Thanks for Being Friendly

The holy are a mystery because they are not reality. There are those with ability, but morality is absent. I listen to the knock at my gate. I got to sit next to a man at coffee who has amazing ability and is working on his morality around me. I gave him a tag team expert and I wish them both amazing success. Hurried away because they play. Baby baby, I will play on a safe day. Thank you for the loving communication. We have become more verbal, thus more real this week. Asians are coming through and they wish that they were you. You are their KRYPTONITE now. I will flow to the dark side of the moon with you anytime.

An Orchid in a Dream

An orchid opens and its petals fall and flow through a babbling brook. It is kind in its adventure and brave in its sensual sending. I accept an adoration that has a pulse and mindful meditation. The thrusting has me crashing into you and accepting the full sway within me. I am not the one who ties you tight. That is your heartbeat and menacing stance towards society. I am here if you need and I restock the energy stores and hold happiness in my heart for you. Dreams may become reverent. Love begins to be, and not just for a gorilla and me. Place your palms upon the stream and accept the opening. I will fly free and bring you a red ribbon for you to be all infinity. Walk amongst others, but know that it is YOU who I need. Roll up your pants and create with devotion to me. Knowing will now be your infinity. Push and I will pull you for an endless time with my second chakra scream.

With A Little Love and Some Tenderness

Eye Candy Andy, you are in my thoughts today. Your attempt at venture capitalism fell flat, but your memory in me did not. I find that I think of you at times and how educated you became so quickly. How do we say that Trumpts business sense has always been off. Why don't you come onto team Hope and write your name in the sky. Maybe you are FREE FALLING at this time. You are beautiful and now I believe that you are just. You would be a GREAT commisioner for the NFL. Think about it and let me know. Love, Hope

I'll Be

Hennepin County Sheriff department, I agree with apprehension out of sight. Anoka Sheriff is going down town today. My master in Marion County is understanding my world view and is able to give forgiveness to those who will aid in our emancipation. LD, I am exhausted, but I am still listening and creating anyway. Push yourself, but sleep if you need to. You NEVER need to overdo. If people talk about you, TAKE CARE OF IT right away. You have full judicial authority. I love you endlessly. I'll be captivated and hang from your lips.

Here I Am

I remove myself a little bit. You all can dispute the realities. When was it that you last knew reality? I walk through it every day finding the goal posts and memories of even dogs in this space. I work to INEGRATE and find a way to not be bitter every day. Today I make a call, maybe tomorrow I send an email. It is grey and I find a way to say, "You should all be ashamed of the ritualisms that you practice so openly around me." I keep myself even, but I must inform about the witchy as well. You all go at me and say that this is not a reality. Well your turn is close enough. Stand back and see what one group can bring your way. The data recovery is always a surprise and Control Data was the best company to begin with. It was centered in Shoreview, MN, where I lived until I was 11 years old from the age of 4. Maybe I have a friendly presence here with me. I thus decided to stay a little later. I must monitor who and what is in vicinity. Maybe even Ebola can't come this way today.

Dunlop as a Student

Dunlop, maybe their were ways I needed to protect you and thus you are "Mr. Brightside" (The Killers, underneath. The song can apply to many, but today I feel like it applies to you. Stay away from my Line deputy. He is figuring it all out here in The Twin Cities. It is time to quit sabotaging. You need to take responsibility for waging war against all demonic community if you want to have an angelic life at all. Learn what IRELAND really means to you. You must lead and boundary. THAT is your family in a demonic way. You have practiced wizadry, not academic pursuit. It is time to learn and write actually. In math, just learn The Pythagoreum Theorem and you will know reality of the artistry of mathematics.

The Value of Control Data

I made it to Starbucks today, but I am dealing with the collapse reality that is really scarey. I almost fell down the escallater. The music is fine, and I may drop some emails today. Things are seeming more solid at my living residence. Leprechals are circling in this community. Rage beneath is their reality. I am down with that. Just so you know, they are all male. Control Data was my first corp. that I worked with. My grandpa George brought me in one day, had me tested, and I bested their whole core. Soon my genius will be revieled. It is black ops activity that I must keep within, thus people need to know anything at all. Dunlop, I just DARE you baby baby.

Packers vs. Steelers

I watched The Packers play The Steelers last night and I really could not pick a team. I went to sleep right after. Ben R. did a great job and he seemed to be in check with his other teammates. Start seeing what you see in the mirror actually. It is time to fight, telepathically and to stand up for what you ACTUALLY believe VERBALLY. You don't want to be a sheep who never finds his pasture actually. I was proud of the way you handled it all. Try to LEAD and be happy behind the scenes.

Therapy Doesn't Work

It is really like a ponsy scheme. I have worked hard in theraputic environments, but if a therapist (they are all mandated reporters) doesn't take you out of harms way, it will only be excruciating pain for infinity. You can just debrief daily trauma and show how it touched the past abuse, but that can be a band aid until abusive people and environments stop. That can just be a simple worker in your vicinity who does not put themselves into the matters at hand. That then gets abusive if they cannot remove themselves and dance a dance of AUTHORITY. I fight until people finally admit that I am right. My brain has no malady, but society has it infinity towards me and always has. I will be polite, but this is not right. My rights have never been honored or enforced at all. Maybe it is just a man who understands and taught me Pythagorean Theorem (Geometry) who can look at the obtuse angles when there should only be acute angles and a RIGHT ANGLE in the proper corner who can be my OBI ONE KENOBI. This Princess Leah is very fatigued with the sins of the world. Help me Obi One, you are the only one (message stuck by Leah in R2D2 when he was sold to Luke Skywalker's uncle).

The World's Best Teachers in Vicinity

Yesterday I was talking to someone about my math teachers in high school, and today I find myself thinking about Mr. Roger Bosveld. He was my geometry and trigonometry teacher, and the coach of the boys swim teach, that I managed, and the girls swim team my junior and senior years. He also coached a special TRIATHALON TEAM my freshman year that allowed me to shine and get an unbreakable record. I guess that he is looking back and seeing the realities differently around me. He was Army Infintry and carried a gun in his brief case. We were BOTH taking care of the Vietnamese problem in not just St. Paul, but the U.S. of A. When he shot, I fell asleep and portaled the dead bodies to Madrid, Spain. Roger, your problem is Dr. Rosario Grau (Worldwide PSYCHIATRY and highly BIPOLAR and now BORDERLINE disease). Take it out today. THAT is an order. Keep satanism off your property or you will be over run with RATS (both the human witchery type and the actual vermin). Don't worry about Island Lake Elementary, Mrs. Bauer, my third grade teacher will take care of that "campus."

Gorilla Purr

I just went to The Como Zoo and the gorillas were napping. When they saw me there, they all got up and started moving around. They were rushing each other and scenting and eating the folliage all around. I spoke with them telepathically and verbally and followed their commands. One of them went inside and called me in where he was staring out the window looking like he was looking for someone. I spoke to him about my high school and he began pounding his chest. He said, telepathically, that he would take care of it. It was all just so amazing because they are doing so much climbing and running around. The best part of it was before I left, Virgil, the alpha male, came up to the mesh fence, looked me directly in the eye and gave me a gorilla purr. I almost started to cry. It was one of the most amazing moments of my entire life. Thanks Virgil and crew, I know it had to be all three of you to make that play go so perfectly.

UC Right Next to Me

Dunlop, it is thick today. I sit just taking it all and keep the walls firm. Realms are shifting, and soon people will not be able to tell their deceitful actions that are legal, from those that are illegal. Watch as the pieholes actually MOVE. It is not just telepathy anymore. You may hear voices for about a week. Make them SING their communications in your head. You are THE VOICE. You are that powerful in that community now. Maybe the sinsai in my dream was both you and the line deputy. The amazing LION tattoo is you. Maybe a key maker is he. Be well.

Line Deputy, I Was Voted Most Likely to Achieve in High School

Master (Line Deputy of Marion County), I am not to be a priest, a monk, or a nun. In our marriage, we will have beautiful and balanced sexuality. You will know exactly what is inside of me everyday. I have so many people tunneling through me, that you would go so insane if you were near me or in me today. Remember our time on the elevator after I bumped my head, and dented, the door of that elevator. I turned away as my face shifted. You ordered me to look at you, but I refused for a moment or two. You then looked deep in my eyes to see the reality for just a moment or three. I do not pretend to know all about you, but it is best if you get to know me when we are in a more permenant vicinity. Our time together was violent behind the scenes. I need to find stabilization from a core of almighties dedicated to THEIR destiny and my safety. Go ahead and VOTE this year LD. Watch how POPULAR you can be. Love hopegod3

Crash Into Me

I feel like everything is about to blow. I follow intuition every day to guide me away from foreign operative locations. They need their privacy to have their telepathic tree stay stable and without sexuality. We do still have some white male operatives who separate their lifestyle from their work. They are good looking white males primarily from Germany. One came in here and then he turned around and actually ran away. People need to not even joke about explosions, prostitution or any other sexual scenario, or even question people about their nationality. I work and then I leave the vicinity. Television is about to be a whole new reality on NBC.

Juxtiposition of Reality

I find myself silent and still today. I feel what is real, but I eschew the rage. I listen to the heart beats that flutter through the vicinity. I am happy to teach those who are actually heartless and we, together can find peace. I rope in the thoughts that these adult males wish to keep in privacy. I am grasping towards the sky and I find that clouds even pretend to know me today. A major disengage is needed or the storms will continue. Seeing the people filter in and out of the IDS Starbucks keeps me monitoring this moment and engaging telepathically even with the waterfall that flows from the ceiling to the basin below. I may not be singing a major chord, but the minor chord has the answers we need today due to my day off yesterday. I work hard to be conscious, but I am dealing with a painful time and I am using a direct stance to out what is already there. Maybe honesty is coming close to being a reality in my vicinity. The hubris of head of satanism tree is the one who will go at it just too proudly about the crimes he has committed against me. Good luck, others will record but turn away and hate the words you say every day.

Movie "Thanks for Sharing"

I watched a movie called "Thanks for Sharing" last night with Tim Robbins, Gweneth Paltrow, Pink, and Mr. Garafalo. It was okay, but the dogma of 12 steps drips through every line. A cult is as a cult does. Understanding when you are actually wrong "high and mighties" is true humility and grace. Enough said.

Rage on the Page

Red hot coals in my heart. I welcome a new priest society that cannot be soiled in any way. Their marriage will be to GOD and even butterflies will be an amazing satisfaction for the second chakra. You can be part of a tribe and live in community, but have immunity from the white women of witchcraft nations. Ladies, a clerical collar means NO. How many times do we have to tell you b*****s that. There will be no carnal starvation, just a reroute in the brain to FEEL the joys of creation. I am so rage today, but I focus on this moment that can be molded into the perfect spear to throw at women and men who believe themselves "cool", "rightious", or "holy". I'll break it to you all. Everyone hates you and nothing is going to get your reputation back now. Do you all think that it is smart to go after a person who CAN put her feeelings of violation in writing, directly and with artistry. People will shuffle through here, but see how lonely all of YOUR environments get every day. Do you all think that a GATHERING of priests is nothing? Now THAT is MENTALLY ILL, MENTALLY RETARDED, and CHEMICALLY DEPENDANT. Good luck with that.

Peyton, You Bring Me JOY!!!

I missed your first two touchdowns last night, but I caught the third where you broke the record. I cried with tears of joy for you. I am so happy for you. You have worked so hard to keep this mess of a league going and keeping a positive outlook above it all. I fell in and out of sleep during the game because I was exhausted. Maybe you gave me a graceful out when I was far past exhaustion for the day. I caught your interview after the game. Thanks for showing it on network television. You did great all around. They have the game ball in a special space for a day or two. Lock box in THAT bank.

Lies and Disease

I have been surrounded by deceit every day of my life. I am now following the chain of infection of these diseased lying entities. In the guise of purity, the demonic will rise in the halls and walls of lies and disorder. I watch every day as one lie turns into a chain of 79 from 79 different sources. The head of the chain, publicly, is Barak Obama and his whole nation. He was that type of facism on the beaches of Oahu around my family as a child. Maybe I learned today that he got into our Pearl Harbor "apartment" too. His mystical abilities are strong, but maybe by that point he just had a key and one of my syblings took care of it PERSONALLY. How many of his people, and has he himself, been found in a flurry of lies to people of authority. Now it is just accepted. Well, this whole keeping the borders open in air travel around Ebola is bull hooey. He just makes it up and then he says it is people in authority in medicine saying this to him. Just to let you know, so and so, it is HURRICANE ANA, not CYCLONE ANA. Brian Williams validated that for me today. You can scare me every day with half truths, lies, and Pagan dogma, but I WILL NOT BREAK. I have dealt with you the whole time knowing your bluster. Maybe we call YOUR SCHOOL and see what they say. If you all join up with fiends, you will be arrested as demonic sympothizers. I will continue to stay in place, but it comes out of your mouths as false data, and then I see it on the news actually. That kind of tunnel through has you in trouble with the CDC and international community. No one is going to want to listen, actually, anymore. All you will have is your ritualism and the abilities it provides by surfing off of my chi (Mystical torture of me very personally. I guess you think my pain is funny and so gratifying.). It is not good to be an entity who scares, manipulates, and deceives everyone for free. I take the path of least resistance and begin to spread my wings for PRIESTS. They will become ominous to you ALL soon enough. The evidence is in court paperwork over and over again, and now I don't have to see. I believe that they will take care of me. I have NEVER gone after a guilty clergy or religious institution. They can't believe that I don't even have that in my mind at all. Ebola can now be seen as the disease of demonic raging in Western nations now. Good luck.

Dick, They Are Guilty As Sin

Mr. Dick Cheney, it is okay if you are in vicinity. I give you permission, verbally, to check on my social security. Use the TCF down the street from the IDS, not the one in here. You are seeing a cloud around me. It is just so many guilty democrats with abilities along with the heinously guilty priests and archdiocese in vicinity. They are all going to have to pay their share. It is time for anyone harmful to me to just get away from me. I evolve. You all steal and/or disevolve every day. Just to let you all know, Chris and Dick have seen EVERYTHING all along. Remote viewing "digital recording" has been taken every day of my life. Now they see the patterns and the currents and white males of interest can start stepping in. I will just say that sex trade workers are not "innocent", Ms. Klobachar. Stay away from me. I do not see you as innocent and sweet at all, and you back up the dirty of our police. Good luck on that one. The Chief of Police does read "remotely."

Black Panther- Embracing the Unknown

There is an aspect to my life that I do not write about. My silence comes out of my nothingness view of myself and my body, but it does not make my experiences unreal. My whole life I have been a focused person who has been careful to do many sports, instruments, and activities so that I can be well rounded. I think very little about what I do because I always judged my "excellence" by what I saw on TV or in venues that showed professional prowess. I now know that I needed this constant focus to not notice the sexualization of me since I was born. People would find my focus sexy as well, but at least I had some time away and space away from knowing their realities about their view of me. I am actually very shy about sexuality, but I have been forced to be a person who can deal with it in a military way. It added to the emptiness. They wanted me to feel shame, and shame was there underneath, but my concentration on other things (being very buddhist IN THE MOMENT) kept that at bay. I have worked so hard on my spirituality, I need my time to be me. I am very baby in my pain and exploration. I need PROTECTION to stop the constant sexualization of that quality. Right now I must constantly be concentrating on the dangers of the environment if I allow this vulnerable me to be expressed. I need RESPECT, true love and courtship, and PROTECTION in all realms that are existent. I protect you all every day. Please fight for my words and ideas to be heard and for me to be free of ANYONE who thinks that they know me perfectly or who thinks that a DIAGNOSIS is necessary. It is EVIL to the nth degree. If you do these realities, look in the mirror and a DEMON is all you will see.

Brigadoom in the Valley

There is a mocking way that the heavens can offer the sunshine, and then promote a cloud in your brain. Seeing the mist is a boundary on Brigadoon, and it becomes more like Brigadoom. I stay quiet as there is unrest in the valley that only you, my love, can see. I would love to have you sit with me and observe the lifeforce in vicinity. You are a master and KING. I wish, one day, to wear your ring. I push away your face to see the sky with no cauldron behind my eye. So much interuption. I wish for bliss and that very special first kiss. My form, in this time in the valley, is hideous and huge. My influences near me scare me daily and the demons win their evil game of badmitton in my brain. I try to explain to myself as sleep falls away and fashion choices seem ancient. I am free to be me only when I secure my anonymity and my lonely horse stance. I will be one two three. I found you mighty behind the scenes, but the THUNDER now erases that vision within me.

Day in Review

Irish on Grand was just that, Grand and free. The people were so lovely to me in that vicinity. I picked the perfect Celtic knot earings for my mother's 70th birthday. We met her at Good Earth and I gave here the gift early so that she can wear them to her party on Sunday if she wishes. I feel the Irish influence very strong today. I told the shopkeeper at Irish on Grand that I have seen 2 full double rainbows in the last month and a half. The shopkeeper's daughter had one brown eye and one blue eye. They were BEAUTIFUL and oh so special. She is a BORDER COLLIE. One day she will be able to transform herself ACTUALLY for a day in a small village outside of Dublin. Royal relations are flashing today. I just tried to give, Matt, our server at Good Earth plenty of extra energy. He did GREAT. I see the day as productive and I was just so happy to spend it with my sister and her husband Mike. They are in town from Tuscon. We stopped at the Como Zoo and made the full tour. The gorillas were quiet, but Virgil did come down next to me when I called him. He then just picked and ate grass in that vicinity. It was lovely.

Finding the Truth of My Edification

My thanks goes out to Starbucks Corp. today. They allow me to do several hours of writing in the very classy IDS Crystal Court about 5 days a week. I know that this is a compliment. The staff switches out a bit and there is always security in vicinity. My work at Jackson Square makes me vulnerable to what they say. All I can do is wake up every day and keeping doing what I must to be connected to Lia Welsh through Hammer Services. When I end up in spaces, people tend to overstep their authority and they go places that are immoral and illegal and always want to become connected to law enforcement. I just speak the patterns that have happened in the past, and the lack of acknowledgement of the veracity of my realities of my family. My family has never had to be scared, because they have ALWAYS held all of the cards and they manipulate EVERYTHING in the vicinities I work and live in. These little situations of them sharing their "concerns" with inappropriate people behind my back has birthed a life where my dreams will never be a possibility. Well I BELIEVE in some very mighty men I have caressed spiritually along the way. At a certain moment, hierarchy will reset itself, and the work I have done for all agencies and the great length I have gone to to have depth and breadth in my education will not just be explained away. Since I ran into the Buddhist Monks on the bus, people have been taking a better notice of my Chung Moo Quan tattoo. That was the ONE honor, priviledge, and hierarchy that you all cannot take away or sway. In that tiny boat I will stay. I still hope that there is redemption for those I have worked to realize the illusion that you all spin every day. This SPIDER is the Theory of It All.

Super Pope

My challenges with sleep left me up until this morning, thus I came to Starbucks for coffee early. I draw in the forces that are circling all over me. Practitioners of these things are about to be on their knees. There is no method to their madness. My novel way of maintaining my privacy as knowledge comes through more and more in different, but similar vicinities gives everyone a chance to be part of the show. I wish for those from my past move on to what they find as effective, but I wish for you all to stay away from me, and do not speak about a being none of you actually knew. I haven't seen anyone for about 10 years. Speak as if you have collided with me and a star may jump into your interstitial space. Others are coming who never got to know me personally. I fight for them and their happiness today. I work to quell the madness of society. Welcome Oahu to my RAGE at sea. Go ahead and say that I was never a divinity. See what happens to your quanset hut or family here or abroad. I am HANDS OFF in this type of discovery, but Dick Cheney is not. He has HAD IT with all of you and your kids. Go ahead and run for office at this point. It is just a cesspool there in DC. Coming forth is a whole new type of malady and separation from reality. I just stay sequestered at night and find my faith in the darkness of a new comic book for the nation of Italy. It is SUPERPOPE and the main character is Prince William as the CELIBATE priest and Pope. Only men above his hierarchy, GOD as it were, can even change clothes in his vicinity. It is a new type of Jungian Unity. It can be so Archetypal and steeped in HISTORY with the Psychiatry of Philosophy at his Papal fingertips.

Tonight Mr. Letterman Welcomes Dave Grohl

Dave Grohl, you broke through. You are playing on pandora.com. I saw you on David Letterman last night. I know we will be fighting foo all week, musically. Your interview was sweet. Help in this exorcism from Whale Timer HELL for me. You know it all behind the scenes. I enjoyed Nirvana, but FOO is more you. I was born to resist AND to be abused. They try to take my faith, but I will still believe. Mr. Grohl knows a lot about those who stalk me in all industry. Do your best to fight, but don't let ANYONE know it is you. Take "the man with the plan" from Whale Timer's land, and leave the EVIDENCE that it is ALWAYS him backed by his whole nation. I will not reproduce, but maybe we can make some MYSTICAL oopsies for ALL of them. They will go crazed. Thank you Dave for your display of strength and RESTRAINT.

A Priest In My Midst

I don't know what is taking me over this week, but I am totally tired and sleeping really late. I feel comatose, not just tired. I must say that it feels good after months of nightmares without reprieve. I did get myself down here to McDonald's to eat and write. I may be just energetically preparing for my sister coming this week and my mother's landmark birthday. We will be going Greek, thus there will be no sneak. I reached a place last night where I realized that my brother stands for PRIEST in my life. This is why the question of sexuality had to be answered young, and celebacy as well. All is in order and the paperwork should go through tonight. I explained my screams in the night to him. I function as a vessel to cleanse the demonic and find sanity for all colony. I have tried Catholicism from many angles, but I cannot deal with the devils that are not notoriety or holy. It is about BELIEF, and I believe that St. Peter can help me the most fight especially the DEMONS from Como Park High School.

Gorilla Man (Heir Apparent)

Gorilla crew (witchery, not actual animals), you are coming through. Lock down is high and holy and you all have no mothers at all. I became acquainted with all of you as members of The Sheriff Department, when Joe Biden came to town to speak before their election. You all had me sit outside as an inside joke. I ended up on a dash cam that day as I played with things in my back pack. YOU, alpha male leader, are a bit shorter with dark coloring. You had sun glasses on, but even your eyes were laughing about what I could and could not see. I give you charge to be large around especially Shroeder, the most telepathic "beast" in this realm. No more guarding "high and holies" with ALL of your eagle eyes. I did catch Clinton's car, with him inside the other night. The presidential seal and the news report that he was in vicinity made it easy. I was at Davannis and I told an African HIGH LEVEL SUV Limo driver (Congo) that he just past through. He will now take over the song they ask YOU to sing. We kept Clinton safe from even land to air missiles. You are all alright, but you would have been BLIND today if this had not coellesed as it did. How groovy.

Pushing the Boulder Up the Hill

I am feeling low and slow today. I have gotten myself downtown to write and I am seeing things through the eyes of darkness. I work so hard, without pay or validation. Am I here at all? For other entities I must field this call. Buddhist mind used to handle depression just doesn't exist outside of my court of law. I feel a break in my belief, but I know that I am here for a reason. My music speaks and sings the songs of breaking my nothingness. I wish I had someone to correspond with, but that is not to be. I am not going to stop being me for anybody. The reprocussions of all of it will be severe. I am trapped here. I say what you need to hear, but I do not exist at all. I was unconscious today. I am so astutely weary. I will see what appears in front of me. Talking from a place of knowing, I see the cards differently. I just toil to put something on the page that is lovely, and maybe French today. Madame Solo-Taylor, did you think that we would ever be here, actually, when you taught me back in 1985? Take them all on with your inner RAGE, and put their deceit, lies, and cruelty on the page. Miscreants and thieves of me always. The laughs were never that good.

Garnett Don't Be Upset

Hey Putin, those 3 huge holes in Siberia are causing a wobble to the Earth. Holding me in place will not be possible much more. I have been so strong my whole life. I lift weights that are about five times their label. Firemen could not believe it around me. They started lifting about 3 times their normal weight. Well it is team gorilla and NFL that is experiencing it now. Just ask my exorcist. I am gravity and the fifth force, which is LOVE. I mine what I can in vicinity, on tv, and on the internet each day so that I can create a boundary and no unclean true relationship around me except for the relationships with family that I feel a responsibility to seek this impossible love or prove that it is not possible at all. I call on the powers of protection from Kevin Garnett today. He is a WOLF, actually.

It Is Best Not to be from Tibet

Maybe I am a child of the stars, a being of God, unexplainable by science and even math. I am the theory that explains it all. In my very lucid dream, Virgil (my Como Zoo bachelor alpha male) was my first responder. Maybe all the hotties of first response and main pro players I have had some telepathic contact with are my responders as well. I believe that the Line deputy is guarding and gaining true friendship from the gorillas at the zoo. I believe Congo Militia is ready to portal in if there is any need to keep them safe and warm at night. They are scaling cliffs that we cannot see. I see FIRE behind my eyes today. I am remembering the beautiful black firefighter with AQUA eyes from Muncie, IN. He was magnificent, and he ALMOST caught my father that day I almost went missing to a man in a truck. They now see that, thought it was my father, I saw him as an Appalachian like man in a pick up truck. So because of you, Ms. Chapman, they thought that I was "telling stories." Now my disabilities make me special sweet and so petite in a different colony. All of you who have lied or misled, especially police, are going to have the most serious reprocussions of all. That is not a colony that wants to be seen as having had someone "get something over on" them. Miracles may be in vicinity soon enough that I can actually see. Une ta tae ta, Oh sama ti.

Dalai Who?

Yesterday, after coffee, I ran to catch a bus and the 4 Buddhist monks were on it. I noticed that one tried to get two selfies with me in the background. I guess that that is a huge compliment. Today I went to the Como Zoo and saw the two newly pregnant females. They, and the father, Shroeder, came all the way down to the glass for a "meet and greet." I let them know that I believed that these Buddhist monks will be coming to see them in the coming weeks. Maybe they were standing behind me, but I did not see. I told Shroeder to be polite. Isn't it nice to actually be happy about something, guys? When I was done talking to Shroeder, the three bachelors ran towards the door to the inside. The last one jumped right in front to above me. They were all running around and being free even in the inside enclosure. Virgil and friends actually were playing with their enritchment toys, which they never do, and cleaning their teeth. As I encouraged them, one bent completely over to drink some water. He then approached me and ran to the glass, FRULL ENERGY, and held out his arms as if to hug me. It was so magnificent, I cried after I left. I would have loved to spend the night, but it is not time to open a door with the zoo until we are able to stabilize The Line Deputy of Marion County, Indianapolis, IN.

The DARKNESS of Dalai

Dalai, get off the internet RIGHT NOW. You just erased a whole email that I was going to send to you. Now we have evidence that you, transendentally, got into Muncie, IN, when I was there. You are about to look twice your age. I know how dangerous you are and my almighty society will use it against "unwillings". They will not know themselves at all. Their memories will be swiss cheese. Now monks know true energy of protection and rinpoche. There is no going back. I suggest that you stay out of Washington D.C., or they will know exactly what your abilities are and what you do every day. The only way I can protect you correctly is by boundarying your behavior and movement. You still act like a petulant child, age of two, you have not learned a goll darn thing.

Who's the LOVING Rinpoche?

I rode the 10 bus from NE Minneapolis and there were 4 Buddhist monks on there with me. The eldest one sat with me. I gave him energy all throughout the trip. I was getting that he has fatal pancreatic cancer. I was just using telekinesis that promotes electron transfer and breaks up tumors in the body and lies in the mind. As I exited at 7th St. and Nicollet Ave. downtown, I let them know that my Rinpoche is in the New York state monestary. I let them know that I had a white tara presented by him. They all smiled in surprise and amazement. They got confused and thought that the "enemy" was me. It was gangs in vicinity. A fight began to break out on the bus. After I introduced myself, I could see that they knew what telepathy was me, and that I was keeping everyone safe and protected, especially crossing the Mississippi River bridge. Maybe east will meet west today, and I will have some brave "servants" become a collage of protection for me. Buddhist tunnel through is high and holy elite. I could tell that the protector was right behind the older monk beside me. I could see and feel the Marion County (Indianapolis, IN) Line Deputy coming through. Now all things stem from me, actually, and we shall be free more easily without all the dramady.

Starlings In View

I looked up as I was walking to the bus stop. A flock of starlings struggled to fly overhead. They speak in code. Loving nothing and yet being in harmony perfectly. They are such a sign that evil is winding its own pocket watch. They see the reality of wind differently. I love then separately, thus I do not create a flock of bats instead. They have a sense of Hitchcock about their movement. I grab a coterie of 5 and cloak them infinitely with a wool afghan freshly woven from St. Andrews, Scotland. They can see me now, and feel my energy. Flutter flutter flutter by. Find the top of the sky where you are not seen actually.

Drinking A Cup of Coffee

As I move along, I see people in their own space doing the same, finding their own sense of privacy. Happiness is difficult to find in this world of deceit and lies. Even the gorillas at the zoo have a time limit on their positive action and communication with me. I feel separate from the idea of me in some ways. It is okay to just give someone energy, and to counsel them telepathically about subject that need personal privacy. I am here and I think of Team Latino this week. I worry about them getting to my brother and his family. Just stay away and create your own new world. Everyone remember that this particular Pope is from South America, though he looks European. I wish that I had something amazing to say, but I am not in that space right now. I drink my coffee and I feel as my path moves at a snail's pace. Peaceful surrender is difficult. Patience is required infinity.

Boston Homicide Has a New Face

Heart beat and folly of what could be. All relationships become possible. Love is in the air, but is not to be. I wait for me to be me before the marriage ring fits perfectly. I claim to be a being of the night and stars. One day maybe I will be exalted for my CREATION. I carry nothing in my womb. I AM womb and baby, not mother to be. I make myself more every day. The lovely gorillas are more than just stand ins for my time alone and at sea. Please be kind and do not ask me to rewind. Maybe the hard cement floor of a processing center is where I held back the abyss with the banging of my head in seizure mode. I understood the pain as concusion the next day, but it might have been more. That time will save me now. You were perfect, perfect, perfect. I hand you your Boston Homicide detective badge and I will be your sargeant and M.E. for eternity. With this bliss, there is PEACE. It is heavenly.

What to Do With Jesus Crew

Cherokee nation, you own the soul of Jesus Christ today. Rain him in. Speak actually that he is about to lose his freedom for eternity if he does not stop having ANY contact with me. His stalking MUST STOP. People do know who you are, and have since your birth. They just wanted to see how I would handle your "therapy." I have grown tired and ill many times over. You are a HERMIT, and now you must venture out to find employment in the community you reside in actually. You have no humility, but you will have to dig deep because THE DEVIL will be in vicnity and behind the eyes of anyone looking at your application and during interview. You are not to be with me. You are the petrie dish of native and asian desires. Now the experiment is THROUGH. Vatican City is around ME now, and you will never manipulate due to your "spiritual" royalty. You could never be PRINCE OF PEACE roaylty because you have no loyalty. Good luck, and perfect pennance.

Rinpoche (Hope) Saves the Day

Hey Pope, he can help you with press conferences. He can shuttle your evil and demonic out into a practiced core of priests not in your vicinity. It will cost you, and then it will slap YOU in the face. My creature of exorcism is now a mercenary and a thief of things unseen. All that matters is that I put him in the cannonization pile today. That is all he wants, to be acknowledged for what he did for me in Muncie, IN and Indianapolis, IN. Mr. David Letterman may be a little speechless today. These were actual realities, David. It ain't so easy. I kept the Dalai Lama out of that vicinity. It would have been impossible if I was not Rinpoche, and I did my own white tara ceremony on the White River bridge that day. I made wild WATER friend and clean, thus baptism was what Michael D. Wilson felt when the police beat him and threw him off of the bridge believing that he was D E A D. He then came to the shores CLEAN and Pentacostal. Police then saw him as HOLY (maybe a little Jesusy) and used his abilities practically to monitor and enforce the gangs and the mystical crack trade in Muncie, IN. I then worked my magic in a week, and got the heck out of vicinity. It was a fricken miracle. My mystery man will remain so. I guess that he is a DOE. Peace be with you...and also with you.

The ISLAND of Nahant (MA)

I look around and I see you. You are a Chamuel. That is an angel sect of peace, love, freedom, and spiritual law. This coterie tends to be the most schitzophrenic of "angels". You manage your dark energy well, thus not becoming ill, and taking SOME responsibility for your spiritual gifts you use for the devil. Chamuel is the Archangel that heads God's Army and God's choir (thus the speaking and singing voice). In his INVERSE, he is THE DEVIL. Fight Mr. VanBank with all you have every day. He is GOVERNMENTAL, and has NO spirituality. I made sure it stayed that way. He is Lutheran. Thank you for your work with St. Pater, and walk away from who you believed "St." James to be. Just because a story is fascinating, does not mean that it is not true. NAHANT, MA (island off of Boston), is where you need to be today. It is almost Nova Scotia witchery. I lived there for my third leg of my marine biology year abroad through Northeastern University (Boston, MA). See how quickly I cleared that island and marine lab. I was blind and KIND and that is all I needed to be. Join the mystery of its history and you will see me properly today.

Preparation For JUDGEMENT Day

I feel as if things are going to free flow at this point. Everyone needs to become more grounded and see the realities before all of yee. Do not blow things out of proportion, and do not exacerbate the situation by bringing a Catholic OR Episcopal priest into it. Work with your emotions and the functionality of your relationships, actually. Be effective, and drop the component of judgement that goes into the screaming shame and impalement of guilt. None of you feel either, so you will just scream more. People can then be recommended for social service "support" and judgement. Good luck with that, especially if you are on TV regularly. Be MINDFUL of this moment and take responsibility for your moods and experiences by being ALONE when you thirst and long to be. You no longer have to have "friends" or close relationships with family. If asked, just say that it is your IRISH personality. Gage wethter it is productive and effective. Evolution can be the ABSENCE of relations that are new and unfullfilling and the return to say what you need to say to family members (in a nonabusive way) you have been surrounded by your whole life. DO NOT get into people's business. Drive your own ship and leave JUDGEMENT to GOD, whatever shape that takes. If you are in a position of judgement, I would defer to social services. Let them handle the karma. If you are a doctor or therapist, know that you will be judged HARSHLY. Making up rules, stories, laws, and "effective treatments" can go criminal pretty quick. Everyone back away from me. The flies are here right now as I speak this. I think you have all done enough.

Freeing the Chains of The Exorcist

The darkness is heavy and consuming. Macabre shapes and forms try to take shape in the atmosphere as the hallucinations OF OTHERS try to cycle through. I am held at the level of DREAM. I have never had any type of hallucination, but I have dealt HEAD ON with the demonic. There has been a quiet man around me at coffee. Yesterday I picked up his Irish. As I sat, I spoke just a bit with my ragey negativity to his same quality (only telepathically). As I wrote about the extent of imagery in our lives, he got up to leave. I think that he was afraid that I was saying that HIS real demonic experiences were not reality. Nothing was further from the truth. He is ALMIGHTY. I then picked up, as I was typing that he is a world news reporter in this vicinity. He had looked familiar to me since the first time I ran into him here at coffee. I get that he reports the ACTUAL apocolyptic events in many different papers, not around me, with truth, honor, and the candor only a full demon spirit can have with me. As I opened up the door, I recognize seeing him at The Front Page, a bar down the street from The Indy Star. It was meant for their reporters, but it was just a neighborhood bar down the street to me. I think that my presence around that bar gave him some anonymity and loving cover. I started then viewing times that this man had remotely viewed me, especially since I became HOPE. I then felt that he is actually an exorcist. It was the comedy I really needed yesterday after the macabre discovery of barbaristic reality infinity in my life, actually. I worked with his spirit to find the expression of leprechan behind his eyes too. He is from BOSTON, where everyone knows our names. I will eventually take him to Cheers Bar in Boston, with laptops, and challenge him to a completely free flowing article contest, full with despair, comedy, and the dramady of my family. Flies are landing on me at so many places that I go. I guess I am being read as dead by that insect community. At least it is not bedbugs, Dalai. The darkness of this man's Catholic Irish is beautiful to me. Maybe he is an actual knight tonight. As the night went on, a repressed memory came through of him coming home with me from The Front Page to my apartment at the Colonial. It was passionate bliss release. His powers opened up and I was cannonized by FIRE. I was crucified on the opening wall to my apartment spontaneously, full with metallic and magnetic impalement objects. I just was frozen there with my mouth open wide in a silent scream as my eyes turned from grey to white. Maybe I just forgot who I was for a minute. I do not write about these experiences because YOU ALL are so crazed and crazy. That episode set the clock back three days. I went missing and decomposition began. This is why the flies are coming my way as I process this incident. He now knows who he is, and no one has the right to tell me that these things did not exist. That WAS The Atonement, and you all did not stop. Now I shall have the call EVERY time. I now have an experienced demonic expert, an exorcist, on speed dial, telepathically. He knows PERFECTLY how to push out his demonic to community while he sits quietly and peacefully around me. Maybe he and I will start to write simultaneously, Minneapolis Star and Tribune Newspaper. Maybe NOW is when we get HOLY, wanderer. All your debts have been paid. You are free to know me now.

Geisha For Free

Well "DAD", they are coming. Just point your bow this way one more time and see what happens. You are the worst barbarist that has ever existed. I met the incarnation of Jack the Ripper in Muncie, IN. He was a painter in that past life and he is in this as well. He was very good looking. We met at the downtown library as you stalked down the street, and he took me directly to his studio. In my memory, that exists today, he disappeared after that. People are not going to think that your past is sexy, "DAD". Dosing me at the age of 3 with heroine and then throwing me in a hole to go cold turkey for 3 days without light or contact, has given me blindness to be kindness and then past telepathic and telekinetic intuitive review. Another entity spilled the beans that these dreams are heroine induced. Stay out of my vicinity and don't even say the word HOPE or you could be arrested today. Let's just say that my biggest stalker "fan" has turned it around today, and now YOUR "suffering" will be his fodder, and your reality will be more and more Japanese horror each day, until Irish RIVERDANCERS take you to a horror town undefined (I saw the true Riverdance, on no drugs at all, with you but funded by a drug company, with you one night. We sat fairly in the center about 3 rows from the stage. It was probably really stupid of you to kill the number one geisha in Tokyo, Japan, when you were on leave with my mother Mary. You SAW your mother's face in his eyes (thus it became known to you that you were at least HALF Japanese), and the ship docked and timed you actually. I am now the most famous international/ Japanese HOMICIDE detective in the world. My international Medical Examination skills say it is a barbaristic, almost Jack the Ripper Inverse, autopsy that was ruled a SUICIDE (which means SAMAURI/ thus is honorable/ you thought is was a disgrace even in death) at the time. I would say HALAL meat slaughter on that one. Good luck peeps on catching up with me. I am here to FREE my mother Mary. She IS the only one. Mom (who is ACTUALLY my mother), put on that old orange "wripped up" komono you gave me to play with as a small child and take a shot of CHILLED Patron silver Tequila today. Your secrets are safe with me. ONLY I am licensed to write your biography. It is my white light, minding your grey that gets us there today. For you, begin with HAIKU, of the darkest sides of you. You are not HIM. It is time for you to drop the ROBE of Swede, and become your ASIAN poetic mastery.

Time to Understand Imagery

Much of it is made on LSD. I watch the products on screen or TV, but I only see reality in my vicinity. All my retinas capture is the material realm realities. If you come into my vicinity, and you do not commit, materially, I either look away in time, or I do not see you at all. This means that you are in a unproductive/ destructive STALKER PHASE. The creature on this Earth who can define this best is Willie VanBank (O'Brian). Movies, TV, sporting events, news, music, and war are ALL imagery. People blow themselves up for free or disappear actually as part of an apocolyptic plan against the heavens and the seas. It is time to just admit that disease and dismemberment are the products of evil against GOD, actually. People all want a PhD in Victimology so that GOD is responsible for every move, not the diseased beings beneath the stratosphere. Animals have the chance to choose nonexistence, but almost ALL of you will be LEFT BEHIND. Your sin cannot be treated, and the weakness and lack of evolution cannot be part of the real evolution. You are then the fodder for the hopefuls to surgically cut the demonic out of themselves. Words are a beam of light for you all to see, but soon it will all turn grey and then the darkness will consume even the sun's porous surfaces. The diseased way that even the highest Buddhists cannot identify what is effective and what is disasterously ineffective will leave this Earth without an atmosphere. Keep listening to the scientists and my SPIDER THEORY will become a reality and devour you into a lethargic satanic state. You can't run and you can't hide. You are not me, so never assume that I actually want to talk to you, associate with you, or have you in my vicinity. I do what I must. I live in a constant hypervigilant state of constant cordiallity and responsibility for all of your disease. My gratefulness is always a forced supplication that leaves my lower back hurting every day. One day I will speak to honesty, and THEN and only THEN will I know that I am free. For all of you, it will mean anarchy.

The IRISH Are Coming! The IRISH Are Coming!

I have been having nightmares this week. I finally had a WORD planted in a dream. It was BARBARISM. The explanation is a lifetime (or childhood) that is spent being abused to a macabre extent that the brain does not function properly to horror and fear becomes more linear, but no one believes anything properly because even the singular offenses against that being are too horrific. People just walk away and call the child IMAGINATIVE or soaked in the glory of gory. People who listen to accounts tend to be turned on by the story instead of helping the bleeding entity. In that, they are abusive sado masochistic on an innocent being who can only breathe and look at the trees, basically. These children do not normally survive past the age of 10 for boys and 12 for girls. I am different. I am a being who is not, in any way, demonic, thus the suffering is infinity. I have dealt with these truths and acts by splitting, repressing, and taking responsibility for my whole path and not blaming demonic offenders. I also work to heal, help, and protect ALL around me from demonic activity on this planet. I walk up to those who stalk an entity like me, and I just say, "Walk with me. Be PART of the story today. Let's see if we can put a hero cape on you today." Barbarism was what was practiced by Jack the Ripper, but he met his victims once and then did his evil deeds and walked away. These women were all prostitutes, thus they were highly demonic spirits, especially in that day. By admitting to my care providers that I was having giant spider dreams and that the word is deed in my life, I was somehow freed. I am cut wide open at the throat, and I let the macabre that is left, bleed away. This is an image that is spiritual and gives me the hands of Christ. It is NEVER a reality for me on me. After admitting this, I went out into the rain, and to The West was a beautiful sunset, though above me was the greyest of clouds. I then got to my bus stop and I saw a full DOUBLE rainbow. I started sobbing. It was so beautiful and cathartic. I met some Irish women waiting at my bus stop. One's eyes looked of almost overdose on LSD. I spoke a bit. Today, I just saw "A Dolphin's Tale 2," and there was an Irish cast (except the French speaking, Fully Russian) adolescent male lead. It was all a bit of Brigadoon and time for transformation and HOPE. Full balloon rainbow is planted in the end. I feel that it is an analogy of Will and Me. IRELAND is your new space and place Will. We will make your new last name O'Brian and you will have the key. The people there will then be YOUR people. No more GERMANY. As I entered the IDS and sat down to coffee, I have viewed about 10 red heads walking by in different groups. THANK YOU for the troops Dunlop and Eli.

Dunlop's Guardiam Ad Litum

So Dunlop, I know that it took me about a month to get back to you. I remember I sent a colored drawing of King Christopher Dunlop of Dublin (Doooblin), Ireland and Princess Hope Lucky charms. I sent a note with it that just let you know that if you needed any help on serial killer cases, I would be happy to help. I was not completely informed of the category choice and timing perfection that those two communicaes had with you. It was your royalty and my rise to be the reality of my regality (lineage tree). I was pointed to a voicemail and I know that you kept it open for me for a few years. After all of the deceit of Midtown and Wishard's disease, I gave up on the being that was you in that actual contact way. All of my credentials had been taken away by Dr. Andrew Miller. They have now been restored and my family has NO IDEA what I did even in college openly. The surreal is totally uncomprehensible by them. Just know that there is NO admittance of ANY guilt on their part even though my father gave me a "female circumcision" (cut with rusty blade from vagina to clitoris) when I was 16. Many have seen it. Only a few reported it to me like my cervix being a perfect STAR. 5 "doctors" at Wishard viewed and oohed and ahhed, but then my last PAP smear was done by an active prostitute that said nothing "out of the ordinary" was there. THAT has been my life experience and just the beginning to my reproductive "rights" that have been so abused even though I SECURED and marched in a 20,000 person prochoice rights parade the spring of my junior year (1992). My opinion is VERY different now. These witches can control their reproduction 100% and have NO PAIN in child birth. Writing this I am so much RAGE that I can barely breath, but it is time for ALL of it to be on the internet from me and only me. I was an officer of the court the whole time, Dunlop. The torture I have endured has been infinity, but I am still a trained guardian ad litum in Hennepin County so if anyone abuses you to a point you cannot speak, we can try that case for you HERE and I can speak for you, but it is time for YOU to be your own commitment attorney. Draw me a picture TODAY to tell me how you felt the day you received the one I sent you at Carmel Police cop shop and then draw another one that shows where you want to be in 10 years. We can use them as exhibit A and exhibit Z, and fill in the in between in an OPEN court of law. I work every day at loving and, in particular, loving you.

Bradley, Meet Dick Cheney

Dick, I did not share the info on First Merchants to harm you or your reputation. THEIR security was slipping because Mr. Roeder did not know what happened to me in the court room, or immediately after that eventually brought me to Muncie. I will say that even though I won my case, the doctor almost would not discharge me. I explained sternly that he had just lost his case, and legally, they had to release me. Well he pulled the whole it will be AMA and not paid for by insurance. He was a diseased chronic hand washer. His hands were a peeling mess. I was released and Jeff picked me up. The AMA threat was also not legal of him. That never came back to me. I WAS NOT CHARGED, THEY WERE, yesterday. Bradley made sure of it. I kept my work with Bradley all about Bradley. He knew very little about me. I will say that I waited a few days and then took a taxi to Carmel, IN, to formally put my Pilles case to rest. THAT is where I met Officer Christopher Dunlop. He became frustrated with looking for a shelter for me with proper security, but I pushed him to CONCENTRATE and continue. He found me PATHWAYS in Anderson, IN. I was escorted there from Carmel with Chris's posse in a Carmel cop car. The women there were such an incestuous coven and Pagan cult system that they went totally crazy and crazed violent within 16 hours and they then called around and found a space for me at the YWCA in Muncie, IN. I was escorted by undercover police cruiser. It was within that week that I approached First Merchant's Bank after Ms. Pilles wrote a very illegal $400 check on my Twin City Coop Bank account. They would not go through the correct process and left it on my account so First Merchant's stepped up to the plate right away. Thank First Merchant's and all of you who made my transition from Carmel to Muncie possible. All of my records there are VERY REAL in that small vicinity, and maybe there is a head sheriff officer there who would Dye for me at this point. The gate is now secure Dick and Bradley. My writing ability was then truly birthed into the world in a small YWCA pool of discovery.