I have decided to put a “rant” here at one of my paid for blogs because I can say what I want to say, how I want to say it. As an author that item NEVER happens for me; as a woman that item is (supposedly used to be) nonexistent, to be heard. – Goddess Damn by #SorceressTara

An artistic still life of an old cracked wineskin resting beside a radiant glass vessel filled with luminous liquid, set on a rustic wooden table. Soft directional lighting highlights texture and contrast, with a shallow depth of field and a contemplative, symbolic mood.

In a way, what I am about to share is a benediction upon my former life. And it was primarily “Christian” but that name is not anymore what it used to BE and mean to many people, but I will just stick with myself tonight.

Let me put some music in my ears, this very song, and it will be on repeat. They say, out in the great wide world of internet diagnosis gossip about others and betrayal of them, that “repeat song” is a sign of “mental fucking illness”.

Try being slapped for biting a man’s penis you wanted nothing to do with while it gets the presidency later and see what you think mental fucking illness IS.

AND, try being severely autistic and/or the mother of severely autistic children. We smile over every single victory in our children’s lives whether they realize it or not.

Autistic People are severely disconnected from emotions. People making money staring at screens aren’t so much autistic as recluses to do that work and pay those bills. They are brain dead each night as they come home. Try being them.

Try being born in 1966 and wishing you ALL of good people could go back to rotary phones and Polaroid Cameras.

Try to stop using so much sarcasm. Thanks.

When I just want to go back to a simpler time, I can listen that whole album and sit with my used-to-be people. I can go to FAUN and be with my Pagan family. I can access my YouTube or certain Buddhist sourced music on Apple and sit with Buddhists too.

I can get music of rain, of piano, of harps and flutes, of pop, of rock, of the old and the new.

Try fitting new wine into old wineskins who are pedophiles.

Try enjoying your puppy when you know there is disconnection in your life, the lives of your children, and everyone else in tents since genocide rules their lives.

Try being Jesus Christ who knew this was this is and this is to come. Try being Little Sister who understands the same, the same.

Try being a real exorcist like my father and me.

Try to empathize for a few minutes each day is all I’m asking.

Do you honestly think that He wanted that miracle over 2,000 years ago to be reality? Do you think He likes it he has a lion side and a lamb side?

Do you think I like to be ARCAngel Tara testifying the way I do? Do you think I like it I had to buy a metal eagle and keep as a totem to stop being a sparrow or dove or turtledove phoenix? Do you think I like it when I can feel “The Elect Judah Dragon” of me to rare up inside my insides?

What if you were where I was today writing part one? The power stripped out so much–He has been there when it happened too–and I have to get up and try not to look too weird and walk around before I type again?

Watch that above piece on video. You can see the lead singer deal as best he can with the very real power. SPIRIT IS FALLING ON me NOW. I can keep typing because I don’t have to contain myself or worry about people around me. They went to see Odyssey for my daughter’s birthday. She is in the Double Moons Prayer Initiative like all of my family is.

Try talking to someone and knowing which part of their spirit is telling you that they actually hate your ministry but you know that isn’t them and they are going to feel guilty later, then wish they could see like you do.

Try being me reminding people, you don’t want to see like me. You do NOT want to see like me. Please, just listen……let me tell you a story.

This isn’t a story about a man and his wife as the New Jerusalem.

This is Jesus Christ trusting Little Sister and her runes to tell everyone how when HE SPOKE THE RED LETTERS OF 14 JOHN 1-3 He knew the day would come when there would be no way to contain the books–also prophesied by Apostle John (the World Wide Web and IT and Satellite Tech, etc)–and She would find a way to keep writing and try hard to keep it affordable so that someday, he can tell her, you can stop writing now.

He hasn’t told me that. I don’t trust my subliminal life with all the bull shit around me.

So I have returned, even to Twitter, to keep typing.

and typing.

and trying.

and trying again.

to tell you all that “many mansions” is every tribe, tongue, people and nation under HIS LION AUTHORITY NOT MAKING war on one another.

You are not in a mansion as a wicked ruler. He prepares Buddha’s Mansion every day out of respect for The Man.

I can’t even get my Pagan allies to stop with all the dissension in His Midst.

Many Mansions.

We are we.

Same thing.

Much Love,

Tara.

HERE IS THE RUNE MESSAGE and my handwriting as a person and a spirit who is strange, who is not mentally ill, and who loves you.

I no longer see myself able to love the Grand Ole Party.

The Epstein Files and Rape Academy and no justice for victims or my children–exists.

tRY BEING a person caught in the middle.

KNOWING how to know and be known.

sigh.

Protect one another, Good People. Reversed the King is Home: GateWay Magdala CLOSED! Warrior of Love arise!

rune bind:

Our Selves are separating from criminals–yet loving our enemies–every day. #SorceressTara

14 John 1-3: “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s House are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and

receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.”

In my case, the colors:

Triangle Judah with a Moon Goddess in the middle. A circle is / can be a wheel of time and I celebrate eight times a year–not to worship–but to be grateful for life.

Diamonds: Male female/Female male: NSEW

Red: fire. Orange: friend of God Blue: our blood inside our bodies before oxygen hits the blood if we are cut, etc.

Heart Black with a blue lining of the Moon Goddess Womb: Black skin people in my 50 State Borders is tormented and tortured and has been and been killed for all this history when they are the ones who built this country and were never paid. The ground’s blood of THEM cries out day and night/ night and day, and they are Angels Above forever.

#TARA

You have taught my children that masturbation is sin.

You go to hell NOW.

You have taught submission of women to degrade them.

You go to hell NOW

You have been jealous, oh my people, repent and mend your ways, giving for it is more blessed to give than receive.

You have not told the truth; you have not lied either: it is anathema to be gray when technicolor is moral. It is more blessed to give than receive. Repent and humbly give. Receive peace. Learn to make joy come–and happiness.

Remember, a smile is simple happiness.

Know that there is Father and Mother in the Universe and if you are breathing, you are loved. What you do with that love is your choice, some of you. But most of you are controlled by powers greater than the Unseen of God and Goddess, and we are shaken on the Earth’s Core. We are shaken.

I have come, says He. And I think maybe, as Tara, the Apostle John and I have a little bit in common, as to red letters in the King James Version Bible.

Amen.

#cabc.