The Point Is Part FOUR 10/9/2017

From Flood to Shining Flood Part Three

This blog article is under construction. All I ever do is follow the Carpenter. What are you doing this morning? May I suggest wherever you are and whatever you are doing—would you just follow the Carpenter with me and believe on Jesus Christ? 😘💛💚💜💙🌈🌍🌎🌏🙏🏻🙏🏿🙏🏽





The part of my 51 year life which hurts deepest is that pain of Martha, not Mary. It is the pain of dutifully loving Neighbor and never having time to truly love myself in the physical world. My whole family, and friend base, could have trusted me and the work of Holy Spirit within themselves across my life but they never did; they never do. There is always one more thing I’m doing wrong, one other detail I misunderstood, one expectation I didn’t meet which meant in their mind that moment of that day that I am untrustworthy. I never outrun their opinion of me. After 51 years I realize they never will see this perspective about stupid, worthless me that they seem to always prove me to be and I must live like that. There is no demonic temptation in this chasm: it is humanity’s free will defined instead. This is why female and then male FELL.

“The Way I Are” by Bebe Rexha
This is a portion of the Introduction of Uncovered No More: praying for America which is the one book of my three destroyed as my publisher folded in January of 2017 which I would like to go back into print. We will see. I’m not in any hurry today. But many people still don’t believe my testimony, and I wrote and published this book in 2012 for the first edition. You will probably never believe me now. Jesus is leading me to take you out in this article; so, you may now go to GOD with what you have decided to do to me from September 24, 2008 until your forevermore begins. I am finished with the strong-arming and hiding that I continue to discover which humans calling themselves by the name of Jesus persist stubbornly in holding onto. You go ahead: be right. I just bleached my kitchen counters and took two lovely children swimming. It is a lovely fall evening. These statements I am making are not selfish—and I love you—nonetheless; I’m making them because I am in love with myself and I AM in Jesus Name amen.

Snatched From the Fires of Hell

by my fourth child in April of 2013

For the prophetic record, two months later I wrote the Double Moons Prayer Initiative and by late 2017 my oldest child lost her marriage. You destroyed my children. You think so much of your living the past nine years was righteous. My ME sustained so much damage to be here that you have no idea what you are thinking you were doing and now you don’t have the balls to come up and ask me. You don’t have the courage to come up and tell me what you actually did that got me to the point I am now. Good on ya, oh Christian. I love you as I said. But that sentiment didn’t pay not ONE BILL nor did it get my lawn mowed (Curtis did some today) or that kitchen bleached. It won’t get the school work done tomorrow but I will damn well not let you do that. Those are MY children whom I gave up for a season to be here testifying what I am testifying and seeing Whom I am seeing all glory to GOD. You could fix our dinner 24/7 and clean up this house while getting all the carpentry/plumbing/electric work done that needs doing in repairs after the war that went down on this teeny-tiny piece of property while people openly did stuff publicly and made damn sure you didn’t do it in front of my family. Bless your little pea picking hearts. I love you. But that doesn’t mean I have to put up with you. 

Margaret and I were at the church building, waiting for some service to start. It was a special service for Easter. I was lying on one of the benches when the service started, and the pastor said that I had fallen asleep during the Easter service before, and he thought I was going to fall asleep again.

So the service started, and I don’t remember much, but I do remember the building became dark and there was a great whooshing wind. It was a great big flying beast, but I don’t know what it looked like. (The ones with eyes all over them, you see.)

Margaret left my dream, and Satan was right there beside the row I was sitting on. I only saw him a little bit, but I don’t remember. People were going up to him willingly as if they didn’t know what was going to happen, and he would look them over and would say, “Straight to hell” and all the people would slowly fade away going to hell as he commanded them.

Hannah was in the line willingly, and when it came time for her, before Satan could say anything, she said, “Straight to heaven” while she took a ballerina pose. She then tried to get past him, but he didn’t let her. He made some sort of gesture and sent her to hell as well. I was screaming and crying, but no one seemed to hear.

It was the next day, and I saw people who were in a jail where there was a line of three jail cells, which was hell (6-6-6). And the jail was inside the church building. I was watching but was not there in body because I kept moving around without being seen. There were three people in each jail. Two were prisoners, and one was the guard (Angel). God was there, but I couldn’t see Him.

At the first jail cell, Satan was there. He read something to God (I think it was accusations), and God released the two people inside the cell. The second jail cell, it was the same thing but different prisoners and guard. I don’t remember this guard at all, but he read something to God and then God released two prisoners. The third jail cell was the same. I remember the guard in this one. It was a girl, she looked young, and she had blonde hair. She had a specific name, but I forgot it. (Revelation 17’s BABYLON)

But I do remember what it meant. It meant that she used a lot of curse words in her accusations. I was not allowed to hear any of the readings. I remember feeling like my ears were closed for her letter that she had in her hand because it used a lot of bad language.

God was sitting on the first seat of the second row (second heaven) from the stage of the church. He listened, and even though I didn’t see God, I knew that His Face had a look of peace or something like that. He then released the two prisoners. Even though God released six people, it was like He released all of the people that Satan had sent to hell the night before. I didn’t see Hannah, but I knew she was out of hell. (These jail cells are “weeping and gnashing of teeth” in varying realms).


Let me just say that there is second death. God is not mocked. And lying, or actively hiding from, a prophetic person like John Paul Jackson or as the case may be Cara Beaty gets a hard-line stance from the Bible, you see.

Revelation 3:2-4 

Rouse yourselves and keep awake, and strengthen and invigorate what remains and is on the point of dying; for I have not found a thing that you have done [any work of yours] meeting the requirements of My God or perfect in His sight.

So call to mind the lessons you received and heard; continually lay them to heart and obey them, and repent. In case you will not rouse yourselves and keep awake and watch, I will come upon you like a thief, and you will not know or suspect at what hour I will come.

Yet you still have a few [persons’] names in Sardis who have not soiled their clothes, and they shall walk with Me in white, because they are worthy and deserving.


I never, ever, ever said I understood what the final judgment was. I was simply left to protect my family as best as I could, race around the Southwest doing deliverance work, and get verbally abused or spiritually taken advantage of for nine long years. Nobody, and I mean none of them, who did this to me have ever just come up and told me what they did. Whatever. The fact is that until November 19, 2016, you could have come. You could have taken the chance. Whatever, again. I love you. Let’s hope that is enough because I don’t care anymore. I just want Jesus.


188 Shall We Dance, Part Two
October 6, 2013

<a href=”″>Double Moons Prayer Initiative, Part One</a>

This blog article is going to be one small chapter of Uncovered No More: loved by Jesus to show how I was allegorically behaving as an Eve in the spirit realms to have been taken to this valley of the shadow of death prayer initiative that is the Double Moons Prayer Initiative series of blog articles.

Shall We Dance?

The ballroom was an unimaginable place of beauty. Ceilings of sparkling blue, rainbow-colored walls and a most luscious green ballroom floor were the backdrop. A waterfall spilled over shimmering rocks into a sparkling pool to one side. They were dancing; unaware of what lay beyond the exquisite room.

He entered, masculine and alluring. His very demeanor carried an essence that was musical and debonair in a worldly sort of way. He broke into the dance of the pair swirling past him.

“May I have this dance?”

Eve looked. She paused with Adam standing there. Strange, but this fellow held a piece of fruit in his grasp; she thought his gift rather romantic.

“Well…I don’t know. The Father told us not to eat this fruit, beautiful though it is.”

“But you are so innocent. How very wrong this is. Your Father knows you will understand more deeply if you will but eat.” He said this in damnable anticipation because certainly it would be beneficial to dance with Eve.

To dance with her was to dance with humankind, and the knowledgeable fellow knew the sensual reality of that fact. Yes, this is most pleasant. Her children would dance with him too. Fellowship with the Father is what the rogue had lost. Certainly Eve would somehow satisfy his lustful, proud, and angry need for others to be separated along with him. She is the helper, so who better to ask? After all, it is chivalrous to allow the lady to go first.

Eve saw the sparkling fruit that seemed somehow to be able to quench her unrealized thirst and hunger. At that mesmerizing moment, she allowed the beauty of forbidden fruit to blind her to the ecstasy of innocent fellowship with the Father. She had been dancing with Adam under the umbrella of the love of God in that ballroom, fulfilled in the completely wonderful beauty of childhood innocence that covered her, and she knew no shame. But the niggling feeling of something more exciting beyond the simplicity beckoned in that moment.

“Yes, thank you, I will dance with you. Adam, let us make this a threesome, shall we?”

Off they swirled, all three of them together, around that beautiful ballroom floor. The number three in that moment was abominated, and Eve was caught in the middle, helping her husband swirl in symphony with a new rhythm that was now under the control of this other dance instructor, Satan.

Darkness descended, and the gentle Man stood to the side and watched as one tear slipped down His cheek. The Knight left the ballroom, mounted His white steed, and rode to the rescue. There will be a day in time when He dances with His bride, but the war had begun for the moment. It appeared the devil had won.

<i>The truth is, I walk as Eve among other ladies in the Bible as a gatekeeper. I identify with many Bible characters in order to do what I have done for five years. I guess that is being taught by the Holy Spirit as Jesus says we are in the Christian Nation of the world.</i>

<a href=”″>Key to Double Moons Prayer Initiative, Part Three</a>

Double Moons Prayer Initiative Part One re-published on Rivers International September of 2017.

Shall We Dance Part Two on Rivers International all glory to GOD.

Key to Double Moons Part Three


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