No weapon formed against me shall prosper

Journal Entry, Tuesday, December 27, 2011

It’s been a horrendous week-end, stressful beyond belief. Why? A pitiful human  being with nothing better to do with his life,  decided to cause utter chaos. Or at least he thought he would rock my spiritual boat.

Little does he/they know that although they plundered my Verizon account  and then went to my Hotmail account, changed my  email address and locked me out, I’m still standing and fighting the good fight.

These people are pitiful. What goes through their minds as they wipe out peoples emails, folders and other important online materials. I had folders and  more folders in both accounts. Special emails, receipts from my online booking agency payments, artwork, links that I’d researched for Cancer and Dystonia, music MP3s. What make these people delight in hacking an account?

Upon Googling info on hackers, I’d found many people suffering from this modern scourge disease. Pitiful people. Directionless, angry,  destructive. What causes them to do such a thing and take pleasure in it?!

The hacking of my accounts and being locked out from even the latest makes me kind of nervous that someone is hell-bent on causing me utter sorrow and unrest.

I have news for you, hacker, you have not won!!

I am a child of God and He saw what you did. My Bible says that my heavenly Fathers says, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay” saith the Lord.

I lay awake the night before Christmas, thinking to myself what a miserable Christmas. The worse I’ve ever had. While everyone is enjoying their family, sitting around a Christmas tree and eating treats, all my 8 years of work researching health/holistic and  medical subjects is gone. As well as my beautiful emails from friends encouraging me as I struggle to recuperate from this Dystonia nightmare. All my artwork, writings, lyrics, poetry and music MP3s …gone!

All my private stuff has been violated. I have never experienced such a violation.  Quite a different one from being bullied in school and abused by a lover or ex husband. Why did my heavenly father allow this horrendous nightmare to happen to me while I’m still trying to recover from the 24/7 seizures? Every night, I declare out loud that no weapon formed against my husband, house, pets, property, bank accounts, websites family shall prosper.

Imagine waking up and getting two messages from friends who rarely call. They say they got a strange email. Then you go  to check your emails and find your account VOID of ALL correspondence!  I was shell-shocked, I must admit. I sat sobbing hysterically for 20 minutes and then called my spiritual mom for prayer. Her powerful prayer did comfort me a bit. Then straight to my Prayer Warriors Group on Face book.  I let everyone know what happened and asked for their prayers.

A dear asked me where was I? He had fallen  for the crooks email, ( that stated I’d gotten mugged in London and had no money or credit cards). My friend came to my aid and wired his savings!  Ooh , la, la is all I can say.

Verizon support was worthless and a waste of time. Forget about HOTMAIL. no support or phone number at all. The next day, I wondered and asked my Heavenly father, “What good could possibly come out of this cruel and cold-hearted violation?

I spent the whole Christmas week-end ill at ease and sick to my stomach.

Fast-forward Tuesday, December 27, I discover my You-Tube channel has also ben hacked and all my emails, subscriptions etc are GONE! I guess this person/persons didn’t have enough fun with me.

Honestly, I know that my nemesis,is very threatened by me.  Hubby Mark and I support our dear Pastor Ray and his internet radio broadcast  ministry, www. Pastor Ray is a whistle-blower and a Watchman on the wall. He is speaking God’s message to prepare His people for what its to come. It’s all a strategic attack .

So…the message to you hackers, …God loves you. I am NOT defeated and  you have not dampened my love for God. I forgive you and pray that you will come to repentance and accept what Christ has done for you on Calvary. He will reveal the awesome plan for your life and you’ll have no reason to hack people’s accounts just for the fun of it. God will give you so much more relevant and inspiring work to do. you’ll see that your hacking has been vanity and foolishness.  My God is bigger than your hacking fiasco of my accounts and my internet treasures because these temporary and tangible losses are NOT worthy to be compared to the eternal rewards that My Heavenly father has set aside for me in the  afterlife. My god is a mighty fortress. You meant it for evil, but he will bring it fruitful for good! That is my Heavenly father. He is good!

So, you have lost!


Audio Maxx Studios

I just completed- my latest song, RECEIVE with the awesome and talented, Steve Migliore, (Mr Mig) Audio Maxx Studios, Cherry Hill NJ. What an experience to stretch my musical boundaries and learn! I’m never one to settle for or accept the normal or the mainstream, so when I had to opportunity to have a song produced with Steve, I said I would take a dive into the unknown!

It was tricky finding a song that would lend to the dance beat, but we settled on my haunting, melancholy acoustic folk ballad from “Asbury Park Angel”, my 2nd CD).  Boy, did Steve work it! The message of forgiveness and letting go of bitterness is still there, but the arrangement really grabs your ears and commands you to to receive love.


This is a message that many women (and men) need to apply to their lives. When you are betrayed by a lover or best friend, you don’t want any part of them. The command is even more relevant to God’s elect, the bride. We must be meticulous in loving, forgiving and knowing that we are the ones the world will look to for direction and guidance.

I recommend Steve, to  all   serious artists who want to present themselves to the music world in the most polished, professional way. Steve, is not only at the top of his field, but a wonderful human being as well.  I look forward to working on many more project in the Dance/pop genre. God bless Steve Migliore and his wonderfully talented protege, Andrew Wysong!

Would You Like to See my Kitty Cat?

“Hi!. Would you like to see my kitty cat?”

I entered the neatly manicured neighborhood in Toms River. Though it was a section 8 development, laughing children congregated on the streets and waved to me as they saw me pulling in. They saw my white calico, Baby-Baby in the dashboard and followed me to the end of the cul-de-sac. As I flipped down the door to unload my hand truck and telephone  books, about  seven children flocked around me asking to see and pet my kitty.

It was one of the high points of my route delivery for PDC Phone book company. That was about eight years ago and my, times have changed!

This year, I noticed very few children on the sidewalks or playgrounds.  During the hot month of August, I was delivering near the Osborn area of Brick Township. The street I parked on was an upper middle class development. A group of girls watched me with scorn as I started up the street with my hand truck and books. I felt uneasy, noticing they didn’t smile and I felt unwelcome d. Regardless, I turned and smiled. Two older teen girls stood staring me down as one little girl on a bike circled me. I had never had such an uncomfortable feeling before.

The little girl circled me again and I faced her.

“Hi, would you like to see my kitty cat?”

No answer.  I approached the house where the older girls were still eying me  seriously.  I smiled again and don’t remember ever feeling so ill at ease. I finished the street and was putting my hand truck  in the back of my truck and noticed a police parked several houses up the next street. My first reaction was someone had complained about me being in the neighborhood. I decided I wasn’t going to scurry away like a frightened squirrel. I was doing my job and for twelve years!

I sat quietly and waited for the officer to approach me. When he came up to my truck, I asked him, “Can i help you officer?”

“License, registration and insurance,” he answered. I gave him my papers and shook my head.  he walked back to his cruiser and I sat waiting for him for ten minutes. When he came back he looked inside my truck.

“Do you have a cat?”


“where is it?”

“She’s sleeping in the back of this seat here?” I nodded to the back of the passenger seat.

He asked me the question two more times.

“Officer, She’s in the back there sleeping. There is a tiny seat that she rests on. He walked to the passenger side and looked.

“Where is it?”

“I’ll get her for you’. I walked to where my cat Peewee was sleeping and pulled her out.

“Okay. we were called to investigate someone who asked the kids to look at her cat.”

“Officer” I said, “I have delivered for this company for 12 years and I have never had anyone call me about harassing their children. In fact, every neighborhood, both parents and kids alike were excited to meet me and my cat as I delivered to their neighborhood. I don’t understand this world. Those kids were very weird and I’m sorry I ever talked to them.”

“Well, miss you have to understand what’s going on in this evil world. I’m a parent two of a small daughter…so I understand. There are child molesters everywhere and if I was a mother and saw a truck with a spider on it and a woman asked my child to see her cat, I would be suspicious too.”

“Yes, I’m sure you would. I am a youth mentor and have spent my whole life mentoring kids and serving both Ocean county, Monmouth and Burlington. I am very disappointed to see people become so suspicious and kids be so unfriendly. Have a good day, Officer”

So, this is what perverts and child molesters have done to our communities. Good people who love children can’t even talk to them or smile.  Thanks to taking prayer out of our schools, God’s hedge of protection has lifted and today, 2011, anything goes with malicious adults molesting, kidnapping and murdering children.

People, we had better start looking at our apathy and deluded ideas that religion/prayer should be edited from our nation, schools and communities.  Pray has always been edifying, inspiring and strengthening to the human spirit and is applicable to all things, secular and sacred. We had better start praying that goodness and kindness of strangers won’t be seen as an act of aggression or charity.

This nation truly has declined in its quality. This incident with the police officer has  shaken me to the core . I feel as if something precious was taken from me, the gift of friendship and inspiration of reminding children about kindness to animals.

May God help us to go back to days were children decorated our streets and playgrounds, reminding us of the days when our own childhoods were filled with memories of  laughter, joy and friendship!