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Welcome to: Daily Living, By Miss LaToya

A Smart, Strong, Confident, and Independent Hard-Working Woman

Daily Living https://misslatoya.home.blog/

Living every day life with enrichment, strength, confidence, encouragement, motivation, inspiration and faith in God

I advocate to be one’s self; Authenticity is bold and rare. — LaToya Lawrence.

 

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Energy: The Force Of Life 🕊🕊🕊

 

Peace and love are sent from above.

Ministering angels watch over me.  

The divine (Holy) spirit guides each of my steps.

Celestial blessings disperse my gifts and determine my destiny.

Hope and determination keep me going.

The essence of the universe provides me with both purity and perseverance. – latoya lawrence 

 

Infant Christening/Baptism: A Lovely Event

 

My mother wasted no time! She got me baptized/christened when I was four months old.

My mother herself, as a young church attendant, made the urgent decision to get baptized at ten years of age.

Baptism does not save one, though, it is a wonderful expression of our faith and devotion.

 

There are people who believe that infant christening/baptism is an insignificant or irrelevant event because the child has no knowledge yet of what is taking place or the faculty to decide whether to accept Jesus Christ.

People have the right to think or believe what they want. However, I strongly disagree with this mode of thought, and I do not care what anyone else has to say about the matter.

There are fully grown people who partake in adult baptism with all their faculties in place, developed to ponder, select, choose, and determine- and their act of holy anointment will make no difference if their heart, mind, and soul are not lined up to what it means to demonstrate the outward representation of faith and the commitment to follow God’s path.

So, whether a baby is not able to make the conscious profession of a belief in the crucified savior who was buried then resurrected for everyone’s benefit to have eternal life- their holy christening/baptism is no less significant at all.

It is for some, as I know for a fact, an act of belief on the parent’s part, to have their child blessed by God so that he may also have his hand on that child to supernaturally guide and lead them on the correct road to him.

It is the parent’s beautiful expression of offering and celebrating their child or children into the hands and family of God himself.

 

 

A Good Read

This is a Reprinted edition of Danielle’s Diary that was originally published by LaToya Lawrence in March, the year 2003

All rights of this material solely owned by the Author LaToya Lawrence

In this fictional town of Westbrooke, Staten Island, on Stanton Boulevard fifteen-year-old Danielle struggles with the pain of constant violation. And Kelly, her drug-addicted mother ignores her complaint.

Danielle has no other choice but to suffer the abuse of a drug dealer living within their home.

Kelly’s dependency on Bruce, her drug dealing boyfriend, outweighs all other matters that are concerned and with no one to turn to and nowhere to run Danielle endures a life of misery until one day when she is saved by her long lost father, Marcus Glover.

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Aloe🌿

 

The Aloe Vera plant these days is popular and commercially well-known.

When I was around fourteen, the plant was not as widespread by mainstream and heard of by everyone.

My mother and I used to purchase Aloe from the Nursery many years ago.

The plant is, of course, a natural healing remedy- great for burns, cuts and scars. The juice of the plant is also good for providing health in maintaining overall soothing and integrity of the skin.

 

Playing Games♠️♦️♣️❤

 

There were a host of activities I was involved in from childhood on up.

At about seven or eight years of age I knew how to play quite a few card games including Bid Whist (that some used to call Big Wisk), Five Hundred Rummy.

Later, it was spades and so on. My mother taught me early.

I remember a time our cousins came up from down south Virginia to spend a week or two with us in New York.

My grandmother’s niece was disappointed that I taught my older thirteen-year-old cousin who was her son how to play Whist and he loved the card came.

He had never learned to play because his mother was trying to shelter him. It was her way of trying to raise her boy in a strict religious fashion.

I enjoyed the games my mother and I used to play together and with others when we had get-togethers.

Whether it was Dominoes, Backgammon, Monopoly, The Game of Life, Upwards, Boggle, Clue and the rest of pastimes that kept us pleasantly occupied we had a lot of engaging fun!

Out In Nature

 

Last weekend, on one of the days of lovely, gorgeous weather. I stood in a serene environment of tall trees that adorned the area where I stood.

Above me, on a tree branch, stood a bird sounding out such an annoying loud continuous holler within its birdie language.

I looked up to catch a look.

This was a bird with a black face- yellow or tan beak from what I could see at a distance-with a predominant black coating with yellow mixed in on the sides and possibly on the tummy.

I do not usually see birds in this shade often. On rare occasions the Red Robin, Blue Jay, or Canary will show up somewhere.

Most of the time it is the usual black birds, gray, white or gray pigeons and so on.

I aimed to take a snapshot of this noisy bird that aggravated my ears to shortly disturb my peace.

I was not able to take a clear photo as the reflection of the sun drowned the view on the screen to my smartphone in addition to the bird having flown over to another branch, then onto another, to eventually disappear completely out of sight.

 

 

Are You Feeling Me?

 

Feelings are powerful.

What you feel, when you feel, why you feel how you feel all play a part within our behavior at times.

While we do not always act upon our emotions, we are creatures who are inhibited by them or uninhibited by what we do not feel within or from them. Some have no emotion toward certain things.

Sound complicated?

What I am saying is that feelings, emotions can often lead us to react inwardly or outwardly but just because what strikes up emotion in one does not mean that will strike up those same feelings within another for the same reasons.

Yet, the intensity of emotion itself is uncontrollable as we cannot control what we do or do not feel.

 

 

 

My Boobies- Giving The Breast Rest

 

I am all into being comfortable and relaxed. So much so that I love to let my boobies hang free.

I had gotten tired of wearing a bra years ago.

Bras will hold you up nicely, allowing one’s titties to prop prettily and appropriately.

Nevertheless, I will let my tits flop down if I feel like it- nipples may poke through yet that is how I may do- that is my prerogative. I always dress decently as I have a classy style of my own.

I wore a bra yesterday because I wore nothing but a T-shirt. I could not wait till the end of the day to go home and take that shit off as the bra itched so bad underneath.

I like bras, I have nothing against them but I also like comfortable/flexible breast that run mild and free the way they were meant to be.

My tits look a whole lot different uncovered in a shirt to when they hang bare. To me, they are cute and they are still youthful.

My naked breast is for my business.

Our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of when we are secure within ourselves, although everyone may not desire to share or show their “bare essentials” to the world.

I am not a self-conscious person I am one who must be free.

I had even gone some years without wearing any underwear/panties during my thirties. I, of course, would wear them during menstruation, but otherwise I just let my twat get plenty of fresh air and naturalization.

I returned to wearing underwear as I entered my forties.

 

 

Unfriendly

 

People will smile in one another’s faces then talk about each other like dogs then call one another friends, or they are supposed to be friends.

I have seen and watched this among many, including family members, throughout my life.

As one naturally a loner who never looked for or depended upon friendships since I was never crazy about people in general, if or when people talked about me it did not matter.

People talk about people and tell lies about people every day- people they do not even personally know.

Either they assume things, make up things, or hear things through others (the grapevine) that may be unreliable yet they may want to believe or enjoy the nosy talk as it is within some people’s nature to do so.

It is fantastic to be aware but I never went around calling everyone who sometimes hung around or kept company a friend.

Instead, I called them associates.

Yes, everybody talks in one way or another at some time about someone or something, but not everyone is a gossip, rumor spreader, or slanderer out to spread harm.

Some merely have discussions while others are spiteful, deceitful and/or eager to hear or gather dirt.

I am an individual who does not need to talk behind one’s back. Whatever I do have to say when anyone is not around, I will tell one my words straight to their face.

Why be bothered with someone who one does not like or appreciate if one does not have to?

Some stick around others for the ulterior motives they may have such as to use them etc….

I did not get involved in nonsense/bullshit of that nature. Though I have seen plenty of it go on.

There is nothing wrong in instances when people come to tell you what someone said, spoke about, or heard about you. A lot of it is done in good faith with good intentions and one can learn and evaluate life situations as they come up in the world by being kept alert/informed, avoiding certain mistakes, preventing unfavorable situations, so on, and vice-versa.

But what is the point of those who claim to be friends when all they really do is dog one another out in all type of circumstances?

They are not really friends- genuine friends are not intentionally cold, hurtful, or malicious toward one another.

 

 

Happy Birthday To Me🎈

 

I stopped officially celebrating my birthday at twelve years of age, though, I still acknowledge the anniversary day of my birth.

I accept greetings and expressions of generosity from those who count or who kindly show their regard.

Yesterday I received a few cards and gifts from genuine people as I am particular in association.

I do not bother myself with or share any time over the phone or in person with just anyone.

I only deal with authentic people of substance.

In two more years, I will be 50- the big five-o!

Where did time go? I still have memories of when I was a kid and teen. Oh, how time can fly within the blink of an eye.

Even though years may seem long and some of us may live a long time here on earth- life here really is short.

I have a strong life force, a strong purpose.

God has kept me on this earth for a reason despite ominous events and envious people in the past who tried to alter my life (which is a battle many of us tackle when it comes to good versus evil in this universe).

Those fools were just a bunch of dust who were inevitably blown in the wind.

God has his angels continuously watching over and protecting me.

 

 

 

A Beautiful Mind

 

I love beautiful scenery, cozy spots, places to get lost in that feel like a home.

I like riding over a bridge or through the expressway or through towns in the rain in a car while listening to the soothing sounds of mellow music or contemporary jazz.

I like the thought of atop and over a rooftop at nightfall. Tables, lighting, laughter, food, entertainment amid the dim-lit sun or moonlit essence.

 

Pretty Brown Girl❤

 

Everyone should love the skin their in because I know I genuinely do!

I love my brown skin- I always have.

I do not know why we who are of African ancestry are called black people- there is no such thing as a natural black skinned person- we are the original “brown colored” people.

My family come in an array of different shades from dark brown, medium brown, light brown, tan, to high yellow.

Color has never been an issue where I come from.

If anything, our color was a beautiful symbol of our African American, Native American and European (English from England) multicultural heritage and diversity.

Brown skin is beautiful.

When I look into the mirror, I am one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen.

 

Where I Want To Live

 

 

Back in the nineties, as I used to travel quite often to and from the city of Manhattan, I considered the idea of one day moving there.

To take up residency in a gorgeous Brownstone of my choice if possible.

I loved Manhattan back then!

After time passed, the desire faded. I love certain areas of Queens where I plan to remain right now for the time being- unless I one day change my mind to another part of New York.

However, my choice will not be Manhattan, Brooklyn, or the Bronx.

There are many other beautiful parts of New York for me to go If I ever decide to permanently change locations.

 

 

 

No Time Limit

 

 

Some people think or believe there is a time limit on the potential of their creativity regarding a goal or achievement that they may have or have had set for themselves.

Those with a purpose must always remember that one is never too old or too young when it comes to the pursuit or personal rewards of their achievement or fulfillment.

Never give up hope or give up on one’s dreams. Expectations are not always brought to us in the forms that we want.

Nevertheless, the most important thing to never forget is to strive for the desires in fashions that satisfy one’s own heart, mind, and soul- and not for the acceptance or approval of anyone else.

So, continue to be creative unto creation!

 

To Turn Back Time

 

I have no desire to relive events in life but to go back in time to a period when living was much simpler.

I am sure many have those nostalgic memories of climatic events that brought on the ecstasy of pure happiness and joy.

We are reminded in those wholesome classic black and white television shows like Lassie, Leave It to Beaver and so on.

That good old-fashioned fun-loving carefree innocence of life!

A Good Judge Of Character

 

I was one who had a knack for correctly sizing up people.

Sensing things about them that others could not sense right away or at all.

If I did not pick up on individuals right away as I normally did then the instinct would hit me not so long after to get a deeper insight into their energy.

Born with a Caul/Veil I could see through people like a lie detector- determining who could or who could not be trusted and who to stay away from.

Seeing into the eyes of the soul and feeling into the depths of the spirit is a connected relationship between the realms.

Looking in and looking out by viewing into the mirror of life to reflect and to reveal.

Sitting back, to take everything in- a resemble just like a tell-tale picture within a frame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’ve Come A Long Way Baby!

 

 

My mother said when I was a young kid or preteen there was a time when I had papers scattered all over the floor an associate recalled to me years ago.

I had a total of three typewriters from early childhood to middle childhood to teenage years that lasted until my adulthood.

The first typewriter was a kiddie typewriter with a ribbon and keys that typed letters and words.

The second typewriter was a more grown-up typewriter that I typed on.

The third typewriter was an electric typewriter that I kept and wrote two manuscripts that I both had gotten published.

I would write my literature in longhand in my journal or notebooks then type them up to my satisfaction.

I have come a long way since the days of writing in my bedroom as a young girl sipping hot tea and milk in hopes of becoming a professional writer one day.

The dream came true as writing is one of the things I was born to do.

I have learned from this experience that when something inherent is really meant to be then nothing can stop it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

April And May: Spring Babies🌳

 

Spring and summer are my favorite times of the year- these two seasons always have been.

Trees start to sprout out their pretty light-green leaves before their shade turns dark.

Flowers bloom vibrantly in the most eye-catching of colors.

The weather is warm- a variety of invite to the enjoyment of the outdoors.

My mother and I were both born in the Spring. She was born in April, and I in May.

Our zodiacal signs fell under Taurus– a sign we were proud to be born under and both shared the characteristics of trustworthiness, reliability, determination, understanding and strength.

My mother and I had a lot in common and could relate to one another harmoniously, yet both of us were different, encompassing our own style of individuality.

P.S. My beloved ♥ dog 🐕 was born in April- she also was a Taurus baby! 🐂

 

Beads: Adorns Of The Home And Hair

 

Aside from the enchanting/lovely, beaded curtains that adorned our homes and the household of others I loved the beads that adorned my hair back in the day.

My mother was an exceptional hairstylist- far before she experimented at a school for professional beauticians. She had a natural talent.

My mother always kept my hair clean, healthy, and looking nice.

My hair was kept long as a child.

From time to time My mother would corn-braid my hair in fancy styles while sometimes decorating five sets of clear-colored beads mixed with a solid color to each lock, securing the ends/tips of my braids with aluminum foil so the beads would not ever slip out.

I loved the sounds the beads made when they hit up against one another just like the ones that hung up in our home did.

 

 

 

 

Around The Neighborhood And At The Park

 

As a child, after disconnecting the makeshift basket I created to transport my furry friend around with me for a day- I would hold Brandie while she was still small inside the comfort of my left arm while I steered the handlebars to my bike with my right arm on other days.

Brandie loved to run in the street beside me while I rode my bike. I had her on her leash, grasping the head of the strap against the grip of the left handlebar to my bike.

Brandie also loved to run beside me in the street while I rolled on my roller-skates. I loved the way she pulled me as I held onto her leash supervising every moment to make sure the both of us never got hit by any car within our neighborhood block.

As an adult-years later- I took Brandie to the park without her leash. She was a well- behaved dog familiar within the area and did not need to be restrained. I let her walk and run around free- she never bothered anybody- people liked and loved Brandie.

I stopped off at the park to take a quick breeze upon a swing.

Brandie followed me inside the playground stood a few seconds to watch me then she must have said to herself “This may take a few minutes. Let me chill” because she sat down at a distance to patiently wait.

Two female youngsters entered the section of the playground we were in while I swung and realized my dog was no threat as they also hopped upon the swings.

One of the girls said to the other, “I want a dog just like that- who will sit and wait for me”.

 

 

 

Along For The Ride: Me And My Baby

 

I awoke bright and early, still excited over having adopted a brand new seven to eight-week-old puppy from North Shore Animal League during the summer of 1986.

The sun shined, the air was crisp, the day clear and I wanted to go bike riding.

Yet, I did not want to go alone.

I wanted the company of my new furry friend-just me and her, no one else for that moment in time.

I was the type of child who often played with other neighborhood kids but took out time to enjoy being alone when I preferred to.

There was one problem surrounding this event.

I needed a basket that I did not have to place Brandie in while I freely rode her on my bike.

So, I creatively made one.

I went to find a crate that I fastened to the handlebars of my bike with rope then securely placed Brandie inside.

A neighborhood guy laughed at the situation when he saw me in action because he thought the effort and determination was cute. My mother had informed this information to me about the neighbor’s reaction later

Off I went through the streets of my neighborhood steering out of the way when cars drove up from behind and up ahead.

Brandie enjoyed her first bike ride in the comforts of the crate with the warm summer breeze enhancing her mood.

I will never forget that wonderful day of bonding sweetly with my baby.

 

 

A Lovely Dream I Once Had

 

 

I remember a great dream I had years ago.

In the dream, I lived in a spacious home that was shared with relatives of mine that I had not met yet in the awake state.

The home had so much room and was built off in a section way where my relatives and I would only run into each other occasionally or not so often inside the large-sized kitchen we also shared.

We all got along and went about our business in parts of the house that we resided and occupied.

The only person I told this dream to was my mother after I had it.

So, it was coincidental or suspicious when someone mentioned in a comment on one of my blog posts (Symptoms of Voodoo Black Magic by Mony Singh) years after I had the dream that they lived in a big house with the same or similar circumstances. I do not recall every detail within the person’s comment (and there are far too many comments to search through to look for it).

However, it was too close.

Of course, I do know that whatever we can think can happen or exist. And that whatever we may experience, someone else somewhere around the world will or may experience it too.

It is not that my dream and her claim of reality seemed impossible, it was just uncanny of her to mention the instance.

 

 

 

Another Gift Of Appreciation

 

I work with a variety of people along with regular clients that I report to duty with.

As I was absent from work this past Christmas Eve- last Saturday- due to canceling my shift a day before, I returned to schedule this past Tuesday.

At the end of my shift my client handed me a large gift bag with two belated Christmas gifts inside from his wife. They had planned to give me the present prior on the Eve.

This was the second of gifts I had received from two of my clients that I see on a regular basis.

 

 

Two Holiday Reflections: Fond Christmas Memories

 

On Christmas morning, after opening presents, I washed and got dressed to accompany my mother to a department store.

She went to purchase some accessories for the home.

Along the way in one of the aisles I came across a pink colored toy Cadillac that could entirely sit barbie dolls inside the two front seats.

Even though I had already received Christmas presents at home my mother kindly bought me the car to take home to play with along with my other toys when I asked If I could get the item.

My mother was so kind and sweet to me.

A few years before, during the late 1970’s around Christmas, my mother’s childhood friend from high school took me to FAO Schwarz toy store located in Manhattan, New York.

There, we stood outside with a crowd of onlookers, gazing through the window of FAO Schwarz, admiring the beauty of the lit-up Christmas village toy community that had a running trainset and/or Santa Claus riding amid the town.

It was a gorgeously cute showcase displayed for the attraction.

My Abode

 

Isn’t it wonderful to have the perfect getaway to get away from it all

That escape into the luxury of comfort and unconventionality in a place of convenience?

A home away from home unknown to the zone of commonality.

I want to go for that ride, ready to take that drive.

 

Do Not Disturb

 

I am not one who likes to get up early in the morning to attend somewhere.

I prefer an afternoon, evening, or overnight shift when working.

However, the benefits of working a morning shift are to arrive home early.

Nevertheless, the later the start of a shift the more hours available to sleep before preparing to head out.

What is even crazier is sometimes on my off days I wake up early while on the days I must go to work I barely want to get up out of bed.

 

Into Creative Mode: Our Hobbies, Gifts, And Talents

 

I think it is wonderful to utilize the talents and skills that we have.

Not only are the activities productive and resourceful, they are fun to take part in, whatever they may be.

There is so much variety within our nature, likings or interests.

As artists of many kinds, we are creative visionaries who are stimulated by instinct to exercise and utilize faculties throughout everyday life.

We can find anything that inspires or provokes us into action.

I used to sketch faces as a child and draw things- nothing serious- as I do not have a talent for top-notch drawing. I love beautiful paintings and the works of those who can draw pictures, cartoons, designs with a pencil or pen on paper.

I enjoyed water-painting as a child, molding with clay along with other crafts and handcraft.

Hobbies turn into remarkable careers for some.

We all appreciate being entertained by the talent of others, whether it is the lovely voices of those who sing beautiful songs, the excellent acting of those who are cast in movies or plays, the architecture of a building/home/community, the writings of books and literature, the designs of advertisements and attractions.

There is an entire world of beauty out there full of mind-blowing diversity.

 

A Fond Memory: My Very First Pumpkin

 

I remember as a kid when I attended the day care center down the street on a corner from the block where I lived.

It was a 3k and pre-k early learning center -“the first step towards college and career readiness”- their logo reads- that is still in operation today at the same location.

During the late 70’s or early 80’s, they scheduled a school trip for us young students to explore. Our parents were welcome to come if they desired.

My mother attentively came along.

A school bus picked us up directly in front of the Charles Drew Day Care Learning Center.

We were all headed to the Pumpkin Patch!

There was a large farm field of pumpkins that were laid out all for us children to choose from. Our very own to take back home.

I ran my little body out into the open land, not afraid to journey independently to hunt.

 

 

I will never forget that day. It was exciting, educational, inspiring- and mommy was right there beside me for the experience.

I picked out a cute, perfect little pumpkin that was just right for me.

When the time came one day at home, because I did not cut into my adored pumpkin right away, my mother guided me as I carved open the head of the pumpkin to take out the pulp, fibrous strands, and seeds. My mom instructed me on how we did it together.

Afterwards, I carved two eyes, a nose, and a mouth into my pumpkin, then placed the stem back over the pumpkin as a hat.

My pumpkin lasted for a long time, from the beginning to the time it was finally ready to be thrown away.

 

Time Off

 

I took a much-needed three-week vacation.

I had the time to get away from work, I had the extra time to spend with myself, I had the time to relax and heal from my bronchitis that sometimes acts up during the fall and winter season.

Most of all, I had plenty of time to intimately engage in my relationship with God by reading scripture and talking to him daily.

 

Lady Living It Her Way

 

I heard it said and even backed up by study that women in particular who are spouse-free and child-free have higher levels of happiness and live much more enjoyable lives.

All data taken from behavioral science does not apply to or set the standard for what certifies as fact in various types of people, however, as a single woman without children, I totally without a doubt agree!

I am one who can definitely attest to having a higher level of happiness and living a more enjoyable life compared to those who are in relationships for whatever reason.

I would not want to live my life any other way.

I would not change my personal status for anything.

My space is not to be invaded by those who are not invited.

I have peace, inner strength, confidence, love, spirituality (a wonderful relationship with God), independence and wisdom.

 

 

 

 

Toward The End Of September

 

Sunday night it thundered, lightened, then poured down with heavy rain.

Monday, it was beautiful out, a pleasant change from the last few past days. I didn’t have to wear anything on my arms- no jacket, no sweater.

Today, on Tuesday, was another nice day, not as warm as yesterday but nice enough to go without a jacket while lingering in the sun otherwise one may have needed a sweater or long-sleeved shirt if preferred.

Regardless, it was still a very lovely day. It would be nice if the weather could stay beautiful all year around yet we need snow days and the rain for many vital reasons also, and so on.

All climates serve their beneficial purpose.

 

 

 

 

Autumn Day

 

Yesterday was the official day for Autumn to begin.

It was also the apparent end to the sequence of beautiful weather. The day before, along the other prior days it was nothing but a constant streak of warm, sunny gorgeous weather.

Since yesterday it has been cold.

Today it was cold and windy, making the day even worse. Most of the people I seen out wore jackets or sweaters- some with hats or hoods over their heads.

I had gotten caught in a little of the rain yesterday as clouds dominated the sky the majority of the fall day.

It rained hard during certain periods of the day yesterday as I was out in Great Neck, NY.

 

 

 

Riding The Waters

 

The first time I remember riding on a boat I was very young, about seven or eight years of age.

It was on the Manhattan Circle-Liner I rode with a group of family members.

They had come up to visit from Virginia. They wanted to tour around the New York City waters to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and other attractions.

During childhood I also visited Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania where I rode numerous water-rides all day. The fun I had! I loved water-rides back then.

I have been on boats a few times as an adult. There is no excitement to it unless I feel myself moving on the vessel.

At the age of sixteen I was bored as can be down inside the Staten Island Ferry as I rode with friends while we hung out in Manhattan on Independence Day.

My friends at the time and I were chaperoned by an adult.

We all came to see the fireworks that year in the early nineties. We walked the streets of Manhattan enjoying ourselves until one or two in the morning.

It was not until I came up to the top outside of the Staten Island Ferry that I was able to feel the boat as it swiftly moved upon the waters.

We rode the Ferry just for entertainment that night. Years later, the guy who chaperoned us (a longtime family friend) took me into Staten Island by driving on the Verrazano Bridge when I was in my early twenties.

There was a CruiseShip planned for a family reunion years ago, I did not attend that gathering, though.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doing My Duty

 

 

I prepared medication today for one of my clients in the facility that I work at.

For one person, he takes a load of daily medicine to keep his health regulated.

I set up his two-week supply as he directed me to.

I remember when I worked in Rockland County, New York at a facility where another lady and I both took care of thirteen patients by ourselves.

We had to administer their proper medications every night.

It was an important duty.

We also checked on them every hour on the hour.

I have worked in quite a few residential facilities as well as at a few hospitals.

The facility that I currently work at now I worked within years ago and this place has changed completely, they even have an entirely different staff working there.

 

 

 

The Client We All Ditched

 

 

When dealing with some clients who suffer with certain ailments one either has to have patience or a serious drive to earn their pay that overrides all other unbearable factors.

In life unfortunate things do happen to people. For some are undeserved, and some deserve the predicament they are in as a result of dirt they may have done sometime within life without warrant or without the intent to change.

Of course, this is not the case for everyone as there are many circumstances of life and it is not wise to judge unknowingly especially when one has not walked in another person’s shoes. I am just speaking in particular of those who it may apply to in general.

Some of my clients as well as many others who are disable or dealing with ailments become bitter and take their anger out on those around them. I have dealt with a few of them in the past- one just in the recent past.

All of the other health care workers on his case left him. Some worked with him for just a day to decide they would not return back to his side.

I was one who held out for a while. Yes, he got on my nerves, but the hours were good, the money was good, and the short distance I traveled to his residence was fantastic!

I went to the job to make my “bread and butter” not to care about his attitude.

Finally, I had gotten tired and had enough of him. I left him too! A health care worker working with him called me and asked me did I quit.

I told her that I did not quit the agency but that I left him like all the others did. In return, she told me that she was going on vacation next week and that when she comes back she is not going back to him either!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Matter Of Life And Death

 

In the health care field, I work with multiple clients/patients.

One guy I recently had for about a month and a half.

When I began working for him, I was the very first sent from my agency along with another woman who took on the day shift.

Aside from us two, there were other female health care professionals from another agency back and forth to attend to him.

He needed his catheter inserted at times. So, we were always there to do whatever we were assigned there to do.

One nurse had come to his home to fill in for the regular RN that would come during a routine visit. She happened to insert a catheter one day and made some type of error.

When I came in for the overnight shift there was blood running down the tube into my clients Foley bag.

The room he laid in bed at smelled terribly of excrement. The day health care worker filled me in on what took place earlier (the nurse stopping by and the patient bleeding afterwards) yet did not take heed to the blood, the odor of the room, or the clients appearance.

Maybe she was not experienced enough or did not know what to look out for in certain situations.

To me, it was an instant observation. He did not look good at all. The tint of his skin alerted me that something was wrong along with his lethargy.

I suggested he go to the hospital but he refused. I called late at night to report the incident to my supervisor who is a physician.

The next night I was supposed to go in for work I received a call from my agency that my client was in the hospital.

When he came out a week and a half later, he apologized to me for not going to the hospital when I told him to. He almost died as he had septic shock.

 

 

September Morning

 

Today was the first day I shut my window since the summer heatwave began.

The humidity dropped a month ago, allowing for a hot to warm- yet comfortable atmosphere.

I first noticed the change within the air when I got up during the wee hours to go to the bathroom while it was still dark out.

I felt a cool breeze come through.

It is starting to actually feel like September. The weather is not as nice as it was yesterday and the days before.

Fall is officially approaching. It will soon be time to wear jackets again.

 

Leaving Amazon Was A Blessing

 

I left Amazon on July 19, 2022. I began work at another job a week after.

The month of August proved a better livelihood into the future.

 

There was no depth to or any future working at Amazon.

The position I had as a locker Hub associate was a bit fun yet there was really no substance to the role.

Aside from the job not offering any compliment to my abilities whereas I could be challenged and grow, there was no opportunity to significantly advance.

In addition, there was no guarantee of a steady concurrent schedule or any schedule at all if one was not able to successfully compete with other employees on the App Amazon had set up for workers to be on to arrange their own timetable at a designated time every weekday.

Another drawback was Amazon only allowed us employees four hours a day of work unless one was lucky enough to catch a second four-hour shift for the same day.

And, I do not even want to elaborate on the absurd cap situation that limited the hours we were able to actually work. Amazon only extended hours to us if others canceled shifts and they needed others to fill in.

I had another profession to fall back on one I could always return to if I chose, in spite of that fact I preferred a change of field at the time.

I am one to look toward the future, to plan ahead. There was just no way to expect a stable income as there was no guarantee of steady work or making a living off of four hours a day at the pay-rate Amazon handed out.

I prayed for a dependable schedule, for a higher wage. I also prayed against certain co-workers who were envious, jealous, spiteful and prone to cause trouble.

The last time I prayed against those who were a problem a drama took place with one of them the next day along with nonsense from a new manager.

This was the day I decided to quit Amazon.

It was time for me to go, time for me to move on.

It was the answer to my prayers. Resolution had come in a way unexpected to how I anticipated it would be.

I realized this immediately when it all initially happened.

It was even better than what I hoped for now that I look back in hindsight.

I already had a peace of mind- yet now I am more at peace and at ease within spirit.

God removed me from an environment surrounded by negativity. What others in particular intended for harm God turned into my advantage.

I now have the stable work hours I desired; I have the higher pay that I desired.

Amazon was just another stepping stone in life where I was not meant to stand on too long. Only long enough to get me to the next level of plan.

While I have progressed and continue to rise in the paths accorded to my journey those coworkers who were a burden continue to remain stuck/shiftless, unable to go anywhere beyond the holes they have dug for themselves as they are completely limited within life and within capacity.

 

 

 

 

Don’t Touch Me!

Years before Covid arrived on the scene (ever since the early 90’s) I was one who had already adopted a natural habit to frequently wash my hands.

Years after (In 2006 on up) I constantly wore gloves at work in retail department stores.

I was careful where I sat down at in public areas also. Sometimes I wouldn’t even sit down if I didn’t have something to cover a seat with.

In a way, I guess I was a germaphobe. It was all for good reason.

One day I was at work with a client.

She took her bare hand dug down inside her pants to vigorously scratch her pubic area then touched the landline telephone that I had to clock out with.

She didn’t even wash her hands before she used the phone.

This lady had the nerve to get offended because I wore gloves whenever I worked around her.

It is just a fact; everyone is not hygienic. One never knows where someone’s mouth has been (I was never one to let people kiss me either).

And, as I have already mentioned, one never knows where one’s hands have been, and so on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Stop Bugging Me, And Begone!”

Aside from the excessive heat of summer the second biggest annoyance are the bugs that come out.

Insects are very pestering.

Now that I have one relief due to the humidity subsiding, now I have to deal with the three flies that freely welcomed their selves through my opened window on the days when the weather was scorching.

These flies won’t let up.

Between the buzzing in my ear to the landing constantly back and forth on my bare skin.

I told all three of them, “You all have to go!”

They pay me no mind, of course. They have wings so they use their advantage to override my fanning them away to their demise.

I have a surprise for them! I am a human therefore I have the greatest advantage over them. Just wait until they fly into a sticky fly trap hung from the ceiling.

They won’t be flying around anywhere anymore. They had plenty of time beforehand to fly back out the window to leave. I gave them a chance now they’re doomed.

No Weapon Formed Against Us Shall Prosper

Born With Second-Sight/Extra Sensory Perception

It is strange how trouble-makers are stagnant they keep on with the same nonsense unable to move forward. Misery loves company, however, I never occupied myself in the company of miserable people.

I love peace. I am in a good place spiritually.

It is not healthy to be around negativity or toxic people. Just because we can handle or not be affected by negative energy does not mean we have to or should tolerate its presence or essence.

Our gifts keep us alert, aware, and informed but we are not meant to be consumed. I am always repulsed by toxicity and allergic to negative people so my attention is never focused upon them. I grasp the situation but the situation never takes a hold on me.

It’s Halloween all year around for this demonic looking creature.

I never understood unattractive dumb, naive whores with low self esteem who do, fall…

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Peaceful Day

Yesterday when I awoke, the first thing I did was thank the Lord for allowing me to see another day of life.

Later in the afternoon I felt a joy within my spirit.

Today I am relaxed within the stillness of the day, listening to the rain pour down, and taking in the beauty of God’s unwavering presence that is heavily enveloped around me.

Help To Those In Need: Charity, Volunteer Work, Donations

Some times when people think about donating or volunteering, they assume they may have to give up large portions of valuable items or time of themselves.

This notion is simply not at all true.

There are people who do not really want to give away anything but do it because they think God will punish them or look down on them if they do not share with the less fortunate or those in need.

The truth is, we all cannot please or gain points with the Lord on account of good works. He showers us purely through his love, grace, and mercy. However, when we do act purely within accordance to goodwill from our hearts God is delighted and he blesses us even more for our kindness.

Some people put on an air in front of others just to gain approval or praise by helping out the poor, needy, disadvantaged, or ones who are just temporarily/periodically going through a hard time. For them, it is all about getting recognition.

There are even people who when they do volunteer or donate, they are not very polite, courteous, or decent about their efforts and within their ventures.

Some individuals donate articles of clothing or items of use that may be in very poor, raggedy or undesirable condition and that is not suitable or hygienic.

Nevertheless, these people have the idea or mentality that people who are beggars cannot be choosers or that people in desperate need should feel lucky enough to get what they can due to their predicament.

People can be both cruel and judgmental towards others but if it was them within this particular unfortunate situation, they would not desire to receive someone else’s neglected or badly worn-out hand-me-downs or patronizing, condescending attitude.

When any of us are inspired to give the motive or intention should not be out of a feeling of torture or obligation. One’s main aim and purpose should come from a place of honesty, sincerity, and peace.

A true feeling of, humanity, compassion or empathy for what someone else may be going through that incites us to help.

If one decides to donate money it does not have to be a humongous amount. It can be fifty-cents, a dollar, five dollars, or ten dollars. It is the thought that really counts.

If one decides to donate clothing, toys or other articles of benefit, at least have them all cleaned and in a decent and suitable condition for someone else to appreciate and enjoy. To be generous and take kindness a little bit further, buy or share an item that is brand new or that has never been in use before.

If one decides to give of their time for some volunteering event, spend as short or as long a time within doing so as tolerated or permitted just volunteer and give of yourself amiably and with consideration.

During times when I give (or have gave), it is because I have been blessed by God and it is only right and fair to sympathize and to show the Lord how thankful I am by aiding to another. Also, because it comes from my heart or sense of humanity in specific circumstances.

I have lost money in the street before within the distant past; however, I did not get upset about it. I said to myself that it probably happened for a reason. Someone would have come across that money who may have needed it more than I did because I was not lacking for anything. Even if I was, God definitely would have provided by eventually reimbursing the money back to me.

So, whatever we do within our unstinting, self-sacrificing, unselfish, free-handed behavior- do it authentically and without expecting anything in return. When you do, it brings such a warm, uplifting, beautiful feeling to the heart and to the senses.

It also brings joy to the Lord to see his children responding to one another in love, care and thoughtfulness.

 

Living For The Lord

I always believed in you. Then, I accepted you as my Lord and Savior at the age between ten or twelve.

I went through some hardships that sometimes made me doubt you. I even separated myself from you for a while out of anger, and misunderstanding of your nature. Nonetheless, the essence of your spirit still produced a purity within me.

Through it all, everything turned out okay. You taught me so much. You gave to me so much. You cared for me so much.

Upon my reunion with you, I gave myself completely to you. Never to depart from you, never to go astray. I am not mean to be that way.

I wake up in delight of your presence, I spend the day talking to you, walking in your grace. I retire in the night with you, drifting off to sleep under your guard.

The words I read in scripture bring life into meaning. They bring food to my soul, power into my spirit.

I do not live life on my own, I have really grown. I have never been of this world; I am not of it. I do not want any part of it.

I live my life for you, because of you. You live through me; you are within me.

You created me to have a relationship with you, to get totally acquainted with you. This partnership is supernatural, very extraordinary of its kind. A companionship to treasure, and one that will last forever.

 

 

The Lord’s Hold On Me: I Belong To God

I did not ask to come into this world. I did not have any say so within the matter. All I can do is trust in the Lord and what he has planned.

He intended my purpose before I was created, he will fulfill his aim to when I become designated.

My life is not my own It belongs to God. He chose me as one of his very own long before the foundation of the world.

The Lord already knew all about me, he designed me.

What I had to go through to where I am at now was determined before I could understand how the application of my exploration would give me a better understanding of my true dedication.

A chance to get to know God better, a chance to realize how blessed I have been, a chance to appreciate the providence and protection that has constantly been over me.

The Lord, who refused to let me go. The Lord, who knew I did not know the true love that he endeavored to show. The Lord, who from him, many gifts to me he bestowed.

Through a sudden and tragic unspoken fear, he readily triumphed to draw me near, replacing that fear with trust and hope, something that became an absolute must.

No God, you did not deal harshly with me, now only I can see. You returned to me the memories of the past to fast forward to me the present unto the future, to assure and confirm to me that you will continue to do everything you promised to do. Thank you.

 

 

Providence: My Great Protector

I noticed since early childhood the favor over my mother and I, and the manner in which God took great care of my family.

The Lord watched over us solicitously, his eyes vigilant to never waver, his hands fixed firmly on every situation. Even when I did not think or believe he was looking out or holding our circumstances in place.

We mattered to God. And, we still do.

I have been so very fortunate by his mercy and grace, covered by what seemed like an extra hedge of protection from others and the principalities of this evil world, and beyond.

When I look back, I see all that I avoided and escaped because of the wisdom and discernment granted upon me from the Lord. The comfort and peace I experienced in the midst of trials that made people of the world marvel at me in disappointment and wonder.

Enemies or adversaries that attempted to destroy me were defeated.

Even so-called believers who professed to be Christians The Lord had warned and protected me against, wholeheartedly coming to my rescue to head me out into safety.

God is definitely my refuge and strength, an essential help in times of trouble as well as in times of order.

 

An Answer From The Lord: My Morning Start

Early this morning, I had a delicious bowl of hot steel cut oats. I mixed and stirred in along some extra thick rolled oats to my liking. Later on, I ate two bananas, five tangerines, and some crackers.

My day started off lovely, God soothed a sudden concern that once occupied my thoughts just to come back again.

I reached out to someone in the Christian faith as I always search out God for serious inquiry. “Seek and you will find”, says the Lord. And, surely God did answer me.

He did so rather quickly too.

We all know God intercedes within his own time but he also comes at anytime, especially when our hearts are gravely troubled. The Lord is very kind and gracious, so compassionate within his response.

I was put into contact with a nice and well-informed pastor who exchanged words of truth and clarity to me during our pleasant discussion this morning when he returned my phone call.

God spoke through him as he understood my question and reasoning. The pastor explained and expressed all the correct words even though he was not sure he did. I confirmed to him that he was on point and helpful in regard to giving me excellent counsel.

A great weight was lifted from me as a result afterward. It is wonderful when brothers and sisters in Christ uplift, inspire, support and assure one another on our path.

The Pastor At The Church I Attended A Few Times

Last night, the pastor of the church I attended since September came into my mind. I thought about the settling that remained within my spirit after heeding the warning about him.

I still felt that stillness. It wasn’t until I watched two of his latest sermons online that my spirit became rattled once again.

Just by watching and listening to him those feelings came back. Those enlightening inclinations about him. Those same vibes of caution, but now even stronger.

The words he preached even gave details and glimpses into the true reveal of his disposition.

I think confronting him on the issue that I had with him brought out the truth of his conscious as he admitted his guilt on a few things in front of the congregation.

I noticed it because I knew what was partly behind his address.

He confessed how he struggled with being completely honest within his forthcomings with people, and how he needed to work on specific things within his nature and character. From his own mouth he acknowledged that he was resentful at times and had anger, hurt, and disappointment when his flaws were honestly pointed out.

This was only half of the story to my full discernment. One of my strongest gifts from the Lord is sensing things about people in areas that others cannot sense or pick up right away.

I am not at all being judgmental on this man. Nonetheless, God will make known unto us what he wants us to pay attention to and be secured against.

The Lord is just reminding and reaffirming to me that just because someone is a leader within the church does not mean they are perfect or the ultimate example of a fully mature Christian. Many battle inwardly as they too are only human.

Some are more troubled or incorrect than others. Either way, I know this pastor is someone for me to stay away from. The statements from my inner voice of spirited repeated again from the recent past, “He cannot be trusted, he is trouble, stay away from him”.

The message pierced right threw, giving me a bad feeling, a feeling I have received within the past when I was being supernaturally informed through intuition and gut feelings to beware of someone, a condition, or situation.

I am thankful to God for his divine guidance and instruction, even if or when others in particular are unable to decipher. The Lord interacts with us all differently as we are all unique in design.

I had planned to eventually visit the church again on a regular basis when able, however, after last night, I don’t see that happening.

It is not at all that I am letting the pastor’s negativity keep me away from Sunday worship because I was going to go regardless beforehand. I never let other people’s insecurity, hang up, pretense, or ignorance deter me.

However, some elements play a larger role in the events that take place and I will move on to another church the Lord will lead me to when the time is right.

Things enter our lives not always to take place as a permanent residence, but as a stepping stone to another more prominent built or structured abode.

Purity Of Spirit

All of us are different we all have our own needs, preferences, and desires. I have never been into sex and do not have any lustful urges or attraction for men or women.

I am not and never have been a lesbian nor have I ever been in a heterosexual love relationship. I just do not have any of those type of feelings, and pleasantly so.

Yes, God created sexual intercourse and intimacy between a man and a woman and there is nothing wrong with these emotions being expressed in its proper context as the Lord intended.

However, there is no commandment or sin in not wanting to engage within a romantic relationship.

I never had a need or yearning for a boyfriend or a marriage partner.

I did not care what direction the world was headed into because I was never a follower of the popular culture.

I was not afraid to stand out even if I was misunderstood, ridiculed, mocked, or targeted from being considered unusual.

I was more concerned with the peace and purity within spirit. I am not defined by what I do and do not do with my body, but I am identified by the spirit within me that inspires what I do and do not do with the temple that I live in.

My circumstance feels completely natural and suitable to the individual that I am.

The spirit has brought to me a peace, comfort, and joy unlike no other.

There are undoubtedly times that are hard, life is not easy. Even though, God is there, he permeates through the negativity to rejuvenate the positivity.

Let that power shine, and rest abundantly in the light that sustains.

The Body Is A Temple: Body, Mind And Spirit

The sun was out today. I had a delicious bowl of raisin bran cereal, three bananas, five tangerines, and a full cup of refreshing cold soymilk for breakfast.

From the time I was a preteen I was dedicated to eating right. It became a way of life that only enhanced and grew even stronger as I became an adult.

It feels good to maintain a balanced diet within accordance to my own bodily constitution, and to take well care of my health as best I can. It is just a natural part of who I am.

Everything starts with the mind and how we view the world and the situations around us. I was predisposed to be led by spirit, an essence that took me to my inner being to manifest a more enriching path of life.

How we treat our bodies can affect us spiritually, as well as physically and mentally. There is a purposeful intertwine. A healthy spirit will not tolerate any impurities of any kind. It is a thrive that is meant to survive properly. Suitable to the force where the drive is inherited.

We are not to abuse the temples that we live in with harsh drugs/chemicals or anything else unethical and inappropriate.

I do not know what I am going to have for dinner. I have not decided yet. My taste buds will let me know later.

 

At Home: Nice Quiet Dinner, Peaceful Rest

It was cloudy and damp when I first went out yesterday. Then eventually, it began to rain later on though the temperature was kind of nice, it wasn’t cold, felt almost like spring from the layers of clothing I had on-even with snow still occupying the ground from the last snowfall we had.

When I arrived home, I put away my groceries from the shopping I had did and prepared me something to eat.

First, I made my aunt tuna fish. It was a request she made along with some crackers. She had spotted the items the moment she noticed them stacked up inside the bag. I had asked her to help me carry up some of the groceries once I made it home.

Afterward, I ate a delicious plate of onion rings. I had not eaten anything all day.

It continued to rain on through the late night into the wee hours of the morning and I slept calmly to the sounds of the drops hitting against my window pane.

 

Monday Errands: Taking Care Of Business

Yesterday afternoon I headed out to the post office to find that it was closed. Then I went directly across the street to the bank to find out that establishment was also closed.

Right away, after I noticed the gates locked at the post office, I figured the bank was probably closed too but headed over there anyway.

I immediately said to myself, “It must be a holiday”. So, I took out my smartphone and swiped over to my calendar app. And sure, enough it was president’s day.

Luckily for me, the post office and bank were just a few blocks away from my home, conveniently within walking distance. I did not lose out by wasting a trip on bus fare.

Nevertheless, I hopped on the next bus to take me to the nearest check cashier within my area, which also did not cost me to lose out since the place was in the shopping center where the supermarket was located. I had planned to pick up some groceries afterwards, fortunately everything worked in my favor without me going through a hassle.

Thank the good Lord for his providing of ways and ordering of steps.

At Peace: A Good Decision

Ever since I ceased from one-on-one discipleship/bible study with the pastor where I attended church I feel relieved and at peace.

I will still visit the church, but I do not intend to spend individual sessions of discussion with him ever again.

There are certain people who do not have the faculty to decipher the specific elements of spiritual essence and endowment. It goes over their head, beyond their ability to grasp, especially if they have not experienced a particular matter.

The Holy Spirit will continue to guide, advise, warn, and keep us safe, and others who are within the church who may be a snag or problem to us are no exception from being alerted or protected against.

A Very Best Friend

I had always considered my mother and my deceased dog “Brandie” of seventeen years to have been two of my very best friends here on the entire planet.

There is another friend I have come to know as a best friend. One who sticks closer to me than any other ever could or would. I had known him for years, ever since I was a child, but did not know or realize the depth of the relationship that had developed between us.

While I had often misinterpreted and misunderstand this individual and his character he ultimately interpreted and understood me, and was always very patient and compassionate toward me when I did not even recognize it.

This individual gave me my space to discover, learn and to grow through each of my circumstances and situations. Though he gave me room to figure out things, he was always near within reach, never to leave me out from his presence.

Now that my eyes are open to see clearer, my mind is receptive to the fact that the friend I once thought of as indifferent outside of me, was actually the constant companion who lived ever so benevolently inside of me.

This friend’s name is Jesus and he literally lives inside of me and he is not going away because he promised not to. And, this friend of mine, unlike others, does not tell any lies. So, if he makes any type of statement, I can definitely rely on whatever claim is made by him.

Jesus is a very good friend of mine who loves me more than my mother or dog, or anyone else is capable of loving and caring for me, and that is phenomenal.

He is there for me at any moment of the day when I need or want to talk. There is never a time when he is unavailable or not in the mood to hear or listen to my voice and concerns.

He carries me when I am unable to walk and he holds me up when feel like I am going to fall. He knows me better than I know myself and he knows where to lead me when I don’t know where to go.

I can depend on him and I do.

I surrender to Jesus because I want him to lead me and guide me through life. As a true friend who has the extraordinary heart of a parent and beloved pet who both love unconditionally, I know that I can entrust my entire being into his supervision and care.

Oh, what a wonderful friend that I have in my Lord Jesus, one who is genuine and true. A very best friend to the end-which in return will be my true new beginning.

Spending Time With God: The Power Of The Lord

The name of the Lord is very powerful. When I call on the name Jesus he never fails to come.

The devil will run instantly at the sound of his name. Peace will come immediately by the faith in his name.

I have experienced these realities all too personally and can readily, boldly, and joyfully give testimony to each and every tale of power that came from the result of believing and acting on the name of Jesus Christ.

In the morning, evening, and afternoon I consult with the Lord. I speak to him even if it is just to say, “Hi”. I tell God how I feel, ask him what he thinks about things I am unsure of, or I just explain to him how I feel.

The Lord does not ignore me either because I seek him with all of my heart. God knows our true intentions. He often answers me in a number of ways. One fashion is through my thoughts. As one of the Lord’s sheep, I do know his voice and I listen to him.

The closer we are to God the deeper he reveals and displays himself to us and significantly within our lives.

It is wonderful to know that we can turn to the Lord for any and everything. He is consistent and will not waver in providing for all our essential needs and humble desires.

It brings me great comfort to immerse myself in God’s word when I read through scripture and biblically inspired content. It enlivens the holy spirit within me, giving a literal warmth, and consoling grasp to my body. I feel a nice soothe from the spirit. A connection in harmony with being fed wholesome.

The best meal to taste is the one where we consume the word of the Lord. I eat and drink of it relaxed in bed, spending moments or even hours sometimes earnestly gathering instruction and knowledge before going to sleep.

Engaging in a relationship with God brings such fulfillment and a greater hope.

 

Heavy Workloads: Duties And Commute

Within the current field I work in there included quite a few roads of both convenient, and inconvenient, local and minor distant travel.

For seven years straight I have been a healthcare professional. Before then, and during my present area of employment I have also had multiple occupations within retail.

I have worked two jobs at a time holding a daytime position at one establishment and an overnight position at another.

I have traveled every day from my hometown of Queens, New York through New Jersey to upstate New York in Rockland County.

I have traveled every day or night to Manhattan and Westchester County.

I have worked Queens, Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Long Island. I have been to numerous locations all around the city. I have been almost everywhere.

I learned to travel at an early age. My mother use to take me along with her to places all the time. I watched and learned from then. When I branched out on my own during my teens, I already knew how to go from here to there and I had a natural sense of direction as so did my mother.

What I like and have liked about most of my jobs is that I had the fortunate advantage to work independently under my supervisors. There have been assignments that included teamwork and that is great too, especially when co-workers are responsible, capable and behave professionally. However, co-workers are not always dependable, sufficient or cooperative.

I had lead roles where I worked alone and took on and mastered different tasks and functions. I totally enjoyed all of my responsibilities, they were more like fun to me than mere work, and I excelled within all of them. I was like the “energizer bunny“! I just kept going and going.

I had problems and incidents with jealous coworkers yet the incidents did not deter me or interfere with my obligations. I was unbothered and paid their shenanigans no attention. I, of course, stood up for myself and even reported some of them when necessary. I was not afraid of anyone at any of my workplaces.

When I look back, I see how much I rip and ran throughout the years, not only for heading out to work but to taking care of personal business as well. Yes, I maintained a busy pace.

I once took my mother with me on one of the Coach USA buses, I used to catch either on the George Washington bridge or at the Port Authority bus terminal, depending on how I felt like going on any particular day, to pick up my paycheck from Palisades, New York when I worked on a special unit at a facility caring for Alzheimer and Dementia clients.

I thought it would be nice for her to get out and see a different scenery. She very well enjoyed the visit but conveyed to me when she partook in the commute from our bus-ride in queens to two train rides, a long walk underground in the train station through a long tunnel to then catch the thirty-minute bus-ride to our destination, “I would not do this every day”.

I could not blame her at all for her comment. I myself do not even understand how I did it or all of the other things I had done, and was capable of doing them without slacking off. Also, to mention, I was always very punctual, getting to my jobs ahead of time even!

I Will Always Be Her Baby: Protective Parent

I think it was in 2019 when my mother accompanied me to Brooklyn to take care of some business.

I have worked in Brooklyn, New York a few times and an agency I once worked for was headquartered down there.

Before that particular time period, I had traveled to Brooklyn when I occasionally had to during my early adulthood, and so on.

Brooklyn is not the best area but it is not the worst either, however, I prefer not to go there if I do not have to.

So anyway, in 2019 when I had to go handle an affair my mother would not let me go alone. I was forty-four years old at the time but this woman refused to let me head down to this area by myself. My heart was greatly warmed.

Of, course, my mother knew the certain routes of Brooklyn and other places. She was a busy traveler in her days too.

No matter how old we get we will always receive the solicitous regard of our thoughtful and concerned parents.

Even while out running an errand in our neighborhood I would get phone calls from my mom checking to see if I was alright or what was taking me so long to return home.

It is all so cute and endearing.

Messages From The Lord: Childhood Memories

When I was around nine years of age, I remember a piercing dream that I had at the time. I was an extremely sensitive (very intuitive/spiritually inclined) child back then, keenly intelligent and highly aware. I was in-tuned to my surroundings whether physical or spiritual.

This was no ordinary dream; within the vision my mother had passed away and I was at her gravesite burial. The idea of my mother dying or being dead at that early time in my life was both heartbreaking and earth-shattering. Yes, quite traumatic and momentous. I could not have imagined life without her. It would have destroyed me so young because I loved her tremendously and we had a special bond.

In the morning, when I awoke from the dream, the emotional residue from what I had encountered lingered with me a bit. Soon I realized that my mother was not actually going to die, however, I was being divinely guided with discipline. God was using a devastating example to teach me a very valuable lesson.

The training behind the reprimand was to have more appreciation for my mother. The Lord’s act was warranted, and even at that age of nine it was appropriate and I understood. There were times when I was not being considerate and showing an unjustifiable attitude toward my mom due to whatever was going on within me.

I told my mother about the dream afterwards because I shared everything with her. She agreed with me about the message I received. I took the instruction from God appreciatively as I appreciated the warning and I indeed appreciated my mom all the more.

The Lord’s correction was done purely out his righteousness, and for his abundant love and compassion for my mother. I am so grateful that he also loved me enough to discipline me and show me where I was wrong. God used a significant tactic, the projection of how precious it was to respect and to value the presence of my mother in my life.

My mother had informed to me later in life that she prayed to the Lord when I was a baby to allow her to live long enough to see me able to become an adult, able to take care of myself. She didn’t ever want me to be mistreated or without the necessities of survival just like any exceptional mother who would lay down their life for their child would not.

God generously granted my mother her request and gave us very long years together. She was able to see me fend for myself, and her too, within the process. I am thankful to the Lord for giving me enough wonderful time with such a dear and loving mother. There are so many in life who didn’t get the chance or opportunity to grow up with a parent due to losing them early on in life.

My heart goes out to all who have experienced this unfortunate circumstance in life. It is important to treasure what matters most within our lives and live each day within recognition of each blessing.

Healthy And Homemade: Popcorn Snack

The vegan lifestyle is very suitable for me. For over thirty-three years I have maintained a healthy balanced diet. I have been even more cautious of what I eat since last spring.

I consume less oils, salt (which I do not cook with at all) and I stopped eating products with, or loaded with added sugar.

One of my favorite natural and very healthy grains to snack on is popcorn. I always pop my own organic non-GMO brands that I purchase regularly.

Since I learned how to air-pop popcorn kernels in a non-stick pot I eat popcorn more frequently. There was a time I would pop the kernels in olive oil but now I can eat my popcorn as often as I want to without having to consume too much oil in my diet.

The high nutritional value of plain air-popped popcorn goes far up without the use of things like oils/butter, salt, cheeses and other toppings or dressings that people add on for enhanced flavor.

To me, popcorn popped and eaten in its natural state is totally delicious. The yellow popcorn tastes better to me than the white although I love them both.

Love Letter To Mom

My mother was a major influence in my world she made a huge impact on my life. Where would I be without the love, attention, and teaching that she gave to me?

Her and I were both smart academically, talented and gifted spiritually, able to learn on our own, to be self-taught without anyone having to train or to inform to us the certain significant matters of life and society. The Lord created us the perfect match for one another.

God played a solid role within my mother’s growth and maintenance. She told me he did a lot for her.

My mother went through a lot from an early age. I wonder how she came through so sufficiently to then endure further hardships with family and other jealous and troubled folk all the while continuing to be a phenomenal mother to me.

Aside from I recognizing God himself proving to be extremely faithful in most of our life circumstances, my mother is the reason I am able to put my hope and trust within the Lord.

Thank you, mommy, for teaching me to pray as a little girl. Thank you, mommy, for all those years of being there for me, always believing in me, always encouraging me. Thank you for being someone I could deeply and genuinely admire, look up to, respect and love ultimately.

Your sense of humor was out of this world, we both cracked each other up. You were funny without trying to be, you had that natural knack for inciting laughter. I get my gaiety from you.

I loved the fondness and ear that we had for different types of music and all of the moments we enjoyed together listening and jamming to the beats. The gospel music you used to play for years was also very inspiring and still motivates me to this very day.

I am so honored and glad that I was born to you, I could not have asked for a better parent. You deserve all the best reward for everything that you have done for me and other undeserving people, and for all that you had to go through in this crazy, twisted world we call a society.

I love you so much, the love you gave to me was untouchable. No one but God can surpass it. Your love highly contributed to my strength, self-worth, and security. You kept me full, never lacking or needing anything other than the nurturing I was supplied with.

I am a survivor, a complete woman due to the fierce and selfless woman in you. Mom, you sacrificed yourself as a true mother does always putting me first.

You were never last to me. You are my number one. The best woman I ever knew. You are my best friend, you and Brandie! Forever, and ever, and ever.

I love you.

 

The Loves Of My Life

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. -Psalm 139:13

I’m not at all ashamed to say that the only ones whom I truly, dearly and completely (wholeheartedly) loved out of my entire household was my mother and my dog (Brandie).

They were, still are, and always will be the loves of my life.

God blessed me with them and he blessed them with me. God made no mistake in placing each one of us into our lives together. We were all made for one another.

You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,  as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. -Psalm 139:15

I wonder how I was so lucky to have such loving and beautiful individuals not only to cross my paths, but to be the innermost part of me through a family relation.

You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.Every moment was laid out  before a single day had passed. -Psalm 139:16

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!

I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me! -Psalm 139:17-18

I remember when I had wanted another puppy so badly as a young child after my very first one was cruelly given away by my grandmother. Two or three years later my mother took me to adopt Brandie, and she was perfect.

It was worth the wait through all of my impatience as God provided us with an exceptional pet. His plan was perfect!

I am very grateful and thankful for my mother and dog and all of the great years we enjoyed. Our bond is extremely special and forever cherished. God had made us three uniquely compatible.

Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes. -Ephesians 1:4

 

In The Word: Spiritual Food (The Bread Of Life)

I enjoy spending time at home alone in the quiet of my room reading my bible.

I have quite a few bibles and devotional books that I pleasantly delve into.

I have a New King James version, a Tyndale New Living translation, Crossway English Standard New Testament version, Crossway English Standard Old Testament version which is a Scripture Journal: Old Testament set of individual books, and the Septuagint Orthodox Study Bible (Ancient Faith Special Edition).

My devotionals and other scriptural literatures that I have are also wonderful books of good quality and content.

In addition to my collection of books inspired by the word of God, I have online devotionals and biblical passages sent to me by email. It is a great and convenient way to access the bible and scriptural inspired literature at any time, especially while out on the go.

I myself have been inspired by God himself to express and spread his word through my own true experience, knowledge and natural talent of writing, and it is a delight.

As I am led by the Holy Spirit I get excited to write the messages that naturally flow out through me.

I’ve always been invoked by spirit to write, however, now it is along with the intent of sharing The Good News Of The Gospel as well.

Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, Moses didn’t give you bread from heaven. My Father did. And now he offers you the true bread from heaven. The true bread of God is the one who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” -John 6:32-33

 

 

“Sir,” they said, “give us that bread every day.”
Jesus replied, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry again. Whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. -John 6:34-35

 

“Yes, I am the bread of life! Your ancestors ate manna in the wilderness, but they all died.  -John 6:48-49

I am the true bread that came down from heaven. Anyone who eats this bread will not die as your ancestors did (even though they ate the manna) but will live forever.” -John 6:58

 

 

 

Thanksgiving

I remember as a child and growing up how my mother would always prepare big holiday meals every year whether it was for Thanksgiving, Christmas or a little something extra during Easter season.

Holiday events are celebrated with the enjoyment of delicious food and drink, however, the festivities represent more than just the indulgence of eating a lavish satisfying dinner.

Thanksgiving is coming up and I am just thankful in itself.

I am thankful for everything that I am blessed with, and everything that I have ever been blessed with.

God has truly been very good to me and toward my family. When I look back on my life and where I’m at today I see just how many times he’s been there for me and how he never let me fall down to severely hurt myself.

I was fortunate to escape being damaged in anyway.

Like a loving parent, God prevented a lot of accidents and abrasions from occurring and stopped a lot of ruptures before they could start.

God has always been right there to catch me just in time to steer me back on my feet to stand upright and walk steadily in his grace.

Thank you Lord- latoyalawrence

 

Rainy Day

I awoke this morning feeling really good energy around me. The weather was cloudy and rainy so I enjoyed my stay in bed longer as the mood had set for a day of cozy relaxation.

During the afternoon, the sun made a slight effort to come out yet failed. It is now evening and still the weather is cloudy, the hint of rain in the air, ready to pour down again.

I liked the ambience of the day at home.

Th environment indoors didn’t give off a dampness feel just one of still and calmness.

The environment outdoors was a different story.

It was quite breezy and brisk from the motion of the leaves and the gusts of the wind.

I ate some delicious vegan vanilla ice cream to hold me before I made dinner and turned in early to continue to relax on this cozy rainy night.

 

A Dream

I had a dream last night informing me of some beneficial information. It’s wonderful to receive vital and helpful messages through celestial means.

Whether through visions, thoughts, feelings, telepathy, dreams and other modes of faculty it is very important to pay close attention to the details and sensations that are intangibly revealed.

 

 

Indulging In My Dinner

I made shrimp and rice last night for dinner. This is the third time this month I prepared this combination meal and I enjoy my dinner every time I eat it.

I love good food and it’s so important to do what makes one happy even if it is something minor.

I missed the discount this week for the bags of French fries that I wanted to purchase as today is the last day of the sale. Perhaps the discount will be extended, or I’ll just have to wait until the next time.

Nevertheless, I’m going to look into it along with my favorite boxes of vegan pizza.

 

 

 

A Client Update

I heard from the man who I wrote about in the post “A Client Of Mine“. The last time I’d seen him was some time during last November 2019.

When I spoke to him about a month ago he told me that he hadn’t expected to hear from me.

I still had his cellphone number stored in my contacts.

In all honesty, I hadn’t ever planned on calling him but something inspired me to do so.

He told me that since December of last year he’d been all over the place shipped from here to there, and that now he was temporarily staying at a rehab center awaiting to be put into an assistant living facility.

He had a few health concerns but otherwise he was feeling good and doing fine, especially because he was finally away from his miserable wife.

She eventually came to live back at their apartment-the apartment that originally belonged to him.

He told me that he was glad to have heard from me and to keep in touch.

 

Off Into The New Year: Into The Universe I Go

I don’t put my faith within others, but within myself, as no one knows me better than I know myself.

I spent Christmas Eve, Christmas day, New Year’s Eve, and New Year’s day at work earning that holiday pay.

Christmas is just another day to me as I stopped celebrating the festivity when I was twelve years of age.

The days and evenings went nice, quiet, and productive.

My new year has already started off to my liking. I continue to succeed at whatever I do because I am a conqueror who is full of wisdom, strength, and confidence.

Once I put my mind to something no one and nothing can stop me.

My new year will be another new beginning to the many chapters of my unique spiritual and earthly life.

 

Sunday Morning Milkshakes/Sunday Afternoon Popcorn/Sunday Evening Fun: Quality Time At Home

My favorite days within and around my work day or night schedules have always been payday and my days off. Those days to enjoy the rewards of labor, and to relax in comfort.

I love having my space and reveling within my natural confidence and independence.

I am a loner who is never lonely.

As I love to be alone I don’t need, or desire, the constant company of others.

I love my food and living the very healthy lifestyle I’ve lived since my early youth. I love my entertainment and individual recreational preferences.

Yesterday I made two delicious vegan vanilla milkshakes and popped yummy🍿white popcorn kernels.

I watched an old episode of  “The Virginian”, one of my old favorite classic television shows.

I then watched a good suspense flick.

Later on within the evening, around eight o’clock p.m., I was all set to watch my Sunday night noirs.

I started off with a black and white film titled “Please Murder Me”, a 1956 movie which starred Angela Lansbury and Raymond Burr, the film was great.

I tried my hardest to stay up to view the following noirs, however, as I laid propped so comfortably upon a pillow I fell fast asleep into the clutches of a much needed long rest.

 

 

 

A Client Of Mine

A client of mine who I’ve worked with for the last past three months is having a really hard time right now as he is miserable, depressed, and feeling that his life has significantly fallen apart.

He’s a Jewish man who lives on the upper west side in Manhattan, New York.

He is a retired lawyer whose second wife ruined the income that he’d worked a lifetime for through her gold-digging, envious, and bitter ways.

I asked him why he had gotten together and married her within the first place. He acknowledged to me that she had pushed herself on him, and while he at the time thought with the “head” between his legs instead of the “head” of his brain, he’d made a drastic mistake that could not be reversed.

He also said he thought his second wife might eventually become different within her personality through out their courtship together. And that he’d hand out money to her to keep things harmonious between them when he realized she wasn’t going to change.

My client did admit to me that he’d not always been a good husband toward her, and that he’d put her through some harsh times.

Of course, there is much more to the story.

It’s sad for him to be in this situation at such the old age of his late eighties.

He married this woman who is in her early eighties, which this is also her second marriage, twenty years ago and they both are unhappy with one another.

I’ve heard both her side of the story, and his. She told me this relationship is her second “bad marriage”.

She also told me and whoever else would listen that she use to date the original owner of Whole Foods Corporation before he made it big but that she didn’t like the suspenders he use to wear as part of his apparel decades ago.

“Aren’t I stupid?” She said to me. “I could have been Mrs. Whole Foods”.

She recently moved out and he covers all of her expenses due to a court appointed financial agreement assigned between the two far before this recent circumstance of her departure arose.

The only income she has is a small social security check. He has been her primary financial rock, and as he told me, “She thinks I’m rich”.

He already left one to three million to her in stocks and bonds. The rest he left for his one and only son, yet she wanted those funds also. “He has too much in his life already”, she told him, speaking of his son. “I’m entitled because I’m your wife”.

My client asked me my opinion. I told him that his son should come first because that is his beloved child and nothing is ever too much for him if he feels he deserves it.

My client told me that he totally agreed with my words, and that he just needed some encouragement, and that he was glad that I shared the same viewpoint in which he also did in regard to the situation.

In general, I don’t understand how anyone could or would let someone take or manipulate them into giving them the money that they’ve worked so earnestly for, or in which they were entitled to, through whatever means.

I especially don’t understand one being so weak or susceptible through any mechanism exercised by the opposite sex whether it be through lust, attraction, and/or emotion, or head games.

 

Aura

I appreciate the vibe from the universe and am thankful to the powers that be for never allowing me to lose who I genuinely am, I have too much vigor inside to not have the light of my true being shine.

I awoke upbeat and with good energy all this past week, I had a wonderful time everday on my job, and I had an excellent outcome of events altogether on the forefront.

The weekend has gone nice, quiet, and peaceful as usual, the essence of “spirit” is all around me.

 

Mr Monroe: The Early 1980’s

It would be during the summer months of nice and beautiful sunny weather, early in the morning, when an elder neighbor who lived four doors down from me toward the corner house, would call me over to his home to share the finest quality chocolate candy with me.

I’d walk my seven, eight, or nine year old body over inside of his gate to sit on the stoop across from him and we’d both eat a delicious chunk of thick chocolate bars that he’d generously offer to me from time to time.

I was the only child on our block who he would do this with, and the occurrence was always totally innocent.

He fortunately wasn’t a dirty old man.

He never spoke or tried anything out of the way with me. He never invited me inside of his home we’d just hang outside for a few minutes to eat chocolate and talk.

Then, I’d be on my way to play.

He was just a nice old man who viewed me as a good little girl and I thought his gestures were altogether very kind.

Each time he’d call me over to share candy I’d go back and tell my mom later on within the day.

She thought the gestures were nice and cute too.

His name was Mr Monroe and it was in the early eighties when growing up as a child was better and more exciting compared to growing up now within this day and age.

The Grapevine

I am a straight up type of person as I speak the truth, whatever I have to say about a person I’ll tell them to their face, I have been known for my blunt and bold approach.

Nobody messes with me!

I never cared or worried about rumors and reputation my distinct character always stood out and spoke for itself.

Of course, individuals perceive and misconceive notions about others, in general, however, no one is defined by another person’s conjectures or lies.

People lie and talk about other people everyday.

People have constantly told lies on me all through out my life, gossip is a hot topic for those who are jealous, bitter, miserable, and who have no true fulfillment radiating within their life.

Most people who talk to such an extent don’t know what they are talking about.

Other people’s bullshit is usually a reflection of their own insecurities, tendencies, and susceptibilities. The instances have absolutely nothing to do with the other person on the receiving end.

The grapevine is a long line of history and travel in which goes back and forth to nowhere again, circulated stories of unproven reports, doubtful truths, and uncertain events.

I’d never lose any sleep or laughter over the stupidity of others, I’m far too intelligent and productive for that.

Black Magic/Voodoo/Witchcraft And The Spiritually Inclined

People came at me with black magic/voodoo/witchcraft when I was just seven to eight years of age.

One would have to be severely malicious to go after an innocent child.

However, I wasn’t any ordinary child, born with extrasensory perception, an advanced intellect, and an extremely strong will and spirit, I was a triple threat among morbidly twisted individuals.

My mother was in her twenties at the time as we were both targeted for being who we were, for our capacities, and for what we was able to do and to achieve.

We had also come from a very good loving family that others wanted to destroy so they had gotten to the few relatives who measured within their low-grade category.

These adversaries didn’t know or weren’t aware about the other upstanding and exceptional members of my family who lived and resided within numerous boroughs and within distant locations.

My additional relatives were top notch people and there were a vast maternal clan of them. I can attest and give account to their significant existence.

I am a proud descendant of my wonderful family tree.

We all have a few tattered branches, and withered leaves, that break off and that fall to the side for the wind to blow away from time to time. It’s just an unfortunate fact of life.

Sometimes the environment removes the toxic parts of an element in order to not taint or to contaminate the whole entire aspect. Nature has a way of keeping an atmosphere healthy and productive.

As a spiritually inclined individual who was highly sensitive within intuitive faculty, I was able to feel what was going on around me without being mentally or emotionally affected by the situation.

Black magic/voodoo/witchcraft never had any serious effect on my mind.

When adversaries realize the technique of “weakening the senses” is not conquering their target, they resort to a paranormal strategy to work on the emotions.

Anyone with heavy empathic ability “feels” to the core.

So if black magic/voodoo/witchcraft is used to deceive and to manipulate one through unnatural sensation to influence one’s thought process the instance may, or will, inevitably be felt.

Yet, the occurrence itself, is definitely not the same incident as actual domination, and it does not mean the black magic/voodoo/witchcraft is working on the individual target.

As highly spiritually inclined people, we get messages through the feelings that we intensely feel, and when someone directs negativity toward us we can pick up on the energy, and we are able to discern the circumstance without necessarily coming under the influence of the condition.

Black magic/voodoo/witchcraft has the ability to operate around us without maneuvering within our surrounding area, or personal space, especially when we have protection, a strong spirit, and a robust energy.

In specific cases, black magic/voodoo/witchcraft directed toward us spiritually inclined people will automatically backfire, depending on who we are, the intent, and the advantage celestially framing one.

Instead of us being compelled by what we are not receptive to our innate state of repulsion at the experience counteracts to paranormally repel all of the negativity.

 

The True Gender Of A Distinguished Female

Ignorant and insecure men will accuse a female of trying to be like a man when she does not display the stereotypical characteristics of the women they and society have become fondly accustomed to.

In actuality, I by birth have never been the average type of female or the stereotypical version.

Who said, and where does it come from, that women who seem to think like men, or who are not emotional, or who have sex with no emotional attachment are trying to be like men?

Where did it come from that these traits or behaviors are strictly men related? I was born this way, have always been this way, and know other females who are this way.

Only twisted people reflect in this manner.

No matter what gender anyone is they have the right to be and to express who they are without bias, criticism, and backlash from egotistical and inadequate other people.

I was born a female, and I am proud to be a girl, a lady and a woman.

I was not meant to be with a man it is not within my nature to be attracted to, to love, to desire, or to copulate with any male out of pleasure, or out of affection. And I am not a lesbian.

There are certain men who also feel this way about and toward women, and that is perfectly fine.

I’m not talking about hatred of any kind I’m talking about natural inborn tendency.

I am asexual.

I am whole and complete as an individual, confident and secure, uninhibited and unabashed.

I, of course, don’t represent all females as we come in all variety, inherent nature, and preference.

However, I epitomize what a genuine female is as I am a real girl, lady, and woman.

A female is not defined by a standard that is believed to be or a standard of what one should be. A female is defined by the strength and the depth of her true mind and spirit.

 

Esoteric: Hidden Knowledge

I definitely have spirit guides/guardians and a mystical energy watching over me continuously, and if or when I need to reach out to them, they always come through for me within the most wonderful and generous of ways.

The situation is indeed extraordinary.

There is a higher power out within the universe other than what most people are aware of and accustomed to, I know this for a fact.

The explanation and solution to the many criptic unanswered questions in regards to the laws and circumstances of life, barged upon through the usual objectionable authority figures, and deity.

I’ve seen the vision, I’ve felt the energy, and I’ve experienced the communication.

Aside from legitimate ethereal encounters my logic, reasoning, and keen understanding had made the revelation obvious to me for a very long time now.

I know and believe in a force which has consistently proven to be trustworthy.

Of, course, there is so much unknown, yet enough known for me to put my faith into, and to hang in with.

I can honestly attest to events in which contradict the orthodox views, beliefs, and practices of society and government in general.

I’ve reigned as one who belonged within the unconventional category since the beginning of my existence here on earth, therefore, I wouldn’t be a stranger to an anomalous form of divinity who remains to be obscure.

In fact, I welcome the essence with open arms. The connection I feel is deeply rooted and profound, a further emancipation to the heart, mind, and soul of my innate state of being.

I have an intrinsic link to my higher power and to the mystical things that surround.

 

 

The Purpose Of The Caul

The Purpose Of The Caul, By Miss LaToya Lawrence

A lot of people don’t really know or understand what it actually means to be born with a caul.

One cannot learn through the internet, books, or word of mouth the depths of preternatural capacity and experience, people chiefly speculate, imagine, or merely rationalize within the lengths in which their minds will allow them to decipher.

Sure, we can share our stories and accounts, yet only individuals birthed under these special circumstances have true insight and understanding into the mysteries of our nature.

Anyone who doubts a person of the caul’s words of truth in regard to the instances of happenings that have, or that is able to take place, is either very naive or lacking in knowledge to the spiritual aspects surrounding our very existence.

Some of us can’t even explain why supernatural encounters occur to the extent that they do when effecting us within certain situations.

Nevertheless, the events teach us the extra layers to ourselves, and how our particular individual gifts work, and operate.

As we learn, we become more familiar and aware within life as well as within ourselves, because our propensities are who we are, inclination is our dominant feature, and within our attributed paranormal inherits, the condition addresses our whole entire state of being emphatically.

As a child, or adult of the caul, we tend to be very intellectually advanced individuals who often like, or who often prefer, to keep to themselves.

We keenly sense what is going on with other people and incidents as we connect to energy and to the vibes interacting within life force and within the ethereal sphere of the universe.

We are more connected to spirit than we are to the earth we physically live on. Our bodies reside here for a destined period of time, though, our hearts and minds abide and reflect the spiritual plane in which our souls originally manifested from.

One born of the caul usually gains wisdom and knowledge through the innate abilities incorporated to them by birth.

We are fed specific information through the energy we receive and pick up as we absorb vibration instantly, we process within mental faculty as well, and use both in conjunction to extrasensory radar such as precognition, clairvoyance, psychometry, and telepathy.

We are intuitively sensitive to a high degree, often engulfed, bombarded, or overwhelmed by the life concerning sensations that are instinctively interpreted and involuntarily felt.

We are a highlighted sample of creation in an example to the transcendental power that is within creation.

The meaning and purpose of one born of the caul is distinctive, pertaining to their own celestial path, preordained by genuine divine essence.

 

Child Of The Caul

The distinct novel of the caul is told by, to, and about, those supernaturally. So to whom it may concern, the energy will  automatically resonate.

What is read from the title down to each and every paragraph is an autobiographical chronicle, chronicling the autobiography of a life not published for a mainstream audience.

As one born of the caul the experience is an individual chapter into the pages of a book  written especially for the author.

It’s controversial when the lessons and so called facts taught and explained within society is highly contradicted by the mysteries of the unknown.

Connections through out the universe and outer scope are closer linked than one would imagine.

Vibration has a tendency to envelope us within the reality of truth in a way that allows our senses to remarkably interpret the things we intangibly hear, see, taste, feel, know, and inevitably discern.

In the instance of serious preternatural faculty the capacity is not measured by who’s life story one is able to look into or not look into, it is measured by the degree as to where, and how far one is able to view, and to look into life, and into creation.

I can account, and attest to the gravity in which a true caul birth holds, and denotes.

The sense of one having existed before or already having a familiarity with the encounters and the experiences within life on this plane or beyond is the connection and revelation to a life force and energy reflecting back to one’s very own actual state of being.

The circumstance of encompassing intense spiritual propensity is not only a connection to the otherworldly, it is the essence of life itself, to literally walk in spirit.

There is so much more to the nature of being born with a caul than just seeing visions and intuitively delving into the past, present, and future, through extra sensory perceptive ability.

We must heed and follow in accordance to the instruction and guidance within the knowledge naturally learned and granted to us through extraordinary faculty.

Yes, it is who some of us are, but it is also, what some of us are also liable for, due to the nature of the fortunate advantage we were born under.

To possess extreme spiritual propensity is a deep spiritual responsibility.

Brown Skin: I Was Never A Colorstruck Type Of Person

I was never fazed about yellow skin or light colored eyes like many in the black community were.

It went on within the Hispanic community too, how they favored the fairer skin in comparison to the bronze.

It made no sense to me.

I don’t have a light complexion, or a dark complexion, I am a very nice shade of medium brown.

I have always been comfortable in my own brown skin since childhood and never understood the conflict and color problem among other African American individuals.

I never defined a person’s attractiveness or self worth based on a skin tone.

It is not color that denotes physical beauty it is the structure and design of facial features in which appeal to the eye, and the inner beauty of a person’s soul and character, that appeal to the heart and to the mind of those with genuine depth.

Most importantly, and above all, one should be pleased and satisfied with one’s own self and appearance, regardless of anyone else’s opinion, or train of thought.

Self confidence comes with self love, and self approval comes with self acceptance.

The true beauty and richness in color are the shades authentically painted from a brush stroked by the hands of someone who truly loves and believes in them self even if or when nobody else does.

Make-up and types of cosmetics was another thing I never understood and something I never desired to wear.

I believe in being totally natural I could never imagine covering myself up with unnatural coloring that brings out another form of negative shade toward one’s self image.

I know some wear make-up as an enhancement because they feel they look good, though to some, It promotes the idea of not looking good enough.

When one is secure there is no need to hide behind a cover, you’d want to show off your true color.

All shades come in beautiful packages.

 

 

 

 

Paper Dolls

I have a lot of fond memories of my childhood growing up, and playing with my Barbies, and Paper Dolls, was high on the list.

I could not have imagined life without Barbie, and all the fun that came with playing in the world I created for her through my elaborate ideas.

I had plenty of Barbie accessories to indulge in during my inspired activities, and many hours spent enjoying the sport of bringing invention into origination.

The Paper Dolls were equally intriguing, holding a firm grasp onto my studious attention, while stimulating my broad streak of talent and vision.

Our childhood fun was more than just preoccupied enjoyment it was educational as well as recreational to the ever advanced and developing mind, no matter what kind of toy or item we had engagement within.

It was’t necessarily an object soley itself to encourage, but the fostering of our own faculty in which brought out the depth within our ability to analyze and to determine.

I had Barbie/Mattel brand Paper Dolls as well as some really cute other brands that shared a similarity to the likeness of Barbie.

The fancy cut outs would come with sectional and stylishly designed cardboard sets that came in the form of soda shops, bedrooms, ice cream parlors, and other lifestyle scenery to highlight, and to promote a realistic appeal that further stimulated the imagination.

Paper Dolls we’re also a great motivator for young children who we’re inspired to become fashion designers, or architects who sketched and drawed out outlines, and masterminded construction plans.

Insecure People

It all starts within the home.

I had and was given so much love and attention at home that I never sort out to find love elsewhere.

Love made me confident, love made me strong, love made me secure, and no one can take away what was instilled in me from the beginning.

I have a very high self esteem and I am very sure of myself I have never desired, needed, or looked for social acceptance or validation from anyone.

I don’t understand people who do.

I don’t like people who reflect their own insecurities and negativities onto me, and onto others who exude a genuine and a positive self image, and attitude.

Those whose self esteem is so low that they interpret self assurance and strong sense of self as being full of oneself is all too self-telling.

It seems that some who are unable to reach a secure level of self worth and self value within themselves are more apt or prone to devalue the value in which others actually have for themselves.

Insecure individuals who self doubt, have doubt within others, only because they don’t believe the possibilities in others, that are impossible for them.

 

 

I Worked At The Home Of Gwyneth Paltrow’s Relative Once

In between retail jobs, I’ve worked as a care manager as well as a companion to many wealthy people through very reputable private agencies, for years.

I’ve come across many fascinating people/clients and individuals who were on my level of knowledge, and high energetic vibration.

I’ve also come across working within the most gorgeous and beautiful homes, and establishments with the most welcoming and hospitable reception, generously offered unto me by those who I professionally serviced.

There are a lot of good people in the world and one’s that I connected to, and flourished around.

I’ve met and been within the households of famous people, too.

One lady client of mine was a retired judge who’s husband was the first cousin to Gwyneth Paltrow’s father.

I saw the actresses younger pictures on the shelves of the home, and I had inquired to the care manager who worked the twelve hour day shift if that was Gwen in the photos, her facial features were quite distinctive and obvious to me even though her hair was in it’s natural uncolored state.

This particular overnight case in which I had undertook involved using a special lock, key, and code in order to enter into the premises.

I had to travel far out into the island three or four days a week but I enjoyed the environment and the delightful experience of my versatile job.

This retired judge had an extravagant view of the ocean from the glass doors and windows of a comfortable lounging room, and across from the oceans were more luxurious homes.

I use to watch the sunset come up and watch the pretty white swans float back and forth in the early morning of the day. It was so nice to see and to take in, all of the beauty and the serenity.

I, of course, made a recording of the entire scene with my smartphone at the time to show and to share with my mother when I returned back home.

 

 

Crocheting And Crafting: Some Of My Favorite Pastimes

I was nine or ten years of age when my great-grandmother first taught me how to crochet. At the time, I didn’t have the patience to learn to knit.

My great-grandmother use to design clothes for my mother’s dolls when she was a youngster, and when I was a baby, my mother knitted and crocheted beautiful blankets to adorn me in.

My mother also made lovely patterns and clothing with her sewing machine from the age of fifteen on up.

As a person with innovative ideas I was always extremely creative, having a natural flair to invent and to express.

I’ve indulged in an array of arts and crafts which I took great pleasure within and that occupied my time.

I enjoyed cross stitch, lanyard, and painting. I even constructed my own plaque at a workshop when I was fourteen years of age.

I sawed off a large piece of wood, sanded the surface to smooth out the texture, I then engraved words onto the wood, and polished the finishing touches out with shellac.

My mother kept the plaque hung upon her bedroom wall for years.

Talent and skill is big in my family, especially among some of us in particular. I know it is in my blood, as well as within my heart and soul to produce.

After all, I come from a maternal family of business owners who self made and who self asserted themselves.

I am an entrepreneur deep inside.

The little girl who caught on instantly to the fun and styles that attract the attention, and the vast interest within those who love to form and to design through the various and colorful materials of yarn, is the woman today who still likes to crochet until her finger burns, and gets tired from looping.

I love all the different type of hooked needles, combining the different type variety of threads, the different type of stitches, and the elaborate fashions of tedious yet challenging sets of needlework.

 

Baby On Her Feet

After my mother gave birth to me she didn’t want to have anymore children, and I’m glad to be an only child.

My mother invested a lot of time and energy into caring for me and raising me, and she did a spectacular job.

I can’t believe all of the effort and patience my mother had, she was a natural, my mother championed parenthood.

After having gone through so much as a child herself, and taking on the certain responsibilities of her own mother by practically raising her baby sister, my mother deserved much credit.

Although she took on duties that were not her obligations my mother still had a reasonable childhood and healthy upbringing thanks to her resilient spirit and solicitous other family members.

As it is a priority for a loving parent to nurture and to protect their child, the one most important thing my mother told me that she desired when I was an infant and a toddler, was to live to see me grow up and be able to fend for myself.

My mother wanted me to reach into adulthood safely and individually established.

My mother had gotten her wish, and even better than what she hoped for under our particular set of circumstances which came to test us every now and then through the discontentment of unsavory people who envied our lifestyle, and relationship together.

I turned out good, and enduring, all the way through.

For a while, during my mid teenage years, I wondered how things within life would be once I entered into my twenties, and my experience was also even better than what I had myself expected.

My mother and I had divine intervention looking out and watching over us. We beat the obstacles negative people tried to set before us.

I have a beautiful wish for my mother that I’d like her and I to both live to see develop, and eventually happen.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

A Rainy And Cloudy Day In Manhattan, New York/My Snapshots

Photo by LaToya Lawrence- I took this snapshot this afternoon In Manhattan, New York

When I arrived to Manhattan before 9.am. this morning it was raining.

The precipitation felt good, though, the drops weren’t coming down too hard at all it was refreshing.

By the time I was on my way home during the afternoon the rain had stopped completely yet the sky remained cloudy.

As I walked along the streets I took a few photos with my smartphone.

I brought my mother home a very healthy sandwich that contained chicken, tomato, garlic, kale, roasted onion and mozzarella heated on hero bread.

She told me how good the sandwich was and I was glad she enjoyed it.

Photo by LaToya Lawrence- I took this snapshot this afternoon In Manhattan, New York

 

A “Lady” Is Not “Truly” Defined By Her Sexual History

 

In my opinion, sexual intercourse is a stupid act as I consider a man and his penis totally undesirable.

Nevertheless, I am a very intelligent and logical open-minded woman who knows there are a lot of females who are interested in men and sex, or who may just use men for sex whether they want to have a child or they may just want to get their kicks off.

I can still elaborate common sense to a subject in which makes no sense.

I don’t care what anyone does with their lives or with their bodies as it is of no concern to me, in spite of that fact, as a societal issue and as a woman/lady myself I am inspired to express on this subject.

I’m not at all saying that attitudes will ever change, but that I, and I am quite sure many others, absolutely do not hold these same attitudes.

Bullshit like this pisses me off so I just had to speak on it. Sexual acts and nothing else soley lowers an individual’s status simply because they are a woman? I don’t give a fuck what anyone says or thinks!

I use to hate when some people thought years ago because I didn’t indulge in sex that it meant I was “saving myself” for a husband or that it meant I was “moral”. All this bullshit way of thinking all because of how I wasn’t using my vagina.

If I was having sex what would it have meant?

My body and what I didn’t or did do with it had nothing to do with my worth or dignity as a woman as my body is not for any man or for anyone to define.

I am so proud to have been born a strong, intelligent female/woman who was not brainwashed or easily influenced and I dare anyone to define to me what womanhood means or is all about.

As I’ve mentioned a while back, my mother listens to the radio sometimes, or just about everyday in the morning, and Steve Harvey spoke on a Strawberry Letter segment that someone wrote in about in regard to a thirty-two year old woman bartender who uses her job to pick up guys in their twenties because the guys her age can’t keep up with her sexually.

It was also mentioned within the letter as to there being a double standard when it comes to the sexual prowess of men and women.

So Steve elaborated on the letter and the double standard claim, acknowledging how the double standard has been out for centuries, and that it is not going to change.

Then he brought up about how his father explained to his sister when they were younger that as a female she wouldn’t be able to do what a man does (have sex with multiple people/men) and still be considered a lady. Yet, a man that has sex with multiple woman will always be considered a man, regardless.

Of course, I’ve heard and have been aware of this type of mentality among society, however, the notion has always been one of the dumbest and most illogical things in which I’ve ever heard.

This is the reason certain ignorant and jackass men think they can ruin a woman’s reputation if they get mad at her and/or if she doesn’t want him and he gets rejected by her. It gives these men a false sense of power.

There are dumb women who fall for the nonsense also and develop a toxic mindset.

Some men just want to stop certain women from being sexually liberated due to their inability of not being able to handle or to accept the kind of women who have no true feelings or emotional attachment to them.

It is only to feed into their ridiculous egos, a lack of knowledge into the configuration of particular women, or the bias and corny so called traditional values inhabiting them and society.

All women who have sex with multiple people are not whores. It depends on the nature of the situation and the mentality of the woman.

A woman who is hooked on a penis and who needs and desires it constantly, now that is a whore, whether the woman is married or single with one man, or has been with millions of them.

A man who is promiscuous is not looked upon as anyone or anything worthwhile within my eyes. There is no difference, and to me, for men, it is much worse because it really shows a weakness on their part if they are so hung up on a vagina and need sex the way they do. It speaks volumes about a man’s mind and character, and not within a good or respectable way.

If “nature” is the pathetic excuse for why many or most men are so lustful and get aroused so easily it just goes to show and prove that they are indeed the weaker sex.

I know there are plenty of weak women out in the world but women are generally stronger than men emotionally, anyway, I knew that ever since childhood.

I grew up within a family full of strong women so I know for a fact.

My Kitchen: Spiritual Preparations

All of my concoctions stem from the authentic seasonings bestowed to me by the manufacturing hands of the universe.

A pinch here, and a dash there, the aroma is fresh, and the recipe, intangible. -Miss LaToya

I was automatically initiated into the priesthood by birthrights as I was born with a caul, and a natural inherent occult power (energy).

I don’t do or believe in animal sacrifice and I don’t do or follow satanic practices.

I live, cleanse, and heal through the utilization of herbs, fruit, vegetables, vitamins and through the instruction, guidance and purity of spirit.

Essence essentially nurtures and protects and leads into continuous enlightenment and elevation.

I operate strictly within my own alignment unto the universe. I have firsthand knowledge and first rate experience.

I interact with air, earth, fire, and water, the four elements of nature, the life of elemental factors.

Tuned in, at higher consciousness, force and vibration. 

I am in connection to the intermediaries and to the line of maternal lineage: my phenomenal Orishas, and my astounding and incredible Ancestors.

I am the real deal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

1975 Cult Classic

When I first heard this past Friday that Peter Fonda died I immediately said to myself “Aw”, and I thought about how great a role he played in my favorite cult film classic Race With The Devil.

The movie came out in 1975 the year I was born.

I became aware of the movie in the early 1980’s and had always remembered the film. It was so well acted and entertaining, and till this day, in my opinion, still holds up and maintains its thrill.

There was nothing corny or phony about the movie.

I literally searched to view Race With The Devil again during my adulthood a few years ago. I didn’t stop until I found out where to get the film and I watched it twice in one night.

A relative and I enjoyed the flick to the fullest.

The entire cast did a fine job portraying the eerie characters in which they did throughout every scene and it was one of those cult movies with legitimate storyline and a haunting appeal. Hollywood doesn’t make films of this quality anymore.

I’m so glad I grew up within a time where I could appreciate such a terrific classic that I’ll continue to love and never forget.

I also enjoyed a 1966 film titled The Chase which starred Peter Fonda’s sister Jane Fonda along with Marlon Brando, Angie Dickinson, Robert Duvall, Robert Redford, and E.G. Marshall.

I love old classic flims.

 

Walnuts: Nutritious Yet Not So Good For Me

I love peanuts, cashews, pecans, walnuts, and sunflower seeds. However, walnuts are the one and only out of the group in which I cannot eat as I get terrible back pain after consumption of them.

Aside from walnuts having a great taste that highly appeals to me they are also very nutritious. As a child I was able to eat these type of nuts continuously without a problem. I must had developed an allergenic reaction from walnuts over the following years or they just no longer agreed with my body chemistry. I was about sixteen when I first experienced any unfavorable response.

I tried once again when I reached adulthood to see if my body was able to tolerate the constitutes of walnuts. I was not successful at my attempt and disappointed at how I would never possibly be able to take pleasure indulging in what use to be one of my favorite nuts to crack open and devour.

Wardrobe: Dressing In Style

As a child, my mother always kept me clean and very well-dressed. I constantly had the latest clothes and footwear if it had appealed to me.

During my teenage years my mother use to offer to buy me any type of clothing that I wanted just as long as she could afford to purchase the items at a reasonable price, however, I’d usually refuse her generosity when it came to buying apparel as I wasn’t interested in fashion. I was more preoccupied with food and health. So my mom would get me the type of things I liked to eat since I was growing up strictly vegan at that specific time.

My mother sometimes would hassle with me to get extra clothes when we’d go out shopping together, but, I didn’t want them. I never went without, though, I had brand new stuff stored away for years before I eventually wore them. I wasn’t the average teenager and I never gave my mother any problems that is why she was enthusiastic to give me things. She considered me to be a good kid who never wanted anything or ever bugged her about anything.

My mother loved to dress ever since she herself was a teen and she owned a lot of extremely nice apparel. I had good taste and dressed nice too but I wasn’t into clothing the way my mom was. There was plenty of people who were struck with admiration and jealous of her clothes, and fancy style of dress, whether she wore casual or eventful gear. A few of our neighbors would either ask to borrow certain items of my mother’s wardrobe or they’d attempt to put together outfits of their own to duplicate.

It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I guess so.

 

 

Music In The Home: The Rhythm Of Life

There was always music within my household. I’m listening to gorgeous tunes right now at low volume as I write.

My mother made sure I had my own Walkman, Record Player, Organ, Boom Box, and giant set of Headphones as a child growing up.

My mother enjoyed listening to her own complete stereo system that included the tall speakers in which she’d blast.

I have other relatives who adored music and some were even talented within the skills of writing notes and playing musical instruments professionally.

We had loads of albums, cassette tapes, and CDs to engage in as we loved all types of music from soft rock, pop, jazz, rhythm and blues, particular rap, alternative, gospel, and whatever sounded good to the ears.

 

She, Her, My Dog: An Abundant Spirit

 

Puppies and dogs are special. Many of them have psychic capacity, extra ordinary instinct and intuition, the power to help and to heal, and a very strong connection unto spirit. Their existence is vital.

The moment she was first placed within my arms I felt an instant connection. She was so calm and still, her body didn’t flinch a bit.

She was content in my little arms. We were both young and just about to start the rest of our innocent lives together.

When I first brought her into my home I did everything I was supposed to do. I gave her the dewormer medicine the veterinarian gave to me, then checked her stool which never manifested any parasites, and she never had any type of worms through out her whole entire lifespan.

I gave to her everyday her ear medication as I rubbed the cream inside of her ears so that they would successfully heal from the infection the shelter told me she had, and they did.

My seven to eight week old puppy was in the best of hands. My ten year old mind was ahead, and on top of it all.

I fed her everyday, trained her, played with her, talked to her, comforted her, took her almost everywhere with me, and let her sleep in my bed.

We were the best of friends and one day when I was older she let me know just how close-knit we actually were and she was able to show me our neverending ties to one another. We had a way of communication that spoke louder than words.

I gave her plenty of my love and she was included as a member of the family and treated the most benevolently by everybody in the home as well. Yet she genuinely knew who she was celestially sent to and why she was here.

I was told how good I had taken care of my dog for the seventeen years that I was blessed with her. She was treated as an individual who had her own mind, who had her own feelings, who had her own wants, and who had her own specific needs. And she reacted accordingly, often excelling within the faculties of what one would have expected and I nurtured those attributes and talents she bestowed from within.

Environment was very important to my dog she was happy, very affectionate, loyal, intelligent, highly intuitive, and very observant of her surroundings.

She didn’t like conflict or disharmony and she was provided an atmosphere in where she could productively take in nature, where she could flourish, and where she could enjoy her peace.

She generated and exuded an energy that was magnetic, her aura was full of light. Her state of being was remarkable and her existence was magnificent.

Pizza And Pasta

When I get my paycheck one of the first things I spend my earnings on is food

I love pizza and I love spaghetti. I eat vegan/vegetarian styles of my favorite preparations.

I like lasagna and ziti too.

Throw in some macaroni and cheese and we can have a party, a festive event within my succulent dishes.

As a Taurean, one of our specialties are quality and good food.

Cook me up a meal to satisfy my belly and my belly will yell out “bellissimo!”

So beautiful to the stomach.

My favorite foods happen to abide on the starchy side. Luckily I haven’t ever been at risk for diabetes I do break down those type of foods with healthy oils, fruits, and vegetables.

A lot of the time the process of cooking will reduce the amount of starch intake.

From potatoes to rice to breads, I love the food in which contains the starch, nevertheless.

The Year 1983: Monopoly, Movies, Meals, And Mom

When I was eight years old my mother and I got up one day and headed to an area of queens village where we use to shop at, eat at, go to the movies at, and frequent a favorite discount store of ours.

We use to go out all of the time.

On this particular day we stopped off at the discount store and purchased me the original board game Monopoly.

Then we headed to Burger King where she got her a whopper and me a whopper junior with fries.

Then we headed to the movie theater.

The year was 1983 and Scarface with Al Pacino was showing as the film had just came out. Back then, at that particular time, the movie theaters use to show double features.

Scarface was about three hours long and such a good movie that the whole entire audience stayed to see it a second time because also back then nobody had to pay an additional fee to watch a film over again.

Everyone sat through a boring hour and a half long movie until Scarface replayed on the screen. So all of us within the theater sat for approximately seven an a half to eights hours.

After viewing Scarface for the second time my mother and I took a cab home. We arrived at our house around one am in the morning.

Instead of going to sleep my mother stayed up and taught me how to play the board game Monopoly in which she had bought for me earlier the day before.

I had thought the gesture was so nice and we played until I understood and got the hang of the game.

Such a fond memory of the love, care, and fun my mother shared and displayed to me.

We always had activities to occupy our attention.

Another game my mother was enthusiastic about teaching me to play was the board game Life (The Game Of Life).

Oh, we had delightful pastimes.

 

A Day In Manhattan, New York: My Snapshots

My old stomping ground

Photo by LaToya Lawrence- My own photo I took with my smartphone this morning in Manhattan

I took a trip into the city (Manhattan) today to take care of some business and on the way back home I walked around to enjoy the beautiful weather and to take in the scenery before I caught the train.

At one time in my life I wanted to live in Manhattan I use to travel there frequently to eat at the fancy indoor and outdoor restaurants, to shop, and to go to my job when I worked over that way.

When my family originally came up from Virginia during the 1940’s or 1950’s they resided within Manhattan before some of them spread about to other states and locations.

Photo by LaToya Lawrence- My own photo I took with my smartphone this morning in Manhattan

My mother herself was born and raised in the city.

As I walked through the streets this morning I snapped a few photos with my smartphone of water falls and lounging spots, I love these type of cozy views.

I also happened to come to a corner where I noticed a section of a street barricaded and blocked off while policemen stood around armed with automatic weapons.

I looked up then realized why.

I had came upon Trump Towers on my path throughout Manhattan. I hadn’t been toward that direction in a while.

Photo by LaToya Lawrence- My own photo I took with my smartphone this morning in Manhattan

 

Energy: Well Wishes

My energy within the universe.

I have noticed ever since I was a youngster that I’ve constantly gotten the things in which I had desired.

It wasn’t the bratty type of situation whereas I had to have everything that I wanted.

It was private thoughts of certain wishes.

The majority of the desires were granted to me no matter how soon or how long it may have taken for me to receive my requests.

Till this day I still get the things I want as well as the things in which I also need.

 

 

 

 

 

Blessings In Disguise

I’ve always been a free and bubbly spirit, strong and Independent, smart and confident.

Everything I achieved I’ve done on my own no one helped me to get where I’m at as I took the initiative and never accepted or needed any handouts and I am proud of myself.

Since I was in my early twenties just like a lot of young women do around that age I desired to have my own home and to live by myself.

I wasn’t exactly denied the preference. Sometimes life doesn’t give one what they want at the cost of vacating another.

My leaving a shared nest is not necessarily abandoning certain family members depending on the intention. Of course, it’s completely normal and healthy to desire to spread one’s wings and to live a life of their own.

Yet when a loved one may need us life may intercede at what can seem like a burden until we are compensated in ways that operate on the behalf of both parties when the situation is just and commendable.

We learn to accept within specific conditions and make allowances in which turn out to benefit one another at the same time maintaining an independence and individual mode of living.

When we’re decent and good, the universe recognizes, and rewards us special blessings.

Parents: Forever Thankful And Grateful

When people do right by me I always remember them and I will have their back, as I am loyal, genuine, and solid.

When people do wrong by me I always remember them and those people better watch their back, as I am trustworthy, authentic, and vile. – Miss LaToya

For a lot of us our parents are the first people we bond with when we enter into this life.

Some of us have good experiences with our folks and some of us have bad experiences with them.

Fortunately, I was exceptionally well taken care of by my mother, especially under the circumstances and burdens in which she was put through by unsavory individuals and the unnatural trials of life (Witchcraft/Black Magic).

Through out it all and no matter what occurred nothing ever prevented her from being an excellent mother to her child.

I’ll never forget how well I was taken care of and how much I was loved and respected by my very own mother as a child on up until the present and the regard goes a long way.

My mother can always count on me to be in her corner and to always look out for her and not out of obligation but out of an enormous appreciation.

 

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

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 would it be wise to summarize that their generosity of being helpful was done a long time ago so I’ll just forget about it and not be considerate enough to return a good deed?

Hell, no.

So why should dirt done by others be forgotten about? One doesn’t have to dwell on a situation and can go on with their life without making a truce.

If one was foolish enough to actually mend ties, depending on the circumstance, they’d just be going back to the exact situation as before, only worse.

Usually it is the ones who caused the trouble to begin with who are eager to want bygones to be bygones.

I usually say bye and be gone.

Nobody is hurt by them and nobody cares about them, people who feel the way we do don’t even be thinking about these other people so obviously it is them who cannot move on.

My Orisha Oshun And My Orisha Elegba: Their Precious Gifts Unto Me

Oshun’s waters flow out to me and Elegba’s doors open up before me.

The presence of my Orishas are both piercing and extremely plausible.

What a pleasant circumstance to be surrounded by.

In a dream, Oshun showed me the security of my prosperous career, given to me by her, and fiercely guarded and protected by her.

In a dream, Elegba showed me the security of my luxurious home, given to me by him, and fiercely guarded and protected by him.

 

Botanica Shop: Spells, Rituals, Spiritual Work, Spiritual Supplies

Earlier this year, I was traveling back home from running an errand, and I decided from where I was located to take a convenient bus ride that would leave me within a reasonable distance from a Botanica store that I use to frequent.

So, from there, I went and headed to my destination. I wanted to pick up a few candles.

While I waited on line to purchase my items I observed a woman who had her young son present, being helped by a staff member who worked inside of the Botanica store.

One of the women staff was aiding the customer within the specifics of a voodoo/black magic ritual.

I watched the woman hand over a few hundreds of dollars for the spell and for the materials to go along with the voodoo/black magic ritual.

The staff member behind the counter told the woman how to write her lover’s name over parchment paper, and how to put certain things inside of his sneakers/shoes, to control his attitude toward her.

From what I heard through the customer and staff member’s discussion, the woman’s boyfriend was cheating on her with another woman while also treating her with savage disrespect, and taking money from her, to support and entertain his other woman.

Why would anyone want to continue on in a relationship with someone who would behave so rudely and cruel toward them?

Then, go through the length of spending volumes of money, in which should be used for a constructive purpose, in a desperate attempt to deceptively change that person, and to manipulate both of their situations by trying out voodoo/black magic?

I could not imagine wasting any of my time or money on such an absurd circumstance. However, I’m a logical and reasonable individual.

As a genuinely spiritually inclined woman myself who was born with the gifts of extra sensory perception, and an authentic natural power of occult, I’d never use any of my faculties in such an irresponsible or irreverent way.

In doing any type of spiritual work one should operate on a rational and justifiable basis.

Their essence must include knowledge and foresight within judgment in accordance to the nature and origin of one’s own spirituality as well as to the aspects of their own state of being.

Connecting to the universe on unaligned and unbalanced grounds serves no relevance unto the purpose of significant manifestation.

When one intends to further delve into a condition with the intent to endure an intention that was not right to begin with,  the outward result never ends up as what was intended.

When spiritual work is done in harmony to the tune of a melody sung within rhythm to the beat, each of our notes play to the music, creating a sound for us to energetically dance to.

When I consult my Orisha Elegba/Eleggua the lyrics consistently speak volume, and his  splendid album never scratches or skips off track, the needle to the phonograph is constantly on point.

Mammogram: The Spirit Is Stronger Than Cancer/Disease

I just had my very first mammogram two months ago.

My primary care physician had suggested for me to get one years ago when I first entered my forties as a routine precaution.

I don’t know of anyone in my family to have ever had breast cancer and aside from there being no history of it within the lives of my relatives I never had any personal concern in regard to the issue.

I know bloodline is not a definite factor and that anyone can be at risk for breast cancer under particular circumstances in which may not always be known or explained, nevertheless, I don’t consider breast cancer a threat to me.

My test results came back normal as I expected.

I know the thought of going through biopsies, treatments, having a mastectomy, or the possibilities of an impending death is a grave matter for a lot of women and one that could be stressful and exhausting.

Yet, still and all, if I was diagnosed with the disease I would handle the situation in an entirely different fashion.

When it was suspected I had a malignant growth on one of my ovaries during my teenage years up into early adulthood I wasn’t fazed by the instance.

I had already sensed and knew I had a mass before the doctors came to know and before I went through all of the radiology testing and procedures I had undergone.

My mother at one point in her life had ovarian cancer and was lucky enough to defeat and survive it so I had a good idea of what was going on within my body with the pain and discomfort. I wasn’t afraid or mentally or emotionally troubled by the experience at all.

I didn’t care, and I’m still here.

I am a very spiritual and spiritually inclined individual by nature I was never meant to fall fatally ill and die from any disease, it just wasn’t in my destiny.

The power of healing is a very legitimate condition as I know my spirit, body, and mind is much stronger than an attack or threat of any foul disease.

I have already been put to the test.

Early Morning Snack

I just got finished not too long ago eating a portion of cornbread that I prepared after midnight.

In fact, I’ve ate cornbread everyday last week in addition to my evening meals.

I hadn’t eaten anything at all yesterday but I did eat the day before on Saturday before I indulged in the tasks of my creative works.

I began Saturday evening after I had my dinner and was up until after 2am Sunday morning finishing up an artistic project.

I continued on around 10 or 11am later Sunday morning after I awoke picking up from where I had left off.

I finished early later within the afternoon.

Once I get started on one of my creative works my attention is totally focused and I stay occupied until the missions are completed.

I enjoy tasking and allowing my innovative ideas to flow. It comes easy to me yet at the same time it’s a lot of hard work as I’m very thorough and sort of a perfectionist. I like being my own boss and exercising the creative side of my talents while maintaining a work from home gig when I’m not working out in the field and have free time to spare.

Unbreakable: A Strong Mind Cannot Be Broken

When the spirit is strong and the mind is pure no amount of insalubrity can tarnish its ravishing essence- miss latoya

When my mother, Patricia Lawrence, was twelve years of age she won the top spelling bee of her whole entire school, not of her class, the entire school.

She was awarded a gold pen in front of the school auditorium in recognition for her achievement.

When I was eight years of age the same circumstance occurred upon my life. I received a gold pen for being one of the top best readers within the entire school, not just in my classroom, but out of the whole entire school as well.

I also received a gold pen directly in front of my entire school auditorium.

I was never uncertain about myself and genuine people in my corner have constantly believed in me.

I’m proud of those in particular who are naturally incorporated with various faculty it is inspiring and wonderful. I like to see deserving people succeed.

When we’re very young a lot of us know what we’re good at and what we are capable of doing and proceed on within pursuing or accomplishing the goals in which spark our interests.

It is vital to never abandon the gifts and talents we are born with and to never allow anyone to cause any type of discouragement, or self doubt within oneself, to do so would be ludicrous.

Especially, when one knows better.

There are envious people in life who’ll come around to call us the opposite of who we are, and who will attempt to deviously persuade us to believe we don’t have the capabilities that we indeed do surely possess, all because they do not share within our beautiful spotlight and they just want to pull us all down.

They not only endeavor to cause us to question or doubt our abilities, but our character as well.

It is a head game in which only works on weak-minded individuals.

A strong-minded individual never let’s anyone steer them into a direction leading toward a false reality.

It is illogical for a strong-minded individual to listens to lies in which our truths have innately revealed, and already defined.

Our paths are open, our steps are ordered to move consistently, take the prizes granted unto us, and create a personal self fulfilled destiny and prosperity.

Continue to sail forward and be fierce!

Osteoarthritis: Physical Therapy

 

Through out life many of us have put a lot of wear and tear on our bodies.

I’ve been very active doing plenty of heavy lifting and bending within my personal and professional activities.

Strenuous movements if done with the proper body mechanics at the correct pace also exercise the muscles, however, performing tasks which over exert the body to cause unnecessary strain and pressure may be harmful if or when not proceeding with caution.

Accidents and injuries are often the results of minor or major aches and pains, depending on the extent of the predicament.

With most of us a little wear and tear is natural over time and we may develop osteoarthritis.

It also helps to eat and intake nutritious anti inflammatory foods, herbs, and vitamin supplements as they are very beneficial in the restoration and maintenance of specific bodily tissues and functions.

Physical therapy is also helpful, though, an appointment every once a week to get a message and penetrating rub down is not effective at all, not in my opinion, as the procedure did absolutely nothing for me in relieving my discomfort.

One would need a therapeutic treatment everyday consecutively in order to heal and improve dramatically.

Not to mention the cost of such clinical visits if one is not covered by medical insurance or has to pay out of pocket.

I refused to waste my time and medical coverage on sessions that weren’t serving any purpose.

We can purchase our own massaging and therapeutic gadgets and equipment to aid within the process of bodily repair and pamper.

For extreme symptoms of a condition one should, of course, remain under the close supervision of a medical professional in case there is need for pain medication and/or further radiology testing.

 

At Home: A Description Of Me And My Homelife

 

I love the comforts of home, especially after a day or night at the job, depending on the shift I worked.

I enjoy the life I have.

I’m asexual, I don’t want or desire any man, I am very happily single, I don’t have or want any children, I don’t deal with unsavory people and individuals who I don’t care to be bothered with, I can come and go as I please, I have peace of mind, and I live an extremely healthy lifestyle.

I’m smart, confident, strong, independent, spiritual, kind, loving, and ultimately fond of puppies and dogs. These attributes all contribute to my longevity and ability to survive and maintain as I can get through anything in life.

I’ve already made it through the challenging periods still in tact. Anything else to come will be halted and handled by divine intervention.

I’m not an emotional type of person though I’m very passionate and energetic I love my space as I don’t like to intermingle too much. I’m very particular with whom I associate myself with if I do give certain people the time of day.

I am a loner, yet very far from lonely,  or being alone. I have my loved ones around me and those who have my back.

When I’m at home I love to relax. I delight within preparing and cooking my favorite foods, listening to good music, preferably tunes from when music was “real music”, not the shit predominately recorded now.

I love to read books, play and have fun with pets (I don’t have a canine at the moment), look at suspenseful movies and television programs.

I also have a lot of creative hobbies In which I take pleasure in.

My zodiac sign is Taurus and we love our homes.

 

 

 

Healthcare Jobs

 

I’ve seen and heard a lot within life in general, however, working as a caregiver within the healthcare field one gets to see an additional variety of tragic situations.

When I went to work I did my job then left to go home. I never got attached to anyone of my clients and I never dealt with any of the coworkers.

It was just another job to me as I purely communicated on a professional level.

I didn’t take work home with me and I didn’t bring anything from home to work. Neither one had anything to do with the other.

Once I got home, the job was all forgotten about, except for anticipating pay day!

All I desired to do was to relax and enjoy the peace and contentment within my own life.

There was one thing I kept in mind from working in healthcare, though, and that was the misfortune in other people’s realities.

After encountering all of the people I have along with their families and observing the predicaments surrounding them I realized just how fortunate and lucky I really was and have been.

I’ve looked at all of the mental and physical afflictions and personal problems that plagued these people and would never want to undergo any of their conditions.

Everyone I’ve came into contact with wasn’t in a bad way. The ones who were suffered tremendously all struggling within their own ailments and life circumstances.

As one behind the scenes I got to see everything from a raw angle. I knew what really went on in some of the hospitals and assisted living facilities with corrupt staff as well as in the homes of these clients with no good family members.

A few of the clients themselves weren’t any good either and what they’ve done in life could’ve made them end up the way they are now.

On this path I’ve also met quite a few nice people along with their families who had treated me very well and who were very hospitable and generous toward me.

They made me feel so comfortable and welcomed and I had provided great care for their loved ones.

 

 

 

 

 

Motivational Speaker

I was told more than once by certain people that I should become and would do well as a motivational speaker.

I honestly had never gave the idea any thought.

I was also told by a few I’d do very well in psychology yet I did at one time actually give thought to my capacity and potential within the study and science of the mind and personality before anyone had mentioned the suggestion to me.

Psychology comes naturally to me as I’ve always analyzed people and situations and if I had chose that path I would have made a darn good psychologist.

I am a very open minded individual with a heightened ability to perceive, and I also logically know, and understand, there is more to behavior and ways of thinking than what is widely generalized and categorized.

I do have great communication and interpersonal skills, however, I don’t think within the fashions of average society and some take my words or expressions in the incorrect way.

I have a very strong and unique mindset in which many never understood, though, people who are on the same wavelength do relate and harmonize with me.

We all have our own differences, nevertheless, sometimes a fresh or unusual viewpoint or revelation can be interesting, inspiring, and invigorating.

 

Innovative Style: Spirit Mode

There are many who don’t get hired for a specific job due to their over qualifications while many are employed within jobs in which they are over qualified to be working.

Many also desire to venture out into their own establishments and conduct businesses of their very own.

Where it may seem impossible, there can be ways made in order to ultimately break through, if one is steadfast and celestially aligned within the universe.

Anyone with the proper funds are able to open up a business. The question is can they sufficiently operate and run a solid business? Do they have what it takes to prosper and to maintain?

A lot of business undertakings do not last and investments fall hard, leaving entrepreneurs within a hole.

Although no pursuit is guaranteed when vibration is within balance and in correspondence to one’s destiny circumstance no longer falls into risk the situation becomes concrete.

I know to listen to the inner voice of wisdom and spirit. When those celestial stars begin to open up, the force will inevitably instruct one to, go for it!

 

Envious And Jealous People

Jealousy and envy is very real and it is a very ugly emotion and thing in which causes discontentment and resentment within certain individuals towards others.

Have you ever had positive situations going for you and those in particular attempted to spoil the advantages?

It happens all of the time with many of us who are productive and who are able to flourish.

People are ready and are often on standby looking to prevent and to tarnish the prospects of opportunity as they don’t like to see others succeed and get ahead.

The most important thing to do is to always stay aware, keep up at having a genuine sense of self, purpose, and foundation.

Continue to revel within your own personal happiness, peace, and determination to proceed forward as no one can destroy one’s true inner joy, serenity, and motivation if they are strong within mind and spirit.

Craving

My mother, Patricia, made herself some potato salad earlier today and had fried chicken wings to go along with it.

The meal satisfied her fancy as her preparation turned out just the way she wanted.

She told me her food tasted good.

So my mother and I both prepared two of our own separate meals in which our appetites craved and took pleasure within.

I had an awesome breakfast and she had an amazing lunch.

Simple things like this make us happy and content.

Breakfast And Bed

 

I headed out for work very early yesterday morning. I didn’t have to work this weekend.

This morning before I later headed to the city (Manhattan) I ate a great breakfast.

I had toasted whole wheat bread with non dairy plant based butter spread melted atop of it. I also had apple juice, grits, and soy milk.

My belly was satisfied and got so full that by the time I was riding the train I was ready to doze off as my body wanted to sleep from being fed a well suited meal.

I’m going to get me some real good rest tonight.

 

Spiritual Work: Occult Power

I was born with a caul, a circumstance which also imparted me with a natural inherited occult power, a supernatural energy to generate and to manifest, through the connection within spirit.

I still almost cannot believe myself how the universe generously cooperates with me. It is astounding and I am deeply touched by the condition. A state I’ve experienced since childhood though now to an elevated degree.

The average person would not understand how this intangible process works only a “special person” is able to see into and discern the instance.

We in particular all have our own celestial design.

Every spiritually inclined individual may not be able to pinpoint the exact situation within another, as distinction serves to protect and sustain, however, while they cannot honestly deny the reality they are able to clarify the existence thereof.

 

 

Psychic Eye

As a person born with authentic preternatural capacity It was never “required” for me to read tarot cards, know anyone’s date of birth, see a description of one’s physical appearance, or gather background information in order for me to accurately pick up on their circumstances or personality.

As soon as I hear a person’s voice, hear of them, or notice them I receive intuitive messages, whether these people are near, or afar.

Things will come to me about people who I don’t know, people I have never met, and people who I am not aware exist.

It is all about energy and connection to the universe.

Anything deployed within addition are just tools used to enhance vibration.

Extra sensory perception is just exactly what it is, a “heightened sense of perception beyond the normal faculty of ordinary range”.

Spiritual Advisors

The reality of it all is there really aren’t too many legitimate psychics out there.

The majority of individuals advertising as spiritual advisors have absolutely no spiritual abilities at all.

Most of them are just scam artists who are unable to succeed within life as they don’t have the knowledge or skill to excel anywhere else and often come up with schemes in which to make fast or easy money.

Those very few with true psychic ability who are of upstanding character don’t waste time at trying to take advantage of anyone for money.

They are only interested in earning their funds honestly and with dignity.

Gifted people of this nature usual have multiple faculties and are preoccupied with further developing and utilizing their talents and skills to produce and to accomplish their specific goals and carry out their celestial missions in which bring to them a personal fulfillment and the betterment of self.

Genuine people of “sight” are not led by greed or idle they are led by purity and distinction within spirit.

 

 

Memories

 

When I was about twelve or thirteen I remember these commercials would come on the television advertising one to call up to win prizes through  automated/recorded quizzes.

So I called up the number and I had to choose the right or wrong answer by pushing the dial pads of the touchtone telephone my family owned.

I actually won and received a free coupon to go bowling at Jib Lane Bowling Alley though I never went since I wasn’t interested in the sport.

I began to call quite a few times to see what else I could win, however, most of the time it was the same old prize to Jib Lane as I kept winning the quizzes. I called so often that I discovered through repitition every Wednesday the prize was a dozen of free assorted doughnuts from dunkin donuts.

After I found out the bonus prize I would only call on Wednesday to get me some free doughnuts.

I knew how to beat the quizzes as I had gotten so familiar with the automated system. I was never a dummy and used my intuition to constantly win but after a while I gave it up. It was fun while it had lasted.

I had plenty of Jib Lane post cards mailed out to me to go bowling for free (I didn’t want that shit).

The quiz advertisement was stingy with the free doughnuts I only received a few free dozen coupons compared to all of the ones I had gotten to go to Jib Lane.

When I went to Dunkin Donuts on more than one occasion I was able to pick out any flavor of twelve doughnuts in which I wanted as the coupons stated.

Nowadays, I don’t even eat doughnuts, I haven’t eaten a doughnut in years but those were some cool memories.

 

 

Milkshakes And Pastries: Family Time

When I was a little girl I use to love doughnuts and munchkins.

The pastries were so nice to look at and so delicious to eat. Although I don’t need or desire anything simply because it appears attractive.

Everything in which looks good may not be good or healthy for us all within general.

Nevertheless, when it comes to the enjoyment of certain foods and occasional particular cravings why not indulge if the edibles are prepared with decent and nutrient based ingredients?

Even desserts can be made healthy and we can eat moderate portions or balance out the sweets with other sources of nutrition with foods such as vegetables, fruit, protein, and healthy oils.

An even distribution is key to maintaining healthy levels of what our bodies intake.

I remember when I got older my mother and I use to go to the bakery and I’d buy my cheese danish and I’d get her the black and white cookies that she loved.

She’d also go to the bakery on her own and bring me and her both back our own slices of cheesecakes.

Then, my mother began making her own home-made cheesecake which came out great. And, nowadays we have non dairy cheese cakes available for those of us who live on a vegan or vegetarian diet!

One of my dogs I had years ago loved to drink milk and luckily never had worms (parasites) as a result. She loved milk and Ice cream and she would sit and chill out with me as we both ate delectable batches of oatmeal cookies together. We often did this (eating and snacking with each other) during our times of bonding within our own inviting and “sweet” moments.

I’ve always loved me some milkshakes and I definitely still drink them as well I just use soymilk and non dairy ice cream/frozen desserts.

My favorite type of shake is french vanilla, my mother loves her german chocolate shakes, we’d have a ball engaging within our appetites as we delighted in one another’s company, too.

We’re all entitled to treat ourselves to innocent pleasures.

I also still love certain pastries, cookies, and cakes, they just have to be vegan with natural and non gmo ingredients in order for me to eat them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dinner

I’m into food. One couldn’t tell by looking at me as It seems as if I never gain a pound.

I have a good metabolism and I do a lot of walking and keep active so I burn a lot of energy.

I’m a true taurean at heart, we love good food, we love good music, we like to have a good time, we’re good hard workers, we have good taste, we love the comforts of our homes, and we are good down to earth people.

Not all of us born of this sign fall under the same exact categories as we all have our own individual characteristics, of course. Though,  I am stubborn as hell. Once my mind is made up no one can change it.

I’ve been eating a lot of vegetables lately, I love plant based foods. I make sure to always keep vegetables in the house.

I’ve also been getting enough much needed rest as my jobs have kept me very busy, constantly on the go.

For lunch yesterday, I ate green peas. I usually mix them with corn to dress over my rice dishes, however, I didn’t have anymore rice left.

For dinner last night, I prepared and ate elbow macaroni noodles covered with tomato sauce it was an enjoyable meal which satisfied my appetite.

For lunch today, I had a delicious vanilla shake, apple juice, three organic bananas, and a bag of Lay’s potato chips.

Oh, the bananas were so good!

I love bananas when they’re firm and ripe, I couldn’t stop eating them. And the fruit is also very nutritious.

Tonight for dinner, I’m going to prepare and eat two healthy toasted sandwiches along with some baked corn bread.

Then, I’ll call it a night.

 

 

Teenage Treats

When I was fourteen my mother use to buy me from time to time a tasty vegetable rice meal diced with mushrooms from a diner. The order was kind of expensive due to the food being of quality.

I had first became a vegan/vegetarian between the age of twelve and fourteen and would only eat certain things.

Around twelve and thirteen I’d eat dairy here and there but absolutely no meat. When I was fourteen going on fifteen I became a strict vegan. Then at eighteen, I’d eat a little seafood and poultry but still never any red meat or pork. So once in a while I’d eat a pollo pescetarian diet.

She would also bring me doughnuts and pizza too yet it was of good quality, no junk. We’d always get the good stuff ever since I was little. My mother took well good care of me.

And I am so into taking good care of myself.

Spirit will lead us into healthy modes of living in which is compatible and within accordance to our nature, and evolution.

 

 

 

 

Soap And Water

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 on a steady basis.

I was at one of my jobs, when I worked at Toys R Us, and I noticed one of the managers in a rush to leave out from one of the aisles as he was placing items on a shelf.

He was trying to make a quick getaway as he saw I was approaching over to the area to where he was to finish up the rest of my assignment.

By the time I made it over to the aisle he was gone, however, the strong odor of his funky armpits had stayed to linger on behind.

He didn’t want me to smell him that is why he was in such a hurry to leave out the area before I came over.

Why didn’t he just wash up before he left home for work?

Yes, some people do sweat heavily during tasking and may start to reek, but from what I had smelled by what exuded from his body he hadn’t bathed that day, I could tell.

Some people are within such a rush to get to their job that they’ll skip the process of washing in order to not show up late.

He already could smell himself, he should have known better. Some people start out with a little odor, thinking they may be able to get through the rest of the day until that funk starts to heighten, and to spread.

People have to stop the odor before it starts and control it by remaining sanitary and using a form of deodorant and/or antiperspirant.

There are some who can’t help from having a foul odor as they may unfortunately have a gland problem or defect.

Certain others bodily insides are just rotten from lack of concern for their own personal health ( how they use their constitutions and what they internally put into them) and poor self care (internal bodily neglect).

Underlying circumstances within the body can manifest itself through out ones pores, and so on.

 

 

Recognition

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 to have received was at the age of seven or eight, I was presented a pen in front of my entire school auditorium for being one of the best readers among all the other students.

From then on, I’d constantly receive certificates, awards, and tokens of achievement, whether at school or on my jobs.

Of course, these exhibits of recognition are very nice and enough to make our parents and those who believe within our capacity very proud of us and of our accomplishments.

I just feel praise and awards are just words and objects in which one shouldn’t expect to depend on when it comes to self worth or self value, and going forward to attain one’s aspirations.

Self Value/Self Respect

 

Some people are oblivious to the calculating motives and operation of certain supervisors or person’s within the workplace, and other particular establishments.

I’ve never been anyone’s flunky, or one to kiss anybody’s ass, and I will never start to.

I’m not the type who does anything to keep a job, or the type to accept any form of abuse, or mistreatment,  especially not at the cost of insulting my intelligence and dignity.

I’m too fiery and sensible of a person to be held down and to not realize the additional opportunities out there within the world just waiting for me to reach out and grab them.

All we have to do if or when such an instance occurs is to seek and we shall most definitely find a well suited venture to undertake.

Good Vibrations

Other people’s behavior never affected my accomplishments yet having positive energy around one gives a situation an extra boost.

I’ve been in workplaces occupied by  good employers who treated me right and who strived to be fair.

Work environment is very important although we don’t have control over the negativity that may arise or hover over within the atmosphere of toxic people.

I don’t get involved with rancorous people or frivolous crowds.

I go to work to do my job and not to make friends. I’m civil to coworkers but I keep my distance toward those who my spirit doesn’t take to.

When I have an occupation in which suits me well, regardless of whether or not I really want to be there at the job, to me, it is more like fun than actual work itself.

When one enjoys what they do and are comfortable within their settings it can make all the difference as to how successfully they will perform.

 

 

 

Non Working People

 

To me, having a job doesn’t make a person who they are.

There are people who are employed who are not about anything and who aren’t worth anything, they may have just gotten lucky, or were more fortunate in life than certain others.

Then, there are people who are unemployed who happen to be the most valuable and reasonable people on the planet.

There are many reasons some people don’t have jobs or don’t want to work.

Their grounds are not always on listless, baseless, or negative terms either and they don’t owe anyone any explanations whatsoever.

Unless others have walked in these people’s shoes they shouldn’t be so quick to stomp all over them.

Some people don’t like to constantly be around other people. Some people may see the world within a different light than average or what is usual.

Some people want to be their own boss. Some people want to utilize their own talents within their own ways.

Some people have things going on around them in which may call for them to sort out before they make their significant turn unto their journey.

Some people are dealing with illnesses.

One never knows what’s going on in another person’s life.

I’m not saying this is the case for everyone, of course, there are unmotivated low-life bums who exist only to steal or to mooch off of other decent people.

There are also those who are unable to hold a job and those who are too incompetent to work due to a lack of skills and a lack of proficiency, however, I’m not talking about individuals within this category.

I’m talking about good or okay people who just may have had a case of bad luck, a hard or difficult life, a spiritual dilemma, a celestial arrangement, or they just may have an unconventional outlook where they view things inexplicably but they’re not bad or lazy people and they’ll get whatever they need to get together when the time is right for them.

The universe has a way of design, and, a way of working things out.

Unsupervised Supervisors/The Unfair Advantage

I don’t like it when employers/managers try to take advantage of you because they know you are a good worker.

It’s happened to me a few times.

I had a company I worked for have me fill in for another employee who was supposed to return back to her schedule at day two of me covering her shift, yet she was able to call out again, and I got left hanging for two extra days on the job.

I ended up working four extra days straight or else I would have gotten penalized due to the fact management had no one else to cover for them.

If it was me who had called out like that it would have not been acceptable.

When I tried to get out of it one of the managers told me “No”. And, her excuse was “We can’t get another associate like you and one as good as you for the particular assignment”.

So it was all about making the company look good never mind what I may have had planned on my days off.

I had just finished my own complete weekly schedule immediately prior to getting a call from a manager to fill in for what they claimed would be a two day fill in shift. I accepted to make extra money not to be conveniently “sentenced” to an assignment on account of another employee’s irresponsibility.

I eventually walked out on them I had too much self respect.

I understand when someone can be depended upon and/or does outstanding or exceptional work supervisors tend to heavily rely on them to come through and consider them to be a great representation of their establishment.

However, attempting to use someone who is an asset for one’s own recognition and advancement within the workplace at the cost of depriving the employee of their own fair treatment is highly unethical.

After all, it is the employee doing and putting in all of the work, why not show appreciation by promoting them instead of keeping them in the same position only to benefit from them or because the managers fear their employee will eventually snatch up their job.

I’ve been on jobs where the supervisors didn’t even know what they were doing, they did not have a clue about how to properly do their job or how to manage the establishment, and they had to count on other employees who were under them to show and teach them the certain procedures in which they should have already had experience within, and known, in order to have obtained the positions they were in to begin with.

Many supervisors haven’t earned their way up honestly they were given their jobs either out of favoritism, because they may have had a relative pull some strings for them, or they just knew someone just as corrupt as they were who also abusively used their position to rise up without actually deserving any of their working status.

I’ve  had to phone up the corporate office on more than one of my employers at two of my workplaces within the past, and surely, the supervisors were investigated, and action was taken because I was in the right.

Things don’t always play out so well when contacting headquarters, of course, because there is also plenty of corruption within the corporate offices too.

 

Meal Break

Vegan Seitan Burger With Vegan Cashew Mozzarella-Style Cheese

While I’m on my job I usually do well by not having the urge to eat.

If or when I do get hungry I eat very healthily as I constantly do within my normal day to day life.

As I was never one to pack a lunch,  I have carried granola bars, crackers, peanuts, and bags of chips with me to snack on from time to time. However, for a meal, I’d usually purchase something from the outside.

I’m very particular where I eat from if I purchase or eat at certain places. I prefer to by items in which I can trust are prepared under sanitary conditions and in which are preferable to me within the ingredients if I even decide to buy at all.

I’d usually get frozen desserts, fresh fruit, a freshly made sandwich, and a fresh salad when working at my retail jobs.

I’d stop off at a whole foods to buy hot food or at a grocery store to pick up some bags of fruit, and things I could prepare and heat up, if I worked at one of my health care settings as a caregiver.

It’s hard for me to pick up a quick bite during a lunch or meal break due to the fact I am a vegetarian who doesn’t eat Gmo products, dairy, artificial, and other individual undesirable ingredients.

Already prepared foods don’t always have listed contents beside them or on their packaging except for stores like Whole Foods and certain other markets.

I’ll ask what type of oils or if there are any type of things that I don’t eat prepared within specific dishes yet I may not always get a true answer if one is not sure or one just wants to make a profit for their store.

Hell, we can’t always for certain trust what’s written on a lot of the general labeling, anyhow, as there are sometimes hidden ingredients preserved inside.

Though, it is important to know exactly what is contained within our food products as some people have serious or life-threatening allergic reactions to particular foods.

For The Love Of Dogs

Many puppies and dogs are special by nature.

I had quite a few of these animals within my lifetime and enjoyed every moment of sharing my home with these wonderful creatures.

Ten years after I had to have one of my dogs in which I had for seventeen years euthanized due to arthritis pain (which made her yelp), her hind legs giving out, and the fact she wouldn’t eat any food or urinate and move her bowels under the condition, I adopted another puppy from North Shore Animal League.

It was a female pup who was already paper trained and smart as a whip.

I’ve been fortunate to have certain dogs that stood out from the rest that I’ve had within intelligence, behavior, and intuitive ability.

The dog I had for seventeen years was indeed the most exceptional out of all of them. The second most remarkable was the very first puppy I ever owned when I was at the age of seven or eight.

Dogs have a keen sense of smell and natural instincts in general, however, some just bring to my attention the certain things in particular I’ve happened to take a notice of in regard to them.

One circumstance I recognized was how I would be downstairs in my house all day long working on my computer and the puppy would be upstairs the entire time with other relatives who also occupied the home because she’d never come downstairs.

When I’d finally come upstairs hours later to retreat to bed or to watch television she’d just be her normal quiet self, except when she was in the mood to play.

On the days I’d come home from work I’d be coming through the door and I would hear her upstairs whining in anticipation to greet me.

As soon as I’d reach the bedroom she’d be running towards me and jumping all over me, still whining in excitement.

I’d wonder to myself, how did she know I was out all day and not just downstairs on my computer or doing something else? She’d do the same thing all of the time.

My puppy knew the difference between me being home and not being home regardless of the fact at how long I was out of her sight.

Her reactions showed it all.

I even took notice at when she followed me into the bathroom one day and after I’d opened up the medicine cabinet she was able to see my reflection through the outside cabinet mirror.

She continuously looked back at the mirror and at me, studying the double figures of my likeness, in which she was viewing. She just kept turning her eyes back and forth at what she was seeing.

Our pet canines watch everything we do and they watch everything around us and it is marvelous how quickly they can grasp and pick up on things.

It is so adorable and pleasant to assist them within their stages of learning. Oh, how I love them so.

Those beautiful creatures.

 

A Few Of The Jobs I’ve Had

 

In the past, I’ve worked at JC Penney’s in sales support as head of the hosiery department for one year.

Before I had that position, I worked as a recovery and replenishment associate there at JC Penney’s within different sections and departments of the store.

I worked at Bloomingdale’s in sales support in the shipping department for three years.

I worked at Sears Roebuck in the shoe department as a merchandise associate for four years.

I worked at Macy’s as a merchandise pricing associate.

I worked at Toys R Us as a pricing coordinator for a year.

I worked at Fed Ex as a package handler.

I worked at Burlington Coats in the fitting room.

I took nursing assistant courses years ago and worked at a number of assisted living facilities as a licensed caregiver and I have also served as a companion continuously throughout the years to the elderly.

Where ever else I may have worked it has escaped my mind at the moment as I have tasked and traveled to so many places, although, I have all of my pay stubs stored away incase I need to remind myself.

I’ve always made sure to keep more than one job at a time.

It is still the same within my current situation within employment. I am versatile and constantly thinking ahead.

No matter what I do or where I work at I will always be a writer, It is within my nature, it is who I am.

 

 

Self Care

 

A lot of us are sleep deprived due to our hectic schedules and demanding occupations in which can be time consuming.

The intent and determination to support ourselves, to maintain our lifestyles, and to conduct our business, often have us less preoccupied in getting the proper rest.

We are more concerned with our personal and financial responsibilities.

Usually our main priorities are to keep a roof over our heads, to keep enough food on the table, and to adequately pay our bills.

A good night’s rest we desire and need at more times than certain others yet put that behind as we acquire to get the most important things done and out of the way before we attend to our own personal comforts.

I never let any of my obligations and goals deter me from properly taking care of myself,  though.

In spite of how many hours I put in and how often I have to work to meet my needs and wants, I always make sure that I eventually eat a good meal, and that I am not overly exhausted.

We must do what we have to do in order to make an honest living and to survive, however, at the same time, we are not to run ourselves down within the process.

As I am a very spiritually inclined individual I give a lot of things to faith, without fret or worry, knowing and believing everything will carry out within alignment to what is required and to what is the most vital.

So take out quality time to spend with loved ones and take out the necessary time to care for self and to enjoy the personal rewards of all the hard work and dedication.

 

 

 

Ole Cup Of Joe

Just to clarify: There are people who drink their coffee every morning or maybe three or four times a week and there is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary or wrong with that.

On the other hand, there are those who rely on numerous cups of coffee at a continuous pace or rate and use the beverage as a crutch.

A lot of people are hooked on coffee.

Whereas some people like and drink the different varieties of coffee for the taste, some claim they need the beverage to help wake them up in the morning, and some claim they need the beverage to help keep them up during the late hours of the night.

Tea also contains a significant amount of caffeine which definitely will keep one alert and up all night if they drink enough of it.

Tea is also a lighter and healthier beverage to consume in comparison to coffee as there are numerous herbal teas loaded with an array of medicinal properties and nutritional benefits yet they naturally don’t contain any caffeine like regular black tea does, and that is a good thing.

Nevertheless, many are not able to function without their cups of coffee and I’ve wondered if the instance is psychological as well as part addiction for a lot of people.

I’ve never been a constant or heavy coffee drinker. I’d drink a large french vanilla cappuccino once in a while, but after the one cup, I wasn’t able to drink anymore of the beverage within the same day of each other.

My appetite and body wouldn’t allow me to ingest an excess of coffee as it would give me a stomach ache. There was a definite limit as to how much I was able to drink before it could wreak havoc within my constitution.

The one cup of cappuccino on occasion was enough to satisfy my fancy, anyhow.

Coffee was never a beverage for me to get hooked on. I’m a juice, water, and soymilk junkie.

It’s been years since I’ve drank coffee, in fact, it has been a decade, and I don’t at all miss the taste of it. I stay away from any source of caffeine as much as possible.

All of my coffees use to be decaffeinated I barely drink black iced tea for this reason. I don’t even want a little bit of it in my system but just as long as it’s not a part of my daily intake and everyday lifestyle.

I’ve done a lot of twelve hour day and night shifts as well as overnight shifts through my work schedules in the past and I have never depended on or needed any type of “pick me up” stimulant or substance to focus with or keep me going. I’ve never even considered such a thing as an option.

I radiate my own stamina and energy through a healthy well-being and determination.

Some people really let that coffee get the best of them. The coffee has them going crazy. Some go into fits if they can’t get their dose of coffee. I know, I’ve seen it first hand with quite a few susceptible individuals.

These people have to have their coffee five and six times a day, maybe even more, depending on how their day is going, if they run out of the coffee, and if they can afford to buy more at the given time.

Some of these people drink coffee like a fish in water or like it may be going out of style.

 

 

 

Our Gadgets

It’s mandatory in this day and age for many of us to have cellular phones and computers even when it pertains to our jobs.

Many of our employers and the various fields of work now fluently communicate with us and require the use of these apparatuses in regard to our positions and assignments through the deployment of our androids, laptops, and/or computers.

Telecommunications has come very far and is so very essential to our lives within all aspects.

We have location features and GPS to let us know where we are, to help us to find a destination, and to sufficiently get us to our routes when our gadgets are performing accurately.

We can text message in private and for a quick connection, or to alert someone, or just for the mere advantage of convenience.

We can email and fax to ensure the prompt arrival of documents or to meet important deadlines, and so on.

We can build websites to conduct our own businesses or to advance within our own interpersonal or inherent skills, and to expand within our occupations from home if we choose to venture out more independently and dynamically.

There is so much resource in the operation and benefits which serve to a better lifestyle and way of living when it is utilized in a responsible and productive fashion.

 

 

Pursuits

Fortunately the work that I do within the types of jobs that I have allow me to work independently as this is how I prefer to task.

I do very well in collaboration within a team yet I’ve always been a leader who was meant to be her own boss as I am a go getter and a take charge type of person when it comes to what motivates and challenges me.

I learn quick then master what I learn while incorporating my own innovative techniques and ideas.

We all need a space to be creative and to further evolve.

As I have exhibited the strong qualities of initiative, leadership, and management it has done quite good in landing me the certain opportunities to work and lead on my own with satisfactory results.

 

Vile Strength

 

My mother had me when she was twenty-two years old and we became very close as we bonded immediately after I was born.

We’ve been through a lot together enduring circumstances in which many would not have survived and coming out sustained within a fashion that has caused some to wonder and to be amazed.

My mother and I have battled a very long way from the negativity directed towards us by envious, jealous, and unsavory people in specific.

My mother and I both constantly held our ground and we continue to stand.

Hooray to Peace, power, love, and protection.

 

 

 

Electric Typewriter

My mother bought me my first electric typewriter when I was twelve years of age. It was an excellent quality Brother model attractively toned in beige with a black keyboard.

Before then, I had two manual typewriters.

I treasured the gift my mother gave to me as it gave me a productive way to occupy my mind. She purchased the electric typewriter because she knew I liked to write and after creatively experimenting with stories I had invented with my new literary machine I was certain a writer is what I definitely wanted to be when I grew up.

I use to sit up at my dresser in my bedroom sipping hot tea with milk delightfully typing my imagination away!

During my teenage years my mother wanted to buy me a computer, however, I didn’t want one at the time.

I wasn’t interested as I was content writing in long hand on notebook paper then typing my manuscripts up with the use of my electric typewriter.

Then, one day I got surprised when an old neighbor who use to live next door to us purchased me a brand new computer for Christmas.

She had gotten me everything to go along with it. The monitor, the keyboard, speakers and a printer.

Ever since, I don’t understand why I didn’t want a computer from the beginning when my mother had first suggested the idea to me.

Single Parent Home

Ever since I was a young child I knew that if there was something that I didn’t want within my life then the situation was not going to work out.

Only the things that I preferred and under the circumstances in which I truly desired would instances turn out favorably and long lasting to my concordance.

I was never the type of female that ever hoped to one day get married and have children. I didn’t initially yearn to be a mother, when the idea later on within young adulthood came into mind to have a child it was with the intention of being a single parent, yet I eventually changed my mind about having a baby altogether and it was the right choice for me.

If I did have a child, though, it definitely would have been on my own without a man involved in the picture.

I fortunately grew up in a home without my father present and that is the way I liked it as I grew up strong, confident, independent and liberated-not implying that females that are raised in homes with their father’s can’t turn out that way-it was just an advantage that served a great purpose for me.

When I was little I never wished for or thought about having a dad around and when I saw other children that parents were married or together as a couple it was a situation that I didn’t require to be in I was very content and accustomed to my family order with me and my mom.

I wasn’t alone either there were other kids like me whose mothers raised them without a father it was normal to us. I can’t speak on how they actually felt about the matter, however, everything suited me just fine.

My mother never had any problems out of me I was a good child.

One thing I hated though was when guys were attracted to me or interested in me whether their intentions were good or bad I didn’t care, I wasn’t flattered by any of the attention I was genuinely turned off by it.

And it feels so good that I don’t have to go through undesirable and unsavory individuals who use to send to me the annoying invasions of mind transference through voodoo/black magic.

They had been doing it within many ways for many years within different techniques but with the same motives and that was to bring me down to their level.

Whether it was to attempt to lower my self esteem or to get me to have feelings for a man they worked hard at it and failed miserably.

These people were jealous and resentful because I’d never been hurt or dogged out by a man as so many of them had even the guys were envious and jealous of me they all figured if I was in the same predicament as they were I couldn’t or wouldn’t think that I was better than any of them.

They were also jealous and envious of my intelligence and knowledge and where I could go within life if and when the opportunity arose.

They had such a warped sense of mindset that didn’t correspond with mine in the least if they had succeeded in their designs I’d still be the person who I am today with the same mentality no man could ever break me or kill my spirit. I wasn’t built within that fashion.

If I were interested in men I’d be able to get a good man and would only deal with one that was on my level, however, I’m proudly asexual and am fulfilled and complete as a woman and an individual.

 

My Mother, Patricia

My mother Patricia Lawrence came from a very good and loving solid family, although, her mother wasn’t a good example of what a parent should be my mother received a lot of love, care, and guidance from her grandparents, uncles, cousins, and her father.

On account of her own mother, as well as a few of her envious and jealous siblings, Patricia had it rough growing up yet succeeded within many of her endeavors and became a very responsible and very sufficient adult.

Patricia was a very intelligent woman who had many talents of her very own.

She use to play the saxophone, write music, sewed and design clothing, mastered the art of short hand (Gregg and Pittman), enjoyed and was very skilled in the fields of typing as she once attended college to become a stenographer.

During adolescence Patricia savored the periods of time she’d spend down in Halifax, Virginia with her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins on her mother’s side of the family.

Down there in the south she worked on the farm, milking the cows, and attending to all of the other animals her family owned.

Our family had mules, bulls, cows, pigs, hens, roosters, baby chickens, turkeys, horses, dogs and cats.

The elders showed my very young mother along with her brother work ethics and responsibility.

At the ages of nine and ten they were taught how to labor numerous tobacco fields on the lands in which her family also owned.

They picked out all varieties of family grown crops in the gardens which some were sold to buyers and the rest was kept for our family to eat as they were established farmers who fed on their own natural and healthy produce.

Our family had their own businesses.

Patricia’s grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee indian woman who made her own soaps and other handmade and homemade items.

Patricia’s grandfather was an african american man who headed their farm that he with the help of his wife, daughters, and sons kept prosperous.

Patricia’s great uncle, who was her mother’s uncle, owned and conducted his very own funeral home. When he died he passed the establishment on down to our close relatives.

 

 

Short Bio/Miss LaToya

 

LaToya was born with the caul and is very spiritually inclined. She is clairvoyant.

She was very advanced as a child, able to see and communicate with spirits, and very “in tune” and aware within her surroundings.

Gifted with an extraordinary comprehension along with second-sight/extra sensory perception LaToya has always had great learning and communication skills, and an uncanny insight into occurrences.

LaToya was constantly able to sense things about people and situations in which other people couldn’t sense.

In the beginning of her young life:

LaToya Lawrence was born and raised in Queens, New York by an independent hard working mother. She is an only child yet she comes from a very large family, some of whom, own their very own successful businesses.

LaToya’s mother taught her how to read and write at 2 years of age and soon after entered her into daycare at 2 and a half. At school LaToya excelled and was able to skip a grade into a class for gifted children.

At the age of ten LaToya began to write short stories and had the opportunity to get her writings published by a mainstream publisher. By the age of 12 LaToya knew she wanted to be a professional author and self published two novels in her early twenties.

LaToya became a vegan at the age of fourteen, is a animal lover, as she always grew up in a home with puppies and dogs. One special canine which she loved dearly she had for seventeen years. LaToya has practiced gymnastics and has worked in retail.

LaToya is an avid reader of true crime novels and suspense. She loves all types of music and as she is very creative she enjoys crocheting, art, exploring and the outdoors.

LaToya has also worked professionally within the health care field for six years and has over twenty years experience in caring and attending to elders and those in need.

LaToya has worked in retail for thirteen years.

LaToya plans to eventually open up her own business, one in which will utilize her multitalents and multitasking abilities.