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She's a good person, divine in her own right, but much younger than me. The devil often finds his way into the journey of the chosen early on. It's challenging for a woman to remain strong in a world where others feed off her pain. I'm tired of hearing pity parties that bash her – one more, and I'll go off. This realm is one of duality, and while I have my preferences for how I want my life, revisiting this story isn’t one of them. If you want to support me, talk about the weather, not my past. Sometimes, people go through things they didn’t ask for and turn into monsters because they don’t know any better.

There's a story about a man who went to hell, describing it as a place where people fall endlessly. He said he fell for what felt like forever until he finally hit the bottom, which was made of hands instead of ground. He saw countless people falling, all of them screaming. It sounds horrific. God, being a loving figure, must really want people to avoid that place. The man noted that some people seemed to have been there since its creation. After he landed, the hands grabbed him, pulling him back to the top and then down faster. The man prayed to God, explaining that he lived as he knew in his world, without positive influences or knowledge of a better way. God checked and decided he was right, giving him another chance at life to right his wrongs. The man vowed to tell everyone about hell, emphasizing that many people are there. God considers all of us His children, even the bad ones, so we must be mindful of everyone. We are here to express ourselves and learn from our life events. I didn't know this initially; I learned my lessons because moving forward in life required setting boundaries and not acting like anyone I didn't want to be.I always felt that complaining about a thief when I steal is pointless, so I don’t steal. Why complain about a liar if I lie? So, I don't lie. This acceptance has made me better. However, I could tell when karma was at play – things would drop constantly, I'd feel clumsy, or spill a beer every time I drank. I've had terrible bosses who seemed to hate my light, getting mad for no reason, or using me as an example to punish others and show off their authority.

The worst was when my brother left me homeless after I turned down a job at Nike's R&D team for the rubber polygon plastic shoe soles. I had five interviews and had to beg strangers for gas money for the last one. I sacrificed the best job I ever got accepted to so my brother could pursue his dream job in Daytona. We lived in a car for a week during Bike Week, with hotel rates skyrocketing to $280 a night. When the car broke down while I slept, my brother called his sister and left me with a broken car, no job, no phone, and no friends. He even took the $900 worth of clothing I bought him. I had to ask an Arby's supervisor if I could leave the car behind their dumpster until I could get it towed.

I looked up to my brother, seeing him as a role model, only to be left for dead. But I persevered. I stole a bike once out of desperation but made it off the streets without drugs, stealing, or lying. I repaired the car and survived the streets, even begging for food at times. I asked a business to hold sticky notes for job callbacks, explaining that I was fending for my life.One day, I saw a note with a job offer. It made me so happy. I had to type 58 words per minute and passed after hours of practice at the library. I also needed a physical, which was a harrowing experience. I rode my bike through a lightning storm, thinking it was God testing me, but I made it and passed the physical, getting the job.

Understand that God tests us to our limits. Women have it harder, not being as physically strong as men and often being mistreated. The devil has been in this game for millennia, tearing through our lives. At this point, most of my friends are soulless vessels. If my soul weren't so strong, I'd likely be soulless too. We all make mistakes and turn ugly, but if I were a woman, my story would have been even tougher.

This is just one part of my journey. I've had to rely on myself for a long time. My dad, the only one who truly had my back, is gone, and his death broke me, starting my spiritual awakening. Be mindful when pointing fingers. I know who I am and respect myself because I’ve been through so much just to get the minimum. I'm not perfect; I have toxic traits, but I accept them because they are part of me.

Without darkness, how could we appreciate the stars at night? Darkness makes life more beautiful, and that’s how I see this life. God is testing us and training us to be better and wants us to learn about him because all i had to do was pray i struggled mindlessly for years without prayer and god was there hinting and that caused me to break my ego too cause i realised one day GOD has been here the whole time looking out for me even though i was not praying. He hinted to me durring the 70 mile walk home the one guy that gave me a ride - for 4 miles of it handed me a bible.... i ignored it and didnt even read it shame on me. But i did talk to god odd huh i would act like i was beating god at some game sometimes i guess deep in the subconscious i always knew god was watching me.

But we all are on the same journey we are all gods children and we all need to take up a respect for god. HE IS REALY TRYING TO GET AN ANSWER FROM YOU... HE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SPEND ETERNITY WITH HIM AND WANTS YOU TO LOVE HIM THINK ABOUT THAT ONE... have any of you ever starved or been homeless? god always finds somewhere for you to go. ITS ONLY WHEN YOU RUN AWAY FROM YOURSELF DO YOU TRULY BECOME HOMELESS because you are homeless on the inside and it shows that you are homeless on the outside after.