I Cannot Complain Too Much

 

We all have our ups and downs here and there depending on what each of us individuals consider or define as minor or major bumps in the road of our journey here on earth.

But for the most part life has treated me kindly. I have been fortunate in many areas of travel throughout the interesting ride of this physical plane.

 

Riding The Wave Of Peace: My Unwavering Peace Of Mind

 

Fortunately, peace of mind cannot be purchased because if so then it could just as easily be stolen.

Some people search for peace of mind through the presence of other people or through the gaining of material assets and worldly pleasures- none of which are the true origin of where peace of mind lays.

My peace of mind always originated within my spirituality, the person I am, the mentality I hold- the essence that beholds. Inner depth of foundation.

My peace of mind is not contingent upon circumstance or chance.

During a wild storm of a hectic life season, I remain cool and calm because what appears hectic to another is a tidal wave that I ride like a breeze.

 

 

 

 

My Happy Place

 

I have noticed since my early youth that if there was something in life that I did not want then the circumstance was not going to work out for the best- or at all.

I cannot have anyone, or any situation persuaded, or forced upon me.

I am too headstrong to be influenced by what others may try to impose on me.

When things in life I desired were granted to me or attained by my own accomplishing the circumstance always worked out favorably with long-lasting rewards.

I determine my happiness not what other people define what happiness is according to their standards or perception of what meets the requirements of a happy or content life condition.

Only I know the true source and components needed to define the attributes of my own fulfillment.

 

My Spiritual Connection: Preternatural

 

 

It is wonderful to have spiritual gifts. To be able to see and feel in to the unknown.

To have accurate dreams and visions of beyond where I preternaturally interact within the supernatural.

It is what I am.

By birth, I have one footstep here into this physical plane while my other foot is stepped out inside the spiritual realm.

I am partially experiencing both worlds and whole-heartedly Intune to both.

I am here, but not here.

There have been mysteries revealed to me, spiritual essences revealed to me, revelations revealed to me.

I have a lot of wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flowing around inside of me.

God my creator remains with me.

I can tell God anything. He totally understands me. I am completely straight with him; I always have been.

The good, the bad, and the ugly- I have never been shy or afraid to speak my words of truth to God.

No matter what. God always comes through for me. He speaks back to me in so many ways including through nature.

Everything is made up of energy. We are all energy. The energy made up by my nature is the way that God designed me to be.

Whether I have a complaint, or just feeling my joy, God is there with his open-arms, extraordinary comprehension and incredible forces of power to aid, advise, and to protect.

No matter what may go on or happen in general in life- may it be through unexpected events or whatever else- I know that everything will be alright and will turn out in my favor as it always has since the days of my youth.

 

 

 

 

 

It Does Not Have To Be Written In The Bible For It To Be True

 

From my observations throughout the years there are so-called Christians and others alike who believe if something is not written or mentioned within the Bible then the instance is unlikely to be true or not possible- which I know for fact has never been the truth.

Something does not have to be in the Bible for it to be truthful or possible.

Everything not written in the Bible that can occur is also not always devil inspired or people inspired either.

There is credibility to many situations, circumstances, encounters that were experiences not directly included as taken place in the Bible.

Some people are stuck in their limited scope of reasoning, narrow-mindedness, ignorance, brainwashing, or influences brought on by society.

That is why it is so important to be strong-minded and confident within one’s own.

Knowing while certain others may not share an experience or a belief in no way will make another’s experience or belief less probable. There is a great possibility for their undergoing to be a reality and able to exist.

I have always been headstrong. I do not have to go through something to believe or to know it is able to be true for someone else.

Maybe because I have that insight, nevertheless, one should never let others sway their minds or raise doubt in what they hold to know or believe firmly.

Of course, we as people are liable to hold onto false or erroneous ways of being.

Anyone can misinterpret or be mistaken about things it is when they fail to accept their error once they have discovered or have been proven to be wrong in some way.

 

 

 

 

Suspenseful Afternoon And Evening

 

This past Sunday on January 22, 2023, I was looking through the category log of my television app.

I was in the mood to look at classic suspense/crime/mystery films for the day.

I came across a title called “Witness to Murder (a film I had never seen before) starring one of my favorite old-time actresses- Barbara Stanwyck.

I really liked this black and white movie.

In the opening scene, Barbara’s character wakes up from her sleep to see a man in an apartment window straight across from her bedroom window in the act of murdering a woman.

Without giving too much of the story away, Barbara phones up the police but when they arrive on the scene there is no evidence of any crime having been committed.

When the killer discovers that Barbara’s character is aware of what he did, he cunningly tries his best to make her appear to be crazy and harassing, in effort to throw everybody off to the truth at hand.

Barbara Stanwyck was such a talent in her time here on earth.

One of my other favorite suspense films of hers is one that I saw a long time ago called “Sorry, Wrong Number“.

Afterwards, I watched another film that I never saw starring Barbara Stanwyck titled “Crime of Passion”. Raymond Burr also starred in this entertaining flick.

 

 

 

 

My Love For Writing Is Countless🍒

 

I received this notification today of 500 hundred likes.

But what I like is that WordPress has been a platform for me to do what I love on a continuous basis whenever convenient for me.

This coming August of 2023 will be sixteen years since I have been blogging here on WordPress.

For many of us, writing is not just a hobby, it is a calling. When we go to answer, we reach further toward that tone over on the other end of the line.

We proceed to dial our own connection because nobody knows our number better than we do.

 

 

A Vital Subject: I Always Keep It Real/Just Speaking My Truth

 

 

Sometimes when I use the term “I” it is because I can only speak for myself.

Of course, there are a lot of people who may agree with me, see my point of view, or who feel the same way I do about certain things, but I do not try to speak for everybody when I express myself verbally or through writing.

That is why I also love face to face communication where things can be immediately clarified, inquired, exchanged and so on.

There could only be but so much explained or discussed in a single post or article.

And many times, others will have misconceptions or take out of context what is said or written.

There will always be people who do not always agree or see everything the same way that we do and that is perfectly normal and logical.

We are all different and versatile people with various backgrounds, experiences, and perspectives.

So, right now I want to talk about the subject of God, hell, and a few other things in relation to my opening statements and topic.

I have always believed in God and saw him work incredibly in my life since childhood, nevertheless, I find it hard to trust him completely and I do not fully understand him even though I am very spiritually inclined.

I can get deep into this matter, however, that would take quite a few posts when I would prefer to just cover the main details.

It is said to not trust in our own understanding yet to me that seems more of a manipulation tactic in a way. I understand we all are incapable of comprehending or seeing into the full picture/spectrum, but I have a mind, a voice, and an analytical thought process and I will continue to use these faculties.

I get tired of hearing about sin, and loving people we do not really want to love when we do not even like them.

I am tired of people associating hurt with animosity when people find it hard to forgive someone or a circumstance etc….

People dislike certain individuals for all types of reasons, it does not mean that they are hurt or got hurt by the people or the situations.

Some people’s anger, hatred or animosity can stem from hurt but when people feel these emotions it does not necessarily mean that an emotional hurt was behind it. So many are brainwashed by this concept/crap.

To God, we are all sinners and deserve hell- and I have repeated this as the words of God as it is his truth, but I do not fully agree with this.

Sin was already in the world before Adam and Eve were created (the devil sinned by going against God and was cast down from heaven as he later tempted/tricked/influenced Eve).

If Lucifer never came to Eve and deceived her there probably would have never been any disobedience from her and Adam toward God- we may never know.

I and a lot of others did not ask to be born into the world. Why should I or them deserve hell when God already knew beforehand- as he is omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent- the bad condition of the world.

If this is the case, he had no business to bring me here. And I do not want to hear anything about “the clay questioning the potter”. I feel I have every right to complain as I was made to come to a place I would not have agreed to come to if I had known the circumstances beforehand.

It is said that God sends no one to hell we send ourselves there- which makes no sense to me.

God judges us by our hearts so if we are sometimes gratified when someone who has done us wrong or who is a constant cause of trouble in some way has a downfall then we are in danger of going to hell even if we have accepted Jesus?

Then we always must ask for forgiveness even if we feel we are justified in our feelings or actions.

It is so unfair!

Yes! Some or many people do deserve to go to hell but not everyone (I know God does not feel this way).

I feel it is really God’s fault about a lot of things because he could have made life differently. I think it is sick to have to had got nailed to a cross as a blood sacrifice and sacrificing animals before Jesus’s crucifixion to atone for people’s sins.

All of this is weird, and I am disappointed that this is a reality. However, there is nothing that can be done about it.

God knew all these things beforehand.

Why create disasters he knew already would take place and avoid all this catastrophe?

I have been deliberating, inquiring, and evaluating these things since I was a child. I have been told by quite a few pastors and theologians alike that I asked some good and important questions and that even some of them have felt that way in some respects.

I only touched on very few things. I have mentioned before I could go farther, deeper.

Nevertheless, I just felt within me to get to the heart of the matter.

Regardless of what we think or how we feel God is going to do things his way. God claims that he gives us free will as it will reveal who really loves and chooses him.

How so when if we do not do as he commands, we end up in hell? There is no choice.

It is God saying either you do it my way or no way.

So, a lot of people are just following him out of fear instead of pure love. I am sure they mean well and want to do right but hell is unfortunately hanging over their head as a warning instead of the harmony to comply with obedience.

I know it is hard for me to truly love a God who threatens a place in hell when I do not even have anything to do with the nature of sin. God did not do me any favor by giving me life here on earth.

If I had not been born, I would not have known anything so, what difference would it have made?

It only matters now that I am here.

I feel that God is selfish to an extent. Sometimes I feel like a chess piece in a morbid game that he is playing while I do not appreciate being used for his convenience

Why is everything about his glorification? He does not need us to glorify him.

Does he create problems just to deliver us out of it so that we give him praise then blame our troubles on sin?

I can look at things from all different aspects

It was something that he thought of me and others but then again, the way I see it God gives life to just about anything.

There are garbage people he created so my existence from him is really no gift- but I whole-heartedly love, respect and am proud of the person I have become, and I am grateful for the mother, dog, and many things I was blessed with in life.

Honestly, I do not see how we as a people truly ever had “free will”.

Yes, we can make our own choices, but God decides the outcome. We have no control. We cannot decide what family we are born into, what predicaments we are born into and so on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Based On A True Story

 

At 4pm this Sunday afternoon I viewed a film on Lifetime released for 2022 titled Suitcase Killer: The Melanie McGuire Story.

I watched it because I remember seeing the trial broadcast on Court TV as well as Forensic Files and other Crime Show reenactments of the case.

I had also read the book about Nurse Melanie McGuire titled To Have and To Kill by John Glatt over ten years ago.

The book was one of the published books I was hooked on throughout St. Martin’s True Crime Library Series.

Those books used to keep me up all night- I could not get enough!

Melanie drugged her husband, shot him, chopped up his body (dismembered it with an electrical saw), placed the different body parts into three bags of luggage, then dumped the Suitcase apparatuses into the Virginia Chesapeake Bay River.

It was such a gruesome crime! The book was much better than the movie.

 

 

All Is Resolved

 

Amazon refunded my money (for the tape- recorder) back to me quickly. It only took a day from when I called them a few days ago.

I also got my Verizon voicemail straightened out. I was on the phone with technical support for an hour and a half yesterday.

The spectacular thing about the situation is that while everything was fixed all my prior saved voicemails are completely intact.

None of my messages were deleted as expected. If that is not a blessing, I don’t know what it is!

 

Should Have Just Gotten A Digital Recorder

 

 

I tape recorded my mother’s voicemail message as I mentioned I would in the previous post I wrote.
 
The tape recorder I purchased seemed to be defective, the box that it came in was not in the best shape either. 
 
The tape recorder ate up one of my cassettes. 
 
The item was sold and shipped by Amazon. 
 
Amazon is no stranger to handing out products that have been used then re-shipped out to other buyers/customers who are looking to receive brand new items. 
 
I called up Amazon customer service to request a refund for the tape recorder and the damaged cassette tape. 
 
Amazon acknowledged that I would receive my refund for both products within 7-10 business days without having to return the items. 

I was grateful and asked to be sent a confirmation email for proof in case I do not receive my refund on time. 
 
I should have just purchased the Sony brand digital recorder at PC Richard’s on Tuesday when I was there at the store, but I did not want to spend sixty dollars on something I was not going to use regularly. 
 
Nevertheless, I gave the idea a second thought. The digital recorder would come in handy to keep on hand nowadays. 
 
Of course, there are other options to record by other means. However, these objects/gadgets do not last forever. At least with cassette tapes, they can be stored away for a long time to be used again. I have cassette tapes that are still in good condition for over twenty years now. 

Verizon Voicemail Mishap

 

This February will make a year since I was first told, by someone who I won’t name, who worked at Amazon with me, that they heard a male voice on my voicemail greeting when they called my android.

I was puzzled when I first heard this news until shortly after I figured out the possibility why.

The issue did not seem too problematic at the time. I figured the voicemail greeting would shift back to mine as other callers had heard the personal greeting that I had recorded on my phone previously.

As time passed, the issue faded into the back of my mind until it resurfaced again when another person mentioned that they heard this male voice a few months back.

Now someone else just mentioned the same thing the day before yesterday.

I happened to hear the voice myself upon a thorough investigation.

I called up Verizon wireless and found out what was going on. It was what I originally suspected.

In October of 2021, I had my cellphone number changed.

I asked the Verizon customer service representative to make an exception and allow me to keep the voicemail messages to my old telephone number (which is not normally done as they would by default get deleted) due to a relative of mine who had passed away.

My mother had left a message for me that I had saved- and that was all I had left of her voice.

So, Verizon was nice enough to grant my request.

Somewhere within the process whoever had my new number before me- their voicemail must have gotten crossed up with the one to my old number as both were obviously being heard at different times by people who would call me.

The only way to fix this issue was to set up a brand-new voicemail which would delete all my existing saved messages.

I explained the situation to the Verizon customer service representative, and they understood my plight completely.

I told them to wait until I get a tape recorder to record my mother’s voice from my cellphone then I will call them back up and set up the new voicemail so people will always hear my greeting and know they have reached the correct telephone number.

I purchased a tape recorder the day before yesterday, and it was delivered to my home yesterday afternoon. I also ordered two Maxell cassette tapes.

Finally, this little mishap is about to be resolved.

It took me an entire year. I guess I was too preoccupied with other day to day activities/responsibilities or was a bit lazy on acting sooner.

I can afford to have been “tired/lazy”. I have been through a lot in life, in general, and managed to come through time and again still pushing forward doing what I must do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Change Of Style: My Hair Grows So Fast!

 

I always had a nice grade head full of hair that grew long from my childhood unto my adulthood. I was never the type to wear any fake hair (I never had or needed to)  I believe in being totally natural.

The first time I ever cut my hair was at age twelve where I kept it short in the front and long in the back (a cute style back during the 1980’s) until it grew back to its original length.

I first permed my hair when I was eighteen and let it grow all the way down my back throughout my twenties.

A year and a half ago In June of 2021 I went to a barber shop and did the “big chop”. I had them shave all of my hair close to the scalp.

I had already stopped putting a straight perm into my hair two years before. I wanted all remainder of the perm entirely cut off. I had a lot of hair and the barber told me to take a picture of it.

My (Miss LaToya) pretty thick curly/wavy hair on June 6, 2021 being swept after I got the big chop!

I prefer my hair to be totally natural and had planned to keep my hair continuously kept short.

However, my hair grows fast and for five months now I have been wearing my natural locks in a ponytail (the style I used to regularly wear my hair in before I did the big chop) and I love it!

While I will never ever get a perm again I decided to just let my hair grow out as long as it wants to.

 

Have A Blessed New Year!

 

Many people claim that they want to start fresh each new year- and many do aspire to with the best of intentions.

A lot of the time, though, it continues as the popular saying goes with “The same shit on a different day”.

Hopefully all of us will not have to endure different days of the same shit throughout this brand-new year.

Happy New Year’s Everyone!

 

Alert!: Merry Christmas!

 

I received this daily alert this morning and I just love it!

God is not only constantly with and around us- he lives inside of us.

This is also another great reason to respect our bodies as we are temples of the most high.

Would you violate the place where the Holy Spirit resides and made a home? Surely not!

May peace, love, faith, strength and protection continue to be with us and follow us into the coming New Year.

We do not have to worry about anything. All we have to do is to pray.

God is the past, the present, and the future ahead. We are ultimately safe and secure within his presence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Act Of Giving

 

I received Christmas gifts from managers when I worked in retail.

In my field of health care, I have had appreciative clients for no special occasion who had slipped me money for their appreciation of the work I did for them.

 

Before I left work late yesterday afternoon, one of my client’s relatives handed me a Christmas card with money.

I remember years ago when another client’s daughter handed me a Christmas card with two hundred dollars because she appreciated the work I did.

I have encountered nice people who were not just generous with their money but with their time and other acts of kindness and concern toward me.

The thoughts coming from these people are enough for me as I rarely accept money or gifts when asked what it is that I want- even from family or friends.

If people really want to give me something they will have to do it without consulting with me first because I do not ever want anything no matter how odd that may sound.

I have always been this way.

My mother would tell anybody that as she knew firsthand. She used to sometimes innocently fight with me as she did not understand the reason I did not take advantage of items she wanted to buy me when I was a teenager.

It is beautiful though when people give from their heart to show gratitude, love, or just because it is within their nature to be thoughtful or nice.

 

The True Nature Of Celebration

 

 

I stopped celebrating Christmas, Thanksgiving, and even my birthday when I was twelve years of age.

My reason for doing so had absolutely nothing to do with any religious belief or outside influence, they were done purely out of personal feelings and rationalizations.

Many events in this society are commercialized or set within following traditions.

I have always been an unconventional individual, doing and behaving on my own terms according to my own nature and distinct mindset.

I do not, never have, and never will let society dictate what my values should be, how I conduct myself, or how I live my life.

I am not one to just go along with the program.

I still can and do, of course, acknowledge and respect the celebration of holidays and birthdays regarding others as I send out and accept cards or gifts from those who matter or who show kindness.

The thing is, I do not need one day out of a year to express love, the existence of life, appreciation for things, or the beauty of togetherness with those near and dear.

I send out cards, have given gifts, shown gratitude and spent meaningful time with loved ones as an ongoing periodic all year around basis.

To me, every day is a day to be grateful, to celebrate life, to share moments with those we love or care for, and so on.

I am not inspired by tradition because tradition does not inspire who I am.

 

 

 

The Best Gifts For Every Season

 

The true meaning of Christmas itself is to celebrate the birth and life of Jesus Christ, but there is nothing wrong with attributing this day with merriment and gift-giving.

Still and all, the most precious gifts in life cannot be bought or sold wrapped up and used to eventually be thrown away. Some material possessions do last a lifetime, but people and connected relationships last forever.

The best gifts on earth we have are each other (the one or ones that you love and who sincerely love you whether it is a pet, a genuine friend, or a treasured family member.)

Whether one believes this or not, even if there is no one in your corner, all one truly needs is God as he will provide and secure your future as well as maintain your strength and character.

When we accept Jesus, we receive the most significant (vital) gift of all- eternity.

 

 

 

A Guy I Will Never Want Or Desire

Michael Gonzalez and his funky armpits.

 

I am a very honest, straightforward person. If I say or write something it is because it is the truth, what I really think or believe, or suspect is possible.

Never do I or have I ever intentionally expressed anything under false pretense.

Some people may not understand what I mean or where I come from at times- depending on who it is- because I am a very deep, intelligent, and spiritual awake person.

Nevertheless, I speak my mind and am led by spirit to fulfill my purposes. I do know what I am talking about when I speak on things.

I am a forty-seven-year-old female who often gets mistaken for someone in her twenties or thirties. I have never really looked my age in body or in the face.

I even have a young sounding voice when I speak.

I have attracted men of all ages- young and old within the past.

When I was in my thirties eighteen-year-old guys were attracted to me, when I was in my twenties forty and fifty-year-old men were attracted to me.

It never made a difference. To each his or her own I never received any personal gratification from this attention I never wanted it.

Some men found me to be a challenge that they wanted to conquer. Some men just genuinely wanted to be with me because they liked me for my mind, and I was not like the average female once they got to know me a little.

I never placed value on myself based on whether a man approved or desired me. I have never suffered from low self-esteem and have never needed anyone to validate me or to build my assurance.

Self- confidence, self-love, and self-worth are things produced within me. No one gave it to me, and no one can take it away. Everyone should feel this way.

I have no interest in romantic relationships, I am asexual and proud.

Now I want to discuss this issue about Michael Gonzalez because I am being led to by spirit.

As I am a highly spiritually inclined individual I feel and keenly discern people’s energy.

Whenever a man, especially men who are of a negative disposition are attracted, or interested in me- I can feel them, their thoughts, and I can accurately sense things in relation to them in a timely frame.

Michael is an ex-coworker of mine who had, and who still has a “crush” on me. It is nothing serious, but it is annoying.

From the first moment I laid eyes on Michael, I did not find him to be attractive.

He is not a cute guy, and he is not handsome as far as I am concerned. A friend of mine had saw a photo of him and said that he was not attractive to her also but that he seems to think that he is something. Maybe there are low-scale females who find him attractive, however, I do not and never will.

I was very insulted when Michael reflected his insecurities onto me while we worked together by entertaining the ridiculous idea that I could be attracted or interested in him.

I told Michael to his face that I could not stand him, but his inflated ego did not want to believe or accept it even though deep down inside he knew it was the truth.

He even profiled in front of me one day on the job by trying to show off his body that was not appealing to me whatsoever. He got down onto the floor to demonstrate push-ups. The incident turned me off.

The more I had got to know Michael the more I disliked him.

When some men try to impress women, push themselves on them, or try to flaunt themselves when they mistakenly assume that the female likes them, they do not realize how much they make a fool of themselves. It is very off-putting.

When I was younger there were guys (usually low-scale guys because guys of substance do not behave in this manner) who would get angry at me for not wanting them and in return tell lies about me.

There were three who were a problem.

Two lied and said I was involved with them and all three wanted people to believe that I slept with them or had feelings for them- all to make themselves appear big in the eyes of their peers. And, to also try to bring me down since I thought too highly of myself to desire or to be with anyone like them.

Neither one of these guys were desirable they were used to low-scale women such as themselves falling all over them and making a fuss over them due to their own bouts of low self-esteem.

Someone like me, who was of substance and class, added an extra blow to the bruise they received to their egos when they got hurt and rejected by me.

Of course, their efforts did not work so they joined in with the effort to work Brujeria (Black magic/Santeria) on me to try to make me look bad within the public eye, however, I was still too strong, and I successfully defeated all of them at their own game. On top of it, karma came back and destroyed all three of them. One even ended up dead years ago from his negative lifestyle.

No one can bring me down as I never cared what anybody said or thought about me.

I did not have time for that type of bullshit then, and I do not tolerate it now.

Michael is not at all drastic to that extreme his nonsense is mild in comparison, yet still an act of ridiculous nonsense.

With all the serious things going on in the world Michael is hung up on the fact that he cannot attain me.

He would rather believe that I really do have feelings for him and am just fighting it, or that I am playing hard to get, or whatever other delusional bullshit that men feed themselves instead of facing the truth over dealing with reality.

Michael needs to forget about me and realize that a woman of my level and caliber would never be interested or attracted to him.

Michael has a lot of negative energy. He has a very low vibration.

I am a positive person I exude from a very high vibration.

What I also believe is a part of Michael’s insecurities stem from his background of being morbidly obese.

Maybe after he lost weight, he feels he needs something to prove and is overcompensating.

He needs women to be interested or attracted to him to feel like a big man. I just wish he would find some other female to win over to measure or to prove his false sense of pride.

The other women he has been with are easy tramps. He feels if he can get me then he can get anybody. I should in a way take this instance as a compliment, but I am not flattered by it, I am disgusted.

To me, Michael will always be a small, unworthy, pretentious smelly fish swimming in a dirty pond.

I am not trying to be mean I just do not understand the sickness behind and within certain men and women (because there are deceitful, trouble-making women too) who cannot deal with rejection.

A healthy-minded person does not occupy themself with stupid shit like this.

 

I Remember Way Back When

 

I remember when the television stations would go off the air after midnight.

There was no all-night, 24/7 broadcast to watch for most channels.

I remember when there was no 911 to call.

We used to have to dial 0 to have the operator transfer us over to the police.

I remember when it cost sixty-five cents to ride public transportation.

I remember when it was a two-dollar admittance into the movie theater to see a double feature.

I remember rotary and touch-tone phones.

I remember when we would stick metal hangers into broken television antennas to gain a clear reception on the old model tubes.

I remember so much of the good old days, too much to mention!

 

My Writing Spirit

 

Even though I work constantly and am busy throughout the week I still find the time to write here and there.

When the energy is manifest, there is no way to stop what we are meant and inspired to do.

Nothing can ever get me down or out where I cannot write.

Time periods where I do not write for a while are natural intermission modes waved by spirit.

Everything needs a break or wrap-up as the season ends, begins, then restarts.

We never know where this journey in life may take us but whatever keeps us healthy and happy if it is just a small thing serves as a big outlet given to us by utilizing the purpose set before us.

Purity And Love Signified In The Dove 🕊 🕊 🕊

 

The almighty has ways of making notice the power of his presence known to those of us who are highly spiritually inclined.  

I remember the wonderful reflective vision of reality I had years ago of three beautiful white doves rapidly flapping their wings above my head.

A sign of peace, purity, and protection bestowed upon me graciously by thee.  

There are types of dove birds, yet white doves are gorgeous, and were the ones shown to me supernaturally in a divine expression of what was around me.

I wrote in regard to this extraordinary experience a while back here: (https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/peace-power-purity-and-protection/)

 

Swans On The River

 

I always thought the swan was a beautiful creature as it swam upon the waters of the ocean.

I remember when I worked at the relative of the actress Gwyneth Paltrow’s home some years ago in Massapequa, New York.

The relative’s wife was a retired judge who I attended three nights a week overnight when I worked for Bayada services.

The lady lived in a beautiful house.

From her kitchen to the dayroom to the upstairs patio-like hallway that all occupied sliding-glass doors and windows that one could delightfully view through.

I used to take turns relaxing upstairs with my feet propped up in a chair at night while downstairs on the sofa, admiring the gorgeous attraction of the outdoor night scene from the inside.

The reflections glistening over the waves of the sea, the lighting of other homes far across almost circling the outlines of the land.

Those nights were so quiet and serene.

I would watch boats go by. I would watch the breath-taking pinkish-orange, blue skies before night fall and the reddish-yellow skies before daybreak.

I also used to anticipate the beautiful white swans floating on by during the morning so I could get a good look at them compared to the view of them that I had at night.

I filmed them go by on my smartphone to bring back to share and show to my momma back then.

I have really been to, worked at, and have seen some beautiful places.

 

 

Cable Television And Other Companies Throughout The Years

 

In 1986 a man was going door to door on the block of my neighborhood looking for potential customers for the cable TV service that he worked for or represented.

I was ten or eleven at the time, excited at the chance to have the opportunity to watch a selection of cable channels as I was a huge young movie and television buff back then.

I called out to my mother after answering the door. She came downstairs and we both listened to his pitch.

The representative showed us a brochure of the service he promoted, offering us a choice of bundles along with prices.

My mother decided to purchase a cable plan.

The name of the service was BQ Cable- which stood for Brooklyn and Queens.

Later in the years- I do not remember exactly what year- BQ Cable was called Time Warner Cable.

Then later, after further years, to the current, the name of the service was changed to Spectrum Cable.

This instance reminds me of two other establishments from the past to the present.

When I was a little girl there was a bank titled Manufacturer Hanover.

This bank was later changed to Chemical Bank which now is called Chase.

There was also a telephone company called New York Telephone that eventually changed to NYNEX.

Afterwards, NYNEX became Bell Atlantic which is now called Verizon.

I know all this history for a fact because I and my family were with these companies (long time customers from the beginning) through their entire change of ownership and whatever else took place when these establishments expanded or advanced.

A Good Turn-Out For The Week

 

This week was a busy week for me. I usually like to kill two birds with one stone, when possible, by taking care of business or responsibilities all in the same day.

It did not work out as planned on Monday. The rainy weather halted my plans later after work.

On Tuesday morning, the weather was cloudy, but the temperature was quite nice and comfortable.

By the time I left from work I headed straight home because the weather had turned awfully cold.

On Wednesday, I took care of everything that needed to be taken care of with relief and pleasure.

If there is one thing I prefer not to do, if I can avoid it is to not waste, or spend time, on the days I have off conducting business or handling important responsibilities.

Those are my rest and relaxation days.

I made sure I ate decent meals throughout the week, yet I did not get the adequate amounts of sleep which I desired.

It was all made up for today.

I cooked a fulfilling meal last night, enjoyed some music, and slept long this morning only getting up here and there to use the bathroom.

My energy has been lovely and lively lately, like I have been hit with a surge of some sort of extra boost.

The events of the week did not happen in the order I wanted them to only to turn out better.

Everything went unexpectedly well unplanned with the interference of the weather.

Sometimes things work out that way.

 

 

God Will Set The Table, Fix The Plate, And Carry The Weight

 

In this life of unpredictability, we sometimes know what to expect while oftentimes we experience the unexpected.

Once it seems that everything is under control and running smoothly another thing may pop up. Sometimes to the extent that will make one ask “What’s next?!”

When situations or circumstances seem to come at you all at once just give it to God.

When particular occurrences appear to be an overload or too much of a burden- let it go.

 

 

Why stress when we can rest our significant matters into the hands of the Lord?

I have noticed at the most troublesome of times there was no actual distress caused to me as I was not troubled by the happenings around me.

In the same, when I did become concerned about events, I was still able to genuinely laugh, be at peace, and persevere with an uncanny strength and confidence although I dreaded going through the undesirable seasons due to being tired of periodic trials.

When we continue to look and seek beyond instead of what gives the impression of an unfavorable condition that stands directly in front of us, we can endeavor to surpass through the aid of the one who has the power to bypass every storm of the weather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding The Wheels: Bicycling And Roller-Skates

 

It all started around the age of two or three years of age that I threw a fit inside the department store.

My mother said she had to take the last of her money to buy the Big Wheel low-ride that caught my eye as soon as I had spotted it on display.

My mother’s money did not go to waste.

I rode that Big Wheel up and down the block of our neighborhood and everywhere else when I was supervised by an adult.

I had a high-ride tricycle prior to the Big Wheel that I barely rode. I was not enthusiastic about the red three-wheeler as it later collected dust in the garage.

The color of my Big Wheel was red and yellow. I wore the plastic out of the rider I rode it so much. It had partially split in half.

I loved my Big Wheeler!

When I had gotten a little older my uncle bought me a blue colored bike with training wheels.

When it was time for the training wheels to come off my mother taught me how to ride holding my balance. I learned fast all in one day.

Afterwards, there were other children on the block of our neighborhood who asked my mother to teach them how to ride their bikes without training wheels since their parents had not shown them yet.

In between the periods of the Big Wheel and bike I also enjoyed riding the wheels of my roller’s skates and hot-pink colored skateboard.

Though the skateboard did not interest me nearly as much as the other apparatuses.

Before I hit my teenage years, my mother purchased me a 10-Speed bike.

The last time I rode a bike was in the year 1998.

Bike riding was always a fun, enjoyable activity for me. From childhood riding through the streets with my puppy chilling in the basket of the handle-bars, around corners, and up and down steep hills.

Riding in groups with other neighborhood children reveling in the hot mornings, afternoons and evenings of spring and summer.

I had some wonderful times with a bicycle.

Bicycling as an adult in the quiet of the night, under the calm leaves of trees. Refreshing air blowing amid a breeze while going to get something to eat or something otherwise are just pleasurable accounts to remember.

 

Gliding Down Memory Lane: Ice-Skating

 

The first time I ever went ice-skating I was twelve years of age.

A neighbor took me, her daughters and my god-brother to Rockefeller Center in Manhattan, New York.

I learned how to ice-skate that evening almost immediately.

The activity on ice was exciting and fun.

Since then, I have been down that area of Rockefeller Center plenty of times passing through but never have I been back to the ice-skating rink.

Far before that time I recall going to a roller-rink with my mother and associates from our neighborhood.

I was a little pro at Roller-Skates on the sidewalk and streets of Queens, New York but at the rink with the strobe-lights and disco music is seemed as if the floors were actually spinning so I stayed on the sidelines and watched my mom skate around the floor with the help of a gentleman who helped to hold her steady on her feet.

Fast forward ahead at the ice-skating rink where my god-brother at the time was gliding in between two friendly girls who helped to hold him on his feet after he had fallen onto the ice a couple of times.

We (my god-brother and I) laughed at the situation as we had a sense of humor that was out of this world.

My puppy got in on the action as she would run to pull me along as I held her leash while on my roller’s skates through the streets.

She also loved running beside me as I rode my bicycle up and down the block.

 

Scene Of The Play

 

I remember when I was in the fourth grade. I had a teacher named Mrs. Yaffey. She was Jewish.

I attended an elementary school in Bayside, New York at the time- P.S. 203.

I wrote a play back then as an assignment in which I chose specific classmates to act out in roles I had created within my story. I even cast a student for the narration in between scenes that I had written.

This preparation took place among us all in our classroom.

I never received a low or bad grade on book reports so knew I could write well at an early age.

Reading and writing were my best subjects.

After Mrs. Yaffey was impressed by one of my book reports- she to my surprise- gave me the lead role as Robinhood for our school play called “Potpourri”.

I was not one who wanted to be in the spotlight, so I gave the part to a girl named Erica Goldstein. She had a narrator role in which I exchanged with her.

Throughout the days up until we were to perform on stage in front of an auditorium full of people we rehearsed and had to get our apparel and costumes ready.

I had to wear a white shirt, a black belt, and black tights as the narrator. “Robinhood” had to wear her cape and each other character according to their required specific wardrobe.

During opening night my mother later expressed to me that she was disappointed that I had such few lines in a small role. I don’t think she liked that I gave up the lead part to someone else.

But things like that were not a big deal to me. I was not a child who liked being the center of attention.

My mother did not mean any harm, she was just a parent who was proud of her kid.

 

If I Ever Get The Chance

 

There are wonderful puppies and dogs that come in a variety of breeds, shades, and sizes.

However, I was one who preferred large dogs over smaller ones.

The only small dogs I ever owned was a Poodle and a Chihuahua, and I did not keep the Chihuahua too long. I was not crazy about the tan puppy I named “Peaches”

If I was to get a small breed of dog it would be the Beagle and the Shetland Sheep dog (Shetland’s are in the Collie family).

A gorgeous-looking stray Beagle with blue eyes wandered to the front of my yard years ago when I still lived within the home I grew up at.

I was in my thirties and I would have taken her in, but I did not know where she came from and if she was free of disease. I did not want to take the risk.

My next-door neighbor ended up taking her in and I regretted not being the first to scoop her up as one day she came over to me and ignored my neighbor who was calling her to come back.

I had to pick the Beagle up and hand her over to my neighbor. That is the only way she departed from me.

There was something very special about that dog. We connected instantly.

 

 

 

Dogs Over People

 

 

Yesterday, a client of mine was visited by his physical therapist.

During the session the subject of dogs came up due to my client mentioning how much he loved his thirteen-year-old pet Terrier.

I heard the physical therapist tell my client that it is easier to be fond of dogs 🐕 than of people.

Immediately, I interjected. “Did you say something to the fact of liking dogs more than people?” I asked the physical therapist to make sure that I heard his words correctly.

“Yes”, he said.

“I totally agree”, I said in response.

“I like them more than I do people. I love them. A lot of people feel that way”. I continued.

I also mentioned how great dogs are, and how they are not devious, and so on.

The physical therapist went on to explain how loyal dogs are, and how they do not lie, and how all they want from us is our love and care. He concluded by saying that dogs don’t play tricks.

Then the physical therapist added, “Well they do play tricks”.

“Yeah, but when they do it is innocent”, I quickly interrupted.

“They play tricks just to have fun”, the physical therapist agreed.

 

 

 

 

It Was Made Obvious

 

I remember in my early twenties when a guy from the old neighborhood I grew up in came up behind me in the 1990’s and uttered, “You love animals more than you love people”.

This was after news had gotten back to him that I had told a small crowd of guys on a street corner one night how ugly they were.

These guys used to act silly and harass me because I would not date them, so I had to put them in check.

Anyhow, the guy who came up behind me heard about the incident and called me a bitch.

He was looking for a reaction because usually the average female would get offended by this word, which, in my opinion, has no meaning unless one decides to place value on it.

If anything, I took “bitch” as a compliment even though he meant it as an insult. I was never the average type of female anyhow. I was very unique in many aspects.

When this guy saw that I did not respond to the word bitch, he knew the reason was because I did not care.

So, the next time he approached me it was about the regard I had for animals, as he would observe the moments, he saw me share in the neighborhood with my dogs.

He was correct. In general, I did care for animals (canines) more than I cared for people- and with good reason!

My two favorite individuals in the entire world were my mother and one of my dogs named Brandie.

Dogs are easier to like or love than most people. I am one who did not love easily to begin with, as I know the true definition of love.

Love in any instance should and has to come naturally.

There is a circle of few I call and who are true friends. There are even people around me who are good and trustworthy.

However, my mother and my dog are the ones who knew me best and who I both consider my friends for life from here on earth to beyond.

 

 

Adored

 

 

It is a jungle out there. People behave like savage wild beasts, while certain domesticated animals remain the calmest, loving, trusting, loyal, joyous and innocent creatures within existence. 
 
Some of us are prone to love and to care for our animals more than we do other people. Some of us even prefer them over other people. 
 
Our animals don’t care what we look like, what color we are, or anything else for that matter. 
  
All they care about is how we treat them, and even animals who get mistreated still give out undeserving volumes of unconditional love and affection. 
 
It may seem that our animals do better than us when it comes to being humane. They teach us a lot about love, forgiveness, and childlikeness. 
 
Attributes Jesus described, then he said, I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. -Matthew 18:3 
 
Our animals are very smart, observant, and crafty. We need them just as much as they need us. 
 
Perhaps the world would be a better place if our pets ruled. We surely could take quite a few significant lessons from them on how to behave and to treat one another. 
 
Thank God, he blessed us with canine companions and other animals of preference to adore and to share our homes with, because those furry buddies are the best things on the planet earth! 
 
Sincerely LaToya Lawrence 

 

 

 

 

Amazon Is In Trouble!

 

Amazon is getting theirs! Not so long after I quit working for them, and they are headed for a downfall.

Amazon is laying off up to 10, 000 people starting this week. 
 
The most to be hit hard are those who work in devices, human resources, and retail. 
 
A lot of these people are going to be out of work. 
 
Amazon is also implementing a hiring freeze. 
 
I read three news articles that broke today in my alerts. 
 
Business for Amazon has not been doing too well. 
 
I also read that Jeff Bezos sold Amazon stock etc…. 
 
Well, well, well! 

 

 

 

We’ll Be Together Again One Day ❤

 

I do not understand people who claim that it hurts to talk about a relative who died. I love and enjoy speaking and reminiscing about the times we shared.

If the death of someone ever caused you pain, it is only because of the love you had for them. The more you loved them, the more it hurt, and that hurt feels so good!

Within that pain lies beauty. Beauty is the strength of that love. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I thank God for gifting me with such a strong spirit.

Our loved ones who died in Christ are not actually dead. 
 
They are alive and living well. In fact, they are doing far much better than we are! 
 
Yes, we love them, and we miss them. However, we should be very happy for them. 
 
They, by the grace of God, made it home to Jesus! That is a cause for celebration. 
 
They are residing in the peace and comfort of divine love. 

The love we have for our dear ones could never compare to the love that God has for them. 
 
When we truly love them, we can willingly let them go, and that gives us such beautiful peace knowing them in such wonderful state of bliss. 
 
No more troubles in this perishing world they must endure. 
 
The most phenomenal thing we as believers and children of God recognize is that our deceased relatives are not people who are from our past. 
 
They are people who we know we will look forward to sharing the rest of our future in eternity with once we finally cross over.latoya lawrence 
 

Friends For Life ❤🐕

 

The German Shepherd/Collie mix love of my life has been gone for twenty years now.

Time has no bearing when it comes to love as I still think about my precious baby every single day. I always loved her so much from the moment her little body was placed in my young arms at the animal shelter.

Brandie is long gone but she will never be forgotten, and I surely hope to see her one day as many of us whose pets have passed on do.

 

 

There will indeed be dogs and other animals when God brings heaven down to earth for our eternity.

Unfortunately, there is no mention of the Bible stating that we will ever see our pets again as we will our deceased relatives.

Nevertheless, although there is no guarantee, we can hold out hope.

God is the almighty creator and ruler. He can do anything that he pleases, and he may surprise us one day.

I really hope to reunite with Brandie again. I do not want to imagine never seeing or being with her again.

 

 

It Happened One Night Long Ago

 

I remember years ago, at a very young age, walking up the stairs after exiting a subway car on the E train in Queens, New York with my mother. 
 
I may have been six years old at the time. 
 
Before my mother and I went to go through the turnstile of the subway station to reach the further stairways that lead up into the street, a striking couple appeared. 
 
The female was nice in height, very slim and cutely shaped. 
 
She wore a clinging long-sleeved black shirt, black stockings, and a red and white short poker-dot skirt. 
 
Her male counterpart who she held hands with was also of a nice height and had a nice slim physique. 
 
He alike wore a clinging long-sleeved black shirt with black tights/stockings and red shorts. 
 
The couple both had the most adorable large vintage Mickey and Minnie Mouse face-masks over their entire heads.

They looked flawless, and professionally dressed.
 
The couple both took the time to notice me in my childhood and they both waved to me so sweetly as if I was a little kid who was delighted by the sight I saw on that Halloween night. 

My mother smiled as we watched the couple head to catch a train to enjoy their night out on the town. 
 
I will never forget that impression. I still reflect clearly to this day how pleasant the encounter was.