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.