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Is there anybody who can help me understand the practice of voodoo and it’s merit?
Two years ago I moved to a small Florida seaside community and was immediately befriended by a guy who seemed genuinely nice. After a few months I started getting a bad vibe from this guy. He seemed to take much pleasure in other peoples misfortune. In fact, when very bad things happened to people around him I sensed it fuelled almost an elation within him that sort of shocked me-I noticed his wife always seemed silent and unhappy- and one time when we were alone she asked me strange questions-like if I knew what he did for work! She claimed she did not know which struck me as COMPLETELY bizarre as they have been together 14 years. She also confided in me that she wanted to leave him but was fearful claiming he was the most "vindictive, and inherently evil person" she had ever known. My conversation with her that day …for a lack of a better phrase….completely freaked me out as it came out of nowhere. We had never spoke more then two words to each other and she was speaking to me in an almost desperate tone…. while my friend had stepped outside to use his cell phone. Shortly after that weird conversation my friend started opening up to me as well- He was from the backwoods of Louisiana, His parents were abusive- and he thought he had these mystical voodoo like powers-He claimed he could heal people-hurt people- and something to do with voodoo-Honestly-when he spoke about this stuff- I kind of winced inside, never really paying attention, always thinking that this guy was a nutjub…And one day I just ended out friendship-I simply stopped calling him and made it a point to never answer the door- Soon, I started getting just evil, threatening IM’s- Some even threatening me with everything from horrific curses, to death. I should have saved them- but brushed them off because I thought he was harmless, and basically nuts—-Then, really bad, really strange things started happening to me one after another- First my Mom who I was very close to passed away suddenly and with no warning while here in town visiting-She was 68, no cause of death could be determined….Then I was hospitalised with a rare – antibiotic resistant blood infection which almost killed me-I’m a 40 year old, totally healthy guy who never even gets the flu- I was hospitalised for 3 months-Then, while walking to my car one night…right outside my house- I was attacked by two guys dressed in black wearing ski masks-I was pistol whipped- and after 5 minutes of being severely beaten up,one of the guys pulled me up and put the gun to my head- My neighbour (Thank God) came running out of his house screaming the Police were on their way. It took 8 staples to put my scalp back together. The strange part was….there was no motive-These guys were perfectly silent-did not rob me – I live in a great neighbourhood- very low crime rate…etc….And c’mon- huge guys dressed in all black in ski masks????? That is not real. That is like movie stuff. Then I lost my job-I had a stellar work record, but suddenly and out of the blue my company scaled back my department and laid me off—another bizarre twist as I have worked for them for 7 years and they spent a lot of money to move me from Chicago down here to Fl-One month prior they had given me a great review and a raise. Now, my girlfriend of 11 years also very healthy—36 years old- who works out every day and eats right- has suddenly been hospitalised… first with an abdominal issues and had to endure two major abdominal surgeries in 9 days, and strange boils that have grown and seem to be … antibiotic resistant. I feel I am a rationale guy- And while I don’t want to let my mind wander down a road that would lead me to believe curses are real…etc….but the timing of all these events…one right after another are really scaring me. Can anyone tell me about voodoo-or curses- etc? Has anyone had any personal experience with such?

Yes….you know i actually took the time to read the WHOLE thing…
anyway, i think you have the wrong idea of what voodoo really is…voodoo is a kind of magic, dealing with affecting energy fields that therefore control a certain aspect of reality. Now the definition i gave you may sound like any other form of magic, but voodoo was used in Africa and places like such, you’ve heard of the doll right? the voodoo doll?, well the voodoo doll was never meant for cursing, most people just use it to curse but voodoo dolls can also be used to bring luck and positive energy, the evil comes from the intention of the practitioner. Now that we have it cleared that voodoo is nothing evil, about that curse. If someone threatens you through IM, its probably most unlikely that he really does and knows how to practice every step and every single delicate procedure in voodoo magic….he’s a fake…trust me, if a voodoo master wanted to harm you, he would have just done it, and wouldn’t even think of trying to have fun by antagonizing you with IM’s, the people who attacked you were probably HIS people. So, let me impart a word to the wise, he is fake if he threatens, i seriously think he is just making it up…the things that happened to you were a coincidence, fix them like you would any other problem in life. But if it were a curse, then you would have to get rid of it with a counter curse, or either purify yourself. I have had a lot of experiences with curses, i know a lot of people who were into those kind of stuff, including me. Curses are just another word for an offensive or malicious spell. Explaining the whole procedure of counter-cursing and purifying would probably take up most of my time, so if i were you i would just let it be. If he were really cursing you then you need not worry, someone who uses magic for evil gets karma threefold. which means he gets the amount of karma he needs to learn from his mistake, if he never learns, then the karma just keeps on coming. Dont worry, let the natural balance of magic bring him to a stop, and probably drag him down to wherever you were when he cursed you. Tell him that to the laws of the universe, he’s in some deep sh*t. the universe has its way for dealing with people like this, don’t worry. If you really are worried, and want to do something about it, e-mail me.

when i go to the sites that say it is free to view public records, it always asks for a credit card number. The link will say its free but its not. Is there any where on here that it is actually free to search AND view public records….death, birth, marriage…….any help will be appreciated… thanks

The LDS church does NOT maintain records of living persons.. they have a huge collection of historical records. There are also many different definitions of what a public record might be (marriage? credit? death?). ALL of these things will be independent and located in different places, with different rules of accessibility.
If you are wanting to research your ancestry.. the best thing to learn is how to be explicit in terms of what it is that you want. A death record for a person who died in 1988 in Michigan can be completely different from a marriage record from the 1870s in Alabama.
A general rule is that records relating to living persons are going to normally have restrictions. You may find marriage records (current) at the courthouse locally.. a birth record for a baby in the last century (broadly speaking) will only be accessible to the parents or person concerned. The law will be different for various states.. different counties will have varying records posted (free) on a www.usgenweb.com site.
Almost everything you do in genealogy will involve looking at the INDIVIDUAL person, defining the locality and time frame, then going for the SPECIFIC piece of information that you want.

This is about my 1,000th attempt at writing a novel. I developed my characters and basically have my plot planned out so I just started writing. It feels a little bit off, so any suggestions. Good or bad I can handle it. Thank you :)!
Prologue
I never knew what it was like to have two parents. And when one of them – the one who was my care taker, my life and inspiration, just fell dead I didn’t know what to think. She had cancer, colon cancer to be exact. Although I knew her death was coming, I still cried. I think I had every right to, even though I didn’t weep for more than a day or two. I had already spilled my tears for a total of two years after I found out my mother was diagnosed with cancer, the disease so many had died from. Even though I knew that possibly God could make my life the slightest bit easier by not taking her away from me, I just knew he probably wouldn’t even take my feelings into consideration.
He seemed to always have something out for me. That’s right, God hates me, the man who is supposed to love everyone. The man who people say they talk to and know in their hearts had a hatred for me.
The tape hanging from my mouth as I struggled to keep the box from flying open, I was relived to be packing up the last of my things. I had never seen my house so empty before, and as her ashes sat beside me in the gold little case I couldn’t choking back tears. Everything was so different around here. No more pancakes in the morning, no more holiday music screeching on the record player even after Christmas, and the saddest thing was I would never get to see her smile or hear her voice ever again.
I had stayed with my friend Becky for two days after the death, but now I was forced to move in somewhere I knew I would despise. Luckily I got to stay in the same school district, but I knew I would miss this house. So classic, a model Victorian home it was. I was thankful to be living in it, but now I had to say goodbye. At my mother’s request, it was being knocked down for a park. I had no idea why she wanted this, being whenever I asked she just always said she would tell me when the time was right. Well guess who died in her sleep and never got to tell me?
That’s right, I never got to say goodbye or sit at her bedside and listen closely to her final words like it was in the movies. But like I said God hates me, so it isn’t a surprise that this would happen.
I struggled to keep my ringlets behind my ear, so I quickly pulled it up into a messy pony tail before leaving for school. The moving guys struggled to make a narrow path in my bedroom due to all the cardboard boxes so they could put the glass objects into the moving truck. Today I would be coming home on a new bus and to a new family, which I was less than excited about.
I slowly cracked the screen door open and absconded down the pathway, hoping I could get a good view of my house for the last time. I turned around, my backpack sloping down my shoulder as I gazed at my sanctuary. It was the only place I felt at peace. Even though I had to watch my mother suffering for the last twenty four months of her life in this house, she still had something nice to say everyday and she always gave me a smile of reassurance. You know, that smile that says she might actually make it? However, even though I knew that she wouldn’t survive, it still gave me the slightest bit of hope, something to look forward to.
Becky patted me on the back and turned to the bus stop, showing me with her bright brown eyes that I could take all the time I needed. I sighed, following her to where we had to stand. Even though it was March now the mornings were still freezing here in Chicago, Illinois which wasn’t a surprise because of the usual windy weather.
Her scarlet red hair blew voluptuously in the wind as my dull brunette locks just stayed in place as they always did, not retracting the slightest bit of shine from the bright sun beaming down on us. I exhaled once more as the bus began to creep up the hill, knowing I would have to endure another torturous day at school. The bus squeaked, quickly stopping in it’s tracks and immediately popping open it’s doors.
I stepped on after Becky and followed her to the nearest seat as I tried to block out the crude jokes and loud screams of the people around me. I glanced out the window as the bus began to drive further and further away from my house, the one thing of my past that I thought would stay with me forever. Unfortunately, my expectations were obviously cut short.
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As Becky began sympathetically talking to me about how she ‘understood’ what I was going through (like anyone could) and a bunch of other random crap, I was already indulged – once again – in Gary Paulson’s Hatchet, one of the many books which had kept my attention all the way through. I tend to reread books just for the fun of it, even though I know it doesn’t seem very normal.
“I can’t believe you have to live with them,” she scoffe
IF THIS ENDS UP ON TOP BECAUSE OF A Y!A GLITCH, THEN READ THE BOTTOM PART FIRST PLEASE :)!
d as she scooted herself onto the picnic table beside us. I dusted the grass stains from my jeans, slipping my book quickly into my back pack as she said something which caught my attention.

“I know, but I kind of appreciate them taking me in. I know your mom wouldn’t stand for it,” I chuckled with the slightest bit of dismay. To myself, I was hoping her mother would change her mind and let me live with them despite her odd hostility towards me.
“She doesn’t hate you, she just dislikes you,” she replied embarrassingly, almost as if she was sorry for her mom’s actions which was completely unnecessary.
I smirked.
“Oh. Well either way, I definitely don’t want to move in with the Verano’s.”
Mrs. Verano met my mom at a cancer support group, being one of her daughters, I think her name was Elfie, has leukemia. They arranged a few months ago that if anything ought to happen to mom, I would
live with them. Being my dad is a drug addict who now resides somewhere in South Carolina and my grandparents were long dead, my mom dove right into this kind offer even though she hardly knew Mrs. Verano. I knew it was a nice gesture, but the only thing that made me cringe was knowing I had to live with someone I detested greatly; Sabrina Verano. The head cheerleader at our school, one of the most popular sophomores as well. She was one of the people Becky and I loathed greatly and laughed about at sleepovers for actually caring about what people think of them.
Every time I felt blissful, Sabrina seemed to show up. Whenever she walks in the room all eyes are on her, as her strawberry blonde hair always glistens in the sunlight. Also, the eyes she has aren’t ones you come across often, being they’re gleaming silver and extremely prominent, especially compared to mine. And, get this. Her skin is crystal clear and looks as if it was sprinkled with gold, beautifully tanned. Even though
I didn’t know her very well she seemed like the type of person I would detest. Popular, bubbly and probably annoying were the types of girls I didn’t seem to get along with. But I guess it would be fun to see how she lives.
Being she’s always draped in brand name clothes I knew her family had to come from wealth, unlike mine. It seemed like everything she had I didn’t, and I’ll admit that maybe I was a little jealous.
My name is Julie Donahue, I’m 15 and I am not normal.
– OCD.

OMG no lie while i was reading it the writing style reminded me of Hatchet! like before i even read that part…

its a stunning and ingenious topic, with clever details and vivid descriptions. needs a little work, but thats obvious as any first draft would. i myself am an aspiring author, (hopefully film script author and film director) to me, topics are 90% of the book. yours gets 5 stars.

the other 10% is detail/descripiveness and on that point you get 3 stars.

all together, 96% =] very impressive.

keep working on it. i look foward to purchasing the full version at boarders in the near future.=]

1.Hospital records showing his birth in Hawaii
2. Mother (allegedly dead) death certificate showing who survivors are.
3, Funeral home records showing who attended mother’s funeral, who paid for it and when it occured and where.
4. Mother probate estate records showing who heirs are.
4. Brothers and sisters names, addresses and their birth certificates showing parentage and their information re Obama
5. Father’s name and address,. and if dead, his death certificate.
6, High school records of Obama showing who parents were said to be
7. Immigration records of alleged father of Obama
8. Law school application, showing who his parents are, where and when he was born, which HE WOULD HAVE WRITTEN HIMSELF
FIND TRUTH

I told you obama and the media are hiding them

1.Hospital records showing his birth in Hawaii
2. Mother (allegedly dead) death certificate showing who survivors are.
3, Funeral home records showing who attended mother’s funeral, who paid for it and when it occured and where.
4. Mother probate estate records showing who heirs are.
4. Brothers and sisters names, addresses and their birth certificates showing parentage and their information re Obama
5. Father’s name and address,. and if dead, his death certificate.
6, High school records of Obama showing who parents were said to be
7. Immigration records of alleged father of Obama
FIND TRUTH

Only Obama and his team of lawyers know and thet are not talking because a lot of the records tell the truth about Obama and they don’t want you to see them.

1.Hospital records showing his birth in Hawaii
2. Mother (allegedly dead) death certificate showing who survivors are.
3, Funeral home records showing who attended mother’s funeral, who paid for it and when it occured and where.
4. Mother probate estate records showing who heirs are.
4. Brothers and sisters names, addresses and their birth certificates showing parentage and their information re Obama
5. Father’s name and address,. and if dead, his death certificate.
6, High school records of Obama showing who parents were said to be
7. Immigration records of alleged father of Obama
FIND TRUTH

Right ,where are they? I had to get a passport several years ago, I had one 20 years before but it expired so I needed a new one. I showed my birth certificate that was from a hospital, it was the only one I had and it was not acceptable. Since 9-11 they needed an official one from the state or city of birth not a hospital. That hospital one was good for over 50 years and now I needed another one. So I had to go to the hall of records in NYC and have a new official birth certificate printed up. So why as just an ordinary citizen did I not have a problem getting a new official birth certificate, and then a passport. Why can’t we see Obama’s official one, what is the big deal, why can’t he just show it. What is he hiding, and how did he get a passport, didn’t he have to show the birth certificate when he got it? I want to see it, I have a right to see it and so do you and all Americans!

1.Hospital records showing his birth in Hawaii
2. Mother (allegedly dead) death certificate showing who survivors are.
3, Funeral home records showing who attended mother’s funeral, who paid for it and when it occured and where.
4. Mother probate estate records showing who heirs are.
4. Brothers and sisters names, addresses and their birth certificates showing parentage and their information re Obama
5. Father’s name and address,. and if dead, his death certificate.
6, High school records of Obama showing who parents were said to be
7. Immigration records of alleged father of Obama
8. Law school application, showing who his parents are, where and when he was born, which HE WOULD HAVE WRITTEN HIMSELF
FIND TRUTH

Same place they were the last 12 times you asked.

1.Hospital records showing his birth in Hawaii
2. Mother (allegedly dead) death certificate showing who survivors are.
3, Funeral home records showing who attended mother’s funeral, who paid for it and when it occured and where.
4. Mother probate estate records showing who heirs are.
4. Brothers and sisters names, addresses and their birth certificates showing parentage and their information re Obama
5. Father’s name and address,. and if dead, his death certificate.
6, High school records of Obama showing who parents were said to be
7. Immigration records of alleged father of Obama
FIND TRUTH

Mighty fine question.

I know that I can’t change things and if I could I don’t have the money to fight it. Please understand that I may not make sense here as I am really upset right now. Here’s my story:

I was abused by both of my parents mentally, physcally and sexually. As well as with a few of their friends. It stopped when I was 14 years old. My parents were divorced in Aug. 1975. Remarried in Sept. 1975. I didn’t see my father till my mother passed away in April 2007. I’ve not seen him since. When my father became ill he had my brother promise him that he wouldn’t tell me that he was ill. He had to have open heart surgery. So he didn’t tell me. I was to find out about his death when one of 5 step family had it put in my local newspaper. I live in N.W. IL and they (father, brother and one step sister) live in Florida. I’ve not meet any of my step family but for their mother… whom was a wonderful person. She’s passed on in 2001. In his Will everything will go to the oldest step sister. I won’t even get a picture of my father or anything. Yes, there is a lot of money as my father was a wealthy man. But I don’t want his money… though I have to be honest it would be nice. I would be happy with just a picture or something like that. The reason why I was told he had died was that Becky (step sister) needed to sign papers to have my father’s body cremated. She couldn’t sign them as she’s not blood related… none of the steps are. So they had to get in touch with me so that my brother and I could sign the needed paperwork. In light of reading that contract I will not be signing it. As it states in that contract that I would be held liable if anyone should try to sue the funeral home for anything. Like if someone comes up and says they are the child of my father’s and he didn’t know that he had even died and wanted to sue the funeral home… they would come after whomever signed that contract. My brother signed it… I am not if they don’t remove that part. I’ve not seen a Will nor do I know how or why he died. I’ve been told two different reasons why he died… neither the same.

Soon after my father’s wife (Pat) passed away in Sept 2001 he started seeing my mother again. My mother lied to me about seeing him again. As she knew how I would feel about it.

I have been treated for P.T.S.D. for years… all of what was done to me by my parents when I was a child.

Right now I feel angry, hurt, betrayed, raped emotionally, like I want to cry but I have no tears at all. Yes, I am saying that I’ve not yet shed a tear of his death. I don’t think I will either. I know why he treated me like he did. But I don’t understand why he’s treated my brother like he did.

If anyone has any help they can give me in how to deal with this in a better way please just speak up. Right now I feel myself just slipping away… back in my shell… my safety zone.

Thanks for listening… .

This is what I just told a friend of mine as to how I feel:
I have a lot to deal with on my plate. Not only did both of my parents shit on me when I was a child…. mother looked the other way when my father wanted to have sex with me or even when one of my father’s friend wanted to have sex with me. She started dating my father again soon after his wife died and she lied to me about it. Then to find out that he didn’t leave nothing… not even a metal that he got while in the military… to my brother and I. We are his only two blood kids. He left everything to Becky… one of 5 step kids. The youngest step kid was almost 19 when he married their mother… all out of the home. It’s not like he didn’t have much either. My father was a wealthy man. It’s not the money that I would like to have… though it would be nice. I just would like something from him… to remember other things than what I do now of him. Hell… he even went so far to have my brother promise him that he wouldn’t tell me about his death till he was cremated or I r ead the Obituary in my local paper. He lived in south Florida. I know he did this to punish me for the felony he had on his record. But don’t know what my brother did to get the same treatment. I hadn’t see my father since I was 16 until April 29, 2008 for a few hours when we put my mother’s ashes where she wanted them. I’ve not seen him since. He was sick for 2 months before passing. My brother kept that from me as he promised he wouldn’t tell me till my father wanted. So I don’t know if I should be upset at my brother for that as well. When my Uncle that I loved dearly passed my father wouldn’t let my brother tell me that till after the funeral was over. So he didn’t. I do feel that my brother has betray me big time.

Now do you see why I have trouble with trusting others?

I am sorry to hear of your troubles.

It would help you a lot if you saw a therapist.

You can contest the will. As his blood child, it is a law that you have to be notified of the issues in the will.

Start calling attorneys. Go to the site below for free legal advice.

There is a lawyer that will take you case and make the other side pay for your legal fees.

You were wronged.

Don’t let them get a way with it.

Good Luck.

1.Hospital records showing his birth in Hawaii
2. Mother (allegedly dead) death certificate showing who survivors are.
3, Funeral home records showing who attended mother’s funeral, who paid for it and when it occured and where.
4. Mother probate estate records showing who heirs are.
4. Brothers and sisters names, addresses and their birth certificates showing parentage and their information re Obama
5. Father’s name and address,. and if dead, his death certificate.
6, High school records of Obama showing who parents were said to be
7. Immigration records of alleged father of Obama
FIND TRUTH

The thing is, either you are confused about what these documents are, or they are absolutely none of your business. In this country people have the right to privacy, which means nobody has the right to demand non-existent documents from you, either.

My best guess is that neither you nor I has ready access to a single document of our own on your list. Does that mean we were both born in Kenya? ?°)