The trick is not to first get up and run away from the negative places and or things in your life but to learn to sit and grow in some of it until it doesn’t affect one anymore. The trick to running away is based on proper timing. Timing for safety and timing for knowledge. One has to be balanced in and around Negativity inorder to gain the best overall angles and teachings from life as a whole.
People that know me on a personal level would tell you that Abby loves to run away from the world, by going into nature and so forth but apon my return…. then so too was the return of the affects that the outsides had on my insides. The reasons for this was because the only things I have worked on, upon my absence was on myself and not that of others.
When you run….. upon your return, then so too will the negativity be returned. You cannot properly work on another if you are not in their presence.
Make sure you do not stay in situations that are too damaging to the soul. For instance: Physical and emotional abuse. Some abuse it is also important to not run but to sit in it. It is up to us to evaluate the weight of the circumstances. If we run away from everything we would not know how to deal with anything in the world or anyone else including ourselves.
The longer we sit through the bad times…. at the end of it the much more wisdom and strength we will take away from these experiences. The more experiences thrown our way that we overcome, the stronger and more adaptable one will be in life. If no one kills us or we do not kill ourselves or we do not become mentally sick…. throughout all of these hardships, we can come out of life healed from everything bad that we have experienced during our lifetime.
During my life I have been raped on several occasions from age 5 & up. From being ordered by my abuser to sit with my thumbs sticking up for hours while I had to sit with my back completely straight and not talk or move. By the way sitting with your back straight can become very painful after a long period. Anyways…… I was told if any adult asked why I no longer speak to still not speak. I felt like I didnt speak for a year but only at school and church. I really do not know how long this period was but for a child I can say that it felt like a year. I am sure that my behavior back then made people think that maybe I was becoming mentally ill like my mom so they probably didn’t think much of it. I just don’t get how someone could not speak for so long, just sitting there and yet the World kept spinning without asking more questions.
I was even told to neel down on a grater. I hated kneeling on graters. The pain is excruciating. My trick was not to put all of my body weight on my knees so that I don’t have to feel the pain as much. If I had spoken or said anything the consequences was worst resulting in a beating. Not to forget while I was doing all of this the adults was just walking by looking at me and asking what is wrong. To me the mistake that they made is that when I said nothing they should have digged deeper. Growing up no-one really knew what was happening to me because I choose to keep it a secret from the other adults. Why? Well I was told not to say anything but it was more than that …. It was because it was no way the adults can believe the lies they were told and let a child suffer. If me being a child couldnt and didn’t accept the lies, then an adult should have also seen the holes that was visible to me as a child.
I knew they wanted me to suffer because they tried to block all communications with my mother. They would stand by the phone when my mom or sister called never leaving until I hung up the phone. They even stayed during my mother’s and brother’s physical meetings since my sister was living in a different county {America} at the time. The lies they believed from another, I couldn’t rap it around my head how no-one knew it was me telling the truth and not that of another telling the truth.
The things I spoke up on they took another’s words over my words so this is when I have adapted to lying to protect myself from beatings. I believed that it was something else that I didn’t know of and that I needed to keep my mouth shut for my safety since I did not know if I could have trusted the adults being that they didn’t give me any alone time with my own mother. It was basically me against the world. I don’t care how young I was, something seemed odd to me so I found an escape through me by being a little devil or should I say a Big Devil.
I grew up with people that were not my immediate family. Every time my mom and sister called, I would always wish I had some alone time where no-one was standing over the phone so that I could tell them what was going on. And when my sister did came to visit and take me away, I didn’t tell her Because by then my behavior was so out of control everyone kept thinking that I was the problem. Which I was but I mean mhhhmmm. The principal to my school knew the people that took me in on a personal level also. So to me school was not an escape because it was still risky.
Even the church knew them on a personal level but I didn’t want to tell the pastor because to me it was my only happy place. I would sneak out from church and go to the store to buy snacks from the same money I stole. I would then go and eat it downstairs in the church. Let me tell you how risky this was. The church is one house away from the house I stayed at. The store is across the street, two houses to the right past the house I was staying at. They were always outside doing work, so I would have to sneak past them and back on the opposite side of the street without being caught. I succssed everytime!
I was one rich kid. I used to take the money they gave me for lessons, and go spend it on me and my friends. I would go out with them to the mall, out in the fields picking sugar cane. From catching tadpoles and eating fresh fruits. I would then go back to their house and eat what their mother cooked. I then typically will make my way back to where I was staying but before I get there I would stop at like 10 stores. I would go to the market, to the grocery, to the vendors etc. I would buy the rockets and bombs fireworks. I would but candy to cloths ,to jewelry, art and everything nice. By the time I got home they will then ask what did you learn from lessons? I would have a whole lie and then go about my chose.
Did I mention the lessons teacher was not only strick and my teacher at the time but she also personal knew the people I was staying with in the second house also. Small towns, everyone knows everyone. OH! And I almost blow the car up. I built a mini sparkle bomb and set it on fire. Sparks of fire was flying everywhere, I didn’t expect it to start flying on the car or that far. The adults ask what was that noise and I just said I don’t know and then ran to the street with them looking to see what it was acting stupid. I have so many stories about fireworks that I’m getting off course.
I would even keep the money that I was supposed to pay the bus driver for myself. He would ask where is the money and I would just have another lie. I surprisingly got really far for being so young. I did this all the way up until my teens. I only grew worst trying to demand a spot amounts others. I would leave for school and end up not reaching in until 11- 12 maybe longer I can’t remember, in the night.
There was a time when I would speak and no-one would stop to listen don’t matter how loud I spoke. It’s as if they were deff. I became so shy because of this, until one day someone stopped mid way while everyone was speaking to hear what I was saying. Every since, the attention has never left. How I got through my shyness and facing the world is a different day. Anyways I took my power overboard inmany areas but to me, I was trying to escape. Everyone was willing to do as I say… I mean what else can a kid want from life.
Crazy enough when I was older and living in the new house… I ran away during carnival. I had went with my aunt but she made me upset by saying shes going with her boyfriend so go with a cert person. I wanted to go with her and not that person so I just left and did my own thing. I was found by one of the ladies I grew up with in the old house. She is a cop so apon her finding me, she sent me home with her brother instead of taking me to the police station. The reason I ran away is a longer story than this so I’ll skip it. He was in his 30’s and I was 14 year’s old. He took me somewhere else. It was a hotel in my country T & T.
He said he was staying there and needed to get some things that he forget. He tried having sex with me and I said no. He forced his way inside of me as I fought him off and ran. Thankfully I have also built myself up with physical strength. Enough to push a grown man off of me. Yes! I saw myself as being a strong woman one day so I used to go around lifting heavy things to build my strength up.
Anyways, after I ran… I didn’t go home. I said fuck it… what else do I have to lose. I then got so drunk and went back to parting. I was already drunk, imagine drinking liquor that’s 99.9% alcohol for 3 days straight at 14 year’s old… yes I went for the strongest at the youngest, my mind was so far gone. Through it all my mind was so sharp that I still had control over my drunken body.
I was on a big truck with music and really big speakers dancing in the middle of the streets with thousands of people when I got caught and so to did I go back after I was rapped. Well actually I was the one dancing on the truck and I had Alot of people parting dancing, following me on the streets while tripping being the big truck. Everyone trying to Dance with me. I do know how to turn up and hype up any party I must say…. Anyways everyone half naked, grinding on eachother from all over the world for a few days straight. The guy that raped me was the father on the person that raped me as a child.
When I got caught again, I then told the cops what the father had done. He then had people riding around the house trying to kidnap and kill me. I told them what the son had done when I was little but they brushed it off, only focusing on the new recent mishap. The father wanted me dead. I know this because he did say to me that if I was to tell anyone what he did he would come find me and kill me. The new house that I was living at, there was also a cop living there too. Both him and his wife told me that someone keeps circling the boulevard all day, for several days in an unmarked vehicle. Many people were scared for me in these situations not knowing if I would be able to come out of these circumstances healed and alive.
Thankfully the cop at that house went to all my court causes so as to not have me go through so much. I was also sick at the house unable to move because they gave me some big horses pills to stop HIV in case he was HIV positive. Those pills made me so sick that I was unable to eat or move all of those days.
When I was in a new county 4-5 years later, I received a phone call asking to come back to my country and testify to put him in jail. It was supposed to be the last and final trial. I decided to stay in America and not go back to my country to face him because I knew that what he deserves would be dished out to him directly from life so I do not have to do anything else.
The new house that I was staying at, took great care of me like the old house did. It’s sad to say but I was treated with care in both, it was just some unspeakable things that happened in the first house but it shouldn’t take away from me being properly fed and clothed. The lady that took care of me didn’t have kids at that time so to me I was and am her child. Might not be by life but I was her daughter thought life. Non of them had ever once said the words we love you but somehow I knew I was loved. My aunt lived downstairs so she wasn’t upstairs all the time. Only at certain times, to cook and clean etc. I haven’t spoken to anyone of them since I left at 13.Well I was kicked out of the house for lying and stealing. They said they couldn’t deal with me anymore but I only did those things because…. Never mind!
Anyways this is just a small bit but People have tried to change my outside world to protect me from falling mentally ill like my mother. People have tried to change me to protect me from me. My own family had even pushed me away to protect themselves from having a mentally ill person on their hands. Saying that I was going to end up crazy/ mentally ill like my mother simply because I look like her, I was around 4-5 year old at this time. Also my mother was becoming Ill during my birth or after. My mother had a rough life and ended up mentally ill in her late stages of life. I don’t think anybody in life had faith in my mind yet alone in me. No-one wanted the responsibility of Abby.
I have turned down many people trying to help me. Every therapist sessions, I went to every councilor pushed my way but yet I have never spoken of what happened. They basically just did art with me since that’s the only thing that I was willing to do.
I have built myself so adaptable to the pains of life. I can forget about the most horrific situations and when thinking about it… it is only to help another or because of another. I knew from my soul at a young age that certain things that happens are not supposed to be taken apon the soul because it can be lost or damage beyond ones own repair.I have spent so much time inside of me that I now have a gift from life. A gift that can make all illusions for pray making reality seen by all.
Everything bad that I have went through I always try to think positive by saying I have to make it my duty to gain wisdom from this so that I can share it and help others to minimize their sufferings. Don’t get me wrong, during these hard times I am not so strong. This is when my evil side comes out the most. I tend to destroy everything that is in my path. I would steal what’s taken from me or what I do not have. I would find things that brings me joy don’t matter if the cost was evil. From doing things of a evil nature to protecting and bringing the things to me that I was lacking. Creating happiness for myself at any cost so as to keep dealing with the hardships of life. I have sat and evaluated the things that I would like to keep as apart of myself and the things that I wanted to remove from myself.
Grown up everyone would say that I don’t like to follow rules and that I don’t like to listen. Normally called a monkey or a thief….. Oh and the most famous a lier. I started lying to protect myself to the point that it became me. No one trusted a thing I said. They used to say that a lier is worst than a thief. For God sake…. I used to steal from the church’s offering as a kid just to buy snacks and games and mini radios to hide in my pocket as a kid. At bedtime I would hide and listen to the radio and listen to what was happening in the world…. TV … music, anything that could have taken me away from that place.
I do think the pastor knew what I was doing and would intentionally leave me in the room alone. After I had taken what I wanted then he would come back in the room with his crew and count the money. I am no fool, I now know what this man was doing and I think he helped me to do it because he knew that my happiness was more important than the sin of stealing itself. He knew my circumstances and I feel it’s because of this he allowed me to do the most unspeakable act. Of all the kids in the church, I was the only one always left in the room alone. I feel deep down inside that he knew what I was doing. Maybe he counted the money first after I have stolen it and realized that money was missing so from then on they just waited until I took whatever to count the money.
I was so broken, I used to bite and hurt myself so badly. I used to beat and bang myself in the head or on walls. I used to hit myself throughout my entire body as hard as I could have expecially in my head. This is who I have taken my pain out on…. myself. I have taken my pain out on Abigail and she did not deserve this but when I used to hide and listen to the radio/ tv at bed time, I would think about who I saw myself as an adult and coming up with ways to be that person. My goal was to find ways to help take out the evil so we would not have to suffer. I want to love everyone when no-one else would love them.
Yes I feel great pains in life but in the end I do not let the pain overcome my Mind because it is my mind that will take me out of these pains.
Through this all it is also important that if your soul becomes to heavy, to distance it away from the negativity but remember you will have to go rite back. Spending time fixing the triggers of the world in it, is just as important as fixing your triggers away from it.
So the short answer to the question is that you can run away from negativity by doing the things that brings out the best in you. This includes going around people that can make you smile. Going to a place that puts you at peace. Buying something that you have always wanted but never got around to etc. Basically taking you soul to a place that makes you happy over a place that makes you feel sad. If doing these things brings out your evil side… Like I always say, if you are doing evil, be great at it and if you are doing good, be great at that also. This is what I have always told myself throughout my life….. Whatever you are doing at least be the best at doing it. Just remembered to not lose your soul and your true authentic self so when you’re ready to find your way back to yourself it would be easy for you to do so.
Well that’s it for now my fellow beings. Remember, we are all equally as special as the other.
It is our job to make the world know that we are as special as it is. Keep your head up and remember that all bad things will come to an end…. so to do all good things…. So enjoy the good moments of life and make sure no-one has the effect on taking it away from you before divine timing.
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On the morning of Saturday, March 30th,1996 in Trinidad & Tobago a baby girl was born. Her mom had her on the 3rd month of the year, the 30th day, 3 days after her birthday and she had just turned 33. 330333. For her mom, it was supposed to be a one night stand that lasted for 3 days. On the 3rd day, to her Mother's surprised, she was conceived with a Baby. Just a fun fact about this magical soul. Coincidence, maybe, maybe not. While her mother was pregnant with her while living on the streets, a Nun took Jaishema into a shelter and gaved her daughter her first name upon her birth. She is now known as Abigail M M.... Numbers 757.
Growing up I was no ordinary girl. I was fast as a bee & wild as a bear. I was always dirty since my brother and I lived in an abandon house, deep in the bushes with my mentally ill mother. We hardly had food to eat, no running water or electricity. Inside the abandoned house was only an old mattress, a pot with charcoals, newspapers, a few pieces of clothing and little food.
Such a tom boy I always ran off to enjoy nature. I was always missing from my mother's view, either to be found high up in a tree or in the dirt looking for lizard eggs. I though they were so cute and tiny. I used to think I was keeping an eye on them making sure they were safe. I was the most beautiful little girl who as an adult carry the same face. I wore a lot of dresses that was sadly covered in mud where the details and colors were no longer visible. I enjoyed climbing the tallest trees. My favorite is the fruit trees because it makes you feel like the climb was worth it. Mango trees Ummmmhhhh. Either way to me the climb was worth it because when you have reached the top you can now sit and enjoy the view. Its weird because now that I am older, I have a fear of heights. Probably because I have gotten so used to holding on to the tree branches and always being in control of whether I fall or not. I enjoyed building huts out of coconut leaves and doing everything I was told not too do. I enjoyed eating cups of milk & sugar since that was my main source of food. I hated when my mother would tell me to mix my juice with water because it was watery and didn't taste as good as it should have. We used charcoals to brush our teeth since my mother couldn't afford toothpaste. It worked like a charm, she always made sure my teeth was pearly white. To use the bathroom we had to poop on newspapers and pee outside under the house. We would use an oil lamp to see in the night for both outside and inside. My little brother do not remember as much as I do since I was older. He used to stay in the house with my mother while I walked for what seems like miles to a 4 year old for drinking water, since he was a baby at the time and could not make the walk. I remembered one day I fell into the ditch of water and I receive unexpected strength that helped pulled me to safety. The tap was really high but underneath my feet was wooden boards and under that was a hole of water. I guess the water pressure was so strong that the excess water made a deep pool so for no one to fall there was a wood dock nailed together to make a walkway to the tap. My feet slipped and I fell in! Holding on the the foundation, my feet was too short to pull myself up to reach the board. I then kept on trying and out of nowhere I was able to do it as if my feet wasn't to short anymore. Someone unseen helped me up.
My mother showed me how to be tuff on my own as far back as I can remember, she showed me how to properly balance a bucket of water on my head so that I can carry it easier.
I even saved my mothers life once by saying the word STOP. One day our neighbor killed a huge snake as long as an Anaconda and wanted to show my mother. Mean while a few minutes before I was high up in the trees when a snake fell trying to reach down and bite me. I kept on enjoying the wild as I heard my neighbor screaming go get your mom. I went inside but she send me back outside and told me to tell him that she is cooking. When my mom finally came outside the man took his cutlass/ machete and tried to chop my mom up to death. They were running around in circles and I didn't know what to do. I thought to myself if I screamed no-one would hear me, if I ran I would not make it in time or maybe he would run after me and kill me too. That was when I realized that this is a spiritual fight. In that moment I believed in my inner power that whatever I wanted from life, I can and will make happen. At that moment I wanted him to stop and he would obey my command. In that moment of life I realized that I only had myself and that the only solution to this problem is in me. What I need is in my soul. When all physical self is abandoned, when all physical self disappears, when you realize that the physical self can no longer help you, it is only ONE option left. In you! Your soul! I am the one that determines how this is going to end. I screamed STOP with all my might as hard as I can for as long as I could have. The man then stopped looked at me waving his machete and said you are lucky and went back inside. This goes to show you how crazy people really are and the reasons why we need to separate good from evil once and for all. Something so simple as a lack of attention or praise from others can drive someone to do anything to get the feeling they want. I should not have know that the world was evil under the age of 5.
Around the age of five, one day a woman visited my home from another country to find me a safer home. It was a rainy day out, I was busy playing with my Barbie's, outside when I saw this strange lady came walking up towards the steps. I stood there confused as she said the words " I am your sister" …… I started yelling as to why no-one told me I had a sister. No-one had mentioned her before but I knew I had several brothers. She came because the home I once knew with my mother was become unsafe day by day since her mental illness was getting worst. P.s I found out I have more sisters when I grew older.
Many years back my mother was the most beautiful person. I got the chance to see a picture of my mother before she got sick with mental illness. She was full of beauty for all, posing as if she was a model with an artistic talent many will gladly wish to posses. She created the most beautiful wedding cakes. Sadly not everything stays the way we would like. Growing up I was told by my sister and family members that my mother was abused badly by her mother to the point she sometimes made my mom have sex in the bar she owned so that she can keep the money to herself. When my mom tried to play with her toys her mother would beat her and flush it down the toilet. As my mom got older she tried finding ways to cope. From running away, to alcohol to drugs to stories of people working black magic on my mother`s mind because of her beauty. I may never know the truth. But what I do know is that she has lost what she really loved..... Her kids, her mind & her lifestyle. She had big dreams that were left unaccomplished. Because of her mental state, she often was afraid of the outside world hurting us so she used to have several pad locks on the door at once. Maybe 6 or so to give a picture. She was so focus on locking the doors when we left for outside to the point locking us outside the house and forgetting the keys inside was was a normal thing. She then would push me up a wall into a whole leaving her fate to a 1 year old to climb in and retrieve the keys. Now you see why at 4 I was basically climbing things as high as a coconut tree. So when I was off missing high in the trees, while she was scared of my safety she knew what I was capable at since 1 so a part of her always knew I was smart and capable of great things. As I was growing up, I would catch her dazing out looking into my eyes. She never stopped, don't matter how old I had grown.
Fast Forward my brother was taken in by his father but my father was busy with his own family and his woman at the time did not want me to be apart of their lives. He cheated on his wife with my mother creating me. Maybe because of shame he left without looking back! Well I'm not 100% sure because as a kid an older male used to give me money on my walk home from school. He handed me money almost everyday from maybe when I was 11-13. He used to stand on a corner at a pubic place where I knew he couldn't hurt me so I used to take the money being that at home I only got $1 to go to school with. The man only says hi, smiles and gives me money as I continue my walk home. So back a little, I was taken to my brother's house where he said " She is not my responsibility & neither is she yours, you should return her to where you got her from. I was also told that the rest of my family excuses was no different along with the words,
" she looks just like her mother, she will turn out to be like crazy her mother too. We do not want that responsibility."
My sister said that she went crying to her friends that no-one wants me and she does not know what to do with me. She searched everywhere but no-one would take me in. She did not want to leave the country knowing I was not safe. Jackpot, I was taken in by them, complete strangers to me at the time. I was greeted by dogs surrounding me trying to rip me to pieces. I screamed as loud as a trumpet & quickly climbed up the fence. They were told by their owner to leave me alone as I slowly came back down to the ground. When I got inside I had a bath with clean clothes waiting for me & the most delicious food I have ever eating. I was not told the words I love you growing up but by the way I was taken care of I read in-between the lines & knew that they loved me. I was taught to hunt in the wild & shoot shotguns, learned how to cook by my aunt and her mother. I was taught how to fish and anything to do with the wild and nature by my Uncle Danny. Everytime I looked bored I was told to go and read a book by him. I had many toys as a kid from dolls to guns I had it all. I had lots & lots of guns, whether I was outside shooting or cooking for my dolls anytime my uncle saw me outside he would always tell me to go & pick up a book. I never understood why since he was the one that taught me the outside things. He loved me in his own special way. My aunt would be the one to cook for the household and wash my clothes, while her mother would make sure I ate breakfast before school and got me dressed. My aunt always did my hair and helped with my homework. She treated me as her own child since she had none of her own at the time.
Shortly after I started getting comfortable I was being sexually assaulted by an older kid of the family for the six to seven years I lived there. I was not the only one though, a older girl also staying there had to have sexual intercourse with him also. I was so scared & confused bring only 6 to tell anyone because he would tell lies on me when I said no and made me get beatings. Most of my beatings growing up was for something they did and he would put the blame on me. I would tell the truth that I did not do it but it seemed as if no one believed me. Since then I started lying to protect myself. It just became a part of me over the years to protect myself as best as I could. It got worst when it was time for me to eat, he would take the good foods out of my plate and give me everything he didn't like which turned out to be the same foods I didn't like either. I was always the last one at the dinner table, sometimes I would get beatings because I was sitting at the table for hours. As a child I could not leave the dinner table unless I ate all my food. I started getting smart by hiding the foods in my underwear, doors, toy box and fed it to the dogs. I sometimes had to hide from him because he would make me kneel in a corner for hours or have me sit with my thumbs sticking straight up while my back was completely straighten for hours. He would tell me if anyone asked what was wrong with me and to why I was like that to not speak because he would tell them I did something wrong so that I can get a beating. It felt like I couldn't speak for an entire year but only in school. I did not know what was going on because I did not believe an adult can fall for so many lies and not get to the bottom of me no longer speaking words. That did not make sense to me as a child. I always wanted to tell my sister or mom but everytime they called the adults would always stand by the phone to monitor our conversations. They even monitored when my mother would visit me all the way up until she left. Over the years I found a way to escape by running away to my mind. Unaware to me that I was practicing the art of meditation. I used this method so much that I developed a side where I was entering other dimensions. I taught I was just having the same dream for months where I would always start off from where I had left off the night before. Unknown to me I started accessing a higher power and knowledge. I still used this method to stay true to my human values in life & to always help find my way back to my chosen path.
One night instead of me going to the place I visited for months, I felt something heavy crawling up the bed onto my chest. The place I was going to was a cemetery with 2 trees that were dried up and scary. They were alive and would try to attack me. That night as I closed my eyes, before I can even fall asleep, I was greeted by the Devil himself as a snake. Even though my eyes was closed I saw him clear as day about to bite me. At the time I was afraid of snakes so I prayed & held my breath while praying until I passed out. I woke up the next morning to me screaming in fear. I noticed that the wooden antique bed was cracked in half & the floor was stained blood red as if it was an old deep stain that was there for 1000 years. I rubbed and rubbed to no success of removing it. My aunt quickly ran to my screams as I told them about the snake. Everyone kept asking " Are you sure that it was not a bird that got inside?" I said no, my eyes was closed but I saw it as if my eyes was open. The snake was about to bite me before I passed out from holding my breath while praying to God for help. Strangely they never asked about the bed being cracked or the deep red stain at the foot of the bed. But weirdly my pastor came by later on that same day, blessed & prayed for me. A short while after he left, my aunt said she saw a snake outside and to run as fast as I could and bring her the cutlass/ machete before it gets away. Like I had mentioned earlier I am a fast runner so a short while after I bring her the cutlass/ machete she told me that she thinks she got it, she was not sure because it slid away quickly. I never got a chance to see it. I was then sent to do my daily chores of picking up the ripe fruits that fell on the ground from all our different types of fruit tress like, mangos, plums, guavas and passion fruit and putting it into a bucket so that my aunt and grandmother can make fresh juices and jams or cakes etc. As I was walking outside the fence picking up the fruits I saw a baby snake dead in the drain with the same colors just the opposite ways. They were both red, black and white. One is supposed to be poison and one is not.
Then also, at that time I used to steal the church offerings to buy snacks. Everyone would be nice to me because they knew my life, they thought I was innocent and being one of the kids of the church, the pastor would leave me in the room with the baskets of money. Noone found out but somehow I think he knew. On my way home from school I would see a strange making coffins by pastor, since that was my past has side job. It was a regular thing to see him making call friends on my way home. no strange man that used to work with him but also stand on a corner and give me money what my pastor knowing, or so I think.
This is why today I believe it was the devil himself. Maybe from stealing from God or me traveling to places inwardly. I would steal on a daily from someone else $20 US a day which was $120 in my country. I did it for years, I would spend all the money in a day or snacks, music players and crazy things that made me happy. I would stop t Alot of stores on my walk home from home and steal from everyone. No one suspect Because they saw me as innocent. I was smart enough to avoid all cameras. I became aware from an early age that there is something going on in this world that many are not willing to talk about or fight. When spoken of, the world then labels you to be crazy or not normally forcing you to feel left out or unworthy. I promised the world at the age of 5 that I will stop your suffering and I haven't loat hope in this. The older I got, the more I realized someone has to change the world before it is too late.
From then on whenever I have questions about life, instead of turning to man himself, I turn to this hidden knowledge inside of me where I have learned a lot over the years. This hidden knowledge is inside all of us. It is up to us to figure out how to access it and reign our world. We all have our own demons to fight but it is up to us to have the knowledge we need to come out winner's in life. It is time to put a stop to the world saying we are not normal but they are. We are infact the normal one's, and the world is crazy. Those that chooses to stay in ignorance would be left behind and those that chooses to find the light and the cause of our sufferings would be the SAVED ONES. Those that listens but do not believe, support but do not understand, give but do not agree would also be saved. Those that live in total ignorance, shutting out all words and actions would be the ones that would be left behind in the end to serve us.
You see my mother's mom grew up the same way now that she is older she is bitter and racist. Growing up my oldest brother to also be racist. One time he took me for the summer, he told me not to go outside and play when the sun is out because I was getting to black. My friends was calling me to show me that they learned how to do a black flip but my brother ended up coming home from work early and caught me outside. He got so mad that be beat me with all his might using his belt. He is a body builder so you know that was the worst beating I have ever gotten in my lifetime, for being black. My mothers family is Indian so you know they own business such as bars and wearhouses but yet I have always struggled in life because of my mother's choice to love black men. My grandmother saw her very own mother being physical and emotionally abused by her own father. I even heard stories of her dad hanging her mom because she kept on making girl children and he wanted a boy so that our legacy to be passed on to him. My grandmother even thought my older brother to be racist to the point he dont like dark skinned women, nore have I even seen him dating a black women. So instead of my grandmother fighting her demons, she let them influence her to the point that this curse was passed down to my mother and her children. My grandmother spoiled all her grandkids but my mom kids which include me since we all had black fathers. With all this bad luck my family is still doing well for themselves back home, while I'm in a foreign country left fighting for myself. My sister took me to the country she lives in inorder to have a better life but we no longer speak. I told her that I was being sexually assaulted all those years when I was almost 15 years old. I told her because she was being mean to me by blaming me for past actions and constantly trying to put her hands on me without trying to see that I am not a bad person at all. Yes the older I got the more bad I had grew. From lying to fighting to bullying kids. I do not regret the things that made me a better person. My experiences is what made me a truly unique person. In my high school in Trinidad I was on my 9 suspension in only 2 years. I used to do stupid shit, like flooding the school bathroom, to making fun of teachers, to crazy glueing someone to their chair, to putting condoms and spit in a girls hair etc. I realized that I was a leader because everyone is willing to follow me, good or bad. I took advantage of my power over other's Because growing up everyone overlooked me. When I speak and join conversations, it's as if they cannot hear my world's, leaving me to watch the world go on without me. One day rhings change and ever since, wveryo wants my attention. Strangely these people are still in my life today asking for life advises. I was not kicked out of the school system because I was and still am a very smart lady but I was kicked out of the house. I had to go home else and shortly after my first high School principal and got so tired of my behavior that she lied to one of her friends and saying that I was a good kid so that way she can transferr me to her high School. It's funny because one day the new principal looked at me and she said I do not know why my friend lied to me but you're a horrible student. Don't matter how bad I had grown to be, I always passed my classes. I came to America after this girl took my head and started banging it into a wooden desk. Long story short I blacked out, everyone said I turned into hulk. No-one could contain me because of my strength, not the security guards, or principal or the hundreds of kids that was at school that day. I was told by the doctor that my strength levels measure in the high 80's, which is the strength of a man. I got up as she started running to the ground floor out of 3 floors in total. I took an iron chair while I waited for her to run into my view to throw it at her. I threw it down but missed her by an inch. I was about to jump off the second floor of the school so that I can catch up to her. Long story short she apologize but I still got suspended for it even tho it wasn't my fault. Someone told her that I said something about her mother and her mother is dead. I told her I don't know what she talking bout which was the truth. I was pretty popular in my first highschool and In the second, still so but not as much. I used my attention to follow the wrongs paths. Next thing you know I was on an airplane heading to America after one last incident because a group of men would be riding around the house trying to kidnap me, to not talk. While everything was going on It was Carnival in my country. I basically didn't want to go back home because everyone has washed their hands on me. I stayed out on the streets parting and dancing on big music trucks while drinking. I ended up being caught by someone I knew. When I first got onto the truch no1 was behind it, a short while I had alot of people following me partying with me. I ended up being pulled off the truck by the cops like 3 days later. The sister of the lady that looked after me when I was younger was the police officer that found me. The cops was looking for me. She then told her brother to take me home and instead of thim taking me home, he brought me more liquor. I dranked more and kept parting. I was so drunk drinking liquor that is 99% alcohol. Shortly after he took me to some place and tried raping me. I fought him off, kicked his penis and then ran out of his view. He was in his mid 30's at that time. I then went and kept partying to hide the big mess of a life I had. I mean what else could I have done when everyone gaved up on me. No1 believed I could have changed or have a successful future. I did all the wrongs and those that did wrong, every1 blamed me for being the leader. As a kid the adults would say no1 told her to do that but she told everyone to do what they did. I came to America and now my old ways no longer serves me. I treat others the way I would like to be treated. I found courage by holding on to hope & faith that everything has to come to an end one day. I still carried over some of my old ways into the U.S but as I am older and wiser my old ways no longer served me, if people cannot understand my past there is no need for them to be apart of my future. I have decided a long time ago to be strong enough on my own for the ones that has it worst than me. To always be grateful for the little I do have for to someone else it is a lot. To teach myself what love is and to pass it on too my fellow creatures that does not know what it feels like to be loved. To choose love over hate. Together with our own unique stories we can stand up & change our future. To separate the good from the bad & multiply the good. We will break the curses of darkness and reclaim the light. We will follow our own paths too the road of awareness and win our world back from evil. We will survive because we made it our Destinies to. As one we will get the victory we deserve. We are almost there.... To our Destinies. The world would soon bow down at our foot, giving us the victory we deserve simple because we believed in something better. And that something better we too deserves to be apart of it simply by our will to change our outcomes.
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Wow, your story is so alarming and sad and I am truly sorry for the suffering you have had to endure! Do you prefer being called Abby or Abigail?
This is so raw and you are so courgageous and brave to share it to help others that suffer.
My heart goes out to you and you’re right…. YOU ARE STRONG!!! I’m soooo grateful for your mother that took you into her life and her heart and that you are in a better place.
Take good care of you. With love and blessings, 💖 Cindy
Hi Cindy! 🙂 I don’t really have a preference between the two but I’m used to everyone calling me Abby for short so I just go with Abby but whatever fits you is fine with me.
People typically call me Abigail when in serious conversations or important cases. Thank You! I am so greatful also. Life can be so much harder if it wasn’t for the ones with good hearts. I am so happy I am older and can better dictate my life. I hope that things are well on your end of the universe.
Hi Abby,
Well, it sounds like i will call you Abby unless we are talking about important matters , in which case I will call you Abigail. Let me know otherwise.
This really is an important matter but you sound like you have truly come to a place where you are healing and like you say, dictate your own life.
Bravo to you!!!! Well done!!! 👏👏👏👏👏❤️❤️
Yes, things are well in my world. Thanks for the wishes. Blessings, ❤️🙏
Positives and negatives are both part of life….running away from negativity will not necessarily assure a good life….instead of running away learn to grow through negativity….in short outgrow the negativity around you…
Stay blessed 🙏😇
I admire your honesty, strength, courage and survival techniques. You’ve shown how special you are with your story, showing real passion for life by getting the most out of it, in your own way; to eventually become the better person that you want to be.
Thank you for sharing!!.. Sorry that you had to endure the hardships but “Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come”. (Author Unknown) and instead of staying negative, the experience has helped you become the courageous and beautiful person you have become and will continue to be!!.. 🙂
Until we meet again…
May flowers always line your path
and sunshine light your way,
May songbirds serenade your
every step along the way,
May a rainbow run beside you
in a sky that’s always blue,
And may happiness fill your heart
each day your whole life through.
May the sun shine all day long
Everything go right, nothing go wrong
May those you love bring love back to you
And may all the wishes you wish come true
(Irish Saying)
Yes you are absolutely rite! Thank you for the Irish saying. 🙂 Wishing you the same with many more. Hoping that all is well on your end of the world. Until we meet again, stay blessed. 💙
I do agree with all of the ideas you’ve introduced to your post. They’re very convincing and can definitely work. Nonetheless, the posts are very quick for novices. May you please extend them a little from next time? Thank you for the post.
Wow, your story is so alarming and sad and I am truly sorry for the suffering you have had to endure! Do you prefer being called Abby or Abigail?
This is so raw and you are so courgageous and brave to share it to help others that suffer.
My heart goes out to you and you’re right…. YOU ARE STRONG!!! I’m soooo grateful for your mother that took you into her life and her heart and that you are in a better place.
Take good care of you. With love and blessings, 💖 Cindy
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Hi Cindy! 🙂 I don’t really have a preference between the two but I’m used to everyone calling me Abby for short so I just go with Abby but whatever fits you is fine with me.
People typically call me Abigail when in serious conversations or important cases. Thank You! I am so greatful also. Life can be so much harder if it wasn’t for the ones with good hearts. I am so happy I am older and can better dictate my life. I hope that things are well on your end of the universe.
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Hi Abby,
Well, it sounds like i will call you Abby unless we are talking about important matters , in which case I will call you Abigail. Let me know otherwise.
This really is an important matter but you sound like you have truly come to a place where you are healing and like you say, dictate your own life.
Bravo to you!!!! Well done!!! 👏👏👏👏👏❤️❤️
Yes, things are well in my world. Thanks for the wishes. Blessings, ❤️🙏
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Thank You, Cindy! ❣️ No problem at all. That’s great to hear. 🙏 God bless. 😇
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And blessings to you Abby!❤️🙏🙏
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Thank You Cindy! ❣️🙏
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Positives and negatives are both part of life….running away from negativity will not necessarily assure a good life….instead of running away learn to grow through negativity….in short outgrow the negativity around you…
Stay blessed 🙏😇
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Absolutely! 😇 Stay blessed also. 💙
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I admire your honesty, strength, courage and survival techniques. You’ve shown how special you are with your story, showing real passion for life by getting the most out of it, in your own way; to eventually become the better person that you want to be.
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Thank You….It means alot. 😊🙏
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Hey Abby, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. What a courageous piece of writing, good job on your message. 🖤🙏
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Hey Amber! Thank You, I appreciate it. ❣️🙏
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Thank you for sharing!!.. Sorry that you had to endure the hardships but “Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come”. (Author Unknown) and instead of staying negative, the experience has helped you become the courageous and beautiful person you have become and will continue to be!!.. 🙂
Until we meet again…
May flowers always line your path
and sunshine light your way,
May songbirds serenade your
every step along the way,
May a rainbow run beside you
in a sky that’s always blue,
And may happiness fill your heart
each day your whole life through.
May the sun shine all day long
Everything go right, nothing go wrong
May those you love bring love back to you
And may all the wishes you wish come true
(Irish Saying)
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Yes you are absolutely rite! Thank you for the Irish saying. 🙂 Wishing you the same with many more. Hoping that all is well on your end of the world. Until we meet again, stay blessed. 💙
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I do agree with all of the ideas you’ve introduced to your post. They’re very convincing and can definitely work. Nonetheless, the posts are very quick for novices. May you please extend them a little from next time? Thank you for the post.
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