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Introducing Nicole Ramirez
Hello my name is Nicole and it mean victory of the people, victorious one, and it origin is from Greece.
I am a photographer, author, as well as an artist. This is my first posting here in my blog, and over the next season, i will share from several different subjects so as to encourage you.  One goal I have and intend to accomplish is to share the trials, traumas, and just hard times that i have come through, that i made it this far and you can too.
So, let me start with as i said above....  My name is Nicole. I am adopted and found out as i was raised by my adoptive parents, that my name was given to my by my biological dad. I was born in the 50's, and even though now in the 21st century, when i was growing up there was not one other Nicole i even met, heard of, be it in my life or on television. I never heard the name Nicole anywhere at all.
I was raised by Mr & Mrs Stickler, my adoptive parents, and they adopted another kid, this time a boy, and now i had a brother. We moved ever so much and so i never really got established in a neighborhood, all but for once. 
My dad acquired cancer and died of it when i was 11. We moved back to Pennsylvania, so he could say goodbye to his blood family before he died. After his death we came back to California, and settled in
San Diego County, the home of my moms sister.  We settled in an rural area of the Eastern County, and we stayed in one place, and it was nice to go to one school my entire high school years.
Of course i saw some cute looking guys, and sorta would follow them around. Another guy became aware of me, especially as i started to go to sports events to take pictures. I decided to take photography, for i needed credits to graduate, and that seemed different and maybe fun.  By the end of my junior year, i started dating this guy who was watching me. He graduated that year and 2 years later i then graduated.  He then moved and got his own apartment and i invited myself to move in. Within several months a very good friend of mine, had a dream, and because of the dream, she begged me to watch Billy Graham crusade that weekend on the t.v. (i had gone to his crusades growing up, and watched his crusades lots of times).  So the weekend came and it was December of 1977. I watched the crusade and ended up curled up on the floor crying at the end when the invitation to accept Christ was given. Well that very night, i couldn't go to bed with my boyfriend, i just KNEW it was not good anymore. So i slept in the walk in closet. Within the next week, i moved home with my mom. (she now only had a one bedroom apartment, and my brother had left home).  Within several months my boyfriend whose name was Charles, well he came to invite me out on a date once again, and shared with me he was saved now.  Within 5 months i was engaged, and we got married in June 1979.
I got pregnant nearly immediately and had a son in June of 1980 and named him charles as well. I now called my husband Charlie. The next 20 years were basically 2 more kids, who were boys, and several apartments too.
In 2002 my mom died, and within a year i started looking for my birth mom.  It was (I think) in 2005 that i found my birth dad. I found him for i had always known we had the new paper article in which it was shared the details of my situation..........
Details will be given in the next posting on my blog...........


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Nicole Nanette’s Testimony

Thank you Matt Tommey for starting our artist group on Facebook and we paid to join up. Sweet……. Then you asked the question about our personalities……… YES LORD! We are going to allow ABBA’S wings of healing to envelop us and get healed! IT’S TIME to share my testimony too! Shalom ~~~~~ My name is Nicole Nanette Ramirez. I was concieved in 1957, birthed in 58. I was concieved out of wedlock and it went like this………… my birth mother was a waitress in a bar. She slept with the bartender, and her best friend was his fiance’ So you see the ugh already? She gave birth to me and allowed the fiance’ to babysit me. The babysitter was a witch. After a few month, my mom abandoned me at the local hospital and I was put in the paper. I was adopted and raised. My adopted dad died when I was 11. I went to high school, and to graduate had to have 3 electives, and just took photography to graduate. My teacher loved my stuff, and strongly suggested I enter something into the county fair and so I did. Both items won prizes.                                               Years passed, I got saved, married, had 3 kids, and time proceeded.  I got a camera, and took some photos, with film. Digital cameras were birthed and I started taking pictures.  I would go on field trips and hiked out at the lake and some country trails.  I loved the flowers, birds and some bugs as well.  My friends loved my photography and after over 2 years of nagging nuisance friends, I finally made some greeting cards and went to Earth Day San Diego and made over $200.00.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Years passed and I found my birth dad, and then learned (details if desired), that I had been continuley molested by my adopted dad.   There is also a curse on the bloodline, that I am in the proceeds of annhilating.
Something I called blank outs started up several years ago, that has caused me not to have a drivers license. I don’t get out like I used to. God let me know that if I would stay under his protection and timing, I would be fine.  If not I would die.   I have had these blank outs for years and been set free of several demons.   Deaf and Dumb , numbness and more.  I have had many a word of how I would be greater than I ever imagined, and even a dream, comparing me to Kay Arthur and Joyce Meyers.  My book, and greeting cards sales  have plummeted from curses and more.  I have been doing prayer and fasting and what I wanted to take one week, has taken over 7 years.  I know God has been in control.
When it comes to going and selling, I have no problems going out and selling, finding new clients. I don’t drive and have to find someone to be my taxi.  Many are nervous that I would have a seizure with them, so many have withdrawn from my life.   This last 2 weeks, I have been going through major life transportation / portal.   The old identity is gone.  There are no words to describe, what this has been like, if it had not been for ABBA/ GOD, I would have probably killed myself.  But am fulfilled when I am being an artist.  I have an anointing for the land, and creation.  Praying blessings over it, removing curses from it.   SHALOM to all.   PhotographybyNicoleN@gmail.com