Lady Crimson Rose came to be as a result of 6 years in the wilderness, lonely, wandering and searching for the truth. The real truth. Nothing less than warts and all, crying for a voice that would speak the truth she was called to witness and pass on.
It is a never ending process that is still in going on. She is covered by the crimson blood of Jesus Christ, who saved her in spite of her ongoing unworthiness and stupidity. She longs for wisdom and the strength to carry on. She hopes her words can in some way reflect the Almighty God she serves as she waits rescue from the insane asylum.