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Writing is such a fantastic talent and gift to have and I am consumed with the natural energy to write through spirit whenever I’m moved to create and express.

When I write, it’s not about getting people to read, I don’t care if nobody ever read my literature, I will always continue to write and speak my truths and experiences regardless, it’s genuinely about a driven force within me carrying out what I was born to do and the universe allowing me to do so within my connection unto it.

And, I understand the vibration completely and it is intangible.

It is mysterious how spirit and destiny works.

I Love All of my blogs:

My First,

My Voice Weblog By Miss LaToya

 

My Third,

Authentic Expression (LaToya’s Health And Wellness Lifestyle Blog

 

My Fourth,

Working Woman By Miss LaToya

 

Oh, The Nostalgia

I had so much fun as a child with Barbie and all of her accessories back in the day.

Oh my goodness, Barbie/Mattel sent me an email advertising the newest or latest available Barbies.

They should not have done that!

Now they’ve got me all hot and excited to view, choose, then collect more of my favorite childhood pastime. I’ve been collecting since the year 2006.

I already have enough of these dolls as it is!

So tempting, though, nevertheless I’m not even going to look at the selection

I’ve probably already seen and have a few of them already.

I’ll just wait for next years 2020 new addition Barbies to arrive on the market.

Fruition

The tasty fruits of inborn talents, labor, and energetic vibration is so mouth-watering.

 

I’ve had many jobs that categorize more than one field of work. The tasks and pursuits I experienced during the varying areas in regard to employment enhanced and developed additional inspiring factors within my utilizations.

Each particular encounter proved to be very rewarding and enlightening. The instances imparted to me how I do better as a multitasker. I can’t be held down to one description I am a combination of specific variety and creativity rooted from deep inside.

Isn’t it marvelous when we have the option to choose what lanes to walk down?

As our paths lead us out into the open doors of opportunity why not go all out to explore all there is to achieve within the many things we desire to accomplish?

When the knocks call do you answer or do you leave the door shut? Does the pounding motivate or does it annoy?

I answer expectedly and enthusiastically, giving it my best shot! Why not? I don’t turn down an offer that demands for me in which to excel. In return, I succeed!

The knocks inspire me as bestowment within correspondence believes in me. Why else would it had summoned thee?

When we genuinely have confidence in ourselves and are strong within determination those doors began to fly open.

I know what I’m capable of doing and I use my tools of nature to expand even farther. It’s an order!

A command to approach and reach the steps meant for us to climb at our own pace and at our own periods of readiness.

No one has the authority to define the contents within the recipes prepared to flavor us as deliciously fruitful. We come in the most delectable packages full of excitement and coated surprises.

It’s fulfilling and inspiring to me to not be limited within faculty and to have the capacity to do more than just one thing as versatility allows us to express the distinct versions of our competent selves within personality, aptitude and performance.

Intelligence/Experience/Talent/Education

Gifted people come in all varieties. We as individuals can do anything that is within what we are capable of doing.

When I was in my early twenties an associate of my mother’s had met with me in person for the first time and heard me speak and hold a conversation and responded later to my mother by addressing “I was nowhere near the level that she’s on at that age. I thought she was in college”.

I wondered to myself “What does college have to do with intellect and mentality?”

Even a professional who I wrote an essay for when I got accepted at a college years ago which I decided not to attend asked me “How do you know how to write so good if you’ve never been to a college?” I didn’t get it because I’ve never associated intelligence and talents with professional training. To me, everything depends on ones own individual capacity.

This person didn’t mean any harm (my mother’s associate), of course, his words were actually a compliment and acknowledged that just because someone is in college doesn’t make them smarter than someone who is not.

I was never one to believe that school actually made one smart and I was never intimidated by anyone’s degree as I could attain the same achievement or higher if I chose to. School is just a tool of enhancement to progress an already intelligent and capable mind. However, learning comes within all fashions and within all places it is whether one is able to fully grasp what is being taught to them.

I remember back in the day how left back students attending high schools who didn’t have a satisfactory grade level of reading skills were eventually promoted out of school and allowed to graduate just because administration was tired, frustrated, or just didn’t want to deal with the problem anymore and decided to get rid of them instead.

When I was ten years old I took and passed tests high school children were unable to complete and pass without a problem. I even had an opportunity to get published by a mainstream publisher for short stories that I wrote back then.

Now I’m hearing in this day and age kindergarten children are getting left back. Some of it is the parents fault as they may have messed their children up with drugs and alcohol or are just not putting in the extra effort or time to help and teach their children. Even some parents themselves don’t have the knowledge to properly raise and guide their children

Don’t get me wrong, though, school is a positive and constructive resource, however, education is just the incorporation of particular knowledge which can be learned within any setting to the individual who has the right development and equipment.

I already knew how to read and write before I ever began school as a youngster and when I got older I was skipped a grade into a class for the gifted. Yet, school never held my interest as I was bored.

I didn’t have a problem with school itself but it was the individuals and the environment in which I had to attend school with. I liked it better learning one on one with a sufficient older person or within the presence of a specific group of other like-minded adolescents.

When I became fully grown and totally came into my own I liked partaking within classes better since I was not a child who didn’t have the control around my situations as children are oftentimes not taken as seriously within maturity and allowed the partiality of making their own fair judgments among other adults in certain situations.

Some are naturally born with communication skills and have the faculty to problem solve as I was.

I know people who’ve attended school and higher education who are still in school and they are definitely not too bright, especially within the area of common sense. And some people do cheat their way out.

I know some people who battle with low self esteem, ignorance, a complex of some sort and use their credentials as a badge of authority toward others. I don’t cater to people like that I don’t consider people experts soley depending on a course they’ve took or a certificate they’ve recieved I have too much of an open mind as well as common sense and too much experience to know that knowledge or brilliance is not packaged strictly in standard wrappings there is also the papers that come decorated in all styles and design.

Too Deep Into It/Get A Life

Has anybody had someone prematurely (the onset) stalk them for exercising natural spirit energy (automatic writing)?

Writing that isn’t premeditated but universally inspired and motioned?

So strange and ridiculous.

The crazy ones just get sicker by the day. I have a nut that has gotten too personally involved with my blogs, distorting my basis, and intentionally taking my literature out of context.

This individual was following two of my blogs for about five months. When she first wrote to me she claimed to have telekinetic abilities (that’s a good one). If so, I wish she’d burn the fuck up and disappear, or maybe go electrocute her ass.

Then she continued to write and make comments on my blog and I just began to ignore her as I didn’t want to be bothered I still have all of her correspondence from months back.

Lately she has been leaving comments on my blogs, highly disturbed by what I write, seems like a personal issue that she needs to take up with a therapist.

While I constantly ignored her she just kept coming back to my blog with her hang ups and off the wall bullshit in which I really didn’t give a fuck about. What is wrong with these nuts?

If she doesn’t like what I write why continue to follow and visit my blogs? Its just as simple as that. No body asked for her to come, just go away. Mad because I won’t fall for the bait? I have no desire or time to idly argue back and forth to satisfy her pathetic insecurities.

We have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

I mean let’s be real I’m not going to stop utilizing my literary talent just because some loon can’t handle the freedom of self expression. Perhaps if she developed a talent of her own she could stay out of other peoples business.

 

Food (Knowledge) For The Mind As Well As The Body

LaToya’s Health And Wellness Lifestyle Blog is up and running. Its been live for three weeks now and I love writing on my wordpress.com platform. I love all three of my blogs titled My Voice, A Caulbearer’s Journey And  Authentic Expression.  I’ve been writing online for thirteen and a half years now and it is fantastic to have an uncensored stage to present, share, and exchange our truths, ideas, creativity, experiences, societal/worldly/spiritual/personal issues and expertise.

I don’t write for anyone’s approval or criticism if I didn’t have an audience I’d still be writing, as I have stated within the past, I write purely through preternatural spiritual energy/automatic writing. Spirit as well as my inborn tendency inspires me through my love and passion for the craft. Yet at the same time I was told that I was meant to help people along the way through my gifts as a clairvoyant/medium and “messenger”.

I’ve never been a “save the world type of person” neither have I ever desired to become one. I am a very genuine, open and unapologetic stand up type of person who is very opinionated and outspoken when it comes to what stirs me, what I believe in, and what I fight for.

Within my journey offline and online I’ve discovered without even realizing in the beginning on up that by just being myself and being real and not ashamed or afraid to speak my mind that I had shed both influence and inspiration to those in particular.

I’m very sure I’m viewed by some as cold, harsh and judgmental, in general though, individuals will perceive only within the limited range that their minds are able to allow them to in which definitely does not define or reflect upon another. Then, there are those who do perceive accurately within their own discernment. Nevertheless, I am not concerned by it as I am most certainly defined by the truth within who I genuinely am and not by what others may state, think, or believe.

While everyone may not always care, agree, understand me, my words, or where I’m coming from there is a purpose to it all. When certain ones of us within life are preordained to carry out and accomplish our missions whatever few or many they may be nothing can stop it, not even we ourselves. When others interfere within our endeavors and ventures nature just remarkably takes us safely through a different route because our celestial jobs must and will get done here on this earth.

What is nothing to me may be something to others or to someone else and vice versa this is a huge world and there is all variations for us to take and make fulfilling gain, value and design from.

We all in specific are a resourceful help and benefit to one another and that is quite a lovely and beautiful gesture set to us and for us within the universe.

 

 

 

Dare To Bear The Bull?

April showers/May flowers/within the hours/ I feel your powers

Dare to bear the bull and bare it all?

The month of May is here/ and I’ll turn forty-four this year/Oh, yes my dear/ it’s all so good to hear/

As I shout it in your ear/just know that I show no fear/

Since the time is near I think I’ll start my new career/Okay, let’s cheer!/

Let’s welcome in the fierce bear.

Bear? You mean bull. Let’s welcome in the bulls. The bear can’t bull the job only the bull can bear the job.

 

Visit LaToya’s Health And Wellness Lifestyle Blog

Go With The Flow

Through automatic writing, the words are unplanned within me.

A continuing saga, that never ceases to be.

Quite mysterious yet serious, it all calls out to me.

I love the way it makes me, the magical places it takes me.

Spirit inspired me to create another blog that expresses and promotes wellness as I am back in the mode to write and have the time in between time.

(https://authenticexpression.food.blog/)

I have quite a few interests.

I am a multi-tasker and have those multi talents just like a lot of other people out there in the world and it is important to utilize those abilities if one is hit with inspiration.

Talent and creativity shouldn’t be wasted even if it is just a hobby it is important to let out inner voice and vision even if we don’t know where it will lead us.

Energy puts us into motion and the vibe guides us along the way. No matter what one is motivated to do be sure to exercise and to nurture it too.

Expiriment and explore, then is when we open up the door.

Once we get inside, we don’t tend to get discouraged because during our times of fulfillment, the force has us wanting more.

 

 

 

 

 

Solitude

So cute that fellow creative individuals shared their inspirations as we love our artistic visions and experiences!

A lot of my writings have longevity and one of my popular posts titled “Solitude” is still getting notice on a site that I use to publish articles on years ago and here are a few comments from some readers:

TerriLane

this is true for anyone but especially for those who write poetry. We must be truly ourselves before we can share ourselves with others. Great depth, love the poem.

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catherine

Solitude is my buddy. good article.

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rubyhawk

My opinion exactly. I also like my solitude. Love your poem.

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"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

1416564_stairs_bergen_aan_zeeTime is precious. Before we know it our valuable moments quickly pass us by.

I cannot express enough how important it is to cherish the significant periods within our lifetime.

We will never get them back.

There are lots of wonderful memories to reminisce and to look back on. Times of love, times of bonding, times of epiphanies, times of change.

Yet there is the here and now.

As we grow older we look back to make examinations about the past and the present. Whether some of the experiences that we may have had were of a negative or of a positive nature-for those who are mature we’ve learned, we’ve grown, and we’ve maintained from them.

Now using our knowledge, strength, and confidence we are to partially serve to influence our futures.

Life is way too short to spend time being unhappy and wasting time on things that are not…

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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.

109th Street Walton Road

empty streetThis is an excerpt from a book that I published in 2003:

“It’s a shame for you to have to see your sister in that condition”, Ronnie said, with sincere compassion within his heart. And his eyes were filled with sorrow.

“I know”, said Danielle. Then she looked Ronnie in his brown eyes and gravely uttered, “He’s gotta pay”.

Ronnie was a bit startled. “You know who hurt Courtney”, he asked his young niece.

Danielle paused for a second because out of anger those words had slipped out. Then she decided to welcome the courage that she had deep down inside of her body and boldly conveyed, “Yes. I think it was Bruce”.

As he was startled and proud of Danielle for being so keenly perceptive regarding the situation he was so pleased at her for confirming what he was very sure to be true. “I believe so too”, he told his niece. Ronnie looked Danielle in her sad big brown pretty eyes and said, “I want you to tell me the truth. Has Bruce ever hurt you?”

Danielle bowed her head down and began to cry then looked back up at her uncle and into his eyes. “Three times”, she said.

Ronnie tenderly kissed his niece goodbye. Danielle didn’t have to say any more because he had a positive idea of how she’d been hurt. And when Ronnie made it home to his place he dranked a whole small bottle of liquor. All sorts of things were running through his angry mind and, killing Bruce was one of them. After an hour went by, Ronnie didn’t want to waste any more of his time. He decided to put the plan he’d came up with into action. And his scheme was to have someone beep Bruce and meet with him over on Walton Road by 109th street at eleven p.m. A False drug buy seemed like the perfect bait for Bruce to take.

When Bruce did arrive on Walton Road he was very surprised to see Ronnie there. “What are you doing here?” he asked him.

“I’m here to take your ass out”, said Ronnie. “You’ll never touch my nieces again”.

Bruce used a moment to think to himself. “You set me up”. He said, shocked.

Ronnie sneered at the ruthless drug dealer and snidely uttered, “In the worst way”. And he was ready to carve a very sharp blade deep into the layers of his rotten flesh.

When Bruce saw the box-cutter gripped tightly in the palm of Ronnie’s ready hand he reached into the inside pocket of his black and navy blue suede jacket and pulled out his gun and aimed it at him.

“Don’t make me shoot you, man”, Bruce warned. “We can walk away and pretend this never happened”.

Ronnie was outraged by Bruce’s pomposity because to him he wasn’t shit! “What about Courtney?” Ronnie asked. “Am I supposed to forget what you’ve done to her? And what about Danielle, you’ve raped her haven’t you? You think I’m gonna let you get away with those things. My nieces are just babies. Good children. And you hurt them. And it’s time for you to be hurt”.

Coldly, Bruce uttered, “Well I tried to make a truce”. Then he pulled the trigger. A bullet pierced Ronnie’s throat, killing him instantly. Bruce fled the scene immediately.

city nightsEight year old Eric had accurately caught the incident in his dream as he lay asleep in his bedroom. He was horrified at what he saw and didn’t want to believe that it was something real. He turned on his lamp that stood on the end table beside his bed the moment after he witnessed his Uncle Ronnie falling to the ground. He stared at his reddish-brown bedroom walls that were trimmed in white, trying to get the location of the murder out of his head. Walton Road kept on flashing before his dark brown eyes along with 109th street. Right then and there he knew there was no turning back. He had too much information. And the murderer would soon be returning back to his apartment. Eric didn’t want Bruce to get away with Killing Ronnie but if he opened up his mouth at the wrong time Bruce surely wouldn’t hesitate to kill him too. So for the time being Eric planned on carrying the burden of truth around with him for as long as it was necessary.

 

“What chama call it?!”

beer and barrelMy late grandmother (My mother’s mother) loved herself some beer preferably Miller High Life before she graduated on to Budweiser. She drank beer all the way up until the time that she passed away and here is an excerpt from my book that was written back in 1998 and then published in 2001 in a chapter about an incident involving my grandmother:

“Ass” was Charlene’s favorite word. Everybody was an ass as far as she was concerned. Her second cousin Francine came from the Bronx to visit one spring. She brought her nephew Mack along. Even though Charlene had known Francine all her life she was just now meeting Mack.

While Penny accompanied her mother’s cousin to the store Charlene was scheming.

“Hey, come get this for me”.

“Get what?” Mack asked.

“My can of beer”, she pointed toward the dining room. “Hurry up before they come back”.

Mack left the living room puzzled. He wasn’t aware of Charlene’s plot. Because of her illness she wasn’t allowed to drink alcoholic beverages. Their effects could result in another stroke. Regardless of the risk Charlene continued drinking. If someone came to the house she wanted them to buy her a beer. Many found this annoying.

A few friends of Penny’s complained, “Every time I come here she asks for a beer!” If Charlene couldn’t get it from a visitor Terri would go buy one.

beerOn this particular day, a can of Miller High Life was hidden somewhere in the dining room. She often did this hoping Penny wouldn’t catch her.

“Where is it?” Mack asked.

“It’s under the What chama cal it!” Due to frequent memory loss Charlene was at times unable to express words, often uttering “What chama cal it”.

Mack was even more puzzled and asked, “What’s that?”

Charlene pointed again and said, “Under the What chama cal it!”

Mack’s bewilderment was obvious by his facial expression. He went over to where she was pointing and knelt down.

Charlene sighed, expressing impatience. Hearing the sound of her breath expelling, Mack knew it was a sure sign of disappointment.

Rudely Charlene exclaimed, “It’s over there asshole!”

 

Young Ones

color me happyEvery child’s doodling is not an unorganized maze of scribble scrabble and every baby talk speech pattern is not a confusing utterance of mumble jumble.

Messages from the spirit realm can actually be communicated through the unpremeditated actions of a toddler through the modes of automatic writing and verbal language just as within adults, one just has to know what in specific to look out for as the circumstance has more than one description according to personal individual bearing and expression.

There are many imperative manifestations derived from the presence of a child at any age and the channels of energy generate in a variety of forms and these children need to be nurtured and encouraged and also taught thoroughly about their gifts if possible.

Sound tones, language and vibration stimulate within non apparent chant or transmission in fashions that are beneficial to the attributes that serve to a positive state and intention that is geared toward discovery, communication and further development.

chalkSometimes there are hidden revelations of information within the twirls and circles of doodle a “written word” or “significant numbers and letters”, even within distinct clear drawings there could tell a story of what was, what is, or what may soon to come.

 

Old Souls:(https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2016/01/23/old-souls/)

 

“Higher Consciousness”

eyeOh how I rode on the elevated plane that soared on up above through out to an all new height.

Open and clear I am forever in a state of wisdom consistently prepared, and aware.

Through mystical color and form distinguish the picture in between, the depiction that is entirely unforeseen.

A creation of possible illusion sometimes confusion yet never a genuine delusion only maybe just a drawn up conclusion, you are that definite source of explanation one’s precise or varying interpretation, emphatic within the scope.

mindA journey to expand therein a revelation to delve wherein, and a specific zone to fly herein, you are my infinity you are the third eye.

 

-latoya lawrence

Well-being Well-served

doughNot only does eating our best-loved meals bring to us satisfaction and contentment but the delight in preparing a favorite dish also creates a gratification.

My best-loved foods consist of starch and bread is one of them aside from rice and potatoes. I’ve made my own cornbread and biscuits before and it is fascinating and exciting to put in and doll up my own delicious inventions with artistic ingredients.

When one cultivates an experiment in the kitchen with zeal and anticipation once those spontaneous moods hit it can be rewarding, adding a new development to the menu of home cooking generates the inspiration toward future scrumptious projects.

biscuitsI am no top fan of preparing meals and I am no expert in the kitchen but I like and have to eat so I can make decent foods with good enough taste when I commit to it and just the little undertakings of this nature is a good exercise, and source that caters to a healthy state of well-being.

My Life Written Journals

classic memoriesI am by nature inspired to write and not only as a hobby but also as a profession. I write about whatever spirit inclines me to as well as what may interest me or what I may have experienced.

I never lacked in confidence I always believed in myself and within my abilities I knew that I had a natural born talent as I often write automatically. It is not arrogant or boastful for one to be aware of what they are capable of doing or achieving.

I genuinely do love my own writings, my natural type of style and my creativity.

If everyone was to like my writing techniques and/or presentations and subject matter, and I did not, I would not be happy with that at all. If no one liked anything about my writing, yet I did, then I’d be absolutely fine with that.

(I honestly and logically do not expect everyone to like or to agree with everything that I write about. If I don’t like a particular creation or form of literature of some one else I won’t just knock it solely for that purpose.

It does not necessarily mean that the item is of bad or poor quality it just may not be of my interest. I may not relate to it, or so on.

In my opinion it is nothing to take to heart. That is just my perspective.

Nevertheless, there are undoubtedly incidents where many do produce work of substandard or mediocre quality.

One should never fear to express their words, their literature, or their feelings no matter what the consequence. Whether it be in profession or within personal life one should also never fear to be in the midst of criticism.

One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. What is something to one is nothing to another.

What some can see others cannot. When one is exceptional no one can tell them any different.

It is better to stand out than to stand in with what is common.)

https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/shining-bright-and-knowing-itwrite-me-up/

kitchen studySo for the most part what I am saying is writing should in my opinion be about self fulfillment and self satisfaction and if there are others who come along who happen to be fond of or have an appreciation for a piece of literature of one’s personal own then that can be nice, beneficial and complimentary however it should not be the main or ultimate goal that motivates or inspires one.

Writing is a part of my comfort zone an expression of my “outside of the box way of thinking” and also a part of my spiritual connection to the universe that inevitably propels me into action and in no way whatsoever are my literary activities done in vain.

Me writing this also took me back to when I once wrote this particular post:https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/my-blogmy-masterpiecemy-magic/

 

Stay True

chillIt is true, the more you know the farther you can advance because knowledge is power and the mind is a very important and powerful tool if one is equip.

How one uses their knowledge is also a huge responsibility. Are they using their information as a hobby or a skill, to maneuver or deceive, to teach or to inspire?

The approach of how one expresses their knowledge is another interesting or challenging factor as what they often impart may not always be what is accepted and sometimes what is mostly rejected by those who are in a state of “unconsciousness”.

Should the ignorance of another or certain others drive you into a personal state of silence out of the fear of ridicule and scrutiny? If so, that is a bashing to one’s own self, a surrender to the very unconsciousness that you yourself are conscious of.

In no way whatsoever should one be driven into an area of self limitation, self deprivation. That is mental suicide.

Embrace those eccentric ideas they are original. Dare to be authentically extraordinary that courage is remarkable.

Be a leader not a follower, a believer not a dealer, and do not be a flunky that role is for a junky.

Stay true and ahead always learning something new and remember to stay on cue because there will never be another who is identical to you.

Miss LaToya Lawrence

 

The Beauty And Blessing Of Authenticity: Attacks On Character For Being Unique

281066_stemsI hate when people have the audacity to attack a person over something that they have known and have been doing for all of their life.

Where do they get the gall to doubt, accuse, or challenge someone about their motives and capabilities?

They come from out of no where. As if one were just born yesterday and not aware of anything within their surroundings or of how to survive.

Jealousy and envy are indeed an irrational sickness and ignorance among many.

I have been the object of such attack by a chosen number of few in particular who believed that they were better than what they actually were. It had went on since I was a child and escalated as I became an adult.

Those type of people who feel that they are more sufficient and able to outdo someone else who is really the more qualified and the more innately equip.

I’ll admit that the instance use to anger me due to the fact that I knew the real deal behind the situation. That they were the ones who were inadequate and indeed acting out on preconceived notions and misconception.

They had inadvertently deceived and revealed themselves all at the same time. These people could not compare to me at what I knew or what I did in the least bit.

It would take them a while to discover that revelation and then to accept that fact. Yet it did not stop their disdain. And I really did not care.

A lot of the time when I had made an impression or an accomplishment, of course, they would have to downplay my achievements as being of no serious or legitimate value.

The mystery to this particular circumstance is, however, that I could instantly and accurately pick up on these people right off the back. The abilities that they lacked as well as their true ulterior motives.

The affirmation of their inferiority. Their states of being a bunch of nothings and nobodies. People of no real value. Of no grave importance. However, they would always continue to go on with their own fantasy and delusions.

They weren’t even on my level when it came down to intelligence and discernment. They did not have anywhere near the knowledge, strength, or power that I had.

All that they really had to show for anything was the bunch of skeletons that were in their unsightly closets.

Just because someone is older and so called more experienced in doing something does not necessarily mean that they are more efficient. They may just have not come across the right person to show them what certain things really mean and how certain things are really to be done.

To each his or her own. What goes for some people absolutely does not go for all.

I have an old soul. I have been here before. I was born with a caul. Just because someone is different does not give anyone the authority to underestimate and discredit them.

Some people will often deny or refuse to admit to the existence of what they may have never heard of or what they may have never come across.

These type of people really kill me when one does not behave in accordance to their specific standards. Usually in regard to the things that supposedly correspond with the approval of general society.

Conducting one’s self in any other opposing mode is considered by some individuals as reflecting an apparent stupidity or incompetency.

Tell me though, who is really the uneducated one? The one who is limited in their particular information or the one who is broader within their own mental horizons. I do not even need to ask a question to an answer that I already cognize.

No one can tell me anymore about myself than of what I definitely know.

If anything, I could tell them more about themselves that they’d never recognize to know.

The ridiculous crap that I have had to put up with certain people.

People who did not know me personally or even well enough. Just judging me with their infantile minds.

I never had to prove anything to anyone. And I never tried. However, the universe has abundantly brought me out into the open for all of the world to see just like the many others in the world who have a distinct and special purpose to fulfill.

My great ancestors and orishas have got me up on the top. Publicly rubbing my success in all of my haters and down-players  faces.

My enemies were always jealous of me. Scared of me. And desiring to become like me.

They did not want me to recognize myself for the person that I actually was. They never wanted me to seem as if I was good enough. When in actuality they were the ones who did not have the capacity to measure up.

I am very unique.

There is no one else out there in the world who is like me. Though there are those who are similar. Real children of the caul/veil are rare in character.

That is what makes me so honest. So genuine. So Authentic.

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Jealousy And Envy: Knowledge, Creativity, And Gifts

492650_viewI’ve always been far ahead of my time. There are people who have constantly come after me unjustly.

They then in return paid for their shenanigans severely. Whether they had suffered quickly or at a more distant time.

All of my young life I have been the object of many peoples envy and jealousy.

Jealousy and envy are two of the most ugliest things that are in existence. These negative emotions are also a very irrational sickness within many people.

When certain individuals are blessed and have a lot of fortunate advantages going on for themselves there will tend to be much havoc or conflict through the malicious means of other not so fortunate people.

I self published an autobiographical novel stating my experiences along with the incidents that had went on around my family as I grew up as a child.

The book, of course, did not explain my entire life story because I was only twenty-three years of age when I had wrote it.

And because there were still certain pieces of my life’s puzzle that I had to put together to analyze more clearly and correctly. So I did not make known every detail of my early trying occurrences altogether within my autobiography which was a very wise decision and action that was made on my part.

After my book began to circulate there was even much more intense gossip, rumors, and lies spread about me than there was ever beforehand within and around my old neighborhood that I use to live in.

The jealousy and envy that the people had already felt towards me had skyrocketed to all new heights.

My enemies took their negativity to a whole different level of insanity.

Relatives of mine were absolutely no exception regarding the situation. In fact, they were the ones who had initiated the entire ordeal amongst the majority of these people in the first place.

A lot of envy and jealousy starts within the home, within the family unit.

I grew up living in a household full of drug addicts and alcoholics so I wrote about those circumstances.

Years before I had ever thought about writing or publishing an autobiographical novel my certain relatives were going out into the street speaking abusively about me.

They spread both silly and vicious lies.

I was just a child. What harmful things could I have possibly done? How bad could I have actually been?

These deliberate slanders had come from hardcore drug users who had done every mischievous act that was known to man yet I was the one who was being put on trial.

My family’s fellow degenerate associates had the nerve to take their words/lies as “gospel” then adhered to harass me with their taunts of ill-minded ignorance.

The most ridiculous gossip and rumors were continuously being spread around about me. Things that had actually nothing at all to do with the truth regarding my life.

These people just intensified and perpetuated the contempt and low regard that I had felt prior for them.

I was never fond of their kind/class of people.

I hated them even more. And I considered them even more dim-witted and invaluable than I had ever thought imaginable or deemed possible.

That accurate impression that I have of those degenerates will never leave my mind. They are sick-minded beyond reason.

Problems and insecurities that my relatives themselves indeed had had been conveniently placed onto me through their deceitful tactics.

Insinuating to others that their particular complexes or hang ups were those of mine. Troubles that I within myself struggled with.

They were very manipulative of circumstances and situations. Practitioners at undermining.

I could write a many of books about the treacherousness of my no good family members. They have made attempts to kill me. They have made attempts to get me raped. They have made attempts to make me lose my mind.

All because they and the other people were jealous and envious of my character.

They resent me for my upstanding dignified nature. They resent me for my sharp wit and intelligence. They resent me for the spiritual gifts of second-sight that I possess. And they resent me for being a person who is not afraid and who cannot be influenced, manipulated or controlled.

I am too strong and too confident within the mind.

Even with my ambitious ventures upon the internet there are green eyed perpetrators who are involved with the conspiracy.

Once my first published book hit the market my great grandmother who is now deceased lied and said that my mother had given me the information to create my “fabricated” tale. Which was far from the truth because my mother had no idea as to what I was going to write in detail.

I wrote and created my own novel all by myself without the help of anyone.

In fact, til this day, my mother has never even read my book. She does, however, know what my autobiographical novel was based on.

When I verged onto the internet with my blogs I was criticized by a chosen number of few. Particular foes who had heard of or knew of me.

They insolently made attempts to discredit my knowledge and capabilities by accusing me of presenting inaccurate or false and dangerous misinformation to the world of online viewers.

They did this only because they were liars who were use to intimidating and coercing other people into going along with their program. And because I knew things that they had no knowledge regarding.

That was the way that these people operated and they still do.

They resort to all types of crazy schemes. They prevail doing various kinds of malicious dirt. Their motives are to rise in social stature. Social standings and positions that they do not deserve in life.

They are nothing but crooks with checkered pasts and presents.

I do not speak on what I do not know. I speak on facts through definite experience, communication, and the accurate studies of life.

There are degenerate people in particular who continue to try to discourage me from writing on the internet as of now. My truths about life and what negatively goes on amongst what is kept camouflaged and indirect is too much of a reality check for them.

They desperately and intentionally look out for flaws or incompetence within my works. They hope for the opportunity to poke and pick at what they are so jealous and envious about.

I know that I am not the only person in the world to experience this sick dilemma. The beautiful outcome regarding these circumstances though is that I am in no way whatsoever affected by the nonsense.

It does not bring me down. If anything it elevates me because I am such a positive and level minded person of productivity.

We are all faced with certain situations and circumstances within our lives. The challenge is not to make the best out of them but to take the worst out from them then conquer.

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The Right Career Path

1169981_windowchairNo matter what. And if it is possible. One should endeavor to be satisfied within them self and within their life.

It is very important to never give up on the most passionate desire.

Many people know what they are and/or what they want to become at a very early age.

I definitely knew what I was born to be.

Even if one temporarily loses focus due to whatever circumstance that may come to be their purpose-if truly meant-will eventually find it’s way straight back to them.

Throughout our journey here on earth we go through experiences and are given many opportunities.

It is up to us to make the right decisions and to learn from our certain mistakes.

What I have recognized about myself and within my life is that-if there is something or someone that my heart really is not into-then the situation will not at all turn out for the best.

In spite of any efforts that were made to persuade or to change my mind regarding particular circumstances, I stood firm and unyielding.

I refused to submit to the interference of others.

I was absolutely clear on what I did and did not want within my own life. And I was always correct in my judgment.

I have worked for employers. Holding down positions that were just a waste of my time. That were beneath me. And that were not allowing me to exceed to my fullest potential.

Although I had been recognized and honored at my jobs they did not at all do me any justice.

I knew that I was capable of achieving a whole lot more due to my talent, knowledge, and abilities.

I am extremely independent so I had to work to keep myself occupied.

I made good money-even sometimes working two jobs-to support and to provide for myself the things that I had needed.

I am not the type to sit around to do nothing. I am very constructive and productive.

At the same time, I am not the type to sit around and let my true destination run by pass me.

Not after my purpose had called out to me then stared me in the face.

No way. I am a fighter.

I chase after what I want. Then I take what is mine. I took pleasure in the occupations that I had. However, I was in no way dependent upon any of them.

I could become much more successful in doing what I was made to be, what I was born to do.

I had plenty of jealous and envious people along down the road, striving to hold me back from advancement and success-even still til this day- yet I knew that they would fail. And they did whatsoever.

Life is extremely deeper than what many people can see.

One cannot ultimately stop inevitability. Especially when there lays truth, discovery, and then change.

Perseverance is highly underestimated.

When one is steadfast and determined nothing and no one will be able to stand in their way.

They will prevail. They will succeed in whatever mode for them that is possible. I absolutely know because I am living proof.

Never give up. I did not. I never will. Not on anything that I genuinely believe.

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I Write What I Want To Write

872463-200I believe in the power of freedom. And I believe in the privilege of liberation. I also believe in the importance of self expression.

I am one who has never suffered from fear. The fear to be truly who I am.

Authenticity is a very powerful thing. Especially in a world that is dominated by conventionality.

I take advantage of my originality.

Facing possible ridicule or rejection from anyone or anything in general has never discouraged me from continuing on with being innately different and unique.

I find excitement and much delight in the things that I like even if or when no one else does.

Generality is boring to me.

Some people let certain others influence them. Then dictate to them how they should go about conducting and maintaining their own lives.

I do not.

Never have. Never will. I have my own way of thinking. My own style. My own way of approach. And I have never been afraid to speak my mind.

I-and I only-decide what is and what is not beneficial to or appropriate for me within my own life.

I have always enjoyed the literary craft of writing. One of the most artistic modes of personal and creative expression.

I have the gift of automatic writing.

A natural, energetic talent that has followed me from childhood to adulthood. Words and sentences just flow about in accordance without the use of previous contemplation or strenuous efforts.

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My spontaneous, various thoughts and ideas have a distinct life of their very own.

They are lively and eager-all waiting to be born. Each a reflective production of the mind and of the spirit.

Both active and consistently ready to give birth. Their remnants survive then multiply by the marks that are left in the signature of their celestial prints.

If I dared to compromise my genuine identity. My true inner voice of supernatural magnetism.

I’d only be defying myself. My own grave and special purpose.

I would never downplay or sell myself short to please anyone. I will never change or alternate my writing techniques for any amount of money, weak authoritative power, or shallow misplaced prestige.

What I am surrounded by is not cheap and easy to buy.

It is a spirituality, a force that constantly exudes richness, strength, veneration, and loyalty.

Sustained by foundation.

Tied to what I am honestly of. With the desire to never disown where I come from and what has gotten me here today.

I recognize and treasure all that great beauty.

I’ll never pretend to satisfy or to gain the appreciation of others who do not matter in the least bit to me.

I am led by my connection to the universe.

To share and to spread my accurate knowledge, experiences, analysis, unconventional lifestyle, and perspectives on life, and society.

To indulge in the urges of my constructive passion. The mastering of my arts. The aptitude of my gifts.

And I do not care who does not like or agree with the many forms of my content.

I am a fighter, a survivor, a truth teller.

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True Crime Novels

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I love things that are real. And I like to get down to the truth of any matter. Most of my favorite television programs involve dramas that are based on fact, whether it is the actual dialogues and footage or the reenactments of the true events themselves.

We mostly all love “America’s Most Wanted”. I had watched that show since it first aired back when I was still a child.

I have enjoyed years as I devoted my spare time religiously watching True Crime series such as Forensic Files, The Investigators, Body Of Evidence, Snapped, Dominick Dunne’s Power Privilege And Justice, and certain other attention grasping programs that I cannot remember to name right at this moment.

However, there was a more recent True Crime series called “Final Witness” that had debuted and aired every Wednesday night around 10p.m. this past summer. I hope that ABC television station eventually renews the drama for future seasons to come.

One of my favorite hobbies is reading good books. My number one favorite type of books to read is, of course, True Crime novels. I am particularly fond of the “St Martin’s True Crime Library Series”.

Those books as I have once said before do literally keep one up all night long! I know this from experience. In my opinion, they are so darn good. The content inside of those fact based novels are so shocking, so interesting, so gruesome-and I just love them!

Not only are they entertaining but also informative, educational, and resourceful.

It is always intriguing to take a dive into the tragic and mysterious lives, minds, and experience-as well as the events-of others. Especially if what we are observing is relatable or foreign. It is often incredible and unbelievable the things that can and do go on around and within the world.

Things that we do or do not understand things that are insane. Things that we ourselves would not even imagine making transpire.

Some people are so crazy and bizarre that there is a certain humor to be found within them along with the pity or hatred that one may feel towards them and the acts that they carry out.

There are those who do not have the tolerance or desire to read the gory details that hold my attention in my hand picked favorite True Crime novels. The pages are nothing different from the dangers, violence, and negativity that are being written all among us every second, minute, hour, week, month or year during our critical times.

It is just actually what is and nothing to be oblivious of. In fact, many of us need to continue to stay up to date.

There is no doubt that we all cannot believe everything that we hear on the news and by word of mouth, that we see on the television broadcast, or what we read in some books. However, we can use our good judgment to discern, analyze, distinguish then further learn and investigate.

 

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In A Day Dream

 

When we visualize our innermost deepest thoughts and desires with storyline we create a fantasy, a fantasy that many would consider to be unattainable. Which is why some of us tend to embellish what we know or think is beyond our reach.

Reality often confirms the impossibilities of bringing a fantasy into reality.

“That will never happen for me”, “it would be too good to be true”, some individuals relate to themselves.

Yet if you thoroughly analyze the situation, is it really that far fetched to have the highly elaborated details of ones fanciful come to life?

Could what we sometimes imagine actually translate into signs and clues as to what we are suppose to actually have? Leading the way to fateful pursuits that may eventually get us there?

I do believe so-because fate is also what one makes it. An individual is not always limited to what they are born into and are able to create their own fate as long as it corresponds with the alignment of the universe.

The circumstance is no different than someone overcoming a negative childhood to become one of the greatest success stories in their adulthood.

An earnest desire followed by distinct visualization can inadvertently draw up the patterns that result into reality.

Just like the ole saying “be careful what you wish for ’cause you just may get it”!

I have visualized and received. Nothing that has brought me great wealth yet I have experienced the extraordinary.

Sometimes what one needs is not precisely what one wants at that specific time. As periods of life go by stripping away what is paltry, we learn that the things that we may have wanted we really do not need.

 

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The Art Of Talent

 

Energy is a great motivator when it comes to achievement. When we set a goal it is usually brought on by desire an intense desire that causes us to be inspired.

Creativity stimulates the mind to express the designs that come out through ones talent.

There are all types of ability that many individuals possess. Writing is one of mine. It is my passion, an uncontrollable urge that I cannot stop once I get started. And my writing is automatic.

When you take great delight in something that you do whatever the pursuit may be, it becomes less of a chore and more of a sport.

Writing to me is fun, relaxing, and constructive all at the same time. I don’t ever have to plan ahead or contemplate subjects to compose. Ideas and input come frequently and spontaneously.

We are given gifts for a reason and our talents are to be used for ourselves and to the best of our ability.

As we grow we enhance. And when we explore we discover, and sometimes change.

Art is a reflection and expression of what we see, live, learn and know. Vision makes the art come alive through provoking the imagination. Vision lets the skill decide how to describe what is conceived. And aptitude brings the final result out into existence.

True talent is indeed an art. And an art that is to be mastered through gratified consistency.

 

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My Ambition

I am and have always been very ambitious. I have an uncontrollable fire that burns intensely inside of me.

I am full of reasonable optimism but far from naive. I do believe that anything is “possible” and nobody knows that better than me as I have experienced the “incredible”.

When you have true faith and are open to new ideas and unconventionality there is no limit to what one can achieve. And as a spiritual person with experience and perseverance I can attest to that.

My bubbly nature (high-spirited attitude) has allowed me to approach life with excitement. A great enthusiasm to conquer whatever may stand in my way, to challenge myself, to discover and explore, to expand and create, to be all that I can be and accomplish.

I love powerful “momentous” things that provoke change and stimulate improvement. I like to analyze and exchange ideas/perspectives, and thoroughly evaluate circumstances.

I am in connection with the universe and just have that continuous zest.

My spiritual nature undoubtedly accounts for most of my inspiration and motivation as “energy” is a positive generator of productive activity.

Sometimes our spirit leads us into opportunities and destinations before we ourselves become fully aware of what we are suppose to do or where we are suppose to go (and be).

The most vital things in life are to love and respect yourself, to be true to yourself. To believe in yourself and to not sell yourself short by not at least endeavoring to make the great efforts of attaining a well deserved and fulfilling goal.

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