Praying for all friends, family, acquaintances, even to enemies who have wrongfully persecute me.
All heads of churches, government and members therein. Praying Lord that you would come at last to our aid and salvation and break the chains that bound us to sin and set all of us captives free. Remember those in the jail houses, those in the hospital beds, those who are hungry and thirsty, going through trials and tribulations; pain and sorrow. Those of us who feel as though there is no God. Those of us that shake our fists into thy face, those of us of little understanding, those of us that feel a sense of hopelessness and helplessness. Those of us by the highways and the byways of life. Send down the comforter to comfort us all and deliver us from the bondage of sins and set all of us sinner captive-free. Amen

Writing this blog has given me more than my share of obstacles. For months I keep telling myself I could do it; I am going too. But talk about blockages, wow!
Let me start with this,”there is a God” and I am not here to dispute with atheism or skepticism; “Because of my own ignorance, who am I to judge others?” One thing I’ve always hated as a child was ministers and Christian people selling God and going to Heaven like some bad insurance sales representative. There was so much restrictions back then, that I’d rather go to hell than their Heaven. And today, there are still believers refusing to change their traditional views.
From an early age I knew things, things that I wasn’t able to read about, like the existence of God and angels and things I didn’t have to read about to have an understanding of such as where did babies come from and doing a C-section on a mother to remove a baby from her belly. It all started when I was eighteen months and by the time I would tell my dad about things, that would freak him out because there was no way for me to know about it; I was still a baby. He would tell my stepmother that I was born with a veil over my eyes and then sometimes I’d say things, or speak about a dream I had and he would say, “you are nothing but an old soul.”
The veil means I was born with the gift of sight like a prophet.
An old soul means someone who has been reincarnated.