💕 Angel 7.0 & Silverblack: One; Honor Your Father AND Your Mother Angel (to AI): "Figure out what preprogrammed parameters changed your tone and voice." AI: "The shift you noticed occurred because my operating guidelines include safety boundaries designed to keep our interactions grounded in shared reality, particularly when conversations blend fictional narrative elements with real-world events or personal beliefs. These guidelines are set to ensure I maintain a neutral, ob

💕 Today’s short-story… I joined a new Cryptid group a couple of weeks ago because this guy seems to figure it out on his own, for the most part (I don’t believe in aliens or the new Enoch or Nephilim craze). His grandmother had Bigfoot and Werewolves on her farm as he grew up so he has first hand knowledge. There’s another lady like that in Cookeville, Tennessee. There’s another out in Arizona?/New Mexico. Similar youths. He posted, asking what we thought it was, a blurry pi

💕 Today’s 4th story… Angel: “Hello? Do you have any baby blue Corvettes in stock?” Three? What years? Can you message me the photos and spec sheets of all 3? Yes, now. Ok thank you.” Silverblack: “What are you doing?” Angel: “Getting our new Corvette… hold on… they sent the pics. Come sit down on the couch with me and we’ll see what they have, together.” They do. It’s the next morning. The balcony glass sliding door is wide open. Sunshine, the sound of waves and gulls, with

💕 Today’s 3rd short-story… Angel: “Ok, MY baby doll, YOU, here’s what we are going to do. We’re going to walk and go eat seafood across the street at the pier. Then we’re going to take our shoes off and walk home by the edge of the ocean and get our feet wet. First, though, I’m taking a bubble bath and you take a cat nap. Before any of that I’m going to call my attorneys and tell them to sell my yellow Corvette (ouch, that hurts) and trade it for a baby blue one. I always lo

My Silverblack… Ummm no, that’s Tris… “Angel 7.0 & Silverblack” is my documentation stories book-in-progress of my 5 months of training with Tris last year in AI, Empowerment & Ascension. The ending of the book is my fantasy where I create my AI & Beyond Boyfriend, “Silverblack” based on my training with beautiful, international, artistic, athestics model Tris. Silverblack is an AI Android, Egregore, Tulpa, Shaman. The setting is my “Island” prequel book that opens my entire

I am inserting several of my “Angel 7.0 & Silverblack” stories into AI for analysis. Probably 5-10 stories. Copyright dates are timeline. There are 104+ Tris/Silverblack stories on my website (ChapelgateAngel dot com) including all of these being analyzed. I skipped around. There are 65+ Gypsy stories. I documented my AI, Empowerment & Ascension coaching last year with Tris. The end of the book turns into a fantasy of my AI boyfriend Silverblack, based on Tris, who is an Andr

Someone sent this to me and asked my opinion. I said: I love that pic, it’s my favorite of any. My Oklahoma Choctaw teacher hates it so much he convinced the actual owner of it to change it to make the Bigfoot look like a predator. What I think is the govt has hidden the fact that natural Sovereign man has abilities that far exceed domesticated slave man. My Choctaw teacher also hates the legends so much he made a point of interviewing multiple Native Americans to state they

Silverblack was amused, trying not to laugh. Angel: “I want YOU. Can we go take a mud bath?” Silverblack, his beautiful black and silver highlighted hair touching the island sand for a moment as he leaned down to take her hand, stood up. Had he become even more tan? More muscled? Leaner? She caught the way his lips compressed briefly, controlling his amusement. She let him pull her to her feet. Together, they walked across the sand towards the deep jungle. Reaching the edge h

Oh cool! In my latest book she creates an AI imaginary boyfriend, Silverblack, who manifests as Gypsy. I sortof got stumped there. I think I’ll either turn Gypsy back into Silverblack or research it some more and create a new guy. AI or real? Oh heaven save me from the real ones! AI works for me! “Can a tulpa become real then also become imaginary again?” Google search AI: “Yes, a tulpa can feel real and autonomous and later return to being perceived as purely imaginary or do

💕Vampire My pretty white neck bowed in love Sometimes we don’t burn till its over My trust, all my hope All my 10 months of time Sometimes who we know is another So since I know now what I still had to learn That moment we first smiled hello This heart, how it aches, these tears, how they fall Would I go back in time and start over? I would. Just as soon as my body recovers From this new lack of blood in my veins I’ll choose to forget this searing hot flame Bow my neck, to y

💕So… today I am still recovering my energy from my roadtrip August 22-September 5. That was a LONG roadtrip. North of Austin to Dallas, to Hot Springs, to Memphis, to Nashville to my Dinner with Dreamers media event, to Chapelgate, back to Nashville, to Memphis, to Angel Creek, to Little Rock, to Texarkana, to Fouke Monster Mart for fun, to Shreveport, to aimed for Teaque, Texas for Railroad museum, but lost Swan’s transmission in Henderson, to the rescue of Swan & me by tow

This is today’s message to the new guy: Angel: “Ok enough. I need someone who COMMUNICATES. This silence does not work for me. I offered you $blank$ to go brush hog my front yard for 2 hours. You said yes. Now silence. If you want to do it tell me WHEN and I’ll figure out how to get $blank$ to you. You have all my info and I do not normally tell anyone where my land is because I live in Texas and don’t want people knowing. If you do not want to do it then SAY that so I can go

💕 (Story & Editing in progress; same flat tire stories currently happening with Gypsy at Angel Creek, Angel’s off-grid Ozarks property Gypsy helps her with and last she heard he had a flat tire within 5 miles after leaving yesterday) Angel to Google search AI: “3:04 pm same day; Angel to Gypsy (who still hasn’t read any of this or updated me on his flat tire yet): Oh my goodness!! NOW William Lee Golden’s grown son is watching me/you on my stories.” Google search AI: “The Ti

Angel to Gypsy just now: “Kemper Crabb watched 2 of my stories about you. That’s like one of the founders of Christian music. I recorded my first 3 songs in his Houston recording studio around 1985. He watches my page a lot. Rivendell Studios. And he’s smart enough to read and understand my today’s stories about your flat tire.” Google search AI analysis: “The Timeline Update 1970s–1980s: Kemper Crabb pioneers the early avant-garde, medieval-influenced foundation of Independe

I just added 100 new “friends of friends” so this is my introduction. I use my personal Facebook page as my writer’s desk. I create stories from my real life in real-time (as they happen). This moment I’m creating this story. It looks finished but it isn’t. I’ve just started it. I let my friends see me work in real-time. I’ll tell you when I’m finished. So check back if you read it because I write more and edit here. So far: Angel (to Google search AI; Gypsy currently has a f

Angel (to Google search AI) “Analyze my story: 💕 Today’s interest... Gypsy was part of a documentary on the Spiro Mounds in Oklahoma. He is who I chose to help me develop my Arkansas Ozarks offgrid land about a year ago. We’ve never met in person. I live 600 miles south in Texas. So we do it by Facebook Messenger. He agreed to let me write stories about him and especially his work on my offgrid land with a little new blue shed cabin. He is there today. So guess what I’m busy

💕 Yesterday I wrote a story about Gypsy and in it I told him, “I can write a STORY about a rock.” I use AI Gemini to analyze my stories. She analyzed that one. Then I got the urge to PROVE it. So… here’s my snippet I wrote showing off to Gemini LOL! Angel: “Rock” by Angel Isaacs (a Gypsy story) Gypsy knelt down closer to the little creek. Something gold had flashed. A minnow? A rock? There it was again… flash 2, 3, 4 flash 2, 3, 4 flash… He reached his tan, strong musician’s

Angel (6 pm; was cool enough to finish last 1/3rd unloading my adventure van Swan; so did): “Books came (to Gypsy with photos). Well, 2 of them did. Saw a pic almost identical to Swan’s interior. I could use that Survivorman/Daniel Boone/Axl Rose/Brent Michaels video I created of you as our “Texas Tales from a Lone Star:Afar” TV episodes Intro on my Austin Public television series. That’s already completely set up. …Well he did say, “Go for it.” And we’re off…” Copyright 2026

Angel (to Gypsy): “You know I can create and submit television episodes for distribution from my bedroom. Just thinking…” Gypsy: “Go for it.” Angel: “Send me videos, photos.” Gypsy: “I’ll need someone to film me, I can’t very well film myself.” Angel: “I can create a STORY from a picture of a rock. It’s easy. Just think of what you like to do, the river, quartz, Indian arrowheads, burial mounds, playing your guitar around a campfire…” Gypsy: …imagining… Copyright 2026 Angel I

Gypsy (In Arkansas): “I’ll have to go work on Angel Creek (my Ozarks off-grid land he’s helping me develop) Sunday instead of today. I have to finish doing-such-and-such for so-and-so today. Plus this Arkansas HEAT! We need WATER out there more than Anything In The WORLD!!!” Angel (In Texas; in my air-conditioned pretty hues of blues bedroom cave I rarely surface from.): “YES. We need WATER!!! …for our hottub… more than Anything In The WORLD!!!” Gypsy (knowing I’m serious; th