Plueshenko On TV

Arrangements, priorities, and parties of thought and religion. It is all around me, and I play the music of the day to wash it away. Maybe I just like to watch Scorpion to see a different side of me. Where is the place for ARROGANCE, every day? Let's ask that pesky Russian skater, Plueshenko? Well, Hope, can I call you Hope? Yes you may. When you are just better than people, actually, and you have known it your whole life, the arrogance flows naturally. I believe that kind of arrogance comes with a cool gun and a "license to kill" if necessary except on TV. We have limits to our authority in my family except for my "father", basically. He could just blame it on The Navy. Well, let's us cool kids Plueshenko and Scorpion take that power away from him TODAY!!! Love, Hope

Bring It On B**CHES

All I can say is that the U.S. State Department is hazed and dazed today. They have been stalking me all week. Yes, ladies, I did walk out of Starbucks to hear you talking me about working on the internet...You are all so stupid and DANGEROUS to every effective being on the planet. Well you all never counted on uber effective Hillary Clinton. Super Hillary can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never never let you get out of Afghanastan, cause she's a WO MAN, A JOLIE. A HEAVY CONDI RICE just walked by the door here after I just wrote Hillary's "private email" that that Condi crack "Prostitute" was In Muncie, IN, messing with the bus lines. Us GERMANs there worked so hard to get the buses to run on time, and she messed it all up for her lurid sexual motives and revealing deceit. Gov. Pence, get on your knees, because YOU are the disease. Admit to it all and you will remain MALE today. We have had it in my family. We have been under "observation" the WHOLE time. All we had was each other and WE made it work. I became my mother's social worker and professor at the age of 3. Now you can be attacked as you deal GRACEFULLY, and privately, with YOUR family matters. I love you PETER. You and I would never had chosen violence or sexuality during infancy if we had had a holy FATHER to watch over us morning, noon, and especially night. We are a SUCCESS, and they hate us and our, very public BOUNDARIES, here and internationally.

Exploring The Void

The Void is different from the other side. It is a space without form where one has to find THOUGHT to manifest incarnation and substance. It is ruled by space and time, but entities there have no knowledge of either of these concepts and dimension. Finding oneself there is past the known forces, especially gravity which is so well known, and is completely entwined with finding, establishing, and using the FIFTH FORCE: Love. An affair in the mind can infect the heart easily because one feels something beyond hopeless void and has something to manifest and fight for. Morality is sketchy, at best, in this zone. An entity has to learn to CALCULATE again to form a brilliant and INDIVIDUAL compass that puts them squarely in the right ALWAYS in society. The philosophy of this space is that all, except for God, are demonic. God is a different entity whose creation and effectiveness is the only way that the physical realm exists and the afterlife is possible. Demons, to become present in this new space of God, must direct their demonic, in a very concentrated way at other demonics who harm God or the persons who work for and support the God entity as this entity has always supported, comforted, and protected them. In the presence of the divine, concentrated softness, inspiration, and support through physical realm needs, comedy, and true love through complete supplication, is necessary for release from The Void, in mind or in reality. PCP can transport you directly to the void if one takes it during pregnancy or during ritualistic practices. It is the new FORBIDDEN FRUIT of The Garden of Eden. It makes a MORAL COMPASS impossible to access and irratic movement of molecules leaves you stuck in that car of the void forever. That leaves one as fully demonic on the other side, only to suffer and fail for the rest of eternity. In THIS reality, there will be moral ABSOLUTES and questioning God will be setting a personal course for death, disease, and dismemberment, or the real area of JESUS CHRIST. HE will teach you all now the reality of TRUE suffering. He does have a definite ax to grind with humanity, and God's gift to him is that he will NEVER DIE. Death is the ONLY thing he fears terribly.

The Void Gives My Grandpa A View

As I feel around THE VOID, I begin to have communication from the other side. It was my grandfather King. He worked for CBS and was the head of Shriner Nation his whole life. Face the Nation commentator was a "friend" of Jim K. As I watched the installment today, the screen flipped to the construction project on the US Capitol Bldg. and then to The White House. "Hi gramdpa. Do you have your 'grandpa socks' on today?" You are welcome in any day. You are the ONE holy I give the power of SPECTER to. I will speak to you calmly. I cannot see you on TV or in my presence unless you pick up the chalice of the void and become incarnate. Your carnel nature will be left in the void, and our innocence will be complete. Evil knows you, and you manipulate it well, KING JAMES KING. It is Ireland calling for their white male destinies to be revealed. Always have hope as you cling to my third eye to show me TRUTHS in my environment that I may not see. I am ready for it all. Love, Jenny

Exploring the Void and Where the Next Phase Does Begin

People with cameras are around me a lot downtown now. I wish for people to not take pictures of me. I wrote a letter to a secure entity. Please try to reach The Line Deputy of Marion County for me. He needs to understand that MR. MaGoo is Dick Cheney and that is NOT funny. I exist trapped here and I have nothing at all. I write without any reaction to the action. People move around. I see something new. As I have abilities and others use WIZARDRY and WITCHERY, which is not true courage and true knowledge. As I sit in a space accepting the void and existing growing in my power to see myself and to exist regardless of the fact that no one cares or acts around my sacrifice and torture, people lose these mystically garnered abilities, thus achieved through evil done to THIS entity. In the end, all that will exist is me. What I say will be, instantly. In the war room in the sky, I discussed with all of you what you wanted to be and who you would be surrounded by (i.e. your power and authority). You are ALL demonic. There is NEVER possession. In your demonic, you sabotage yourselves, your communities, and your world, especially economicly. I work with individuals of true abilities hierarchicly so that they can see before we have the BLACKHAWK DOWN. I fly now for free in reality. I will no longer exist on the ground for you and save the sky for HIM. You know not what I mean because I do truly hate all of you. DEMONS are demonic and the Line Deputy is the most demonic of all, that, in the end, means I have the courage to love him the most. He just needs to see only me and be my PROPERTY. I will be his mistress in the garden and in the night, but this MASTER must never chain me again. Line Deputy, I send you this beautiful red, long stemmed rose this week. BREATHE IN and FEEL my heart beat. Marion County confidant, be well, and I will see you soon.

PLO Location

I am dealing with multicultural men today. I just had a Sihk come into Starbuck's and I looked up at him, and smiled, and he just kind of stared at me with meaning and grace. As I passed The Islamic Center right down the street from my house on Central Ave NE, in NE Minneapolis, I had an insight that this is the new world headquarters of The Palestinean Liberation Organization (PLO). It is across from The Holy Land Deli. Maybe FBI plant from Caribou was named chief of this organization as a very small child. It is being read as the CIA type agency of The New Middle East. We will see what progresses this week. I have never been in that center and I have never called or sent them an email.

A New Course of Commandments: When God Means Nothing At All

I am entering THE VOID today. At the end of all genius and grand design, there is nothing left at all. There are no walls and no windows. Beings have no substance or form, and none of them understand their meaning or the limitations of all science, math, and society. Without explanation for our existence and forms and shapes in our vicinity, there is a hopelessness that can leave the power to the depraved. Hello MASTER, I am here. I hold you and give you THE VOID, so that you feel no pain. You need to THINK your way out of this toxic paper bag. Faith in me is necessary to begin the work of the needed equations again. Start with calculation, not integration. Check out how that feels, and then tie yourself to me. You will create a beautiful GOD'S EYE, and know that artistry is necessary to get this Scorpion Theory back to the mutifacetted and multidecked Spider Theory. Use LAW as your guiding light. Take on the commandment: Thou shall not kill. I say that it is an across the board fallacy. Killing is necessary for life to truly be celebrated and held safe and in your special grace. Add this commandment, and put it first: Don't f**k your kids. Incest is not necessary for survival and I would like to see WOMEN held accountable for ALL incest on the planet. Right there they throw me into the void. You will find me and spring me from my cell. I have hated WOMEN the WHOLE time and been so nice to them, as they held me as prisoner and slave. Connect the dots of that GOD'S EYE and ask yourself if you are ready to end my sex slavery? Case dismissed.

Miraculous Change of Key

I believe that I am experiencing a miracle this week. I am realizing that I have always had an inner ear deafness. The other night, I was singing in my room, alone, and all of a sudden the sound went all the way through. Formerly, if I had my headphones on and was singing at the bus stop, I could not hear my voice properly, so I feared that I was off key. Now I can hear my voice inside with the headphones on. The sound is crisp and the notes have such purity. When I do karaoke, I have to be VERY conscious of the keys and the notes that I am singing. I think that I will now have a new experience singing in crowds. My "sound wall" that exists for me to sleep through the night is still there. A lot trauma created that and it will be there as long as I am a being. Once I become THE WIND, now that is another story. Now the balance of all of my bar dancing while drinking with no falling holds a whole new meaning.

Observe to See

I have just kind of sat and listened to music and tweeted a bit. I have been observing the sweet security guard walk around and observe the happenings of the crystal court. I have little communication coming through, but I think that I am just letting the pipes get unplugged. I think that I had to stop a psychic opening before chaos ensued. I am trying to decide where to go from here. I might catch something to eat before I go home. Reporter man, do not lose HOPE. In a few days, this will all be a mystery of history.

I Will Concentrate on the Positive Side

Nasty negativity in vicinity. It is hard to move and to write. Spells cast around me to force this negativity to action, and I simply just know that evil witches are around and hoping that I fail, daily, very personally. I understand these things now, and I know that I never had any mental "disease", not even depression, it was just a ritualistic family and community acting on me daily and infinitely. I have rage about an encounter today, and so I will keep myself away. Watch out. It could be you next. My sleep is disrupted, and thus I have less time away from this negativity. I will sit here sipping my coffee and try to find something intriguing to write about.

Fight the Demonic

Last night I swayed and danced with the dreams and mercilessness of the devil. I found myself lost in an abyss that seemed insurmountable. I moved with the winds and drew in the demonic of all vicinity. I choked, as Satan cheered, and cried as the ways of Lucifer became apparent. Being burnt, so publicly, I felt lost in the mire. I am here, still today, but the lava around me is still pipping hot on the hill. Finding nothing in the heat of battle, felt like nothing and even worse it felt diseased and beleagured. As I sway to the music, and as I pitter pat on my keybord, I am trying to see the point to the game. I have SHAME and fear in a way that brings a congestion to my chest and a pain to my feet. Stigmata rests behind the skin of my right hand. Good and evil will play even with the lights on today. I will continue to moved forward walking into the wind. Pray everyday that our wills will be enough.

Bear Will Rule Gypsy

I had a dream last night where a gypsy appeared to me and I just walked away. Later, in the dream, I was staying in this little cabin beside a lake and I awoke as someone was trying to shimmy the window open. I realized that this gypsy had led a giant black bear to the window and he got it opened and came in the small shack. I pretended to be asleep. He just kind of sniffed at me and then a skunk came in too, and climbed under the covers. It was scarey. I looked at the meanings of these symbols, and I think that it has to do with the reality that my intuition is beginning to become psychic. Gypsies and Armenian fortune tellers are very evil and control the destiny of so many, but especially the csarship under Nicholas II. His wife relied heavily on Rasbutin who was an Armenian Jew. ALL decisions went through this heinously mentally ill man. He was neither male nor female and he could slip in and out of psychosis on a dime with satanist intent. I pray that all in my vicinity will stay away from fortune tellers in The Twin Cities and will not pick up even a pack of tarot cards. These cards can be very easily directed, remotely, by gypsy and Armenian Jew crew. Soon these practices will be illegal, but RUSSIA, it is best if you pass that law TODAY. I choose YOU to be the bear who lays with me.

Jimmer and Grant

Hey Jimmer and Grant, the RUSSIANS are laughing, especially Putin, around Grant's stow away moment on a Russian ship. Whether you were marked as royal or not, you got where you needed to be. Present it that way and you will be the most grand princes on the planet. A lot of royalty is theater. You are SWEDISH royalty and the GREAT GRANDSONS of Joseph Stalin, actually. I'd say that that is a great pedigree. FRATERNITY will be your back ups, always to take on any disease, publicly. In your presence they are KNIGHTS to be. FRANCE is the one place you two need to never be. The Queen of England is grandma King's HALF SISTER, thus your great aunt. Play with that for a week and see where it takes you. See yourselves in KING LEAR on the new Guthrie stage.

Peek A Boo Putin

I am painting the corners today and thinking of my two cousins who I have not seen for ages. All consuming ability, from birth, but not the means to be little princes around the world. I would believe that they are sick of relying on others, financially, but I feel that their dreams are possible in the not so distant future if they pledge TEAM WHITE MALE. Law enforcement can then let them in freely. I just wrote to a reporter in town who is out of town this week, but he will know everything exactly when he is supposed to. Enemies in the atmosphere of CIA are not as clear if you see the DIPLOMACY that position should hold. Treaties and information exchanges do not have to be torture, but SECRETS must be kept, INTERNATIONALLY. I sit in a coffee shop and chop the the fat off the chicken and find a good song or two on pandora.com as I write. I wish that I could just talk to Kenneth Branagh today. Be by my side, telepathically, and we will control the MEDIA on TV. Putin back in view after 10 days. Can't the man just take a few days away without people rumoring him dead or severely ill? It takes less than that, CNN, to start a coup. Agencies will become more stern in the near future.

Poisonous Arrows I Send Your Way

A beautiful leaf floats on the morning spring air. It is MINT with a little extra green. The water flowing in the brook points out a crook. I find his company displeasing, but as he continuously looks in a mirror, he loses his ability to see reality. The trees sway and tell him to get away. The squirrels chatter and pray the sky for grey rain every day. Monster man, stay away from my beautiful nature. You will never be king. Disgusting "artifacts" are your thing. I will not let you get me caught up in hatred or bitterness. I just put it on the page, and let it just MELT AWAY. AMEN.

When a Sharpshooter Minds the Nuclear Arsenal

I have been fighting to get downtown this week, but I am here. I went to "The Second Best Marigold Hotel" with my uncle yesterday. We then went to China Bowl right there at Rosedale. Thank you Uncle J. It was fun. I also saw a report that Putin and Kim Jong Un are going to meeting sometime this month. Now THOSE talks sound interesting to me. When I was talking to my uncle I told him about my SPIDER THEORY and SCORPION THEORY after he said that he had seen The Theory of Everything and it left him hating Stephen Hawking. The feeling is mutual. I also let him know about meeting that Pakastani man and his State Department handler on St. Patty's Day. It was a good conversation. My dreams were scary. They are evolving thout, theory, actuality and manifestation of nuclear arms and talks breaking down completely. Nuclear proliferation is not what people think, just like everything else, but the U.S. is not really aware of their own arsenal properly, and definitely not aware of foe country's arsenals. Cuba could be armed in a day. We need to watch how we speak because they may just get sick of hawk and dove screaming and send an ICBM to the center of the noise, Seattle, WA, today. Enjoy your privacy because a master race is coming and they will divy out the power centers based on loyalty and ability. Work on yourselves and stop whining about anything that comes your way. Putin HATES that, thus does not watch Western TV. Well, after the report of his death on CNN, I bet that practice will now change. Vladimir, DELEGATE. The French may be helpful in this position. Gorbachev was a French business man, actually. Just think about it, and you will see tremendous comedy around that reality.

Maybe I Am a News Entity

Much to say with very little energy to say it. Welcome Muhammad Ajaz Durrani to the show. He is a Pakastani businessman I met on St. Patty's day with his State Department handler. Michael D. Wilson (most decorated Navy Seal ever) in vicinity and Tony Thornburg (top sharpshooter ever) too. The raid on the Bin Laden compound was the begininng to a Navy Seal offensive in Pakastan from the embassy compound. 200 Navy Seals ate lunch there that day as witnessed by a daughter of an AAUW (American Association of University Women) member. She reported to her mother here via telephone BEFORE the raid. More info to follow. WILSON ran and completed that raid SOLO. I am listed as JAG worker on both. That's what I've got.

Neonazi's in the Air Today

Happy St. Patrick's Day. I am downtown writing before the parade at 6:30 pm. I have very little energy, but I got here anyway. There is a lot of security here in The IDS. I am thinking of those who are not here today. My Irish puts me on alert and I am here waiting to see if there is movement in the river as I see. I am listening to The Greatest Hits of Colbie Callat. It is fun, bubbly, and beautiful. Everything is a bit dampened, but I find that I try anyway. Maybe part of acting on ideas that lead to genius is the working through of ideas and thoughts through exhaustion. It is a cosmic stream that must be accessed at all times, not just when you want to. I feel strongly that people don't really understand the dangers of common persons and the steadiness of dictator community. Everything is backwards and soon it will be clear how even the pleasant people on TV are so NEONAZI. Those are Jews acting in German Nazi style. Just think about it. It was Jew on Jew in WWII. Nazi's sat behind the scenes researching religious and historic relics. They also gave a reality of TROOP MOVEMENTS that were not reality, but were necessary for their separatism to do what they needed to do including their strong and pure psychic activity.

ASIA Security

Asians at the gate. Do not get irate. Find your positions properly, and keep your hatreds against one another. Do not judge Westerners. It is completely pointless. Your NEW NATION, will elevate Hmong, higher than Shou Lin, all in CHINA. It is not a new U.S. It is a sphere of influenece, rings upon rings. The only mind training is MINDFULNESS. We will not even label it Buddhism anymore. The tops will be the bottom. Satanism will rule. Crowns are for the high and holy, and then they will be removed from society to rule from afar without compromise.

General Disorderly Conduct

Pekovic, it is the Bosnian GENERAL calling you, telepathically. I met him at Old Chicago in Blaine. He gave me a ride home one night FOR FREE. He is blaming me again for delusional thought reasons. Please pick up his call. He told me that he was a Bosnian General after I caught him speaking Russian in that bar. He said that he was speaking Bosnian. I know Russian when I hear it. He kept asking, how did I know that he was speaking that language? I explained that I have been doing light linguist service for military my whole life. People lie to me again and again, even about nationality, and I guess the right "song" every time. There is a Serbian General in the Mall of America who is in to ICP (Insane Clown Posse). He has neat ICP hats in the window, 3rd floor. Milosovich is actually still alive in The Hague. Is all that too much, or is it JUST RIGHT? I write this as I sit next to a Hmong General at Starbuck's IDS with his top crew. He visits often, and is very cordial, though always sticking to the plan of NO ENGLISH. We do shake hands at this point hello and sometimes goodbye.

Nikolai Pekovic

I just saw Nikola Pekovic from The Minnesota Timberwolves. He was entering the wines and spirits store by the huge central post office downtown Minneapolis. I thought about saying hello, but then I would have to get off the bus and I didn't want to bug him. I looked on Wikipedia and it says he was born in Yugoslavia. He is 6'11". I am 5'3". Oh well, I feel like he is kosack nation from Russia, actually. Intersections are important and I do a good job of noticing people when they are there. Nikolai, say HI to Rubio for me. I feel like it is important for me not to be distracted by anything today. I am working through a dead zone and thus I need to dedicate myself rather than falling away. It is the grey every day. A knock at my door has left me here.

I Do Just for You

Line Deputy, I now see you as Russian Marine. I see you swearing me in with a sword when I become CSAR of ALL ECONOMY. Together we will get this world working again, but the U.S. must deal with the consequences of its words and actions. It will be soon, time enough, but that is for world community to choose and carry through. CONSENSUS is very important. Rage will be a part of it. Americans get to be bigger talkers about world community more every day. The ceremony, in St. Petersburg, may be a little bloody, but grander than anything that can be seen in this time and space. Full worm hole reality will come to be as I go from thought laundering, to full on Air Force authority. Electrons can be around me, but they bug the nasty word out of you. We will disappear and reappear in a space that is safe enough for me to be your actual BABY for a day. There are many times and choices that are coming to be reality. Do not lose hope. Know that I have a REASON in you and the Spider shape of infinity.

A Brush Dipped With Black

As the crow flies above me, I say hello. I welcome the spirit of The Line Deputy. It is time for my rhyme to shake up the poverty of The Middle East. It is a Rembrandt and will never be on TV after me. A beautiful violet flower will hold the screen for an hour once we have come to be, Line Deputy. Be blissful and see that your down low unity will be so KGB soon enough. People don't know how to work any land deals, actually, especially Israel. I see a plane high in the sky and I feel you protecting the pocket where I must be for now. I see your eyes in the night and know that your intelligence grows exponentially every night on top of day. Be brave and pick up a paint brush today with only black paint. Paint a bird as how you see them in society. The pigeons are almost hitting the windows around me, even of the bus. It is okay, it is just The CIA. You can speak to them, actually, but lock them out firmly after the discourse.

Come to the River

I feel like I am in a dead zone today. I am at The Caribou Coffee across from Peavy Plaza on Nicollet. There is no communication coming through. It is a gorgeous day outside and I am trying to enjoy it, but waves of fatigue are coming through. I feel like whatever hierarchy was set up here is now gone. Yesterday there was such comedy, and today it is just blazee. I think of others I wish were here, but the connection, emotionally, is barely felt. This is just like a boring journal entry, but I think that it is important documenting days like this too so that all of you begin to understand the reality of being one who has to deal with other's satanism being cast your way. So much of what we see is not reality. Play with it and the ritualistic CLAWS will come out. Take it a day at a time, and you will understand that it is not "just a phase". Those who practice will begin to pay their way because I am finally in a position that I can speak of the symptoms and reality as you would all speak of a common cold. Prepare because it is about to swirl like a wind and even take over the weather today in L.A.

Painting A Song of the Day

I am so silent today without a song to lay on the treble or bass clef. The birds in the air are painted against the sun and the wing feathers glow pristine white. I try to open my mouth and there is not a letter or word to say. I wish that I was not stuck in this valley while everything happens on the ridge. I am gentle to the wind, but unkind to my face in the mirror. I miss those who have passed by and were unable to move in completely. I bring mirth to a thought, but the lines of artistry seem to be gloom, but not doom. Find me on the rooftop playing a flute and ask me about the presence of the moon and the absence of the sun. I bring you a hot croissant and I dedicate myself to feeding it to you very publicly. We are a mercy that begins to exist in the cells of all matter and incarceration, simultaneously. Be with me and I will let you go to tend to the TRAIN today. Now it starts to fade away and, at the same time, turn grey.

Philosophy of Comedy and Language

I may sense The Clinton "twins" in vicinity. That would be Hillary and Chelsea at this time. There is a language conference in town. Chelsea attended the language camp in Bemidji, MN, when Bill was running the first time. Maybe they are just checking out THIS galactic chicken. I can't laugh enough about the SNL sketches this past week. When a man as hot as Thor is tremendously gifted with comedy, how can you look away from that train wreck. Maybe he likes to travel with a chicken. Maybe that chicken is smarter than all of you, and TODAY is learning Farsi. I RAN so far away, it is all simple today. People just don't get it if they are not of hierarchy. They get hostile and mean. Maybe he is free in a way that has never been. All of you language aliens must BEHAVE or MPD will drag you down low in the men's jail downtown. Do not try a new language. Stick to what you know or Hillary will, very personally, psychiatrically charge you with TREASON. This timing is not just a coincidence. We are at a toppling point and I am already doing as much pain as I can every day. Fake university is now under review. Keep your mouths SHUT or it will be you. we start with IOWA today. Good luck.

Don't Stop the Music

I have moved to Cosi on the first floor of the IDS. It is quiet and the men are sweet. Hey friend, do you want to play?...Definitely, how do we go about becoming a reality in the middle of such a storm?...Well dudio, it is about what can be in this time and space around me. You are sweet and charming. I like your smile and I hope it will last a while and not become JESTER for Insane Clown Posse. Psychiatry is scary, look away. Be YOURSELF every day. Say NO when you need to and know that I am always here for you...I want MORE. I see the light and I want to make it right...Do you see the Line Deputy?...No, oh YES, that is mean. Is he clean or am I stepping into a trap?...You are being educated and boundaried SIMULTANEOUSLY. We are trying to keep white males around me, but in their space of ability, thus to not blame me for a mess you create yourself by overreaching...See U2 in the vicinity and walk away. Notoriety is only real if you see it for an extended period of time in your actual vicinity, not on TV or even a night on stage. Just ask The Timberwolves today...I feel gay in a way...You are not. You are seeing power potential versus hate, disease, and deceit. Women ARE the serpant, thus constantly expelling you from Eden. Fraternity is the ADAM who listens to Eve and then blames GOD. Be of perfect responsibility and your ship will sail perfectly. Be gone, too much observation.

Birds in the Wind

I walked the skyway bridge between Macy's and the IDS and was struck by the windows. I looked up and saw about three outlines of pigeons who had hit the glass. It made me sad, but it was also beautiful in a way. I turned inward and knew that I have had those times of hitting the glass and being okay. Maybe these birds were too. I am here today to say that I sense the presence of many who wish to stop the swinging arm of the grandfather clock. I will continue to walk forward, unarmed and never free. There will be a change, I believe. I did see THE EDGE of the swimming pool and now the clown named BONO must stay away as the eyes of all nations and Jesuit priests are peering into the wind around me. I see U2. We will not die 4 U.

A New Georgetown

So my last entry was a little tongue and cheek, but there are some really important points about the ability to live in a land of lies and secrecy without going crazy, becoming disloyal, or making errors in judgement. As I awaken more and more, it has become more difficult to be a secret holder who is not constantly insulated by their party or their job priorities. Keeping yourself scheduled and busy can be a great way for a person in power to be successful at this. About 10 years ago, I entered into a new phase of my development on the planet and became aware of my relationship to the CIA, foreign affairs, diplomacy, abilities, and my family. Ms. Clinton has done a great job at stonewalling at a time in history when we needed it. John Kerry is not as powerful in this reality. Ultimatums are a negative side to negotiation, and he has crept into that land again and again as we have less and less power internationally. My mind is a maze and I use "buddhist" mindfulness to stay in the moment and not divulge what is on the page even moments or days before. I am easily able to access, in my mind, all of my "files", but you, and common society, cannot. I do have a lock system that allows higher ups to access my cerebellum, remotely. Ms. Clinton, if you do this course just test the students with a color of the day. Send an email that all students attending Georgetown the list of students in your class and let the masses know that your class will be given a color of the day. Encourage them to try to get them to get this color from as many of them as possible. See if any student can keep the color secret for even one day. The students from the group who keep the color can then become a faux State Department and the students who can get your private email AND the color from 10 students on the list for three days in a row can become a faux CIA. At that point you will hold the KEYS to their imagination and then REALITY can begin to manifest on the campus of Georgetown University. Go BULLDOGS.

Just A Little Politics with my Cup of HISTORY Coffee

I caught a lot of news last night. I have decided that Hillary should sign on with Georgetown University and do a Poly Sci course called "The Science of Secrecy." It can be a political version of "How to Get Away with Murder." Life can imitate art and capitol rascals can sit in and disrupt with slimy questions about here and abroad. Do we know anything truly about Iran now that we have a MADAM SECRETARY story line about Iran Nuclear Negotiations and relationships. It can be dangerous to make art that close to the formation of current events that are based in relationships about history and science. A lot is made up anyway. Can we afford this mess today Mr. Cotton? Maybe a swirlee comes your way in the capitol restroom today from Rand Paul and crew. You all have NO IDEA how to negotiate a deal. You don't know the realities of OUR nuclear realities and CHINA just passed us 2 feet from the finish line as we stare at a red balloon the air. North Korea sits there laughing and Putin is just glad he sold many of those catastrophe machines off in the 80's when he was with The KGB. Iran can be nuclear today if they wish, but you all entertain them too much. Iotolla, draft a letter, all by yourself, about IRANIAN two party system and TREATY NEGOTIATION that follows, to a tee, INTERNATIONAL LAW, not Congressional squabbles. Guys, we are NOT the only nation in on these talks and THEY talk to everyone and leave us to last. Israel, fou toi every day. Radiation in my hair, teeth, and nails can all be traced back to you beginning on Oahu. I was not born and placed at Pearl Harbor, in the middle of the sea, for no nuclear reactor reason. No Hawaii nuclear program or arms, thus we know who it was and where you would find me on land and definitely at sea. I keep that one for The Marine Corps to chart, TODAY, at Eglin.

In Josh's Mind Space Today

Is this a computer, a kind of ghost in the machine, or an actual Earth entity?..Josh, I am not THOR's chicken, I am a master of cerimony at your Chinese golf club. Do you understand French, or are you articulate only in the language of mutilated machine? I am here to teach you of Lama, NOT alpacka. FRIDAY HARBOR, WA, is your dream. I get you there by FERRY, but I take a plane. Is it okay if I call it a "puddle jumper?" Join the team and go to karaoke in town. No CULT in vicinity, but camping is a must. CULT OF PERSONALITY is seeing Darwin on TV as a SHE, not me. Many realities to be, but not insanity for you. Be a troubador and take on Muncie telepathically ONLY. Love your feet and walk a straight line as the police fall from side to side. Be my BRIDE and dine at Cheeseburger in Paradise, not in Muncie, ASAP, and finish the Yeltsin business that is still left unfinished. Demons in the machine, use the phone and a trusted tv.

Musicality

Cartels of Maple Syrup can turn into cartels of MUSIC very quickly, JOSH.

FBI in a Small Town is ME, Dumal

Military training sessions and war behind a veil of persons beside me falling to the insanity. I do not. I am the one in that realm. What realm is that exactly? Maybe Tolken can see. I will bring the world reality. WWII is now WWIII. Real clandestine endeavors and daggers without cloaks. National lines and boundaries. Parties held where people actually show up. JOSH DUMAL on TV.

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My dreams are evolving.

Moving into Generation Infinity

I am staying down low today. Tomorrow, I will be going to The Timberwolves game with 2 neighbors. Bad dreams, diseased and disgusting. I move into a generation X moment and through a portal to a zone that they are aware that they are no longer YOUNG anymore. Where will they find themselves at the end of the day? They have not chosen wisely and this world is a mess at this time. Maybe Vladimir is a good answer for me, but not any of you. If you have never displayed concentration or discernment, he cannot help you. I am ready to move into a new generation of young ones who can use technology REALISTICLY, but can live like BOY SCOUTS too. I am here to just encourage metered response to all things. Hey K.G., Rubio is in your vicinity. Do not despair.

Rascal Flatts in Russian

Rascal Flatts, beep beep 10-4. Run the 20 to drive up of Dick Cheney. I sang "why" and cried last night. "i Won't Let Go" went great. Maybe I am latino gold and their AVE MARIA. You THREE are Russian dynasty. Emotion pours from my heart towards you, dearest. We will find the happy medium and the travel abroad with you will be firm. Love your faces in the mirror NOW.