The feature image is of a gorgeous sunrise I was privileged to see in my neighborhood as I walked about two days ago.
Well now I’ve been broken again: it is on Twitter this time. Unavoidable I guess since lots of people, not me, have only friends on Social Media and none at home. It’s nobody’s fault until it is. That is the point: fault. A Great Fault turned Cara Ann into this: #TaraAnnMoons #ComancheCara #SisterAlexandria.
I don’t know who the Dude or Dudette is that went ahead and dared to talk second heaven with me on Twitter, but I thank that person and refuse to throw you under the bus like I just did several Twitter handles that may or may not survive my testimony any better than I did. But again, my point: that one is like a bunch of them. They don’t know me as Cara. They know me as Tara. I have been informed through an FB DM. Strange?
But isn’t my life? And don’t you love to hate me for it, all of you, America? I can’t go around wearing sunglasses all the time; using the Sword to judge you at Walmart; etc, etc, etc, forever, can I? Watch me, Babes. Watch me redefine what I do forevermore after what you hated to love me and did to me for 52 years.
One of the biggest jobs of an interpreter of Revelation super-imposed upon forever plus the Bible (and other ancient, excellent texts that I look forward to enjoying in forevermore while doing artwork for them as well)–is to know when to call it in our line of Seer Vision occasionally as it concerns seasons and completion. But this time, this time, I’m not calling it seasonally in my line of Seer vision. I am calling it in faith as substance seen and seeing and will be seeing that is finally being realized by my testimonial typing fingers as complete, and just. So we are going to practice as every tribe, tongue, people, and nation. I’ve been waiting for “male and female” to be neither particularly. It hasn’t happened in my past or present Christian experience or post-Christian experience, and yes, I have that for going on 10 years in the flesh and about 42 years in the spirit and soul life of this body image God created.
I thought perhaps I wouldn’t view it until I got up above but I am viewing it now. There is a place where neither male or female exists and yet there is respect all around. I’m living it in some zones more than in others but that isn’t the point. What is, Cara? Testimony that won’t be hit delete upon is the point and I’ve already said not this nine part series. You can thank me later, humanity, because you certainly aren’t thanking me today. amen.
Galatians 3:25-29 NIV Now that this faith has come, we are no longer under a guardian.
(Not to be vain or arrogant, but I am faith. I no longer have belief. That process began precisely on November 19, 2016, more than it did in November of 2014 when my brother Patrick and I ministered together.)
So here you go World. Faith in one little girl has come and she didn’t seal her testimony. America did. You destroyed my writing and I’m burning some of it to help it along a little. I’m proving to you that failure, though painful to the soulish, natural, innocent pride of a person, is a necessity for elect like me, unlike me, and everything in between. I was thinking today….wow! I don’t have to testify like THAT which got me destroyed anymore. But then I cussed my way over to the church and got up in the Throne Room where there is no pain and now I’m not cussing anymore and I’m listening to Chris Quilala and Jesus Culture belt out “Alleluia”.
So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.
So come on ya’ll. I done did a lot of retention and release since right before mid-2013 when I typed out Double Moons and got into a heap of dad-gum trouble. Let’s do that “you are all children of God through faith.” But seriously…by looking at Twitter you need to shut up, Christian America. Shut up because you are going to think you can be like, say, Cara Coffey in discussion on things from the Bible. You can’t. I’m an interpreter.
You tried to kill my reputation and my mental sanity. You got to my kids and I had to get them out of your hatred of my testimony. You’ve pulled virtue and done any number of tricks to get to me. You can’t out-interpret me anymore and so help me God I’m praying for you: ANATHEMA! and then Hallelujah! Our God Reigns! So come with me but shut up. Don’t try the interpretation deal or you are gonna get it and not from me this time. That would have been preferable but you made bad choices about Cara for ten years so that train de-railed, obviously.