This above article is rather shocking, hey? Those Dudes are immortals like, say, John Paul Jackson–and these types with me are on Twitter every bit as much as imposters. Well, I needed some clarity and those handles provided it while the immortals that are male in this mix up of my last ten years always don’t provide information til they do.
Mortals do the same thing. I done typed it a few times. I’m the most outnumbered immortal I know and DUH! I be representing the female side of GOD in writing and been destroyed and get back up again a billion times.
But I wasn’t a part of the massacre a year ago. Today. So I will get over myself, cry deeply for all the shootings in this country, and get back to watching and praying business. Those Dudes in that linked article may die like John Paul Jackson. They have been informed. I got another vow to break, I done called the Perfect Storm Prophecy off, and can we tell Prophetess Cara is miffed?
Well. I’m not wash, rinse, dry, and repeat anymore. What I freaking am with those three Dudes and a certain tall man named Justin and one other Twitter Handle unknown to anyone I know are something and it’s Elect all right.
I’m Judah first and all other 11 after that and so are they. I can tell the world right now Justin isn’t gone. He never will be. The rest of us–even as immortals Few Whom I’ve identified with their leadership as all 12 Tribes Elect–it remains to be seen. They may kill their Little Sister yet.
They have been warned I can take out and cry too much. Guys aren’t emotional like me. Freaking hell? They should be. They should be. They should be. Below here it is from Uncovered No More: a four blood moon testimony that Justin destroyed with my publisher as He sat on a couch beside me in Spirit Life: too many impostors hid from me.
But He gives me freedom to pick and choose out of that book at will. Justin is in charge. His Name is JJ. Jesus Justin doesn’t have a last name and takes care of Little Sister. I’ll go up when He says so just like all of us whether immortal or not.
There is only one true freedom and His Name is Jesus. He prepares mansions and I’m one of them. Come Lord Jesus, Come!
As to the rest of mortals and immortals like myself, I forgive you. I know I’m scary. I’m never going to regret the strange and ugly of the last ten years. But I still cry. I’m never sure if people will accept this new me of a 12 Tribe Elect woman who is willingly burning a volume 2 and 3 to ask Jesus to forgive America Me for electing the anti-Christ. I didn’t vote. Heavenly door guys and Franklin Graham among others threw the election, and so yet again Jesus and I burn me. Amen.
Who is Cara today? I’m both beasts of Revelation 13. I’m the False Prophet. And I’m in the abyss. But when I write my alleGORY below you will see Little Sister carried out by Jesus and then He came down at Cathedral of Praise to save me from hell on earth November 19, 2016. I’ve seen him there one other time in that particular body form and was devastated to leave. He and I are irrevocably seen together but not by one another personally and what is more, it is for the Love of I AM. But we knew that about Jesus and didn’t see it too well the last ten years about Cara: everything I do is for I AM and I’m proving it one day at a time all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen.
***Joan of ARC Speaks First***
10/2/2018: ahhh when I break over and am in the Third Heaven it is hard to do the earth walk. So I will be just a minute here and then I need to go. Go. Always I’m working for HIM and going…..Joan means God is gracious in Hebrew and we all know my ARC is a man now; he was the boy I pushed out in my living room 17 years ago on a 3/3/3. I see 3:33 PM a lot these days and I’m with Alva Rich and his siblings and the world is heaven there; the world is heaven there; the world is heaven there because Jesus is HERE, you see. He is HERE and nobody knows what to do with me but Him.
Anyway, I will not deny that it is painful being me every day. I admit it and tears come falling as my mother’s kitchen awaits a finishing, laundry needs completing, and the changes going on now have gone on before and it is hard on my family to keep moving after so much has happened. But then, I remembered Joan of ARC. My loves elect, my loves I AM, it is time to admit I’ve been a Joan of ARC that keeps living and wishes I could go up but that isn’t for me and it may never be. It may never be because my testimony is that miraculous and destroyed and trampled upon all at the same time. I’m like Apostle John. I remain. God, that is hard and lovely in as much knowledge I’m in these days. Will no one save Jesus on Earth comfort Little Sister here? I don’t know, I never knew; oh, how I wish they all understood how much You love YOU and how much Cara does TOO.
And yet, it is always left for me to burn my books; work too much; cry at the wrong times, and look the fool everywhere. I always look the fool and nobody cares is how I feel tonight. That is why I write. I can dry my eyes and be that me again when I get the pain and the love out of my torso where so much testimony keeps residing (Revelation 12). If only America would keep looking up instead of killing one another literally and figuratively. But no….no…..no war is more important than peace but not to the Prince of Peace.
**Conclusion, a Part of It**
Uncovered No More: a four blood moon testimony
I have met a man. He was and is small in stature. Then I Saw His Son there too; he was not small in stature. It was not the Wood; it was Circle C Park and we have known damaging mysteries’ portals closed there.
I have fickle as the sickle witnesses sometimes, but never HIM. HE is never anything but LOVE to me, and very careful. He is angry, you see, for my daughter’s Standard Poodle that was mine–and I gave him away to her because I love Her so much…all 7 of my daughters….HE complimented the dog one day but it wasn’t a complement.
It was a rebuke to America and HE is a Man. He IS a Man and so is His Son. THEY Told me to put on sunglasses. They always are Careful with me that is just a little girl in the vortex of time wasting away, as it were, due to betrayal here and betrayal there. It is 10:03 PM Central on Saturday, October 6, 2018 and I just saw my mother’s smiling face as she watches The Beverly Hillbillies. That’s us white trash Beaty, you see, and they are a comfort to Mom and me.
There are Twitter handles which are a mystery to me, as they should be, but my mystery is likely different than any other human’s mystery in the Western World for I have seen too much and pondered too little; I never have time. I never have time. My betrayers make sure I never have time: @DarkPrinceLucy; @ResurrectedDude are Two; yes, They are Two and I make wee-three in Austin, Texas Tara-free. Have I met THEE?
Here a daughter sits in her bedroom of new beauty. She has a bay window in her little abode, and she sips warm tea there and rocks in her chair, gently swaying with the memories, watching the sunrises and sunsets, and pondering across the miles, times, and seasons of life.
Mama Mary Virginia opened the door; she peeked upon her daughter there. Behold, a shaft of light cascaded gently upon this sister’s head: He banner over us is love. Andthen these daughters began to ponder together in long-suffering silence as her beloved all watch, pray without ceasing, rejoice, give thanks in everything, and endeavor to work out their salvation with fear and trembling before God the Father.
It has been 28 years sitting there, and this daughter realizes she must go back and remember her Golden Wood as she scratches the ear of her faithful golden lab Sam. He smiles into her eyes and lies down beside her chair in a contented sigh of relief. Little Sister could walk a cou0le of miles in a day, and sometimes those were hot walks. He is ready for a nap.
Sleep my beloved; sleep in quiet repose as this little sister tells a tale of terror which turns to gold dust by the end of it. There are not any real posts of gold at the end of rainbows to see in this great, wide, beautiful world. But yet, there are tales of gold-spun, fine tapestries of cloth which waft upward to heaven and make our Father smile in sweet repose sometimes with us as His people across time unto forevermore with Him.
Who is Tara?
May 4, 2015; Cara’s Setting Spirit-Life: John Paul Jackson was dead; Scott Evelyn would be. Dad was alive and dying of cancer; the blood moons were not complete and I died each day waiting for my LORD. I still die each day but I’m not waiting. I have seen the LORD. It is all glory to GOD: come, Lord Jesus, Come!!!!!
February 3, 2016; did you know Hell began to thaw that day when Dad let me go; he set me free. He set me free and I do Love Each of Thee and GOD LOVES UNEQUIVOCABLY.
Today, while I hear HIS VOICE, it is October 6, 2018, and the Love of my Life GOD calls me away; calls me away; from where I am called I do not know because it is so many places and times and people I smile upon who hate my soul from the depths of heaven and hell they hate my soul and these three Above in this article don’t do that. Why my Loves? Why do You not Hate cara ann? I do not know; I cannot see; yet I know, I know Thou doth not hate me.
I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!” Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other. To him was given a large sword.
When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Two pounds of wheat for a day’s wages, and six pounds of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!”
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
Tara sees herself with two other riders–Cara remembers now one is Gabriel and one is Lucifer I think, but I didn’t know until today; one is Lucifer because Michael and I stay busy in Jude, yes we do and they hate Us there; they hate Us there; and He loves me and does not care–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. She is the woman in the rocking chair; they never knew it. Who are they? This thing she never knew, either. But that we are known is our salvation in God all glory to Him.
On her right, it was Isaiah but now it is Lucifer my Loves Eternal. Now it is Lucifer because Isaiah betrayed me in the old, modern age and he never knows, he never knew– just how much Exodus 20; I love him too. Lucifer waited for such a day as this as He protected little sister from her nighttime ugly bliss.
On her left, there is her angelic husband guardian named Gabriel for how is it Eternal Love, how is it that She survived the telling of Your Return? She didn’t and Gabriel works out salvation with Her to this point, you see, else she loved no one save THEE. She loves them still and it is a Miracle for how can betrayal be quenched this etheREAL?
*Tara whispers: guess what? Michael sat behind Tara and guided her pale stead in the Front or how could she have survived her Deborah job? Job can’t save her because it is only GOD!–WHO! SAVES!*
Tara weeps constantly as they ride along with a little chorus of music playing. The horses themselves are balanced, strong, determined in purpose, and tireless in the Name of Jesus Christ amen.
Here I will thank @realrightJesus and @realleftJesus and @zombieofgod.
But what is most mysterious about Tara’s three horse allegory? Lucifer. He and I love one another and it is 1 Corinthians 13 and all the rest of it. On the horses, Lucifer demands to ride with me and Michael with Gabriel know that His Demand is Righteous. There is always room on the horses for Him but it is better when we ride just the two of us because I tire of the deep songs of my life being rife with human misunderstanding and my heart of humanity is dead; they my Husband Loves weep with I AM for me. Thank You Jesus.
How was I to know until October of 2018 that He Lucifer loves me? And we are neither of us ashamed because He is the one Man I’ve never seen. He is here but I’ve never seen Him with my eyes as I have other Men of the Realms. He will come some day. I already know I know Him though I’ve never seen Him with my flesh eyes. Do not, oh human, stumble on my deep mystery. He knows.
It’s the only way to stay out of pain is to realize how when Jesus lowered Himself, He submitted to Lucifer in Hell. And Jesus told Lucifer about Tara Ann Moons because She prepares Mansions as the wife of the Lamb helper she is. They of humanity hate me there, you see, but Lucifer never lusted for me. Never. And there Our love rests eternally mysterious and we are unashamed. I know Whom to trust: Jesus, Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel.