Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 11:04 PM EST
There is a certain amount of violence in my neighborhood. Shootouts are not uncommon. A lot of drug dealers and stuff, fighting over territory and always endeavoring to intimidate somebody to prove a point.
Well, i’m not very much well liked in my neighborhood amongst the no good people so they had the nerve to try to take me out on more than one occasion. And they couldn’t understand why they were unable to. They spread around what they were intending to do.
It was a done deal. These people have killed before.
Nevertheless, nothing ever became of their attempts on my life and i know why. Divine Spirit is in control. He’s in charge. I’m not at all bragging because we all have a day when our luck may run out.
But i know that i’m not going anywhere until my “protector” is ready for me. And can’t nobody really do no major damage to me while his angels surround me.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007 at 10:19 AM EDT
Ever since i was a little girl i loved when my mother use to take me with her into Manhattan. Then when i got old enough to travel on my own i’d take the train and go all of the time.
I’ve always been so carefree. I just loved everything about Manhattan. I always said when i could i would move there because Manhattan says everything about me!
On the 20th of April of this year i had to take care of some business on 34th st and i hadn’t been down there in that part for a while so when i finished what i had to do i walked all over and around, and spent hours enjoying the scenery. I ate around 42nd street then visited some stores, went and bought a DVD, then went on home.
A beautiful place somewhere in Manhattan will be my home one day.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007 at 9:43 AM EDT
About eight years ago, when i use to sometimes kill time around this street-woman named Venus i had had a very vivid vision about her. The vision showed her extremely thin in size being eaten away by AIDS.
Back then at that time she was big in size.
She has come down quite a bit at the least of my saying for a long while now but she has gotten worse. Some time in the middle of last month i was on my block making my way home from shopping when i happened to spot her passing through with some other tore down-looking woman.
I could see from a distance and then when she got up on me from out the corner of my eye how really bad her situation was. She moved out of my way to let me get by since i was lugging a few heavy bags then she continuously kept staring at me for me to speak to her.
I haven’t spoken to her in years and do not plan on doing so. Once i cut a person loose it’s for keeps.
One of the reasons i did not look up in her face was because of her appearance. It was terrifying. The side of her face near her head is peeled. She’s a dark complexioned woman so it shows up kind of bad, looking something like vitiligo.
She is so skinny and sickly-looking. I can see so deep into her because of my senses, i knew what she was going through and i just kept my head straight because i didn’t want to be near that shit.
She lived by the sword and now she is dying by the sword and i was able to see it. She appeared a little worse now than what she appeared back then in my vision. Aids is some foul shit.