I feel completely beaten today. There is so much coming my way energetically. I wish I could write something pretty, but I am at a loss. So many thoughts come to me and I must find a broom and sweep them away. There is no response to the lightning of my writing. I am alone in a very pure form of misery. I have a small place in my heart where I feel that the light will return. I will move soon and go to the MOA.
I have been having heavy dreams of late. I can see the darkness in my eyes upon waking. I will continue to unite the realities that are in flux right now. Psychiatry continues to label me so cruelly as pathological. You all have no idea what even thunder will do to your mind in the future. I work every day to get team law enforcement out, but their cruelty is a bit daunting.
This is the day that we have made. Mystical realities weigh heavy on my heart, and I must pray that someone will hear me before they force me on more uneeded meds with torturous side effects and hospitalize me. They have bound and gagged me, and the people who are supposed to fight for justice for someone like me are stalking me from behind the scenes and laughing cruelly at my weight gain and extended period of akethesia. ICP family is saintly in comparison to someone like Amy Klobechar. Bitch just wants to be on tv. ICP tunnel through and begin to talk to Dr. Drew through her pie hole.
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