Calls From The Other Side

Paranormal lessons come full circle, in my experience. It’s divined.
It was an average Friday; we all separated into smaller groups, or pairs to drop off our belongings at home, before getting wasted for the weekend. Sara and Paula went off together to Sara’s. Paula had a free house as always, that’s where the entire crew was headed. Jenna and I were the first to meet them. Halfway up the block I noticed their ashen faces, expressions filled with fear and disbelief. The vibe was eerie. We stopped our mindless chatter.
“What’s wrong? Why do you guys look like that?” I’d never seen them so visibly shook. My inquisition was met with silence.
“Seriously what’s going on? You’re acting strange,” Jenna pushed.
“If we told you guys, you wouldn’t believe us,” Sara replied teary eyed.
“…What? Are you guys joking? Just tell us,” perplexed, I was perplexed. What could they possibly say to blow our minds?
“We’ll tell you once and then I never want to talk about it again,” Sara said. “We were in the elevator and her phone starts to ring…” she stops and Paula finishes.
“It was my dad so I didn’t pick up, because his numbers been disconnected,” she inhales her cigarette. Exhales. “He left a voicemail.”
“Wait, what?!” Jenna and I said in unison, it must have been.
“I swear to God, it was staticky and said ‘Paula, it’s dad I love you.”
We all stare at each other.
“You’re lying,” I accuse her is disbelief.
“She’s not,” Sara confirms “It was on speaker, I heard it.”


Paula’s dad died when we were in tenth grade, he shot himself in the head. She was devastated, we were devastated for her. His phone was disconnected shortly after, him calling was impossible, he left a voicemail, she played it twice then deleted it. People can call from the grave? I didn’t understand, but Sara’s not a liar. Blunt, bitchy, but never a liar. We were silent until others pulled up to break the tension. An unspoken agreement, we keep it to ourselves. Cut to…

Over a decade later I’m watching Celebrity Ghost Stories. This black actor is on. I cannot for the life of me remember who, but the story is unforgettable. He goes home to the hood between shooting, while there he stays with his mom and grandmother. Every time a certain childhood friend comes around to see him, they go out of their way to turn him away. Finally he catches his grandmother doing so while descending the stairs, he’s midway when she closes the door. Now this friend was from the streets, gang banging and what not, the actor lucked out finding a different path. Days later his mom tells him the boys been shot. Turns out his matriarchs kept him away, because they saw death around his eyes and knew his time was up.
Shortly after that the actor receives a call, he picks up, it’s his deceased friend.
“Help me, help me, you gotta get me out of here,” his dead friend says.
The actor hears a deep voice amongst the noise, scream “Get back here.” His friend screams no, noooooooo and the phone hangs up. He was calling from hell. Now I’m teary eyed, you can get calls from the dead…Paula’s dad. It all came full circle, the universe designing both experiences for me to experience.

Hell is real. Those aligned with the Kardashian Jenner West coven and Melanie Hamrick, that’s your final destination. I was never joking. You are a soul. When you look into a coffin at a loved ones lifeless body, you always think it’s not them, because the body is a vehicle for your soul. Suddenly it’s a useless inanimate object, a stranger.
You’re going to hell, because it was your choice. I told you what to do to a tee, it was your freewill (a sacred right Melanie doesn’t understand). You cut your life short, you chose eternal damnation. All the evidence was in your face, everything provided for you. How many times did I say the devils come to collect? OWN IT. This world doesn’t need you incarnating again to lower the vibration of humanity.

I’ve seen a demon, at my grandmother’s house during witching hour, waking up my sister and cousin. They saw it too.

It looked like this: short, red eyes, a smile so wide it went off it’s face. The darkest thing I’ve ever seen, with a hat and arms longer than it’s body, curling up, swinging back and forth, never touching the floor. I’ll never forget it. Where do demons come from?…Duh. Was it worth it? Play with me if you want, Monday Wednesday I’ll tell you how a lesson on homeless people went 360 as well. Via: Monsters Amongst Us Podcast & Unworn

When I saw a demon (he wasn’t shadow person, his body wasn’t human form): https://sainttwenty.com/2020/02/26/born-a-seer/
Celebrity Ghost Stories (found it!): https://www.scaryforkids.com/mykelti-williamson/

L’wren Scott 2014 Vs. Melanie Hamrick

Let’s take a trip back in time. The first photo is Melanie flying to Japan in 2014 where she met, but really decided to black magic Mick Jagger and be L’wren Scott. Melanie looks a MESS compared to Lwren at any age, but the photo below is gorgeous Lwren at the time. You’re telling me Mick Jagger saw the uneven nostril, messy ass hair, thin eyebrows, close together weird shaped eyes, thin lips, no body like Lwren, who was an entire model before being a designer and went WILD over her? She wasn’t even the star of the show. A little over a month later Lwren Scott was dead. Disgusting, deformed, desperate Melanie then shouts out her coven on Halloween aka thanks for helping me murder, rape and black magic, then produce a seed that will return to the darkness I created. STILL not influential, STILL has no career. Beauty is power and your time is up. Lwren Scott is gone forever, because she decided she deserved the life Lwren earned. You cannot do magic that dark and get away with it dummy. But the good news is everything I promised you is happening, I told you’d I get you the attention you wanted didn’t I? I’m a woman of my word. May Lwren rest in power, peace and love, the opposite of what Melanie will experience. Via: Christine Shevchenko

Eternal Flame By Fernando Gomez

Wow. Everything really happens for a reason. Lesson learned and excited for this cycle to end. Writing is cathartic, when it’s out of your head and down on paper you can see the patterns. I literally sat here recounting all the relationships in the past few years that’ve taken the SAME overall turns to destruction, out of nowhere. I thank God for looking out for me, synchronizing my life, or I would never have suspected my stepdad. From the psychic who stopped me on the street to tell me he’d lit black candles, to this. There’s just NO WAY the same events happen with different people each and every single time. Same with career, but after recounting childhood in that article how could I be that blind. I mean duh bitch, wake up. Now everything down to last Thanksgiving makes sense.

Without introspection, the need to be a better person by reflecting on my role in repeating toxicity in order to take ownership and accountability, I’d never see it. Just stunned. Good always wins over evil, justice will always be served. Take the most destructive area of your life. Create four columns (see below). Find the pattern, apply the lesson and open to abundance. Via: Trunk Archive & Starseedps

Person Or SituationHow It StartedHow It Ended My Role (actions/reactions)
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Saint Twenty’s Introspection Chart

Five Black Candles Overseas

“Someone in your family is doing black magic on you, they’re jealous. They don’t want you to be better than them. I see someone going overseas lighting five black candles. I see it’s your father.”

This woman didn’t try to upsell with cleanses, nor did she charge me. “Omg your energy, come sit with me I have to tell you something.” I was on break from Follia heading to Hotel Tortuga (a now closed Mexican restaurant) when a small white brunette woman from a Slavic background– poaching people in front of a gym a few doors before my destination, stopped me. Many street seers have done this, my infectious energy drawing them like moths to a flame, bees to pollen, flies to shit. Giving me a message was so crucial they physically inserted themselves into my personal bubble.
Upon receiving the news I believed it to be my estranged biological Haitian father, a fluent voodoo practitioner. It must have been him I responded, except there are six of us… it didn’t add up.

“My brother, my two sisters, my mom, my stepdad, me. Why would he only light five candles? Unless he didn’t know there was a boy.” She was also confused, because silently we both knew black candles are for protection.

When I shared this experience with my stepdad over a year later his replies were suspicious, guilt ridden.
“Who told you that? When? What did they say again?”
Now my stepdad is not the brightest. Great at architecture, construction, renovation work, but intelligent? No. Basic knowledge escapes him, he reminds me of a caveman banging on things and grunting. He’s amenable, with little desire to expand his knowledge via research. Having never worked in a restaurant he had the audacity to tell me where you eat doesn’t matter, it all comes out the same and the people working at restaurants don’t know what’s in the dish. Who cares? “Food is food, you yam it.” Sage Antiguan advice. Having been in the service industry for years I explained to him how incredibly wrong he was, not only were you required to know what was being served you were tested on it and needed to time your orders by sequence of service, failing held consequences (write ups, firings). Furthermore you had to know the beverage menu and pairings, that’s the bare minimum. Beyond taste aversions there were allergies, ignorance meant death. He was finally silent. How idiotic did you have to be to tell me, someone with experience, how a job you’ve never done works? He’s sexist, loud, inconsiderate and wrong.
His response confirmed he was the person who lit the candles.

Black candles are for protection, the missing one was for me. Just like childhood when he would take Whitney on shopping sprees in elementary school, announcing she got clothes because she was his kid. A sensitive child he use to pick on me, but if a man pulled up he wasn’t about that life. Part of is was punishment for my not calling him dad, which had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me being uncomfortable. At this point I was like eight you’ve known me since I was one, you had the chance to implement this but chose division.
Just like signing only my sister up for ballet, my mom having to get my uncle to buy me a laptop for school, my uncle paying for my senior trip, my mom having to sneak money for me to go to prom (thank god my teachers were UES Jewish women, my gym teachers silk halter Bebe dress fit me like a glove), just like all my siblings taking swimming classes but me, just like not helping me through college, just like taking me to his family holiday events with my sister and while she was showered in gifts I was forgotten about so they put together a measly card with twenty bucks, even though they knew I was coming (that’s why I stopped going), just like I’ve caught him red handed gathering items from my mother or me, just like he turns men interested in me into him, Genc and Mick both turned on me, or all my failed situationships, it was him doing black magic. Pay attention to patterns.

He has always sets me up to fail not wanting me to be better than his blood children, but spoiling me enough to be spoiled. Like when I went over my phone bill by 24 hours and he switched me to unlimited data, or furnishing my first apartment. The mental capacity of a child, raising my sister with delusions of superiority. Causing her to get angry when overshadowed, the way racist whites are when they see colored people with better lives. Bitch please. Everything makes total and complete sense and now I’ll act accordingly. What he did to me, I’ll pay him back in kind times three. Via: Queer Prints


Evil Eye Nails Vibe

Put out those evil eyes, black magic is running rampant. Believe it or not it’s real, the latter just leaves you unprotected and fair game for those who are about that life. I’m leaning towards the first set. Which evil eye nails would you rock to block these hater hoes? Via: Miss Betty Rose, Grookere Nails & Nails Ride

How I Felt Vs. How He Feels

On my explore page. I didn’t see an old man I saw someone who saved me, someone I thought was beautiful his entire life. Only he can heal his insecurities. After the life he’s lived he’s lucky to be alive, especially when Melanie gave him that heart problem to begin with. I’ve volunteered at senior citizen homes many times. I’ve watched elderly people have difficulties doing simple tasks: bending down, walk, memory loss…things Mick Jagger can do with a full head of hair to boot. Instead of seeing how miraculous he is, he let’s an ageist society and a black magic freak deplete his confidence. It’s sad, but self-love comes from within. Peep the nostril in the last two photos again: grew up poor in Virginia, wasn’t the star ballerina, has no social connections before Mick Jagger (like many who had so much to say about me aha), has no personality, no style, no body and even with Mick she couldn’t get the same attention all the others got, because she failed to be the one thing women are suppose to be, beautiful. This is why her career opportunities were limited, this is why she did what she did. Do you get signs in your life? If not it’s because you’re vibration is low. Via: Miss Thang510

Sometimes Time Is Of The Essence

This is how connected I am with the universe. For years now it will confirm, speak of my present situation, or the future on my explore page. It’s a great guide, I’m thankful for it. Now Melanie Hamrick, her coven and the Kardashian’s have practiced some of the darkest magic. The devil’s come to collect them and their peers in the worst way, it’s all a matter of timing. After L’wren Scott came to me I urged everyone to honor her. I myself was told the same, which started my exposing a voodooer. When the dead request respect you better damn well honor them, that’s why I did my part. It’s also why you don’t build on burial ground, or ransack graves. Without L’wren’s tragic end a brighter future wouldn’t be in place (you all will see in due time), I told this to the Jagger clan, who filled with ego did not listen in time. As you can see these cards and more have revealed the Hamrick’s true nature and because it wasn’t done on their part in time, the future has shifted for greater consequences to be had. They will now learn this lesson through pain I tried to prevent.

Although my abilities are greater and I am wiser, I humble myself to the universe always for this reason. You would do wise to lose an ego, especially when dealing with the spiritual realm, it prevents you from seeing the boundaries, or consequences. Pay attention when I speak and pay attention for what’s to come, that’s why I’m telling you. What was the greatest lessons you learned through pain? Via: Disappoointeed

The Kurse Spreads

Told you so.
Kanye West went to Haiti to see if he could find something on me, because I’m Haitian. After his family lied to people telling them I was doing black magic, I don’t need to do that. Only Satanist partake in such rituals. And look what happened.

Anyone who is connected to that family, liking their pictures, hanging out with them, wearing their stuff, any energetic ties without my protection, is going with them. Even if I am protecting you from going to hell with them, something bad WILL happen to you. The kurse is spreading like I said, because the devil’s come to collect. People make all these deals, exchanges, failing to realize there’s always a catch. The devil is friends with no one. That also goes for aligning with people of their nature, from the main racist families, something bad will happen to you. We are just at the beginning, it will catch you all. Boo hoo bitches, I told you. Look through the information I already gave ages ago. Can you think of other people who have had tragedy strike? Nicki’s dad amongst other things going wrong with her, everything about Chrissy Teigen, everything about Donald Trump…I mean you do the math. No really use your brain for once. P.S: you guys are lucky I’m telling you in the first place. I’m good, you’re not. Another prophecy came to me, it chills me to the bone. You guys don’t listen anyways, so good luck. Via: Haitian Times & Baller Alert

A Real Life Craft

“At the end of the day everyone just wants to be cool and beautiful. Think about it, that’s the premise of most movies, shows and books.” This is why I thank god everyday for my beauty, it is a gift given unmerited and to have it naturally bestowed is a blessing. The world yields for the beautiful, it always has and always will. And those who have no access to such a world notice it most. What I found in the past two days is a real life craft, a group of misfits who wanted the world, but weren’t pretty enough to be in. So their leader, made a plan, definitely called ugly all her life, which she is with her thin eyebrows, thin lips, uneven nostrils, extra skin on the other side of her nose, uneven chin, close together ugly eyes, a ratty ponytail, terrible taste in clothes, a non existent body, to get a man renowned for his high standards in women, in an attempt to force the world to see her as beautiful. For fame and money. I have found her on multiple troll accounts, trying to sway the opinion of his fanbase. The things she said, the lengths she goes through, reveals a woman mentally unstable, desperate, delusional and dangerous.

You and your coven have broken rules even the mightiest of god doesn’t break, by taking away the freewill of two people, in love no less. And you’re still irrelevant, because you’re that basic and ugly. Notice all the articles she forces them to use gorgeous and glamorous. You feel entitled to a persons lifestyle by any means necessary. You are disgusting and seem to think you can create a seed through such darkness, evilness and that seed will not show you darkness tenfold? You created a bond from darkness, the bond on your behalf will return. You will regret the tie that binds. Nothing will go as planned, or in your favor.

You didn’t glamour the whole world darling, so no, we all still have eyes. You ain’t it. You got beat with the ugly stick, HARD. You thought you were going to be a socialite, with endorsement deals and an empire. So off, you skipped surgery, like normal people would get. You sold stories insulting my beauty, as if I would ever be second to you, as if he would have picked you, a nobody, over her. To give you a baby she wanted, to make yourself seem special, it’s pathetic. You blocked me first, you will not be unblocked. I’m not someone you disrespect. You will pay to the highest decree for what you’ve done. You not so big and bad now that I took your powers right? What happened I thought you were a bad girl, a boss bitch? Run pull up now that you know who the f*ck I am. And remember everyone, if somethings out of character investigate. Thank god the dead speak to me to find peace. Artist: Alexis Chivir-Ter