Willow Spring/Olive Garden

The Magician House 

Sometimes, when things come around, and they wish for their presence to be known, I decided not to fight you but to understand if I don't allow you to exist in my presence, one day, when all is said and done, you will say you never gave me a chance, so I didn't kill your energy off. I felt the presence of an addict; I didn't ignore you; I've never been drunk before. I don't use drugs, but for you, I got drunk for the first time and the last time. I got so drunk I called someone that I didn't mean to, but I'm glad I allowed that presence around me that I knew craved nothing more than sex. Why did I allow what I knew was a sex soul to come around me intoxicated, for a good reason. I changed, so I wanted to start testing my strength; I learned that if I allowed what ran off of sex around me and if I told it no, the next one I meet, I will say the same, no. I allowed it around me while I was intoxicated for the first and last time because, truly, I wanted to see what it was like. After all, it had yearned for my attention for quite some time. I will not say anything more about the situation, but I passed my first test, and I said no. Oh, gluttony came back, and it hit me as hard as it could; I ate so much food, and I enjoyed every bite, so I learned the spirit that had walked in my presence was overweight and an addict. I feel your spirit; it's the spirit of the magic carpet, Aladdin. Your power is to snatch that carpet from under the feet; you are a magician. They never knew your magic was pure, for you had received that magic, and you cursed nothing around but used that magic to make the highest frown but the smallest laugh. The highest frowned because it knew you had been using magic that was never created to play with, and you altered the mind of the spirits around you, and they started moving in your performances; before long, we call you all the circus. Have you ever had to give a message? It's a message of no love but pain, but you left pain a long time ago. It's when you are healed, yet the past still shows its presence in your life. You didn't understand why the highest frowned; the highest scowled because it understood you to be a trickster, and you taught the spirits how to trick; you became so good at your game that others called you their professor. One thing we know about magicians is that they never truly reveal their energy; who granted it? It's sorcery. You never called yourself a preacher or prophet, just one that loves to do magical tricks because you love those skeptical eyes that watched. A spirit watched you so well that it learned how to kill but frame others for its murders. As high as we sit, we must admit we must address what now wishes to remain anonymous because it has no malicious intentions, yet it has been copied. What has copied Aladdin, kills, steals, and destroys but yet it is a tricker, so while it's guilty of its crime, it has given its crime to another, for it is a tricker it learned how to place one under a trance and make it admit of crimes it never did, and vanished through the night but yet who was placed under the trance is abused of a crime it never caused. Aladdin, you are no enemy to God, but you are to say who gave you your gift and, for the most part, will watch all the spirits that perform under Aladdin.  

Dr. Facilier, who stole from Aladdin for his magic, was to allow those who wish to seek vengeance to call him their doctor, and he would wage their war and win in exchange for something so small to the naked eye that it seems as if it didn't mean a thing. So, when they pray at night, Dr. Facilier is their God; oh, Dr. Facilier doesn't care who they wish to destroy, for he lives on the don't ask, don't tell policy. He heard the prayer of one of his spirits to wish to have what was never it from a Willow Spring spirit; Dr. Facilier told his client oh, for that, it's going to cost you. The spirit screamed. It didn't care what it cost to have that Willow Spring spirit. It wanted it at all costs. Dr. Facilier laughed and said one day, I will come back and collect what you will owe me for making that wish come true for you. Dr. Facilier is known as the shadow man; he has red eyes and moves in the dark. I remember seeing you as a small child; I felt your presence, and it felt so evil; you ran behind the tree and, poked your head out, and looked at me; you ran up the hill, later that night, you came back while I was washing dishes and you stared out of the window, you waited until everyone was in the house asleep and you came in my room, you didn't harm a hair on my head, you knew I was watching you. You made me understand you were leaving the last time I saw you that night, for you had on a coat and a hat, and you left. Truly, you never left; you were given an assignment, and your assignment was to steal my willow spring soul. I had to earn my wings back. You did the damage you were paid to do in my adulthood, but you didn't truly understand me the way you thought you did; you watched my every footstep.  

Where am I? Before I explain where I am spiritually, first, I'm going to speak on the gifts Dr. Facilier gave to me in an accident. Dr Facilier blessed me with so many gifts that I thought he treasured me more than anybody. Every time Dr. Facilier hit me, he had to use something that belonged to him to hit me; the one that blesses you the most is the one that hates you the most. The one that hates you the most has to tap into its spiritual bank to destroy your plans and say thank you with every attack it sends because it has to leave something special behind every time it strikes. Where am I in the spirit, you may ask? Well, I sit in Dr. Facilier's seat. I didn't steal, kill, or destroy a thing, but Dr. Facilier hit me so much with that dark magic, not knowing my spirit; I took his magic and became magical. Now, all of Dr. Facilier's followers are afraid to pray because they finally understand their God has lost his place. Now that I have this magical wand that I earned legally, I have to understand that Dr. Facilier robbed Aladdin, but Aladdin became magical because he found what he used and didn't know who owned what he had received. God came to both Aladdin and me; he rewarded Aladdin with the mind and the spirit and rewarded me with the body, heart, and all sorcery. Aladdin and I shared no love for each other, for he had married Jasmine, and I was single; God spoke and said one day, one would attack the other, and when the one attacks the other, it will take all it has, and the winner will become the spouse to the highest. 

The attack indeed came, and the one that owned the mind and the spirit lost its whole soul seeking vengeance, destroying the body and heart trying to steal its sorcery; Aladdin lost all he had for fighting the monk's daughter. What hates you the most will always bless you in the end because it realized it spent all it had spiritually fighting you, that it started throwing everything it had to you, not understanding nothing they give matter for I already have the Troll seat along with all the fish in the sea. 

The Well 

I can't believe I listened to you. You knew I didn't know how to swim, but you persuaded me to come in that water and told me you were going to teach me. I started flying in the water, and you let me go because you saw I would kill us both. I went all the way down in that water, and there was a cavity in that water, and I fell into that hole, but it was a well at the bottom of that water. I said not today, I sat in that well for a long time, for I found oxygen in a place where it was strange to exist; it was as if it knew to stay right there because I needed it. I waited for you to come looking for me, but you never came; time passed by, and I decided to get saved while I was in that well at the bottom of that water; in that well, there were some rocks. I took the rocks and stuck them in my pocket, and I heard those spirits say swim! I jumped out of that well, and I swam to the top; I swam for my life, and I made it to the rocks. I laid on those rocks for a long time; I was so exhausted on those rocks I saw you had brought a team looking for me. I watched you from the rocks because I knew you all went down there looking for my body, but I didn't die. I'm just sitting right here on the rocks, waiting until you return; you did well on your part; you told me you were going to teach me how to swim, but you nor I knew how it would all play out. You finally headed back to land, and when you made it back to the land, you finally saw me. You looked at me like you saw a ghost. Maybe I am a ghost, and maybe I did die in that well, but my spirit is so strong I kept on moving, like I was looking at you face to face. You came and sat right next to me, and I chuckled. I giggled so hard. You looked at me, and vexation was on your face, but then you cracked a smile and chortled, too. Before we knew it, we both were laughing so much that the others heard us, and they all asked what was so humorous; we said we didn't know; we just felt like laughing because it was good for the soul.  

I was quiet about the rocks in my pocket, I knew they were special to me but that day, was the day I accepted God for being God and I accepted that God taught me how to swim and I swam; I got home with my rocks, and I knew I was a queen because I received my crown in that well. I left the water that held that well and started walking on land; as I started walking back on land, I saw the people looking at me from every corner as if they understood I was the Queen Bee, the church. They heard many stories. Some thought I had died from the sting of a bee, my darling love; that sting did sting me, and yes, it caused so much trouble that I realized I did die but not the death, you know, oh, it's true that bee was an attorney. Oh, my King saw me by mistake; it was when that woman knew she wasn't welcome to my residence, barged her way in, and told my new King that their borders were under attack on all sides and they needed all the help they could get. Oh, I heard she was the humblest acting spirit they could find. I did not understand that we knew her soul, but oh so well, she was allowed to speak her story. Oh, Sir! They are threatening to take everything; it started speaking about what sat in that land; if you must know this land, it's called the Olive Garden. Oh, she stated how they have everything you could imagine in that garden, and they would offer what sat in that garden for protection. Did this woman think the new King was the same fool as the last one they knew? The new King said who is the rival that is coming your way? The woman shouted her name is Porsche Lynette Edmonds! The new King laughed so hard, for the new King laughed because what the woman didn't know was that it was his wife who was coming back home.  

The woman was scrutinized, and the King said the Olive Garden belongs to the Queen, the woman that pretends to be the damsel and distress its spirit becomes silent. Madam, we are not rulers of disrespect, but when your family found a way out of the well, your family decimated the lives of many who had done you no iniquity, so your family sent a small child to portray innocent. In the land of the Olive Garden is where one goes when it dies when it's a part of the American Justice System and your United Kingdom, so in that land are angels that wear embezzled wings. Now you come to me about my angel that your family robbed. Did you not understand what you have done? Did you not understand you gave magic to every attorney, every judge, every senator, every member of Congress? You gave all of the people magic in their hands, so much magic in their hands that all of them are considered to be Gods. Oh, my Queen is powerful, madam, for my Queen is powerful because it was your Gods that sat in the Olive Garden that attacked my Queen; you see how powerful my Queen is, you feel her presence before she even arrives, my Queen has never raised a red flag, but it was you that created every entanglement and thought we cared for what you had to say. The empathy I have for all of the other countries do not understand why they are to never overthrow the American dollar is due to the fact that it's the spiritual portal that one holds that determines the value of its economy madam your family stole a spiritual portal but now have no control over the portal for it was returned to my Queen.  

We hear of the BRICS attempting to overpower the American dollar, not understanding they are damning their souls, for they destroyed their heaven a long time ago, The Olive Garden you do not own, for it was the one that created the Rose Red Garden that owns the Olive Garden, woman for your history does not match my Queen but you have yet to learn your place, the woman we have learned to not abuse you but this will be the last time you walk in our new home, we allowed you inside of our new home just to gather your fragrance because we knew you portrayed the image of innocents but innocent you are not, did you forget you stole my queen heart and gave her yours in return now we were able to gather your hidden history. Woman, you are the woman that loved to hear the innocent bleed; oh, how keen am I to see you traded places with my wife, that I was able to capture your spirit. You kill babies for retaliation; I saw that you killed babies that were yet to be born to make a man suffer, for you hate the man. Woman, you are so quiet that we call you a mute, and we never watched what you did behind closed doors because we saw you as no threat; woman, we saw you trip the Queen and hide so well that we call you the invisible woman, we all watched the Queen fall all the way down to the lowest level, but if the Queen was truly a queen, she wouldn't need to be rescued by our team. Oh, trust these words, woman, that I speak: a queen became the Queen because she didn't die, woman, you set those traps, and the Queen didn't die, but instead, she got up so fast we said she just tripped. Woman, why are you in my face? Did you not understand you tripped the Queen to make the Queen look like a fool in a large audience? Then you found a way in her place, madam. The Queen recovered just fine from the damage your family caused; madam, who are you? Why do you think we care that the Queen is regaining what is hers to gain?  

Madam, we are not rude people, so yes, we speak when spoken to, but understand we speak when we are spoken to because we know the whole story of why the blackbird sings. Please, woman, we saw it was you that was the quiet one that killed all of those babies in the spirit; we listened to your silent prayer, for you forgot you stole my Queen's mind and gave her your mind, for you had forgotten you had stolen my Queen mind a long time ago and gave my Queen back her original mind, we watched and we watched to see how would the Queen recover, not understanding we could've stopped the whole thing anytime we wished but we just needed to see why the Queen is the Queen. Oh, it's soon to get good; grabbing the popcorn is what we all decided to do; oh, woman, you are about to be exposed in the Olive Garden for tripping the Queen. We know of the sorcery you used to manipulate the Queen, madam; we saw every step you made, we saw the house the Queen had lived in, and we saw it laced before her arrival, for the home was laced with sorcery from your bloodline madam, the Queen was visited by one of your servant's madam, we watched how you laced the Queen in destructive magic and placed her in a trance that she was never supposed to wake up from, we watched how to stole as you wished and saw nothing wrong with your name. Woman, why are you still here? You have to go create a lie to try to save yourself; go now; we can't wait to see how you twist those words to make them sound the way you wish. Now, look at you, no wings, and wonder why the Queen has the biggest set of wings.  

Now look at you; your whole family is shaking in fear, for it assumed it was the high. The image is what you never believe in, but the story that sits behind the image. The white man or woman doesn't own a thing, nor does anything that supports the wrong family. All we have to do is say get out of the Olive Garden, and we will have no choice but to leave. While his face sits on what belongs to us, it means nothing other than an image. One day, we are going to get rid of him, and when the day comes, and we get rid of that man, know he is never welcomed back, so no, I'm not angry with you for starting BRICS because you are so fatigued of that fraud feeling it's powerful, so are we. Be patient with me. One day, he will leave the Olive Garden because he will no longer feel he is at home, but remember he broke inside of someone else home and called it The United States of America. 

Olive Garden, you haven't seen me in some time now, but you understand who I was; Olive Garden poison nothing that sits in you but review every leader that has been given a seal of endorsement, tell me it gift, was it powerful before the government job or did the power arrive because of the government job? Send what failed the exam of the smell test down to the Willow Spring; the Willow Spring knows its job from there. Oh, it's true the stars do align, oh it's true the stars of the saints that were never the saints of the creator did fall, we didn't catch one not because we despised them but because what can past the real test will never fall, on it's lowest day it will still stand tall. For attack no giant on the ground, and please don't hit Goliath with that rock. Yes, we know they were out of their place, but it is not the small man's job to be God. Olive Garden, you are my three-in-one garden, for my passion for you will never change, but I will leave this zone. When that day came, I stepped out of the crystal ball, and I smiled at my wand and my crystal ball because I knew it was powerful. I grabbed my crystal ball and my wand and rushed to the science fair, for I love science the most. I won second place, for they gave first place to another for her heaven has homosexuality, mine does not, for my heaven has no homosexuality because I studied the science behind homosexuality. I got home and showed my family my prize, but I told my family this creation never belonged in a competition in the first place; love is never a competition. 

I grew up and became the stay-at-home wife who depended on my husband for my every meal. Somedays, I cooked and cleaned, and some days, I did nothing at all. I realized that being a mother and wife is where I'm needed the most; just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I lost my superhero status. They say how to make water; only the purest at heart can perform that magic. I saw a metal rod at the highest peak in a mountain making those walls so wet, oh that fresh spring water, that took my thirst away, from the rivers to catch my catfish, from the banana trees to the sweetest grapes, I love it when your father dangle those grapes above my lip, look at me dreaming of my husband that is hiding somewhere, a single black woman I could never be. Please don't ask me what sits in their heaven; it's none of my business, but we have everything we need down to the toothbrush and toothpaste, day and the night, stars and the moon, sun and the rainbow, seas and the sunsets, H2O and plenty more. Gas of plenty, electric energy is who I am. Why did Lilith leave Adam? She asked, for one thing, to tell me what it was.  

Look at them wondering after all of this time why I never mentioned Sarah; honey, Sarah had to pretend to be a woman. She wasn't her whole life, a shadow. Sarah got beat, cheated on, lied on, lied to, left, and much more in every life she walked sometimes after somebody has been drugged so much after getting in positions that were never theirs, you will have nothing bad to say because she got thrashed enough trying to beat Lilith at being Lilith.  

Be a kind spirit and translate me into every language. I went into my closet and sat down, and I begged for that spirit to please never go away; the next thing I knew, you came through my door and asked me what I wanted to eat. Again, I laughed for no reason at all, to the point you started calling me your SpongeBob that loves to eat that impossible whopper at Burger King. This is the story of the girl who sat at the bottom of the well, based on a true story.  

The woman was scrutinized and the King said the Olive Garden belongs to the Queen, the woman that pretends to be the damsel and distress its spirit becomes silent. Madam, we are not rulers of disrespect, but when your family found a way out of the well, your family decimated the lives of many who had done you no iniquity, so your family sent a small child to portray innocent. In the land of the Olive Garden is where one goes when it dies when it's a part of the American Justice System and your United Kingdom, so in that land are angels that wear embezzled wings. Now you come to me about my angel that your family robbed, did you not understand what you have done? Did you not understand you gave magic to every attorney, every judge, every senator, every member of Congress, you gave all of the people magic in their hands, so much magic in their hands that all of them are considered to be Gods. Oh, my queen is powerful madam, for my queen is powerful because it was your Gods that sat in the Olive Garden that attacked my queen, you see how powerful my queen is, you feel her presence before she even arrives, my queen has never raised a red flag but it was you that created every entanglement and thought we cared for what you had to say. The empathy I have for all of the other countries to not understand why they are to never overthrow the American dollar is due to the fact, that it's the spiritual portal that one holds that determines the value of its economy, madam your family stole a spiritual portal but now have no control over the portal for it was returned to my queen.  

We hear of the BRICS attempting to overpower the American dollar not understanding they are damning their souls, for they destroyed their heaven a long time ago, The Olive Garden you do not own, for it was the one that created the Rose Red Garden that owns the Olive Garden, woman for your history does not match my queen but you have yet to learn your place, woman we have learned to not abuse you but this will be the last time you walk in our new home, we allowed you inside of our new home just to gather your fragrance because we knew you portrayed the image of innocents but innocent you are not, did you forget you stole my queen heart and gave her yours in return now we were able to gather your hidden history. Woman you are the woman that loved to hear the innocent bleed, oh how keen am I to see you traded places with my wife, that I was able to capture your spirit. You kill babies for retaliation, I saw that you killed babies that were yet to be born to make a man suffer for you hate the man. Woman you are so quiet that we call you a mute and we never watched what you did behind closed doors because we saw you as no threat, woman we saw you trip the queen and hid so well that we call you the invisible woman, we all watched the queen fall all the way down to the lowest level, but if the queen was truly a queen she wouldn't need to be rescued by our team. Oh, trust these words woman that I speak, a queen became the queen because she didn't die, woman, you set those traps and the queen didn't die but instead she got up so fast we said she just tripped. Woman why are you in my face, did you not understand you tripped the queen to make the queen look like a fool in a large audience. Then you found a way in her place, madam the queen recovered just fine from the damage your family caused, madam who are you and why do you think we care that the queen is regaining what is hers to gain?  

Madam, we are not rude people, so yes we speak when spoken to but understand we speak when we are spoken to because we know the whole story of why the black bird sings. Please woman we saw it was you that was the quiet one that killed all of those babies in the spirit, we listened to your silent prayer, for you forgot you stole my queen's mind and gave her your mind, for you had forgotten you had stolen my queen mind a long time ago and gave my queen back her original mind, we watched and we watched to see how would the queen recover, not understanding we could've stopped the whole thing anytime we wished but we just needed to see why the queen is the queen. Oh, it's soon to get good, grabbing the popcorn is what we all decided to do, oh woman you are about to be exposed in the Olive Garden for tripping the queen. We know of the sorcery you used to manipulate the queen madam, we saw every step you made, we saw the house the queen had lived in and we saw it laced before her arrival, for the home was laced with sorcery from your bloodline madam, the queen was visited by one of your servant's madam, we watched how you laced the queen in destructive magic and placed her in a trance that she was never supposed to wake up from, we watched how to stole as you wished and saw nothing wrong with your name. Woman why are you still here, you have to go create a lie to try to save yourself, go now, we can't wait to see how you twist those words to make it sound the way you wish, now look at you no wings, and wonder why the queen has the biggest set of wings.  

Now look at you, your whole family is shaking in fear, for it assumed it was the most high. The image is what you never believe in, but the story that sits behind the image. The white man or woman doesn't own a thing nor does anything that supports the wrong family. All we have to do is say get out of the Olive Garden and it will have no choice but to leave. While his face sits on what belongs to us, it means nothing other than an image. One day we are going to get rid of him and when the day comes and we get rid of that man know he is never welcomed back, so no I'm not angry with you for starting BRICS because you are so fatigued of that fraud feeling it's powerful, so are we. Be patient with me. One day he will leave the Olive Garden because he will no longer feel he is at home but remember he broke inside of someone else home and called it The United States of America. 

Olive Garden you haven't seen me in some time now but you understand who I was, Olive Garden poison nothing that sits in you but review every leader that has been given a seal of endorsement, tell me it gift, was it powerful before the government job or did the power arrive because of the government job? Send what failed the exam of the smell test down to the Willow Spring, the Willow Spring knows its job from there. Oh, it's true the stars do align, oh it's true the stars of the saints that were never the saints of the creator did fall, we didn't catch one not because we despised them but because what can past the real test will never fall, on it's lowest day it will still stand tall. For attack no giant on the ground and please don't hit Goliath with that rock, yes we know they were out of their place but it is not the small man's job to be the God. Olive Garden, you are my three-in-one garden, for my passion for you will never change but I leave this zone. When that day came I stepped out of the crystal ball and I smiled at my wand and my crystal ball because I knew it was powerful. I grabbed my crystal ball and my wand and rushed to the science fair, for I love science the most. I won second place, for they gave first place to another for her heaven has homosexuality, mine does not, for my heaven has no homosexuality because I studied the science behind homosexuality. I got home and showed my family my prize but I told my family this creation never belonged in a competition in the first place, love is never a competition. 

I grew up and became the stay-at-home wife who depended on my husband for my every meal, somedays I cooked and I cleaned, and some days I did nothing at all. I realized being a mother and wife is where I'm needed at the most, just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I lost my superhero status. They say how to make water, only the purest at heart can perform that magic, I saw a metal rod, at the highest peak, in a mountain making those walls so wet, oh that fresh spring water, that took my thirst away, from the rivers to catch my catfish, from the banana trees to the sweetest grapes, I love it when your father dangle those grapes above my lip, look at me dreaming of my husband that is hiding somewhere, a single black woman I could never be. Please don't ask me what sits in their heaven, it's none of my business but we have everything we need down to the toothbrush and toothpaste, day and the night, stars and the moon, sun and the rainbow, seas and the sunsets, H2O and plenty more. Gas of plenty, electric energy is who I am. Why did Lilith leave Adam, she asked, for one thing, tell me what it was.  

Look at them wondering after all of this time why I never mentioned Sarah, honey Sarah had to pretend to be a woman she wasn't her whole life, a shadow. Sarah got beat, cheated on, lied on, lied to, left, and much more in every life she walked, sometimes after somebody has been drugged so much after getting in positions that were never theirs, you will have nothing bad to say because she got thrashed enough trying to beat Lilith at being Lilith.   

Be a kind spirit and translate me into every language. I went into my closet and sat down, and I begged for that spirit to please never go away, next thing I knew you came through my door and asked me what did I want to eat. Again, I laughed for no reason at all, to the point you started calling me your SpongeBob that loves to eat that impossible whopper at Burger King. This is the story of the girl who sat at the bottom of the well, based on a true story.  

 The Angel of Death 

We don't need you to speak; your aroma told us everything we needed to know. For your voice has been heard by many spirits, oh yes, we heard that question on why God invited death. God never invited death, but when the golden law was broken to seek no vengeance, death took a seat at that committee table. God the Creator had to prove that he would be able to govern his creation and that his creation was to follow his laws, but when God's creation showed it would overthrow God's opinion, it meant God's creation was out of control. The angel of death was permitted to kill the people as punishment, to teach the people they were placed on a clock, and if they were to be evil in their lives, a punishment awaited them in death. Freedom was never taken, but for one to live unrestrained and live the life it sought fit, one must know on its final day to prepare for the repercussions of one's actions. I will keep it shallow, for the deepest stories don't sit at the bottom but are so shallow it might appear as if it's unrooted. For the angel of death walks tagging what thought its value sat over the Creator, oh the hitman they shall call him, be it may the angel of death walk, for death is his art. Oh, how thee love the angel of death for his methods of art mesmerized us all, kills with a passion. Oh, be it may that death found his wife, oh, for she is the life. Oh, be it may, they are the rulers of them all, for she is his day, but he is her night. Oh be it may, where there is death, there is life; where there is life, there is death. Oh! Be it may be that death is the father, but life is the mother. Oh, haste, the speed of the match. Oh, we see life and love at all stages; what is death? I have smiled again, for I understand. Oh, tell the Creator not to snatch down what has lied to achieve its image but take their souls and place them in seats. I OWE YOU NOTHING! I owe you no explanation, for my language is shallow, so listen oh so closely, Solomon; you are no king; you laid with the women of many and created so many children they thought you were God. Your seed spread throughout all. Did you think you would become the God of Earth? Oh, the women and the children are laid as waste, for there are many of mind disease and war, walking hell is whom the blood family is, oh Solomon it's you that destroyed the lives of many with your seed, oh we love them not, for it fights but yet pretends to be the love, for it has destroyed the healthy minds, oh Solomon take way your crown, for it is no honor to be a father of the highest doubts but to be a father of few that eats and thirst of peace and fortune not of unity of power, for the unity fights a constant battle, for it knows no rest but anguish and mimics the guards of the highest pedestal. For angry I am, for angry that I am, for those who have wrong against the church but bear no fruit to convalesce the angel. For away with the man who spreads his seed throughout the land, for he is not my summoned soldier. Call of the war to kill the most innocent, but know Solomon's wives have been well educated to fight the land at no pace, to prove their worthiness, for pain, anger, and strength of a penal is what it spends its time doing, collecting false lies to collaborate together, for the children are the nuisance that makes the teacher look frail, for take away the shame, for I look away and offer nothing of mine to hide it's pain for running away from the shame of his descendants. For Solomon take the crown off of your head, for I take thee crown power off thee head, for thy has taken the crown from the root of waging the appearance of a higher hierarchy using waste as pride and glory, for the death angel has spoken from thy tongue and lips are moist again, for death has awakened and became life once more. Oh, hoodoo isn't death but a life that is rich of wealth for serving one wife, for the queen sit down and pass me the mic, for she is mine, for I am the not talking to myself but to you directly.  

 The Dragon 

This is the final story of all war, for this will be the final story of all war because the dragon was located; oh my dear, know that no two are alike. It may seem as if I have no heart, for I know I hurt you. It was King Solomon who saw that his wives would fight to the death to be known as the most powerful; their minds were backward, just as they are today. For stealing, killing, and destroying was their way of getting awareness, Solomon, do you see what I see now? Do you see why the strongest woman wages no violence, yet I am still at peace? Solomon, do you see how you are in my crystal ball along with your entire family, and you thought I was crooked? My darling love, do you see why I said I don't hate you or the family you created? For I had to learn why they were the way they were, for I see now. Solomon, you had so many children, and you ensured you married as many wives as you could, and those babies you created were all taught to be the most philosophical, for your children posed everywhere. For we all know, it's the children that we look at to grade the parent, Solomon, the rage in God's eye when God saw that it was your bloodline that sat in the highest. Darling, I was not your wife, nor was I one of the children; I was just stolen, for your wives are salvages; they stole from the sweetest family and sought out to be called the highest. Solomon, we understand whatever you put your sanity to, you can truly succeed, but the error in your plan was that you indeed got your daughter in the highest place, and she did do as you asked: be quiet and kind at all times. My Solomon, my love for you almost ran dry until I thought long and hard about you. I decided to look at your heart to learn your purpose; I saw a man who didn't trust anybody, not even God. How can I fought a man who was angry with God for he had seen something that had taken place and lost all the respect for God he had, so he said he would be God quietly. Solomon, for you, became the father over Jesus when Jesus was tricked into marrying your daughter quietly. I was so angry at Satan for marrying one of your daughters, for I knew its history, I knew how it got in those high places, for Satan's mind had been wired to never love the dark skin, for it will be wicked in the end. Maybe one day, I will become wicked if I understand my history and ask myself why I became wicked. I have no interest in becoming wicked, I have no interested in becoming wicked, and those were the words written over my name; at night time, I didn't lay on the other side, did I ? I laid on your chest, and when we awaken, I was still there, cuddling right next to you. As time keeps passing by, I can't help but say I feel like I'm getting too mature to write the way I do, am I? The fool calls it lust; the immorality that sits in their minds is true for the one that lies in bed with multiple at a time, for there is no love, only lust. For the man looks at the body for that is his only pleasure, for mental status holds no power, for mental status is what he disguises more than anything, for it makes me gag. Solomon, I will never throw you or your family in a trance, for I will lay the curse that I was summoned to place over you and your family down, for I will lay it down and walk away from you. For I understand your heart, sometimes we can create things, and all around us, when they see the errors, they will say the wrong words over your name; I think I know you the most. Solomon, you aren't evil in my eyes, for I see you have trust issues and trust nobody; I will never destroy you because love is all you are. There are no laws of culture, but friends of traditions, please allow the women to dress as they please, for when they see me, they might assume I'm confused, but I am not, for I dress differently every day, some days. I remember that I am the first wife, and I was naked in that garden, so sometimes I will wear clothing so revealing you will say I left nothing to the imagination. Someday, I wish to be the invisible woman, where you will not see even my eyes. A woman's value is never what she wears, not even if she steals, kills, and destroys; I had to learn those women. I have nothing bad to say, but those wives are never welcome at my table. I have no further questions; it is your honor. 

The Judgement 

The question remains: why do they eat the cat and the dog? For it is known that when one has lived in the well but has yet proven themselves to be good and not evil, for it will be born in its afterlife as a Dog or Cat in the highest place, or if a spirit needs to do a job on earth for it will be sent down to earth and walk in a dog or a cat, for it known this is truly why the two animals are man most favorite, for it is rare for one to visit. So, when the story was learned, the people started eating cats and dogs, and one day, they were stricken with poverty, where only cats and dogs were available to eat with no spirits attached to them. I'm going to teach you the game of manipulation; then I'm going to explain to you what happens to the players in the game. First, they need the creator; when the creator has finished their work, then they send in a thief who is similar to the creator. The thief is exposed, but by the time the thief is exposed, the people who have heard the battle no longer trust either side. So next, they send in a middle party to be in charge, but the middle party was never the creator, but it's attempting to play the creator role. The middle party is a bunch of people who have all been given small roles in the creator's creation. In the beginning, it seems great because there is temporary peace, but they fail to realize they are all thieves selected by votes. From day one, everything starts dying, until one day, everybody who was given the small roles is shown to be the wicked. The middle party is the most wicked because it knows who the creator is, but it wants to prove to the creator it can do its job, and because it has the voice of the people, it feels protected from all harm.  

The middle party has the most support for the people who have small roles, such as the children of Solomon. But the children lie, steal, and cheat but play nice for the camera. The middle party is the most wicked because it's the real thief, and the same first thief sits at the head of its table because it loves to say they forgave it, but the real creator is never invited because what's fake fears what's real. What happens to the players, you may ask? Now you understand why there are two Gods? One is real, and one is a thief who has what belongs to the real. The real may even be empty-handed and have nothing to show because the fake God has the love of the people. All Real has to do is allow the fake to put on its show because, in the end, they are all going to realize spiritually they are nothing but a slave to the creator they robbed in the first place. Seek no vengeance, enjoy the show, and watch the slaves build your kingdom. Never try to overthrow the real master because the real master is not going to beat you up; just level up and make yourself understand you serve a good God, and don't ask for things because you stole trying to prove you could do everything.  

Then they said well, what happens to the creator? It gets rich and lives in peace with its family. One thing about a creator is that it can always create. No two are alike because the thief then decided it wanted the family and gave the creator the money, so then it stole the creator's family, then wondered why the family wasn't a family but just rich people that smiled for the picture but were full of depression, the daddy started using crack, heard the child tried to drown itself and heard the thief created a meth lab and used the three witches to make their wealth and heard they used the talking point meth made of crystals and we know they like crystals so they made them a drug, then turned around and taught the son how to steal, kill and destroy with a passion. After time had passed, every spirit looked at the thief and said it had to pay because it had spread misery everywhere, then it had the audacity to say could it be the sacrifice for all thieves and every wicked that sits and be their God so they could redeem their souls, the answer was hell no, who you think you are Jesus? Cycles are what we all know, for we know we are not afraid of Solomon and his wives; we have no fear at all. For Solomon and his family shall never see the sight of a heavenly home, for the punishment of manipulation. Let's look at history and tell me what the right decision was to make when 9-11 came and those Twin Towers were attacked. Did the United States make the correct decision to attack? The answer is no; here in 2024, the war still seethes. This war has been going on now since 2001; they are people who never rest; they love war and violence. Lynette, tell me, should you react? Lynette, should you react with violence to show who has attempted to make you look weak and be fed? No. I shouldn't attack who has attacked me so viciously, but instead, I should have a mature mind and recover from all abuse, for I have prevailed in my case. My victory was to place every last one of those wives under Solomon, but Solomon is no king, but yet an ordinary man. I have won my case, for I have taken Jesus away from their family. I have won my case, for they are no longer allowed to contact me for a thing or any of my family. I will not go outside and scream out loud for vindication and order that attack, but silent I will not be, for I am unseen than seen, for I am unheard then I am heard.  

Angel of Life 

When is it legal to seek love, for it becomes legal to seek love when what has disturbed one so severally and there is evidence of the abundance of true abuse, for when one has purposely harmed one with the intention of ill will, first explain the damage that one has caused to has caused the abuse, if no solution seeks legal attention, if the abuse continues one is legally able to seek love properly expose the abuser out loud and if one is attacked for speaking out against the abuse, who sent the attack to abuse the victim shall die twice. The angel of death and life both understand the Golden law. However, the Golden Law applies to what has been hit once. For example, when 9-11 occurred, the proper steps were to rebuild the Twin Towers and name each aisle after each fallen victim, then prevent any acts of terror from entering the country again, perhaps banning the citizens of that country from entering. If the United States had been attacked a second time, then the United States would've had the legal action and obligation to its people to launch a missile to give a murderer a second chance. For it would've had all of the evidence and would've been supported with its attack by every country. Patience is key; before seeking love, first, heal mentally and have everything well documented. Don't kill who has tried to kill you, but expose them to their justice system and what happens after it is exposed to a larger audience. Accept the outcome, for in your patience, they lost their souls for the extreme abuse they caused, and since you have to go further with reparations due to extreme damage that was caused, you may receive your reparations, but yet their souls will never be returned for disturbing the spirits as well.  

Before I leave, I will give you this last story of the Monk and Cinco De Mayo. You see, it was when one had copied and focused so hard on trying to prove it had found peace, but truthfully, it used meditation as a way to fight. Due to using meditation as a way to fight, one would slip into a coma for so long their bodies would turn into stone; Cinco De Mayo was started from meditation from the wrong spirit. It was when a sideline was given a position it didn't deserve, for one spirit was the horse, but the sideline was the ram. The spirit that was the ram said it didn't need the horse for anything and that it was so powerful it could tame the ram, and the ram would be its transportation. Here, that spirit sits after all these generations, and it's still trying to tame that ram; the ram spirit copied everything the horse spirit did, but the moment the ram didn't see the red clothes, it ran in another direction. When they saw one had slipped into a coma, they didn't bury the body because they knew it was in deep meditation; after a while, they would bury the bodies but dig the bodies back up on Cinco De Mayo to see if it would awake in this season. It was a poor-minded man who called the most high-spirited woman a fraud, so the next time, the poor-minded man wonder why God doesn't come around his life anymore because it was you that convinced the world that the highest woman was fake, so yes the Illuminati is real, and it's only for the rich for when we gave the poor man the chance, he tried to again tear down God.  

The poor robbed the rich and called the rich the poor and wondered why God never valued the poor rich man; now he knows why it's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God. They said before you leave, who is the Voodoo Doctor, I laughed and tipped my hat at the classroom and said that's the beauty in being someone's friend; we don't tell the secrets. Now The End.  

The Book of Hades 

The Book of Hades.        

Lord mercy *signs* I watched my auntie, but preferably, she likes to be called ani'te. Lord mercy, I watched her drop her head while we were in the elevator; lord mercy, I nun dropped my wig down on Hades's floor. I sat there and listened to the conversation between my aunties; my other aunt said Baby, you and bring another one. My aunt raised her head slowly and cocked her head to one side, and said now where I'm gone, put it? As the conversation wired on, I laughed at them for a while, but my mind went back to the thoughts of Hades. I watched Hades punish someone in hell. Why was my family in hell, you may ask? Well, let's open that book or, shall I say, the door. For this last door, I will open it because it's a portal that belongs open. It was when a civil rights activist got so fed up that he became Hades. I can see the environment. I saw a cage from above and listened to the man beg and scream to be forgiven; I was in the environment. I watched all the ones in the zone watch the punishment over the man; I saw Hades tell the man of his crimes of snatching down a holy spirit, the man was taught his history, the man and was shown he had no money in his spiritual bank, so when he barked at a rich spirit, he had nothing to pay. When he died, he called an innocent woman a murderous bitch. He watched the spirit life and one day; he had a group of spirits attacks an angel. Now, in the zone, it's so scary in this place, but yet I feel so safe. For I am the child that wonders the halls, I heard metal being sharpened, I saw the cages that held many spirits, and here sit I, running around playing in hell. They lowered the cage into this light, and the man screamed for his life, but yet he had no money to pay for he lived generations after generations destroying lives, so spiritual he was a waste. I stood in shock; I was temporarily frozen when the cage rose from the light; only bones were left behind, and there was something down there eating them. I saw Hades, and for the first time, I saw that he was no man to play tricks on. He looked at me, and when he saw me, I hid and tried to remove myself from the picture I saw displayed. It was too late, and Hades sent guards to find me. I'm asking myself, as I'm looking for a hiding spot, why do I always find myself in this? I hid so well. Not even a guard with a nose that smells everything could find me, but Hades knows me. Hades knew where I was the whole time, and when the event ended, Hades's shape shifted back to that of a regular man. Hades picked me up and played with me. I learned about all those souls on death row; I decided I would grow up and be a defensive attorney for all of those souls to see if they were actually guilty of their crimes or framed. Hades, they stole my spiritual sight in my youth, so I can only feel them, but I can't see them when I walk on Earth. I can hear them just fine; the spirit said it was told to be unseen. It was when I walked the aisle of kings and started going through Hades' book of names, one by one, that I spiritually read them. I taught for a long time in hell, and Hades used my teaching to remind me what was on death row and why it was there and to play no victim, for when the people that sat in the prisons were educated on why they went to hell, the people changed leadership and left the fraud's religion. Hades has no evil in his heart, for he freed the people; he is the nicest man I know, and the spirit that moves in Hades oh so well. I'm standing in the elevator, and my aunts are still talking, why am I a child here? It was as if they wanted to see me as a child, not knowing I was grown and I was no older than six years old in that elevator. We got to our second destination. We got off the elevator, and it was Earth. My family spirit moved around on Earth; oh, the fun we had. When it was time to leave, a few decided to stay and waved at us as we got back on the elevator. We waved at our family, and again, we rose. We rose, and when the elevator stopped again, we walked into that spiritual house, the attic over the world, the adventures and discoveries we all found; one of my aunts said this was her stopping point to live in the holy attic and promised to let nothing that isn't us in. We got back on the elevator, and I saw my little Levi; my little chocolate drop started pushing the buttons on the elevator, and again, we rose. Now, we all went into space together and all spread in different directions; we laughed so much when we saw how far we were in the spirit. We started tearing the thieves up! Did they not know we were no frauds? Left and right, anointing oil was placed, pissing off every thief that moved. We ensured they hated us, for we are loud, and their spirits were sent to Hades for entering places through the rainbow based on the lie of ownership of the rainbow. When a spirit has done so much from the energy of hate, they have done what it has done to prove a point. It did it without God, yet its work is bloody, sinful, and sweaty; it has its followers, and its followers will wake up in the same prison as their leader. This is where mirror magic lost the ability to replicate what they were thinking; sometimes, when one has so much support, it's bold enough to rob even God. Now, as we start moving up, we are no longer captives of no energy but all become soldiers. I watched my family transform; my uncle had a lasso rope, and I watched him spin the lasso in the air. He stood there with a hat on and his shades. I watched the men lasso an energy I knew nothing about, yet I knew everything about. For a spirit of not our blood sat outside of the crystal ball. I watched my son open his mouth and watched his uncles in admiration. The lasso energy placed what moved in those places in fear, for it knew it was not safe. The spirit spoke and said the game was not fair; all the spirits were given the opportunity to change sides if they pleased, and only one left. We watched one of our men leave, but when he left, he didn't join that team on the other side. He was found on Earth, and after time had passed by, he returned to our family, for he just needed some time to think. The whole family stayed together. I remember saying let's not fight them; let's take another exit, things that cheat and make it to high places using the wrong things fall on their own, for the same one that placed it in elevated places will remind it, why it's in those places, it won't feel comfortable and soon it's crime will snatch it down. I pointed through the atmosphere and said that, as a family, we got up and went through the hole. When we made it to the other side, nothing was missing. We all made it. We lost nobody, nobody was hurt, and the whole family made it home. I heard many in the family start screaming oh, that's enough moving, we all laughed, and I released so many trapped spirits that sat in my arms, for they were babies that were trying so hard to make it but were confused but had no enemy. Our family is located in hell, Earth, and space, and we walk in the land of the giants. and yes, we know there are other zones, but what always grows and never stops is never happy; we are happy. There will be no perfect family; now look at me all grown up again. I hope you enjoyed the journey; close that damn door, Porsche! Talking bout some push pass, well, that push pass worked, and we made it all the way home spiritually; I listened to my family, and yes, best believe there is no such thing as a trapped spirit in our family. Let's go to Londyn and wear our Levi's on a Sunni day. London is where we all meet spiritually and know love is pure no matter what. Trust these words, for Londyn will come back home with us, for she is our little bridge that had to learn how to catch. Yes, Hades punished that soul, but Hades punished no soul, for the soul was only sent to a source of energy that only removed negative energy. They stole heaven and moved in, and their energy spread throughout the place. God created a new heaven but had no connection with who stole the old heaven, so they never could claim the rights to the new heaven. when they saw the new heaven, they threw their heaven away and gave the old heaven back to God, but the new heaven knew not to let the frauds in. God took back the old heaven and fixed everything from top to bottom, from bottom to top, so when those frauds tried to go back to the old heaven, the old heaven had no entrance. The moral of the story never destroy the real to make a fraud smile; now that God has both places, if a thief does break through spiritual grounds, it will understand it arrived on Hades floor. So, the question remains: who are those people that entered my garden? Are they friends or foes? 

 The Crayon Story 

Good morning class! Today we will draw our spirit animal, the teacher came around and handed out pieces of paper and told us to do your best, with the enthusiasm in my teacher's voice, I knew this had been planned for a while, the teacher then said, now go in your desk and grab your crayon boxes. I reached inside my desk and noticed my crayon box had been replaced. I was silent, I looked around the room for my crayon box, and when I looked and finally saw my crayon box, I noticed what belonged in fifth grade in a first-grader seat had burglarized me, oh God did this child not know who I am, quick send an angel too see what has happened over me, in my time of absents.  I stood up and went to this student, and told him those are my crayons, the giant looked at me and said what was I going to do about it,  oh how my mind began to ponder with thoughts, Oh God please send an angel just for me, to keep me at peace during my moment of affliction. I went to the teacher and told him Jonny has my crayons! The teacher didn’t care, I got so loud in that classroom about my crayons, that the teacher sent me to the office with a note and said I was disrupting the class, I told the principal that Jonny had stolen all of my crayons, the principal didn’t care, I wrote the superintendent because the teacher and principal supports bullying, the superintendent didn’t care either. I cried for a long time because I worked so hard to get those crayons, oh God have mercy on my soul, for emotions got the best of me; class went on without me but I was placed in detention, the teacher sent my work to detention where I sat for one week. I was given those same crayons that belong to Jonny, I did my class work with the crayons and I drew a T-Rex, as I was drawing my picture oh I thought about that fool, oh did the teacher assume I was destroying the environment! Oh, that foolish teacher, too lazy to see what Jonny had done, or is it fear, my mind began to attempt to understand what had happened and why was I blamed and punished for taking no abuse. When I was back in class, I didn’t like the teacher anymore, so I no longer participated in open discussions. The teacher now told us to bring in a project and our project was for us to wear our spirit animals. When the day came so many came feeling inspired to present their projects, and I came to class with nothing. The teacher glanced at my drawing and asked where was my t-Rex project. I just looked at my teacher and said nothing. All of the other students called themselves lions, so many call themselves lions, maybe I was Daniel in the lion's den. The teacher walked off and said he would come back, the instructor decided to make an example out of me because everyone had their project besides me. I was told to go stand in front of the class with my picture and explain why was I the T-Rex. I stood in front of the class, oh the emotions that ran through me wished to flip the classroom upside down oh God please see that the angel understands me, for I will play nice and I will give my reporting but love it will lack, I opened and my mouth and said because all the t-Rex has to do is thump the lion. Jonny said well the T-Rex died off, I looked at Jonny and told Jonny the T-Rex did what the lion never could do, graduate. Jonny, you should understand that more than anybody, do you see anybody your age around? The teacher looked at me, dropped his mouth, and told me to take a seat. I went back to my seat and pulled my crayons out but they were Jonny's crayons, I had noticed while I was away Jonny had allowed other students to use my crayons. I didn’t mind anymore, I crossed my legs at my desk, and another student turned around and said you didn’t even come dressed like a T-Rex. I looked at the student and told the student because I’m something none of you are a human, you all are the Neanderthals that had to learn from my family, that’s why you all are using my crayons, so no I didn’t come dressed like the T-Rex because when I graduated, I graduated into a full human, but have the power and the privilege to be all the animals because you all gave me all of the power you all have by using my crayons to draw those pictures. The teacher stood up and said that’s enough! I had nothing further to say I proved my point, and with my legs crossed I was ready for the next lesson, oh they just didn’t know what they were doing disturbing me. The teacher was silent for a long time as if he didn’t know what to do about this situation. After time passed by the teacher passed out the next assignment, this assignment was for everyone to write an essay on what it means to not bully and we had until the end of the day to finish our assignment. When the teacher had sat at his desk, I got up and went to his desk and told him, I can do the assignment but it will take me more than one day to do it because that’s a special assignment, the teacher looked at me and told the class one week on the assignment, I went and sat in my seat and thought long and hard about what I would call my assignment, I called it the Garden of Vision.  

Some of us don’t use pain misery and death to succeed, I’m not ashamed of my past, but pain and misery are not why I exist. Love and compassion is who I am pain and misery just came into the picture uninvited. I was asked who was I. For I am a creator over many subjects, I looked at that child who cried because someone had stolen all her crayons. I almost cried with you child because I knew how bad that hurt. Child know one day you are going to draw a picture and it’s going to be one of the most famous pictures that will never be replaced or destroyed but pain and misery didn’t inspire you, love and compassion did. You and I are love so even when those bad days came, you didn’t die, it may have felt like you died because your spirit had been irritated but child I see those tears rolling down your face, one day child you won’t cry anymore because I taught you push push pass. Look at that necklace around your neck, remember when we sang the Voodoo Bee song together? On your best day remember me and on the day you are ashamed to speak, remember me because I love you on your strongest day and your weakest moment, Mom.            

Dear congregation it has been an honor to have been your minister, I do not leave you but I have earned a new seat, so I will step up a level, in my place will sit 50 Royal families, and all the children will sit under the royals and follow their instructions. Thank you, your First Lady. 

The Crystal Ball 

I’m a magician so I took the whole solar system and placed it in my crystal ball,  so no Jonny the damage you caused means nothing, look at the United States and drive down a random neighbor, nobody’s the same, even some of their religion practices are different all because a thief name Jonny stole my crayons a long time ago, so when I got my crayons back, they all had different smells and shapes, I didn’t curse my crayons, I call them one of a kind. Sometimes when we reshape the picture, we can find the beauty in the ugliest situation. So when they ask why God chose the United States even with all of its problems because no two are alike and it loves individuality, the music is different, the food is different, and the atmosphere is beautiful, so never start a war here, never give a dictator the power, never give hate control because hate will kill a whole nation, packs its bag move to Mars and wait until enough has died off from the war it caused.  Now that my work here is done, never ask me a question about politics or religion because I did my calling and if the answer isn’t there, it is there, just worded differently. 

Our Vision 

Imagine a bitter individual who has robbed someone that they don't even know, why? Or better yet let's use the example of a bitter parent, a bitter parent will hide the child from the other parent and will attempt to poison the child. The same thing happened to God when all of those bold thieves robbed the church, they started a justice system, you see God can only assist man on earth when it can communicate on earth. So imagine Earth as the child but hell has the child, hell has ensured Heaven has no access by having its demons rob God's people on Earth, so when God's people try to work for God on Earth, hell sends robbers. What does hell want, hell wants God to accept it. Hell wants God to knowledge her so bad she will do anything.  So hell stole God's work and twisted God's work in a way where God would have no access to God's work, so it created the justice in the United Kingdom, then the justice system spirit spread in different directions, so again God had no access because hell took God's children and hid them. In the United States, God does not move in their system, hell does. When hell realized God had found a way to speak to its children, hell stole the rainbow. Who is hell? Hell is the FAKE LILITH. Hell is the creator of witchcraft, hell is the creator of homosexuality. Witchcraft was created from stolen royal possessions, they stole spiritual items from every church, and with those spiritual items, it formed a cult, being able to move in the spirit when asked who the spirit that is moving around, it's the spirit of thieves that moves through stolen forms of energy. Why did it want the rainbow?