Psalm 50, Tara, Goldenwood, & ARC Part Six

This blog article is under construction. And….those who’d rather I stay that name Tara error in their way. Nonetheless, I will go back to the church and love them anyway though I am done done with trusting Christians of America. You betrayed me. It is so obvious that it isn’t something I think about. Here is the deal, ya’ll: the only way to get deliverance is to come into the Light of Christ of your own free will. There never were any excuses to have with-held information from me. The only few who never did that are either dead or wise enough to keep a silence when it is needful. That would be Mahesh Chavda and Bobby Conner and their families. Shane Davis never hid a thing in his life and he has the horrific life testimony to prove it. Mine should have been horrific but it is all glory to GOD how I prevailed in the love of Christ in Jesus Name, amen. I’m coming back and you can bank on that. I love GOD enough to say so, and none other.


I was up One dark, dreadful night watching cable TV on Raeburn Lane across the street from a middle school. My Diana died and her children suffered; do suffer. Oh England, how you have saved me sometimes and Harry turned 33 here lately. I wish I could have hugged Beloved Diana. I will some day. Her sons are bringing forth love with my five sons and seven daughters which the world is not worthy of all glory to GOD and in Jesus Name amen. Seven Sons and Seven Daughters—all of them every skin color, Tribe, and nation—they are neither male or female in their places now even as it says in Third John to Diana and me: we have no greater joy than this—to see our children walking in truth. You go ask my LOVE. They will tell you the truth of love. Yes, they will and they do. They are PeaceMakers and Plowers of the Field of Love. Listen, can you hear US?  If you cannot hear us then repent because the kingdom of God is still at hand. Amen.






558 Tara Speaks

May 4, 2015

Exercise Playlist
May 4, 2015

The Altar & the Door by Casting Crowns
Battlefield by Jordin Sparks
Centuries by Fall Out Boy
Chandelier by Sia
Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins
Dark Horse (feat. Juicy J) by Katy Perry
Earth Song by Michael Jackson
East to West by Casting Crowns
Elastic Heart by Sia
Every Breath You Take by the Police
God’s Not Dead (Like a Lion) by Newsboys
Great I AM by Phillips, Craig, & Dean
<i>I Will Always Love You</i> by Whitney Houston
<i>Immortals</i> by Fall Out Boy
<i>Islands in the Stream</i> by Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers
<i>The King is Coming</i> by Newsboys
<i>Oceans (Where Feet May Fall)</i> by Hillsong UNITED
<i>Praise You In This Storm</i> by Casting Crowns
<i>Radioactive</i> by Pentatonix with Lindsey Stirling
<i>Set Me Free</i> by Casting Crowns
<i>Shatter Me</i> (feat. Lzzy Hale) by Lindsey Stirling
<i>Testify to Love</i> by Avalon
<i>Titanium</i> by David Guetta
<i>You Won’t Relent</i> by Misty Edwards
<i>Your Great Name</i> by Natalie Grant
<i>What This World Needs</i> by Casting Crowns
<i>Overcomer</i> by Mandisa
<i>The Word is Alive</i> by Casting Crowns</c>

I may not be a gatekeeper anymore, but that doesn’t mean this lady stops exercising in faith, hope, and love these three and the greatest of these is love according to the Apostle Paul in First Corinthians chapter 13. And then there is the Apostle John; First, Second, and Third John are beautiful to my thirsty, nourished, yet wandering prophetic spirit this morning.

Here is the situation for me: my boundaries of ministry have been rocketed into a sphere of something not understood. Let me explain:

I see where I walk now on this Earth each day, each hour, each moment with my family. I wear a shimmering gown of simple shades of white. There is no grey; but there are Shades of White. And I’m always barefoot as I walk among the realms. Used to, I wore a shift but the Lord has decided it is enough of painfully uncovered walks among the oceans of death.

The 144 square cubic wall temple measurements of Revelation 21, <a href=”″>those measurements of my life core,</a> have boundaries. Those boundaries have broadened significantly across the years, and I would suppose they are worldwide. But a body can only walk so much, so I am defining where Tara dwells this morning. And here is what I know because I am known: Satan no longer dwells where I reside and walk day by day. He is banished from Tara’s presence: <center><i>Israel; the Isle of Patmos; Moravian Falls; Texas; New Hampshire; Oklahoma; Colorado; Tennessee; and Mississippi in Jesus’s Name, Amen. May my Beloved rest as I begin to rest in my exercise.

Who is Tara?

According to <a href=”″>my first angelic dream,</a> my angelic name is “Tara” even as that neighborhood street resides on the other side of 290 in the zip code of 78736.

Revelation 6:3-8 3 And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see. And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine. And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

Tara see herself and two other riders. Over her shimmering gown is a breastplate, and it has been necessary to carry two quadruple long blade swords as she rode. They spin as she balances upon the pale horse riding across deserts, mountainous valleys, and even through fields of dainty flowers. Riding, riding, Tara is always riding.

On her right, it is her prophetic husband Isaiah in shimmering full armor who is mounted gallantly strong forevermore with balance upon his countenance as the black horse gallops slightly ahead of Tara’s pale stead in this time, season, age, and within the second and even third watches of prayer.

On her left, there is her angelic husband, and he is wearing what angels wear; with authority a little higher Tara never knows but on the Earth they dress for the occasion as she does day in and day out. He rides the magnificent red horse, and Tara weeps constantly as he rides along with his blond hair rippling in the wind. He is always slightly ahead of them both. Their little chorus of music is timed perfectly. The horses themselves are balanced, strong, determined in purpose, and tireless. In Jesus’s Name, Amen.

Slaying the Giant

The trio of horses ride through marshy, grey fields of war in this little season. The blades twirl and Tara’s brown eyes narrow in determination as she grips her pale stead’s sides to steady herself as they go into the grounds; it is within the confines of America where the horses take them as the earth quakes worldwide.

As the pale horse powers forward, Tara slings both legs to the left, he slows slightly, and she dismounts as both swords twirl and cross while she runs to a stop before her Flesh Husband.

Her prophetic husbands ride on encircling New Hampshire with the pale horse between them still. Tara faces her giant little love of the past in the United States. Four rings on her fingers; a J birthmark beneath the rings on the right hand; and, dirt still streaking her care-worn features, Tara’s eyes and ears remember vividly why she pays a call this morning. She knows how to enter back into dreams and finish the tale. <a href=”″>There is no more slave wife because that one was left heartless, lying in the bedroom of their nightmares in Austin, Texas, at 78736.</a> The bombs exploded; the people fled. And the Giant of Ministerial Christianity past and present awaits her pleasure.

Tara dances encircling her perimeter within the Throne Room this morning with the swords spinning. She constantly is there going ’round and ’round.

Occasionally, she locks arms with her brothers Patrick; one on the left and one on the right. They line dance with those families and turn in perfect rhythm. There are legions and legions of these people with Tara each day, and she hears their war shouts as they keep dancing while shifting North, South, East, and West in perfect rhythm to Testify by Avalon.

Tara walks quietly circling her Husband in the Second Heaven. She smiles to remember how this one has forgiveness retained toward him/her for such a day as this. As she comes back around with the swords swirling with every dance step, she slows to a complete halt while planting both swords in the dirt on each side of her tired feet.

He/she smiles. But that doesn’t cut it with Tara. In one practiced motion, she takes the Head with her right hand while stabbing His Heart and slashing toward His Right Hand to cut it cleanly off with her left hand in Jesus’s Name, Amen.

It is bloodless, this act of love. His lifeless form lies there, she sets her war implements down, and then she collapses on His Left Side to weep softly on His Fallen, Broad Shoulder as she lays her head there a moment. Tears wash his face, his hair, and his torso as she weeps waterfalls of sober love. Occasionally, she glances into the sky to see dawns and sunsets. There are three large blood moons standing full across the heavens within this little time-less season.

And then she looks up into the distance, whistles for the horses to come, and watches them canter up and halt before them both. She rises and walks to the pale horse and kisses his nose as he nestles into her hair. They weep softly altogether, powerfully and quietly waiting.

Tara catches her breath, pauses, and then in a unified grasp with both hands, she pulls the two crimson blankets of the Double Moons off the horse’s broad back and places them around her shoulders there; she is cold, so cold, in all the mists of times past across seven years of tribulation. So bereft she is too; her husbands cry with her for a space of misty time.

<b>Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty Who Was, Who Is, Who Is To Come. Worthy, Worthy, Worthy is the Lamb of God Who Takes the Sin of the World Away. Comforting, Comforting, Comforting is the Holy Spirit Who Teaches and Whispers Love’s Songs Timelessly all the Long Winter Across Seasons, Years, Ages, and Times.</b>

Then, Tara drops to the Husband of Her Youth, takes one blanket off her shoulders, and places it gently over his giant form weeping, weeping, and weeping again as He lies in the dust.

She lays her head upon His Heart and listens to the faint beat. She will wait upon the Lord here in this drain field of death with the Love of her life shallowly breathing. She cut His head off, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone even as his right hand is not dis-membered. We are only disjointed, and she remembers this prophetic memory too though occasionally, Cara still aches in her parts to think upon it so tears fall as she fingers the distinct American Scars across the juggler and right-hand wrist of her Lover.

Tara knows He will arise, and so she will watch and pray still. She bathes the wounds with her tears and removes a little vial of sweetly scented oils from a golden chain encircling her neck. She opens it occasionally and pours the oils upon Him there. And then she drops the vial back under her dress to rest upon her heart as she lays her head upon his fallen form again.

Eagles fly above as they all wait upon the Lord, and one sweeps low and kisses Tara upon the cheek with his golden beak smiling through his tears in the darkness only to rise high again in a silently sweeping, gracious movement. She raises a hand to her cheek, smiles, and then waves at him in a gentle, appreciative gesture. He knows she appreciates him; this comforts Tara betimes.

The Angels of the Earth sing melodiously quiet as Tara lies there. She can hear the gentle strains of their music as they all go about their duties this day. It is a Haunting Episode of Bereavement for them all.

Jesus rides up on His White Stead. He stands guard over the pair weeping in tune with Tara for the fallen of her Beloved 24/7 according to Hebrews chapter 11. He holds out His Right Arm, and the Eagle of the skies comes to rest there according to Psalm 104:24-35 to await His Pleasure.


May 6, 2015: However, it is not as if Little Sister is thrown aside within my soul and emotion life as I allegorically lie heartless on my bed. I am alive and not well. I am sick, actually, very prophetically sick. And there is no cure save to touch the Hem of Jesus. While I look forward to getting to know my own self in the second blog, it is no comfort to me this day to be able to switch prophetic gears, so to speak. Writing this article was a little help along my lonely way. That is all it is; nothing more and nothing less.

There comes a time in every elect Christian life where you no longer withhold yourself from the I AM. I have been there all along while I compassionately worked alongside other ministries and Christian people. This then is my undoing. To be wrong is easy; to be vulnerable to the I AM in faith, hope, and love a privilege; to be comprehending varying facets of passionate love languages among God and people while they misunderstand is lethal to my normal existence. And I’m talking about this combination constantly and at the same time across a season where very few people if any understood what was happening to me. There is no return for Little Sister much less the woman walking on to 2050 with blinders removed and a target painted on my prophetic soul according to Revelation 12, 14, 19, 21, and 22.

Demonic flak is still present in my prophetic surroundings, and just to get additional numeric testimony into <a href=”″>Love & Repentance</a> yesterday cost me yet again. It is time for that sort of ministerial issue to stop. Of this I am sure. And so I will stop it all in Jesus Name as He leads me to do so.

Today, I made a last drive in and through Dripping Springs, Texas. I don’t like Dripping Springs, but I love them. I need to go where I am liked and loved. I need to be with elect Christians whom I like and love. I have never been there. Never. Christians of my acquaintance across about 36 years, and that is one hefty number concerning “666”, may not have hated me, but they have projected just about every other negative emotion self-righteously at me for various prophetic reasons. I dodge it all anymore, but I’m deeply betrayed because I’ve had to hide my own life from the very people whom I thought were supposed to be building me up as I have suffered to do for them. And in the meantime, I am simply exhausted beyond comprehension.

If I don’t like Dripping Springs as a prophetess “Tara” called strangely in this day and age as I am, how does any prophet or prophetess in my ministerial midst imagine I feel about Austin, or for all that matter, Texas? How much weeping does anyone suppose I do in a day keeping house in a place built by a man who committed suicide? I would have moved by now, keeping our home here for the Lord’s will to be brought forth, but we must wait until Curtis retires in five years to be able to afford to leave this prophetic hell hole of my life. And now I just found out I’m “pregnant” again yesterday in a dream I shared in “Love & Repentance”. Oh for crying out loud, pregnant with what sort of unction I must walk through all alone in testimony this time? Five years feels rather long at the moment, but I told Curtis I would wait that long. It is the least I can do for him after what I’ve put my Beaty-Coffey family through.

I am closing and locking heavenly opening doors in my bedroom, in the upper level bedroom, and outside on the porch in this article. And then over the next three days, I am locking the Golden Wood as Mary Hannah babysits in that neighborhood. The keys are blog articles later, linking this one, which declare the heavenly openings of Texas open again in Jesus Name.

Tara slayed the Giant, or second beast if you will, in love being perfected by the Sword of the Bible in the Name of Jesus. I was allowed a little space to even love the Giant in the modern day though King David was not allowed to accomplish such a love sling in the Old Testament. One step at a time, we elect of God are moving closer and closer to continuing in greater works than Jesus Christ through His Powerful Love as the wife of the Lamb. All glory to God this is my testimony today.

In Loving Memory
Uncle Rudy Klonek~oldest son of Frank & Soledad Klonek
1921 until May 8, 2015

Uncle Rudy is highly esteemed, may he rest in peace. He was our gentle, compassionate leader; married to his dear wife Aunt Olga for 66 years. He passed away on what would have been his mother’s 115th birthday. The next day, Robert Hilton Beaty, Jr. celebrated his 81st birthday in Jesus Name, Amen.

On May 18, 2015, many of my dear maternal family went to Our Lady of Sorrows Catholic Church in San Antonio, Texas, to celebrate the life of Uncle Rudy. We then went to Fort Sam Houston for his burial. Uncle Rudy was a cavalryman in WWIi. How deeply precious and poignant to have witnessed such beauty. This church is where Uncle Rudy & Aunt Olga, and my parents, were married. It is where I was baptized as a baby. Uncle Edward John and Aunt Carmen were both attending Uncle Rudy’s high mass and burial just as they are my godparents from my infant baptism in the Catholic Church. I was released from my seven year tribulation testimony on May 18, 2015 thereby being made able to un-publish seven pages of my blog to come out from under demonic torment. In this season, I can be free until such time as my testimony is not rejected/ignored by American Christian people. Thank You Jesus.

Prophetess note: Uncle Edward John Klonek died on my parents’ anniversary the next year in March of 2016 even as my father died three hours before my 28th wedding anniversary in February of 2016.


566 Jesus Hugged Richard
March 25,2015

Two evenings ago, our sixth child Alva Richard had a waking dream experience. As he was trying to go to sleep, he began to dream. He watched himself get out of bed and walk out the front door. And then he went down the stairs and onto the porch which connects the front of our house to the back of my parents’s house.

As Richard walked onto the porch, he broke through into the heavenly realms. I know this because he told me that the sky went white with light. I get the impression that his surroundings did as well.

And then, Jesus walked up and hugged Richard. He couldn’t see the Face of Jesus, but Richard said he began to cry.

I asked him why he began to cry, and he said it was because he was comforted.

I know this incident happened in two places: Moravian Falls in North Carolina and here in Austin, Texas.

Thank You Jesus….thank You Holy Spirit…..thank You God the Father for allowing Alva Richard to show us this beautiful testimony.

Thank You, oh God the Father, for naming him in the night watches so many years ago in his middle name. We don’t understand the purposes of it, but as his mother, I know a relevance to this wakeful dream incident deep in my spirit though I cannot put it into words because while I’m known, while we all are known, I don’t actually know exactly anything except that I’m thankful and comforted tonight.

Alva Richard is the child who was born in our living room in 45 minutes on March 12, 2001. I’m smiling to say talk about a thousand years is as a day! Not really, but it was funny to watch everyone spring into action around me as I delivered my son on all fours on the living room floor. I still laugh at myself. My mother-in-law sat on the couch and called 911. Suffice it to say how I know you cannot have the head of a baby crowning and talk on the phone at the same time.

Curtis caught Richard and was so strung out on adrenaline that a fireman came in to cut Richard’s chord because Daddy was too busy ripping apart a towel to try to get a clean strip to tie off before he did it.

What a night. Now, Richard is 14 years old, getting taller every day, and a lot of fun to be with. We were laughing tonight remembering how Richard was the only one of my children who threw a blueberry fit in a store once. None of my other children ever made quite that display. I was pointing out to him in our discussion how all of us have our strong points and we have our weak points.

Fixing my computer, setting me up to keep writing, and cleaning out clogged drains are some of Richard’s strong points. He doesn’t throw fits anymore. My son loves Jesus, and I’m looking forward to his work in the Kingdom of God. I’m also looking forward to your children working in the Kingdom of God, and then there are the grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Yes, this is what I like to write because it is what I live 24/7.


Psalm 7

Lord my God, in thee do I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me:

Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

Lord my God, If I have done this; if there be iniquity in my hands;

If I have rewarded evil unto him that was at peace with me; (yea, I have delivered him that without cause is mine enemy:)

Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yea, let him tread down my life upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust. Selah.

Arise, O Lord, in thine anger, lift up thyself because of the rage of mine enemies: and awake for me to the judgment that thou hast commanded.

So shall the congregation of the people compass thee about: for their sakes therefore return thou on high.

The Lord shall judge the people: judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity that is in me.

Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end; but establish the just: for the righteous God trieth the hearts and reins.

10 My defence is of God, which saveth the upright in heart.

11 God judgeth the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day.

12 If he turn not, he will whet his sword; he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.

13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.

14 Behold, he travaileth with iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood.

15 He made a pit, and digged it, and is fallen into the ditch which he made.

16 His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own pate.

17 I will praise the Lord according to his righteousness: and will sing praise to the name of the Lord most high.

Psalm 50

The mighty God, even the Lord, hath spoken, and called the earth from the rising of the sun unto the going down thereof.

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.

Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence: a fire shall devour before him, and it shall be very tempestuous round about him.

He shall call to the heavens from above, and to the earth, that he may judge his people.

Gather my saints together unto me; those that have made a covenant with me by sacrifice.

And the heavens shall declare his righteousness: for God is judge himself. Selah.

Hear, O my people, and I will speak; O Israel, and I will testify against thee: I am God, even thy God.

I will not reprove thee for thy sacrifices or thy burnt offerings, to have been continually before me.

I will take no bullock out of thy house, nor he goats out of thy folds.

10 For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills.

11 I know all the fowls of the mountains: and the wild beasts of the field are mine.

12 If I were hungry, I would not tell thee: for the world is mine, and the fulness thereof.

13 Will I eat the flesh of bulls, or drink the blood of goats?

14 Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High:

15 And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.

16 But unto the wicked God saith, What hast thou to do to declare my statutes, or that thou shouldest take my covenant in thy mouth?

17 Seeing thou hatest instruction, and casteth my words behind thee.

18 When thou sawest a thief, then thou consentedst with him, and hast been partaker with adulterers.

19 Thou givest thy mouth to evil, and thy tongue frameth deceit.

20 Thou sittest and speakest against thy brother; thou slanderest thine own mother’s son.

21 These things hast thou done, and I kept silence; thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself: but I will reprove thee, and set them in order before thine eyes.

22 Now consider this, ye that forget God, lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver.

23 Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me: and to him that ordereth his conversation aright will I shew the salvation of God.

His Golden Wood on Rivers International

The attack in spirit was so bad this early morning of 10/11/2017 that I almost hit delete on before I wrote this article. Goodbye world. I’m raptured. Leave me be. I will now live free. Children, get to know me again. That’s all I ask and I’m talking to 13 children plus the children of Bobby Conner and Mahesh Chavda with their parents, all of them.

No worries about John Paul. He and I met a few times already Hebrews and Revelation 11 style. Yay GOD!

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