August 8, 2014 Obara Meji 220Comment

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Today is very busy for me, I am extremely tired and have not gotten much rest, but I have an obligation to this site and tonight is the second of our Book Club Night for our Naughty Discussions and I have yet to write the second part to Penny, much less send it off to you my club members. I have shared from off the internet some stories of reincarnation, and past life memories, I did this so that I can have time to write on Penny, email them out to you as I am running behind schedule. At later date I too will add my own story of past life memories and there are many, but there is one which still gets me teary eyed when I remember it. Please remember tomorrow will be Improv Saturday, Any one can open the floor and we all we just fall in, enjoy your day.

This one is about my Spiritual Husband, and as I type I my eyes are welling up with tears. The last story below reminds me some what of “Him” and there are times when I sit and go off into wonderment about him, trust me if he was my husband once upon a time then he was “someone to be admired and respected” The wicked baby father may have been horrible to me, but he was a Street King wid nuff respect given to him anywhere he went. I am attracted to powerful and confident men and they seem to be attracted to me as well, but with some as with the wicked one his ego got in the way.

Several years ago, while I lived with someone, “He” would come and visit me, at nights while I slept. His presence was always loving, and peaceful to me and I felt the most magnificent love when I am around him in my dreams , so much so that when I wake up, I would cry for days while the present lover held and comforted me as I lamented about missing “him” in my dreams. I have yet to find that feeling of love in its purest form with anyone else in my life, and I suspect that it is not in our realm!

I have never seen his face fully, but he is a tall, slender, sexy man, always dressed neatly in white and black and there are times when he is with me in a dream or vision and He is beside me but I cannot see him, and another time when he comes and stays the whole night with me, and we talk (I never remember of what upon waking), we cook together and I wash clothes and he helps me to hang them and we just are together and it feels good, where we are in the dream is also calm and peaceful and he would even hug me and I would hug him back and our embrace would be like that for a while, just us hugging each other in silence with warmth and comfort of each other’s arms, no implication of sex or even desire, just a warm solid embrace which I begged in my head for it not to end as I stand there locked with him. In my real life I am loving, extremely so, I like to touch and feel and play, joke and laugh and have fun, if you are ever in my presence you will never be sad, my children loves me for that, I am silly when it comes to having a good time, and all around me loves me for that, I have even flat lined (extreme laughter) some Africans who speak no English with my jocular personality and comedic actions.

In any relationship I am in the man had never in his life ever felt love like what I give to him, It is complete love, total care, without words, it is expressive love through action and devotion, a dedication unchallenged, a possessiveness (from me) which is embraced (by him), until him say or do something to kill it, then that’s it for me, because once I am done I am done! In my dreams there has never been any sexual contact with him, my spiritual husband. Where ever I am in the world he is there, I know I am aware of him, he looks after me and care for me and love me unconditionally (I am at moment crying and barely see to type, just ah bawl suh like mi ah eediat!).

I am a medium and when this gift was handed down to me a particular man became my main guide and he even told me his name, he while he lived was a spiritualist a very good one, he speaks in parables and laughs a lot when he come down, everybody who meets him when he speaks through me loves him and when I have spiritual sessions and fifty may spirits pass through my body, people who are in attendance of the session while they may thankful of the messages brought by other spirits, they are never totally satisfied until he shows up. I believe he is my husband!

I want to live here on earth for a very long time, no I am not afraid of death because I will never die, but I want to be in my physical body alive and healthy for as long as I can for my children, for them! We only have each other, and I cannot see me leaving them in physical form for now, I have so much to teach them and I want to see them through, I must!

It is comforting to me that he awaits for me in another realm, and I only pray that I do what I need to do here so that I am worthy to live in his realm when the time is right and the mist have rolled away which will not be for now. This is one of the reasons I get up everyday and sit in front of the computer and blog, hoping to share of me that which may help another, or someone can learn something from my postings, so that I am fulfilling a purpose, a divine purpose, at least one of them.

Bí ọkọ̀ kan ó re Ejínrín (a town), ẹgbẹgbẹ̀rún ẹ̀ á lọ. /
If one bus won’t go to Ejinrin, thousands others will go. Yoruba Proverb!

[No one (and nothing) is irreplaceable; alternatives always exist]

 

All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love….Obara Meji!

There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned….Obara Meji!

 

 


Reincarnation Stories
Old Mommy/New Mommy

I’m not sure about reincarnation, but I’ve been interested in it for several years for one reason: My daughter.

When she was little, she always seemed like an “old soul.” In fact, she barely seemed a child. Late in her second year, she started talking about “Old Mommy.”
I never asked questions but she brought the subject up a lot. She also was inclined to call me “New Mommy,” on occasion.

She told me that Old Mommy had lots of kids. Old Mommy had pushed her into a hole and she never woke up after that. Most commonly her comments about Old Mommy would come up when I would do something unextraordinary, like hugging her at night when she was scared. “You are much nicer than Old Mommy,” she would say.

She told me that Old Mommy was very mean to her and that she was scared of her. She said she came to me so that she could have a good mommy.

The one thing that stood out in my mind was a comment she made when she was three. I had dressed her and gone into the living room. I sensed her presence. She looked me and said, “Thank you for my clothes. When I lived with Old Mommy my clothes were raggy and there were always holes in my socks.” What was SO odd about that was not just the knowledge of things like airplanes or other people. It was the extreme gratitude for little things at an age where a show of gratitude is virtually non-existent unless it is forced. What three year old knows the discomfort of holes in their socks?

She is eight now and has no memory of Old Mommy. She spoke of Old Mommy regularly and I should have paid more attention. I wish I had asked questions. But I didn’t want to unintentionally lead her. I am willing to learn and I want to know what exactly happened to my daughter.

 

Reincarnation Stories
Killed During a Robbery
Following is my reincarnation dream. I’m well-dressed, on a horse, wearing a top hat and a coat with tails. My female riding partner is wearing a blue mob cap and a blue dress. We’re laughing while riding through what I believe were large wealthy estates with tall hedges. I feel bad that we are riding through other people’s yards, but she is leading and I am eager to please her.

The strange thing was I knew this woman was a part of me, like we were married, but I had no idea who she was. I was taller in the dream, about 6′, and my wife or girlfriend was about 5’8”. it seems like late 18th century in the U.K., but I suppose it could also be colonial America.

The dream goes from frolic to nightmare when she starts riding towards town. It’s a dangerous place that we knew we should stay out of. I had to follow her, though, to see to her safety, but I was upset she was riding there. I  couldn’t keep up with her and eventually lost her in town. I looked for her through these drab streets for what seemed like hours. The feeling was desperate and scary.

Then I’m being surrounded by some bad men. The man in front of me with dirty blond hair and cap is backing up my horse into an alley and I know my life is in peril. I continue to be backed up and then…nothing. I assume I got hit in the head by someone behind me and died.

I think I was in my late 20’s. I guess I was killed for my horse, clothes and the money in my pockets. Someday if I could afford It I’d love to have a past life regression reading because I’m sure this man’s identity is recorded somewhere and maybe I could get a name.

J

 

Reincarnation Stories
A Slave In the South
I was in the Peace Corps and served in Cameroon, West Africa. During Peace Corps training in Quebec, being an artist, I occasionally helped the trainers by drawing illustrations about what they were teaching us. They commented more than once about how I automatically knew what African scenes looked like. When I arrived in Cameroon, it flashed in my mind as we were in the air over Douala, where I would end up being posted, “He’s down there.”
A couple of months later, when working in that city, I met a young African to whom I became close. He seemed familiar to me. Many years later I had a reading by a psychic who told me I had been a slave named Cornelia “somewhere in the South in the early 1800s” and that I had been brought over pregnant, then lost the baby in what they called a “hospital” (which was a dirty building at the time).
During this present life, though I am white and now in my 60s, I have always loved black music, rarely ever white music unless it is black inspired (such as swing). In my earlier days (I have since had a hip replacement which has slowed this down), I was, if I say so myself, a very good dancer. I have had total strangers, including black men, come up to me on the dance floor to tell me how well I could dance. At a Cameroonian wedding in Philadelphia, one told me I danced “like a Douala girl.”
I believe that the man I met in Africa in this lifetime was, in that earlier lifetime, either the father of the baby I lost or possibly my father or brother. I need to add that when I watched Roots years ago or if I watch any show with slaves or bigoted Southerners in it, I get all riled up, even to the point of yelling at the TV!
Reincarnation Stories
I Watched Myself Being Buried

 

 

 

Years ago, when I was about 13 or 14, I was casually watching a ghost-hunter show as I was eating dinner.

The episode took place in a stone castle, either in England or Ireland. The crew went into a cellar where there were huge, dusty pots/vases. I suddenly felt ice cold, and tears came into my eyes for no reason. It’s happening again just as I type this…like a profound sadness; a hopelessness.

The view then panned over to the staircase. I knew that staircase. I knew that I had spent years watching it in the dark, waiting for someone to come down and discover me. And I knew that I had been buried under one of the vases, in the dirt floor. I knew that I had been a young woman (as I am now), and I knew that I had at least one child, probably two. I can’t quite recall their names, or mine. I also knew that I had been having an affair with a cruel man, and that he had killed me and left me there alone.

I believe that my head was bashed into a wall as he held my hair, and I can somewhat remember leaving my body and watching him strangle me and then bury me. These memories came later, but they feel like truths. I suppose I remember being a ghost more than my actual past life – the emotions were so very intense. I didn’t want to “move on” because I never knew what happened to my children. Obviously, at some point, I left. Perhaps someone helped me, or perhaps I saw the spirits of my children once they themselves passed on. I guess I’ll never really know.

I do know that I’m crying again, right now, and I haven’t even seen an image of this cellar in years. But the vision of it is firmly imprinted in my mind; all I have to do is recall it, and I feel again as if I am desperately waiting for something, after having been murdered and forgotten.

Of course, all of this really freaked me out, because I had never even thought about the concept of past lives – I was just trying to eat my dinner! This whole experience was 10 years ago – I’m 24 now – but it still really affects me. I have poured over every episode of the ghost shows I used to watch, but can’t find the one I watched that day.

I have tried to doubt myself, to think that maybe I was just imagining everything, but never before have I suddenly and without a doubt known things to be true. The first thing that came to my mind was “My body is there, under that vase.” Nothing like that has ever happened to me, before or since.

 

 

Reincarnation Stories
I Was My Own Grandma
My mother had three kids before I was born, two older daughters and a son. For many years, she wanted one more child but the doctors told her it wouldn’t be possible. She had told my dad’s mother, who was living with the family, just how badly she had wanted one more child.

Anyway, my grandmother passed away in November, 1972. My mother soon got pregnant with me. I was born in March, 1974. When I was around three years old, in 1977, we took a short cut through the cemetery that was right behind our house. We were approaching my grandmother’s tombstone when I suddenly blurted out, “There is where I sleep,” pointing in the direction of my grandmother’s grave. That totally freaked everyone out. As we approached closer, I pointed again, “There, that is where i sleep.” Sure enough, I was pointing to my grandmother’s grave. My mum just about fainted.

She decided to test me a short time later with things around the house. For example, she used several knitted sweaters. I would point out the ones my grandmother had knitted, stating that “I” had done them. My mother tried to trick me and brought out a sweater my mother had actually knitted, asking if I had knitted this as well. I said, “NO, you did.” She continued to try and trick me. I insisted that “NO, YOU knitted that one, because I remember.”

My mother and siblings told me of this experience. I have vague memories of being scared of the hallway, too. I would always dash past it when it was time for bed. My grandmother had passed away in that hallway, before I was born.

 

Reincarnation Stories
A Man Named Walter
Three years ago, when I was fifteen years old, I was in my backyard picking up sticks for my father. When I turned towards my house, I saw a man who was transparent around the edges, standing in my boiler room window. When I saw him, I was shocked but not scared; most of all I felt a strange sense of relief.

The word “Finally” popped into my mind and I felt as if the man I was staring at had waited a long time to see me. Eventually he turned around and walked out of the room. Immediately I ran inside and informed my father. He searched the house and found no one or any signs of forced entry.

After that, random things would happen every few months. A man opened my bedroom door one night and peeked his head in. I thought it was my father, so I told him goodnight and that I loved him. It was so dark that he was just a shadow, but he nodded his head and closed my door. I said something to my father about it the next day, and my dad told me he did not check on me the night before.

Things have moved and I’ve seen shadows. I’ve caught a few electronic recordings with this man’s voice, and in one of them he whispered his name: it was Walter.

I’m 18 now and over the course of three years, I have developed a sort of bond with Walter. I feel like I know him in a way. He has always seemed familiar to me. And one night, I think I found the answer as to why he is around.

My sister, two of her friends and I decided to do an Ouija board in my front yard. And Walter came through for 45 minutes. We figured out early on that Walter seemed strangely connected to me, and we realized that he only answered the questions I asked.

Walter explained to me that I lived another life before this one, one that he was involved in. He said my name was Rose and we met in 1912. I was his nurse in a war. He told me that we fell in love with each other quite quickly. He said I was very beautiful, with long red hair. I found this bit kind of funny, because ever since I was a little girl I have loved red hair. He then revealed that I died and a few years later, he died as well, though he did not reveal how. Walter told me he’d been searching for me for a very long time and that he finally found me when I was fifteen years old. I was fifteen when I saw him in my boiler room.

I asked him why it was that I am now living again and he isn’t, to which he responded “Fate.”

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Everyone has great stories!

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Evening folks, sorry I missed the naughty friday fun yesterday. I thought I would be able to pop in like with the regular blog posts. By time I found out the rule about being on the whole time I was about to leave the house. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

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Yailings Nile, Kia, Yaz and Day! Nuh watch nutten, mi glad fi si unoo. Have a good weekend!

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Happy Weekend my sweeties. Omg, I don’t know where to begin with my apologies….

I am extremely sorry I missed our Naughty Fridays book club discussion. I don’t even know what to say… I’m just embarassed! I’ve already sent Obara an email and its only fair I apologize publicly as well as since I’ve disappointed you. There’s no excuse. Mi shame till it look bad! I NEEDED to release some awful energy that’s been plaguing me for a very long time and mi too damn brite fi guh dweet pan our time here but yuh know when yuh nah tink yuh juss do?? A dat.

Mi shame till it look a way caz mi pree how Obara, although she has a million tings fi deal wid daily, she still mek it har point of duty fi gi wi de likkle lesson and especially yesterday where she speedily guh duss out di chapter suh we can have it, while she busy, so who am I fi guh use wi time and deal wid odda tings and basically waste fi unuh. Mi sarry bad and mi tek full responsibility so I know the consequence.

Ps, mi still ago claim Judd as mi man fi life altho mi nah guh get fi know who him a gi mi good lovin to. Sh*t bun mi yuh fret! A c-rus punishment dat eenuh??? Fi hear seh yuh man a run road and yuh nuh have nuh se! Sasscrise… mi nah gu can manij da day de… but a good fi mi!… Mi too rass brite!

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Ekarooo mi fambo morning Nile. i did play hooky from wuk n go beach whole day yesterday. It did crowded yu faat. Mi jus memba Ty lol n hold mi head str888 n send on mi gifts to Yemoja.
Obara jus dun read plz send next pawt wen it ready wooiiieee aunt jen aunt lol how antonio naave ntn fi seh wen aunty a reel out ppl bizniz n smoke di highgrade lol him prolly deh a laff. Judd stiff up b4 penny ring bell suh wi kno how dat aguh hmmmm yes jah jah!!!
Love n light fambo

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The wayward one has returned. Peace, light and love to each and every one!!! I have missed you all so much.

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Thanks for rapping with me NuNu, my apologies, again for being late. Me ago de bout till 2am; go a bed if yu ready and sweet dreams of Judd…lol or a Trevor? dwlnn

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Cami it’s Judd, Trev Trev, Michael(can’t forget mi spuggy) and Toy come hot up mi head tonight yah wid James ‘Ghost’ St.Patrick suh him haffi come along tuh, mi poor likkle queen size mattress wha mi get pon sale! Good night Cam!

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lolol…yu gwan need a California size bed…me see O ask who name ghost..dwl. Good Morning NuNu.

NuNu
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No Cami! Dat woulda be a bredda an sister mix up an blenda!

Cami
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lol, I went there because a the way Jen deliver the news..lol. Then again, maybe the mother pass 50..lol

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Mi hope suh lol, but aunt Jen well a pree wha deh gwaan with Jud an Penny shi soon buss the ‘secret’ by the next family dinner

Cami
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Nunu, you think Penny’s mother being married to Frank may have dampen her and Judds chances of a “forever”?

NuNu
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Frank will probably think Jud is overstepping his bounds, he and Penny did grow up together under the same roof as family but Jud own way him guh mek Frank si the ‘light’ so to speak

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I think they are gonna be in it for the long haul but it’s not gonna be that easy cause Mr.Frank is not for it, he knows that Jud is Mr.Rico Suave and him nuh want him taint good good Penny. I do believe however that Jud nuh only attracted to her sexually but him have deeper feelings

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True. I hope har madda nah breed…lol That would just throw a wrench into the love story.

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Poor Brianna de inna insulated room a moan and groan,lol. didn’t like her. Obara, me know me late but me a have discussions wid mi self…lol Folks gone a bed early tonight. Me will be here if anybody want fi talk. Because i’m dying to know the reason fi penny going home.

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Cami,Brianna betta keep harswlf eena deh insulated room deh.A hope shi nah plot fi duh Penny nutten sake a badmine

Cami
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Interesting…

Cami
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dwln…NOW we know why aunt Jen stay so…Jen was a weedhead..lol Love it!

NuNu
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Cami di weed help loosen Aunt Jen lips fi chat out people business especially fi Rose cause fi har life very colourful!lol

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I would love to see a blow out between Rose and Jen. I take it that Rose going to let go pon Jen and Jen going to act senile and diss up Rose calmly…lololol. Weed heads don’t shout dem just calmly tell dem truths…rotf

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What’s up Cami! Jen did a save up harself fi Judd caws np odda man coulda compare

Cami
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Penny! Nunu (yu have Jen up de so…lol) yu gone inna Aunt Jen stash? DWLN

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*sister hug fi NuNu*. NuNu from Judd sniff him brandy me tek it as sign sey penny betta change har mind bout she ago pon date wid Ron.

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I didn’t really believe that penny in this day and age was really a virgin. I thought her male inner voice was just teasing.

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Me by me self? Obara you sleeping?

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Ah try to? Tiad nuh hell did you get penny part two ? I sent it

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Yes, me have it up a read. Me apologize fi me lateness, from me nu ansa a call or reach a spot on time something have me preoccupied…yu know me by now.

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Onu can run a thread…guess me go way for too long.

I am a true believer of reincarnation, it has been that way long before I even knew the word. I’ve met many people that are familiar to me the instance we meet. The familiarity ranges from “can’t stand” to “positive affection”.

I am not Christian and refuse to become one-that said I am a believer of a higher being, but more towards the ancient rather than the new (Christian,Judaism, Islam), provoking religions of the world. I’ve been drawn toward the Yoruba/Ifa- you name it, but I’ve been in on this ride since I was a little girl playing with spirits…just never knew what it was either.

My pull toward reincarnation came about during my dislike for bible beating Christian adults who believe children are idiots, hence dismissing questions with “don’t blaspheme” , “don’t question God”, “Jesus loves you”. I could never get a Christian to answer the question as to where god find so much souls to put on earth.

For all the dead human beings throughout the creation of mankind you want to tell me that that for those who come after is new…such as if you ole shoes done with you can go back go get a new pair…I’ve never believed that human lives were that commonly in stock in the heavens. Therefore, I am a big believer of REINCARNATION OF THE SPIRIT AND SOUL OF HUMANS. And NO we aren’t evil to view life in that manner as some bible beaters would want to make you believe. Up to now dinosaurs have no place in Christianity, yet we have concrete proof base on the bones left behind…lol.

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Peace and light everyone I’m off to bed

Toy
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Night Courtney

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Goodnight Courtney sweet dreams!

Toy
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Teach so where is everyone at tonight? WE ALL KNOW THE RULES SO IF THEY ARE NOT HERE FOR THE DISCUSSION, THEY ALREADY KNOW THEY WILL NOT RECEIVE THE OTHER PARTS

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Penny is about to get the pipe of her life 😀
Lucky her!

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Omg, I love that Aunt Rose smokes ganja! Good for her, lol. Me and my brother are about to step out but I’m going to try to check in periodically.

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Ok ‘see’ u later Day

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Folks I hope you all see what Teach wrote; if you all don’t READ and SHARE with us.YOU WILL NOT GET THE NEXT CHAPTER and that’s only fair because we asked her to write for us so we could read and come together as a’community’ M mi know seh yuh having technical difficulties and Kia soon rope een

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Good Evening my dears! Mmmmm Hmmm that Judd is something else. I’m finally finished.

Toy
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Hey Day!

NuNu
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Hey Day wats up? He really is yummy!

NuNu
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But dem cyaan miss all a dat!!!! Cause it’s going to be one hell of a reunion! Penthouse mash up! Management call fiah marshall! Penny admit eena hospital fi pelvic reconstruction, have mercy!!

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I wonder where Kia and Yaz are at.

NuNu
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Ok Teach, suh whe Yazzy, Cami and Kia deh, hopefully dem pass thru

NuNu
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Toy yuh can borrow Teach dawkas an pree mi huzzy!!lol mi might even mek yuh call him Jaime two time!lol
@Teach is a nice pieca bredda on the series Power on Starz, him on the shorter side but the body tun way up! An him is a bedroom bully lawd have mercy, when mi si him twk one han’ an fling up my girl pin di wall. I DIED. MERCY!!!!!!

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Lmao! OK! you have me cracking up. Yes obara and Ty where do I purchase my darkas? I need some asap

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@Courtney I am doing good. I am glad you are here. @Nunu Ghost body! Man what a body nice. You know it bun up my inside when I see him with Angie. Nunu, can i admire your husband? I like you too much I don’t want no problems. You know Tommy is going to certified loony when he finds out about his girlfriend.

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I think so lol

Courtney
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Lmao I love it

NuNu
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Lol, then you’ll fit right in!!!!

NuNu
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@ Courtney, tastefully descriptive, and red HOT!!!!

NuNu
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And Ty it’s too late fi yuh act shy!!! Yuh done bruk out pon wi way back when, lolol

Ty
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Blushing…

NuNu
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Ha!!…also before mi feget Ty, Yail up Yw please!

Ty
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I will…

I soon come back…

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TOY!!! TRY YUH BES’ NUH TEEF GHOST FROM MI!!!!!! MI HAVE ASHMA BUT MI WI FIGHT YUH!!! WHEN MI SI DI BREDDA ROLL OVA PON TASHA MI IMMEDIATELY CLAIM HIM!!!!!! YAAAASSS!!! what a trang fellow don’t even mention wallgate, bedgate and windowgate with Angie, mi neva sug grudgeful in all mi life!!!

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I’m great toy how are u

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On a side note, before I knew about reincarnation I had this lets call it a ‘dream’ cause im not certain it’s a ‘memory’ it was very vivid, it felt so real. I was trying to run away from ‘something’ and I was at the airport I went to the restroom but when I came out I was surrounded by police they did the “freeze police!” And me like a fool tried to run, I felt the bullets hitting my body, I fell to the ground, the blood felt sticky and warm, I lost feeling in my arms and legs and my vision got narrower and narrower until I couldn’t see anything the white light, I saw and when I ‘got up’ I was standing outside of two cottages side by side. The sky was purple and pink and an old lady was sitting by the window of one drinking a cup of tea, and she said to me you can go inside dont be afraid I remember walking up to the door, nothing else

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Do you remember what the lady looked like? Wait was the old lady your spirit guide?

Ty
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Wow Nunu…

For me, my experience was going to an art history class and knowing the art work before seeing the pictures or reading the book…

I also think déjà vus are a cool phenom…

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Really Ty that is awesome.

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Lol ha how naughty?????

Toy
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Hi Courtney, how are you?

Toy
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Have mercy! Omg Ty! That underwear screams where Is the fiesta!!!!!!!

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Have on my darkers..I am now in detention for bad behavior…sorry to anyone I offend…

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Lmao! Lol Ty got all shy on us.lol

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Ty mi cyaan wait fi improv Saturday tuh, cause mi want scandal Pinky nine night and feeneral lol

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Yo Nunu you like my man Ghost. Man,I love me some Power! Ok back to our schedule program

Ty
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My clothes well press fi shock out a di nine night…pinky combolung dem nah go out shine meee…

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Mi buy 5 yaad a chiffon and 2 yaad a sequin fi mek miss Pearly buil’ mi a nice outfit! Wait til unoo si mi tomorrow lol

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Where is everyone else?Unoo rope een and heat up back the Friday night!!!!!!

Ty
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Nuns is independence weekend a Ja, pure party…everyone out partying

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Ohhhh ok, suh a mi di one ole foot deh a yaad a watch reruns of Power, while everyone having a blast, ol lol

Ty
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No worries me here with you…

Courtney
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No I don’t not yet but knowing me it’s right around the corner

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Courtney we have naughty Friday where we read and discuss salacious stories

Courtney
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Oh ok lol cool so what’s the next book

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As u blog with us, it is revealed during the week…

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I have a book that I want us to read too Ty for our Fridays, I guess after the Trevor story, him is another one I can’t wait for!! Whew Lordy!!!!!!yesss Teego!

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Cool, I love to read… Can’t wait…

Yes yes Teggo a di don….

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I believe in reincarnation and feel confident that I have been here before…

Ty
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Courtney, have u had a reincarnation feeling or story!

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So what the deal on the penny email I’m lost in the madness

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We started a book club and after reading, we comment and chit chat about it on Fridays…

Ty
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Nuns, a how penny a go walk out a there when Judd done wid her?

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Ty shi haffi guh get a wheelchair! A bet yuh she’s gonna be the happiest crippled womab alive!!!! Go Penny!

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She will keep going back fi more too…soon turn addict like how aunt Jen love her weed…

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Ty and Teach mi tink seh Penny haffi guh order online dat same red ruffle a di side ‘support undergarment’ fi Jud but mi nuh tink it a guh work

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Nunu, I do not think it can work for Judd…lol

Welcome Courtney…

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Nuh true Ty! Plus I wouldn’t want to picture Jud wearing that. He’s a briefs man!!!♥♥

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Grung…true…I thought it was fun and would give a giggle…

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*home

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Hey Courtney!!! Welcome to our Friday night ‘madness’ lol

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Ok no problem I’m not shy 😉 just got him

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A nuh dat Teach how di ‘ squeeze boil’ fi deh caws judy an Rose fi deh sweat and pant suh!!!lol what a boil!!!! Aunt Jen nuh fool!

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Lololololol mi heart tring dem cyaan manij,lolol ketch di ruffle pon di fuss one

Ty
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More supportive device…

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Ok T

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Penny haffi guh phone Rose fi some ‘tips’ cause Rose soun’ like shi well verse eena di saudering business

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Lol!! Obara seh a nuh chaps, is a ‘anaconda support device’ mi deh dead!!

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Hey Teach, Judson juss as bad caws him well an know she would show up bout “what took you so long”lol

Ty
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Him a ginnal…him mek sure she “feel” him…him know seh after dat, she haffi come fi it…

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Oh a chaps it name Ty! Lol is Obara fault cause mi deh guh want buy a pair put dung fi later…whichever fellow mi fin’ guh haffi role play like hell! Cause one day him haffi go be Judson and mi guh get him a ganzy and some Clarkes caws him haffi guh play Teego/Trevor the next!

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Grung….

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Nuh chue Ty!!! Brianna well pose up eena mansion like shi a first lady, a look fi ring and commitment, gurl bye wid dat!!!!! You lose!!! Lol

Ty
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Penny better mine she end up pon meds like Brianna

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Him not even guh haffi hog tie Penny caws har yeye dry! A it shi deh look fah!

Ty
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Same suh Nunu, she well lie to Ron and run dung Judd…

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I will be back in few

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[email protected] the zoom in on the ‘package’ , mi sorry fi Penny baxide now!lol

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The thing is Aunt Jen know exactly whe fi guh fi find di weed, she an the weedman all deh pon a first name basis, lol

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Exactly! To where Raul got it pre rolled for her she been buying from him for a while. Lol

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Mi hope dem nuh send Aunt Jen to rehab! Si Penny start bawl over her aready

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Lmao @rehab! I don’t think rehab can contain Aunt Jen she will know everybody business

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Is wha she guh ask Raul fah? Aunt Jen ah weed head long time! Lol

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Bay-bay (in my down south accent). I am telling you Aunt Jen is a mess, acting like her head gone. Lmao. Aunt Rose she sure is miss liberated. If mister Judd get anymore sexier. I would like to try a piece of him lol. I am playing Yazzy! Your man very hawt!

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Nuh chue Toy!!! In that crisp white shirt, Levi jeans and the custom boots oh me oh my!! *fanning myself* Sorry Yazzy but I would!!lol

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Lawd jeez! It’s about to go down in that penthouse!!!!Obara said she didn’t have time to write much today but she’s working on the story and will email the next part tomorrow / Sunday for us. We can still discuss what we’ve read so far, cause it sill did nice!

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Lolol!! Mi nuh done read yet but Aunt Jen a kill mi!! Aunt jen puffing on that green!
…..but wait Weed a cure fi lesbianism lol , a wha Rose deh pon!?!

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Bout to read Penny part 2 now! Yeaaaah!!!

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