Family Color

The other day in my core post, I spoke about how the fam has just about decided lavender is our family color. The color lavender has been pounded into our brains in the last year or so.

So strange…but that is how our family rolls.

Hannah once said…I am not sure how to describe our family. No one would understand us. She hasn’t a clue how to describe me to people…or tell them what I do. I was thinking this morning…I wish I could do videos. You miss so much when you can’t hear the intonation in the voices and the expressions of the people talking. I wish I could share videos of our family…how we interact…who we are…how we roll. My adult children are fun and funny. When Hannah shares with me the little incidents regarding questions about me and her responses…she has me in stitches with laughter. I truly get it. It is a mystery and one we prefer not to enter into a discussion about at this time.

Mitchell wants to get a t-shirt made for us all that reads Gypsies Who Cook. His family recently got back from a spontaneous trip to Gatlinburg. He got this wild hair in him to pack up and go. When he consulted me about the idea, I was 100% sold on it. I told him and Bobbi…GO! Have fun!!! They did. The pictures of their cabin, porch swing, and hot tub had me drooling.

Bobbi was recently watching a show featuring Gypsies. I was mesmerized by it. After watching it, I think our version of Gypsy to us…is traveling. Never really putting roots down deep in this world. We move around a lot. More nomadic in lifestyle. Free spirits as they say.

True or False

How I roll is this…people say things…then I ask Father…is what they said…true or false. It is the safest way to live in my opinion. Man is a liar. All have fallen short. We all have lied on purpose and/or without our knowledge through ignorance. I understand this truth very well. As I have previously mentioned, I used to be a pathological liar. He taught me this truth. My response was…make me a woman of integrity. Teach me the truth. He did.

We are all swimming (more like drowning) in an ocean of lies and deception. Sometimes I like to say…living in a fog of deception. Man can’t see clearly because the fog of lies and deception in this world is much too thick.

Many years ago, Father had transitioned me from the conservative end of the Christian Religious System into the liberal end of the system. I got a good dose of the entire system while I was moving through it during those years. While in the apostolic division, I saw a LOT of crazy stuff. I was like a little child, constantly asking Father…what is that? Why did they say that? What in the world are they doing? Why are they doing that? Is that real? How do you feel about that? Who are they really?

Titles

Man appoints themselves with lots of titles here on Earth. I saw a lot of people with the titles of apostles, prophets, and evangelists. However, I wasn’t convinced they were who they claimed they were. Personally, I wasn’t seeing the fruit or evidence I believe they needed to support their claims to carry the titles behind their name.

Just because you have words of knowledge or prophecy doesn’t make you a prophet or apostle. I have encountered many psychics who clearly have the gift of words of knowledge and prophecy. These men and women are hearing from Father. They don’t know it is Him they are hearing…but those who are speaking truth…are hearing His voice. His Spirit speaks truth. All other spirits…speak lies and deception.

A Vision Long Ago

While in the liberal end of the Christian Religious System…the charismatic and apostolic side of things, I noticed a teaching I heard quite a bit. When someone gave a “word from the Lord,” it was often said…if you like the word…claim it for yourself.

What?? 😳 Sounds great, right? If that works, life would be a WHOLE lot more positive for Crystal Ann Laura. SHOW me the MONEY man!!

Never worked that way for me. 🤨

Just going to be transparent here…that teaching irritated me. That name it claim it used to REALLY irritate me. One reason being…if Father spoke a true word to me about me…then I sure as Hell didn’t want someone claiming His word to me. Dude…listen…I did the work…get your own word from Him please and thank you very much.

Here is a vision He gave me about the name it claim it in general and also more specifically related to personal words of truth Father has given someone.

I saw a cliff. (I know, I see a lot of cliffs. It is a thing for us. 🤷‍♀️) My vision of the cliff came from two different angles. The first angle was me standing along the edge of the cliff. This cliff was along the ocean…not on the beach but right along the water’s edge. The water was very rough…choppy. The waves kept coming in and crashing violently along the side of the cliff. The cliff was not a tall cliff towering high above the water…but more of a medium to shorter height.

While standing on the edge of the cliff, I could look out over the water and see the surf violently pounding the rocks.

When I looked at the cliff from the second angle, I am below…facing the cliff at water level. What I see from this angle, is the edge of the cliff I was standing on. Where I was standing, was actually a ledge jutted out over the water and rocks below. The water was pounding the underneath side of that ledge which was eroding the rock supporting the ledge. As I am watching the surf pounding at the rock, I see the ledge collapse and fall into the water below causing a huge crash and splash of the water.

The Moral of the Story

What He said to me through this vision was this. The ledge was comprised of rock. Hard and firm. Christ is the rock. Christ…Truth…Rock…all are equal. The rock represents the truth of Christ you can stand on and build upon. However, before you stand on a truth…and most especially start to build upon it…you better ask Father if it is safe for YOU to stand and build upon. Standing on and/or building upon a truth that isn’t applicable to you…is a very dangerous place to be standing and building. That ledge might erode and crash into the water below…while you are standing on it.

It is much like the foolish man who builds upon the sand. The water comes and down his kingdom goes. It gets washed away in the floods. Eroded by even the tiniest of water or movement.

It always reminds me of my first marriage. My ex and I chose one another…Father did not join the two of us together to become one. Our marriage was a marriage built out of the flesh of man…built upon sand. At that time, I was not in a relationship with Christ, and I had no clue what I was doing. Later, I discovered what I had been doing was making one death choice after another. I was a foolish woman building my life on the sand. The storms came and the marriage and life I had built…went down in the flood.

It is much like having the rug pulled out from under you. Complete and total destruction. Knocks you off your feet and lays you on your ass…broken and hurting. Mad as Hell and devastated by the pain. I hate losing what I have spent years investing in. Hurts like no other.

Super unpleasant. Completely my fault for being a fool and making foolish choices back in the old days. 🤦‍♀️ 😩 Thankfully, I learned.

The Woman in Purple

With that explained, you probably get the idea. No matter what man says…I fact-check it with Father. We are supposed to be like the Bereans, right? Test every spirit. Well…He makes me test every single word no matter whose mouth it comes out of. It doesn’t matter if it is a preacher, a psychic, my child, someone in authority over me, a friend, etc. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are my filters. Everything and every word gets filtered. Separating the wheat from the tares has been an exhausting process for me these last 30+ years. No words to describe the workload I have carried. No words.

In my post yesterday on Core, I shared a video. One of the comments in that video was about a woman in purple. To watch for her. The commenter wondered if she was the same woman Kim Clement had prophesied about. Well…now I am wondering too. 🙋‍♀️ 🤔 Am I both? I am still trying to wrap my mind around the belief I am the one Kim spoke of.

Last night, I went to bed asking Father…am I the woman in purple to watch for? I believe so…but only you know that truth.

For me, I don’t want to stand on a ledge here or foolishly build something on the sand. I have zero desire to fall to my death into dangerous waters or have my life washed away in a flood.

I am so over losing to the enemy.

Dress

Father woke me up this morning around 3. He had a lot to say. He always has a lot of words to use…it still seems like He never says enough for me though. So tired of the mystery. Good grief…I hate the guessing game. Just be straight-up clear man. Crystal is CLEAR. Clearly Crystal. ??? Waiting on clarity. 🤨

During His monolog, I saw a vision. It was of me, and He was clothing me. Dressing me. Kind of like you see in royalty back in the day when the Queen or King would have people assisting them with putting their clothes on. Like that. He was putting my dress on me. Over my head and down my body…straightening it out…that kind of thing. The dress was my wedding dress. It was gorgeous. Breathtaking in appearance to me. So regal. Majestic. Calming. Flowy. Stately. Creamy. Clean.

I really can’t describe how it made me feel. Very peaceful. Special. Beautiful.

Heart

In my heart, it felt similar to a conversation we had the day before. In my struggle to believe this is real, I asked Him a question. What sets me apart? What makes me different? (LONG story behind these questions.)

He said to me…your heart. The love in your heart. To put it simply, He was saying…the love you have for me in your heart…and the love I have for you in my heart…is different. He then reminded me of the different categories of love. His love for the people…is a Father’s love for His children. His love for me…goes beyond a Father’s love and into a Husband’s love for His wife. The same stands in my heart. My love for Him changed from a daughter’s love to a mature woman’s love for a Husband. My heart and the love for Him in it…grew and matured into a woman. I am no longer His little immature child. To Him…I am a woman.

Woman of Color

After He put my dress on, I saw Him place a robe on me. It was a deep, rich purple. It looked expensive…like a lavishly saturated material. The finest of quality. Then He put another one on me in royal blue…then emerald green…then yellow…red, etc. He went through this procession of different colors. When He was done, I saw a rainbow. I was standing inside the rainbow. All seven of the colors of the rainbow were vertically striping my body. The colors were vibrant and bright. Very brightly colored. Then I became the rainbow. I was one with it.

Next, I was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I became the gold. Crystal Ann Laura was the treasure…was the rainbow.

He said to me…you are a woman of color.

I haven’t a clue what that means. SO much mystery.

Mr. Mitchell Man and I always LOVED mysteries. Mitchell always thought we should open a detective agency. He thought we would be great at the job. We are super sleuths. He is my mystery buddy. Gotta love that boy. So much fun to conversate with.

Honestly, the last six years with Father and His guessing games…I have lost my love for mysteries. I have lost that loving feeling…for real. 😏 Just tell me the truth. The whole truth and nothing but the truth. Cut the games, the fantasies, and the mysteries out. Give it to me straight, please, and thank you very much.

Joseph

For years, He keeps adding to my resume of people I represent in the Bible. I used to keep track of them…somewhere along the way, I quit. Too many.

One person I am a picture of is Joseph. One aspect I am chewing on is the whole Egypt thing. At this point in time, I believe I am supposed to be His bank. He has shown me things I am to do with large amounts of money. Donovan is a key player in this whole thing. Just today, he narrowly escaped another near-death experience. The enemy has tried four times now to take my son out.

He has a large target on his back…a hit out on him in the spirit realm. I believe the target is because of his role in the future as my CFO and what he will be doing as he manages Father’s money. Father has been training him with finances starting at the age of 13. He told me many years ago…you will rely HEAVILY on Donovan. As second in command to Father, I will rely on Donovan to carry out the plans we have for managing resources. Pretty excited about that part actually.

Years ago, Father said to Donovan…I have plans for your life…but you need to get on board with them. I asked my son, are you ready to get on board with them? He responded yes. I have been trying to prepare his mind for the plans since that time.

Moses Interjection

I want to interject something here. It has been a struggle for me…so I am going to share it. Maybe it will clear stuff up for me. He does that at times. When I share it in obedience, He fixes it quickly. Obedience is always a key to moving forward in the spirit realm. I struggle. I share. The struggle is gone. Botta bing! Botta boom! Amazing how that works! 😜

A couple of struggles. One…I have shared in the past Father told me I would lead the Bride through a 40-year wilderness journey. I was horrified at the thought of living into my 90’s. Not really a fan of the idea of living to be that old in this vessel. Then later, He said 102. I nearly choked on my spit. My belief is…He is saying I will live to be a 102. Not sure when this 40-year wilderness journey is going to start. I think we need to get going though. 🤷‍♀️

Moses is another Biblical leader I represent. Lots of reasons for that.

C.R.S.

The other struggle started when He had me studying the Christian Religious System. That was some crazy stuff. During that time, I was sitting back and watching the two parties…liberals and conservatives within the system…smack talk each other. I watched the conservatives trash-talking those they term the Gnostics, the false prophets, and the crazies…nut cases.

Layers of stuff for me in this study. For one, I was shocked about some stuff. This is year six of an intensive workout program I started. The first five of those six years, I spent chained in Hell. Not pleasant.

That being said…while I was fighting to get free from Satan and his minions…to escape from Hell…the world passed me by. I missed a whole lot of stuff happening.

Part of my shock was the fact there are a lot of people in the Christian community who have heard a lot of stuff He has been speaking to me…and/or similar things. Imagine my surprise.

I was more than a little peeved about that. Feeling a little salty, I was. I had a lot of words to say to Him about that. 😳

The Struggle

I listened to some of the prophecies. Some I read. Some, I just read the titles and skimmed the comments. Have very little patience for some of it. Some of it is just foolishness. I have become pretty skilled at sorting the wheat from the tares efficiently. Lies and deception all have the same red flags. Each demon carries the same signs of its presence. If you can see and read the signs…makes life so much easier. The flesh has a distinct smell, taste, feel, look, sound, etc. as well.

Every word, vision, or dream…is a piece of a puzzle. It all comprises small pictures but also makes a larger picture or story.

When you get pieces of the puzzles…you are trying to piece them together to make them fit. You are trying to see the story…the picture He is piecing together for you.

Some of the people have the same pieces I have gotten in places but their conclusion or interpretation of what He is saying is different than mine.

For example, one man is hearing about the Second Exodus clearly…but He said…Father said…there will be no 40-year wilderness again. It caused me to doubt what Father told me. That happens to me. Doubt sets in.

I have been asking Father to clarify to me about the Wilderness journey. If I truly am to lead it or not? Is it 40 years? I believe so. He told me oodles of years ago that I was a picture of Moses and that was long before I knew about the Second Exodus.

I need 100% accuracy here in what He is saying to me. I don’t want to mislead anyone or be deceived myself.

Wilderness

Some of these people talk like once Father takes care of the enemy…life is going to be hunky dory for everyone. NOT what I am getting. The Bride NEEDS the Wilderness training in order to be strong enough to enter the Promised Land…and to appreciate it.

The Wilderness is a place of learning and accepting the fact you are 100% completely reliant/dependent on Father to provide for your needs. It is a humbling place to live…and DIE to your flesh. The Wilderness is a place where you learn who you really are compared to Him and who and what REALLY matters in this life…and the next life.

Listen…the Bride is NOT ready to enter the Promised Land. She is a prostitute who is filthy. Then we have babies to birth…souls to harvest. BABIES…babies can’t fight the giants to take the Promised Land. You see what I am saying? Are you picking up what I am putting down? CUZ those babies have to grow up and mature. They have to become trained soldiers. Warriors willing and trained to fight the giants in the land BEFORE they can move into homes they didn’t build and take vineyards they didn’t plant.

Common Sense

To me…this is just common sense. Preschool math here. Ya know what I am saying?

I keep shaking my head wondering if I am wrong or if they are just saying what the itching ears want to hear. Somebody is wrong. 🤷‍♀️

See my struggle? We are getting some of the same puzzle pieces, but I feel like somebody is jamming pieces together that don’t fit. My pieces have to fit together in a logical fashion. It has to make logical sense to me too. Truth is always logical. He is logic. It is also mathematical. Truth always adds up logically and makes sense both in this realm and in the spirit realm.

But…I always leave room that I could be wrong. I have FLUNKED many exams in the last six years. Not batting a very good average here in my tally book.

Coat of Many Colors

Back to the main road here…saw a squirrel there.

Regarding Joseph, He also said to me…coat of many colors. His dad gave him a coat of many colors. My Father…is giving me a coat of many colors. Hence the woman of color. (A bit of trivia here…it is also pertaining to the covenant He made with Noah. More on covenants at a later date and time.)

A few years ago, Father had the girls and I stay at Dollywood. He sang the song to me…Coat of Many Colors. We had no clue we were going to end up at Dollywood. LONG story. Super nice stay though. It was free on Airbnb. They took good care of us after a nightmare we experienced. Ended very well. All good. Love the BnB people. 🫶 Father made arrangements for me, in part, because of that song. It is one piece of the puzzle.

Woman of Purple

Am I the woman of purple He is speaking of? Not sure. I believe so…better be or I am going to have some words to say to Him about that.

I could be wrong of course, but the whole lavender thing for our family makes me awfully suspicious. Father Time will eventually tell me.

Thanks for reading!!! Hannah wants to start on a Friday family dinner tonight. Bison burgers for the fam. LOVE IT. Sounds like a plan I can buy into. Love me some bison burgers.

Have a marvy day!!! Gotta sign off and do some cooking.