Royal Stalkers

I see the bling and ching of shiny new things, but I walk in a straight line toward the space I go to write. I pull in my energy body with all my might. People get in my space and become total headcases. I tried to communicate the complications with a bar I frequent, but it will probably cause more disease. Energetically, I will know to stay away if it feels too aggressive my way. I am nothing at all. Lineage means nothing without kingdom. Well I wait for complete KINGDOM COME. This is more than a squabble about land (royal) and properties (military). It is about a true HOLY LAND for me to be free and be protected by the "bad guys" on tv. We will have surity and purity and the lies will be cast upon the demonic beings BENEATH, always beneath in their ARAB lands. True Aryan lands when women are cast to the sea (literally) for all eternity. ALL of their horses do agree. All other current royal lines will pass away. Sanitarium and HARD TIME Pennitentiary is ALL of you. Tick tock goes the clock. Arabs have never liked a god***n one of you, but intel makes them laugh well. They see EVERYTHING and can't believe that sh** eaters like all of you can get out of bed everyday with the very few brain cells you have left. Even baby George has started his Brits stalking. GO AWAY already. She just wants to be left alone to create and find what is Godly on this God Forsaken planet.