Show Me the Money

I am really fatigued today. I tossed and turned all night. I finally got up and watched the James Bond film "Specter." It was okay. Maybe the almighty side of my father in industry wrote a speech that the villian delivers in the end. It was very PUPPET MASTER. Yesterday I ran into Mustafa on the bus. He told me about a lecture that he had gone to at Westminster Church that day. It was a Princeton professor who spoke on the soul of racial issues. I forget his name, but I did remember that Dr. Colonel West is the head of African American studies at Princeton. He is also a world renowned PSYCHIATRIST. Colonel, call Dr. Fagatae at Wishard Psych today. He is actually neurology and has been undercover FBI far too long. Dr. West will now be YOUR psychiatrist, Fagatae. Have fun with that. Your hands are shaking. It is the heroine that you are taking. Colonel West is actually not black. He is Belgan. He is undercover Interpol, fakes that there is a MI6 and is the nation CIA admin on my ex stepfather, Gregory Renstrom. You have no idea how huge your psych file is just here in Hennepin County, Greg. Have fun with that. I accessed Mustafa's jacket, telepathically, in an unconscious waking dream state. He is Mustafa BinLaden and has always been way more powerful than his half brother Osama. He is high and holy Saudi Royalty and has the best actual memory on the planet. He is an active prophet and scholar in the Middle East. He is extremely rich, but lives like almost a vagrant in the Twin Cities. He sticks hardline to his cover, and says that he is from Morrocco. He speaks perfect Arabic, English, French, Spanish, and now a little Russian. He actually is housed at The Ivy and is top brass CIA since he was three. Arab royals tend to be. His degree is in History (definitely a Phd) from Harvard University, but he studies mostly world religions in the Twin Cities. I told him about my health concerns and he listened with compassion and concern. He will be someone who just appears to me in The Middle East, maybe on a camel from Prince Colleed's camel farm. He sees crystals in my compromised zones in my spine that relates to fortuitous SNOW in the Middle East. Thanks for being you, Mustafa. I missed you. I honor you by being in The IDS Starbucks today. He lives with his sister and her two children. I have met them briefly when SHE opened an account at Wells Fargo in the IDS in front of me. I suspect that Mustafa banks at the banking key not in vicinity, First Merchants which is founded in Muncie, IN, where I formerly banked when I lived in Indiana. It is an international territory very tied to WWII Nazi Germany.