Who Am I Anyway?

As I walk along, I sometimes pick things up and store them away. I am thinking about years ago after I opened to channel, a cult began to form, very naturally, around me. It was quite daunting and scary for me. There was a man who came in briefly who was a caucasian Zen monk who had been raised in a monestary. He was gifted, but agitated fairly easily. Where ever you are, Clint, I think of you today. May the violence in your heart just be a start to the paintings in your head. You are MARVEL colony. Trevor Scot Christiansen, I now know that you AND Cliff were FBI trying to have an early in. It truly was brave pretending to date that nasty "Demon Gabriel", Celia Juanita Forrest. You and your crew are DC! Trevor had the bravery to LOOK when my facial shape shifting occurred. He saw my third eye emerge (folds of skin forming an eye like ellipse in the center) and saw my face shift from person to person from my father's side of the family, and then to Jeff Forrest in Muncie. It was quite unmistakable. My intuition says that Trevor has found a sketch artist from NYC to sketch what that looked like. Tony Thornberg, Army Ranger Sharpshooter and Heron Art School Graduate, would cover me at The Indiana Rep. Theater when I worked a catering gig. I would see his laser on staff and guests sometimes. He was behind me in the basement bathroom when my third eye emerged as well and he has now drawn and is about to paint that discovery. He is now hooked up with a talented painter I met once who spent some time in Duluth Penn. THAT merger will be terrific. In the end, I seek a Sikh. Doctor, you and Lucifer will decipher my true language. Maybe a Hindu will see my body properly.