Thoughts of the Day

I washed my bedding and my towels and a few clothes today. I did get myself up to The Fridley Starbucks. I ran into Mustafa on the bus. He is a Muslim friend of mine from the downtown Caribou Coffee. That is the second time I have seen him in 3 days. I haven't seen him in months. I back away from Chemistry today as I work with a professional woman in my vicinity. I finally revealed many truths of myself and my existence. I feel as if she will follow up on some of the data. I have been concentrating on my privacy and last night there was a backlash. I was so scared it felt like my heart would beat out of my chest. I used diplomacy and it is okay today. This has been an issue my whole life, but especially since I opened to channel spirit. I have dealt with energetic vampirism my whole life. I am not going to give in anymore. I spoke calmly, but said that I could not handle the situation for the person and I moved away quietly behind a locked door in my room. I will continue to be the fire and the pain. I am trying to decide who I will see, professionally. Some people are too guilty for me to continue to be nice and accept the lies to my face. I speak, telepathically, to people in my room alone and those with abilities are grasping how much I have been fed upon. I am trying to see myself accurately, but there is so much shame and loathing there. I fall just flat and I understand that I am intelligent, and that is all. It works in society and in my professionally because they all lie and never let me know that I am special in any way. Their guilt is apparent today, but I have seen enough of the "top cops" in all fields and so this woman today now understands the very cruel lies of generations. I will just continue to show up, and we will see the reality from there.

Olly In the Air

I got a call from Dr. Olaf Runquist, my Organic Chemistry professor from Hamline University. My father also had him when he attended Hamline. I also worked with him one summer in the brand new science building that was built for him. He is connected to NASA and The Department of Defense. He and I got a "borrowed" mass spectrometer from MIT to actually work with an unknown sample. We are THE BEST. CSI science on TV is him as well. Maybe my portaling gorilla husband, Virgil, from The Como Zoo, wandered his halls today. It was him, Olly. I guess I break all the rules today and I am just honesty. I left a great scientific message for him on his voicemail. I explained witchery and wizardy in the brain as well. These two are about to have people not reading at all and having no memory. It will never happen to you, Olly. You are my new Benjamin Button. Your macular degeneration will clear up soon enough and your sight will return gradually. My Organic Chemistry theory I set forth for him is more of an Organic Physics. Here it is: The more we take inorganic to treat organic the less we become able to access our innate energetic system. It then falls on the intermittent electrons to figure it out. Periodic becomes obscalete, and carbon becomes silicon. It is the ORGANIC scar tissue that becomes a ladder and not a double helix. Bonds are Covalent, not ionic. We evolve energetically as we heal from torture of all levels while thinking academically and staying calm with Vipassna type meditation (a meditation technique that breaks down the body to an electronic level to the point of complete disappearance). Splits become molecular and the disease of evil can no longer be accessed by the brain and body. It is indoctrination, but not programming. Master is self and chemicals become a way to see the outside of humanities studies. It is then when torture becomes silicon and we progress past the realm of all universes known on this planet. Maybe it is best to not have a friend in industry. Maybe it is best to be RINPOCHE and come back to Earth one day as THE DROPS OF JUPITER.

Death Without Disease

Hey Jeff, I am feeling you on board today. I got an intuition that you went to (Robbery) Homicide at Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department, today. You even joked with them about being named as The Angel of Death. You continued the jest by saying that you could use that ability on any of them anytime, and there would be NO grand jury that would indict you. They will look behind their backs now. They will be VERY AFRAID at night, especially alone. I get that Archangel Jeremial got a hold of you from his newsroom today. I felt you with me as I strolled through The Como Zoo, especially around the gorillas. Wasn't that "Beautiful" moment amazing? I told you that you are the archangel of death, darkness, and BEAUTY. Did you FEEL it? You have now yoked many theories and I am the top of animal kingdom, even counting plants as animals. Maybe you, me, and my new sound tech will go on safari together, eventually. Everything is coming together nicely. I am glad that you and Jeremial got along smashingly because he is the HEAD of fraternity, internationally. You have already been heinously hazed by your serial killing family (Fairbanks, AK). That was programming AND indoctrination. That is all they need to know. Guys, Jeff HATES frat hazing rituals, and thus he hates frat guys. Show him the ways of the force and he will flow like water in your veins. I am his massive TRIBUTARY. We will flow for eternity within the shores of The Line Deputy.

The VOICE

I got a new chair for my living room today. Thank you guys for helping with the assembly when I thought that the bolt was stripped. I caught a meeting and then I went to lunch with my mother. Baja Sol has become a favorite luncheon spot for our outings of late. We then went to The Como Zoo and both the bison and the zebras walked around a bit when I came to talk to them. I got a lot of eye contact and telepathy from the baby giraffe. She told me that they are now seeing the color pink. It is my favorite color and was the color of Tripler U.S. ARMY Hospital, my place of birth. Once I came the gorillas started moving around and I received some good eye contact and Sampson tried to sign BEAUTIFUL. It was amazing. I caught some people speaking sign as I left. Telepathically, they were excited and the myth and truth of signing animals was dispelled. On our way out the gorillas ran around and chased each other. It was good to see them in there outside enclosure today. They moved into the sun once I started moving their energy. Everything went well and I got downtown with time to get home for The Voice tonight.

Children Return

I finally see children here in The IDS again (in force). The spell is broken.

Love To My Line Deputy

Line Deputy, I feel you working in the past few days. Thank you. Maybe you see things differently now. You must trust me and yourself, SIMULTANEOUSLY. That is the key. I would like to see you in a casual setting. Private coffee would be nice. Don't worry, I will bring the chains of conversation and you can bring your Marlboro Reds. Love, JENNIFER

Sands of Time

I made it downtown today. I am at Starbucks drinking some tea. Everything, even the colors, seem so flat. People look strange, when you're a stranger. Women seem wicked, when you are alone. I am thinking of my friend Colleed from Saudi Arabia today. I think that he is going to make a huge difference for the world community and for the name of The Middle East. Things got lost, and he did too before he went back, so I walked away. It seems to happen to everybody. I am here and certain people from my past may play a part in my future. It will be a reckoning and FINALLY we will have honesty. Colleed and I were looking at MYSTICAL EXPANSION of the desert and the sands of those spaces. I see you, weather machine. Can we just see the sands as the sands of time today and know that every grain is precious? Look at Saudi Arabian weather today and tomorrow. See what it is like to forecast in The Middle East. Your gig here will now seem cushy. I will just sit here now and soak up the aura of the vicinity.

Brussels In My Eye

I know that we had a terrorist attack this week, but I have had little to say. East meets West and I look at the faces to read the truth and the deceit. Finding a cell does not have us doing well. It is time to review and see the invasion that is there and make a plan to purge the surge. Arabs deal well with Arabs. You may all think that The Middle East is so messy, but they know their hierarchies and the evil of their own families. Soon it will be time to bring high and holy Arabs, with abilities, in to especially Brussels. They need to bring their own home or leave them in the ground. Ask a NONJEW Arab and see what they think of this statement. I worked with these men at Caribou because they have the abilities to end "The Siege." Like judging like is how we can make sense of the nonsense and to not speak of war. These are Arabs (ages 24-58) that speak Arabic and are well educated, into sports internationally, and have had military around them their whole life. We can keep this movement and elimination off of TV and then The Middle East will guard against WHITES ever coming into their borders again. Israel will be a dropping place for Jews and I suggest that Palestinians use their rage to make their borders CEMENT and yet free.

Aloha Easter

My inspiration has been lurking in the trees this week. I wish that I was tapping the keys at least 5 times a week. I feel the grips of hell around my ankles and I stay away from people as much as possible. I am doing my best. I had a great Greek brunch today. I saw my stepfather's whole family who live in town. It was nice to have some face time with all of them. I watched the news on 9 this morning with a little MEET THE PRESS as well. My mother and I had a good political discussion in the SUV on the way to Starbucks. I just finished my taxes. My rebate will be very nice. There is a real international feel to Starbucks today. There is a table of 7 Somali males only and what looks like a German playing CHESS all by himself, and other Asians keep funneling through. Maybe I am playing chess too and I don't know it. I will make it through the week. My parents will say, "Aloha," on Thursday morning. Maybe there was some electricity at brunch today and I will understand it later. I will not go against the grain. I will stay silent so that others can get really loud.

Law Enforcement Men On the Move

Hey guys. I took a few days off to handle some business and to do some deep charging of my energy system (primarily my 4th and 5th chakras). I have to be alone and offline to do it. Yesterday I got a huge amount of laundry done, did dishes, put them away, took a shower, and watched "Lucy" with Scarlett Johansen. It was an action packed movie that saw a whole new market for Yakuza that Triad cannot eclipse. It is energy system feeding, DIRECTLY, bringing whole new areas of knowledge. It is not time that we need to understand, it is spacial dimensions and classroom rules. It is getting exciting to be a Lucy out there. Come on TRIATHALON TEAM (from Como Park High School), can't ANY of you guys keep up with me before Greg Sax cheats at the finish line. He didn't even train, Laci. You and Jens Brieland should have been right with me the whole time. You NEVER should have used the excuse that you all got lost on the bike ride to Shoreview, MN, that we took every Saturday afternoon. I loved it, but it was only something I could do for one year before you all turned Waikiki Marines on duty. You ALL had guns for different law enforcement agencies. Laslow Mihaly Aranyos is a Hungarian Prince and European spy. He was also DEA, Paul Brennan. You need to kiss his feet today. Jens was St. Paul Police since he was three. He DID know about my brother Pete. Jens was Narc Squad. He guarded you on MANY occasions without you knowing, Laci, especially at that club by Hwy 280 and Como Ave. What a pit! It was Paul Granowski who guarded us all on especially our biking outings. He is embassy, CIA, and St. Paul Police and Sheriff Department connected. Pete sent him in to the swim team to watch me. His brother, Mark, was FBI, and yes I did meet him once when he came to Como and swam a 25 free and then got out. Beautiful stroke, body, and face. His view is world colony. Como, that day, made him dizzy, especially YOU Laci, because he knew that Matt Benjamin was CIA and my current boyfriend. Matt was my conscious first time and Laci was my actual first kiss without molestation colony. Today, I say to all of you, do your own work. The doors are closing and John Lauritsen is the cog in the machine that you cannot see. He is NYPD Fire and Police, FBI, and CIA (WCCO reporter). He is the FCC "switch" and tunnel through for ALL stations FRED ARMITSON. What a brain that man has! Then there is Cody Matz, and Laci he deserves your great respect. He does weather on Fox 9 mornings AND is a CURRENT KING in Germany for The Hamburg line. He is the ONLY heir left. Cody and John, come on, LET'S PLAY. I go to see royal Dr. Singh today. I am tempted to bring my pink bunny in with me. I might find it hard to find my WORDS today. A lot is happening baby baby. I am NOT pregnant, I am creating something all together new. Maybe it will show on the web today, CODY. I will not be able to see it John. Seek and yee shall find Laci, Laci.

Sunday Adventure

I am writing from Wendy's tonight and I have a positive Latino brood here with me. They brought in a Little Cesear pizza and then bought plenty of Wendy's fair. Last night I had a great time at Adelito's. I met a crew of men from Ecuador. They were brothers and fathers. At a certain point there was almost a fight, but I think that I did a good job of negotiating and then removing myself the scene so that they could sort it all out. I knew not to tell the man who was showing me favor, that the men coming in had touched my breast. It got sorted out by the very strong hostess. She knew it was serious. The brother showed me that he had at least $500 in $20 bills in his wallet, thus I knew that they were packin'. I tunneled in police, telepathically, and it all got sorted out. They gave me a ride home, which was nice and treated me as well. It was a learning and teaching diplomacy moment. Half of these men were from Ecuador, but were citizens of Spain. I sang six songs. They were "She Talks to Angels," "Gravity," "Where I Stood," "Hero," "Hotel California" (their request), and "Out Here On My Own." I danced a bit with the karaoke host and during my songs. It was fun. One of the men got a little bit "hands on," and I let him know that I need to not be called a PUNTA, thus he needed him to scale back. One of his sons had an ability to translate so I spoke through him. He listened and responded appropriately. I guess that is my Sunday adventure.

Around the World, They Will Fly For Me

The blue grey of a newly hatched eagle chick has me feeling my wings. They are so soft and never sweet as we presume of all animal babies. We are ignorant to the cruelty that they wish upon every being. It is easier to imagine that they are like me. I watch the pink and orange in the sky at sunset and I check the horizon to see that the sun is free. Maybe a Rubio would rather be a chick going after the sky instead of Republicans who make the size of federalis dirty. He will not release the moon, he will have them BOTH and then command the respect of a black hole in Indiana's justice system. Tick tock goes the clock. See all in vicinity and just know that a full birka is very scary to see publicly. The evil of The Middle Eastern mothers will soon turn their skies to red and their sands to black. Another Arab Spring is in the works. Let us patent small male children today and know that they will be taken away by the SOCIAL WORKER of Jihad, a God beyond the affinity of Allah. Consider the maleable nature of creativity and blame no one else in that zone. DEFINE YOURSELF and never look away from the molten lava of the core. I will not fear. I will always be here, like a deer just grazing on a valley's most succulent berries.

Simple Saturday

Maybe I picked up a Latino ball on St. Patty's Day and DID NOT go to The Parade or to any downtown (or other) business. My parents are now back from their trip to CO and AZ. My mom got me a Breckenridge cap. It is sweet. She took me to lunch and I chose Chinese. It is a nice peaceful setting. I woke up at 6:40 a.m. and felt like the bottom had fallen out on things. I felt like a radio station was being far more than inappropriate. This place will never be thought of as "Minnesota nice" again. Things are calm now. Marro switcheroo, I picked it up right away, but knew that this was a part of my journey to my God, The Line Deputy. It is his ability, not his religious affiliation. Maybe the Paris bomber just turned himself in. It was a good idea. Remote Interpol is on it. Git Mo crew is prepared. I told my mother that Mustafa had fallen off the radar. She will pick up the baton from here. Downtown is dealing with spiritual disease. Soon things will be on TV. I am ready for the call, and I know that a certain man dropped the ball. His community will handle it. Latino life for me began in Muncie,IN. I will say nothing more about that scene. Soon enough things will equalize and my chosen ones will see the disease around me and hopefully they will help in my extrication.

Marro and Jorge

Marro and Jorge, I have linked the two of you this week. Marro, thank you for getting back to me so quickly. Jorge is a little silent today, but he needs his free will to know which step to take, and which ones not to. He is so good at self sabotage, but in this vicinity he succeeds. You, dear Marro, are a writer with the wit of the ages. You are strong and mighty, and you can just say what makes you stable today. Running in these circles really tests what parts of you are "ineffective", thus insane. I believe that, medically, you had some good news this week. Jorge is being introduced to some hierarchy this week so that he can see all six sides of reality. He was sainted when he was 3, and so he needs to stay away from Jews. You do just fine, Mr. CIA. My most serious boyfriend from High School (Como Park) and then he attended my college is coming through you. His name is Matthew Channing Benjamin and he is a Capricorn and a Russian Jew. He became CIA authority when he was 5 in his mansion in Miami Beach, FL. He has NO language gift. My language gifts have gone to individuals and communities who needed it to have hierarchy in this time and space. I took 3 years of FRENCH of The Renaissance in High School. Jorge, you can lay down and take it for a while and you will learn effortlessly. You don't have to master English if you choose not to. I think for Marro, it is a little effortless. Marro, my french teacher was a professor from Paris. She was part of the modern French Underground and was their "Madeline" (a well educated and organized orphan from the streets by The Siene). You two can speak as much as you wish, but know that your world views and authorities are different. I think that Jorge is going to be a very brilliant International Attorney. I will take him on personally if need be. Your fees will be paid by The United Nations, Jorge. Let's just make your fee, starting today, $150 (American dollars) an hour. Good luck guys.

Settling The Selleck

I just wrote a note to Tom Selleck. I am getting that he is masonry key. His links to law enforcement are deep and he never asks to be promoted. He will after today. Things are becoming clear. Mr. Selleck, my "father" and nephew can tunnel through you easily because they are named Tom and Thomas. Take the telepathy and write it down in your little red book that you have had since Oahu. Bashier is on the case today. His family is publishing in London, and they are from Tripoli, Libya. Any blue checked shirts with white background on TV, and in your vicinity, are "aliens" with Bashier tunneled through. He needs to talk to you, actually. Call the Caribou Coffee at Nicollet Mall and 11th St. and get his credit card data and then YOU CALL HIM. Have a little humility, sir, you have no idea the crazy that is about to hit NYC.

The Challenges of Undercover Work: NO PROMOTIONS

I am calling The Prosecutor and his private investigator back into the scene. I get it, you are not FBI, you are undercover officers from New York City. It is time to get out of Muncie, IN, TONIGHT. Forget your things, just hop a semi by hitchhiking at the gas station along the freeway that I almost caught Jack Forrest at. Offer the driver $1000 cash to take you both and tell them you will NEVER check their freight, especially at weigh stations insuring it with BOTH of your badges. The Sheriff Department responded with two cars, including a police dog. They thought that the dog would keep me calm like my service dog, Lilly. They also had a good looking Ball State intern. HE sat in the back. I explained that the community is crazy and if these women want to kill themselves, just let them. Why put an officer in harms way? They took me back to The YWCA where I lived and paid rent for 3 months, actually. Now THOSE bitches were crazy. Talk about crack whores, doing meth, molesting babies in vicinity, and attending a Pentocostal Church with Michael D. Wilson. Can we ask for a higher deal of difficulty. I probably got 2 minutes of sleep a night. That was just PART of the arrogance of that location. We also had Tae Kwan Do masters practicing in the basement, AND a new crew of about 30 teenage lifeguards being trained in the conference room and in the pool, at the time. So does that give you enough to go on your merry little way guys? I hope so. Tony your "ammends" work with me is to go after The local YWCA where you worked for over a decade and were dismissed out of their Russian Jew jealousy. Soon you will have the reigns of The National Case and THEN you will be made THE lead FBI AGENT in charge on the case. Foreign National born FBI, now THAT is a new reincarnation of The Bureau. Look into FBI Kids, Vince Copa and Andy Karvonen from Como Park High School. Andy is an offshoot of Russian Royalty and Vince was his royal guard. They NEVER knew about my brother Pete, so they were always confused in my vicinity except when he was asleep. They were born in Russia and FBI KIDS programs was designed for them with their masterful abilities, but the agreement made it so NO foreign national would ever make it to agent. They could have gotten me out and they didn't, Tony. Just learn from them and NEVER repeat their mistakes. They are NOT Jewish. No Russian royal is.

Weekend Heart Beat

It was a wild weekend in the land of telepathy. I stayed in and dealt with of it all. Maybe the key was Marion, MA, Police Department. I need a stay away order for anyone who is still in contact with my ex-fiance of 4 years, Brett Evan Fricke. I was able to express theories with a laugh or two. Maybe it is the sign of Nazi, an anti WICCAN symbol of protection, that gave me away as diplomacy. Yesterday was really tough. Even watching TV was too much for the sensitivity of an entity who has finally described portaling to The FBI. Tony (Ni'eel-sp?), THEY blew your cover. You are a confidential informant for The FBI against your own community. How DARE you? Do you have a heart at all, because it does always come back to me. My record is clear, but yours is not. LINE DEPUTY, get in on this today. Just get his "jacket" from The Feds. I was up with streaming mean until it became clean. When there was mercy and speak of love, I drifted off to sleep. I really passed out at 7 a.m. I FINALLY slept without waking or interruption in community or dreams. I woke up at 4:45 p.m. I feel SOOO much better. I have not really slept like that for about a year. Marro came onto the scene this weekend. CIA streaming there and he did care. He called me back in The A.M. and I mistakingly hung up on him. I will let the lights cool before I push the sign to walk. Interagency support is what is needed, but these special specials from Marion, MA, are a huge part of it. Guys, can't we just have some comedy over how I have triumphed with positivity and creation in response to all the violence, deceit, and hate? It felt so GOOD to be asked actual questions about it all without interrogation or hostility. A sweet good bye WHEN WE WERE FINISHED was all I needed. Try calling The FBI in DC today, guys, and you will see that they cannot take it. They are SOOOOO guilty. My Starbucks coffee shop is hopping with internationals today. Three strong Arab males are here just monitoring the action reaction of telepathy and watching the WICCAN Witchcraft of Somali females. I guess that is the hot button that set David off. Liberia isn't too far away, David. Enjoy your fate. NEVER get involved with the hierarchy or YOU will be the beast who they beat.

US Embassy Papers

So David who works for my housing situation is definitely a United Nations Inspector. No cover is the best cover of all these days. Now that you know about Hamline University, you know why it is not possible these days. A program to educate ONLY MEN on a coed campus would not be allowed by The Supreme Court, especially if Allen Paige was on it. The man needed to retire. Can we say "DEMENTIA" since The 80's? The females were tested, but failed the tests. Maybe Bleuno, from Brazil, used my father's wizardry that day. Anyway, you are the son of the Ambassador of Liberia and you live, in community, in Brooklyn Park, MN. I was a General's daughter and he was behind the scenes commander and chief, thus I am embassy as well. By having me there to "referee" made it calm around the huge "diversity degrees" they were handing out like candy as well. Maybe you have to protect the respect for Liberian male in community and thus you have helped with some necessary quiet body disposal, especially if the case was hot in media. There was a group of lovely Chinese women who came in with peach roses on their lapels. They were obvious embassy. David, call my brother Peter, if you need a reality check. DO NOT call his work. Get his cell number from the US embassy chief elite in DC. He still has some evidence against Kingsley Ayisi (sp?) from Ghana. He was the agronomy graduate student who lived with us for a year in high school. He had NO NATION and no place to call home. His form of genocide is not allowed by ANYONE on the planet so we took him in. It was a top secret CIA project. My stepfather Gregory John Renstrom (Central High School and MacCalaster College) was a beheader from St. Andrews University beheading society and St. Mary's Seminary in St. Andrews, Scotland, and also CIA Agent head and my CIA administrative. I was CIA birthright, and my brother Peter was secret service. I was kind and blind, but the ultimate authority. Sometimes Greg had to "take out the trash." Kingsley WOULD NOT SHOWER. Even the Africans on the U of MN ag grad campus were complaining. It was a difficult and stressful gig. Kingsley adored it. It is his time to pay. He is now teaching down in a South Africa. His project was MY WORK and I need Nobel Prize respect about ALL of it. My mother has a State Department key. When he went off the radar she SCRIED PUBLICLY at AAUW (American Association of University Women) and found him TO COORDINATES for them. Call her, on her landline. The number is in my paperwork. You will have to get past her satanistic sentinel, my current stepfather Larry. His "magic" is VERY strong and it will make things all the more real in our vicinity. Good luck.

Studies Even at Hamline University

I feel like there is a new voice in the architecture that is making my voice be heard and thought about in a special way. I have kept myself on the down low today, but I did make it to The Fridley Starbucks. Maybe other people are finding their voices as well. Soon a chorus might ring together and even have the power to change the direction of the wind. A canvas now stands for a unique WATERCOLOR for the ages. I exist as a brush and a record keeper. You are all the wind, the song, and the painters. The colors come from the reality of true emotion being created in your hearts with the steadying of the mind. Being part of it all is not enough. It is time to wreck even The Mona Lisa if it is proven to be wizardry. No more products of ritualisms and ritualists will be tolerated. No more excuses for their abuses. Maybe even Muncie, IN, is seeing that they can't form a concensus or a thought between four of them. Maybe Hamline University even sees my records as interesting today. Maybe I am someone to be VALUED and not abused and thrown away. What would our world be if I had not gone to Edinborough and Glasgow BEFORE I started attending that university? I then was hooked to English Language Studies (ELS) that educated UN ambassadors', primarily SONS, in the study of formal English diction, theory, poetry, and prose. It only took 6 months around me. My encouragement was remote. By STAYING AWAY, I garnered more respect. I never really thought of the money involved. The rest of the campus could not look away. I was there when they needed, but it was mostly just a course in OBSERVATION of a foreign entity. Now they see the British in it all and are calm about my destiny. Allison Smythe (Head of Edinborrough Witchcraft Coven for life and Scottish Royalty) is always in the sky. Her disappearances when she was young was realm and veil study. She worked to maintain the confusion and lack of knowledge about different types of witchcraft. Her coven knew that I would study and describe it properly in my time. I had to obtain sanity for people in my vicinities and the Earth as a whole before true, especially Wiccan, studies could commence. Maybe there was never an expert for a reason. You are all vain about your proclivities and it kept you confident in your lives, thus I was able to walk away and do my own education, observation, and research.

Edinborough Witchcraft Coven Head: ALLISON

So I watched "This is Spinal Tap" the other night. So Peter, brother of mine, do you remember Allison Smythe? She was an exchange student in Shoreview, MN, for Steve Peterson's family, from Edinborough, Scotland. The Peterson's must have been from there too to be able to acknowledge her special needs. She would sometimes disappear for days. Steve was Anne's most serious boyfriend in High School. She almost lived with him instead of coming to Owatonna, MN, with us when Mom was appointed her first church as an associate at Owatonna United Methodist Church. Alden Kieske was her senior pastor. He did almost molest me publicly, in service, but he WAS FBI and a good chum of Ronald Reagan. Ronny almost got in on me when "Dad" and I went to L.A. when we came back to the mainland from Hawaii. We got out in time. 1973 was a very different time. So anyway, Allison and Anne were close. When I watched this movie, I saw that she played the part of the depth astrology loving girlfriend of the lead singer. It was so Edinborough Witchcraft that I laughed so much harder this time than when I saw it the first time. My roommate picked out the movie that night. It was just CHANCE. So she was about 13 when that film was made. She had been traveling in Europe by herself, with perfect makeup from the age of 7. She was MASTERFUL Interpol. You can see Lady Di tunneling through on this movie. Diana was actually from Edinborough and Spencer was a made up name in that witchcraft fashion. Di was actually SWEDISH ROYALTY. The real stories are so much greater, Peter. So much intrigue and deceit, but the entities were incomplete. Di must have been solid Interpol, as well, her whole life and boy could she find a landmine when she went to Africa, very naturally. So Allison, like Gregory Renstrom, top CIA both administrative and agent and chief, our stepfather, was part of managing music scene behind the scenes in Britain. It was when Allison found out that Greg fucked over the Beatles and turned them away with a contract that made them not own their actual creations, that Allison came after me. Her death was VIOLENT, almost MOGIDISHU, Officer Dunlop, black op cop, of Dublin, Ireland. Can you all find the connections and pass on a new imagery. I can with ease. Does it make you love me or HATE me vehenemently? Probably both or none of the above if you are truly evil and arrogant with the universal almighty beings.

Joey Come to Me

Last night I did some linking of the chains. In the end, there is a RESURRECTION. It is time to see the reality of beings and agencies. I think that even The Dalai Lama is confused today. I ate Chinese twice this week. I ordered for delivery and then went in The Great Dragon. Nice environment, nice people, and good food. I woke up yesterday thinking of a man I met years ago. He was an ex Notre Dame football player who became masonry through the carving and coloring the finest of marble on the planet. He was so FBI tree, but in over his head there at the very divisive 1029 Bar. I went to a private viewing of his work and he shared his process with me and then gave me a big hug. I didn't know what that meant. I felt awful about myself at the time. I now think that he wanted to have me be his inspiration and model for a piece of four. Joey Hiben, I linked you with Pete and that way you could see my reality for yourself. I will model for you but I see it as a beautiful vampiric structure with my three masters around me and having "GOD" of it all be my biological father General George Mayer in the sky. He was IMAGERY VAMPIRIC from WWII. Joey, I see this sculpture being there for special white male secret society and it will take a life of its own and move and obstruct views all by itself. General George will balance on my right and pointer finger. The changes will be thanks to the power of all of these entities, but especially IRISH authority. I also picked up that you did some protective detail for my brother, and by the transitive property me as well, at my nephew Thomas' confirmation at The Cathedral in Duluth. It is true, ALL of it. Let's not rehash it all. Move towards the sun and find me in reality. Take me out of your dreamscape and place me back where I belong. You will decide where that should be. You are now out of the "trade" and you can be rage if you choose to. Make a model of a WEREWOLF WARLOCK and you will see yourself becoming a very refined young man of The BRITISH landscape.

Please Help Me Michelle

Bailbondsman MICHELLE, HELP. Call the FBI today and tell them to stay away. I if people keep going at me and a non organized effort against my family will result in heinous environmental changes. I NEED you. They torture me every day. The FBI is SO evil, very openly.

Back Away, Line Deputy is Grand Master of KKK

May I just welcome the Ku Klux Klan today. I know, from living deeply inbedded in your community, that you keep jail population sound and businesses as well. Live wire schitzophrenics keep you being seen as you are. It is best because people need to be afraid of the underdog of WHITE MALES on society. We have been living in actually and sexual slavery for lifetimes. What the hell about the newscaster asking Peyton Manning about a LIAR BITCH going against him in college around the subject of rape. He and Eli had a brief stint in KKK authority but turned away. It was best. Uncle Ron, I love you and your warlockery. I feel that you are FBI, and your wife, my biological and namesake aunt is CIA. Peter will go at Al Franken and David Letterman for you today FOR FREE. Peter, you will ALWAYS be my brother even though we have different fathers. I guess I am just a bastard and the product of rape. Yesterday, I looked up from my journey home from Taco Bell and there was a Buddhist monk all by himself. I KNOW that it was you Dalai, but I keep it quiet. About 4 blocks later I came upon the turkey troop. I have only seen 8 turkeys at most for years. There were THIRTY turkeys there and one fanned as he looked at me. It was funny because I had seen a man with a TURKEY witchery earlier in the week. He stood right by me, in my aura, at Starbuck waiting for his drink. I fanned him with my hand silently as he stood looking away from me and he naturally moved away. There are things coming. I have been undercover in PSYCHIATRY, PSYCHOLOGY, and SOCIAL WORK for over 25 years for the CIA and I am finally surfacing. I told an intelligent artistic with Rubio campaign and also my brother. Enjoy your torture of me people. You have no idea how these people do not forget. I have insured white male bank accounts and authority. I very much believe in CONSECO SOCIETY and my AUNT KAREN AND UNCLE RON. Line Deputy, I love you. I just need you to be sane and to NEVER slam my head against a cement and steel wall again. I survived and created a doorway. Find it again and we will be free.

Washington County Bail Bondsmen

I went to Brit's the other night and I met Michelle and her husband. They were from Stillwater, MN, and they deal in Bail Bonds and he also makes a good living selling auto parts. They were incredibly gregarious and sweet. I did let them in on my weblog. I hope they enjoy. I am sure that Washington County Sheriff Department is looking into glitches and malfunctions. Disturbing coincidences in the population will also be helpful to study. They were generous with me and had many fun things to say. I think that Michelle hides a certain genius and he is high and mighty in societies in that department. We spoke of many things, but I do remember discussing Cliff, a former Crypt who went to Stillwater Penn. after he was paralyzed by gun fire, and Elana, his Russian stripper girlfriend. He lived with her for a while and their fights were rather fabulous. I did call the police ONCE. Elana was Russian intelligence and a knife expert who would take it out on Cliff to show that he was faking and could move his lower extremities and walk, actually. We lived right next to The Metropole. It was a Russian mob bar and restaurant in Golden Valley. I went there once or twice. Elana was not in view. She had worked at Shieks and Deja Vu SIMULTANEOUSLY. Just think of that client list. She was gorgeous and well refined. I liked her, but she guarded her privacy so we spoke only rarely. I think that the intersection with Michelle and her hubby was quite lucky. Maybe I will encounter them again. Maybe they will start to write about their experiences in The Industry.

Arabs in the Game

Yesterday I did not see any cops. There were none in The IDS, none at the street corners that are there every day, and there were none at Precinct 2 in Northeast Minneapolis. While I was at Starbucks there were two Arab men just outside watching. Then there were three Arabs who came into Starbucks who sat a table away. I sent a tweet to Saudi Nation through the power and virulence of COLLEED. So as soon as I packed up my computer to leave the two men in the Sky Way walked away after being there for about 25 minutes. The men sitting next to me then exited about 30 seconds later. I felt preserved and protected. I have never actually heard Arabic spoken in this Starbucks. I meet with my Arabic speaking friends in Caribou Coffee next to Brits. There are forces at work that I do not see. Thank you ALL for sticking to the plan yesterday. You all are very welcome to Starbucks anytime. Feel free to speak Arabic at the top of your lungs if you wish. It is like an air raid defense system. It will DIRECT your satanistic energy and keep things from exploding, socially or actually, or flying around off the shelf on their own.

The Mind of The Mason

Congratulations Senator Rubio on your sweep here in Minnesota. I stayed behind the scenes. I was just a little too sensitive last night. Droves of people showed up. I saw the traffic jams on TV. I invite you to stay, to study another day. Maybe a rehab project can glean a small apartment in The Masonic Temple Building on Hennepin Ave. for you. My grandfather (my actual father) was an architectural master. He even designed Tripler US Army Hospital for my birth. It is actually a SHIP. It floats in the worst of HURRICANE seas. We survived, but the island had to be born again. So many projects of a mind so young back in the day. His echo WAS his memory. A master of all deceit and now The General comes through many older men who are around me. He is THE JESTER that Masonic minds have HEARD since his birth.

My Day to Day

I went to Hazel's in Northeast with my mom and stepfather for dinner last night. They had a $5 Monday burger special. We all ordered it, and it was really yummy. I really needed some beef. I eat it so rarely. I wish everyone well at Super Tuesday tonight. I had this dream that I was organizing all of these things in my old bedroom at The St. Anthony Park (St. Paul basically) Parsonage. We had a three cop car salute on one of my neighbors last night. I didn't even hear it. It was best not. The system is then able to be observed from a more objective angle. My bathroom is stopped up again for the second time in a week and a half. So much evil and so much telekinesis developing makes an old system very easily broken in its midst. I think that the line deputy was in the vicinity and thus he held things down or those cops would have gone crazed. All I need is to be strung up from a tree for being a witch, when I am the only one who practices nothing. I am noticing that people are having to deal with the tickle in their throats publicly. That is J.C. and he can go deeper if he needs to. STOP doing Wiccan Witchcraft or the consequences could affect the whole economy and YOU will be blamed. I sang at Adelita's on Sunday. I was in pain, and it translated into the songs I was singing ("I Dreamed a Dream"/ Les Miserables and "Out Here On My Own"/ From the musical Fame). I shook the system as I sat at the bus stop and let the wave crest and carry me out to sea semipublicly. British royal tester at my apartment complex yesterday. I think she lied about my trip to Aberdeen, Scotland. Harry will take care of it ASAP. She is from a English town 120 miles outside of London. She is like 007 Q, but Interpol agents call her P. Latinos are now shaking the tree. Everyone will feel it eventually.