I think the greatest human difficulty that America must overcome is embarrassment toward God Father. He loves humans so much sexual, intense pleasure physically and emotionally human to human doesn’t even scratch the surface. UNDERSTATEMENT.
Loves Human, just stay open.
Bill Vanderbush taught today. I gave Bill Hart two holy kisses–one on each cheek of his dear face and he prayed like the Lion Jesus and we all agreed. Powerful stuff, that! And I gave Bill Vanderbush a holy kiss so Bethel is good in California.
Anyway, a certain Justin was a california boy looking 33 year old man one time. I told Patrick so. He was speechless the very few times I talked about my life to him. I don’t talk about my life to Coffeys. They persecute me verbally if I do. There are a few exceptions and Patrick is one of them. I know Jesus forgives my family Coffey. Thank You Jesus. It’s going to be OK. But that doesn’t mean my heart wasn’t ripped out today as a prophetess. No, it doesn’t.
As Bill taught, the world saw the real gold of Judah New Jerusalem when a man of God–Bill–and a Prophetess in the office of it–me–ministered in a New Jerusalem place free. I can’t quit hurting unless I go to Austin Cathedral about once a month.
Why? That is the only church in Austin where Esther and I can worship freely. They do it with us. As I said: it’s going to be OK. But that doesn’t mean my heart wasn’t ripped out at the root of it today. Anyway…….here is the art I started before I left as Bill was teaching.
Why did I leave while Bill was teaching? Because there was enough power of God in that place to cause issues if I had stayed in the manifest presence of God. And, a woman with the last name of Arrington who is in the political realm had already had an accident this last week that I picked up on on Twitter. The woman is surviving. But there were fatalities.
Why does that matter here? 1. she is a part of the resistance Jesus is in charge of on the earth even as I had prophesied numerous times in ten years. 2. the last name Arrington is in my story as the married name of the last child of Soledad and Frank Klonek. Mom was #9. Aunt Cris was #10. Her married name is Arrington.
I do no harm. I left after Bill couldn’t even start teaching without some of the electrical equipment spazzing out. It was high winds today. And that is that. We elect know when the power is high so I decided to let it go, so to speak. But I do think we could have continued to worship for hours. For hours. For hours and none of us would have complained or even been aware of time flying away. It is all glory to God how my testimony is true.
One more thang, 1966 hippie style, Baby: Boogie Child by BeeGees is playing for us charismatic weirdo Austin-ites. Here we go: I done walked into HEB barefoot and YMCA barefoot because I was a standin’ on holy ground.
They were both Dripping Springs cuz my Jones, the Judah Stan Jones family, live there. Leave it to Bill Hart to say the wrong thang: Bill, today you had to rain on my barefoot, worshiping prophetess self and mention Todd Bentley! LOLOL. Me and Bill can argue. We do things different. That is “normal Texan”. To argue. Shaboopie!
To be clear, Babes: I just booted freaking Bentley out because John Paul Jackson may or may not show up at Austin Cathedral. I dunno, ya’ll. It’s gonna be interesting forevermore. John Paul trumps Todd Bentley. Duh!
And…………..yuppers. That was the first church I ever worshiped barefoot, Babes. Big as day in the River up there, I done danced barefoot. So we good, Loves & Beloved. We good. It makes no sense. I never make any sense at all. *snarky laugh*
Richard Thomas, Psalms–Pt. 5
But I printed AMPC here because I ain’t upsettin’ Bobby Conner. He an AMPC Southern Baptist and lemme tell ya’ll something: that makes even less sense than I make on a regular basis. Not Bobby Conner. The Southern Baptist thang going on with Bobby Conner–is what I’m talking about. He’s the one that drives, or drove, a Subaru like Curtis used to and he shook Curtis’s hand at the back of Austin Cathedral one time directly after which my #mannaMama Mary Virginia up and hugged Bobby Conner big as day and I could see Bobby Conner thinking, oh my goodness, this is divine appointment. He is as careful as God Father and Jesus Son. Today, my mama and Curtis watched “Captain America: Winter Soldier” together on our new DirectTV. *shake my head–this is hilarious divine appointment all around*
I want Mahesh & Bonnie Chavda to remember that I done told you and told you in 2015~2016 on these blogs that have come and gone like rain in a Texas Summer how I am only an innocent by-stander all the time. The rest of you are a cult!
SO all that’s how I know even though those Coffeys need to get over themselves, honestly-speaking, Isaiah is seeing to that snatch-o-rama (Jude & ArchAngel Michael) right Texas-well.
Now Bobby Conner, me thinks you need to move the backside of Eagle’s View Ministries to Austin, Texas, instead of a measly little ole PO Box off somewhere or other out in the Texas Boondocks but I know. I know. That ain’t none of my business. I wish Christians and relatives could mind their own business. Understatement.
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is he who considers the weak and the poor; the Lord will deliver him in the time of evil and trouble.
2 The Lord will protect him and keep him alive; he shall be called blessed in the land; and You will not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
3 The Lord will sustain, refresh, and strengthen him on his bed of languishing; all his bed You [O Lord] will turn, change, and transform in his illness.
4 I said, Lord, be merciful and gracious to me; heal my inner self, for I have sinned against You.
5 My enemies speak evil of me, [saying], When will he die and his name perish?
6 And when one comes to see me, he speaks falsehood and empty words, while his heart gathers mischievous gossip [against me]; when he goes away, he tells it abroad.
7 All who hate me whisper together about me; against me do they devise my hurt [imagining the worst for me].
8 An evil disease, say they, is poured out upon him and cleaves fast to him; and now that he is bedfast, he will not rise up again.
9 Even my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted (relied on and was confident), who ate of my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.
10 But You, O Lord, be merciful and gracious to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
11 By this I know that You favor and delight in me, because my enemy does not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, You have upheld me in my integrity and set me in Your presence forever.
13 Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting [from this age to the next, and forever]! Amen and Amen (so be it).
10:08 PM Central: on a list, “Fanny (Be Tender With My Love)” by the BeeGees began to play just now. I wasn’t going to tell this testimony today. But now I will. Fanny is a Latin baby name. In Latin, the meaning of the name Fanny is: From France, or free one. And I already suffered through the testimony of my freedom today, painful as it is.
Today, I went to the mass at St. Catherine’s but went directly to the small chapel off the main one–after remembering my baptism by dipping fingers in the water and signing the cross as Father Pat kindly taught me to do in 2016. See, Loves? It takes US ALL. I told you that and told you that. Why do you still hurt your little sister? Why? Why?
I sat there by myself working through my social media today–I now have two Twitter pages and keep one on my phone that Angels have specifically protected. I certainly didn’t do it. If you think this is the first time I’ve had intervention with my devices, that stupid assumption is simply funny. I’ve met the angel, and shaken his hand, who is in charge around about here. It was an unmarked vehicle. That was in 2016.
Anyhow. I was sitting there dealing with a very complicated Twitter life under unction of the Holy Spirit. In walks a quiet, tall, gentle, Man. He buttoned his uppermost button of his shirt as he kept kneeling in prayer.
I accessed a YouTube video to pass on, again, under unction of the Holy Spirit, and thought since I’d turned down my device volume YouTube was also turned down. It wasn’t. This is the second time I’ve had a “something” speak up in the Catholic Church.
Um, another gentle man was taking communion the first time right after I embarrassed myself and this gal named Rita was rather rude but sat next to me and I was glad for it because I ain’t Catholic. I’m just registered and have had a holy kiss from Father Pat on the step of the Adoration Chapel one time in 2016. Ahem.
So I turned to the quiet One, told Him I was sorry twice, and He just kept praying. Yes, evidently, He does talk to Himself. God, help me here. I wanted to hug Him. But it wasn’t time for that. It was time for Cara to swim in Buda, hard-crash outta second heaven three times, and finish this day stupendously, wondrously, telling the world that God Father is in Austin, Texas and He and I got to be together for a few minutes in a little chapel in a catholic church after 7:30 AM Central all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen.
God help me. It’s so beautiful to be me. I didn’t do this. HE DID.
You Never Let Go by Matt Redman is now playing. See? It really is going to be KK. OK. WHATever in Jesus Name, amen. Diamonds by Rihanna–yes my Loves. I was born in April for such a testimony as this. Diamond is my birthright, my birth stone, and my life song of 1 Corinthians 13 all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen. Don’t ever underestimate your love life details with God Father, God Son, and God Holy Spirit.
I cried and came down again when he talks about his dream with his mother. Beatles with an “a” is singing for Beaty with an “a”. 😘❤️😭
*holy kiss from Cara Bc*