Black Magic/Voodoo/Witchcraft And The Spiritually Inclined

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a proud descendant of my wonderful family tree.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

The True Gender Of A Distinguished Female

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

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

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

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

Only twisted people reflect in this manner.

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

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

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

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

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

I am asexual.

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

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

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

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

 

Crocheting And Crafting: Some Of My Favorite Pastimes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am an entrepreneur deep inside.

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

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

 

Baby On Her Feet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Mental, Emotional, And Spiritual Breakdown

Everyone who has had a breakdown of some sort is not weak, crazy, or dangerously unstable.

A breakdown is spiritual within many instances. A Yoruba priestess even acknowledged this fact to me years ago. I know firsthand as my own mother was a victim of brujeria in the early 1980’s.

I was even targeted. My aunt tried to flip me out when I was eighteen years of age by putting the hallucinogenic drug mescaline into a hot pot of black eyed peas that I had cooking over the stove.

People often use recreational “trip” drugs to increase the chance or enhance the effect of mental and chemical alterations of the brain while also performing the negative spiritual influences within black magic/voodoo/witchcraft.

My aunt went a step further in her malicious attempt by also putting tainted hiv fluids inside my food. Anyone educated would know the disease would not survive within the air and within a pot of scalding hot water.

Nevertheless, I didn’t lose my head or have a breakdown, my mind was too strong with faculty and awareness, and I didn’t, of course, become infected with aids either.

I was young, innocent, and very spiritually inclined, so divine intervention took over and protected me.

My aunt Tina (Ernestine Lawrence) has been hiv positive since the 1980’s due to intravenous drug use and promiscuous behavior from the 1970’s on up and instead of using her limited time to spend changing her life around for the better, she continued to do tons of constant dirt. She and other envious and jealous ruthless dummies, whores, drug addicts, and degenerates attacked me and other family for decades.

They’ve in addition done it to others, however, when they came after my mother and I, they messed with the wrong individuals. We are people of the light and they are people of the darkness. My ancestors and orishas were ready for them all, and the universe was recording and keeping record of every notorious deed in which was repeatedly done toward us.

Tina had poisoned food of my mother’s years ago too while neighbors were working black magic/voodoo/witchcraft against her.

My grandfather was driven to mental affliction before he was killed and found dead in the Hudson river.

My aunt Charise was drugged and raped which caused her to be afflicted with mental illness.

My grandfather, mother, younger aunt, and I were targeted for manipulative breakdowns because we were all very smart, strong, and fighters who could literally kick ass if needed be. We weren’t the type to back down or be bullied by anyone, and we were all good upstanding people.

The intent for causing mental, emotional, and spiritual breakdowns are to weaken one, to render them as incredible, and to lower their self esteem and spirit.

Certain evildoers want those of us who have knowledge in which threaten their unscrupulous ways either dead or labeled as crazy.

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I was having sex what would it have meant?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wardrobe: Dressing In Style

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Music In The Home: The Rhythm Of Life

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

We use to go out all of the time.

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

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

Then we headed to the movie theater.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Such a fond memory of the love, care, and fun my mother shared and displayed to me.

We always had activities to occupy our attention.

Another game my mother was enthusiastic about teaching me to play was the board game Life (The Game Of Life).

Oh, we had delightful pastimes.

 

Blessings In Disguise

I’ve always been a free and bubbly spirit, strong and Independent, smart and confident.

Everything I achieved I’ve done on my own no one helped me to get where I’m at as I took the initiative and never accepted or needed any handouts and I am proud of myself.

Since I was in my early twenties just like a lot of young women do around that age I desired to have my own home and to live by myself.

I wasn’t exactly denied the preference. Sometimes life doesn’t give one what they want at the cost of vacating another.

My leaving a shared nest is not necessarily abandoning certain family members depending on the intention. Of course, it’s completely normal and healthy to desire to spread one’s wings and to live a life of their own.

Yet when a loved one may need us life may intercede at what can seem like a burden until we are compensated in ways that operate on the behalf of both parties when the situation is just and commendable.

We learn to accept within specific conditions and make allowances in which turn out to benefit one another at the same time maintaining an independence and individual mode of living.

When we’re decent and good, the universe recognizes, and rewards us special blessings.

Parents: Forever Thankful And Grateful

When people do right by me I always remember them and I will have their back, as I am loyal, genuine, and solid.

When people do wrong by me I always remember them and those people better watch their back, as I am trustworthy, authentic, and vile. – Miss LaToya

For a lot of us our parents are the first people we bond with when we enter into this life.

Some of us have good experiences with our folks and some of us have bad experiences with them.

Fortunately, I was exceptionally well taken care of by my mother, especially under the circumstances and burdens in which she was put through by unsavory individuals and the unnatural trials of life (Witchcraft/Black Magic).

Through out it all and no matter what occurred nothing ever prevented her from being an excellent mother to her child.

I’ll never forget how well I was taken care of and how much I was loved and respected by my very own mother as a child on up until the present and the regard goes a long way.

My mother can always count on me to be in her corner and to always look out for her and not out of obligation but out of an enormous appreciation.

 

Mammogram: The Spirit Is Stronger Than Cancer/Disease

I just had my very first mammogram two months ago.

My primary care physician had suggested for me to get one years ago when I first entered my forties as a routine precaution.

I don’t know of anyone in my family to have ever had breast cancer and aside from there being no history of it within the lives of my relatives I never had any personal concern in regard to the issue.

I know bloodline is not a definite factor and that anyone can be at risk for breast cancer under particular circumstances in which may not always be known or explained, nevertheless, I don’t consider breast cancer a threat to me.

My test results came back normal as I expected.

I know the thought of going through biopsies, treatments, having a mastectomy, or the possibilities of an impending death is a grave matter for a lot of women and one that could be stressful and exhausting.

Yet, still and all, if I was diagnosed with the disease I would handle the situation in an entirely different fashion.

When it was suspected I had a malignant growth on one of my ovaries during my teenage years up into early adulthood I wasn’t fazed by the instance.

I had already sensed and knew I had a mass before the doctors came to know and before I went through all of the radiology testing and procedures I had undergone.

My mother at one point in her life had ovarian cancer and was lucky enough to defeat and survive it so I had a good idea of what was going on within my body with the pain and discomfort. I wasn’t afraid or mentally or emotionally troubled by the experience at all.

I didn’t care, and I’m still here.

I am a very spiritual and spiritually inclined individual by nature I was never meant to fall fatally ill and die from any disease, it just wasn’t in my destiny.

The power of healing is a very legitimate condition as I know my spirit, body, and mind is much stronger than an attack or threat of any foul disease.

I have already been put to the test.

At Home: A Description Of Me And My Homelife

 

I love the comforts of home, especially after a day or night at the job, depending on the shift I worked.

I enjoy the life I have.

I’m asexual, I don’t want or desire any man, I am very happily single, I don’t have or want any children, I don’t deal with unsavory people and individuals who I don’t care to be bothered with, I can come and go as I please, I have peace of mind, and I live an extremely healthy lifestyle.

I’m smart, confident, strong, independent, spiritual, kind, loving, and ultimately fond of puppies and dogs. These attributes all contribute to my longevity and ability to survive and maintain as I can get through anything in life.

I’ve already made it through the challenging periods still in tact. Anything else to come will be halted and handled by divine intervention.

I’m not an emotional type of person though I’m very passionate and energetic I love my space as I don’t like to intermingle too much. I’m very particular with whom I associate myself with if I do give certain people the time of day.

I am a loner, yet very far from lonely,  or being alone. I have my loved ones around me and those who have my back.

When I’m at home I love to relax. I delight within preparing and cooking my favorite foods, listening to good music, preferably tunes from when music was “real music”, not the shit predominately recorded now.

I love to read books, play and have fun with pets (I don’t have a canine at the moment), look at suspenseful movies and television programs.

I also have a lot of creative hobbies In which I take pleasure in.

My zodiac sign is Taurus and we love our homes.

 

 

 

Craving

My mother, Patricia, made herself some potato salad earlier today and had fried chicken wings to go along with it.

The meal satisfied her fancy as her preparation turned out just the way she wanted.

She told me her food tasted good.

So my mother and I both prepared two of our own separate meals in which our appetites craved and took pleasure within.

I had an awesome breakfast and she had an amazing lunch.

Simple things like this make us happy and content.

Memories

 

When I was about twelve or thirteen I remember these commercials would come on the television advertising one to call up to win prizes through  automated/recorded quizzes.

So I called up the number and I had to choose the right or wrong answer by pushing the dial pads of the touchtone telephone my family owned.

I actually won and received a free coupon to go bowling at Jib Lane Bowling Alley though I never went since I wasn’t interested in the sport.

I began to call quite a few times to see what else I could win, however, most of the time it was the same old prize to Jib Lane as I kept winning the quizzes. I called so often that I discovered through repitition every Wednesday the prize was a dozen of free assorted doughnuts from dunkin donuts.

After I found out the bonus prize I would only call on Wednesday to get me some free doughnuts.

I knew how to beat the quizzes as I had gotten so familiar with the automated system. I was never a dummy and used my intuition to constantly win but after a while I gave it up. It was fun while it had lasted.

I had plenty of Jib Lane post cards mailed out to me to go bowling for free (I didn’t want that shit).

The quiz advertisement was stingy with the free doughnuts I only received a few free dozen coupons compared to all of the ones I had gotten to go to Jib Lane.

When I went to Dunkin Donuts on more than one occasion I was able to pick out any flavor of twelve doughnuts in which I wanted as the coupons stated.

Nowadays, I don’t even eat doughnuts, I haven’t eaten a doughnut in years but those were some cool memories.

 

 

Milkshakes And Pastries: Family Time

When I was a little girl I use to love doughnuts and munchkins.

The pastries were so nice to look at and so delicious to eat. Although I don’t need or desire anything simply because it appears attractive.

Everything in which looks good may not be good or healthy for us all within general.

Nevertheless, when it comes to the enjoyment of certain foods and occasional particular cravings why not indulge if the edibles are prepared with decent and nutrient based ingredients?

Even desserts can be made healthy and we can eat moderate portions or balance out the sweets with other sources of nutrition with foods such as vegetables, fruit, protein, and healthy oils.

An even distribution is key to maintaining healthy levels of what our bodies intake.

I remember when I got older my mother and I use to go to the bakery and I’d buy my cheese danish and I’d get her the black and white cookies that she loved.

She’d also go to the bakery on her own and bring me and her both back our own slices of cheesecakes.

Then, my mother began making her own home-made cheesecake which came out great. And, nowadays we have non dairy cheese cakes available for those of us who live on a vegan or vegetarian diet!

One of my dogs I had years ago loved to drink milk and luckily never had worms (parasites) as a result. She loved milk and Ice cream and she would sit and chill out with me as we both ate delectable batches of oatmeal cookies together. We often did this (eating and snacking with each other) during our times of bonding within our own inviting and “sweet” moments.

I’ve always loved me some milkshakes and I definitely still drink them as well I just use soymilk and non dairy ice cream/frozen desserts.

My favorite type of shake is french vanilla, my mother loves her german chocolate shakes, we’d have a ball engaging within our appetites as we delighted in one another’s company, too.

We’re all entitled to treat ourselves to innocent pleasures.

I also still love certain pastries, cookies, and cakes, they just have to be vegan with natural and non gmo ingredients in order for me to eat them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Teenage Treats

When I was fourteen my mother use to buy me from time to time a tasty vegetable rice meal diced with mushrooms from a diner. The order was kind of expensive due to the food being of quality.

I had first became a vegan/vegetarian between the age of twelve and fourteen and would only eat certain things.

Around twelve and thirteen I’d eat dairy here and there but absolutely no meat. When I was fourteen going on fifteen I became a strict vegan. Then at eighteen, I’d eat a little seafood and poultry but still never any red meat or pork. So once in a while I’d eat a pollo pescetarian diet.

She would also bring me doughnuts and pizza too yet it was of good quality, no junk. We’d always get the good stuff ever since I was little. My mother took well good care of me.

And I am so into taking good care of myself.

Spirit will lead us into healthy modes of living in which is compatible and within accordance to our nature, and evolution.

 

 

 

 

Recognition

One doesn’t need the acknowledgement from others to acknowledge one’s self

I’ve never needed a reward or anybody’s praise to feel good about myself.

I know who I am and I know what I’m capable of doing.

If no one ever took notice of my abilities it would not have made me any less able.

There is so much more to many of us than what a lot of others can see or perceive upon the surface.

What about the other qualities or faculties in which we may possess?

What about our character, how our minds think, what we stand for, what we believe in, the very things in which define our being of substance?

Those of us who are strong and confident don’t require anyone to validate us. Our existence and state of being is proof enough of affirmation, we don’t need confirmation.

The very first award I remember to have received was at the age of seven or eight, I was presented a pen in front of my entire school auditorium for being one of the best readers among all the other students.

From then on, I’d constantly receive certificates, awards, and tokens of achievement, whether at school or on my jobs.

Of course, these exhibits of recognition are very nice and enough to make our parents and those who believe within our capacity very proud of us and of our accomplishments.

I just feel praise and awards are just words and objects in which one shouldn’t expect to depend on when it comes to self worth or self value, and going forward to attain one’s aspirations.

For The Love Of Dogs

Many puppies and dogs are special by nature.

I had quite a few of these animals within my lifetime and enjoyed every moment of sharing my home with these wonderful creatures.

Ten years after I had to have one of my dogs in which I had for seventeen years euthanized due to arthritis pain (which made her yelp), her hind legs giving out, and the fact she wouldn’t eat any food or urinate and move her bowels under the condition, I adopted another puppy from North Shore Animal League.

It was a female pup who was already paper trained and smart as a whip.

I’ve been fortunate to have certain dogs that stood out from the rest that I’ve had within intelligence, behavior, and intuitive ability.

The dog I had for seventeen years was indeed the most exceptional out of all of them. The second most remarkable was the very first puppy I ever owned when I was at the age of seven or eight.

Dogs have a keen sense of smell and natural instincts in general, however, some just bring to my attention the certain things in particular I’ve happened to take a notice of in regard to them.

One circumstance I recognized was how I would be downstairs in my house all day long working on my computer and the puppy would be upstairs the entire time with other relatives who also occupied the home because she’d never come downstairs.

When I’d finally come upstairs hours later to retreat to bed or to watch television she’d just be her normal quiet self, except when she was in the mood to play.

On the days I’d come home from work I’d be coming through the door and I would hear her upstairs whining in anticipation to greet me.

As soon as I’d reach the bedroom she’d be running towards me and jumping all over me, still whining in excitement.

I’d wonder to myself, how did she know I was out all day and not just downstairs on my computer or doing something else? She’d do the same thing all of the time.

My puppy knew the difference between me being home and not being home regardless of the fact at how long I was out of her sight.

Her reactions showed it all.

I even took notice at when she followed me into the bathroom one day and after I’d opened up the medicine cabinet she was able to see my reflection through the outside cabinet mirror.

She continuously looked back at the mirror and at me, studying the double figures of my likeness, in which she was viewing. She just kept turning her eyes back and forth at what she was seeing.

Our pet canines watch everything we do and they watch everything around us and it is marvelous how quickly they can grasp and pick up on things.

It is so adorable and pleasant to assist them within their stages of learning. Oh, how I love them so.

Those beautiful creatures.

 

Self Care

 

A lot of us are sleep deprived due to our hectic schedules and demanding occupations in which can be time consuming.

The intent and determination to support ourselves, to maintain our lifestyles, and to conduct our business, often have us less preoccupied in getting the proper rest.

We are more concerned with our personal and financial responsibilities.

Usually our main priorities are to keep a roof over our heads, to keep enough food on the table, and to adequately pay our bills.

A good night’s rest we desire and need at more times than certain others yet put that behind as we acquire to get the most important things done and out of the way before we attend to our own personal comforts.

I never let any of my obligations and goals deter me from properly taking care of myself,  though.

In spite of how many hours I put in and how often I have to work to meet my needs and wants, I always make sure that I eventually eat a good meal, and that I am not overly exhausted.

We must do what we have to do in order to make an honest living and to survive, however, at the same time, we are not to run ourselves down within the process.

As I am a very spiritually inclined individual I give a lot of things to faith, without fret or worry, knowing and believing everything will carry out within alignment to what is required and to what is the most vital.

So take out quality time to spend with loved ones and take out the necessary time to care for self and to enjoy the personal rewards of all the hard work and dedication.

 

 

 

Vile Strength

 

My mother had me when she was twenty-two years old and we became very close as we bonded immediately after I was born.

We’ve been through a lot together enduring circumstances in which many would not have survived and coming out sustained within a fashion that has caused some to wonder and to be amazed.

My mother and I have battled a very long way from the negativity directed towards us by envious, jealous, and unsavory people in specific.

My mother and I both constantly held our ground and we continue to stand.

Hooray to Peace, power, love, and protection.

 

 

 

Electric Typewriter

My mother bought me my first electric typewriter when I was twelve years of age. It was an excellent quality Brother model attractively toned in beige with a black keyboard.

Before then, I had two manual typewriters.

I treasured the gift my mother gave to me as it gave me a productive way to occupy my mind. She purchased the electric typewriter because she knew I liked to write and after creatively experimenting with stories I had invented with my new literary machine I was certain a writer is what I definitely wanted to be when I grew up.

I use to sit up at my dresser in my bedroom sipping hot tea with milk delightfully typing my imagination away!

During my teenage years my mother wanted to buy me a computer, however, I didn’t want one at the time.

I wasn’t interested as I was content writing in long hand on notebook paper then typing my manuscripts up with the use of my electric typewriter.

Then, one day I got surprised when an old neighbor who use to live next door to us purchased me a brand new computer for Christmas.

She had gotten me everything to go along with it. The monitor, the keyboard, speakers and a printer.

Ever since, I don’t understand why I didn’t want a computer from the beginning when my mother had first suggested the idea to me.

Single Parent Home

Ever since I was a young child I knew that if there was something that I didn’t want within my life then the situation was not going to work out.

Only the things that I preferred and under the circumstances in which I truly desired would instances turn out favorably and long lasting to my concordance.

I was never the type of female that ever hoped to one day get married and have children. I didn’t initially yearn to be a mother, when the idea later on within young adulthood came into mind to have a child it was with the intention of being a single parent, yet I eventually changed my mind about having a baby altogether and it was the right choice for me.

If I did have a child, though, it definitely would have been on my own without a man involved in the picture.

I fortunately grew up in a home without my father present and that is the way I liked it as I grew up strong, confident, independent and liberated-not implying that females that are raised in homes with their father’s can’t turn out that way-it was just an advantage that served a great purpose for me.

When I was little I never wished for or thought about having a dad around and when I saw other children that parents were married or together as a couple it was a situation that I didn’t require to be in I was very content and accustomed to my family order with me and my mom.

I wasn’t alone either there were other kids like me whose mothers raised them without a father it was normal to us. I can’t speak on how they actually felt about the matter, however, everything suited me just fine.

My mother never had any problems out of me I was a good child.

One thing I hated though was when guys were attracted to me or interested in me whether their intentions were good or bad I didn’t care, I wasn’t flattered by any of the attention I was genuinely turned off by it.

And it feels so good that I don’t have to go through undesirable and unsavory individuals who use to send to me the annoying invasions of mind transference through voodoo/black magic.

They had been doing it within many ways for many years within different techniques but with the same motives and that was to bring me down to their level.

Whether it was to attempt to lower my self esteem or to get me to have feelings for a man they worked hard at it and failed miserably.

These people were jealous and resentful because I’d never been hurt or dogged out by a man as so many of them had even the guys were envious and jealous of me they all figured if I was in the same predicament as they were I couldn’t or wouldn’t think that I was better than any of them.

They were also jealous and envious of my intelligence and knowledge and where I could go within life if and when the opportunity arose.

They had such a warped sense of mindset that didn’t correspond with mine in the least if they had succeeded in their designs I’d still be the person who I am today with the same mentality no man could ever break me or kill my spirit. I wasn’t built within that fashion.

If I were interested in men I’d be able to get a good man and would only deal with one that was on my level, however, I’m proudly asexual and am fulfilled and complete as a woman and an individual.

 

My Mother, Patricia

My mother Patricia Lawrence came from a very good and loving solid family, although, her mother wasn’t a good example of what a parent should be my mother received a lot of love, care, and guidance from her grandparents, uncles, cousins, and her father.

On account of her own mother, as well as a few of her envious and jealous siblings, Patricia had it rough growing up yet succeeded within many of her endeavors and became a very responsible and very sufficient adult.

Patricia was a very intelligent woman who had many talents of her very own.

She use to play the saxophone, write music, sewed and design clothing, mastered the art of short hand (Gregg and Pittman), enjoyed and was very skilled in the fields of typing as she once attended college to become a stenographer.

During adolescence Patricia savored the periods of time she’d spend down in Halifax, Virginia with her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins on her mother’s side of the family.

Down there in the south she worked on the farm, milking the cows, and attending to all of the other animals her family owned.

Our family had mules, bulls, cows, pigs, hens, roosters, baby chickens, turkeys, horses, dogs and cats.

The elders showed my very young mother along with her brother work ethics and responsibility.

At the ages of nine and ten they were taught how to labor numerous tobacco fields on the lands in which her family also owned.

They picked out all varieties of family grown crops in the gardens which some were sold to buyers and the rest was kept for our family to eat as they were established farmers who fed on their own natural and healthy produce.

Our family had their own businesses.

Patricia’s grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee indian woman who made her own soaps and other handmade and homemade items.

Patricia’s grandfather was an african american man who headed their farm that he with the help of his wife, daughters, and sons kept prosperous.

Patricia’s great uncle, who was her mother’s uncle, owned and conducted his very own funeral home. When he died he passed the establishment on down to our close relatives.