How She Thinks

1-26-18 prophesy in a restaurant, gardens,

A bunch of women. A  bunch of dogs. Someone prophesied over me in a restaurant.
She said you are to send your son to  and it was either Starwest school or NOT starwest school, not these other two schools that she named. NO MATTER WHAT YOU HEAR people tell you, no matter what you think of the other schools. They have scholarships you can get. I had heard it was a private school. My son was very small like 6 or 7.
Which was the same thing someone had told me earlier.
The gal that told me this was slightly taller than me, short dark hair and very friendly. All the women here were friendly. Some other gal came up and I was excitedly telling her what these two had told me, I was swaying back and forth and then I was on the floor, slain in the spirit.
I knew that everyone was looking at me. I was between two tables and it was awkward, my feet were crossed and up on the legs of a chair, it was weird and I knew it, but I was just reveling and feeling Holy Spirit all over me. I was happy.
There was a room where pregnant girls were going to give birth. Some of these girls were very young, one looked like she was 12 or younger. They were all very tiny girls, and shorter than me. They were going into this tiny room to have their babies. I went in this room, taken in by someone giving me a tour, saw some newborns and left, going by girls through the doorway, squeezing by, that were going in.
There was a military kitchen, a bunch of women were there, sitting on stools at a counter, turned around facing us as we came in. It didn’t look like much of a kitchen. One woman said yes all these people come here and she started naming names that were supposedly celebrity type names. One name she said was Joe Sammis. Someone I knew when I was young. I said, Joe Sammis? Joe Sammis comes here? That made me curious and wonder what was going on, because it was a military kitchen and he wasn’t military. She said yes and another woman was shepherding me out of there, thru a smaller, side room, telling the women there that I knew Joe for years. I wondered how she knew. It seemed to be secretive, although they seemed pleasant and friendly. 
I went through a room that was a barracks and it was all these beds. I said ‘I recognize that’, it was a bed with several pairs of socks laid out on it. There was someone leading me through these rooms, and I said ‘yes, I was a WAC’ and she was leading me out the door. Only one or two knew what that was.
All this time I was looking for my dog. I got to this room it was a bar. There were military men there. One guy was lighting a cigar with some new-fangled lighter another was doing the same thing with a different new fangled lighter, but it looked more familiar. Sgt showed me a telephone it was very high on the wall with a loudspeaker type thing. And he reached up and he was saying what kind of dog is it? And I said it’s part Jack Russell and part poodle and his name is Pico, he’s 14lbs.
So he got on the old fashioned telephone, the kind on the wall, where you hang up the ear part on a hook and started talking, long and slow, “it’s part cheee wah wah and poodle”. Was he trying to be funny?  I laughed and touched his arm and said “no, he’s part jack russell and part poodle and his name is Pico” Everyone on the phone could hear me and he held out the ear part receiver so they would.
Then I was in some room that was very long and I thought it was someone’s home, and I walked through one home after another, and there was all these artworks and delicious good things to eat, and I got to this final room and there was things to eat that I hadn’t seen before but looked good. Very good things and books and paintings and grapes and long grape tendrils – it was so pretty in there – and ice cream. Chocolate and a dark purplish one in the shape of a book or pages. The ODDEST looking thing and too big to eat really. But I daintily grabbed one and ate it as I walked out the door to the outside, preparing to leave. The outside was as beautiful as the inside. Wide expanse of garden. Dirt could be seen, it was all on a sloping hillside. Roses, cosmos [light, airy, tall flowers], bushes dotting the landscape. There was a beautiful staircase. Old, weathered wood, long sliver-like pieces coming off in spots, rounded edges, like eucalyptus wood. Weathered white and grey. Very wide. I walked down the stairs and they were very long from the top of the hill to the bottom. They were very elegant. There is a gal walking down in front of me and she had on a flowy dress. I also had on a dress, and as I stepped down this long staircase, my dress would billow out, like an elegant ladies’ would. I got to the bottom and I said that was so pretty! And I looked up to the house up on the top and it was actually a house turned into an art store/studio of some sort.
I went somewhere and I found my dog somebody had taken him as their own, I had to go through all these dogs that looked very similar to mine. And some of them acted like they were mine, like they knew who I was. They were all little. small. white dogs. Cute but none of them are mine. And then I went into a room and there was my dog and somebody had a chain/leash on him and when he saw me, he was so excited, he broke the chain and came running to me. I picked him up. He could hear me calling him, but couldn’t come because he was chained up. But when he saw me, he broke free. 
I got in a car with my dog. Somebody was trying to stop me, the car was packed with all of my belongings. It was like a van. There were two seats in the front, some gal got in next to me and I backed out, while someone tried to block me in with their cadillac long car, but he couldn’t. [he had a mustache and looked evil]. Others tried to block me in, but I backed out and manuevered my way out. I woke up.

1-26-18 little boy/hyperbaric chamber

1-26-18 A little boy in a hospital.
My little boy.
3 women.
Male doctors
The young mother was sleeping with a male, but it was just platonic. She needed a bf. It was looking like a male Dr. Was going to be the bf.
Each of the women was on hold on the phone waiting for news of the little boy. Ea woman had to leave for some reason, til the young, irresponsible mother had to wait on the phone. She didn’t hold the phone (old style receiver) to her ear like to the others. She was acting young & stupid, it looked like she had nothing on under the white man’s shirt she was wearing. Then she pulled something up and I saw underwear.
She picked up the phone and listened, heard a recording saying someone could come and pick up the little boy. That now was a good time. If they waited he wouldnt get any better.
She asked the doctor if he would drive her because she didn’t have a car and she didn’t have any other way to get there. He did. It turns out the little boy was in a hyperbaric chamber, and the chamber had malfunctioned the day before and it sucked the air/life out of him before it put it back. That’s why he had to go back in the hospital. So the dr. saw what happened, and made sure the incubator thing was working. I woke up.

President Trump Dream 1-8-18

I was at the white house. I had a female friend with me. She had dark hair. We were walking down a wide hall. There was a guy walking toward us, it was ‘Jay’ from Madam Secretary. I wanted him to like me, but he liked my friend and I was more interested in the President of the United States, so that was ok. 
We were in the Presidents office. He came in. We talked a bit. It was very informal. 
I wanted to be remembered for something, so I went up to where he was sitting and massaged his shoulders. There was a place that was painful in his right side, he was surprised it was there. I asked if he liked the massage, he shrugged and said yes. 
It was time to leave, although none of us wanted too, President Trump had to get to work. The gal friend had on at this point, a maroon coat and maroon, knitted slouch hat. ‘Jay’ had on a very dark green, knitted, slouch hat. It was winter outside.
We all were walking down a wide hallway, we were laughing, the President would smile every so often. I asked President Trump for something from the White House, like a match book or something, so people would know that I had been there. He kept walking, not saying anything. He went down the staircase. It was wide. We all went with him. 
PT knew I was afraid to fly (with the Lord) and he was trying to get my mind off of it, so we took us to this room where all this really fancy chocolate candy and snacks were. Off to the right, was an oldtime popcorn machine stand, with all different kinds of popcorn and flavors. I knew I couldn’t eat popcorn (digestion), so I went to the little room on the left. It was filled with the finest chocolates in the world and other candy & drinks, hot & cold. I went straight to the chocolates. I started putting handfuls upon handfuls in my purse. 
Even though I knew I shouldn’t have sugar. I still did it anyway. And then after I filled up my purse with it, I looked at it and I thought, “I can’t even eat all that”, that I need to take it out. But before I could take it out, President Trump got us all together, he was trying to get us out. I was trying to take a selfie with him and get him to laugh. He was so tall. He was talking to my girlfriend and the guy, and I wanted to get his face turned toward me, so finally I did. And I took the picture. And then I said something or did something, my girlfriend and Jay were laughing & acting silly. Then PT started laughing at what they were doing, instead of being so straight-laced and uptight, he started laughing, and then he started laughing with me and he really loosened up. And then that’s when I got the selfie with him. It was him, bent over toward me, laughing with me.
I asked him if he would say something in public about me the next time he was in public, so people would know that I’d had been there. I wasn’t sure he had heard me, but I knew he had heard me. ( Wasn’t acknowledged)
When I was home I heard on the radio President Trump said “Janine has faith!”. I thought it would be on TV or a press conference. It was on the RADIO of all places! 
I thought it was odd but that’s what he said and that’s where he said it. And I wondered how did he know I had faith? And why did he say that?


Why is eating when I’m not hungry, comforting?

It’s emotional. Get my emotions under control.

It harkens back to not having enough to eat, which was when I lived with my mother.

It also is due to the fear I had. Food brought me comfort BECAUSE I equated sweet things or a VERY FULL belly with comfort. BECAUSE I was able to do something. I could feed my self.

So take those two emotions are compounded, the result is a messed up emotionally human, who eats when she isn’t hungry, but to satisfy the trained part of her psyche that says ‘to eat means she won’t be hungry’, even though she’s not hungry now. It’s the only thing she can do to satisfy her self. So that mind set has to be released from thinking there is lack and that eating to satisfy IT is good, when actually, I am fighting myself. I’m allowing my mind to harm my body. [I sob at this realization]

In NO WAY is this the body’s fault. It’s all the mind.

THIS IS Satan’S WAY OF MESSING WITH US. HE GETS IN OUR MINDS FROM OUR PASTS AND THINGS THAT happened then and happen now. Because things continue to happen because of how we act, because of our pasts, which we act out, and we get bad reactions from others, which reinforces the rejection and self hatred that was embedded in our minds, in our pasts. THAT is what we need deliverance from. THAT is why people commit suicide. Because they can’t stand the self hatred and don’t know how to battle the thoughts.

My body has to deal with EVERYTHING I put in it. It can only fight so much, then it wears out from severe overuse and too much fighting. BUT, BUT! God made our bodies to HEAL themselves given the right actions and ingredients!

Our minds are the #1 battlefield.

[well this ought to be helpful to some, people and shrinks alike] 3p 3-10-18 talk about a journal entry! 

I Asked God What He Wanted-His Reply


Stop praying for power and pray from power. Larry Sparks.

Father, what do You want to release in the earth at this time? Father what do you want?

G, are you ready?

Me, I think so. yes.

I want revival more than you do. However I want my body to come into agreement and love one another. I want prayer through love, not through personal wants. Janine, I want those Chinese children taken care of as well in Yunnan Province. Oh how my heart aches for them. But who will go? Who will pray? Who will pray for those areas of the world that are still lost? Yes! Oh yes! There are still areas of people that are lost. My Word goes out mightily in many corners and ditches of the world, but not all have heard. VietNam, Cambodia, prayer my girl, prayer will release my Spirit in all areas where He has not gone. Because I only go where I’m invited to go and through your prayers, you invite me into those areas! Did you know that? 

No Father I didn’t.

Yes my girl. Prayer is mighty, it is strong and it is mighty and prayer releases the anointing, the Spirit, to go, to be, to do, to love.

I want people to hook up and pray. I want circles of praying people, hands and arms linked. I want two by two and more. Coffee tables, prayer rooms.People praying together or alone   

I want people to know that even one voice raised in prayer is vital. Janine, get that song out. Attach it to this Word.

Me, Yes Lord. Here

Lord: My people don’t faint for lack of knowledge, in some instances they have to much knowledge and it stifles them. People need to get out, to go, to do. Stop stuffing yourselves with more knowledge and put into action what you already know. STOP being afraid of people and be more concerned with what *I* will do if you don’t. I am a loving Father, however if you and others won’t go and do, I will find someone who will.

Everyone wants to be someone, have status, that is not my way. Too many people are afraid of what others will think and they forget Who gave them what they know in the first place. You are one of them Janine.

Me, hanging my head, tears coming. I’m sorry Father.

God, Honey, don’t be sorry, just get up and do. Spread my love. Like you tell your newsletter subscribers, ‘give someone a smile’. If not you, then who? If not now, then when?

I want my people to grab the harps they have hung on the willow trees and come alive, sing a new song, be joyous. This is not a time to fear, it is a time to rejoice! I delight over you all with singing, won’t you delight with me? 

Baby girl, the time is now, the time is nigh. I want my people to stop pussy footing around and get in high gear. The time to strike is almost here. The shofar is about to be blown. Praise must go forward and in a far weightier and mightier way than it has before. There are so many children I have given songs too. So many prophets I have given words too. So many that are not heard. Besides that one list, there must be a clearing house for words I’ve given. There must be a room for songs I’ve given.

Would that my body would help one another in all these efforts. Would that my body would come together and love each other. How else will you show love to others? How else will anyone be provoked to jealousy to know me and what I bless you all with, if you don’t show anything about you that reflects me?

me, So Father, what you want is for praise to be mightier and heavier? How?

God – Just like people spend time in prayer, I want people to spend time in praise and worship. Just like there is 24.7 prayer, I want 24.7 worship. 


Me – wow. How?

God – just like Miss Billye Brim did with the 24/7 prayer clock, so do that with the 24/7 praise. 

me – And you want us to love each other, to help each other. Anything specific?

The Lord – If someone needs help cooking, if someone needs songs set to music, if someone needs a book reviewed – bless the hearts of those that started that group on facebook – [“The Write Time”] if someone needs socks mended or a shirt ironed. If someone needs to be driven somewhere. It’s time my people – who are called by my name by-the-way – stop working so hard for themselves, to get ahead, to do, buy, to be, and start looking around them to help others. We are family! There goes that song! ‘We are family, I got all my sisters and me’. Let’s have some fun! This is not a burdensome thing and I’m tired of that too.

Me – what?

G – people making things about me a burden. Striving, Ana said it well. Don’t strive.  Do things out of love. Back to the beginning. Stop stuffing yourselves full of more and get out and do.

Ana is no different than anyone else, she just did what I told her to do and didn’t hold back. This place that you all want, it’s right in front of you. You all have to do what I have told you to do and stop being afraid of their faces. If not you, then who?

me – yes Lord. Anything else? 

God- yes, one more thing. I am a loving God, I am fair and just. And I give grace. Lots and lots of grace. My children just need to take that first step. Just like when you have to take the first step when you’re going to belay down the mountain face, or put a song on youtube or go to the doctor when something doesn’t seem quite right. That first step is always hard. Whether in the world or with me. Especially for those that are afraid of what others will say or think about them. But I am God, I give grace upon grace. Just like you are to forgive 70×7, even in one day, so I give grace 70×7, as much as is needed. It’s a special forgiveness for slip-ups and disobedience. I am never disappointed in my children. I love you all. I long to bless all.

Thankyou Father.

G, now go post this.

Me, I will. Do you think you could talk shorter sometimes? This seems like an awful lot.

Jesus just smiled.

California-Arizona REVIVAL

I just watched a Facebook live with Ana Werner and Larry Sparks. Many years ago, the Lord gave me a vision of people praying all over Arizona. The four corners, standing on high places, praying. In parapets, praying.

Tonight while listening to them, at the very end of the broadcast, I felt the revival is coming. Word here.  It’s going to hit California, then Arizona, then spread North and East. I felt the Lord wants people walking everywhere in the States they are in, praying, praying, claiming neighborhoods, claiming cities, towns, States, Nations. I could see people walking from the top of California all the way down to the bottom and across. I could see the same in Arizona. Praying, worshipping.

For a little over a decade a group called Glory! International has ridden horses all over the United States of America, holding prayer and worship meetings. Go to their website, support them if you are called too. It’s a magnificent ministry and full of the power of the Lord.

I have walked up and down busy streets, praying for people. Praying at intersections. I will walk further now. How about you? Will I see you on the road praying and worshipping?