7:33 PMC An Epiphany, A Mystery, A Closing of VOID in Judah

These are rune messages. I refuse to speak or write them at this time. Reader beware: leave what the author/artist, the Sorceress, says to leave or you will be cursed. Appreciate what you can understand.

This I asserted, understanding, is funny. In my experience wholly, a lot of people think they need to understand more than they need to take affirmative action to change habits.

I appreciate this perspective at this time:

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7:22 PMC my love life, please do as I am doing, and it is difficult, detailed work upon the MySelf, whom I am choosing to love more holistically than used to when Christianity chained my soul for so many years.

Terror. The Society fills us with terror that saps us of our true potential, and yet, we muster ourselves and do see our lovely selves in glimpses. We are amazing with every smile we give and take into ourselves.

Realize my Luv Life. And realize one thing the Enemy is doing right now is conjuring up this WW3 hyper-terror.

It is false. Study the writings of Frank Zappa, for he was and is an Immortal who spoke, and sang, much wisdom. I appreciated in his book, where he speaks of how the human frame will not knowingly destroy itself.

Nuclear warfare is what I’m talking about. Yes, it is a great terror. We must learn to never let that terror take our lives away so much, and with social media what it is in our existence, let us work; to know ourselves more. And then, let us be missionaries to the beautiful person sitting next to us. I believe it can sometimes begin with smiles. Not words so much. Smiles.

Much love and grace to you,

Cara Coffey.

This couple bore my grandfather, Robert Hilton Beaty. They are stalwart people, Christians. I think I am a disappointment to my family, all of them, even those who knowingly betrayed me. For I am now an Agnostic-Pagan. And yet, they haven’t lived in my lifetime what I continue to live.

Anyway, I make my life what I am led to as they did. And it is time. I forgive the world of betrayal as it concerns Uncovered No More. I gave the main website to the King today. I am celebrating a little bit my way.



Winter Solstice 2022




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This is #caracoffey. Yes, I drew runes for ARCAngels this morning as I clean house, and for the overlords of goodness where Lucifer and Gabriel lovingly do their work with all other regiments world and time-wide, which says: MY LOVE LIFE ARC ANGELS ARE ONE IN THE SAME SAYING WE NEED GROWTH OF SUCCOR AND REST IN THE HOUSE OF US ALL GREAT IN GOODNESS SEASONALLY. Depression: be gone and give my people wisdom to stave the flow of negativity and bullying which so easily seems to break out in our midst. #loveneverfails

Generational Rage & Pragmatism

This is a three tiered article; I must needs share in this first piece what happened across some weeks privately. It will take two incidents, one with a mature adult in my life and one with a child in my life who is an adult.

That is the third tier. I never wished to expose people as I had to to reach—the King, nor did he wish this tragedy in my life, nor my brother wished this tragedy in my life.

Such is life.

It is time outside, time with the wind and sky, which produces the poetry you are privileged to view each day which is mine, or mine with the Great Poets of the past and current events. We are we, the poets, and we must help you heal your way while we express the pain of our society and heal one another, too.. It is a calling which is fierce, fluent in any language, and art of word and deed.
It has been my habit, with the second level WHERE THE MAIN MADALA IS WITH THIS POEM ABOVE, to throw runes in two small books. But as I came to my coffee shop place early this morning, some pain spilled out as the poem above and I got a one rune draw with clear help for me from my past which I feel is holding me back from very real and total healing for me and my family, my life. The rune really cinched the message I will share below in the third tier……painfully. I hate doing it. I do not know why I have the courage today to do this, but I am great full that whatever I have been through didn’t hurt me to the point, this my 57th year, to where I couldn’t humble myself and my life to a point of seeing what I need to see to share this poem, and the thoughts in typing in the third tier.


Incident one is very current. We are both older. We are both hurting and struggling even in our relationship because honestly, in the past, we both have been used. We have served to the point of no return with literally no one nurturing us. There were always reasons not to try with us, yet I do appreciate many people acknowledging our birthdays, and other days of celebration to help us remember we have worth.

We were talking about sweets and it was jokingly admitted how I would get “mad” when I was given chocolate cake because I couldn’t eat it due to acne and other issues. When the joke was said, I walked into the living room and turned my back to heal myself and then kept eating the cake I had and went back in. We injured one another in the incident yet again and yet, we both have taken on injury time and again with being blamed, or being set against one another time and again, and left alone in blame, shame, and demoralization we could only depend on one another or ourselves to come out of for the last 15-20 years.

Incident two is with an adult child, you may not publicly know what was said. It was only one sentence and it was to me alone. It stabbed me like they all know it does. It was intentional and quite frankly, mildly sadistic. Go ahead and not believe me, this pain is real and the reason I could write that poem and do that artwork and throw that rune in the matter of less than an hour.

Keep in mind I’m not Cara. If you go look at my main twitter, I am 375 years old, was born one day before my actual birthday in this body form, and showed up on my previous birthday on the internet and became myself once again. I will remove the cloak of PARODY very soon since I am showing it IRL now. As I was fellowshipping at the time of this incident which will not be explained, I walked outside for a minute to get my equilibrium back—telling them who I am:

I knew what pain in that person’s life propelled them to speak intentionally to hurt me. I knew what they were thinking. And here is my ancient wisdom to all people who have ears to hear:

I personally now fully know what sort of temptation against me dwells in a concealed rage that is older than time prophetically—it has officially and in knowledge left my core across this birthday:

The rage of being a woman and her children controlled by religion and capitalism, at the core of the ‘Merica. I would state it differently if I were talking to people like me, evolved as I am. But I am not talking to that here, I am talking to the general population still seeing this rage.

I immediately apologized to that person for that past sin I committed. But the sin of the generation of that person is greater still: choosing to in knowledge keep an older person of their acquaintance in pain for the fun of it.

Millennials and Gen Z, deal with your shit. I know your games, I know your remedies for these social schisms are heartless control mechanisms, and I dealt with that situation as best I could.


10:33 a Phoenix message of love, diverse unity, and peace

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From listening to this video above, you should be able to ascertain I am in a metaphysical shift that is sometimes painful. Many times it is not as well. In any case, I should have taken notes as I spoke and will try to do that in future.

It’s not everyday you get to hear a person being as honest as I am, and going to heaven in a metaphysical way on a video, as I am, and just being as real as I am, and not making money at it lol.

ANYway…..the second thing my dad said was that he was sorry he didn’t tell me he loved me. It goes way beyond that in how I was not nurtured, how many of us are not nurtured, in our lives. Rune Stones mentor me—nurture myself and give back. That is why my websites are here at my charge. Two of them are paid for yearly out of our income.

I have people in my life who have point blank told me it is not my money (single income family) and have no concept of understanding as it concerns my disinheritance. I guess I wanted it that way as I decided long ago to bear my own burdens but I need to work on feeling sorry for myself.

The second thing of the video I wanted to say is how coloring, and particularly the book shown plus mandala, are training me further still to skip details that are unnecessary in the now.

Too many people, too much of the time, pound others with details. Stop. Please, for the love of yourself and your neighbor, take a deep breath and stop this madness.