Prelude…

It is no coincidence that the essence of my warrior colors landed on the shoulder of the Soul Survivor Writer.

It is no coincidence that she is a woman, for it is from a woman’s womb that I was born. It is a woman’s voice that I hear speak my thoughts, the beautiful queens that always surrounded me.

I pass this message on through them, through her, to you, with love.

Live your best life and like me, take advantage of every opportunity.

How do I explain my journey?

Numbers may be the best way I know, so be patient as I plant the seeds that will help you all blossom and grow.

GOD’s math has a pre-destined path. The reason why you should be happy and not sad:

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Listen closely. I’ll make sure to go slowly.

June 18,

18′ with an ‘x’ in between is

1 x 8, which is 8, and when 8 is turned horizontally and laid to rest, straight…

Hold on, wait, let me first connect this date

June 24,

24 with an ‘x’ in between is

2 x 4, which is 8 and when 8 is turned horizontally and laid to rest, straight…well

Do you calculate? No, not yet? Okay let me elaborate, educate, and illuminate your conscious mind to elevate and truly see just how GOD operates. You see…

24 years was my assignment but 2 x 4 which is

8, the number of infinity ∞ is my alignment.

And yes, my favorite football team has 8 letters in both names,

C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A

P-A-N-T-H-E-R-S

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So relax, enjoy, it’s whateva, chill, be easy.

Order you a glass of The Weekend this weekend, and listen to some music or whateva.

Just never forget what I always used to say,
“Come tomorrow good vibes and awesome experiences will be sent your way.”

Laugh it up, it’s a celebration!
My soul survives!

Allow me to re-introduce myself:

My name is Leverne De’Arrion Douglas.

Your calm in the storm.

Your protection from harm.

Your sense of peace.

Your reason to love.

Your motivation…

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No, I am NOT a common butterfly but a unique dragonfly.

For only a dragonfly can submerge themselves in deep waters, and rise up through its force with two strong wings on each side.

Wings that can fly through the darkest valleys and truly fear nothing because GOD is with me and I with GOD.

Wings that inspire engineers to create machines that imitate my flight.

Wings that allowed me to escape several things that with your human eyes you could not see;

Wings that span comfort to your heart when they utter in your ears as they flutter, “You ARE somebody.”

Wings that were strategically…

Designed by GOD to help guide you before the rain, rest on your path to remind you that it’s the little things that matter most…you need not complain;

You need not argue or strain for my presence is not absent, nor did I depart in vain…

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30-story brown brick buildings.

Butler Housing, also known as The Projects.

The loud stereo vibrations of grandma’s bleach smelling studio

15E apartment welcomed us.

Wine & Spirits were lifted by the likes of Motown.

The raspy voice of Smokey Robinson,

the doowop of The Temptations,

invasion of The Intruders,

glamour of The Supremes.

And how can I ever forget that three-octave vocal range

of the sweet melodious sound of Marvin Gaye?

Oh yes, the time was gay, indeed!

The occasion? It was Friday.

The DJ? None other than Yodi-yo!

The nickname the streets had given my mother.

She mixed and matched from cassettes on the tape player to record albums on grandma’s

‘Ol Skool’ turntable.

I sat in the corner and watched…

“Oh Yodi, that’s my jam!” Grandma would say as she jumped up to dance

with a shot glass in one hand and a can of malt liquor in the other.

I gazed in amazement; her wig nearly fell off her head,

but not one drop of liquor spilled.

“Now that’s skill!” I thought to myself.

DJ Yodi-yo looked over at her sister and yelled, “This one is for you!”

Her sister instantly turned into her Tina Turner alter ego.

She ran around carefree and barefoot.

Bottom of her feet black.

She strummed her fingers to her imaginary guitar,

came over to me and said proudly,

“I’m Tina Turner, and don’t you ever forget that!”

Yup, good times…

Hours later, the liquor began to speak.

You know how the saying goes,

A drunk mind speaks a sober tongue.

Bottles breaking, angry curse words being yelled across the room.

Somebody getting kicked out or even throwing a broom.

Marvin’s Gaye’s

lyrics now whispering in the background.

What’s going on?

Studio 15E closed.

For tonight.

That won’t be remembered tomorrow.

Next Friday.

Same Time.

Same place.

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