I am the only person I know who understands portals and heavenly doors IRL. It is not that I metaphysically see them; it is that over time I am continuing to learn how they develop.

And my office, where there is a desk I have given to Someone which is my Father’s, a portal of wickedness has formed.

That portal is in the backyard piping through a metal building of my previous house which was built for my family and me years ago.

This desk that my iPad is upon was made for some Klonek Cousins by Robert Paul Beaty, and I have another One:

Baymax has a new house to the right of the desk above. He deserves a space of his own after what he went through with one girl and her cats who were privileged to live with me.

I have stated in an Untitled (just ended the series today so that youtube is retired for a season and will be deleted or I will begin a different way perhaps, I do not know at this Season) how I would do some things at my desk in the office downstairs.

Since a portal is stripping through this property and my other property my uncle and father built upon and was wrenched from me injudiciously, I must have the property restored to my name before I can clean it out metaphysically since Texas is so misogynistic now after the governance of One Ann Richards.

Yeah you read that correct her last name is my ARC’s middle name who was born in that living room and stands taller than me and had a high level dream with the Lord Jesus Christ on the property years ago recorded in my third volume of testimony.

So you guessed it there is Someone who has all authority in Judah Tribe. That One doesn’t need what I need because he gives zero shit about paper owned property as I do, as my father before me did.

Dad did not change the property to my name before death but thought about it. The rising costs of everything stayed his hand and I broke down a bit every single time he talked about selling.

I sigh in my spirit; how caught in the middle Little Sister always IS.

I transferred upstairs what I said would be in the office and transferred downstairs some work I can do when I go to coffee shops.

I will take other things, too. I may spend most days there now after how disinherited I actually have become.

I don’t know. I DO care.

anyway…..honesty in the flesh is the best policy.

amen.

The feature image is my coloring tools for two coloring books that are small. I love to do them here.

What I am equally saying in this blog article is what I painfully told my partner for quite some time as I was rejected on devices over and over: I was becoming like Uncle Paul, a recluse.

I love you, I always have, and I always will.
~Cara Coffey.