LAKerri

I've been trying to think of ways to introduce myself to the public, considered many names - nothing seemed right. The titles never felt right to me - I've just always been me, no matter where I go or have ever been. I put a great deal of effort in being a genuine person and don't feel comfortable with calling myself great things to grab your attention; I don't want to manipulate anyone. I am just me, Kerri – lots of heart but not much flash or flare. I’ve been called other things, different last names, received some titles in life including: reverend, metaphysical practitioner, bachelors in metaphysics, but never use these titles, they are not ‘real’ to me (man made and ego inflating – I try to stay away from heavy ego plays and other toxins in order resonate at the frequency that it takes to be able to really Heal). Even when I achieve other titles, I can only see myself as Kerri, only one of the at least 6 billion humans alive – no better or worse, above or below anyone. i was almost almost starved to death and was violently shaken as an infant, my sister and I were placed in the foster care system then put up for adoption. I’ve seen and experienced abuse for as long as I can remember – before. I don’t remember anyone ever being nice to me until I was adopted, I was almost four and Alanna - 5. By then, I didn’t trust anyone much except my sister. Alanna protected me as much as she could for being only a small child herself. She saved my life as a baby, when she only a toddler – she snuck bottles of milk to me (they say that I was stored in a box in a closet). Hospital records indicate that I was almost dead, couldn’t lift my head or make a fist at 9 months old – a time when most babies crawl. In the ‘70’s the foster care system was bad – I can tell you this from the kid on the inside. According to Social Services records, the last foster home was the best – I ‘blossomed’ there. If they were the best, then I’m glad that I don’t remember the others…th