Cries of God, HEARD

Today I am at The Spyhouse off Central on West Broadway. I need a break from Caribou. The embiance here is fabulous. I have my East Berlin red star hat on. Maybe Cries of God has come true. My space warriors are hearing my baby cry and are tunnelling through all in vicinity. My whole body is being understood now and they are RAGE at all of you in Muncie, (Wilson and Police). It will ripple in all society. These are not the normal campers and they DO live in the veil, Dalai. Their magics are sure and now they will play with all the demons (people in body) around me who are shoving their bitterness, rage, deceit, and sex offense my way. I feel protected for the first time in a really long time. I am here, and it is clear that this venue change is good for me. A warrior stood on the corner smoking a cigarette waiting for me to be free to enter. I smiled at him and wished him a good day. Maybe things are exactly as you all could have never imagined because you are not part of this cruel spirituality clique. Thank you guys. I love your way.