The Plot Thickens

The wind sweeps everything by today. I rest in a space in my mind. I try a new resting meditation style. A four hour stint goes by like 10 minutes. Awake, but unaware until the end of the process. I feel like my being has left the cage today. Maybe the men out there are starting to work together, and maybe one special BLACK OP COP wrote his first word today, "HERE." He has been powerfully leveled by dyslexia his entire existence. If that had not been, he would have been the first and best real brain surgeon out there. The triple Leo that is my father has found his match today, people who are aware and who do care. No more sitting back and helping, they will COMPETE for a spot on, or next to, the thrones of the world to be. There is a newbie who I find fascinating and today his werewolfery is rearing its head next to me. I FEEL his presence on the bus with me. Maybe I produced a realm, in meditation, where we captured the WIZARD of Oz for eternity. No more galavanting, a lead suit will now forever be in his memory. Brilliant black op doing. It is now melted to his humorous and I find that really funny. I will now have some privacy with my brother and people like him again. Birthday FLAMBE every day, Pete. No weight gain, but muscle growth and a steely new embature, very strong jaw line. Your Irish will bring through your British royal look soon enough, but not when I am in vicinity. No hallucination. It will be a real birthday gift from me and my new Irish KNIGHT, who I see a few times a week.