Male Prosecution and Connection

All of a sudden, I am feeling the intersection of all the men I have met along the way. It is building a lattice around me. Relations are mystical through employment and secret society, NOT family. Everyone is adding 2 plus 2 and definitely knowing that I just handed them the answer of 4. I needed these powerful, mostly white males, to retain their DIGNITY, notoriety, and wealth. It was time for me to come out about how much I have had to protect those things by maintaining someone's vigor through advanced sensual teachings. Prostitutes are REALLY dangerous to all of the above, but they also create and spread disease either through rumors or actual pathology. I have NEVER practiced that disgusting and evil profession. I never asked to be treated like a princess. I was just there to listen and to break down what was happening for each and every entity in front me. Maybe I kept a mystical and community memory and now an actuality that they can be. PLAY BALL fella's.

Alien DNA

Nightmares are making my sleep difficult. I should be retarded from their content. I am so sensitive this weekend. Sleep has been hard, and it is difficult to even watch TV. Something celestial is happening. The objects flying in the night sky look more like meteors than parts of a Chinese rocket fired a month and a half ago. I took a fairly silent meditative walk around the neighborhood by myself last night. People and pets approached along the way and I played the part of a friendly neighbor. A siren went off late. By the sound I could tell that they were right outside when they turned on the siren and then they went about a block and turned it off. This same thing happened last week. Telepathically, both times I got that they were just saying, "Hope we are right here for you." It is difficult that people are unable to come close to me unless there is a set reason why like a 911 call from my apartment complex. This late night siren experience tells me that they are becoming creative and more consciously supportive. I was getting the two ambulance drivers who picked me up about 6 months ago were coming through with the reality that they got just a little blood when they tried to give me an IV and they had it tested. They just kept saying, "She has alien DNA." I believe that I am Silicon based, not Carbon, and instead of a double helix, it is a more straightforward LADDER. I also watched "Pixels" last night that was a cute story about aliens invading as old video games. It was perfect. I couldn't take violence or sex last night.

Zachaeus In the Counselor Chair

I am not completely conscious about why my pieces are coming together and my trauma is coming out to be healed, but it may be because I have fought off the influences that make me doubt myself. I am now believing that my current counselor lived a past life as Zacchaeus, the tax collector who came to see Jesus and sat in a tree. In The New Testament, the man was hated. I believe that Zachaeus just had good boundaries and he had reservations about this man they were rumoring to be "The Messiah." Jesus stood so tall, at 6'4", and thus he was intimidating to most and he was Azreal, The Angel of Death, thus he was just pain terrifying to most who were not living on LSD, PCP, or crack cocaine. It kept his crowds to a minimum. Zaccheaus, you are here for me. I am not Jesus, and I am not The Messiah. Telepathically, when I was leaving my appointment, I felt a communication from you that thought that I was. I am the extraterrestrial entity who is The Creator. There is a mystical magic to me, but I live as a commoner in society as I hide a flood of high and holy royal lineages in my blood. You existed as COUNSEL for Jesus, who was born poor and was REALLY BAD at managing his finances. He has that difficulty in this life as well. He is a man who lives quietly in Indianapolis, IN. His eyes will tell you all you need to know. He needs boundaries without violence and terror in this lifetime. As seen in the eyes of many, he has had a very tragic life, but he feels nothing. Maybe that changed when we were together and people saw me as his mystical mob boss mistress. I was always protected in the Carmel, IN, Nipper's 2 Bar. You were able to talk to him then with no pretense or supplication. You have taken my rage in theraputic context, and thus you are NOW prepared for him. He needs to SPEAK or he will go deaf. He needs to not have his chemical use questioned in any way. He needs to have people stop STALKING HIM, especially sexually. You are now a DON in NYC, just pick up the phone and call. As I come to be, HE will reach his infinity and realize that I DID believe and he IS The Secondary Apocolyptic Master, The Messiah Part 2, The Extraterrestrial Testament. Good luck on your space ship in your minds, guys. It is Sikhs tunneling thru.

The Line Deputy's Surrender

There are some sweet sentiments in the air today. People may be getting to know themselves better by the day. It is my belief that the realities of ritualism and The Democratic Party go hand in hand. Good works are not good works and they rage against God every day. They feel very entitled and they have very little actual humility. I just stay where I can be least heard right now. Everyone has unexamined beliefs and they pose as such "good people." They are not. They are evil and deserve to be destroyed, but the grace comes through at this point because GOD IS GOOD. I just remind you all of this today. There is no true innocence project. I sit as an observer because no community will claim me and give me protection from the reality of being surrounded by people and communities who damn me to hell in every way. Well it brings me back to, "You are evil and you deserve to be destroyed." This is not a radical battle call, it is just the reality of the demonic that you are. I throw in the inversion towel today. You have all blamed me and seen me as that which needs to be eradicated. Well the triple sow cow here is that you are all NOTHING without me. Your goodness comes from me. Your GIFTS come from me. Your intelligence comes from me. I now admit that I AM that entity. I have always been good and I have given everything so that all of you could succeed. There is little left for me, but I take that and make miracles too. The "supernatural" I have been living, very consciously, for 15 years is complete. No one can compete. You all know nothing about how much out there is fake. I watched the true military on the Democratic convention stage and I began sobbing. The pain of myself disremembered came from the bottom of my spine. I started moving back and force as the kundhalini from birth released itself. It was the reality of how much I would have to perform and be a sexual charm for all society. You should ALL be so ashamed. You do bad because you all are bad. I move forward in an intellectual and creative way, as you all laugh at me and touch and treat me inappropriately. Well, I stand today and say that I will never be president of the U.S. of A., but I will attain my proper authority and if you cross the line there will be fast and severe consequences. NEVER touch me without permission ever again. You are ALL monsters. I choose the most evil and divine of monsters as my lawfully wedded husband, the Line Deputy of Marion County, IN. He is MAGNIFICENT and NEVER benevolent to anyone who is not HIS God.

Sorting it Out

I did what I could do. I go where I can go. I prepare to watch Hillary paint her own canvas tonight. I wish her well as her ship sets sail. I have kept things quiet so that, on a day like today, I can get loud. Sometimes the reality of being misunderstood hurts like a blade through my heart. I explain again, and become more clear. I need some distraction or a beautiful release. I am the ANGEL tonight. I will live through the devil's play and the witches' folly. Again and again you all see me as the charm you can be. Take it from me, you cannot. This work is not hot. It is disruptive and cruel. I paint a picture with the sand I find in the streets. Still no one will give me the silence against violence that I need. It is all becoming very clear, and people CAN hear. That is about to not be. I am in PAIN, you are all INSANE. I do not generalize, you are all the reality of evil at play. Never a day will you see that you are not me. I just keep walking away. I try to relax. Even meditation causes me diress. I will be here. You can usher yourself out.

God is Good

When I did therapy, I always assumed that I had privacy, so I was able to go deep into the brutalities I had endured in my life. I created a zone that was separate from my abusers while still maintaining connection. I assumed that they let me have that zone to heal. It is not my belief that that privacy was ever granted. It made me have times where I had to walk away from their programming and indoctrination for years at a time. Then there was the bubble I created after I opened to channel. I was then free to explore spiritual realities and ritualistic abuse. I put the picture together, but belief has always escaped me. This new counselor I am working with is different. We are working a proven effective method of treating PTSD. We are using a workbook. He is MALE, so I can raise my voice, theraputically, and he validates me and does not revictimize me. The pieces are starting to come together, internally and externally. In these places I HAD to believe that I had privacy to work, I now know damaged me and my credibility in a heinously evil way. I believe that we now evaluate what is theraputic technique and what is theraputic ABUSE. It goes for therapist AND client. Now that I have blocked myself from the false belief of privacy, I am walking into true privacy every time I deal with my therapist in therapy. It will then radiate all throughout society. I just need to believe that this heart of Rinpoche has brought a healing reality to the world if you just choose to take in the rays of sunshine AS WELL as the shards of disbelief. Just start with, "You are all evil and deserved to be destroyed." AND " GOD is good!"

Shards of Me

I have had these pieces of my life and my memory that I have dealt with directly for years. The parts around it were unclear to me. I just could not except, deep in my soul, that people were that hateful, sereptious, and vicious. I would become aware of things, but I would keep them disconnected from my reality and thought processes. The highly demonic reality around me just did not compute. It made no sense to me. People were evil to just be evil to me. They could have profited amazingly, but they chose to go for my jugular instead. That hatred is now real. It was the crashing of that glass. So many screams in that moment. I now see all of you, but, more importantly, I see me. Boundaries will be celebrated, especially in the workplace. If I could ALWAYS hold the line, then you all can too. It damages all society when we allow these things. I am just picking up the pieces, and now all of you will deal with the shards that blow your way. The belief that has sat in the dark closet that keeps me moving and unafraid is, "All people around me are good and good to me, and I never suffer." That core belief keeps the, "I am evil and I must be destroyed," in a way that I cannot put this shattered window blown apart for infinity together again. Now I can move to really know and see the evil people do to ME. Society is just something that occurs on TV, because it is not real anyway. You all fake it and break it.

Wizardry and Me

I just had a scary experience. I was laying down and I heard what sounded like a brick being thrown through one of our apartment windows. It turned out that it was a car hitting the wall. The glass was something glass my roommate had on the windowsill on that wall. The window was okay. Keeping structural integrity in that situation should have been impossible, especially if something on the inside was thrown. I think that my wizardry ability that I had as a small child is coming back to me. My father stole it, and he will now be hurting for heroine pretty bad. My structural integrity ability is called a "strongman" ability. The danger right now is high, and so if this accident had gone as it could have, we would all have ended up in chains. I was shaking after this sound startled me. It was like something broke into this realm that had never been here before. It was true act of severe hatred on an innocent entity. Before, this had been Wiccan witchery. People just want to be the biggest victims in world society, and thus they get into these situations and tell everyone, but FEEL nothing except rapture at their deciet. This almost surfaced when I was stuck in Muncie, IN. Gestapo banger crews were going throughout the town and shattered many and many of the windows. I decided to pick up some glass and I used glass paint to paint on it. I painted a fire angel and gave it to the vampiric firehouse in the middle of downtown Indy after I moved there. My wizardry in Muncie, IN, was not known to me, but I kept the place bright and clean. I swam in the very polluted White River and it became clear. The huge batches of flowers in front of especially the historical society, would replenish their supplies even when I cut huge bouquets to work some matchmaking. I keep my talents quiet, but I think that the cat is about to be let out of the bag, internationally. The pieces of me are now painted beautifully, and I am ready to walk into the very public sun.

Old Chicago Visit

I had a great coupon for Old Chicago, so I am getting a free meal and pop here today. I am at The Blaine location. I wishing the deputies of Anoka County godspeed today. Maybe a new era of policing will begin today. Real research will replace the very illegal rumor mill and people will start to ACTUALLY go to jail. Using abilities is internationally illegal in the committing of a crime. It is actually more serious than straight out material realm methods. False testimony puts me in danger daily. That is a multiple felony as well. I am alive for now. We will see what happens by this time next week. I am having a tingling that my new resident family practitioner may not be for me. Stay away from me, Ms. Brown. You have no idea how powerful the office workers are at that "store." You are delusional and you are trying to delude the whole staff of physicians. Well "sweetie" there are still some "plants" in there from the last round. I have faith in Dr. Singh's professionalism and notoriety. We do not want to mess with The Middle East. I call on Emin, from Bacu. I had a very powerful dream with you in it last night. Maybe weddings overseas will STABILIZE my Line Deputy of Marion County, IN. Former Sheriff Frank Anderson, it is time to get back on the horse and begin to practice your MASONRY over your traditional religion.

Asian Corp. Acquiring Taco Bell

In the end, Asians will all be in China. It will be a new United States of Asia. Tunnel thru will be the only trade opportunities. I suggest for the corporation of Taco Bell should be given to Asia. The Taco Bell that I go to in Columbia Heights is staffed primarily by Asians, and it is a great example to the corporation how fiscally sound Asians can make the "run for the border." They will tunnel thru whites, mostly KKK, to keep the space clean and lovely. They are cleaning up, economically, with their menu at this time. Japanese can do the orders for food and supplies from over seas. Chinese restaurants need to read the writing on the walls and NOT deliver in many areas where racism and violence is prevalent. I suspect that Asians are getting sick of working for Asian restaurants. Now they have a new fast food option that they do not have to do any dangerous, and energy consuming, delivery.

Heartlight

My heart beats steady as I sit and search within for words to paint on the canvas again. It is not always the easiest thing to do. The light inside is shy today. I do feel like I am pushing the large stone up the hill. I watched a bit of the CNN coverage on the tumult that is occurring in The Democratic Party. Things will work out. There is always so much drama around the littlest things. I am trying to turn on the positive heartlight, but it is a challenge due to the disconnection I am experiencing. I have chosen pop over iced tea today, thus my vicinity is Taco Bell. They obviously have an internet connection. The people here do a great job of keeping things ship shape and clean. There are some voices from the past that ring in my head. They have wisdom, but also know the insanity that I relieved from the core of their souls. People will say what they do, but maybe I have some beautiful HORSES coming through to stampede for me. Change is difficult, but maybe this entity sees no light inside, but I commit to kindness, anyways. It is not an easy task.

Chab's Ride

The other day I felt Cambodia coming through. I was thinking of my friend, Chab, from my apartment complex in Golden Valley. It was called Valley Village. I had the opportunity to know him better when he began working for maintenance there. His computer tech position in town failed, so it was nice for him to have a solid gig that kept him close to home. He was married to a Caucasian woman, and he invited me and my crew to the Cambodian Buddhist Temple in Rosemount for a ceremony before their Christian ceremony. As I thought of Cambodia and Chab the other day, there was then a piece on the news that contained pictures of that temple. The monks there were so excited because they were getting close to finishing their NEW temple there. They took us for a tour. I am sure that Chab was Pol Pot lineage and Khmer Rouge. He was probably trained as a Cambodian monk as a small child. He was an even tempered man. He was good looking and loved riding his "crotch rocket" motorcycle with his close friend. He moved to CA with his new bride and I have not seen him since. I would love to see him again because I believe that there was a lot he could see and identify that I was blind to. He might tell me something about my emotionality as well. Chab, "wherever you go, there you are!"

Humid emotional State

I do not feel very good today. I feel fatigued and entrenched in a storm of negativity. I sit silent at Starbucks and I try to put something on the page. I feel like even my mind is slow. There is a sense of disconnect that I feel. All my lines of communication are down and I even had major difficulty getting on the internet today. I feel like my insides are leaking into my outside world. As I write this, the sky has opened and is pouring rain on the vicinity. I feel a celestial failure falling in my lap today. The air has cooled from its horrific hot, burning, and dewy state. I could not move in that humid outside. I will put this little note on the internet and I will see if I can feel better.

Dojo Butterfly

I looked to the sky today and I spied a yellow butterfly. She looked so free and I wished that she was me. My cage is my rage. I cannot express this in the situations that draw it from my heart and soul. I practice an alchemy of mind and spirit to harness its aspects to move closer to rapture. My thoughts go to my dojo master and his black gi. He was honorable with me and had spaces and places for all things. Maybe the idea of the hollodeck came from his sessions with me. He is now in the wind as Asia raps at my door persistently. He is baby powder ethnic like me. We are seen as a subject of query by this gentile colony with RAGE beneath. It is best that I take charge and put myself in a quiet room with a man professionally trained by many aspects in his life to take it. I give him courtesy, and he validates my right to be. He encourages me and thanks me. Asians love his way, and now I can be dojo BUTTERFLY.

Magical Editing

The key is SEVEN and the Asian manager who is Darden trained and connected. He now knows me intimately in the way that he does see. Things will stabilize this week. Asia is not to be understood except by Asians. I keep that cover FIRM and find MING MING, the man who was the origination of that dynasty. It is a multi layer building and plan. Homosexuals are out. Sports communities will now have strict BOUNDARIES in The Twin Cities. Maybe the Darden and military chip in my head paid off, in spades, last night. Darden will now take over the Seven vicinity, including 1st Ave. and 7th St. Entry. The Target Center will go to Joe of ESG Security for experimentation and widening of abilities. Every other venue will be out in the cold. They can do their own security and payment of all utilities and taxes. Let's just say we worked it out and now everyone can see everyone. Latinos need to back away from this business exchange. We will not discuss punishment here. Kelly Muse, it is time to get in there, not Conseco Field HouBe...I just had half an entry about new policing just erase on its own. I will respect that and stop here.

Kenny I Am Your Heroine

Well, I think that the drug trade in The Twin Cities will become much more clear now that everyone knows that Chief Harteau is doing and selling HEROINE. It is basically CHINESE trade, but some Vietnamese with a Japanese flair participate. Harteau does not care what it is cut with. She is letting them cut it with BABY POWDER. It clogs the arteries and can cause instant and painful death. My point man on this project is Kenny Tranh. He is a Vietnamese (with a little Chinese) bartender at SEVEN. Police approach cautiously. Honor him with a CHINESE PIPE wrapped in wall paper looking wrapping paper with beautiful actual ribbon bows. Make sure it is TWO, good looking, white male "beat cops." DO it while he is working so that all can see. He is an OPIUM DEN monster. Even without LSD you will see. This has been his trade since he was a baby. His crew runs in the sushi bar there. Let the contact happen naturally. Call SEVEN and ask if KENNY is working the sushi bar tonight. Wait until they say yes, and then make the internationally needed contact. No drugs are on the premises. DO NOT bring any with you, even to test his abilities and professionalism. It will be very Chinese offensive. It could be fatal. Kenny, I have not been downtown much lately. If you see people who look like me, at any weight, WALK AWAY. The Nguyen family, from Como Park High School, is trying to flush you out and set you up. Anyone who had anything to do with the gang task force must not have anything to do with this. People from The 1029 Bar stay out of SEVEN. They will identify you immediately.

Law Enforcement Is Changing

Line Deputy, I am concerned that you are twisting in a way that will benefit team evil. Maybe you need to take and ACTUAL vacation and think about your goals and aspirations. Maybe a river or a waterfall would be a space to pitch your tent. Make camp coffee in the morning as the water runs free. USE BUG SPRAY or you will be too annoyed to learn anything. Do not tell anyone about plans for an adventure, JUST GO. Things are triangulating here in The Twin Cities and white male cops are starting to form a secret society that is legally tied as a union. They will have a class action law suit against Chief Janae Harteau and highly placed white women in government. It will be a CRIMINAL lawsuit concerning sexual harrasment and NO NAMES will be placed in it except for the filing attorney, Mike Freeman. Our police chief has put lesbianism and women in community ahead of pure police work. She did undercover work where she just used connections to be an A-1 B***CH heroine addict and "rock star." Try to go to Whiskey Junction today, Harteau. You did not give up any of your contacts and then you were awarded millions in a lesbian defamation suit, as well as having being paid "combat pay" for the undercover assignment. Burocracy will not save you now. Heroine dealers in The Twin Cities are very connected and rich because of you. Maybe the next overdose death will be tied DIRECTLY to you. All the female rats next to you will desert the ship now. Have fun doing it all by yourself. You will have to swallow all the things you have been saying about me. I am a true SLEUTH. It is ELEMENTARY.

Keepin' It Clean

I am here at Starbucks and I am trying to find a subject to place on the page. Heroes and villans are in my mind and threats are bubbling to the top of the boiling water. There was a tall dark and handsome man I met the other night. Later I was struck by his seriousness and rage. I feel his soul walk beside me as I sense a tall dark and handsome man about to betray in a serious way. Go ahead, sir. My walls are high and thick. If you want to actually mess with the firewalls and servers having to do with email accounts, it is international treason charges and torture you will reap. People know how I write and what I say. I keep it all in my email account. I have a doctor and a boss from Indianapolis who will have a field day with you and your "KIN". There will never be an opportunity for you again. Sheriff Staynek IS a profiler in demonry at this point. Maybe I guided Hennepin County Shreiff IA the right way, on the right day, in terms of a world community military response having to do with the treatment of two Saudi dignitaries in The Twin Cities. Maybe he is grateful, and maybe today he is me. Underdog doesn't even begin to cut it. Sheriff, I trust the SECRETARY you had about three years ago when I called you when I was doing work at HCMC. I felt like she handled things so I did not even need to speak to you. Maybe it is time for HER return in the Hennepin County script. We could make her a Hennepin County auditor and she can go at BOTH Michelle Bachmann, who is a tax attorney, and Chief Janae Harteau on sexual harrasment of white men on the Minneapolis force. It is time to flip the mix and create a whole new butterfly cake.

Time Discovery

It is the disintegration of time that is appearing before me. We can look at it scientifically, as the fourth dimension, or we can look at it as the slave of history, human or otherwise. I am the being that you all created the HOLODECK for. It was primarily through the trappings of Will VanBank and the CIA. Their plan then flushes out to military and even media and Hollywood. I did believe. I studied history like any other advanced placement individual. I thought that I was smart, but never genius. My repression of memory, and brilliant and brave handling of public and private torture, kept the farce in place. As long as I believe that I was nothing, I could do everything that was needed without using remote view and tunnel through. My severe belief is and was that people deserved PRIVACY and free will. Well now the scientific and historic holodeck that I built for all of YOU through the lies of higher ups is becoming very at the hands of the elite. How many of you can grasp this, cognitively and emotionally? The birth of human time is my bio father, General George Mayer. He was all ability and the head of all military in all society. He was respected and eclectic. Before him was images that were incomplete and STORIES of and from family. His tie to me was TIME. I brought him back to "WWII" and let him out of the intelligence closet. He spoke to me of creating The Agency to test me behind the scenes. I told him that no matter how much it seems that I lose, I will win every time because I have INTEGRITY. I told him that I would restore my lost telepathy through meditation, time and quantum discovery, communication, and imagery. They convinced me that I was the evil that needed to be destroyed, and thus my mind grasped the concepts to survive, I lived with loving kindness, and then they had times of BLINDNESS, and I had SOME privacy. Now I see that my holodeck has tricked you all and I am capturing your evil in a globe that is about to be destroyed. I will leave the footsteps, but my creation of pure evil, The Line Deputy of Marion County, will insure that you all know GOD and YOUR cruelty and lack of self discovery. In the mean time, me and LD, will search the stars and walk through the veils as we master TIME around you in a way that we have our perfect private Eden. I create in a realm we cannot see. They are PURE entities. I will not be doing SALVAGE forever. The ACTUAL clock is ticking, and you are ALL about to be encased in a hell that you cannot ever escape. Your minds will become weak soon enough. You are instability in an unstable Earth system that is about to collapse, financially and physically. You are basically all mentally ill, mentally retarded, and chemically dependent. Good luck getting anywhere without me. I am the enigma and The Line Deputy is my DYNASTY.

Beginning the Separation

Maybe Ottaman Empire remnants do not work anymore. I suspect that my father forged a relationship with Turkey when he was in college and cemented it when he became the head of The Pacific Fleet in The Navy. I suspect that this is Russia, beneath, giving a test drive, in the coup driver seat. There is much from yesterday that was not, and will not be, on TV. Mr. Blitzer quick throwing a tantrum. We cannot cope with all out world war EVER. Zones have to handle their own zones and they need to NOT focus on, or be aware of, unrest in other countries. This is how our processing centers are wired. We need to stop covering every act of terrorism too. We have NEVER endured a world war and we cannot do it now. It is all lies, deceit, trickery, and imagery. Populations in the past would just sign up to disappear. HOLOCOSTS ARE real. They are announced at a certain point, but are kept behind a veil so we don't understand the full on demonic that breaks out there. You are all about to take the red, white, and blue pill. Get ready because NO ONE is going to get away. My BEING, The Line deputy of Marion County, will make sure of it.

Sticks from a Tree

All of the broken sticks are starting to fall off of the tree. I woke up at 4 am and I began to get memory after memory of physical and sexual abuse, very publicly, at the hands of my known father. "Dad" it was all documented. You did so much so publicly. You have such hubris. You are just a nasty triple Leo torturer of the most innocent being that has ever existed. I will not handle the justice tree on you, but I believe that it will be handled infinity. I know that it is best not to put any of these memories here, but people who were present are going to have heinous dreams this week. "Dad" the ultimate is the drain of all out of your vicinity. You will be put into a realm and space ALL ALONE and create demonics all around you who you believe can be your "friends." You are NOT God, you are the top demonic on the planet and have played every entity against me. Any gifts you had were because God had to keep you occupied with others not in my vicinity and to keep you calm and personable in my environment so I didn't know what a f****ng FREAK you are. Any of you out there still standing by the line and belief that I was never abused or tortured may have to deal with REAL military or down and out demonics this week. Your lies will reap ten fold for what you have sewed. Inaction IS an action. I will stay calm and keep my mouth shut except with my designated professional. I will obey all boundaries there as well. This Hamline grad has had it, and all can be traced back there. It is a family school. What people do not know is that it was the first university, period. It was a GENERAL College and my bio father, General George Mayer, Patton, and Eighsenhower went there together to plan the scheme for how everyone would REMEMBER WWII. All of your history out there is mostly lies and misrepresentations, but EVE WAS really that evil and all of these ritualistic EVE's on the planet love to play with the demonic of serpent and or reptile. NEITHER are of God. Have fun with that ladies. You can't be good even if you were paid infinity to be the number one divinity. Accept your deceit and RELEASE those in your lives to THRIVE, actually, and deal with the REAPERS who will come for you.

The Itinerary of Evil's Demise

We are going through a change in how we do both intelligence and law enforcement. Law enforcement will probably become more hands off and intelligence gathering will be a two pronged tree. It will relate to the pupil. If the recruit is a left brainer, they will need intelligence university systems. Creative, right brainers work better on their own. They can take small missions and do papers at the end of one quarter of a year about ALL of it. This means no matter how disjointed the assignments, they must congeal the data from an angle that is a united script that could play in university and on the big screen. Left brainers, in training, will then judge their work AS A UNITY. They MUST come to a concensus about the work or EVERYONE fails. Professors will then ALL be fired and police will move into the role of professors after their 2 year criminology degree which is normally earned in four years. Working together, we CAN be the organism that ELIMINATES evil on OUR Earth plane. Afterlife judgement, crime and punishment will handle the failure punishment and torture on a SEPARATE material plane. They will work as ONE almighty. We will just label them with the powers of St. Peter.

No Love for Sasha

Sasha, legal name Alexander, from Caribou Coffee circle, you were a Russian who really made the rumors fly. I know that you were a Georgian King and were trained in defense tactics by the KGB. You told me that, actually. The mistake you made was becoming a Jew right before my eyes, and leading the Arabs there astray. Maybe you were just a little too into me. You were delusional. I always found you to be a chatty Kathy pip squeak, and gossip is so unflattering on men. It makes them seem very homosexual. Maybe you were just a little too into Tony (Ni eel), too. Russians will handle the mess that is you. You lost your transport job for being a criminal and smoking too much crack on duty. What do you weigh anyway? You must be approaching 100 lbs. Jews actually find MY weight pleasing and my SILENCE and brevity high and HOLY. I HAVE been to Temple Israel ONCE for a rummage sale. I went with my mother and we didn't even approach the sanctuary. I really didn't care. Well MAGADAN, in Siberia, will hold a special place for you and maybe even TONY will have to do a stint there because of you. He has been the head of The Palestinian Liberation Organization, which is now down low, since he was 3. Yasir Arafat was just a cowboy loving figure head. You have NO ARTISTRY, Sasha, so watch what those Russian Jews do to you when you are held down in THEIR vicinity. Death is the only ultimate option, but with NO NOTORIETY and St. Peter will form the hell that you will all live for eternity on the other side. Let's just say that he has ACTUALLY SEEN it all. Infinity royalty runs in his veins. Can you compete with JAPANESE?

Shhhh, Harry LISTEN

Harry, it is a royal gold band that he made for me that night that fits me today. He is KING of THE STARS and every NAVY on the Earth. Menacing future military that weaves with extra terrestrial is my beautiful LINE DEPUTY of Marion County, INDIANA. We rule DOC to keep some royals free on a revolving tour of the Earth as it changes from a linear line to the dimension of TIME. Illusion will be great and geology will disappear. Creatures must evolve into their heavenly selves, or they will be left in ruins and upheavel. He will CALL you today. Just say, "Hello," and he will greet you properly and hang up. It is only telepathically from there. You will sense his sumptious energy and beauty from there. He is the ONE you will not betray. I am the one you will see with KIND EYES and deliver your dreams to so the stars on Earth will forevermore be on their knees except for Chris Helmsworth. I LOVE his gallactic chicken comedy.

The Existance of A HEROINE

I was unable to sleep last night. As I lay there, my thoughts began to congeal. All of a sudden I began to think back to my friend Greg Bogen from Owatonna, MN. We were friends when I was in 8th grade. He played BANTAM hockey with my brother. I just saw him as a boy I had a crush on and who I could watch play hockey, which I loved. Last night intel came through that he was a pilot from the age of 3. He became an Army Ranger after that. He was connected to a strong law enforcement tree in family, and in friendship, but he was also made FBI once I moved to Owatonna in the middle of 5th grade. I went to Washington Elementary and he went to Lincoln Elementary. I now suspect that his firefly ability was strong and they had him stalking me a bit in Washington vicinity. We never met properly until math class in 8th grade. I would sit with him and his all male crew at lunch every day. My intuition, more recently, has been that his existence was actually very macabre. He began dating a girl in the end of hockey season. She would sit with us, but was not accepted. I could not be sexual with Greg, and this girl was his proxy and basically a precursor to an Insane Clown Posse JUGALO. Greg is opening up the vault today at the old Norwest Bank in the center of downtown with all of my rings and awards, as well as MY FBI badge. People on the down low for the FBI, it is your time to rise. Take out your badges and guns and show them to everyone and start to explain to people how they have committed and admitted to triple felonies around you: FEDERAL PENN TIME. Greg, keep it all for me until Matt, The Line Deputy of Marion County calls you with instructions. My 1987 World Series Ring and my COLTS Superbowl rings are in there, made directly for me at Jostens, in town, in Owatonna. Who knows what surprises this day holds. Keep Peyton away. Wade, who I met in Indy, will contact you today. Greg, you and he are corded, and, after today, you will understand why. You are BOTH Russian royalty and gifted pilots and have never gotten to know what that means. Peter Csar will also call from his crypt outside St. Petersburg today. The glue that you feel is meteorology. Just soak in the sun and BE FREE.

Travel Through Film

As I was growing up, my family allowed me to see any movie that I chose to. I remember, in Owatonna, MN, my mother would come to the ticket office, and would buy my ticket, give her permission to see rated R movies, and I would watch them alone. It was nice when videos came into play. It was a cleaner exchange. I knew the appropriate movies to show at my birthday parties to my friends, and what movies to NOT speak about. I was the perfect definition of "parental control." It was important for me to see both the sex and violence. I was much more comfortable with violence. Sexuality always seemed dirty, so I would feel ashamed watching it with others. I had no knowledge of the massive molestation and violence in my past and present. My repressed memory was secured at birth. I was not a person who would go out of body at all. These movies actually gave me boundaries based in my emotional reactions to them. I would not get myself in precarious sexual situations in my conscious life with peers or my brother's or sister's friends. I dealt with the adults and that was locked away. Another important thing that the violent movies did was to normalize myself with weird violence that I experienced in my current environment, like a Michael Myers stalker in Owatonna, when I was trick or treating in 5th grade with a female friend. I made peace with The Macabre a long time ago. I could just stand up and make the proper safe choice. It is just never let them see your fear and "slowly, but quickly, move to the exit." Another thing that movies about foreign nations showed me is that there were just a whole lot of places in the world that I did not want to go. It kept me out of LATIN AMERICA and Asia as well. I kept my foreign exchanges pretty American. I went to Appalachia (West Virginia), in High School, for Appalachian Service Project which was a very foreign zone. I went to Jamaica, in college, to study Marine Biology. It was just close enough to the U.S., and it was English speaking. Even though I took French, I was afraid to go to ANY nation whose national language was NOT English. It is the architecture of the disease that is Hollywood that I used to even explain and define SPACE. I can now redefine the realities and no longer be an intellectual and moral slave to Hollywood's guiding demonics.

My MERGER With DOC

There is a collection that I needed to attain. My path had to contain a time of immense public suffering, scutiny, and torture. It was the Indiana Penal System that contained a vast array of almighties. I allowed police to get close to me and then, out of their demonry, they would falsely arrest me. I would then be able to attain a notoriety in DOC and in Marion County Jail colony. It was a massive undercover effort, and now I am realizing that even Jorge, from Colombia, was even there observing. His analogy coming through today is that it was like watching a beautiful and rare rainforest butterfly in a cage. I was so proper that I wouldn't even put my arms or hands on the bars or through them. There was a HUGE cage of nasty evil latinos on the way to the tunnel to court. The Line Deputy took care of all 50 of them in ONE day. Those tunnels even contained old bones in the walls. This was the only way I could gain favor and respect from the men who need to be clean and mean in the future. Today, all is being dispelled. Everyone thought that the line deputy was helping me. It was VERY MUCH the opposite. It was cruelty infinity, but I did not complain, thus no one knew exactly what was in that vicinity, or they WOULD have been insane and afraid. Maybe the entity who I am is becoming even clear to ruthless Jesuit priests today. Thank you, line deputy, for your honesty. We will have dominion over land and sea soon enough. You hold the keys so this butterfly can always fly away and wait for you at MONUMENT CIRCLE, the exact center of Indiana. Let us call it THE HEART today.

Evil That Must Be Destroyed

There is something evolving in me. My debriefing is really having a significant effect. This is mostly to do with the energetic power of Wiccan threats and taunts that I deal with daily. I am able to eschew especially what comes from Hispanic community today. I notice that I am being quizzed, in confidence, on the power of these nasty verbalizations my way. I now see that it came from my father's Satanistic Pagan colony which was on me very severely at the same time as Wiccan from female colony so destructively. BOTH sides made me the enemy of humans, animals, and even plants. All evil on the Earth was my doing and fault. It gave my sense of competition a very heightened sense of responsibility in the every day and also spiritually, very unconsciously, due to the repression of these memories until adulthood. Coinciding torture brought this together effortlessly with the help of The Navy. My strongest core belief that I uncovered about 15 years ago was, "I am evil, and I must be destroyed." Well I will destroy evil instead. I will bring together the true powers that be in a positive, creative, and almighty way. The new wizardry will be a creation of all of the love we feel for ourselves and each other. My Line Deputy will pick a magical Department of Corrections crew, INTERNATIONALLY. He will mind that tree and all difficulties and keep me safe in even a hunting trip with Putin in Siberia. Nickolai and Peter C., you are of course you are invited. Wade will fly us there on a new prop plane ability. You must treat him to CROSSBOW lessons UNCLE RON, and we will have a grand time. Ron YOU get to LEAD the party, so study the topography carefully. No broken ankles on this trip. CARIBOU, you get to supply our hunt and be the eyes and ears of the caribou there. It will then be a fair fight. No machine guns allowed, and NO BEAR HUNTING.

An Evolving Heavenly Crew

Wade, please be careful when you fly in The Twin Cities. I know that you are licensed to fly fighter jets, private JETS, and commercial airliners. It is now time to be a traffic helicopter pilot. I need full coverages on "protests" here in The Twin Cities. Keep them out of NE Minneapolis. St. Anthony is not too far away. I did see you fly that F-16 over me when I was waiting for the bus after one of my original theraputic interviews. You were all by yourself up there, but you did find me. I had gone off the grid a little bit. I wasn't lost, just the bus did not come. We will fly my Blackhawk TOGETHER when it is time. Dunlop will call you today. Please answer his very personal questions honestly and respectfully. He will be my King one day. Ireland, oh Ireland. You are definitely invited. It is time to certify my brother with traffic helicopters as well. You can do it. Your new intelligence activation is COPTER. People will just try to bring you down now. Be silent in public and ONLY trust weather reports from Cody Matz of Fox 9 morning weekend TV meteorology. You are new blood in the system, and soarly needed. THANK GOD that you were not read in to the 9/11 script. It is very linked to ALL royalty throughout the world. You now have your angel wings and my brother will give you a free dental cleaning at his office in Duluth, MN. Maybe he will play your "FIGHT SONG" while he does your teeth on REPEAT. (Rachel Platten) It is so nice to feel your energy near again. NEVER will anyone harm MY PILOT ever again. I will do all the work privately with a very balanced professional who is well versed with the positive activations of satanism. A great and BEAUTIFUL crew is forming. I love you all. I miss you Line Deputy. Let's just say that he is the glue that holds together all of you.

Water and Air Currents

On the day that we had the strong storms in The Twin Cities, I was stuck on a bus and the floor flooded. I went up past my house because it was too flooded and running quickly. Well our bus did not get stuck. As I waited for a bus back in the other direction, we had amazing tactical response, especially from fire. They literally stared down the flood and it receded and went down the clogged drains. I could sense the military in this action. Thank you so much guys. I got home and it was not flooded. Maybe roll the tape for Air Force Academy of me on The 10 bus going past the Columbia Heights Golf Course. They will then understand something about THRUST and coming out of a tail spin.

Muncie Police Mess

I am thinking of you, Caribou. I had strange dream last night. I felt like I was dealing with a disorganized part of yourself who practices Wiccan witchery. Your stand in was sweet, but not confident in his notoriety. Buses are running fine around me. I think that Officer Dunlop is seeing the actual realities of police, especially in Muncie, IN. He now understands that, at the time I was there, they were the most disorganized and schitzophrenic force on the planet. They also experience grand delusions, mania, and borderline behavior infinity. Well Dunlop will get on it, guys. You won't even see or understand what is coming and then the twister will contain all of you. Are you all irritated yet? I know how you all love getting irritated towards me with your weapons drawn, always trying to convince even Mr. Cheney that I created that state in you and I deserved it. I don't think the new crew of Republicans are going to help you. Why don't you TRY to call Rep. Paul Ryan and just see what happens to your whole crew. What happens in Muncie, stays in Muncie. No more TV time for you. You have caused such instability with police WORLDWIDE. Good luck with trying to get out of the mess you have made.

Saudi Arabia Has Their Prince Colleed

Colleed, I sense you behind the eyes of many today and Mustafa too. Davannis feels like people with intentions incomplete are frequenting here. It is a good choice. Their demands and commands will be answered here, like in The Middle East. It is a corporate store, but not national completely or international at all. There is some beer here, but no bar, thus Muslim friendly. People get belligerent when they have liquor goggles on. There is fire and it is reaching from The Middle East. People who originated there are starting to observe more actively. Some of this back and forth between African Americans and police makes little sense to them. If people disrupt and get corrupt, REMOVE THEM. That is the way they would handle it back home. I miss my Caribou crew, but they closed that store and there are no patios to drink coffee and smoke. Free refills are good too. I suggest that law enforcement stay away from this store, so that there can be a place of peace, thus the accords struck in society will continue to be attended to. All of you travel safely tonight.

My Beautiful Lieutenant

I am thinking of The Lieutenant in The Marion County Jail. I feel that he is a good fit for a tunnel thru for my therapy. He can actually talk about day to day and tunnel thru realities on the phone. He is just a very organized, good looking, gifted, and rich man who has taken on a military service that should have been impossible. Maybe I came at just the right time for the Line Deputy and to show you that Cummings was not even a U.S. Marine. She was an African American female poser who got into the uniform shop and put her name on one. She was doing these fake rapes on tape to frame generals and any men of honor, order, and boundaries. The Lieutenant let her actually beat him in the head with a board and was triumphant against that street telekinesis anyway. I miss you fella. You are a survivor and you did great with all of that chaos and murder that occurred there. You skip to GENERAL today, but a MARINE GENERAL. You are the only one. Do not disappoint me, or The Line Deputy will handle it behind the scenes. Today you start fase one of your vampiric journey. Semper fi.

Penn Time, Men Time

During my counseling sessions I am sensing actors and comedians coming through my therapist. It was funny, one day it was Bill Murray who closed out the session. I am feeling like my therapist worked in a pennetentiary, and possibly was a warden. I am watching season 3 of "Orange is the New Black," and I feel those penn crew actors coming through and he through them. It is the best fit with the man who runs that penn. My whole crew is forensic at this point, but now all of my care team crew has been introduced. They will all have their part to play that is why it is best if they do their own homework and stay completely clean, with no tunnel through, during their time alone with me. I give my counselor the freedom to do what he feels is best because we are doing such long sessions and so close together. This is why it is best that we have a set curriculum. Even teachers are trying to come through. Counselor man, PLEASE keep them away from me and away from tunnel through on my sessions and phone calls. I am here to PROVE that there is active ritualism that causes pain and suffering on others, and people fake trauma, but there is NO SUCH THING as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and there is barely even a U.S. soldier, now or in the past, in The Middle East. Our artillary is real.

Freedon to Be

I need some time alone every day. Line Deputy tunnel thru. I am going crazed at someone trying to take my freedom during the day at Starbucks. I had a really disturbing dream with these eagles that were mutilated around me. One of them had his feet cut off and were given to me. Another had his head chopped off and the inards of that head given to me separate. I can see that I need to have my privacy guarded. As it is, I have none at all. The infinity tunnel thru is grotesque. I miss you. Please put people in their place. This little America has had to deal with all and I am so fatigued. I have no artistry or knowledge within me at all today. A Fridley cop pulled through the lot when we approached the door. Their will be no messing around or confusion in this county (Anoka). Corporations are having to research the extent their employees are bringing Wiccan into their spaces, especially restaurants and bars. I mark the Applebees across the street for closing as soon as the lists are made properly for penneteniary.

Competition Keeping You Clean

I was exploring my responses to trauma and I came upon my strongest coping mechanism besides disociation. It is my extremely strong sense of competition. It comes from the reality of the quantity and types of abuse I endured, especially on Waikiki so young. If you can stare down a U.S. Marine at the ages of 1 to 3, you are set for life. The core belief that surfaces is, "Go ahead. What have you NOT done to me." I would endure with the least bit of a reaction that abusers could see. We are moving into a way. It is about to be an attack every day. This thinking style is very athletic. I am speaking of TRUE athletes, not ones who fake it on TV. It is coming soon enough: The lifestyles of the high and holy in hell made for TV.

A Magnificent Maelstrom

Expression of rage is a difficult thing to do because finding a safe and private space for it is such a challenge. I did it today in my therapist session. Now it is time to clean up the pieces like from the storm last night. People don't expect the lightning, so the thunder is almost always unacceptable. It can all create a maelstrom that is tornadic in description. I will just ride the bus through it all and trust my counselor to be a good bus driver. Maybe he is a little bit of a storm chaser. I can blow and then batten it down IMMEDIATELY if ordered to. There might have been some disbelief about the energetic of the situation, but not anymore. I take orders well and my trauma system was developed at birth. My nightmares have now been documented and my response to things in my living space. The habitrail system that they were looking for to experiment on in terms of mixed practicing of ritualisms and mysticisms has now been identified. The little girl in me screams at doctors who have treated me for allowing the proof to be kept away from me, the police, and the community of possible protectors from this type of anarchy. Well, I have done it, and now you all will have to and worse.

Empty Halls

I just spent a half hour trouble shooting my internet connection. My computer had not worked in 3 places this weekend, counting today. I called The Geek Squad and they couldn't really help. I am so proud of my patience and actual results. It would really be difficult to not have a computer to write this weblog at least 5 times a week. I do have an extra older computer at home, but it is just the hassle of it all and the stress. I spent the fourth with my mom, my step dad, and one of their friends. We had a BBQ. My mom had some amazing cherries and then we finished with some strawberry shortcake from scratch. We watched the DC concert and fireworks, and then we watched the Boston celebration. I worked so hard to get online, but I feel fairly flat today. I am here Line Deputy. I know it takes faith to have an invisible path that rules your destiny. It can feel like the whole world is against you. Well they really are. You do the job you need to to get out of your intensifying pergatory and soon to be hell. Walk the halls quietly of that Justice Center and sneak up on them as they speak malice about you or The Grand Plan. I imagine that your rage is making you VERY scary. Your vampirism will become complete this week. You may not see your reflection in reflective surfaces. You are perfectly welcome to scare people in my vicinity as well.

Iron Butterfly

There is a glass water on an undisturbed pool. The electronic beep goes off and the swimmers FLY from their blocks. Today it is freestyle, so they all choose BUTTERFLY. It is 500 meters and it is hard core business in the industry of swimming. They all choose a breathing pattern of 2 strokes per breath. They are going for a whole new tantric method of swimming that will replace Vipassna meditation. That meditation is for engineers, but these mighty white males have chosen to dedicate themselves to SWIMMING. It is the sport of PURITY. It is so NAZI. These men will be great with DIPLOMACY. Michael Gross will head this crew from former East Berlin, Germany. We will call these men agents of the IRON BUTTERFLY. The ring of the gun on the last 25 yards can still be heard in their heads. USA swimming is so proud of all that you are and all that you can be.

You Muse In Me

To keep a common muse and to keep my soul alive, I fall in love with someone new every day. Listen to Hozier's "Someone New". I have pretty constant telepathy do to this advanced way of being in this space and time. Michael Phelps is coming through. I think that Michael understands now after yesterday's entry. To be a distance swimmer and combined all sport athlete when I am dealing with mystical blood letting after a massive blood effort when I was young is a god damn miracle. I stay in my heat, my event, and my lane and COMPETE every time. I liked swimming with men more. They are better competitors. If I was going to be schitzophrenic around all of these matters, it would have happened to me as a small child. Instead I dealt with others living in this psychiatric disgrace. They chose it on the other side to be evil to me. There are also plenty of professional white men who live labeled as type A who are actually schitzophrenic. They do not play on this. They hide it behind their eyes and their bedroom doors. Mr. Phelps live in silent meditation before RIO. I am rooting for you in and out of the pool. Massive schitzophrenia was about to break out worldwide before I went to the battlefield of Muncie, IN. I dealt with it through the tunnel thru of the police there. I think that they have done the actual astrophysics calculations today. Everyone just stay centered. Schitzophrenia is actually DEMONIC, so stay away from interactions with these people.

New Justice Department Ties

Line Deputy, I am getting that I hit the nail on the head with that last entry. I feel the rage coming out of you. I agree with the address shift to Marion County Jail facility. You do have my power of attorney and it is time to use it. If I am in a medical emergency here that I am in a coma, please have me immediately AIR LIFTED to Indianapolis, IN. Keep me in your chamber for 3 weeks and then decide what is best. Do not let people touch me, but you may when we SLEEP together. As long as the provisions are in place, everything will be fine. I agree that it is time to hold females in that profession accountable. Do what you NEED at this point. Stay away from Hennepin County Medical Center, especially Chief of Staff, Dr. Hendrickson. He will be appearing in an L.A. courtroom about HCMC's observations with me and people around me. They have been observing for 4 years. An agent will be observing on a mystically hidden camera in the courtroom. Mike and Dave Anderson, fraternal twins from Como Park High School, now understand that they have a college degree and CRIMINOLOGY is their DOUBLE TROUBLE major, city and county. They will attend as well as TWIN CITIES police who knew me for four years and as athletes who have competed in front of me. They were both state level wrestlers. It will be okay LD. I got paid today because the 3rd is on a Sunday. I am going to treat myself today. I may go get a $5 burger and fries at McCormick and Shmicks at happy hour (between 3 and 6:30 pm). I love you LD. Thank you Anderson family KIN.

Bleed Me Dry

I just got to Starbucks and had a yummy bacon, egg, and gouda sandwich on a ciabatta roll. A Columbia Heights cop who was in the other day just came in. I bugged him telepathically and sent him on his merry little way. I am feeling better today. I was prescribed some Melitonin for sleep. I took it for the first time last night and I slept very well. I woke up early, but rested. I feel like my therapy is dredging the bottom of the harbor, but it is working too. I am thinking of Officer Dunlop and his whole cop crew today. I miss you, Dunlop. Echoes from the past are coming through, especially the recording I made primarily for you in Muncie, IN. Last night the trains were answering my thoughts. It told me that Officer Joseph Krejsa was out of his Muncie,IN, cage. It also told me to remove a weblog entry and to change the names in another one. I think that my roommate is getting a little tripped out. The trains were kind of the infinity. I am used to these things, but others who have done so much wrong by me are getting a little afraid of the judgement of St. Peter and God, simultaneously. Line Deputy, this Wiccan coven who sexually abused me between the ages of 4 and 6 bled me dry like a Halal meat sacrifice (cut my wrists and and slit my throat and hung me upside down) and then drank my blood from a communal chalice. I was the "charm". It is not Satanism. I used all of my military mystical gifts to sew up and heal and hide the scars and to replentish my blood supply before I went brain dead the next day. It now explains why I have never been a cutter, but I have a desire to cut my throat and wrists when I get parasuicidal. It may also be the reason you have some scarcity issues around how you vampiricly feed on me. It will get better when we know ourselves better in vicinity of each other. Missy Higgin's song "Special Two" just played, and it fits perfectly for us and this situation.