A Detail About Uncovered No More

I Quit informs readers that I am putting a boundary on myself about giving to other ministries in the spirit realms as I continue to nurture the Womb of GOD (Revelation 12 concepts pertaining to the child born). The problem with that article is your Christian humanity, my Christian humanity, and the Deity’s Humanity.

I canNOT believe I just typed that, but given that I said something about the Deity coming into the room to an elder couple at a church yesterday, you now see how very detailed and strange my life has become since about 2014. They did real good. They didn’t argue with me like my adult kids and husband occasionally still do. Everyone thinks they can actually have an interpretation slant when we are talking about the Deity and the Bible. These are Christians, people. (LOLOL)  God help me–watch Cara Coffey shout at you, shut up, or leave depending on how bad that painful moment was.

Let me tell you something about interpretation: it ain’t accurate yesterday what is accurate today considering the FACT that JESUS CHRIST told us all to TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME. And I have a young whipper snapper I’m watching on Twitter who has tons of young to middle-age people listening to him. He has written a book, bless his pea-picking heart. AND something or other he posted not long ago said something like “Interpreting God” right on the pretty little presentation photo that he broadcast all over creation called the freakin’ INTERNET. The moment you think you have interpreted GOD is the moment I take your backside down right fast on the INTERNET. I still love you. Moving along……….

You may be speaking in front of people. I may be at Whole Foods writing a killer series in art work. Asians may be showing themselves to me. And, it seems, that now GOD has begun implanting the new name of STEPHEN in church and Walgreens just for me. I like that Stephen. He wouldn’t presume to interpret something he should just, you know, accept that he cannot understand. Ahem. My Stephen at Walgreens is African American kind of like when my prophetic life was on the line a gazillion light-years ago, my African American brother brought the world together in one prophetic moment in an aisle at Target. Little white children shouting at one another across Loop One in Austin, Texas, in my Seer Line of vision, my firstborn son born on my birthday in 1993 has that middle name just like it was the name of the first martyr in Acts. 😰😱😭😱😰💛💙💜💚❤️💛💙💜💚❤️💛💙💜💚❤️🌈🌈🌈🙏🏻🙏🏽🙏🏿🌏🌍🌎

Any questions? Ya’ll white boyz and girlz Christian America really are special, oh yes you are.

Anyway, when I stated in “I Quit” that I was going to finish those coloring books, you need to come ask Curtis. When I say I’m finished is not when the last page is colored. It’s when God says, Baby Girl, you’re done now. It may be tomorrow. It may be in 2050. I dunno.

What I do know? If you don’t nurture this prophetess better in churches, I ain’t gonna have the stamina to push out book reviews. If I don’t push out book reviews– alongside my stupid little books I publish with my artwork and congregation worship coloring also, then you do not get the golden unity I can provide as a prophetess in the office of it who lives on a heavenly door property in Austin, Texas, you see. I can only go to so many churches and weave around an angel here and an operative there while I dip my feet in the River (Rev 22) and still maintain enough virtue and stamina to color, run around stores and churches doing deliverance work, and keep the natives happy in Austin, Texas.

One time earlier in 2017 on a walk, I was like, Jesus, I can’t do that book review for that author. And He was like *shrug His shoulders in the spirit realms*…..if you don’t get it done it is their loss. 

Guyz and Gals in heavenly door ministries: look at your skin color. Is it white? Do you want me to testify through your death the cursed way like I did John Paul Jackson and Scott Evelyn? You ain’t thinking like the Deity is thinking about little bitty Cara Coffey in Austin, Texas, guys and girls. The Asians are thinking that way. The African Americans are thinking that way. You ain’t doing that. I am just saying.

But when God says to, um, be DONE with those two coloring books, that is that and they are DONE. I will throw away the A Brothers Grimm Coloring Book: Escape Into A World of Fantasy & Imagination and put away the 365 Promises From God coloring book to finish privately and so that means you will stop seeing works colored and published on three blogs from that book. It is that simple. Promises of God are just that: you can throw the Good Book away, but it will still divide you, Babes, it will still divide you. Fancy that.


John 19:29-31 

A vessel (jar) full of sour wine (vinegar) was placed there, so they put a sponge soaked in the sour wine on [a stalk, reed of] hyssop, and held it to [His] mouth.

30 When Jesus had received the sour wine, He said, It is finished! And He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.

31 Since it was the day of Preparation, in order to prevent the bodies from hanging on the cross on the Sabbath—for that Sabbath was a very solemn and important one—the Jews requested Pilate to have the legs broken and the bodies taken away.

Acts 13:28-30

And although they could find no cause deserving death with which to charge Him, yet they asked Pilate to have Him executed and put out of the way.

29 And when they had finished and fulfilled everything that was written about Him, they took Him down from the tree and laid Him in a tomb.

30 But God raised Him from the dead.

Babes, I’m just saying, but you gotta watch me with the number 13. I have 13 children, remember? It’s kind of like this: I told Curtis about four weeks ago when he was struggling with this thang in his little life called deliverance from the curse–if I have to choose me this day whom is going to get the maximum benefit from the deliverance work ongoing in Austin, Texas, am I going to choose this white boy or you? He knew I was choosing him because that’s Curtis. You mess with those 13 kids or Curtis, or you mess with the Davis family in Mississippi, and my life in Austin, Texas, gets real, real simple. Any questions, Babes?

I dunno if John Thomas of Streams Ministries International has un-blocked me yet on Twitter, but I do know that SMI had a partners meeting in Carrollton, Texas, across this weekend while Brother KP Yohannan and I were doing still more deliverance work in the Bible Belt together both on Facebook and on Twitter. My daddy and I lived in Carrollton, Texas, ya’ll.

Brother KP’s skin ain’t white, and that is in Jesus Name, amen. Now off to color a witch in that Grimm’s coloring book. I’m also listening to Sia this morning in Jesus Name, amen. “This is Acting” on Amazon oh yes it is. I have a question. I wonder why Amazon purchased Whole Foods? Amazon is a jungle you know. Yes, you knew that, right?


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