This I write as a warning to my bride to come, for you are also my children and my love flows through your veins. Be faithful and allow my children to laugh and be free in their gifts of love to my heart. The past you were unfaithful to the love I offered you and you came crashing down into dark times.
Now I have restored you and my children play and are cared for because they love their Father and inherited my love and their blood opens them to choose the highest gifts of heaven, yet those that surround them are without the gift of sight and eaten by anger and hatred and love has become a treat as it was when I walked the earth. So I will not leave you my children and your choice of my love will lift you up to me to no longer be a chosen victim but to live in the royal household to work with a joy of heart on creations of my hopes to see you full of satisfaction.
Be strong and let the sword of your light push back the doom and darkness from where you walk. Be my beautiful children and I bless you my son Duke for choosing to do this for me and my family.
Within my tears and joy I am so deeply honored dear Jesus. Guide my every word so all is as it should be. Forever love.


“Misconceptions” Robert Browning

This is a spray the Bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure
O, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray’s, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
This is a heart the Queen leant on,
Thrill’d in a minute erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on,
Meet for love’s regal dalmatic
O, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart’s, ere the wanderer went on—
Love to be saved for it, proffer’d to, spent on!