Special Delivery

envelopesI remember when my great grandmother (my mother’s father’s mother who passed away about six years ago) called up our home one evening asking my mother to refresh her memory by telling her when our birthdays were (me, my mother and one of my aunts).

When I heard my mother giving her grandmother the exact dates over the telephone I exclaimed at her “Don’t give her nothing. You shouldn’t have told her anything!”

It was too late.

My mother hadn’t suspected anything she thought that the inquiry was harmless I on the other hand knew instantly the moment that I heard and discerned my mother’s words relating the information back to my great grandmother although I could not hear what she actually communicated over the other side of the line.

When my mother got off of the phone I explained from my immediate perception of the situation that Amanda had just wanted our dates of birth to try to perform a design of witchcraft on us through another person who was actually going to conduct the ritual or spell.

And I was correct within my conceived notion.

A few weeks later a letter in the mail arrived that was saturated with remnants of voodoo black magic witchcraft matter all over it’s contents. That was just one of my great grandmother’s “method of operation” sending voodoo through the mail and it definitely is able to be done and it had been attempted within the past by others who had tried we just knew better than to open up the occasional ominous envelopes.

Once though my mother had gotten curious and opened up a letter that was sent by her grandmother that we’d usually throw away even if the correspondence was packed with money (my great grandmother always thought that she was slick by mailing us money anybody else would have accepted the currency but we constantly threw it away along with the price of being evilly crossed up that had came with it) and got hit with an envelopment of morbid vibration as a negative magnetism of energy had flown upon her directly heading straight on through and making it’s way into her body while I had also caught a slight whiff of envelopment as I sat behind her on the bed after she’d opened the letter when the negativity had entered into me through the chest area of my body.

inkThe only thing at the time was that I was protected from any form of evilly conjured magnetic vibrations yet she wasn’t so it made no difference if I had come into contact with any of the sorcery because it would not have stuck to me permanently or even significantly.

The first and foremost thing to do if or when in that situation is to get the conjured items out of the house so that it may return and backfire unto the sender or for it to just return back unto nature and to help to further expel any of the negative entities and energies out of the household and/or from the personal presence of ones self then take it from there by developing or seeking out a cleansing or a removal plus a type of spiritual shield if one is unprotected.

The Perfect Combination

Shepherd DogThe very first pet that I ever had within my entire life back in 1982 was a pure breed male German Shepherd puppy.

Three years later I adopted a seven week old German Shepherd/Rough Collie mixed breed from North Shore Animal League that lived for seventeen years and whom would have still been alive if I did not have her put to sleep due to her hind legs giving out from arthritis.

“Brandie” had the best of both worlds having been born of exceptional and beautiful of a breed of dogs physically and mentally; her personal distinct traits were wonderfully compatible with one another and within harmony with our family unit.

rough collieThere were no temperamental conflicts or conflict within the relationship between family and dog/pet.

As an extremely intelligent canine being Brandie was very adapt to learning and therefore instantly became very well trained even at a very early age and never grew too old to be challenged and to grasp onto newer things.

She was loyal, sweet, creative, bold, strong, confident and adorably bashful at times, humorous, playful, caring, energetic and quite spiritual.

sturdy shepherdMany dogs have that psychic intuitive ability and are able to see into the unknown and into the above, not to mention, what they can also extra ordinarily sense and feel by what they naturally pick up on and Brandie had a multitude of that intangible power.

Brandie was amazing and she was so inquisitive and observant, she had a beautiful glossy white, tan and black coat that she proudly wore and strutted around with from her fortunate gene pool of breed along with the most pretty bright set of darling brown eyes, she was so perfect to and for me.

Dog ShepherdEverything about my half Shepherd half Collie mix was beautiful mentally, physically and spiritually as I am still gratefully impacted and touched by her till this day.

 

Nurturing A Beloved Pet, My Puppy Loves And My Doggy Days:(https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/nurturing-a-beloved-petmy-puppy-loves-and-my-doggy-days/)

 

 

Hex

flamesWell, here we go again, two weeks after the candle burning ritual and invocations that had caused me an abnormal headache which completely stopped the next day has begun again.

It all started yesterday, subsided, and then returned more intense during the night as I was asleep. When I’d turn over in bed or get up to go to the bathroom I could feel the unnatural circumstances that was wickedly producing my pain not to mention the flashes of hidden light that I could see upon initially retreating (heading off to sleep) as I lied down to bed.

Upon waking up this morning the discomfort still remained, though, through out the day the ache would go in and out intermittently come and go as my energy simultaneously drowned out the duration of the rituals.

The last time this happened my adversaries were trying so hard to bring back the Brujeria I discovered the following Sunday on the 14th of February. It hadn’t crossed my mind because they had prior weeks before made an attempt that failed (just like many other times within the past) as I know for a fact that the Black Magic is unable to return no matter what measures they take or who they may inquire and acquire to help them out.

rose petalWhen will they learn that they cannot vanquish me?

Although they are already by their own self inflicted errors ruined, if anything, I am the one that has all of the power to utterly destroy them.

 

Shield Of Armors:(https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2016/02/18/shield-of-armors/)

Skull:(https://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2016/02/09/skull/)

 

Lust Spell

come to me candleThere have been numerous attempts over the years to unnaturally make me desire and become attracted to certain guys that if I weren’t asexual still wouldn’t have given the time of day as they had totally repulsed me.

It has been over for a while now so far but about three years ago, give or take, there were these two particular assholes who had kept up their shenanigans for quite the longest out of anyone belonging to their cult or within the conspiracy that was set against me.

They prolonged their demonic activities for a good seven years straight until one gave up in February of 2014 (the light complexioned one) after realizing that his efforts were continuously being done in vain.

It took him seven years to find out? Wow, what a severe wacko!

The other guy (the dark complexioned one) proceeded a little more over the seven years here and there even though after getting embarrassed and humiliated once over an incident to the point of wanting to quit at performing the love and attraction spells due to the unsuccessful “voodoo-venture” that I was extremely resistant to.

He told me he liked me through telepathy although I had already known that the first night that he had approached me on the street back within the year of 2008 with a phony excuse to get my attention.

Also, through empathic vibration it had long before been made known unto me that he was attracted to me but that he was not going to approach me yet after some time had passed he eventually did, however, it was spiritually instead of physically (in person). This guy is so jealous of my life as the revelation had come to me so many times and on more than one occasion serving as another explanation as to why he desired to cause interference.

What was one of the most derogatory within all of the actions in regard to their spell work was when they found and had the nerve to actually tamper with my vagina. They tried to give me a sexual feeling by manipulating my genitalia. They wanted me to become aroused with the sensations of lust in order to get me to have intercourse with them and/or to go out and sleep around with men in general so that they could talk and gossip about it since they had no kind of dirt on me, absolutely nothing authentic.

genitalsNumber one, I personally didn’t even know these two guys aside from the both of them having had approached me and them knowing the people that was from my old neighborhood whom I may have been scarcely acquainted with at one time or another.

Of course, there endeavor resulted in the ultimate failure and they had never ever performed that ritual again other than that one time.

How in the world did their minds contemplate such an absurd skill of plan? It just went to show how sick in the mind the both of them were and still are people like that do not change, if anything, just as the dead they get worse.

I’d hate to be in the harsh reality of what they live and dwell within, and the type of women that they are limited to deal with obviously are too low for even the dogs to bite as they all fit into an equivalent mode of category.

 

I’ve written about these two before:

The dark complexioned one/Satanic Measures(https://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2015/12/25/satanic-measures/)

The light complexioned one/A Spell On Valentine That I Had To Decline(https://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2016/02/02/a-spell-on-valentine-that-i-had-to-decline/)

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

There are few more selection of post in relation to them as I chronicle many of my variety of experiences.

Backfire

glassAside from the many negative of energies returning back to the sender black magic can also bounce off away from its target and unto inanimate objects.

Often when my adversaries would try to cross me or another family member up who were fortunately protected and spiritually resistant to the harsh effects of the demonic activity the energies would boomerang and go into specific parts of the house causing both minor and major temporary or permanent damage.

When we’d look at and observe all of the unexplainable sections of water stains, mildew, decay, cracked paint, dirt and dust, or problems with plumbing there was only one thing that added up and that was the manifestation of evil that had went into it.

Ever since her teenage years my mother had worn good quality sterling silver bracelets that she still wears till this day and whenever she’d get significantly ill her bracelets would turn very dull and dark, nearly black.

The same thing would happen to the bracelets when someone directed the workings of black magic toward her way and by the look of those bracelets along with the scenes of our home that occurrence just revealed how bad of a state the both of us would have been in if we had actually became vulnerable to all of the spells that were intended to inflict havoc upon our life.

I remember years ago how someone brought a business card into my home that was conjured, thinking that such a small item such as a thin piece of card stock wouldn’t raise up any type of suspicion, however, as one highly sensitive to vibration I had detected the negative energy within more ways than one as I watched the vileness as it sprung out from the business card and traveled within the atmosphere.

Immediately, I removed the business card from the house and threw it into the outside garbage can and three days later the guy that brought the card his car had broke down and eventually he had to get another vehicle. He was stopped dead in his tracks.

reflectionHis mother also had the nerve to get involved because among their kind they wanted to get in on the conspiracy and possibly be the ones responsible for having the ammunition to take me and my mother down in order to gain that street-trash credit that entertains the junkie mindset.

In another endeavor the silly bitch had sent her son back over to our home this time with some yarn that was conjured. As I was crocheting I felt the negative energy after it had left out of the acrylic threading enter into my leg, nothing happened though, when he left I threw the yarn away so he’d be non the wiser yet he knew that there was no desired result because, along with other failed attempts by many others, when he had gotten home he asked his mother, “Why can’t nothing happen to her?”

And his mother told him as she had to face the truth, “That is just the way that it is”.

 

A Ride In The Lincoln Town Car

strollThis is another excerpt from my book that “within idea” I conceived back when I was twelve then wrote in between 1999 to 2000, and published in 2003:

Dirty old man Earl spotted Kelly walking down the street. He was a dark-skinned man in his fifties with a medium build, wavy black hair, a big wide nose, thick mustache, yellow teeth and a pot-belly. He slowed down in his dark green Lincoln Town car to ride alongside her.

“Hey Kelly!” Earl called out.

Kelly turned to look at the man whose voice spoke her name.

“Hi Earl”, she said in return.

“Where are you going?” He asked, looking at her through his car window.

“To the check cashier”, she said, ducking her head down to meet his cold-blooded eyes.

Earl stopped his car. “Hop in; I’ll give you a lift”. Kelly didn’t waste any time getting inside of earl’s fancy car. When she shut the door to his vehicle, he lustfully gazed down at her thick long legs. Earl had admired Kelly’s voluptuous body for years. He drooled at the sight of her big breast, curvy hips, wide thighs and big behind. Her face wasn’t too bad to him either. Kelly had a pointy nose, high cheek bones and a full set of lips.

“Them thighs on you got me as hot as an oven”, uttered Earl.

Kelly blushed. “Earl, you need to cut your shit out”.

Earl started up his car and drove slowly. As his left hand steered the wheel, his right hand gently rubbed the skin of Kelly’s knee.

“When are you gonna give me some?” He boldly asked.

Kelly removed Earl’s hand from her knee and said, “I got a man”.

Earl got indignant. He wrinkled up his big wide nose uttering, “Who Daryl? He ain’t shit!”

Kelly was for some reason offended. Even though her man often mistreated her she still found it in her heart to take up for him. “You don’t know nothing about Daryl”, she said.

“Oh no?” Earl said, derisively. “I’ve known him since he was a baby. Shit, I use to fuck his mama!”

Kelly didn’t want to hear any more of what Earl had to say. She was sorry for accepting a ride in his car. “If you don’t like my man, that’s on you”.

Earl sneered at Kelly. Keeping a close eye on the road and then glancing back at her, he uttered, “You think you’re the only woman he’s been fucking? Well let me tell you, that man of yours is a player”.

Kelly was startled and hurt by Earl’s blunt words. She felt stupid and angry both at the same time and she questioned him. “How do you know whether or not my man is cheating on me?”

place“I be out here”, Earl said. “I see everything”. Kelly looked Earl straight in his cold dark brown eyes when he parked in front of the check cashier. His facial expression was made clear and she could see that he was proud of himself for attempting to break her heart. He wanted and intended to make her feel bad and, in her case it worked. Most low-life was on the same level they only had a one track mind. And since Kelly and Earl were of the same class-ignorant, immoral and worthless-they both knew how to get the best of the other. Their kind was always playing stupid games on people. Their sick mentality made them all incapable of fitting in with those people in particular that were above them. “You ain’t shit”, Kelly told Earl.

“What did you think? That I would be so devastated and retaliate on Daryl by fucking you?! Well I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of trying to dog me out some more”.

Earl sneered at Kelly again. “You played yourself; you did it on your own by letting all of these niggers dog you. I just want to pick up the scrap to show everybody that I’ve cleaned up the garbage!”

Kelly departed from Earl’s car in a fury and slammed his car door as hard as she could in an attempt to break it. He watched her enter into the check cashier, muttering a few derogatory words to himself. Then, he pulled off, searching for other women to screw.

Kelly finished her business rather quickly. There were barely any people occupying the place. When she left out of the check cashier, her first move was to the liquor store. Earl’s negativity had worked up her nerves. Kelly purchased a quart of rum along with a half a pint of vodka. She needed a couple of drinks to prepare her for the confrontation that she was going to have with Daryl later today.

 

PeacoT Club

discoThis is another excerpt from my book written in 1998 and then published in 2001:

When Rossi came to hang around with friends on the block sometimes he paid Emilia a visit. He still called her by her ex husband’s last name, Mrs. Tyler. Others also referred to her in that manner. They would sit and talk, drink, smoke marijuana, and who knows what else. Even before Emilia’s stepdaughter Colleen died Emilia liked Rossi and wanted to be with him. Finding out Penny was seeing him deeply bothered her to a point where she couldn’t help but interfere. Emilia barely knew Penny. They use to see one another years ago, and would greet one another, but now, out of jealousy for a man, Emilia spoke ill of Penny.

At first, the game she tried to play wasn’t noticed. It was the second play that tipped off Penny that she was being set up. Emilia started by constantly insisting that Jasper invite Penny out for a night at the PeacoT CluB, a place to mingle, have drinks, eat and dance.

“Mrs. Tyler keeps buggin’ me to ask you if you would like to go out. She wants the three of us to hang at the PeacoT cluB”, Jasper told Penny. “I don’t know why she keeps on persuading me to tell you, she don’t even know you”.

“I don’t understand it either”, Penny said.

“Emilia said you look real good for your age, and that you have a nice shape”.

Penny didn’t comment. She just figured maybe the jet black, fat, out of shape, ugly bitch envied her some. Curiosity tempted Penny to take Emilia up on the offer. Penny just wanted to find out where she was coming from, and what she was up to.

One Friday night Jasper and Penny went with Mrs. Tyler to the PeacoT CluB. Jasper wore a black tuxedo; Penny wore a spandex dress that came above her knees, stockings and high-heeled shoes; Emilia wore some multicolored, glittering, sequined shit that most women wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. Jasper’s sister Sally and her admirer Sherman decided to come along and share a table with them.

night outHosting at the PeacoT Club was a fifty-something-year-old man named Mr. Bellamy, who also happened to be a tenant in the home where Mrs. Tyler lived.

Mrs. Tyler and Mr. Bellamy were suppose to chip in and buy some liquor, but he left her hanging, and she ended up paying for a whole fifth of Absolute vodka.

After Jasper, Penny, Sally, Sherman, Mrs. Tyler, and Mr. Bellamy digested a taste of liquor, they danced.

An older man came over to Penny and wanted her to boogie with him; she accepted. Sally and Sherman did their “thang”. Jasper tried his best to groove with Mrs. Tyler, but it just wasn’t happening. They looked more like a sideshow in the circus. Mr. Bellamy didn’t bother to dance, he just observed everyone else.

After time passed, Mrs. Tyler sat at the table. Her eyes were fixated on Penny. She continued to watch as a few different men came and offered Penny a dance. Even Mr. Bellamy took Penny on the dance floor. Not one man at the club asked Emilia Tyler for a dance.