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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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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
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”.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I did not plan on going out at all today.
The entire morning has been full of clouds, off and on rain, and ferocious winds.
It is the afternoon now and I am continuing on with my weekend off of relaxation and movie-watching.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
For the first time in weeks a nice breeze came through my window.
The slight cool flow of air that softly touched my bare legs was soothing, a relief from the heat that had been suffocating for the last past month.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 