My Son's Wedding Vows

My son asked me to marry him and his new wife. Although, they had already married somewhere else. He asked me to give him a formal wedding and be the ordained pastor.

So I did. It was a beautiful wedding. Taken place out in nature, Fort Buena Ventura in Ogden, Utah. 

They hadn't had any vows written. So, the day before, I spent the afternoon, writing a meaningful vow, for the both of them. I hope you like it. Amen.

Welcome Family and Friends. We are gathered here today to witness the celebration of a relationship that is not new, but the acknowlegement of a new beginning. The new next chapter and of new beginnings. 

They have spent years getting to know each other, and we now bear witness to what their relationship has grown into. Today, they will affirm this bond, formally, and publicly. Today, will mark a transition as a couple not only celebrating the love between themselves, but also uniting the love between all of us. Parents, siblings, extended family and friends. Without that love today, would be far less joyous to celebrate and acknowledge a new family member inside this loving circle. 

Companionship, marriage, is a selfless act. Not just putting their needs, wants, and desires before yours, but together, a bond, not to control, but to love and respect one another. 

Marriage is not only a commitment. But when you commit with faith, to start building this relationship, you become a selfless person. In the beginning, it is not the commitment, but putting in each 100% effort. to grow, and nurture the relationship. 

Marriage, comes from that effort. Marriage is not a competition between two people. What comes from that bond that you have built. the love, the nurturing, and selflessness from the very beginning. If you continue this path, your relationship will blossom. Furthering the growing together, instead of growing apart. You keep your identity, and decisions become as one unity.

Marriage is not an ownership of one another. It is a continuum, an infinity of respect, a good listener, protector, good communication and an embodiement of selflessness. Trust, shall be honored. Being heard shall not fall on deaf ears. 

God the father, God, the son. God, the holy spirit. May he Bless, preserve and keep you. The lord mercifully with his favor, look upon you and fill you with all spiritual benediction. And grace, that you may faithfully live together in this life, and the age to come. Have life everlasing. Amen.

I must use discernment, step back and do nothing. Dodging these emotional bullets. The truth will reveal in time. I chose silence. Angels are guarding my exit. While they are talking, I am rising. No longer chained and emerge in peace. Chosing alignment over attachment. What is coming next is the holy divine. I choose me. The revelation. I get to live, not in fragments but in wholeness. It is not to be meant in ruin. Accountability. It was always meant to reveal who I am. Annointed. God has plans. What is hidden is being revealed. I am not walking away from from what harmed me, I am walking to what has been waiting for me. Vindication is not my job. It is Heaven's. I will not walk in next season's limping. I will walk in whole. The fire of my faith. My entire path. The ability to change timelines. I shatter the strongholds of manipulations. The heavens move to protect me. My peace is non negotiable. My voice is the key. I chose my future. I spread more light. I am not a victim. I am a revelation. Heaven's courtroom. Angel Michael, Sword in hand. A holy appointment. The veil is gone and the mask is gone. Exposer is not for revenge but for release. I was never blind. Discernment built in. My silence is when God does his greatest power. I obeyed. Spiritual surveillance. Names shall be revealed. The truth shall come out. Tonight I ascend. My light, my linage, my divine. I am no longer hiding. Heaven is issuing a spiritual restraining order. The shadows are reacting to my light. What has broke me has bowed down to me. The corrupt has been found by the light. Heaven has already shut the door. I am being wartched. But I am also being protected. Amen.

#TellMeAStory

My Marketing Professor and The CEOs

The CEOs from Star Crest, a large corporation in Perris, California. A mail-order company.

I wanted to learn all about mail order. This is what I do. I take odd jobs with a purpose when I want to learn all about them. So, at the time, I was interested in mail order and starting my own company. It would not have been a competition, no, I had my own ideas on what I would sell. The Internet had not yet been presented. So, computers were still in their I0I0I0. I needed a computer for this work. Anyways, I had applied and got hired in Marketing 

Department. There were stacks and stacks of data. And my job was to find discrepancies.

I got very good at it. So much that I surpassed others who had been there for years. Now, my boss was pretty cool. I liked my hard work. Then, I started training others. I was able to free up my time. Then, my boss assigned me as his secretary, so he could relax from all the phone calls he had to deal with. I still had the same position. 

One afternoon, he had a “project” and asked who would like to do such a task. And I raised my hand. I got the job, even though I still had the same job. Lol.

So, this new project entailed pushing merchandise through, for example, get rid of excess merchandise and outdated products. They were behind for over 2 years. And, I had to get 

Started. So I did. Oh, I was good. I had that merchandise moving and out the door. So fast, they could not keep up with me. In the meantime, I bought this old computer. A dinosaur. I had a plan. 

I got the merchandise sent out to various places as “Donations’ and sent them to varied dot orgs. Someone out there could use it. So that is what I did. The problem was that they could not keep up. 

Anyways, one day, I was back doing discrepancies. Stacks and stacks of data. I was good with numbers and fast scanning. 

I just happened to look up, and I saw my boss walking down the hallway towards me. I was trying to figure out why he was grinning ear to ear. Oh, was he proud, Oh, was he so happy.

And, I was looking at him and thinking “what?” 

Behind him were about 5 or more, looked like Execs?

One man said, “well, who is she? Where is she?” And, I am like, no, what is going on?

My boss says, “Here she is, Miss Charla De Hart”. And one of them stepped forward, “We wanted to meet you, and shake your hand. And they did. They shook my hand. They were all smiles. Apparently, they had all flown in from different places. I am elated. They told ME a story. The company had just started with only pantyhose. It is now a large corporation with many products. I was thinking about what they were saying. And, I was thinking about all the things that I would like to add. They catered mostly to the elderly and some Christian book sections. So, I was thinking I could throw out some ideas to them, and I would abandon the thought of starting my own. I could. Always been a hard, dedicated worker. 

Even if pay would still be low. I would be satisfied. These people who flew out from various places to meet me were the CEOs. All of them. They told me how I had accomplished a task that they had been behind on for a few years, and I had gotten it caught up in a few weeks.

Oh, my boss was so proud. They said that they will hire a new swing shift, a whole new crew, to help me push out this merchandise. So, they did.

A few weeks had gone by, and then, at work, I got a phone call. It was an emergency at my home. My eldest son was crying. And I listened. So, my eldest daughter, who lived outside of the other side of the town, is called Valle Vista. In Hemet, California. Her boyfriend was very large, abusive, and brutal, and she was petite and tiny. The phone call was a 911 call to go home immediately. I had to tell my boss I was sorry, but I had to leave work, NOW. I explained the best I could, and he understood.

Apparently, my daughter brought my 2-year-old grandson in only a diaper, was outside on the front door step. Now, for some reason, my eldest was home from school, most likely sick. I do not know if he was put inside; my son did not know he was even there.

My other children were at recess, right across from our house, and they were crying.

They saw all this unfold, and the yard duty person would not let them go and get their nephew into the house. No one would help them. The personnel there let it all unfold. The police were there, and so was the County of Riverside. My daughter shows up and gets to take my grandson away. I was there alone with them.

This was no longer about my grandson, no. It was about my own children. Don’t threaten me. They went through the entire house and took pictures. I saw the pictures. In my case file. What was in those pictures? I will tell you. They took snapshots of the laundry room and the kid’s rooms, and the bathroom. My kids were a bit funny. They would pull out their clean clothes and not put them back, then stomp all over their clean clothes. So I was always washing and rewashing. Never-ending. They didn’t make their beds, even though school was across the street on Franklin Avenue. And the bathroom picture? Showed that it was clean and shiny. In their report, though, they said that my son left his remains in the toilet.

Meaning he used the toilet and did not flush. They said a different word then remains. That is a nice way to put it.

I was just upset, standing in the kitchen leaning up against the refrigerator from this invasion.

A lady from the County said, “We could take your children.” How many times had I gone through that? Tired of this rhetoric, I said, “Go ahead, I need a break”. Well, I did not mean it. No, it was my sarcastic humor that lit up my situation. And, if it were to happen, they would be back in a few days. My kid’s intelligence would put them through the ringer. And they would too. Anyways to “comply”, I had to take a “parenting class”, Lol. I thought, man, I could have gotten the laundry done. Oh, well.

My boss called me, and I had to explain the situation that I had to stay home and not work. He said, “please come back, we need you here and take all the time that you need”.

Well, I did not go back. Later, I found a new job, much closer to home.

Mail Order idea on the back burner. Of course, my water got shut off. My dad paid it for me.

Now, my eldest, a somewhat humbug always chirping on my shoulders, said, “Well you bought a computer, and grandpa had to pay the water bill!”

Yeah, well, unfortunate events happen, have no time to explain this to a child who does not need to know how people treat others. Let him think I was a failure, and not what the reality of cruel people is. He still, to this day, will throw that up. And, I am thinking, “By now, you still don’t know your own mother?” A humbug, alright. A humbug. 

Here is the other story about my Marketing Professor, A bit shorter story.

I went to college, off and on through an 8-year period. A major in Real Estate and A huge minor in business. The plan was to combine the two, including law and Real Estate Laws.

I had a few drama classes and music. And then, all of the others. Took even summer school in various campuses. 

My Marketing Professor always liked to test us. And see if we were paying attention. I never raised my hand. Yet, he liked to always pick me. Sigh…

We had to do a “Thesis”, a final. So, I chose Donations. Why not? I did that job before.

So, I did my research. Not remembering where I found this person, he was exactly who I wanted to interview. So, I believe we had two lunch dates. I wasn’t hungry for food, I wanted information. I got all I needed to know, so I did not call him back.

He worked at a call center, for events like the Policeman’s Ball and the Fireman’s Breakfast, raising funds for their cause. I learned that these call centers would call the locals and had a scripted pitch. I discovered that these causes only got maybe 10 and at most 15% brought in, and then the rest went to the companies who did the calling, and then some bonuses fot the employees.

Then, I decided to take on a job as a “driver”. I wanted to know everything about it. Did they really sell tickets and deliver them to patrons? I started delivering these “basketball” tickets. I believe it was for Veterans. A good cause. I enjoyed being part of a good cause.

They would send me out to these remote places, where you would not think anyone would live at. When that project was done, they offered a new one. I am like, no, thank you.

I used one of the typewriters in the college library and started on my thesis report.

And, I wrote it raw with all of my thoughts. And gave it to my professor. I got an A+.

As my professor was handing it to me, it was not a congratulations. No. He said, You know, Charla. I don’t think you have the potential to be a Marketer. Now, it became clear that he thought I was too nice and happy. Not only that, but I thought I was this dumb blonde. A stigma. Not true. I thought I could do this, and not only that, but I could also play the dumb blonde part quite well. I could play stupid and get away with not showing I was smart. A protection mechanism. Used it to my advantage. And it kept me safe and out of a lot of trouble and danger.

Not a liar, but a protective mechanism. I took drama, and it helped me with this persona.

I will tell another story about this most unnatural, yet natural beauty I have, and the charisma, not natural. I will write about this when I have the time. End of these short stories.

Charla DeHart

April 26 2025

First of all, I would like to wish everyone a good Easter, Palm Sunday, April 20, 2025

I do not want to take anything away from my Father, Jesus. It is his day and not mine.

I was not expecting to hear about who exactly I am, especially today. I have been cleaning my carpet in my bedroom, and totally exhausted. But, I checked my email randomly on a break and saw that my DNA results on CRI Genetics. I had paid for the extensive full package. I hadn’t been able to really eat or sleep for over a month. And I thought, maybe a DNA test will help me find out what type of diet I could handle.

Now, I know people are looking at my posts and thinking, is she crazy? Just an interesting storyteller? Well, none could be further from the Truth. God gave me truth from the time I was born. So, no white lies or fibs here.

Jesus has been with me for as long as I had any kind of memory. I posted earlier on how he would take me on flying adventures, and I had white, feathery wings, then when I got older, I flew with no wings at all.

These adventures never left. If I had an imaginary friend as an adult, certainly be questionable. But no. Never left me. Constantly watching me.

Something you may or may not understand is how Jesus can be everywhere, yet still be in heaven. Well, I had done it myself when I slept. Mine, although mostly people that I personally have had some kind of encounter with. I would go to where they were, and speak and interact, yet I would be home asleep. I have had 3 witnesses tell me about my visits. I mostly came to them and told them they would be ok. Not sure how many I have actually done this with, they never gave me a phone call and said, “hey, you came to me and I was awake”. So, I call this a “hologram”.

Israel has been at war for years, just to exist, just a little piece of land. I even wrote an article about how vast the Holy Land was. Right here on the “X” platform. I said how far it was, and I had answers coming to me from the Divine.

I still have so many stories to help others. That is me. I want to open doors with my keys and help others out. Now, people who have tried so many things to get this connection, well, I was born with it.

I am not a threat to anyone. God has been calling me to send out his messages, and helping Israel, and all this chaos. I was a secret. I am protected. Always been. Now, at 17, I was so scared, I told my angels to go away, but they did not, they stayed. I don’t see a whole being, no, I see this light, and it is as tall as a person, a tall person.

No, I am not a threat to anyone. God wanted me to help with his lost children. But, for me, I have a love for animals and children. I love them so much. When the war is over, hopefully soonly. I know Father is coming. I want it to be a joyous occasion. But, remembering Jesus and Lazarus, were they to be killed? Well, I hope people do not want that to happen to me.

I do not blame the Jewish people, not at all. They were afraid they would be slaughtered again. It was also written in the scriptures that it was meant to happen. God pre-wrote everything.

I will be working on a huge project for children. Start locally, and then internationally. I went to college and took jobs to learn all about running a large corporation. So, I will not be interfering with leaders or structures. I do want to help restore them, though. Put us back into balance.

My fiancé’ also very spiritual will be helping me with collaboration while he is working, and when he can, especially when he is home and I am working on this project.

I may not be this magical unicorn who touches and heals people. But what I can do is spread God’s light out there, and help you heal yourselves.

So, please respect our privacy as far as strange phone calls or fake profiles. We mean good for humanity.

I will wait to go online live when Kev gets home, I think he knows how to get the cameras working, so you can see my DNA chart.

I thought I would have maybe five heritage traits? No, it is many. Many. Mostly from the Holy Lands.

Here is what I discovered:

Egyptian, Somalia, Kenya, Ethiopia, Armenian, Neolithic Portugal, Spain, France, German ( Am I Jewish)? Poland. Southern Han Chinese, Tuscany Italian, Colombian, Iberian, Peruvian, Mexican ( Am I Mayan?), Punjabi, Gujarati Indian, English, French, Sudanese, Saudi Arabian, Iranian, Turkey.

Famous Distant Relative

Susan Sarandon, Warren Buffett, Dr. Mehmet Oz, Queen Victoria, Napoleon Bonaparte, Empress Maria Theresa, and lastly, Nicholas Copernicus.

Like I said, I hadn’t been sleeping or eating, and all these awakenings, signs, ascensions, visions, Divine Interventions, even poltergeists, demons, angels, unexplainable events. Warnings, Supernatural.

I was born of light, and I am light. Do not hate me nor despise me. I am good. I mean good.

I wish you a good Easter, Palm Sunday. I hope we can all help get this chaos under control. And help Israel in this last cleansing of Evil. Please pray for them all.

I knew I had some interesting Ancestors, just did not know how many like this.

I have had a full day. Now, I must clean up my mess, had to throw everything on my bed so the carpet could get done. Thank you. Shalom and Amen.

Charla De Hart.