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No need to be alarmed, I have consulted my Behavioral Therapist Group for evaluation of this Subject, my Mental Health.
My grand-daughter is on her way so, it is important to clean up all skeletons in our closets. Whatever that demonizes me, I have chosen to speak the truth.,
My podcast as I relate today expresses my sentiments on Spiritual warfares. This is precisely what was and is that got ahold of me.
The spirit is one with the body but we are not of the same friendship. Separate entity we are, as I am no joke to entertain this one.
I better not let my guard down, as they are always ready to send a bad signal.
There are many out there that have perhaps experienced what I am going through, presently but there is one in particular. Her name is Anastacia. She speaks openly about her meets with beings that are non humans.
I became an undercover spy in order to expose what is truly rendering me fearful in my mind. Remember, I was hospitalized for this matter.
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Phoebe’s Journey to France, A true Story…These are my thoughts, today.
Not dangerous, but the methods of tantalization are endless.
Not sure to be able to fight for many causes anymore.
How can we work things out saintly without any strings attached to methods?
A sentient being indeed Phoebe. Even a spiritual teacher is not ready to rescue me.
Now that I have pouted a lot, I will move on to a healthier spot.
I will not forget as mistrust, promises as such were made that were never to be fulfilled.
I was dying when I met you
Now I am crying to forget you
Just look at what you have done to me
Threating me with blindness
Day after day
Now you are coming after my friends like a missile, oh oh
When you stepped into my mind
I was getting used to being someone you loved
You spoke loud and clear
As to leave the ones you so loved
I will send them a text in later years
My immune system you shook to the core
Until I have to tremble within
Never thought I would live to see that day
When these rashes would come out on many faces
I taught I was was looking for answers to my life
In actuality, I am not
This intuition again
Rounding in my ear
Telling me to find that fatherly figure again
He chosed not to be there
Or perhaps he did,
My motherly figure does not know, her forgetful way surges again
So, how in the world should I know
What happened that famous day
When I was conceived
Perhaps a manly man you are
I could have learned a lot from your looks though
I made some mistakes, you were not there so, it caused me to lick a man’s toe
Only you could have stopped it they say
But my heart is perhaps yours, indeed
You, yes you the Universe
I know, you are all up in there
Peeping at my unfaithful face
You don’t like me
Well, I don’t like you
Get over it and move on
I know you exist though
Don’t need to identify yourself anymore
For such reasons, I do not have good thinks to express about you anymore
Just dwell in the feeble body
As I feel you pèse on my walk
It’s an unusual walk of you, I know, you say, that’s how you showoff
You have caused everyone to doubt your real existence
And to turn that back on her
I chose to walk alone, because you and not worth the show
Always wanting me to recognize your gloomy face as I am forced to
repeat, you are not your own anymore