Tower of Babel Part Three


August 22, 2018: They call me and God destroyers. I will keep defending me and God for a 52 year life and forevermore. How will I do that? Live love. Leave the rest to God. You did this. Now live with it, america in Jesus Name, amen. There is a J. Don’t pretend. To think that you have what was never my friend.



Tower of Babel, Part Five

July 23, 2013


I’m a lover of the living Soul of the Son of God and Man. And we will do what we do but it is no glory to you, oh mortal flesh around me, that you stand back in fear, in arrogance, in shame, in this and in that and you keep smiling when I get hit. You are competing still when competition is not acceptable in the New Jerusalem and God Father will love you to a point of abandonment to His will here on earth or in the second heaven.

He will do that or you will be judged to lock yourself into hell and burn until you are destroyed by your own free will. I never touched that side of God because it is Human–and Jesus already died and arose. I fail to see why you keep crucifying me in spirit life to get to Human Jesus who is on the earth. I fail to see what good it is doing you to sequester yourself from me and laugh at me behind my back in 2018. My mother is dying and Austin still treats me this way.


I have been weeping with I AM for quite some time. I had a wakeful dream early this year some time where I AM was sitting with His Sore Right Hand clasped against His Chest, and I wrote a poem about it that is somewhere on this blog. I was skating on the frozen ocean of America, and my robes were rainbow colored. At other times, I was sitting in the Lap of I AM and stroking the Arm from Psalm 74, anointing It with my tears. That psalm’s number is the reciprocal of my age, you see. And now, I can say I know what it is to eat the bread of king leviathan in my living room that was a wilderness.

8:55 a.m. saw me coming in from my first walk, explained below. I wore a white hat this time, and I got hot so I took it off some of the time. And on the high hill, I took my hat off and was neither male or female to the angels, you see.

I then stopped at the sign and rested a minute as I pulled my phone out to do some math on the calculator. And that is when I realized why I couldn’t finish my peanut butter and jelly sandwich this morning because I was sick to my stomach. Here is the math of my life: 47 years of natural life is what is seen in the flesh. 40 years of spiritual life because I was saved at the age of seven. 33 years of chains around my neck and demonic oppression within my body because the wife of that man who performed a stupid ceremony told me she saw chains around my neck. She also told me that every other sentence of mine was Bible. (Due to the sin issues of this statement, my father died for me the righteous way. That was around 9:45 PM on February 3, 2016, and didn’t you remember america that I froze hell on earth! I froze hell on earth! I froze hell on earth! Just go look what I did February 4, 1989. And then I bore children for I AM in spite of their despising me 24/7, 24/7, 24/7/365…………………………………………………………………………………………………………)

I pondered these things many years until this morning at the stop sign at Vikki Terrace and Michael Dale. And then, 24 years of marriage which started at that place having relevance with slavery of them: 47 + 40 + 33 + 24 = 144 years old. No wonder I’ve felt like I lived a ton of lifetimes. And you see, I know what it means to have one year equal one thousand of them because I understand a little bit now exactly who the 144,000 of Revelation is talking about.

But I suppose I need a little help there because it is too deep for me to discern. But this I know: Adam was first in the transgression this time, and I am going to go upstairs to my daughter Margaret Elizabeth Coffey’s bedroom and pour the olive oil on my dresser upon his ashes. I think I’ll put a little on his forehead too because that ministry’s materials came on the dawn of the second moon so they are sitting there.

Carrie in OK e-mailed me the same day I got the package, and she carried his degradation to my doorstep in all it’s ugly splendor. Oh Brother Adam, I am so sorry I couldn’t explain it to you enough. I am so sorry, for I know your pain at the beginning was greater than mine in this one thing because I was the one blessed with the beauty of the curse upon Satan, that Dragon of Old, who is cursed with enmity with Eve, your little sister. And I know that you have had to watch your sister this time though you didn’t know her.

You have had to watch her be tormented openly by all that is Satan with your eyes wide open for 47 years. And now I ask that final question that I never have known? Whose degradation was worse? Neither, you see. For we all need the Blood of the Lamb in all our places for that precious fellowship with I AM we are privileged to see. 

(John Paul Jackson and I married in spirit but never met in flesh–during this span of time in 2013 in this intiative. He and I performed before God and humanity from 1950 until this initiative in 2013 and then I had to force a spirit marriage that never met in the flesh life.

The last time I saw John Paul Jackson in the flesh without a glorified body was in the testimony of the blog article Annihilation, USA Prayer Initiative, & Retention Seal Part Two. Then everyone destroyed him but you didn’t get Patrick Clayton Beaty and I took two scourges of the temple to that cult called the Covenant Church Movement all the way from the D/FW area through to Austin, Texas across the life of me.

I am beginning another eight walks of the figure eight today, and I am not going around Jericho this time. I am going around the Tower of Babel instead. Perhaps I will go to Town Lake or Bee Cave this weekend, but if not, that is okay. My steps are numbered, as are yours oh people of the Nations, every bit as much as our hairs are. This is what I know. This is what I am in awe concerning this morning as I get ready to go begin again.

I will come back some time after September 30, 2013, because that is when my United States Prayer Initiative will be finished. Although, I reckon I may do a final prayer initiative somewhere around December 6, 2013, just for the sheer (shear) joy of it. It will be a privilege hard to explain after viewing the two full moons of my life the past two months. Call me strange because I am. But now, I don’t have to hold in my visions, dreams, and love language. I can let it out freely. There is no more “holding it in” for me because who can stop expressing love for I AM? I was prevented betimes. But I am Uncovered No More in this place, and that is who I am. (Shut up Cara–they make you a liar here. I have no freedom. There is only one friend who has declared freedom kindly to me. Only one.)

My labors of love are free-flowing though I do worry about our bills. But my goodness, why? It is because we will always have the poor with us and so I must come back to earth and help my husband pay bills.

But does my choosing not to make money make me any less of a Proverbs 31 woman than my working counterpart? I guess not. But I don’t “know not” yet because I have always felt so degraded as a housewife. I have always felt like life just passed me by, and it did. But ah well. I won’t live in humanity’s curse. I will live in freedom in joy now with less sorrow. And if I go to work, I think I want to go back to being a secretary. I just need to wait until the proper time if the Lord tarries and it is His will for this little daughter.

I said goodbye so many times the past five years. I wanted to take my hand off this plow of a ministry so many times. And here I am, finally saying goodbye but only for a short season. What have I learned for the two years and twenty weeks of this website? A good many things I have learned, but what I begin to realize a wee bit more: I am KNOWN. May my writing tell the people of the world, all of you no matter what race, creed, gentile, or jew; may my writing tell you that <b>YOU ARE KNOWN</b>.

I love you oh Nations of the World. I love you forevermore that is the Moonlight until the New Dawn when our Jesus Christ comes riding back into Time on a White Horse. Who is the Fairest Lion Lamb? It is Jesus, that part of I AM Who made human fellowship with the Father possible.



July 24, 2013


Here is my greatest vexation; greatest pain; that place that I spit upon in the spirit. It is the Pharisee whom I was required to protect, love, and take all things anathema from in obedience. And I am blameless because I have obeyed the Protestant Fathers though they put a crown of thorns upon my insane head. They stripped me bare in my infancy and taught me to be guilty instead of loved.

But this is my worst nightmare; my greatest pain: when it came time to cast the greatest sin, I had to place it upon Brother Adam and not Father Adam (Lot). I had to strike the prodigal son who had already eaten in the pig stye and been restored to wholeness in love. He had already labored in the Hot Son too, and yet I had to place the greatest burden upon my brother.

But then, it is that brother Adam who has had my oil of gladness poured upon his ashes; it is not the Father of my youth, those 144 years of living, that sits in the fifth windowless bedroom. Yeah, he doesn’t get to sit where the heavenlies of this home resides because unrighteous Lot and his stone wife did not leave first, they left last. They prefer the comfort of American male success instead of the love language of women and children.

And here is my testimony: I birthed three sons, and they are approximately seven years apart. So that is a double rest for the 3:33 of my life, that place where the Trinity was taught to us harshly even as Jesus was crucified in Harsh and Crushing Degradation. And how did that testimony come about last night? I can say it was not in the comfort of the crimson blankets; no, it was not in this comfort. I awoke at 3:22 hearing poetry coming forth of many things, and so I got up to write. 

Oh elder brother, how I have loved you. How I have labored with you. Now please, won’t you realize that you need to lavish love on the daughters of Jerusalem? For though Second John 1:1 gives me the right of the love of all those who know the truth, all I have ever known from you is ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Please consider listening to the daughters instead of training them to your whim of dominant love. {It is 7:14 a.m. as I finish. I am the little girl whom Jesus will raise up from the dead shortly. I go now to eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich with my dearest cup of coffee because I am famished from walking in the desert sands of love that is but isn’t. It was very confusing indeed.}

***8:47 a.m. saw me coming in to make some minor adjustments to this testimony, and that is appropriate. It is because I look forward to a new beginning for my 47 year walk on this earth.

***I took my second Tower of Babel walk, and it was difficult but at least the two dogs that came out, and particularly the little white female with black spots who is really cute but likes to try to bite my ankle, actually ate some cheese I threw at her as Val and I moved past. Poor little lady; she is owned by an equally little Asian lady whom I love. She doesn’t even speak English, but she walks in this neighborhood too with her walking stick and big hat. I marvel now, for the women of the world, we walk and pray all the time, all the times, all those wonderfully beautiful yet bloody times. And as I came home, it became 10:25 a.m. which is wonderful to me, for you see, I am to be married to Curtis again for the 25th time on February 4, 2014. A double seven for me is what I know deeply as I move toward wedding my new husband who put my ring back on my finger last weekend. 6-7-7, yes, I love that very much. And the Holy Spirit, He gave me permission as I walked into my driveway of weeping and pain for the first 144 years of my life. He allowed me provision, but I am not going to be hasty in it. I will not “hit delete” on all of my old blog, but I am allowed to go unpublish it right now until I am rested and can see what is to be done with it later. 

7:45 a.m. on 7/27/2013 I was on my fifth Tower of Babel walk, and I was privileged to see what I am going to do with the precious ashes of ministerial materials. Sometimes, my arrogance comes out and I wish I could see before my time because then perhaps other people would not suffer with my difficult testimony. Father, please forgive me? Father, oh Father, please forgive me for my arrogant sight. And Jesus Christ, I ask You again to forgive me. For there is not enough suffering to compare to the Glory to be revealed, and God’s Timing is Perfect.

Tomorrow morning, on my sixth day, I am going to walk as the ministerial materials of Third John are burned; religion is not as it was supposed to be in this place; the children are arrogant and suffer all at the same time and then swallow you up in arrogance, in self-defense; in cursing of their strict, protective youth that they should not despise; should not despise. And then, I will wash the ashes with our garden hose that is by both the fire pit and my garden.

And then, these precious ashes are going into a little plastic container with a crimson lid that I had been using for olive oil. It sits beside my Unity Candle which is lit as I write this. While some of the ashes will sit out publicly in the littlest Pit, the most precious ashes of the labor of Father Noah, Father Abraham, Father Moses, Father Joseph, Father Peter, Father Paul, and Father John are going into my most intimate olive oil container.

July 28, 2013

I sat on my couch in my bedroom this morning, and it is the sage green comfort I know so well. But there was no comfort for me this morning as I went on my sixth Tower of Babel walk. For you see, the sisters torment me, those Christian women who despise me even as Saul’s daughter Michal despised King David as he danced naked down the street in worship to I AM.

I was at Costco yesterday, and the next-to youngest of my Christian sisters who hate me had to be treated as unbeliever by me. She stood there checking receipts with the nicest of Hispanic ladies, my friend who greets me. And I chose my friend over my beloved sister to check my receipt because my beloved sister would not repent when I called her to and so I must suffer in silence in Austin, Texas, betimes. {From February through about May of 2013, I had to declare unbeliever, hand over to Satan for non-destruction and destruction, and retain forgiveness against a good many people in Austin and throughout the United States for such a time as this. I had already had two incidents where I had handed over to Satan unconsciously because these two men, one on a public level and one on a private level, had sinned against children. And my prayers shockingly were answered. I thank God I didn’t know what I was doing or I would have died mentally. It is not for women to do these things; yet I have done them under direction of the Holy Spirit and to my own hurt.}

I awoke this morning, and yesterday morning, with pain on my left side. I walked stiffly today and bore pain on my left side with a swollen shoulder and all else I am familiar with because of my twisted back.

So I also saw 6:06 a.m. again on my walk; but my soul dried up and I would not view 6:33 a.m. for my sisters in Christ this mourning. I turned my phone off and kept walking because these sisters have hated me because I carry 6-6. They have loved their brother fathers and husbands above that Brother Who Died for them; these my Christian sisters forsake the weeping of the daughters of Jerusalem.

But I will not. And I will teach my children to weep. I will teach my children to love Jesus Christ and no other because I know as they do this, they will love themselves deeply and then love their neighbor perfectly. This I know and have practiced across twenty-two years of mothering. To love in Christ is to love deepest.

The Old Testament tells us that our Fathers and Mothers of old dealt with God’s Righteous Anger. And though I have sensed that so many times particularly over the last five years, the abiding understanding I have come away with across 47 years of living this life is simple: the Bible really is true and His love really is boundless.


****I saw 7:33 a.m. (7/30/2013) on the mourning of my last, eighth Tower of Babel walk, that one which sums up the 6-6 of my life. I walk a new beginning for me, for my family, and for my Family. I will place my pocket of painfully pure prayers into my left pocket of my jean shorts this morning, and I don’t even know if I’ll take a dog. There are some walks that are best done alone. And sometimes I pose questions to I AM. Today I have one: will She be careless enough to let me carry these prayers? Will my Brother Judas Iscariot betray little Sister Eve too? And here I have prayed for him; I have loved that one disciple who never became an apostle because he valued the pig sty over the field of the Pearl of Great Price. (9/13/2018: it is more than Judas Iscariot who betray the Lord; betray therefore me. It is more and yet it is less. Mystery redeems what fact of opinion strips a gal bare with.)

Oh Father, this strikes me in my new place. For I am bound not to release forgiveness upon this if it happens. I am bound to retention, unbeliever status, and handing over to Satan. You see, it is less painful to release people in forgiveness. It is pure agony to retain it. I wonder what Jesus did on the Cross? It is unspoken in the Bible, but now, it is not un-pondered by me after having been taken to John 20 twice in the last five years. If Jesus said there is such a thing as retention of forgiveness, and He did, then one would suppose He said it for a purpose though He never gave details about it in His Instructions in the Bible. God help me, there is a place of silent learning that is treacherous indeed, and I am even now learning that perhaps Jesus communicated quite a little bit in silence on the Cross. For you see, though He welcomed one thief into eternity on the Cross He said nothing to the thief who reviled Him that we know. But of what am I sure? Jesus Christ loves both Thieves exactly the same:


And this I realize a little more today: The Holy Spirit teaches the Saints all things, and He is Pure Comfort Forevermore and Eternally. Thank You Father God. Thank You Jesus Christ. Thank You Holy Spirit. And then again, Thank You Holy Spirit; Thank You Jesus Christ; and Thank You Father God.

3:33 a.m. on 7/31/2013 saw me witnessing my new beginning. And I forgot, you see. But on April 18, 2013, I produced one handwritten prayer list that is within my pocket of painful prayers. It lists all of my children and speaks what I am praying for, and against, nationwide according to their names. That is one list I will never burn.

I am tempted to end it all and burn everything to start over. Due to circumstances beyond my control, and theirs, I have had to testify things nobody is likely to believe. And in the case of those represented in this series, I am bound to them in ways hard to understand but real to me nonetheless. I can move on, but it is not as happy as I would have wished. I passed through the embarrassment again last night. Why not just take this all down? Why?

But this I know: that list of my children’s names from April 18 has value, and as I have said before, I am going with them. Who are “them”? They are my children, your children, and our grandchildren. And I am confident of this very thing: that He Who began a good work in Us does complete it until That Day of Jesus Christ. That I don’t burn my embarrassment, pain, and degradation speaks volumes toward how I know that. I don’t just believe it. It is not strong enough to believe something. And sadly, I must testify that Satan knows that concept far better than many, if not most, Christians nationwide. Otherwise, those Christians would be on their knees repenting to turn the tide of what is happening, and they are not.


And there is why I leave this up: I have done it, the double moons are come and gone, and it is finished for me. I wonder what that means for you, oh American Christian? When I published my second book, I placed where I was in the spirit on the back cover: I was at the base of an imposing mountain called “Christian Ministry”. I am not there anymore, and “they” don’t know where I am today so I will just stay home. They never have known, but they should have. The superfluity of naughtiness and doubtful doctrines of American Christianity hid Uncovered No More very well indeed.

September 13, 2018: I am home again; they are not; I am home again; I know that Thought.

August 1, 2018



A man I have met led me this week of September 11, 2018. You will not know the exact time or place because it is not for you to know. There are mountains and valleys. There are shadows of death. There is a mystery. His life is many times blessed. But that doesn’t mean. That there is no pain. Get a grip world and sing. Of love’s true Prince of Peace Praise. Stop complaining of your lot in life and I will stop telling you about Lamb’s wife. She is ferocious, unacceptable and never care free. But you don’t care one whit and keep living life’s spree. If you have money and a life in this world, you will lose it all in the tales always unfurled. But I believe not after destruction from this prayer. I faith will remain and keep to love’s tale. Forever is never too long to wait. But yet, I am loving so much not accustomed to hate. *silence amen*






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