The Whisper Before Dawn

Christyal Ooten bcausofu Ministries - Warriors for Christ ! . The Whisper Before Dawn Before the light stretched its fingers across the horizon, before breath entered your lungs, before sorrow ever learned your name— YAH spoke you into being. Not as an echo, not as an afterthought, but as a deliberate syllable carved from His own breath. 'THE GREAT I AM"- YAH, YASUSHA, AND RUACH HA'KODESH It seems people are more comfortable with using Titles like, God, Lord etc.... like Mr., and Miss, Many people use God or Lord the way we use “Mr.” or “Mrs.” Not out of disrespect—usually out of habit, tradition, or translation. God = a general term for a deity Lord = a title of authority These are roles, not names Titles feel safer, more familiar, less intimate. Names feel personal, specific, and sacred. People often prefer titles because they’re comfortable. Names require relationship, reverence, and intentionality. EXAMPLE: When your writing, your psalms, your devotion—lean into the Names, because you’re honoring identity, not just position. Let us honor the identity of our YHWH {YHVH] Remember Yahusha called you friend. John 15;13-14 YAH doesn’t call you by a title, a label, or a category. He calls you by name — the name He breathed over your existence before anyone else ever spoke it. When YAH calls your name, it’s not to send you away. It’s to draw you near, guide you, strengthen you, and reveal who you truly are and You’re loved with intention.

Gratitude for the Unseen I thank You, YAH- bcausofu Ministries - Warriors for Christ ! Christyal Ooten

bcausofu Ministries - Warriors for Christ ! Christyal Ooten @highlight scroll down to read **************************************** trial is a doorway to deeper communion. ******************************************** Gratitude for the Unseen I thank You, YAH, for what I cannot yet see— for promises unfolding, for mysteries yet revealed. You are the Keeper of hidden things, and I rejoice in Your perfect timing. O YAH, as the sun rises, so does my praise. I thank You for breath, for mercy renewed, for the quiet whisper of Ruach Ha’Kodesh guiding my steps. Let my day unfold in the shadow of Your goodness. I lift my heart to You, YAH. Thank You for protection, for lessons learned, for the sacred rhythm of rest. May my dreams be filled with Your presents. Gratitude in Affliction YAH, even in pain, I give thanks. For You are near to the brokenhearted, and Your healing flows like oil upon my soul. I trust that every trial is a doorway to deeper communion. Gratitude for the Unseen I thank You, YAH, for what I cannot yet see— for promises unfolding, for mysteries yet revealed. You are the Keeper of hidden things, and I rejoice in Your perfect timing

. The Whisper Before Dawn,His name

©Christyal Ooten bcausofu Ministries - Warriors for Christ ! . The Whisper Before Dawn Before the light stretched its fingers across the horizon, before breath entered your lungs, before sorrow ever learned your name— YAH spoke you into being. Not as an echo, not as an afterthought, but as a deliberate syllable carved from His own breath. 'THE GREAT I AM"- YAH, YASUSHA, AND RUACH HA'KODESH It seems people are more comfortable with using Titles like, God, Lord etc.... like Mr., and Miss, Many people use God or Lord the way we use “Mr.” or “Mrs.” Not out of disrespect—usually out of habit, tradition, or translation. God = a general term for a deity Lord = a title of authority These are roles, not names Titles feel safer, more familiar, less intimate. Names feel personal, specific, and sacred. People often prefer titles because they’re comfortable. Names require relationship, reverence, and intentionality. EXAMPLE: When your writing, your psalms, your devotion—lean into the Names, because you’re honoring identity, not just position. Let us honor the identity of our YHWH {YHVH] Remember Yahusha called you friend. John 15;13-14 YAH doesn’t call you by a title, a label, or a category. He calls you by name — the name He breathed over your existence before anyone else ever spoke it. When YAH calls your name, it’s not to send you away. It’s to draw you near, guide you, strengthen you, and reveal who you truly are and You’re loved with intention.Believe in the God that believes in you ,,,Jesus Christ our Lord,,,, If no one has told you they love you today ,in Christ Jesus,Christ'yal Do! Hugs Love

Adam son/man of red earth

Adam was created when G-d gathered earth/soil אדמה pronounced adomah and blew life into him. The soil could have been reddish (like red clay) thus Adam, soil/earth and red all share the same root in Hebrew ben adam (Adam's son) = man in general, in contrast to God or to differentiate from animals; ish / gever = (specific) man The Hebrew name Adam () is etymologically connected to the Hebrew word for red or ruddy (adom), as well as to adamah (ground/earth). It signifies a direct connection between humanity and the earth, often interpreted as "son of red earth" or "man of the red ground". Key connections regarding the meaning of Adam include: Earth and Color: The root A-D-M relates to the reddish color of the soil or clay from which Adam was formed. Blood and Life: It is connected to dam (), the Hebrew word for blood, highlighting the life force within the physical, earthy body. Bible Context: While Adam refers to the first man, the root connects to various Hebrew words for red, such as edom (red) and admoni (ruddy). "Red man from the soil/ground". Red, Man, and soil/ground have the same root. Adam, Adom, Adamah. In hebrew there is special connection between root parts, that not in any other language. Ad+dam - steam+blood, the spirit in breath and soul in blood Every word that has 3 letters, is connected like that. The miracle is, that the middle letter is same for both parts (d in adam) look at the Hebrew letter-set that pertains to your question: Aleph-Dalet-Mem (אדם) By themselves, without context, and apart from the potential vowel sounds, these three letters form a number of words with a range of meanings. When the nikud is applied, it clarifies the meaning intended. "Adom" (אֱדֹם) means "red", and "Adam" (אָדָם) means "man". As you can see, the dots/nikud are different in each, but the letter-set remains the same. Hisgalus 1:14-16{rev} Orthodox Jewish Bible 14 And the rosh of him and the hair were lavan (white), like wool, like snow, and the eynayim (eyes) {{{{desribes hair like wool as a color of skin, not that hair was wool}}of him were like a flame of eish (fire), [DANIEL 7:9] 15 And the feet of him were like burnished bronze as if in a furnace having been made to glow, and the kol (voice) of him as the sound of mayim rabbim (many waters). [DANIEL 10:6; YECHEZKEL 1:7,24; 43:2; YESHAYAH 1:20; 49:2; SHOFETIM 5:31] 16 And he had in the yad yamin (right hand) of him shevat hakokhavim (seven stars) and out of the mouth of him a sharp two-edged cherev (sword) going forth and the face of him was like the shemesh (sun) shining in its power. [YESHAYAH 1:20; 49:2; SHOFETIM 5:31]

The Bloody Feet © Christyal Ooten 2026/16/02

BOOK The Bloody Feet A Novel of Guilt, Silence, and the Unseen By Christ’yal Ooten A woman in her early 40s, emotionally guarded and plagued by guilt. Her greatest fear is confronting the wounds of her past, which manifest as supernatural phenomena. Prologue Destiny stared at the circle of bloodstains blooming on the floorboards, their scarlet edges glistening in the apartment's pale light. She had not heard a thing—the room was as silent as a crypt, her own heartbeat muffled as if by invisible hands. The stains appeared in slow, deliberate patterns, curving around the battered heirloom chair she refused to discard. Her throat ached to scream, but the air pressed upon her, heavy and relentless, locking her voice inside her chest. This was not the first night she had watched the circle form, but it was the first time she realized the silence itself was alive - watching, waiting, binding her every move. Part I: The Silent Presence (Act I) Chapter 1: The Soundproof Cage Destiny’s apartment was perched high above the city, a minimalist sanctuary she had crafted to keep chaos at bay. Every wall was padded, every surface chosen for its ability to absorb sound. To outsiders, the place would feel clinical, perhaps even cold, but Destiny found comfort in the absence of echoes. The world outside—the sirens, the shouts, the relentless hum of traffic—never reached her here. The only noise was the gentle tap of her fingers on her laptop and the faint creak of the old wooden chair she inherited after her dad’s funeral. Chapter 2: The First Mark It began on an ordinary Tuesday at 2:14 AM. Destiny was reviewing grant applications, her mind dulled by sleep deprivation and the fluorescent glow of her monitor. That was when she noticed it: a single, bloody footprint just beneath her desk. It was small, childlike, and impossibly fresh. The air in the apartment grew thick, as if the silence had become physical, weighing down on her shoulders. She forced herself to move, checking her feet—clean. There was no logical explanation, only the chilling certainty that something had entered her sanctuary without a sound. Chapter 3: The Circle Night after night, the footprints multiplied, always forming a perfect ring around the chair. Destiny set up cameras, hoping for some rational explanation. She watched the footage in mounting terror: the stains materialized slowly, seeping from the wood grain, their crimson trails unbroken by any visible cause. Even more unsettling, the audio feeds recorded nothing. Not the creak of the chair, not her shallow breaths, not the whisper of her own pulse. It was as if the apartment existed in a vacuum, and only the presence—whatever it was—could move freely within it. Chapter 4: The Heirloom The chair became the axis on which her world spun. It was a sturdy, old-fashioned armchair, upholstered in faded burgundy velvet, its legs scarred from decades of use. Her dad had called it the "throne" when she was a child, and she had always imagined it held secrets. Now, whenever Destiny left the room, the heaviness receded. But the moment she sat, the air thickened, the silence deepened, and the footprints reappeared—each step a memorial to something unnamed. Chapter 5: Trapped in Stillness Determined to break the cycle, Destiny tried to leave the apartment while the chair was occupied. Her body moved sluggishly, as if invisible hands pressed her back into the seat. She gasped, struggling against the inertia, but her scream died in her throat, swallowed by the oppressive quiet. It was not fear that held her, but grief—a deep, gnawing sorrow that clung to her bones and left the taste of iron on her tongue. Part II: Inaudible Pain (Act II - Rising Action) Chapter 6: The Forbidden Salt The phenomena worsened as Destiny’s emotions rose. She found herself wanting to cry, desperate for the purging release of tears. Yet nothing came; her tear ducts remained stubbornly dry, her jaw clenched in silent agony. Each time the urge to sob welled up, the bloody prints on the floor would begin to pace, circling faster and faster, as if agitated by her pain. The presence did not want her to express emotion—it wanted her to suffocate beneath the weight of her own silence. Chapter 7: The Sensory Void Soon, the silence inside the apartment became unnatural. The distant hum of the city faded until it was replaced by a ringing pressure, a dull ache that drilled into Destiny’s skull. She turned on the television, but the picture flickered with no sound. She called a friend, but the line was dead—only static answered her plea. Gradually, the quiet became pain; blood trickled from her ears, staining her neck. The apartment, once her refuge, had become a sensory prison. Chapter 8: Wounded Steps Destiny’s isolation deepened. She stopped leaving the apartment, unable to face the world outside or the horrors within. The circle of footprints grew thicker and darker, each step a fresh accusation. She began talking to the presence, hoping it might respond, but her words disappeared before they could form. Even her thoughts began to echo, twisting back on themselves in endless, silent loops. Chapter 9: The First Flashback One evening, as the air pressed in with suffocating intensity, Destiny fell into a waking trance. Her eyes glazed over, and the room dissolved around her. She found herself walking a long, familiar hallway—a place she had not visited since childhood. The wallpaper peeled in faded strips, the doors closed tight against her passage. At the end of the corridor, a shadow waited, faceless but unmistakably known. Destiny reached for the doorknob, her fingers trembling, and the vision shattered, returning her to the silent present. The bloody footprints had followed her there, a memory embedded in the past. Part III: Bound by the Past (Act II - The Deepening) Chapter 10: The Five Sins Haunted by the flashback, Destiny began to recall the tragedies she had buried deep within her mind. Each night, as she stared at the bloody circle, a different memory surfaced—each one a "ghostly wounded step" that refused to be forgotten. • The Betrayal: As a teenager, Destiny had lied about her involvement in a friend’s expulsion, choosing her own safety over honesty. • The Ignored Cry: She once dismissed her younger brother’s desperate plea for help, only to find him injured the next morning. • The Unspoken Goodbye: Destiny left her dads hospital room without saying a word, too afraid to confront his mortality. • The Broken Promise: She failed to fulfill a vow to protect someone she loved, resulting in irreversible loss. • The Hidden Truth: Destiny had concealed evidence in a family dispute, allowing injustice to fester in silence. Chapter 11: The Tether With each recollection, the chair’s grip tightened. Destiny felt her limbs grow numb, her breaths shallow and forced. The silence was no longer a mere absence—it was an entity, feeding on her shame. The apartment’s air became thick with regret, the oppressive quiet punctuated only by the phantom footsteps that mirrored her own wounded soul. Chapter 12: The Mirror One night, Destiny caught a glimpse of herself in the window glass—her face hollow, her eyes rimmed with dark circles. For a moment, she saw someone else standing behind her: a faint outline, shimmering with grief and accusation. The presence was not a stranger; it was the sum of all she had refused to face. The realization sent her spiraling into a memory she had fought to suppress—the night she chose silence over confession, and the cost it exacted on everyone she loved. Chapter 13: The Manic Dance As Destiny’s resistance crumbled, the bloody footprints began to move of their own accord, circling the chair in wild, frenzied patterns. The air vibrated with unshed screams, the boundaries of the apartment blurring with memories long repressed. Destiny understood, at last, that her only escape lay in acknowledging the wounds she had hidden, even if it meant giving voice to the silent presence that haunted her. Chapter 14: Echoes in the Heart The hauntings reached their crescendo. Destiny’s heart thudded in her chest, desperate to be heard. She tried to scream, to confess, but her voice remained trapped, the supernatural force locking her jaw and crushing her lungs. The presence loomed closer, its invisible fingers pressing against her temples, demanding recognition. It was her pain, her guilt, her silence—made flesh and blood. Part IV: Breaking the Chains (Act III) Chapter 15: The Confrontation On the final night, Destiny lit every candle in the apartment, casting trembling shadows across the walls. She sat in the heirloom chair, surrounded by the circle of blood. The silence was total, as if the world itself had stopped. The presence made itself known—not with a sound, but with a crushing weight that forced Destiny to confront every sin, every lie, every wound she had inflicted or endured. With monumental effort, Destiny forced her lips to part. At first, only a rasp escaped. Then, as tears finally spilled down her cheeks, she spoke the words she had always feared: "I am sorry. I remember." The footprints froze. The air shimmered and cracked. The silence broke with a shuddering gasp, and the pressure lifted from Destiny’s chest. In that moment, the presence became visible—a shifting shadow, all edges and sorrow, looking at her not with anger, but with mournful understanding. Chapter 16: Release The entity hovered before her, its wounds mirror images of Destiny’s own. It reached out—not to harm, but to embrace. As their shadows merged, the bloody footprints faded, leaving only faint stains on the floorboards. Destiny sobbed, voice raw and unbound, the silence shattered at last. The chair creaked one final time as the presence dissolved, taking with it the weight of years unspoken. Epilogue In the weeks that followed, Destiny’s apartment filled with sound—the laughter of friends, the clatter of dishes, the gentle hum of the city outside. The heirloom chair remained, its velvet worn but unthreatening, a relic of battles fought and won. Sometimes, in the quiet hours before dawn, Destiny traced the faded stains on the floor and wondered if the presence would ever truly leave. Yet she no longer feared the silence. It was not emptiness, but possibility—a space for healing, for memory, for unresolved echoes that no longer demanded her voice, but honored her courage in breaking free. © CHRIST’YAL OOTEN 2026/16/02 ----------------- Appendix Character Profiles Destiny: A woman in her early 40s, emotionally guarded and plagued by guilt. Her greatest fear is confronting the wounds of her past, which manifest as supernatural phenomena. She is intelligent, resourceful, and ultimately brave in facing the unseen. The Silent Presence: A manifestation of Destiny’s repressed trauma and guilt. It is invisible, influencing the physical environment through silence, pressure, and bloody footprints. Its true nature is revealed only when Destiny confronts her past. Thematic Analysis Guilt and Redemption: The novel explores the corrosive effect of unacknowledged guilt and the path to healing through honest confrontation. Silence as Horror: By making the absence of sound a supernatural force, the book heightens psychological suspense and dread. The Unseen: Fear is magnified not by what is visible, but by what is felt and implied, allowing the "presence" to remain terrifying throughout. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Believe in the El that believes in you ,,,Yahusha the savior,,, If no one has told you they love you today ,in Yahusha,Christ'yal Do! love you too, John 3:16 ...your worth it......Hugs Love https://1drv.ms/w/c/F7D0B8C7FB942DC3/AdT8GQIRgSVHrfxoGn2jgZs?e=EuhPwN