I am a prophet. As such, I relay the words, images, and impressions that I receive from my Elohim, the Triune God.
I speak these words in the language I know and in the language of those to whom I am called to share.
I am called to minister healing to those who are in Hell, have been in Hell, or have been touched by Hell. As such, I often use words that do not seem "heavenly". That's OK.
Know that my heart now dwells in the atmosphere of Heaven. I am simply translating that into the language of those of us, who have lived in Hell.
Peace and Goodwill be to all.
This is the last of these chapters that I will be publicly posting. I will continue writing until the story is complete, then format it, gain approval from those whose lives have contributed directly to the tale, and look to publish this, in book form, by early summer. I will be sure to let you […]
A Summer Barbaric of Shenanigans Chapter 19 Filly rose early the next morning and made her way to the children’s transport. She was the first one there and in the quiet breath of air, there hung shimmering dewdrops of peace. These burst quickly, though, and splashed giggles all over her when a handful of small […]
Much has happened on my island since last I wrote of the Golden Castle, the Doorway, and what was on the Other side. That doorway took me to a completely new place that, in the wonder of Paradox, was deeply familiar in being the same. Jesus stood me in the center of my new familiar […]