Camille James says ~

Just as I was going to give up, things changed. The Sun rose and a new day was upon me. For the life of me, I could not get under 160 lbs and I had been juggling 163-170 for over 2 years. Then it hit me... I am a night person and it works for my type of career. It's dark and quite and everyone is asleep. The peace gives way to creativity. Yet, I eat at night like its day time and never give my body the healing it needs. Through my health coach, Sabrina Hocker, I realized that the body's healing time is between 10 pm and 4 am. Those are my get down hours. I get down on the food and work. So I took heed of this knowledge and what do you know... I am now 153 lbs.

Your girl has finally lost 20 lbs and now Aaron owes me $250.00 and I already have the purse picked out. He says that because I lost a bet about 8 months ago for misspelling a word, I owed him $100,000.00 and I could take the $250 off of that. Bullshit. I want my money man. It was that $250.00 that made me work even harder at the gym, plus Aaron got all fine on me while he was in Iraq. OMG... he is fine as wine and I want a drink. He inspired me to get it together. There was no way he was going to be fine and tell me to wait in the car. That's not an option.

Now that I am 38 years old, I realize that this must be a lifestyle change and not just a weight loss fad. I use to love food so much that I would rock at the table while I ate. I would dream about what I was going to eat the next day and grocery shopping was a major ordeal. I even had a issue with not having enough food in the cabinets. I would get so nervous when the refrigerator would get empty and it was hell to tell the captain if I couldn't eat out at least 4-5 times a week. Sad I know, but that's how it was.

Well... I'm on my way people to a new self, body and lifestyle. Keep me in your prayers.

It's me Camille. I have been a loyal fan of yours for over 10 years and this is my Dear John letter to you. Yea, I know I've said it a million times that I was leaving you and 24 hours I was back, but this time I'm older. This relation-ship has sunk and I'm jumping ship. You are a hell of a drug. The kind that will make you:

• Get out of bed at 3 am in some bunny rabbit house shoes and a robe just to go to the nearest corner store.

•  Add you to my weekly budget - sometimes before the eggs and milk.

• Know that you contain rat poison, tar, a little bit of tobacco and probably swine flu and I still want you.

• Spray perfume on and think no will smell the smoke in my hair.
  

• Get up in the morning looking for you and go to sleep thinking about you.

• Go out in 40 below zero weather, with freezing rain trying to take a drag in between my nose falling off.

• Ride around for hours trying to find my brand only to settle for the 2 for 1 special.

• Read the warning label on the side for entertainment while I'm taking a puff.

• Deny our relation-ship to my husband, kids and my mother with cigarette breathe.

• Walk up to a complete stranger and ask for a lighter no matter how suspect they might look.

• Do everything from gum, patches, Zyban and even hypnosis only to want to put a whole pack in my mouth and light the end.
  

I have been designing websites for over 13 years now and have been blessed to always have a flow of clients no matter where in the world I have traveled or lived. When I first started I knew that I would have to give away my gift in order to build my portfolio and sharpen my skills as an artist. At some point in my career and after buying into so many other people's dreams, I decided I was done paying dues. There was nothing left to prove. They would either see my work and trust that I would do a great job or go to someone else. Either way I would have my time or my money and that's considered a win-win in my book.

I'm always approached by others who want my gift as a web designer for FREE in exchange for a promise. The illusive opportunity that by me giving them a website for FREE would maybe one day turn into something profitable in the distant unknown future. What I found out was that if you give someone something for free they will not appreciate it or find value in the offering. If by chance they did refer you to someone else, that person would also want something for FREE. This is the infamous Hook Up. OMG... Give me a break people. I have to feed my kids too. The phone company won't except a hook up, but rather I would get a hang up or a cut off.

My Aunt Mae (bless her soul) would always say, "if you give a man your cookies for free, he will tell everyone about it and want to share it with his boys. If he has to spend time and money trying to court you, he will cherish your relationship and will want to keep you all to himself." She was so right. It doesn't have to always be money, because TIME and ENERGY is more valuable than that.

It's so easy to give away your gift because it comes to you from within and there is no limit to its supply, but there's a reason for having this gift. God grants these abilities to us when we are in the womb to ensure that we will be able to take care of ourselves and our families throughout our lifetime. Your gift is meant to substin you. In every group there is something unique that each person possesses that is meant to benefit the whole. It is not an exchange when you are giving away your gift for FREE in hopes that you will receive something later.

The next time someone asks for your gift for FREE, ask them to exchange something of value that YOU can use right then... not later. Make sure it's something of equal value and not a company pen, t-shirt or a bridge. People who want something for free are manipulators who prey on others with a good heart. Don't be fooled... they will come to you as family, freinds, co-workers or business prospects. I know it's hard to put a price tag on your gift, but think about how much money per hour you would like to make and then think of how much time it takes you to produce your gift and there you have it....

I remember getting to the editing part and at the time my finances were suspect. So I told the angels that if you want this book published - help make a way. They did and I got so caught up in the new money that I forgot about my Promise. So things got real shaky on the job and it brought me back down to my knees. The angel, Gabriel said - well we found a way and you got lost again. The money that you earned from your job was not for a new bedroom set or an outfit, but for humanity's spirituality. Your purpose is not your job. It is only a means to a greater purpose. The one we have for you. Teach the world how to sing the songs of the Uni-Verse.

The next day I hired my editor.

I'm about to complete my first month and this has been a transformation I will never forget. What started out as a physical detox has evolved into mental and spiritual one. I have so much energy that I am cutting my neighbor's yard and mines. I still suffer with insomnia, but that's a blog entry all by itself. I am now 13 pounds lighter and I feel fantastic. As soon as I thought I was in the clear all hell broke loose. All the things, thoughts and habits that I thought I had tucked away in the closet of my mind came out for me to deal with one more time.

It reminded me of this biblical parable:

There once was a man who lived in filth, he stunk of body order and most importantly he was accompanied by a demon. This demon taunted him and thrived in the confusion of mess and hoarding. Then one day the man got tired of dealing with this demon and decided to clean up his act... literally. So he got busy cleaning his house, his body and threw away all the trash. The demon was angered and had to leave, because he could not live in a clean environment. Once the demon left, the man began to enjoy life again and wondered why he had not done this earlier.

Some time passed and he had gotten use to his new life when suddenly a knock on the door startled him. When he answered the door it was the demon, but this time he was not alone. The demon went to and fro and found 7 more demons to attack the man.

Lesson: Making the decision to change, grow and transform means that a battle is at hand between the lower self and the higher self. The old will not go out without a fight and just when you think you have it all together... the worst has yet to come. So be prepared for the real aftermath and whatever you do... don't give up. Know that when something good is on the way, a tribulation will have to be overcome before the reward is granted. Can you weather the storm? Like all storms, the Sun will eventually shine through and victory is at hand.

Today I finally decided to get my newest addition of body art. Being an artist, I consider everything a canvas including my body. I found this amazing artist named Jimmy at a Tattoo Parlor called Hope for Pain - go figure. He designed my arm piece with the angel wings and I was completely in love with his work after that. He also design my husband's back piece with a lion, which Aaron had to do in two sittings. My arm design took 7 hours so I thought this one should be a breeze. I decided to get this one on my back.

After careful contemplation, I decided on one of the 72 names of God. This one in particular calls up Angelic Forces and Influences. It is a very powerful name and only spoken when supernatural intervention is needed. It consist of 3 Hebrew Letters.

HEY ZAYIN YUD - Angelic Influences

So I get there at 6 pm and I try my best to get my mind right. My secret is to hum to the sound of the tattoo gun and this puts my mind on a higher vibration and increases my tolerance for pain. Jimmy puts the design on my back and I am in awe. It is even more beautiful than I ever imagined. OK... I'm ready to do this. So I sit down with my back towards Jimmy. He says, "I'm going to do one line just to get you ready." Buzzzzzzzz

OMG..... Ouch, that hurt like hell. I mean really hurt like hell or what I imagine hell to be. Are you ready?, he says. So he begins and after 5 minutes I'm ready to take a break. This was my 1st mistake, because every time I took a break I had to build up my tolerance for pain all over again. So Jimmy is still working on the outline and as he gets closer to my spine, I start feeling it in my knee cap and then in my elbow. When he hit my spine, the vibrational hymn turned into a cry for help. After 5 1/2 hours I had reached my tolerance for pain and my brain was yelling, Chick are you crazy? What are you doing to me? Let's get the hell out of here!!!!!! Jimmy realized I had reached my limit and that's why you see only a half done tattoo. Feb 13th begins part 2. See ya then.

It's been 24 hours later and finally I'm beginning to think that my old self was right and just maybe I was wasting my time. In an act of surrendering, I decided to go to bed. Somewhere in the middle of the night I was abruptly awaken by a peculiar odor. Was the house on fire? Did one of the sewage drains burst or just maybe... naw that couldn't have come from me. Just as I was going to return to sleep, my stomach said in a deep baritone voice, "get up now and run for your life to the nearest bathroom?" Now....

So I obeyed the command and ran as fast as I could. Milliseconds later a thunderous sound roared from the depths of my colon as I put on a seat belt and grabbed the Bible. It was like a scene from, The Exorcist and I was literally full of shit. Water splashed to the ceiling it seemed and my forehead was raining sweat . I could not believe how powerful that olive oil was. Every time I thought I was going to get the chance to escape for my freedom like a run-away slave, the rain of pain came down again. I was a prisoner in my own bathroom. After reading my National Geographic magazine a couple of times, I began to feel some relief. 

Finally the storm began to subdue and Part 1 was finally over.

So I take the 16oz of cold pressed olive oil and slowly pour the tinted green liquid into a tall glass. I have my freshly squeezed lemons on hand to keep the oil down. OK Camille ~ take a deep inhale.... now exhale. I bring it up to my mouth and then sit the glass back down again. My old self appeared to me and said, "why are you even doing this to yourself? You know you're not going to stick with it. Just give up now and let's go to McDonald's. Then I looked down at my stomach and realized that I could honestly be mistaken for a woman who was in her second tri-mester.

And I did it.... I swallowed the thick, slimy oil and chased it down with the lemon juice. My mouth shriveled up like a raisin and then a strange feeling began to overtake me. OMG... I'm about to blow. Earl is calling me and I just spent $20 for this oil and there's no way I was going to waste my money or have to take it again. So I began to swallow the oil and drink the juice until the whole glass was empty. My stomach was like ~ WTF is this you're doing to me? I thought you loved me.

24 hours later I could still taste the oil. I had not eaten anything, because my body was still going through post traumatic stress syndrome. I was even having nightmares about running from a life size bottle of cooking oil. I was told by my health coach that 8-12 hours I should begin having these rapid bowel movements. As I said earlier, 24 hours had gone by and still nothing.

Now I'm scared ....

Weight: 163 lbs | PH Balance: 6.8

I decided to bring the New Year in with a traditional full body detox. Previously I had undergone fertility treatments that eventually had long term affects. I was taking pills, injections, Zyban to quit smoking and living with the news that my husband would soon deploy to Iraq. So shortly after the treatments were over with no success, I slowly began to see the side effects.

One morning I was looking at myself in the mirror and I realized that I had an ass in the front and one in the back. I wasn't sure which way to put my pants on. My arms had grown to the point that I could no longer read the words on my tattoo. I was hot and then cold. It got so bad that I couldn't sit through a full game of monopoly without flipping the table over cause I owed $15 for landing on Park Ave. I had gain 30 lbs just that quick. So enough is enough..... I'm ready Lord.

As the spirit must have heard my call, I got a referral for a new website client, who just happened to be a holistic practitioner. She agree to work with me and help me through a total body detox. After explaining various methods, I selected a 7 day olive oil flush. I only picked that one because it was only 7 days and I could at least eat raw vegetables and fruits. The others required zero food. So I thought to myself how hard could it be? I've been beating up my body for so long that 7 days should go by quick. My mistake... it was actually 8 weeks. OK... that's a later story.

So my supplements come in and I begin preparing myself for 5 days by increasing my water intake and slowly excluding meat from my diet. January 1st finally arrives and now it's time to take the 16 oz of cold pressed olive oil. The instructions say drink it with lemon juice to keep it down and finish within 2 hours. I take the first gulp.....

Until next time

Weight: 170 lbs | PH: 6.5

Dear Yahweh ~ it’s me, your low and humble servant trapped in this human flesh with a mission to bring hope to this Earth and usher in a New Age. This flesh comes with so many emotions and barriers that hold my wings from unfolding. With memories of how I once soared across oceans and watched worlds give birth to the Heavens. I wonder if the other angels are still waiting for my return. I become so entrapped within this skin suit and shackles that freedom seems so far away, yet this lifetime is compared to just a blink of an eye.  I need you My Lord. Come to my side and never leave me.

I will get off track and forget why I volunteered to come back. I will become angry sometimes and doubt your Love. I will curse this flesh and sleep just for brief moments of Oneness. Forgive me My Lord, for at times I am blinded by the darkness of this illusion. What I feel is real and what I see is not enough. I hear you in the depths of my being and you are always like a still river that runs deep. Refresh my soul and give me courage to go forth with gladness.

Being bounded in the soil of Earth is hard to realize without finding some sorrow to lie with. I look into the eyes of my fellow man and catch quick glimpses of you and like the quicksilver it disappears in front of me. I finish one mission only to be informed of the next. Use detachment you say and I reply I’m too afraid to let go.

~ Be still My child and Know that I AM…..

Be not afraid My Child for I am with you always. I stretch my hand to you and will lift you to safety. Do not worry for I am you made of flesh, but you can expand beyond the physical if your heart so desires. I can take you to a place of peace and blanket you in my protection from the violet rays of this world’s force. We are one Camille and I will never leave your side, not even in death will we part. I can not be without you and you can not exist as a separate being. Join with me on this day and I will grant you and your children all the treasures of Heaven.

You are plowing a new path for the generation that is behind you. They will talk of your time here for eons and they will search for our communions together for they will be power for all eyes that lay upon this. There are 6 ways into which you can find me. There is no break in the eternal circle. I have shown you images that will only be revealed to you in time and as your mind is able to comprehend the information given.

As most of you know my husband is serving in the Air Force and while the lifestyle has afforded us the opportunity of traveling around the world; it too comes with its sacrifices. My dearest Aaron is headed for Iraq and we must deal with change yet again. As he heads for war, my daughter who is 19 and serving in the Army is also on the deployment list. So I guess that means I'll be buying a new pair of knee pads for all the praying that lies ahead.

This all leads up to my subject: Freedom is not FREE

We as Americans have taken for granted the luxuries of living in a free society where the simple things like:

1. Coming and going without marshal law enforcing a time curfew
2. Going to the store without the fear of it blowing up
3. Women having the right to read and vote
4. Going to school without the fear of having acid thrown in your face
5. Choosing who you want to be married to
6. Worshiping God however and whenever you please
7. and the list goes on and on.......

So for anyone who is reading this right now.... STOP and be thankful for the blessings of freedom. And remember it is made possible by your countries Airmen, Soldiers and Seamen who sacrifice being away from their loved ones to help us keep those simple pleasures we forget about everyday.

Aaron James - Airforce
Desiree Solomon - Army
AJ Farmer - Army
Recee Bond - Army
Tim Ferguson - Air Force