My pretty guys, Aether, Jerusalem's Underground Springs, & Ozark Gypsy

Today's interest... Well, well, well, today I'm studying Zechariah 5 and guess what new concept I just retranslated? I was working on "a unit of measurement, the "Ephah." Like I've written a million times now, I'm documenting our path to the Kingdom of Heaven that Jesus was describing to us. He said, "It costs everything." He said, "Put your Father God first," He said, "The laws aren't just physical, they are spiritual so INTERNALIZE them." Of course I'm paraphrasing but that's what I do. I RETRANSLATE. I've described HOW I do this to you. It's all in my writings. It's all documented starting in 1985. I WALK the path. Simple. I WALK what I am reading in the Bible and put it into practice whether I feel like it or not. God first. INTERNALIZE the commandments.

THAT leads me to the supernatural. God has shaped me into an ear. I can HEAR his Word. God has shaped me into an eye. I can SEE his Word. God has shaped me into a foot. I WALK his Word. God has shaped me into a hand. I WRITE his Word. God has shaped me into a MIND. I comprehend his Word. God has shaped me INTO his WORD. That means that, like I've said since 1998, I LIVE these scriptures.

I've written it is like God puts a written Recipe in front of me. It is a Recipe for me to cook a dish. It is instructions on how to cook, how to bake, a dish I've never even tasted or heard about before. So, how in the world am I supposed to grasp the Recipe? I've TOLD you HOW. God makes me LIVE the Recipe. Then, I go, "OH!!!! So THAT's what the Bible verses are talking about (the Recipe.) And I write my stories for you to help you smell what is cooking, see what is cooking, taste what the dish is.

"Ephah." That ancient Biblical Hebrew word is being translated as "a unit of measurement, a dry measure." Nope. NOPE. NOPE. How do I KNOW? Because yesterday and today I WALKED those SCRIPTURES.

I'm on Zechariah 5. It's the almost to the last book of the Old Testament. Soon I will be on Malachi, which IS the last book of the Old Testament. I'm on Jerusalem. I'm on Zion. I'm on the PERFECTING OF GOD'S WORD. I've already described that the ENTIRE BIBLE is talking about what I now call "Heaven Christ Consciousness." I say that the current theology being pushed on the world by the black magicians and the wizards of the underworld who have been in control for far too long and NO IT IS NOT SATAN'S WORLD - IT IS OURS, is the OPPOSITE of what I am RETRANSLATING in our Holy Bible.

Why do I hire my pretty guys? What is Texas Tales from a Lone Star? I hire the ingredients of the RECIPES that God our Father is unveiling to me in my retranslation. My Father KNOWS ME. He KNOWS that I sacrificed a couple of decades for Him when I saw I was attracted to the pretty long haired musicians of the 60s, 70s, and 80s. I sacrificed Classic Rock. I changed from Country to Gospel. Why? Because I could tell it had the power to divert me from my path BECAUSE I like pretty guys with long hair, especially musicians. So off it went. I turned off the radio for two decades. I followed my Father.

I've described how that then gave me "unblemished sheep" of perfection in following the first commandment, "God first." I've described how the scriptures began teaching me about "unblemished sheep" and I felt called to choose one from my herd of obedience and sacrifice it. I chose Classic Rock. I chose my pretty guys with long hair and music. I sacrificed them. Turned the radio off and didn't hear a note of the music that led many others straight to where I had suspected it would lead me. I remained pure.

Because I did that, because he then taught me to sacrifice an unblemished sheep from my herd, because I did, he THEN allowed me to walk with my pretty guys with long hair and guitars. THAT'S why. They are part of RECIPES that God is teaching me.

Yesterday and today I was announcing that my latest pretty guy with long hair and a guitar, a unique Rebel Outlaw Country musician from the Natural State - you know the only state we have left where NATURE is the motto - Arkansas - the same pretty guy with long hair and a guitar that God had led me to in earlier recipes of ours, the one that was now my helper for my Cryptid filled offgrid land I had bought and had written 135+ true short-stories about, "Angel Creek" - YESTERDAY I wrote "Ozark Gypsy" is coming.

He had messaged me. He hasn't yet even SEEN Angel Creek. He agreed to help me just because I asked him to, and I asked him to because it SCARES ME. I asked him to because I've never even SEEN my own land I bought online past my front road where I had my blue shed/cabin placed - you might as well grasp it all - FOR "The End of Days." I had been stopped in my survival plans, after buying all my survival supplies, after buying my survival van, after spending from 2010 until now buying my survival LAND, buying my survival CABIN - I had been stopped by Bigfoot. I had no idea they were real in 2010 and I was deep into my end-of-the-world plans when I figured out they DID exist, beginning around 2019. So THEN I had to spend 5 years or so figuring out what they ARE. And I did. It is all documented on my website, in my written day by day stories. Angel Creek. Ozark Gypsy is my Caretaker, my partner to develop my plans for Angel Creek. He's part of God's recipe. He's my long-haired pretty guy with a guitar God gave me for God's recipes, for the part of the path I'm on NOW, today. Zechariah 5. The ephah.

I picked Ozark Gypsy because he described how he had explored every inch of the Ozarks. He described his walk with God, his true walk. He described his love for Outlaw Country Music, and how the mantle had been passed down to him by a Grandpa who COULD have walked the music path but had SACRIFICED it to stay at home and raise his family, in Arkansas, for God. THAT's my pretty guy, the little one who was handed a guitar by his forfeited-fame-for-God Grandpa. The one who writes songs about his Grandpa. The one who has a picture of himself as a toddler holding the guitar on his lap, and who says he remembers watching his Grandpa play his new Dobro, as he, that toddler, held his own full-size guitar in his lap and thinking, "I need the slide," but didn't know the words yet. That pretty guy.

Yesterday I wrote "Ozark Gypsy" is coming. I asked him to stop in Fouke, Arkansas on his tour, because I know there's a little convenience store with a Bigfoot museum in the back room. I know that because for 5 years now I've done what?? Documented Angel Creek. Figured out what Bigfoot are. They are naturalized humans-reverted-to-natural-physical-law, in the Natural State, in the ridges, the HIGH PLACES of the Natural State, HOLY MEN. Angel Creek is on a ridge. It's on a ridge in the Natural State. See my latest book I'm reading on the Holy Men of Tibet. They do the same things.

So. So, I asked Gypsy, my shortened name for him, to show my affection for him, for this Outlaw for God, for this guy who took it in stride that I was telling the truth and offered to believe me and help me, I asked him to stop at Fouke, Arkansas and take photos of himself for my stories, with the Bigfoot displays in the background. What I didn't tell him was my second reason, that I know that when he SEES the museum and all the evidence they have collected, it will strengthen his belief in what I've told him exists at Angel Creek. He'll have new knowledge, new faith, as he goes in and explores it for me and we document it and begin to develop it, meaning I really want to visit my blue shed cabin, clear my front yard, put up a fence, have a driveway for my van, "Swan," and make my creek beautiful. HE is the pillar of strength that can hand that to me.

Yesterday, while I was retranslating Zechariah 5, which is about Jerusalem, Zion, Ozark Gypsy wrote to me that he was coming to Austin, Texas. I hadn't asked him to. He just was led there, by his own recipes God has HIM walking, and had joined forces with two other warriors of God, musicians, who call themselves "true gut" musicians because they WALK the path of following God, and one of them has a bus and had evidently suggested they now go to Texas. He just toured Arkansas and Nashville with these two men of God Outlaw Country, true gut, musicians.

"I'm coming to Austin. We have a bus. Do you know of a place we can park it?"

As a matter of fact... I do. I have a ranch, not mine, part of my previous recipes God gave me, that's brimming over with pretty guys with long hair and guitars and God in their hearts, some knowingly, some just at the early stages of knowing there's something going on that they need to step up and become "Outlaws" ABOUT. Waylon, Willie, Kris, and now I know a lot of the underground musicians that most of you don't know. My Death Metal "Outlaw" from previous recipes flew in to help me. My Outlaw who says he plans to change the world with his guitar and just toured Europe is now in my stories, part of my recipes. My Outlaw with pretty long silverblack hair, who grasps mystical things like no one you've ever heard of before can, part of my recipes, is now in my stories. I have a ranch. Not mine. My Outlaws.

So I called my Outlaw Country Music centerpiece, "Can Gypsy park his bus there?"

"I have a lot of construction going on right now but sure."

Me: "Gypsy, I have a place for you to park, on a ranch, on a ranch of Outlaw Country musicians who previously built what they decided the REAL Luckenbach was SUPPOSED to be like, so built a Saloon, a dream. THEY "have construction going on." (My friend owns a replica of Waylon's guitar.)

Me: "Gypsy, you might want to offer to help them to thank them for letting ya'll park your bus there."

Gypsy: "Oh, I can do that. I helped my brother build his Arkansas ranch, here's the pics..."

Angel: "Does that mean you can build a fence? (I send him a picture of the fence I have in mind for my Angel Creek land.)

Gypsy: "I most certainly can. I built my brother's fences on his ranch, those pictures I just sent you."

Angel: "A fence is now on my list." Gypsy sent back a like emoji. Facebook Messenger.

Recipes. God's Word. Given to me to help me grasp what I was retranslating, recipes. I live them so I know how to write about them, I cook them.

Zechariah 5. "Ephah." "Jerusalem." "Zion."

It's talking about the aether. It's talking about the secret springs that existed underneath David's Jerusalem, the ones that you have to rebuild in order to have the entire concept restored in your very being. My springs are my Outlaws. My musicians. My rebels. The aether is what this story is describing. The ridges. The high places. The place where the Shamans walk.

Definition Google search Quote: "Aether"

"Ancient Greece: Aether (aithēr) was the pure, upper air breathed by the gods, distinct from earthly air.

Aristotle & Plato: Proposed aether as the fifth element (quintessence) making up celestial bodies, beyond Earth's four elements (earth, water, air, fire)."

When the sorcerers tell you in their false science books and teachings that the aether doesn't exist. Tell them it does. xo

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Written December 26, 2025 at 11:08 am

(the day after Christmas 2025; I began this walk I've documented Christmas of 1985; my beloved husband died Christmas Eve 1990; God has used Christmas, with me, as part of his recipes, as part of his timeline. xo)

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