New Episode of my Podcast. Zeus, The Hidden Truth…
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 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
We have all heard before that it’s never a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket.
In reality, should we follow this advice?
Sometimes we have not choices when this world closes in on our foreheads
I have spent 4 long months in this beautiful land called Guyana
A land surrounded by many drinks of water, off the eastern shores
The Amazon is part of it, as it burns too and from
They say it’s mostly on the Brazilian side of it.
It’s an apocalypse in san Paulo for sixteen days or more.
There’s no stopping this burning desire to reconcile with the others
Voodoo, witchcraft is the question of what I want to dwindle on in the hour
Guyana is a booming land filled with natural resources that can bring even the universe to its knees
One thing that I have observed is that the people are still plagued with monstrosities.
People are still participating in what is known as witchcraft
It’s a way of holding people back
Killing the other one’s souls
Crying to their Gods to bring people home to them
Mystical behavior is what some may want
As to intertwine between spirits and to bring disgrace
Dry bones are what it is
Let this land rise again
My little home town was so beautiful when I left, New Amsterdam
It’s a hidden gem, do not go and disgrace it again
And may all the spirits that are gone, rest in peace.
A life we focus on and may good and evil reign-eth no more
I always will say, if you come not in peace, do not say how do you do…I will understand
I have grown to love this land again😊
He said I know God was protecting me. He wanted to know what God wanted from him; so, he chased God to learn what he wanted.
Dr. Shay said I know God was protecting me. He wanted to know what God wanted from him, so, he chased God to learn what he wanted from him
This man’s first spiritual experience began with his mother. Vivid memories of singing songs and reciting satanic scriptures linger in his mind.
He went on to say, the Holy Spirit audibly introduced himself to him at an early age of 3 and a half. Apparently, his guardian angel had his hands full keeping him safe.
His name is Dr. Shay. Dr. Shay mother would attempt to burn down the apartment, drown him as she tried to commit suicide.
Emergency foster care stepped in faraway lands. Too much church was going on. He went from one extreme to the other practicing satanic rituals to worshipping Jesus daily.
Eventually, suicidal ideation came into place.
He was 10 when his father found him
Where was my father, I so needed him to save me
An opportunity did present itself for me to meet my father when I was 18 years old. My mother was responsible, she chose not to go further.
He eventually lived with his father and joined another church. Things didn’t work out so fabulously well. Dr. Shay father’s eventually dropped out of the church, it became boring for him. For generations, this family attended church and even leads to congregations.
What followed was unbelievable. Severe poverty and depraved living.
Dr. Shay lived in a roach and rat-infested, three-bedroom house sharing one bathroom. The lights and water were turned off frequently. Government assistance stepped in.
Being disgusted with all of this, Dr. Shay as a little boy ran away and eventually went to jail for felonious assault.
Difficult time does drive the poor man wild.
After his release from prison, he decided to attend college and eventually seek to know God because he seemed to be chasing this poor man after all.
Eventually, he became a preacher.
Dr. Shay remembered that God directly talked to him.
That’s the route that he took to receive his blessings to flow.
I chose a home Away from Hell, as he so labeled his article