Thursday, August 27, 2015
Butterfly Coming to Be
Today, I wish for butterfly. The unstable in the environment are eclipsed by you. If you could see the realities of land and sea, you would think me an enemy. I am here, in a coffee shop, as I view and hear that which would keep you permanently in your chrysalis. I wish for you to fly free. It is time to be professional or to get out of the game. These incidences of exclusion will come to be a plus for me in the end. It will be so easy to see that I was never a part of all of it. Butterfly, I keep you in a beautiful room in the conservatory to be protected from it all, and yet seem as if you are completely free. Land on my shoulder and whisper hello and goodbye. I will come to you in the night, and see your eyes shining and your wings glowing in the dark as you always should have been.
Gillespie of Indianapolis
Being a professional telepath is big business. It is about to be international scene. ALL telepathy is English, so it is high and holy private translation. It takes less energy to give positive energy and introduces a new way to say BACK AWAY with cold and brutal statements to those who come at one in that way. Verbalization is important for validation, but movements and signals also communicate, "Message received." As I work in a new realm, I must listen to those who are tremendously paranoid, delusionl, schitzophrenic. Their psychosis is lunacy. They do not pick up true danger and do not even respond to signs that I point out in an environment of threat. That is the free will aspect of holy war. I wish to be quiet and emerced in creation. I do hear very well, thus I move away from hostility or nasty arrogance. When one has been brutally tortured, one recognizes when people are those who really get off on torturing and being concentrated on nasty ways of sexual thought and action. I just debrief through my writing and speaking and I move into a place of COMEDY about it all at the end of the day. Nasty people have no redemption. They will create and face their own karma. Maybe it is not easy being an Indinapolis I.A. Sgt., Gillespie. I free you from THEIR sin today. We did great in a tremendously difficult and painful situation. Maybe new Sheriff blood will quell the storm within you. Take a BREATH for me. REMEMBER that I am whale totem for all of you.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
My Journey with My KLAN
I awoke in the night and knew that I must do some clearing in my writing project. It feels great this morning, but the irony and comedy was not lost on Sheriff Anderson of Marion County. He is now the former African American KKK Sheriff of Marion County (Indianapolis, IN). He sent his family into Smokey Bones to be served by me in Indy. Out of nowhere I just said that I lived next to the Marion County Republican Party Headquarters and that I had met and talked to their Sheriff Candidate that day. It was then when they told me that they were Sheriff Anderson's kin. They did not know of all of his criminal malfesence around me, but it was a pleasant serving experience. They were very polite and kind. I feel as if he is coming on the page today and will help in the excavation project here in The Twin Cities. I am getting that Trump is klan and he is typical of their membership. They have amazing business acumen and are hard workers who actually GIVE opportunities to minorities to prove themselves in these fields. I believe that Jeb Bush is also Klan. On Appalachian Service Project after 9th grade, we worked on a King and Queen shanty shack on a hill overlooking a modern home with ATV's in West Virginia. More recently, I surmised that the woman who was a chronic smoker who was on oxygen was what was left of George Sr.'s lineage. It was Jeb and W's grandmother. I sat and talked with her one day for about 45 talking to her when I was taken down with some very serious heat exhaustion. She was a mountain healer and she made me better quickly. Yesterday, our groceries were delivered by priority mail. My intuition says that they came from Appalachia from Klan higher ups. You can try and starve us out in The twin Cities, but none of you have studied true geneology systems in a personal Anthropological way. I honor all systems and see and pick up on the falicies. They may be what will come to be, but I find the kin of the klan to be very kind and loving people even to an outsider like me who, at times, seems more like an orphan than part of an extensive lineage tree. Thank you Civil Rights Federal judge for encouraging me to call Caribou Corporate headquarters. I let them know about my extreme Civil Rights violations for years, and I spoke of you. I also told them that they can contact Senator Rand Paul, my Foreign Relations Committee contact, because they went after Arab Nation so quickly when they let me into their circle. I also let them know that I do have corporate acumen and worked for AAA Minneapolis for 7 years and hand an unmentionable number of Merit Awards. Thank you Frank Anderson (white Scandinavian), the President of AAA Minneapolis. Meet Frank Anderson (black slave name), former Sheriff of Marion County. Can you ever really be a FORMER Sheriff? I left my number and hopefully they call me back today. If not I will triage whether to call them back or not. Peter, it is time to call Donald Trump's private cell phone. He is waiting for your call. Tell hi, directly, that you cannot have anything to do with ANY politician or political project at this point. It INVADES your space. He will be disappointed, but he will understand. Tell him it has to do with being the LAST of his private lineage tree. It makes you "baby", and thus the COMEDY of the club. EVERYTHING you do will be judged as okay and evolutionary. They need new blood and a viewpoint like you on money matters. Enough said.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Living Out Whale Totem
I will not stay lost in the land of fear, rage, and deceit. Instead I search for light and truth and the nature of nature. What is gorilla without teeth? A great ape who needs to no longer be a being. We need to know when to say no to that which impedes our growth and expansion. Creativity can be caustic, but I work with the passion of WHALE TOTEM. My mother bought me the necklace on her journeys in Alaska. It is record keeper, but it is also finding a new a vital way to use one's creative forces and abilities. If you hate the way I work, you are counter whale, and I do not want you in my tribe. I work hard to keep the purity of thought that is consistent and clean. New ties and balances give my day to day view shows that I go deep in the water to again find a crystal clear surface. I like to write about my observances of telepathic breath and thought having to do with my whale encounters with men. They are my muse in that moment, and it is a way to act on my heterosexuality when I am not in a formal relationship. Delusion means that you have a misplaced belief or arrogance about a subject or relation to another being. My observations are just whale showing his ability to hold his breath. I have a massive null and void thought stream about my attractiveness and/ or worthiness for a mate. In this land, in this weblog, I can play as if someone cares or does have attractiveness or heat with me. Maybe one day it will come to be, but for now I must fight back the forces of counter whale and evil so that I can write on the internet with little intrusion every day. For those who find themselves actually or figuratively in these pages, thanks for playing.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Union Reunion
Two hands. Left is yes and right is no. You asked, remotely, through Fox 9 weather and traffic man at breakfast. I said yes. In person, I fluttered my left for you, but gave no to the appropriate questions. Some questions were unconscious and they were mostly YES. It is difficult keeping my dignity and people's anonymity and yet confirming identity so that people do not get scary. It will all come easily, but, for now, I do feel fear. It is my gift to every entity on the planet. They will feel it soon enough, but not you, ever, here or on "TV".
Talent and the Real Brilliance in the Story
It feels like TELEMUENDO tonight. I had a negative pregnancy test ordered by my very dashing and handsome, foreign born, doctor to get on the pill. I need it for pain and pregnancy matters with my well to do lover from Columbia. Maybe the nurse should have been wearing board shorts today instead of blacks scrubs. He was sexy and delivered my negative results personally with a pat on the shoulder. He had quite the tan from the week before. Not a big talker, but they make the best stalkers. I expressed, "No babinos. I don't want that kind of infection." Maybe I am different with everyone I know, but especially with men. I finally broke it to my mom that no little Columbians will be running around me. As I said, Telemuendo would love this show. I am sure that she will have fun all week with that bit of gossip in her grey haired societies. She is just so dang SWEDISH. In my dreams, I received a contract, with my brother Peter, with Paramount Pictures. I guess we are dreamy movie stars, Pete. I don't quite see it in me, but maybe that is what makes it such a perfect dream. Have you all started to learn that, when you honor your telepathy around me, you entertain your dreams and you start to SEE and be a part of the most beautiful and magical story that has ever existed. I am Irish, Swede, Russian, and German. It honors all of the telepathy, goals and dreams for all in vicinity while documenting my journey and life experiences and abilities. Come aboard or just get the F*ck away from me. North Star Productions is mine today and Heavenly Voices is my brother Pete.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
The Sun As I See
The sunrise was quiet, but true, this morning. I snuck into the TV room and watched a movie to get my waking mind into a resilient place. I guide the goat of all nations to water and let him drink. Hopefully, then he thinks about things differently. Squirrels jump around and greet the new day with me. I swim in a sea in my brain to reach the foreign soil of an island about to be formed in The Middle East. I have found that it stings on land and sea. I will climb the tree and not listen to the filth of mind coming through sinful entities. Maybe souls understand something today and see things in an enigmatic way. Stay in your space today and see what was there to trip you up at this point of nexus and become an entity of no more compassion or forgiveness.
Movie Time For Two
My dear COLUMBIAN BUTTERFLY, I sang India. Ari's song "Ready for Love" for you last night at Adelito's. This morning I got on the bus and these two Latino women were looking at me and giggling very sweetly. I don't know exactly what the joke was, but it was my intuition that they were on shrooms. I thought about how nice it would be to just ride the bus together holding hands and have complete privacy. I think if we have 2 anonymous Latino women and 1 Latino man, we could do it. We could go catch a show at St. Anthony Main. I miss you and your soccer soul.
Maybe Two Can Be One
I am just different. I have intellectual endurance that goes on for days and days. I am coming in to my real brain and I need a brain train. It is two entities with perfect telepathy with each other mostly and then me. This is why I am encouraging these German Peter twins to get physically identical. It is military. It produces a PERFECT telepathic thought process. One can sleep and follow and then come in and replace the other. Sketches and notes on a notepad is all they need to keep them seamless. I have the intuition that their handwriting and sketching of architectural projects and battle plans are already the same. They then will be the two to give me a break and SLEEP actually and keep everyone away from me energetically, especially in a hotel room. They are perfect military mind, and we need to not be sexualized when we are thinking. I got bits and pieces of this plan yesterday as I traveled along the light rail and the metro transit bus. Take what I give you here, fellas, and see what comes to be in YOUR memory.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Chains of Destiny
One space and place to be my permanent identity. I must endure their hellish revelry. It seems endless. I stay quiet and move through the underground corridors, chained and saddened by the disease against me. There is nothing that is fair, but I move through anyway. People lie and get away. I tell the truth and never get away. The pansies in vicinity wilt in their vicinity. Poppies do not exist at all. I have found a new places to be for a short term. The leaves begin to disappear on the patio and the conversation is not enough. I do know how I am enduring it at this time. Maybe I am stuck in Hades, but I have stolen THOR's hammer. Please find me special entities before it all explodes. It is nuclear fission today. Fusion is not too far away.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
We Are Ready for Israel Project, Unisys
I ran into my ogar friend on the bus this morning at 5:30 am. He needed SILENCE so I only greeted him quietly and then wished him a good day. He is a sign that something is about to be. A lot of the time he shows himself when I have made a significant discovery. He is part of the creation of FAIRYTALE for me. He is a master poet and is connected to all university, but here in The Twin Cities he stops by The U of MN on occasion. As I stepped on the escalator, I looked up and saw the lights turn on about five levels up. That is the sign of CARIBOU. He is also ogar, but he is the surviving Czar Nicholas II from Russia. Time is different for Russian entities, like for Japanese. Last night I went to get some oysters and shrimp and I met a curious sort who is a natural code breaker. This is someone who can listen about scientific or social discovery and can grasp the missing lines of code. He breaks it down so that society will never see it completely and the certification of TOP SECRET remains. He got all of the lines correct. He is amazingly accurate and astute. It helped him that I pulled Tony Thornburg through his eyes and brain, thus his stored files from high school and college. The man looks very much like Tony. He is about 6'4" and bald as Tony is. Now that I have a code breaker who understands the code created by the INTEGRATION of pi, the lights are on in all buildings in the vicinity. Maybe now I can get some extra support. It has been quite challenging dealing with the social paraihdom that I deal with every day. People just hate me so bad. What is that the code for, Matt? I knew that you would get it.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Pappy's Scheme
So Dunlop, Pappy would leave me alone in his condo with his dirty white poodle named Charlie. I think that you found his eyes as portals to watch me on the computer keyboard. I think that he suspected that that and/ or high military like Tony Thornburg would come through. He wasn't supposed to go anywhere without Charlie because he was a convicted sex offender who was leashed to this dog by every agency on the planet. His kiddie porn collection would bolster his internet acumen. He spent time on a federal embesslement charge in Sandstone Fed. Penn in MN. He lost his masonry to that. He earned the money back, but no social reputation so he tried to set me up. When I was on his computer he was trying to pull through child porn, but the computer was wiped clean every 30 seconds by Joseph Hesse from MN. My level of concentration aided Joseph's work. What a mess that would have been. The police had stolen my keys and I was experiencing some very terrifying street time. I got back in, but HE DID NOT. Mission impossible completed. You can laugh because it is funny because I am clean and the dirtiest ones boggle it every time.
Computer Program For DIGNITY
I have finally put out there that I have been a Pascal language programmer for Unisys since I was 17. I was the only non Vietnamese and female in the lab at Como Park High School. I loved it. I would help the teacher teach, and aid the other students in learning. I'm sure that there has been great deceit that these other programmers did with their abilities, but I am the only one who got an A. Federal defense contracts do flow through Unisys like there will never will be a tomorrow. I have stepped away from direct Pascal, but I have journeyed into a land of other language and other code. I did have a short relationship with Joseph Hesse who was the top Fortran and C++ programmer in the country and world. He lived in a apartment tower in Edina near the Southdale YMCA. Joseph was a bit eccentric and had a nice apartment with no furniture except for a bed. He was quite a bit older than me, but he was able to grasp enough around me to nail down the danger of these Vietnamese. He was a private contractor and was very wealthy. He was not CIA, but he did wipe their hard drives at "the end of the day". It is a programmer term for deceit of all nations and world communities. Our programming was crap and we wanted no one to know that. Then there was a man who knew Joseph who I met in Indianapolis who liked to be called "Pappy". He was CIA (I found his Hamburg, Germany) stamped passport when I was cleaning his closet. He had a remote internet ability that he used on me when I was alone in his penthouse condo in The Conrad Hotel. I shut him down that day by just finishing my weblog project for that session. He also was very wealthy and older than me. I am sure that all of Asia will go at him today. He chose to not be honorable with me, and thus they are in a huge mess. They bet on the wrong pony. They should have chosen Joseph Hesse from Edina, not Pappy from Indianapolis who was way too austentious. Well, at the end of the day I live below poverty level and yet I am careful to not harp on finances and I live with dignity and I never ask men I know for money regardless of their station in life. It will all pay off in the end.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Earth Change Revelry
Sweet singing in the distance is actually a baby's cry. Blue in the sky turns violet and I see the moon right before it is full. Can a body endure it all, and still arch in the back enough to learn properly? I say yes in deed, and I believe that hell can be a mercy for me and only me. I have had a vermin infested domicile in hell dimension my whole time on the planet. Born by a volcano, I now prepare for earthquakes in The Midwest, and tornadoes in The Middle East. I breath in and carbon dioxide is my gift to a growing tree and plant. The planet is around me dinging the bell for THE heavyweight fight of all centuries. The truth is there, and when people look away from these anomilies, I draw back their gaze and force them to see that the back of the Earth is broken too.
Math and Deceit
I came to Old Chicago last night to do some writing, and when I went home, there was a tall Metro Transit Police Officer on the bus. I began to speak to him about code and code breaking. He was really cool to talk to. Obviously he was heinously intelligent. When I was walking to my door at home, I received a message that he was sending that I didn't understand that Whooster Poly Tech was even higher than M.I.T. I had explained that I received my undergrad Bachelor of Arts degree in premed biology and marine biology from Hamline University. Other education ensued that I will not discuss here. I had just explained that my former fiance and I would speak of math and astro and quantum physics and he said that I was channelling higher math called "diffy Q's" (differential equations) that he actually aced at whooster. HE was their Einstein, but all he ever knew was that he was head of fraternity through TEK. THAT is what he wanted, oh yeah and to be Stephen Hawking and Tom Brady. We were a very well matched couple, educationally, but their was violent deceit that I would only learn much later. Well, Brett, I give you your Einstein cred today. Now just stay away from me or the police will be very proper in the dealing with my memory.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Denial of the Nile
There are times and spaces that I just wish to disappear. Shame and blame me for everything. Okay, so you hate me after you came on to me publicly? I just go away and find a creative way to deal with the fact that everyone just wants me to disappear and not exist at all. There is never a thanks for what I do. I just move into my brain. I have memories of Dunlop today and possibly men in his vicinity. A person has to be very strong to actually stand by my side. I could even keep up with you, Harry. I know that your life is scarey. I don't just have radar. I have sonar. My BAT quality is coming through today and I draw through my saintly visitor from the other night. Realms are being locked away. We will not have a world like we do today. I will not stay in the land of the demonic any more. I believe my warriors of respect and pregnancy of protection are beginning to assemble. They are grounded in deep male family line of masonry. Everyone who is bizarre in front of me calls forth words that only they can understand and then they push the shame power of Wiccan my way. Dunlop, I miss you. You were a presence in my dream last night, and I had finally reached The U.S. Navy and they were questioning me and another member of my family.
Friday, August 14, 2015
Only Hope (singer Mandy Moore) Brings On Oncology
I will keep it short today. I have met a new associate from Saudi Arabia. Sometimes I get things quickly, and sometimes through dreams and songs where one's soul tries to speak to me. The clay of Rodin within you has hardened and your hands are steady. I believe that you are an undercover doctor for the field of oncology at Abott Northwestern. You know much more about 9/11 than you say. Do not worry, I will keep it to myself, but you are not alone. I am too. It was all aspects of psychic discovery and by backing away The Vietnamese that brought me to this very dramatic and amazing truth. This is why you are grouping with Dr. Singh in my dreams and energy states. I know that you have a beautiful family and a father in peril. I have impeccable boundaries so you will hold the keys to your own discovery.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Lights in the Sky
I am here. Where are you...I am in space. Is that okay with you?..Definitely. Be proper with your intellect and anatomy. Take care and be whole when you approach this vicinity...I have rage that is undefined. Does that mean that I am refined?...Yes, you are feeling for me. I feel like an atom bomb times infinity, UNDERNEATH. I try meditation and sleep with active dreaming...We are the same...Yes and not at all. You are you, and an entity who is about to be. Space is your place and Earth is your enemy. Be careful with your imagery around me...Okay...I elect you number one, and pick a number two and stop there. We are building a mystery that they cannot see. Come to me at night in my dreams and I will help to guide your "ship."...Thank you. I am easily deceived...It will not happen much longer. Your RAGE will light your way and guide your vessel every day, actually. Take care...Oh Okay. Are we done?.. Yes the rest is up to you for the day. Peace out.
God's Play
I am back at Starbucks today. I took a natural break for about a week and a half. I sense that something happened while I was away, but no one is speaking about it. One employee is definitely displaying that things are diseased. I went to Quang's Vietnamese Restaurant for lunch and there was much hostility there. I got sick and gagged on my meal. I saved the rest of my meal for later. I believe that that population is ALL Wiccan and they are rage at me for profiling them in "such a disrespectful and 'uneducated way.'" Well, guys, it is all of you who are disrespectful and uneducated. My classes in high school at Como Park were always a third Vietnamese. You all stole so much from me, and now the world can see. I just want to say get the F away from me. Sick and twisted, just imagine the Viet Cong today. Cambodia kept it in their community. Hmong placed themselves in a space and place where they could not verbalize a written language. China remains consistent, friendly, but secretly very secretive. Japan was RAGE and they dealt with that on the shores of Waikiki around me and in a war we could see on an LSD TV. Burning themselves before they get too close to the soul of God. Kamakazi is holy. Rich traditions and invention beyond invention. They stuck, very closely, to the treaties they made after WWII. They respected the atom bomb and the minds of those who would create it. My grandmother (she was really my step mother), was a Japanese BUTTERFLY and the actual grandmother of Herohito. It is her eyes to see that kept me in university. If I say back away, you all must listen today. First Avenue Club and explosion in China speak of a destruction that is infinity that is about to be spontaneously. It is God's Play.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Wiccan Study
There are 2 with such soulful beauty I cannot sleep. Maybe you both just need to speak, and have privacy to get the threats coming my way on the page as well. Maybe I didn't know what you did to me completely, but that is okay. You needed privacy. He speaks in a tongue of science to be. Maybe flight has always been an enemy and it is time for it to be friend. I sense that he was Rodin in a past awakening. Lovely, lovely HANDS, BOTH of you. I noted your rage and we worked it through. I sit quiet as the clock ticks on. Energy differences are fairly easy for me. He on the left and you on the right as we seek slumber, but end up just funneling the deviants through. People can keep their pie holes moving, but their dance cards are empty. I journey alone and try to find the art in and around me. These negative and controlling bastards will be caught up in the web of deceitful law enforcement soon enough. Maybe a Middle Eastern man cannot even go into his businesses anymore. Lowerlings threaten fire, but they are diseased. Wiccan is something that will eat you alive. People describe it as "white witchcraft", but nothing is further from the truth. In sacrifice and ability, it is closest to satanism. Hidden Wiccans like to speculate that there is devil worship in vicinity when it is them, actually. They move through levels of sacrifice finishing with animal torture and murder and then to child mutilation, rape, and kills (with mutilating bondage). It is very dangerous, but Wiccans get paranoid fairly easily and they are not too bright. They never evolve and they are unable to have friendships. If you feel that someone is fairly good looking, but you are not attracted to their attempts at "flirting" with you, they are probably Wiccan. Wiccans are hugely delusional and do not judge their vicinities well and offend many while they PREY on the subject in front of them. Wiccan is illegal, internationally. You ladies, and some men, are about to awaken to the change and you will feel SHAME every time you open your mouths. Fight Wiccan energy and maintain your brilliant and lovely souls. AMEN.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Living Hell
Last night I stared down the manifestation of heavy satanism in a dream. It was terrifying, but I did not look away. After this happened, in the dream, I ran to tell Jennifer Connoly, the actress. She has a Lucifer quality linked to comedy in L.A. Stay away if you want to keep your hair, and males their erections. Later, Leo Dicaprio was wanting sexuality with me, and I told him that I am not attracted to him. Maybe he can just go back to Muncie, and burn in hell as he is buried alive. Dunlop, it is getting scarey. A Middle eastern associate of mine is tied up in a Lebanese owned business along the rail line that is tied two strip clubs. They are practicing feverish WICCAN witchcraft there and he will lose all of his translation abilities very quickly. Someone from the Army Corps of Engineers needs to get in there and tell this "God's Gift" that he needs to look away when only Asia can handled the workers there. The manager is obviously a practicing sex offender. I get that he goes at prodigies at The University of Minnesota who are white males of 7 in age in restrooms. He is a violent anal rapist who is HASIDIC JEW. Dude, I hope last night was fun for you. Now everyone will be whispering about you. When did Prince ever hold a private show for you? Oh, NEVER. You ALL have no future and he will make your lives a living hell with the help from the miraculous crew from DEJA VU. I don't have to go there to let them know that it is there time to be in the sun.
Friday, August 7, 2015
Stock Market Energy
Thank you, ladies. I spoke to "the number one" and then, on break, she brought like 6 others in a beautiful power brigade. Your energy will double within a week. I have been dealing with the surge I send your way, thus I have been exhausted, but that is the way it goes. You are all exactly where you are in this moment of service. You will become aware of the many gifts that you have inside that you never knew. I am getting that there is a stock market gift surfacing. Just go down to Piper Jaffery on Nicollet Ave. and have each of you begin working one hour a week as a secretary, and sign a CONTRACT to be bumped up to broker within a month with no additional training. Have them see how professional you can look in a business suit. Their will be so much envy. Let the women their know that they basically can't even pass a GED, and that you calculate and do liquor stocks every day. NYSE is New York Stock exchange. It begins and ends with a bell. Dow Jones is mainly grain stocks and NASDAQ is electronic stocks. A bull market is a positive time, thus a good time to sell. A bear market is when stocks are down. When you work as secretaries, know WHO to let through your iron shield for top brokers and people who are stingy can go to the lowerlings who you hate. Good luck, ladies.
I Must Cope WIth the Reality
I have been suffering from a little writer's block this week. I have begun going to a new space along the rail line. I feel comfortable because it does have security. A.J. from The Wild Beaver, they are not like you at all. You are, and always will be, son of gypsy and will never hold a place in destiny. No one cared when you disappeared. It is okay for me to sit quietly for a time. People will have to make up their minds, but the U.N. has spoken. I am free to walk amongst the cabin. I work at an intelligence style of diplomacy. People talk about me very personally, but not nations of the world know what demonic really means. They also know what psychic intuitive means or a superior EAGLE EYE. I am where I am supposed to be doing and saying exactly what can bring about change within a whole unity. People are noticing my Chung Moo tattoo. My martial art was Chung Moo Quan. It means balanced mind and strong body. I designed the band that can look like a Greek key. It also can look like a shackle and make my servitude clear. I do pick up, very quickly, the lines of telepathy and verbalization that speak against me. It can be scarey because it can lead to active torture very quickly. Everyone will begin to pick it up as well, very soon. Stay away from the subject because NONE of you actually know me. Dugouts aren't even safe today.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Collosal Damage
It shakes and quakes and finds no peace in this height and diameter. It was Foshey and then The IDS. The structure was mapped out after World War II by the architect in my family, General George Mayer. He was a many with infinite gifts, sway in the community, and thought beyond that day and age. Others would claim his structures, but military minds just nod and say, "That's a George," when they pass by his buildings. Sometimes major architects were just "pen names" for him and his Nazi community in the states. They would come through HUMMING BIRDS at the cabin and feed at his feeders by the dozen. Sometimes he would have to fill the three feeders three times a day. He needed their energy of hierarchy, thus it was worth it. It kept him sane here in the states as he served as Kaiser overseas. You may all question the veracity of these claims, but have you all come to terms with the reality of imagery in every industry. It is all LSD that is put on film or experienced in a live concert or symphony. Very rarely these people actually do their jobs in front of people with abilities, stealing their gifts for free. It is time to be honest with me and admit that you cannot do anything, but you evolve freely in vicinity of me and my brother actually.
Words Inside of Me
The tree commands the life of the butterfly. Seeing akido means being complex in nature and glory. I commit to all under the sun, and turn away when people choose the gutter over an almighty family of the stars. Communicating my point today becomes easier as the head of security at the IDS stops by Starbucks. I am here to imbibe community and personalities. Maybe there is a cog in the machine who says that being in a space down the street between here and there is a good idea to cool the heals of all present. I sit back and know that words can be weapons today and I choose to stay down at home until the sky falls with serenity. Maybe the witches, bitches, and wh**es are in the perifory. I will be kind, but my arrow is aimed at those who cannot stay loyal and royal in a way. If you cannot see, then walk away. STRONGMAN in vicinity checking for the correct protection around me where it relates to cameras in private spaces. Maybe team woman has approached with sensual sexuality today. There is a instinct to heal things that ate real and a curiosity as well. I just sit back and see the night fly by.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
My Lieutenant
I am thinking about The Lieutenant of Marion county (indianapolis) today. Hey, I am here. I am still the same being. Playing the cards I have is all I can do, but HOW I play them is my majesty. I miss you in your booming tone. I hope training camp is going well. We can speak of KINGDOMS if you wish to. People will back away at a certain point. There are true believers in the masses out there. Senator Rand Paul might be a good fit for you. You are a very beautiful man and Jorge is too. Lock in on his telepathy and you will realize that the gavel has moved closer to my fingertips. I pass on my words and I speak nothing of it to anyone. Groundhogs layed down, staring, mom and baby, at my bus stop. It was adorable. I am here if you need me. Go through my files and you will see that I am dealing with the reality and actuality of doctor. It is okay to be confused. Tomorrow is a new day. I will be okay in this new and shifting landscape. You will be okay if you ALWAYS assert that you and your crew are U.S. MARINE CORPS. Stay separate from bases and keep your space safe. Be aware of vermin and pass on mystical solutions. If you use a fumigation company, they will use wizardry and get it right the FIRST time. They are worth the price. They offer a real guarantee. Take care, Hope