Monthly Archives: June 2010

Abraham’s Bosom Part II


As I walked in the room, my head is some what spinning from the work out routine I just did at the gym. I am completely wore out and all I really want to do is lay down. I walked near my closet to remove the clothes that were completely soaking wet from the vigorous  45 minutes on the elliptical. My eyes was drifted slowly to my notebook that I hadn’t written in for a few days. ” hmm… I guess it would do me some good to go ahead and write the ending of that dream I had, especially before I forget it. ” I said as it seemed that I was literally peeling clothes from my body.

After a hot shower, and hair wrapped up, I was now ready to write out the rest of this dream. ” Now, where did I leave off??”


” Duchy!!…Duchy!!  Come over here.” Said mom as she and my sister were standing in line to buy some tickets for the fair. ” I need you to come help get these tickets so we can ride some of these rides please.” said as she moved up towards the window to purchase the tickets.

I still wasn’t aware completely of what just happened, all I knew is that I was in that darn room and that  teacher lady was telling me that I was dead and trying to keep me there.  It seems that my prayer to the Lord really did work, I am here now, all in one piece. WOW! What if it was all a dream? Or what if it was really for real, and I am getting ready to die any moment, right here at this park. My head was spinning all at once, as a group of kids bumped into me while trying to catch up with some other kids before them.

” Momma?”  I asked as I walked towards her to try to figure out what was going on.  ” Momma? Do you know what just happened too me?  I died! ” 

She looked at me while handing me three strips of  bright red tickets that said… STATE FAIR on them. ” What are you saying? You died? Well Lord,” She snickered. “Did you go to heaven?”

” Momma, it’s not funny!!” I said with a bit of fear in my eyes. I really wanted to know that someone noticed me gone or seen that I left for a period of time. Oh, wait! It hasn’t happened yet. Whatever that ” It” is, it hasn’t occurred. This is terrifying! Now its like a really bad case of deja vu. ” I was in Abrahams Bosom. But I don’t think that’s really where I was for some reason.” 

We all walked towards one of the roller coasters that seemed to be just that one that makes every child vomit after one good spin on it.  As I tried to recall everything that happened before I couldn’t remember what happened, I noticed that my chest was hurting right down the middle of it. I rubbed it, without really paying it any attention.

” Mom, for real. They was telling me that I had died, but I prayed to Jesus and he heard my cry and they let me come back. But I remember all of this as if I have already done all  this before.”   We walked closer to this roller coaster. The name of it was a blur to me, but I couldn’t help for wondering why in the world are we getting on this ride? Momma is now well in her fifties, and she is not usually on rides, any rides for that matter.

” I don’t know Duchy. Sounds like you need to get some soul-searching done and prayer.” She said as she walked towards the gate with one of her bright red tickets that said, STATE FAIR.  ” Yea, I know that, but this seemed so real! Like a warning of some sort. The Lady said that she was going to get me back there, it really scared me.” I said as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath wondering why was this happening too me and why now. I mean I have been stress about things, but nothing too major I suppose.

Now we are about ready to get on this ride, as the operator comes over to open the gates and take the tickets from everyone waiting for their turn. ” I better not get sick on this thang! I got enough headaches going on already.”  I said as I turned to the operator with my tickets.  ” You should be fine.” He said. ” As long as you don’t have any heart problems.”  I shook my head no, but I begin to feel this pain in my chest again.. that seemed to hurt more now a bit. I rubbed it harder this time, and it seemed to go away.

We got buckled in. The operator came around to check everyone’s belt to make sure they were secure and in place. My mom and I were in there just great and tight. She pulled it so close to us that I felt my legs lose some blood circulation. The operator went to start the ride. Two seconds later, we were going. The speed sped up so fast that you couldn’t barely catch your breath, nor could you see things around you anymore. Suddenly, I felt that pain in my chest again, but this time it was more painful, like someone had stabbed me in the chest with a knife. I couldn’t even holler out because of how fast we were going. I tried to move my hand slowly against the pressure of the wind, to try to rub my chest and get some relief but this time it didn’t work. I could hear voices hollering words that I could not make out. ” What was happening now?!” I being to feel light headed and I passed out.

The ride was over. As I came too, I was very groogy…and sleepy. I opened my eyes to look and see where I was and I noticed that it was a hospital. I guess I really got sick on that ride.  I turned to look around and only saw curtains and walls around me.  My chest was still hurting.  I lifted my arm to try to touch that same spot, but this time I couldn’t. My arm didn’t move when I thought I had. I couldn’t move at all! Some how I was paralyzed of some sort in this bed. I tried to look down with my eyes and I was thinking for my arm to move but it wasn’t going anywhere. ” OH DEAR GOD!! What now?!” I looked down at my chest to see if I could see where the pain was coming from, and I saw…. I saw my chest was wide open, and my heart sat there life less. Someone had cracked my chest open as if they were trying to get my heart back to life. As tears ran down my cheek, I closed my eyes slowly,and  I could only grasp the words to say, “Jesus…Why?”

When my eyes opened, I was back in the room, the same cloudy room as before. Abraham’s Bosom. But something was definitely different this time, it was colder, and I instantly felt scared. A voice behind me spoke,  “Welcome Back Duchy.”  I would know that voice anywhere! It was the teacher lady! She killed me and brought me back here! I died on that darn rollercoaster ride and she is the one that did it!

“How dare you!” I screamed as I turned and walked towards her. ” You killed me didn’t you?”

” No! Duchy, you killed yourself!” she said as she stood looking at me right in my eyes. I could feel the fear grip my soul as the words she just said froze my body all over.

” Your lying again, just like before!  I am not dead. That was what you said before. Remember it was a mistake, you were wrong! Please stop this!!” I said as all the strength in my body literally begins to fade away. It was like all of the fight I had in me the first time was no longer there. But why?

” Duchy, you got out of here the first time. Which was a few months ago. But now, you are here for eternity. Look at your chest! Go ahead and look.” 

I looked down as she suggested, still not wanting to believe a word of it. Even though something inside of me was beginning to remember. I saw a scar on my chest, that was long and in between both breast. I rubbed it, and could see that it had been a healed one with scared tissue. This can’t be true, why would I, how could I?

” You see?” she said as she walked back towards that old familiar desk. ” You attempted to kill yourself a few months back, but we took you too soon. God reversed it. That’s how you were able to go back. But understand this, we have been after you for quite some time now, and this was just the way that we decided to capture you.”

” I would never… I mean, I..I wouldn’t.” I said, as memories begin to all flood back to me as if I was watching a movie in my head.  I remember being stressed about stuff and feeling like I couldn’t go on another day. ” Oh dear God, No!” as I sat down in one of the chairs. ” I can’t believe I really did it.” I said as  tears ran down my face,  while looking closer at the wound on my chest.  I looked at the woman teacher now with some belief as I said, ” If this is true, why am I here now, you said I did that months ago, what did I do this time? I was at the park with my mother.” 

” Yes. You were. But you had already taken the pills before you met with your mom and sister to buy the tickets. You remembered everything except for that part and your visit with me before,  came back to your remembrance, kinda like a red flag, to try to stop you. But the work that me and my men did too you was too great, nothing was going to stop you this time. You took those pills on the way there because you had given up on trying to be with the right man, and overwhelmed with your bills, finances, not to mention the abuse that you have had to endure. Oh, I never told you my name, Spirit of Sucide.  The Spirit of Depression and I work close together  to get our souls. You were one of are hardest missions. But we have prevailed.”

My heart is pounding now, and I can remember everything that she just said. It was true. I did feel that way and I was struggling with that spirit constantly. But I really didn’t think I had succumbed to it. How did I left that happen. I wanted to fight this so hard. ” If I prayed once and I came back I can do it again. Where is that young girl that was here before? She can pray with me again.”  I said to her as I took every ounce of energy to just say that.

” She isn’t here this time. She was allowed by God to come here to be assistance too you because she too was just like you. She knew the Lord well, but was over come by the issues of life and she killed herself as well. This is where all the souls come that have committed suicide. This is not Abraham’s bosom, if you hadn’t figured that out by now. She remembers now and then, her life while serving the Lord, that’s why she was able to help you pray, but she also would then remember how she killed herself.  This is your fate as well, those that were here but not speaking, hadn’t yet remember, but they all come around at some point and question me and so forth, just as you did.  But, eventually they forget all over again.  You were the one exception.”

” I want to go home.” I pleaded to her. Please, let me go. I am so sorry! I won’t do this ever again. I get it now! Please!!” I realized I was beginning to forget somethings, like how did I get here again.

“Unless you want to go and see your body in the casket as your family prepares your body for your funeral, I suggest you take your seat there. Your going to be here for quite a while. Don’t worry, you will forget it all here in no time.” She said as she walked around her desk and towards me and touched my shoulder. 

She was right, I couldn’t remember why I was here, or what I had done to get here. All I knew is that my chest heart as if someone had stabbed me with a knife and I could here voices hollering out words I can’t make out…something like…” Clear!”  

I jumped up out that chair, and looked around with fear. I saw a lady leaning on a desk in front of me. ” Excuse me? Where am I?”  And an old man’s voice from the back of the room answered my question, I turned around to see him the best I could through the cloudy smoke in the room. 

” Ma’mn, you are in Abraham’s Bosom.” 

* Duchy*


Abraham’s Bosom….I’M ALIVE


“Okay, get yourself together Duchy!” as she sits up slowly in the bed. Her hands are still shaking and her heart is still pounding from the dream that she has just had during the night.

” I wonder what did all that mean…. Sighs… I guess I should write this one down too. ” said Duchy as she reached for her notebook to begin to write out everything that she could remember, from smells to the simplest colors. She didn’t want to miss one, vital part of this dream. 


I was standing in a room full of people.  Some had familiar faces, and some did not. The room was cloudy and a bit hazy, actually seeming like a dream.  There was no smell, as if my nose wasn’t working in that room for some reason, and the cloudy white haze that resembled the fake smoke that came from the machines that haunted houses uses for the effect to scare people.

This room was set up more like a class room. There was chairs with the desk connected to them, just like you had in high school, but no one seem to be sitting down. Everyone was standing around as if lost and confused, trying to figure out where in the world they were, and how did they get there, why were they there, and when can they leave to go home.

I stood for a moment in this room, and looked over to the left. I noticed a woman who was sitting at a desk as if she was the teacher of this class. Funny thing was, no one was talking too her. She sat there with a lot of papers in front of her and from what I could see she was checking off names like an attendance roster. SMH!  ” This is crazy! Where am I?”  I said to myself with now some what frustration because no one was talking and just walking around like some lost zombies waiting to be awake by the smell of meat or something.

“Excuse me?”  I said as i walked over to the desk where the lady was sitting at. ” Where am I? What is this place?” The lady looked up at me, and had a slight grin on her face as if too say she knew something very important and i wasn’t going to like what she was going to say when she said it. Almost jus like the look in a doctor’s eyes when they come out to tell a husband that his wife didn’t make it while in surgery. Although, everyone, including the doctor continued to tell him that it was a simple procedure and that she would be just fine. That look is very scary because you have no clue what the heck they are going to say. The woman didn’t say a word, she just stared at me like she really didn’t want to be the one to tell me whatever it was that she was getting ready to say. ” Sweetheart you have died.”

I remembered the month before, I remember just a few days before, but now I suddenly can’t remember what happened to me a few hours ago. My heart dropped to the pit of my belly, my skin tensed so tight I could feel every hair stick straight up in the air, my eyes froze locked into hers as I literally replayed everything that she had just said too me like a very bad scratched CD. This isn’t real! She is lying! Who kidnapped me?! Are you serious! Come on now, let’s be real about this thang. I am 25 years old, no kids and getting ready go to school. I still have a lot of work to be done with my life…my time is not up yet! Tears are now filling like a pool of water in my eyes and the pool is flowing over. How can this be?! I have work for the Lord that needs to be done. I mean I know I haven’t been active in church here lately, and I have not been walking in my calling for quite some time but, but…Oh DEAR GOD! Please let this not be true.

” So, what is this suppose to be? Waving my hands with anger and fustration…around my head, fanning the thick cloudy hazed that continued to linger in the room.  Heaven?? ”  the woman at the desk, leaned her head down, as is she was tired and had been asked this a thousand times before.  She lifted her head back up and said, ” No, that comes later, you are …”

” You are in Abraham’s Bosom.”  Said a man in the back of the room. I turned some what swiftly but steady paced to see who answered my question. “I’m sorry? I think this haze is getting too me, what did you say?” 

” You heard me. Abraham’s Bosom.” said the man in the back of the room as he moved towards me so that I could get a better visual of him through the cloudy haze in room.

” Hmm, yea okay…but that makes no sense. The only Abraham’s Bosom I know of is the one spoken of in the bible.  The one that when the saints die they go there, awaiting for the rapture of the church. I chuckle and close my eyes at the notion that this is real. Maybe I was on a TV prank show or something, and some movie star is going to jump out and say…GOTCHA! That would be nice.  Look, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling here, but I know better than that.”  I turned back toward the woman at the desk as if she was going to tell me it was a practical joke and I could go home.

A young girl, walks over toward us slowly and opened her mouth but nothing came out. She stopped as if something got ahold of her and she couldn’t move any further. As I watch this her get closer to me, I could she that she was about the same age as me and had been crying quite a bit. Her eyes were puffy and red. She leaned in close too me, choked on a sob as more tears begin to run down her face. At this point my pool is a river with tears. 

 ” You don’t remember because the dead knows nothing. It will come too you, as it has now come just too me. And I now see how I died.” She broke down and cried so hard. I shook my head in disbelief and placed my hands in my face and screamed as loud as I could. ” NOOOONOO!” This could not really be happening. How can this be? Why did God let me, ME, of all people died! No way, this is not happening and I was sure that there was some sort of mistake and I was going to find out. I might can’t remember what happened but I was for sure going to find out and how to get this changed.

” If this is Abraham’s Bosom, then where is JESUS!! as I slammed on the desk, leaning in the lady at the desk face demanding an answer.  Huh? Well? Where is he? I want to talk to him about this.”

” He’s not here Duchy. I’m sorry, your just going to have to wait with all the other people here. When the time has come, you will be reunited with your body and you will meet him then for that final battle on earth.” the woman said as she got up from the chair at the desk and walked over to some windows in the class room. There was nothing to see out the windows because everything was still hazy and cloudy even outside.

” I want to talk too him. NOW! ” I walked over too her and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around forcibly to face me. I wanted her to see my face, see my expression that I wasn’t playing this game anymore. I was now sacred and wanted to just go home. Go home to my apartment, go home to my family, my job, even the crazy men in my life but I just wanted to go…home. Please, I beg of you. Let me talk to Jesus.”

She looked at me in my eyes and simply stated, ” He’s dead. That’s why you can’t talk to him now. He has not yet risen. When he does, is when he will come for you with everyone else. I know this is hard for you but in time, you won’t even notice how long you have been here and his return will be at hand.” She walked back over to her desk and begin to look at the papers on her desk. As I turned to speak to her again, I was suddenly frozen from what I had seen before me. More people were casually walking in the room through the door. All of them seems zoned out and disoriented. They too must have just died and don’t remember a thing. How they got here or why they are here. 

Now what I want to know is why in the world isn’t there an angel here or something to greet you, welcome you… say hello…how you durning…something!! Maybe the teacher lady was. Maybe that’s what her role was to be here and watch as the souls walked in Abraham’s bosom like night of the living dead. Yes, by now, I am beyond reason… and what is she talking about Jesus is dead? What kind of mess is that? No he’s not, he is alive and rose from the gave after he was crucified. Yea, something wasn’t adding up and I didn’t have to be a CSI investigator to tell that.

” Lady, you have been slightly mis informed. The Jesus I serve is alive and…”  I was suddenly interrupted.   ” THAT’S RIGHT HE IS!” Said the young girl, as she jumped up out of the front desk that she had been sitting in since talking to me. ” Ummm…clearing my throat  as she caught me off guard. Yea, you know girl don’t you?! The Jesus I serve is alive and his spirit lived inside of me! If you won’t get him for me, that’s coo…cause I know how to call out his name and get an answer. ”

“HA! Baby you can cry all you want, but he’s not going to hear you.” Said the teacher lady as she leaned back in her chair. Suddenly, I felt a new feeling that i hadn’t since I had been here. I didn’t like the fact that she was trying to keep me from my father! I now have a bubble down inside me that is saying, you know how to fight this, don’t give up now. And I can hear the scripture saying so loud and clear, Out of the Belly shall flow rivers of living waters! I’m Alive! and I don’t care what she has to say, until I see my Jesus face, I am not dead! Absence from the body, present with the Lord is what the word says and I belive it now, as I did then. Actually I believe it now more than ever before. Oh how we take the word of God for granted.

” Je..SS..UUU…SS!! I screamed. Oh Lord please hear my Cry! God Please forgive me for my sins. Wash me and make me new, renew my heart, my mind my soul! I know I am unworthy, but please accept my cry and my prayer. I don’t belive this is right, I don’t believe that it’s my time to die! I don’t belive that, if it was my time….sobbing…you wouldnt leave me here all alone. I know you wouldn’t do that…you love me and I love you too much Lord. PPPPLLLEEASE!”

The young girl begins to wail and travail before the Lord with me. I didn’t understand why she was crying out, maybe she felt like she wasn’t suppose to be here either and it wasn’t her time either. Whatever her reasons, I didn’t care. All I knew is that the Word of God speaks of where there are two or three gathered in my name I will be in the mist. God can’t lie. I know his word is and was and will be true. We both cried and hollered out. None of the other people seemed to be aware of anything that was going on in the room. They were still zombies.

” HEY! You two! Shut up!”  the teacher lady walked over and grabbed me up off the floor with such force that I felt as if I was going to lift a bit into the air. Her strength was somewhat unusual for a woman her normal size and frame.

” Don’t you touch me!” I said as I snatched away from her grip.  ” Here! Take this and leave. Do you hear me. You have been more trouble for me then I have ever had in a long time. Go! ” As she pushed a yellow sticky note in my hand with some numbers written on it… all I could make out of it was a lot of  2’s.  She moved me towards the door where all the other zombie people where coming in.

” Now, wait a minute! What is going on? What’s this sticky note…?” I asked.      ” You can go. I guess there was some sort of mix up. You are allowed to go back. ” she said this to me with some what of a look of disgust  in her face. She now looks at me as if she is personally ticked off that I am being freed to go. But why, what does that or me staying or leaving have anything to do with her.

” So just like that I can go? but why… then as it came to my mind, I could see it in her eyes. I knew exactly what happened. I was slow to speak, as I wanted to see what was going on really with Miss teacher lady. Jesus is alive isn’t he? I walked back near her, towards the desk and the chair that the young girl was back sitting in. He heard our prayers… and you lied! DIDN’T YOU!

” That doesn’t matter! Go! You got what you wanted. Yes, he heard you. Now GO! as she said this her eyes begin to darken with a form of rage and hatred. I knew then that she was no angel of the Lord, but no fear gripped my heart as the peace of the Lord was on me, and boldness to speak to her, or whatever she may be.

” Whoever or whatever you are, I rebuke you In the Name of Jesus. And you have no authority to touch anything on me. And if, by some chance the Lord gave you permission, as he did for Job, then so be it, but I still know who I serve and will not stop praising or reaching out to him no matter what. Even if I am not where I should be… I will praise!” I  said that with a power that I myself don’t know how or where it came from.

” So be it. I will check on this so…called…mistake…” she said as her words now are slurring, and her neck is moving in the form of  a snake. Her eyes were now black as coal. And when…I do….you will…be back…”

” No I won’t. What about her? as I pointed to the  girl who was helping me travail just moments before.  I want her to come with me. I know you didn’t do that just for me to go home. Come on, let’s go.”

The girl looked up at me and smiled and was no longer crying. She seemed so much better. ” I can’t go with you. My time has ended. I came to peace with it many years ago, but sometimes I forget and I relive it all over again as if it was brand new too me. But you go and continue to give him praise.”  she got up from her seat and gave the teacher lady a look of as if too say, “Now What?” At this point I am confused and tired and I don’t understand what is going on. I still really just want to go home. ” Don’t be afraid, Duchy. God has not given you the spirit of fear, but of power and a sound mind.

” I hate you can’t go with me. But I understand if it was truly your time. I know that you know the Lord.” i said too her as I gave her a hug and then whispered in her ear, ” That teacher lady is not of the Lord. Why must you stay here with her? ”  She pulled away from me to move me directly in her face so that I could hear and see everything that she was saying too me.

” This place was not for you, but how my life came to an end was. I knew that you didn’t belong here the moment you walked in the door. That’s what jolted my memory back. It happens occasionally, now and then someone gets here that isn’t suppose to be. Your right though, about her, she isn’t of the Lord and because of my choices I am here and have been allowed to help others as I can, but my resting as been set  until that great judgement day and there is no returning for me. She said what she could hope to deceive you as all the others have been over the years, but I and the gentleman that spoke earlier no the truth and sometimes are used some what as protectors and aids to those that are here incorrectly. Duchy, I say too you…becareful of all things, and know that the warfare is not carnal, and he, Satan,  does desire to destroy you.” She hugged me one last time as tears ran down my face. I knew that whatever happened to her must have been tragic for her to be stuck here. She walked me towards the door and whispered, the warfare is not given to the swift. I nodded and walked out the door.

” Duchy?…. DUCHY? girl you hear me calling you!” said my mother while standing over by my sisters and the ice cream stand at the park. ” Uhn?….ummm…  I mean Ma’mn!” I was back with my mother the day’s before I could no more remember what happened. I was allowed to come back right before whatever happened to me, that supposedly killed me, but what in the world was it!? Could I possibly stop it before it happened again. OH DEAR GOD, Please I don’t want to die! ….AGAIN. 


Ugh, my phone is always ringing…she said,  well I will finish this dream another time.



“Dreadful Thumping’s and Prayer“


             As I lay here with my eyes now open, my heart is beating quite fast. I truly hate when that happens! I hate when I have a dream that scares the crap out of me that my heart starts beating so fast while I am still sleeping. This dream stuck out like a fat man squeezing in a Kia Rio. SMH! 

              All I know is to pray when I have had a dream that places fear in my heart. I can remember when I would tell momma about the dreams that I have had, especially if they scared me. She would always tell me, “Now you better call on the name of Jesus! Plead the blood and tell Satan to stop coming in your dream.  Are you praying before you go to bed LaTasha?”  “ Yes Ma’mn. I did.” I would respond with a now bit fear of her, as her words were all ways so powerful. As from then on as a child I learned how to call on the name of Jesus and plead the blood over myself when I would pray at night. I truly didn’t like those heart beating fast dreams.

               As I got older, the dreams didn’t stop and momma begins to notice something about them. That all of them weren’t just “nightmares” they seem to have a meaning and a purpose to them of some sort. All I knew is that they made my heart beat fast and I would wake up breathing like I have ran a mile knowing I was too fat to run around the darn block.

              “LaTasha, I think the Lord is giving you some of those dreams. Pay attention to them, and write them down. Then pray over it and ask the Lord to give you the understanding of the dream and what it means. “Momma said. I heard her, and I did it…but I still just wanted them to stop. The next dreams I had,  I wrote them down and looked back on them from time to time, and truly I would remember something else every time that I could not remember before. Soon, the understanding of those dreams became more evident and I begin to despise them even more. The dreams weren’t blue skies and flowers; they were of death of people I loved. I would see people who have already passed away in my family, talking in the dreams. Momma told me that when a person that has already passed is in your dream, sometimes it means that they represent death, as majority of all dreams are symbolic.


That’s all I needed to add to my heart beating fast, sweating, can’t go back to sleep dreams. Death. Demons. Spirits.  After the age of 9 years old, I was now experiencing all of this, and it only lengthened as I have gotten older. They still mess with me now at 25, but I don’t freak out as much anymore. Key word there folks…AS MUCH. I now seek the Lord consistently for an understanding of the dreams that he gives me and the discernment to know when they are of an unclean spirit. This is a gift that The Lord has given me, that I sho nough didn’t ask for and one that I would not have minded if he took it back! I’m just saying. But on the flip, I love to know that the Lord still has chosen me for something…something!! …not everything but…something. That connection is priceless and as much as I disliked it, it’s a gift I have learned to take seriously and move accordingly to his will.

I have seen the death of my family and could feel the Spirit of Mourning relating to them. Those dreams I thought was the hardest of all, because shortly afterwards they passed away. But I learned that the hardest dreams to see were the ones that dealt with ME. Showing me things about myself in the spiritual realm that God wanted me to see and be aware of what was going on. Dreams from me seeing my guardian angel fighting on my behalf, and that angel was Gabriel himself…can we say “WOW!” all the way to me seeing my death, twice now, officially today. Satan has a plan for me, obviously he has seen what God has in store and wants to stop me from getting to it, but I think that is pretty neat that he is fighting so hard to stop something that has to be, absolutely, amazing! And it makes me want to fight even harder.  I mean really, wouldn’t that make you fight if you knew that someone was attacking you only because they can see what you can’t and it must be something lovely, OR…. It is something detrimental to them. I think it’s both for me. Accepting a call at 16 years old was pretty earlier to start the movement to tear down the strong holds of Satan’s kingdom. Is he scared!? Good. Cause as long as I can, I praise and live for God. So I say to him with me starting this blog, YOUR MOVE!

I will write many things on this blog, mainly dreams, visions, poems, or even lessons that I have encountered and lived. Oh and beware, I do love to crack jokes so be ready for some of that too!! The next posting is a dream that I experience the last two nights. I pray that when you read these you are blessed, moved, and that something related to you. I cover this work with the power of the anointing through the Holy Ghost that I believe to be real…wait I know to be real. I cast down any plans that Satan has, and his will is not welcome in this camp. These words will and shall reach the nations and the Lord’s Will, whatever that may be, shall go forth! In Jesus name I pray. Amen.

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This is my first Blog and I am so excited to see what my creative mind can come up with! I am planning on writing short stories to start and eventually go from there, so we shall see what happens as you follow my journey! Keep in touch and come by often. 😉 Thanks.