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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 