Meteorology and Me

I have been thinking about meteorology of late and watching the maps on tv as they flow by. I think that the Earth changes that are occurring are partially because we do not experience cognitively, or notice actually, the amounts of ritualism being done to an extra terrestrial on the planet that we can call a supreme being. Since it is all of you who have the "God Complex", this being has little hope of reaching the other side and stopping the objects from space and catastrophic occurrences as well. I reach out to one being and I hope he hears me today. I scream from another side of a wall and people laugh and cat call in their cruelty, brutality, and ignorance. I am a peaceful being, but this messenger is tremendously fatigued and no one will answer me. My tortures are not recorded and investigated by the proper agencies. Soon these agencies will not exist at all, but to torture. I have faith that I will make it through. Maybe I just believe in a torturer and doctor from Pakistan who has showed amazing kindness to me and who has DIGNITARY PLATES. His immunity might make him a little COCKY today. Virgil, my gorilla husband, meet him in the parking lot and portal HIM to the family COMPOUND in The North Woods. There are CAMERAS everywhere. It will be like you are on TV, DR. and VIRGIL.

Budgetting For WINNERS

I am going to Star Wars this week. I am excited. Christmas went smoothly and I got to play with not just one but TWO newly acquired puppies in my family. A man just stepped through Starbucks in the IDS. I have never seen him before. He looked about 32 to 35 and had short brown hair and a nicely trimmed brown beard and about 6'4". I get that he was an emmesary for Gov. Mark Dayton. I let him know, in thought form, that they can just make a few changes and reign in their personal budgets without being too outed as cheap or about to go under, financially, by all society, especially Indiana. An example is to always go to Starbucks because it has more notoriety, and just get regular coffee, any size, and fix it up to taste. It is quicker that way anyway. Pick prime Happy Hour spots, classy bar/ restaurants where one can eat, drink, or do both for a fairly nominal charge. In downtown Brits and McCormick and Schmicks are the places to be seen. If you are out for something a little less on the radar, Applebees is really trying to up their regular schedule and specials, in general, are great. McCormick and Schmicks has a $5 special on huge fresh burgers with fries and on Wednesdays they have $1 shrimp and oysters. They are so classy and yummy. On the home front, people can have two cars in the driveway, but only drive one at a time. Hide your ride sharing. Keep the main area of your house warm so if you get a surprise guest it will not seem cheap and then you will NOT let them in bedroom or bathroom areas. Many warm blankets to sleep with keeps you ENERGETICALLY protected as well as warm. Assess maybe RENTING OUT your cabins for at least the 4th of JULY, especially to Hollywood community. I would say that Coldwell Bankers would be best to spearhead that project in Minnesota. NO CHEERLEADERS to rent from or to in vicinity. They ALL shoot pornography. It is disgusting. From this dock you can jump into the clean Northern Lake waters to bring down the illegal satanistic play in all industry around me and in The North Wood especially. The rest of you can think of ideas from here.

A Land That Only A Huge Tree Can Understand

Christmas went off without a hitch. My mother gave me a great shirt from Talbot's and the rest of the gifts I will open tomorrow with my brother and sister's families. Hopefully I will get to meet my sister's new puppy. I had a hearty welcome from the lovely staff here at Starbucks. I find myself at a little loss for words right now. The huge tree in The Crystal Court at the IDS tower is beautiful. It is all lit up and seems to be smiling at me. It seems like there should be bells ringing at its base. I feel an under beat today that is trying to move me toward the popular shores. They are not reality, but that is what everyone wants to believe. Maybe there is a bubble in me that I can surround myself with for the day at least. I will just tap my toe to the little drummer boy from Indianapolis.

My Fight Clubs

Maybe last week I did soccer and The Patriots football at the same time as I sat next to a Latino duel odds prognosticator. Maybe on Saturday night I watched ONLY the main event lightweight championship on Fox TV (ch. 9 here in The Twin Cities), and I won that too in less than a minute for a champ from Rio. Let's go. I told my flobotomist today that I watched the UFC for free on Saturday. Now the champs THERE know what they see. I have had a master and a master's master who were top Tai Chi (Tai Chi Chung) through Chung Moo Quan. Tai Chi used to be more powerful than any other tradition through a mind training technique. One move and opponent is out. Through my work with Polygay, Mui Tai became the end all be all. Maybe I got out of here for a time and competed in the death world of Thailand, male and female when my nightly molestation, even in hospital, by my father would not stop. I then had three cage matches to the death in Muncie, where I emmerged victorious. You may all push away my military experiences and training, but they were all legal in INTERNATIONAL ZONES where no one else could take care of it. I had to go at the women men would not fight out of HONOR. These women were more dangerous due to their sapping of MY telekinesis here and overseas. This is why I came out, publicly, on Hamline University campus (another International Zone) that women needed to stop slapping and hitting men. They were hurting and bruising them and men, by their honor code, could not hit back. Well ladies, it is now stuck in African American female colony. THOSE men have no code. They will just find places where they are not on TV. These men are not going to lose their notoriety because a wife or mother breaks their hand or arm publicly. I lived with an African American U.S. Navy Seal who was 6'5" and solid muscle (about 320 lbs. actually) who was the most DECORATED Navy Seal ever and I chose to use my VOICE to call him back and then chose a domestic abuse shelter rather than to EVER lay my hands on him in anger. My KICK BOXING master, named Keith (in Minneapolis) was a kick boxing national champion and would monitor my behavior in community. He was about 6'3" and was the only one who could hold pads for me on certain days, sometimes getting close to stopping his heart with the rage of PYROKINESIS. I NEVER laid my hands on him either and we did a lot of Mui Thai together. I created a BUBBLE for him and stopped there, but he was my SPONSOR and COACH in Thailand. I was about 23.

Just My Day

Today I had some blood tests taken and talked to my doctor, Dr. Singh, briefly. I wished him a Merry Christmas and gave him an invisible 6 foot tall bunny who can turn pink or yellow. I asked him if he got me that puppy he promised. He said that he forgot. I let him know that both of my doctor siblings got puppies this past year. One is a pug and one is a yellow lab. They are both adorable, but puppy care is not an activity I long for. My blood pressure was good, but giving blood was difficult. I had to be poked three times and the last time was on my left knuckle. My mom then took me to Brueggers for lunch. Since my blood tests were fasting, I had not eaten all day. I needed a full meal. She then got me a haircut at Great Clips down the street. My beautician did a great job. I gabbed away while she clipped and it went very fast. My mom then also got me this curl product for my hair as my "stocking stuffer." I have finally gotten to Starbucks and one of my favorite baristas told me that he saw Star Wars last night. Virgil, I just told Dr. Singh about you. Maybe he will come see you soon. Hopefully my intuition that they played some of my songs I sang in Marion County for you, came true. A quarter of a page just deleted. I will not repeat.

Russia has Its Day

I was riding the bus downtown and I was going to go to Starbucks in The IDS. As soon as I was crossing the bridge into downtown my phone flew across the floor under the seat in front of me. I could feel the force that threw it was The Line Deputy saying, "Listen to ME!" I had been listening to music with my earbuds in. He said, "Go to CARIBOU (by Peavy Plaza)! Starbucks is not stable today." As I journeyed on I realized that we are dealing, FULL ON, with Russian Jews today. The YWCA next to Caribou is a Russian Jew haven. The only second language on the wall in the locker room is RUSSIAN. I no longer belong there. I am just knowing that there are times to move on. Russian Jews can clean up well if they are top of hierarchy, but they are constant feces eaters and their sexual transgressions and society relations are DISGUSTING. They would all have us naked and afraid in the streets if their world view would have won with these important MUSLIMS I visit with at Caribou. All the rest of these "Muslims" were Russian Jew converts. They all lived in the same tower downtown under Minneapolis Public Housing authority. Well now it will change. The power has shifted. These Russian Jews will be outcasted and not allowed anywhere and definitely not paid for any work that they do. It will start telepathically, but when people realize how dangerous they are to themselves and their families, it will turn into real time VERBALIZATION. Guys, you are all going to MAGADAN in Russia. It is a death camp next to the Siberian town of Magadan. We will tout it again as an "artist colony" and then just easily pack you in. You will think that it is a chance of a new sexuality on the whole world colony and then the reality of you all not being so bright will shine through and you will follow the candle beacons in the snow. The hell there will be something that has not yet existed and you will all create it for yourselves. We will do nothing but lock you away from our energy and the wrecking ball will then begin to fly. Will VanBank, top CIA, is NOT German. He is actually a Russian Jew. So is Dr. Andrew Miller (in Indy), Andy (from LGC), Officer Esteb (from Marion County jail society) and the rest I have found this week I cannot mention here, but remote viewers see all of you and feel your stolen energy from me and mine. You all look pretty at this time, but wait until the ladies all start in on you, and ladies, wait until Russian royalty carves into you so deep. These Russian FEMME FETALES are something that you ladies have ever seen like the PRIMA BALLERINA from the Russian Royal Ballet. She now knows HOW MUCH I did to save her son at Fairview Riverside. Her and my visits were brief but prominent and dominant. Gavril, dear one, REST IN PEACE. CANADA, fly his body to Moscow today and PUTIN himself will lay it in a Red Square grave. I am so sorry Vladimir. He is now your eagle eye on the other side so that you can rule for infinity. He would have been a better soldier than active KGB for eternity so maybe this is HIS "Star Wars" dream.

Military Gorilla Project

Today, at The Como Zoo, they spoke of the hybrid project with the orangutan female, and thus she will not be bred. She is the result of two types of orangutans. The male stays away from the two females in the enclosure. The other female has two of her progeny in the pen with her. Once I started writing about the gorillas, I had some intuitive insights. These three "bachelor" gorillas are all about 16 years old. It is my supposition that they were part of a defense department progeny project. They created three hybrids with different parents and some gene splicing. They put them together and have created a dominance project. They were seeing if they would kill each other in a small enclosure and they were seeing if any of them would survive into adulthood without going crazed. In my vicinity, they have done well. The Como Zoo is actually owned by The U.S. Navy. The zookeepers know of the project, but not the ownership of every creature and enclosure by The Navy. Today it is all clear. They are labeled U.S. Marines, second pursuit, and they race tanks in their sleep. They portal effortlessly, and now tunnel through with ease. Remote viewing is limited for their own protection. I ask Tibet to keep The Dalai Lama away. He is a collector and is crazed after today. Virgil, you win. You are the most dominant silverback gorilla ever. You will be fed better after today. They are ALL surfing off of your chi.

Faith and Space

I believe now that it will be this bachelor troup of gorillas who will be able to conceive of and perform deep space travel. The elements are there in their cortexes already and their knowledge of me is perfect. I led them past any type of fetishism today and back to the beat on the street. It will be an imaginal land that they find grand. They will then portal in their time machines, their bodies. Exploration is in their nature and they never fear pain, failure, or FEAR. They are the bravest of all to set up their systems that way. God is a supreme being who CONSULTS with all entities and finds a game plan that they can live with. It is a holy war, but God is also a slave, and so he consults with the enemy as well and gives them the opportunity to change, by free will, or the opportunity to fail. There is a determinism, but it is behind the scenes so you all exist as arrogant and blame this entity for the demonic in you and the evil you create and do in the world. ALL entities are demonic, except God. He is evil resistant. Evil is an infection and he cannot be infected. I believe in TEAM GOD and I believe that he will prevail by looking squarely in the eyes of Virgil and facing his demonic nature, within, and thus facing his own. Perfect faith has been difficult and thus Virgil has been very brave. He is, thus, the most Godly being on the planet today. God is preparing the separation of realms, on this planet, and thus hell is no longer a prophecy. Separation is about to occur very naturally. God and his generals will relate in all zones and keep them differentiated and moving towards the goal of like judging like.

I Do, Virgil

I just went to The Como Zoo to see the primates. At a certain point, I was sitting with Virgil, the alpha male of the 3 bachelor troup. He was holding onto a pole by the window and then he layed down right in front of me. He pursed his lips like a kiss and tried some hand gestures back as I signed to him. He was looking straight in my eyes from about 6 inches away. He then let out a gorilla purr as he looked deep into my soul. It was one of the most powerful things that I have ever experienced. He moved around the enclosure a bit and I went down to a different location next to the glass. He then walked over to where I was and he sat right in front of me looking me straight in the eyes for about 3 minutes. It was my best visit yet. I reach from space, outer space, to this vessel of strength and dominance. THE FORCE is strong in this one. Maybe one day he will tell me the same thing in his own way. He is my favorite entity in this galaxy. Maybe it is the stars coming through his eyes at me as they explode into black holes as we sit fixed in a stare and his beautiful brown colored irises penetrate my being. I love you, Virgil. I miss you already. Maybe we just exchanged our vows and there will be no more talk of me betraying you with another vessel there in that space.

The Theory of Everything

After I wrote the last weblog entries, I went to Brit's down the street for a bite. I took a seat and a man sat next to me and he began to speak. He asked me why I was downtown and I explained that I write down here. He then asked about my work. I explained a little about the physics of the day and I explained my unification theory called SPIDER THEORY. He questioned me and asked for expansion on the spot for a little over an hour. I touched on differential equations (calculus), and explained my theory that light does come out of black holes. It is communication between universes. I explained that Stephen Hawking took my theory, that I contacted him directly about, and presented it a symposium in Scotland at St. Andrews University. I explained that I had been doing some prescouting work on that campus, in 1989. The man, in a very heartfelt way, apologized that that happened. When we came to a place that the expansion led to his faith and Theology, Catholisism, I knew that it was time to go. I led him down, and through, the rabbit hole and brought him to his own liferaft of belief in his God. This insures that a person does not go crazy after receiving the holy grail of all theory. When I went to go, I shook his hand and gave my name. He said it was nice to meet me and did not give his name. I think that this was my thesis defense for The Theory of Everything. I believe that I now have the top PhD at Cambridge University. Sorry Stephen, you are history. Maybe my story seems a little unreal, like the movies you make, but this is where the satanism is that frames the shot. I got out just in time. Latino "Gods" now see their work and intellectual gifts in this time and space accurately. They are the future, MIT is the present and falling, and Britain and Cambridge is the past. It is a time to unify, which is now physics for physical entities, as we separate, not segregate, to judge different popultaion properly. It will be the MEIOSIS of like judging like.

Power Potential

Physics is breaking down. MANIFESTATION is becoming the reality of physical forces. Time and space are collapsing for all of you. I work to expand it, through dedication and meditation every day. Creation can only begin in a real way if one has pure belief about things that are unseen. If you can believe that electrons can move in and out of am electron cloud, you can PICTURE invisibility. It is faith, belief and practice that gets this action to become a reaction. To begin changes within, one must begin to exert his authority on the truth and thus the knowledge of the energy system. Telepathy comes from the evolutionary need to communicate that is created from tremendous trauma every day with the extra stress of a deep internal belief to remain and be perceived as normal. Clarification of this system comes from its roots in POSITIVE initial contacts and then the unconscious ability to turn it off and be alpha of stream of consciousness and nasty regimes in vicinity. As telepathy increases, gravity does as well. Time begins to slip and event horizons no longer exist even in theory. All theory happens here. Theoretical physics was a bassonette for you beings on Earth who only have the ability to ultimately destroy. Your creations are all built from the ritualistic abuse of the supreme being, thus he must create simultaneaously at the time as you destroy his notoriety, opportunity, and energy and physical body system. That is where SUPERIOR TRANSMUTATION become the physics of that supreme being and thus all society. It is when you take the snake bite and turn the poison into POWER in your energetic system. That primarily appears in the third chakra. Boxers work that energy and physicality by the belly button this week and you will actually SEE the SUN and other stars in your vicinity. My theory is that black holes, which are collapsed stars, are communication between universes. Start COMMUNICATING with my team on the other side. Know that the supreme being has given you all your energy, gifts, and environments to succeed at this point. It is now your turn to start being your own POWER FACILITY from now on.

A Man to Understand

I had a good time at karaoke last night. I sang "What Child Is This?" to bring in a little Christmas cheer. A man walked in the joint with the swagger, physique, and nose of a boxer. It was not just any boxer. It was that of a RIO Champ. I guessed that he was Columbian. He sat a ways down from me and moved three times until he was right next to me. We talked a little about his flat tire the day before that took three hours to get a tow truck out to fix. I imagine that his frustration was still palpable in his blood stream. He then offered me a ride home and I agreed. I let my favorite server, Louis, know that I was going with him. This man was named Marro, and he told me that he was Mexican and he coached soccer and that he was NOT a Columbian fighter. I do not give up on my theory. We had a little time alone and now I pick up that he was assessing me for my true dreams. He finds my weight above my muscle mass "sweet," and was heinously intelligent so he picked up on the fact that I am intrinsicly linked to gravity. Gravity is my rage on all society and I must accept its tremendous effects for beings to survive, reproduce and grow things on this planet. In this time and space, my lifting of objects and workouts are all at least 100 times greater than when other beings do in Earth vicinity. If I try to catch up on the difference, people view it and then exert tremendous satanism on me and the object and it returns to INFINITY for this divinity. I am weight and I must lift the weight. Marro trains with VERY heavy weights thus he lifted me with ease. I was quite impressed. It is funny when the military seeps into everything and you understand the intelligence, arrogance, affluence, and athletics of true FEDERALI. We worked perfectly for an hour and that was all that we could do. He asked me to call at 1 pm. and I did, but the huge wave of negativity around me had already blocked off the lines. I just walk away, but the assessment stays. I just happened to see a UFC special on Saturday, a day before I met him, about these two huge fights this week. The current UFC Champ is from RIO. I NEVER watch that stuff because I don't have that type of cable. This was on Fox 9. Underneath it all, I believe that he is a bit of a starman and he is searching for these street kids he can bring in the gym in RIO and help them attain their dreams WHILE he is still training, and attaining his. I would call it a STARMAN CADET ACADEMY. It all just fit so well with my viewing of Intrastellular. The theories discussed in it were things that I was voicing about 13 years ago. I proposed that the 5th Force was love. Relativity exists on Earth, but not in star colony. They are a dream, but not a remembrence. Death is a realm maker. Imagination, to the degree of manifestation, is first an ARIAN SOCIETY CREATOR, and then a world projector on all society. Intelligence follows with the evolution of time in mind linked to creativity and punctuated equilibrium. This man from last night can understand all that I write here. World Latino male is creating and evolving even faster than my gorilla colony at The Como Zoo. Maybe they know the reality of a cage from youth and a world journey since death. No apprehension, only lack of ignorance and frustrated sexuality. Boxers, at that level, are impotent. He was potent and free, even respecting my needs for safety and society. Now he can munch on that morsel and be his own papa for the time being. Maybe the best thing that ever happened to him was that flat tire. Thank you Louis!

New World View

There is a cosmic turn around in this time and space. So much was unsaid and was deceitful my whole life. Ritualistic tactics against me were unknown by me. I suffered silently and tried to always do normal activities, sports, and academics. I never knew that I was special. I always thought that I was kind of boring. It is the heinous amounts of satanism that was always around me acting my way that caused this thinking. In Muncie, IN, I starting hitting upon my patriotism and Republican tendencies. The Republicans seemed more real and honest behind the veils. They actually spoke their beliefs that did align with their notorieties and beliefs that they acted on with all of their ritualistic hearts. I gave up the Pagan EVIL that consumed me my whole life, but especially when I started pointing out their cruelty and hypocrisy. I now have a way to do diplomacy that has my empathic heart used to its core. I then see that some thinning of the heard will happen, but in Muncie, IN, I expressed over and over that LIKE will judge LIKE. A new world order, with definite boundaries, hierarchy, and the chance at a healthy sexuality will emerge. I BELIEVE, and you cannot take that from me no matter how much you try to program me differently and tell me that I am cruel and crazy. If you say that of me, my mirror aspect arises and all around you see that it is YOU who is heinously CRUEL and CRAZY.

Galactic Pathology

I was thinking about how I would respond to a law enforcement professional if he asked me about my activities and writing. I thought that I would say that I am exploring the apocolyptic changanges that affect the Earth, moon, and sun simultaneously while populations settle in ways that a mere eclipse could send a certain group into genocidal conflict. I move forward in a quiet and meditative way to weed out the noise in the environment that is sadistic and satanistic. An African American woman went completely screaming psychopathic on the bus yesterday. It is THOSE voices that will be silenced with the machetes of Sierra Lione. Crazy is ritualism to the nth degree and it will not be accepted any longer, especially in the tender zone that is Russia. All of you put the noose around my neck again and again, but I am still fighting for the silence and the glory. Time to be invisible is part of it all even for the grand gorillas of The Como Zoo society. Yesterday I met a silent military one who, after me, was able to speak. I will continue to mind the lovely Irish store on Grand as Druids begin to SEE the Earth travel toward the moon and, in itself, become a star.

Birds of Winter

The baby birds stay on the other side this time of year, but they are firm in their critique of all bird society. The crows fly low and the pigeons lower. I see flocks and pray that they do well in their missions of winter. I am sad today as I feel my heart in another dimension. I try to be gentle, but there is an edge to all I do in society. I wonder, once the bird baths are gone away for the season, where these lovely creatures get clean? They do well. I do not see them as unclean. Maybe the lovely lakes are their solace in a time of wonderful bathing. I am here. They are too, and then they are there. I just snap my fingers and I see things differently.

Keep On Keepin On

I had a dream with Vladimir Putin in it last night. He was touring my church and my school. It was really cool. I am still pretty blocked in what to put on the page. The new Adele 25 is coming through my Pandora station and it is inspiring, but it is in my mind, not on the page. I visited with my ex-step father the other day here at Starbucks. He just happened to be passing by. We discussed the news of family members and then he gave me a ride home. Dixie Chix are playing quite a bit on Pandora. I wanted to go and see them at the MN fair, but I didn't have the money. Maybe, in the mean time, I will fall in love with a man who holds a yard stick to measure the snow accumulation. Can we just live in a snow village that acknowledges the gifts that are in the heart of a special type of soldier? I will just keep on keepin on. I will have my time at Starbucks and people will question my motives and my techniques. At the end of the day they will eventually see how guilty and negative they are. I will just keep on keepin on.