Organization

I originally started this Organization post back in September of 2022. Most of the photos are from the summer of 2022 when I was living in Michigan with Vanessa and Donovan. Some are recent, which I will point out as we go.

A large part of this post, I considered putting in my previous Oxygenator post. When I sat down to push through that post, the structure of it didn’t bend to include this information. Instead, I feel led to type it here in this post. It fits better.

I am going to apologize upfront here. In my Oxygenator post, I shared how I was feeling as if I needed to push through…force myself to write that post. The same problem is here with this post. It is part of the journey. For some reason, Father/Son/Spirit are forcing me to type when I am not experiencing the flow like normal. Hoping He will meet me here in this place. Hoping the flow will come as I obey and start this post. If not, it is going to feel choppy…to you…and to me. Hate that feeling. For real. If the waters feel choppy to you…hang in there with me. Or…don’t. You are free to leave. 😜

Words

When I entered the kitchen this morning, Hannah said…what is the word. I heard you up through the night working. What did you get?

I told her…lots of words for a post I am writing today.

That means…this is going to be long. Good place to exit now if you don’t like reading lots of words. I am a wordy girl. 🤷‍♀️

This is going on the Life Coaching page of my blog because this is in part about our (Father and I) style of life coaching. Also…there is going to be some really good meat here if you like to chew on the deeper hidden things in life. Stay tuned for some meat to eat if you are into that.

Vanessa

I called Vanessa this morning to ask for her help. I set the stage…explaining what the post was about. How I don’t see the purpose behind it. Why am I doing this? I always need the reasons why. It is who He created me to be.

Here was part of my struggle…and her response.

I feel like this post is…in part…a fraction of a fraction…for/to the enemy. This would include Satan. All demons. Long-time stalkers who can’t seem to let me go…and present stalkers who I know for a fact come here regularly like wolves scouring for something to use against my family. When I say enemy…it includes a group of people and the demonic element they co-labor with.

I was telling Vanessa…it sounds like I am doing one of three things or a combo of them all.

One…defending myself which Father has explicitly told me in the past to never do. So…that is out.

Two…I am explaining my actions…which feels a bit like defending in a weird sort of way. To me…the line between explaining and defending is pretty dang close, and I am not comfortable there. I don’t feel the need to explain my actions and/or beliefs to any man, woman, or child. Especially not demons. 🤨

Three…it feels like I am either bragging, boasting, and/or shoving myself in someone’s face. None of the three above…are me.

Ground

Vanessa and I have a system we use in our conversations. I share…then I say…what comes to mind. Usually, Father has already given her something. If not, then we move to the next step of stopping and asking Father for truth on the matter.

After sharing my stuff, I asked…anything come to mind?

This is what Father gave her. None of those feel right. What it feels like is…you are standing your ground. You are standing against the enemy and not backing down.

Ahhh…ok. Now, I am understanding. Felt so much better about doing the post.

I was reminded of a couple of different things.

One…somewhere around four years ago, this current family of stalkers wanted a meeting with me. At the meeting, they made it clear…they wanted me OUT of Hannah’s life. They didn’t like my influence on her. Felt I was bad for her. What they meant was…I was bad for them. With me in the picture…they couldn’t control her. I was Crystal Clear at the meeting…I wasn’t going anywhere.

I later legally adopted Hannah as my daughter. So…there ya go. There is some evidence to back up our words. Christ and I are standing our ground. We are not playing here. I worked too damn hard to gain this territory. Not backing up.

Father and I have spent almost a decade being patient with said family of stalkers persecuting Christ and I. Our patience has runneth out.

The Dragon

Two…I am reminded it is time for some events to occur in my life. It is time for the dragon (Revelation 12) to leave me alone. He couldn’t steal the truth from me…so he needs to go on his merry little way and leave me to my destiny.

The Earth needs to swallow up the river of lies and deception that evil dragon has been spewing from his mouth.

Several Bible stories come to mind here.

Haman hanging on the gallows he built for Mordecai.

The Sons of Korah being swallowed up in the Earth with fire because they wanted to take Moses down.

The Egyptians drowning in the Red Sea. They got great joy out of enslaving Father’s children. Forcing them to not only make the same number of bricks…but also being forced to get the straw as well. Putting burdens on the people…the people were struggling to bear up under.

Evil taskmasters…bullies who wanted to dominate and control Father’s children.

I love that old saying…give the enemy enough rope and he will hang himself on it. Found that to be true over the years. One that I repeat often and take great comfort in.

I would like to see the prideful and arrogant fall. Got a long list of kingdoms that need to fall. Get all good and giddy thinking about pulling down the stronghold of Christianity. One of many that needs to come down.

Boundaries

I share this because it was a boundary in my mind that settled in like a concrete bunker hidden underground.

Grandpa was spot-on accurate. I did have enough problems in my own life to keep me rather busy on a daily basis. To me…it was a relief when I finally came to the conclusion my neighbor’s problems were their own. I didn’t need to carry them. The truth was…I couldn’t. I could barely carry my own. 😂 To think otherwise was arrogant and prideful of me.

Seriously. I had no idea what in the Hell I was doing with my own life. Every single day…I would beg Father/Son/Spirit to please lead me and guide me in every single decision I made every second of my day. I couldn’t make a wise decision without them. I knew that. My past behavior…pre-Christ…was enough evidence to convince me of this truth.

Why then, would I think I would have answers for anyone else? This is preschool math to me.

I thoroughly enjoyed minding my own business. For real. So much less to worry over. Less of a burden to carry. See? All I needed to do was ask about what I was in charge of…then I was golden. I completely mastered the art of minding my own business and focusing on tending to my own affairs in life.

I was faithful with the little.

Ok…so then…Father started blowing through my boundaries. Giving me more to tend to. 🤨

Death to Flesh

Since I was faithful with the little, I could handle more. This means training. It also means death to my flesh. Boundaries I had established between Father and myself had to come down.

One small aspect of that was inner healing. He made me start doing inner healing with people. My fleshly plan was to merely do inner healing on myself and my children to fix issues we had. Never had any intention of doing inner healing on others.

When He wanted me to start doing that…I moaned and groaned. Bitched and complained. Had zero desire to submit to this crazy notion.

It caused me to spend oodles and oodles of hours of inner healing on myself about doing inner healing on someone else. 🤦‍♀️

I will never forget the first time this came up. I had a mom ask me…why are you and your children so different. There is something about you that is different than everyone else. She couldn’t understand why I was so healthy from an emotional and spiritual standpoint. My children were so much more mature than she was used to seeing.

That dreadful feeling washed over me. I knew I was supposed to share with her about my intimacy with Father/Son/Spirit. My secret was no longer going to be my secret. 🤫🤐😂

With great resistance and hesitancy, I told her. She wanted in on it. The woman was hungry. I couldn’t turn her away. This started an eight-year journey of me working with her…and being forced out of my comfort zone by branching out to work with others.

Clothed With the Sun/Son

Let’s get into some meat here. The meanings of me being clothed with the Sun/Son are vast. Super complex. Multifaceted. Layers. Levels. Mind boggling really. Hurts my little pea brain. I am going to share a tiny tiny fraction of a fraction of the meaning behind it.

In part, it is how I see. The sun/Son are about light. The greater light that lights up our days so we can all see. I walk with the moon under my feet…meaning the lesser light…Holy Spirit…guides each of my steps through the darkness. I am always following the light. Every step is guided by the light. I am never without a light to see by. I see differently than others see. The light is always shining, so I can see His footsteps to walk in.

I can’t afford to take one step outside of His. One step and I am dead. The enemy is always watching me. Father made that Crystal Clear to me many years ago. That is seared in my brain. 🧠😳

This is important in my relationships as you will understand as I present the meat below. Here is why in a short summary. If you are a cockroach who likes to feed off death in the darkness…I will see you. The light is always shining, and I see what is hidden in the darkness.

This makes anyone who comes into my circle…want to run and hide.

Signs

I have spoken about signs previously. Let’s talk about them again. I see the signs. I read the signs all around me.

Every single spirit in the spirit realm puts off signs. Dark signs. Light signs. Depends on what side they are on.

One way I look at it…is signatures. Everyone and everything has a signature. A stamp. A banner. A flag. An energy. Vibration. Smell. Taste. Light. Sound. Feel. Saturation. Color. Frequency. Temperature. Etc. This list goes on.

Think night vision goggles. I wear them…24/7.

Think of a radar screen. Boat. Ship. Submarine. Plane. Etc. When you come into my inner circle…you are now on my radar screen. This means I start reading you. Everything about you.

Think of an X-ray machine. I watch Border Control shows where they x-ray suspected drug mules to see if they have swallowed narcotics. Those little packages of drugs show up while they are sitting in their digestive tract. I can see the drugs you are carrying in your belly. All of them. I’ve got x-ray vision.

Think PET Scan. The first time I heard of said scan was Dad telling me about it. This is how he described it to me. Since sugar feeds cancer…they have you drink sugar. Then while the cancer is feeding off the sugar, they scan you to find the cancer. I can see the cancer inside of you that is killing you…plus what it is feeding on.

Think of being impacted with fecal matter. All backed up inside. I see the constipation of your soul and spiritual digestive systems.

Death

Sometimes it reminds me of sharks sensing blood in the water. Bears smelling blood in the air. Vultures flying over the land and seeing the lack of movement from a person or animal. Knowing death is occurring or has occurred.

Oodles of years ago, I was working with a woman. I had been asking Father about her. He sent me a dream that night to help me understand what I was dealing with. I will never forget that dream.

In the dream, we were standing at a potluck line. She was trying to get her food, but she was struggling because she kept belching and farting as if things were getting ready to exit her body. It was super obnoxious. Everyone around was looking at me. Wanting me to help her and fix her. She was frantically looking at me to help. I said to her…go to the bathroom.

I once had a co-worker when I worked a worldly job at a gas station. Her nickname was Debbie Downer. I told my boss…I am not working with her. It only took me a few hours to see I was better off working alone and staying later rather than trying to put up with her for an entire shift. Every single time she opened her mouth…she was vomiting. That was all I could see. Vomit spewing from her mouth.

I was so disgusted by her…I refused to work with her. I needed a remote to mute her. Since I couldn’t change her heart, mind, attitude, or mouth, I requested a change in the situation. Thankfully, my boss told her to go home. She wasn’t willing to lose me as a worker.

Father’s Eyes

Here is the truth. Father sees all. He smells your scent. All scents. He hears everything you say and do. Every single thought you think. No one can hide anything from Him. No one.

Because I have spent over 30 years pursuing His heart. His mind. His eyesight. Pursued every single thing about Him…and been obedient to every single task He has given me to do…He rewards me. He has gifted me with abilities no one else has been given the privilege to experience.

Although I have struggled in the past with the negative sides of this, I do appreciate the honor of it all.

This has caused me to live in the purification fire for over 30 years. It has caused those who come onto my radar screen to encounter harsh truths. I get why some fall away. I get why the cockroaches want to run and hide. Truly…I understand the hatred. Don’t appreciate it…but I get it.

Those who are cowards afraid of emotional pain will run and hide. They will lash out in hatred against me because they don’t want to deal with their issues.

Although pain is not pleasant, it is a gift from Father. It should lead us to Him who takes the pain away if we let Him. 🤷‍♀️

Mothering

According to Father’s rules…I am a Life Coach. I am also Mother.

Since my enemies are constantly slandering me and lying about me…saying I am a bad influence…it has caused me to actually start looking at my influence. It ties in with my post, Transformation Specialist. Such a powerful post for me. Probably always will be.

I am super grateful to have the opportunity to look back at what a powerful influencer I have been. The influencer I am. Fuels the fire in me to keep doing what I am doing. To stand my ground AND to expand my territory. I am ready to light the world on fire. Let’s go big or go home I always say. 😂

Society has done mothers a horrible disservice. They have put them at the bottom of the barrel. In today’s society, being a stay-at-home mom is looked down upon. I want to change that perception in this world. It is a privilege to stay home and raise the children you gave birth to. My grandpa always said to me…if you are going to have them…you should stay home and raise them. It was wisdom. That is exactly what I did…despite the shit I received from a lot of people who arrogantly thought I should go get a job and work out in the world.

It always amazed me how someone could believe they knew what was best for the child Father created. Each child belongs to Him. As a parent, you are responsible for raising that child according to His standards. If you choose NOT to do that…you will be held accountable for choosing to raise His child your way.

Faithful

Once again, since I was faithful in the little things and raised my natural-born children His way…He gave me other people’s children to raise.

In steps Vanessa and Hannah. Vanessa first. I have shared bits of our stories before. Father told me Vanessa would become homeless. I was to take her in and she would become my daughter.

That happened.

Not long after Vanessa entered the family, Hannah followed.

The girls grew up in an extremely dysfunctional home like most in society today. Their natural mother is a hoarder. Has lots of issues.

Just focusing on the hoarding in this post, leads you to understand where the girls started when they came to me.

Hoarding in the natural is a sign. Right? It is a signature. It shows me that not only are you hoarding things in this world physically, but you are hoarding just as much or more in your soul and your spirit. Hoarding is a sign of much sickness within.

When children grow up in this kind of situation, it causes an enormous amount of stunted development in their souls and spirits.

Neither Vanessa nor Hannah had a clue how to manage a home. Had no clue how to be a healthy individual physically, emotionally, or spiritually.

Basics

What we would consider basics in life management were not basics to them.

I have been homeless for over four years now. During that time, Father has made me live with my adult children. He did that so I could invest that time in teaching Vanessa and Hannah how to live life.

We are talking about every single aspect of life…down to basic hygiene here.

There is not one aspect of life…I have not covered with these two girls. I have mothered them. Coached them. Mentored them. Taught them. Pushed them. Disciplined them.

The photos you see in this post of Vanessa’s home in Michigan were taken as a result of extensive work with me. We spent several weeks going through every room in her house. I have done the exact same thing with Hannah. Teaching them how to wash dishes. How to do laundry. Cooking. Organizing their clothes. Cabinets.

I have spent time teaching them how to manage their time on a daily basis. Organizing their day. Structuring their day.

Value

One concept I taught them was value. Placing value on every single thing in life. What is truly valuable? What is not? Why is something valuable? Why is it not?

Convictions. How they guide your life. Set healthy boundaries in your world.

The value of health. Physical health by keeping chemicals out of the body and only bringing into the body that which was created to nourish it. The value of emotional health and why it is important to deal with your emotional issues. I had to teach them about the importance of spiritual health…why obedience to Christ keeps your soul safe. The how’s and why’s.

I have taught them the value of being a mother and running a home. Mothering with excellence by submitting to Father’s ways instead of their own. Being loving wives by being a helpmate instead of a hindrance in the marriage.

I continue to teach them the importance of cleaning their own inner selves up to be healthy individuals for their own enjoyment and pleasure…but to also be a joy and pleasure to be in a relationship with others. To pursue relationships with people who also see value in change, growth, and development.

I have taught all of my children to love learning. To always be growing. Always be learning. Always developing their skills and knowledge in every area of life. To not fear growth and change. To be brave, bold, courageous, and enjoy the adventure life is.

Hand in Hand

When I say I walk hand in hand with the people I coach…I mean that. Crystal Ann Laura gets into the trenches with them…daily. I pull them up out of their shitty mess. I help them find the solution in Christ. He is always the solution. Each problem has an answer, and it is rooted in Christ. I know Him personally, so I lead them to Him.

My approach is holistic. I work with body, soul, and spirit…bringing health and healing to all three in tandem.

When I say I AM THE Transformation Specialist…I am not blowing smoke up your ass. The adult children in my life are the evidence of that statement. Vanessa always says…you have the fruit.

She is right. I do. And…the enemy knows it. He/they hate it.

I get where Satan comes from. His thoughts are easy to dismiss. But mankind…I struggle to understand that. So…you are so afraid of pain that you can’t admit you need to grow and change? Wow…you are going to let pain stop you?

I don’t understand that level of cowardice. You are ok with staying that weak? Really?

Territory

As these girls have grown into women…they have made HUGE positive changes. They have become/are becoming the women Father created and designed them to be. As they continue to mature and grow as women and mothers…they will pass this beauty down to their children.

I love seeing the changes in my grandkids.

Hannah was telling me last night of this really cool story of how Esme was hearing Father speaking to her in the store the other day. It was so clear what she heard was indeed Father. No four-year-old could have come up with what she heard. Hannah has been building intimacy with Christ and sharing that intimacy with her daughter. As they speak with Christ together, Esme is developing the ears to hear Him too.

She will only continue to build intimacy with Christ as she ages. What a privilege it would have been for me to have been able to hear His voice starting at the age of four. What a gift Hannah is giving her daughter.

I will spend the rest of my life expanding the territory for Christ on this Earth in the hearts of the people. That is my heart. To share my love for Him…with the world around me.

My enemies are right. I am a powerful influencer because I bring the life, love, and truth of Jesus Christ to the hearts of the people in my circle. I am changing lives positively every day.

Health

When you hang with me…I will help you take out your trash and replace it with beauty. Health…in all three bodies.

I will help you remove your pain and show you Christ can replace it with pleasure and peace.

I will never and I mean never stop teaching my seed the truth of Jesus Christ. For the rest of my days, I will influence those around me to see the value in truth. Growth. Change. Christ-centered character. Emotional health. Spiritual health. Etc.

If it brings life to someone…I will teach it. I will encourage it.

Losers

When you fight what Father has planned, you are fighting a losing battle. It is foolish to try.

When you sit there and look at the fruit I have produced in the lives of the people around me…and judge it to be bad…rotten…you have serious heart issues you need to look at. To condemn me for helping people clean up their lives while you sit on your high horse looking down and bashing us…wow…you got a set of balls bigger than the state of Texas buddy. You need castration…cuz you think way too highly of your bad selves.

Always remember…pride goes before a fall. The higher you place yourself on that horse…the harder the fall will be. The more pain you will experience when you hit that ground. In the end, you will lose more than you wanted to pay. Man is not limited to this natural realm. There is a higher realm we co-exist in.

Some truths to chew on. One last time…I would encourage you to repent.

Hardship

No human being can understand the hardship Father/Son/Spirit/Satan have put me through to build me into the woman I was created to be. It comforts me to some degree/measure that Father/Son/Spirit were there with me all along the way. They know.

But to be honest, there is part of me that wants the world to know. I have spent my life thus far having the shit beat out of me. The point was for me to get to the lowest of lows. I get that…but I would like to be taken to the highest of highs. I want my rewards. This ole gal has earned them. I deserve them.

Also…I want Father to validate me in front of the long list of enemies who have spent years hating my guts and shit-talking me endlessly. So over their shit. 💩😂 They deserve whatever death He gives them. You reap what you sow.

This morning, one of the visions I saw was of a door. It was being opened by what I think was my male child. Didn’t see a face…but Christ is the door. So…there ya go.

Power

The thought of Him showing up in my life used to scare me. I was so scared of that power. I have experienced it in such a small measure. Wow…unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Shook me to the core.

When I looked at that vision this morning, I realized I was no longer scared of the power. 🤯 Mind-boggling to me. Not sure when the fear vanished…but it is gone.

Instead, I thought to myself…I NEED that power. I want that power. I welcome that power. That is such a major change in my mind and heart. Made me happy…yet perplexed. Not sure how that changed, why, or when.

His power is such a mystery to me. Would love to know it intimately though. Hoping soon.

Well…this little teapot has been tipped over and poured out. I am empty. Feeling so much better with all those words placed right where they are supposed to be.

Have a marvy day! Planning on it myself. 🥰