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Lynum: Oh, my God! What an unbelievable coincidence. I was just telling Saithe about how dumb you are!

LILY'S GRANDMA, DAISY LYNUM by Edward Juan Lynum http://jurisgenus.com/ebookrequest Orlando City Commissioner Emeritus Daisy W. Lynum was my mother. My family deliberately excluded me from every aspect of planning her funeral. The result was a funeral where everyone in my family knew they were planning things she did not want. My mother was against of what occurred at her funeral so much she put it in writing so, it would not occur. She planned every aspect of her funeral before her death for her family to only honor a handful of her expressed wishes. She died mostly from man-made stress and circumstances related to Sumter County, FL judges precluding my entire family from having contact with my daughter. To this day, my family doesn’t know and seemingly doesn’t’ care if my daughter’s even alive. It never mattered to my family or mother’s friends that Satan unleashed the wrath of his Sumter County, FL judges to preclude us all from having a relationship with my daughter. I presume a mix of embarrassment, incompetence, and pretentiousness explains why 99% of both sides of my family won’t utter a word although they are intended victims of this satanic rampage. It’s beyond bizarre and demonic any of them would try to have a conversation or relationship with me without any desire to address the satanic elephant in the room. Crazy but true, my mother was taken off life support while I was on the phone with a medical doctor friend to discuss her medical situation. Want to piss on any potential for retaining a future familial relationship? Pull the life support plug on their mother without their knowledge or prior consent. I changed my last will and testament to preclude these same family members from ever having the opportunity to desecrate my name, body, and legacy should I predecease them. The more details I share the more it sounds like it must all be a lie, I know. My mother’s closest friends and family knew I published my first book in May of 2019. None of them had the wherewithal to think they were turning themselves into leading antagonistic characters in my second memoir. Without my knowledge, my family held a Zoom meeting to coordinate my mother’s funeral arrangements. My own brother led the argument that I wasn’t included in a Zoom meeting because I was home like everyone else on the call and not with him. Meaning, no one on the Zoom meeting was at my mother’s home is why there was a Zoom meeting. It seems my family coordinated this craziness to preclude me from screaming bloody murder over their conspiracy to hijack her funeral. They were honest about hijacking the funeral in part, to convince Orlando’s city council a street should be renamed in her honor. None of these family members seemingly know the name or legacy of Commissioner Mable Butler or the fact she’s still alive and well. A politician was chosen to speak at my mother’s wake because my mother contributed $50 to her campaign. My family extrapolated this fact to reason this politician must have been a good friend who should speak at her wake against her no politicians speaking over me wishes. This same politician never uttered a word to me about my loss even after speaking over my mother at the wake. My mother’s closest friends know their friend gave token $50 contributions to politicians she didn’t openly support. Fortunately, one of my mother’s dear friends, Vernice whom she called “sister” was asked to speak at her funeral. I was compelled to ask them all to rush the microphone at the wake when it opened up to the public. Of course, those selected to speak without my blessings took up all the time, leaving none for her real partners in crime to say a public goodbye. Mayor Buddy Dyer would have been the only politician I would have approved to speak over my mother knowing all of it was against her wishes. And with that only an invitation to Congresswoman Demings would have been extended to join him on the stage. Orlando City Commissioner Bakari Burns was the second best man in my wedding. My family seemingly forgot he was one of my closest and most trusted friends instead describing him as my mother’s colleague. I asked Bakari to give the best speech of his life and to recognize Commissioner Regina Hill whom the organizers snubbed. The final funeral program had several important names misspelled including “Demmings.” I'd even written CNN about misspelling their names on national television. I guess that’s what they call a twofer. I almost shitted on myself when I saw the draft, as it was another sign of the evil spirits that were hard at work. I personally invited Commissioner Regina Hill to the funeral. My message to her was simply 1) let’s do our part to promote unity in our community 2) that I had nothing to do Commissioner Burns being on the program and not her and 3) I’d ask Commissioner Burns to acknowledge her if she’d attend. Commissioner Hill’s attendance at my mother’s funeral meant more to me than most of the people on program who spoke at the funeral. My family had six politicians speak at my mother’s funeral because they thought it would increase the chances the city council would rename a street in her honor. It’s beyond me that my family asked only two of the seven politicians vested with the power to rename a city street in my mother’s honor to speak at the funeral while spitting in the face of Commissioner Hill who could single-handedly shut it all down. After all these years, my family seemingly never learned from my mother a 6 to 1 vote on the city council to do something in district 5 without the Commissioner’s blessing would only occur by an act of God not lobbying. I apologize to my mother’s friends who were precluded from speaking at the services. Vernice held it down for the team. My mother’s OPD liason police officers along with her assistant Marcia Davis were her most intimate, faithful, and trusted associates. I’m sorry wicked politics found its way into my mother’s funeral. Trust the book of her life along with the screenplay will capture the entire story. Until then, I remain Edward Juan Lynum, Daisy Lynum’s son.

Authors of Chaos and Confusion, Friends & Family of Orlando City Commissioner Emeritus Daisy W. Lynum http://jurisgenus.com/ebookrequest Lawyers, Ministers, and even Evangelists surrounded my mother, Daisy W. Lynum before her death. Nothing was hurting my mother more her last year of life than not seeing her youngest grandchild. Daisy Lynum's pretentious friends and family did nothing but take everything they could from her during her vulnerability while watching her cry helplessly to see her grandchild again. These lost folks are the definition of worthless friend and/or family member in every respect of the word worthless. Without my knowledge, my mother's proxy alone decided she should die. While I was on the phone with my friend Dr. Keith Wilson my mother's health proxy unilaterally decided to take her off life support. Their motives beyond living the satanic life of lies and deception aren't important to me. What's important is this testimony teaches the world people who engage in these behaviors regardless of their worldly titles of deacon, pastor, or evangelists are engaging prophesied anti-Christ behavior. These same folks care more about the public believing a lie that exonerates their involvement than they do how God looks at them for their behavior that amounts to sorcery and witchcraft. The outrageous story of my mother's death and funeral can't be told without using the exact names and titles of the cast of heathens who betrayed her until her death and through her funeral. The screenplay however, tells the same story better using fictitious characters. My best friend, Jamak Ali and others witnessed me change my last will and testament to remove any power my family would have had to make a lie and disgrace of my legacy and what caused my death. Liars are abominations. Proverbs 12:22 Are you a Christian or Heathen? The upcoming book of Daisy Lynum's life and death I hope helps you reconcile whether you're truly acting on God's will or are you acting on your own demented will to be perceived by others as something greater than who you really are.

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