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 chapter to her life written by someone other than herself. She sees that her entire life up this point was built on struggle, heartbreak, trying her hardest and wishing for change that she tried to create by the work of her own hands. Now she must become the reader and receiver. Now she’s in the part where she finds this script from the author of LOVE who has included her as a character in his tomorrow. She gets to open up each word as a present and a moment of surprise and she doesn’t get to know what happens next. That’s the beauty of it all – she’s no longer in control. So she lets go.. she looks at the pages and she’s excited to see what happens next as the author reveals his masterful work in the rewriting of her second chapter of life.
I’ve been getting off path trying to make this something it’s not. Even writing letters in a sandbox (praying for God to do this or do that) is symbolically missing the point. I can’t choose what to author. I can only understand that a divine guidance taught me about the letters in the sand to help me see that MY BOOK buried in the hills of trash was a prophecy.
Here is one of the first videos I did to explain what I saw may be happening.
I say here that I am meant to write a book. I say it’s my purpose. I say that I’m telling what I know and have experienced and seen. Why am I not doing it? Why am I so scared to just do this project?
I was part of the script writing project of my life when I was with the council in Heaven. I wasn’t a victim to the story or a servant or a volunteer raising my hand to go into a horrific battle of a life on earth. We had a reason for every single day and every moment planned for my human experience.
I am not an enemy of God or a separate entity pleading for help. I am one with God. WE planned the story I’m living inside of. And maybe it’s time to just marvel at the amazing surprise artist that my higher self is aligned next to God and be excited that I get to walk inside of this script we made for me.
The point of the prophecy of the book Remember Skyla was to show me that I was going to lose my husband, write a book about it, go through hell, want to die even and then I’d fall in love again, go on a crazy journey and finally arrive at a book NOT WRITTEN by me where I’d be a character in a new chapter written by the pen of Love. I wouldn’t get to plot or plan or know what happens next, I’d be the reader in this second portion of my life here. I’d be the passenger on a plane directed by someone other than me. I would be the child on Christmas morning opening up gifts with no idea what’s inside until I unwrapped the package.
Life is a gift now. It’s a surprise. It’s not a struggle anymore or a fight or pleading on my knees for help from Heaven. This is my new chapter and I’m not the author anymore.
It’s time to enter into his rest and allow myself to not have to know what happens next but to be curious, excited about marveled by each thing he plans and sends my way.
I know I’m here. I’m in California. I was shown this is the place I was to go to where something magical would happen. So, now it’s time to see what that is – on surprise at a time. One present opened under the tree at a time.
OK… I think I’m going to go roller blading on the beach now in Venice.
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 of her life. CJ visits her daughter, they pray together and CJ collects sand for her prayer box after the story of the woman in the bible caught in adultery who has her story rewritten by Jesus Christ as they all leave her and condemn her no more. CJ returns to California to receive a shocking phone call at 2am from her son. He left Texas and drove straight to California. A mortgage man took her son in and have him a couch to sleep on. Meanwhile he wanted something from CJ in return – her talent, her creativity and her writing skills. He offered to pay her, made a deposit of $2,500 and then refused to complete the payment once her hours were calculated and the contracted work was completed. CJ’s son moved into the basement – gym room at her roomate’s place in LA. But everything went wrong for her son there. His income source wouldn’t work in door dash, he got his car towed on Independence Day and was very down. CJ’s daughter visited in July to encourage him and as soon as she left, he left too. Tamra called CJ on her trip to let her know the news that her son was gone. He’d packed up his things and went back to the mortgage man’s house, (her sworn enemy). As a turning of unforeseen events, CJ was left with no choice but to let go and let God. She writes from New Orleans on July 13th and receives an epiphany after the script is completed over the Hollywood sign that was burnt out on the night of the supermoon. She wondered if God was saying in this that HE was now writing the stories – not mankind. And that he had chosen CJ to be obedient in telling the truth and the whole truth of all that was onfolding in her reality. It’s not easy for a writer to get rid of the desire to wish for happy endngs and fluffy feel-good messages, especially when the script is speaking of her own real life. But CJ realizes that this muddy, tragic, and trial-stricken path she was walking was not her own creation to decipher. She must walk with faith and write the good, bad and ugly – overcoming her emotions as they are temporary. God is in this story. She knows it. She speaks it. She reports what happens.
I’m very grateful for the downloads I received in the Twilight this morning. I was shown that Tamera is somewhat of an angel, playing a role quite divine in my path. She’s like the big sister I never had and the mother of me and my son in ways I can’t yet speak of – but I see it in the sky. As a fairy god mother sent into the Cinderella story of a woman who lost her sense of self-worth.
We’re going to get a stair master today and I’m excited to start a new season of healing and renewal with her and my new soul tribe family. We’ll set up the basement room as a work-out gym on one side and the other side will be where my son sleeps. I’m going to put her on a work-out routine, teach her to dance hip-hop when she’s sculpting and transform her body into something magical. She’s a very beautiful woman and I’m so excited to see her at her best.
She doesn’t know this, but the pictures on the room she prepared for me look exactly like the walk I walked from the boardwalk to the beach in the 2 years of preparation to come here that I spent in South Florida. Also, I’m quite sure she’s the woman in the dream I had in March of 2016 that stood next to me reviewing a magical book. It was part 2 of a 3-part dream that showed me my son falling down in a race and refusing to get back up, then me and a woman reviewing a book together and the last part was a man on a black horse that fell off as everyone stood watching and taking pictures of his fall. I was the only one that went to help him. I don’t know who he is in that dream but I do believe that all of these prophecies are unfolding as they are designed to.
I will wear that red swimsuit she gave to me yesterday. I’ve seen it in another vision. I’m not sure what I was doing exactly or who I was with but there was a film crew there with us in that beautiful backyard with lush landscaping and water features surrounding the pool. I was happy. I was walking in joy and love. I was someone special in that place.
D just messaged me to comment on the red swimsuit, alerting me that today is Pam’s birthday. There are so many little reasons to see hope in the unfolding of the story my Father in Heaven has authored for me. And like a little girl on Christmas morning, I am learning to unwrap these little gifts with excitement for all that I receive, rather than trying to control or create gifts myself. All good gifts come down from Heaven, given by the Father of Lights.
I open my heart, my mind, my soul and my spirit to receive. Time to book a moving truck and get ready for a call with a company who publishes magazines about good news for neighborhoods.
July 1st, 7:31 a.m. PS – my dad went to Heaven on July 31st.
Photo: Wall picture that looks like the walk to the beach in Dania.
Songs: Life could be a dream & Life is worth living (Justin Bieber)
Over the last few weeks, trying to settle into LA has. been a series of repeating the same mistakes I’ve been making since I first woke to remembrance of the buried book that was mysteriously mirroring my life. That’s when I first ran away from this rabbit hole of strange happenings into distractions and past versions of myself. I’ve been on marketing interviews, frantic shopping excursions for a used car with no resolve and I’ve tried to resurrect old business ideas with a mortgage guy from Orange County who manages a film festival he wanted me to help with. Meanwhile milestones of this journey come into my view like messages screaming at me to press forward in these videos and share the truth of my experiences.
Meanwhile my ex-husband back in Texas has been trying to drown me in his drama – calling with screaming in the background of he and my son fighting, threatening to kill eachother or themselves. I’ve talked with police, mental help facilities and family members with no resolutions. He demanded that I fly my son to live with me and for the first time in my adult life I don’t have a home to welcome him into. It’s a feeling of powerlessness and yet I wonder if that too is divinely orchestrated. I feel like there’s something important I’m meant to do right now and I wonder if this is it. Is this my calling?
From a hotel room in Boise Idaho I woke up at 7:17 a.m., unable to go back to sleep, flipped on the TV and saw a commercial featuring a film director. This reminded me of last week when Tamra sent me a submission request for faith-based stories that do not have divine intervention. I worked for 3 days on ideas to change my script from the published book of miracles from the hospital to take God out of the equation. And as if spirit was screaming at me, I’ve been flooded with memories and images popping up of past directives, such as making the sandboxes in 2018 – another season of waking up to a voice telling me instructions.
The sandbox was the most confusing message I’ve ever received from dreamstates – telling me to build something with NO reason. As I built it, I received more understanding. Based on the story of the woman caught in adultery from the Bible, I was shown that I needed to lay down my troubles at the feet of Jesus, who is called the author of life, of our faith and of our stories, who never wrote a single recorded word on a page. However, on that day, as the angry mob surrounded the woman screaming, “stone her,” Jesus bent down and wrote in the sand. When his hand touched the dirt he announced, “Whoever is without sin cast the first stone at her.” And then he bent down once more and wrote again with his finger. There the scriptures say that each heart was convicted of themselves and they left her one by one until she was alone with God. He asked, “Is there anyone left to condemn you?” “No,” she whispered. And he said to her, “Neither do I condemn you, now go in peace and sin no more.” I thought about this all day yesterday asking what he meant when he said, “Sin no more.” Then the answer came. When God rescues one from their troubles and saves her from the people and the place that covers her in shame, blame and heavy accusations, she is then commanded to not return to that place or those relationships that had discarded her and left her for dead. This was my confirmation to never go back to the situation in Texas where I almost died in 2019 of heart failure from the heavy burdens that had been placed on me alone.
The next commercial that aired on my screen was a Disney commercial for cruiselines featuring adults acting as children and believing in miracles and magic. That brought me to remembrance of my second season of listening to these directives from spirit when I spent an entire year after the pandemic creating hand made prayer candles. I used them in conjunction with the sandbox, writing my prayers in letters to God and then burning a candle in alignment with the scripture from the book of Revelation that reads, “And the prayers of the saints mixed with the smoke from the incense and was lifted by the hands of the angels up to the throne of God.” I believed this word – that my prayers were powerful when I spoke them aloud, then blew out the candle like a child making a wish over a birthday cake and then secured the letter inside of the sandbox to symbolize “casting my worries upon the Lord because he cares for me,” 1-Peter 5:7.
Looking back now on the period of my life between 2018 and 2021 as I spent all of my spare time making sandboxes, light signs of scriptures and prayer candles seems like foolishness when I consider that I’m grown woman with a mountain of troubles, no home of my own or even a car. I have no career to boast about or a love in my life to walk with me in this wilderness. And yet, I can’t shake the mystery rooted in a fantasy book I wrote 10 years ago – never read by a single eye that is so tightly connected to events in my real life. I have no choice but to wonder if childlike faith is alive and real even to mid-life women like me who had long ago given up on such fantasies and fables living in a world that often presents more darkness and sorrow than light and love.
I fly back to California tonight and have 3 days off – with plans to see David. I wrote him a letter yesterday to say goobye and keep it in my notepad. I cried through every word and still feel unsettled as if it’s not time yet. Then last night he sent me screenshots of his 2 hours spent in rigorous workouts. Dennis, the elderly psychic who called me last November told me that David’s soul still needed something from me and I needed to find out what it is. When I last saw David 3 weeks back, I couldn’t help but notice he had gained weight and looked worn-over and unhealthy. He doesn’t know that I know his mother passed in January. I found this out from an encounter with a woman who looks identical to his sister on her flight back to Austin. Angels speak to us in mysterious ways – oftentimes through strangers who spark similarities to our own situations and connections. I never recognized this until I became very open to the realm of souls who’ve passed over – not by own desire or will. This gift seem to find me after my stepdad passed in 2020. I seemingly have become some sort of conduit for loved ones who are still very much around. Anyway, perhaps this project in its own way, once revealed at a later date will be a seed of childlike belief for David too and maybe my role in his life at this moment is to give him incentive to find his new chapter after grieving a great loss and to find new life in a new season of perfect health in his mind and his body.
I was used by God to help a man come back to life and heal from a traumatic brain injury – a documented miracle that defies logic and science. Maybe I’m to be used again in this same way and I should embrace the gift God gives through my willingness to love these men in their seasons of struggling to love themselves. In my eyes he’s beautiful and perfect, and I’ll always see him as the man who walked into Aria carrying 8 bottles of Stella Black Rose wine in a black shirt with an aura of love in his countenance.
Perhaps life is a series of assignments and our role in it all is to leave each person a better version than we first found them. And I trust that everyone I encounter has a desire to be this for me too. I admit it’s not easy to trust anyone when I’ve been hurt so badly in the past. But if I truly believe the word of God, then I must believe that Love takes no record of wrongs and Love trusts ALL things.
As for the script submission request from the production company seeking a faith-based film that has no divine intervention or God in the story, such a concept is a lie for me. Christ revealed to me in 2016 that he was the conduit between heaven and earth who woke me from the dead as a 17 year old girl who committed suicide. He was the one who brought me to the Council where I saw chapters in the Book of Life and I believe he’s authoring my story today and giving me little breadcrumbs of what was and what is yet to come. To deny my own experiences would be a denial within my own soul. So, I say here and now to that Hollywood producer who seeks divine wisdom without credit to the divine, “No thank you.” There will be a day when the true Author, producer and director of all scripts we live in will be revealed to all and I will stand with the ones this world calls foolish and naive – the ones who still believe in the power of prayer, in miracles and in the spirit of love that we all hoped to find at one point in our journeys, before we were tainted by the weights of this world. I will produce my own film here, without a single viewer today. But if this is God’s will for this story to be known, then it will be at the appointed time with or without the help of a people in powerful positions.
Today I pray for the strength to press forward in this project of the Unscripted Script, for intense focus on the calling upon my life to keep making these videos and entries to track the process of my buried book as a prophecy of a woman who lost everything but today walks in faith towards a chapter that will restore and renew all that she ever had. And speaking of renewal, perhaps my next video will share the vision I was given before I left Florida of a future moment of my son’s life…. As the happy and fullfilled husband and father that he will become…
May 27th, 2025 – The unscripted script.. unravels…
It’s been a roller coaster ride of a first week in LA and to my surprise, my first flight out is to Hawaii. I knew this was a day that would create new awareness and spiritual eyes to see something new. After all, my first trip to Maui back in February was one that shifted my entire mindset, and sent me home with a promise ring hid in my suitcase of a silver crown hosting a jade stone that only fits my wedding ring finger.
The video captures clips of the magnificent 3 who visited me for lunch overlooking the ocean in Honolulu. I remembered the significance of the cardinals and how the male chases the female wherever she goes. And in that moment, I was reminded of the power of prayer too – receiving a text message about my roommates healing eye that read, “divine intervention.” She had called me from the ER after that told her she would need surgery in the morning and she asked me to pray for her. I did so right then on the phone. I know I don’t have power on my own but I also know I’ve seen miracles and carry a seed of faith that activates miracles when I speak to God. Maybe not all the time but my ways aren’t his ways. This moment was divine for me and I do believe the angels gifted me intervention with these beautiful birds. Three to me signifies the two joined together by God. Also the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. And in the physical I believe the woman is asked to play the role of the HS.
Anyway, I made some choices today to return to prayer as my only weapon of the heart. I’m done denying my own heart and I’m done chasing and forcing change. I put all my love is God’s hands and I ask him to water hope and make it grow into a beautiful rose I can see, touch, feel and testify of.
Here are the clips and my writing for the night.
CJ prepares to leave Miami, recollecting pivotal moments in Southern Florida, strange dreams of past lives with the man in California, her sessions with hypnotherapist Dr. Anne Marie and the elderly couple who told her that a fated meeting with a man they called her “twin soul” was in store for her in the next year. Remembering the feeling of when she died, met with the Council and keepers of the Akashic Records and was brought back to life in 1995, her anticipation builds…
After CJ created a film deck and submitted it to a Hollywood producer for her book to be considered as a film last November, she never heard from the man again, causing her to lose hope in the project. Then months later in March, she found out her company was moving her to LA. In April CJ then received a call from a script writer she’d met on a plane from LAX to Miami back in February. Over the next 2 weeks a strange turning of events connected CJ and the script writer in a plan to move in together as roomates – relighting CJ’s flame in the possibility of the prophecy tied to the lost book of Skyla.
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