Alarm

When I speak and teach…I speak and teach in tiny fractions of a fraction. The complexities of what I see, hear, and know are beyond man’s comprehension. When I share on this blog my life is beyond crazy…I am not kidding. It is impossible to explain what is happening to me second by second. As I walk with the moon under my feet…following Holy Spirit every single step I take…I am defying what man’s logical mind can compute. That includes my rational mind. In this post, I am going to sound the alarm bells here. That is one small purpose of this post.

I have a lot of words to use. Have a seat. Get comfortable as this will be long.

Scribe

When I entered into my relationship with Father over 30 years ago, I made some promises to Him. Promises I have not broken. They were vows from my heart to His. Now…I remember a time in the past…He had to remind me of those vows when I did not want to get on board with His plans. That time was when my children were younger…many years ago. I am a well-trained dog here.

During my time in Hell with the saga of giving birth to my male child, I was resistant to what He was making me endure. Horribly resistant as the pain was beyond excruciating. Immeasurable suffering is the closest way to describe it in human terms. However, during that time, He didn’t remind me of my vows because what I was enduring was on a supernatural scale. That season of time was set aside from our normal relationship.

Here are a few of the vows I made/said…which I have mentioned before on this blog.

• I will go wherever you tell me to go.
• Say whatever you tell me to say.
• Write/type whatever you tell me to write/type.
• I will do whatever you tell me to do.

I have upheld those vows. Honored them.

Having said the above…I am His scribe. I volunteered myself to those services oodles of years ago.

Lettering

Over the last few weeks, Holy Spirit has been directing me to calligraphy and hand lettering. My wonderful trio of partners…Father/Son/Spirit had me purchase some supplies and begin practicing this art form.

I was resistant at first…for a number of reasons. Man…I am old…wasn’t really into the idea of studying some new art form at this age. 🤷‍♀️

Also…as always…He has me spending money like He owns it all. I am the saver…He is the spender. This keeps us at odds at times. However, I obey. Just do whatever He tells me to do.

Now I am the proud owner of calligraphy and hand lettering stuff. When discussing this new venture in my life, I said to Him like I always do…why in the world am I doing this? Anybody that knows me…knows I gotta know why. I am immovable on that. 🤨

His response to my why…was to remind me…He created me to be His scribe.

Alrighty then. Now…I have a small measure of understanding of the prophetic purposes behind me spending money on these art supplies and playing with them.

That I can do.

That I did.

I am doing.

Prophet

Another point to make. I am His prophet. A prophet chosen by Him…not one of the oodles of false prophets man has self-appointed in the crazy division of the NAR in the Christian Religious System. Every single one of them is a false prophet. Every. Single. One. Not one of them has been anointed and appointed by Father/Son/Spirit to the position of prophet in His Kingdom. Not one.

He has saved His best for last. Me. The Second Eve. The female Christ…to bring in the latter reign.

Giving birth to my male child was only a tiny portion of my training. It was the worst of it all. The last portion was by far the hardest of the 30-plus years of training for this season of time I was created to walk through.

Beyond glad that portion of my life is behind me. Wow…rough. Glad to have walked to the other side of that time on my timeline in history.

Application

That being said…let me give you some info here. When you are a true prophet chosen by the Creator of the Universe…your life is crazy beyond measure. This means you do things that defy man’s logical mind. The people around you think you are crazy. A prophet follows Christ’s ways…not man’s. They say whatever He tells them to say…which is usually something that will piss the people off who are around you.

They also live differently than others. What I do…how I behave…the things I say…no one else does/says. This is why a prophet is set apart. There is NO ONE else like them. No one. Each prophet in the Bible was uniquely different not only by being a unique individual but also by the purposes they were called to live out. That means prophetically walking out Christ’s truth. Each prophet’s life was a picture pointing to Christ.

A true prophet of Christ will make enemies in this world. Lots of them. Those who hate Christ…hate His prophets. Those who reject truth…reject the prophets who speak His words…His Truth. Because I walk in His steps…His enemies have become enemies of mine. Not by my choice…but by their choice. I choose love over hate.

Personalities

At times, I am the enemy. Think Te Ka in Moana.

Sometimes, I speak as if I am a prostitute in total immorality. This is a prophetic picture of the current state of the Bride of Christ. A defiled woman. A woman in desperate need of Her Husband. The one who is to come and deliver Her. Her rescuer and Savior.

Sometimes, I am a picture of the new Bride of Christ to come when I give birth to Her. A clean woman madly in love with Her Husband…Jesus Christ.

List all the leaders in the Bible Father called to leadership…I have traits of all of them in some percentage. Not kidding. The list is long. So very long.

When I speak of my time giving birth to my male child…the excruciating pain…it includes the switching to multiple personalities written above…and more.

Holy Spirit was given complete control over me many years ago. That included my mind…all three of them. Body, soul, and spirit. I am not my own. When I gave Father/Son/Spirit control over me…100%…I had no idea what that would cost me. At times, I thought I was losing my mind.

When you read my previous posts…you will see those prophetic pictures if you have the eyes to see them. It used to be a struggle for me…to type up what He called me to…knowing I sound contradictory at times. Knowing I sound like an utter nut case. This is what it means to walk with the moon under my feet. 👣 🤷‍♀️ At least in part.

Comments

For a while now, I have wanted to clarify the above point on this blog. Didn’t have permission. Wasn’t time yet.

I also wondered if it was pointless or a waste of time because if someone only reads one post and skips this post…they still remain clueless as to what I am doing on this blog. 🤷‍♀️ At times, I think why bother? His ways…are not our ways. I say that on repeat…cuz I live it.

For a couple of weeks now, I have been wanting to write up a post. The pictures and title are already plugged in behind the scenes. However, as of yet, I don’t have permission. The vision I saw the other day was of me walking through the Red Sea/Jordan River with the water up on both sides. It is what He told me some time ago of me passing through Mt. Ebal/Mt. Gerizim. Life/Blessings and Death/Curses. The on-ramp and exit ramp.

When I was asking if I could write the post, He kept saying you will live it. I have been…not sure if I will write it yet. The title is Oxygenator…so if you see that pop up…you will know I did. 😉

This morning, I received a notification I had a comment on my last post. Pleasantly surprised someone found me. Woohoo!!! Yay me!!! In his comment, he was concerned for my soul due to what Father/Son/Spirit had me write up. I get that. Appreciate the concern. More on that in a second.

Satan

Let me share a fraction of a fraction of truth about my last post and the purposes behind it.

One…I am speaking as if I am the current state of the Bride of Christ. The portion of Father’s children and Christ’s Bride to be who are in complete rebellion to His plans for their lives. I am angry at His ways.

As a prophet, I must live this out prophetically. Being the Mother of the Bride, I must intimately know what my children feel. As the prophetic picture of His future Bride…I must intimately know what she has felt…is feeling. As the Second Eve…the female Christ…I NEED to intimately and experientially know every single emotion Father/Son/Spirit/Satan/Angels/Demons/Man has felt. This is another reason why I can’t adequately describe to mankind what I have endured.

Two…I need Satan. This does not mean I worship him. On the contrary, just like my Earthly enemies who hate me are afraid of me…Satan is also afraid of me. This is why He has tried to stop me from breathing my entire life. He is stalking me too. Has stalked me…my entire existence up to this point.

If you read the Bible, you will clearly see Father/Son/Spirit all three are in an active working relationship with Satan. They have been…will always be. I need to work with him too…to accomplish what I was created to do.

I need him in my back pocket so to speak. For starters, he owes me money…and lots of it. He is required to pay back what he has stolen from me…plus interest. He must make me financially whole.

Authority

The truth is…Father gave Satan authority over this world for a season. He is currently the prince of this world. He has a time set aside for his reign. No man can stop that. Until his time is up, he is the one Father gave to have power and authority here. For me to fulfill my plans and purposes…I must co-exist with him and co-labor with him. That is a fact I can’t change.

Part of my time in Hell was used to purify my fear of him and his demons. He and they used to scare the shit out of me…literally. I spent a lot of time sitting on the toilet and hovering over it. If you scroll back through photos of me during that time, you will clearly see I was skin and bones. I lost 25 pounds during the time I spent in Hell. Getting food down was the first battle. The second battle was keeping it down.

I am no longer afraid of him and them. We are on professional speaking terms now. I know…he knows who I am. And…I know who he is. We have come to an agreement. I have come to an intimate knowledge of the truth…he can’t kill me. He can’t stop me. No one can. Not man. Not beast. Satan himself can not stop what Father has ordained for the future.

A Solution

Part of me getting my money back…must come from the one who is in authority over the money here on Earth. That would be Satan at this time. Having a conversation with him about my repayment plan was/is a necessary part of this process.

Those who are ignorant of how Father’s ways work…will not understand that Satan is very much a part of…a fraction of the solution Father has laid out for mankind. In His story, He created a hero and a villain. He created conflict. Heaven and Hell. Life and death. Blessings and curses. We don’t get one without the other. It is a package deal.

Satan is part of the solution I need to use to bring about the coming reign of Christ. Justice must play out in the future…and Satan will be one of the key players in how that justice is executed upon mankind. One part of the justice I will receive from my time spent in Hell being tormented by him and his cronies is…the tables will be turned, and he will have to bow to the commands we give him in the future here.

I look forward to the day I am given my Heavenly power and authority and can walk in it here on Earth.

Let me be Crystal Clear about a truth all need to know. I do not bow to (worship) Satan. Never have. Never will. Satan will bow to/worship me.

Explanation

Ok…so why did I explain this about my relationship with Satan? A multitude of reasons. Let me share three.

One…I have a heart for mankind to know the truth. Period. I love truth. It is my passion and has been for many years. It sets the captives free. There is incredible power in the truth. Crazy wonderful stuff right there.

Two…this is my response to the comment from the previous post. I will go back to the last post and link this post in the comments for future comers. This will hopefully answer their genuine questions. This kills several birds with one stone for me. It is my response, so they are not ignored. Also…hopefully…it will keep the future comers from saying the same thing in their own comments. Judging by years of reading man’s comments online…I have very low expectations this will keep that problem at bay for me…but I am trying anyway. 😂 I am only responding to the first comment. This is it.

Without Excuse

Three…to my stalkers. I don’t care what you think of me. If I did…I wouldn’t have this blog. If I cared what any man, woman, or child thought of me…I wouldn’t have this blog. I got set free from man’s lie-based opinions of me many years ago.

Sadly, you can’t humble yourselves, see you are toxic people who need to clean up your inner selves. If you did…you and your relationships would be healthy instead of toxic. The hatred, unforgiveness, bitterness, and anger inside of each of you are slowly destroying you inside. It is death and is a road leading all of you to Hell. I share this with you here to give you one more opportunity to accept the truth.

I am free of guilt here. Crystal Ann Laura has never wronged any of you. Not one of you. I am guiltless. This ole gal is an innocent bystander in your cesspool of toxicity. Christ and I have never wronged you. On the other hand, each one of you is guilty of many things against Christ and I. Each of you needs to humble yourselves and repent. Apologize for the wrongs you have committed against us.

If you choose to continue on the road of hate…you will be held accountable in the end for the death you have sown. That is on you. You will be without excuse when you stand before your Maker and the Supreme Judge. He will sentence you accordingly. Also…He will tell you…I sent Crystal to tell you…and she did.

Maturation

What I will say about that part here is this. The truth has matured. It is ripe now. Ready to be consumed. Time has come to maturation. It is completed. Like fine wine fully aged.

Super cool. So many layers of meaning to this and so much more I am not going to type up in this post. What is relevant to this post is related to the season of time we are in. Part of the meaning of truth maturing is I believe it is time for mankind to know the truth.

Lots of power packed in all of this. It is part of me sounding the alarm bells for mankind.

Sounding the Alarm

I am going to give you a tiny back story here…then let you read the screenshots of the texts between Bobbilicious, Mama Nessa, and myself regarding this issue.

Recently, Father and I have been discussing a certain family. They are part of His plans for future happenings on the world stage. One of the things He said to me was…they can’t become the family I created them to become without you in their lives.

Now…how He said that…the tone of His voice…gave me the feeling this wasn’t all positive. I didn’t have those warm fuzzy feelings with it.

I set that aside because I am still trying to wrap my little pea brain around future world events coupled with my association with said events. The responsibility still weighs on my brain. These things are too lofty for my little finite mind to understand.

Once I get my crown…all good…however, I don’t have it yet. 😳 I am still expected to keep walking this path even when the struggle is real.

Fast Forward

At 2 am one morning…Father woke me up. He wanted me to open YouTube and do a scroll. Ok…going to see what He wants me to see.

I follow a news channel that is not based in America. This news channel had a short clip of a member of said family. Father wanted me to watch it.

While I was watching the man…I started to feel super uncomfortable. I kept watching his eyes. Now I am super alert regarding everything about him. I shut it off.

Now I am disturbed. I spent hours talking to Father about the man.

This feeling came over me. It was similar to the feeling I had when the male-child saga started. I remember standing at this counter. While standing there…I had this horrible sense of dread. I was having a battle in my head. I knew with every fiber of my being something really bad was happening. Whatever Father was leading me into…was going to be something extremely awful for me. I know when I know…and my knewer knew. Ya know what I am saying?

I said to Father at the time…I can’t do this. This is bad. I was frantically trying to figure out how to get out of it.

Father said to me very clearly…you can do this, and you will do this. 😩

Knew

*Sigh.* I tried to give myself a pep talk. Ok Crystal…you can do this. It surely isn’t as bad as you think. Suck it up buttercup. How bad can this really be?

It was way worse than anything I could have imagined. WAY. WORSE.

I was right from the start of that feeling regarding the male-child drama/saga.

I tell you this because when I was seeing this man…I started to feel that dread again of the dragon. Revelation 12. That beast.

Only this time…it is way worse than that dragon/male-child drama. The feeling is way worse. WAY WORSE. This is massive scale here people.

When I began asking Father about the man…here is what I heard. Evil. Wicked. A monster. A monster in the making. Beyond reproach.

Here is what this tells me. It is my logical mind at work.

If the feeling I had with the start of me battling that damn beastly dragon was spot-on accurate, and it was WAY WORSE than I could have imagined…then I can trust what Holy Spirit is giving me here with this feeling. That means it will be way worse than I can imagine once again…and I can imagine a whole lot more after spending five years in Hell battling that damn dragon.

See where I am going here? 😳🤔

Texts

After hours of conversing with Father, I wanted some confirmation or denial. I sent my ladies-in-waiting a text message asking them to watch the clip for me. I gave them what Father said to me about the man. My instructions were…ask Him to give you truth about him. If I am wrong, I need to know. If I am right, He will also tell you things about the man to confirm I am hearing correctly.

I knew I wasn’t wrong…but my flesh still wants peace and tranquility without having to deal with conflicts. 😂 It is lazy.

Below is part of the convo because I am not revealing the name. Don’t have permission to do so at this time.

For some reason unknown to me at this time…whatever Bobbi says Father said…is an immovable mountain. Rock solid, hard, firm truth. When He speaks through her…it always has a period behind it.

When He speaks through Vanessa…it is always softer in feel. She is accurate too…but it always has a totally different feel to it.

It sounds crazy…because I don’t question either one…but when Bobbi speaks…it is over. There is no more conversation. No question mark. It is done.

Having said that…what Bobbi got really hit me. She was getting exactly the same strength of word I was getting.

Predator

So…here we go.

A predator is coming. His goal is to destroy you. To keep you from a relationship with Christ.

The enemy has plans for your life. Those plans are to keep you from fulfilling Father’s plans.

As Mother of the Bride, I feel the mother’s instincts kicking in to protect the children from the predator. I feel like a mother hen wanting to gather up all the little chicks and bring them under my wings to cover them and keep them safe.

I feel like I need to care for and keep the children safe.

Would you like to become one of my children? If so, I will tenderly care for you. Raise you up. Protect you. Keep you safe from the enemy of your soul.

He is coming for you. My male child has become a man now. The dragon could not snatch him away from me like he wanted to do. It is time for him to leave me alone and move on. It is time for me to go to the place Father has prepared for me. My safe place.

Shit is about to get real folks. I AM fearless. Justice must be served. The wicked must be punished. The time to repent…apologize…be sorry is now. If you follow my lead, you will be safe. It will cost you dearly…but it will save your soul for eternity.

I am sounding the alarm.

Think about it…but don’t take too long.