• The kids had fun carving pumpkins. (Sorry, no pics this time). Mama was irked, and sick and exhausted the next day. This pattern is getting old. Suffice to say, there is a significant shift happening, overall, but I can feel it in my life in particular.

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  • What major historical events do you remember?

    The first significant event I recall is September 11, 2001. It started out as any other day. We lived in Tampa, Florida at the time. My parents were still together; they, my brother, and I all resided together. In an apartment complex called St. James Place. I remember having friends that I got to play with frequently, as they lived in neighboring apartments. We were always “going on adventures” and playing in the Laundromat and the bushes around the corner from our unit.

    It being September in Florida the morning air had just started having a chill to it. The grass waking up to a morning dew. We got up and ready for school, and headed off to the front gate like every morning where the school buses would pick up all the kids for their respective schools. My mother, brother and I would walk as we were close enough to the front of the complex.

    The morning at school started out like every morning, we all arrived before the first bell range, and gathered on the front lawn around the flag pole.  As it was getting frosty, someone inevitably tried to stick their tongue to it. Most of the time it didn’t work. The bell would ring and we’d all line up in our classes to be met by our teachers. Tampa Palms elementary was a good school. I enjoyed my time there.

    We get to class and get settled in, kids are finishing some of their breakfast still and the teacher is getting the stuff out for her lesson plan for the day. Class begins as usual. I don’t remember getting to the first recess before the principal comes in and whispers to our teacher. Then we go outside and when we come back in we’ve got coloring pages on our tables and an instruction to color quietly. All the while all the teachers and aids are silently watching the classroom televisions.

    My mother tells me she was at the store when it happened. Walking through Target to grab a few things before heading home. The news was playing on their televisions. She said to herself, “Well, that’s a stupid show.” Then, a news anchor she recognized came on the screen, and my mother’s heart dropped. So she finished up her shopping and raced home. Just in time to find my father packing his duffel, as he had been called to duty.

  • Since recording the last episode, life has begun turning for the better. I deep cleaned most of my house last night. To the point of exhaustion. Not to mention I’m still clearing out the rest of this cold. My house, now, does visually represent the peace I’ve been feeling post-separation.

    I put out queries on Instagram, YouTube and Facebook about what other unclean spirits I should delve into next. I’m not done with Formalism, but it’s time to start introducing new names to the pool. I’ll circle back around. I think my brain needs a reset and God is working, so I’m going to keep moving forward.

    Unclean spirits are personalities without bodies. Some are one main personality trait some are a group of traits. Like the spirit of Formalism and the spirit of Jezebel, respectfully.

    What are some other spirits or personality traits that I should start looking into? There are so many, I’m a bit at a loss as to where to start.

    Leave a comment here or find me on Instagram, YouTube, and Facebook.

    Thanks, Robin.

  • 10/8/2025

    This week started as a catch-up week. Friday’s episode got recorded and uploaded on Monday. Tuesday was a typical Tuesday; lengthy. Today, a heavy mental load. Appointments for the kids and errands were non-stop. The headache began about mid-morning, and it’s one I’ve become familiar with over the last couple of years. It’s similar to a hormonal headache after a miscarriage in that medication might take some edge off, but usually not. The Chiari headache is something I’ve only mentioned a few other times on my other blog and personal page.

    This journey with the Lord is urging me to open up and let people into my inner world. That’s tough, because it’s foreign to me. After all these years of not opening up, at least not comfortably, I’m beginning to. Jesus has his ways. He woke me up and led me away from ( 2 Timothy 3).

    As I mull over the contrasts between Dispensational and Covenant theory, the more I’m mapping out how to conduct in-depth research on the two. It’ll be a lengthy process. I’m starting on the covenant side, but I’m beginning to see how dispensation makes sense. It’s more logical, whereas the covenant is more like freeform jazz… This research is ongoing. I’ve found a book about the man who made popular dispensation that I have to read in the next couple of weeks. This will be interesting, stay tuned. Goodnight!