It Doesn’t Pay To Do Dirt

I was told a long time ago that I’m supposed to have the things that I want.

All through out my life I indeed have usually gotten what I wanted most of the time just by the act of wishing or thinking about something.

My desires didn’t even have to be intensely felt in order for me to receive them they just had to be sincere.

I was given what I wanted either swiftly or at an appropriate later time.

Everything is still the same for me till this very day no matter how old I get. I still have that special luck and blessings, that part in which came along with me being born with a caul.

I never asked for much and I never took anything for granted. These gestures have been touching and of deep contemplation to my sincerest regard. The energy within the universe has been kind, caring and generous toward me.

The connection and the protection from my ancestors has been phenomenal. The solicitous attention from my orishas has been noteworthy.

Even while all through out my life certain individuals have tried to interfere and delay my opportunities and prospects because they were discontent with how things always worked out for certain family members and I.

We utilized our talents and knowledge as we were ambitious and independent whereas those who were envious and jealous couldn’t.

Nevertheless, we kept on going. And as we continued to persevere we consistently had spiritual back up clearing our pathways and heading us within even better, and more inspiring directions.

The road wasn’t always smooth, however, during the intermittent bumps we were hit with intangible advantages.

One’s patience can wear out yet I learned that the endurance is necessary sometimes to work out all of the specific kinks.

People don’t realize the depth of how they’re killing themselves within the process of trying to hinder someone else.

They know far down inside they will pay the consequences but the severity gets harsher with each unsavory action done among them toward us and toward others.

When they transition and reach the lower depths of hell they’ll have to face the reality they’re trying to escape through their current delusions.

People shouldn’t go around messing with people of spirit and people of a decent nature there is no escape when what they’ve sown comes to ruthlessly fetch.

 

 

 

 

Were You Born With A Caul? My Words Misinterpreted

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In reply to Yvette Marie.

A person born with a caul inherently has special traits and faculty that average individuals don’t have.

Aside from being paranormally endowed, there are distinguishing characteristics and ways of thinking, and viewing things. Our knowledge and discernment range beyond the scope of what is ordinary due to the natural link and connection that we have to the otherworldly in which cannot be denied.

Our inborn tendencies and propensities are to see, feel, hear, smell, and taste at an extraordinary level, without the actual physical use of our eyes, touch, ears, nose and mouth.

It is a heightening of the senses whereas we see, feel, hear, smell, taste, and also “know” (the sixth sense) through our mind’s eye ( the third eye).

Only one born of the caul and with this special capacity would understand the depth of the experience, as the experience is who we inevitably are.

We are just people born with paranormal ability, we are precognitive, clairvoyant, telepathic souls who are gifted with different forms of second-sight whether in combination, or at separate aspects of supernatural endowment.

Your question is were you born with a caul? One cannot be born with genuine psychic or clairvoyant power without it. The caul over the face denotes one is born with psychic abilities.

One can have spiritual encounters and experiences without being born with a caul, one doesn’t have to be psychic or clairvoyant to actually see an apparition or to receive a significant divine message in relation to some life event once in a while.

However, true caul birth identification pertains to individuals who experience preternatural tendency and propensity daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly, as it is a part of one’s day to day life, and at intervals, depending on the individual person.

We are highly intuitive people who are deeply connected to the universe and we are highly receptive to the certain energies and vibrations that we pick up from people, things, and the environment.

As far as keeping one being born with a caul a secret. These are personal choices that result from the mentality or rationality of those who for reasons of their own consider the issue taboo or not for everybody.

In life in general, we can’t or shouldn’t discuss particular things with just anybody. We’re all people varying within different genre’s, and so on.

Psychic ability has always been realized and sort out by those who believed and who seeked their fortunes to be read or who wanted rituals cast. Nevertheless, the lives of those possessing powers of second-sight or of the occult are often put in danger or indifference.

A man at a Botanica store once told me to keep my mouth shut about being born with a caul because of the things that I knew and encountered, and the reactions that could be brought on by specific ignorant, or unscrupulous people toward me.

Yet if we all did keep our mouths totally shut how would those of us who are truly born with these gifts and that need assistance or further insight into knowing and understanding that their existence, purpose, and experience is legitimate, and necessary?

We don’t learn, develop, and grow by repressing who we are on account of the lack of awareness, or the lack of scruples of others.

People like us become teachers, writers, artists, film producers, entrepreneurs, health enthusiasts, advocates, researchers, physicians, psychologists, and etc…

Our circumstance is a part of the reality of life whether others believe or not, and whether they approve or not.

We’re not crazy or complicated we’re very canny and constructive.

So to answer your question Yvette, you should know whether or not you were born with a caul. If you truly were you wouldn’t need validation from anyone. The truth always comes to the light and spirit reveals through inner voice of spirit.

And a little side note: A lot of spiritual advisors that seem to have psychic ability and who may read professionally were not necessarily born with cauls. They are able to foretell and conduct spells under the ceremonial sacrificing of animals during invocations in the mountains or at temples.

Those born of true powers of the occult don’t have to indulge within any ceremony or incantation, they have their faculties naturally, and work through the universe and through rituals generated by their own pure energy. –latoya lawrence

I explain here more in depth about the caul:

The Purpose Of The Caul

Child Of The Caul

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	mademoiselleyvettemarie

Thank you so much for responding. Yes there is so much more to me than I mentioned. I dont fit in any catagory. Never had true friends. I have been taken advantage by being helpful in any way I could knowing I was being used. I hate going into public knowing what people are thinking. I help rescue foster and hospice dogs. What’s crazy about that is they communicate with telepathically. I have had so many experiences with good and evil entities. I an an do cast away evil ones. I can even control weather. Sometimes I scare myself and half to keep my anger in check. I will read your book. I need to understand myself. I tell myself it’s just coincidental but it isn’t. I am truly sorry to take up so much of your time and again thank you. Sincerely Yvette Marie
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In reply to mademoiselleyvettemarie.

Just to clarify, I didn’t say myself that you were actually born with a caul because I didn’t get that vibe from you.

When I wrote and answered your comment I spoke in general.

I said you would know if you were truly born with a caul and wouldn’t need validation from anyone.

Mental, Emotional, And Spiritual Breakdown

Everyone who has had a breakdown of some sort is not weak, crazy, or dangerously unstable.

A breakdown is spiritual within many instances. A Yoruba priestess even acknowledged this fact to me years ago. I know firsthand as my own mother was a victim of brujeria in the early 1980’s.

I was even targeted. My aunt tried to flip me out when I was eighteen years of age by putting the hallucinogenic drug mescaline into a hot pot of black eyed peas that I had cooking over the stove.

People often use recreational “trip” drugs to increase the chance or enhance the effect of mental and chemical alterations of the brain while also performing the negative spiritual influences within black magic/voodoo/witchcraft.

My aunt went a step further in her malicious attempt by also putting tainted hiv fluids inside my food. Anyone educated would know the disease would not survive within the air and within a pot of scalding hot water.

Nevertheless, I didn’t lose my head or have a breakdown, my mind was too strong with faculty and awareness, and I didn’t, of course, become infected with aids either.

I was young, innocent, and very spiritually inclined, so divine intervention took over and protected me.

My aunt Tina (Ernestine Lawrence) has been hiv positive since the 1980’s due to intravenous drug use and promiscuous behavior from the 1970’s on up and instead of using her limited time to spend changing her life around for the better, she continued to do tons of constant dirt. She and other envious and jealous ruthless dummies, whores, drug addicts, and degenerates attacked me and other family for decades.

They’ve in addition done it to others, however, when they came after my mother and I, they messed with the wrong individuals. We are people of the light and they are people of the darkness. My ancestors and orishas were ready for them all, and the universe was recording and keeping record of every notorious deed in which was repeatedly done toward us.

Tina had poisoned food of my mother’s years ago too while neighbors were working black magic/voodoo/witchcraft against her.

My grandfather was driven to mental affliction before he was killed and found dead in the Hudson river.

My aunt Charise was drugged and raped which caused her to be afflicted with mental illness.

My grandfather, mother, younger aunt, and I were targeted for manipulative breakdowns because we were all very smart, strong, and fighters who could literally kick ass if needed be. We weren’t the type to back down or be bullied by anyone, and we were all good upstanding people.

The intent for causing mental, emotional, and spiritual breakdowns are to weaken one, to render them as incredible, and to lower their self esteem and spirit.

Certain evildoers want those of us who have knowledge in which threaten their unscrupulous ways either dead or labeled as crazy.

 

 

 

Seeing Into The Future

Supernatural power is no joke and it cannot be learned or gathered through online information.

Everything I speak about on all of my blogs and literature comes straight from the source, me. As a person born of the caul and second-sight/extra sensory perception I don’t need to search for outside information to know who I am or what It means to be spiritually inclined.

My existence itself is the true explanation.

We who have wisdom learn from ourselves and others alike through firsthand experience the most important aspect in which to gain legitimate knowledge from.

We know what is bullshit and what is not as we have the third eye, our highly developed sense of intuition, our mind’s eye, to look deep into view to connect with and to recognize the intangible vibrations within our own inner voice of spirit and the energy around us.

Those of us who genuinely have the ability to delve into the unknown and to call it forth, absolutely can attest to such real and momentous occurrence.

Our encounters are distinct within one another yet we all share a common thread.

We see visions while we’re awake, and we dream about situations while we are asleep.

Our scenes playback only to come true time and time again.

Whenever I’d dream a specific happening  over and over again it meant the augury was a “definite” event to “surely” come to be.

I’ve learned this revelation from my very own personal experience, however, another’s certainty of a forecast may differ within style or mode.

We don’t only see into the present, past, and future. We in addition hear, know, and feel what is going on, what may have went on, as well as what will be.

We even taste and smell elemental clues to pieces of vital information in which help to clarify things we’re kept aware about.

We don’t have these gifts to “save” the world.

We have these gifts to brings us closer into truth and enlightenment, to be a genuine source of help to certain others, and for our own individual maintenance against the negativity and dark forces of the world.

Our gifts mean quite a few things to the highly “in tune”.

We also have these gifts (for those of us of the light) to prepare us and get us ready to go to the right place once we make our transition if we’re listening and heeding to the warnings and the messages.

It is so obvious to me how these preternatural gifts of ours show of what power resides within the universe and within creation unto which solidifies the faith in what we know to exist.

Outside The Ordinary Senses

Does your head race?

My mind use to race constantly and at an intense pace.

The strong and rapid flow of random thoughts and visions without relief will seem to drive one crazy. It has ran some people into a state of confusion and upset from not understanding why and what they are experiencing and the nature of the cause.

It can be frustrating and annoying when we are unable to get repetitive preoccupations and assorted visual scenes out of our mind. No matter what we’re doing or where we’re at these distractions totally engross our concentration without our permission.

There is absolutely nothing we can do about this but learn to live with it.

Some people unfortunately resort to drugs and/or alcohol to drown out the stream of extra sensory indicative representations  while others take medication in order to repress the unidentified or tormenting encounters.

I’ve handled the condition as best I could and just analyzed and learned from the situation and fashions in which the faculty operates.

Throughout the years the racing has not stopped It eased up to where I could adjust to it at a tolerable level after developing an understanding and sense of balance within the absorption of specific paranormal messaging and communications attributed over time.

The explanation is in connection to celestial tiding as it is the nature and part of the state of being to those of us inclined.

Everything I’ve picked up within the thought process, aside from dreams, visions, telepathy, empathy and other means of clairvoyance, has served to be very accurate and very legitimate therefore it is a vital and resourceful part of my life which comes in handy when it is the most important.

 

ESP In The Family Tree/Extra Sensory Perception

I had conversed over the phone once in a while with Simmie (my father) from a teenager up to my early adulthood, not frequently, but like I said once in a while and we talked good with one another whenever we did communicate.

However, I was never interested in developing a relationship with him. There were just some things I was curious about on his side of the family in regards to nationality and background.

I had found out he was part Native American as well as the rest of his family having a lot of Native American ancestry along with some European bloodline just as like there was both the same on my mother’s side of the family.

I had also found out through one of my father’s aunts that their mother, which was my father’s grandmother, had Extra Sensory Perception, and It was later confirmed by another one of his aunts along with Simmie’s sister. It was said that she was a wise woman and that no one could do anything without her knowing about it.

So there was the gift of ESP on both my mother and father’s side. This is why I have my clairvoyance so strongly and by my Native American ancestry which consists of Blackfoot and Cherokee on my mother’s side and Cherokee on my father’s side I inherited a strong gift of innate spirituality that is combined with my african roots.

I am African-American genetically dressed in  multiple ethnical flavors of culture as a decorated adornment of my soul/spirit.

When I went down to Barnwell, South Carolina to meet the rest of Simmie’s family in person in the year 2001, aside from the others who lived in Queens, New York who I had already became acquainted with and the one’s I had a few times spoken over the phone to, I had gotten into a discussion with “Kookie”, Simmie’s sister.

My mother swears out this woman was not the same so called Kookie who’s real name is Dorothy that came to visit us back in the early 1980’s when I was about seven or eight years old. I remember the woman coming to the house with her husband but I don’t remember what she looked like as I was half asleep when she came.

But this ugly toad/frog looking thing was not the same sister of Simmie’s that came to our home back then my mother insists and I know she believes what she says so if this is indeed true either this woman’s appearance changed drastically or she was impersonating another family member by covering up some deep dark secret.

Nevertheless, I wasn’t too warm or accepting toward Simmie’s family as they weren’t my class of people yet Kookie interpreted my coldness as “being afraid to love”.

“You’re afraid to love”, Kookie had told me. We want you to love us the same way that we love you”.

These people didn’t even know me personally or at all to genuinely have any true feelings for me and neither did I for them and I could never love someone just because they had some type of family relation.

Love is something that has to come naturally and I have never loved easily as I haven’t met any beings, aside from the pet puppies and canines that I had, who incited that kind of strong feeling within me.

The truth of it all in which I kept quiet about in regard to Kookie was that to me she was nothing to love. She didn’t appeal to me in anyway whatsoever and neither did any of her family. All Kookie proved to be was trouble and other people eventually found that out about her too. She had too many skeletons in her closet in which she couldn’t deal with and she placed her insecurities onto others. That is why Kookie became so religious, to hide behind the church and to escape the life of regret she once lived.

Most of the people in the church are some of the worst ones out there if you ask me.

Simmie’s family weren’t shit, nothing but trash, and I had interpreted this revelation as a child when I first met my father. I knew if he was trash his family had to be also but I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. All they did was prove me right though.

One of Simmie’s aunts by the name of Emily had took one hundred dollars of mine in which I had sent down to Barnwell, South Carolina years prior and never repaid me as she had promised. I told her I knew Simmie would not reimburse her for the money but even though she insisted that she would return my money back to me herself.

When the time came Emily refused to pay me back and lied about saying that she was going to. I told her that she was a ” Dirty Bitch”. And Emily and Kookie had the nerve to hold my words against me claiming I hurt and disrespected them as being elders.

Elders who are unscrupulous don’t deserve and will not get any respect from me. And what does age have to do with anything? One being older gives them the authority to get away with lying and doing dirt toward someone who is younger?

Bullshit!

I got my money back when I went down there, though. The money Kookie handed out to me all added up to the one hundred I had sent down there. So I felt it was Kookie’s way of making right of the wrong for her aunt and the work of the universe handling out the situation within a fashion in which I recognized had turned out within my favor.

In spite of that fact, I am in no way declaring every single member of Simmie’s family out to be alike or judging them entirely to be the same, I know there are certain relatives in specific of his that are exceptions to what the others exhibit.

I of all people know that just because you have a few assholes within the family does not cause or classify the whole tree to be rotten.

 

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 whose 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.

 

Brujeria/Signed And Sealed Back To The Senders Through The Powers Of The Universe

I’ve never mentioned this in any of my writings, however, during the time brujeria was done on me during my adulthood (because it was also done during my early childhood by my great grandmother against my mother and I with certain other people taking part) along with animal sacrifice there was a burial of objects at a cemetery in attempts to cause my death.

Spirit imparted to me: What they buried will come to bury them as the grave they made for you they all will lay in.

In due time, no matter how long or how fast or how in between, the universe will come to collect.

 

Blocked Witchcraft Attempt

"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

As a child I wasn’t sheltered. I’d seen and heard a lot and encountered numerous types of people and situations while at the same time not being negatively influenced within my own behavior by incorporating undesirable habits or lifestyle choices, yet informed, as I had a mind of my own.

I had firsthand experience without having to personally indulge in order to know and since I was spiritually inclined I was able to clearly discern things that were hidden under the surface and I definitely knew what appealed to me and what turned me off and what I wanted to avoid as I grew up in life.

One of my strongest points is my excellent communication skills and comprehension. What I lack though is a sympathetic nature toward people and the world in general. I do love the hell out of puppies and dogs, though, they just steal my heart…

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Brujeria

"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

Lizette Roubert

My experiences with brujeria:

With all of the personal information that I have on this subject I could write a book about it. I spoke to a lady over the phone about six or seven years ago who was suppose to be a psychic. I mentioned the word “brujeria”.

“Are you Puerto Rican?” she asked me. I said “no”

“Well then how do you know about brujeria?” she said.

Then I went on about the nganga (cauldron), the paleros (grave robbers), the kiyumba (corpse that is used) then she stopped me. “Alright, alright”, she uttered.

I mean the ignorance in some people. I am an African American with Native American Indian descent. I am spiritual and know that magic (voodoo) first originated in Africa so why wasn’t I suppose to know? Anyway, I don’t know where to begin since this all started when I was at the age…

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Breath Of Spirit

I engulf the soft blows of a luminous breeze.

I am informed and guided by hidden knowledge which is constantly revealed to me on occasion. -miss latoya

“Spirit” reigns in my life and I am celestially satisfied within its essence around me. My life force breathes inner peace and understanding.

I exhale inner vision and inner voice of wisdom and revelation.

I don’t rely on the physical realm as I am not of this plane I revel in pure natural energy.

In this day and age and for some time now it seems as if one has to be damaged goods in order to excel within certain areas of life.

I’ve succeeded and excelled within my own positive fashions and without being tarnished or lowered into a vessel for anyone to demean when it is convenient I hold the deck of cards and “fresh air”  to my life.

 

Augury

 It was a clear afternoon I remember it may have been in the summer.

My mother and I were walking, I think we were coming from the store, when she brought up a mutual associate who we hadn’t seen or heard from in a while during that time, “I wonder where Debbie is at” she had inquired to me.

Immediately after my mother spoke her words an intense sensation had come over me, a foreboding, in which was a solid answer to her question.

“I feel she’s near death”, I had told my mother as we walked down the street on a day of nice warm weather.

Two weeks later we heard from Debbie and she acknowledged that she overdosed on drugs and almost died as she recuperated at a hospital.

The next occurrence I had experienced with Debbie transpired when I was asleep I dreamed her lifeless body was collected at a morgue.

After a long time from once again not hearing from Debbie I called her up at home while a recording came on the phone stating the line was disconnected or not in service.

So I called up a friend of Debbie’s who revealed to me that she was dead and buried in her grave.

I was a little spooked by what I had found out back then it kind of gave me the creeps learning how chillingly accurate I was and I had wondered if Debbie came to me on purpose wanting me to know that she had passed on.

 

 

Reunited With The Family

I’ve connected with the occurrences on the other side through dreams and observed relatives as a passerby after they’d made their transitions.

When my great-grand mother Amanda Byars (my mother’s father’s mother) and uncle Willie Jr (my mother’s brother) passed away years ago they went straight to hell which was where they both had deserved to be and forever reside.

My grandmother Catherine Lawrence (my mother’s mother) on the other hand was fortunately taken upon a different route as she was captured by the unearthly presence of her loved ones upon her sudden death.

She was at one time within the sphere as to where my dog Brandie was when they happened to come across one another during their arcane travel the only thing was that my dog was able to walk, run, and camouflage herself whereas my grandmother’s legs were still immobile as they were before she had died.

“Spirit” let me know and witness how my good ancestors came for their own, ensuring my grandmother’s path and voyage back to them.

There is a reason why they took her into their bosom and I trust within their reasons for doing so. My ancestors got us.

 

 

 

Reciprocated Thoughts

 A while before it was divulged to me through a course of following visions whereas Orisha Oshun had come into contact with my deceased dog Brandie, only to become greatly fond of her and incited to hospitably serve to her as a congenial and escort within the spirit realm, I was concerned for Brandie.

I’d usually get visitation sessions with my pet during my dream states and had not seen or occupied any time with her within my sleep.

So I was up in my bed one night uttering to myself within my thoughts, “I want to see my baby”.

Shortly after, I began to see dim flashes of what appeared to be a leg and a paw of Brandie’s develop right there in front of my eyes in apparition mode.

Later that night, I finally again reunited with my beloved pet, satisfied and relieved. I just wanted and needed to know that she was alright since I had been elevating her spirit to keep her safe and comfortable.

Unbeknownst to me at the time the reason I hadn’t came into contact with Brandie was because she was in the process of raising to a higher dimension that was temporarily interrupted on the account to put my mind at ease beforehand.

It is said that time within the spirit realm differs considerably measured to our specific mode of time.

Through another following dream the elevation process which allowed me to be present this time around to aid Brandie myself into her upgrade was resumed.

I have clear memory of being with my dog moments prior to her entry into the dimension yet no recollection at all of what happened and how the instance actually transpired.

I guess the revelation was not for me to be tangibly conscious of at this period within my stage of discovery and I completely understand and am totally fine with this as I feel lucky and honored already to have took part in such an experience to begin with.

We know what we need to know for now, however, everything within our incorporeal accounts as well as the missing pieces to our mysterious puzzles will be manifested unto us within due time. My baby is at peace.