🕊🕊🕊Dear Mother, Happy Mother’s Day🧸❤

My additional flowers I purchased for my mom

I cannot speak for others, but from my personal experience nothing is stronger than the love a mother has for her child❤

In the same, nothing can separate the love or bond between a mother and her daughter- not even death❤❤🕊🕊🕊❤❤

"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 48. I generously received cards and unexpected gifts the day before from the small circle of those in my life who count.

I spent the afternoon honoring and paying tribute to my mother. Afterwards, I went out to eat and have dessert!

I had originally written a beautiful post in lovely detail about the wonderful experience of the day that I intended to publish.

However, when I went to copy my notes, they accidentally went to paste and my entire writings got deleted.

I was so pissed off.

Usually if this occasionally happens, I will end up rewriting an accurate version of events only to have my material turn out even better as if energy was enhancing what I write.

I knew what I had written and was going to post yesterday could not be replaced. It was so perfect in the way I…

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Mother Dear❤

 

 

My mother and I were not alike- we were our own individuals- but we had a lot in common. We got along great! We were more than mother and daughter. We were sisters and best friends❤

A lot of people were jealous of my mom.

My mother was a nice, popular, kind, humorous person in her day, but she was far from a fool and far from a pushover.

She was a literal fighter who had a reputation not to be messed with. She never bothered anyone and she never went around starting trouble.

My mother was very smart/intelligent, and business minded. I get my brains from her and the good side of our family tree.

She helped a lot of people who I feel did not deserve to be helped by her- yet I am sure nothing went unnoticed or overlooked by the God/Jesus she strongly believed in and kept faith in even when I did not out of times of anger toward God.

Those who may have unwisely taken her for granted suffered. God pays back all misdeeds and will sometimes allow us to witness justice/vindication.

My mother had a heart that I did not have. She was a caring person. It pisses me off why she had to go through certain things in life that she did.

Regardless, she was blessed.

We had and shared a lot of good times as we had a lot of luck and spirituality in life.

Memories live on, our love never dies. I am a living part of my mother and she is within me.❤❤❤

 

 

 

 

 

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.