One is one her way out, and coming right behind to take her place, a natural born Witch. I’m a natural born wicth.

There are things I can do that most think of as magic. It’s not magic, it’s natural.

The thing is most are born with something, however the world kills it, because who are you to be special?

Maya Angelo’s comes to mind. Something she wrote about who are you to play small?

I use the state of peace, zero emotion, to transmute what I take on as an Empath, to turn it into pure love healing energy. It knows who needs and it goes where it needs.

I don’t know or care where it goes.

This is meek.

I can focus it with my hands. There are other things I do with my hands that takes a thought to get ready.

I drain ghosts and demons, and any other entity. I’m a Soul Eater, no I don’t eat souls, I do devour remnants, ghosts.

I remember a few years ago I was in Concow. I was in a residential area called Camelot. I could tell something nasty had gone down in this area.

I was told that Native Americans had been slaughtered by the military. That was what I felt.

I walked into the field where nothing grew except one tree. I walked up to the tree and did my thing. I cleared the place.

I talked to people who live in Concow, and the entire place has changed. No longer can anyone feel the slaughter.

I think about visiting Gettysburg.

If anyone needs anything, find my porch. Talk to the people who work at Ital Imports, and if they tell you to walk, walk, otherwise, I’ll know and you’ll never find me.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.