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SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DEMONS...💔👺👿👹🖤
(What That Really Means For Empaths)

Let me talk to the ones who feel everything...✍🏽

You’ve probably seen that phrase:
“Sexually transmitted demons.”
Sounds crazy until you live it.

Let me break it down in plain language.

1. It’s not about disease. It’s about ENERGY.

This ain’t a medical term.
Nobody at the hospital is diagnosing you with “STDs – demons.”

This is street-church language for something very real:

When you sleep with somebody, you’re not just swapping bodies.
You’re opening your spirit and your nervous system to whatever they carry.

If they’re:
• cold, cruel, jealous, addicted
• manipulative, violent, sneaky
• full of shame, self-hate, emptiness

…you’re not just sharing a night.
You’re sharing weight.

2. For empaths, s*x is a nervous-system MERGER.

When you lay down with someone, your body dumps:
• dopamine (reward – “go back”)
• oxytocin (bond – “this is my person”)

Your nervous system says:

“We’re safe with them. Attach.”

But if that person’s energy is dark, your system starts mirroring the darkness:
• mood swings that don’t feel like you
• heaviness, confusion, or random anger
• losing yourself, losing your peace
• feeling “off” after being around them but can’t explain why

Church folks call that demons.
Therapists call it trauma bonding and emotional contagion.

I call it this:

You slept with someone whose soul was dirty, and now your nervous system is paying the bill.

3. “A piece of them stays with you” is not just a quote.

You ever notice:

You were doing fine before them.
Then after that s*xual connection:
• you think like them
• you crave like them
• you tolerate what you swore you’d never accept

That’s what people mean when they say “soul tie” or “s*xually transmitted demons.”
They’re trying to describe how their darkness starts living inside your body.

Especially for empaths:

You don’t just catch feelings.
You catch frequencies.

4. This is why your spirit hated certain people even while your body wanted them.

Ever been in bed with somebody and something deep in you whispered:

“I don’t belong here.”

But the chemistry was crazy.
The trauma was loud.
The loneliness was loud.
So you stayed.

Then later you’re fighting:
• depression that ain’t yours
• anger that ain’t yours
• shame that ain’t yours

That’s what this “s*xually transmitted demons” talk is trying to warn you about.

5. How to DETOX from this

If you know you slept with someone who carried darkness, here’s the work:
• No contact. Stop reopening the portal you’re trying to close.
• Let your nervous system reset. Time, rest, solitude.
• Spiritual cleanup (if that’s your lane) – prayer, fasting, journaling, crying it out.
• Name what isn’t yours:
“This rage is not mine. This shame is not mine. I picked this up from THEM.”
• Rebuild boundaries so you don’t keep trading your peace for 20 minutes of attention.

6. The rule for empaths going forward

If their energy is chaotic before s*x,
that same energy will be living in your chest after s*x.

Read that again.

You are not built like everybody else.
You’re sensitive, not weak.
Your nervous system is open, not broken.

That’s a gift – but in the wrong bed, it becomes a curse.

You can call it soul ties.
You can call it trauma.
You can call it s*xually transmitted demons.

The language don’t matter as much as the lesson:

Everybody’s body is not safe for your spirit.

Guard your energy like it’s your last heartbeat.
Because for an empath… sometimes it is….

WE STILL HAVE ITEMS LEFT GET EM WHILE THEY LAST

THE WOMAN BEHIND A DYNASTY – KATHERINE JACKSON’S SILENT WAR 🕊️

She raised the most famous family in music history. But nobody talks about what it cost her.

Katherine was the vessel. She gave birth to a movement. Ten kids. (One sibling, Brandon, died shortly after birth) One tiny house. A husband who ran things with fists and fear. She held it all together with prayer and silence. That silence, heartbreak, betrayal. Why? She took a vow—to protect, love, and never abandon her family… NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!

No matter the pain.
No matter the scandal.
No matter the cost.

She kept that vow in silence—while the world watched them rise and fall.

And she never broke… at least before the cameras. 😢

She stayed. Not because she was weak. Because she was built for war. We’re talking the late 40’s when they met and Joseph and Katherine were married on November 5, 1949. In January 1950, they purchased a small two-bedroom home on 2300 Jackson Street near East Chicago in Gary, Indiana. Their first child, Maureen Reillette "Rebbie" Jackson, was born four months later on May 29, 1950, in the Jackson house.

She raised boys into men who didn’t get to be boys. She watched cameras and crowds eat them alive. She watched Michael disappear in front of her. Bit by bit. First his innocence. Then his joy. Then his skin. Then his soul. Then his life.

She saw La Toya get lost in the chaos. Saw Janet fight to be seen as more than a sister. She buried a grandchild. Then she buried a son, Michael…. then recently, Tito. 😢

She cried behind closed doors. But she smiled for the world.

She kept her mouth shut while the family crumbled in public. Everyone had something to say. Katherine didn’t. She just kept showing up. For court dates. For funerals. For birthdays. For rehab visits.

She lived through the lies. The affairs. The lawsuits. The shame. The scandals. The spotlight that never turned off.

— WHO IS KATHERINE JACKSON 👸🏽

Katherine Jackson was born Kattie B. Screws on May 4, 1930, in Barbour County, Alabama. After surviving polio as a child, she moved with her family to Indiana, where she later met and married Joseph Jackson. Together, they raised one of the most iconic families in music history.

While Joe built the Jackson 5’s career, Katherine was the rock at home—quiet, faithful, and deeply religious. She raised nine children under one roof in Gary, Indiana, while holding down a job and keeping the peace in a tense and often troubled household.

She taught her kids humility, harmony, and how to survive in a world that didn’t care about Black dreams. Her strength never made headlines, but without her, there would be no Motown legends, no Thriller, no Janet, no legacy.

Katherine Jackson is the silent architect behind the greatest music dynasty of all time.

Now she’s 95. And still here.

Still holding the title nobody gave her credit for—Mother of the Machine.

You can talk about hits, tours, charts, and moonwalks. But none of it exists without her.

She took the pain. The judgment. The silence. And made it a family.

Katherine Jackson was the price of their fame.

She survived what would’ve killed most. And she never complained. Not once.

She ain’t just a Jackson. She’s the reason there ever was one.

GOD BLESS THIS, SIMPLY PUT ….“MOTHER” 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

She's A Keeper💍❗But She'll Never BEG🚫 To Be Kept‼️

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