My Lowest Point

I wanted to jump in the grave too when my father was being lowered. I can never forget how at that very moment someone gave me a hug and said " You must be my uncles daughter. You ave the same face and voice. I am your cousin." That gave me the strength to be strong. I remember when I first moved back to Delaware 3 years ago. I rented a house so far in the country cows were at the back door and deer at the front door ( and the smell from the cows lol). I had to drive up a dirt road to check my mail box. It felt like the end, but it was really the start of my happiness I have today. I had heart break, pain, and troubles at this time, but they lead me to the temple in Haiti, and made me tell my god father whose daughter I was. I was accepted with love, true love. When a client comes to me and feels it is the end I smile, because I know it is the start of happiness. They may not understand it at that time. My clients know they can tell me anything and it stays with me. Every once in a blue moon I get a stalker, or mental ill person who wants to "try" Mambo Odette and I have to expose that fool, ( as I should). But 99.9% of the time RESPECT is given and received. I had to be broken for me to hear and obey the spirits. I look back on my old journals that I write 15 -20 years ago and I read of how the angels kept me. But I was running from my kanzo ( I received it in Haiti 2 years ago). So my loves, the reason I am happy when you come to me hurt and broken is because I know you came to the right place. I know it feels like the end but is the start of your happiness.