And the ANGELS Ride

My journeys yesterday seemed long and arduous. It is all like a scream in the night. Maybe beings of light were right behind me and did speak compassionately. Maybe PROTECTION is coming in the form of a man who has the keys to true CSI discovery. I speak and JAMESON comes through those in my vicinity. An alert in the form of a special special speaking of the curse upon Nazi Nation. It was a report about the maze of tunnels underneath the Denver Airport that were filled with Swastikas and dead babies. It was the madness of my grandfather's architecture after WWII. It is a "Mason Myth" that is actual and the horror is a mockery of what I endured at his hands as well. I was the baby who would make him speak and then stay under wraps until his verbalizations were matching society that we were living in. After his role as World General in WWII, it was probably best NOT to make him Mason JESTER right away, but they did anyway and I had to quell the rage so that that society exists today. So many mystical keys were found by The Nazi's and NOT given to world society. They exist in a vault in Berne, Switzerland. Keeping these secrets from The Mason's was not easy. It made him crazy, especially around me because I did speak on Oahu's telepathic society. Nazi's also used a masterful wizardry that produced futuristic products like a stethescope for Hitler's heart murmur, that were basically modern up to 1986. Today, as I ride the bus, a single solitary Hell's Angel rode by with his actual Hell's Angel coat on. It was very brave of him. Hell's Angels jackets are mystical, a product of wizardry. Since I only see reality, I never see the jackets labeled properly. For me, TODAY, they produced this coat so I could see that they were protecting me, actually and mystically. I could very much see The Shriner's work in producing this coat and helping him ride so well on so much LSD. Thank you MONTE and "Angels" of Indiana.