September’s Full Harvest Moon & the High Priestess of the Appalachian Mountains

On a snowy December night, a pregnant woman leaned over and clutched her womb as a severe pain pierced her belly. Hours later, a broken and hemorrhaged placenta became the catalyst for a child to be born right away. Not a single minute into Capricorn season (tarot card of the Devil) but 24 and a half hours earlier, a Sagittarius (tarot card of the Angel of harmony) came into this world.

The child was given 3 names. The first name translates to both the feminine, “who resembles God,” and the masculine, “a gift from God.” The second name translates to, “God is gracious.” The third name translates to, “union, balance, and peace.” On this night, a Sage was born. A chosen, protected, Spirit-filled daughter of the Most High.

From the moment the breath of YHWH blessed her with life, she was not a human, but a vessel for His glory and will. A Holy purpose was designated, and a mission was assigned. Her life was not her own, but His. Her heart would beat only with the blood of the Lamb. Her mind would grow gardens of wisdom. Her body was but the vehicle for her soul to carry out tasks of an anointed messenger of God. She is the High Priestess of the Appalachian Mountains.

I do not identify as a human. I identify as an immortal soul inhabiting a dead and born-again creation. When people were made by God, our bodies were meant to live for eternity, free of illness, pain, and disease. However, the first humans chose sin over everlasting life. Did you know that the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge are two very different trees in ancient scripture? Adam and Eve were permitted to indulge from the Tree of Life without limitations. This is God. The tree is Him. The other tree held a knowledge that we were forbade to access. What secrets did it hold? What “knowledge” was so enticing that it was worth betraying our Creator for? Sin. That is what we discovered.

Once we “knew” what sin (disobedience) was, nothing could ever be the same. The first marriage covenant of trust was broken. The first supernatural bond between God and man was tarnished. Adam, realizing his nakedness and feeling ashamed, was the first outward projection of internal disgrace, which produced the first forms of body dysmorphia, self-hatred, and identity crisis. The desire to acquire what one cannot have then became the baseline for our endless gluttony of wanting more, yet never being fulfilled, and so on. All of this was the delicious “knowledge” that we wanted so badly. Once we had it, God told Adam that he no longer had access to the Tree of Life.

Now, in the fallout of the first humans, we must go back to the Tree of Knowledge to repent. To reconcile with God. To gain the only wisdom that truly matters— the truth of our origin, and a choice to submit to God. In this repentance, we have full access to the Tree of Life once again and our souls are granted eternal life.

What say you, sons of Adam and daughters of Eve? Are you interested in going back to the tree where it all started? Do you want to know our Maker? Do you want your questions answered and your sicknesses healed? Do you want to again become an eternal light-body and shed the death of the “human” once and for all? Well, I have something to tell you…

I went back to the tree decades ago when I was still a child. The wonders that God has shown me since that day are unfathomable to most, but some of which I am going to share with you today. All my life, I never spoke of these things. God provided specific instructions for me to live in the silent mystery of His great glory, and I obeyed Him. The purpose of this message is to reveal 3 truths to you, all of which are meant to ignite your mind toward God, your heart toward purpose, and your soul toward freedom. You would be wise to heed these revelations, as they do not come from me, but from God. This is the first time that He is giving me permission to reveal this wisdom…

1. Unimaginable Wonders

2: God Used Me in Your Life to Test You

3: We All Reap What We Sow

I’m starting with this one to get your attention, and to show you what the heirs of the original humans are missing out on by choosing to stay in disobedience.

Jesus has come to me in hundreds of visions and prophetic dreams that began when I was just 11 years old.

He paused the parting of the sea just so I could hug him for a few moments. I could feel the fibers of his tunic as I laid my head on the bones of his chest. I could smell the sea and the salt.

Jesus appeared to me as the Savior of sin, giving me the totem of the black wolf as a representation, and then later etched the image into a wooden door for me. (I have a photo of this.)

I’ve seen the monuments of crosses erected hundreds of feet tall in the middle of the ocean, made of living water, and the fountains that flow from carved, ivory blocks in the desert. I drank the water that flows from them and tasted the minerals that God used to create the building blocks of matter.

I’ve seen the shape of colors that our human eyes cannot see—heavenly colors composed of layers of blocks that look like panels of electronic fabric. All the layers together when viewed simultaneously become a new color.

I’ve met my ancestors. I have seen dozens of High Priestesses in my blood line before me who gave me sacred knowledge of our location in the cosmos. I have touched the formations of galaxies that were laid out as maps made from silver circular discs, fixed on a wall.

I have lifted my hands into swirling storms of creational chaos, as letters of the Hebrew language lit up like fiery tattoos glowing underneath my skin, covering my arms and legs. When I awoke, I had a new language that flowed from my heart— Elohim… Spiritus Sancti.

I’ve been gifted the most beautiful Heavenly flowers that bloom only at night under a sky of meteorites.

I’ve been gifted multiple rocks and gems which hold specific stories for my life.

Multiple animals have been assigned to watch over me regularly.

I’ve been given sight of both demonic and angelic influences operating within humans. I can see them, and they can see me.

In a large church located in the Himalayan mountains, I was given ancient weaponry to cast out demons that pre-date Buddhism by the High Priestesses before me. In the dream, they handed me the weapons and then taught me how to use them. Upon waking, I located these weapons, forged in sterling silver, and now I own them.

I have been given visions of the future when needed… Including the direction of my ministry, and the Divine Masculine High Priest (tarot card of the Hierophant) who I will one day be coupled with in this life. His position with God is higher than mine. The Spiritual tattoos on his head, his back, and the tops of his knuckles are in a language I can’t decipher. His gifts are more powerful than mine, and his wisdom is far beyond mine. (I imagine that your path will be long and challenging like mine… I’m praying for you.)

God bends the light for me through prisms of geometry, and He shows me the Fibonacci spiral everywhere in nature that I look.

He sends me sparrows when I’m crying, wrens when I need to be reminded of togetherness, and hawks to confirm that my intuition is accurate.

I do not “read” the Bible; God unfolds the scriptures in my life before I even know the verses.

I have heard angelic choirs, been led out of prisons, and given tunics of special woven fibers to cloak my existence from others.

To the Lord, I am a messenger, a High Priestess, and a beloved daughter. But in this world, you know me as someone else— just an odd, loner, Christian girl with a good heart and no friends.

I have never been in the wrong place with the wrong words at the wrong time. If you’re reading this and one day we meet, it will be for a reason. If we have already met, it was no coincidence, and it’s time you know the truth about why… God sent me into your life to test how you would perform in hearing His revelations for your path through one of His messengers. How did you do?

All my life, I have been beaten up, cast aside, lied to, defiled, provoked, ridiculed, manipulated, rejected, cheated on, plotted against, made a mockery of, used, and thrown out like trash. Each time that I was asked to deliver a message for God, I stayed silent and humble when I was dragged through the mud. I allowed it because He asked me to. I never retaliated or misused my position for personal gain. Some of you passed the test, others did not. The lessons that are still unlearned come back to ALL of us repeatedly until we learn them. I’m sure that I was just one of many messengers that God will send to test you.

I was also tested in 2010 when a messenger was sent to me… I can still hear his beautiful words in my heart and feel the heat of the rosary he placed in the palm of my hand on that cold, winter morning. It was an unforgettable experience!

Please know that I cherish each person that God brings on to my path because I cherish HIM. I carry out His instructions with honesty and care. When I was hurt in the process, Jesus would say, “If they hate you, it’s because they first hated ME.” Some of you were given easy, tender lessons that were delivered with love and patience, because God knew your heart. He knew the hurting within you was greater than your transgressions. But others of you have quite frankly pissed all over the divine guidance and the messenger sent into your life to reveal it to you. Some of you have been given beautiful blessings of hope and healing for your life, while others of you were given warnings on the destruction that would ensue if you didn’t make changes. God sends me into situations for different reasons, and to deliver different types of messages.

Reconcile with me if you wish, but I’m just the messenger… and for some of you, the message has already been delivered. It is with God that your salvation rests. The Lord’s swift and righteous hand of Justice is a law that no human can flee from. You may eventually find your way back to the Tree of Life, but not until you walk the long road of Judgement to the Tree of Knowledge and meet with Jesus first. The loving God of redemption repays by giving us a choice to come to Him for atonement and amends. God’s justice isn’t violence, it’s love. It’s not destruction, it’s healing. It’s not death, it’s eternal life.

The Full Harvest Moon is upon us! Now is when we bring in the yield of all that we have cultivated. We all reap what we have sown, and this September is a time of reckoning. What is the produce of your fields? Have you been growing and nurturing the fruits of the Spirit like love, kindness, charity, patience, faithfulness, generosity, joy, and peace? Or have you been growing the weeds of decay and death? Some of you will be so pleased and prosperous this autumn, and others of you will sit within the consequences of poisonous decisions and rotten behavior.

Don’t think for a second that I am highly favored by God because I’m more special. Everyone must pass their lessons, and the ones who eventually become teachers have the hardest soil to labor. I have sacrificed many human comforts and “desires” to walk this path with the Lord. I planted each seed with dirt caked under my nails and never quit until the sun rose again. I plowed the fields and tended to each sprout with loyalty, dedication, and perseverance. The fields of my efforts were lavishly fed with tears of loss, acceptance, obedience, and pain. I didn’t just “take up” my cross… I planted a field of trees, nurtured them, then cut them down to build a tabernacle with the wood. God chose this path for me because I was willing… It has not come with ease, but with work. With trials, but with a multitude of blessings!

Perhaps we have met, and the messages changed your life… or maybe you learned a few things… or maybe I was just a nobody who you walked on, then discarded. To all those who go up against chosen ones and abuse their privileges in our lives, know this: YOU all have the longest walk back to faith. I’ll pray for you, but you are in God’s hands now.

I didn’t write this article to cast some pretentious royal shadow over others with a grand title, but the complete opposite. The Holy Spirit asked me to write this to point all the glory back to a God who blesses those who obediently kneel at the foot of the cross as humble servants. The high priestess is just one tarot card energy that we all can embody. The truth is that, in this world, I’m just an average woman. But my real name that God chose for me when He wrote it on my White Stone holds a much higher rank than priestess. That name is between Him and I, and one that I will never reveal to humans. (The only time I used it was in a dream where I was casting a demon out of the leader of a large Christian congregation. I told him that God had sent me, and when I revealed my name, he fell to his knees in my presence.) There are thousands of people like me all over the world! I have met a few and hope to bring many of us together with my ministry.

Faith is NOT blind. The Lord proves His love for us and His existence every day when we seek Him. The Tree of Life that so many people turn their backs on is the same tree that I have played under since I was a child. It’s roots are my foundation, it’s branches are my shelter, it’s shade is my protection, and it’s fruit is my sustenance. I want from no other tree. This is my home. God is my home.

My life is not for me, it’s for YOU. I knew the Lion of Judah before I was even 10 years old, which is why Spiritual warfare seeped its poison into my life at the same young age. God revealed His existence, love, and salvation to me decades ago. Nothing in this world has meaning to me except for one precious thing— YOU. God keeps saving me and extending my human life so that I can continue to reveal His greatness and awaken your soul toward eternal salvation. I truly desire to encourage you to seek the Lord and experience the same healing and joy! I have no other reason for being here.

So, what are you harvesting this September? Will your home be bursting with a surplus of love, warmth, and abundance? Or will you be sitting alone in the cold, dark stench of decomposition? We will all stand before the Throne of God one day and take accountability for our lives. If the thought of this doesn’t sit well with you, there is still time to make changes. There is still time to seek the Lord and find your way back to the Sacred Trees. Personally, I’ll be moving forward with building my ministry under God’s direction, but not until after spending some time enjoying the fruits of my labor.

I wish all of you the very best harvest season! May your crop reflect all that you have sown. God bless.

With Love, Michelle – The High Priestess of the Appalachian Mountains