Entries by J. Anasilan

Don’t Drink the Vinegar

Tonight I saw 27 again – pictured on an image of a workout machine. It’s the crossroad I live at now and the bday of this woman and a number that pops up frequently wanting to tell me a message it seems. I looked up it’s meaning in the bible and first read over the […]

Love

I know he loves me. Perhaps I’m sad that he may never find that again the way he had it with me. When he’s in trouble, I’ve been the first person he calls. After the storms. After the surgery. He knows I pray for him and I cry for him and I write him letters […]

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Mars & the Eclipse

This morning I was greeted by the woman at the hotel front desk as she asked, “Is your name Angel?” No, I answered – thinking nothing of it. I sat down in the lounge couch chairs next to two of my crew members and pulled out my phone to check flight information as the lobby […]

Dream with Actresses

Last night I woke up at 7am to the sun peaking through a window without blackout curtains in the Hyatt of Downtown Tampa. I got up and felt awful, investigated the blinds an found a hidden layer with a black out plastic drop-down device and transformed my room into darkness again. There I laid with […]

Karmic Endings Trust God

Today I went to the beach and roller bladed down the boardwalk as I saw patterns before me. First 2 separate sets of women in pain over a break up. The homeless woman cried and screamed out “you motherf-er rapist son a…” The second woman wearing a brown dress like the one Julia Roberts had […]

Sacred Space Secrets

I don’t feel like I’m in alignment with anyone and I feel uneasy even writing truths in journals anymore. Pages get lost, that woman goes through my room and stuff, I have no true privacy and there’s nowhere to vent my thoughts without feeling like there will be consequences in some way. To be honest, […]

Sandbox of Surrender

Back in 2018, I found myself at a place of rock bottom that had saturated into my soul. The weights of this world had become so heavy, I didn’t see a way to carry them anymore. I woke one day with a voice inside of me saying, “Make a sandbox.” It seemed like a silly […]

She’s Not the Author

This was a long rant and recollection with a series of prayers that went unanswered on the following day as CJ’s son missed her flight. But it’s also a coming back moment to the purpose and storyline of Remember Skyla. CJ realizes that she’s at the place in the prophecy where she finds the new […]

The Son & the Sand

The son returns after she collects sand for her new prayer box and joins hearts with her daughter. This episode covers miracles, prayers answered and more trials in the month of June and into July for CJ who wrote the book about Skyla that’s buried in the sand as a prophecy of what would come […]