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May 2014

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HUMAN BEINGS AND SEX

Sex is a good thing when not abused. It is something that humans enjoy more than any other species created by God. Sex was given to us for procreation. In the physical world animals makes use of it as such, but humans, because of free will, uses it At will, however, whenever and wherever they please. Sex can be as Salacious or as lewd as you want it, depending who you are and your lustful ways, mind or manner and it could be dignified and purposeful, enjoyed through love and peaceful union. Regardless of its use there is but one result when the act is over, and that is the Orgasm, if achieved! While some people have experienced this few seconds of intense wonder and amazement, others have never had the pleasure of making its acquaintance, and the reasons may not be because they have never engaged in the Sex act, but because they have never found such lauded enjoyment as others rave about. ...

Sex is a good thing when not abused. It is something that humans enjoy more than any other species created by God. Sex was given to us for procreation. In the physical world animals makes use of it as such, but humans, because of free will, uses it At will, however, whenever and wherever they please. Sex can be as Salacious or as lewd as you want it, depending who you are and your lustful ways, mind or manner and it could be dignified and purposeful, enjoyed through love and peaceful union. Regardless of its use there is but one result when the act is over, and that is the Orgasm, if achieved! While some people have experienced this few seconds of intense wonder and amazement, others have never had the pleasure of making its acquaintance, and the reasons may not be because they have never engaged in the Sex act, but because they have never found such lauded enjoyment as others rave about. ...

WHY ARE WE DIFFERENT?

There was a time when I had a conversation with my daughter where I told her that it was exhausting to sit and write every day on my blog. I said so because I hate to type, I am not good at it, I make many errors and have to read over and over again to see my mistakes, and even after I  publish the post, I still read and find errors which embarrasses me because I am thinking that you all have already read it and seen my mistakes and have had to try and figure out what the hell I was trying to say! ...

There was a time when I had a conversation with my daughter where I told her that it was exhausting to sit and write every day on my blog. I said so because I hate to type, I am not good at it, I make many errors and have to read over and over again to see my mistakes, and even after I  publish the post, I still read and find errors which embarrasses me because I am thinking that you all have already read it and seen my mistakes and have had to try and figure out what the hell I was trying to say! ...

A BLOGGER SHARED HER STORY!!!

Comment: Hello everyone..I'm new around here. I haven't read all the stories (a lot) but I LOVE OBARA and her stories. Here is one that I would like to share, after reading about her spiritual visitors. I've had a few, but I love this one. When My Grandfather and Friends came to Visit I remember dreaming of my grandfather's passing. The images were that of a narrow road in Jamaica, rain falling so hard the roads were flooded and the water ran the color of brown clay. I was standing and watching a procession of men in black suits, white shirts, and purple sashes across dem. The band lead the procession and I was watching from a plaza (payza) with wooden flooring, outside. ...

Comment: Hello everyone..I'm new around here. I haven't read all the stories (a lot) but I LOVE OBARA and her stories. Here is one that I would like to share, after reading about her spiritual visitors. I've had a few, but I love this one. When My Grandfather and Friends came to Visit I remember dreaming of my grandfather's passing. The images were that of a narrow road in Jamaica, rain falling so hard the roads were flooded and the water ran the color of brown clay. I was standing and watching a procession of men in black suits, white shirts, and purple sashes across dem. The band lead the procession and I was watching from a plaza (payza) with wooden flooring, outside. ...

EXTRAORDINARY PEOPLE WE MEET

Someone I knew years ago told me that while growing up with her Grandmother in Jamaica,  her grandmother made it known to all of her children and grand children that they should bring her flowers while she was alive, in her living state. She said, do not bring them when she has left the world, what would be the use! To which I concur!..I have told you all about my Mentors and great friends, Mr. Mitchel, Mr. Pierre and my sweet Padrino. These people I had recognized as ones I had to meet in this life time, and I feel so blessed that I met them, and so their memory lives on within me and also I have introduced them to my children you all and anyone I meet. They left an impact on my life and because of them, I am who I am. Another Extraordinary person I met was my Mother. Born in Lucea, Hanover Jamaica, she was quick to tell you that she has been a naturalized Kingstonian from age sixteen. If you notice, she is scattered through out most of my posts, as I recall fond and not so fond memories of her. She is alive and well, still with my dad, but she was, to me, an enigma, and I suppose also to a lot of people. Mama was a beautiful woman, not just physically but what she exuded through her character as a person, though strong and a natural born leader, she cared about people and had not a drop of evil in her, not too short and just shy of plump, with skin so firm and tight you could not pinch her.  An extremely stylish woman, who dressed nicely all the time, but when she was home she would relax, cook and sing (while cooking) in her favorite blue shorts which she wore almost every day when we lived in Jamaica. She had friends who visited her a lot and some would speak in hushed tones to her about problems they were having, seeking help for her to solve them. ...

Someone I knew years ago told me that while growing up with her Grandmother in Jamaica,  her grandmother made it known to all of her children and grand children that they should bring her flowers while she was alive, in her living state. She said, do not bring them when she has left the world, what would be the use! To which I concur!..I have told you all about my Mentors and great friends, Mr. Mitchel, Mr. Pierre and my sweet Padrino. These people I had recognized as ones I had to meet in this life time, and I feel so blessed that I met them, and so their memory lives on within me and also I have introduced them to my children you all and anyone I meet. They left an impact on my life and because of them, I am who I am. Another Extraordinary person I met was my Mother. Born in Lucea, Hanover Jamaica, she was quick to tell you that she has been a naturalized Kingstonian from age sixteen. If you notice, she is scattered through out most of my posts, as I recall fond and not so fond memories of her. She is alive and well, still with my dad, but she was, to me, an enigma, and I suppose also to a lot of people. Mama was a beautiful woman, not just physically but what she exuded through her character as a person, though strong and a natural born leader, she cared about people and had not a drop of evil in her, not too short and just shy of plump, with skin so firm and tight you could not pinch her.  An extremely stylish woman, who dressed nicely all the time, but when she was home she would relax, cook and sing (while cooking) in her favorite blue shorts which she wore almost every day when we lived in Jamaica. She had friends who visited her a lot and some would speak in hushed tones to her about problems they were having, seeking help for her to solve them. ...

CATS REVISITED

  Spiritually, Animals bares a great significance in humans life, not only for consumption and sacrifice, but they are also here to aid us in our journey, at least the ones who doesn't try to eat us. They cannot speak  like human beings so their intuition is heightened, you may even say that they have what is called extra sensory perception. A Dog seems to howl as if in mourning when someone is about to die. When Bees comes around they usually brings money, while Wasps creates confusion and arguments, Ants carry the message of travel, tells of rain or sometimes quarrel and the Owl bears the burden of Death. Supernatural beings, demons or Ghost can never possess a Cock, a Dove or a Lamb, says Mr. Mitchel, one of my Spiritual mentors, according to him. these animals are special to the Christ and situations surrounding him, the Cock crowed thrice when Peter denied Christ, the Dove descended on the Christ should at his baptism and the Christ is called the Lamb of the world. Butterflies represents your guardian angels,the snail represents peace and the Orisha Obatala, who is the Orisha for peace. A Fox is cunning, and a Lion represents strength. Dolphins saved the life of Elian Gonzalez, here is the story... ...

  Spiritually, Animals bares a great significance in humans life, not only for consumption and sacrifice, but they are also here to aid us in our journey, at least the ones who doesn't try to eat us. They cannot speak  like human beings so their intuition is heightened, you may even say that they have what is called extra sensory perception. A Dog seems to howl as if in mourning when someone is about to die. When Bees comes around they usually brings money, while Wasps creates confusion and arguments, Ants carry the message of travel, tells of rain or sometimes quarrel and the Owl bears the burden of Death. Supernatural beings, demons or Ghost can never possess a Cock, a Dove or a Lamb, says Mr. Mitchel, one of my Spiritual mentors, according to him. these animals are special to the Christ and situations surrounding him, the Cock crowed thrice when Peter denied Christ, the Dove descended on the Christ should at his baptism and the Christ is called the Lamb of the world. Butterflies represents your guardian angels,the snail represents peace and the Orisha Obatala, who is the Orisha for peace. A Fox is cunning, and a Lion represents strength. Dolphins saved the life of Elian Gonzalez, here is the story... ...

SOPHIA SPENCER THE BETRAYER

God had a plan, yes there was a plan for me, although I had no idea what that plan was I felt Gods presence while growing up. I was a lonely child while I grew, In Jamaica I had a few friends, if you could call them that, but I was always comfortable being by myself. While my peers played dolly house, and dandy shandy and base-ball (our Jamaican way), I would go to Miss Martin Shop, next door from where I lived, and buy the star,I am about seven or eight years old by this. Odd I know, but I had always felt grown and was never up for the frivolities of my counterparts. So I would stand in my yard and play with my holla hoop, and my father had painted out a permanent hop scotch for me in the front yard, which I played on my own. Jamaica was fun, I thank God that I chose Jamaica to be the country of my birth, where I would be born when I received a body to come to earth realm and I would do it all over again if I had to. I was a very bright student and I applied myself to my school work. I remember my friend Sofia Spencer, a Jamaican Indian girl, coolie gal as we say in Jam Dung (Jamaica). She had a forceful personality, and I liked that because I did not like weak people, as I was already aware of how dominant and strong I was even at that tender age. She was a little older that me, but we were in the same class because I had always been placed one class ahead because of my excellence in school work. ...

God had a plan, yes there was a plan for me, although I had no idea what that plan was I felt Gods presence while growing up. I was a lonely child while I grew, In Jamaica I had a few friends, if you could call them that, but I was always comfortable being by myself. While my peers played dolly house, and dandy shandy and base-ball (our Jamaican way), I would go to Miss Martin Shop, next door from where I lived, and buy the star,I am about seven or eight years old by this. Odd I know, but I had always felt grown and was never up for the frivolities of my counterparts. So I would stand in my yard and play with my holla hoop, and my father had painted out a permanent hop scotch for me in the front yard, which I played on my own. Jamaica was fun, I thank God that I chose Jamaica to be the country of my birth, where I would be born when I received a body to come to earth realm and I would do it all over again if I had to. I was a very bright student and I applied myself to my school work. I remember my friend Sofia Spencer, a Jamaican Indian girl, coolie gal as we say in Jam Dung (Jamaica). She had a forceful personality, and I liked that because I did not like weak people, as I was already aware of how dominant and strong I was even at that tender age. She was a little older that me, but we were in the same class because I had always been placed one class ahead because of my excellence in school work. ...

WICKED PEOPLE!!!

I received my Osun in Lagos Nigeria many Years ago. I had looked long and hard for someone to take me there. Nigeria has a stigma attached to it, of scammers and what they call 419 people and this is true, so I was very cautious in finding someone to take me there. Padrino always told me that I had to put myself under a Spiritual house and I knew Orisha  was the way for me. A Lucumi Priest had done a reading for me and had told me that I belonged to Yemoja, which in Africa is a River Deity but here in the West she is celebrated as a deity of the Ocean. I had doubts about that, because most of Yemoja’s children I had seen had enormous boobs, which seemed to beckon babies to come and dine. I am just being honest as to my thoughts then, however irrelevant it was to the truth at the time. Mr. Pierre, the Haitian Hougnan had done a ceremony for me, unbeknownst to me what he did, where he had me sit in a room and lit a plate with Florida water and passed it around me and shouted to something, I do not know what, “Your’e not coming!” , while he chanted incantations and pounded on certain parts of my body. He never told me  what he did and I did not ask. I trusted him and so I accepted whatever he chose to do to me. Remember in one of my post I had written that he had asked me to spend three days at his house as to strengthen my brain and receive what he wanted to give me and in order for me to get it I had to spend three days with him, which I rejected, but kept on visiting him as my guide and mentor. ...

I received my Osun in Lagos Nigeria many Years ago. I had looked long and hard for someone to take me there. Nigeria has a stigma attached to it, of scammers and what they call 419 people and this is true, so I was very cautious in finding someone to take me there. Padrino always told me that I had to put myself under a Spiritual house and I knew Orisha  was the way for me. A Lucumi Priest had done a reading for me and had told me that I belonged to Yemoja, which in Africa is a River Deity but here in the West she is celebrated as a deity of the Ocean. I had doubts about that, because most of Yemoja’s children I had seen had enormous boobs, which seemed to beckon babies to come and dine. I am just being honest as to my thoughts then, however irrelevant it was to the truth at the time. Mr. Pierre, the Haitian Hougnan had done a ceremony for me, unbeknownst to me what he did, where he had me sit in a room and lit a plate with Florida water and passed it around me and shouted to something, I do not know what, “Your’e not coming!” , while he chanted incantations and pounded on certain parts of my body. He never told me  what he did and I did not ask. I trusted him and so I accepted whatever he chose to do to me. Remember in one of my post I had written that he had asked me to spend three days at his house as to strengthen my brain and receive what he wanted to give me and in order for me to get it I had to spend three days with him, which I rejected, but kept on visiting him as my guide and mentor. ...

MARCUS GARVEY, HOW TO READ

Use every spare minute you have in reading. If you are going on a journey that would take you an hour carry something with you to read for that hour until you have reached the place. If you are sitting down waiting for somebody, have something in your pocket to read until the person comes. Don´t waste time. Any time you think you have to waste put it in reading something. Carry with you a small pocket dictionary and study words whilst waiting or travelling, or a small pocket volume on some particular subject. Read through at least one book every week separate and distinct from your newspapers and journals. It will mean that at the end of one year you will have read fifty-two different subjects. After five years you will have read over two hundred and fifty books. You may be considered then a well read man or a well read woman and there will be a great difference between you and the person who has not read one book. You will be considered intelligent and the other person be considered ignorant. You and that person therefore will be living in two different worlds; one the world of ignorance and the other the world of intelligence. Never forget that intelligence rules the world and ignorance carries the burden. Therefore, remove yourself as far as possible from ignorance and seek as far as possible to be intelligent.  ...

Use every spare minute you have in reading. If you are going on a journey that would take you an hour carry something with you to read for that hour until you have reached the place. If you are sitting down waiting for somebody, have something in your pocket to read until the person comes. Don´t waste time. Any time you think you have to waste put it in reading something. Carry with you a small pocket dictionary and study words whilst waiting or travelling, or a small pocket volume on some particular subject. Read through at least one book every week separate and distinct from your newspapers and journals. It will mean that at the end of one year you will have read fifty-two different subjects. After five years you will have read over two hundred and fifty books. You may be considered then a well read man or a well read woman and there will be a great difference between you and the person who has not read one book. You will be considered intelligent and the other person be considered ignorant. You and that person therefore will be living in two different worlds; one the world of ignorance and the other the world of intelligence. Never forget that intelligence rules the world and ignorance carries the burden. Therefore, remove yourself as far as possible from ignorance and seek as far as possible to be intelligent.  ...

MY TRADITIONAL GOD MOTHER

To understand the story coming up, pleased do not skip over this one, Enjoy!!...

To understand the story coming up, pleased do not skip over this one, Enjoy!!...

POISONOUS FAMILY MEMBERS

Yet another Post I find worthy of re-blogging, if you have read it already read it again, because a post will soon follow of the story I did not want to share before, so to be able to understand full,...

Yet another Post I find worthy of re-blogging, if you have read it already read it again, because a post will soon follo...