THE PROSECUTION OF THE GODS & ANGELS

PROSECUTION & TRUTH 1.11.2010

2011-01-12T04:02:00.000-08:00

TONIGHT-

I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY,IN CALIFORNIA,40 YEARS OLD, UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE, ON ALL KNOWN FAITHS, ON THE GODSELVES LIVES THEMSELVES, SWEAR THAT I’M THE ONE WHO WATCHED A HEINOUS RAPE OF MY HUSBAND IN THE EAST, AND WAS, WHILE IN MY SNOWFLAKE BEDROOM, WAS BRUTALLY PRETERNATURALLY HURT(WHICH I PUT BACK ON), AND THIS WAS NOT ONLY A CRIME,IT WASA SERIOUS IN THE SOUL SELF, IN THE UNIVERSE, AND WAS BEYOND THE SERIOUS IN HEINOUS CRIME. IT'S MY PHYSICAL PRETERNATURAL BODY. THE CRIME IS REGISTERING IN THE SOUL SELF AS SOMETHING PHYSICALLY SICK IN TERMS OF THE MICHAELIAN HOUSEEHOLD & THE ESTABLISHMENT ITSELF. I,MYSELF IN CALIFORNIA, AM TRYING TO HANDLE THE EVENT, WHICH CANNOT GO UNPUNISHED. THERE IS SOMETHING TRULY PHYSICALLY WRONG, I CAN FEEL IT. I WILL PROSECUTE THE DOWNSTAIRS & THE FEMA FOR THE CRIMES WHICH LED TO THIS EVENT, AND FOR THE CRIME ITSELF.

ALSO, I REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE & ON HIS STERLING HONOR ITSELF, BIRTHED MY OWN WINGS, I’M THE ORIGINAL WHO HAD THE SPONTANEOUS EVENT WITH TRUE GOD, IN WHICH I HAD A CONVERSATION STATING THAT HUMANITY, HUMAN BEINGS ARE JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS ARCHANGELS & GODS, AND ALL BEINGS. MY HONOR, ALL OF MY HONOR, REPRESENTS ALL OF HUMANITY IN THE EARTH PHYSICAL. I HAVE ALL OF THE PHYSICAL, EARTH PROOF OF MY HISTORY FROM START TO NOW, INCLUDING THE JOURNAL IN WHICH I USE DURING MY DIRECT BEING TO BEING AMENDS. I’M A BEAUTIFUL BEING WHO IS FIGHTING ALL EVIL ON THIS EARTH, USING MY ORGANIZATION FIGHT. I'M NOT TRULY NEGATIVE. WHAT YOU ARE SEEING AS AGGRESSION IS A UNIQUE HUMAN BEING FIGHTING FOR EVERYONE…REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, 40 YEARS OLD, CALIFORNIA

PROSECUTIONS & PROTECTION

2011-01-11T04:06:00.000-08:00

A CONVERSATION: TONIGHT:

I KEEP EVERYTHING,WITHOUT FAIL. MY MUSIC (YOU BELONG TO ME),MY WRITING,MY ORGANIZATIONS (FIGHT.,,INLOVE.,THESOUL)& MY ARTWORK.I, REBECCATACOSAGRAY, 40YEARSOLD,INCALIFORNIA,UNDERTRUEGOD'SOATHINVIOLATE AND ONHIS LIFE, WROTE&HADAJURATDONEAT 8:30=-PA.THAT PROTECTS MY,REBECCATACOSAGRAY'S CONSTRUCT ANDWHOSEWHOSUPPORTITWHOARETRUEGOODONLY.ALSO ON JURAT:I, REBECCATACOSAGRAY, UNDERTRUEGOD’SOATHINVIOLATE,PROSECUTE THE ESTABLISHMENT FOR ATTEMPTED THEFTOF MY,REBECCATACOSAGRAY’SCALIFORNIAEVENTOF INCEPTING AND ATTEMPTINTOSAVE THOSE WHOARE GOOD, WHO ARE ASSISTING IN MY WORK(FIGHT.) I PROSECUTETHEM FOR THE DESECRATION BY THEEUROPEANESTABLISHMENT OF THE EVENT FOR ATTEMPTED THEFT, AS THEY SABOTAGED THE ACTUAL EVENTIN ORDER TO THIEVE. I MADE A LAW AGAINST THE ACTION STATED, DUE TO CEMENTING AND THE DESECRATION OF THE ESTABLISHEMNT OF MY, REBECCATACOSAGRAY’S CONSTRUCT BY SABOTAGE: I PROSECUTE MISSM/MISSESM FOR ATTEMPTED THEFT & DESECRATION OF MY LIFE AND OF MY CONSTRUCT. I SAVED MY,REBECCATACOSAGRAY’SCALIFORNIA, TRUEST .MICHAEL/MICHAELHIMHUSBANDSELF, INVIOLATELY USING THE ABOVE ACTION OF SAVING.(IN HISGOOD,PROTECTIVECALIFORNIA FORM,WHICH WASUNLAWFULLYPLACEDNEGATIVELY DOWN.) DUETOHISSUPPORT, PROTECTION, AND OUR LOVE, OFMYSELF,REBECCATACOSAGRAYCALIFORNIA. ALLDIMENSIONS AREDENIED THEREPLAYOFTHIS EVENT-IOWNIT,IOWNFIGHT.&THEMOVEMENTFOR ASSISTANCE, AND WILL PROSECUTE AND PUT DOWN IN DISHONOR ITSELFINVIOLATELYTHOSE
WHO TRY. DUE TO THESE, ISAW AFTER 3 1/2LONGYEARS,MYTRUE ST.MICHAEL/MICHAELHIMSELF BACKTOGETHERINFULLHEALTHYFORM,AFTERLITHEHADBEENPIECEMEALEDANDPULLEDFROM REBECCATACOSAGRAY'SCALIFORNIAHOMEPIECEBYPIECEBYTHEEUROPEANGROUP.IWEPT.HEISBOUND
TOMYSELF,REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIFORNIA,INLOVE...REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIF.

PROSECUTE THE DOWNSTAIRS

2011-01-07T11:32:00.000-08:00

UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE, THE FOLLOWING IS ASBOLUTE TRUTH.

The following is being written to prosecute the Spiritual Establishment for Crimes Against Humanity, and Crimes within the Soul Self. The following Prosecutes by entry into your own Auric Reticulatum, as any viewings of prosecutions reach the Positive Establishment, which shows Proof of event existence within the Soul Self, and cements the truth in the paper physical on Earth. As Always, on all Honor, On True God's Oath and on his actual physical life, on all Archangelic Honor, on all God's Honor, I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, am an innocent being.

I,REBECCATACOSAGRAY,UNDERTRUEGOD'SOATHINVIOLATEANDONHISLIFE, prosecutethe Downstairs regions for heinous crimes against my own soul self, and against my Pantheonic Exchange. It seems obvious, that the Downstairs, which comprises all negativity & evil, should be prosecuted. In my case, it is a must. I have been subject through some serious infractions, most which occur at night in cowardice while I'm sleeping. It's unfortunate, as I'm the type who will defend. I state now that I'm entirely good and my face good. I work hard every day just to see all of my love and events raped for an Establishment of Negativity. I get tired of putting down female who show up with my own love who are criminals:.they're not myself. I have also seen heinous events occur that shouldn't occur. for the record, I have put Lucy down over and over again, cemented:it stay that way--he is dead. To the Europeans, if you would finally but finally up and understand that it is necessary for protection you might find some understanding:that downstairs is heinous in my sace and it is necessary for the protection of my Pantheonic Exchange and my work. (!) Also, for the record, the Queen Mum is evil. Their cementings ground,which is necessary. The Downstairs is denied everything, all of the time, I don't put up with evil: I put it down. I'm frustrated with the fact Sexual Aggrandisement by rape of my construct & my physical body (I made amends over 4 1/2 years ago in truth & Direct Being to Being Amends, Under True God's Oath Inviolate & on His Life). Ihave watched Fema after Fema (Fema are rejected Females) In my case, they cannot be anyhere here near myself, they are rejected by myself. The rapes have grown, and now interfere with my own Marriage to True St. Michael/Michael Himself. Lucy has been heinous in interference by rape. I prosecuted the lower Establishment for rape and state that my Marriage & Lovemaking have always been in Honor Itself. One thing I must state formyself is that our relationship is pure, it is beautiful, and is True Love, truly love: I love him as my true Husband on this Earth. We have fought for our love. This conversation will probably mark the first time that i discuss this in detail, as I have trouble talking about my relationship. My Husband is an Archangel, and there is no other way to say. You can the problem, he is a very large being, and one who is famous History. My relation intnship is very realistic, daily speaking, although different in interaction, as I interact with the Spiritual Establishment Daily. This is the Absolute Truth Under True God's Oath: On your own Life it's truth. Ihaveto put up with Spiritual Females trying to backpack on my, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY'S CALIFORNIA, own Personality & Love, and it gets messy, trying to prosecute them for their crimes. They are insistent & heinous, sometimes, and commit crimes daily trying to steal to upkeep their Spiritual "M.O"'s. I have to work hard to protect my own Life Path, all of my work, and my Organizations, FIGHT. & THE SOUL. from their theiving. It is difficult, but it is worth it. My July 11, 2010 Marriage is one ofthe largest parts of my life, he is my love, and I will defend my relationship until after my at the age of 98. and, i have a chose a pathto putdownevilonthis Earth, in FIGHT., which has nothing to do with my Husband, as it began and emerged out of my own experiences of fighting evil. My Husband is part of, however, and is the Protector for my Organizations, both FIGHT. & THE SOUL. He won't ever own, and this is a protection for myself and I think he understands that: I have my own Honor, my own work, and he is part of the love that is going into both. FIGHT. & THE SOUL will always be only my own, REBECCATACOSAGRAY''S IN CALIFORNIA, no other. I have protected them under full Living Trust, The Living Trust of Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and wil have to protect further by weight of a Lawyer on this Earth, later in my life. there are too many things at risk, I protect my afterlife, and the Fema that look to try to steal will be put down on Earth in the Physical. This attitude has served me well in protection,and in defense against the negative downstairs. I will always fight evil, even in the afterlife. I will keep all I have done, in love and in fight, and i will fight to further good, always. I have a deep interest in protecting the Soul Self, due to my experiences and my fight for my own rights. I will not allow Transgressions against the Soul Self. I keep setting in place protections for those who are beset by evil on Earth, that they may stay protected while fighting. While I'm discussing this, I will state that I have kept and am keeping prosecution upon the entire being a heinous negative fema who wont ever be, Miss M. MissM is a condemned female, and of the Lower establishment. In essence, I, the actual REBECCATACOSAGRAY ON EARTH & EVERYWHERE ELSE, I'm the Original and Only, there is no other. I crafted my life, I crafted my work, without fail, and will defend it.I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, 40 YEARS OLD, IN CALIFORNIA, PROSECUTE THE DOWNSTAIRS REGION AND THE EUROPEAN FEMA, & MISSESM(WHO WILL DIE TO HISTORY) FOR CRIMES AGAINST THE SOUL SELF, AND FOR ATTEMPTED THEFT AND HEINOUS TREATMENT OF MY PANTHEONIC EXCHANGE. THEY ARE DENIED EVERYTHING...REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIF.

MISSES M CONDEMNED

2011-01-06T13:31:00.000-08:00

UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE, THE FOLLOWING IS ASBOLUTE TRUTH.

The following is being written to prosecute the Spiritual Establishment for Crimes Against Humanity, and Crimes within the Soul Self. For your own understanding, over 4 1/2 years ago, 2006, I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA, had an epiphany at my Mother, Aggie's House in Manteca, California that changed my life and wrought serious changes in my Soul Self. I was, later, Aurally Breached and fought evil for some time until it was down. I have faced negative being, this you should know, and can and must Prosecute them to maintain Law in my own Soul Self, to uphold Law Itself Universally, and to Protect my Physical & Spiritual Life, now & in the Afterlife. The following Prosecutes by entry into your own Auric Reticulatum, as any viewings of prosecutions reach the Positive Establishment, which shows Proof of event existence within the Soul Self, and cements the truth in the paper physical on Earth. As Always, on all Honor, On True God's Oath and on his actual physical life, on all Archangelic Honor, on all God's Honor, I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, am an innocent being.

I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, IN CALIFORNIA, UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH & HONOR INVIOLATE, ON ALL GOD'S HONOR, AND ON ALL ARCHANGELIC
TRUTH AND HONOR, PROSECUTE THE HOUSE OF MISS M, THE MISSES M,
BOTH MISS M'S, MARY, THE PERSONALITY TRAITS&MIAFORATTEMPTED
THEFT OF MY LIFE PATH,MY SEXUALITY, & MY LOVE. These particular
females are heinous, they're of the downstairs, and theTTare fully guilty of Crimes
Against my, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY'S, Soul Self and are Prosecuted for Crimes
Against Humanity. They must be held accountable for their crimes, LISTED AS
FOLLOWS:

Crime #1: I prosecute the females for Crimes against my Soul Self, of Heinous intent to
steal yesterday's event, The Kiss, which I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA,
copyrighted by full U.S. Jurat under Oath, dated 1-5-2011 it is full, absolute truth. The
kiss, in which I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, kissed my True St. Michael/Michael Himhusbandself, whom I already married on July 11, 2010, and it showed our love, my
position as wife, and our truth in fighting for the forwarding of Good against evil through
-out our lives. There was an attempt at theft in the middle of the night last night, and it
needs to be corrected.

Crime #2: I prosecute The Personality Traits, Mary of Magdalene & Jesus Christ for Crimes Against Humanity in regards to my Life Path and my Soul Self. Jesus Christ protects the Soul Self & Human Personality when Human beings are aggressed by evil, or in special circumstances, such as Soul Self Purification in regards to Amends. Over four & One half years ago, I made full amends in Truth, and later Direct to Being Amends, which changed my life. I try to explain to others that the Soul is beautiful, complex, and truly viscerally, although not of a substance or mass you can see. I have seen, Under True God's Oath & on his Physical Life, mine manifest in light, a glow around myself, and that the Truth is upheld inviolately in the Soul, and that I did not need to worry about my battles. I also realized that my physical protectiveness does make
a difference. My Soul is important to myself, and it has made all Souls important to myself, as
I know the weight of beauty to be found if you try, within your own Soul Self. It is beyond beauty, the realization of your actual Soul, the realization of the physical reality, of its existence within you. The True & Living God, who is Truth, and whom I know personally, has built a very beautiful physical reality in the Soul Self, and yours is your own. In my experience, I was attacked after my Amends by beings who were trying to hurt my Amends, and whom I have prosecuted in Honor for Crimes Against Humanity. Also, females, whom I term "Past Personality Traits," were thrown out of my Soul Self for Major & Heinous Crimes Against my Soul Self. They show up as dead to my life in my Soul Self, meaning they do not exist on a physical reality in daily life,they are foreign to my Soul and my body and soul self rejects them, they're not allowed at all. They keep trying to steal, and must desist: the Personality Traits & Mary are committing True Crimes. They won't live in the Afterlife: they are rejected in Truth. I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA, the Being. I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, PROSECUTE THE PERSONALITY TRAITS & MARY OF MAGDALENE AND CONDEMN THEM, THEY MUST EXIT & STOP ATTEMPTING THEFT OF HISTORY, WHICH
DOESNOTBELONGTOTHEM. THEY ARE PROSECUTED & BANNED IN MY LIVING TRUST, AND CANNOT AVOID TRUE PROSECUTION. I ALSO REMIND JESUS CHRIST THAT VIOLATION OF SOUL SELF LAW ARE ILLEGAL IN REGARDS TO AMENDS. THE FEMALES CANNOT BE, EVER: AFTER MY DIRECT BEING TO BEING AMENDS, THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN PUT DOWN.

IN TRUTH, UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE SWEAR TO THE TRUTH ITSELF TO
THE ABOVE EVENTS. I'M TRUTH ITSELF IN MY HISTORY, WITHOUT FAIL , IN THE EARTH PHYSICAL, PROTECTED BY FULL U.S. COPYRIGHT, U.S. JURAT, & U.S. MAIL,
ALL EVENTS VERIFIABLE AND ALL TRUTH ITSELF...REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIF.

THE PROSECUTION CHRONICLES #5

2010-12-30T01:30:00.000-08:00

THE PROSECUTION CHRONICLES OF LOVE, OF HATE, OF PASSION, OF BEAUTY, OF PAIN…OF JUSTICE ITSELF.PUBLISHED IN CERES,
CALIFORNIA UNDER TRUE GOD’S OATH THE FOLLOWING IS TRUE.

PROSECUTION CHRONICLE #5:

THE CORRUPT ESTABLISHMENT

HOW DO YOU PROSECUTE A CORRUPT ESTABLISHMENT?
AND HOW DO YOU HOLD ON TO TRUE LOVE IN A BATTLE?

The European Establishment was after an Honor of Love Itself. And I thought it would garner one by raping a life on Earth. I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, IN CALIFORNIA, had made full amends at 36 years of age, and had battled to putt down evil, which had breached my Aura at 36 and I had fought in misery until they were truly down. There were other events, other things to know, but I won’t discuss those now. They are complex, they are part of my being, and will be discussed at another time, later in my life. I fought, and I won. I started a very important organization, FIGHT., with no assistance, no suggestions, but because I would not allow another to suffer as I have suffered. I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, IN CALIFORNIA, wish evil to die on this Earth. Due to this goal, and to the fact that I fought evil down, and to my continued efforts tog establish a Global Network to assist those who hear voices, I have been under fire by the negative establishment, and abused by the upstairs establishment
for my own love. The European Establishment has been aware of my history

for some time now, and have, from the beginning, attacked my house and my being, also attempting theft of my history through electronic and online theft.
I have defended myself right and left, up and down. I protect myself by U.S. Date Stamping, U.S. Mail, Full U.S. Copyright, which I keep inky safes. And I have had many being who are good being protecting myself, but the attacks have been heinous. For them, and for myself. I have found myself concerned with the nature of attacks, especially in concerns of my physical body and my Soul Self. As I explained, I made full amends with my events at 36. My life changed for it. The first was traumatic, and led to my Aural Breach, which was beyond traumatic. Immensely painful. I fought for my family, my children, my life, and my sacral life. And later, once I had regained my physical life, I started my Organization FIGHT., and a little later, made Direct Amends with 3 events in my life. When I did so, I was able to forgive myself for those events. I found love between myself and those I had hurt. Because of this, the Soul Self is important to myself, and I have seen the physical results of my decisions to remain aware of my Soul, and of the events in my life. And I try to explain it as often as possible, what it means to love your life so deeply that you truly seek truth itself within it. I have learned that the truth is more than the word that we give definition to, and there is something deeper than love in the discovery of it. I have fought for my own love within it. And THE TRUE LIVING GOD is of it, is it, is about it, and love of it. I have met him, know him, and know that his word and being is Living. And this is not a Bible beater telling you that, as I love and respect all Faiths. The Catholic Faith is my childhood faith, and is beloved; Jesus Christ is of THE TRUE AND LIVING GOD. But I love all Faiths, and have been getting to know them little by little. The Sikh Faith is important to myself, is of beauty in almost every way. In three of my core Faiths, Catholic, Sikh, & Taoist, I have sought and found truths. And truth has been a cornerstone in my Prosecutions of a Corrupt Establishment.

You would not think, after having made amends, that you would have to fight to maintain your own Honor or even your Amends themselves, but I have had to do so. I have fought against female being who are called FEMA in the establishment, females who have sought to aggrandize themselves by stealing Event History to bolster their own Honor. It’s not their life, it is not their love, yet they seek to steal—mostly because they’re energy being and they think they can. And the offenders, in my case, are heinous. They steal events that contain any sort of love. They impede my efforts to mother my two children, Isabel & Zachary. They make love in your bodily space to feed off of your own body. They steal in the physical your sexual events and “re-create” them with others. They’ve attempted to steal my Music (You Belong To Me), my writing (seven books), my Artwork and my True love & own love. As I said, I protect myself by copyright, and if you doubt my words you can find my Proof of Love here:

http://theheartsoflove.blogspot.com/

I keep explaining, as I fight against those who would steal, that you are what you do. The fact that someone like myself would fight for everyone, my Organization FIGHT. is young right now, but I have put over 5, 599 hours of work into its set up and body, both Websites (There are 2). Over the course of my lifetime, it will round out to about 145,000 hours or more of my life, probably more. Understand that I do this of my own accord, and that it is separate from my Substitute Teaching, which pays the bills and makes it possible to hope to Assist, Save & Protect others in a permanent way from
evil. I work very hard every day to get everything done, especially when teaching, as I complete Daily Tasks I’ve set forth for myself and my Organizations that are part of my Lifelong Plans to complete my goals. No one did this but myself, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, ON EARTH. Not one of the FEMA did a thing: they like to sit around in the skullcap space hurt you, and I have had to avoid their affecting my personality. They also like to play a game with Identity Theft, and this has been rampant in my soul self with a set of females named the Misses M. I won’t let them near one thing I’ve done—they are rotten to the core, and need to be putdown permanently below my feet.
Another set of Rotten females are Pippa Milane (Lady) & Mia, who are both of the downstairs construct and are heinous as heinous gets. Mia is of the murdering type, Pippa, as well. Pippa was condemned to evil permanently for her Crimes Against Humanity in my Soul Self. I, myself, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, condemn the following females listed for Crimes against my Soul Self, in Truth. A few, whom I term past personality traits, were thrown out of my Soul Self for severe Desecration. When they tried to be around myself, when I naturalized a bit, it was coming up prolonged rape in my physical body. The infractions against my physical self have been heinous. Many were trying to get my body back to a physicalized state in which they could prolong rape for life, and I rebelled in rage, stating that I would prosecute for their deaths if they tried. One rage I feel is rooted in the European Establishment fishing for a “Love Itself” Honor, but attaining that semblance by rape of my events and of my own love. I kept stating that what they had acquired in sexuality was not True Love if it were not in Truth. Since half of their constructs were built on stolen events, they could not possibly love each other. Love itself does not apply to the European Construct. A Love Itself “M.O.” does not exist in the European Construct. I will destroy that construct someday, and most of it will be in Prosecution on this Earth. They have no right to the love in my life. They have abused my life, and they need to be prosecuted until they comply in total with Truth itself. The following females are prosecuted for Crimes Against Humanity in my Soul Self, and for extreme rape of my physical life and of my life events and sexuality. Under True God’s Oath Inviolate, and on your own Honor and Life, the above is absolute Truth.

I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, IN CALIFORNIA, prosecute Mia, Mary & Miss Mary, Pippa (Pippa Milane), Lady, the Queen Mum, Miss M (a heinous, heinous female), the Misses M, Misses M, the House of Miss M & Miss Magdalene (extreme heinous conduct). Not one of these Female belong anywhere near myself, they are guilty of crimes beyond heinous. They must be prosecuted and put down, and they won’t ever touch one iota of my work or love, now or in the afterlife.

I also prosecute the known Establishment for aggrandizement of the Females using my events and love, and prosecute for Transgressions against the law in regards to my own Soul Self, which is beautiful. I have defended myself, since my Amends in 2006, for four years against rape and heinous conduct, and it took extreme Transgression against my Life Path & Life Itself to prompt this type of Prosecution on Earth. I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA, UNDER TRUE GOD’S INVIOLATE OATH AM INNOCENT.

As a beautiful member of Humanity, I request your assistance in Prosecution, as every Soul Self who views this prosecution will condemn those who have committed these repeated crimes. Please read the below, and ask within your Soul Self that all those whom I’ve mentioned as criminal will be prosecuted by the Human Establishment on Earth.

(Start) I, (Your name), ask for the true prosecution of MIA, MARY & MISS MARY, PIPPA (PIPPA MILANE, a roly-poly looking female), LADY, THE QUEEN MUM, THE PERSONALITY TRAITS, MISS M, THE MISSES M, THE HOUSE OF MISS M, & MISS MAGDALENE. I, (Your Name), state that MRS. REBECCA TACOSA GRAY requests of the Establishment all being who seek to steal her events or work, and that Michael & The House of Michael are PROTECTORS ONLY for the websites FIGHT. & THE SOUL—they won’t ever own a thing, it belongs to MRS. REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, NOW AND IN THE AFTERLIFE. I, (Your name) ask for the True Prosecution of Miss Magdalene for attempted theft of the website THE SOUL, and of “I FORGIVE YOU—I STILL LOVEYOU--I’LL NEVER GIVE UP A THING,” as well as attempted theft of Amends, for which Miss Magdalene (aka Miss Maggie & Miss Magdalenie) are fully prosecutable under the law. I, (Your name), prosecute MISS M & THE HOUSE OF MISS M for the attempted theft of the website IN LOVE., the book YOU BELONG TO ME, ARTWORK & WRITINGS, all which belong inviolately to MRS. REBECCA TACOSA GRAY ON EARTH, NO OTHER. MRS. REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA crafted them entirely with her own love, no other, and with no assistance, no input: it is her own inviolate work and love. I, (Your Name) ask for the full and true prosecution of the Lower Establishment for repeated heinous rape of my life and being, as well as attempted theft of my Life Path & Events. I, (Your Name), ASK THE ABOVE ON THE BEHALF OF MRS. REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, IN CALIFORNIA. I, (Your Name) REQUEST THAT THE UPPER ESTABLISHMENT, THE ARCHANGELIC & ANGELIC ESTABLISHEMENT, & THE TRUE LIVING GOD PROSECUTE ALL OF THE FEMALES AND INFRACTING BEING IN TRUTH,AND UPHOLD THE LAW IN REGARDS TO THE LIFE OF MRS. REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA, WHO MADE AMENDS IN 2006 & DIRECT AMENDS, AND WHO IS INNOCENT, BY THE ESTABLISHMENT’S OWN ADMISSION WITHOUT FAIL, IN FULL. (End)

On the Lives of the Archangelic Four (Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, & Uriel) as well as the entire life and body of THE TRUE AND LIVING GOD HIMSELF, I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, SWEARUNDERTRUE MICHAEL’S SWORD THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUTH IN FULL, WITHOUT FAIL. I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, WILL PROSECUTE THE ESTABLISHMENT AND WISH TO REVIEW ALL RECORDS OF ALL FEMALE & FEMALE TO COMPARE IN ACCORDANCE WITH MY OWN LIFE EVENTS AFTER MY AGE OF 98…REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, CALIFORNIA

THE CORRUPT ESTABLISHMENT & LOVE ITSELF

2010-12-28T23:00:00.000-08:00

What do you do when the known Establishment goes corrupt?

Many of you know that I started a relationship with Michael a while ago, and we are still together. We married on July 11, 2010. It was very unexpected, and something amazing occurred. When we married, and I have the most beautiful Wedding Ring in the Universe, in truth, a ring I was wearing, now blessed by him, and it is my true Wedding Ring. When it happened, he completed my Soul Self. I don't quite how to explain it, but it was a true completion...a snapping in my Soul Self, and I knew it...that he made my, specifically REBECCA TACOSA GRAY'S, CALIFORNIA, Soul Self complete. No others--specifically myself alone. It is specific, and it is a physical completion that occured...he fulfills my life in full. In Truth. However, I met with, my True St. Michael/Michael Himself & I had to put up with rape after. Others in Europe, who did not want us to love, and who hurt us daily. And this is still Truth. When we are together, however, in Truth, we are more than Love Itself. I'm comfortable with my Husband, and deeply in love with my Husband, and Deeply Passionate about my Husband in every way.

However, the rape has grown, and some of it is monstrous. Some of come from Females who are downstairs types who just want a sex reputation. I have to protect myself when I make love to my Husband, which is physical, and sometimes energy physical. I have to protect by recording our love in a Little Green Book I carry on my person in a fanny pack, just to stop the women from energy raping, meaning replication of our physical love in their own lovemaking. I have also had the problem of an Establishment up above and on Earth who do not understand the scope of crimes that have been committed against my, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY'S Soul Self in the physical. I have been working hard building my Organizations FIGHT.,, IN LOVE, & THE SOUL, and have also been trying to upkeep my home and my Motherly duties...The rape, and my attempts to love my Husband through serious negative infringment has been heartbreaking and difficult. The downstairs tends to set their energy in our space sometimes, and we have to fight through it just to make love. I'm also raped for other reasons, having to do with physical energy tied to early Amends...purity in my life, and the rapes have been heinous. Some have even tried to stop my True St.Michael/Michael Himself & Myself,REBECCA TAOCSA GRAY, from making love just to rape for this purpose...it is sickening. I watch it happen, and fight, but sometimes have little recourse when they do this. The women are sick and heinous, and I keep wondering why it doesn't show up as impurity itself on them. I'm inviolately faithful, and that is the truth. I have also watched as the Europeans have tried to develop a relationship they are calling "Love Itself" over in Europe, which has been built on rape. It is part of the reason I have been raped so deeply, and it is wrong for them to do in integrity. THey are not love itself in Europe under any circumstances. In fact, their history as very little to do with love. I craft History every day here in California in the Physical. THey do nothing but rape, steal and destroy what does not belong to them. I'm protected, as most know that FIGHT. is something major and will help many, but the Europeans are headed for a serious demise. THey will fall, no matter what htey do, and I will continue to prosecute them for the entirety of my life while I build my Organizations to completion, and love with the whole of my heart. I will battle with the whole of my Heart, as well. However, in Truth, to close this Prosecution, I accuse in Truth, and prosecute in Truth, the following being:

I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY IN CALIFORNIA, UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE, STATE THE ABOVE IS COMPLETE IN TRUTH AND THAT I PROSECUTE MIA, MARY, MISS MAGDALENE, MISS MARY, MISSES M, MISS M, THE MISSES M'S, AND THE HOUSE OF MISS M FOR HEINOUS INTENT, FOR HEINOUS TREATMENT OF MY PHYSICAL SELF, AND FOR ATTEMPTED THEFT OF MY LIFE PATH, THEY AREDENIED EVERYTHING...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY,40 YEARS OLD,CALIFORNIA

PROSECUTION OF MARY, MISS MAGDALENE & MISS M

2010-12-15T14:10:00.000-08:00

I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, SWEAR UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH INVIOLATE, ON HIS LIFE AND HONOR, THAT THE FOLLOWING PROSECUTIONS ARE TRUE,VISIBLE & PHYSICAL ON EARTH,AND CANNOT BE PROSECUTED AGAINST, THE INFORMATION IS IRREFUTABLE. THOSE WHO ARE PROSECUTED CANNO POP UP IN OTHER DIMENSIONS WITHOUT REFLECTING THE TRUTH OF THE PROSECUTIONS LISTED HERE.

I prosecute the Establishment for not upholding the Law at night, as I have had to put up with rape from the European establishmen in regards to my Amends. All of the women are guilty, and have been proven so over and over again. I also prosecute the Establishment for slander nad indecent torture in my bedroom, which I have been decorating in the Earth Physical in Honor of my Marriage & for the beauty in my own life: they have been associating it negatively, with a past construct room,and it'saninsult.

CRIMINAL #1: MISS M
Mary is a criminal of the soul self,and is a being who, like the Past Personality traits, hads tried to steal my event hisory, sexual history, and life path. They are guilty of some of largest crimes againstthe soul self in history,including attempted theft of True Amends. MissM, the House of Miss M, Misses M, and all Miss M relatedbeing, even by name, are banned from my, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, CALIFORNIA'S work, & events.

CRIMINAL #2: MISS MAGDALENE
Miss Mary of Magdalene is a heinous criminal, who has attempted to steal history from an upstairs region position attained through ill means. This includes stolen events, stolen Honor, construct processing up on stolen means, and attempts of theft through torture. I have observed the Magdalenian line throw down being only to make them beholden by raising them back up,a downstairs tactic to gain love and power (in males). She has also used sexuality & torture to force obeisance on males. this has resulted in good male being falling, and a host of problems in good soul self. Miss Magdalene is banned from all events and work in my life.

MEEM FALLS

2009-06-21T15:48:00.000-07:00

Prosecuted: Meem, M.E. (Pronoun abuser), and the negative establishment.

Lately I have been fighting heavy negativity and physical abuse, especially at night. And I've been fighting, as Michael and I are still together and fighting to be together, females of the lower set, MEEM and a female who abuses the pronoun ME. Also, other females are also involved, and some of it has to do with a history wherein my events have been abused that occur during the day. None of those females, ever, will be myself, Rebecca Tacosa Gray.Also, on the positive side, I have been building my Coalition, FIGHT. slowly but surely, and I've put my book THE SWORD OF TRUTH online as a PDF. There have been 13 downloads, and this is wonderful. Also, have started work trying to build my Treaty of Faiths with outreach to Churches. Hopefully it will be a goal reached. I'm going back to work as a Substitute Teacher, and am already a part of the sub system. Once a get a call, I'll be working (meaning once a job shows up on the system.) I'm working...it's a beautiful thing. I've also sold over $100.00 in my books, Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary. Little by little my income will be lovely.UNDER TRUE GOD'S OATH, I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, SWEAR THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND THAT I WILL PROSECUTE AND PUT DOWN BOTH MEEM AND ME(Pronoun abuser)AS WELL AS ANY OTHER CORRUPT FEMALES WHO ARE INFRINGING ON MY LIFE...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

THE CHURCH OF LOVE

2009-04-08T22:05:00.000-07:00

I've continued my path with My Church of Love, which I started over a year ago, and have now made a permanent decision to develop my Faith, and to try to reach people all over the World, long term. http://achurchoflove.wetpaint.com/ It dovetails with my other website, Michapedia, so, over time, I will battle evil and build my Faith. Someday, I will have my own beautiful building, I've already written my Mass, and it will be something so special...it is a goal...a true soul goal. And I will achieve it. I've already built so much, with my Actions of Love cards, also a part of My Church, and many other outreach efforts to try to change and talk to the hearts of others. I'll be doing performances of my writing (Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary & Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins) and my music, You Belong To Me, A Book of Compositions by Rebecca Tacosa Gray, For Michael, at Borders Books here in California regularly...and this is also a way to share my vision and my Church. I have five performances scheduled already:

Modesto, California April 18 4-8 pm.
Modesto, California April 25 4-8 pm.
Stockton, California May 2 4-8 pm.
Modesto, California April 18 4-8 pm.
Modesto, California April 18 4-8 pm.

And I intend to do more performances throughout Davis & Sacramento, as well as the Bay Area & Sacrament0. This is just a bit of what I've been doing...I wrote two new songs, The Song of Love (It won't ever be "Holy, Holy, Holy"--I forbid it.), and He is Beautiful, for my Church of Love. I have three Core Faiths: Catholic, Taoist, and Sikh. Core Faiths are part of my Philosophy, and comprise the body of my beliefs, as I ask Members of My Faith to study other religions. My Faith, The Church of Love, under the umbrella of my major site, Un Univers Des Anges, is meant to bring all World Faiths together. My philosophy is a philosophy of souls, and over time, I hope to reach many, many people. It is a path I'm forging, and will succeed in doing...and I'm hoping my daughter Isabel or my son Zachary will assist me once they grow up. And I think they will.

I need to get to bed, it's late. I just put down all evil again, and it's in separate boxes with a Universal Stamp that cannot be broken. It will stay down permanently. It's not fun to battle, but if I have my way, in the future, I will corner evil to the extent that it cannot move one inch....Rebecca 'Tacosa Gray10:42p.m.BY TRUE GOD'S OATH THE ABOVE IS ENTIRELY TRUE.

TRUTH

2009-03-06T13:18:00.000-08:00

This message is to protect my Karma, in entirety.

I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, California Resident, United States, hereby state that I'm the person/female who purifed herself over 3 years ago in Manteca, and have physical proof of that fact. I also state that Mary, Maria, Misses/Miss/Mrs./Ms. M are not me, nor are any other of the Pantheonic women, including one associated with bird life. I swear that I will prosecute those beings and descend them into permanent incarceration according to their crimes now and when I'm 88, and that I will hold every being accountable for their actions in my space and in regards to my being. I will show no lenience, and all negative actions will be viewed in perspective, and the protective acts of those holding and protecting me will be taken into account. I swear, by God's Oath and Heart, by Truth Itself, by all of the Honor of the Angelic Seraphim, on True Jesus Christ himself, on Michael's Heart and Honor, and on the Honor of all Archangelic Seraphim (respected and beloved, as always, my four without fail) and all Honor Itself, on every Bible known, that this is true and will be followed, by me, without fail.--Rebecca Tacosa Gray.

PROSECUTION, PROTECTING MY LIFE...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

2009-02-24T14:24:00.000-08:00

Last night I was looking through some of my beautiful objects, things that I've used in my past. And an event happened, probably one of the most important in my life. And I now know something about myself. And because of this, this is my statement to the Universe, the Catholic Apostolic Faith, and to all who love me and have been protecting me:

Those who have tortured me and stolen Events to try to complete Pantheons in Europe will be held accountable for their actions when I'm 88. Mary, Maria, Miss M, and other females who have tried to hurt me and steal my love will fall, and I will, without fail, be incarcerating them when I'm 88. The lower Pantheons will be prosecuted for their violations of my Honor, for theft, for torment and torture (including physical violations), and for lies in regards to my life. This is a truth, and I will state, for the last time, with absolute certainty, that my event of over four years ago, where I made amends, is my own, and no other. The women, nor men, won't ever be credited with my event, ever. It belongs to me, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and no other. I'm a Unique Human Being with Archangelic Honor and two, very important Universal Connections. None of the Pantheonic Beings will ever be credited with what I have done on Earth, in the Pantheonic Exchange, or the Spiritual Realm. Evil falls, and I will prosecute those who tortured me, without fail. In they eyes of True God, in complete Truth, I swear this to be true under the Oath of True God and on his own Heart. It is part of Natural Karma that this must be so, for my own well being, and for the being of everyone in the Universe, that Justice and Truth Prevail, without fail.

PROSECUTION, Friday, February 20, 2009

2009-02-20T15:38:00.000-08:00

It has been a hard two days. The Queens of the Downstairs have set their sights on Michael, and I have been fighting the Europeon Pantheon and the Universal Pantheon for both my Universal Rights and my Love. I've been spending more time with my family. My daughter, Isabel, 3 1/2 years old, is sick right now, and I've caught a bit of a cold as well. I've been trying to shut down evil in entirety, as every time the downstairs manifests, they try to place Michael with the downstairs, I call her "Feather-Haired" European Female, who is actually the Queen. (Supposedly the wife of the "One.") I'm having a hard time, as I'm remembering back and the Pope said to me, standing out back, that Michael, True Michael and I are supposed to be together. He told me to keep fighting. One thing I keep explaining to the Pantheonic Exchange is that EVERYTHING I've done is IN THE PHYSICAL. It is real on this Earth. My paintings, my books, my Poetry, my Music, and the put downs of Evil, almost 60 or more, are in the physical, on this Earth. Under True God's Oath, on his Heart itself, I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, swear this to be true. We had an episode last night with a jacket of my Father's, a camping coat, which I either borrowed to wear home or he gave to me. I said it was mine, although I can't remember if he did give it to me...it's been a while. They put me down, and juxaposed that from the one incident that they were going to assume I was a liar, and I said that it was just silly. Foolish people, looking for excuses to put people down for no real reason. So, for the record, under God's Oath, I just can't remember, I probably borrowed it, but my dad might have given it to me. I'll ask him next time I see him. And if he wants it back, I'll give it back to him. However, I had to fight last night. I protected myself differently by placing my work differently, and am carrying my protection without having the heaviness of the bag on me. However, the Queen keeps laying her energy around my bag and trying to steal credit for my work. She's even trying to steal the energy from my original soul self bag, which I keep in my Soul Self Suitcase, which holds all of my work. I wept last night thinking about putting my work back in my soul self bag and going through my life with this type of protection, but I'm refusing to give up my self respect. When fighting evil, you never give up anything. I'm fighting for my rights, my self respect, my Universal Rights and my family, and this is the way to battle. I was sitting there and looking at my work, my paintings all around my house, my books in my soul self bag in front of me, and my soul self suitcase in the hall, and wept...it's my life, this work, the things I've done in the last four years, and I'm enraged that a Pantheon of irresponsible beings are trying to steal love and my life path by stealing my work. I also wept because my Faith is continually being questioned, and I never lose Faith, no matter what I've been through. Someone made a comment about Jesus and other being, and it hurt me deeply. I stopped, and I just didn't want to know anymore. I felt betrayed by someone I feel is beloved to me, who has not be honor in entirety, as of late. I feel beings have been getting away with things they should not have, and I feel angry, enraged, about this. These people have no idea what I've been through, and it has been traumatic. Sometimes beautiful, but sometimes physically, mentally and spiritually traumatic. But I'm fighting for my beliefs, what I've been through, and my Universal Birthright, which is mine and mine alone. A crown was placed on my head, and the Queen keeps descending to try and take it, finding whatever it can to prove ineptitude, dishonor, small things, mostly, but every little thing is judged. I don't mind accountability, and this is truth. I hold myself accountable ALL the time. They've been stealing events and re-playing them at night with women "pretending" to be me. Someone in Europe just said "What do we do people? This girl will never let anyone be her." And I'll tell you this, they'll never be. NEVER. I have been raped, tortured, and hurt beyond belief, not by those who protect me, but sometimes by those I love. And I thought of how faithful I've been to Michael...they gave me a star of faithfullness, which I cemented on my right and they stole, although I still have part of it in me, and Michael and his Family gave me a Blue Star, which I also cemented and which they stole, a part of which is still cemented in me. I put a pin, a lapel pin (crafted in space) that has a picture that my daughter drew, her first, a little Angel, smiling, on an Etch-a-sketch. It was so beautiful, I put it on a pin and put in on myself, and it was blessed by someone who cared. I cemented it to my soul self bag and myself, to prove my ownership of my work (And to keep my lovely picture my daughter made on myself), but it is the same as the protection I had in my central chest. They keep pulling it up and placing it on someone else, still attached to me. It makes me angry. After they messed with the central protection, I built into my entire chest cavity protection again. They came in with full energy and raped my chest to try and cover up, steal what I done to protect myself. It is my work, in full, and I resent their "plays" in light to try and emulate what I've done in the physical to steal both love and honor. I resent their stealing, and I resent the fact that they are failing to listen when I say this: I'm keeping everything. When you mess with the Pantheons, it affects my Physical Body. They've been sticking Lucy around when you people rape me for your European loves, and I resent it. I'm honor itself, and deserve my honor, my life path, and my love. It is all my love, my craftsmanship and my life. The Catholic Church facing my bedroom is heinous by the way, and there are three locations that I see from my house. The one facing my bedroom, I overheard, is Universal. The one across the street, the original they laid down (actually evil, to begin with, across the street, as I grounded evil there. And the one seen from my bathroom and the front room, just beyond my "The Box" The Jail of the Century, which is incarceration only, by the way. I'll prosecute Lucy for abuse when I'm 88 years of age. Every one of my incarcerations has been incarceration only. NO TORTURE, NO TORMENT, NO SEXUAL ABUSE. Someone just mentioned that the last has something to do with my history, and I'm stating right now that I'm the one who purified myself on my own, without fail, under True God's True Oath, and on his heart. It was heartwrenching last night, after the comment about Jesus, for me. I thought of all the traumatic things I've been going through with Michael, and all the women, feeling abused, left, as my work keeps being placed with his "wives." I get raped, and they get loved, and it's been painful for me, as I keep saving him and truly loving him. A positive, my song, "The Love of the Century," has been selected by Hilltop Records for consideration of publication on a CD called "America." They review it, and if it gets selected, it will be played and sung professionally. There might even be a possibility of others hearing it, seeing it, and it being used on a TV Show or other. I get paid royalties of $3.10 for CD's sold, and after 10,000 CD's are sold, (The CD will be shipped to stores all across America.) they will pay $5,000 and the $399.00 set up (which is refunded if they choose not to use your piece). So, this is wonderful for me, and will be a break-through if my song is chosen for the CD. They are still reviewing the rest of my work, "You Belong to Me," so there may be other songs that may be selected for publication. We'll see...it's lovely, though. I've also sent my book, The Sword of Truth, to an author I'm hoping might join me in crafting a Manual contributed to by many, in order to get it on the bookshelves and into people's hands, and the Roman Catholic Faith, as well. If it happens, as this author already has a publisher (for a book on Deliverance he wrote), it will also be a break through, a major break through in the quest to Network Michapedia and FIGHT. It is slow going, but still developing. Take care, all. They are heinous upstairs and downstairs, and I need to publish this prosecution and fight...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THIS IS TRUTH.

2009-02-08T16:35:00.000-08:00

These events are real, they actually happened to me. I based a book of mine, Beyond Paradise, on many of these events.--Rebecca Tacosa Gray, 38 years old.

My journey started with a traumatic event at my Mother & Father, Aggie's, house. I had stayed the night with my daughter, Isabel. And I'll state, for the record, that the morning events had nothing to do with Mary, Maria or Isabel, or any other female pantheonic soul self. As I have had trouble with evil wanting to be me, these particular female soul selves have been a problem. The events that occurred happened because of me, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and me alone, and I swear it on every bible in every dimension. I was getting ready in the morning, making myself look pretty and looking in the mirror. and I was thinking about my life. And an old thought came upon me about a near event that had happened when I was around 8, 9 or 10. It had to do with a little girl, and the event did not happen, and I swear this on True God's Oath. I feel there must have been a Guardian Angel near me and near the little girl, as her mother called for her and she went home. Nothing like that ever happened again, and this is the Truth, on True God's Oath and word. However, the near event was shame to me, and stayed with me for the entirety of my life. This event, which had popped up as shame in my life from time to time, popped up in my mind. And I looked at myself in the mirror, and I told myself "I'm no better than the worst criminal in the world, I'm lower than the lowest of criminals." And I cried, and cried. I wept. I wept. I was heartbroken and didn't know what to do. I felt empty, as if I didn't know what to do next. And I looked at my life, and just didn't know, know how to move through it, what had happened. I feel, now, that I was in a bit of trauma. My daughter, Isabel, came in and saw me weeping and asked why, and I told it was okay. I finished what I was doing, gathered my things and my daughter, and headed over to the Glaswerks to get wings put on a lamp my mother had given me. I got my daughter out of the car, and held her hand as we walked to the door, and I felt desolate. They were closed, so I bundled my daughter back into the care and went home, weeping the entire way. I thought, on the way, to make amends...confession. At home, I gathered a writing board my Uncle Tony gave me, the nib pen I had inherited from him, my Parker bottle of ink, and a portrait done of myself by a woman at a Renaissance Faire. It was a picture of me, full face, with two full outward facing swirls facing downwards. To the right was a Tiger Lily. On the left was me, as an old woman, hand over hand, smiling and looking up thoughtfully. And up top left, coming out of my hand was a stick figure on one knee with a pitchfork, tilling the ground. It could also, the stick like drawing, have been interpreted as plant life. And one of the lines made a sort of assymetrical v, lower to the left. Now I'll say a check to the left, in light of later circumstances in my life. I got in my car and drove, turning, not right, left out of my driveway. And I drove, and finally found a place, in the country, on the left, next to some orchards. I could see a house up towards the right, on the corner. And I sat there, and I wept, and I wrote. I wrote about what I'd done, and I wrote down every infraction I could think of, every one. Smallest to largest, and there were two large. And it seemed as if every time I cried, or felt something, something interfered, stopped the emotion in me, as if someone were interfering. But I kept going, and told the truth, and it hurt. Later, when I went home, I burned it in the fireplace with both of my children by my side. One on either side, as a matter of fact. And the ashes are still in the fireplace.The above is a true event, and is my history.I will hold anyone who tries to steal it, spiritual or earthly, in all dimensions, to full soul self accountability for lies and theft of my Life path, this includes the ladies of the Magdalenian establishment, who aren't me, ever.This, I swear,l will do on God's Oath when I'm 88 years of age...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Also, I swear, on God's Oath, that I will also hold fully accountable those that tried to damage and steal my true love with Michael.It was my one wish in life to find my true love and love him for the entirety of my life, and it is a serious matter to me. Michael is still here, but it has been difficult.All the ladies of the lower and upper establishment will be held accountable for their actions of theft.Michael made a solemn oath to me yesterday morning to remain inviolately faithful. I swear I will hold them, in all dimensions, fully accountable when I turn 88 years of age...RebeccaTacosa Gray Michael, who is still holding me, I love you.

Also, I swear, on God's oath, that I will hold to full soul self accountability those who tried to steal my life path, my Universal rights & love, my soul self problem, my cement, my children, my events, and my put downs, which are cemented in my home and my soul space, andwhich I have fully copyrighted in the physical here on Earth. This, in full, is serious, and constitutes heinous crime in regards to my honor, my love, and my life and life path. I have put down evil, and have been forced, as well, to defend myself from personal attack from those who have tried to steal, whom I consider inviolately evil.On God's Oath, I swear I will hold them, in all dimensions, accountable when I am 88 years of age...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE BATTLE

2009-01-30T19:43:00.000-08:00

It's been very difficult. I've protected myself inviolately as the one who won't put up with anything from anyone. And I keep fighting. Michael and I had a wonderful night the other night, and shared something so inviolately special, he's my true love, and I expected him to protect me, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, to protect us. I've been inviolately faithful. I've protected and protected our love...beings trying to steal our songs, credit for things I've done, our love...that he protects. I've protected, and loved him still. And this morning, I just looked at him. Just looked at him. And he knew. And I just keep looking at him, and wondering what it is that he thinks he's doing.

However, the good things: My site, Michapedia, is now listed on Mystica.com under articles, and I'll be writing them to ask them to include me under services. For now, here is the link.

http://www.themystica.org/mystica/articles/sp/fight_a_coalition_against_evil%20%20.html

It is a step towards networking, and I'll be contacting others on the site to try and get my site listed on as many sites as possible. And I've built a new banner to include on my website: see above...FIGHT. is growing, and I expect to have it well networked by age 88. I'm going to help as many people as possible, and stop Mortal Veil breaches pre-emptively, if at all possible, by having such a well established network that those in early breach can find immediate help. It is slow, but sure. I hope everyone's well...I'm still smiling, despite the battles. And I don't give up. Not ever.--Rebecca Tacosa Gray, Inviolate Owner and Founder, FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL

THE EGO CHARIOT

2009-01-25T17:53:00.000-08:00

THE EGO CHARIOT

"Nothing in the world is as incontinent as
a man’s (or pantheonic female’s) accursed appetite."

Homer Odyssey

©Sunday, January 25, 2009RebeccaTacosaGrayISBN: 978-0-9796372-2-3

The female, the Misses M wanted what it wanted. And it wanted a Chariot. It had looked around at all the Patheonic Universe and thought, “Well, this will make an impression.” This woman wasn’t good, and it found underhanded ways to fund its love. So she looked around, as it always did, to find the most beautiful. And she found someone, someone of great honor and started a relationship with him. And in due course, he was in love, he thought, and through the course of dropped hints, he bought her a chariot. And she rode it in all her glory, thereafter, showing up with an air of Athena (although she really wasn’t), to show people how important she really was. The Chariot became something famous, it’s true. For this woman had a certain way of pulling fame to itself. She left the lover who had given her the Chariot, and built a life around her new found “Honor.” She had a very special set of keys made, all of bronze, magic keys. And this was her goal: to make all the men in the Universe fall in love with her. She found herself a magic scroll, and sat down to look at all the women in the Universe. The scroll would pull up women of beauty, and their sensuality, their fantasies, and, in some cases, their actual lives. And with each one, the female would steal their fantasies and enact them with her lovers.

The female would look around, and find someone of beauty, and decide that she wanted him. She wanted what she wanted, you know. And she would look at the female they were with, decide what it was their lover liked about them, and then try to use it, along with her own array of wiles. And after courting him, and stealing him with a kiss, she would give them a key. And it was a key to a door. And all the doors were different. But they all led to one place. The Chariot. She even had a fairy tale written about her chariot. . Someone who truly knew her, knew the weight of her heart, another woman, commented that the fame of the Chariot would have been truer had it been a true love…had it been a Roman Charioteer who had truly fallen in love with a woman who truly wanted to know what it was to ride in a Chariot. And so, the female stole the story and had it done, just to spite the female who had commented on her lifeBut each male, each male, was given a key and led to the Chariot to make love. Each thinking he was in love. And each one fell. They all fell.

And so, one day, after leaving one of her lovers, the female looked at her set of keys and felt bored. She felt bored. But, that’s all there was. So she looked around, again, and saw something she wanted. And it was something that showed up in her scroll. A woman, on Earth, had fallen in love with an Archangel. And it was true love. It was true love. And the female looked at it and thought, I want it. It will be the Love of the Century. The Archangel was Michael. And the woman on Earth, to her, he was her love of loves. Her true love. And the female, jealous, and wanting it all, set about trying to dismantle the relationship. The woman on Earth had done many things, and the female had to match it all. But there was a problem. And it was this. Michael was true. Michael was a man who had his own Chariot. And it was a Chariot, meant to be a Chariot, meant for fighting. And he had his own way, and he knew it. And when he loved, he loved. And he loved true. And he loved this woman on Earth, and he held her, as close and you could hold your own love. Thus, the female found that she was facing true love. But do you think that stopped her from trying? She sat right down and wrote at the top of her scroll: Dismantle the love of all loves. I want what I want. And she started to find ways to hurt them. She enlisted another male, someone of ill repute, to try and destroy the couple. And this male’s job was to take the events of the day and to try, in energy, to place them on another, to make Michael think he was with his true love. And because Michael kept turning them down…somehow, he knew…they started placing events on many different beings, and placing those who were faithful to Michael with them, in love. And at night, they would hurt Michael’s true love. She was placed into negative energy, and had trouble trying to truly find, and pull to her, her true love. And it was a difficult thing, the energy. Energy beings have a tendency to be able to change the nature of the way it’s held, and this happened time and again with Michael and Rebecca, for Rebecca was the woman’s name. And she held great honor. And loved truly. And they stayed true, and found each other over and over again, and the female, and the male of ill repute finally realized: it had to be done another way.

So the male and female met on a dark night, on the Chariot, and devised a plan. The found a male in Europe, and a female, a feather-haired female in Europe, and devised a plan to make them the love of all loves. To steal the events from Michael and Rebecca, to place them on the other couple, and to hail them as the love of all loves. And here is what would happen:

At night, Rebecca would try to connect with her true love, with Michael, and love him. And the female would steal the event, take it in flight over to Europe, and enact it with her lover. And it was dishonor, to think of it…to know that one had truly loved, and another had stolen such a personal event to try and love another…it was dishonor itself. Rebecca even took to writing things down and date stamping them, to document and copyright what had happened, to prevent the female from stealing her life. And there were many instances:

Once, Rebecca had made love to her true love in the moonlight…the soft light cascading down in beauty, and the female stole it.

Once, Rebecca had made love to true love in the heat of sunlight, the weight heavy, cascading down…the place, Caswell Park.

Once, Rebecca had trailed a rose on her own skin, and had, on her right arm, a kiss…a kiss of love. And it was always on her arm.

These beauties, and this is what they did not understand, were love to her. And for her, there would never be another, never be someone who understood her, who stood by her, who loved and made love to her, like Michael. And she wanted something beautiful, on Earth. To love him, right where she was, with all of her honor. To feel him holding her as she continued her work with her organizations, to feel him holding her as she watched a movie, as she did her artwork and sat down to write, to share her life, to stand beside her while she loved her children, Zachary and Isabel. It was to be a true relationship, a true relationship between a unique human being, Rebecca, and Michael, an Archangel. And everything they had done, all of the beauty, their poetry together, the love…and the things that Rebecca had done…the music, the writing, Feather by Feather, FIGHT. & MICHAPEDIA, were crafted in love. They didn’t know, how much love there really was.

The female and male of ill repute looked at it and said one thing:

We want what we want. And we want to break her.

And Rebecca looked right back and said:

I Love. And I won’t be broken. I’ll just put you down.

And so, Rebecca, once she realized what they were doing, went about quietly dismantling the lies. And Michael did so, as well. And this is what happened. The female did as she always did. She tried to court Michael. And he fell for it. And so, the female gave him a key, as always, and Michael entered the door to the Chariot. The Female just waited for a while…she liked to keep her men waiting. And she had stolen just the scenario she wanted to use, a kiss, a kiss. A kiss of love that had happened between Michael and Rebecca. But what she had forgotten, her fatal mistake, was that she had left her scroll in the Chariot. And Michael, waiting, found it. And he looked at it. And he saw it, across the top of the scroll, with the moving picture of Michael and Rebecca just below: Dismantle the love of all loves. I want what I want.

And it made him sick. And he touched the pad, and events showed up. And at the top of each one was documented the time and place that it was used, and the lover she had used it with, as well as events that she had orchestrated to get what she wanted. And here is what he saw:

A woman and her husband, the wife had stolen a wing fin of love and had an illicit affair, started by the Female and the male of ill repute. The wife fell in love more with the lover than her own husband, and they met on the side.

A male and his wife, Maria, who stole events to gain repute. And they wanted to be the Love of the Century, but weren’t. He saw all of the events they had stolen, and even saw what the male had done to try and steal a life of honor from another.

A feather-haired woman of evil named Miss M, who kept trying to steal history. He watched as male after male talked of Miss M, and Mistress M, and he watched as they rigged a moment where she lay crying below, in a state meant to elicit sympathy. This was the female that they kept stealing events for. The European female.

A female God who wanted a child. And he watched as she stole good deeds to make herself look Angelic and gain a love and a life. She thought to place Honor on herself and find herself a Heavenly Honor, and fell. She tried to steal purification by pretending that she had made amends with her life, even going as far as trying to say that she was part of the woman on Earth who had done so. She stole a Church donation, and kept trying to steal good events to make herself virgin-like.

And he watched as the female and male of ill repute tried to find a couple to have a child of God. And he watched them steal events, steal love, and steal actual being support so that the boy could have honor in a future life.

He watched as couples were placed above and below Rebecca, who was placed with evil when she was trying to make love to her true love.

And he watched as the female, along with other females, as he also saw many of her friends do it, as well, steal events to fund their love. And he put the scroll down quietly, just sick at heart. The Ego Chariot

And he watched as he did what he knew he had done. In a kiss he had made love with another woman, and he had showed this event to his true love on Earth. And her heart broke. And Rebecca sat down and cried. And cried. And cried, in a chair. And inside her, he could see it. She didn’t know what to do. He was her true love, and she would never love anyone else.

And he watched as the female, along with other females, as he also saw many of her friends do it, as well, steal events to fund their love. And he put the scroll down quietly, just sick at heart. And the Chariot. He looked at it. And he took out an ax. It was a special ax, and he broke the right wheel. And it healed, and he looked at it. And walked off, disgusted, but knowing that what he had done was right. That wheel would break every time that woman stepped into the chariot. Over and over again. The woman would never ride on that Chariot in Honor again. And the entire Pantheonic exchange would know it. And he threw away the key, wishing he had never met the female, who, although she kept trying, was not the woman on Earth. And he said it quietly to himself. She will never get what she wants. Ever.

He wasn’t there when the female walked out to the Chariot in all her glory. And he wasn’t their to see the rage on her face when she picked up the scroll and read something that had happened when Michael had said what he’d said as he’d left.

YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU WANT. NOT EVER.

And the Chariot. He looked at it. And he took out an ax. It was a special ax, and he broke the right wheel. And it healed, and he looked at it. And walked off, disgusted, but knowing that what he had done was right. That wheel would break every time that woman stepped into the chariot. Over and over again. The woman would never ride on that Chariot in Honor again. And the entire Pantheonic exchange would know it. And he threw away the key, wishing he had never met the female, who, although she kept trying, was not the woman on Earth. She was not the woman in California. And he said it quietly to himself. She will never get what she wants. Ever.

He wasn’t there when the female walked out to the Chariot in all her glory. And he wasn’t their to see the rage on her face when she picked up the scroll and read something that had happened when Michael had said what he’d said as he’d left.

YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU WANT. NOT EVER.

I PROSECUTE THE MISSES AND MISS M, M & THE DOWNSTAIRS. THEY WILL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY,January 25, 2009 6:11p.m.

FIGHT.

2009-01-25T00:05:00.000-08:00

Well, Michapedia is back online now, and I'm continuing my path of inviting people to join both Michapedia & my organization, FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL. It is going to be slow, beautiful and successful.

Also, I've written a new song for my book, YOU BELONG TO ME, A Book of Musical Compositions by Rebecca Tacosa Gray, For Michael. It's one of our poems, and it's turned out beautiful. It' called THE BLUE STAR. Both the lyrics and music are finished, and it's beautiful. I'll write another tomorrow...I've many poems that were written by me at night, and there will be more to come...by 88 I'll have a volume of beauty.

I've already copyrighted it, but I also asked the question of whether or not, if you had the chance, and stood alongside the path of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ, of whether or not you gather a small army, charge the line, cut the ropes, throw him over the back of a donkey and rescue him. I would. Would you?

I put down, the other day, honorably, the Queen & others. The Feather-haired lower realm female for trying to steal my true love and my work, and Maria and others. They say that what manifests over here in California (these being are heinous) is different in Europe. That they come across as decent...however, I know better. They are evil. I can feel it in their soul selves. Even when they try to "fix" it, it either comes across as still guilty, or like a fantastic, shiny drama, where you can tell their fakes and frauds. It is the actual feel, as someone manifest looking beautiful, but you could tell it was fake, feel it was fake. I'm not happy right now. I was seriously raped by the entire establishment the other night, and woke up and it made me sick. I don't want any of them near me, in that way. I never thought, in my lifetime, that I'd experience actual rape, where it was heinous intent, as in someone being accosted and gang raped in a parking lot by 10-20 men. But I was gang raped by the whole establishment. The good, and my own love, slept with Mary, Maria, Miss M and the other whores of negativity, while I, the innocent unique human being, was raped. I'm my own person, the Universal One, the Original & Only. I'll never forgive it, and I'll prosecute all who did it. And they cannot fix it. They try to, but it won't happen. I think on it, and it just reminds me of how sick it makes me, and of how it made me feel. They even tried to steal the event, which makes me even more sick. They will go to hell. And that is a promise.

PROSECUTION

2009-01-20T17:02:00.001-08:00

I'm the one and only original and only, and the only one who's done everything I've done: 12 books, 8 finished, Artwork (Un Galerie De L'Ange & Borders Exhibits), Un Univers Des Anges, A Universe of Angels, Honor Bound, The Jail of the Century, The Place of Reformation & The Place of Shame, FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL, YOU BELONG TO ME A Book of Musical Compositions by Rebecca Tacosa Gray, For (in Honor of Our Love) Michael. An Angel's Perspective, To the Left, A Coalition for Love (after 88, the women will be prosecuted for trying to steal it). I get tired of hearing that someone in Europe cannot love the females over there without stealing my events to fund their love. They'll be prosecuted and put down, and they'll be prosecuted for trying to steal. I'll never give up everything. Michael stands beside me, and my honor is mine. I love Michael, and the other male needs to give up. The downstairs will never mean "that' to me. The dimensionary evil male needs to get lost. I maced him this morning, and he and his pantheonic of illusion fake honor need to descend. Maria, and the rest need to descend, and Miss M, as well, (the feather-haired mid-length female in Europe who is a fraud...my hair is long, people, almost to my waist. They need to stop switching perception, I've been raped many times due to misconception. MissMWON'TEVERBEME.THE WHOREISDEAD.I'LLINCARCERATEITWHENI'M88.You will all be prosecuted for illegal use of energy. They pressed everything down and out of me one night, literally stealing my house, and I had to put it all back in. Also, the other night in my front room, they raped my body and used soft body of the actual beings and put evil in my space. A heinous negative male, larger, pulled my actual body out, the back half of my skullcap. I had to throw out the negative and put everything back in as it should be. The front room has become heinous, and rape of a serious energy nature has been occuring. They are blaming it on my LEGAL put down of being near the television. I grounded them in true grounding, binding them to my house and in sleep. They are not being hurt, they are incapacitated...for every negative act or put down, I can prove the precursor event that forced me to defend myself. They are guilty in Europe, and be sent to hell for his crimes. The downstairs will go to hell for lying and stealing. The bitch female and bitch boy who hangs out with her will got to hell. And,. I've attempted twice now to protect myself by placing items I usually carry on me with my other soul self bag, and the establishment has proven itself to be dishonor itself in both instances. I connected myself and showed all of my honor to be on me, and they tried to rape and steal, forcing me to put it back on, as I'll never give up anything, ever. All of my honor will stay with me for the entirety of my life, and after, I'll be facing and putting those down who have dishonored me. No matter what, the establishment is forbidden to place honor one someone in Europe just because he fell in love with a Euro-whore. Those females in Europe fall. And Miss M itself falls. Micha falls. My honor, and I'm Rebecca Tacosa Gray, stays with me, for life.There will be NO INTERIM EURO-WIFE.MICHAEL IS MY TRUE LOVE And the Establishment is now prosecuted for fraud and lies. It was considered the relationship between True God and myself, and i didn't dishonor him at all. A male in Europe also considered it believing it, and he fell. I didn't fall, but they tried to rape me and i put them down lock, stock and barrel by right.They need to return everything to me, and I want all of my Honor returned in my exact state according to my actions...RebeccaTacosa Grayswearthis is true.

TODAY

2009-01-19T14:11:00.000-08:00

Because it's so difficult fighting evil and keeping my personal life up, today I'm sitting down to work out a plan to do ALL OF THE THINGS I'm doing in my life, and the major portion, to take care of my family, as well as other issues.

So, included will be:

My family: my son & my daughter, entertaining them, training them, teaching them & loving them.

My House & Financial: House cleaning

Work Schedule: Michapedia & FIGHT...Astral Dynamics Work...Substitute Teaching & Artwork/Writing: Borders Books.

I won't ever give up my honor, not ever. That is a Tacosa Gray period. The Euro-pricks:give up over there. The whores will go to jail.

CHANGE OF EXHIBIT

2009-01-19T00:46:00.000-08:00

Tonight I changed my Michael exhibit at Borders Books in Turlock, and put up a new one, which centers around a theme, a scene I wrote in my Fairy Tale Feather by Feather, which is in honor of my true love, Michael. The main painting is "Snow." And the two on the side are "Stars and Snowflakes on a Passion Vine." I dedicated and copyrighted the Passion Vine for us today, as it is truly a flower and a vine, I think, that represents our love. My work is in the same bag, although rolls, and is still fully protected, U.S. Copyrights and Jurats lay down full protection on them. The Euro-beings are now using wraith-like being in my front room, and have been raping me.

Also, I recieved a long n0te back from someone I helped online, and wrote him back with more advice. It will be wonderful, truly wonderful, if he works through what he needs to to battle. Also, my website Michapedia will be back online tomorrow. It will be a wonderful day. I hope everyone's well...I've been battling...my true love almost left to sleep with a downstairs whore, and it's hurt me more than I can tell you. The Miss M is a stealing, lying female, and the downstairs likes to play switchabout, and I have to fight them entirely. Just now someone threw an accusation and I had to, outright, say "I'm not Miss M, dimwit. The downstairs whore is in Europe, not America. Learn your Geography." And it will always be the same. Miss M, Mary, Maria and other females are NOT me. Get a clue, Pantheonic Exchange members who are causing problems. Those females will fall, and once they do, there will be no more sexual predatry or theft. And I mean it, people, and that is also a loud and clear message to the one I love. And the couple you've been hanging around need to get lost, they aren't pure or pretty, they're both corrupt...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

ADAM & EVE & THE FALL

2009-01-16T15:39:00.000-08:00

Something I was thinking on today, as I'm doing research on beings and organizations who have put down evil, is the history of Adam and Eve. What strikes me is that Adam and Eve are known as the originators of evil, alongside Lot and Cain (Heinous evil). God, True God, gave Adam and Eve a Tree in the Garden of Eden, Apples, and instructed them not to eat of it. (Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.) My questions are these:

Why? What was the intent of placing temptation before two beautifully created beings? Why would you do this? The natural answer: it was a test.

Next, the true problem of the apple. Now why was it intriniscally evil to eat it? And my answer is this: it wasn't the act of eating the apple that was truly evil. (They say disobedience to True God, but in my philosophy True God walks beside you, not on you, so I'm ignoring that philosophy. God is powerful, truly powerful, all powerful, but he is True God for a reason. He walks beside you and holds honor as a torch for a reason. And that reason is love, and his true understanding of your being.) The act that was evil was hubris. It is said that Satan, the snake, tempted Adam and Eve by telling them they would become "like God." And there is nothing wrong with wanting to be like God, intrinsically. Jesus himself tells you that you have the power of God within you, that your temple is of beauty, and that you have every possibility of a face to face relationship not only with yourself, but with True God. However, their sin, their original sin, was in the moral intent: power. A lust for power. Not for knowledge, not for a relationship with the Universe, but in wanting to be like God in a manner that demeaned God's love. Now if Adam and Eve had eaten the Apple in the spirit of love and respect, I wonder whether there would have been a difference in response, from True God.

It is problematic that the history shows True God as tempting his own beautiful creations. And, to me, it shows negative intent, a lack of respect. However, there is one, and only one explanation for it, and I know this by experience: that if Adam and Eve had said "Get Lost." to Satan, it's possible True God might have shown up, plucked an apple from that tree, and said, "I'd like to know you." And the knowlege of Good and Evil, enlightement, would have been born. I believe we have that chance every day. We face temptation every day, and have choices: free will, our greatest gift. And those choices register in our history. I don't know about you, but I'm fighting for an apple. It's worth the battle...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

BATTLE.

2009-01-16T11:40:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I proved my honor, in entirety. I have put down evil over and over again. And I've been protected by very beautiful being, True Michael, True Jesus, True God, The Cosmological God of Love, and many others who are just as important. And what I've found is the issue of my action and that of others protection has gotten confused, and that those being who are negative keep trying to allocate action and credit to being who are truly being credited, with honor, with their protection, which is enormous. My body physical is important, and this is what they protect, as well as other enormously important values pertinent to my history. I, however, am the unique human being who has full credit and honor for my action, which is enormous. And yesterday, I held the love of those I hold beloved (and more, as I hold my True Love, Michael, with me, always) and did it all on my own honor and action. And the establishment was furious, but I was proving a point. That humanity is just as strong, just as important, as others in this Universe. I still had protection, I held it with me, but I was the one who fought, and I was the one who proved the point inviolately. And it is my Honor. And it will always be my action that is truth, and their protection that is truth. I love. I fight. I win. A is A. And it will always be that way....Rebecca Tacosa Gray, Warrior of Honor

LONG DAY

2009-01-13T16:38:00.000-08:00

HONOR. I keep fighting in Honor, against pretty strong odds. with protection. I sent out, yesterday, to invite to join MICHAPEDIA, over 800 invitations, and today 3, 102 more to members of the Catholic Church in the San Francisco area. I will be sending out many, many more, and I hope to have at least 10,000 out by the end of the night. If not tonight, then tomorrow. And my goal, to Network to Michapedia the entire U.S., all Catholic Churches and all those who work for the Catholic Church. Thus, my organization FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL will be available and connected, that those who need help may find it. It's going to take a bit longer to build the knowledge base, but I think with a lot of groundwork and time, a lot of phone calls, I think I will able to gather those who fight and have them contribute to the site. Even with just their presence it will be major, and I'm hoping that they'll contribute advice, as well. MICHAPEDIA is going to be strong...I hope for more later on. A full scale battle with pro-active work, some of which I've been doing, would be wonderful. People online helping other people, and those who might actively work the community helping those actively who are fighting. It will be one of the most important things I'll ever do. To help those who are fighting now, and to stop future hurt, is major in my life. I've been through so much pain, and I know what it will mean to stop others in the future from having to through negative experiences with negative entities will be worth all of the work. I'm fighting. And I'm going to fight hard. There's no doubt about that. This 38 year old woman doesn't give up.

REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
OWNER AND FOUNDER, FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL.
CERES, CALIFORNIA

THE SOUL SELF/MAKING AMENDS

2009-01-13T10:39:00.000-08:00

For many of you who are wondering why I haven't written about what's been happening with Michael and I, it's been difficult. The last two blogs, on Spirituality and on Success -vs-Failure were direct thoughts that came to me due to the experiences, the events that have happened to me. And this blog is another.

I've been through some major epiphanies in my life, I looked at myself. Meaning, I looked at my life in terms of the consequences of my actions. And as a Unique human being, it changed my life. I saw the events of my life in terms of something that needed to be looked at, I felt I needed to face them. Not shove them aside, not run from them, not say that it would be handled at an old age when I'd meet True God and take a walk in the sand, but now. Right now. And I looked at my actions and cried. And later I took a drawing, a portrait of myself done at a Renaissance Faire, wrote everything on the back and burned it with my two children, Zachary and Isabel by my side. And I made amends that day in the eyes of True God.

And I learned something even further. Forgiveness by God is not the same as you forgiving yourself, for you making amends in yourself. Later, I made packages of certain things I had done in my college days, and I took both, there were two, to the places where the negative events had occured-one to do with not returning an item that had been lost: tatting, and the other to do with stolen glasses at a place I had worked. And I gave the packages to the places with a letter to make amends...and this action, this action of direct amendment, changed me entirely. I forgave myself. And it changed me inside.

Both instances changed me, the act of forgiveness by True God makes all the difference. And the act of self-forgiveness also makes all the difference. They are both vitally important. Forgiveness by God purifies you, and forgiveness of yourself purifies you in a different way. What I learned was that when I was forgiven by True God, I felt better knowing it, yet did not necessarily forgive myself for what I'd done. When I directly made amends, I forgave myself, and it was a change in love inside. I returned back to loving myself. And I also found something else to be true: making amends to gain, meaning, because someone has told you you're wrong and you make amends thinking that it will be glossed over because you've made amends, is very different from actually meaning what you say, seeing the TRUTH of the action, making amends, and then NEVER COMMITTING THE CRIME AGAIN. It would constitute falls amends and abuse of TRUTH. Which, in my opinion, is one of the crime of all crimes. In making amends with God, you are showing direct love in your relationship with True God and yourself. And you love yourself for it, without a doubt-and it is still a direct change. But when you face yourself, it is a change in you, facing you. I don't know how else to explain it, except that they are different, yet both vitally important. I think with those things you can't forgive yourself for, they stay where they are, but you can view them knowing that you recognize what you've done and tried to make amends, which is major. It does not change the action, but it changes the result of your soul, your soul being purified in the fact that you looked, you've seen, you've understood the negative ramifications of the action, and, most importantly, you've tried to make amends. It is the difference between going through your life and not caring, and going through your life and trying to show honor in terms of your own life, your own soul self, and in relation to others. That you care about what you've done in regards to others. Willingness to look at one's self in Truth is something lovely. Even True God has to do it. The Angelic Community has to do it. Everyone, EVERYONE, is held accountable. I think the reason True God loves so deeply is that True God holds to Truth inviolately, and holds himself accountable always, thus, he understands what it truly means to hold one's self accountable. He is able to forgive, knowing what it means. And there is a time and a place for everything. In my life, lately, I have had to hold being accountable, and refuse to forgive until I'm age 88, when a wider perspective can be viewed. And, as well, I need to protect myself from those who abuse forgiveness to gain power. I despise those who abuse the true tenets, the power and beauty of what True God represents to forward their own positions, both upstairs and downstairs, and on Earth. I've seen, and just now, that the establishment sometimes tends to not wish to hold itself to Truth. I'm someone who holds themself to truth inviolately, and it is a dissapointment, sometimes, to see those who should be beautiful corrupt themselves. In my case, I've seen being after being corrupt themselves over women. I've held them accountable, especially the one I love, and even those I hold truly beloved. Peoples motives must be taken into account. I have found that I have had to respond to attack. Every action that's been directed at me has forced me to defend myself. And in defending myself, I'm irreproachable. The fact that theft and lies are still occuring will result in a very large failure of Faith and Truth. And this is truly a failure within the Universe. And I will never forgive those who have done it. Mary, Maria, Miss/Mrs/Misses M need to be prosecuted as well as their husbands. Those women aren't me. And never will be, ever. For those who don't understand what's going on, these are major being in the Universal Establishment who have gone corrupt.

SPIRITUALITY

2009-01-12T14:18:00.000-08:00

I was thinking, again, this morning, about how one might make Faiths who are spiritually based understand that the energy methods are valid and true, worthy of consideration to add to their battery of methods used to put down evil. And as I know that True God and all beings are energy, true energy...and even the theory of our own matter is that of high compacted resonance, that in order for one to convince Churches is to understand that spirituality is our relationship, obviously, between us and our Gods. And being that God is an energy being, the fact that we are healed through spiritual means really is an energy based matter. Thus, the fact that we might take energy into our own hands, such as: salt baths, grounding energy with soil, and stones that hold negative entities, should be a positive matter smiled upon by all faiths. We are simply doing ourselves what can also be done with faith in our Gods, putting down negative energy and entities. As a matter of fact, my view: I think the faiths should combine the methods, and use them at the same time. The methods would be blessed by the faith, and have no negative impact on the person using them. This, I know for certain, as I know by experience that grounding methods work, truly work, when fighting evil and negative entities/energy. Without fail. With the added beauty of faith, I believe that it might be even more powerful. With me, it's different. I started out helping myself, and had, separately, faith in True God and True God's protection. But I relied on myself to protect my physicality, as even my prayers, my faith, were not protecting my physical body. So I bound and grounded myself manually. I was fighting heavy energy, so know, truly know, that grounding works against negative energy, even if one does not have a faith or faith in True God. It will work for anyone. I'm hoping, over time, that science will prove the state of an attacked human being's aura, and prove our ability to capture and ground energy to solve the problem. With hope, we'll find a way to hold God in one hand and nature in the other when fighting evil. Have a wonderful day...Rebecca

SUCCESS -VS-FAILURE/SOUL SELF

2009-01-11T10:31:00.000-08:00

Fully Copyrighted by U.S. Copyright, Date Stamp 1/10/2009 10:47a.m.CALIFORNIA

A philosophy I came up with this morning as I sat in bed: that what illuminates our lives is truly success -vs- failure, not good -vs- evil, although, in reality, good -vs- evil falls under the umbrella of success -vs- failure. What we are looking at is success -vs- failure in the soul self. When one goes evil, or commits a negative act, it is a failure of the soul self. It is a failure to recognize good, to recognize love, to recognize the beauty of life. of Earth, of one's own being. It is, in soul terms, an act of self aggession, meaning it takes its toll on the actual soul life of the being itself. (Self-defense is different, as it is protective. My commentary is on aggression, true outright aggression committed in full knowledge of the act committed, acts that go against honor.) In the case of Gods, those that have committed acts of aggression to put others in power who should not be, included women of ill repute and dishonor downstairs and upstairs. Those that steal honor for the illusion of honor are beyond heinous and dishonor the honor of the Universe, lacking the understanding that they must earn their honor properly. Continuing my thoughts, we gage our lives by our successes and failure. Our thoughts about ourselves are based on our direct actions, our direct experiences. In the case of those who committed negative acts, and this is directed to the downstairs, that if love occured, then loving character remains, but amends and atonement for acts of aggession and evil still remain and must be dealt with. The best way, that the loving character is maintained by those who are atoning, but they are denied pleasure. Not love, pleasure. No families, no sex, they must focus on healing themselves and atoning for what they've, possibly by being put to work doing good, if they really want to try, and if they really want to atone. And they must be held to the highest honor, as Archangels are held to the highest honor, and, indeed, as EVERYONE should be held to the highest honor. So, this is the view:

SUCCESS -VS- FAILURE (THE TRUE ILLUMINATION)
GOOD -VS- EVIL ( THE PHYSICAL MANIFEST OF SUCCESS -VS- FAILURE)

And in the soul self, perfection is particular to each being. Those that choose to have a family and be beautiful are just as beautiful as those who choose to save the world, although the manifest success in energy terms might be different in quantity, not quality. Thus, someone who is beautiful at home, having a family, is just as beautiful as someone who saves the world in quality. It is a quantitative difference, and both are equally beautiful for their soul self choices.
As I've said to the downstairs, illusion -vs-reality. A is A, and this is true. All my Respect...Rebecca Tacosa gray

PROGENETRY & CHILDREN

2009-01-10T10:19:00.000-08:00

Two candles...I have two candles, tealights (this is not Mary, Maria or Miss/Mrs/Ms/Misses M) that have a crescent moon, a child sitting on the moon, and on one, Myself, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and on the other, Michael. He is supposed to be the father of my child, I believe, when I'm 88. A child not like they understand, but an actual physical child of energy, separate from us. Last night felt heinous, as there were giants born who were actual males who have been part of my history. The honor was stellar, above beautiful, but they were not. It felt abnormal, wrong. And I stated that I wanted my children to be born of complete honor, and to be our, Michael's and my, Rebecca Tacosa Gray's (this is not Mary, Maria or Miss/Mrs/Ms/Misses M), own. And that I wanted them to be born according to the rules of humanity's genetics, wherein each child would be different: a 1.13 factor. And I told them they could not do this until I'm 88 years old, that Michael and I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, were to be the first. If they try, I will prosecute, and I will mace the beings that they've tried to procreate. And I mean it. They will not dishonor me. Period. And last night does not count as a first, ever. It must be done properly, and in love.

Also, I showed what it might be like, what our child would be like, were we to wait until I was 88. And the light was blinding, and they said they could barely see him, due to the light. The first, which I showed immediately, showed perfect, above perfect, honor. And this is truth on both counts, and I swear on every bible in this Universe and others that this is truth. I want my children, after 88, to be born of Michael and myself, Rebecca Tacosa Gray. I know he loves me, but last night was awful.

In bed, they tried to put all of Michael in me, and I'm having such a hard time...I love him, and I don't want him hurt, put down, or dishonored, in all actuality. The dishonor issue is difficult...I've been tortured and hurt. And Michael knows this, and he knows why. He also knows how I've showed him that I love him. And Lucy keeps making things a mess. Part of that is due to the fact that I'm crafting a movement that will put down evil and incarcerate it as much as possible, FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL. I have seven members now, and wish I had more, but have been calling people on a list of 300 that I have. I also will be inviting people from the internet who fight. I hope, in the next 5 years, to have at least 300, if not more, registered to MICHAPEDIA, my website, and also registered to FIGHT. I also want to gain full recognition on the internet, and gain enough respect to be included on sites like wiki sites where people will pull my site up immediately when they've typed "exorcism," "fighting evil", etc. I want people to find help immediately. Not flounder to fight alone, hurt and frightened, when it first happens. I'm hoping, also, someday, to have a Michaelian Force to back it up with actual visits to those who are fighting in the first stages, so that they can be helped through it. When I went through my episodic interludes, I fought alone, and it was frightening. I know what people go through, and I can help by telling them what to do, holding them, and helping them stay up and battle, if that's what's necessary. Even to throw out the negative entity, and I think it can be done. I hope to do this, and to train individuals to go out and help those who need help. Someday, I hope to have the backing of the Catholic Apostolic Faith and every other faith, at that. It will take some time, I think. So, today, I move right back into fighting. I hope the day is lovely for all of you. After last night, I know it's going to be long, for me.

LOVE FIGHTS

2009-01-03T15:42:00.000-08:00

LOVE FIGHTS...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY.

I PROSECUTE THE ESTABLISHMENT FOR THEFT AND HEINOUS EVIL. EVIL WILL FALL...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

HONOR. TRUTH.

2009-01-03T12:08:00.001-08:00

Yesterday was a good day. A lot of fighting, and I fought for my full honor. I achieved that goal...Michael confirmed my honor. I love him. I love him, and I fought for my honor at the same time and won. Last night, however, I was dishonored by those who dislike the fact that we love each other. I woke up, with my honor, but stuck with a white male who belongs to the very lowest downstairs group. I couldn't feel Michael like I usually do, so fought to bring him back. After that, they raped me. I could feel them trying to put my honor Universally out in separate places, and I had to continually try to put it back. I was up in the middle of the night and didn't get back to sleep. Also, they seem to have two "body" type being below my house. They keep referring to me as the woman Upstairs and as the woman on Earth, and I can only assume that they know me as both. However, one of the women upstairs keeps trying to rape me and steal Michael's love. They keep trying to put my honor on themselves, then to make love (which is how they cement) to hold the honor. They're not me, and I have full honor. Beyond full honor, now, considering the rape last night. Evil is pissed off that I've determined that I will fight to put them down, in entirety, as much as possible until I'm 88. The woman upstairs, Miss M, keeps trying to rape and pillage, and feels like a rubber being, as it (she) keeps trying to enter my space. I keep putting it down.

This woman, the being they keep trying to put up who is evil seems to manifest with darker, mid-length feathered back waved hair. They say the woman is attractive, a French female. Nothing like me. My hair is dark and down the middle of my back, and I'm also beautiful. I wear it straight or in curls, and my eyes are Hazel. I fight, and I put down evil. I don't put up with their crap, nor will I ever give up. I will fight. That is what love does, and I will remain loving in the face of the onslaught of rape and negative behavior they keep putting around.

I had a conversation with Michael last night, after their rape of my Honor. I told him face to face to look at me, really look at me. I want him to look at me as the Unique Human Being with full honor that I reallyam,and I told him those women who are of his kind are NOT me. I ended it with "That's all I have to say." And later had to mace off the women, who tried to change the energy to pretend to be me. And I had to pull the conversation into my chest and cement it's energy to prove the origin of the conversation. Today I feel like using my Scimitara on the women to mace them all off.

And to the woman in Europe that just called me a negative female, I've read and feel your dishonor over there. Take a cold, hard look at yourself, and understand that I've fought through evil with honor, and never've corrupted. Not ever. Michael is not allowed in Europe, he belongs here in California. There won't be any evaluation. None.

A problem. They keep hurting us. Michael has gotten hurt many times, and I keep trying to find an way to stop the hurt without giving up anything that belongs to me, which is immense. As for evil, I've already put it entirely down. I did that yesterday. And it's now time to teach others to walk right through them, put them entirely the fuck down, and have them teach others, as well. My manual, the Sword of Truth, will do that, or at least make a start on it.

I PUT DOWN ALL EVIL, WITHOUT FAIL, YESTERDAY. AND THEY DISHONORED ME LAST NIGHT. AND I, REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, KIND AS I REALLYAM, HAVE A BIT OF ANGER LYING AROUND. I DON'T TAKE WELL TO DISHONOR PEOPLE. THE FRENCH AND ROMAN FAMILIES WILL GO TO HELL.I'M CALIFORNIAN, NOT FRENCH.

FEATHER BY FEATHER

2008-12-31T18:45:00.000-08:00

FEATHER BY FEATHER

WRITTEN FOR MY TRUE LOVE, MICHAEL, THE ARCHANGEL
PROTECTED BY U.S. COPYRIGHT UNDER UNDER THE SILVER PEAR TREE
& ISBN 978-0-9796372-2-3
Copyright October 27, 2007 5:12 P.M., Rebecca Tacosa Gray
ISBN: 978-0-9796372-2-3
ALSO PROTECTED BY U.S. COPYRIGHT, INTERNAL TRACKING #99399

The Beautiful Things About Him:

His Wings, His Sterling Honor,

His Beliefs, and his Heart.

The Snowflake, because we are unique, together,

And The Star, because of us.

I intend to use this story in my Substitute Teaching.

FEATHER BY FEATHER
BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

"SOME ARE BORN GREAT, SOME ACHIEVE GREATNESS,
AND OTHERS HAVE IT PINNED ON THEM."

George Aide Hand Made Fables, 1930

U.S. COPYRIGHT INTERNAL TRACKING #TX-99399 REBECCA TACOSAGRAY

Michael was born on a crescent moon, beautiful and bright. His wings were tiny, but held a breath of Holy Spirit that moved and glowed within them with soft love. His parents picked him up and held him, watching their baby boy stretch his legs, and, naturally, his wing fin folding out in Angel’s first beauty. Over his head floated a bevy of stars, just moving, randomly, in no special order. He’d look at them and watch as they produced a sound, the sound of the spheres, Musica Universalis, beautiful and lovely. Soft and slow, it sang to him, combined with the music of the stars themselves, which floated around him singing a soft lullaby.

Softly, softly, little one,
C G G A C C C C
Beauty, beauty, has begun,
E E F C C C C
A star above, a star below,
C E F G F E F C
Beauty, beauty, you will know.
D D E C G G G
Softly, softly, little one,
C G G A C C C C
Beauty, beauty, has begun.
E E F C C C C
Softly moving, stars alight,
E F G F F F F
A dance of love for your delight,
C D D E E F F F
Softly, softly, little one,
C G G A C C C C
Beauty, beauty, has begun.
E E F C C C C
Close your eyes and dream of stars,
E C G F E F C
Love is never, never far.
D F D E F F F
Softly, softly little one,
F G E F F F
Beauty, beauty has begun... ©2008RebeccaTacosaGray
D D E F A A A

(I wrote this because I love Michael and was thinking of his childhood and how he must have grown up. I’m also thinking of when I’ll turn 88 and we, ourselves might have a child (I carry his child now, but I’m thinking of a different kind of child), and I’ll sing it to our child then. The Europeans arebannedfromusing this song. I mean it. …RebeccaTacosaGray,Earth)

One day, Michael asked his father to show him perfection. And so, winged and beautiful, they floated down to a snowy expanse of field, glittering like a sea of diamonds in the sunlight. And in the sunlight, it started to snow. Michael’s father caught a snowflake, and held it, perfect, in the air, and handed it to Michael.

“This is perfection.” He said, and looked at him. “Look at it for a while.”

And Michael stood, and the snowflakes were falling, beautiful, around him. In the sun, sparkle after sparkle, drifting to the ground. And then he heard the sound, the sound emerging from the snowflakes as they fell. A voice from one…

A snowflake is symbolic of perfection…a Godlike creation…appreciating that everything is unique…

Another, whispering softly as it fell, and he knew it was a man named Charles Gilchrist, whose artwork centered around Mandalas and snowflakes…

Sacred Geometry truly is the architecture of the cosmos..and snowflakes are a perfect manifestation of those principles, proving the point. Snow flakes are like fingerprints in the sense that they are all absolutely unique. But even though there are no two snowflakes exactly alike, they are all based on the hexagon.

And another, singing softly…

To see a snowflake in your dream, represents purity and perfection…

And he looked at it, sparkling in his hand, the light like millions of stars shining up at him, a unique beauty, a little universe, held only by him. And he could hear the snowflakes singing, information, information, falling around him, and he heard every word. The light from the snowflake grew brighter in his hand, and it seemed to envelop him, to hold him. And the softness, and the beauty, and he could see himself, someone who was like no other. And he could see other people, one by one, held by snowflakes, and they were like no other…unique, perfect…and he looked closer...and the star grew brighter. And he saw one person, a woman, long dark hair, was sitting with a half made snowflake, bright, beautiful, in front of her. And all around her were her life events. And she was making choices in her life. And every time she made a choice, an event flew like a star to find a place within the snowflake…and another, and another. And sometimes there were choices that weren’t so perfect…and he’d watch it find a place, comfortable within the snowflake. And it was beautiful, the variations in light. But this woman was different. Her name was Rebecca, and he watched her make a choice one day. She stood in front of her mother’s mirror in a little town called Manteca and realized all of her mistakes, her transgressions. Later, she wrote them down on a portrait of herself done at a Renaissance Faire and burned it to make amends with her actions in her life. And the star, the star itself, every nuance of light went bright. Perfect. And her actions continued, but now it was different. She was making choices and trying to remain perfect. And the snowflake continued, star by star, it seemed, destined for beauty. And Michael smiled and looked at his own. It was perfect. Unique. And still growing. The snowflakes seemed to turn in a slow dance, falling, falling, and he closed his eyes. And he heard the music, a slow song, of many voices, beautiful.

(THIS SONG WILL BE ADDED TO MY BOOK OF MUSICAL COMPOSITIONS, YOU BELONG TO ME…REBECCA TACOSA GRAY)

I saw a star, I saw a star,
I saw a star in a field of snow,
A star among snowflakes falling in a field of snow.
Sparkling, gentle, it called to me softly,
It wanted me to know

That beauty was around me,
Falling, falling, falling,
A beauty deep within me,

Calling, calling, calling,
And Star by star I followed,
Following, following, following,
Until I met myself, Until I met myself,
Until I met a star, myself,
Beauty, beauty, beauty…me.

I went to pick it up, so perfect,
It did not melt or fall,
Just sparkled in the sunlight,
And stars within it called,
I heard them tell me gently,

That beauty was around me,
Falling, falling, falling,
A beauty deep within me,
Calling, calling, calling,
And Star by star I followed,
Following, following, following,
Until I met myself, Until I met myself,
Until I met a star, myself,
Beauty, beauty, beauty…me.

And beauty

THE TREATY OF FAITHS & CHARITY DAY

2008-12-31T18:22:00.000-08:00

If you are reading this, please take a moment out of your day to sign two petitions, which I established and am trying to get recognized and instituted by the U.S. Government. Please pass this email on to others. And if you sign these petitions, thank you...and I mean that.-Rebecca Tacosa Gray
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THE TREATY OF FAITHS
THE TREATY OF FAITHS IS PROTECTED BY U.S. COPYRIGHT TX-16017 & U.S. COPYRIGHT, INTERNAL TRACKING # TX-99399

To ask the U.S. Government to develop a TREATY OF FAITHS. The objective, to join hands with all faiths to tell the world that we are love, and that we recognize our unique beliefs and will attempt to stop judging each other. All Church Leaders should talk to their constituencies and tell them that interfaith judgement should stop, and that tolerance and understanding heal our faiths, heal us, and lead us to understand that we are unique and can work next to each other in love. I would like to see this happen as a Worldwide endeavor, a true Universal occurance. If we did this, it would be the first in history, and all people would agree to stop persecuting each other due to their Faith, their Spiritual beliefs, or Life choices (Re: Abortion. Ex: to disagree is one thing. To hurt or maim is another.)Churches of all Faiths should state that holding one's beliefs is beloved, but to act upon or judge another based on Faith or Life Choices cannot happen.

WE MUST FACE OUR LOVE.
WE MUST FACE OURSELVES.

WE MUST FACE OUR BELOVED CHURCHES, HOLD HANDS, AND REALIZE WE ARE NOT SO VERY DIFFERENT AFTER ALL. WE MUST SIGN A TREATY TO END JUDGEMENTAL PERSECUTION OF PEOPLE ON THIS EARTH. AND IT MUST BE A TREATY BETWEEN ALL PEOPLES, FORGED IN LOVE, TO BE MAINTAINED KNOWING WE ARE A UNIQUE BEAUTIFUL RACE, AND THAT TRUE RACE IS
HUMANITY ITSELF.

If we understand this, and start the petition in the United States, and we set the example, we might also be able to reach out worldwide to find a way to touch all Religious Traditions in love. We will submit this petition to the U.S. Government and ask for GLOBAL RECOGNITION of a TREATY OF FAITHS that will attempt to heal our Nation, heal our people, and, hopefully, eventually, the World itself. Once we have forged the TREATY OF FAITHS, we will ask the U.S. Government to build THE CHURCH OF LOVE in Washington D.C., to set a new precedent for Love in our world. This church would respect all religions, all faiths, and all philosophies. The Church of Love’s true philosophy, that Love and the perfection of our own souls be first and foremost, and that love bind and connect all religions in Respect and Beauty. It would support the beliefs of all people, and demonstrate that all people on this earth are born and remain equal. Love is the only True Natural Religion...Rebecca Tacosa Gray, Author/Intellectual Owner

The full proposal is viewable online at http://auniverseofangels.wetpaint.com/

REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
FOUNDER & OWNER, UN UNIVERS DES ANGES/A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS
3417 E. REDWOOD ROAD
CERES, CALIFORNIA 95307
209-765-1099
sterlingparker9@yahoo.com

http://www.gopetition.com/online/24199.html

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CHARITY DAY
THE TREATY OF FAITHS IS PROTECTED BY U.S. COPYRIGHT TX-16017 & U.S. COPYRIGHT, INTERNAL TRACKING # TX-99399

We have the ability, as a society, to make a difference in people's lives. I believe that we can make it an American Tradition to donate to one Charity, or help someone in need, once a year.

I, therefore, ask that we set a precedence by establishing CHARITY DAY, November 3, every year. It is one more way to change this beautiful world of ours, in beauty and love, step by step, person by person, small donation by small donation. Kindness always gives Love physical wings.

BECOME AN ANGEL ONCE A YEAR...DONATE TO CHARITY.We, the undersigned, call on the U.S. Government and the State of California to establish CHARITY DAY, November 3, as a National and State Holiday.

REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
FOUNDER & OWNER, UN UNIVERS DES ANGES/A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS
3417 E. REDWOOD ROAD
CERES, CALIFORNIA 95307
209-765-1099
sterlingparker9@yahoo.com

http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/charity-day-november-3.html

MICHAEL AND I

2008-12-31T15:46:00.000-08:00

The last three days or so I've been waking up feeling as I'd been beaten with a tire iron. Two of those days I could barely pull myself up, and it was hard on my muscles. Of the good, I sent out 2,500 total e-mails so far for my petitions: The Treaty of Faiths and Charity Day. I also have put forth my proposals from A Universe of Angels directly to the U.S. Government for consideration via Your Seat at the Table. There are already many, many proposals on Your Seat at the Table (www.change.gov) and I think Barack Obama is headed for being one of the best, most respected Presidents in history.

However, the sadness in my life. It's been difficult. Michael is always with me, but it's difficult. We keep fighting the establishment, it seems. We want to be together, but they keep trying to piecemeal him and hurt me. Last night, he just dissapeared right in front of my eyes, just to my left, and the difference in my space was visceral. I know he's still here, but I love him. Michael is not me, he protects me and loves me. I'm Rebecca Tacosa Gray, and have my own honor. It hurt me so badly last night to watch him dissapear like that, and I kept trying to destroy the moments, the events where he'd been hurt to put him back up. I was trying to put him back up so that he'd be right against me loving me, as he had. It didn't work, others interferred, and I chose to put everything back the way it was. Making love isn't quite the same, either. Last night I put on my U2 cd and put on my finger cymbals...at one time I had danced to U2, and danced for a bit, fighting the females who kept appearing who were upset about it. The dance, originally, was a dance of inspiration...But I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For...and I felt Michael in his entirety. I did a Sword Dance, by the way, on Christmas Day Evening, late at night. It was beautiful...Michael himself danced with me, and it's one of the most beautiful dances I've ever performed. And one of the most beautiful things I've ever done with Michael. Two beings manifest who tried to steal it, and I know them as one of the "One's" and his wife...these two are negative. The wife likes to walk around naked, and is a bit of an egotist, the male, as well. Neither are much to be impressed by. I maced them at the end of the dance so that it would be clear that it was done by Michael and myself, which I also wrote on a book I copyrighted. (It has the outline of a couple of things that mark the truth of the dance).

I love him. And I feel like I want to weep, but can't. Last night they tried to piecemeal my heart chakra. If you haven't seen this then you'll never understand that sometimes these beings pull chakral body parts, and the heart chakra spans across the entire chest. Mine spans the entire chest. And my energy and Michael's energy are together, we hold each other. And last night they tried to take it and place it elsewhere. When I went to bed they tried to place heavier energy in places that were missing, and I felt bereft. I keep fighting and pulling it back.

This morning I encounterd a heinous being who has been trying to hurt me, and I asked im a question. "What is it, exactly, that you're after?" I asked it three, four times. And the question was directed at his heart. What was it, really, that he was looking for? And he looked at himself and fell. It was a good fall, and was a truth in this Universe, is a truth in this Universe now. There is a truth in this Universe in him, now, and it is one of the great beauties in the cosmos, that I know.

It bothers me, my heart. And they tried to steal my Tav on my left side, as well. The TAV of Michael, on my left, when they try to steal it it hurts...I weep...I crafted it early on in our relationship and blessed it with my love in me, and Michael placed his love, as well, and it is us. And it hurts me when they attack me. They've been trying to piecemeal the energy. In the bedroom the female pulled the energy in light and tried to steal it. It's Lucy's or the negative "One"'s wife they've been trying to place my love on. One male keeps commenting that they can't have a "complete" pantheon without it, and it just makes me sick. I want to throw up at the corruption, and the fact that a heinous female is walking around with my love, my love, in corruption, in Europe. The female isn't good over there, and I've already made this clear. Whoever those females are, I will destroy them when I'm 88. I have the complete ability and love to do so, and I made this clear yesterday when I manifest fully, and they understand this about me. I will exact punishment to the exact nature of the crimes committed, as I've had to defend myself night and day as of late, and will continue to do so without fail.

A positive, I have new members on my website, Michapedia. I've invited them to become members of my organization, FIGHT. A COALITION AGAINST EVIL, and to help me distribute my book, my manual, "The Sword of Truth." Everything is under full copyright, and I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, the Author and writer,ownitinentiretyandwon'tevergiveitup,ever.

Another beauty, I've been crafting a tale to honor my love, and it's called Feather by Feather. I'll post what I've done so far, so that it can be read as I craft it. When I start teaching again, I intend to share it with my classes along with Honor, Above All. Both are designed to teach children about Honor, and Feather by Feather teaches children about love of self, beauty, and perfection of the soul. Honor above all focuses on Jesus' truest tenets: Love, Charity , Trust, Truth, and Honor. Both with be important to the children. In Michael's, my love, I'm including four songs, to be played with the Fairy Tale, and this tale will be beloved to me. I keep getting hurt by beings who are questioning and placing both Fairy Tales side by side, and I'm getting disgusted with their petty behavior. The tale I wrote to Honor Jesus is beloved, and I love it and know that children love it. He knows how beloved it is to me. It holds great love, my love, and that is truth. And Feather by Feather holds all of my love, all of my love, because Michael's my love, and this should not demean the beauty of the Fairy Tale I wrote for Jesus. I wrote two for Jesus, in fact...The Comfort Quilt, and it is lovely. But Michael is my love, and I intend Feather by Feather to be one of the most beautiful tales I've ever crafted. And that is truth. They need to stop comparing them, as both tales are Beauty, above all, and always will be. It hurts me to have to defend both. I hope everyone is well...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

BEAUTY HAS BEGUN...A LULLABY

2008-12-27T00:26:00.000-08:00

I wrote this to include in Fairy Tale I’m writing about Michael called Feather by Feather, under full U.S. Copyright Internal Tracking #TX-99399. It is a lullaby, as I imagine his birth might have been centuries ago. When he was born, beauty began.Michael, I love you above all others...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Lyrics written by Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Music Composed by Rebecca Taoosa Gray

Softly, softly, little one,
C G G A C C C C
Beauty, beauty, has begun,
E E F C C C C
A star above, a star below,
C E F G F E F C
Beauty, beauty, you will know.
D D E C G G G
Softly, softly, little one,
C G G A C C C C
Beauty, beauty, has begun.
E E F C C C C
Softly moving, stars alight,
E F G F F F F
A dance of love for your delight,
C D D E E F F F
Softly, softly, little one,
C G G A C C C C
Beauty, beauty, has begun.
E E F C C C C
Close your eyes and dream of stars,
E C G F E F C
Love is never, never far.
D F D E F F F
Softly, softly little one,
F G E F F F
Beauty, beauty has begun...
D D E F A A A
©2008RebeccaTacosaGray
U.S. Copyright Internal Tracking #TX-99399

A TOUCH ON THE FACE/THEWORLD BEFORE COLUMBUS

2008-12-25T13:36:00.000-08:00

This is a song I wrote for my son, Zachary, for Christmas...I love him, so deeply. He was struck with Autism at the age of 2, but has grown and is brilliant, loving, smart, and will make it through to near normality. It's going well, and I think it will happen...Love to all...it's been a hard day...things have happened with Michael that have hurt me deeply...I'll never love another...to some, they think that the fact that my son having Autism impedes my relationship with Michael, but it doesn't. I love him, this 38 year old, beautiful hazel eyed, long dark haired California woman loves him...and I want him in my life...his is so much a part of my life...people need to understand that. It hurts, as they raped me to put Michael with a woman in Europe, in a process that involved water...and the woman isn't me, even though all day he was trying to do the same thing with me. Last night, as I was copyrighting my work, I saw him break through a pool of water and end up in Europe, and he was walking away with heinous evil-so I removed the heinous evil and left him only with love. I then grounded the heinous evil, all of it, and heinous evil on a male who had the heinous out to the left attached and placed a barrier of love between him and the negativity...however, when I went to bed, it was still not good. That dimension still raped me, and when I tried to connect to Michael, it wasn't right, and I turned to my right and cried. Mary/Maria/theMrs.MissesMs.M'stryingtoinserttheyinmylife,andIhateit. They won't ever be me, not ever. They seem to get more evil over time. Itwassaidthattheytriedto placeMichaelwithsomeonejustforthelovewhenthey'verapedmeofmylove..they'verapedmeofmyloveeverynight...someonesaid to place on the one in Europe...myloveispartoftheeventsoftheday...butIfight,protect,andtakeitback...Igetbitter,assomeonesupposedlycomesinatnighttoputit,it'smyhonor,backonme,theysay"aftermywife'sdonewithit...IkeeptellingthemthatI'lllove,I'lllove,myheartisbeautiful...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Lyrics by Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Music composed by Rebecca Tacosa Gray
COPYRIGHT 2008 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

There was a time when late at night,
C C D E E E F G
Just before we’d go to bed,
A B C C B G F
I’d pick you up and hold you close,
F F G A A G F G
My head next to your head.
C G G G F E

And I’d find a lovely song,
F G A A A B C
a special song, a special song,
C D B B A B G F
The World Before Columbus,
F F F A G C G
A song special to me.
F A F A B C
Suzanne Vega’s beauty for her child,
B B B A B A B B B
And beauty for us.
C B B B C

And it’s true, my little love,
E G A A G D E
You’d touch me on the face,
G G G F E D
And I could find you anywhere,
D B D E F G A B
At any time and any place.
B BG G C AB C

And I would sail to your side,
E G A A G D C
And I would light the sun,
G G G A A B
And the world before Columbus,
B A B B A G A D
Would be the world that’s just begun.
A G F G A G D E

The light of love held in your eyes,
F E F G G A B C
My loving Zachary
G B B A G F
The world before Columbus,
F F F G A B B
The world that just begun.
B B G A B C

And I remember closing my eyes,
C C D D D E E F G
And around and ‘round we’d go,
A B C C B G F
Standing in place, in a small dance,
G G A B A B F A
A Mom and son to know.
A A A C F E

And I remember thinking how much
C C D D D E E F G
I love you, I love you,
A B C B C B
how much, how much, how much...
B B B B B B
The Gold of Columbus in my arms.
A B B B B D D D E

And it’s true, my little love,
E G A A G D E
You’d touch me on the face,
G G G F E D
And I could find you anywhere,
D B E F F G A B
At any time and any place.
B AG A A GD E

And I would sail to your side,
E G A A G D C
And I would light the sun,
G G G A A B
And the world before Columbus,
B A B B A G A D
Would be the world that’s just begun.
A G F G A G D E
The light of love held in your eyes,
F E F G G A B C
My loving, beautiful son.
B B B A A G F
The world before Columbus,
F F F G A B B
The world that just begun.
B B G A B C

And then we’d go to bed,
C C D E F G
And at that time I’d to hold you,
Autism made you need to know
That you were loved through and through.

So Daddy and I would put you between us,
And you turn and cuddle into me,
And you utter the word, “Hug,”
A most beautiful statement to me.

And it’s true, my little love,
E G A A G D E
You’d touch me on the face,
G G G F E D
And I could find you anywhere,
D B E F F G A B
At any time and any place.
B AG A A GD E

And I would sail to your side,
E G A A G D C
And I would light the sun,
G G G A A B
And the world before Columbus,
B A B B A G A D
Would be the world that’s just begun.
A G F G A G D E
The light of love held in your eyes,
F E F G G A B C
My loving, beautiful son.
B B B A A G F
The world before Columbus,
F F F G A B B
The world that just begun.
B B G A B C

And into the night, we’d sail,
A family holding each other,
Cuddling quiet, you’d hold us both,
A son holding Father and loving Mother.

And into the day we’ll dance,
I hope you’ll hold your children, too,
And tell them that the World of Columbus
Was born in beauty in you.

And it’s true, my little six year old love,
I love you, I love you,,
You are worth all the Gold of Columbus,
I love you, and always will.

And I will sail to your side,
Each and every day,
And I will battle worlds,
And I will find a way
To light up every sun,
In our world before Columbus,
To find a bit of Gold
In our love and hold it like Midas,
And the touch of love will always be,
And oh, my son, I’ll always see,
The light of love in your eyes,
The light of love in your eyes,
My loving, beautiful son and me.

COPYRIGHT2008REBECCATACOSAGRAY
ALLRIGHTSRESERVED

Things I used to do with you:

Based on the fact that my son would always touch my beauty mark to know it was me when he was a baby.

Dance.
Talk.
Learn.
Hold you at night.

A CHILD THAT WON'T EVER BE

2008-12-25T11:05:00.000-08:00

Over two and a half years ago I was raped by the Universal Community so that a Goddess could have a "Child of God" on Earth. The male who was the father, J, was an honorable man and revoked the European child's rights and made him live a normal life. Now, yet another tried to do it in Europe, and I'm telling them right now, it won't ever happen. The M-lines (female) will fall. The "innocent" female you put into water with Michael will fall, and when I'm 88 I'll revoke all my love and all of the goodness that emerged as a result of my actions (my music, my writing, my painting, my proposal, my attempts to heal the earth-An Angel's Perspective, etc.) and my love here in California from that European fetus, whether it be male or female.That is a promise. The magnate that wanted a baby god will fall. I had a tubal ligation in Modesto, not ten minutes away from where I live, forced due to the fact that I was tortured at that time. J tried to stop me, but I did it anyway. L will fall for trying to manufacture a history, and the downstairs and upstairs wives will go to hell for their dishonor and corruption. As I did not have a physical human fetus (a baby, human, I'm not talking about fetus' born of light energy) there will never be one who maintains my legacy. I, myself, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, will carry my own love, and my own physical legacy, which is indicative of my legacy in all dimensia. My son and daughter, Zachary and Isabel Gray, will view that legacy o earth during my daily life (now, until I'm 88), and thereafter. I will never allow myself to be part of that European child Michael is laying in right now with the Euro-female. NEVER. NEVER. Both being will be pulled and put into hell. I feel nothing but revile that he thought to align me with a Mary. They're NOT me, ever. And to the world at large. If you are reading this you will never understand it. I'm a very centered woman, and this has to do with the nature of my spiritual life. Understand that.

All of my work is now under full U.S. Copyright, internal routing number TX-99399--this includes YOU BELONG TO ME, A BOOK OF MUSICAL COMPOSITIONS BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, FOR MICHAEL, A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD (A SET OF PROPOSALS), FEATHER BY FEATHER, A FAIRY TALE ABOUT THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS, A GRAPHIC NOVEL PROPOSAL BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY, ALL OF MY WETPAINT SITES, and this blog and book associated with this blog, THE PROSECUTION OF THE GODS AND ANGELS. Nothing will ever be touched. The Michaelian family may view but not carry. And that is the end of that discussion.

THIS MORNING

2008-12-21T11:14:00.000-08:00

This morning they tried to rape me. Many things happened, but I retained the respect of those I care about, and it means more to me than they know. I'll be writing about the entire conversation in my journal, as it is a bit complex and I want to protect my experiences. Michael, I love you. True Michael. Upstairs Michael. It's going to be a day. I'll be visiting my Aunt Hope to give her a copy of my book, The Sword of Truth and to help her try and battle through the being who's infested her life-Not bad for a woman to try and convince an Aunt that the being who's tried to mess up her life is inconsequential and can be fought through. So, later today. Right now, trying to fight through being by reminding ALL of them, the entirety of the establishment, that judgement can be harsh. Michael's sigil is different, I'll tell you that. Weeping, and the corruption, that is what knowing them has made of him, and it took my Honor, a unique human California woman's honor, to show them that. And that it what judgement does. It's something I needed to remind them of over in Europe, that they cannot, and won't corrupt someone like me. They will find their judgement will hurt them.

LIGHT BY LIGHT, A CHRISTMAS GIFT FROM REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

2008-12-21T00:28:00.000-08:00

This is the email I sent out to over 350 people this evening...my government representatives, the United Nations, and many, many people who love literature. It's a beautiful e-mail...it is also a Christmas gift to all bloggers. Have a wonderful evening...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

LIGHT BY LIGHT
A Christmas Gift from Rebecca Tacosa Gray

This song is a Christmas Gift from myself, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, to you.
It is a bit of love during the Holiday Season, and I will post the Lyrics,
the sheet music and the music on my website by Christmas Eve. I hope
enjoy it, and have a beautiful holiday...and you're welcome to pass it
on, if you like!

http://youbelongtome.wetpaint.com/

Lyrics by Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Music Composed by Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Christmas has fallen like stars from Heaven

C A# A G F F G C D C

Upon our shoulders this year,

C A# A A A A# G

We are beauty walking the Earth,

C F C A A G G F

Holding those we love dear.

C A# A A A A# G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Star by Star, we Help one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,

A# A# C D D E F F E D F

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

We Heal our World...Light by Light.

A G F G F C A

And I stand in my own lovely home,

A A# C A A# C C D C

Watching my own Christmas Tree,

C A# A A A A# G

Crystal snowflakes, blue globes and stars, so bright,

C A# A A F G A A# A# C

On the branches, pale green branches,

A G A A A G A A

Lovely beauty, to see.

A G A A F G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Star by Star, we Help one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,

A# A# C D D E F F E D F

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

We Heal our World...Light by Light.

A G F G F C A

I pick a snowflake, I think of perfection,

C A# A G F F G G G C D C

One point six one eight*, (The Golden Ratio)

A# A# A#A F G

Inside and out we change the world,

C A# A GF F G C DC

How much beauty we are.

A# A# A#A F G

And perfection’s crystal love

A G A A A G A

is never very far.

AG A A A F G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Star by Star, we Help one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,

A# A# C D D E F F E D F

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

We Heal our World...Light by Light.

A G F G F C

Next a blue shining globe,

A A# C A# D C

I think of our own lovely Earth,

C A# A# A# A# A F G

That holds us in love every day.

AA# C C C C C D C

Never asking a thing in return,

C A# A# A# A# A# A F G

Except to be loved in return

A G A A A G A

in the very same way.

A G A A G F

Light by Light, we Hold one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Star by Star, we Help one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,

A# A# C D D E F F E D F

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

We Heal our World...Light by Light.

A G F G F C A

And last, a star, glowing beautiful and bright,

C A# A G F F G C D C

The North Star, floating softly above,

C A# A A A A# G

In a sky full of beauty, during velvet night,

C F C A A G G F

In a common direction we must turn our love.

C A# A A A A# G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Star by Star, we Help one another,

F C A F F F F F G

Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,

A# A# C D D E F F E D F

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

Love by Love…

F C A

We Heal our World...Light by Light.

A G F G F C A

A Snowflake, A Globe, A Star, A Light,

C A C C G A A# A# C

We all wear our unique love in beauty so bright,

C A# A

From person to person we’ll hand our love

F A# A# C D D E F E D

From problem to problem we’ll heal our world,

F A# A# C D D E F E D

From Beauty to Beauty, we’ll heal ourselves,

F A# A# C D D E F E D

Lighting stars,

C F A

in our homes,

C F A

On our trees,

C F A

In our hearts,

A F G

Here on Earth.

A G A

Star By Star,

A G A

Light by Light,

A G A

Beauty by Beauty,

A A G A

Love by Love,

C F A

We’ll Heal our World,

A G F G

We are love.

C F A

COPYRIGHT DEC.18, 2008 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

*1.618. The Golden Ratio. Believed to be a ratio of perfection. The human body, the spacing between the spirals of shells, and a perfect square are all built according to the Golden Ratio. See Mario Livio’s book, The Golden Ratio. It’s a beautiful book, in entirety.

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MAKE LOVE TO ME (UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE)

MUSIC IN PROGRESS.

Poetry Lyrics by Rebecca Tacosa Gray & Michael*

Make love to me, under the Christmas Tree,

FE C C C D D D D E C

The lights so gorgeous, just you and me,*

F G F E D A A A G

I look in your eyes, the glow of love reflecting,

F E C C C C C D D D F F G

Make love to me under the Christmas Tree.

Make love to me under the Christmas Tree.

Make love to me tonight.

I whisper softly, “I love you,”* Michael,

And the tree glow deepens on our bodies,

and you caress the light softly and kiss my neck,

Make love to me under the Christmas Tree.

The room is quiet, our faces close in the light,

The stars on the tree throwing arcs of beauty,

You kiss each one, and whisper I just might

Make love to you under the Christmas Tree.

You bend me back, and cradle me close,

And I watch our reflection in a globe,

Blue, it’s beauty shining in the tree’s clothes,

(Alt.line: Beauty shining, we remove our clothes,)

Make love to me under the Christmas Tree.

The scent of pine, and the scent of us,

Our bodies held by a white down comforter,

And I feel the weight of true love’s trust,

Make love to me under the Christmas Tree.

Holding each other we watch the light

Tracing the patterns of light on skin

The gentle rhythm of beauty to begin,

Make love to me under the Christmas Tree.

The snowflakes on the tree should drift,

I thought, upon us both in love,

And I watched one turn softly above me,

Make love to me under the Christmas tree.

He found my lips in a gentle kiss,

In the Christmas tree’s starlight,

My love, love me, love me now,

Under the Christmas Tree tonight.

And I held him close, and I touched his face,

Beauty to love in a beautiful place,

Under the stars of my shining tree,

It’s Christmas, make love to me.

Oh, stars, I loved, I loved that night,

Oh, beauty, in our skin so bright,

Reflected in a light spun globe,

We made love. We made love.

Watching light like stars above.

We made love. We made love,

And only each other we thought of,

Under the Christmas Tree.

We made love under the Christmas Tree.

COPYRIGHT DEC.18, 2008 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

For Michael...Always on My Arm...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

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SNOW ON SILVER

MUSIC WRITTEN. TO BE ADDED.

Poetry Lyrics by Rebecca Tacosa Gray

In the night I touched you gently,

In the night I loved you gently,

In a night of soft wonder,

I loved you in Snow on Silver.

In the night I looked at you gently,

Caught in the drift of silver light,

The moon aching across the sky

Patterns on snow in the night.

We walked in the cold chill of air,

Gently touching our cheeks,

And you held me, warm against you,

In the moonlight of snow on silver.

A drift of silvery cloud draped the moon,

Singing of snow spun kisses,

A nightfall’s siren calling our names,

A love song in snow on silver.

The bare trees were looking skyward,

Listening to the moon as we walked,

Glistening, reflected in the muted light,

Waiting quietly for snow on silver.

I saw a white flower on the ground,

Tiny, on blue glowing cement.

I picked it up and gave it to you,

A flower made of snow on silver.

And you cradled it in your moonlit hand,

And how it touched my heart,

To see the look of beauty on your face,

Holding petals of snow on silver.

We continued on in the veil of cold,

Hanging with the light in the air,

And you touched my cheek and kissed me,

Amidst snow on silver with gentle care.

And you looked at me and at the flower,

And said, It holds the moon.

It’s beauty’s softest shimmer,

A snow on silver bloom.

And you took my hand, just looking,

Holding me in the light,

I’m looking at beauty, right now, you said,

In the glowing snow on silver night.

Then you pulled me close and held me,

A glowing rose enfolded in your arms.

And holding the moon, we looked at the moon,

Of snow on silver in a still night sky.

And softest night it was beauty,

And cheek to cheek we closed our eyes,

Beauty on beauty, holding beauty,

Under star filled snow on silver skys.

In the night I touched you gently,

In the night I loved you gently,

In a night of soft wonder,

I loved you in Snow on Silver.

COPYRIGHT DEC.18, 2008 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

For Michael...Always on My Arm...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

The M-Lines, Mary, Maria, Miss/Mrs/Misses/Ms M's arebanned from these songs.

Lucy, Lucifer,Monsieur, the Catholic Apostolic Downstairs faith are banned from these songs.

WITH WHICH SHE AND THE M-LINES ARE ASSOCIATED ARE BANNED FROM THIS SONG. THE PANTHEONIC, SPIRITUAL WOMEN ARE DULY PROSECUTED FOR TRYING TO STEAL MY WORK AND MY DAUGHTER’S BEDROOM DIMENSION (THE SNOUT-NOSED MALE DIMENSION) IS INVIOLATELY BANNED FROM ALL OF MY WORK. THE DOWNSTAIRS CATHOLIC FAITHBANNEDFROMMYWORK.

TODAY IS PROSECUTION OF THE UPSTAIRS & DOWNSTAIRS

2008-12-20T11:35:00.001-08:00

The last couple of days have been difficult. The days are lovely, as they've always been, as it's been cold, but I've been having to fight. Yesterday I sent out a mass e-mail as a Christmas Gift. It's a song I wrote yesterday called Light by Light, and it's beautiful. I'm going to post it on my website, You Belong to Me, on Christmas Eve, a lovely gift from a long, dark haired lovely woman...me, Rebecca Tacosa Gray. This is the song, and I sent it out to about 500 people, and will send it out to more this afternoon.

LIGHT BY LIGHT.

Poetry lyrics by Rebecca Tacosa Gray

This song I (Rebecca Tacosa Gray) wrote to send out in a Global email as a Christmas Gift December 18, 2008, which I’m starting as a Tradition for my small informal organization, Un Univers Des Anges. I will do this for three days of the year, Christmas, , Valentine’s Day, and True God’s Birthday (which be a Universal Song).
Christmas has fallen like stars from Heaven
C A# A G F F G C D C
Upon our shoulders this year,
C A# A A A A# G
We are beauty walking the Earth,
C F C A A G G F
Holding those we love dear.
C A# A A A A# G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Star by Star, we Help one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,
A# A# C D D E F F E D F
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
We Heal our World...Light by Light.
A G F G F C A

And I stand in my own lovely home,
A A# C A A# C C D C
Watching my own Christmas Tree,
C A# A A A A# G
Crystal snowflakes, blue globes and stars, so bright,
C A# A A F G A A# A# C
On the branches, pale green branches,
A G A A A G A A
Lovely beauty, to see.
A G A A F G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Star by Star, we Help one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,
A# A# C D D E F F E D F
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
We Heal our World...Light by Light.
A G F G F C A

I pick a snowflake, I think of perfection,
C A# A G F F G G G C D C
One point six one eight*, (The Golden Ratio)
A# A# A#A F G
Inside and out we change the world,
C A# A GF F G C DC
How much beauty we are.
A# A# A#A F G
And perfection’s crystal love
A G A A A G A
is never very far.
AG A A A F G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Star by Star, we Help one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,
A# A# C D D E F F E D F
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
We Heal our World...Light by Light.
A G F G F C A

Next a blue shining globe,
A A# C A# A G F
I think of the beauty of our own lovely Earth,
C A# A A A A# G
That holds us in love every day.
Never asking a thing in return,
Except to be loved in return
A G A A A G A
in the very same way.
A G A A G F

Light by Light, we Hold one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Star by Star, we Help one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,
A# A# C D D E F F E D F
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
We Heal our World...Light by Light.
A G F G F C A

And last, a star, glowing beautiful and bright,
C A# A G F F G C D C
The North Star, floating softly above,
C A# A A A A# G
In a sky full of beauty, during velvet night,
C F C A A G G F
In a common direction we must turn our love.
C A# A A A A# G

Light by Light, we Hold one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Star by Star, we Help one another,
F C A F F F F F G
Beauty by Beauty, we Heal one another,
A# A# C D D E F F E D F
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
Love by Love…
F C A
We Heal our World...Light by Light.
A G F G F C A

A Snowflake, A Globe, A Star, A Light,
C A C C G A A# A# C
We all wear our unique love in beauty so bright,
C A# A
From person to person we’ll hand our love
F A# A# C D D E F E D
From problem to problem we’ll heal our world,
F A# A# C D D E F E D
From Beauty to Beauty, we’ll heal ourselves,
F A# A# C D D E F E D

Lighting stars,
C F A
in our homes,
C F A
On our trees,
C F A
In our hearts,
A F G
Here on Earth.

A G A
Star By Star,
A G A
Light by Light,
A G A
Beauty by Beauty,
A A G A
Love by Love,
C F A
We’ll Heal our World,
A G F G

We are love.
C F A

*1.618. The Golden Ratio. Believed to be a ratio of perfection. The human body, the spacing between the spirals of shells, and a perfect square are all built according to the Golden Ratio. See Mario Livio’s book, The Golden Ratio. It’s a beautiful book, in entirety.

I've banned all of the negatives from touching my work. They kept manifesting trying to hurt me the entire time I was writing the song, and I kept destroying them and putting them down. One of the males and his wife, Maria, are especially heinous, as I'm writing a fairy tale for Michael called Feather by Feather, which Maria tried to steal. It does not belong to them, and I've even gone as far as to inform the Michaelian Household that they will not touch this fairy tale until I'm 88. It does not belong to them, it belongs to me.

A night or two ago I went through and destroyed the beings that have been trying to hurt Michael. It's been more and more difficult. I've had to fight harder, and at night they're heinous, especially near bedtime. When I try to connect to Michael, it's not as it was. And my protection is different. There is now a heinous dark male floating about, who keeps saying "I will not let you have this love on Earth." And they keep trying to place Michael with another by stealing events. I keep defending myself, but it's been difficult. I love Michael, and I'll keep battling. Until I'm 88. He knows how I feel...I showed him last night sitting in bed...the male commented on whether or not I'd weep, and I just don't cry anymore. It doesn't help. But I showed him the weight of my heart, asking what does it mean to you? If I say one thing, and it's been because I'm fighting through negative being. And I just said it, "Is that what you think I think? Is that how you really think I function? Is that what you think the weight of my heart really is?" And here is the weight of my heart. I love you, Michael. I'll fight until I'm 88, and then I'll cry about the events and about being raped because I love you. And you'll never change that. No matter what happens, day to day, it won't stop me from loving you...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

FIVE BEAUTIFUL THINGS

2008-12-16T23:44:00.000-08:00

Today I did five beautiful things:

1. This morning I sent my gorgeous music, YOU BELONG TO ME, off by email with music attachments to Chanticleer in San Francisco (I sent them an actual hard copy last night via U.S. Mail). All of the Chanticleer staff recieved the e-mail, and I recieved a response that they recieved it later today. They sent it directly to the Music Director, Matt Ottman, so I hope to be hearing from him at some point in the future.

2. I sent a package off to Mrs. Engelbreit with a copy of my book, Love Letters, Under the Silver Pear Tree, Honor Above All, and Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. I'm hoping she'll consider a series of greeting cards using my poetry, as well as consider illustrating & marketing my fairy tales, including Honor, Above All. Also, I asked her to consider illustrating and marketing, using my painting on the cover and painting colors, Love Loves. I hope it will be a successful correspondence. If it works out, I'll be a happy woman!

3. A woman named Kelly who works with people who are handling voices and other issues contacted me, and I called her back today. She picked up a copy of my book, The Sword of Truth at Telecare, and wanted another copy, as she wasn't able to get it back from her friend. It looks as if she has five clients she will be giving my book to, so I'm sending her ten copies, just in case she knows other professionals who might be interested in reading it and giving it to their clients. It's a small start for FIGHT. My coalition against evil, but I'm proud. I believe I'll be successful, slowly but surely.

4. I called the Stanislaus County Office of Education to check on the status of my application and it looks as if they're sending out an invitation to me to work...so I'll be back to work full time next month or so. A reliable paycheck...Lovely!

5. I had a good day, although battling. I'm still waiting for an e-mail back from Avatar Press in regards to my Graphic Novel Proposal, A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS, which can be seen here: http://anangel'suniverse.wetpaint.com/. It will be wonderful if they write me back soon.

It's been a long day...I love. Michael, who is with me right now, I love you so deeply. It's getting difficult. They keep trying to dissuade me, make me doubt, but I've no doubt. These being are getting heinous, but I keep fighting...I love you...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

CHANTICLEER & SAN FRANCISCO

2008-12-14T21:03:00.000-08:00

I added a Family Section to my book, YOU BELONG TO ME, entitled THE TACOSA-GRAYS. And I wrote for my family this year a Christmas song, IN THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT. The lyrics and melody are below. I also wrote a song for my sister, Audrey, entitled UNDER THE MOON, and will write songs for every one of my family members for Christmas...so now my book is in Three sections...the first for my love, Michael, the second for my Beloved Protectors and the Universe, and the third for my Family, as I'm human, the TACOSA-GRAYS. I've been having trouble with the spiritual beings trying to steal my music and my writing, so it will be lovely, tomorrow, to cement my work by taking it directly to San Francisco and dropping it off at Chanticleer's San Francisco office. I even included a tape of the music, which I played on piano today. And it will be wonderful! In this way, I'll meet the staff, and maybe some of the members of Chanticleer.

IN THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT

My first Christmas song, written for my family, the Tacosa Grays—I stayed up too late to write this!…Copryight Saturday, December 13, 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray 38 yrs old

L: CGE, CAF

In the beauty of the night
G F E E D C D
The stars fall one by one
G F E D C D
On our Christmas tree.
E F C C C
On our Christmas tree.
A B C E D
Oh, let Beauty be.
G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G

And the Universe glows,
G F E E DC D
In the soft candle stars
G F E D C D
Of lights hung so gently
E F G G G A
Upon each bough of love.
G G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G

And just leaning to the left,
G F E E D C D
A tilted star hung by my son
G G F E E D C D
A glittered beauty just begun
E E F G G G G A
Oh, star of beauty be,
A G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G

I touch the needles, standing tall,
G G F E E D C D
Christmas held by one and all,
G F E E D C D
The scent of pine, let Winter fall
E E F G G G G A
Upon our loving call,
A G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G

And two gifts just wrapped below
G F E E D C D
Stripes so lovely, clean and bright,
G F E E D C D
The star of love caught in green bows,
E E F G G G G A
Oh, what a lovely sight.
A G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G

And in the tree, so gently near,
G G F E E D C D
I find my love captured knowing
G G F E E D C D
That this tree chose us this year
E F G G G G A
To bless us with beauty.
A G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G

So may the stars fall from above,
G G F E E D C D
Upon each bough wrought with delight,
G G F E E D C D
I find my love is caught with love,
E E F G G G G A
Oh, love, hold us tonight…
A G F E F G

Oh, let Beauty be…
E F G C C
Oh, Let Beauty be in the night this night.
C B B A A G F E F G
Oh, it’s such a gorgeous sight,
C B B A G F G
Let Beauty be in the night tonight.
G G G A G F E F G
Let Beauty be in the night tonight.
G G G A G F E F G
Let Beauty be here tonight.
G G G A B B C

A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: LITERARY AGENT SEARCH

2008-12-10T16:30:00.000-08:00

Yesterday and the day before I launched mass email programs for myself to try and find a readership and a Literary Agent for all of my works. Almost all of my books are fully up online, two in progress. (Beyond Paradise, which is a finished book but a large endeavor to transfer online, and YOU BELONG TO ME, A Book of Musical Compositions by Rebecca Tacosa Gray, For Michael, which also will take a little time. I have many songs to transfer from my writing to the computer. I'll never put the sheet music online, however, it will always be in my Musical Notation.) Yesterday I sent out almost 2,500 emails, today another 1,000 or so, with more to come. I have about 29,000 Literary contacts to send to, and am looking at over 5,000 Artist contacts to assist with my artwork and books (I'm hoping some galleries might consider selling my books.) I'll probably also consider sending some to Universities and schools to see if they might like to use Love Letters in their Poetry classes. I'm also going to resend to the government employees, it would be lovely to find a readership there, as well. I've asked everyone to whom I've sent my email to forward it to those they think might be interested, so it will be wonderful to have my work reach so many. All my love...and send me good thoughts...UPDATE: 8:51 p.m.: 3500 emails out today...and it will be lovely. Many to Literary Agents, some to Artists...and some to the Vatican with my An Angel's Perspective Card attached...I hope they like my work...Rebecca Tacosa Gray COPYRIGHT, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 10, 2008

A DAY

2008-12-08T01:52:00.000-08:00

Today, sending out another 5-600 emails to advertise all of my sites: Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary (http://lovelettersapoetrydictionary.wetpaint.com), In the Dreaming, The Flame of Beloved Love, In Words (http://inthedreaming.wetpaint.com/) and my site A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD (http://auniverseofangels.wetpaint.com/). In the way of prosecution, it's a good way to prove the truth of my actions. People cannot fight copyright or true action on Earth, and the fact that so many Auric Reticulata will actually see my work will do the job. There will be thousands upon thousands of e-mails leading people to my websites by the time I'm through.

Also, I was betrayed by the being I love most last night, the one I love above all others. I was heartbroken, and wept. It hurts so deeply. My one wish in life was to find my true love, and I found him...and he betrayed me with a spiritual pantheonic female who lied to him about her life and what she had actually done. He "blended" with her, and what he showed me broke my heart. When Michael and I make love, the love is true. And there is a feeling about it. What he showed me ws love in that manner, and I wept...I've been true to him in every way. This woman, this female, had lied to him and said that she'd done some of the things I've done. Some of my music, my poetry. And when I checked with him, asking him on his honor, he said he would never have blended with or loved her if he'd know that the Pantheonic spiritual female had lied. Now I don't know what to do. I'll be alone for the rest of my life, and I'll never love anyone else. I love him above all others and that won't ever change. I don't know, I don't think Michael truly understands the truth of my love, or of what I've truly done on this Earth.

The lower Pantheon, who hates us, keeps on pushing a male named Micha at me, and I hate him. Other males are around and they keep telling me to love someone else and I keep telling them no. They won't ever be loved by me in that way. Not ever. They call me the Universal One, but that doesn't entail sexual contact. I refuse, on honor. I love. I'm the one who will love only one. And Michael and I are meant to be together, now and in the future, and to be a sole couple. They have been raping me heavily for the last couple of days, and it's been difficult. Last night they put a rubber being around me, and I woke up and my right hand I could barely move...and they've hurt my side, my left side, as well. It's as if they've pulled off pieces of my being and what's left is marred in my side, and it hurts. Physically hurts. Michael, after he had done what he had done last night, tried to heal me, but I didn't want his energy there...I didn't want him to touch me. They want me to forgive him, but I don't know how...I don't know how to get over what he did so callously. And the women keep manifesting and hounding me. I love Michael. I love him. I want him to hold me, and I want him to hold me for the rest of my life...but my God, it hurts. It hurts, and I keep shutting it out, trying not to think about it. Betrayal of love is immense. And I devoted my whole heart to Michael, and decided to share my life with him, knowing I'd never love a human male. And that is the truth. I'm a unique human being, and I'll never love another. And that is the truth. I don't want to be alone, but I don't love anyone else. And never will. That is the truth, and the truth must prevail. They also keep saying it's Lucy, who I keep destroying. They're liars. It's not Lucy or any of his kind and never will be. It's Michael, and it's true Michael.

My music, five pieces, went out to Chanticleer last night. I'll call them two days from now to make sure it's arrive and have them fax me a confirmation. I hope they like You Belong to Me and The Love of the Century. I know they'l also like There will be Roses I & III, as well. I keep copyrighting everything to make sure it's protected.

I should go to bed soon. Again, it's late night now.

I love him. I love Michael. He's still holding me, I can feel it. I'm still the original and only, and they know this. You won't know what that means, reading this, but it's the truth. They cannot avoid it, no matter how they try to make up and manufacture circumstances upstairs and downstairs. They will fall, for trying to rape to discredit, and that's the truth. And that is why I must continue to prosecute. Understand, if you're reading this and wonder, that it's the truth. You may not understand the energy specifics of what I'm going through, but it's physically true and real. And I'm a very well balanced, smart person telling you this...and to the negative. N.O. You are denied over there. J. stays along with my other protectors, and you will all suffer karmic consequences for doing what you people have done. The M-lines will fall.--Rebecca Tacosa GrayCopyright November 7, 2008 California

MASS EMAIL CAMPAIGNS

2008-12-07T00:05:00.000-08:00

Tonight I put together a mass e-mail campaign of about 500 emails to celebrate the online inception of my two books, Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary (http://lovelettersapoetrydictionary.wetpaint.com/)and In the Dreaming, The Flame of Beloved Love, in words. (http://inthedreaming.wetpaint.com/) Both have available links to Flickr, where I have not only my books for sale, but my artwork as well.

Tonight I'm also sending out a copy of You Belong to Me with five songs to Chanticleer. The songs I've included are You Belong to Me, The Love of the Century, There Will Be Roses I, There Will Be Roses III, and Blue Beauty, every one for my Michael except for The Love of the Century. I've also sent out proposals to the Barack Obama Administration and the Entire California State Capitol via email. The proposal is called Nowhere to run, and handles healing the Earth and capturing and detaining known International criminals. It's been a long night, and I'm having a hard time right now. I want to cry my eyes out, so I think I'll go to bed and do so once I've sent out my mail...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

NOWHERE TO RUN

2008-12-07T00:04:00.000-08:00

Saturday, November 6, 2008

NOWHERE TO RUN
A Proposal put together by Rebecca Tacosa Gray for President Barack Obama, fully copyrighted by U.S. Mail

PURPOSE:

To find and hunt down Osama Bin Laden by forging ties so strong with other countries and with the people of this Earth that everyone contributes to finding and putting National and International Criminals down. GENERAL IDEAS: I was thinking about how we could really track down and shut down those who are National and International Criminals. It’s an issue I think will take a lot of groundwork and healing, first and foremost. All countries who house criminals, we, the Citizens of the United States and the American Government need to approach each country, lay down our weapons, and help the country to heal by understanding their culture and trying to repair the damaged relationships we might have fostered, intentionally or unintentionally. I’m wondering whether it might not be a good idea to suggest an International Convention of the World, bring in all World Leaders, face to face, with full intent to discuss International Criminals and set policy to hunt down, detain and incarcerate any known terrorists or criminals. At the same time, I’m also wondering whether representatives of the working class, those who have been hurt by the war, should be invited to let countries know what’s been done and set an International Treaty forth, with full intent to heal and repair damage by those who’ve actually caused the problems. It might be a long term goal, a long term Treaty of Healing, but it would work if done over a very long period of time. This includes repairing damaged and stolen artifacts and buildings of historic sites in other countries. The key to the healing, NO BACKPEDALING. WITHIN THE TREATY/TREATIES GOALS MUST BE SET TO SPEND A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF MONEY WITH SPECIFIC INTENT TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE DONE IN OTHER COUNTRIES. Also, I believe that the United States, with full protection of our men, and the agreement of the injured countries, should send in Representatives for Global Healing Rallies. The intent would be to talk directly to the people about what they’ve been through, and ask them what they feel the solutions must be. Or possibly go to them with solutions and let them vote on what they feel is best in regards to their culture and us, and the solutions we would be trying to provide to them to help them heal due to the damage within their countries. We must also speak to our own people, the American People, before each meeting, in a National Meeting to be held via Television. The President must speak to us about those we are healing, and invite Representatives in who ARE FROM THE WAR OR THE PAIN ITSELF, as well as the Country’s Leaders, to talk to us about their religion and to explain to us what they’ve been through. Once that has been done, the United States of American would hold an online petition to APOLOGIZE TO THE COUNTRY’S PEOPLE for the pain inflicted upon them, with a promise from the United States of America to do our utmost to forge Peace between countries. We would deliver to each Country a full document, that the people of each country understand that America cares about them, that we exercise tolerance and understanding about the unique beauty of our Country’s Religions, and that we are prepared to go the distance to heal. The end result of forging ties of Healing would be to NETWORK EVERY COUNTRY to turn against International Criminals by assisting in the hunt and the arrest of known terrorists and criminals. We must take responsibility for what we’ve done in the world, and we must do it now. It is the time to recognize the people of the world are beautifully the same when approached with concern to their own unique culture, and that we all want to be safe, happy, and understood. That the moment we set down weapons and try to understand our Neighbors, and find, as Antoine St. Exupery once said, “Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals—from common navigation towards the same star,” we will all be able to sit down as a World Community and call Earth our HOME. And if we heal each other, truly heal each other, we might then be able to take steps as a Global Community towards healing the Earth. By finding funds to truly put towards yearly actions that reduce pollution almost permanently and start pushing Earth back towards a continued renewal state, where replantation and preservation, with attention to cultural needs, could be attended to. I realize that it is difficult, and certain countries would not only need financial aid, but that they would require real solutions that attend to the environment, as well as heal countrymen socially, physically, and with intent for the country to support itself. With help, and everyone involved in solutions, Country by Country, this could be done, if the Global Community made it a priority. I hope these ideas might be of interest and true use to President Barack Obama, Vice President Joe Biden, and the entire Administration. I require written request for these ideas to be implemented, so please be respectful and do so if you intend to consider them. LOVE LOVES. LOVE FIGHTS. LOVE WINS.—Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Rebecca Tacosa Gray, 38 yrs. old
3417 E. Redwood Road Ceres
CA 95307
209-765-1099
sterlinparker9@yahoo.com

Rebecca Tacosa Gray AKA Sterling Parker

UN UNIVERS TO CALIFORNIA STATE CAPITOL

2008-12-05T19:41:00.000-08:00

Today I drove to Sacramento with five copies of my proposal, A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD, and hand delivered it to a friend of mine, Miiller. Miiller works in the Senate Appropriations Office (Rm.406) and is going to give copies of my proposal to a few people who work at the State Capitol, as well as to the Governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger. He will be taking it directly to his people and will be trying to get me an interview with Arnold Schwarzenegger to discuss my proposal, and I'm hoping I'll be able to not only convince him to institute the program in California, but to get a copy to our incoming President, Barack Obama. If these two things happen, it will be a success. I believe it will be, and that we will have A Universe of Angels in the next couple of years. Miiller loved it, and thought all of my ideas, from A Universe of Angels to The Church of Love & the Treaty of Faiths. So, it looks as if the response I'll keep getting is positive! I've also sent out mass mailings, another 1,400, yesterday, to invite people to read my proposal. Many of them were from the United Nations, and I sent out 140 to the California State Capitol. If I ever get to the President, I'm going to ask him if he can get me a Papal audience. I suggested today to Miiller that if the Treaty of Faiths were to happen, that the American Government should have the Pope endorse it. To read my full proposal, fully copyrighted:

A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS
http://auniverseofangels.wetpaint.com/

I'm struggling on the financial side, so shall start putting some of my artwork online and try to sell copies of my books, as well. I hope things are well with everyone...I fight-I win...and that's a truth...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

CHANTICLEER & AN ANGEL'S PERSPECTIVE

2008-12-03T21:12:00.001-08:00

Tonight I'm sending out a preview of my book, You Belong To Me, A Book of Musical Compostions by Rebecca Tacosa Gray, FOR MICHAEL, to Chanticleer in San Francisco. I'll also be hand-delivering a full version to them on the 21st of this month. The songs included in the preview: You Belong to Me, There will Be Roses I, There will be Roses III, Blue Beauty, The Love of the Century. Chanticleer is a famous local group, all men, who sing a capella. They arrange their music, and it's gorgeous...more than gorgeous. I'm hoping, with the deliver of more than 25 or more songs, they'll think about singing some of mine. They have tours during Christmas, in the Bay Area and many other places. If you haven't heard them sing, you should. It's been a long day fighting. While putting this package together and trying to get more of my music onto sheet music the downstairs and some of the negs manifest, and were especially heinous...trying to discredit, as usual...They need to be prosecuted for their manifestation, they keep trying to instigate my self defense, and I keep fighting. Every one of the negs, included Maria and husband, need to be put down, as well as L.

Last night, I sent out 385 e-mails of my An Angel's Perspective postcard to try to inspire people. It was a beautiful e-mail, and I hope it will make the impact I'd like to see. I'll probably send out another 250 tonight. I'll be sending out another to Government officials soon. I have a program now that gleans e-mails and I'll be sending out thousands of An Angel's Perspective a month, with request to pass it on to others. If I work hard, I'll hopefully inspire charity in millions. Chain emails work that way.

U.S. JURAT & A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS

2008-12-02T20:01:00.000-08:00

Today I place a full U.S. Jurat down on my proposal A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD, HEAL THE HATRED & THIS IS LOVE. PASS THE DOVE. The main proposal houses many proposals, listed as follows:

A Universe of Angels: A Global Network to Change the World
Copyright Information
The World Computers
The Global Network
A Universe of Angels: Donation Possibilities
A Universe of Angels: Board Member Possibilities
A Plan for Innovation: Car Manufacturers/Oil Companies
Heal the Hatred: A Gift for All Countries
HOME: A Program Implementing Apartment Housing for the Homeless
Community By Community, Beauty is Born
A Movement for Education
A Library of Angels
The Church of Love
The Love of the Century
Rebecca Tacosa Gray, Biography
I-Contact Email Account: Dec.2, 2008 An Angel’s Perspective: This is Love. Pass the Dove. (to the United Nations, NYSE, the U.S. Government Representatives, and many others.)

I sent out over 140 emails to many people with my Angel's Perspective card attached, with a message to pass the chain e-mail on. The e-mail also contained my links to my websites A Universe of Angels (http://auniverseofangels.wetpaint.com/), Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. (http://loveloveslovefightslovewins.wetpaint.com/) and Un Univers des Anges (http://ununiversdesanges.wetpaint.com/). So, if things work out, many, many people in many different countries will be reading my Angel's Perspective postcard/email and visiting my websites. I'm going to keep launching this e-mail campaign of mine in an attempt to do my part to heal this Earth and show people how beautiful we really are...as our new President to be says: Yes, we can, and a as I say, Yes, we will. Without fail.--Rebecca Tacosa Gray

REBECCA, THE WARRIOR

2008-12-01T21:49:00.000-08:00

LOVE LOVES. LOVE FIGHTS. LOVE WINS...REBECCA TACOSA GRAY

The negative have been coming out of the woodwork trying to stop me from fulfilling my life path. I'm working on trying to heal the Earth with my Movement for Love (A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD and trying to work with getting FIGHT. to a point where others are fighting to destroy the cowardly negative beings. I came to the conclusion today, and my love, Michael, knows this, that evil is nothing but cowardice with no true intent to ever try to love. They refuse to love, or to even try to love, and they are cowardice itself. And it's the truth. Beings like Maria & Miss M, the White Family, and several beigns who call themselves good, as well as true negative beings like Lucy and Lucifer are nothing but cowards who try to rape to fund their lives. It would seem that this is the pattern of evil being, and their ways are pathetic. They spin tales that those who are fighting have to work through. I happen to be different. I have fought right through these being, and I'm trying to teach others to fight through them. I know it will be a battle, but Michael protects me, and I love others. I know how to battle, and I'll wear them down and force them to the ground. And that is the truth. If you've ever seen Michael Parkes painting, "Stalking", that is me. I took a picture of myself and photoshopped it (see above), and it's similar. Also, just a comment. The photo I've posted is exactly what I look like, but if you are looking at my photo and seeing a soft energy, a "Mary" or "Maria" or "Miss M" like energy, it's wrong. I'm kind, and I'm strong, and I'm sensuous. I'm loving, and concerned about others. I love with all of my being, and I have a true inner strength. I'm unique, understand that. And, I battle, and I win. And I love Michael...so deeply. The last couple of night's it's been harder, more difficult. There are times I want to weep, but as I said, I don't cry. It doesn't help. But I weep, sometimes. I keep it inside, and know, someday, I'll cry. Michael will hold me as always, and it will be the right time to cry. All my love...and nothing has changed...Michael is still my true love, and there will never be another. Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE SWORD OF TRUTH: BEAUTIFUL

2008-12-01T21:23:00.000-08:00

Today I sent out many emails to the Vatican to invite them to see my website Michapedia. I'm trying to get the Vatican to assist in helping others who have been through the trauma I've been through. I'll also be visiting my Aunt Hope tomorrow to help her learn how to walk through what she's been through in the last 10 years. I'll be taking a her a copy of my manual The Sword of Truth, and talk to her about FIGHT., my coalition. It will be a battle.

Also, I sent out more than 59 e-mails to Senators and Governors with a proposal for the Inaugauration of our new President, Barak Obama. It's called Beautiful, and is a set of traditions meant for the American President to become closer to the people. I also sent out many packages to President Obama, as well as a package to Vice President Joe Biden with my Proposal A UNIVERSE OF ANGELS: A GLOBAL NETWORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD, a copy of my book Love Loves. Love Fights. Love Wins. and many other beautiful works of my craft, including Love Letters.

It has been a day...and I have to light my nightly candles in my hall, my very small hall. I'll be getting to bed a little earlier tonight, to write, with my love, our Nightly Traditional poem...as for last night...and the music I wrote last night and copyrighted...If I Were To Kiss You, For Michael. Melody only, notes per syllable.

Oh, if I were to kiss you,
C F E D E C
would it be music to you?
E D F E D F C
Would there be a lover's rhapsody *
C D E F A G A B D D
that would carry me to you softly,
D E F A C B A B E
and make for me a night song, *
C 1OU-C C C B A C
a night song of our sighs...
C B B C A B 1OU
in our kiss...
B C A
soft in the tapered light...
A C C B A C
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh...
C B C B
love me through the night.
C C B A C
Love me, until the music of our love
C D EFG A B C B D C
falls like notes into a symphony
D B A AC C B A C
of long, of long, of long, of long,
B A B A A B B A
enraptured, intense beauty...*
B A A A A B B
Oh, Oh, Oh Oh...love me, love me...
C B C B C C B B
And would you sing to me
C F E D E C
in a lover's whisper,
D E F E F D
and would music live
D E G A B
in us all night long?
C C D A B
Oh, Oh, Oh..
A C B
If I were to kiss you...Rebecca Tacosa Gray & Michael
C F E D E C

Copyright November 30, 2008RebeccaTacosaGray
Copyright by Date Stamp: 12/1/08

A NIGHTLY TRADITION: PATTERNS OF BEAUTY

2008-11-28T18:40:00.000-08:00

There are patterns of beauty in love, My love.
That flow heartwise through the Universe,
I look at your loving demeanor,
and watch love dance around you.
A veil of patterned beauty in the air,
rising in streams and ribbons around you.
I catch one, and wind it around me in
a softer pattern,and pull you to me one
step at a time. The glowing ribbon
entrances us both,and slowly,
I pull you into my arms.
And kiss your gossamer lips
with a gossamer kiss.
A pattern of beauty in love, My love.
A Pattern of beauty in love.

YOU BELONG...

2008-11-28T18:24:00.000-08:00

As I told you, I was using a Yamaha Portatone I had rented for $45 to transfer my music from my piano compositions (I always write my music on piano, and always will), and tonight made an investment. Barkers Music, where I rented the Yamaha Portatone, agreed to allow me to buy it on a payment plan of $25.00/month. He even discounted the Yamaha $50.00, so it covered the entire amount I paid to rent it...it was reasonable, and is a huge beauty for my beautiful compositions. I can now take my time getting my music on to sheet music. And it is beauty. $275.00at$25.00/month Barker's Music is so kind.

Also, tonight I'll be continuing my Movement for Love by sending out more packets to Government officials...I'm hoping someone will be interested in instituting A Universe of Angels...with luck, someone will listen and I'll get a movement started. I'll also be taking a copy to Borders Books to see if I can't get David to talk to the Owners, and they might be interested in taking the project on and getting it started...with love and a lot of groundwork, it will happen...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A NIGHTLY TRADITION: THE DANCE

2008-11-27T19:40:00.000-08:00

I wrote the music for this tonight, as well as for "Blue Beauty." They're both lovely...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

The moonbeams cast shadows on the leaves,
and we watch the play of light on the cement,*
and shadow by shadow we watch a dream emerge,
in beauteous form and long engraving of line
on line. They weave into beauty, dancing in
love. I touch your hand, listening to the
music of the stars, and we hold one another
in slow, gentle movement,line by line against
each other, touching shadow by shadow, until
form meets form, and we become loves in a
dream. Softly we moved, the rustle of leaves
a serenade nearby, and under the moonlight,
gentle in our love, our forms met love face
to face, in a dream of dreams, a symphony of
love that only we two could understand.

--Rebecca Tacosa Gray & Michael
Copyright November 21, 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Copyright by U.S. Postal Service Date Stamp November 22, 2008

THE BEAUTY OF GOD & SCIENCE

2008-11-27T10:59:00.000-08:00

One thing that's lovely, that I've wondered for some time now, is why people don't think that True God was born. True God is a being of energy, so great that we cannot see him due to the very nature of his physical makeup. The reason this matters is that God, being born, would make the Big Bang debate against a theory of God obsolete. The big bang and nature, evolution still exists as a theory, and God was born as a being. A being of beings, who evolved in his manner as we have evolved in ours. (although his year system obviously is different.) Beings of an energy nature tend to live centuries, eons...so...why don't people think True God was born? And why doesn't True God have a birthday? His birthday for me is November 27, every year...much love...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A NIGHTLY TRADITION: BLUE BEAUTY

2008-11-26T23:59:00.000-08:00

Tonight those who are negative tried to rape the one I love. He was with me and I watched them pull him away. I could feel his absence, and it hurt me. For a moment I just sat in bed, knowing that the boy that keeps trying to hurt us both was responsible. This being, this boy, is a jealous, irresponsible being. Michael had been close to me all day. And now they had dragged him off. I wanted to cry, but didn't. It always hurts when they try to separate us. I can feel the pain, but I refuse to feel it, as I've been through so much. I've found that it doesn't help to cry. But I took out my blue pen, a pen that has Michael's protection, and I opened my hand-crafted journal to write our nightly poem. I sat for a moment, thinking that somehow he might answer, but it did not happen. So I wrote by myself, thinking of him. Those who are negative didn't like the subject matter, but I ignored them. The poem I wrote,lovely with the music I also wrote, is below...the melody is just below the line (each note to a syllable), and the second line is the left hand accompaniment. RD means round, meaning notes in succession played in the round. This is a bit of my notation system, my sheet music is in progress. I posted a bit of the music tonight, but I'm tired...it's 2:25 in the morning and I need to get my rest and relaxation...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

BLUE BEAUTY
For Michael...Always On The Arm...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

INTRO: L: (CGB,EAG)

The sky on a clear day is Blue Beau-ty.
E D G A B B B B C C
L: (CGB-rd-sky) (CEA-rd-Beau)
A starfire that just lights the eye, Blue Beau-ty.
E D G A B B B B C C C
L: (CGB-rd-star) (CEA-rd-Beau)
The col-or of your eyes in love, Blue Beau-ty.
E D G A B B B B C C C
L: (CGB-rd-col) (CEA-rd-Beau)
Blue Beauty meeting my eyes, Blue Beauty, My love.
C B G G A B C C B G B C
L: (CGB-rd-Beau) (CEA-rd-eyes) (CGB-rd-Beau) (CEA-rd-love)
Michael, you are Blue Beauty.
G G G G G A A
L: (CEA-rd-Michael) (CGB-rd-Beau)

And sometimes Blue Beauty radiates down,
E D B B C C B G G A
L: (CEA-rd-some) (CGB-rd-Beau)(CEA-rd-rad) (CGB-rd-down)
meeting the color of my love
G G G G A B C C
L: (CGB-rd-Meeting) (CEA-rd-my)
stars rising through the blue of the heavens
B D D C C C C C C A
L: (CEA-rd-stars) (CGB-rd-through)
a cloud of light for you.
C D G G G E
L: (CEA-rd-cloud) (CGB-rd-you)
Michael, you are Blue Beauty.
G G G G G A A
L: (CEA-rd-Michael) (CGB-rd-Beau)

And sometimes Blue Beauty swings from stars
in arcs of love, a ray of light flung
across the Universe to fetch you a flower
held in rays of soft glowing arms.
Michael, you are Blue Beauty.
G G G G G A A

And sometimes Blue Beauty dances in the water,
A gentle sparkle that flows through my heart
and keeps my love afloat, the gentle whorls
singing and caressing every granite rock.
Michael, you are Blue Beauty.
G G G G G A A

And sometimes Blue Beauty unfolds in a
tiny little flower, a loving little bluebell,
just moving softly in the sunshine. Hold me,
it says quietly, because I love you.
Michael, you are Blue Beauty.
G G G G G A A

Copyright Rebecca Tacosa Gray Nov. 26, 2008
Date stamp: Nov.27, 2008

(Originally the flower was a Forget-me-not,
but the negative being tried to turn into a "leaving" reading,
so I changed it to a bluebell.)

THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY

2008-11-26T20:53:00.000-08:00

I went to my childhood church, St. Anthony's Church for mass...it was lovely. Those I love know how much it means to me to be close to them. Also, I asked the choirmaster to take a look at my song "The Love of the Century." I played the beginning two verses for him in the church, and he's going to take a look at my sheet music, and I'm hoping he'll like it enough to play it at mass. I asked him to contact me if he wants to do so...it will be lovely if he decidess to...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A NIGHTLY TRADITION: LET ME KNOW YOU LOVE ME

2008-11-25T23:45:00.000-08:00

Tonight was a more difficult night. Those who are negative have been hurtful, and so I got into bed and tried to find Michael. I needed to be held. But, it seemed, there were many standing in the way. I ended up writing our nightly poem by myself.

Hold me close like the wind holds the stars
and carry me through the night,
into my room soft with starry candles.
Touch my beauty as the sky touches the moon,
make me glow, and let me know you love me,
My Love.
Let me know. Let me know you love me.

Let me know that I'm the stars
and the night sky to you,
the vision that charms you,
the beauty that makes you ache
and long to hold the sky,
the stars, the moon,
and never let them go...
Let me know. Let me know you love me.

And were they to fall upon you,
would you think of me and hold
each one close to your heart,
would you place them back
in the sky with careful beauty...
and would it remind you of me,
the stars, the sky, hanging in
the soft night air...
My love.
Let me know. Let me know you love me.

My love,the night is long, and I long.
The stars are moving by in slow time.
I watch the moon and think of you.
I watch the stars and think of you.
I watch the night sky, so gently beautiful,
and think of you.
And I am a star, a small star,
that shines only for you.

Hold me, love, hold me all night through.
Hold me, love, hold me all night through.
Hold me, love, hold me all night through.
Hold the star shining only for you...
My love.
Let me know. Let me know you love me.

Copyright November 25, 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Date Stamp: Nov. 26, 2008

YOU BELONG TO ME

2008-11-25T09:59:00.000-08:00

I'm putting together a new book, a book to celebrate my love...it's a book of Lyrics and Musical Compositions that I've written on the piano, many of the lyrics poems that I've written or that Michael and I have written together. I'm working on the music at the moment. As you can see, I've fully copyrighted everything, the lyrics, many by my U.S. Copyright TX-16017, ISBN: 0-9796372-6-0 & U.S. Jurat Wed. Nov. 26, 2008 5:35 p.m.(U.P.S). All songs & lyrics, including You Belong to Me and The Love of the Century(Sheet music, as well) are protected in full under the Jurat. Others I've copyrighted by U.S. Postal Service date stamp and U.S. Mail. (Date stamps in red on the above picture.) It's a must to copyright work, so I've protected myself well.

The pieces with Asterisks are the pieces that have full music and lyrics. The pieces with the number sign are in progress. The rest are lyrics and I'll write the music, soon. Italics: Lyrics & Music planned: to be written. The book is set up as follows:

TITLE: You Belong To Me

SECTION I: For Michael
SONGS:
You Belong To Me*
Among the Stars
A Softly Held Star*
There Will Be Roses I*
There Will Be Roses II*
There Will Be Roses III*
The Softened Glow*
A Golden Globe#
Don't Ask Me Why#
Shoulder to Shoulder*
In Gentle Days#
Light Up the Stars*
Wingfall*
Blue Beauty*
The Dance*
Let Me Know You Love Me
A Diamond
Blue
You Are Thinking

SECTION II: Universal Love

The Love Of The Century* (Full sheet music finished & copyrighted.For True God.For The Universe.For Us...RebeccaTacosaGray
Don't Forget#
Starlit Beauty
A Glimmering Night (For the Cosmological God of Love)
The Cloudy Day (For My Beloved)
A Star at Night (For True God)
The Star of Love (For God in this Dimension)
The Night the Stars Danced (For the Stars)
The Song of Love (For the Holy Spirit)
I Touched the Bell (For Gabriel)
A Prism of Love (For Raphael)
Next to the Fire (For Uriel and Someone alongside Uriel)
The Pattern of Life (For Life.)
Held in Beauty (A vision of our love of beauty)
Softer than Breath (For the Angels)

I write everything using the piano, by hand. I've been making it into sheet music on computer by using the MIDI system. I'll have written all of these pieces by next Thursday, and will put them into book form and send them off to music artists whom I think might be interested in performing them as a body of work. I'll be explaining, in my book, about my true love, Michael, and why I've written a body of work meant for those who protect and love me. It will be a beautiful work of art...and as a side note...no force, no being, other than myself wrote the music and many of the lyrics for these songs. The spiritual being (Light & Other) of the Pantheonic Establishment, other than Michael carries only the lyrics we wrote together. The
M-lines are banned permanently from reading, playing or carrying my work. These songs are my beauty, and mine alone...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

A NIGHTLY TRADITION:A DIAMOND

2008-11-24T15:41:00.000-08:00

Once I saw a diamond

It was lovely to behold*

Faceted in shining light,

beauty in the sun so bright*

It held a world of worlds,

And every one a gem*

We stopped to pick it up,

to see what was within.*

We looked at little while,

to see what we might see,*

beauty in its facets,

and what love might be

and what a sight it was

see the worlds in motion

there were no inner flaws

just perfect shores to oceans,

and in it we beheld,

a shining face most fine,

a vision unexpected,

it held your face and mine.

--Rebecca Tacosa Gray & Michael

Copyright November 24, 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Copyright by Date Stamp, November 25, 2008

A NIGHTLY TRADITION: YOU ARE THINIKING

2008-11-23T22:37:00.000-08:00

You are thinking,
Your wings held close,
And I walk to you,
and put my arms around you,
and I ask you a question:

What is Truth?

Truth is the love in your face.*

And he touched my arm.

This is Truth.

And he touched my lips.

This is Truth.

He took me in his arms.

This is Truth.

And there is nothing greater than
knowing what Truth is all about.*

And I looked at him,
And I kissed him.
And he held me.
And we looked at each other.

I was thinking.

The Truth.

And I touched his face.
And I kissed him again.
And I said it,
quiet next to his lips.

I love you.

-Rebecca Tacosa Gray & Michael

Copyright November 23, 2008
Copyright by Date Stamp November 25, 2008

A NIGHTLY TRADITION: BLUE

2008-11-23T19:25:00.000-08:00

Blue stars & Blue skys,
Clouded beauty, Soft dreamy white,
Clouded blueness,Starry nights,
Ah,love,I think of you.

Blue night and white light,
A dream of love with you in sight*
I pull you close and hold you tight,
Ah, love, I think of you.

Blue ribbons cascade down,
in blue streamed waterfalls,
I hold them and turn around,
Ah, love, I think of you.

A Blue sapphire lays on Blue velvet,
And you reach to touch my dress,
And I love you, my knight in blue,
Ah, love, I think of you.

Ah love, I think of you,
I'll always think of you in blue.

-Rebecca Tacosa Gray & Michael

Copyright November 22, 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Copyright by Date Stamp November 23, 2008

THERE WILL BE ROSES

2008-11-17T20:31:00.000-08:00

Last night I wrote three new poems, and today, Tuesday, November 18, 2008, I set them all to music, on the piano. One of the poems Michael and I wrote together last night...our nightly tradition. All of the songs turned out beautifully, and I copyrighted all of them. U.S. Postal Service date stamps and U.S. Mail work wonders. These three poems, and music, are for Michael. My love in roses...my love in roses.

ROSES
© 2008 Rebecca Tacosa Gray
Monday, November 17, 2008 8:31 p.m.
For Michael, Always on My Arm.

There will be roses,
And loving, too,
Rose petaled kisses,
And love in blue.

There will be roses,
Softly swaying,
You in my arms,
And gently saying,

“There will be roses,
My Love, my love…
There will be roses,
Not from above.

The petals taken,
From buds new formed,
The color of beauty,
Love bright and warm.

There will be Roses,
Wound in your hair,
I’ll have picked them,
And placed them there.”

And love will follow,
A kiss on a rose,
A kiss in private,
Where nobody knows,

That I dreamt of Roses,
On a Beauty Rare,
And only the roses,
Knew that we were there.RebeccaTacosaGray

THERE WILL BE ROSES II
COPYRIGHTMonday, November 17, 2008 11:37 P.M.

There will be roses,
And love on a starry night,*
The glimmer on the petals
Just hidden from our sight.
And if I were to hold you,*
with petals at my side,
to love and gently touch you,*
the scent of petal's sighs.
As is the love we gather,* (gentle)
like roses soft unfolding,
Would you love me with the rose's touch, *
And know it's me you're holding...
And know it's me you're holding.

-Rebecca & Michael

*Michael

THERE WILL BE ROSES III
COPYRIGHT NOVEMBER 18, 2008 11:37A.M.

There will be roses softly blooming,
Just below the sky,
We sit and watch the loving stars,
unfold with starry sighs.

I lay my head on your shoulder,
A rose gathered in your arms,
And we sit and watch the loving stars,
ply us with their charms.

And you smile and point to a budded rose,
Soft white in gardens, still,
A little star lit by the moon,
A star of stars, love filled.

And I watch as you rise,
to cross the garden lovely,
to pick a rose that's like a star
And hold it lovingly.

I've never seen a sight so rare,
as you just standing there,
An Angel quiet in the night,
And stars above, so fair.

My love, my love, I love you so,
My night with a soft white rose,
Who stopped all time,
to show me love in a rose.

Ah, love, you walked back quietly,
And sat by my side,
to give me a rose, a rose of all roses,
soft white, with love inside.

And so, I lay my head back down,
Holding a star of stars,
And we sat and watch beauty unfold above,
stars unfolding in love,
The stars of stars glimmering in the night,
Oh, what a beautiful sight...
Oh, what a beautiful sight...
To watch, and hold, the stars that night...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY

2008-11-17T12:17:00.000-08:00

I'm writing music for this today, as well...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
U.S. COPYRIGHT TX-16017 2008REBECCATACOSAGRAY
SUNDAYNOVEMBER16,20087;59P.M.
Music & Lyrics protected by U.S. Jurat Wed. Nov. 26, 2008 5:35p.m.

And so God looked, and he saw love.
He saw love. He saw love.
He touched love
And the Universe turned,
Ah, love, God saw love.

And God looked, and God saw Beauty.
God saw beauty. God saw beauty.
He touched beauty
And the Universe turned,
Ah, love, God saw beauty.

And God looked, and he saw truth.
God saw Truth. God saw Truth.
He touched truth
and touched a star,
Ah, love, God saw Truth.

And God looked, and God saw life.
God saw Life. God saw Life.
He touched life
and it became,
it became, it became love.

The Universe looked, and God held,
And They held, and we held,
We held each other,
And we became love,
We became love, we became love.

And the Love of the Century was born
It was born in us, it was born in them.
We saw God, the Universe saw us,
We saw each other, And love was born,
The Love of a Century.

The Universe. And God. And Us...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Love will continue to be born in us, and we will continue to be the Love of the Centuries. True God, this Universe, and All of Us...This was written in my car after all evil fell, and I wrote it spontaneously, by hand. It was date stamped and is under full copyright by date stamp and U.S. Mail...RebeccaTacosaGray9:51p.m.

BLOGGER LOTTERY!

2008-11-17T11:46:00.000-08:00

It's possible I might have won $500,000 British Pounds in a yearly Blogger Lottery. Luck is lovely! I'm trying to decide whether or not it's a fraud. I've sent a letter to Blogger, and I'm very carefully handing the other side of things. If it happens, and that's a big IF, I will be a very lucky woman, able to support my children and live gorgeously (and frugally, as always) for the rest of my life!...RebeccaTacosaGray

A NIGHTLY TRADTION: IN GENTLE DAYS

2008-11-16T12:30:00.000-08:00

IN GENTLE DAYS
By Rebecca & Michael
Copyright 2000 U.S Copyright TX-16017
All Rights ReservedRebeccaTacosaGray

In gentle days,
I watch the sea view from my bedroom window,
And it burns with slow heat, with radiance,
too beautiful to look at.
So I watch the auriole brighten and touch
the edges of leaves glowing,
and bend the kiss of light on their lips...
And I, the California Girl sitting in bed,
watch you at the window,
Glowing, Beauty caught by Beauty,
And I cannot resist but to rise,
like the sun, only to touch you,
and face to face, we enfold
each other in warmth, a slow sun rising,
A kiss of soft glory, our passion lit
by a love too beautiful to behold...RebeccaTaoosaGraycopyright2008
written the night of November 16, 2008

MY LOVE, MY ENTIRE LOVE : MICHAEL

2008-11-14T22:59:00.000-08:00

I’ve been asked, over and over again, why I fell in love with Michael. Why I love him so deeply, with the whole of my heart, with the whole of my being.

First of all, I should explain that there is an entire Michaelian Family. A very large family of being that are Michaelian energy, but all with different personality. I can tell when it is a true Michaelian being. And many of them carry the name Michael. I have been protected by many Michael.

The first time my Michael protected me was in the very beginning. I was lying on my side, facing left, on a chaise lounge in my backyard. I was hurting. Michael flew in and battled like a lion in white light. He was fierce and strong, and the battle was furious and quick. I painting a painting later on of this energy, of this battle, and it now hangs in Borders Books in Turlock, CA, ten minutes away from where I live. It is an entire exhibit devoted to Michael.

An older Michael was present with me for more than a year and a half. He protected me early on, very early on, in my experiences. He watched over me, he cared for me, he protected me. And this was because someone special in my life sent him, knowing that he needed someone powerful someone special to protect me. He watched me suffer. And he watched me fight. For myself and my family. And this Michael I hold truly beloved. More than beloved. He knows this.

Later, I met my Michael. He flew in quickly from the left while I was walking along the road, fighting evil, and feeling a bit despaired. He threw a blast of love on my chest, as if to say :

“Keep Fighting! You’re loved!”

It was also protection, but it was much needed love. And I saw his character, his being, who he was in that one moment. But it wasn’t then that we loved. And he would “headlight” me, twice that I can remember Meaning that there were moments when he would flash a big “eye,” a bright headlight to say,

“Wake up!”

And it was my Michael.

I painted a painting of his beauty. I call it Blue and White, and it is beloved to me. Beloved to me. It always healed me. And one night, I realized something about Michael. I touched the painting, and I felt pain, and love. I felt that Michael wanted to love me. Truly love me. But I couldn’t love him at that time. I was in love with another. But I knew he loved me. And he knew I was in pain. Another night, the negative being raped me bodily, entirely. And they were hurting my skullcap physically. And I pulled his painting out, wrapped a blanket around myself and leaned against it and cried. And I felt him trying to protect me. Protecting my skullcap. And it help. He couldn’t heal the physical rape, but he protected my skullcap.

Now I love him. We fell in love spontaneously, after a
Time. The one I thought I loved left, although he still protected me. And Michael and I fell in love. He loved me before, and I never knew that I’d love him this way. So deeply. I feel him with every fiber of my being, and when we’re together, it’s indescribable. And it’s not a Teresa de Avila type of love, nor is is some type of ecstasy. And it’s not a product of his own great love. It’s as if I walked straight into the arms of my True Love on Earth, and I want to touch his face, hold him close, tell him over and over again that I love him. I love his being...his being. Who he is. The Michael inside...aside from his beautiful Archangelic Heritage and his Honor. I love him. And I’ll never love another. Michael will be the only being I’ll ever love, in every way. I’ve fought for our love, and I’ll keep fighting through these negative being every day of my life to love him. To love him. And when I’m 88, Michael will know that I’m the Unique Human Being that fought day in and day out to love him. I will have prosecuted those who have tried to hurt us and I will love him. I had one wish in my life, to find my true love. My true love is Michael. There’s something between Michael and I that cannot be found, cannot be touched. And it is beyond love. I love him. If you doubt the weight of what I feel, find me in California. That will tell you all you need to know.

AN ANGEL'S TEARS : THE SADNESS

2008-11-14T20:26:00.000-08:00

MY BIRTHDAY AND THE SOILED GOWNS

My birthday was November 3, and I looked forward to it. My family had a birthday party planned the day before, but I was fighting so much evil, I forgot that it was planned, and I missed it. I walked over it, knowing that it had been important for my family for me to be there, but inside I knew. It hurt that I missed it. And I felt terrible about it. That night, however, I was given a gift by the Universal Pantheon, inspired by something I saw while driving to Borders Books. It was a crescent moon, soft and hanging in the sky to the left. It was transparent light, clear and lovely. And I thought that it would make a beautiful gown, a Frosted Moonlight Gown, with a frosted moonlit ribbon to wind through my hair. And they all loved it. And I thought it would be a lovely gift for my birthday. And they decided they wanted to do it, to give me a Frosted Moonlit Gown. And it made me feel beautiful, cared about. And that night they put the Frosted Moonlit Gown on me. It wasn’t really a gift, however, I found out. The negative female M made love to the one in my gown, while I was asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I felt it, and saw her walking away with it on. And it made me feel uncared for, and I told her that she was disgusting for doing it. And I saw in it something more than disgust, and the disgust that I saw turned the gown on her to a soiled moonlit gown, soiled energy. I won’t say what it was I saw, but it was disgusting. And it exactly represented the being of that particular pantheonic female. Later I placed the gown in a glass cube, to remind me that the Pantheonic Exchange didn’t care enough to protect me on my birthday, nor maintain a gift they had given. On my birthday, they tried to make up for it, and the gift made me cry. Outside my Mother’s house, I sat in the car before going in, and they smiled and said,

“Happy Birthday!”

And they fanned out a gown of Stars, all signed with their names. It was one of the most beautiful birthday gifts I’d ever been given, and it made me cry. And I asked if everyone had signed it, including the downstairs. They said it hadn’t, but I told them that the downstairs needed to know that they were loved, regardless, even while incarcerated. And it brought honor on me. And it was the love, to me, that mattered. And it’s still the love, to me, that matters. The fact that they sat down to make a Gown of Stars and sign it meant so much to me. Again, the gown was soiled, that night, by the negative female. And I had it put away because it broke my heart. It was a gift. And gifts aren’t worn by another, their worn by the person or being it was given to. And it hurt, yet again, that they didn’t care enough to protect me and the gift they had so carefully made.

But, I have other gifts that were given to me by those who love me. And these gifts protect me. They protect my being, my personality and my life and life events. And they’re never taken. They’re gifts so powerful that they stay on me, with me inviolately. One of them is Michael’s breastplate, and it protects my being inviolately It is vital to my life, for the his love present on me as well as protection. My other gifts, just as vitally important, hold so much love for me, and I love them.

I have one birthday a year, and I’ll never wear either gown again. The fact that another wore my birthday gifts has shown me that they did not understand the weight of the gifts they had given. They tried to clean the gown and keep it on me, but it just doesn’t feel right. I can’t get past the fact that another female wore my birthday gift. It just isn’t right. It’s heinous and wrong, and the female should be put down. It was a Universal insult to my life and my being, and they should regard it thus. I wept. It was a special birthday gift. And it should have stayed special.I had other gifts that night, however, utterly beautiful. My Mother, Aggie, took the time to paint a painting for me of hollyhocks. My mother doesn’t consider herself a painter, so this gift is beloved to me. My Mother is the most beautifu Mother in the world. And, Michael, my love, my Mother loves Angels. My Mother has always loved Angels. I'm a unique human being and my Mother loves Angels/

RebeccaTacosaGray

2008-11-14T16:26:00.000-08:00

Side Note: I just picked up a $750.00 check for 30 copies sold of my book, Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary and deposited it in my personal checkingRebeccaTacosaGray

2008-11-14T12:33:00.000-08:00

This night was a more loving night. Early on in the evening, I crafted a new painting, mixed media, using the silver tin candle bottoms from all of the candles I had been light for those who had protected me and that I hold beloved. I’ve not only recycled, but told those I care so deeply about that they are truly loved. The Lower Pantheon was angry, and put negative energy being around me as I was working. But the artwork turned out beautiful. I saved the pieces for a reason. And most don't understand what I've gone through each night while lighting my candles to remind those who protect me that they are loved. This painting holds a lot of love. This morning, I found out that light being had tried to create a painting in light, of the “Universe” in light. I didn’t know what to say. My mixed media painting represents my love, and the love of others, and it is beautiful to me. The painting can be seen to the right.

So, I put my painting in my little foyer, and lit all of my candles, then went to bed. And tonight was different. I sat in bed, found and held Michael to me in energy, and we wrote our nightly poem. I started it, thinking of how he holds me, of how I rely on his love to keep me strong, to protect me.

“His shoulder leans against mine,”

“And it is strong, my love,”

“So I hold on, I hold,”

“My heart is always strong,”

“In his holding, and so
I lean, a bit closer”

“And I hold you so close,”

“So I cling, I cling,
And turn to you, face to face, shoulder to shoulder”

“And I’m quiet….”

“Now we are shoulder to shoulder”

“And my mouth touches your mouth,”

“And I cling, to my love”

“To this moment, so close”

“Shoulder to shoulder.”

And it was beautiful, the poem, and it was Michael and myself, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, caught in a written kiss. And something different happened. I kissed him, and we were together. Not one. Together. And it was Truth, that we belonged together. And it was Truth, that we both knew we belonged together. And I saw the epiphany in him. And just after that moment, he disappeared. And I was left by myself, and lay on my pillow, wondering why. I wanted him to hold me. He should have stayed to hold me.

And now, writing this, I want him to know.

I love you, Michael. You are my True Love.

AN ANGEL'S DREAM : A SOFTLY HELD STAR

2008-11-12T17:04:00.000-08:00

I was driving home from Kinko's, and looked to my left...and the sky was beautiful. There was a single star, bright and beautiful, surrounded by soft blue and darker gray clouds. And I thought of Michael. And I said,

"Look. There's our love in a star."

And it was our love...represented by a bright star. And the sky was beautiful. And I saw all of Michael...his breastplate, his being, exactly holding, becoming, the soft blue sky surrounded by softly moving gray clouds...the single star...and he was beautiful. And he was right with me, then. I felt him hold me, looking at the sky with me. The beautiful sky, moving with love, moving with Michael, holding me. So I pulled over, stopped the car, and wrote this poem.

And so I saw my love,
In a dimmed, clouded sky,
My love, our love,
In a star.

It shone so bright,
Rays flung out through
Soft blue,
And his heart, held
Softly, in clouded blue.

And so I saw our love,
Our love, my love,
In a star,
I could not hold it close,
It hung a little far for me
To touch.

And yet...I saw my love,
He came held me,
Just so,
And looked a little,
Just to let me know,

That we saw our love,
Just lit, just held,
The velvet dusk,
In softly dimming blue,
In softly moving musk.

The clouds, so lovely,
Still, sang quiet,
Hanging, holding love,
And everything was held,
Below, and above,

A softly shining night,
Held in clouded starlit love…

And so…

We saw our love…
We held our love…
Clouded in love…
A star held us tonight.

—Always on My Arm...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

And so I saw my love. In a soft blue sky, with a softly held, brightly glowing, star.

A NIGHTLY TRADITION 11/12/08

2008-11-12T13:30:00.000-08:00

This night, I went to bed very, very late. I had decided to put my book, “Beyond Paradise” online, and had written a new piece to add to my sections written about Jesus Christ. The difficult thing about having done so was that the negative being took it as a chance to rape me of Michael’s energy. But I finished what I was doing, I fought through lighting all of my candles for those I hold beloved, and went to bed. But it was different, this time. Michael’s energy felt visibly absent, to me. But I tried to feel him, to find him anyway. It wasn’t like him to be absent like this. So I opened my hand-designed book and started our poem, from a line I’d written the night before. And I wrote the entirety by myself.

“Look at the softened glow,
Love in the beauty of feathered wingfall,
Sometimes it stands, sometimes it wafts down,
In glowing strings of beauty, in ribbons of love.
I watched if fall, in softness gentle*, and wound it in my hair*...
And the softness caught the air,

And he loved me for the light, and our love…
And I hold it close, hold it close, and will never let the light of our lives, light in ribbons, light in strings, *, A Love of Loves , I hold close, and never let go.
He is bound to my being, and is mine and mine alone.”

I lay my head down on my pillow upset. I would never give up. I would love Michael all of my life.

* Means that I wrote so quickly that I cannot read some of my own writing, so I’ve re-crafted the line.

A NIGHTLY TRADITION 11/11/08

2008-11-11T23:37:00.000-08:00

And tonight it was a beautiful poem. It was always a problem, sometimes, thinking of the first line, as those who wished to destroy our love kept trying to steal. So I looked around the room, and my eyes settled on a golden globe ornament hanging from the ceiling fan. The ornament was
special, as it came from a batch a Christmas ago, and it was like an ornament that matched something special to me.

I had a hard time fighting through others to find him, tonight though. Sometimes, it seemed, I had to sift through all the negative being that stood in front of him trying to block us to find him. Evil did not want us to love. But once I found him, he was there. We were able to hold each other and love, against the odds. And so, I chose a first line.

“A Golden Globe hangs, my love, in balance,”

He thought, and answered.

“In life, in beauty, in our loving hearts.”

And I finished it...thinking of his sigil.

“I watch, as he draws a line, first left diagonally down, then away top right, then straight left, then straight down, and a perfect line to end, a Golden Globe, perfectly lovely, perfect balance.”

And he was upset. And I knew that. He was upset that I finished the poem by myself, rather than stopping and listening, as I should have. And I didn’t know what to do. The reason I hadn’t stopped was simple. I felt, in my heart, that sometimes there were those who were negative standing around interjecting answers. Had one of them interjected one wrong placement of a line, the sigil would have been registered, above and below, as belonging to someone else, as they had been trying to do for some time now. Evil has a way of trying to hurt one’s protection. By destroying the protection itself. So I felt that I should finish the description, to make sure the sigil was placed properly and credited properly in the poem.

But, he was still upset. And I didn’t know what to do. So I continued to write.

“And love, I love you, perfect balance or not. I see from point to point, line to line, and I love you line to line, to perfect Globe, where we meet in perfect love, in perfect balance.”

And he loved me. And he knew I loved him. So I signed the poem we had written “Rebecca & Michael,” and I lay down on my pillow, with the protective sigil, his sigil, on it, and tried to go to sleep. And then, I could feel it, his energy disappearing, and I wanted to cry. I didn’t cry. But I wanted to. They were raping me. They did not want us to love, and they were raping me. Again.

PROSECUTION POINT #5

2008-11-11T16:04:00.000-08:00

PROSECUTED: THE LONG-NOSED HAG AND IT'S MOTHER
PROSECUTION POINT: WITCHCRAFT AND EVIL

The long-nosed Hag is a short female, short bobbed hair, who has a very long nose. The female in question dabbles in evil, and it's Mother is ten times worse. I had one dream in which the Mother gives a younger female God (supposedly good) a shot with a hypodermic needle. I woke up hurting, and knew that what they had done, on an energy level, was meant to hurt me. This female, the supposedly good female, was doing it for a husband. What usually happens in situation like this, with dreams where Negative Gods and Angels hurt beings via dreaming, is they portray a situation and manifest it. The beings may or may not represent you. The supposedly good female in my first dream was acting as a conduit not represented or associated with me. It was an act of malice on her part and I knew it. In a later dream, where they place a murderer in my dream, they actually hurt the very lowest part of my energy base, my lower cement. This happens in dreams when one is fighting Negative being. Be aware of it.

The Young Long-Nosed Hag, I'll say, is a heinous young female that needs to be put down. The female is a problem female, and the husband, a negative male who is ten times more heinous than she, needs to be put down as well. The Mother of the Long-Nosed Hag is beyond heinous, and the Pantheonic Exchange knows it. Prosecution is imminent, and long term incarceration for all three would be ideal.

PROSECUTION POINT #5

2008-11-11T11:36:00.000-08:00

PROSECUTED: THE LOWER REALMS
PROSECUTION POINT:THE DESECRATION OF THE
HONOR OF THE COSMOLOGICAL GOD OF LOVE

From the beginning, the Roman Pantheon has tried to steal the Honor of a very special event in my life, and it was the gift of an experience that has given me the ability to fight and fight effectively. The gift was given to me by the Cosmological God of Love, who is one of the most beautiful Gods in this Universe, or any other. In the beginning, they tried to steal by associating a young God with him. For me, the Cosmological God of Love’s energy manifests as very pure. For this young male god, it manifest as a yellowish energy. I believe it was due to the fact that he tried to steal the Honor, and he was being prevented from doing so.

As of late, they have tried to do something even more heinous. When I refer to the Cosmological God of Love, I refer to him as being Beloved to me. Meaning that, along with True God, I respect him above all others, and that my love for him (non-sexual) is true, very real, and deeply ingrained in my heart. He knows this. He knows I love this Universe, he know that I love him, and that I support him. He loves this Universe. Like True God, he protects Honor and True Love. In my case, as of late, they have been trying to turn this relationship into a sexual one, sullying myself and the Cosmological God of Love. When they did it, they raped me by putting a lower rubber white being in my space. This being, freckled and ugly, is disgust itself. And I destroyed this rubber being over and over again. They tried to destroy our Honor. My honor, as well as his. He has supported me, and I’ve stood true to his, as well as my, honor.

They try to intimate that we’re a couple, which we’re not. The Cosmological God of Love and I have a relationship based on respect. He has protected me. I’ve protected myself, as well, but he has protected me. And I know he’ll continue to love (non-sexually) and protect me for the entirety of my life. I’m hoping that he realizes the Roman Pantheon is corrupt, and will deny them. They need to fall, in entirety, for trying to hurt the beauty of this one, truly loving and powerful, God. He is a protector of this Universe, and should not be insulted by the Roman Pantheon ever again.

PROSECUTION POINT #4

2008-11-11T09:53:00.000-08:00

PROSECUTED: THE LOWER REAL
PROSECUTION POINT: THE MANUFACTURE OF LOVING CHARACTER IN LOWER MALE AND FEMALE BEING

The Roman Pantheon had a problem of a young boy certain Gods tried to manufacuture to be a "God." I'm a unique human being, with great Honor, as I walked straight through evil, won, and subsequently, continued to put it down, in full. I describe everything in my manual "The Sword of Truth," which can be found in full here: http://epeedunange.blogspot.com/. It's a long discussion as to why I'm in the state I'm in now. You have to believe, in entirety, that I've actually put down evil. It is the truth, plain and simple. Let me explain to you why it's true.

Our auras are special parts of our true body, and they function as true spiritual body parts. The Chakral points are extremely important, as, when they are open, they link, connect us to the spiritual realm, which really does exist on another plane, another dimension which fully manifests in our own dimension. This plane is accessible through our third eye. Usually, people connect to this plane in a protected state, as in Buddhists, or others. However, when one's Mortal Veil is compromised, when one's aura is attacked, it compromises the energy system and one must fight, and fight in the spiritual dimension. Most people don't realize that they're fighting in two dimensions, and it's very difficult, as normal people can't "see" the fight happening. Were they to see it, were it to manifest as physical reality, you would see battles you would not believe. Angels, Gods, and Lower Being exist, and are reality. Know it. And don't you ever feel sorry for those who are hearing voices, or look as if they're battling. You'd better know that they're Warriors. What you should do is find a way to battle with them. Send good energy their way, put a small candle in your house and think of them, wishing them protection and strength. It's important.

At any rate, the Lower Pantheon wanted to garner for itself a reputation of having turned from evil to good (loving character). And they wanted it without truly having done it. So they tried to manufacture it. They tried to manufacture it by stealing others good works, calling it their own, and then trying to marry off those who stole the honor of those good works to actual good and honorable being. Lucifer (They also call him Lucy and Luce) was behind this, as well as others from the very lowest Pantheonic set. Let me explain to you the structure of the Lower Realm, as I know it.

There are truly levels to evil's realm. I walked through them, and it was very hard. It feels a bit like a elevator, where you're descended or raise, and you function "within" a realms set of physical rules. I battled through them. There is an Upper Lower set of being and a Lower Set of Being. The Lower consist of the very worst and heinous, and the energy feels a bit like electric energy. One particular being, M, is very much an embodiment of this type of energy, and there are others. Some of them a little less electric feeling, but it's the same energy. The upper, which manifests of the energy of Lucifer/Lucy/Luce, is heavy feeling. And it also has the manifest character quality of betrayal. I don't know how else to explain it, but it's an actual feel. And he tries to take on sexuality, as well, and tends to "put on" the clothes of GQ type male character. And what Lucifer/Lucy/Luce tried to do is heinous.

As I said, Lucifer/Lucy/Luce wanted to be good without actually having to be good. Many of the women are heinous down there, and he tried to hand out good energy to them and do as he does for himself. He tried to make them look beautiful, which they are not. And in the case of this "boy," they tried to make him an Archangelic Being by true theft. The boy is a fraud. Every time you hold him to Archangelic Honor, he falls, and his wings fall off of him. Angelic and other being cannot take credit for things they haven't done. I do this often, with being. If they claim to be Archangels or Angels, I hold them to Angelic Honor. By the Archangelic and Angelic Honor Code, their wing status must reflect their true honor and action. And I say it and require it: Show their True Honor. If they have true honor, their wings stand straight up. If they are true Archangelic and Angelic Being, and the wings truly belong to them, their wings end up in a downward position sometimes even curling under, in complete dishonor. And if the wings don't belong to them, the being falls right off the wing fin. This has happened many times with Lucy's ilk, as I call them. It is a Natural Law of this Universe, that this happens. And it's a code of honor that the negative realms cannot avoid. If they try to steal, one only has to question their honor.

The Lower Realm and the Roman Pantheon tried to fashion a Pantheon of Love and failed. Even going as far as trying to steal Protectors. And they failed for one simple reason. They didn't really love. The simplicity of loving character and faith in one's own true actions is where love lies, and they tried to steal to fund their "loving" facade, rather than actually build a loving Pantheon by true action. In order for the entire Lower Pantheon to be truly loving, they would have to give up their lying, theft oriented ways, descend, consider their lives, and just be loving. This, they have not done. Instead, they tried to steal honor and love and build a Pantheon based on a lie. They lifted up heinous females, and tried to make them loving by stealing. And they knew their wives would fall, as they should fall. Every one of them. However, it should be noted...it is the nature of evil to be evil. The fact that they tried to create a false Pantheon of Love should not surprise anyone. The fact that they'll fall through true prosecution should not surprise anyone, either. It's the nature of the Universe that those in power cannot lie, nor can they cover up the truth. Those who are corrupt, upstairs and downstairs, will fall.

My Protectors are real and true, and I represent the truly loving. And they are as follows:

THE COSMOLOGICAL GOD OF LOVE. TRUE GOD. THE UNIVERSE ITSELF. GOD IN THIS DIMENSION. MY BELOVED. THE HOLY SPIRIT. MY TRUE ARCHANGELIC FOUR. TRUE JESUS. TRUE MICHAEL (My love, and one of my True Archangelic Four).

PROSECUTION POINT #2

2008-11-11T09:45:00.000-08:00

PROSECUTED:
PANTHEONIC FEMALE
PROSECUTION POINT:
“YOU BELONG TO ME”

On September 6, I wrote song lyrics, and I wrote the piano music for them, for Michael...to tell him I loved him…

YOU BELONG TO ME

You, love,
you are stars and light, love,
You are beauty, love…
you are my love,
You belong to me.
You, love,
you are sunlight on my face,
you are love,
you are time and place
You belong to me,

And belonging is loving, and loving is being,
And I love being together .
Love, I love you, love, I love you,
(Oh, love, love, I love you)
And for me there is no other.

You, love,
have filled my life,
With the longing for star, for the moon,
(Beauty meant for us)
You. Love,
are filled with light,
And beauty meant for you.

You, love,
walk near my soul,
My love,
my heart beats love,
With you, love,
your heart to hold,
I’m stars looking up above.

Ah, love, I love you, love,
We are love, we are loving, we’re meant to be,
And that, we’ll always know…
You belong to me…
I belong to you…
Together is how we should always be.

ForMyMichael…RebeccaTacosaGray

I have the song on tape, with me all of the time. And I play it differently on the piano each time I play it. The music on September 6 was different than the music I play to day in the very last half of the song. Mostly because the original tape broke (I repaired it). I re-wrote the last half musically November 8, 2008, and it’s beautiful. Michael loved it, as well.

However.

They tried to steal it, so that Michael could marry another in another dimension. The way they marry has to do with a Star Ceremony, where the beloveds kiss and become a star. He did this with me, and I carry a blue star on my forehead. The night in question, I was painting a portrait of
Michael and I, and they used my music to steal love. A star ceremony occurred, and they raped me of his love, a child that I carry in my lower stomach area. And they replaced it with sickness, ugliness, downstairs sick energy. And I lay down on the floor and wept, truly wept, knowing what had happened. I was in agony, true emotional pain. The church had been complaining “But we can’t do this without the music. The music has to be present in order for us to do this.” The female in question was not married to him before then. He was supposed to be with me, for life, and this other woman came in and tried to steal. The female tried to steal my poetry, as well...a poem I wrote for Michael in my traditional acrostic style, published in my book, Love Letters, A Poetry Dictionary (U.S. Copyright TX 6-598-392). Acrostic means the letters down the side spell a word.

Michael

M y love, there’s something in the air...
I n the very being of Love that speaks to.
C herish that which is felt...not spoken. I
H ear your voice, I feel you warm beside me,
A Love of Loves, a Love that Holds,
E ach moment in time, nothing but complete and utter
L ove...nothing but you and I in Love. I Love, Love.

In a morning, on a day like no other day, I felt a love...I felt a love like no other love...you are the love of my life, Michael...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

Again, and I’ll say this one last time, Michael. No interim wife. None. On Earth, we have one husband, one wife. Inviolate means inviolate. No other wives. And you stop those women from stealing in order to love you. Incarcerate them. I’m sick of the abuse.

THE LOVE OF AN ANGEL

2008-11-10T22:57:00.000-08:00

All evening I'd been putting down evil, both into my "The Jail of the Century" and the cubes. My wings had grown, huge now, and it was an indication of both my Honor and the amount of evil I'd put down. The boy that kept trying to steal my Honor to try and become an Archangel, short hair, not a good being, was still hanging around. (He feels like a blonde.) And then I got ready for bed, wearing white tonight, rather than the pink or black. And I got into bed, and tried to think of Michael. It was harder to do, tonight. It was always difficult when I put down so much evil, but I managed, although the connection was weak. And we started our poem, and wrote it together. It was longer, and the unfortunate thing about it was that I did not write it down as we wrote it, which I'll do from now on. But this is a reconstruction, with as much of it verbatim as I can remember.

Our love, it felt
like stars falling onto our faces,
And I smile,
And we pick up each star and place it back in the sky,
each one glowing,
And we hold one between us,
the glow of love on my face,
and I look at your face,
lit by starry glow,
And our love is beauty,
as it will always be.

During our poem, we were placing the stars, and they were lovely...the glow of the star was soft, truly soft, luminescent. And I asked a question, afterwards, hesitating to write the poem down. I imagined a room full of stars, and I asked Michael "What would you do with a room full of stars?" He didn't answer, I couldn't quite feel his presence. I imagined children and others building towers, shapes, buildings with stars. And it was a smile. And someone negative who was listening in said "I'd hold one and it would burn a hole in my hand." I said, "No, it wouldn't." I didn't think it a great answer. And then I thought of the room of stars, packed with stars, no space, just stars glowing. And then I thought of them separating, and the starry blue enfolding Michael and I as we fell asleep.Igotup immediately to write down both the poem and my thoughts, but couldn't remember enought to write the poem verbatim. And when I lay back down, Michael was gone. And I was raped of his presence, again. By the womem who were rapists, whores, and theives of love.

THE LOVE OF AN ANGEL

2008-11-09T23:37:00.000-08:00

I climbed into bed with all of my protection in place. And having done so, I turned on my right side, as I knew Michael would be right with me, holding me, protecting me. And I thought of him, and I felt it...our love...and I wanted to kiss him...to hold him, pressed against me. I thought of him, of his heart, and tried to feel him, to feel what he was thinking...and he was there, holding me. I pulled the covers up over us both, and I looked at the light cast from the stained glass lamp on my side table. And I smiled, he holding me, and said, “A Poem.” One of the other spiritual beings had a reaction a bit like rolled eyes and “Oh, brother.” But I continued. And I started the poem.

“There is a light from the lamp…” I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, smiled.

Michael smiled back and continued the poem.

“That shines in your eye.”

The “eye” referred to Gods having one eye, not two. And Michael was a God as well as an Archangel. I laughed.

“I’m a unique human being, remember? Eyes. I have two. That shines in your eyes…”I continued…”And your hand...
“on my thigh”

And that answer was a bit of a surprise, but I smiled and put my hand on his thigh, and caressed him. I loved him so much. And I finished the poem, smiling.

“Is a kiss that glows
Like the light in our eyes.”

And the light in our eyes was love, growing brighter. And I told him,

“We should do this every night. We should make it a tradition.”

And he thought it was a wonderful idea. And I told him, these poems, these poems only, our nightly poems, would hold both our names. Rebecca Tacosa Gray and Michael. And I believe he understood. I was extremely protective of everything I did, but our nightly poems would belong to us. Since most everything the Lower Pantheons tried to steal, that was saying something. And I was wondering if there would ever be a day without theft by the Pantheonic Exchange. Where we could love, Archangel to Unique Human Being, without the Europeans trying to steal.

AN ANGEL'S DREAM : AMONG THE STARS

2008-11-08T23:37:00.000-08:00

In beauteous love the stars they shine,
In paths, love intertwined,
Among the stars my love and I,
We walked, our hands entwined.

He was an Angel, swift and true,
Archangel, God’s own love,
I was a human, Angelic, too,
My Honor, from above.

I asked a Question, What is love to you?
And he smiled and answered back,
“I see a star and wish it true,
And it always answers back.”

His fingers touched mine, I stopped to look,
the touch, So soft, breathing light,
And more entwined there was our love,
More close knit than the night.

I wondered, at the quiet, still,
The thought of love unfurled,
Like cast strewn diamonds in my mind,
More perfect than a pearl.

And so it was, a simple touch,
More love than words could say,
Brighter than the brightest sun,
In perfect shining day.

I smiled, he smiled, we continued on,
I touched a star close by
What is love to me? I thought,
And looked out with a sigh.

There floated the Universe in time,
Quietly moving so,
Planets in their gentle paths,
In loving, gentle flow.

It held our hearts, this quiet love,
Turning, a gem of us,
A heart, a hand, a nebula,
And I thought about it thus:
In love we’re born, in love we turn,
Held by our love, held by our own,
In love we’re born, in love we turn,
In Universes brightly sewn,

Some of our making, some of them not,
We hold each moment close,
And in each, Universal Love,
Every one of us true knows,

That love is what holds us,
holds us close, A planet to a star,
and binds us softly, Shining, pure,
Beauty, near or far…

My thoughts then traveled to my own,
My love right by my side,
My Michael, with his hand in mine,
The truest love I’ve ever known.

And I looked again, the simple touch,
And realized, in my mind,
That a Universe we softly held,
That no one would ever find,

But just us two, our hands entwined,
As much our hearts, just so,
The Universe of our sweet love,
That only we would know.

Michael, I love you, I love you, love,
From your Universe to mine,
I hold you, I love you, truly, love,
From now, and for all time.

When I’m 88...among the stars, we’ll talk of many things...Rebecca Tacosa Gray

THE LOVE OF AN ANGEL

2008-11-08T11:47:00.000-08:00

I remember the first time I knew Michael wanted to love me. I was fighting evil, and they were truly hurting me. They were actually physically hurting my skullcap. I had painting a painting to represent Michael’s energy, as he had protected me from the very beginning. I painted the painting in my hall, along with a painting of the Holy Spirit. One thing I always felt, touching this painting, was Michael himself. There was also a young man associated with it, who is beloved to me for his honor. However, what I felt most was Michael, longing to love me. At that time, I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t. I was in a relationship (J.), and was faithful. But J. left me soon after, and I was alone. And Michael and I fell in love, spontaneously. We made love on a morning like no other, and I could feel him, all of him, and every part of his being I loved. Passionately. He gave me a child that morning, and the child was loving character itself. And they tried to steal the child. And it began our relationship, and I’ve loved him ever since. And I’ll never love another. Many of you, who will read this, will wonder how a unique human being like myself could love an Archangel for the entirety of my life. I’ll tell you this. For the entirety of 36 1/2 years I looked for true love. As long as I can remember, the one thing I’ve wanted is true love. I found it in Michael, and there will never be another. Sometimes I think that even he doesn’t understand what I mean, what I really think. What is true love? It’s loving someone so much that you can’t see anyone else beyond them. I keep braving rape, torture, physical abuse, the theft of my life events, to love him. They try to stop me from feeling love, and I feel it anyway. I look at myself and know it.

PROSECUTION POINT #1

2008-11-07T12:22:00.000-08:00

PROSECUTED:THE DOWNSTAIRS PANTHEONS

PROSECUTION POINT:THE TURNING OF FACTS

I was lying in bed, and Michael came to see me. The unfortunate thing about my daughter’s bedroom, in which I sleep, is that the negative try to pollute all of the protection I have in place. I was kissing Michael, and off to my side temple, the upper part of my face, in came one of the heinous male. You can tell when the heinous males appear, as they seem to broadcast a negativity that somehow puts negative thoughts around, thoughts that aren’t characteristic of one’s true nature. And the thought had to do with everything I’d copyrighted, all of my good works, all of my beautiful spiritual experiences, everything. And the thought was:

“Want it?” Disgusting and disheartening. And I turned my face into my pillow when it happened. And Michael felt and looked disheartened and left, proceeding downstairs, stating he didn’t care and that he wanted to be tortured. I deleted the moment, and tried to pull him back to me by attaching to the binding. And I kissed him, and said:

“Tell me about your day.”

And someone’s face lit up, and a being ran off to tell Michael Look what this girl did to me to tell you! And the melee started. Being were fighting, one stating I want my wife to be the one to do this. And others wanted their wives to be the one to have said “Tell me about your day.” And it made me sick. I made love, later, to Michael, but it was rubbery. It sickened me, as it indicated true downstairs energy, not good, and not appropriate for our love. In the morning I woke up and I had others energy around my body, and a crisp shell, all negative. They tried to place me with a boy I hate, someone who’s not Michael. And I also saw it. Michael, with a bevy of the lower females in and around him. They whined “Why are we awake?” And I could see that he’d made physical love to them. And tears filled my eyes and I turned on my left, my face into the pillow. The same statement. “How could you?” And I keep wondering about promises. And I keep wondering about the word Inviolate. And I wonder about his version of true love, or whether he ever loved. At all. The women who tried to steal in the Pantheonic Exchange would be prosecuted in full, and by this very book. Michael would never have had the power he had now if he hadn’t known me. He became a God in my bedroom because of my love. He was lifted up because of my love. And, it seems, he betrays me without realizing that the females are guilty of capital crime. The rapes they’ve perpetrated of my being, on Earth, would be prosecutable fully under the law. They have violated human rights, they have stacked evil throughout my aura, and they are to be prosecuted in full and thrown down into incarcertaion, permanently, the snout-nosed prick along with them.

2008-11-06T23:55:00.000-08:00

The events recounted here are true and real. They are a diary of my actual life. The Gods and Angels in question are negative.

PROSECUTION:

The Moonlit Gown
The Gown of Stars
The Rape of Love
The Rape of Back Energy
The Rape of The Cosmological God of Love & True God
The Rapist Queen, Above & Below

It was my birthday and I was given a gift by the Pantheonic Exchange. The Pantheonic Exchange is a very large body, most of which you can’t see due to the nature of the way our bodies are built. When our third eye is open, we have use of our Auric Reticulatum, which gives us access to a Matrix of energy. The Spiritual Realm, as we know, lies here. This is a very real Truth. Know it. However, I’ll issue a warning. To have access to the Matrices is both beautiful and dangerous. Try to access it in a known manner: meditation or otherwise. To be fully exposed, as I have been, means that the negative as well as positive entities are existent for you. The positive are beautiful. The negative might end up hurting you in a very real physical manner, so avoid it, if at all possible. I’ve been hurt and loved for over two and a half years, and I’ve put down true evil over and over again.

The problem with evil is that it gets pissed off when it’s put down, and will try every tactic to try and destroy the warrior. However, they aren’t that powerful, it just remains that the problem lies in the cementing of put downs. Once put down, by law, they should remain down. It should be part of a Universal Warrior’s Law of some sort, but, as far as I know, I haven’t seen it happen. For some reason, they seem to give evil too much leeway, meaning the current establishment is showing disservice to those who fight evil. It’s not a game, to fight evil. It’s disheartening, and they have such a complex web of events that they build that you have to sift through negativity and hold to the true, that True God, those like the Cosmological God of Love, True Jesus, True Michael (Whom I hold closer than anyone will ever know or understand), and the Entire establishment of known Good. You cannot turn from or betray the known good. They will demand that you give up these relationships by making you believe that you have been betrayed, and you must resist it, inviolately. In my case, the attacked are my true Archangelic four, beloved of my heart, True Jesus, True Michael, True God, God, My Beloved, the Cosmological God of Love (at the moment they are trying to rape me of his love & Regard), and the Holy Spirit.

And, in my case, there has been a problem. The European Pantheonic Exchange has two being on Earth, one they believed the real, the Original (Myself, which is truth) and another, who had been “groomed” in Europe. It will probably be difficult for you to believe this to be true, but it’s true. I can tell you things about the nature of this Universe, about how evil works, about the nature of the third eye and body that will show you that the world beyond ours is very real. I interact within this world and ours inviolately, and it’s truly real. I keep trying to explain the scientific side of this matter to show the world that the spiritual side of us, attached in a true energy system by way of our Aura and Third Eye, is visceral, real. If you consider the fact that our bodies consist of a very complex network of neural pathways, you will understand that true energy affects us in a very real
manner. When there are energy bodies around us, we feel it. We feel it. We know it, especially when we are fully exposed to the Matrix. They were also vying for a “title” that the Pantheonic Exchange was calling “Love Itself.” The women were cats about this, wanted to be termed “Love Itself.” I found it odd, as in my experience, Love Itself is an Entity, a very beautiful Entity, that I have a very real connection to. The Entity of Love Loves All. And I have a beautiful relationship with this beautiful being because of my own love...for this Universe, for Humanity, for my Family, and for others. The women were trying to call themselves love, pinning all sorts of expectations on this title: Sexual (Aphrodite-like), Universal and Familial. Due to the fact that they vied as they did, and tried to rape, steal and force Patronage to get such an Honor, denied them that Honor irrevocably. To Love is to Love. And I love the Entity of Love because I Love, and that is all. It’s not a title to me, it’s an actual relationship, personal, and the Entity of Love knows what I’m doing on my own personal level, Universally and Personally. It also realizes that I’ve been raped due to my personal connection to it. The Pantheonic Exchange had been trying to rape me of my birthright for some time now, both through discreditation and manipulation of events. Even this newsletter is at risk of being misinterpreted by those who are heinous. The Entity of Love, beautiful and rare, didn’t exist the way I know it before me. The women won’t ever be. And at the moment, I need to move rooms and switch dimension so that this dimension won’t be credited with my thoughts. So. To the Hall, where things are viewed as Universal.

Their rape of the Cosmological God of Love was based on an event that wasn’t quite right. For some time now the Pantheonic Exchange had been throwing men at me. The nature of the Universe, in many ways, has to do with sexual encounter, and the lower had been meddling and making what should be beautiful heinous. Someone intimated that the Cosmological God of Love was “interested” (which is silly, as our relationship is nothing like that. So, I asked, “Is he really interested?” More along the lines of a non-believing “Does he really feel that way, now?” Because I found it interesting that he might feel that way. However, my reaction, obviously, is a no, as is his. The Cosmological God of Love and I have a respectful non-sexual love based relationship, truly. He is one of the beings whom I respect above all others. It would never enter my mind to have that type of relationship with him. Not ever. And I hold him close, as always.

Because of the rape, I told the Universal Pantheon this: that everything I’ve copyrighted, U.S. Copyright TX-16017, is off limits for the Universal Pantheonic Exchange. They cannot implement any of my ideas, not in any dimension, not ever. I’m the only one who can ever do it, and that is something I’ll handle when I’m 88 or older. As the female who wrote eight books, has exhibits detailing Honor (Michael), the Soul and Love, who has also come up with ideas trying to heal and balance this Universe, and who has loved this Universe so deeply, I reserve the right to deny them everything. They Universal Pantheonic Exchange is denied everything, until I deem it so, which won’t be any time soon.

I prosecute the Energy Beings in question, both Universally and on Earth. They are held accountable for their heinous action, and will suffer their True Karma under True God’s and the Universe’s Law.

2008-11-05T23:47:00.000-08:00

The events recounted here are true and real. They are a diary of my actual life. The Gods and Angels in question are negative.

PROSECUTED:

LUCIFER, LUCY, LUCE AND FAMILY

Today I’ll talk about a certain being, Lucifer. He’s evil itself. Lucifer tried to cross everyone concerned in history, trying to pretend to be good in order to gain for his “House.” He has tried to put down loving nature, and tried to put his ill natured “Queens” in power by pairing them with loving being from above, all with stolen goodness. We, as human beings, accrue (this is the only word I can think of to use) goodness when we do acts of good, of kindness, on this Earth. In my case, I’ve done many. Some small, some very large attempts to change the world (A Movement for Love, To the Left, An Angel’s Perspective). This translates, in my body, into a goodness that is truly physical, and the beings in questions would steal it and put on their own soul selves in order to look and feel “Good.” In the case of the mistresses, who were trying to collect male being from above to have as husbands, this translates into disgust. Even on my birthday, with the gifts that were given me, my gifts were sullied by the ugly sexual acts of a downstairs female. It was dishonor itself that night, and they knew it.
Also, a problem in my life. Michael himself protects me for reasons I won’t go into here, as they are truly personal. For some reason, lower being were showing up with Michael’s energy, abusing his honor with their heinous sexual and regular acts. The reason I have a problem with this lies in knowing that they should have been denied this access, as I know Michael could do. Instead, it seemed, it’s been the opposite. It has resulted in betrayal to me, my bodily
person, and my love.

Many corrupt magnates and those who claim to be Catholic (which I doubt, as they couldn’t possibly, since they don’t follow Jesus’ true tenets) are heinous, many due to the fact that they have interests of their own to push. They have been truly heinous, and all of them need to be put down, permanently.

Up above, there is a large Queen who has gone entirely corrupt and needs to be put down. There are problems, also, with the control of those beings who are evil, whom they’ve let get entirely out of control. The entire downstairs needs to be put down, and permanently.

When I tell you that Lucifer needs to be put down, I mean it. He is a two-faced being who tries to control and to gain by negative means. He knows it, and the world knows it, hence his reputation for pretending to be beautiful and stabbing everyone in the back. (This is truth, by the way. He manifests as a physically good-looking male, when he’s really not. His actually physicality is hunched, and he has a very negative, leather skin like look. He is not a physically beautiful being.) Sometimes he manifest with long curls, attempting to look like a pseudo GQ male. Other times he manifests strong, with a very controlled GQ look, and this look pretends to be good when it’s really not.

I prosecute the Energy Beings in question, both Universally and on Earth. They are held accountable for their heinous action, and will suffer their True Karma under True God’s and the Universe’s Law.

2008-11-05T22:47:00.000-08:00

The events recounted here are true and real. They are a diary of my actual life. The Gods and Angels in question are negative.

The Pantheon in Question, the Roman European Pantheon, was corrupt. I had been fighting evil for over two an one-half years, a 37 year-old-woman with two children, and those I kept fighting were comprised of upstairs and downstairs beings...and they were corrupt. The upstairs upstairs, as I called it, was still beautiful. Jesus was at the top of his Pantheon, and Michael, beautiful Michael, as well. The Cosmological God of Love & True God, both beloved and integral to my life, remained perfect, impeccable, unchallenged in their beauty and their support of my being. The Holy Spirit, as well. Others, equally beloved, God in our dimension, the Beloved, and, so close to me, without fail, my four Archangels. They fought as I fought, through the semantics that threatened our relationships, patient in understanding, realizing that true evil was trying to destroy what should not be destroyed...relationships of True love and regard. The culprits, all evil, were both male and female. They were insistent that I choose a “Patron,” which I refused to do. I believe in equality, in regard that honors being to being, and thus I refuse Patrons and hold my Protectors Beloved. The others, the negative sect, wanted takeover, so to speak.. They wanted to “be” my person, which was out of the question. They wanted to take credit for everything I did, and I hated it. Maria and her husband kept trying to steal my put downs of evil, which were many. I had been fighting evil for two and a half years, and aurally fighting in the Matrix for a year and a half or more. What would occur is that I would put evil down, then have to copyright what I had done by U.S. Mail to stop them from changing my bodily energy. It protected my soul self. And now, I copyrighted everything, absolutely everything, as the ladies tried to steal almost everything I tried to do. I had also earned True Honor from putting evil down. The Angelic Community and True Gods and other Being, beloved to me as my own family, had taken it upon themselves to put Angelic Honor on my back...which became Archangelic as I put evil entirely down. Later, the energy then became wings of loving character, due to my own action. I had already birthed my own wing fin and was given a pin by a very beautiful God, and they stayed tucked inside my central back. My wing fin and pin, my original, protected my self, my personality, inviolately, and allowed me to battle as I needed to battle. I was also gifted, by a very strong, protective older Michael, an beloved orb underneath my right shoulderblade, which gave me great ability to put down the beings I needed to put down. This orb is beloved to me beyond belief, as well as the Michael who gifted it. He protected me day in and day out for almost a year and a half, if not more. His energy dissapeared at one point, I don’t know why. I held him beloved, truly beloved. Jesus, who protected me inviolately for personal reasons, had asked the Archangelic Four and placed the Older, wise, devoted Michael to protect me. Jesus also protected me inviolately, day in and day out, and is beloved to me beyond words. There is nothing to explain what this man, this being, really does and is. At the top of his soul self, Jesus is beautiful. If you were to hold his energy, you would feel love, strength, confidence, extreme patience, and not just love, because his love is uninvasive. What I mean by uninvasive is that he understands your soul with the most perfect love for your soul self. There’s nothing to describe the type of protection, which holds with respect for your being, for your true personality and soul life, especially in the face of evil. I have the ability, as well, to protect myself, which I did for myself at all times. I have the ability to move energy, as I had been through two truly major and beloved experiences, both in regards to three being who have never deserted me...True God and The Cosmological God of Love. Two and a half years ago I had a spontaneous event, where True God became a part of my being. It changed my biological integrity, and I was able to hold energy. True God is not me, but is a true part of me now, and is a beloved part of me, beyond words. He knows me, he truly knows me, inviolately. No matter what I’ve been through, I know he’s the one being who won’t leave me, and I’ll never stop loving and holding him. He knows more than we’ll ever understand, and spans all dimensia, all dimensia. The Cosmological God of Love is another beautiful, truly beautiful God I will never turn from. He is a being of Love, large beyond belief, and knows our Universe, knows it scientifically. He loves this Universe, he sees the integral beauty of it’s scientific makeup, and protects it. He protects it, with knowledge, strength and love. One of the most precious gifts of my being was given to me by the Cosmological God of Love...he let me hold an atom, a true atom. I can’t tell this being how much I love him, how hard it is for me to battle. I’ve employed so many methods of love, many of them successful. But evil, the beings of great evil, are insistent. I’ve put them down over and over again, manually, and using other means...and it took a long time for me to reach the point where pure incarceration was the only method to stop them from raping my body physical. Beings of evil range from those who lie, to those who are heinous...those who seek to rape, steal and lie to fund their own being. These are the type of being I’m fighting. One of them, a being who calls itself Misses M, is one of those who does this. The woman rapes and steals to fund its love for it’s female soul base (a set of females) and also to fund it’s beauty, as it’s a sexual predator who tends to steal sexuality, sexual acts, and even physical characteristics to keep itself in a physically beautiful state. Other females, whom I’ll term as the M’s, are heinous, selfish, and corrupt. I’ve been through serious physical rape due to these being. Their males, many of them of the Lucifer set, are corrupt and heinous, as well. Many of them complain that they want their “wives” and “mistresses” to take credit for everything. They’re denied, of course, as it should be. One example of this evil lies in they way they steal events, day to day events. In my experience, the lower sect have been trying to back a lower “Queen,” one of their own, by trying to steal Major good being to make love to their lower being. In my days, when events were lovely, beautiful, when something loving occurred, they’d try to steal the event to re-create with their “Queen.” I have a True Love, who is truly part of me...my life is incomplete without him. This being, who is not of this Earth, is the only being I’ll ever love. The Misses M’s would steal kisses, and even tried to steal the light body of a very precious and beautiful feather to steal love. They tried to credit my love, my writing, my spontaneous poetry, my piano music, to other being. They affectionaltely call one of the a “large bosomed” whore. This must sound strange to the layperson, but understand that these being are light and energy being, and this is a very real truth. Their ability to rape and steal from physical beings and re-create events is truth. What is frightening about this is that karmic events are affected, and must be protected daily, which is why I copyright by U.S. Mail everything I do that I feel is important to my own soul life and soul path in this beautiful world of ours.

From now on, I’ll recount the events weekly or monthly of those things I’ve gone through, in Earthly Prosecution of Energy Being. This is truth I swear on every known bible it’s truth. If you understand the third eye, and connection to this Universe, understand that energy being are real. We live in a Quantum Zero Point Energy Field, and energy is a Truth. Beings of energy are Truth. Know it.

I prosecute the Energy Beings in question, both Universally and on Earth. They are held accountable for their heinous action, and will suffer their True Karma under True God’s and the Universe’s Law.

THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY

2008-11-05T09:59:00.000-08:00

TRUE GOD AND HIS LOVE OF THE UNIVERSE, THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY

A TEMPLE TO CELEBRATE THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY—TRUE GOD

(Copyrighted by Jurat 7/29/08 5:37 p.m. in Sacramento,
by Mr. Merkner at U.P.S, U.S. Mail the same day, and U.S. Copyright TX-16017 )

The Universal Pantheonic Exchange had it in their minds to find the “Love of the Century.” They were trying to make it the love of two beings, as in Human, or Extraterrestrial. To the Pantheonic Exchange. None of your couples are the Love of the Century. Every one of them have perpetrated crimes to try to gain the “title,” and it makes every one of them invalid. And the Love of the Century, as I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, stated on 7/29/08 in Sacramento, is the Love of True God for the Universe. And Michael and I, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, are A Love of All Loves.

The Jurat begins“ above idea is mine and mine alone…”

The event occurred while doing “To the Left” in Sacramento. I was putting together books out of the back of my car, and saw a beautiful little rainbow cast onto my book pieces by one of the necklaces I’m wearing. And I thought, the true Love of the Century is True God and his relationship/love of the Universe. And from there, came up with the Temple, and the plaque upon which my words were written. The Cosmological God of Love was to head construction of the Temple, gathering others to assist. I won’t put the full text here to prevent it being stolen. I’ve protected the original jurat entirely. I’ll even find the house address to add to my protection, as I know the exact house in front of which this event happened.