Oh man I had a great weekend in the San Francisco bay area. I used to live there so it was my first time to speak in San Mateo in 7 years. After 3 meetings in 2 days I was pretty tired as I drove from Santa Rosa back to SFO to catch a red-eye back home. On my way I went on a journey to find an “In ‘N Out Burger” for dinner (we don’t have them in North Carolina). After a desperate search I ran out of time and went to Burger King instead. I don’t usually eat fast food but something came over me and I ordered a Whooper with cheese no onions and fries. I guess it was my celebration dinner – whoo-hooo! Since my diet is pretty much low-carb, I had no idea what eating a meal like that would do to me.

I got to the airport and made it to my gate and went into a carbohydrates coma. I fell asleep so deep that I slept through the boarding of my flight even thought I was right under the loud speaker. A dark completed man with sparkly eyes woke me up and said, “Your flight is leaving, you better hurry!” I looked at him and he said, “You are going to Charlotte right?” Drooling on myself I got up to find that the gate was already closed. Then to my surprise they opened the door and let me in. I looked back to thank the man but he was gone. I know this had to be angel. Since I was sitting in an area that was not my gate and there were other flights, there is no way he could have known that I was going to Charlotte. Well, Bob Jones had just told me that there will be angels appearing as humans and to watch for them. Thanks angel – I would have had to spend the night in San Francisco.

We had a rainy New Year on the mountain but the sun finally came out. Christmas and holidays are nice, visiting friends and all but it is nice to get back in the swing of things.  I spent my time between Christmas and New years writing and finishing up a new course that will be out in July on discovering destiny and bringing radical change. It has been a 4 year project with over 1000 hours of research and writing.

Linda and I live in a cabin that has a history of angelic activity. Many who have stayed here in the past have commented on what they call a Scribe Angel that hangs out in the loft. Well I am writing this from my loft office and I must say that there are times when I am divinely inspired and I can feel the presence of God quite strongly. So much so, that I often write all night and sleep until noon.

My neighbor and friend, Larry Randolph has the same experience of getting into a writing jag that goes all night. Funny though, we are never able to write on the same night. Either he is writing and I can not, or visa versa. This leads me to believe that there must be only 1 Scribe Angel on this part of our mountain. Larry and I got to talking and we think that maybe it is one of Rick Joyner’s writing angels that is still here on assignment even though he moved to Port Mills, SC. I think Rick has angels all over the place with as many books as he has written. Until then, I am happy just to split one.