Something I was thinking about yesterday was all of the music that I listened to in my life all of the songs that I have sung, along with memorize the words, saying at the top of my lungs with all kinds of energy pumping through my veins, not realizing that I was actually Manifesting those realities. I was affirming those statements how many songs have we listened to that have glorified relationships not working out people hurting each other, inflicting sadness, or discomfort. We had no idea what we were doing then but we definitely do now I have discovered all kinds of amazing high frequency music. It’s definitely made a difference in my life when I evaluated what I was listening to and made some adjustments.

When I was younger, I saw spirits very easily. My first encounter with a spirit was in my childhood home. At the time, I didn't even know that I was having an encounter with a spirit being. I was like 8 or 9. I remember waking up feeling like someone had come into my room. When I opened my eyes, a taller black gentleman was standing at the end of my bed. I remember not being afraid I just said "Hey! How are you? Why you here?". I was very trusting back then. I didn't think anyone would just walk into my home; besides, they would have to get by my parents who were just downstairs. I remember him saying his name was Amos and that he lived down the road. I lived in the COUNTRY. I mean, the closest Walmart was 45 minutes away! I knew all my neighbors, so I asked if he was staying with someone. He started telling me that his home wasn't there anymore. Being curious, I asked, "Why, what happened?" He told me there were some people giving him problems because they said he didn't live there anymore. Amos told me a story of many others losing their home the same way. "But Amos, there are no homes over there!" (Across the road, there was one house, but there was also a plot of land covered in trees.) I remember at one moment my dad walked into my room and asked me who I was talking to. I said, "Amos." My dad, of course, told me that there was no one else in the room. I looked around, and Amos was no longer there. I told my dad, "I guess he left." There were many other nights Amos came to talk. He was the one who told me that he was not "HERE" like I was. He was living not here. Long story short, I proved out a lot of the things that Amos told me. I found out there was a settlement of slaves that were promised a home and a parcel of land. The community was located in the wooded area across the road. When my friend Christopher and I did some investigating, we found three foundations of homes about 300 yards apart. I couldn't prove that these were the homes, but I knew they had been there.