Jericho March’s August 2018 Part One

America destroyed so many of us and continues to do so. Our LORD is calling for the destruction of the Catholic Church today, and yesterday, worldwide–they are raping children and hiding it for years, for years, for years and this is the mind of the humans to figure a way to justify it.

There is no justification at a global church level for harming children any more than there is at the home and congregation level of the Protestant Church. If you have molested and/or raped a child or an adult, turn yourself into the police and serve proper time. Get castrated. Show God that you love now; don’t show Him anything else. If you are privileged to get out of jail, get a job and pay your bills. It is that simple really. Call on the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ practically like this and you are saved (John 3:16).

Here is a prayer initiative. It is time again; and I wonder today as a prophetess how many more days like this I am going to say “It is Time” as a prophetess. I will leave this to God, yes I will, and I will rejoice, pray without ceasing, and give thanks for this is the will of God for me in Christ Jesus.

This prayer initiative is reconstructed in August of 2018

This prayer initiative was written from June through September of 2013

Circles of Love

July 19, 2013

I sit at this new computer desk and testify of ashes to ashes and dust to dust for twenty-four forevermore years. And this is the question I asked Lucifer this morning, “Exactly where is the Sting of Death, you Bastard Angel?” I walked in the blue black dawn of mourning for the first time that I can remember, and this question burst forth.

It happened after I walked the uppermost hill of this neighborhood and saw the most beautifully pink sunrise over Texas. All of a sudden, I couldn’t see the wander-lust of Lucifer so much though I have been required to gaze at his music five years. But I go now to my garden to burn some prayer lists that are wholly Anathema to me. ***I went out to the garden behind our dog yard out back and enacted this prayer all glory to God***

So I came into the house. My fingers of the right hand kept getting burned, and it was muddy. I was viewing the mess of our lives. I will go to the stove now and make quick work of this second jar of hearts that will become ashes shortly.

Should I break the brown striped bowl that was the gift of my children because of its contents and testimony? No, no, I cannot break the pain of my life because it is that cross which has brought forth the Secret Place for me. I will place it and the unopened seeds into my mother’s pretty basket and set it all on the refrigerator top to remember. 

Vows betray, and the paper vow of my youth is broken August 15, 2018 because I have forsaken all for I AM. I forsake all for I AM. I eternally forsake all for I AM in Jesus Name, amen. This is a mystery, and I speak of Christ and the Church; I speak of the male headship of elect following Jesus around doing His will which is the Will of the Father (Revelation 14)

February 27, 2013, dawned very early for me at 1:52 and 1:53 a.m. because the Lord desired to minister a new song to me. I had dreamed of a certain game of Monopoly and a little girl who brought it to us in my living room before I awoke. And then the horror of all horrors in my prayer life began. (It ended August 14, 2018 even as I just referenced Revelation 14 all glory to God.)

But on Friday, July 19, 2013, I awoke at 4:44 a.m. and inquired of the Lord what He would do with me at this early hour. And I took two crimson blankets, one crimson pillow, and my music to the floor at the feet of Judas Iscariot. The Holy Spirit was There, He is Here, He is here.

I am hungry now so I will go drink my coffee and eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich from my youth out of remembrance. My Mother is Mary, and she is so faithful the world is not worthy of her. She has fed me comfort and I thank her today. But I cry to remember how my daddy suffers so, and he has watched all things of death and he yet praises the King of kings.

Esther Grace Coffey awoke to watch her cartoons, but she was curious of the smell of fire in the kitchen where my ashes sit. After I break this fast I will place those ashes on my bookcase and in the fifth windowless bedroom but not until my daughter awakes. I have seven of them and Lucifer protects them for me; it was a deal we made, he and I, years and years ago but not before time began; Lilith knew but forgot. I never forget the deep truth of my life according to 2 John in Jesus Name, amen.

I know who is in my living room, and so I go today to clean my house. It is unruly; dirty; and a bit of a confused mess. But that is okay because I know how the ox is in my stalls and I rejoice in labor to keep the stalls of the King with my sisters. Tomorrow awaits in all of its splendor of love, rest, and prayers that I will carry with me around a certain lake in Austin.


7/19/2013 1:11 p.m. The testimony is blotted out of @artbycara (Twitter)’s life. amen.

I identify with Tamar, you see. For I have breached the contracts of my first dead husband Isaiah though

And perhaps one day the twin names written in my heart will come forth. Ryan is here now, though, and I love him so much. And then there is my Bar None Valentine who is a beautiful “blue” black boy. I care for them as I did the children of my youth. There is no Anathema in this heavenly place at all anymore, Hallelujah!! 

Genesis 38:23-26 Then Judah said, “Let her keep what she has, or we will become a laughingstock. After all, I did send her this young goat, but you didn’t find her.”

About three months later Judah was told, “Your daughter-in-law Tamar is guilty of prostitution, and as a result she is now pregnant.” Judah said, “Bring her out and have her burned to death!”

As she was being brought out, she sent a message to her father-in-law. “I am pregnant by the man who owns these,” she said. And she added, “See if you recognize whose seal and cord and staff these are.” Judah recognized them and said, “She is more righteous than I, since I wouldn’t give her to my son Shelah.” And he did not sleep with her again.

Silent Wanderings

July 20, 2013

4:44 a.m. found me at our black top driveway this morning, trying to light the little torch bought at HEB yesterday. I had placed those awful letters I had written since the last week of February, 2013 into a metal kitchen bowl that I have used for burning paper. There I stood, trying to hold the ignition button with my thumb while lighting the flame with another finger, but my hands are too weak. 

God help me, that walk was awful and there were many tears. I don’t even know why I was crying, but I think there were perhaps four witnesses with me. 

5:44 found me standing before the Unity Candle of my daughter’s wedding. that sits on my dresser. A small, worthless vow witnessed the time for me. He had come into the house as I was walking and placed the ashes of those letters into a square pretty shell box that a little enmity bought for my birthday a year or two ago. I cannot remember. It is lined with a soft white felt, and now that beauty is stained with the ashes of my degradation–so I threw it away for her sake and mine in July of 2018. This box is on my bookshelf in the dining room. A small vow finished the ashes and then anointed all four walls of our bedroom, the living room, and the dining room with olive oil. So we were ready, the Candle had been burning since before 4:44, and then our prayers were lifted up. I came against that Witch Jezebel who is spoken in Revelation 2. She was removed from 78736 and sent to the abyss in Jesus Name.

I was exhausted at this point. That is normal for this prophetess. 

I am praying for restoration in the meantime. I truly know what it means to live within Psalm 23, and that is where I stayed during this whole time. But there was another biblical passage that was coming forth at this point that I will end this piece with this morning. I cry now, and Kiss the Rain by Yiruma is playing.
I have kissed the rain, you see. I have kissed the fire, the wind, and the storms. And I have said, “Here am I, Lord, send me.” He honored me, He did send me. And during my walk I only could remember how much largess I had wasted. I could only remember the un-profitable-ness of my service; the many times I did not trim my lamp; and the talent I kept to myself and did not invest for the kingdom of God on this earth.
Oh I AM, please forgive me. Please forgive me. I ask one more time, please forgive me. Before these prayers came forth, I had laid on a clean dog blanket in front of our fish tank, you see. I laid there as the Canaanite Woman again. (I had learned the appeal process according to the Canaanite Woman in the Bible and wrote of it in volume one of “Uncovered No More”.)

6:44 a.m. saw me awaking from my short nap, and by this time I knew I was known so perfectly it is incomprehensible. But before I fell asleep the second time, I realized I had not addressed Leviathan the same way I had addressed Jezebel. I pondered it and thought I AM would protect me and have the men of God in my life, the witnesses of my degradation, come against that Bastard king. But that was not what happened. So now, I must enter into numeric prophecy for a moment and testify accurately so that it can be understood what happened to me. When I looked at the time after my short nap, it was 6:44 that turned into 6:45. I saw both times. And that means that the “six” of my life saw a new beginning and judgment beginning in the House of God in the same moment.

The other thing that happened before I took my nap was that I placed the pocket of my painful prayers along with a rusty screw and bracket that I had found in the kitchen before my walk into the shell box, along with my black head band. Then I fell into that restorative slumber, awoke and witnessed the times, and let Val out of his crate. Val is my standard poodle puppy, and he is the one that awakened me around 4:01 this morning because he needed to go potty, poor fellow.

There I was again, just like that early morning in a late month of 2008 (as the Holy Spirit brought Second John to me the first time).

I grabbed our New King James One Year Bible and sat on the couch just like I had done with my brother’s Bible in my insane degradation in 2008. And with Leviathan’s army in my living room, I read Second John again but out loud this time.

Second John is written on December 6 for the One Year Bible. And therefore, since I went ahead in time as I am allowed to do as a gatekeeper, I read Second John on December 6, 2013, again, and in my living room while the Bastard king who has tormented me across four generations listened.

But this time, I know who I am, and I know I AM taught me who I am for forty years. So I prayed that last prayer, in my living room while the sweat of my seventh walk in a figure eight was drying in my hair and body, and I addressed king Leviathan for this nation, and the world. December 6, 2013 is a digit pattern of 6-6-6-6. In addition, Second John has one chapter, and it is of thirteen verses. So Second John 1:1-13 is a pattern of 2,013 in the chapter and verse reference. As it is written, so I pray let it be done. In Jesus’s Name, Amen.

Psalm 23:5-6 “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

<b>I state boldly, as I stand before the Throne of God: I cry now, and I know why I cry at least a little bit because I found October Baby’s theme song this morning on my Spotify, and it is playing right now.

God be praised, and the fact that the government of Texas just passed a law of balance for women the past two weeks is testimony to what I write. Thank you, Chris Sligh, for singing “Broken (Beautiful)” to me this morning. Your praises, and mine, rise up in the Early Dawn of my New Day, and our tears of prayers are numbered oh people of I AM, every first and last one.</b>

My Sonrise

July 20, 2013

The prayers are sealed. God knows and I never did.

11:11 AM

This was the second vow of my youth; it is gone as much as the first one as of Christmas of 2017; now, in Jesus Name, I break the last vow which had to do with November 19, 2016, for justice and vengeance are GOD’s business and none of mine–the only vow left is to my Lord’s Sight, and it is to never wear all black as a helper to Death Angels spoken in the Bible all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen. This is forevermore; I am white, I wear black, but I will try not to wear all black. Not because I resist death or death resists me. Just because I fear GOD above everybody else thee.

But I do not feel that we understand enough what the Apostle John meant when he wrote to the elect lady that sentence of Second John 1:12. No, I do not think we understand that face to face concept so very well at all. But perhaps it is time, for many of us do understand what the Apostle Paul said in First Corinthians 13 when he spoke of not fully understanding until we are Face to face.

It is my faith, and my hope, that the writings of love from the Apostle John and that book of Jude and those books of Brother Paul will forevermore be understood more fully now because our dreams, they need to come true with the gold blade of the Double Edged Sword of the Word of God.

Weeping in Knowledge

July 21, 2013

3:33 a.m. came, and it went, because I cannot move past March 12, 2013, when I began to weep for him, all of them. 

I did not awaken any human this morning but sat on the couch and waited for the 3:33 of my mourning. It is that time almost for the second though lesser full moon, and I will pray this morning so I don’t have to weep for him too; yeah, I should leave him in his degradation but I cannot because please, dear Father, may I ask of You that stone, and snake?
For I will take them and throw them back to the fathers who were ignorant in their sin as they slept with their wives, their sisters, in silent and pure darkness. They did not weep, you see, yet I remember the World Wars and realize they could not weep because of horrors that fell down to the earth for those awful years. And the brothers and sisters, they worked feverishly from the West in their silent sin in order to free Richard from his Israeli distress.
In so doing, we prepared a place for him to be able to move out of so much suffering and find rest for his soul of broken bones and pain beyond belief for fourteen years running. (This is concerning Richard Wurmbrand of Voice of the Martyrs, whom our sixth child is named after in the middle name.)

I know Jericho fell all those years ago. I have decided to go around my Jericho eight days, with three and a half miles added in. Ah, this is she who is Rachael who weeps because her children are no more, but she has done it in comfort betimes. (Isaiah 32)

Babylon, oh Babylon, I will not weep for the destruction of your walls though I can weep for the souls who love you too much. Ill placed compassion does not fit me very well, and the Apostle John says there is some sin for which I should not pray at all. I will obey him now, and I trust the I AM to know the proper prayers to pray at the proper time and the proper place.

I will go slumber again now. It is four o-clock in the mourning, and I think I will see if I can slumber past the 4:44 of my life in that knowledge which is being purified by watching and waiting.

Then, I will arise to the new dawn again and walk, but I will break my fast this time. Human men of my time and place tire of my weeping and pain–they are my betrayers with Diana the goddess, Jezebel the murderer, and Delilah the raping woman.

I am weary of watching the sons and daughters of humanity persecute themselves with starvings, gluttony, and all else of idolatry. But in that place, they serve the prince of the world and not the I AM Who is the Creator of the Universe, and I will not pray for them. I leave them be in their free will inside of time. Cara steps outside of time just now June 2013 through August of 2018 all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen.

I will leave them to I AM and His Precious Love where I imagine His Soul is tormented forevermore in multiplied fashion that I dare not comprehend lest I be slain by the true reality of it. (These are nightmares of I AM which I see and have seen and it is to come as well but I have learned to close the door of terror upon my nightmares that are His somehow. It is all glory to God.)

I AM is bound by the rainbow though He wished to destroy them beforehand. When I see in my Night Mares, I wish He I AM God Father had. But no! For I need fellowship; HE I AM is the Only ProVision of Fellowship. amen.

I will pray for Cain, Esau, and Judas Iscariot but only if they have not blasphemed our Comfort and Consolation Holy Spirit who comforts that comforter who is the mother of I AM’s children who sinned treacherously in purest knowledge.

That last, she has been first in the most awful way. But I will never pray for those who blaspheme the Comforter forevermore. Instead, I will agree with the weeping of Jesus now and trust my Love, but not my will be done, oh Father:

Matthew 23:37 & 38: “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not! Behold, your house is left unto you desolate.” In Jesus’s Name, Amen.

7:11 a.m. is when I awoke from my deepest darkest night of royal prayers. {I witnessed 7:11 a.m. on 7/22/2013 as well, and that was 24 hours this time; there is much I realized by then as I continued to wear my heart on my left hip.}

I wore my heart on my left hip; now it is time to tell of that wakeful dream I had that day years ago when I mopped the upstairs living room on my hands and knees. I saw President George Bush mopping up the blood of the babies, and then I saw this thick damnable wall of dark grey stone, but it was not as dark as my VW Routan that I drive now (in 2013).

It was close, though. And there were the sober remnant saints standing on dry land, and they witnessed this atrocity of a damn silently. Blood was on the other side, and it was about one inch, maybe a little more, below the top. And now I ask which mother really wants to kill her child? No matter where we live the world over, we don’t want to kill them. Rachael, she weeps the world over because they are no more.

And then I remember how the Apostle John married Virginia last year after many years of suffering, so much suffering. The Apostle John said, Please Mom, Don’t Break my Heart, but she did.

And she loved her hate. That pure man of God forgave her, testified, and moves on to fight with every breath he breathes those people who should definitely have a millstone tied around their necks so they can be cast into the Sea because it is better that they had never been born. And I asked again though it pained me, I asked which of my brothers suffered the most? Was it Richard Wurmbrand or John Borgstedt? 

These questions are too deep, and I do not answer them because only I AM knows. Suffering, it seems to me this morning, has come, or shortly will come, full circle. But I don’t like that because suffering is not a circle. It is an abomination that is square but calls itself a triangle. I am speaking of Synagogue of Satan from the book of Revelation here, and it is demolished liberally, of which I have recently testified in 2018. I will not link it. Seek, oh human, and you will find. Jesus can open the doors of your life but free will of humans must always walk through them and use the Narrow Path to persevere on the Earth as it is in Heaven of glory to glory all glory to God.

I drank full caffeine this morning though I rarely do, but I had decaff when I broke my fast with a piece of peanut butter and jelly toast as I watched 4:44 and 4:45 come and go. My battery was recharged as I slept again, and it is at one hundred percent but I am not; yeah my time has come again; I will walk alone in this new day because it is good for me to be alone sometimes.

Please God, your little daughter asks that as she walks this morning, please may I not be scared of the dogs who growl and bare their teeth at me? Please God for the sake of righteous Noah, and unrighteous Lot, may I walk this last valley of the shadow of death without the fear that so easily entangles me?

And now, here at the end of my writing, I will testify of one other vision I had as I walked down the greatest hill here on Weir Loop in Austin, Texas. There were two apostles whom I called for help, you see. And they answered my phone. I was crying and afraid because the bear, she came to me. I was on a high mountain top, and I didn’t know where to go because I have never been there. I have never been there but I was there though I really didn’t understand how it could be so; I never do.

And I was deathly afraid for the bear had already eaten my child; and her cub and she ran out the door of the American Ministerial Complex that day. So here she was again, and I was walking desperately.

But that is when this bear turned sweet that day, and my lamb (Cara Ann) sat under a tree and petted the mother bear who had tormented my family four generations ago. I am still shocked by this vision, and I don’t know what it means but I am happy to remember it now as I walk alone in this midnight of faith, hope, and love these three. (This wakeful dream was on a walk in this neighborhood, and it was Apostle Paul and Apostle John who I called–they had no discord in the New Testament; behold, Apostle Peter the Rock carried that with Apostle Paul and it kills me; it kills me; their suffering continually kills me for they are love and cold love is nothing but hate, defined in Synagogue of Satan as imposter human male and female; female and male.)


5:39 AM 8/14/2018 I have seen His Face Weeping. Now I weep some more amen.

**It is duly noted that I watched my phone time turn to 3:33 p.m. today (2013) and my phone battery was at 77 percent this time. Another twelve hours are represented in this blog article as well. We are sitting in my dark gray VW Routan in the parking lot of Cabela’s in Buda, TX.  

How I had to strike my sisters and brothers of Christ in America is the Tear (Tare) of Time I will soberly carry until all tears are wiped away. Oh Lord Jesus, I say in tears of dawning joy, oh Comforter God, Oh Father of Time and Eternity, how I long for That Day.

6:06 p.m. (7/22/2013): I just now put a couple of more details in this blog article, and before this I had napped. I am so tired it is beyond words unexplainable. And I don’t know what to do about the Proverbs 31 Woman blog articles I have written, you see. {Those blog articles were deleted because I had to repent for being hasty with that decision of getting a job, and I cannot know if I am supposed to get a job yet so it isn’t time.}

10:00 p.m. on July 22, 2013, finds me sitting in our old Coleman camping chair on our drain field. There sits my second full moon, and Eara Abigail just came to say goodnight. Eara turned 16 August 13, 2018, and I say forevermore to my seventh child and fifth daughter: Good Morning my Love Dove. Good Morning to you with each day washed anew in the blood of the Lamb and word of testimony according to Revelation 12 world and time-wide all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen.

My moon stood atop our house almost exactly in the middle, and can one ever walk off those of family? I walked off so help me God and in Jesus Name, amen. I wish, oh yes I pray, that those Towers of Babel, may come crumbling down in humility some day.

It was this writing that told me I needed to do another eight day walk of the figure eight in this neighborhood, which is the fifth blog article of this series now. I was so exhausted it is unimaginable, and so was Curtis. But Jesus Christ carried us. Yes, He did.

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