Lions, and Wizards, and Bears Oh My

I feel like it is important for me to write today, but I feel so ill. Degradation spell complete. I can barely eat. Finding the doorway, I push through to have the coffee poured in the cup. I can sit in a chair, barely there, but other than that, please stay away from my energetic body. I am not here for a feed today. I have nothing left. It feels like I am losing, but maybe there are some avenues opening for winning. Observation through my eyes finds the time and space where the lies began around Will and his whole stinking family. I try to communicate with my father today before it all falls apart. You will pay for what you have done, but do you really want Nazi Mr. VanBank to have his fun? Education was nothing to his family. I know that you are the ONLY medical wizardry. There is no brain and "gift package" like you. Do the intel and put them in a cell. If they do not STAND DOWN to your authority you have the right to guard the Mayer name. No more time on TV. It will make you too heavy. Concentrate and make a wand out of that old stethescope grampa Mayer placed in the downstairs extra bedroom. It belonged to you, as Mengala, and you would use it on Hitler only. His heart arithmia is a lot like Dick Cheney. You will hear it as a gentle beat of wizard magic being delivered into the world.