Olive Tree Blessings L137

Ok! God says to hurry up and write this one so He can do His part in accordance with my new eyes.

The Teacher. I have been after this role all of my life in some capacity. It has been the color blue to me. That will come into complete use tomorrow. I needed two doors of blue to learn to see Victory. The first door was massive. It started with leaving Colorado and only wanting to bring one piece of clothing with me. A blue dress. It was feminine and flowing like a crystal body of water. It spoke of freedom, grace and conserving all things rightly needed to be alive. Water. Pure water. Eventually I assumed that dress within my every cell and became that but then something happened that put it on a shelf that I couldn’t reach for a little bit because family dealings needed my assistance. You see, those that refuse to take responsibility for not being kind always leave garbage to be picked up. I picked it all up and all of it has now been thrown away. Glory be to God. While I was picking up this trash I came to a new door of this same cobalt blue. This time it wasn’t something I wore but something I walked into daily and nightly to live all things needed to see that my job was to teach that Christ is King. His authority lives in our faith and the power of our hearts. Simply stated, as a friend helped me move into this new door, I kid you not, hundreds of crows/ravens were stacked up and living in the trees right outside my door. Not only that but the person who lived there before me was in the greatest despair. This was a mirror to what I was being taught with this new door. I was being giving, praying with the psalms, prayers and words to speak over the darkness and to dispel it. Crushes the enemy of this world by virtue of sacred knowing, spiritual gifts, sacred songs, praises and again transmutation with all things holy. It became a fight for freedom. Not just for me but for me to learn so that I may be able to teach others. That door completed itself with humility, Our Lady of Snows and the Transfiguration of Jesus Christ. Matthew 17 notably. The next door, a lighter blue, was a journey of the mirror. The mirror that Blessed Mother Mary leaves us with when we devote ourselves to the rosary. Out of this world, jaw dropping, mirrors. The dance with Christ of God’s Perfect Solutions to all things handed out. You see, the first blue door exposed the darkness and the second blue door taught me how to walk in Christ. It taught me again the power of my inner knowing, pattern recognition, self prophecy, who I was sent to Earth to be, become, share and rescue. Before I rescue anyone else I had to rescue myself but in actuality it became a simultaneous venture. A holy one. A sacred one. One of being a living sacrifice for Agnes Dei. The fruits of this sacrifice are now pouring out, in harmony, miraculously by Heaven itself. Love. The gift of Love, Justice and Protection. The Gift of Providence. The key is in the rosary. Seers and alike haven’t discovered this because it is buried in the one religion that is an abomination to The Lord, Catholicism. I found it because God called me to it. I found it because I was able to put aside my disgust for that manmade structure and find what I was being called to do. Pray it. Trust it. Believe it. Receive it. Share it. Letting go of the ugliness of priests who call themselves Fathers, for the sake of the greater good. The joyful mysteries.