It’s a shame, however, I still have adversaries who still won’t quit at their nonsense and who seek to conquer and to destroy me through vain demonic techniques.
It is really deep how sick and desolate these pathetic individuals are no matter how much times goes by they still cannot move on.
They’ll have to continue on the road alone as It is impossible for them to drag me along for a ride within their eternal lanes of destruction.
These pitiful idiots are unable to spoil my joy or rattle my spirit.
As I’ve said before all through out my life people have taken turns and worked negativity against me and I’ve always been aware of it.
There was always more than one person on my block involved in the later witchcraft attacks other than the dumb whore bitches (Lizette and Doritta) who lived across the street from me at the time, of course, as it was a neighborhood thing spread about with different sick and jealous people.
There was one neighbor’s house I passed by one morning years ago (2011) where someone in the home snapped a photo of me. I noticed the flash of the camera from the front livingroom picture window. Some time later, one of the occupants who lived in the house (one of the guys who raped my aunt back in the 1980’s by the name of Larry Butler) called out to me as I came home from work. I ignored the asshole.
He was scared. He and others had used satanic rituals in order to break my protection and failed as I and my energy was too strong and powerful. Their rituals backfired and now one of the assholes (who I and him were never on any speaking terms) had called out to me by my name out of fear and desperation.
He had told on himself when he did that. And I had already known everything because I had felt everything they were doing in the process while it was actually happening.
I’ve set up quite a few altars within my lifetime with the aid and essence of “spirit” carefully guiding and motioning my steps.
I’d actually feel and sense the energy of my ancestors and deities, and, if my deities weren’t pleased with something they’d let me know as to confirmation to the things I may have suspected beforehand as well as to what they were content with in regards to our own simultaneous commonality.
I had learned that my orishas and I shared the same features and attributes of particular behavior and attitude.
It is a wonderful and lovely fashion in which to connect, communicate, and acquire, personally and supernaturally.
Set aside a certain area most suitable and preferable to your liking and accord. The location of the altar can be established and situated anywhere one feels comfortable to prepare their spiritual vessel of dedication.
Upon the altar may be placed anything necessary in reference and into relation to who and what is being venerated and communicated with.
In addition, inner voice of spirit as well as spirit guides will further direct and navigate within accordance to other requirements and development.
I wonder where time goes how it passes so fast yet some days seem to reflect just like yesterday.
Recent yesterday events that may occur daily often feel like the distant past.
I have a good memory and I remember about twenty years ago now while I had burned candles on my altar I came across a dead roach.
The insect was lifeless on its backside next to a lit seven-day glass encased candle and a small portion of fresh dirt that I often bought by the bag from the hardware store in which to represent the element earth.
I’d have an arrangement that included water, air, earth, and fire.
I had the strongest feeling that it was the energy from the vibration that had manifested within the environment of the altar that killed the roach.
My intuition wasn’t too far-fetched either.
About fourteen years ago, while I was in the process of getting Brujeria removed, there were three flies that had got inside my house and that were healthily flying around for a few days.
The insects were fine until the negative energy began to release from my body.
All three of the flies literally slowed down within their course of motion and within my direct presence to land and die slowly beside me on my bed.
I watched every moment of their demise and departure as their vulnerable anatomy/thorax stood no chance against the vile energies of brujeria.
Aren’t we lucky as humans to have more durable bodies?
It took vile spiritual, mental, and emotional strength for me to constantly wear and beat that shit periodically throughout the years, and years ago.
The light that shines within is a light that never comes to an end.
When we stand strong we never go wrong.
Ignore the unsavory pretend as if they weren’t even there.
There are people who can’t move on as we continue to live our life those certain people who won’t let go.
They have an unhealthy unnatural attachment to us. A unreciprocal connection tied from the lowest depths of hell.
Servants enabled by their master to perform abysmal acts.
They envy the love between others.
In return, they sabotage the most harmonious relationships.
Jealous because they have to go out to obtain a false love.
Miserable because they are not desirable enough to acquire genuine love.
It is an honor, It is truly an honor, It is a great honor to be endowed.