Related to the Comanche Chief & President of the Confederacy; Well, that explains a lot...

Angel: "I didn't push "record." Can you just say the important parts again? So, one of OUR relatives married one of Quanah Parker's relatives, right?"

My dear aunts, my mom, my dad, several more relatives are gathered around the kitchen table at my parent’s house. I've pulled out my phone and have started recording because my dear aunt has kept our Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution records for decades. She is sitting at the table. My mom, who has also kept our records, often visiting relatives to seek direct source material, often visiting graveyards and photographing tombstones, all in our records now, is sitting beside her.

My aunt: "Yes, dear, that's right... she tells me the name again but I've already forgotten it. However, I now have it recorded for our records. More importantly I have my AUNT saying it. That's priceless.

Angel: "When Lai and I went to the "Texas Ranger Hall of Fame & Museum" in Waco they had an ENTIRE DISPLAY of Quanah Parker. Are you saying we are related to HIM?!!!"

My aunt: "Yes, dear, that's right..." she can't remember if he was a Cherokee or a Comanche. My sister, sitting there in the midst, pulls out her phone and googles it. He was a Comanche. I got the entire room's attention by mentioning the display. Now, everyone is curious, this sounds important.

Angel: "The Comanches were the WORST ONES. They were FIERCE."

My aunt: "Quanah Parker was the chief."

Google AI quote: "Quanah Parker is best known as the last great chief of the Comanche Nation, a fierce warrior who led resistance against U.S. expansion..."

Angel: "Well that would explain some of our personalities."

Now my sister has gone to get dad's box of records. She brings them to the table. I start filming the front covers so I have it for the film I've already been recording. My sister pushes the box over to me. I lift them out one by one, inch thick spiral bound records my dear aunt has researched.

Angel (turning them over one by one and showing everyone the back cover. I have printed my aunt's name on each one. I did that when she brought them to us originally. I wrote a story about it, see my stories.) "I wrote our aunt's name on the back of each one of these spiral bound record books she made." I hold it up and show the table of relatives. "I did that to mark them so we would know they came from our aunt. I did that so we could tell them apart from mom's records (which fill a large portion of a closet.)

My aunt: "I didn't give you the one on Jefferson Davis. He's related to us. That one is about THIS thick." She measures in the air with her fingers, about 3 inches.

Angel: "I NEED a copy of THAT one. I went to the Jefferson Davis museum and I took a photo of EVERY SINGLE thing in the ENTIRE museum." I did. I have them. I did that because the powers that be have this nasty little premeditated habit of changing our history for us, or at least slanting it the way they want their narrative to go. I stopped that in its tracks. I did that several years ago. I have those photos tucked safely away. What I am saying is the the PRESIDENT of the CONFEDERACY was SO related to us, us the Davis family, sitting around mom's dining table, like I've witnessed my entire life, that my aunt has THREE INCHES worth of records just about that.

My aunt: "And Andrew Jackson, dear. I have a separate book for him."

Angel: "The first 70 pages of my main book, the one I gave everybody, if you still have it, consists of our genealogy and family stories."

My aunt's daughter, sitting beside me: "I read about HALF of your book. I couldn't ever quite get into it."

Angel: "That's because it is documentation. I documented every thing I've been saying for decades." It's 700 pages long. I documented everything I write about.

Angel: “I'm VERY interested in Jefferson Davis, I LOVE that."

Google AI quote: "Jefferson Davis (1808–1889) was a prominent American politician and soldier who served as the first and only president of the Confederate States of America during the Civil War (1861–1865)."

Again, that explains a lot. Notice I've retranslated the Bible for 15,000 hours. Notice I rebelled against the music industry and did it on my own. Notice I create videos and stories about a handful of Outlaw Country rebel musicians. Notice I designed my entire body of work in the outline of Solomon's Temple. Notice I've now countered what is being pushed upon us all as our future narrated path of "Christ Consciousness." I split it in two. I call theirs "Earth Christ Consciousness." I call the right way, "Heaven Christ Consciousness." I say it wins. It does. xo

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Written February 23, 2026 at 1:06 am