May God Take Care Of Our Enemies: Vengeance Belongs To Him

I have a very low-scale aunt named Tina (Ernestine Lawrence).

She had always been very jealous of my mother and I, her along with my deceased great-grandmother and uncle.

She had done a lot of dirt throughout the years. She was a drug addict (heroin and cocaine and whatever else she tried).

Tina is dying now though she is still a big liar. She is plagued by guilt yet still does not want to fully admit all the deeds she has done against my mother and I.

I do not care anything about her but she would insist on trying to push herself on me.

My mother and I wanted nothing to do with her, neither did my other aunt.

Tina had the nerve to publicize something about my mother on Facebook to gain sympathy and attention for herself from people my mother and I did not like or care to associate with.

My mother and her did not even get along.

Misery loves company.

Tina has some delusion in her mind that she has taken care of me or needs to take care of me in order to feel worthy and to look important.

I am a grown woman who has worked for sixteen years straight. I pay my own bills in addition to providing for my other aunt.

My mother was the only one in my life to have ever taken care of me as well as her having taken care of other members of our family. Tina has never taken care of anyone.

She needs to go deal with the people who she seeks and needs attention from.

She is jealous and bitter because I always have, and am still living a good, clean, pure life. I am strong, smart, and independent. She could never bring me down.

She needs to go get herself right with God.

And, I know this is not too Christian or polite but, I hope she burns in hell.

 

 

Go Figure

When the past comes to reflect without intent there are messages to take notice of that hint to certain information relevant to the present.

As I look at my present where what shines on me are those who share the brightness of my light.

When I look back at the darkness where there are the undesirables that came to surround me to hover and to create a permanent shadow.

In the distant past:

A female named Cherilyn Festus I had met when I was about ten she was fifteen and had moved on my block. Already Cherilyn had a reputation for sucking penis. Her nickname was “Head Hunter”.

Cherilyn’s breath smelled real bad even when she returned back to the neighborhood years later to shack up with a Jamaican guy on the block who’d constantly disrespect her and who she financially supported with the money she’d gotten through financial aid and an inheritance, I think.

Her so-called friends would use her and take advantage of her for her credit card and the little bit of money that she had.

She was supposed to be going to school to become an accountant instead she ended up with no job, no home, and a african man who she shacked up with in order to keep him in the country before he dumped her whoring bummy ass.

(The Jamaican guy before the African had been cheating on Cherilyn the entire time they were together and had a child just as old as the relationship between them that she didn’t know about and moved the mother of the children into his home not too long after Cherilyn moved out).

The recent past:

A lady that I worked with four years ago that actually was a client of mine as she suffered from depression went by the name of Rose.

Rose was the exact same age as me at the time which was forty-one. She had a twenty-one year old daughter, an eighteen year old son, an eighteen month old daughter, and a newborn daughter that was a week old.

The ex husband of her first two children came by the house where she lived asking her for money to support his new wife or girlfriend with.

Rose’s present husband had disrespected her and her oldest daughter in front of me more than once and acknowledged while I was there that her and her daughter both love babies and sex.

This husband of Rose’s had a woman on the side who was the aunt of her oldest daughter’s boyfriend’s ex girlfriend who’d both the husband and the boyfriend would visit together.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that her daughter was six or seven months pregnant.

The husband told me himself directly in front of her that he wanted the one year old child that they shared together but that he didn’t want the newborn.

“So you don’t love her?” Rose had asked.

There was a lot more going on and to this story as the couple constantly fought, too much to write about, and how she was being used and taken advantage of by her own stupidity.

What I had gotten was a close up view of looking through the unfortunate lives of these others that believe it or not thought their shit didn’t stink.

Yet people like me who’d never ended up in situations like these and more, and would never think to as that lifestyle and way of mentality was never in the cards, are discarded as the ones to look down on just because we never got fucked up.

 

 

 

 

 

Choices

There was this Haitian chick that tried to start an argument with me in the elevator as we escorted/transported elderly residents to and from their rooms to the dining area when I worked as a private companion for a lady resident at the Bristal assisted living facility in North Hills a couple of years ago.

I told her how ugly she was and to take off her weave and make up, and she couldn’t handle it. My words had bothered her for a good three weeks before she eventually let go of what she initiated to begin with.

I don’t understand why women or girls with low self-esteem dish out nonsense that they cannot take back in return. They need to keep their mouth shut and stop being petty toward other confident women that they don’t personally know and that aren’t bothering them.

Some of these females act worse than children.

Another young Caribbean girl who also worked there caught wind of what went on during my scoff at the other woman.

“We’re immigrants”, she said.

“Why don’t you go become a doctor?” She also addressed to me, in response to her hearing that I specifically mentioned to the one in the elevator “I’m american, this is my country”.

The way I took her words was that I was born here in this country of the united states and that I have every opportunity in the world to take advantage of becoming what I wanted compared to them having to struggle and make do within the field that they were in.

Yes, it’s true If I really wanted to be a doctor or even a lawyer I genuinely could have been those things, however, my heart wasn’t in it. I had no interest in those fields.

Also, even though there are a different type of physicians and different type of attorneys when one is a doctor there is an obligation to serve and to take care of every patient in need of emergency care or help unless maybe one sets up a private practice of their very own.

For the most part I wouldn’t want to help everyone and I’d never forgive myself if I saved a piece of trashes life.

As far as the law goes I would be darn good at legal representation, debating, standing up and fighting for what I believe in to make a change, and for adhering to what is right according to what I agree with.

Nevertheless, I don’t agree with the certain laws of the land and the way the judicial system operates.

 

The Joke Was On You! Your Stupid Phony Aids Rumors Did Not Work! I Did Not Care!

The only reason that I am mentioning this is because I know that some feel stupid after they thought they had gotten over by using a phony twitter account pretending to be me then finding a way to connect it to my Paper Blog account.

It is so sad how jealous and envious people are of me!

I am still not going to remove anything by reporting it, I am keeping it on so that my enemies can continue to make a fool out of themselves.

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12:55 PM – 21 Jan 2010

A Career In The Medical Field, My Temporary Missionary Position?

I had enrolled in school to become a “medical assistant” back in the year of 2006 and just when I was about to start classes a full time job came through with good enough pay for me at the time. I was making a little over twelve hundred dollars a month for the entire year at J.C. Penny with a lot of responsibility as “head of the hosiery department in sales support”.

I was a very successful associate in my own right yet working in a department store was just something planned for the time being, although it ended prematurely due to the envious jealous enemies that set me up to get fired while my managers were off one particular day (these trashy people were always coming into the store trying to keep tabs on me and trying to make me lose my job by telling lies but it never worked out because I was too sufficient of an employee).

They knew that my personal managers were never going to fire me due to previous failed incidents of set ups that they had tried within the past so they waited a day when they knew my managers weren’t going to be in and played on the policies of other store managers that were present. “I was fired on account of verbally threatening to put my perpetrators six feet under the ground!”

My personal managers had told me in advance to just continue to ignore these idiots like I had been when they would enter into the store with there ulterior motives/schemes and I had agreed, however, the rage of hatred that I felt for them got the best of me on that day since I am highly in tune and I did genuinely want to kill that ugly bitch along with her ugly daughter .

Anyway that was the past, and my point is that I had resorted back into the medical field a while back and am now still a currently certified/licensed health care worker assisting patients within assisted living facilities and within their homes and etc. I’ve done from 10 to 12 hour shifts working cases of hospice, bed-bound, stroke victims. Six to eight hour shifts of dementia patients, deaf and blind patients, psychiatric patients and so on, I’ve even worked with child care.

I took nursing level courses and passed with high scores as an assistant. I only have one next test to pass and I can become a registered nurse. This all may sound nice and good but the reality of it is that my heart really isn’t in it.

I was always extremely naturally good in psychology (because of the extra sensory perception), I had the intelligence, spunk and confidence to become a lawyer and I have the mind, ability, and sufficiency of a business woman yet these fields were never a heated passion of mine to directly pursue. My genuine thrill and drive has always been to write even though there were other things that I could and would succeed in.

The day that I would be taking vital signs (Blood pressure/Pulse/Respiration), hygiene care (Incontinence/Bath Services), diabetic care (Skin Care/Foot Care/Meal/Medication) was far from what I ever expected. I never truly desired to but here I am.

More than one spiritual adviser told me in the past that I would become a nurse but I did not believe it. That position was something I had never portended for myself and never desired but I am capable. It is still up to me whether or not I actually decide to take that next step. I’ll have to think about it.

In all honesty, the medical field is not really where I want to be but I am a very independent woman so I have to support myself in a way that is conducive in some form or fashion. I would never go down to low scale.

I’ve had some bullshit to deal with along the way and prevailed though. One incident took place back in June this past summer, a lady at an agency that I worked for at the time got mad at me because she was caught on a “phone recording” advising me to do something that she later denied but her voice didn’t lie. From then on she had given me attitude and I sensed that she would eventually attempt to get me fired, and the bitch did write and sign papers of a false termination that I later fought through my “Union” and won later this September while I still continued to work my other health care jobs.

The agency wrote a letter of acknowledgment to my “Union” for my reinstatement for the “wrongful termination write up” there at that particular agency. I accepted, reinstated, then I resigned and then told the supervisor of personnel that she was a lying fat bitch who covered up for the ugly out of shape fat bitch who tried to unjustly get rid of me. I would never go back there!

Since then, my work has been going smoothly.

Natural Powers Of The Caul And Occult Is Nothing To Fool Around With

In October of 2007, I did one of my necessary rituals using my head Orisha’s veve to invoke his spirit along with another important undertaking that was involved regarding the certain elements in which my “natural” spell was conducted. As usual my rituals usually consist of protection, veneration, blessings and whatever else that my situation or desired needs and wants may call for which always happens to automatically fall into compliance with the universe due to my special birthrights.

I am not a person of spite but a person of definite justice. Just like what I am innately of by heritage and spirituality we do not play around. We have no time for foolishness-not to say that we do not have a lighthearted nature-we love to laugh and indeed have a great sense of humor that is often also at times sinister but we are not idle spiritual beings/individuals. We have grave/serious purpose and state of mind.

Within my ritual I had also cursed a few of my enemies and offered them as human sacrifices without me having to do any of the physical dirty work. I absolutely do not believe in doing animal sacrifices (even though my enemies have performed numerous animal sacrifices upon me), viciously and morbidly cutting up poor animals while they are alive to go through such horrendous pain (burns me the fuck up!).

That is what my ancestors and Orisha’s are here and there for they take care of my obstacles and have my back while working out and smoothing through the rough edges-especially when it comes to the troublemakers.

One of my enemies went by the name Of Mike Heyward. He was an asshole who’ve I written about in the past who had made up sexual lies about me due to the fact that I did not want him (I very coldly rejected him) and treated him with a very nasty attitude because he use to always try to push himself on me even after I had already cordially explained to him that there was never nothing that was ever going to go on between us.

Well, Mike had gotten his-and badly! It didn’t take long either. The next month Mike was killed on November 24, 2007 and I was jubilant when I first got the straight story some years ago (Between my dreams, visions, messages, feelings and other investigation). I felt he got just what he deserved because he was nothing more than a worthless piece of shit who tried to be more than what he actually was.

Mike was just one of the many who received a backlash through the slick and diverse techniques of the universe which can make occurrences appear ordinary and/or coincidental through whichever means that are convenient and available to fit the script.

Others who have set out to hurt me only have hurt themselves in the process and that is simply just the way that it is and how it goes. I am in no mode or fashion disturbed or affected by what I am not of and not designed for.

Even after Mike’s death I’ve at times had felt his anger and distress (still mad because I did not want and desire him-when people die they do not change, they take along everything with them within their personality) and seen his effortless rage, his spirit is not in a good place. He’s had a violent anger towards me, however, there is nothing that he or anyone else can do about it, I have tremendous power and privilege within the spirit world.

Lately it has been kind of quiet in regards to him, but last year around the time of the anniversary of his death I could feel someone trying to give his spirit an elevation of some sort to come after me yet it was all in vain. Inconsequential people are of absolute non effect. One cannot subdue the dirt and wrongdoing that multiple-times folds back unto the direction of the individuals who first embarked to begin with.

Again now, it is November and it will make about seven years since his passing.

The caul and it’s power is a very beautiful and mysterious thing that is in existence and it is a part of life that should not be taken lightly. Though whether one is born with a caul or not people should not set out to harm, ridicule/criticize, or thwart someone simply because they are unique and different in thought pattern, lifestyle, mode of being and whatever else (and especially because of the fact that they cannot get over on them or through jealousy and envy).

There is a reason why certain people possess certain attributes of spiritual power. People who have tried to interfere in my life have received mental breakdowns, strokes, heart attacks and quite a few other misfortunes on account of their negativity backfiring and I have been fortunate enough to get the opportunity to acknowledge these occurrences with these people face to face and/or intuitively then later having it verified.

Halitosis:(https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/halitosis/)

Dirty, Rotten And Pitiful:(https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2012/11/16/dirty-rotten-and-pitiful/)