From Flood to Shining Flood Part Three

This blog article was finished with the addition of one of my dreams written in a blog article from a defunct blog but then published in a book that is now destroyed. Today, 9/30/2017, I’m finishing this blog article at 4:50 in the morning but I’ve been up since some time after 2:00 AM Central and I don’t know how to manage my stupid life anymore. Therefore, I just tweeted, “Oh GOD! Multiply my time to DO your WILL here in Austin, Texas! I cry (emoji) out!”

She Swallowed the Key Part Two

  1. Due to the fact in my life, and quite possibly in several other lives involved with heavenly doors but I cannot tell from a distance, that stuff has been hidden for quite some time and it was not the proper concealment of a matter in the Eyes of Jesus Christ, I have some thoughts. You are going to have to study to show yourself approved here, people of “Christianity” older than 51. Let me be honest. Freedom Temple right across the street from this neighborhood is more than enough proof that there is a lot of sin going around  town here in Oak Hill, Austin, Texas, outside of the city but inside the county Travis. I dunno. Is it a good thing to be thrown outside the city, GOD? I don’t want an answer please and thank you………That church has a ton, a veritable ton, of Hispanics and Black Americans. Yes, #blacklivesmatter but so does mine, Babes, and it just so happens that a Black Mr. Jones is over there. He isn’t the pastor. He is an elder though and you’ve got to watch elders and pastors these days. That sentiment came forth from me before Curtis married me. His damnable pastor, a William, assured me that they’d get me over my lack of trust of pastors. WRONG and Mahesh Chavda, whose hand I kissed in December of 2016 after traipsing up the center aisle of COP because Holy Spirit told me I’d be sorry if I didn’t hahahaha so I OBEYED unlike a good many old and almost old people in my life–tells us all that there are these women out there. They are something powerful. Second year he kept sending that message (2016) and I wanted to go up to that stage and do more than kiss his right hand. Sorry Brother Mahesh but I know you’ll forgive me the sentiment. I was like you have freaking got to be kidding me we are not powerful and you know it so don’t lie to me, Buddy Brother Mahesh–when he asserted that. Then I lost all my books and my publisher. Then Dad died. Then, then, then. What next? Your judgment is likely coming up so I dunno what is next. And I’m not in the mood to get hit again with shit hitting the fan (Witness by Katy Perry).
  2. Esau and Elder Brother are OT/NT mirror images to this Little Sister. We are never tempted beyond what we are able. I’m married to a Jacob, and at least GOD didn’t hate his soul. Oh wait a minute, ya’ll. GOD hates liars. I’m not saying my Jacob is a liar. I’m saying there is a tendency in the Jacob, and the Apostle Peter ((hug Apostle Peter)) ((hug my Peter who is not doing this stuff and is as sweet and faithful as they come–progress!!)) to fret about sin. And they of the Esau sub-tribe know manipulators when they see them. That does not make them happy. I mean God, if I were Esau, I would be a minion going, HUH? (LOL) But Esau was perfect for that job, God knew it, and as I said, we are not tempted beyond what we are able in our place of ministry all glory to GOD. That goes for elder brother not Jesus Christ. But I don’t think I want to hug you right now. I’m sorry……….OK that’s over.  Seriously though, think about it: Mr. Jacob was as good at lying as some of the people around me. Did you know a seer, like Bobby Conner and Cara Coffey, can see your lying? Only difference between me ‘n Bobby is one thing: it torments me when I know you are hiding details and I have to pretend you aren’t hiding them because I believe in your relationship with Holy Spirit, God Father, and God Son being your business after the age of 18 and even at that, I’m into leaving the gifting teaching of my children to Holy Spirit like I should do unlike a good many sanctimonious parents of a “Christian” nature. *laugh*. The high gifted part likely comes through little ole mama over here as far as this family–unlike their human father who is a Baptist Reprobate like Billy and Franklin Graham. I’m just kidding. Really. But the point is I don’t go for meddling where I’m not supposed to while my kids are confused after a nine years of hell on earth. John Paul Jackson said he spent 70 nights in nightmare hell. I don’t even dream anymore because I don’t know why. I dream awake like nobody’s business and that is something else to get used to. Shane told me once in 2015 that “he just listens to only Jesus” in his visionary life. I looked at him. It isn’t necessarily good when I “look at him” but it is probably funny unless you are like Curtis. Laugh at the wrong time and I really don’t think it is funny in that moment. I will secretly think it is funny later. That is called being a woman. HA! The YMCA, both of them, are seeing some rather loud children get corrected in the mornings because they are a little bit off right now since we had a hard nine years while Mom here helped Jesus, Gabriel, and Michael with Lucifer, 2 John, Jude, and the entire book of Revelation though it is true my family is about nose high in unbelief. That “nose high” means I can smell shapoopie laying everywhere otherwise known as “Tiptoe-ing through the tulips growing in the field of my life after those flowers have been fertilized with raccoon dung and cow dung and goat dung” (it’s like At the Zoo by Simon & Garfunkel). Last night, I was driving home from a small group meeting. On Slaughter Lane a very strange thing happened to me. A dead raccoon appeared in the road–literally–and it was sliding along across lanes. It may have been hydro-planing and I’m sorry but that just makes me laugh like Esther Grace going into the YMCA this morning after I took two teens to work. That is because she didn’t focus so she ended up slapping her shorts on over her dirty Pooh nightgown until she could run into the bathroom and change into the rest of her clothes. I told her I was going to Instagram that moment. As to the hydra-planing raccoon, the car in front of me didn’t hit it. I steered gently so as not to run over it and succeeded, thank God. I looked up “raccoon” in the Bible and couldn’t find one. I’ve had beheaded rabbits, killed rabbits (the pets of my children), dogs eating a hamster and killing a cat, snakes that were left for me to see that were specifically killed a certain way for some reason, and a gutted jack rabbit all in my line of sight in the neighborhood along with a ball cap, a lamp, and a tricycle to symbolize things but I don’t know what. I just had to keep walking in interpretation to get to today. You’d be surprised who I saw yesterday and today. You’d be surprised why there was a ton of rain at the YMCA in Dripping Springs while I was there with my three children day before yesterday–I then came home and got wet in part two. Whatever because I’ve been living this way my whole life but didn’t know it was this way until I knew it and by that time I was like I cannot even remember how all this happened. That was yesterday when I was like that. Did you know what I learned the past few days? Holy Spirit taught me that the answer, I don’t know, is a might lovelier of an answer than a good many I’ve given over the last nine years but at least you didn’t catch me at the Y in a Pooh nightie.
  3. Jacob, Esau, Elder Brother, Prodigal: wow you all are complicated. You are a mess. Unlike angels, you are a mess. But Grace entered, a human male who shaved his head unlike some of them that had better think about it around here, and I hugged him after two guys, one of which I wonder about, who hang around or are in charge made sure I said Good Morning Gentlemen and they asked how I was doing–um hahaha–while they couldn’t talk to me two Fridays ago because I was gonna go worship at Austin Cathedral and it was……well. It was sealed testimony is what it was. The dead raccoon isn’t sealed testimony but the fact that I know people are not being informed by the Almighty and they are still playing games with this little sister is duly noted. Just because you are Apostle Peter doesn’t mean I like you. I don’t like any of you, to be honest. You can be male or female and I will have a real big smile for your children but I don’t like you. You earned that little issue in YOUR FREAKIN’ SINFUL CHRISTIAN LIFE. Give me just a minute. I already love you as much as you love me.
  4. Ok. Let’s see if we cannot hit reset a little better than this come this next Sunday. This is a suggestion, not a prayer, because Apostle John did say not to pray for some things so I don’t, and therefore it is only a suggestion so I have no idea why I’m writing point 4 because suggestions do not get done around here if I was the one doing the suggesting. I suggest somebody come mow my lawn on a regular basis. It isn’t done yet this time and it started raining. Thank You, God Father, for providing me the necessity of being long suffering and thinking about baling the hay on this property to sell to the Feed Depot in my neighborhood. God save my soul from whatever happens on heavenly door/portal neighborhood property lines because oh my goodness we will never figure that one out if we are what I am: human. Here is another suggestion oh older male: don’t wear fabric that was like the young man whose hand I kissed because he appeared right beside me for prayer on November 19, 2016. His was an all nations’ jacket that I saw a couple other places–including on my back in the form of a backpack but more stupidly on the back side as shorts on an old guy who thought it was funny I skinned my elbows a few weeks ago. I just peeled the scab off the right elbow one.





Exodus 33:18-20 

And Moses said, I beseech You, show me Your glory.

19 And God said, I will make all My goodness pass before you, and I will proclaim My name, The Lord, before you; for I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will show mercy and loving-kindness on whom I will show mercy and loving-kindness.

20 But, He said, You can not see My face, for no man shall see Me and live.

I have a question: if you see GOD now, will you live? This is why I am having a hard time. My children have been taught that no man, or woman for all that matter, can see GOD and live. I tell them to read the New Testament but the sin of the father being visited upon the children to the fourth generation, approximately, is blinding my children according to Exodus chapter twenty. There’s the rub. 

If you have seen Jesus, you have seen the Father. He said that very specifically in the Gospel Record. OK now, let us reason together: what happened at death and resurrection of Jesus Christ the Son of God the Father Who came to take the sin of the world away (John 3:16)? And, why did the Temple Veil be torn in two as Jesus breathed His Last Breath as the Son of Man and God?

Here’s a quandary: I never answer what you never asked. When I have to free will testify the return of Jesus Christ to the point that my family doesn’t believe my testimony somebody has to be at fault. It ain’t GOD–that much I can tell you. My kids are highly intelligent so who is holding my children back from the Kingdom of God? I didn’t. I simply survived. Now, I’m not surviving and I don’t like you if you aren’t 13 people with one other mama figure on this American Soil plus two other families (Three Rivers) along with Shane and Debbie Davis and my own mama. Curtis and I are one so don’t think I’m leaving him out though I will admit Curtis is acting very strangely here lately; very strangely indeed. So get over yourselves and seek the LORD while He still may be found. I have one more suggestion: you probably should not trust whom is talking to you unless you are with me because I seem to be the only person in Austin, Texas, who sees glorified bodies that is willing to admit it. Whatever. I can’t figure it out and never can you. Have a nice life.

A couple of dreams will be part four and that is entirely appropriate. Actually, it may be three dreams. They are from the book Uncovered No More: a four blood moon testimony (vol 3) and are dreams Curtis and I had–when we were actually dreaming. Curtis isn’t dreaming either, by the way. See? He ain’t a reprobate. Neither I suppose are Billy and Franklin Graham though I could bonk Frank and Curtis occasionally for their…..something. I dunno. But there is something. HA!

2 Corinthians 10:3-6

For though we walk (live) in the flesh, we are not carrying on our warfare according to the flesh and using mere human weapons.

For the weapons of our warfare are not physical [weapons of flesh and blood], but they are mighty before God for the overthrow anddestruction of strongholds,

[Inasmuch as we] refute arguments and theories and reasonings and every proud and lofty thing that sets itself up against the [true] knowledge of God; and we lead every thought and purpose away captive into the obedience of Christ (the Messiah, the Anointed One),

Being in readiness to punish every [insubordinate for his] disobedience, when your own submission and obedience [as a church] are fully secured and complete.


Released on Twitter by a little b4 3:00 AM on 9/30/2017 while Doug Addison was tweeting seconds before and Dr. Heidi Baker a minute or so after me. I tweeted and re-tweeted as I’m accustomed to doing @PrayingWithIAM these dayz. I told @dougtaddison in a comment: #divineappointmentsocialmedia though I am going back to sleep here in a few minutes. 😜🤣✌️

Dreaming a Flood, Part One

February 28, 2016

This article is written in Grapevine, Texas, at a Comfort Inn. This early morning, I had a dream. In it we were in a land. And Curtis (my husband of 28 years) was piloting a large airplane, but there was no form to it. I told him to watch the electricity power lines, and he didn’t hit one as we went by. I was holding our ninth child, Esther Grace, up because she was not quite making it. I knew below us was flood waters, and they were of a longstanding nature.

As we landed, I could see debris from ships and perhaps even airplanes. In this place, there were two airplanes, and I saw one hanging from a tree with a chain. We landed altogether on my pretty piece of furniture (it is pictured above with Valentine the standard poodle beside it) in my bedroom that has a prayer box within it along with my father’s ashes (Dad had died February 3, 2016). I sleep with the ashes of my father at my feet. He earned this lovely testimony humbly. Yes, my daddy did that with me all glory to God. I am crying to say so. I miss my father so much it is pure bliss of painful, generational, love-living according to the entire book of Revelation.

Earlier in the dream, my older children were at a beach and my girls were exposed. It was sunny but not the sort of sunny that is refreshing. It was too hot. I got a bathing suit to cover my fourth child.

There is one issue of my ministerial life that I haven’t been able to dwell within (and I obviously am still not able to but so help me GOD I’m going to get there pronto!). I have to keep moving in testimony because so much happens that there really is no choice about keeping moving, if that makes sense. There is no ability in this place in some manners of speaking to “set down roots” the old-fashioned way.

The issue I’m talking about is mourning the war damage during a “time of Noah” within the war of Armageddon. There is such a thing as this. I was viewing it this early morning in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area as I slept. Our family in some manners of speaking flew over the damage. In other manners of speaking, we didn’t.

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