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LaToya-The Writer, The Clairvoyant/Medium (A Caulbearer’s Journey) by LaToya Lawrence

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Jesus Christ died to save the world from sin and he also died to make the Kingdom of God available to his beloved children so that we would no longer be separated from our heavenly father again.

If you sincerely believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross, was buried then resurrected three days later-and surrender your life to him you will be saved.

All of us have sinned and fall short of God’s glory. There is no one who is righteous, not even one. Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin, and in this way death came to all men, because all sinned.

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

 If you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”

For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” -Romans 3: 10, 3: 23, 5: 8, 5: 12, 6: 23, 10: 9-10

If you have received Jesus Christ as your Savior, as a Christian you should  constantly pray and talk to God everyday all through out the day, read the bible consistently and get familiar with God’s word to get to know him better and to know how to live according to his will.

The Holy Spirit that dwells within you to help, comfort and teach will enable you to become aligned to the plan of our heavenly father so let Jesus who now lives within you take the lead.

If you’ve never been baptized get baptized, find a church to worship at and have fellowship with other Christians who adhere to the true authority of what is preached from the bible.

Now that you are in the family of God/Jesus go and tell others about the good news of the gospel! –Sincerely 

 LaToya Lawrence

 God’s Love

 

A Nonsexual Caulbearer In A Sexual And Sexist World

I am a person born of the caul who happens to be asexual and that has been disturbing to individuals who are twisted. I just unfortunately in the past had lived and grown up in a neighborhood full of sick and low-minded people in which I was far set apart from within mind and character.

Luckily, I was always able to branch out and come across and meet those of a higher vibration and of versatile range that I could relate to and appreciate all throughout my life as I went different places unbeknownst to the assholes who remained amongst the fellow likes of themselves and who couldn’t go no further.

There were men who’s sisters, nieces and daughters had got hurt or dogged out by men and there was nothing to talk about when it came to me.

What was so special about LaToya? Why didn’t she get caught up out there?

This is the absurd way in which these degenerate people thought and we have people like this and who generate within this fashion all over the place.

So these neighborhood people had for years endeavored to calculate an unnatural situation through the use of deceptive black magic along with lies to create a facade of camouflaging negativity toward my life that would coincide with and shadow up the celestial light of my true destiny and fate.

They tried to bring me into their darkness and cover me within a glue of a paint so ugly and stagnant in color. A substance of demonic craft they didn’t ensure for me to vehemently peel away from.

I think at one time adversaries were spreading and also wanted me to believe that I was a whore with diseases, a prostitute, and other off the wall things, I don’t know for sure if I was suppose to be a drug addict too, and I also think that because I wasn’t fazed by this nonsense I was supposed to be either crazy or putting up a front because their conspiracy of fabrications was supposed to be my ultimate truths even though they all knew what they were doing.

They wanted me to appear lower than what they were so everything they had done within their lives they put on me to make themselves feel better and they intended for their lies to follow me for the rest of my life in payback for me not having been in the same category as them as they perceived me as to think that I was better than them.

In spite of all the dirt these people have directed toward me it has not killed my spirit or brought me down.

The words bitch and whore don’t faze me. I’ve never been intimidated or affected by utterances intended to bring down a woman’s confidence or self-esteem. If anything, I was further liberated and elevated in discerning that I was at a higher level of knowledge and spiritual consciousness.

I don’t know how much this would resonate with other Caulbearer’s who had to go through shit or just others who stood out for whatever reasons but when it came to a man and sex people around my old neighborhood really yearned for me to get swallowed up in the same holes they had gotten trapped into.

My father’s sister told my father years ago that “I was too hard for a girl”.

“Really?” I had thought to myself. I didn’t know that as a female I was supposed to be weak or defined as what society projected an acceptable or proper female out to be. All I knew is how to be my true self and I wasn’t changing that for anyone or to meet anyone’s bias standards.

No one can dictate to me how I should be or not be as a genuine female within my own distinct mode of character.

One thing in which really struck me as quite odd and ridiculous is among the particular gutter-rats and certain people on a low-level within mentality and intellect where I grew up around who for some outrageous reason erroneously took for granted and automatically expected me to have had an interest in men, an attraction, or sexual desire, just because most people were wired or designed, or came out to be this way, whereas I never did, never was, and never will, and it came to be an actual subject of silly gossip and idle debate.

Of course, when we’re not like everyone else and don’t exude the same type of behavior as the majority or as average it gets noticed and talked about.

Others who aren’t thoroughly acquainted with us (even those who may have been around us for years) enough make quick assumptions or generalizations about our character taking into presumption that we must have the same needs, wants, mindsets, emotions, shortcomings and/or etc… And these drawn up conclusions are not always the case within many people’s nature and everday lifestyles.

I’ve been told personally by certain others that I’m very unique and that there’s no one out there who is like me. Though I do know there are a variety of distinct individuals within existence who differ greatly as this is a huge world in which we all live in, but for the most part, these people were just acknowledging to me that I was a rare person from their own observation and perception.

A distant relative of mine had even stated to my mother that it wasn’t normal for me to not have any nature (sexual appetite). I strongly disagreed because to me it is not about what is so called normal but it is about what serves as being healthy to one and within one’s own nature and life. The way I am is indeed normal to me, however, to each his or her own.

Why was the fact that I and my vagina didn’t need or want the undesirable pounding of a penis or the attention of any man so interesting and prone to circulating?

So spread out and disappointing to the point where it created hostility and denial on the part of those who for jealous reasons of their own preferred that I innately share the same tendencies and susceptibilities as they did?

I was born with my own individual attributes.

No man can do anything for me mentally or physically and I don’t express this to be harsh but I have to convey because it is the absolute truth. It is important for one to not repress who they really are on account of other people’s judgments due to a lack of knowledge in specific areas on their part.

It is very unhealthy for one to do so.

I don’t know why sex is so important and significant to these people. I don’t understand why they believed or hoped that if I indulged in the sexual act or had a man attempt to degrade me with nonsense talk equivalent to a mediocre mindset in regard to false sexual encounters or the delusion of what they believed to be would actually have any bearing or reflection on me as they gambled so hard on the outcome and for it to follow me within my life as if it was something legitimate.

It’s also sad how sex sells and how sex is promoted the way that it is when in my opinion intercourse itself actually means nothing. I have written many articles and quite a few were editors picks in online publishing and magazines yet it was the article that I wrote about being Asexual that prompted a few publishers to contact me for permission to display them as they thought the write up was “powerful” and beneficial.

I didn’t mind at all it’s just out of all the things I have written about it’s the one regarding not having any interest in sex or men that catches the most attention?

Society is too sex crazed that it clouds their judgment when it comes to those who have no true interest in sexual matters.

 

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.

Into Enlightenment

Too Deep Into It, Get A Life

Perpetrator who harassed me: (sheremiahhenderson5611
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Our gifts are for ourselves and nothing or no one can take them away Its up to us how we choose to use our abilities no one answers for our own deeds but us. -miss latoya

Some people resort to going to read their dictionary after conversing with me because half the time they don’t know or understand what the fuck I’m saying.

I don’t have to explain shit to anybody.

Nevertheless, I have a strong connection to the universe that uses me as a vehicle to exercise my celestial energy through my natural talent to write.

And even though we all are unique within our own I’m very sure out of the millions and billions of bloggers or writers there have got to be a few that have a similar mode of celestial literary universal correlation within energy.

I speak the truth, I do not speak out of spite or insignificance, I am moved by spirit. I don’t claim to know everything, however, I do know a lot, and I do know what I be talking about when I speak on what I know through intelligence, second-sight, or from my own legitimate experiences.

Its interesting to me when undesirables accuse me of being negative just because what I express is not something in which they want to hear or admit to even though the validity of what I speak of is a well-known reality within life itself that I keenly discern.

It is so funny as I am one of the most positive human beings on the planet I can’t help that honesty isn’t always pretty and I don’t apologize for it.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with disagreement from having a contrasting viewpoint or perspective yet to lash out on account of not being able to accept and handle the truth through insecurity, distress, or resentment will not affect or reflect upon me so prior obvious attempts have really been fruitless.

Then, as a result, to use deceptive manipulative tactics in an effort to undermine me and to purposely distort my spiritually guided extramundane basis.

To talk about or emphasize within things in specific does not mean that one is bothered or vexed by their own subject matter very intelligent people tend to observe and analyze as we are deep thinkers who invent and create solutions. We don’t harbor the average mindset.

We are revolutionary and have cosmic influence.

The revelations of genuine enlightenment is not defined by an inspired mission to raise everybody up from the shadows of the darkness to momentously develop them into the light.

Enlightenment is a individual sagacity of one’s own personal “consciousness”, of self, and journey, along with the propensity to wipe out the shadows that lurk within the darkness to intangibly flourish brighter within the light.

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.

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!

 

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.

 

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!”

 

Ominous Dictation?

flowerbagAs usual there are the certain types of degenerates that keep tabs on me spiritually and also physically they cannot help it as they are sick, demented and demonic.

They do not have a life as their intentions are to stop me within any of my natural and positive endeavors, particularly right now it is regarding my subject matter in which I write.

It started very lightly here and there about a few days ago and then again yesterday. It is nothing really strong or overwhelming within feeling, just my energy letting me know what my foes are trying to put inside my head (thoughts).

I am very sensitive spiritually so can I pick up on even the most slightest of vibrations, anyhow, they were warning me to stop writing about the supernatural aspects that have and that are currently going on within my life my knowledge and experiences with black magic, being born of the caul, and so on because If I do not slow down people are going to believe and/or think that I am crazy.

These assholes feel that I have gone too far and am getting carried away with my information.

There are other people out there with particular gifts and other people out there going through or who have gone through bouts with black magic and witchcraft besides me.

Well, number one, If people were to think that I was actually crazy for writing about subject matter that may seem impossible, unusual (bizarre) and/or beyond reason etc… Then why are my foes concerned about it?

That should be right up their alley as they have for so many years wanted to literally drive me crazy though their evil and numerous forms of witchcraft and black magic. In reality, people normally try to discredit those who are very smart or who “know too much” regarding specific things to make them to appear crazy.

And as a person born with legitimate preternatural ability and with “plenty of sense” I have already questioned my own sanity in the past which makes me definitely not insane. I have a very strong mind and I know better and frankly I honestly never have cared in the least about what anyone ever thought of me good or bad.

Fear is usually the culprit a lot of people are actually afraid to speak upon certain issues that they feel, believe and/or know that goes on. I mention things that many keep quiet about. And I am not knocking anyone for their reasons of silence but I do not scare easily I have no fear of self-expression and repercussion.

When one speaks from truth and genuine experience they are able to consistently stand firm and back up all of their statements or intentions.

Like I said my foes just want to prevent me from doing what I want and like to do, however, I refuse to stop being myself and conducting my livelihood.

If there were any logical reason for me to stop writing publicly it should be due to the fact of those (one person I definitely know of) who come to my site to steal my knowledge, experience and creativity to pass it off as their very own because they are not ingenious enough and real enough to come up with their own ideas.

All of my writings belong to me and originality and uniqueness shows therefore no one on the mark will be fooled about what is recognized through and designed by me my signature will always stand strong.

It is nothing different than what they had tried a few years ago spiritually attempting to make me “fear” to write, and not only did they grant me their warning yesterday they were even trying to work ineffective spells to “weaken me”.

They want me to have some emotion and be scary, timid and able to be hurt by what they say and do. It is very interesting how important I am to them and how much I really matter, see they do not even realize the depths of what they show.

 

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.)

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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/

 

Devious Contemplation

chantI often get spiritual messages upon waking up in the morning insights and pieces of puzzles that are going on around me and behind the scenes.

Today was no different it came to me very clearly that there are a gathering of people in particular who can literally see that I am going somewhere within my life and since they know that they themselves are not going anywhere at all they are banding together in prayer and/or deep meditation in an attempt to spiritually bind me up to make sure that I definitely do not go anywhere further at all in life also.

Dear Miss LaToya

Doesn’t Something Smell Rather Fishy Here?

I wouldn’t trust neither one of them. I bet any amount of money that they are both in cahoots with one another!

(They want me to post this so that they can start some crap. Let’s see if it works! ha, ha, ha,)

Originally I wasn’t going to post this obvious “set up” ,however, spirit is guiding me to, spirit has a lesson to teach them all.

Misery Sure Loves Company, Don’t They?!

crystal ballTo misslatoya
Nov 28 at 11:11 PM
Name: Ellen stone
Email: ellenstone56@gmail.com
Website:
Comment: While I was trying to find out whatever happened to shannon,I came upon your blog,you are completely spot on,she is a fraud.Even her name is bogus.She didn’t even know what a caul was until we met.Her book,Dover Graye,is based on MY childhood experiences.Imagine,my feelings of betrayal upon reading that book,well after she fled the area.I’ve wanted to confront her on her lies and plagiarism,but couldn’t find her,until now.And to see she is still not being true,even to herself.She has traveled from one coast to the other,just ahead of the reckoning.It will catch up with her,we need do nothing.

Time: November 28, 2015 at 11:10 pm

IP Address: 71.169.133.152

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ellenstone
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Even shannon’ s name is a lie,as I knew her in Vermont.She didn’t even know what a caul was until we became acquainted.Much of the information in her Dover Graye book comes from MY childhood experiences.Imagine my sense of betrayal when I first read these words.You completely pegged her.

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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.

Visit My Voice Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

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.

Visit My Voice Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

The Advantages Of Blogging

36778_flowersI love to write. I am a natural born writer. I have been writing ever since I was a child.

I had the opportunity to get a book published by a mainstream publishing company when I was about ten or eleven years of age.

Since then, I actually have gotten two books self published.

I have been a blogger on the internet now for seven years straight. I first started on a site called Blogsource but they had eventually shut down.

So I moved on and found an even better platform at WordPress.

All writers need a solid place to express themselves and to release their talents. Building a foundation is essential. Once established, one endeavors to find sustainment.

Whether they want to maintain a specific literary venture, a creative practice of their skills, an experimentation, or so on.

My writing calls out to me. It is automatic. It is spiritual as well as occupational.

Aside from the natural desire to write as a hobby and as a career, there are the obligations that will sometimes occur.

The binds of censorship.

We are not always at liberation to convey our views, discoveries, or messages just anywhere.

It is very nice to be able to get paid a little or a lot of money by doing something that one loves to do if the investment of time is well worth the effort.

There are plenty of individuals who find what they do so rewarding within itself that they are not really too concerned in earning such a large sum of money for their accomplishments.

It is not always about the money with all people. It is more about the satisfaction of personal achievement and fulfillment. To gain even further through earning a significant figure just adds to the venture being absolutely grand.

In my judgment, and also as a fact, one can go quite far pursuing their writing aspirations on the internet.

Now exactly what route that one should take is absolutely up to the individual person because what will work out for one will not necessarily take at hold for another.

These many particular write to get paid websites on the internet are a very constructive and productive mode of sharing and promoting our literature.

The only downfall is that all writing sites that claim to pay are not always effective.

When one has found one to best suit their need that is a great and beneficial advantage.

Another possible drawback is how much leeway a site may give in regard to the particular content submitted from a member.

Some write to get paid sites are lenient while others are quite strict with their rules.

Most of the time these certain guidelines and restrictions cater to the quality of the website. And that is fair and understandable. However, some are just not worth the inconvenience.

That is why I continue to love ordinary blogging.

On a personal blog one is totally free to self express without limitations, except for extremely obscene or vulgar content.

I often write subjects that are written in a controversial manner-yet I do know how to curb and moderate the things that I put out into the open when it is appropriate professionally.

There are instances when we have to make allowances.

I am blunt. Very candid. I do not hold back on anything. Well, mostly anything depending on what I am motivated by.

I do not entirely let out everything within my words of wisdom and insight. Every single acknowledgement is not meant to be shared or told. A lot of statements are just better left unsaid.

Nevertheless, I speak the truth and I do not care who does not like it.

Visit My Voice Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

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.

Visit My Voice Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

Automatic Writing

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Writing is just one of my many talents, a gift that inspires me to create, an energy that supplies me with knowledge, a vehicle that allows me to express the truth.

It is one thing to think about what materializes upon the mind and another thing to write it down on a piece of paper or to type it up on a computer.

However, what about when the material that is contemplated inside of the mind decides to write you?

Well, this is the fantastic story of my life.

A life that leads me into the things that I mysteriously conjure, into the things that I see, feel, hear, taste, touch, smell, and know, it is the supernatural.

For many writing is a magical experience.

The way the hand and mind take control beyond what seems imaginable. Steady flowing with various streams of topics, information, structure, detail and styles.

I learned a very long time ago that my writings were more than just words and sentences. They were premonitions. Omens, warnings, messages, communications, modes of conjure, expressions of power an essence of my life.

When spirit leads me to write it is never in vain.

Even if others do not comprehend what I write or if what I write does not make any sense to them.

My writing is not essentially for the approval and acknowledgement of other people.

It is for the essential benefit of my purpose.

Mental and spiritual instruments to guide, teach, lead and advance with here on my journey.

As I connect to the universe on many spiritual levels I am a combination of the different things that are all wrapped up into one.

Nevertheless, being a writer is one major part of who I am.

Not by choice but by nature. And I will always continue to do what comes fluent and naturally to me.

 

 

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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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