My eyes fell upon an interesting Tube music-related video, Everything Music, hosted by a very interesting man named Rick Beato. In the video, he interviews a beautiful and flamboyant female bass player from Mumbai, India named Mohini Dey.

It took a small portion of my afternoon, listening to Mohini sharing many and great details of how she rose to stellar status as a world renowned bass player. She named a host of famous players who she toured with and I was amazed at the energy and focus she possessed.

The very next day, another video piqued my interest. A beautiful female guitarist with knee length dreadlocks was dueling with a male guitarist. I had to watch this and I was not disappointed! After my curiosity was satiated, I suddenly wondered why both gals mentioned not a word of praise or acknowledgment that their incredible talents were from God. That got me thinking deeply about the origin and purpose of music and the reasons why and how its effects so influenced people’s hearts and emotions..

I was introduced to the magical and mesmerizing world of ,music the day a classmate brought in her Elton John record. I was only familiar hearing my mom’s German Oompa band and my dad’s salsa albums. Soon after hearing my classmates record, I heard about and followed great rock legends Aerosmith, Heart, Bad Company and of course led Zeppelin. I was unaware of the rock star lifestyle of drugs, sex and riotous living, because I was so focused on honing my won talents to become a fashion designer and rock singer.

So here I am a mature woman of God, an ordained worship minister-Psalmist and singer-songwriter, recording and producing sacred, inspirational and social-conscious albums. Though I’ve always dreamed of touring and working with top-notch players and producers ( and never went beyond the local level), I have been blessed to have learned to refine my craft and ears to excellence in my playing and performing. I have also given priority to my other gift: writing,

As my relationship with God and Christ has evolved to deep intimacy, they’ve given me some insight regarding the demise of musical icons and how their lives influenced and impacted our young people. In my introspecting and journaling, I’ve become increasingly disturbed by our youth’s diminished potential. I recently viewed a video a prayer warrior friend sent me, showing a of a horde of violent young men leaping and then stomping a police car. Several joined him, screaming vulgarities and acting like a herd a rabied monkeys. I shook my head in great sadness, wondering what parental upbringing they had and what music they listened to.

This is the same feeling I felt after watching an Eminem video years ago. Eminem lambasted his own mother, spewing expletives and being downright hateful. Words suddenly came to my head and I quickly grabbed a pencil to write the lyrics for a song I wrote and recorded,, which became Cool City. Please listen closely to the words for they speak of a young person whose desire was to be cool and glorified and wasted his life through drugs and violence. .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=puubN8-GF1Y

Parents, grandparents, teachers and politicians, the negative trends which have seduced most of our precious young people are killing them!

It disturbs me to realize that we, (God’s people) have not not been the salt of the earth, as influencers and repulsing evil and decadence. Many of us have become little more than imitators and imposters, regurgitating the antics, ideologies music styles of secular business moguls, music artists and sports stars.

Okay, we can’t deny the charisma and transcendent creativity of Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix Janis Joplin, Prince, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Katy Perry and many others. Many of these artists , as youngsters, first expressed their gift from God in church. So what caused them to deviate from God’s special call and to end up dead from an overdose or suicide?

Over the several decades of living for Christ and focusing my music gift to positively influence young people and anyone hurting, I’ve learned a few things about satan and his evil devises. He is a deceiver and a liar and only the Holy Spirit can educate and protect us from veering from God’s plan and divine destiny.

Young people, please carefully read this blog and listen closely to The Holy Spirit whispering to your heart. Decide to make the adjustments you need to be healthy, successful and divinely guided by the most high God, Jehovah. Looking for fame, fortune and a bevy of admirers to share your bed each night?. You may eventually attain glory and wealth, but I assure you, when you keel over from a Fentanyl or heroine overdose, you will find yourself , in a horrific place and screaming in torment for eternity! When you are tempted and seduced by satan’s lies, continually asked yourself, “Where will this action or decision lead me?” And if you choose to run away in the opposite direction, know that God’s plan for you is always excellent.

That goes for Christian and worship artists also. Don’t be deceived into thinking that because you’re offered a record deal with a Christian label , (run by secular moguls who have no interest in furthering the Gospel or influencing people’s lives for Christ) you are in good hands. Most will require you to make a covenant with satan. The Christian music industry is riddled with corruption, hypocrisy, narcissism and abject filth, Even famous worship artists (and famous pastors and bishops) are being exposed for other-godly lifestyles and activities.

Jehovah God created ,music and downloads His glorious gift to his creation, in the hope of us worshiping Him in spirit and in truth. Music is powerful and can change the course or destiny of a person for good or for bad. God also crowned us with the second most glorious gift, (in my opinion) our brain! Having a sound mind enables us to think soberly and weigh the consequences of our decisions, Young people need to learn to navigate their brain with God’s word, (the Holy Scriptures). A good place to begin is the book of proverbs.

Proverbs 0:10 Aramaic translation: The beginning of wisdom is the awe of LORD JEHOVAH and the knowledge of the Righteous Ones is understanding;

That all being said, God created us to be conduits, watering the world with His grace, compassion and inventiveness. Why do we Christians copy the works and inventions of the non-believers? ZOOM is so convenient, (while we are being spied on) and where are the innovative computer techs who can create our own Christ network and social media platforms (bigger than Face Book)? I know there are many Spirit-filled business people who are billionaires and they should be networking and joining forces to create our own sanctified platforms, networks and entertainment enterprises. We Christians must untether ourselves from satan’s entrapments. Ungodly music, films and TV which promote promiscuity, drugs and greed are satan’s snares which drag people into the abyss of death.

A good start to begin the healing process of our damaged youth is to teach them to connect to Christ for divine inventions, creativity and music-art trends which powerfully transforms the fabric of our society. Let’s decide today to be trendsetters and forge new divine frontiers of of excellence and purity for our young people and the next generation!

I will be delving and sharing more deeply about music’s powerful influence in my next blog, The Lure. Consider Following me here. God Bless you!

So, all you preppers out there have garnered your emergency food supplies, water filters and guns. You’re all confident that when the crash comes, you are armed and ready. I do commend you all for adjusting your modern and convenient lifestyles to emulate the hardy Amish.. One thing I pray you haven’t left out of the equation is to prep your bodies.

  I’m a participant of several Facebook groups. We grapple with certain chronic and/or incapacitating symptoms. Many have just about lost all hope of recovering and some are even close to suicide. I’ve often felt hopeless and were it not for my very strong faith in Christ, I’d probably be amongst the suicidal.

  I’m blessed and humbled to have the role of intercessor, prayer warrior, where I have the privilege to inspiring others to abide in Christ for their healing and recovery. Let’s remember that that the powers that be are determined to make and keep us sick with all kinds of deadly assaults, (chemtrails, Fluoridated water, GMOs, Glyphosate, pharmaceuticals and even unspecified artificial ingredients in processed foods). Most of us, seeking fellowship on the Face book support groups struggle each day with symptoms that are almost impossible to deal with.

  For you precious ones who follow my blog, I’m informing you that my urgent quest for relief and healing is ongoing. Every time I discover new and crucial information and protocols to to address Chronic Lyme, EMF sensitivity and long cov!d; I want to pass it on to you so you also can share with friends, family and loved ones who hit a brick wall about a medical condition. There is always hope for those who believe that God is our help!

  In my research, I continually find incredible amounts of information from well-researched doctors who tell us how the body breaks down; and the different bacterial, fungal, viral and heavy metal constituents; which eventually lead to a serious disease.

  I recently listened to a amazing dissertation from doctor Jay Davidson, researching Mimosa Pudica, (an aurvedic substance used for parasitic infections.) I’ve tried various parasite supplements and detox regimens with no results. I ignorantly disregarded my serious inflammation issue and teeth-grinding as an urgent health crisis and suffered greatly. I now had to deal with esophageal problems and the jaw-mouth-jaw spasms, ( which caused my teeth to get very worn down. to the point where the nerves exposed themselves and eating cold food hurt)! I felt hope arising after finding Doctor Jay’s well-researched information, (which included Lyme, mold and parasite infection). I’ve come to the conclusion that I should start attributing my chronic Lyme, fatigue and Dystonia symptoms, to a severe parasite infection. And some of you may not have even imagined that you have parasites; but it is a fact that Americans are just as susceptible to parasites as any south American or Asian citizen. And they often partake in bi-annual parasite detox programs!

  A few days ago, while researching Glyphosate toxicity, I came upon another amazing doctor, Dr Stephani Seneff. Honestly, I was aware since last year, that Glyphosate was unsafe, not realizing the true severity of it’s toxicity on my body. I was struggling to ascertain the cause of the bone loss beneath my gums; and now find that Glyphosate poisoning could be the cause.

  Now, I am convinced that my lackadaisical attitude about Glyphosate detoxing has caused severe damage to my already taxed body and I regret not more seriously addressing Glyphosate poisoning.

  It is of utmost importance for those of us suffering from Lyme Disease, Mold Illness, EMF sensitivity, Heavy metal toxicity, Mercury poisoning and Cov!d; to take responsibility for our health and wellness. I understand totally, that many of us are so fatigued and/or in great pain; we can’t muster the energy and focus to attend to the laborious process of researching for our wellness. The bottom line is that we have to do it or die; as was the the title of the 2002 book Detoxify or Die, by environmental medicine Dr. Sherry Rogers. Some of us have such serious and complicated symptoms that only God can unravel the mystery. He will assist us to press through and discipline ourselves to collect and apply the necessary protocols and regimens to heal. It is our choice. Most orthodox physicians do not make the effort to research because of lack of time or not caring.

 I pray that as you read this blog, that you take the time to keep notes in your health journal or notebook. I am a passionate artist-musician and would prefer to spend my limited energy on writing new music and hobnobbing with other musicians; but I know that if I do not apply the necessary detoxing, sauna, supplementation and strict pure lifestyle; I will die.

  During my 30- plus years performing and spiritually mentoring many people; I have come to truly care about people. God has revealed to me the precious and abundant destiny He desires for everyone. Sadly, the agenda of the ‘powers that be’ are to weaken, dumb down and slowly kill as many people as they can. And… they have been very successful in their diabolical plan to kill and maim many with the dreadful epidemic.

   I wish to remind you dedicated preppers that if you neglect to prepare your bodies ( and detox regimens now), when the system crashes, you will be unable to sustain health and wellness. There will be no emergency walk-ins, hospitals or supplement and vitamin companies. Now is the time garner the supplements, healing herbs canned foods and remedies . All your prepping of emergency food, water and guns will be of no good, if you are sick , dying and without any medical and health supplies.

I hope this blog awakens your perception and understanding of survival wellness.

   Here is an essential book about foraging for edible plants when the economy crashes and/or food runs out,

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 Some of you may play the devil’s advocate, maybe thinking, So what, about this blog. It would really impress me if this blogger said, “I did this protocol and I was healed!” I did not compose his blog to impress. I posted it because my prayer is that despite us suffering year after year, not improving despite the best of efforts and no miraculous healing, your faith will advance to an even higher, divine level of  faith that God is so pleased with.

  To sum this all up, I recently sang one of my favorite inspirational songs from Martina Mcbride at a lovely restaurant, The Spot in Americus Georgia. The first time I hear Martina sing it, my eyes welled up in tears. I could so relate to the chorus: Please listen with your heart:

         God is great But sometimes life ain’t good
       And when I pray It doesn’t always turn out like I think it should
          But I do it anyway I do it anyway.

And last and most important of all, those who abide in Yehovah God, in His divine shelter and in what Jesus Christ did for us on the cross, we will be far ahead of those who do not trust and believe. God is the only one who promises His divine provision and and protection. When life as we know it ceases to be; we had better be established and rooted in the one and only rock of Salvation! Yehovah God grants wisdom and life to those who hear and obey. The foolish and disobedient, (those who mock God, Christ and his whistle-blowers) will be suddenly shocked when they find themselves surrounded by the vicious wolves who will tear them apart and eat them!

 Now is the time to accept Christ as your Savior, and The Holy Spirit will teach you wisdom, counsel and direction for these very dark times ahead. May Father God bless you as you listen, heed and obey those things that bring life and sustenance!. Meditate and live by Psalm 91.

Well, we finally made it to our ministry home-compound in Georgia. It was a grueling 2-day by car in 90 degree heat and humidity. Mark bore the taxing burden of pulling our fully loaded trailer. The two days before our final move were stressful as we had had to ask our landlord for a few more days to load the trailer and clean the house thoroughly in preparation for him to put the house on the market. He was gracious about extending our time, but that didn’t alleviate my great anxiety because there was still so much more packing and cleaning to do.

The success and speediness of our moving day also depended on Mark’s best friend, (who would be driving his HHR. behind us . He would spend the night with us and the following morning Mark would drive him to the Atlanta airport. The day before our leave, Claude called Mark to check on our progress and exploded in anger, asking what was our problem that we needed another day., Mark and him seemed to blame me for the delay and they had no idea how drained and near breakdown I was in. We decided to leave on Wednesday. I knew I would not be able to make it unless I had supernatural help, so I called my prayer warriors asking them to pray for strength, peace and some decent restorative sleep.. My body was screaming for rest and sleep, as I was getting into bed well after 2:30 for several nights in a row and having to wake up early to get the house in prime condition for the landlord and realtor’s visit. Two of our cats sensed something amiss as they watched Mark and me go outside gain and again with boxes and bins. My Pee-Wee watched intently as I took the last box downstairs from my upper loft. My eyes teared as I took a few pictures of the now-empty room, ( leaving behind my beautiful rug) I had spent so much time in worshiping and composing my blogs.

Finally, Wednesday morning came., by the time I had my coffee and prayed for the Lord’s strength, I scurried about, collecting the last few items to our trailer. Mark was happy to see that the house was in great shape and that I did a good job with the cleaning and vacuuming.. Claude arrived on time and we loaded the three cats with their sleeping hootch’s. I took one last picture of our rental home as we started to turn the corner for the New Jersey Turnpike.

Mark took a different interstate route, from the usual Interstate 75, which would avoid us having to endure horrendous bumper-to-bumpier traffic jams near the DC and Baltimore areas. We were exhausted by 9 pm and Claude and him stopped at a North Carolina exit with lodging and eating establishments. A threatening storm with torrential rain suddenly forced us to call it a night and settle for an expensive $145 a night hotel.. Seeing Claude get angry, I quickly asked Jesus to give us peace.

We awoke the next morning in much better and we continued our route through North Carolina. After four more hours of driving, we finally saw the sign for Georgia Welcome Center. I breathed a sigh of joyful relief as Mark rounded the entrance. I heard a terrible metal-grinding sound as he drove over a speed bump. I yelled, “What is going on?”

Mark and Claude stopped the vehicles and dashed out to see what damaged had occurred. Mark’, Claude and I gazed in horror to see the trailer hitch broken off from the trucks underbelly!.

I knew immediately that this was a serious situation only God could fix and I grabbed Mark’s call phone to call a special prayer warrior brother Albert. Thankfully, he was available and we declared victory over the disaster. It was about 95 degrees and humid and I began to feel faint. My lungs started to get inflamed from the humidity. Albert urged me to take out my guitar and worship and that is what I did for the next several hours. All three cats became very uncomfortable in the heat and and I had to wet them down and give them water.

Claude and Mark took the HHR to see if they could find an auto supply store. I stayed with the cats in the hot truck praying for a miracle. They came back an hour later unable to find a U=-Haul dealer nor an auto parts store to find repair tools for the broken hitch. I continued to pray for a miracle.

As I watched Mark and Claude laying underneath the truck, struggling to work with metal rope and tools, I kept thanking Father for His supernatural guidance and ingenuity. I knew that He was faithful to download formation that would enable them to secure the hitch, so we could get home. As they worked, I walked to the shade of nearby trees with my guitar and continued to ask my heavenly father for supernatural assistance and patience for the two men. Amazingly, Mark and Claude had the hitch reconnected at around 6 pm and we headed off to our property four hours away.

I must admit, the next four hours were a little stressful as Mark drove somewhat faster than what I thought was safe. I continued to thank Father for each mile we safely traveled. At any moment, the hitch could gave way and we would all be stuck on a dark, rarely raveled road to no where!. Claude was stressed when Mark stopped at a crossroad, asking how far are we?

Thankfully, we crawled onto our dirt road around 10:30 pm, safe and sound. Father was truly a miracle worker holding together the make-shift trailer hitch support. Right after we arrived at the house, Claude announced he was so exhausted, he was going right to sleep.

Mark brought some bags of food into the house and I proceeded to bring the cats in, one by one. I took our new kitten Teenie in first. The back hatch was still open and Mark’s favorite cat, Tiny bolted out into the darkness., It was a half an hour of chasing him around the house. I prayed again and said “Father, I know you just gave us a huige miracle, but is there room for one more tonight?” Mark and I were just too exhausted to deal with chasing him and dragging him back into the house. He ended up rushing into the house at the opened back door. We fed the cats and went to sleep.

A few days later, surveying the contents of Mark’s massive garage, the shed and the house, looking like a scene from the Hoarding TV show, I asked Father for contentment. The weeks and months before our move, I cried myself to sleep many nights. I wondered how I’d be able to adjust living the rest of my life in a remote, rural fungus-infested forest property. I was so used to seeing the neighbors and enjoying the security and safety of my backyard.! Here in rural Georgia, rattlesnakes and isolation would be my fearful companions. I could find very things to be excited about.

A few days later, on a warm, sunny and billowy-white-clouded day, I opened my front door to a beautiful sight! A Monarch butterfly was supping on the exquisite honey of a bloomed Passion flower. . I could not believe my eyes as rushed to find my camera to capture the lovely sight. At that moment, God reminded me that He always brings good out of darkness or the mundane. He wanted me to remember as he gifted me with the ability to capture and express beauty, His glorious handiwork , that I should share it as a testimony of Him being a wonderful, good God!

As Mark and I embark on this new chapter of our lives, I covet all prayers for Father to embrace new opportunities and challenges. Mark and I will sorely miss our beloved neighbors and his Heavn;s Saints motorcycle ministry family. I hope to connect with artists and musicians and get my production and Outreach non-profit established and running to support the needy and challenged women and their children in our area.

There is so much work to do. I miss my neighborhood on Chestnut Ave, the beautiful Pine lands environment and my precious squirrels and blue jays that I used to feed on my patio. I await Father and Jesus guiding and directing. me to outreach and especially to start a worship band. He is faithful.