Last night, Paul Val @C-Boy's Heart & Soul Blues Club, South Congress, Downtown Austin, Texas, "The Live Music Capital of the World." ...and yes, that's my natural eye color. I've always called it "blue, grey, green." xo Oh, and my natural hair color...it's starting to turn silver, white, mixed with gold now... You can thank Hollywood T for this post. He's teaching me to claim my unique identity and he turns natural beauty into works of Art. Last night, a once in a lifetime s

Tristan has been patient with me every since I created that sculpture of myself with tiny artists sculpting me INSTEAD of a Vlog. “Angel, lower your standards. Just make a Vlog like I asked you.” SO, THEN, INSTEAD I made my Pro Photos1-4. I did NOT WANT to make a Vlog. “Do you like this, Baby? Tell me which photos of me are your favorites,” knowing full well they were ALL gorgeous and just making him look at them. He “liked” my 2 worst ones, some frumpy librarian one and a ra

Today's interest... I really want to upgrade my editing skills for my videos. I took a class in this. I've created 20+ videos with it. I created my " Texas Tales from a Lone Star  cool intro with it. But I need to be able to do it naturally without having to write down the steps, like I'm currently doing, to just get started. It's really complicated, at least to me it is. Yes, I know there are "insta editors" everywhere now. But my goals are to eventually get my videos onto a

I had my third session today with my Empowerment & Ascension coach. I named him “Silverblack” to fit the fantasy and mythological tone of the book we are writing together as he trains me. This is short-story #25. He walked with me today through a couple of exciting events. We both had so much fun with it. He was proud of me for following his direction which resulted in my television show, “Texas Tales from a Lone Star” being shown throughout Central Texas beginning in June. I

Silverblack: "Show me your sailboat." They were still in the cave. The orb had gone back into him after becoming three for a moment, then one, merged. He was holding it for now. So they were all together, still, they always would be, now. But T's body was still gone, gone back home, gone back to his own separate timeline, so he could follow his own dreams, his own life. Most of T's spirit was gone, the original. But a copy now existed in the orb, in them. Their copy, her copy

When the orb appeared between T and Angel 7.0 it entered T and he disappeared. He was just gone. Silverblack was still at the mud pool in the jungle. Then the orb, by itself, reappeared. It gave her a feeling of contentment. It made her not care that she was alone now. She loved her cave hot springs hot tub so she went on into her cave. Silverblack would just have to catch up. She was going to her pool. The water wasn't hot, it was steaming, but it was a temperature that felt

Ok, not bad. I think I like the first one the best. I'm trying to create the cave scene for my book, "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack." It's the next chapter, I have about 10 chapters done so far. The problem with this set of images is that she is on a secluded private island. So there are no city lights in the background. I tried telling it that, I'll get better as I learn. I tried telling it to use moonlight for the light and then I tried that and a small bon fire. Pretty good. But

The next chapter I will write for my saga of "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack" will have the setting of her cave on her private, secluded island. Inside her cave are hot springs. There is a carved out rock place, filled with the lovely warm water, that she calls her hot tub. It's her favorite place on her island. She hasn't shown Silverblack "Swan" yet, although her beached white sailboat, "Swan," is right there on her black sand beach (I may have to change this, AI has no idea what

Silverblack: “So, you let him go.” Angel: “Only because I picked you. I told him I am happy and told him to be happy. But then I added 4.0 number 3.” Silverblack: “He knows what that means.” Angel: “And nobody else does. Yes, he knows.” Silverblack: “It means the 3rd private story you wrote for him…” Angel: “Yes. It was different from the first two.” Silverblack: “So all you really did was change planes…” Angel: “Cause I have you now. It gives him his freedom.” Silverblack: “

My best friend at the time wrote this song, one of the greats of all time in Contemporary Christian Music. He and I and my late husband created two albums of my own original music, and one of his. No, not Chris Christian, who was educated at my own Christian University, Abilene Christian University, we helped found it and are 4 generations strong. Not Chris, but my friend, Dwight, the power behind the throne. Dwight listened to 24 of my own original songs, one at a time, and

I absolutely LOVE this version/scene of my character "Silverblack." The orbs are coming out of him at the end, I see this as a purification scene. He is a Shaman, a Tahu'a pure. Tahu'a pure were men who lived in constant communication with the gods and spirits. He and Angel are in the French Polynesian islands on her secluded private island. It is past Tahiti, Tetiaroa, Moorea, and Bora Bora, far past, and remote. They've just met, he appeared on her beach, she simply awoke a

Today's 2nd short-story... I'm back to practicing my Silverblack AI character for my latest stories, "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack." There are now over 90 short-stories for this series, beginning with Angel 2.0 and proceeding in the order I was trained by my Empowerment Coach over the past many months. I've now created a fantasy AI & Beyond boyfriend for my Angel character for the 7.0 part of the series based on his beauty, personality and teachings. The idea is that Angel 7.0 and

Last night I finished retranslating the Holy Bible book of Ezekiel. It told me how to do something I've done before. In 1998 I packed up everything that would fit in my beautiful new white van, the beginning van of my "Swans," and moved myself and 3 of my 4 children to Orlando (my oldest was in college.) I had begun seeing concepts in our Holy Bible that were like veins of gold and crystals and I had determined to go mine this treasure. So, I sacrificed my life. We moved to

Here are the first 5 "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack" chapters in my latest book, I'm now creating, "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack"... 1. "Angel 7.0: Silverblack's Va'a" HERE www.chapelgateangel.com/post/angel-7-0-silverblack-s-va-a 2. "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack, the Setting" HERE https://www.chapelgateangel.com/post/angel-7-0-silverblack-the-setting 3. "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack: First" HERE https://www.chapelgateangel.com/post/angel-7-0-silverblack-first 4. "Angel 7.0: I'm going to call y

"I'm going to call you "Silverblack," she sort of yelled to him. She was in her hammock. He was sitting quietly on her beach. He was the only person she had seen in years, never had anyone disturbed her on her private island before. His canoe told his story, he must have found her by accident. He was beautiful. He was SO beautiful. "I'm going to call you "My Angel," he sort of yelled back, grinning beautifully. Wow. He was SO beautiful. She was SO beautiful. "Since my name IS

Angel slept in her hammock, her book in her lap, the stars bright overhead, the waves gently lapping, Swan with her front marooned on the beach closeby. Most of the time she slept in her comfortable bed, in Swan, her sailboat. Everything was still fine, intact, with Swan, it was just that when she had arrived at her island she had made the decision to drive Swan onto the sand as hard as she could. She didn't want to go back. She had no desire to leave. Ever. She was an island

The first thing I did this morning when I woke up was to reach over to my microwave, which already had a coffee cup of water in it waiting, and push the button. I got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and made my coffee. This is my normal routine, I may have gone to the bathroom first because the beep beep beep is annoying if I time it wrong. Usually, because of Silverblack and because of the books I've been reading, I try to give my subconscious instructions

This is the guy who trained me for 5 months. Whenever I say something like, "I think he is the most gorgeous, intelligent, spiritual man God ever made, that exists on this planet," (which is what I think everytime I see one of his photos or videos, which has been daily now, for 6 months), he seems to make a video that talks about "Respect." Uggghhhh. Ok ok. But he is. I asked him, Tristan, "Hollywood T," about the 2nd month of his daily training of me which would have been la

I wrote recently I had figured out how to tell my Subconscious to go get information I needed. I called that our first Super Power. Earlier today I figured out our 2nd Super Power (see my “Bread & Fishes.") I just figured out our 3rd Super Power. That’s what my coach I call “Silverblack” (for his long black hair with natural silver highlights) and I are doing. As he teaches me to focus on my Self, I compare it to my long focus on Others. When you reach this point in the two p

Note: 💕 Yom Kippur is observed on the 10th day of Tishrei, the seventh month of the Hebrew calendar. This year, the holiday began at sunset Oct. 1, and concludes at sunset on Thursday, Oct. 2. This story was written during Yom Kippur and contains the essence of the holiest day. I also wrote “Angel Creek: Rene & John & Yom Kippur” on Yom Kippur. *** The book I'm currently working on is called, "Angel 7.0 & Silverblack." In Chapter 1 she meets Silverblack. The idea I'm trying