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A New Paradigm


My late husband, Robin, and I built this bridge, the part over the dam itself, just him, our 12 year old son, and me. Our other children were nearby, young, and playing as we worked. When it was finished Robin wrote his version of how we did it and I wrote mine. That story is in my book, "Chapelgate, a Spiritual Memoir." To me, this bridge is symbolical of the work I would do under my Father, God's direction, in the latter part of my life, after Robin had died, while I was raising our children alone, and through my two Masters in Theology. I spent 15,000 hours retranslating the King James Bible back into not just the original meaning of the ancient Biblical Hebrew and Greek but back into the original paradigm. It is quite different and much more wondrous than anyone has grasped. God helped me do it through the stories he would place in my life for me to walk with him through. These were not sweet and simple but cost me every drop of everything I had, including Chapelgate and this bridge. So this bridge represents my connecting the Lodge side on the right of this picture, our home, our immediate family dwelling place that we loved, to the Grist Mill and outlying pioneer buildings we also owned, on the left side of the bridge. Once the bridge was in place we could walk from the Lodge side to the Mill side, without leaving our property. That's what God taught me how to do for Christianity and our paradigm. I rejoined the New Testament with it's foundation, the Old Testament. Once back together, properly, they are magnificent. Every story I walked through is in my book through my stories, poems, and songs, "Chapelgate, a Spiritual Memoir."


Copyright 2024 Angel Isaacs All Rights Reserved

Written September 27, 2024 at 10:10 am

(True Feast of Trumpets; Rosh Hashana date)

Note: This night I checkin to Spa Castle, stories; Werewolf; Head place, elohim, 3 portraits on FB: Gabe, J&E, Mark, Robin top creation Israel bone. Hurricane Helene hit NC 11 am Sept. 27, 2024 same time my Dallas trip was happening. Once again my life timing matches ancient Hebrew calendar essence perfectly to the point of correcting the calendar.


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