I have lived in the United States for about 25 years both my brother and I were in America since infancy we are so Americanized it is not funny. I didn’t learn Creole until the age of 8 I still have an accent when I speak my mother’s native language. She just doesn’t want to let go she tries to control everything and she is such a liar. This lady is the person who taught me and my brother about God. She has even had many spiritual encounters of the third kind. God warned her of my father’s death, the night before she went on vacation in Haiti the year of my father’s death she dreamt of 2 coffins in their bedroom. She then went to a Christian retreat and prayed for thirty days and thirty nights. The last night of the retreat when she went to sleep she dreamt one of the coffins was gone the other remained. My dad knew about the dream and ignored my moms request for him to pray with her. At this point my dad who was a Mormon and freemason did not really follow my mom’s spiritual practices. God gave him a chance to live but he chose to ignore it. My mom has been the spiritual anchor for my family. Lately she has been a little off well really after my dad’s death. She blamed God for a very long time. To show you how much God Jesus visited her in a dream once. She went to bed one night crying since 6 am to 10pm she finally went to sleep and she dreamt of her in a field of grass calling out to God and say two hands appear and a voice saying Annette be strong I am with you. That day before the dream she cried until tears could not come out of her eyes anymore. I thank God so much because I could have lost both Parents at the age of 17 he spared me from such hardship. When we lived in Brooklyn the wrong crowd was all around us gambling, drugs, and gangbanging. April of 1995 I was jumped by 12 people who I believe were high school kids I was in junior high they wanted money. I didn’t work nor did my parents believe in an allowance. They stole my watch my day made me get it back. He told me go out in the streets and get your property back I am not raising any punks. Mom cradled me my big brother went out in the streets busting heads with me. That began the legacy of the Daniel boys we tasted violence in a major way and had the neighborhood fearing us. Imagine two guys taking down a gang of 12 systematically and getting a 5$ Casio watch back. We were respected and looked upon as the leaders of the neighborhood in other words we almost became leaders of a gang. Then a big change happened we moved to Florida because my day did not want to work in a check to check job anymore while he had a degree in engineering in his country. He built his and my moms dream house in Haiti bought the cars of their dreams and established an import and export business in Haiti along with a small provisions market for the people. They moved us to Florida in order for us to be closer to Haiti and finish school away from Brooklyn’s street life. In my opinion I believe it is God’s hand at work because I see what became of my old neighborhood in BK and how the people became savages. My Dad survived and organized crime robbery in Manhattan NY were he was placed in the trunk of a car and left their one nigh working the grave shift in his second job as a parking attendant. To see that he died in his own country when he finally achieved his goal hurts me deeply. But he had a chance to save himself God called him he didn’t listen. Since then my spiritual mom has been a shell of her former self bad decisions has made her bitter. The biggest thing is that she invested in land in Atlanta and the people that were doing the whole deal stole her money and we cannot find them. She always says that if my dad was here this wouldn’t happen. She is right my dad spoiled her to the max. Every Sunday he cooked for her, dray baths for her after work, clipped her toe nails. All the bills and hard labor was his responsibility all he every asked for in return was respect in his house and support. The love was always there because we admired his hard work. I miss him so dam much! I love my mother so much ad want her to be happy but everything I do she always compares it to what my dad did and how I don’t measure up to it. I have to learn to be me not my father now because I tried and failed to be that comfort for my mom. This is one reason why I believe I have a fear of commitment. I don’t want to leave a grieving widow behind. Because I know I have my father’s mentality to take care of my family to a point where I spoil them. TO be continued…..!

When things get difficult for you remember Jesus was given a cross to bear to his own death and even he felt a time of over whelming weight and fell three times while carrying the cross. He new the mission he had to accomplish and pressed forward knowing that there is a greater good. He even had help at one point to carry the cross. I guess I just want to have the same frame of mind I identified my cross and the greater good in front of me. I want to entertain the people with my music and stories/movies that I can write. I would like to set up a foundation to help those who are financially unstable in the third world country called Haiti.

I want to much I need to be content. I have not been working for about 3 months all my bills are prayed PRAISE GOD! I had an issue with my left ear loosing some of my hearing witch would put a stop to my music I went to the doctor and they told me it was a minor wax buildup due to a sinus infection. I don't have insurance but I could afford the medicine and doctor's visit Praise GOD!I am not bad off when I sit and look at it. The mortgage is paid on time along with other bills and food is still on the table. GOD IS GOOD he is providing more then I realize because I don't stop and look at what he has done. I usually look at what I don't have, I take this time out right now to say Thank you GOD for sending Jesus to save us from our sins and give us life today. Thank you God for all the blessings you gave me those OI know and those I don't realize that you done for me. Everything is going according to your plan many paths are in front of me and I will choose the one that leads to you.

I am all for it my only situation is that I am a dreamer. I want that fellowship that God and Noah, Moses, Daniel, Abraham, and Jesus with the disciples. Ask Seek Knock I asked god for e revelation in my life what career path should I take? I’ve seeked the answers looking for my skills and god given talents in all aspects of what I like to do. I knocked on all doors looking for the right mentor and school. The one thing i feel as if I am missing is a Divine intervention. When I pray I pray expecting to get an answer to my prayers. I pray that I become a successful hip hop music producer and own my own business. With that blessing I will be a blessing on to others especially setting up a foundation in Haiti to teach them the way to manage what they have and make it grow. I would open up new hospitals, schools, and homeland security. I would devise man scholarships for kids who are in need of proper education but cannot afford it. All the knowledge I have i spread it out with my friends and family along with what finances I can. I have sown seed to God with a prayer attached for my music career. But then my brother who is a devout Christian tells me that everything I want to do are all fantasy jobs not real world jobs and God rarely give those out. In my mind I am waiting for big revelations such as the one Jesus gave Saul when he changed his name to Paul or when he appeared to Moses in the burning bush supernatural encounters with the creator of Heaven and earth is my goal. I remember one time while vacationing in Haiti one night I heard a weird noise I never ever heard before. It sounded like a violent wind at first but then the wind started tapping on my window as if a finger tapping. The next morning I asked my brother did he hear the same thing since we shared a room at first he said nothing for five minutes. He then replied yes; but told me to keep my mouth shut and move on with life. I can tell he was scared but as the ever strong person that he is he put on the tough guy routine. The next night I heard the same wind but this time I heard feet running up and down the street with very loud thumps. This time more then just my brother and I heard this. We both went to our parents and explained what was accruing they acted like nothing happened that night and told us to never speak of it again. The third night the violent wind came, back the feet stomping up and down the street was there, and a new sound of iron being scrapped on pavement. My bother and I did not get any sleep that night we stayed up praying for our safety until dawn. The fourth night all noises came back accompanied by a voice of three women signing in shriek like voices.
My parents once again denied hearing all these things and said I have an over active imagination. Around the neighborhood many people were wearing red scarves and white shirts. I thought is was some type of party going on, I was wrong it was a superstitious way of them protecting themselves from evil spirits. Many in the neighborhood heard the same things I heard and they did not deny hearing it they just did not talk about it. They instead went to a witch doctor or voodoo priest to get protection because they felt the evil spirits wanted our attention and they might get violent towards the people in the neighborhood. My mother saw that my brother and I were not sleeping at night so she taught us psalms 91, 35 and 46 in order for us to add them to our nightly prayers. We did and than night all those sound came together in such a violent disruptive manner I never imagined such sounds existed. No harm came to anyone in the neighborhood and the most surprising thing is all those sound accrued before sunrise. As if the morning sun vanquished the evil. The whole night after praying with my brother we had the best sleep we’ve ever had and dreamt peaceful yet similar dreams of being NBA players. We woke up to the noise and the sun shining very bright yet a calm cool breeze was about very soothing as if we were at the beach. That was a feeling I loved so much and wish to experience again I don’t really think I have the words to explain this feeling of calm or everything will be ok some sort of inner peace. In my spiritual quest I feel as if going through and ordeal such as that I can really go through an uplifting connection with all that is holy. I have had other encounters with other dark spiritual events in school, church and even at home all in the USA. I still want that that holy spiritual connection I hold such words like when god tells us “he is the way he will teach us and guide us or when God said weather you turn to your left or to your right you’ll hear a voice behind saying this is the way walk in it” to keep my faith. In my life growing up in Brooklyn NY I never believed in ghost or evil spirits going to Haiti changed my whole perspective when such things revealed themselves to me. Now that I am an adult I want that inner peace feeling that I felt then to reveal the source to me. I know it came from God because that feeling is explained in the bible of the second coming of Jesus.

The reason behind the name change we’ll it is not so complicated. I am a person who is in need of self confidence I know that “I can do anything through Christ Jesus who empowers me”. God has blessed everyone with his love which gives us all the confidence that we need to conquer all. I had a revelation of some sorts while chilling with my people the other day in the hood. Everyone was in a deep depression complaining of how “life is F—ked up” and the republicans are holding the people down in order to keep them in low income jobs. Living check to check is really a burden for a lot of people. As a person who meditates a lot I told these guys to take look at the set up for one minute.
The first thing that is happening right here in our neighborhood is people being discouraged. This feeling of discouragement leads to some drinking by those who need an escape from reality through a sort of controlled substance. If you look around there are many liquor store in our neighborhood. Second thing gangs young kids looking to belong to something clinging to a shade of hope because they do not see it at home. Here is a little history lesson for you the first gangs of the united states was first formed by Irish immigrants who were being discriminated against by those who were already in America. They were moved into the most horrific living conditions what today we call the ghetto. All were looking for a better life in America and was meet with a lot of hatred and unfair conditions.
When you mix that with those who are trying their best to work and move up with a company and all they see is their paychecks being spent on bills before it reaches their hands we have a new way of thinking. This way of thinking is a train of thought that the “system is holding me down” or as I like to call it operation self destruction. Here are some key things to look for to determine if your thinking is in operation self destruction mode.
First you believe the capitalist system is geared to keep the upper class in a management position and the lower class as the workers. Second you believe that many people are better of then you in every aspect of life. Third a controlled substance such as drugs or alcohol is the only ray of hope you have. The last sign is you feel as if the day is full of thing s you have to do and not things you want to do. This is the self destruction way of thinking. I wish I can tell all that everything will be better tomorrow and kiss them good night. But that is not the reality we live in, what I can say is that we need to lift up ourselves on the inside.
Problems occur and life is difficult plain and simple. The good thing about it is we all have been equipped to deal with such issues. Let’s take a look at the TEN COMMANDMENTS for a minute. I won’t recite all I will only make this point when Jesus was asked what is the greatest of all the commandments he replied “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'[a] 38This is the first and greatest commandment. 39And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'[b] 40All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments." MT.22:38.
The main point is love think about this If you love me as you love yourself would you steal from me, cheat on your wife with mine, would you lie to me, and would you kill me? Evil desires and ambitions do come across our minds but we can fight them with these words. The good fight begins within ourselves therefore I built my self confidence acknowledging my blessings and the good I can do for people. The path is difficult but I am empowered to succeed.
Therefore my new name is now Just-In-Credible my birth name is Guesly Daniel. Guesly is a name my mother thought was beautiful so she gave it to me. Daniel this name means God Judges it’s a Hebrew name. I love my name it is who I am my blogstream name is Justin Credible no real explanation it just means I am just incredible. I humble myself first and raise my spirits second. This is my path and I hope all find their path I hope all is good with every one good day to all.