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I have lost track of how many times I have listened to this first video

First, because I somehow recognize the voice of the narrator. When it comes to people – it’s almost as if I have a photographic memory for sound/frequency and names, faces and numbers – even going back to childhood.

As I listened to the vivid description of his dream and hear about the presence of the rainbow – I recognize the presence and Spirit of Daughter Zion. Also what he mentions echoes back to what we know about The Exodus of The Old Testament. The Pillars of Fire by Night and Clouds by day hearken to the protection of The Holy Spirit. The parting of the The Red Sea is about much more than crossing a dry path on foot. That Exodus event echos as an alchemical metaphor to Revelation 6:14, when the Sky recedes like a scroll.

When we are told in the scriptures that The sky will recede this is about a monumental event that will ultimately change the earth as we have known it. This is the “signal” if you will of the cleansing of earth – a “cleansing” or cataclysm. I discovered this a couple years back.

Among the plethora of half-truths (lies & propaganda) the “Dracos” have allowed to continue – the one thing they have kept hidden is about the coming magnetic pole shift and the earth changes that will resemble events mentioned in Revelation. The pole shift is really about the next cataclysm and that cataclysm is otherwise known as “growing pains” in the book of Matthew.

It was a couple of years ago while reading Genesis Chapter 1 that the Spirit showed me that the earth had gone through “changes” previously. It is these changes that are part of the “Mazzaroth” described in Job 38.

The Patriarchy has thus far refrained from sharing such knowledge in order to retain “control” (or what they deem as control.).

The Dracos are trying to remain focused on p0p. u. lation. control. The pop u lation control promotes their bl@ck goo g3ne ed-iting therapy.

They don’t want people to know this because what they truly fear is this “pole shift” (a term that refers to both the end of time, Rev 10:7 – and changes within the earth – Revelation 12:16). It is my understanding that the events surrounding “La Palma” of the Canary Islands are a time marker and critical component of those “cleansing birth pains.”

All I can say is Thank God we can put our Trust in Christ and Elohim!


“Our Great High Priest” is narrated by “Peter.”

Peter, I have only known 2 people by that name in my life – but I KNOW what their voices sounded like.

Even though I don’t believe I’ve met you in person – Somehow, in the Spirit, I recognize your voice – as I listened I had a very difficult time focusing on the message because my Spirit hyper-focused on the frequency of your speech. Something like this has rarely – and I mean rarely – ever happened. I wept through almost this entire message. That isn’t a bad thing – because I could feel the presence of the Holy Spirit through your delivery. Thank you for taking the time to record it!

Hugs & Blessings!

Threads of Kerfuffle

Time lost

 

Energy wasted

 

With the world caught up in the throes of pandemic, I had waited and searched for a face mask pattern.

Finally, on Friday – I had found one I felt pretty confident I could follow, construct and might “slow the spread” after having watched oodles of videos over the last two weeks.

Since we’re all “Safer at Home” and I couldn’t go to Walmart or another craft store – I bought a bias tape maker online. Because the face mask I had chosen had an option for using bias tape as binding rather than elastic.

I had meant to buy a bias tape maker years ago. Having made 5-6 quilt since 2010 – I’ve had my share of steam scorches to the hand and burning my finger tips to make binding.

I only bought commercially produced binding once or twice before I realized doing so inflated the cost of making a custom project – besides that I do not like the feeling of tape out of the package and trying to find a color that will match well with what your doing causes additional stress.

 

Come Saturday morning and at the last moment I decided to switch gears and try my hand at making a face mask that I had watched only a couple of times.

 

UGH

 

After pouring hours into making the three separate pieces that compose the mask, it was about the midnight hour when my sewing machine needle started to get jammed up in the bulkiness of layers. In my gut, I knew I wasn’t “catching” the seam of the filter pocket and I just couldn’t get the layers to feed through the feed dogs.

 

I got so exasperated – I could feel tears welling up – along with the heat of anger and frustration – and I GASSED the sewing machine pedal. I zipped along the edge of the seam at rates likely comparable to a slow day on the audobon.

 

Pardon my french, but I was seriously p-ssed. And yes, I know that’s not a Godly way to speak. Father, forgive me.

 

I look at the colossal failure in front and me – and feel mixed emotions of dread, disgust and sadness because deep down I sense there is more to everything than we are being told

 

I’m pretty sure we are in the midst of the Biblical pestilences as happened in Exodus and those to come promised in Revelation – and yet I know that I know that there is a huge level of deceit at work surrounding this gargantuan message of virus, social distancing, treatment and “vaccination.”

 

Making the face masks was going to at least use up some of the fabric I had accumulated over the last 18 years…enough spread among 2-3 storage bins that I could have made a dent and put it all to good use between constructing the cover and the bias tape ties.

 

After I turned the mask inside out last night and I saw the attached mess in my hands – I cried, then threw it down.

I turned off the machine, and all the lights thinking sleep would help. But sleep was elusive.

Then I tried listening to music to calm myself. It finally took prayer and just getting on my hands and knees before God to center myself on his presence. I am glad he is never too far to know when we need him.

 

I’ve been hearing the following song in the Spirit for at least a week. The really cool thing is, this was one of my favorite songs when I was in High School…I hadn’t heard it in so long – I know it may not be considered traditional Christian music but in these hours when the world appears to be “topsy turvy” sometimes we each need to find that which gives us the strength to keep moving forward.

 

May Elohim Ahavah Adonai touch each of us with the Peace that passes all understanding and that the healing in his wings will be poured out to those in need.

 

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(as a footnote, this video might not be able to “playback” on a mobile device (cell phone)

Into The Light (Updated)

(Author Note: This post has been modified since it was first published.)

 

Magnificent. Beyond Expression.

 

Yahuveh Ahava is magnificent.

 

I am Overwhelmed

 

Upon waking and hearing the song above as the radio began to play at 6:01am…I knew was no accident.  I had been woken at about 4am, by the sound of raindrops. I next found myself going into prayer.

 

That song was followed by this one:

 

Start A Fire

 

The manifest presence of God is amazing

Seek Him

Pray in The Spirit…

Let Him elevate you Into The Light

He is Glorious

 

Blog post insight

So the reason for this blog post was quite unexpected. The words wrote themselves and it was the fastest post to publish.

I originally had chosen a different music video than what is there now. That again, is intentional on God’s part. As you watch, “Into The Light”…pay close attention to the frames where you see LIGHT all by itself (it occurs at :48/:50, 1:57/1:58, 2:10/2:11, 2:13/2:14, 3:09). He has directed me to share those specific image frames with you.

I feel the need to mention that there are a couple of frames within this video that gave me pause…but those aren’t to be the focus.

Back to the point: The radio clicked on the morning at about 6am. This is going to sound odd, but when the radio started, I don’t know where I was (in the Spirit) because I started praying at 4am and never stopped. When “This” started I was somewhere between prayer and dozing).

Somehow I had come into the presence of the most amazing Light I have ever seen in my life. It was nothing like the sun and it didn’t hurt my eyes to look at it. The song “Overwhelming” came to mind as the dream/vision was ending and the music on the radio pulled me back. I distinctly remember wanting to get closer to the light. But I wasn’t walking to it. It was as if The Light contained a force that was pulling me to it. For the first time in my life, I felt complete peace and love unlike anything I have ever known. I think I recall that my mind was begging for it not to end.

All the songs that were included were somehow part of what happened. As in, I either felt them happening or heard them when I saw this Light.

It was utter Beauty.

Father, I ask that your manifest presence fall on every soul reading this. And may your Holy Spirit anoint the chosen ones you are about to raise up.

Your reconciliation must happen for restoration…may your will be done and your purposes fulfilled.

I pray that as Judgements fall, the souls far from you…the fence sitters, skeptics and unbelievers, say YES to you.

In Jesus Name, Amen

God Bless and wrap you all in His liquid love.

Testimony: Letter For Dad – Part I

Father God, This is the first time I have ever approached writing about Dad.

I love you, Lord. You are my Creator.

With your blessing, I’m going to start out writing him a Thank you letter.

I want to share thoughts here about the man you orchestrated to be my earthly Dad. Thank you for that…

 

Dear Dad,

This doesn’t come easy. I guess writing letters to those we’ve loved, then lost and grieve over are just naturally going to stretch us.

First, I want to Thank you…for being my Dad. I know neither one of us was perfect and I was only 17 when you died, so we didn’t get much time together after we buried Mom.

What didn’t I get a chance to say that I want to say now? I love you. I know I didn’t say that nearly enough. I would have hugged you way more often, too.

I’m sorry that I wandered off that day at the Park and disobeyed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come back home to live with you once your time caring for Mom was over. My human mind believes that decision (on my part) was a tragic mistake, even though I know it was all part of God’s plan. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your words and advice and pay more attention in general.

And if I thought I got short-changed with my time with Mom, then there is no doubt the same happened for us. In hindsight, now I see how every moment was a cherished gift. I also understand why in the book, “Imagine Heaven,” so many people who have experienced NDE’s (Near Death Experiences) express that “we who are living, miss out on the best parts of life.” (paraphrased)

I loved you teaching me how to make home ground/brewed coffee. Back in those days, the early 80’s, the Seattle coffee scene hadn’t quite gained its momentum. And besides our time on the tennis court, my favorite memories of you are walking in at 7am from having gone to pick up the Seattle Times and your cup of coffee. (Tears…)

Then you bought the coffee grinder and we started making coffee at home…you even enlisted my help. I loved grinding the beans and smelling its aroma (better than it tasted!). But what made my heart sing was when you would pour me a cup and prepare it “cafe ole” style (because it was caffeinated.)

We’d sit at the table and often enough indulge in the small bag of Dunkin’ Donuts you brought home. I will never forget how excited I was each time you did that.

Thank you for believing in me, for seeing my potential as a tennis player. Maybe you saw more in me than I did in myself.

Thank you for when you took us to The Enchanted Forest and Point Defiance. For having Marci take me to Wild Waves. I have never forgotten that day. Though I missed Mom, I loved Marci…and she brought part of me back (albeit all too briefly) that had disappeared with Mom’s absence. I’m glad she was in your life, near the end.

Thank you for standing up for me at school and teaching me Judo after I was beat up. Thank you for showing me what character and integrity look like. For caring for Mom until the very end…I do know she was the love of your life. I’m so sorry for the anguish of losing her. Thank you for getting her out of the motel and those 2 or 3 years of retirement.

As I write, I look at your picture taken at the family wedding in 1980. It’s hard to believe that that photo marked the beginning of so many changes ahead.

Thank you for taking me out to visit Mom’s family the year she died. I’ve never forgotten that…even though that trip had drama of its own.

I only want to write about the good memories here, because Part II is going to be so very different…

More than anything, I want you to know I appreciate every thing you ever did for our family. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for having served your country.

I want you to know, I have made mistakes. Lots of them. If you’re in Heaven and reading this then you already know that meeting with Betty before I left Kent was a turning point. And God knew exactly what He was doing that day.

The only thing I was ever sad about was that I never got to see where you worked in air traffic control. We often talked about my coming for a visit to the tower one day…and although I’m not sure where they are now, I kept the beautiful photos you gave me of the Blue Angels flying over Boeing Field for a long time.  I treasured those….

Dad, whatever God’s plans are for me…I will always be your little girl.

Love you, Daddy…

Post Script: Related Scriptures

This morning after I wrote and published this, I was reminded by the Holy Spirit of the words “Honor thy Father.” How could I forget that Honor your Father and Mother are the 6th of the 10 Commandments found in The Book of Exodus. You can find it under Exodus 20:12.

By writing this letter I was honoring both my earthly Dad and My Heavenly Father…there was a reason I felt compelled.

Blessings to All