Permit me to wax poetic, dear reader, and regale you with the fantastical musings of one Kat Kerr, a self-proclaimed “prophetess” of the most curious sort. This pink-haired seer, who claims to have traversed the ethereal realms of Heaven thousands of times, amuses us with her fanciful tales of Christmastown, where Old Saint Nick resides, and a “mock hell” where impudent young ladies are cured of their immodesty through divine intervention. She even speaks of a place called “Passionate Paradise” where chaste and pure souls frolic in eternal bliss.

You can read all about those at this link.

But, alas, her delusions do not end there. Like many false prophets before her, she fancies herself a wielder of the elements and even proclaims to have command over the weather. According to her, like God, she can halt hurricanes with the sound of her voice.

Now, if you will pardon the exaggerated eccentricity, as though such a clown deserves anything more, here is her latest blunder: an affront to Most High, she leads her followers in a prayer to “give God permission” to “get her attention.” One can only ponder the hubris required to believe that the almighty requires permission for anything. The truth, dear friends, shall inevitably come crashing down on the heads of these charlatans, and I can only hope that it is not too late for them to repent.