Spirit/Energy Writing

Spirit/Energy Writing

Many people love to write and those of us that are born with the caul are no exceptions.

When that energy gets me started there is no stopping it I’m like an automatic machine that constantly operates in spontaneous moments of spurts and it feels so good and pleasurable.

Spirit works in mysterious ways as input and information just comes out of me as I type and I cannot control it and I don’t think that I want to from experience and the feelings of the sensations that I get It is definitely for a reason and I know not to negatively question it because it’s a beautiful thing.

A lot of us in our rarity are visionaries with extreme creative streaks that often lead us into the fields of artistic work in which allows us the opportunity and freedom to express and invent. Pioneers of our own crafts we aspire to establish our own independent organizations that compliment our leadership skills and that offer us the authority to both generate and innovate.

Of It’s Own Kind

Of It’s Own Kind

Aside from the jealousy and negativity that was thrown toward me by certain others I had a wonderful upbringing with a very loving mother that was an excellent parent.

I have a lot of fond memories of my childhood regardless of the envious people that were trying their best to turn my young life upside down because I was being carried by spirit as well as being watched over by my Ancestors and Orishas.

I had it both rough and smooth and I used that combination as a preparation and as an advantage whereas I was exposed early on to the harsh realities of life while at the same time not having been affected by condition or getting caught up into the circumstance. I made it all through with the flying colors of divinity.

As a young child I was considered very smart and outgoing and I got along with other children that were of my caliber and we played together and had fun yet I found the undesirable sort of children to be quite a bit of trouble as I was able to spot their type a mile away it was just the gift of insight and intuition that I had to recognize and pick up on individuals of that nature whether they were young or old.

Even though I interacted with others and was very talkative and sociable I had my quiet times where I just liked to be alone with my dogs (I had all three canines living within my home at one time aside from the others that had came and went along the way), alone playing with my toys, alone listening to music and watching television, and just alone time to be by myself.

It was great on my own time without having to be bothered with anyone especially considering the attitude of mind that some people had and how they behaved.

My mother told me that she knew something was up when at twelve or thirteen years of age I stopped communicating altogether with peers and mostly stayed in the house. I began recognizing people and the world even more and I didn’t like the way things were and the way life was in general, and due to the witchcraft/black magic/voodoo that was interfering with the natural order of my life to keep me within a setting where I did not belong I grew angry.

At twelve years of age is when I knew that I wanted to grow up to be a professional writer and I had been writing since the age of ten my mother had bought me a electrical typewriter and I’d drink hot cups of tea and create stories of interest through automatic writing.

I loved and enjoyed reading books I became a strict vegan then a vegetarian, by eating a little poultry and seafood here and there, I had a lot of one on one time with my mother as I had always been under adults growing up.

I didn’t want or desire any boyfriends and knew at age fifteen that I was proudly Asexual.

I didn’t care about what others were doing or how they lived their lives I was just glad I was not like any of the others that were in my neighborhood yet what I hadn’t realized at the time was that they were paying much attention to me and my lifestyle and couldn’t keep me off of their lips.

While some in particular were aware of my gifts there were those that knew that I was different but didn’t know why or what it was that made me unique and to them not normal and as certain individuals always stay in other people’s business I became a target of danger.

Growing up there were other children and grown ups alike that didn’t understand how or why I knew the things that I did and why I escaped the problems and mistakes that they didn’t. Some often assume that people like us must have been told what we know or that we heard it from somewhere or that supernatural talent and intervention does not exist or is impossible within us human beings.

To the wise we know and have learned through our own encounters as well as watching and detecting within others the attributes of the paranormal experience.

We are here for a multiple of reasons known and unbeknownst to ourselves and the mystery can be exciting as we may dread and anticipate while we sometimes like to be scared as we get that same rush of thrill from viewing a good horror flick but it is because we are linked to that realm that is within our nature that we haven’t all gotten completely familiar with yet it is instilled within us subconsciously and we cannot leave here until we have carried out all of our special missions and purposes even if we are pulled in an array of directions-the map still has a road that will surely lead us there!