Reading And Just A Little Of My Reminiscent Ramblings

Reading And Just A Little Of My Reminiscent Ramblings

Reading by misslatoya

jay bijwe said 1 week ago

I am addicted to reading. In spare time I used to read. Reading is fun.

 

You said 6 days ago

In reply to jay bijwe.

Yes indeed, reading is fun! And it is a wonderful and very healthy addiction to have.

 

In addition to sharing the comment above to the beauty and pleasure of good reads that can bring delight as well as learning:

I am definitely one who always enjoyed the luxury of reading as the instance came natural. In this computer age I still appreciate holding a book in my hands and turning the pages to a novel in which I can’t put down.

As a writer myself I know the beauty of vision, creativity, and originality through imagination.

I’m glad as a youngster that I grew up in a time without the internet. A time where I played and came up with things on my own and could think for myself and solve on my own.

The internet is beneficial and a great resource for communication, business, expressing artistic ventures, convenience and etc… Our cell phones and computers are very vital in this particular day and age.

However, I’m still a person who likes to talk and communicate face to face, a person who likes to think and determine for herself, a person who doesn’t need to look to the internet for inspiration, guidance, or stimulation within a mandatory or instinctual format.

I didn’t come up that way, although, it was easy for me to adapt to technology, It’s fantastic to have known the other essential productive way of life that I grew up with in regard to strong interactive skills and nurturing and utilizing various aptitudes without a global network influence.

I grew up with games, toys, cartoons, shows and literature (many that were even before my time) like Miss Pac-Man, Merlin, Simon, Paper Dolls, Barbie, Archie Comics, Tom And Jerry, Pop Eye, Woody Woodpecker, Flintstones, Jetsons, Lassie, Wonder Woman, Bionic Woman, Batman, Alfred Hitchcock, One Step Beyond, Suspense Theater, Police Woman, Streets Of San Francisco, Leave It To Beaver, Little House On The Prairie, The Virginian, I Love Lucy, Kojak, Columbo, Adam 12, Dragnet, Bank Street Readers, Babar, and so much more.

I don’t know what this shit is today. The music isn’t even as good as it use to be.

Anyhow, I miss the electric typewriters, I love the way I grew up back within the day compared to now, and I love to read a good hardcover or paperback book.

This computer age cannot ever steal away the lovely memories and experience of the late seventies and eighties culture.

 

Mental, Emotional, And Spiritual Breakdown

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.

 

 

 

Let Bygones Be Bygones? No, I Don’t Think So!

Let Bygones Be Bygones? No, I Don’t Think So!

My words of wisdom and truth-
Miss LaToya

Working Woman By Miss LaToya

I hate when people say let bygones be bygones. Once I cut a person loose it’s for keeps. Individuals have one time to mess up with me, they don’t get a second chance.

If I dislike someone, if someone rubs me the wrong way, If I get a negative vibe about someone, or if someone does a wrongdoing towards me, that’s it. There will never be a future within any type of association.

I have always been this way. I do not forgive and I do not forget.

Forgiving someone has absolutely nothing to do with strength and not forgetting has absolutely nothing to do with not being able to move on.

I don’t know where some people get their mode of thinking from as I’ve heard people talk such reverse nonsense.

If someone helped one out a long, long time ago, and then they ended up needing a favor…

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The Art Of Truth

The Art Of Truth

There is a new movie titled The Art Of Racing In The Rain that is constantly being advertised on the radio and television.

I haven’t read up on the movie in regard to gathering any additional detail other than what is continuously being previewed as I really don’t care.

I have absolutely no interest in this movie at all I am just going to focus on the lines in which the media keeps running over and over in specific.

The characters within the film address “The dog is a spiritual being”, “The dog taught us all how to be human”, and the dog itself stating “he was meant through fate to be with the family who owns him”.

Society is always late when on the verge of or beginning to take notice of things and facts that quite a few of us people have already experienced and knew decades ago that others were ignorant about or may would have laughed off as nonsense or superstition.

I always hated people who, in general, talked shit, doubted, or made light of something until the encounter or situation happened to them or became unobscure.

Anyway, back to this particular subject, I knew a dog I adopted was born and meant to be in my life back in the 1980’s. She was a spiritual blessing temporarily residing within a canine’s body and she did a lot for me within the many years we spent together.

Of course, there are special dogs and sets of circumstances involving numerous instances and various aspects of life that are sent to certain people for reasons in which have deep spiritual meanings and messages to benefit, to learn, and to grow from.

Tell us “certain people in specific” something that we don’t already know mainstream society!

Soap And Water

Soap And Water

Physical cleanliness is just as important as maintaining a spiritual cleanliness, I say.

Something I found hilarious today when I opened up one of my emails. It was a written notice from one of my places of employment and what was so coincidental was that I just recently wrote a post in regard to people, bodily odor, and washing, especially when going to a work environment.

Here is the email and after will be a posting and link to the post I had already wrote in general:

Team Members,

Personal Hygiene has become an issue for some or our employees. We have had several team member complain about body odor from other team membere and are refusing to ride in company vehicles due to this issue. Management understand that with the warmer weather sweating will cause an issue but that is still not an excuse. If needed, management will personally speak to individuals.

As a Reminder:

PERSONAL HYGIENE: All employees are expected to maintain their personal hygiene. Our hygiene should not offend our customers and fellow employees. The use of soap, water, deodorant and clean uniforms will help to prevent this.

Working Woman By Miss LaToya

Personal hygiene is very important.

Everyone should regularly aim to keep their bodies fresh and clean, although, not everybody acquires or desires to do so.

I love a pleasant steaming hot shower, the firm beading sprays of soothing waters are therapeutic and rejuvenating, it feels good to thoroughly wash and rinse off mental and physical tension as well as away all of the excess of oils, sweat, and dirt in which we accumulate.

It’s a mental problem to constantly hesitate to wash, considering the fact how beneficial the overall effects of a scrub, soak, and spray, have on our health and wellbeing.

Some individuals are not even cleaning themselves properly by reaching and carefully scouring their folded and private areas.

It’s necessary to get into creases where most odors get trapped into through bacteria.

It’s nothing to be embarrassed about we all will stink if we don’t continue to wash…

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Recognition

Recognition

Working Woman By Miss LaToya

One doesn’t need the acknowledgement from others to acknowledge one’s self

I’ve never needed a reward or anybody’s praise to feel good about myself.

I know who I am and I know what I’m capable of doing.

If no one ever took notice of my abilities it would not have made me any less able.

There is so much more to many of us than what a lot of others can see or perceive upon the surface.

What about the other qualities or faculties in which we may possess?

What about our character, how our minds think, what we stand for, what we believe in, the very things in which define our being of substance?

Those of us who are strong and confident don’t require anyone to validate us. Our existence and state of being is proof enough of affirmation, we don’t need confirmation.

The very first award I remember…

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Too Hot!

Too Hot!

What an evening. It was hot as hell out there last night in Queens, New York, especially down in the subway, and it is still a scorcher now after one a.m..

I arrived home at 11pm and couldn’t wait to get out of my clothes.

The air conditioning was barely doing its job at the places I went yesterday I don’t understand it. When the weather is cold air conditioners are turned on to full blast yet when the weather is hot one nearly has to burn.

Establishments are really getting cheaper and cheaper in their attempts to be frugal.

Of course, I’m going to continue to make myself comfortable by resting, keeping cool, and keeping myself hydrated drinking plenty of ice cold fluids.

Right now I’m enjoying listening at low volume to some good old classic soft rock music (the sixties, seventies, and eighties gave us some of the greatest tunes. Oh, I just love these hits!) in the dark of my room with the fan blowing me off to sleep.

It’s so therapeutic along with a nice hot shower!

Good night, or good wee hours.