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Her name is Octavia and I was destined to meet her because of what she taught me about myself.  Meeting her was what both of our spirits needed.  I didn’t have clothes for her, but I had the unction to look at her in the eyes and see who she was in Daddy’s sight.  Her worth, value, stolen innocence, shame, betrayal, abandonment and street life were all wrapped up into one identity that lied to her, I was there to invite truth.

My spiritual eyes were opened that mystical day as I saw so much of myself in a stranger.