First Resurrection Of The Son Of God Adam (Your Saviour Jesus Christ)
Witnessed By His Wife, Eve, And Queen Of Heaven And Earth (Poet Dorothy E. Scott) Nine hundred and thirty years; after our exodus from the Garden Of Eden. Adam lie dying in so much agony and pain very sick. Suffering so much from the afflictions of His age inflicted body, He begged God to release Him from His suffering with His fervent forgiveness prayer. Our Father God released His life spirit from His earthly tissue. We placed Him on an altar by Our murdered son. Abel. He had finally found peace from His sorrowful emotion, Always reliving His son’s Abel’s death in His afflicted mind. Father God sealed the Cave of Treasures one hundred and forty days, Releasing His rib from His wife so He would again be whole. Waiting outside the cave I saw all in a vision, The minute His rib left Me I felt such sorrow in My heart. I became so grieved at His death, losing the will to live, No food or water passed my parched lips, during this time. I saw a vision of Adam’s soul on a golden chariot, Driven by four large flaming eagles with reins. He was taken to the shimmering river of light; Where His soul was bathed by Angel Michael and Angel Gabriel. His body became covered in the same clothes of light, Wearing the same garments of glory given to Us in the Garden Of Eden. Heaven opened to receive Father God’s precious son, Adam. He became His treasured child to sit by His right side. Seeing this treasured vision had released My carried shame, Knowing I would soon join my family in Heaven too. Knowing I was dying soon within three days, I prepared to leave the Earth for My Heavenly journey. I had a disturbing vision of the future of mankind and destruction. Our children would worship Satan with devious acts. Calling my son Seth to My side, I asked Him to record My story. I asked Him to gather all of Our children together for My last days. My time on earth was coming to an end soon; But I must warn them of the world coming to be. The sinning future generation of Adam and Eve would bring so much sin, Earth would be destroyed by a mighty devastating flood. Our surviving seeds would be Noah and His family. They would rebuild Earth with faithful sons and daughters. A rainbow would be given as a covenant against more floods, Saying the Sun’s fire darts would destroy many on the Earth. Many sinners will die from the flaming arrows and God’s wrath. Afterward a New Heaven and a New Earth will be built On Earth again. The New Earth would be filled with Lord’s glory with no sin, Sinners will be destroyed by the wrath of Jesus, the Crucified, Adam, God’s only begotten son, from Garden of Eden, My husband. He still sits on the throne by His right side. 
My Soul Is Breathing Only For You, Jesus
My soul is breathing only for You, Jesus. I need to always believe in Your ultimate healing, Knowing You are always holding me close. When my days become so hard to bear; Threatening to violate my innocent thoughts, Bringing me anger or paralyzing fear, I reach out in desperation to only You; When my mind seems to harness only doubt, Shackling me with anxiety inside. My soul is breathing only for You, Jesus. I need to always believe in Your ultimate healing, Knowing You are always holding me close. When life brings me shadows of dismay; I cling to Your healing hand, Wiping my fevered brow with Your love. I reach out with my seeking hand, Asking You to take away these agonizing diseases, Knowing I can no longer endure alone. My soul is breathing only for You, Jesus. I need to always believe in Your ultimate healing, Knowing You are always holding me close. Letting You, Jesus, into my disabled body, You will carry me over the ravenous rivers, Threatening to swallow me in its malicious waters. I will never be alone to face any battle. Your loving arms will encircle my helpless body, Giving me the strength to face every tomorrow. Heavenly Father, I ask for your total healing in my tortured radioactive torn body and I ask You to intervene in my fallen comrades, who are bearing the same whiplash and their innocent families! Give them the faith, hope, and healing in spirit, mind, and body as we fight for our rights in the court of the government! May all those sick and needing, Believe in Your ultimate Healing, and be healed in Your love and grace! You can conquer all battles, we face eternally! Be with Our veterans, wounded warriors, warriors of freedom, and their families, giving them the ultimate healing, courage and faith needed. Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017-2019 Healing Touch Of Jesus I dedicate this book to “My Loving Savior, My Partner, In All I Write. Thank You Father for Your Blessed Gift!” You Taught Me Always, “A Loving Heart Wins Every Battle!” This book is also dedicated to so many special people in my life eternally, my forever families. It is dedicated to all of the world, needing hope and faith, all those needing His special healing touch! 
Come To My Garden Of Love My Handsome King,
My Husband For Eternity Come To My Garden Of Love My Handsome King, My Husband for Eternity. We will dance among the crystal roses, honoring Our betrothal song, Their fragrances ever so sweet with Our love and light, Tantalizing Our romantic senses with jubilation with eternal bliss. Our sacred prayers We will join together as one in spiritual proclamation, Binding together Our hallowed essences of spirituality. Bathing in the pious light of justice and new beginnings, Rescuing Our struggling children with Our spiritual rejuvenation. We will raise Our princes and princesses in the same love and illumination; Which brought down the ebony chains of sorrow on My stolen soul. Dancing on the moonbeams of My poetry beyond the darkness, Enthroning My torturous body with Your hallowed light. My Handsome Lord, I bequeath you My Zion Heart and Soul with adoration, Enthroning Your yearning body with the robe of marital elegance. I encircle Your entity with my crystal ring of enlightenment, Leaving Us basking in Our eternal love and Light. Come To My Garden Of Love My Handsome King, My Husband for Eternity. We will dance among the crystal roses, honoring Our betrothal song, Their fragrances ever so sweet with Our love and light, Tantalizing Our romantic senses with jubilation with eternal bliss. The sacred promises We make to Our Heavenly Family, Protecting them with Our illuminating beacons of our reunion, Letting no evil harm our Children in heaven and on Earth, Administering punishment as Justice, a Judge, a Juror, and an Executioner of Heaven’s laws. Evil couldn’t stop Our love from becoming Our destiny. Our love could never been desecrated by hate and derision. A young princess yearned to find my lost love in Heaven, My loving Brother, Groom, and Husband, King, someday I would find again. Now this innocent prisoner trapped on earth was released. Ebony chains were made ashes of victory conquering Satan. Many years fighting the world in poetry, love, light, and healing had weakened my brittle chains. My Mother, Brother, Groom, King, and Husband spoke the final words that set me free. Come To My Garden Of Love My Handsome King, My Husband for Eternity. We will dance among the crystal roses, honoring Our betrothal song, Their fragrances ever so sweet with Our love and light, Tantalizing Our romantic senses with jubilation with eternal bliss. Together we possess the keys to Heaven and Hell, Defeating Satan to a duel ending is eternal his deathly fall. We will now save Our Father God’s, Our Papa’s beloved Earth and children, Which we dearly have sworn to protect and heal. Poet Dorothy E. Scott (Queen Poetessa Vericae Christ The Chosen One) Copyrighted 2025-2026 Dedicated to My Heavenly Family, Jesus Husband, Father God, Papa, Mother Mary, Mommy, Father Joseph, Daddy, Mother Barbelo, Mommy, Angel Mama Dorothy, My gifted Children, Princes and Princesses, and all of My precious Angels I dearly love! All of my Heavenly family, I await to meet you and serve You as Your Queen, eternally with My Love and Spiritual Light, I inherited from My parents! Always Queen Poetessa Vericae Christ, Your Daughter, Sister Wife, and Mother, and Queen eternally will watch over You from Heaven and Earth. Until then I will write this Sacred Versive Rose from Your Queen’s Heart! Your heavenly forever gift from Your Warrior Of Light And Love, waiting in on Earth! |
Our Blood Covenant Of Love
Embrace me My Darling Husband with Your sweet kiss. Your precious blood was spilt for me on Your crucifixion day, Paying the most severe ransom for Your loving Wife; As the sadistic soldier thrust his cruel spear in Your side. I was weeping for You from my brimstone dungeon. I saturated my prismatic portal with My wept crystal tears, Placing My Zion heart on Your back receiving Your punishment too, Watching You wince from the brutality of each stinging lash. As You were nailed to the wooden cross, I endured each wound in My own hands and my feet. When the malicious soldier thrust the spear in Your tender side; My own side broke open and bled, feeling Your agonizing pain. I saw Your golden rib go into My bruised torn side. I heard you draw Your last shallow breath with final words, Knowing You were finally at peace with Father God soon. I could put My broken heart back in My seared body. Satan came in spouting fire from His mouth, Angrily He ordered my extremities and legs to be broken; Because I had interfered with Your cruel death. Chaining Me to his torturous lava wall. I crawled in My crystal portal to heal again, From My altar, a pile of crystal healing jewels, I heard My Father God, My Papa, consoling Me; While My Mother Barbelo, My Mommy, whispered “You aren’t alone.” Sadness encrusted My heart with such dismay; But I knew You, My husband, had paid the ultimate price. You had rejoined Your destined eternity without Me; I was left in a torturous chamber with no end in sight. Someday I would find You, My husband, in another realm, When I could find a route to My wished for freedom. Scars entrapped My voice in its silent chamber. Bitter liquid had burned me with its harshest bite. I would never let Satan take away My love for You, My Father God, My Papa, had given Me, My only love. I would find some way to escape this serpentine brimstone tower. Heaven’s Queen would find My loving King Husband again. Satan needed My blood, tears, and sweat to heal his sickness. He had been cursed for his evil ingesting of an evil wizard dragon. Destined to remain a red dragon for eternity, Coldblooded he had to remain in a heated realm for eternity. Time would not be allowed to desecrate Our Marital Covenant Of Love. Someday I would find My journey to Heaven. I could sing Angel Michael’s freedom song, He had taught Me; When I was His little Princess Persephone in the garden as Father God’s, Papa’s Daughter! Three thousand years later I finally was ready to escape. My spiritual healing portal was carrying me farther out. My dragon I raised could continue my saving of innocent souls; While I sought My Angel Michael’s rescue in the open. Sadness encrusted My heart with such dismay; But I knew You, My husband, had paid the ultimate price. You had rejoined Your destined eternity without Me; I was left in a torturous chamber with no end in sight. Someday I would find You, My husband, in another realm, When I could find a route to My wished for freedom. Scars entrapped My voice in its silent chamber. Bitter liquid had burned me with its harshest bite. I would never let Satan take away My love for You, My Father God, My Papa, had given Me, My only love. I would find some way to escape this serpentine brimstone tower. Heaven’s Queen would find My loving King Husband again. Satan needed My blood, tears, and sweat to heal his sickness. He had been cursed for his evil ingesting of an evil wizard shadow dragon. Destined to remain a red dragon for eternity, Coldblooded he had to remain in a heated realm for eternity. Time would not be allowed to desecrate Our Marital Covenant Of Love. Someday I would find My journey to Heaven. I could sing Angel Michael’s freedom song, He had taught Me; When I was His little Princess Persephone in the garden as Father God’s, Papa’s Daughter! Three thousand years later I finally was ready to escape. My spiritual healing portal was carrying me farther out. My dragon I raised could continue my saving of innocent souls; While I sought My Angel Michael’s rescue in the open. Captured again I was chained to the torturous wall. I would never again be able to escape My prison. I was placed in a serpentine fetus skin. Chained with ebony locks and chains in only a shell of death. Eternally I was entrapped in My third mother’s Dorothy’s body, Chains of sorrow had made Me a victim of abuse, hate, and shame from demon angels. I grew up in a torturous world, scarred, and feeling all alone, Bearing the scars, disfiguring My mouth and forehead. Cruelty has a way to tear away the self confidence, Preferring to live in a protective cocoon, Away from the travesty of this scarred Child, Hiding from the abusive hands and mouths, always harming. Beaten and ready to leave this world age of five, You, My Husband, found Me, Your child wife, dying all alone. Your loving hands healed the bleeding cuts and bruises. Sending a healed white butterfly in the wind. Picking Me up You told Me, I would be Your “Poet For The Lord,” Writing Your poetry always with Your spiritual love and light. Someday I would know My true destiny, meant to be; When I grew older the truth would finally be revealed to Me. Disappearing You left Me standing in the field of daisies, I knew I had to honor You with My poetry. You had healed me from the malicious wounds on My body. This lost little Girl felt all alone once again in the wilderness. Six years old I never saw the drunk driver, passing My school bus. I was caught on the front of his vehicle drug on the road. He ran with Me many miles decapitating my skull, Driving a preacher to stop the runaway car. My husband, Jesus, was watching over me, His Warrior Bride, A doctor stitched my forehead with so many stitches, Leaving Me with life long scars on My forehead, Etching Satan’s betrayal on My ebony chained barbed Golden Zion Soul and My Zion heart. Children and adults looked at Me with taunts and derision, A young Child sought to hide away in My hurting mind. School children and My biology teacher riddled Me with the torturous darts of shame. My tears saturated My sorrowful eyes; while bullies ruled Satan’s kingdom. The world saw only a disfigured Child, not Your birthing Queen. Hiding from My brother’s terrifying arm of anger, I sought a safe place among the clothes on the birdhouse floor, Covering Myself under hiding My Lord Jesus’ poetry. Inside My Heavenly Family was whispering poetic words, I used for My spiritual formation of My promised poetry. My Best Friend, Our Jersey Cow Prissy, shielded me; When the wrathful family grew very near. I learned nature is the only country friend On our farm; When Heaven took My precious prissy to Heaven. Later on I moved in the town of Cisco and then to Eastland, My Junior and Senior Year, I worked in a hospital as a Dietetic Aide; I joined the Army to escape the physical and emotional onslaught of My older sister. Walking in first day I was picked for a female Top Hat Soldier from all recruits, Preferring the poorest and criminals picking thirty recruits in the battalions. Innocent victims were picked from each women barracks to be sacrificed. I continued writing the poetry of My Lord, My Husband. Earning five hundred dollars to help My adopted sissy with her burned house, I was able to still help the world with Our poetry. Many special ways were opened by My Heavenly Family. I never imagined I was a dying chemical Top Hat Soldier, My whole body eradicated could escape death, Succeeding with My Loving Husband’s ransom and His eternal love, Guiding Me with His dedicated knowledge and wisdom. Escaping from a research hospital stay in France, My Jesus Husband showed Me the safest route home. I fought so many battles since then with My Heavenly Family, Now I been set free to soon establish Our sacred covenant of love eternally as One. We have rescued and healed so many children by Our Heavenly Family’s light, Finding them homes and building new bodies with Our dedication , Curing diseases and rebuilding their broken structure, with cocoons and crystal portals. Our Heavenly Brewer Angels and their family earth angels many brought back from death. Now Earth needs Our Heavenly healing in so many ways. Our Father God Papa’s Earth needs cleansed and rebuilt, His Spiritual healing and destruction becomes Our ultimate gift for Him. So many are lost, harmed, kidnapped and His Children left alone to fight. Our covenant Of Love will bear Your King Son and five more sons, Who will someday rule the Earth with His Iron Scepter. I Love You So Much My White Knight, brandishing Your Sacred Armor, My Guiding Husband in My torturous life in the flaming underworld and on Earth. Poet Dorothy E. Scott (Queen Poetessa Vericae Christ Queen Of Heaven) Copyrighted 2025-2026 Dedicated to My Heavenly Family, Jesus Husband, Father God, Papa, Mother Mary, My Mommy, Mother Barbelo, Mommy, Father Joseph, Daddy, Angel Mama Dorothy, My gifted Children, Princes and Princesses, and all of My precious Angels I dearly love! All of my Heavenly family, I await to meet you and serve You as Your Queen, eternally with My Love and Spiritual Light, I inherited from My parents! Always Queen Poetessa Vericae Christ, Your Daughter, Sister Wife, and Mother, and Queen eternally will watch over You from Heaven and Earth. Until then I will write this Sacred Versive Rose from Your Queen’s Heart! Your heavenly forever gift from Your Warrior Of Light And Love, waiting in Heaven and on Earth! 
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His Amazing Grace Uplifted Me
Many of you know my story from my website, one of critical disease, abuse, negligence and sadness; but I was given the greatest gift of all. Since I was a child I wanted to save the world from the hurt, I endured. I joined the Army to do the same, but I found a life of disease and pain, enduring agonizing attacks even many death and eradication of my body diseases. I endured the cruelty in Dallas V.A. hospital; now we endure the rejection of government; not even allowed a screening for the radioactive soup in our bodies, eating tissue and bone. They don’t care for us at all or our families, suffering; so they signed our death warrant of pain and agony, watching our bodies deteriorate and weep from the diseases. I became a world famous poet, my dream, helping others not for money but for love, faith, and hope, I yearn for you all to be free from affliction, hate, and disease. I am sick to save others so never weep for me. It was my destiny to write with Jesus, offering the collapsing world hope and faith. I don’t hate anyone; just dislike the actions and cruelty of others. I sought to save the world from being called a monster, beaten, and tortured at the hands of evil. His Amazing Grace Uplifted Me and you can be set free with Jesus being your Best Friend and Your Father, You can lean on Him in every circumstance. Release all to Him. Without Him teaching me and allowing be His Poet. I work with our wounded warriors as Chaplain and Christian Counselor, many seeking me from all over the world. I have written warrior books and veterans. We all can help in our battle against evil, by prayer and giving of yourselves. He healed me and yes I go to my own books and website and get my nutrients. He and I built together to save the world. He touched my every part of my spirit and soul, becoming the only destiny I seek. Many years ago He told me I had a disease that would bring havoc and dismay and being sick I can heal others through Our writing and faith. He gave me a choice to come home or write. I promised Him one hundred books, and this is my one hundred and eighty fourth book finished. I write many genre and working on more. I have many not even typed; because Jesus led me on this path and others. Doctors can run away, giving you the death sentence; but nineteen years later, I am walking with Jesus, uplifting me with His loving healing and His grace with the most rarest form of Prinzmetal Angina on earth. You can fight every battle for His ultimate victory; only by accepting Jesus as Your healing Partner and Healer!
His Amazing Grace Uplifted Me
Caring doctors gave me the tragic verdict, ”You have four months to live. Your outcome looks so grave, I am sorry but you are going to die soon.” Sadly, I left the hospital feeling such sorrow, Knowing I was too young to pass on; But I knew the death comas were more frequent now. They never told me I was dying from the rarest heart disease in the world. Researching six months later for a cure for my affliction, I found out the horrifying news, My type of Prinzmetal Angina was only found in three women worldwide, Four men and two women had been diagnosed in Africa, all deceased. I was the only one, living with my devastating illness. They required me attend a death group because of the harshness. In the group we had twelve Prinzmental Angina patients with an inherited form of disease. Our doctor, Jasmine Moon, died with aneurysm from the malicious sickness. Heart doctors refused to treat me; Till Jesus sent me to an awesome heart doctor, who cared. Still I had to fight this with Jesus holding me! When ten people in my group committed suicide; I felt so lost. I had endured for two years with dark tunneling pits, Watched over by my online chat family and Jesus; Before the night they code blued my hospital room, I could never imagine the destiny awaiting me. My Father, Jesus, showed me that night my poetry, I walked in His garden of beauty and perfection, Showing me, I wasn’t going to die in four months. He had an ultimate purpose, destined for me. I was so terrified I wrote twenty books that year, Going in pits of darkness and despair. Prinzmetal Angina was a rest disease for me; But it was also an active, bringing life threating arrythmia and tachycardia. Nineteen years later I am witness to His miracles. My heart had to be ablated from the death tachycardia; But I am His miracle and so are you, I live with many diseases now, held by Father Jesus, who cares. Let no doctor give you a verdict of death! Your body might be failing from a deadly onslaught; But remember only Our Lord knows your future, Keep hope in your heart and mind for His ultimate cure! His Amazing Grace Uplifted Me! No sickness or disease was too great for His healing power! I know now the radioactive soup in my failing foundation, Fort McClellan had first signed my death certificate. Jesus gave me a reprieve from death, Guiding me every day with His love and guidance. He told me long ago my poetry would save others. Together we struggle each day overcoming agony and sickness. He has never left me struggling in my disease, Holding me close in His spiritual healing. I feel His eternal energy, feeding me nutrients to live. I will always be His Christian Counselor, Chaplain, His Poet, and His Warrior For The World! When doctors run away, refusing a cure like I endured, You will never have to face your physical obstacles alone. His Amazing Grace Will Uplift You Too! Reach Out And Partake Of His Healing For All Afflictions! Be Made Whole By His Might! Heavenly Father, I ask for your total healing in my tortured radioactive torn body and I ask You to intervene in my fallen comrades, who are bearing the same whiplash and their innocent families! Give them the faith, hope, and healing in spirit, mind, and body as we fight for our rights in the court of the government! May all those sick and needing, Believe in Your ultimate Healing, and be healed in Your love and grace! You can conquer all battles, we face eternally! Be with Our veterans, wounded warriors, warriors of freedom, and their families, giving them the ultimate healing, courage and faith needed. Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2017-2019 Healing Touch Of Jesus I dedicate this book to “My Loving Savior, My Partner, In All I Write. Thank You Father for Your Blessed Gift!” You Taught Me Always, “A Loving Heart Wins Every Battle!” This book is also dedicated to so many special people in my life eternally, my forever families. It is dedicated to all of the world, needing hope and faith, all those needing His special healing touch! |