A lot of us are conditioned to speak good of God or believe that he is good but I could never truly go along with the program and I deeply regret posting articles five years ago seemingly promoting God–it was only because I went through the temporary trauma of seeing my mother go into cardiac arrest at the time. I tried to make myself like him out of the perceived threat of going to hell since I didn’t worship God and because I love my free will (something I had never feared beforehand) but it didn’t work. When someone who had once been close to you dies you may start to think more keenly about your own death and the afterlife–yet I have had many encounters and visits on the other side during my dreams where I have a high position of power. The trauma ended and I returned back to my normal self.
Normally, my spirit is at peace, but lately it has been agitated because I need to publicly profess a truth as a symbolization to the universe (not to or for other human beings, but as an acknowledgment unto the beauty that sustains me).
I cannot lie—I love my Orishas.
I do not love God. I truly never could honestly say that I ever loved God because I truly did not. Yahweh, Jehovah, or Jesus is not my truth, my light, or my way. Since childhood, God had always been a falsifier, the darkness, a hindrance—nothing but a huge suffocation and a burden.
During my early childhood, I knew that I was in trouble because of the knowledge that I had and because of the gifts that I possessed. That sick fucking God allowed people to put witchcraft on me at eight or nine years of age because I was born very special and unique, but I always had something in the universe watching out for me and protecting me.
They intended to drive me crazy and they wanted me on medication—both things that never happened. I was too resilient and too mentally equipped (unlike them). Their dumb bullshit was nothing for me to go crazy about.
I am going to cut this short now, but I just had to let it be known that I am proud of who I am and who I venerate. I don’t agree with or follow the Bible, as the Bible is one of the sickest books I ever read. God is a disgrace. The only beautiful things I read in the Bible are Mary conceiving a child without the aid of a man and them crucifying Jesus—an asshole who came to die for people/trash who weren’t and aren’t even worth dying for. God, the so-called father, had no business creating certain people in the first place.
I have always been insulted to walk this earth, as I feel God is beneath me. It makes me feel so good to know that I didn’t want to have any children and no child of mine will ever have to walk this earth to ever bow down to a God who isn’t worth shit. I wouldn’t want that garbage nowhere near my kid.
Energy does not lie. I always had a feeling deep within my spirit that God is no good, and I don’t care what anybody says or thinks. I never experienced peace with God, only with my Orishas, and I have exceptional sense and I am highly blessed.
I have had a lot of spiritual experiences, and God is not a spirit I ever felt drawn or close to because he is not right for me. I am glad I am nothing in nature like the average people he created.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 