Evacuation Time

This morning, I heard…among many things…it is time to evacuate. Evacuation time. I am not even sure what to say about this. So many thoughts are running through this little pea brain, and I am feeling a tad bit overwhelmed by it all. Over the last few days, I have considered doing a post thinking maybe it would clear my head. Didn’t feel released to post, so I held back. After this morning, I feel I must. I need to evacuate the mind…so to speak. Dump it all out.

A quick note on the photos in this post. Felt led to use these particular photos. Haven’t a clue why. 🤷‍♀️ I am just a well-trained dog here. I obey. These are the photos He wanted me to use…so…there ya go. Now ya know. They were taken in 2020 when I did my 34 days out West. I stayed six days and six nights at the Bellagio in Vegas while doing the skydiving thing.

It was broken up in two trips. I spent three days doing the skydiving adventure. Left to head back to California to finish my adventuring there. Then headed back to Vegas. Father wanted me to head back and honor Sammy, my skydiving instructor. I have shared some of that previously on this blog. I will forever have a special place in my heart for Sammy and his sweet family. Love them all. Deeply.

Today

To be frank, blunt, transparent, and honest as I am…I am not really sure what I am doing with this post. I believe the point of this post is to merely share a compilation of words, not in any particular order, from this past week. I guess I am setting the order of them here. That feels true to me.

I shall start with this morning. Obviously, I heard it is evacuation time. Time to evacuate. I feel like that means more than just dumping these words on this post. I have a number of reasons why I feel that way. It felt like to me…one layer/one definition to this phrase is…it is time for me to evacuate…as in leave. I also heard…vacate the premises. Yesterday, I heard it is time to leave. Time to go. Go time.

I also feel like another layer/meaning to the evacuation word refers to the people. It is time for the Second Exodus to begin. I feel like I kind of have a good idea of the timing on that. Not going to say it publicly because I am not 100% convinced on that.

I have always asked Father when He was coming. I want the day, time, and hour. It is not lost on me that the Bible says, no one/no man knows that time. My response to Him is this…I am no man. I am a woman…so give me the fucking date, time, and hour. This ole gal has earned the right to know this information. ℹ️🤷‍♀️ No withholding from me…not after what I have put up from Him. 😂

Action

Other words I heard this morning were…

It is time for action.

Time for movement.

It was time for me to rise and shine.

Time for me to be anointed and appointed.

I heard evacuation plan. Action plan.

Time to take my position…I believe that means as Queen. Time to lead…be the leader.

Small Talk

Going to share this little bit here.

While on the phone with my spiritual brother Jeff the other day, he literally started the phone conversation saying…(first words out of his mouth when I answered the phone)…one thing I have learned about you is…you are not given to small talk. 😂 It made me laugh. So funny!

He knows when I send him a text message…it is going to be important and have depth. I don’t send messages to people that have little to no value. This ole gal appreciates substance. Jeff knew when he saw that I had sent him a message…it was going to be a valuable one. The man makes my heart smile. 😆 He gets me.

I wanted to share this little story here about a short convo Hannah and I had weeks ago. I am highly amused by it…and it fits with another word I heard from Father on the 11th. Super funny to me.

I am always teaching Hannah. Daily. She used to take notes. At some point in time, she decided to start recording what I was saying. I have no idea how many recordings she has of me now on her phone.

Also, she will document different things I do and/or say on occasion.

Serious

One day I came into the kitchen because I was looking for chocolate morsels. I had emptied the bag I had in my room. Ate them all. Hannah was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen cabinet where the chocolate chips were located. I opened the cabinet, pulled out the bag, and discovered there was only a handful of chocolate morsels left. We had no more in stock.

I turn around and say…this is getting serious man…we are out of chocolate. The look on my face conveyed the seriousness to me of this horrifying situation.

She burst out laughing. She says to me…you THINK it is NOW getting serious? The irony was not lost on me…now I am laughing with her. I am homeless, no income, debts I can’t pay, spent five years in Hell, years in the Wilderness, people think I am crazy, etc. etc. etc. Being out of chocolate chips was serious to me…however, I am completely desensitized to the situation Father has me in and has put me through.

Hannah pulled out her phone to type as she said to me…I have to write this one down. This will never NOT be funny.

It may not be funny to the reader…but this is hysterical to our family given how I have lived my life during the male child years.

BTW…we are completely stocked back up on chocolate chips. Had to make a run to Fresh Thyme to restock. 😂

There was a little version of a small talk story I shared for you. Enough small talk…back to the depths. 😂

Pain Pills

Back to the 11th. Another word Father said to me…which I found hysterical is…it is time to get me off those pain pills. As He said those words, He pointed to the chocolate morsels sitting near me.

Ok…now that is funny folks. His sense of humor slays me at times. I laughed out loud…for real.

So, let me share a bit of info on the pain pill situation.

We all have a cocktail of drugs we use and abuse to comfort self. To cover up/over internal pain. To NOT deal with issues within that need to be dealt with. Man calls some of this…coping. Coping mechanisms.

Listen, I have been working over 30 years to clean my bad self up…while helping others at the same time…so I am not an idiot here. I have smarticles about this stuff. Over this span of time, I have asked Father repeatedly about two things. Chocolate…and cussing.

I spent hours discussing my use of chocolate with Him. I was worried I was using and abusing it as a solution to get out of pain. There is little to no pleasure sitting in my prison cell. My daily chocolate intake is about the only bit of pleasure I get. In my heart, I don’t want to be displeasing to Him…so, I was willing to let it go. Give it up. He was showing me…chocolate was a little tiny gift He gave me during this time. One small bit of pleasure He allowed for me. 🙌 So thankful. For real.

Cussing

Cussing…I had issues with this. Layers of it. During my teen years and into adulthood, I cussed like a sailor. When I came into a relationship with Christ, I quit. I quit a LOT of fleshly behaviors. When I entered into my prison cell back in 2017…shit and fuck became my two favorite words. Cuss words were the only words strong enough for me to convey my emotions to Father about what I was dealing with trapped in my prison cell.

OODLES of times, hours of conversations ensued between Him and I about the fact I was cussing. I repeatedly said to Him…I don’t think I should be cussing. It looks bad to the people. Legalists don’t like it. He had a lot to say about that.

Bottom line…it is part of the warrior in me. I finally got to a place of peace about it. He wasn’t angry about it. Father was leading me. If He didn’t want me to cuss, He would convict me and tell me to stop. Make me repent. I decided if He liked it…I would continue. If He didn’t, He would take it from me. Cussing was NOT a solution for me to use and abuse…it was a gift to me to express the strong emotions I was feeling in my heart and mind. 🤷‍♀️

Dream

I recently had this dream. I am going to share a tiny portion of the tail end of it. In the dream, I had been drugged and kidnapped. Held captive in a dimly lit room.

I was on my back on a couch. To my left was a coffee table. On the other side of it was a group of three or four people. They were sitting on the floor talking. With them were tools. The tools were…a stack of books, sheets of paper with notes written on them, a laptop, and a syringe with poison.

I was listening to them talk as I came out of my sleep/drugged state. They didn’t know I was alert.

Because of their conversation, I knew they had decided it was time for me to die. The woman on the right side was filling the syringe with the poison. They were going to kill me by lethal injection.

I knew I had to act and act fast, or I wasn’t going to make it out of there alive. It felt like to me…I had the advantage over them because they were not aware I was awake and alert.

I stood up acting as if I was no threat to them. Acting like I was still drugged and confused. I decided to fall on them. They were below me as I was standing above them. I stretched out my arms and fell on top of the little group. When I fell, my outstretched arms scattered not only the people, but the tools as well. Everything was scattered.

As soon as I fell in the crucified position, the wall behind me tore open. It split into two separate pieces and in the middle was this blinding pure white light. I knew it was Heaven.

Torn

The dream has multiple meanings. I say that on repeat. He is the Great Recycler. Packs a lot of info in a tiny little space.

It is a picture of past, present, and future.

Many have used those tools in this world to try and destroy me. The enemy has used many people to stop me from stepping into my time. To kill me by lethal injection. Yet…those same people he has used…I was crucified for. Just like Christ died for those who persecuted Him and hated Him…I have laid my life down and died.

When the wall was torn in two…it makes me think of several things. I will mention a couple here.

One…when the veil was torn in the temple when Christ was crucified. The curtain was torn. This tear proved a multitude of things. One I find amusing was the fact He was showing the religious folk He knew the truth…the Ark of the Covenant was NOT in the Most Holy Place. Their offerings were deceptive. The whole religious system was a joke. A farce. His presence was NOT in that temple. It was a false front. A sham. A shame. Merely a show. A performance for the people.

It looks just like modern-day Christianity if you ask me. 😜

Perplexed

The other portion of torn I feel led to share is the fact I feel torn…present day.

I am not sure what to do right now. One vision I see on repeat is me in track and field running the baton race. I am on the field in my lane…ready to take the baton and run my portion of the race. It feels like it is time for me to take the baton and start running. It is my turn to be in charge.

That feels 100% true to me. It is my turn. My time to run my race.

That being said…I want to do videos. I am itching inside all over to start the teachings. I am bubbling up inside to evacuate it all out of me. It feels like I HAVE to teach now. So many words to say. The topics are endless. They are swirling around in my mind.

Not sure where to start and how to start. I am torn. See?

SO much to write. SO much to say. It feels like I have to go. To start teaching.

Yet…it feels like something is holding me back still.

Giant

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I unzipped that suit.

I was inside of this vision of me unzipping it. Actually…what I was doing was peeling my flesh off. It reminded me of how I would butcher/dress frogs when I used to go frog gigging. I would take pliers and peel their skin off like you peel clothes off. Used to love frog legs. Haven’t eaten them in years, since that is a no go with Father.

Once I got my flesh completely off…I saw my body then. It was a spirit. Huge. Free. No boundaries. Nothing holding me in. Wow…felt so amazing to me. I have never felt that free. I spent hours feeling that amazing feeling. Such wonderfulness.

Then I saw me holding the world in my hands. The world was like a tiny ball in my hands. Maybe like a grapefruit. So small in comparison to my spirit. Then I was a giant…like the Jolly Green Giant. There were demons lined up in a staircase. I stepped on their heads as I climbed the ladder to Father. Such a powerful teaching to me as I reflected on what all of this meant in His Kingdom. Explains so much about authority and how you earn it/receive it.

I was telling Hannah the other day…one nugget I got out of all of this was…my flesh is my prison cell. Duh! I knew that…but now I KNOW that in such a deeper way. Freedom in Christ and through Christ takes on a whole new meaning to me now.

Being free from my carnal mind/selfish nature/my flesh…is powerful. Such an incredible feeling to experience.

Evacuate

To go back to the evacuate word…and add that to the lethal injection portion of the dream present day…I believe I must leave.

Over the last week, Father has revealed very detailed plans the enemy has made. I gotta say…some of it I already knew…but wow…I was a bit in shock about some of it. It all made perfect sense to me once all the puzzle pieces were in place.

Plans are in place and in play to stop what Father is planning to accomplish here. It is feeling like it is do or die time for me. Like in that dream…they are currently loading the syringe. I see it. I hear it. My eyes see things people don’t know I see.

Behind the scenes, the enemy has been plotting and planning. Very methodical, detailed plans are trying to be hurried along.

It is time to get out of here. It is time for me to get my authority and step on some demonic heads. I need to crush the enemy’s plans. The souls of the masses are at stake here. It amazes me how Satan can use one man…Haman…to try and kill an entire nation. One man can have that kind of impact on the world.

Just as the disobedience of Eve brought death and curses to humanity…one man can bring death to Father’s nation.

Haman must perish on the gallows he has been building, or an entire nation will be wiped out.

That must not happen. I must take my position and take it now.

Spiritual

So, I feel like my physical body needs to leave…but also my blog needs to launch. I need the people to show up. For them to assemble.

It makes me think of bringing the troops in…assembling the masses to prepare to leave as a group. Assembling my covenant community. His nation.

Also, it makes me think of the animals coming to the Ark to board it in preparation for the coming flood.

Just like Father brought the animals two by two to the Ark for Noah, I need Him to bring the people to my little hidden space on the world wide web. He has to bring them to me. Can’t even imagine how He is going to do that for me.

He has His ways.

I need to leave here spiritually and physically.

Feels like it is time to evacuate. Leave. Go. Time to leave ALL this male child season behind for good. Time for the Earth to swallow up the enemy and all the lies/deception he has been spewing out to the masses. To swallow up the lies and deception the people have been disseminating to the masses…trying to steal my identity. So much needs swallowed up and burned up in the fire.

I must go. I must stop Haman. Must thwart his plans. Going against Father…is NEVER a wise decision. Unfortunately, some people must learn this the painful way.

Time for evacuation. Time to evacuate.

Hannah and Esme are waiting on me. Going to do a lunch date somewhere on this beautiful day. Gotta hit publish.

Have a marvy day. Planning on it myself. Hoping hitting publish will open the door for me to leave here. 🤞😜 Gotta get out of here!!!