This Mother waited for the proper moment of import to tell how a friend named Zack helped my Edith fix her Thanksgiving Dinner in 2017? Yes I think that was it; my daughter and I have been broken so many times there are no words for the pain of it. So it may have been 2016 that that happened but I don’t want to check with Edith or talk about it. We, she and I, have been through enough.
We have been betrayed so many times all we see is pain. I think it is because we are white-skinned; we are free. People are jealous of us and we got to where we knew we had to keep a distance lest we keep hurting each other while others were not understanding either of us.
It has been a long, long time since my children and I were together. People don’t care; Jesus Christ the King of kings and God Father and God Holy Spirit care about Cara. And I must go with HIM now; so guess what that means? I must become somewhat of a racist. All people groups hate on my calling. It was just proven tonight on Twitter and I tire of being hit, and hit, and hit by people and forces.
This Christmas, an unseen man came in and was ringing a bell upstairs; Lydia heard it and came downstairs and into Gramma’s house to sleep because I happened to leave the back door of Gramma’s House open and that is where I am staying right now because I take care of Mom.
Esther slept in one recliner and Lydia in another. Later, Eara admitted to her father that she could see the man with the bell. It is the same now as it was when Eara was younger and could see these entities. Some of them love me and some of them hate me. This time, Eara knew the man didn’t like me. She asked him why and he wouldn’t tell her.
Eara, Edith, and I know how to turn off our particular gifting abilities. Esther is learning it. Some of my daughters are not Seers. Notice it’s all three of my “E” daughters who are Witches with Me. #TaraAnnMoons.
Notice I am now going to tell you something: I texted this to Curtis after doing errands and exercising at the YMCA this afternoon: As to the bells, it is Jesus. He is here today. Here being Oak Hill.
I didn’t find out what Eara had to say until Curtis told me, later. There are greater manifestations when Jesus Christ the King of kings is Here. I’m not going to share the incident. I never will because I can be in error. But I cannot be in error as much as I am questioned, hated on, and denied kindness for–that wouldn’t be the truth.
My testimony is too miraculous for me to back down now. I would never do that. It was not in a church that I was called to Him though I did visit my Catholic Church this early afternoon because I know how bad it is but I also know there is love not lost in all churches.
Let Me say this: Jesus Christ King of kings is White. I know what He was Whom was crucified. But let’s think about Him for a moment. He is on the Earth. He is a Changling by the Gospel Record, and that is in the Flesh.
I am a changling–but it isn’t in the Flesh. I have to walk, or run, out of places when the Spirit forces get too hard to deal with precisely because I am, what? I am more mortal than Jesus Christ is at the moment.
Let me Guess. Jesus is White to Cara. He appears to Me a lot. Does anyone else in the world have this testimony? I know not. But He will be that color if He is appearing to you somewhere. He won’t allow His Presence to disturb Your Life if you are Cara. He already knows His Presence and Testimony in my life is doing that. He is in pain. I am in pain. My family is in pain. There is nothing any of us can do about it. We are practicing our lives here in Austin, Texas, and that is the best we can do.
That is not to say Jesus hasn’t appeared around me as a different skin color. He has done that, actually. But when He chooses to be up close with Cara Ann Coffey, He is tall and white. Other Men involved with my life are of different heights as Immortals but they are white. So I am here to tell you that in the New Jerusalem, Jesus Christ has no intention of forcing the races to blend for unification. That is counter-Creation. Now be relieved, would you please?
Allow yourself not to think that it is wrong to be in your color group. Don’t exclude people, but then again, don’t include people to make yourself or them feel better if that isn’t what you are supposed to do. Listen to your inner love life. Love people and move on. But at your core, choose those who are in love with you and you are in love with them. That may be different colors for you. For Jesus Christ and Cara Coffey, it isn’t that. It is White skinned Immortals. I am sorry if that is offensive. He nor I mean it to be.
I am delivering myself, Oh Zion Lioness. I am with Zechariah tonight with Edith Renae and Zack who is or was her friend. I know nothing. I ask no questions. I trust the work of the One True Savior in My Life and in our lives here as the Coffey family in Austin, Texas. It is that simple. It is that glorious. It is not treacherous any longer.
It took me 52 years and more tears than I could count (including my whole family’s tears the past ten years as our lives were ripped apart) but God knows. God knows and cries even more. Well now; this little sister is going to make sure GOD has more joy, more laughter, and more to springboard from in testimony to be Here, Now, in fellowship with Me Whom He Sees rather more physically year after year than the world knows what to do with. (smile)
7 Deliver thyself, O Zion, that dwellest with the daughter of Babylon. 8 For thus saith the Lord of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye. 9 For, behold, I will shake mine hand upon them, and they shall be a spoil to their servants: and ye shall know that the Lord of hosts hath sent me. 10 Sing and rejoice, O daughter of Zion: for, lo, I come, and I will dwell in the midst of thee, saith the Lord. 11 And many nations shall be joined to the Lord in that day, and shall be my people: and I will dwell in the midst of thee, and thou shalt know that the Lord of hosts hath sent me unto thee. 12 And the Lord shall inherit Judah his portion in the holy land, and shall choose Jerusalem again. 13 Be silent, O all flesh, before the Lord: for he is raised up out of his holy habitation.
I have said over and again that Revelation 17 is the hardest chapter of the Bible. Hands down, to go into Revelation 17 as a Witch and come out as a Lioness who loves the LORD my GOD first and then my neighbor as myself is the most treacherous thing according to 2 John and the book of Jude that any Mortal Elect like myself can do.
And it seems to just keep going but I don’t think I AM desires, and perhaps HE DEMANDS, that I stop being within Revelation 17. Therefore, I must stay with my people. That will include black and other skin colors because surprise! What Cara never admitted was the myriad of people Jesus Christ sanctions to be in my safe zones. (smile) Let’s just say Clinton is as white skinned as I am black skinned. Now. My whole family has this safety zone.
The stakes just got higher, People America. I know how to burn your name as does my Tribe Judah Loves. We do not give one damn about you or your little social group. We care about Jesus Christ King of kings, God Father, and God Holy Spirit.
God Holy Spirit shows Himself in Male Body Form to me since a new pump had to be bought for my family’s property. Yeah you don’t know hard-line until Cara and Holy Spirit work together and I understand His Physical Presence better. Well now, have a nice death, America. I will burn the hell and heaven out of you all.
GOD? I hate this article save my daughters and faithful Job. God, Why did We Speak in large claps of Thunder tonight with rain? Why are We Angry? 😭