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The Sun's Love Clothes My Soul, Memoirs of Momafortune
by Tonisha N. Gallien   

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Memoir

Publisher:  Tonisha Fortune ISBN-10:  1442164328 Type: 
Pages: 

402

Copyright:  May 14, 2009 ISBN-13:  9781442164321
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The Second Coming of Nefertiti is upon you, and in her heart is the key to unlock Heaven on Earth. Come eat from the tree of life, and live forever.

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The Suns Love Clothes My Soul is the love story of the Second Coming of Nefertiti reincarnated as Tonisha Fortune who was also Eve, and Mary Magdalene.

She comes forth at the age of thirty years old during the End Times with a prophetic word from God proclaiming that the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.  In her yard is the tree of life and whoever eats from it will live forever. 

Her husband the Messiah reigns as the King of Heaven and Earth, and in her heart is the key to unlock the New World of the 31'st century.


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I am liberty woman, Give me liberty or give me death. As a study, I tested a website on the theory that, "Civil rights of individuals are being violated daily, and people are being discriminated against on the same level as back when MLK and JFK lived." This world is still operating barbaric. It is no ones fault, for this spirit was released by the world in Barubus.

I ordered Satan locked up again, for he did not stop killing the seeds of life. America is the land of the free, give me freedom or give me death. Liberty and justice for all, give me liberty, or give me death.

To live or not to live, is the question? Let my people go, release the shackles and children (The CHURCH) come let me give you rest. I come to build mansions for everyone equally and pave the streets in gold. There will be, no more struggles in life, and no more tears, or heartache. Straight and narrow is the path, but no one will be left behind.

Separate but equal Church and State, the Government rules both (divided in beliefs). Example: Parents can bring their children to either Church School, or State School in each city. Both schools will be identical in all aspects, with an empty Sanctuary in the midst. The Sanctuary is for free time, and for relaxation of the students. Both schools are free to do as they wish with the sanctuary under adult supervision.

The Church school should incorporate all religions blended together in a unique oneness. Example: It could have a Holy Water Fountain for Catholics and Holy Mats for meditation for Muslims.

Everyone shall live free, "Free at last, Free at last, Thank God Almighty we are free at last," shall be a true American Dream motto for living life abundantly. This land has already been paid for, and we need to step up together to claim what has always been for us.

My Ancestors came to America hidden away on the Santa Maria in the 1400's. Santa Maria means; carries the Royal bloodline of Saint Mary and Jesus. They spoke French, along with knowing many other languages except English. In the 1800's my Mulatto great-grandfather married my Indian/Spanish great-grandmother.

He was in his forties being married three times before with many children, and she was a fifteen-year-old virgin that bared him nine children before he died. Mama lived to be well over a 101 years of age, and she never dated after his death (over 60 years).

My grandmother told me, "Pappy, said his mother was an African Slave, bought as a newborn baby off a ship from Africa. She was wrapped tight and placed in a basket on the ship, and his Daddy and Step-mom raised her up from a baby with their white children. After years of being mistreated, and used his daddy found her a black husband to mate her with for more slaves." After she had seven children with her husband, she had my great-grandfather from Master.

Since he could easily pass for a white man he grew up in the house with his white brothers and sisters, and learned to read and write while getting a trade as a tombstone maker. His siblings would always come around after he married my mama to visit, and my grandma stated, "They often said how sorry they were for what their daddy did to his momma, because they loved her so much."

Back in Evangeline parish they were called Cajuns, and my great-grandfathers family with Mama was Creole. My great-grandmother, mama lived in an Indian village around Coushatta. Her Father was mixed Asian, Spanish, and American Indian, and her mother was pure American Indian speaking French and little English. Mama was considered an outcast when she married my great-grandfather, and exiled from the Indian Village forever.

She spoke no English; mostly French and so did my grandma and all her siblings (over twenty). In their small town Basile, she remembers her family being treated nicely by some white Cajun Folks. However, the full-blooded blacks had an extremely hard time with equality. The only problem she had was English, since she had to stop school at 7th grade to work in the rice mill, she did not learn how to speak English and people were teased badly for the blessed curse of France.

The little school she attended did not teach phonics, and the books were so torn and dirty it was too hard for her to catch on. Her parents spoke only French at home, as did most of the Cajuns and Creoles.

When my grandmother (maw-maw) married my grandfather (paw-paw), she spoke no English. She was working in Lake Charles, Louisiana (the big city to her), at McNeese State University cooking and cleaning in the cafeteria when she met paw-paw. He grew up in the city, and was considered black speaking only English. Paw-Paws mother was a teacher, and his father had divorced his mother and remarried. His race was made up with African, Indian, and a few Whites. He taught Maw-Maw, and helped her attain a G.E.D after she bared him five children.

Their third child was my mother, and she loved a high school football star back in the 70's. She was a flag girl in her senior year, and just coming off a relationship with a thug. She clung to the star for protection, only to be later rejected.

My mom became pregnant with me, and my dad went to the army to support us. They wished to call me Brandon Lee Fontenot. My mom was afraid of having a child and of telling Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw. Her youngest sister often helped clean up the vomit and comforted her best she could.

Eventually she told Maw-Maw and the beating she received was horrific nearly killing me. In the corner of the kitchen her mother punched and kicked her until near convulsions. My mothers' sister jumped into the beating to take the rest, while my mother fled to the back room.

My mom was very sick with me, but yet endured the pregnancy alone. Her football star was in Germany, and she heard little from him for two years. When her Senior Prom arrived, her ex-boyfriend took her as a friend. I walked with my mother as she graduated high school.

Three months after graduation, my mom craved a Supreme pizza. After she ate the whole box, the contractions started. She never could bare much pain, and she had to deliver me with no pain medicine in a prejudice hospital. I was born September 26, 1978.

They looked down on single teenage black women with no money. However, my mom had a determined spirit, and she is blessed. I was mistreated for being different since birth; I was sick with jaundice and stayed alone in the hospital for weeks after my mom was discharged.

My mother and I then lived together at my grandparents' home for about four years.

To make a long story short, here are the names from my maternal mother to me Fortune the royal bloodline of Christ. Hardy-Rougeaux, Reder-Gallien, Fontenot-Fortune, and many brothers and sisters surnames hidden.

I'm in the Lords army, I may never march into the enemy territory, or shoot the artillery but I'm in the Lords army. I will feed shelter and clothe my enemy, repent and try in charity to befriend everyone as a brother or sister.

I am the Secret!














Professional Reviews

Calling out my brothers
God's wisdom and spiritual truth placed before us all, well said. Wouldn't it be nice if all people could learn to honor and respect each other.... Be always safe, Karen



Lord of My Love Temple
A true love offering, Tonisha. The intended recipient (your husband) is very fortunate. Love and blessings to you, Regis



Calling out my brothers
I am shouting telepathically into the Spirit World for the souls of ALL Men to shake off hatred, and negativity, we are obligated to forgive past wounds welcoming with love our enemies Truly a recipe for love and peace to come at last. Thank you for sharing these worthy sentiments Tonisha. Welcome to AD. Love and blessings to you, Regis



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