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From that day on I continued to be a dooer of good deeds. I learned to pray.
"Our Father which art in heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread forgive us our tresspasses as we spaghettios those that
trust past against us...."
and so on and so forth.
One day when out with my neighborhood friends one of the older kids in the bunch said,
"Alright everybody its time ta go to da sto (go to the store)!"
We all ran home to get money. We all came back within a few minutes and started
on our trek to the store. While browsing in the store, I picked up a pack of cookies. Giggling feeling grown,
I was only around 5 years old. I and my friends were enjoying our freedom. When suddenly I heard someone yell
"RUN". (Gasp) But it was too late because in a flash, I felt a sharp pain in my back and I heard a loud snapping
noise. I let out a scream then everything went black.
Today I know that to be a tazer or stun gun. I had money in my hand, I was just
shopping. So why was I singled out as the thief. Easy prey, maybe. More importantly though, what was a tazer
doing in and around 1977?
Somewhere around that time possibly that same day. I and several other children were held in glass cases.
Some man wearing Dr's garments was telling us about going to hell and worshiping the devil. We all began to whine and
cry. I felt sick on the stumic at the sound of it and weak in the knees. I must have passed out. Then I
and my mother were walking down a dark hall. It appeared to be an extremely sterile environment with lots of computerized
machinery. Far beyond my comprehension in the seventies. We appeared to have been some where farther in the future
than now. I told my mom that I was scared. I figured I must have gone asleep in the car while traveling
to where ever we were. I asked "where are we?" She replied "it will be over in a minute. I said "I'm scared
this place is scary." Then my brother appeared, he said " na this is nothin'. I been through it before.
They'll ask you a few questions just say yes and you will be out in now time. I was laid on an examing table
then the doctor grabbed my arm and said "say you worship the devil!", I frantically said "no no your hurting me let
me go." He continued "quit being a bad little girl making your mother wait so long for you. Say it and i'll
let you go." I said "I worship the devil, no, no, no. " He said good. Then ouch I continued to cry.
"What are you doing to my finger?" He said "its a mark." Then I remembered it no more.
On another occasion while out playing in front of the house. One of the older kids said "here it go!" Then
I saw something like ripples in the air! And suddenly felt sharp pains and heat all over my body. No time to scream.
No time to think. I fell back while still feeling that agonizing pain. I remember seeing my brother falling simultaneously
along with me. I layed there looking up at the sky. Everyone had left. No life in my body. When swoosh.
A man with blond hair. picked me up and took me to some place far away. Before I could bat an eye and realize where
I was he said "What happened?"
I EXPLAINED TO THE BLOND HAIRED GENTLE MAN THE WHOLE WRETCHED STORY. AND HE ASKED ME IF I WANTED SOME TYPE OF WEAPON.
I SAID "I don't know because I don't like to hurt innocent people. Me and my brother we were just playing and some
mean person hurt us." Then suddenly I felt a cool breeze on my face. We two I and the blond haired gentleman
were flying. Then I saw my brother setting on the ground in this unknown place with an orange sky and
mounds of brown dirt everywhere. I saw bodies lying on the ground. Even more bizzare as I recall my brother was
holding a little girl who looked somewhat like me. Only her she was chubbier and her eyes more slant. Before I
could ask the man where are we and who are the people lying on the ground and why, he picked up my brother and we three
my brother, the blond haired gentleman and I were flying in the air in the strange place. Swoosh something black flew
by my face. I thought it was the devil. I and my brother screamed. The gentleman almost lost his grip on
us. Then suddenly it was all over. We popped from that place back to the place where we were before at our home
in St. Petersburg, Florida.
Needless to say the neighborhood grew far worse than before. Untill one day my brother came into the house and
said "hey mom, don't let Jada go down to the park anymore. People dealing, drugs getting shot, she could get hurt."
And so it was I was confined to the home me , my music, my books and my imagination. Then my father decided that
we would have a house built in a better neighborhood. We did. But if you review my bio you will see that several strange occurances happened prior to that point and continued to occur despite our efforts.
We moved when I was 12 years old.
I guess satan worshipers have a lot of zeal concerning there worship. Adminately and secretly dragging people into
their network of "belivers." If you read the section called "O common Live a Little" in my mini bio you will see
more of what I mean. I have been surronded by people who say they love God and when you talk about God they shout amen,
hallelujah. And all along, unbeknownst to you, they are talking about the other guy. While I am talking about
El Shaddai.
They sit there in your face and agree with you while you tell them you can't be in fellowship with unbelievers... "oh
yeah I know chi I belive in the same thing that you do", they say.
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