The First Superpower: Secret Knowledge; The Database

Angel (to myself): "I need to go re-read Silverblack's first instructional book, the one I bought. Our first conversation is tomorrow. He's probably going to ask me if I read it. I've just barely read it. I mean, I read it twice, just after I bought it and downloaded it. But I've forgotten what it said. It said something about how he gets up at 5 am (or earlier). I HATE the mornings. I might have to tell him I'm a night person. What was it he said?"

Thinking...

"I think he said that you should focus your mind on your goals, first thing, every morning. You should reaffirm to yourself that you have the abilities to accomplish whatever goals you have set for yourself. Empower yourself. First thing."

I read a book, "The Silva Mind-Control Method," by Jose Silva, a couple of months back. My room is filled to the brim with my new books. I have bought 400. I hand-picked a wide variety of deep study into all the things I'm interested in, that all are aspects of what I've studied and mastered so far. (See my books and short-studies). I have them all in my room, surrounding me.

That reminds me. The very first thing I did after my late husband, Robin, died, in 1990, was I figured out the Lodge, our big log and stone mansion on our cliff, at Chapelgate, the name of our home, was too big. So, I moved myself and my children, to our Guest House, which was small. I then surrounded myself with dozens of Robin's books. That made me feel much better. I had 3 little children to care for by myself. The house was too big. Even when Robin was alive it was too big. He had all of his computers in one of the four bedrooms. There were two upstairs and two downstairs. He picked an upstairs room and filled it with all his computers, books, and papers that he had brought with us from Houston. Then, I picked a beautiful room, downstairs, that was made completely of stone, with a big stone fireplace, and made that Robin's and my bedroom. I put our two boys in the big downstairs room beside us. But that left our little 4 year old daughter, alone, in the only other bedroom, which was upstairs. It was small and my favorite room in the entire house. But I had always felt uneasy about her being so far away. The house was too big. I moved us, first thing, to the Guest House, and surrounded myself with his books, like I still have my room now, in Texas, decades later.

In Houston, he had been the Senior Staff Engineer for a Fortune 100 Company.

Robin (I'm remembering): "They ran out of categories and numbers. They had to CREATE a NEW category, just for me. They created (the Fortune 100 Senior Management) a category a step ABOVE their highest Engineering/Technical category. They created that new category JUST for me."

He had repeatedly confided in me that his ultimate dream for his own personal goals was to become a Consultant. He wanted to be the first person in History to solve Einstein's "Grand Unification Theory." He also wanted to be the first person in History to solve "Anti-gravity" AND "Mass-Transport."

Angel (to Robin): "So, then become a Consultant." We were living in our beautiful Townhouse a few blocks from the company where he had worked for over two decades, and where he had risen to the top to become the only person in the top category in his field, a position they had created just for him. I had shown my dream house to Robin, shortly after we had met and shortly after he had said to me one day...

Angel (I was the passenger in his company car; He was driving; We were somewhere on Westheimer, in Houston, going towards downtown Houston, not far from the impressive campus of the company where we both worked, where I had been hired for him. He had walked into his office, having to walk past my desk in the Vice-President of Engineering's suite of offices, to get to his office. I was there. I had been hired for him, without his prior knowledge, for the Senior Staff Chemist, also a genius, and for the Senior Financial Manager. I had interviewed there because they had a sign posted in neon, a sign they could update, out front, in the air, in the yard, attached to one of their main beautiful, several stories high research buildings. The company had an entire campus for their Research and Development employees. Robin was the top.): "You and I can never be together." I listed all the obstacles. I was serious. I had thought it over.

First of all, he was 20 years older than me. I was 24. I was young, and I was beautiful, and I was smart, and I came from one of the top families in the US. He didn't know this yet, but I did. I had blue eyes, I called them "blue-grey-green" and was slender and toned, unknown to me, I just was, I had played Basketball, and I had the most beautiful long, straight, naturally blonde hair, that I had grown to be like Jesus. Jesus was a Nazarite. He walked inside a vow between him and God, his Father. He was a Zealot. He never cut his hair. I didn't cut my hair, except when my mom cut it one summer to make it easier, when I was 8 or 9 and we went to my Granddad's farm for the summer, in Oklahoma, with all my cousins. She'd cut it then. I'd never let her cut it again. She'd make me "just trim it a bit" but I'd always protest. Jesus didn't cut his hair. So, it hadn't been cut, even trimmed, since I left home to go to college, about five years back.

So, not only was I beautiful, with Jesus' uncut Nazarite hair (something I kept secret, just to myself) but I had named myself, "Angel." I had done this when I was 11 or 12 and my Aunt had given me a book called "Freckles" by Gene Stratton Porter. It had a girl in it, the "Swamp Angel," and the name of the swamp was "The Limberlost" (I now have an off-grid swamp property, in Florida, that I call that). After reading that book I decided I'd become just like Angel. She was beautiful with blue eyes, and long blonde hair. She was brave, and would march right into that swamp to save Freckles, or before that to search for butterflies, and rare flora and fauna. She was just like Jesus, so very good, moral, sweet, and full of every virtue. I took her name, "Angel." I made it my pen-name. I was just 12 so I had kept it secret. I already knew that Jesus had given us the Great Commission - to take his teachings into ALL the world. The only way I could envision keeping that commandment was to become a Writer. "Angel" meant "Messenger of God's Word." So at 11-12, the same year I had been baptized by the President of Lipscomb University, who was a Revival Guest Preacher at that time, at our church, an hour south of Nashville and Lipscomb, one of our church's main Universities, I took the name and the burden on my own shoulders of "Angel."

Robin (to me; one day in our office suite; standing at my desk): "I had a dream when I was 3 years old. I dreamed a beautiful lady, in a white dress, with blue eyes and long, blonde hair, was just standing there, in my dream. She was just smiling at me. You are that lady."

Back to the Company Car conversation...

Angel: "You and I can never be together." I listed all the obstacles. He was driving. We were coming up to a red light. He stopped the car and turned to me, dead serious.

Robin: "You say the word. You just say the word and I will keep on driving. I will leave absolutely EVERYTHING behind, for you - my job, my family, my friends, my career - EVERYTHING. I'll just keep driving." He meant it. He 100% absolutely meant it. That was the moment I became HIS. We were married in the beautiful Townhouse, my dream house, that I had excitedly shown him one day.

Angel: "I just LOVE this house. They don't lock it. It's For Sale. I come here on my lunch hour and just walk around and look at it. I LOVE this house." I excitedly showed him around the empty house where we probably weren't even supposed to be.

Robin: "We can buy this house." I stopped in my tracks. What did he just say? That had never even crossed my mind. I just loved it and wanted to show him what I loved. He bought our house, WE bought our house, our Town House with a big loft, where he put all his books, papers, and computers, and an atrium that was two stories high, with two story high glass on 3 sides, by the stairs. I walked down those stairs in my wedding dress. We were married in our house, our beautiful Houston Town House. We had our children in our house. It was very close to where he worked, the Research campus on Westheimer, in Houston.

Robin: "I want to be a Consultant." So, be a consultant, I'd said. I then spent 9 months reading every book I could buy on "How to become a Consultant." I read every book I could find on "How to Found a Corporation." I studied. I learned. We founded a Corporation, just his and mine. That would come in handy years down the line. He GAVE me his lifework. Every spec. He gave it to me four ways. He made a copy and handed it to me in two black boxes. He gave it to me in his "Last Will and Testament." He gave it to me because I was his wife. He gave it to me because he made me the "President" of our Corporation we founded together. We founded it to protect his intellectual property. He had created it beginning before there were laws to cover his situation. It did NOT belong to the company he worked for. He drilled that into my head over and over, that it was HIS. According to Intellectual Property laws his creation was HIS. Those laws changed years later, but he KNEW what belonged to him and his LIFEWORK belonged to HIM. I belonged to HIM. He GAVE it to me.

Eventually, years down the road, after we had left our beautiful Houston Town House I loved and had bought Evins Mill/which I named Chapelgate, and then years after our restoring it side by side as he continued to work on his Creation, his Lifework, I would give it ALL to God. My beautiful long blonde hair was the hair of Jesus, the hair of a Nazarite. I gave Chapelgate to God while Robin was still alive. He helped me build a big beautiful sign, with two swans on it, for our front driveway. It said, "Chapelgate" This is Private Property owned by the Isaacs family. It is dedicated to the glory of God. No Trespassing." When Robin died, and I had to keep my promises to him, which landed me in Federal Court for several years, "That's ROBIN's Intellectual Property!!!" I ended by GIVING everything to God, in the middle of the trial, and that meant Chapelgate as well. I sacrificed it as a gift to God. "Dear God, if there is any way this lawsuit for $690 million dollars (times 2) can be used by you for YOUR GLORY then I give it to you, Father. I give you EVERY PENNY." Sacrifice. God had taken it, in the middle of the trial, moments after I gave it. The story is in my first book, "Chapelgate, a Spiritual Memoir."

Yesterday, I wrote "Silverblack & Angel; The Superpowers." I said that I had chosen a young, beautiful guy, with Jesus' long hair and with Jesus' heart and named him Silverblack for my stories. I said I had chosen him for a reason. I said it was for his heart, for his dedication, and BECAUSE he had already conquered what I call the "Earth path." I have now conquered what I call the "Heaven path." I was Robin's Documentation Specialist for all his work, hand-picked, chosen by him, chosen FOR him by God (the dream when he was 3), and trained by him. That gave me the skill to do what I've done and described in ALL my books. I documented the path to Heaven.

So.

This morning, the morning after my writing that I was now going to document how we get our God-designed, natural physical law combined with natural spiritual law SUPERPOWERS, I unleased my FIRST Superpower. I tapped into the Universal Data base of information that God has created. I did that by trying to remember what Silverblack had taught me, and doing it. "EARLY in the morning, before you get up, TELL YOURSELF what your goals are, who YOU are, who you want to BE, what you want to DO. Drill it into your mind." That's what I remembered him saying, I'm sure he said more, in his first online training book I had bought and read twice.

I did that.

It matches what I read in "The Silva Mind-Control Method" by Jose Silva, a few months back. I'd already practiced Silva's same method, several times in the past, right after reading the book. I hadn't kept it up, but I knew the method. Silva says it taps into your Beta (I think) brain waves, which are different from your Alpha (I think) brain waves. Silva says it instructs your Subconscious to go out into the Universe and collect the information that your Conscious mind doesn't have access to. Keep your eyes shut, and your head at a 45 degree angle. I already knew, for me, that that meant to point my head/eyes towards my closet door handle area. I did this in my mind.

It worked.

I now have accomplished my very FIRST Superpower.

I woke up this morning to a vivid dream, the dream still in my mind. My dream had told me critical information that my Conscious mind didn't yet know. That's private. But it worked.

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Written April 30, 2025 at 12:22 pm