Everybody knows this neighborhood exists in Austin, Texas. What is more, not far from where my daddy and his brother built that house, a Wiccan school is now residing alongside the Golden Wood of GOD. Stay away from the ‘hood please. Some of my lovely people live there and a still birth occurred. Come on ya’ll. Christians love Jesus too. Once saved always saved is true; however, you will own your stuff is what I’m finding out in real life about God the Father. You always will be returned to where your greatest fear was if you are a lax American Christian.
I was told in 2008, rather sanctimoniously, as I was being driven insane that if I left the problems would go with me so I stayed because I could see that truth-point. Go back to Jackson, MS, oh wise Curtis Edward Coffey. You been running here in Austin, Texas, is my point this morning. Don’t expect God to glance at what you pulled in 2017, Babe. I love you enough, and the world, to point this out today as I set our Husband (Ephesians) free at least in Austin, Texas, by sharing some allegory after a key dream I had on Richard’s (#6) birthday in 2016. (Prophetess note: I am letting Curtis off light in this article because he has suffered as much, or perhaps more, than I have. But who is competing here? This article is a conglomeration of 1. truth about my real life as a prophetess seeing glorified bodies, 2. the need for my Jacob (a.k.a. Curtis) to go back to Jackson, MS, and face his Esau named Alva Walter Coffey, and 3. a glaring announcement that I think Curtis is talking to some people and has been hiding it for quite some time though he did admit to me not long ago that he worried–he truly is afraid I’m just insane. But then he has proceeded to be reduced by God in my line of sight though the problem is there are few witnesses to how very verbally abused I have become. Curtis, some of his children, Recie more than anyone, and Christians in general have verbally abused me but would never own up to it. They demand that I be bi-polar. In Austin, I am reduced to a bi-polar, crazy woman existence on a regular basis. People formed habits of “protecting” me which means they don’t talk to me while they say I am too hard to deal with while they reject my testimony. It is a vicious cycle. One of the people I think Curtis has informed is Bill Lawler who married us. If Curtis didn’t communicate with him, someone associated with us did is my guess. I have had a ton of people communicated with about me but it wasn’t Jesus doing the communicating–or the angels of God whom now I see–so these people are still playing games thinking they are forgiven and putting pressure on me to testify to get them exonerated in writing because I have the skill of “live” testimony according to the book of Revelation. Curtis is NOT one of those people but it is viciously wrong that he has denied my testimony the last 4 months. He also point blank refused to submit to a pastor with me so we could talk about my prophetess life. He told me last month he will no longer ever again become a member to any church and while I respect that, I cannot not be honest about his decisions. He has cut himself off from the part of me who is a prophetess and demands that I just be his wife and the mother of his children, nothing more or less.)
I have seen Dad and my brother Patrick Clayton Beaty in the same place 2 times now. I love Dad’s smile in that glorified body. He is such a sweet man. That is, he is sweet until you pull stuff and that man of GOD is who told me the real truth one day in 2008 after he exorcised a demon off his daughter named Insanity: Babe, remember: we war not with flesh and blood but with powers and principalities on high. Now Coffey Children: so help me GOD if you say anything to each other, your father, or me about the above paragraph, I am going to post your disrespect of me over on Uncovered No More under the page titled “I Will NOT Be Moved”. Patrick Stephen Coffey, I done told you time and again that I was NOT GOING TO deny Jesus Christ. So that is why I keep going to Life Austin and Austin Cathedral. At least when I went to that new chapel at Life Austin, the idiot at the piano had shaved his white head. Shaboopie you kidz of GOD. You presume too much and pray too little and I am just saying. Go listen to Doug Addison and Graham Cooke. They got together on a podcast this week or last. I just re-tweeted it @PrayingWithIAM this early morning.
Jesus Loves Her & Eliphaz
March 12, 2016
pp. 285-288 from “Uncovered No More: a four blood moon testimony (vol 3)” which is, um, Revelation 13 accurately destroyed oh white boyz & girlz born from 1950 like John Paul Jackson and beyond backward. You guyz and galz younger than John Paul better stop it if your skin is white. Little Sissy is mega-miffed that I couldn’t finish my beautiful artwork for John Paul’s book. I had to delete the article to get to this dream today. Shit!
Job 2:7-14 So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown. And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes. Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die. But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips. Now when Job’s three friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came every one from his own place; Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite: for they had made an appointment together to come to mourn with him and to comfort him. And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven. So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.
I have admitted a few times that I feel like a female Job, so to speak. That is because after a demon spoke through my voice in September of 2008, I could tell somebody of the demonic army had been talking to God, and God had allowed that to happen to me.
Being trained in Christianity as I have been, it heretofore has been inconceivable to me that 1) I was somebody demons would even care about and 2) God would do such a thing as allow such a thing. But yet, I knew that God is in hell too so what has happened from that time until precisely now, and what continues to happen, is that I am over and again truly amazed at what love can do in Christ Jesus (Psalm 139:8).
For instance, just this afternoon, I smiled big at a little family in the Costco parking lot and admired the little girl’s dress. This family looked like another “faith”, such as Hindu. When I complimented the little girl, she ran up and hugged me. Her parents were blessed and so was I.
The reason I am writing this article is because I am just about knee-deep in a boatload of deliverance issues these days. (OK NOW does everybody understand WHY I MIGHT talk to Curtis the way I just did, above? He openly admits 1) he cannot see anything or anyone I”m talking about–thank you GOD! YOU don’t show up around him and neither do Gabriel or Patrick Clayton so I look like an idiot when Gaga knows I’m not. 2) that he thinks he can do the deliverance work I’m doing, and understand Revelation as well as his relationship with Jesus Christ, without my help as the seer on this property. You have freaking got to be kidding me, Curtis. Not only am I really, really, really, your helper, I am a seer. Shit! White men! Yes, Curtis, I’m talking to you!) At the moment, my godfather is dying. There is so much pain coming out of my family’s life that it is overwhelming. I am not going to go into detail, but I will say one thing as I conclude this article with a resurrection dream I had this early morning. H have had three of those dreams. Resurrection dreams are a lot of work. But as my mother pointed out to me today as we work through her brother’s death, it is good work.
In the dream, there was a child who was a “toddler”, but the height of my son Richard who is fifteen today. That means this child was about 5’6″. The child was very thin and dead on a table or platform. It was like the child was dressed for eating: like a roasted pig with an apple in its mouth. But this child had a large strawberry in his/her mouth.
I kept panning in and out of the dream. Curtis was up on the table trying to take the strawberry out of the child’s mouth. Our children were on the far side of the table. At the end of the dream, Curtis removed the large strawberry and I saw the child’s tongue begin to wag in the mouth (his tongue was loosed) and then Curtis told our children to remove the other strawberries from around the body.
The child got up and rushed into my arms and was clinging to me. I just kept hugging the child. I never saw the face. But the child was comforted. (Matthew 19:12-30)………
For there are some eunuchs, which were so born from their mother’s womb: and there are some eunuchs, which were made eunuchs of men: and there be eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven’s sake. He that is able to receive it, let him receive it.
13 Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them.
14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
15 And he laid his hands on them, and departed thence.
16 And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?
17 And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.
18 He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,
19 Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
20 The young man saith unto him, All these things have I kept from my youth up: what lack I yet?
21 Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.
22 But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions.
23 Then said Jesus unto his disciples, Verily I say unto you, That a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom of heaven.
24 And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
25 When his disciples heard it, they were exceedingly amazed, saying, Who then can be saved?
26 But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.
27 Then answered Peter and said unto him, Behold, we have forsaken all, and followed thee; what shall we have therefore?
28 And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
29 And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.
30 But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first.
- I reported to Bobby Conner some time ago about this dream. The child in the dream is the mountain heir in New Hampshire named Bradley Ballinger. His wife’s name is Kate. Bobby Conner’s first born son is Bradley Conner. The time Curtis shook Bobby’s hand and spoke to him while my mama hugged Bobby Conner at the back of Cathedral of Praise, I was getting the shit off Bradley Ballinger through Bradley Conner’s seal of God on his forehead (Revelation 14) because Bradley Ballinger is not high elect so he had to be adopted (Revelation 7). Bradley Conner and I are 51 together. Bradley Conner is about four months older than me. Aaron Jackson, the modern day Elisha in the heavenly door ministries of America all glory to GOD, is high elect like his daddy and grand-daddy, both of whom I’ve seen as glorified bodies. As a matter of fact, in my stupid, highly gifted, life, I’ve seen John Paul so many times I’m getting irritated. You want a good Halloween costume? Be Cara Coffey and I am just saying. I am the biggest freak show in America right now. I have to deal with Deity Confusion. Yes, that is a thing or issue or whatever in my life.
- Job’s Daughters here is still having issues or I wouldn’t be in the fix I’m in today so help me GOD. Break that up over there, people. You are too white for the good of Jesus Christ and I am just saying. Ford Motor Company and Dodge are controlling things financially in some pockets of my life as a prophetess. I have a feeling Ford Motor Company is funding quite a bit at Life Austin but I may be wrong.
- It is 6:34 AM: Curtis and I just had a difficult conversation and his parting remark was that he doesn’t think I understand myself. He insists on blaming me for how he feels his family life is not peaceful and what is more he has turned the children’s perception of their mother to this point of view. I just now, as I got my second cup of coffee out of the microwave in the dining room, assured him that yes, I understand myself. He walked out of the house rather miffed and had already assured me that I had pretty much ruined his day with the conversation. If it is up to Curtis, I will say nothing anymore. All that he wants is peace for himself. He is fully aware of my testimony as it concerns Jesus Christ. Let me remind the world that Curtis Edward Coffey denied my testimony by Father’s Day 2017 and now I’m dealing with a man who just wants peace for his birthday and thinks I am the sole source of contention in this house. He constantly puts pressure on me to change for the sake of his peace and the peace of his children. My oldest children expect me to listen to them as to what I am saying and doing and change myself so that I can be loved again their way. Nobody, and I mean nobody including my own mother, have time to stop and listen to the me that is really me. They just want me to go back to what I was before the last nine years. And I feel punished 24/7/365 right now until I do what they say to prove my own testimony wrong. My oldest family insist on saying and acting out their reality–and they insist that they need to direct me back to the real world. There are people in my life outside of this #3 who have been informed so I have witnesses. I keep my witnesses deeply hidden for obvious reasons at this point. God bless America.
Here a daughter sits in her bedroom of new beauty. She has a bay window in her little abode, and she sips warm tea there and rocks in her chair, gently swaying with the memories, watching the sunrises and sunsets, and pondering across the miles, times, and seasons of life.
Mama Mary Virginia opened the door; she peeked upon her daughter there. Behold, a shaft of light cascaded gently upon this sister’s head; His banner over us is love. And then, these daughters began to ponder together in long-suffering silence as her beloved all watch, pray without ceasing, rejoice, give thanks in everything, and endeavor to work out their salvation with fear and trembling before God the Father.
It has been twenty-eight years sitting there, and this daughter realizes she must go back and remember her Golden Wood as she scratches the ear of her faithful golden lab Sam. He smiles into her eyes and lies down beside her chair in a contented sigh of relief. Little Sister could walk a couple of miles in a day, and sometimes those were hot walks. he is ready for a nap.
Sleep my beloved; sleep in quiet repose as this little sister tells a tale of terror which turns to gold dust by the end of it. There are not any real post of gold at the end of rainbows to see in this great, wide, beautiful world. But yet, there are tales of gold-spun, fine tapestries of cloth which waft upward to heaven and make our Father smile in sweet repose sometimes with us as His people across time unto forevermore with Him.
1 Corinthians 4
I reported this chapter in essence to Bobby Conner recently. Everyone needs to know he is my primary heavenly door witness now. It is all glory to GOD.
Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God.
2 Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful.
3 But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man’s judgment: yea, I judge not mine own self.
4 For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified: but he that judgeth me is the Lord.
5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.
6 And these things, brethren, I have in a figure transferred to myself and to Apollos for your sakes; that ye might learn in us not to think of men above that which is written, that no one of you be puffed up for one against another.
7 For who maketh thee to differ from another? and what hast thou that thou didst not receive? now if thou didst receive it, why dost thou glory, as if thou hadst not received it?
8 Now ye are full, now ye are rich, ye have reigned as kings without us: and I would to God ye did reign, that we also might reign with you.
9 For I think that God hath set forth us the apostles last, as it were appointed to death: for we are made a spectacle unto the world, and to angels, and to men.
10 We are fools for Christ’s sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honourable, but we are despised.
11 Even unto this present hour we both hunger, and thirst, and are naked, and are buffeted, and have no certain dwellingplace;
12 And labour, working with our own hands: being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we suffer it:
13 Being defamed, we intreat: we are made as the filth of the world, and are the offscouring of all things unto this day.
14 I write not these things to shame you, but as my beloved sons I warn you.
15 For though ye have ten thousand instructers in Christ, yet have ye not many fathers: for in Christ Jesus I have begotten you through the gospel.
16 Wherefore I beseech you, be ye followers of me.
17 For this cause have I sent unto you Timotheus, who is my beloved son, and faithful in the Lord, who shall bring you into remembrance of my ways which be in Christ, as I teach every where in every church.
18 Now some are puffed up, as though I would not come to you.
19 But I will come to you shortly, if the Lord will, and will know, not the speech of them which are puffed up, but the power.
20 For the kingdom of God is not in word, but in power.
21 What will ye? shall I come unto you with a rod, or in love, and in the spirit of meekness?
6:57 AM text message to Curtis Edward Coffey:
Titled: Never mind about sex
But thank you for explaining it all. I was confused. Please forgive me for causing you stress before your work day. I should have waited to ask about it after you got home.
When you don’t feel pressure, we can enjoy sex again. I will check with you every once in a while because I enjoy our time together. I love you Curtis and I am truly sorry you actually think that I don’t understand myself while at the same time I can see you do understand yourself better than I’ve seen for our marriage’s history. I am happy for you, truly.
Curtis: Thank you for understanding. Going through growing pains at 55 is a bitch (emoticon stare in space *no emotion* because Curtis and I cannot feel anymore sometimes after what we’ve been through).
Me: You are welcome. I could laugh, but not today. My Love Curtis is in pain. I am too. (emoticon kiss).
As I typed out this text message, and on my interactive iPhone list, Sounds of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel and Don’t Waste Your Life (feat. Swayne Tryumf) by Lecrae–Rebel were playing.
Curtis and I love one another. Other white Christians have altered reality around us. We aren’t like Donald Trump and his idiotic side-kick ass hole Pence: we don’t have enough money to gild our stupid lives into what we think God will accept in heaven. So help me GOD you attack Curtis Coffey and you attack me. Shit I will take you down over and again. I will do what I have to do to get to Jesus Christ staying in the room with Curtis Coffey and hugging my brother love like I saw Him hug Aaron–not Jackson–recently all glory to GOD and in Jesus Name, amen.
I warned Randy Phillips and a few others: you gouged out Curtis Edward Coffey’s eyes and left him to die. Randy Phillips, I don’t freaking care how many people drop dead in that church of yours on Hwy 71. You will own your shit just as much as that young ass hole John Thomas who is the President of Streams Ministries International and his side-kick Recie Edward Saunders, III.
Recie, I’ve got Hispanic and Czchek blood in me too. What you don’t have that I do is the last name of Beaty but to underwrite your mother Mary Virginia using my mother shamefully how you have done is beyond the pale for me. Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to report how my mother’s life is being fucked over by her family at this present darkness? Mary Virginia–you should have called me before you changed my mother’s insurance after you got that POA.
It is ALL in Jesus Name, all glory to GOD how I love you all.
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
2 The good man is perished out of the earth: and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net.
3 That they may do evil with both hands earnestly, the prince asketh, and the judge asketh for a reward; and the great man, he uttereth his mischievous desire: so they wrap it up.
4 The best of them is as a brier: the most upright is sharper than a thorn hedge: the day of thy watchmen and thy visitation cometh; now shall be their perplexity.
5 Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.
6 For the son dishonoureth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter in law against her mother in law; a man’s enemies are the men of his own house.
7 Therefore I will look unto the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me.
8 Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy: when I fall, I shall arise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me.
9 I will bear the indignation of the Lord, because I have sinned against him, until he plead my cause, and execute judgment for me: he will bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold his righteousness.
10 Then she that is mine enemy shall see it, and shame shall cover her which said unto me, Where is the Lord thy God? mine eyes shall behold her: now shall she be trodden down as the mire of the streets.
11 In the day that thy walls are to be built, in that day shall the decree be far removed.
12 In that day also he shall come even to thee from Assyria, and from the fortified cities, and from the fortress even to the river, and from sea to sea, and from mountain to mountain.
13 Notwithstanding the land shall be desolate because of them that dwell therein, for the fruit of their doings.
14 Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thine heritage, which dwell solitarily in the wood, in the midst of Carmel: let them feed in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.
15 According to the days of thy coming out of the land of Egypt will I shew unto him marvellous things.
16 The nations shall see and be confounded at all their might: they shall lay their hand upon their mouth, their ears shall be deaf.
17 They shall lick the dust like a serpent, they shall move out of their holes like worms of the earth: they shall be afraid of the Lord our God, and shall fear because of thee.
18 Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy.
19 He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.
20 Thou wilt perform the truth to Jacob, and the mercy to Abraham, which thou hast sworn unto our fathers from the days of old.
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.
2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:
4 That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
5 And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
6 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
7 But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.
8 Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.
9 After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
11 Give us this day our daily bread.
12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
14 For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:
15 But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
16 Moreover when ye fast, be not, as the hypocrites, of a sad countenance: for they disfigure their faces, that they may appear unto men to fast. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
17 But thou, when thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face;
18 That thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret: and thy Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly.
19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
21 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
22 The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.
23 But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!
24 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
I swear, oh yes I do, that Prez John Thomas has a racket over there in Lewisville, Texas. They take bets at Streams Ministries International as to who gets to be called ass hole by Cara Coffey this week. That’s how this game rolls, isn’t it John Paul? You waltz up hell steps while leaving John, Scott Evelyn, and I to do the dirty work. Get your ass down here, John Paul, and we can call ’em ass holes together. Maybe they’ll believe Jesus then, hey?
God have mercy on my soul. This last part bolded above NOT of the Bible is called Revelation 17 conversation. In real life. We all know who Jesus’s friends are: tax collectors and sinners. Sinners have more fun. That’s what I wanna tell the Baptist crowd, like Pence, today. What a stupid stunt walking out of a football game. Shit!
It is 12:35 PM. John Paul Jackson–or someone who knows about me and therefore I was in a time of confusion like SMI tends to put me in so I thought it was John Paul–and Jesus Christ (I’m not confused on That One and I’m just saying) were at Walmart this morning. “John Paul” was named Richard. Patrick Clayton Beaty and Jesus Christ were at the YMCA in Oak Hill. It is obvious in this blog article that I am having people do things like block me on Twitter (John Thomas has done it twice now) and withhold sex while appearing quite normal themselves. Or they talk to my mother on the phone, borrow money from my parents after Dad died, and get POA and new insurance for my mother. They didn’t get their way, whomever they are. Mom was supposed to go with Mary Virginia to the mountain in New Hampshire this next weekend. Let’s just say that MVP is going it alone, Babes. Jesus said no, SMI. Take that and shove it up your ass, please and thank you. I will fucking now tell you who is THE MVP in Austin, Texas, by the testimony of my son Patrick Stephen Coffey about two years ago:
Eara Abigail Coffey
Edith Renae Coffey–Sweet Love, I’m so glad you divorced that shit.
Esther Grace Coffey
Do you all of America honestly think it is a COINcidence that I kneeled in the River at Austin Cathedral with witnesses during the weekend controversy of #TakeAKnee? And then Pence staged a walk out. Curtis voted for Donald Trump, by the way. All that happened to me was I got an invite to the after-election dinner that is in my prayer piece of furniture and Margaret had wages withheld and had to go fix it just like when she lived in the upper room with no windows like Eara is doing now, a demon kept turning on the light when she turned it off to sleep so she just shrugged and fell asleep anyway.
As Jesus Christ is my witness last Sunday, Esther Grace, wearing blue and white, was on the left side of the church Austin Cathedral, kneeling prostrate on the top step going up to the stage. I hollered, literally, Hallelujah! several times. Then I disappeared in real life: I went and sat under the mirror and colored a mandela. Lo and behold, I looked up from my Throne Room position and there stood Jesus Christ in front of me in a light blue shirt and tan shorts. His socks were black–warning me. It’s always black or red when shit is going down in Armageddon for the Jet Set Crowd at the moment. Who are we? I dunno. I never knew. Guyz and Galz in this article, I love ALL of you…………To our right were Kami from New York in a deep yellow, beautiful dress and another young man wearing glasses that I had seen before.
Aaron, that other one who is the faithful friend of my cousin Jessica Ann Pace who loves me only less than she loves the LORD GOD, came up to get a Jesus Hug and then also took the children including Esther Grace to Sunday School. Essie has friends everywhere. She loves Austin Cathedral. Yay GOD.
These are the Jesus People. They stand guard over Little Sister while she worships in the Throne Room 24/7/365 no matter what everyone else thinks or does. Patrick really did declare Eara the MVP two years ago but her mama has some say. Eara is in front for one simple reason (LOL): Edith Renae has a pink dragon that grows so we gotta watch that Baby Girl. She is lethal. Yay God and in Jesus Name, amen. We all know about Essie Gracie: she and Grandma Esther Jackson kick ass up and below stairs, no big deal. It is in Jesus Name, amen.
Both Psalms are yet again from an interactive list. Right now as I sign off and go do my life today for the rest of the day (12:56 PM Central), Tryin’ Times by Roberta Flack is playing. It is all glory to GOD how no matter what ya’ll do, Jesus Christ is running you down but I had to call out to GOD today at the YMCA. People see me do this, ya’ll. I have to cover my eyes I see so wide open–as I do back stretches to ease my aching body that is being glorified with a lot of other people’s bodies right before our very human, naked eyes. Patrick my brother was wearing royal blue today while Lady Gaga was in a drop dead royal blue dress with a huge head covering on (Gurl! Hillarious! and I wish I had your boobs! LOLOL) so Royal Blue is finally royal after a bunch of impostors tried to wear that color and failed miserably–they know Recie. Don’t ask me how I know. That is ‘nother story altogether. Ya’ll got the lame version for this year in this article. Get thankful or shut the fuck up. I’m sick of your stuff going down around here.
Plead my cause, O Lord, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me.
2 Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help.
3 Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.
4 Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.
5 Let them be as chaff before the wind: and let the angel of the Lord chase them.
6 Let their way be dark and slippery: and let the angel of the Lord persecute them.
7 For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.
8 Let destruction come upon him at unawares; and let his net that he hath hid catch himself: into that very destruction let him fall.
9 And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord: it shall rejoice in his salvation.
10 All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?
11 False witnesses did rise up; they laid to my charge things that I knew not.
12 They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul.
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.
14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
15 But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: yea, the abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew it not; they did tear me, and ceased not:
16 With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.
17 Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.
18 I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people.
19 Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.
20 For they speak not peace: but they devise deceitful matters against them that are quiet in the land.
21 Yea, they opened their mouth wide against me, and said, Aha, aha, our eye hath seen it.
22 This thou hast seen, O Lord: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.
23 Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.
24 Judge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness; and let them not rejoice over me.
25 Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.
26 Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.
27 Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the Lord be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.
28 And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying,
3 Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4 He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
6 Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
8 Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
11 Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Whatever. I did it again. I released testimony when it is sealed. You cannot stop me on blogs. So give up. Because I’m probably going to copy and paste this article to a private spot except the prayers and the names of the people doing stuff. Love Without Tragedy/Mother Mary by Rihanna at 1:04 PM and I have goosebumps. I get them several times a day which means I’m traveling either up or down. I love you. I forgive you all in this article. It is love that makes the way so let’s now do this together. Stop thinking you can pull out. You lied to GOD. He loves you and forgives you. I know my life testimony is impossible to believe. I know it. That never stops me. You never stopped me and I know one of these days you are going to be glad that you didn’t but not today. Today was too painful for me to be able to say that you are happy with me right now.
Thank you Alex–for liking this article. I need you today, Love, just like I need this one and that one on Twitter, on blogs, and elsewhere to keep moving. God preserve this little sister. It is too hard again.
Despicable Me 3’s YouTube trailer. Awe shit. That was a good article. Bobby Conner is Gru and I’m Lucy. The twin brothers are easy: John Paul, Man, u r Gru 2. Curtis Edward Coffey is White Gru with Scott Evelyn. Curtis is the most faithful Charismatic Baptist I know; Scott is the most Charismatic charismatic I know. Recie is a little devil and I don’t want anything at all to do with him after how manipulative he got. Patrick had to repel him some time ago on Google. Recie insinuates himself into my life testimony on a regular basis and his mother persecutes me in small ways when she can while appearing very, very right publicly with me.
Me ‘n Gaga are the twins female. One of these dayz, I want Gaga to dress back up in meat. I’ll be in Black. Edith Renae wears bright red lipstick and tall black boots. We walk into a church. Across 50 states. Any questions? That is this three girls and our song: Any questions? Jesus already answered them. We love you. Come on. Let’s go to heaven on earth.
4:28 PM I’m not removing this article. I’m not testifying like this anymore for real. I’m moving on with my life. My daughter Hannah got a new kitty and I got to see Dorothy today. My children need me, I need them, but I don’t need how Curtis is treating me in 2016-2017. I am sorry Curtis. You are being very hard to communicate with. I love you, I will stay with you like you stay with me, and you need to remember that marriage to Jesus Christ is a lot of work–NOT marriage to Cara Coffey. Understatement! I have warmed your life, given you ten lovely children, and done everything in my power to be there for you for nine long years. You do not understand that. God forgive you, Curtis.
I will no longer subject myself to any man about my prophetess life. I informed Mahesh Chavda some time ago that I need to say some things to Curtis with him in the room. That is all I will say about the cacophony that is this article. There is a recent Periscope on my Twitter page which is to the point unlike this article. It boils this life of mine down as does this article that I hate to leave up like most of what I’ve lost. I almost deleted this entire website this morning at 3:00 AM before this article painfully came out of my insides. God help me this is ridiculous.
Note: I saw Bill Lawler in robes of the Methodist church on Facebook in 2017 but I have gotten off Facebook and am now limiting Twitter. My point? Bill Lawler was a freemason before he became a Christian. He hated on me long ago as a Christian in the Covenant Church movement. I couldn’t even inform Curtis and distance myself from Diane Lawler without calling his ire down on me back then. Curtis’s grandfather on the maternal side was a freemason (33rd degree) and an elder in a Methodist Church. White Christian Supremacists on a regular basis think that they have authority with demonic forces that they do not have. They think that they lead women, all of them, in ways that they have no right to lead. Jesus Christ is a sacrificial leader as the husband of the wife of the Lamb.
NONE OF US know what the King of kings is like in the flesh life–as the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. He is not the husband in that case. I don’t know who He is honestly. I know that he understands my pain and has little compassion on the people of Christianity older than me or in my maternal family that have taken my life to this point in September of 2017 while Bobby Conner is probably somewhere having another visitation from GOD for the 23rd time while Margaret Elizabeth was born on her paternal grandmother’s birthday in November and will be 23 this year. My #2 and #3 were born in Mobile, AL where Bill Lawler lives–and both of them were born on female’s birthdays in my life story but Patrick was born on MY birthday and I am fucking here to say MY LIFE is much more important than Bill Lawler or Lois Elizabeth Coffey when it comes to the children involved with this fracas in Austin, Texas. That includes Bobby Conner’s children, Brad Ballinger, and all the rest of them. Shit! Obvious! Everybody needs to act like it so help me GOD.