I have completed my seven-year prison cycle and have entered into year eight. That means a new beginning. Freedom. Freedom of movement. The freedom movement.😭 I have cried buckets of tears over the last few days. Incredible relief. Those words don’t even touch how I truly feel in my heart.
The other day, I felt an overwhelming relief wash over me. This sense of…it is truly over. The work is done. With the relief, the tears came. I spent quite a bit of time…sobbing. Had a massive headache by the end of it. 😂 Damn…it felt so good for Father to send me that wave of relief. Not even sure what the catalyst was…it just hit me. NOT complaining…at all. Merely stating facts here.
Felt led to share some tidbits about the last couple of days. It is currently 3 am. Took me about an hour to realize Father was saying do this post. 😆 When I finally understood what He was saying…I sat up…and started writing. Time to get-r-done. Otherwise, the words will fly around and drive me a bit batty. He has His ways of getting a person to obey. 😜
Puzzles
I skipped the family festivities yesterday. Really wanted the alone time with Christ to finish up some stuff I had been working on. I have felt the need to kind of rush to get a bunch of questions answered about the last seven years. So much revelation. Lots of puzzle pieces were put into place and I have this wonderful understanding of the time that I didn’t have before.
Feels amazing. Peaceful. Such freedom in having the truth with understanding to it. Many things I won’t share. Way too personal. Close to the heart kind of stuff. But…I feel led to share a few tidbits.
Last year, around Christmas time, Father said…you will be married by Christmas. I had no clue what that meant. I was quite sure He didn’t mean physically…cuz I had no man in my life. My thought…it has to be spiritual…and probably something heart-related. He is a hard man to understand.
He reminded me of a vision I had once of me getting married to a man…so I looked into that again the day before yesterday. Asking Father…what did that mean to you. My suspicion was…unity of some sort with Christ.
My goal then became…to be united with Christ in truth. Whatever truths He had for me. I spent almost 24 hours solid hunkered down working like a crazy woman to soak up all the truths I could about anything and everything pertaining to this past season of my life and the one I am entering into.
It feels like we have taken something super complex and simplified it. Glorious. Finally. 🙃
Clarity
I have a whole new appreciation for Christ that I didn’t have before the seven years began. It is like I see Him in a completely different way. I don’t merely look at Him…I feel Him in my heart in a new way. The experience brought about changes in me that are irrevocable…and immeasurable. All positive.
One small piece that seems so insignificant to people…yet beyond measure for me…He gave me a punching bag to take my frustration out on. Looking back over that time, I clearly see…I needed to vent my frustration and anger without the risk of being punched back. Who would have thought it was possible to love a punching bag?? 😂 Not me. Wow…but I do. I see why He created them now.
One small aspect of my work yesterday was regarding the enemy.
A few weeks ago, I noticed three separate instances where my PTSD flared up from my time in Hell dealing with the enemy. I had thought prior to these instances…I had dealt with it all. Thought the PTSD was gone. Completely healed. It had not reared its ugly head in quite some time. Even though I was in public when the triggers happened, I worked through them quickly and efficiently. I am a pro at working through issues. It was all super minor. Felt like I had merely missed a few things and Father was exposing them. He is a nitpicker. Won’t leave any stone unturned. Gotta clean the whole mess up.
It reminded me of always bracing for the hit. Wanting to run and take cover. The fight or flight mode kicking in.
Fear
Oodles of years ago, I said to Father…I want to be fearless. Brave. Courageous. Make me this woman.
As always, had no clue what I was asking for. What it would take to gain those traits within. 🤦♀️
We were discussing this yesterday. Lots of things He said to me about this. Here is one. “Crystal, you are stronger than you think…for you have the strength of Christ in you.”
Truth. I built Christ within. I no longer live. He lives within me.
He reminded me of how I not only survived…but overcame. I was victorious over the enemy. Although the beast did crucify me, his loss…was my gain. I gained Christ. The enemy lost that battle.
Whew!
Another issue I had regarding fear…I always had my guard up. A.L.W.A.Y.S. It reminded me of my first round of developing PTSD years ago. Had to be healed of two rounds of that stuff. Not going for a third round…just saying. 🤨
Understanding
I have been on guard constantly trying to guard against some surprise attack. Didn’t want to be caught off guard.
While working on this issue…my eyes were opened up to some delightful morsels of truth I already knew.
Looking back over my life with Christ, I can’t remember one time when the enemy attacked me, and I was surprised by it. Father always warns me when the enemy is near, and I must tread lightly…or if an attack is coming. Always. He has never allowed me to be caught off guard. He always prepares me for the attack, gives me the strategies, and keeps me safe before, during, and after. I am always better on the other side of it. What the enemy means for bad…Father uses for my good.
I then looked at surprises in general. Good ones included…can’t remember a time when man has surprised me with anything. Father doesn’t withhold important details from me. I always see things before they happen. Sometimes I don’t fully understand what I am seeing…but when it happens…I know. When it happens…it all clicks, and it feels right. Strange way to say it, I know. Probably clear as mud to you. I am saying…even if I don’t fully understand…I still know ahead of time.
Father always prepares me. It made me feel loved. I realized I am safe. Secure.
Man
I then looked at man. A man singular. Man plural. The fear of man…a man. Men have taken great pleasure in hurting me.
After processing through all the enemy stuff…the strength I do have in Christ…along with the security Christ has given me through intimacy…I realized something. I have no need to fear man. A man. Any man. The flesh and blood of man isn’t my enemy. I know intimately and experientially who my enemy is. So…if I have overcome him…have no need to fear him…then who is man to fear?
Seems silly then, doesn’t it? To fear a mere man. Foolishness.
I have a thing I have always done. I look at the worst-case scenario and work from there. If I can handle the worst-case scenario, I can handle anything in between that and good.
I battled the beast…Satan and his minions…lived through that. That is the worst-case scenario. Anyone less…is just that…less than in negative power. Man has no strength compared to Satan.
Sorry to bust your bubble here for those of you who worship the gym, but gotta speak this truth. Even the strongest man…bodybuilder…has zero strength compared to Satan…negative in value…and Christ…positive in value.
I have a whole different perspective now of man’s strength.
The truth is…man’s strength…flesh and blood is insignificant.
Christ’s strength…is significant.
No comparison.
I have Christ’s strength…no need to fear flesh and blood.
Case closed. 🤷♀️😉
Speaking of Fear
Thought I would share a screenshot of a convo Mitchell and I had recently. When he was in high school, we had a conversation about Australia. He spent some time educating me on all things in Australia that wanted to kill you. 😂 He was trying to persuade me not to go.
I am still going. 😉
The other day, I got on this kick of watching videos on Australia-related stuff. Watched a video of a couple of locals trying to get a man out of croc-infested waters. He was on a paddle board…on his knees propelling himself through the water with his hands. The locals were yelling at him to get out. They were clearly terrified and concerned for his life. He was not. Despite the three warning signs to not enter the water…he did anyway. 🤦♀️
Another video I watched was this kangaroo video I sent Mr. Mitchell Man. Goodness…the claws on that thing. Wowser. Had no idea they had claws like that. The comments to the video sent me into stitches of laughter. So funny.
When you read Mitchell’s response…ignore the grammar and mistakes. Talking text and autocorrect don’t always follow the grammar rules either. Sometimes…it frustrates me when I have to edit my text because the phone can’t seem to get it right.
Siri and I have battles at times as well. Technology. 🤷♀️ Sometimes you love it. At times…you hate it.
Year Eight
I feel like everything finally came together yesterday while working. It was like the light bulbs all came on and I could see things clearly. Been working so hard to get to this place.
Year Eight…is my year.
He reminded me of a word I felt like He gave me maybe a couple of years ago. Sometime in the last year or two. Can’t remember exactly when it was. I remember the words “year eight…shock and awe.”
I felt like that word…plus many visions, dreams, and other words combined…He was saying that all my promises would be fulfilled starting with year eight. Just so happens I have started year eight. Loving dem apples.
Hanukkah starts this evening. It goes for eight days. I feel like this year…it will be a major celebration for me of life. My new life. Life and blessings.
It is time to begin. Time for new beginnings to begin.
For the body of Christ to come together.
Feels like this is why I have been wanting sex with a man. It is time for man to come…to be intimate with me.
Going Home
Another moment of tear gate flooding occurred yesterday when Christ said to me…honey…let’s go home. I lost it. Gets me all teary-eyed typing it up. I am beyond ready. To hear Him say those words to me…love beyond measure. No words to describe that feeling. Overwhelmed with joy.
Although there are still things I can’t see right now…He will reveal it all to me. I have no doubt about that.
He has been clear with me…life and blessings are now entering my life. Death and curses are exiting. It is the on-ramp and off-ramp. I am leaving death and curses behind finally. No more focusing on death and curses.
My life is now changing to focus on life and blessings. Man is coming. Life is coming to me. With life…will come blessings. I am 100% convinced. 100% thrilled.
It feels amazing to finally believe in all the promises. To know.
It feels like I can rest in Him. I realized I have a wonderful life partner.
Changes
It is interesting to see how it has changed my mindset and heartset. Last night, Hannah came into the room and sat down on the floor. She wanted me to ask Father for her about some things. During our time, I opened my notebook up to a page I have for the Second Exodus info.
In the past…as I have mentioned…I used to think about part of that season with fear. The whole seven seals thing…really caused me some anxiety. Then…I moved into justice mode. Felt like…the people deserve it. You reap what you sow.
I noticed last night when I opened up the chart/graph I built to look at it…immediately, I said to myself…this is going to be fun. 🤩
The truth has radically changed how I feel about the season now. Super cool to see how His power does that to me.
I am past due for some fun, I think.
Speaking of Fun
Thought I would share a couple of funny snaps Bobbilicious sent regarding her and Mr. Mitchell Man. They are funny people and a fun/funny couple.
It reminds me of two things.
When living with them…Mitchell…in his absent mindedness…would take spoons to work in his lunch and not bring them back.
Bobbi would ask him where her spoons were. He never knew. He was convinced he wasn’t leaving them at work.
We were totally convinced he was. 😂
If I remember right, I think the spoons did eventually reappear. My guess…Mitchell located said spoons at work.
Pencils
The other thing it reminds me of is Mitchell’s high school years.
I used to write with pencils when taking notes with Father. I had a certain mechanical pencil I used. It was my favorite. In fact, I had three of them. One at each of my legal pad locations in the home.
My pencil came up missing one day. Just Mitchell and I at home. I asked him…do you know where my pencil is? Nope. Had no clue.
This became a reoccurring problem for me. In fact, by the time I solved the problem…I had purchased probably ten new pencils. These are expensive refillable pencils. Shouldn’t need to buy new ones. I knew the absent-minded boy had to be pilfering my pencils and not remembering where he put them. In my desperation, I searched high and low for the disappearing pencils. Could not figure out where those pencils were going.
At the end of the school year, it was time to gather up Mitchell’s school books and put them away. He had a footstool cube that he kept all his school-related stuff in. When I pulled all the books out, there at the bottom of the footstool was a pile of my blue mechanical pencils. 🤦♀️
I gathered up the handful of pilfered pencils to show the boy. He was shocked. Completely clueless he had been putting them in there. This is why he kept going to get another one. He simply didn’t remember dropping them in with the books. 😂🤷♀️
Always in his head thinking about something. I can so relate. 😜
Unity in Christ
I think I fulfilled the marriage vision I saw…got married by Christmas. Feels good to me.
I have come to a place of peaceful understanding of so many truths. Come together in unity with Christ. About my past. My present. My future.
Truly excited about Hanukkah this year. He can light up my life anytime day or night. 🤩
It is coming. The truth is coming. Man is coming. The Bride is coming. We are all going to come together in a new movement. A new nation. The freedom movement. The Second Exodus. Setting the captive free.
We will live together under one roof as one big happy family. Unified in Christ by His Spirit through His Truth.
Wow…what a dream come true for me. I am in awe already. Can hardly wait to get started.
Thinking I will start celebrating ahead of time. 😂
Festival of lights. It’s a date.
Year Eight…going to be great…can hardly wait.
Going to bring shock and awe to the masses!
Get ready for a new set of glasses as I begin to teach you the Truth in many different classes.
😆🙃
Let’s go! 🔥