Royal Lines

I have ways of doing things that help me just stay in the moment. I acknowledge things, but I do not do full computation of the time and space continuum until the moment of time that there are great lines of intersection. I notice who is in my vicinity, but I don't necessarily acknowledge their motives, abilities, and associations. Sometimes it is the opposite and then the threads to other bits of intel come together. I have been doing a great geneology project that I began when I lived in Muncie, IN at the YWCA. Since I established citizenship there, I was tied to the telepathic anals of history after a visit to their actual historical society by the police station. Once those bricks were beneath my feet, GERMANY called in a big way. My connection to an Irish cop in Carmel, IN, opened the door of royal lines through artistry. I sent him a note that let him know that if he needed help on serial cases files, I was a great profiler. I also sent him a crayon or marker drawing of KING Christopher Dunlop of Dublin (doo blin), Ireland, and Hope Lucky Charms. My royal lingo for Brits became sans en france. One step led to another step. Through the lies of creation and family brought me to the illusive VEILS of history turning into angels evolving my nature, actually. I came to the knowledge that my maternal grandfather, James King, was an Irish King born in Dublin and brought to Duluth soon after birth. The quiet notorieties of his life and spirit then began to flood my dreams. My maternal grandmother was the Swedish queen (born in Sweden and transported out of Finland to the "royal village" of Hibbing MN) of a Swedish queen AnnaLise and a Russian patriot who went by Martin Muenter to get into this country. He was ACTUALLY Joseph Stalin. I have photographic evidence of it on my wall at home. My actual father was my GENERAL grandfather George Mayer. He was 100% German and had been born in Frankfurt, Germany, and then transported directly to East Berlin, where he then got into shipping lines and transported himself, by ship, to Washington D.C. He lived in a brick building (old BRECK school in Minneapolis, MN) and was Kaiser his whole life and the basis for all MASONRY all over the world. After all the computation, I realized that I was an Irish princess, a German Kaiser mate at age of 18, a denied Swedish queen, a British queen to be by marriage to Prince Harry, and a Csarina of Russia to be. Once the marriage to Harry is final, he will assume the throne of Britain (no more Ireland) and I will be pronounced Queen of all world society. Yesterday I looked up and saw a darkened form of Prince William walking by with a British Royal Navy first mate. I then, after about a half hour, I connected the dots. William's American form is dark in hair and eye color. I now believe that he was fathered by a successful KOSACK and businessman from Russia and his mother, Diana, was Swedish royalty. I connected that and sent a note through the royal navy before he goes crazed and crazy, very publicly. During my great grandmother's time, the top female Swedish royals married top Russians of Kosack nation. No more hemophilia past that and temperament became more solid, thus they were able to be seen daily, publicly. Diana was "droned" by strong Swedish witchcraft towards this yesteryear tradition of Russian mate. After I connected all of that I realized that his great grandmother was AnnaLise's half sister and his mother, Diana, is then, is a very distant aunt to me, and a woman NEVER to be made queen in ANY land. Enough said.