Secrets
Sensing the unexplained when you can't see it
It began with linoleum flooring ESP is an extra-sensory perception that some are born with. Satan cannot give spiritual gifts, but he can manipulate them. Those who don't yield their gifts to the Lord may find that spirits other than His Holy Spirit are guiding them. This gift outlined in I Corinthians 12, heightens awareness, although you may not see any paranormal activity. In the church, it's called discernment of spirits and the gift of knowledge.
By Cheryl E Prestonabout a year ago in Confessions
The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brené Brown: In-depth Review.
Let me start with a confession: I used to be a recovering perfectionist. Yes, recovering – because perfectionism isn't something you conquer overnight. It's a sneaky little beast that creeps back into your life when you least expect it, whispering lies about how you're not good enough, smart enough, or worthy enough just as you are.
By Soibifaaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Secret I Swore I’d Never Tell. AI-Generated.
Some secrets don’t fade. They don’t dissolve with time or shrink under the weight of silence. Some secrets… they linger. They breathe. They sit quietly at the edge of your mind until one day, you stop pretending they were never real.
By Muhammad asifabout a year ago in Confessions
Break Free from the Friend Zone Forever. AI-Generated.
Jake had always been the “nice guy.” He was the one his female friends turned to for advice, comfort, and a shoulder to cry on. He listened, supported them, and went out of his way to show he cared. But deep down, he harbored a secret longing: he didn’t just want to be a friend. He wanted to be the one they chose.
By Kylie Parsonsabout a year ago in Confessions
7 Clear Signs You're Ready to Enter Your Ho Phase
"Am I ready for this?" That's the question Sarah asked me last month, sitting across from me with tears in her eyes after ending a three-year relationship that had slowly drained her sense of self. She wasn't asking about another relationship or even about being single. She was asking about something much more profound: whether she was ready to prioritize herself completely for the first time in her adult life.
By LaMarion Zieglerabout a year ago in Confessions
The Final Flight of Dave Shapiro: How a Music Legend’s Tragic Death Redefined Passion, Risk, and Legacy
Introduction: A Legend Beyond the Music Dave Shapiro wasn't just another chart-topping artist. He was a soul-stirring performer, a lyrical genius, and as the world discovered too late, a man who danced on the edge of passion and peril. His sudden death didn’t just shock the music industry—it made us all stop and ask: how far should we go for the things we love?
By Mr Fihsak about a year ago in Confessions
The Blazzed Ride. Content Warning.
The Key and the Curse Kansas City hummed with a quiet electric pulse, the kind that danced between the high-rise shadows and snaked through late-night alleyways. Imani Cole, 42 years old and a powerhouse in her own right, stood outside her boutique, Blazzup—Kansas City's only luxury 420-friendly fashion line. Her designs were bold, unapologetically Black, and infused with a laid-back elegance that echoed her spirit. But this night felt different. The air was thicker. The moon, unusually low, cast a haze over everything. Her day had started like any other. Orders were backed up, a pop-up event had gone sideways, and a vendor was late. But something strange happened when she passed by the local tow yard after grabbing a blunt wrap from the corner store. Her eyes locked on a sleek, blue 2018 Dodge Charger parked behind a chain-link fence. The color shimmered like midnight oil. Drawn in like a moth, she pulled into the lot. The car sat dusty but proud, almost like it was waiting. An older man, the lot manager, limped toward her with suspicion. You lookin' at her? That car's cursed. Been sittin' here over a year. Nobody wants her. Imani tilted her head. "What's her story?" The man sucked his teeth. Last owner died in it. Lashonda Grant. Fine woman. Ran a soul food joint in Midtown. Her man said it was an accident. Car flipped in a ditch, but police said the brakes weren't touched. Funny thing is, car ain't got a single dent now. Just showed up like this one morning. Good as new. Imani stared at the car, her reflection staring back in the gloss. Something gripped her. She had to have it.
By Dakota Denise about a year ago in Confessions
The Ghosts Don’t Whisper Here. Content Warning.
Title: The Message in Apartment 2B Serenity Black stood outside the aging apartment building in Bronzeville, her leather satchel heavy against her shoulder, the wind tugging at the hem of her coat like a child begging her not to go inside. She already knew what waited for her upstairs—death always left a scent, and Serenity had smelled it since dawn.
By Dakota Denise about a year ago in Confessions
