I was told my robust spirituality comes from my long line of native american ancestry and I agree as I already came to the conclusion about it decades ago. It was so obvious to me.
The mixture within my african american roots serve to make the foundation even more intense through the combination of tribal culture.
The european blood within my veins is french.
I’d never deny my inherent african power as the africans have a natural flair to wistfully attract desires. All they have to do is wish for something and it comes to them without the use of any magic. I’ve done it for years.
I noticed years and years ago that I had a natural talent to draw to me the things in life that I wanted.
Even if I wanted and wished for certain other people to go away they would end up disappearing by leaving or moving somewhere to another location or area of place, or just not returning back into my presence at all.
I may even have been placed in an environment where I didn’t have to come into contact with them.
The power of desire is real and when one has the energy and capacity to intangibly connect within the universe anything is possible.
I was always strong in prayer. If a desire comes up in my thoughts it will eventually get answered and become my reality. My needs and requires are constantly met as a priority.
Its a wonderful and beautiful condition to be imparted with and one of sincere gravity.
Writing is an art and a talent, a gift to inspire, and to be inspired by.
When inspiration unexpectedly strikes it will happen anywhere and at any given period. There is not a set time for creative skill to rise into focus. Vision and wit is promoted by energy and drive expression and invention is contrived through originality.
Once all of the faculties range within motion the flair of province instinctively goes into coordination.
I dive on in as I enter the wonderful world of writing!
Spirit is working in my life with accuracy. It
has shown me truth, it has been consistent, and I’m a believer.
Spirit offered out to me a better way and a continuance of blessing is here today.
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Tints are handed out to me in flashes to soothe, I’m pleasantly burned up by the spark.
Wind incites to expel the smoke from within my torch but the flames ignite and the vapors asphyxiate the waves of the air.
The universe has set me on fire and I don’t want to be put out.
The energy is generous and solicitous and effective, full of distinguishing light.
Oh what a copious adorn I blazingly wear all covered up here in the sphere.-misslatoya