Libra. I don’t know? I do need you sweetie.

You’ve always been needed. But better yet? Wanted. Always darling. Always. Mamas had a bit of a breakdown? I apologize. I’ve not been well. And I’m doing all I can to right this so we can drink tea honey? Mama would not wish to let you down. Trust that.

Your absence has squeezed me like a tomato and made me bleed out baby? I want you to be happy too. And how can you truly be happy with this family all divided up like sheep with the wolf, demons, thoughts that keep us apart?

I love you sooooo much. So much. It’s so deep. That all this shot had to come out so you could have what you deserve. Which is me and Gramma and Nana and everyone back on a good decent track. In the same new book and on the same page. And we have not been. At all. And I’ve been working so hard to right this left. So hard. With my words and prayers to explain so the all the doubts and demons can go take a nap. We deserve the best. God promises the best to those who faint not.

dont give up on me.

Please. I’m worth it. I promise you. And you know I don’t make promise I can’t keep. I’m committed to us. To all of us. And our new day.

like? Military? I didn’t watch this all the way before I post this btw. This is all god girl? And temporary separation? Test? Of faith? Spot on girl. I won’t give up on us. You. Me. The family. I will hang on even if a hair. I know my place.

My Mamas just need the wide lens on this one. We’ve been in a bit of pigeon hole situation on this whole story mixed together at long last. You know. Know in your bones how much I love these woman. You’ve watch me work this out. Watch and even went with me inside me as I searched for my Mama? Names after your first Aunt I found? Born and met your grandma!! Lived in the same house she first laid eyes on you? Darling woman of my womb. All grown up. Please. See Mama now. For I am a child too. Who gave you and your siblings what I was denied. Think about it? Most people just keep denying? Same old same old different day? Right? Right. But not your Mama, trainer, coach extraordinaire, badass, witch Mama who’s got her own kind of radars? Will hunt your ass down while sitting on her couch? Knows your every move? And let’s you make mistakes while still in her care? So you can move your ass out of her house any old time she wants? And back in again at the drop of a damn hate with a man to help us pack! And a trailer girl. To set any man straight who hurts my baby girl!! Like father dressed as woman? Who cooks like a five star, trained chef and you can’t find her food anywhere? Nothing like that woman’s clam chowder? Turning away bowls of it, so expensive. Show me? How much you love me? And my soup for that soul that came out of hole. 🤣little humor. You know me? Silly teachers are the best aren’t they? All ridiculously making the marks inside the heads that help on the roads of life when she’s not need? Yet still around. Just like ‘my Mama darling?

Don’t even think my own Mama? Your Granny? Didn’t talk to me when everyone was sleeping? Telling me listen. And remember. My first words. Beyond a bazillion I love you’s. Followed by: always remember. That’s why when I sign your cards darling? I sign love you always. Remember?

Which Id sure like to send some? And maybe some art for your place? Like I’ve got penned up spoiler alerts going off girl? You know I’ve been practice so you take your pick or maybe I can do a requested? Be all fancy like? Artist do? I have had two showings honey? I’m such a pro 🤣🤣🤣 but I’m doing it? Right now? From a garage girl? I’m so silly and a badass Mama jammer. I am Annie Oakley girl? A sheboy. Tomgirl.

But? you helped me so much darling girl. My laughing place. See? It’s all coming up now. The damn got broke. Mamas loves made up out of my throat. Just like I begged God to help me. To Finally be able to express how much I love thee. My baby girl always. All grown up. I love you.

Why do you think I was so hard on you baby? Talking my face off? Instead of drinking? Praying over you daily. Each night with a hymn? Humming you in with god each night. Your own father was jealous! He used to try and get me not to? No way son. Go fuck yourself thems my babies! Thems be the future!! To the future be faithful not frivolous!

Take the hit so they don’t have to!! Do or die trying. It’s practice. For the masses.

Your are an amazing woman! And I’m your Mama. No shame In Our game girl. That’s a fact. God’s grace. Tried and truly. Planted god’s word daily within your mindFrom the time I knew you lived inside me. For all of the times you’d needed God’s word, cloaked in my voice so true and pure it cut to the matter threw times faster. I’m genius. So? Are you doll baby. I don’t waste my time in the trash called ca ca. No no. I spend my time making pillows for fussy baby’s who wake up in the wee hours crying for comforts. Let her sit by my feet and watch me create her comfort with linens and stuffing. And present it to her to have a hold forever erect into her mind. By me and god together. Rebuking this? Basically, marking the no now of speaking. Grasping the words in midair and arresting them. And speaking what is better. I’ve used the sword of truth to slice your mind to remember the truth of god’s word is the ultimate weapon in time of need. And shown you how to use them precisely with Precision. Like a spiritual surgeon.

Salvation Army? Don’t even tell me you ain’t using a sword baby? I might me old but I ain’t blind baby girl? I could track you in a snow storm. And I know you miss so bad. And in God’s time. You’ll feel the release darling. You’ve always been mine all mine. And I thank god for you every breath I take. Don’t even forget that or warble again child. I tow the lines and redraw them as needed. I hear you loud and clear. Your free honey? Now? When we gonna play again. Mamas tired of this game?

Please? 💋

you know I’ve been throwing the kitchen sink out? It’s time to party girl. I’ve got some new moves and I know you got some to teach this old bird. Xoxo. Any babies coming? I’m praying! I feel some

Babies girl. They gonna be cute!! 💋👌

God can only bless a purified woman. And I took the hit for ya all darling! Crucified myself in public girl. Owned it.

And gave back what was not mine. Like I taught you? Practicing? For my big purge? Mama held a lot back? A lot! That’s anger? The tip. Tip? I held back a lot. I got a lot of anger growing up put on me. I apologize. It that any spilled out on you. I tried so hard baby. So hard. Not to rehurt from my hurt? But I missed your dear granny so bad. So bad. My body did not like it!! Our bond is solid. It tore up up! And spit me out. That woman. Looked right at you? And seemed to not even see me there? Said I was a horrible Mama? Ugh. I don’t want to think of it! I’ve been washing and washing my mind of it. The words. Cut me like a knife baby girl?

My sister? Telling me I was unwelcome? No thank you to your own Mama you came from? Ugh? Bitter words too? My family had their own dirt too? And I’m called higher. You know that. God’s law say I must confess. And they confessed the horrible aweful of thoughts like demons stalking our family in the dark place of the mind? Evil is to not see love? We all were infected baby?

Like why did we go to church? You all watch the hypocrites? I watch the preacher honey? I’m a preacher. Learning how to minister to the mass. Called on anointing. Coming under their wings? Being praised by TBN execs for my anointed voice? Jimmy? Guiding and protecting us all? Under god’s undercover mission? Remember helping all those people? Good showing up? Money? My demo tape? Paid for? By god. That homeless man your dad was angry I fed down in Nashville? While his brother was visiting? Embraced by his preacher wife? Ministering to a hungry me chasing you dad down for a meal no money? Oh honey.

A preachers just am change agent we call crazy. Shining light In dark places. On streets and in houses with people who don’t go to church? To many hypocrites? Disabled. I went down each Sunday to bow at an altar? Your mother? And another one gave me his mantle? Mantel is his anointing. And a preacher can pass his gift to another. Cloaking me for battle. Battle field of the mind. By Joyce Meyers. Read it. Then you understand my mission field and yours is in the mind girl. Words. Programming.

And remember. A Mamas knows the glitches in her own babies minds and god shows us how to fix it. Trust that.

Let me say this. Remember those boots? I was like, ” we have to get these. They are going to be the rage!” The rain boots no one could even see why I caught them? And now? All over everywhere. People love um? I’m so far ahead of us? I’m Looking backwards giving directions. Without even looking. Tell everyone? What’s ahead is amazing!!!!

It’s a full moon. Say your prayers and join me too girl. Victory is ours in Jesus name!! I am the help!

Victory is mine, 
Victory is mine, 
Victory today is mine. 
I told Satan to get thee behind, 
Victory today is mine. 
And so it is. Blessed be.
Victory is mine, 
Victory is mine, 
Victory today is mine. 
I told Satan to get thee behind, 
Victory today is mine. 
Joy is mine, 
Joy is mine, 
Joy today is mine
I told Satan to get thee behind, 
I know that joy is mine. 
Happiness is mine, 
Happiness is mine, 
Happiness today is mine. 
I told Satan to get thee behind, 
Happiness today is mine. 
Victory is mine, 
Victory is mine, 
Victory today is mine.
I told Satan to get thee behind, 
Victory today is mine. 
Victory is mine, 
Victory is mine, 
Victory today is mine.
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
I told Satan
To get thee behind, 
Victory today is mine.

Read it and wrap Satan. Figment of my imagination get thee behind me!!

I rebuke this mess in the name of Jesus!! And include all my family!! In the name of Jesus!!
By a full moon on the way!! I lead us through the gates of hell. Like the eye of a needle! To our new day!!!! Glory!
Think I’m crazy? Oh no. You all didn’t call God’s ways crazy? 🤣🤣🤣😩💋
That’s alright. I got ya. 😉
oh. And power couple? Your a preachers daughter honey? And your ancestors sprayed me Back in to our fold and I paid Mama Jeans fair with my life. Preserving a clean connection. Purging all the dross. Burning the trash. Silencing the haters. In all directions of time. That’s your heritage. Of this I know. And stand on my life to defend! Our honor. In the highest of course called holy.
Woven together with precise percision of the holiest of order. Not by mans way. But by god’s ways that are higher. That demand trusting. God is crazy honey? A genius? Genius listen to god always?
Steve Jobs? Genius sent of god to give us these phone to communicate better at the touch of our fingers? Connections matter? He’s my adopted brother? Can you see the connections?
I’m David’s Mother? I took care of Goliath so he would not have too! I fed him and gave home the words he was only hungry? Hungry men fight better. There was no need for anyone to die back in David’s day? Psychosis was rampant. They just didn’t know it? There’s plenty? Only god’s people trusted and followed a flame? That’s shit sound crazy these days? God leading by day and night? Manna? All represents god’s word? Jesus even said Man shall not live by bread alone. But by every word that proceeds out of the mouths of God. Not mouth. Jesus also said? God is within? We must order our words to receive and revive rightly?
What gets in god’s way? The flesh. The body. The mind. God will tear down every precept that defys what? God’s word? Which is love.
Where are the strong holds? The mind. They call it stinking thinking. And I am a sure shot bird that chirps when the minds of my family be in dangerous territories. God is all. Love is all. If we all don’t see love? Everyone got to adjust their positions. And see it properly. No less is sin.
I took the hit and barf it all up for everyone! All is confessed through my body and mouth so is it today and forget amen. I command it with my words today. It is finished.
Don’t make god get me back on here. Mark my words. Remember who’s you are? I claimed you for god. Only. Satan is your mind playing tricks. Use the word. Clear the mind.
For god hath not given us a spirit of fear. False evidence appearing real. But power. Love. And a sound mind. Amen.
God is rewriting history baby. Through me. History is being made through your own Mama. And will change the world. And how they see many things that hinge upon love and family connections and how we maintain them. Not stepping back except to dart forward to expose the darkness to light and god’s word.
Pull out the thorns stuck in our minds. So wounds can heal and we can see love was there all along. Guiding us through the minds field of the unknown that makes us act like this. Unity is key baby girl.
I would never let you go. You’re to precious to me. Don’t you ever doubt mommy again. Ever. Let’s lead my Mamas into the new day. Shall we? Have some tea? Xoxo

psychecafe

I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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