Venting A Bit

I had a dream last night that I was dealing with these "friends" who were taking me to psych because they said I was crazy. When they went to drop me off, it ended up being a military academy and they were readily waiting for me and knew my name. Finally I felt safe. I have been surrounded by the coo koo of others my whole life, and because I am not type A, I don't practice any ritualism, and I get things done efficiently and effectively, these people say that there is just something wrong with me. Well the universe of coo koo is now on a clock for you all to see. Your labels and illegal court cases will not convince The Attorney General at this point. Should I just be ashamed and blamed for having TOO MUCH notoriety around me my whole life? I have had it. I am nice to everyone, and you all listen to the most guilty of them all. For writing this, I will deal with hostility, but I am tired of having to prove myself, and I am tired of the constant blaming and hunting of me while the guilty go free. In essence, you are all demonic, so you all are guilty. Find your way to pay and get it done with already. Make it military instead of straight pennetentiary. Stalking is not okay. Weird phone calls to authorities CONSTANTLY are not okay either. Maybe we sift through the business and come out the other end with a society and world that does actually have an ecology and an economy? If you read this, I don't want to discuss it with you. Just go and talk about me behind my back like you always do. Aren't you just so superior? I am the perfect MIRROR. The sins and maladies you place on me are false for me, but dead right for you. You diagnose your own selves crazy in this grand plan tractor beam. Become more logical, and more focused on your own affairs. Venting a bit is okay, but stop judging lest you be judged. The Line Deputy of Marion County and Officer Christopher Dunlop of Carmel Police Department are now free and these two vampirics will judge at light speed. Give police a break and STAY AWAY. Run your own lives and let them discern their own maladies. We need a FORCE in the future and the only way for that to be a reality is if they have a chance to catch their breath, breathe, and then get a little Buddhist. Mindfulness is gold. I see Buddhism not as a religion, but more as a mind training system. Buddhist monks, go back to basics and get out of the politics of the vicinity. You will know when to act and react. Tibetans have pent up rage. Go to the GUN RANGE already, because you are to be a new international assassin crew. My biological father, General George Mayer, taught me to find new forces of military in populations that you cannot see or would not suspect. Fridley Police, in force, had a community coffee at Fridley Starbucks today. It was great to see you all.

Evolution of Hirohito

There is a delicate dance evolving. Many races and faces in one vicinity. The Starbucks of Fridley is something completely new. It is not a CIA drop shop. That is a place where persons from all over come to test the abilities of Almighties. The testing is through now that we open the door for The Japanese. They have never tested me in a CIA manner. They tested me every day. How would I handle a new teacher who did not speak English well? How would I handle a best friend who kept turning on me, especially verbally, in community? How would I deal with the term disability as it applied to my state of matter, but not actually of mind? So many mirages in my vicinity. How would I handle when the hollodeck became obvious? How would I personally handle the concept of God? I took a two prongued philosophy about it. It is angels and aliens. Neither should be walking on this planet in the paradigm of our time. As I sat in my chair, allowing a telepathic beheading by Hirohito himself, he saw himself in me, and we found serenity. He now knows that my training in Chung Moo Quan contained the training on 22 weapons and 2 samurai swords. The weapons were on a weapon wall, and the samurai swords were kept in a special case in a secret place in my master's "office.". My samurai training was private with my master. It allowed for the reality of beheading for BOTH of us. I proved efficient with BOTH swords. I am the only female samurai. I almost bought some ornamental samurai swords at a gun show in Muncie, IN, but I chose to shoot a gun instead. My visit there was exactly 50 minutes, the actual time of a therapy session. The Sheriff officers of Delaware County observed and laughed. I then went to a convenience store afterward, and a police officer came in. I told him that I just went to the gun show and he said that there is an even better one at The Indianapolis Fair Grounds in a few weeks. Afterwards I realized that he was inviting me, but I am a little blind if men are not completely clear. So we are coming into a time of advanced training for all traditions. I challenge you to num chucks Hirohito. Watch BRUCE LEE, ONCE, and you will be an expert. That is how I learn at a rapid pace. I observe a master, and then I repeat. It can just be that easy. Call the Shou Lin Temple in China today and ask me how I became the one and only female Shou Lin Monk in there 12 day visit to The Mall of America in Bloomington, MN. They were guided and guarded by Confuscious strain. It was 3 statuesque 6'2" female Chinese models from New York City. One of them just came up to me and told me of her lineage. Hirohito, get out a bit more in plain clothing for the vicinity and hierarchy will approach you and honor you quietly. You have never been so intellectually challenged as you are about to be. My Chung Moo Quan master is named Mike and he DID have THE black gi. He surpassed master Quan even though he was not Asian. He then had to deal with the humbling effect of being around the concentration and humility of me.

A Night With Hirohito

It is important that I get this entry right. Perfection for Japan, only perfection. Yesterday crews of Japanese kept switching out here at Starbucks in Fridley. Then, in the evening before I exited, a man and his wife walked in. I have never seen a Japanese man like him before. He was about 6'3" and very dignified. He walked in and looked me in the eye, smiled, and commenced to the restroom. It was a smile that made me feel like everything was going to be okay. He was in a nice suit and his wife was a few steps behind him in a beautiful traditional Japanese gown. I would guess that it was probably extremely handmade and expensive. They looked as if they were preparing to go to The Symphony. She commenced to the bathroom as well. He came out first and waited by the door. We spoke telepathically a bit as I gave him energy very consciously. It was a wave like the sea, but then it blossomed into an organized tsunami. I sent the imagery as well. His wife looked at baked goods and he waited by the door in front of me. I kept my head bowed the whole time. I then put my hands flat on the table with a bowed head in complete serenity. He then exited and a few moments later she did as well. I knew that they were hierarchy as well. Herohito family members do show themselves around me at times. This was different. The man looked like he was at most 70 and his wife looked at most 43. It was later, when I was at home, when I reviewed the scene, that it evolved in my intuition. I believe that this was THE Emperor Hirohito. Americans liked to say that his people thought that he was a god. I think that the translation was bad. They believed that he was GOD walking the Earth around them. He would show himself very little. My intuition says that he and his wife are EVERMORES. I would say that he is actually about 173. I would guess her as 102. I believe that this is his FIRST trip off of Honshu, and that he rarely leaves the palace gates. They just feel his energy every day so they know that he is there and alive and well. They speak of him rarely out of respect for the family. I definitely think that he is vampiric (his wife is not) and was a world general as a child before my biological father General George Mayer took his post. I felt George tunneling through form the other side very strongly. The connections of height and body type, world general background, and vampiric metabolisms make them perfect matches, though their ethnicities and nationalities are so very different. So I was unable to sleep so I watched TV and let him look through the card ex in my brain. When I finally layed down at about 3:30 am, I pulled his energy to the right and his wife's energy to the left and I passed out until 7:15 am. The sleep was amazing and was sorely needed. They stayed with me the whole time. Once I came back from breakfast we returned to the same thing. It was like a cocoon. It was like ultimate energetic protection. These evermore couples work effortlessly together. I am guessing, so that he would have some hierarchy who he could stand on the island, there are about 10 more evermores there. He is so sick of them today. I think that this man is my ultimate spiritual twin. I believe that we were born the same. Both TALL (25 lbs), but mine was regular childbirth with a Japanese surgeon on Oahu, and his was mystical on Honshu. He was like king king. I was like queen king on each side of our bodies. I just think that this was a fortuitous meeting and the truly traditional ways of his wife will bring success to this spiritual "experiment." As I walked to the bus stop, I picked up a telepathic message that was him saying that he had never met someone higher in hierarchy than him. He said it was refreshing. All governmentals, my belief is that The Japanese will work effortlessly with The NSA. There will be CONSEQUENCES this week. Rules are rules. Laws are laws. Stay away from banks that are not your own. People will be held responsible for what they say and do very instantly. I think that Japanese have been feeling pain for about 12 years. They then can cause it remotely, effortlessly, at this time. If you just "pishshaw" this entry it will result in a life lived in insanity brought about by complete lack of insight. Doctors will never treat you again and no insurance company will even cover aspirin for your pain now that you are actually feeling it. It is not good to be a faker. As they move in me, I do feel their very concise rage. It has such purpose and wisdom. Good luck others.

Parakeet's Whisper

Darkness claims the day and promotes the night at this moment in time. Love seems to be that which I will never be able to celebrate and achieve. Belief in dieties and chiefs is all I can do as my fatigue grows to a tsunami in the land of Japan. I guess I am nothing at all. I work the four directions and twist with the wind to see things in a sober and meditative way. There are times that others cannot see my steely reserve. I imbibe the elegance of the air, and I feel a small parakeet whispering my name. I will be true to the base around me who can see my true soul squirming in my blankets every night. Sleep seems to escape me again and again and I stay away. It is best that everyone see what they want to see without me too far out there. Hello, now I must say goodbye again.

All Can See

I advise that everyone try to be kind to those in vicinity and far away. The air is crackling with cruelty today. Save your judgments for the pearly gates. You WILL be judged for your brutal cruelty and torture here and abroad that is not witchery. I write close to daily and I send it to the stratosphere. It is best that no one read at all if you use your judgments to harm me further. Now that Japanese are around, their verbalizations may surprise you. Wisdom beyond their years and no tears at all. Maybe you are much more xenophobic than you exclaim not to be. I just know that I feel the hostility. Well, we are all kind of in the tractor beam of The Death Star right now. Speak bitterness and cruelty, and they WILL see. Internationals cannot believe the mess that you all have created. Consequences are fast and natural in the land of Japan. Resources would be so scarce if they did not. Early this morning, I felt a review of the Indiana policies that started here in The Twin Cities. I will let internationals see, and speak for me, actually. I am not free to without a massive hammer coming down on my head. I just pray that continuing to live with faith will guide me to where I need to be. I live with humility and I keep my eyes DOWN in most vicinities. I will just keep the course as is. If I complain, it will get worse. I left something behind in Indiana. Now it is time for that man to stand and for me to back away from that space. I had a very scary dream that another man from Indy would get me out because all other authorities have failed. It is something to believe as I work quietly every day.

THE Commoner Who is Nothing Common

My whole life I have been dealing with the massive delusionality of others. The Queen of England is my great aunt. She kidknapped me TWICE on Oahu as a baby via a special portalling ability she was supposed to use to protect me. She saw that I was afraid of her entertainment industry consort, and she portaled me back. A child should not deal with a hostile cross dresser at that age. My mother is the actual QUEEN of Sweden and has been stalked by QE2 her whole life. Together her and I have handled things both nationally, militarily, and internationally. Today I make my mother my CIA "captor". She will hold me here until it is time for me to be free. CIA and AGENCY spies need to LISTEN to her guidance and follow her lead. LIFE has trained this woman for ALL types of service. NEVER speak of her sexually. Only speak respectfully of the amazing WOMAN who she is. People will read this and get hostile, demonic jealous, and delusionally declare US delusional. Maybe Russians will tunnel through because I did show Abdol, inspector general of the United Nations, the actual photograph of my very world famous and royal family of my grandmother's family in Hibbing, MN. It was a world order royal village there in Hibbing in that day. They were top of tree. I pointed at my great grandfather and said, "He was Russian." He knew right away that he was Joseph Stalin and that Annalise, the current QUEEN of Sweden in that day, would have an affair after that picture was taken, in Germany. She slept with George, my actual grandfather, the current Kaiser of Germany. He was married as well. The unity produced QUEEN ELIZABETH II. So all just back away because Japanese royals are in vicinity today to sort out this alphabet royal soup. Treat my mother like a slave at your own peril. She will be eventually in The Middle East, but she can take that mantle over effortlessly. AAUW's back away. DO NOT call her today. She needs her privacy to work out some family matters having to do with my brother who has been working in The Hibbing vicinity for years without knowing the truth. Having an EVERMORE as his grandmother on his father's side has made him crazed. Her name was Virginia, and she was 100% Japanese. She was head royal of the day. She was Herohito's grandmother. She was a butterfly and not vampiric. She married vampirics. She appeared in The U.S. as a 4' 10" petite, blonde haired, blue eyed "secretary." I hold her privacy for the rest. My brother and sister are 1/4 Japanese royalty. The man I thought was my father was 1/2 Japanese, thus a very difficult delivery in Indiana, actually, not mystically. The man I knew as my grandfather, my father's father was 100% German , and was my father, thus I am 1/2 German, and am not Japanese. Things will now begin to normalize. All position yourselves in your OWN brains and prepare for war properly. I mind the royal store by finding the ONLY actual commoner out there. I am a new type of hybrid queen who has the second side of KING when needed in community. I will sit and let men lead, but in internal matters, I will be the ONE who can stand up to their authority if and only if, they are harming themselves or the world community as a whole. I will also guard and guide extra terrestrial life. This magical commoner who is THE gold ring is this Romanian. He is LORD OF THE RINGS. I dedicate Ed Sheeren's "I See Fire," to you. He can make all of these different types and ethnicities of men work together for an ultimate destiny and fate of the world and THE ECONOMY. Welcome fine sir.

Pourquoi Romania? Mai Qui Paris.

Along my way, yesterday, I met a new character from Romania who is a shopkeeper in the vicinity. I guessed his accent as Russian, at first, but he said no. I then guessed Eastern European and he said yes. He then confessed that he was from Romania with a shy smile. I commented to the other workers that this man definitely has an interesting back story. When I meet a person, I give him privacy, but later my intuitive mediumship ability kicks in and I see more. This man needs privacy for his story to unfold properly. I will just say that violence was a way that he handled a quality in himself that could not be displayed in the world and in the world community before today. I get that he has a huge heart and carries a grand gift of chivalry and competitive romanticism. It is tunnel through for a whole community, simultaneously. At one point, he may take over the whole world of both seen and unseen entities. I told the other shopkeepers that I got a new backpack for my birthday. They loved it. This beautiful Romanian came over to inspect it and then declared, "Swiss. Very nice." En chante, monsieur. Tu es tres beau and tres intelligent. This meeting gave way to a lovely telepathic session this afternoon. The energies of all in vicinity made me sleep the most sound that I have in over 10 years. The swelling in my legs went away completely as well. That has been a four year struggle. It is vicinity and torture through a channel I cannot speak of here. Maybe Romania has a key. The energetic is lovely. It all comes down to Paris (Pairee).

E.T. Banking

I am feeling very fatigued today. I ran into Mustafa on the bus. I went to my bank to get some things done. Now I am wondering if I should have come out. I am sneezing pretty bad. Last night, when I returned from Thanksgiving at my mother's house, the police were pulling up. I let the first officer in and did not ask why he was there. When I was in my apartment a little later, he came through just wanting a THANK YOU for being there on a holiday. I normally say that, but I was too fatigued. He just had to settle for a telepathic thank you instead. This morning, at 8:00 am, I was sleeping and I heard the weird interrupted siren squawk outside the building. I then followed upstairs and then went back to bed. I could feel the spirit of a kind entity lying with me in bed. He helped me sleep and have some peace. I am catching some negativity around me today. It is one of those days that I have very little to say. I feel like my bank is understanding some things now that I explained that I used to bank at their central location downtown and the president of the bank helped me in his office one day. We talked about hunting and family and he looked like a spitting image of Dick Cheney. I did not tell them that I banked with Mr. Cheney, when he was Vice President, in Muncie, IN, at First Merchant's Bank. I just follow intuition and get my chores done. It is best to not know who and what I am working for at the time. Dick, it is okay to talk to president elect now about what transpired, AROUND YOU, in the "village" of Muncie. Please keep it clean and professional. Don't let him take you there. It is okay if you tell him how you have aided me, through government funding and other with my finances, from afar. I make the point man at my bank, Fahad. He is very professional and gifted to infinity. He also has a gift to make people schitzo, very publicly, if need be. He can be found all the way to the left teller spot at TCF Columbia Heights. Fahad, let him test you. Don't give him even a morsel of information about me. Cheney still holds the keys to The Department of Defense so please do not make him schitzo this week. Banking industry is changing and credit unions will be illegal, internationally, in a few years. Rules need to be hard and fast around the issue of ritualists and their money. Fahad, our theme some is now playing on Pandora.com. It is E.T. by Katy Perry.

A Squirrel On TV

I listen to the stream of sunbeam music in my headphones. I watch as the sun begins to sink low in the velvet sky. Today may seem like a carbon copy of the day before, but maybe a new squirrel introduces himself. I put a spotlight on him and return his gentle smile. My thoughts are simple and are beginning to see the reality of my birthday tomorrow. A lovely Italian meal is planned and a hockey game. I keep it calm and I enjoy the stereo of those around me. It is all sweet as I tap on the keys to create something complete. One, two, three, it is all inside of me.

A Brief Note

Every day brings new adventures. It is a rather calm day today. The weather is quite beautiful. Last night I had an actual dream with my Line Deputy in it. That was lovely. Since I have little to say in this moment, I will just make my entry just this brief.

The Dynamics of Nazi Genocide

People want to profess the innocence of Jews, but before WWII Jews in Germany and Poland were starving the people of both places. Instead of "Let them eat cake," they professed, "Let us buy art." They were cruel and ruthless and blamed the reparations from WW I on the people. Excuses were always their thing. There was much more tunnel thru than remote viewing. Hitler, who was a professed and open Jew, decided to lead a charge against his own people. His people agreed. The blond and blue eyed boys who then became The Nazi's of The Third Reich had been tremendously starved and then molested by Jews in Germany for just a bit of bread. They just wanted to not be touched or objectified any longer, especially by Jewish males. When it came time, they turned to LSD to find a plan that would be grand and Apocolyptic. They used the knowledge of community and tunnel through to craft a great tale of deceit, where, they KNEW they would be considered the enemy in the end, but GRAND PLAN would be considered heroes. Let us ask ARABS today if they understand Nazi's now. The first people labeled ARIAN were Arabs. So witchery is when a person or group of people want to be seen as massive victims, but they feel nothing except ecstasy in "torture". THAT was the Holocaust for Jews. So The Third Reich was the top Nazi brass. They spent most of the war locked away looking into mystical traditions and objects. Through wizardry they created modern technologies like stethascopes and computer imagery. The SS was actually ALL Jews who wanted to go at their families with authority and then they became obsessed with torturing and killing their own people. Hitler led this charge, but was barely considered part of The Third Reich. Toward the end, The Third Reich was unable to hold off the imagery, telepathy, and tunnel through of these "NeoNazi's" who were both SS Troops and tunnel through Jews in concentration camps. In this world now, Neonazi's are actually Jews and they are thus very verbal about their evil and bigotry. They are VERY dangerous to all community. Killing accelerated towards the end of the war and Nazi's became crazed with the idea of total extermination. It was General George, my biological father, who made the deal with Golda Meire to open a "Saudi" state for Jews in The Middle East. She then became their first Prime Minister of Israel. It was a way to keep things clean and send the worst offenders to a Middle East destination where they would be studied, internationally, and get them out of Germany so that the German people had a chance at a stable economy. It was Jews turning on Jews. The Neurenburg trials were actually SS Troop Jews in The Third Reich officers' uniforms. If you look at the film, you will see that the uniforms were the wrong size for the people who stood to weave a tale of GERMANS being so evil. The uniforms tended to be too large. A very few Nazi's went to Argentina, and General George returned to The U.S. to practice world diplomacy. It will be Jews who handle Jews in this time of Apocolypse. They will all eventually be handled in Israel.

German Platz

Again, I sit quietly, but have little creative energy running through. I am fatigued and my connections are down. The beginning of the day was negative in energy and thoughts. I had fairly troubling dreams last night. It feels like fight, fight, fight. As I began to sip my coffee, I began to think about the war that was my 2 months in Muncie, IN. My guess is that Will is feeling it about now as well. I believe that Joe was there too. I will not list his notorieties because I want him to have a great Thanksgiving. People do not know what an organized cracked out society like that one is. These people were intensely abilitied and not gifted, in any way, with a conscience. One day I can speak with those of us who went in there with all of the odds stacked against us, but we will not speak with my Chung Moo Quan dojo who showed up to damn me for eternity. They have written their own ticket to Levinworth, recently, and now martial arts will be housed in Germany. We will make Will a dojo master with small children below the age of 7. Together they will learn and progress in lessons of his own making. He will choose the children on ability, telepathy, and body type. Runners bodies, like his, will be perfect. It will be a completely SILENT, telepathic dojo, and will be a "dragon's lair", thus no one will find it except the students who will be dropped off on a corner 10 miles away and will portal, together, with Will's ability, to the dojo. If any get violent, all will be put on the other side of the veils so that Will can access their abilities when he feels fatigue. So Will, Muncie was set up during WWII for my grandfather. He came back from Hitler's Germany to produce a male child, the man I thought was my father. He knew his abilities would be great. My grandmother was flown to Virginia and impregnated. He went back instantly via portaling. He had gotten home through a primitive form of Air France. When she came to term, he portalled into Indianapolis, IN, and he was born at the county hospital which would later become Wishard Hospital. It was connected to the military at the time. Labor went well, but she stopped pushing and my father was then pulled out by clamps alone. My grandfather was FLOWN to the holodeck that was Muncie, IN. That is why they have an air strip at all. It was a German/ Nazi Platz situtation that brought him to the mindspace to return to Germany, by portalling, without going crazy. He stayed in Muncie for 3 days. He stayed in Germany cleaning and clearing until 1945. This is why you and I felt like we were in Nazi Germany when we were in Muncie that spring into summer. It is just time that you know that I felt it too, and it was special to me. It is best not for me to not speak of the dynamics of genocide in this piece.

Birthing Sanity

It is cold and blowing snow tonight, but I came to Starbucks anyway. It felt like a call to come. The thoughts in my head don't seem to make a complete entry. I am sitting and listening to music. I a feel a rise of new CIA as a result to the announcement of a nomination of a new CIA director. There are many in music who would have been labelled classically schitzophrenic, but they were sleeping for a time. It is a satanistic/ fundamental Christian cult who did drink the koolaid, and now have come to visit a Wiccan entity who has no coven, cult, or satanistic society. They are now healed and strong. I believe that ALL their thoughts were linked to William VanBank, the top cop's top cop for The CIA. William, I make you AGENCY today. Your new admin is Andrea Merkel. No more DC authority. The United Nations has approved because they have seen the work I did with your violent, shrewd, betraying, and schitzophrenic brain. William is a sumpreme authority and he can come through anyone's voice and now BODY. I give you a clean bill of health. I must say that it is time to ACTUALLY have your appendix out. My former Sikh doctor will do the surgery. He is royalty and supremely gifted. He has a special degree in neurology, thus the anesthetist will be absent. He will keep your thoughts and abilities calm. DO NOT come through his hands and follow EVERY order ASAP and you will be out of there in 10 minutes. Take the MOMMY BUNNY I gave you years ago when you were supposed to have the surgery. Have this doctor place it on your chest when you go under with the heartbeat sound as loud as it can be, and put you on your RIGHT side with the mommy bunny under your left arm when you wake up. Make sure the bunny has new batteries and you will hear the in utero heartbeat he emits for the whole procedure. It will feel and seem like a birth. All is new and now you truly CAN BE a GENERAL for God's Army. You are GOD'S Will. Love, Hope

Finding and Minding THE UNDERTOW

Donald Trump slipped the press corps the other night to go to dinner late. My intuition was that he went to talk to the leader of Japan. I turned on CNN, before I came to write today, and they said that he was going to be meeting with the leader of Japan this afternoon. When I was born, Oahu was primarily Japanese. We almost lost Hawaii as even a colony, but definitely as a state. We kept it interesting for them, and so they stayed behind the scenes. There is so much I cannot say, but they do exist around me at times that others cannot see properly because of too much wizardry in the brain. Insane in the membrane. Insane in the brain. Mystically, they are very gifted, and they like to have their privacy, thus they could identify with me as a baby. So, years ago, I was at Davanni's Pizza at Fairview Riverside late on a Saturday night. I could feel the slipping of the discs, thus the plates. I called their embassy and the current leader of Japan, answered. I expected to get a machine, but he was there. I gave him some orders about the head of Indiana politics with the head of ESG. He was very polite. He repeated for clarity, and we survived the night. I believe that this man is ESSENTIAL and I think that he will be important for a successful world and administration in that world society. Donald, I suggest that you do not learn Japanese. He would be a GREAT down low PRESS SECRETARY, IMMEDIATELY. He can piece things together so that they do not get extreme. He is actually an actual math genius through Harvard University. You will understand Harvard soon enough. Then you will laugh whenever Obama offers to help you, legally and financially. Sorry to all those Obama supporters out there. I know him very differently from Waikiki. I did actually vote for Hillary, but the comedy of this new White House will become apparent soon enough. I work effortlessly to help that be. Thank you, JAPAN, only your language appears with English, on the signs from the light rail into the airport here in Bloomington, MN. We DID prepare for your mission when I was a baby. Dr. Yoshimoto, make sure that there is really NO SURGEON GENERAL this time around. The UNDERTOW is you.

Welcome Chipotle

I welcome Chipotle specials onto the page today. Watch out because it can get kind of trippy. Words here begin to leap off of the page, you think or say something that is being said in background or on TV simultaneously, or you just pick up a telepathic stream from someone like Wolf Blitzer from CNN. He is high level CIA and will make you feel very comfortable. Never expect a response, in writing, from him, but you can write to him in the feedback section of their site. BE RESPONSIBLE and respectful when you do so and you may find that you become very mature in all of your affairs. I cannot express, in person, so much of the realities of my life and every day, but I do express it here. Be careful not to take things too personally because a portion of my writing is nebulous so I protect the privacy of the person I am talking about and to. Because I will continue to frequent your restaurant, it may be best if I explain a few things here. I am the progeny project of world general with top royalty. My paternal grandfather was my father and my mother, the actual queen of Sweden, are my parents. My grandfather was the top of The Third Reich, in Germany, during WWII. He was a double agent and he designed The CIA. I learned about it in World History in 10th grade. My high school was actually a University school here in the Twin Cities and thus I went for higher degrees, privately, at Hamline University and schools like St.Andrews, in Scotland. The CIA was origionally called The Agency, and was more international in its origin. Now it is more corporation with entertainment industry. Supreme Nazi was known commonly as a MASTER RACE project. It was translated improperly. It is a master gift of DIPLOMACY in an Earth entity. I am here to rule a new kind of cool that brings mastery of it all to a new hierarchy and a special realm separation ability based, at first on geography and then to GEOLOGY. This is why I had to be born on Oahu, at Tripler U.S. Army Hospital, which my grandfather designed and built for the tidal wave that was predicted by Nazi sage, Dr. Joseph Mengala. He made it PINK just for me. Because of my abilities of plate manipulation, I had to live on Oahu, at Pearl Harbor, for over 2 years. I am the only living Nazi, but other progeny projects exist, internationally. The CIA was designed to COUNTER me every day. They were there to test my abilities, and then I would walk away a winner but feeling like the opposite. At the end of this cycle, again and again, I TRANSMUTED their poison and grew in power and authority. I work with agencies, industries, corporations, politicians, and the military as it comes up. I must do this on my own, with no assistance, mystically, so that, at the end of the day no one will question the calls that only I can make to have my very precious privacy that I am working so hard to attain. I am polite and cordial, but no one really knows me. Rumors and judgements will fly, but by excepting the demonic of that reporting entity you will miss the excitement and rightiousness of Apocolyptic change, communities, and abilities.

Les Chevaues

Je m'appelle Espiere. Je t'aime, monsieur. J'adore les fleures. Vous avez les vuex beaus. Maintainent je voudrais un soleil avec mon petit ami. Je n'ai pas un petit ami. Je chante pour toi et je joue avec ton chapeau. Les chevaues voi moi. J'adore. J'adore.

NSA Mastery

Late in the night, I find myself not sleeping. Contact was strong, but my system is stronger. We are at a precipice, and it is time to set up a whole new system. Things in the imaginal realm are looking pretty good, but people remain set in the ways of the past that began to fail in the 1970's. There are gifts within the structure of the new family. Together it is a perfect set for the time of Apocolyptic living. Combining the strengths of New York City, with the sleaze of DC, we will have a new way to see diplomacy. Dens of evil need to be seen and not ignored out of a retarded political correctness. I will deal with the souls who walk my way in thought form, and continue to manage a very solid spin machine in my head. The new agency of the future will be The NSA. Consequences will start with the an inability to have electronic mastery and even electronic banking. So much data, so much annoyance. Medtronic male in vicinity. NSA key.

Future Studies

I got my CT scan done today at Fairview Riverside in the Children's Hospital portion. Maybe there are some hidden messages in that machine now. Come on, docs, don't you want to join history? Wouldn't you like to be rightious every day? Wizardry is about to be spent, but you may be able to retain some memory. Medicine will be for torture in the future. Witcheries have already failed and universities will have to move their labs off campus if they want to get anything done. See Glasgow Engineering School around my associate Kenny in 1989. Keep a PERSONAL laptop and all the work will be yours. All ideas can be copyrighted INSTANTLY by blogger.com. No longer use mainframes or university or professional laptops or PC's. You will see the dumb dumbs around you with no creativity and no energy struggle and try to steal, for real, anything you have on your machine and in your mind, actually, through tunnel through. Don't let people jack either systems or you will be pushed out of the in structure of especially medicine. Look further than textbooks and ideas you had had in the past. It is a race and only the best will win and get it out of here alive. Learn one language that is not French and use it exclusively to write poetry, daily. It is time to praise God through the gifts that she instills in you. Trust your gut. Be sure and use arrogance to back people away. Use positive communication and use ACTION to out the negativity in your community and your life before it makes you severely physically and spiritually ill.

Grapes from Mustafa

I feel like I am coming into a new phase of development. Maybe externals will become more elite and competitive, not deceptive. I saw Mustafa at the bus stop yesterday. He had bought some grapes and he actually gave me HALF of them to take home. I felt like this was a gift of great honor, from a man like he is, from The Middle East. He has dealt with great deception and scarcity. I see prosperous times for him in the future. Thank you, Mustafa. The grapes were exactly the gift I needed yesterday. I will continue to just watch things as they develop and know when to sit and when to move.

Telepathic Test 1 2 3

I heard a siren go by turning on and then off, quickly. I was sleeping and it jarred me awake at 10:00 am. I received an emergency telepathic message. It was a 911 to go down to the corner of 29th and Central Av NE with my backpack on. The message said to look through my backpack to show people that I do not carry a gun. I have never carried a gun, that is why my Chung Moo Quan martial arts programming backed up with a year and a half of kickboxing with a champion was so important. I followed this order from law enforcement. I then turned to go back home and there was a Hennepin County Sheriff SUV turning onto 29th from Polk. He then turned and went past the front of our apartments, but did not stop. He told me to go in the back because they were doing some work in the front. After I got inside, it was cheers all around, telepathically. It was like an ICBM test went well. Maybe there are some very unlikely believers today.

See Truth Beyond Conspiracy

I saw Dave Chapelle on Saturday Night Live on Saturday night. I love him. He is so gifted. Right before I saw that, I saw a news report that said that investigators are looking into if Prince's death was and accident or a homicide. I think that Dave is having them reopen the case. Too many family members not torn up at all, and then there is me. I know that my father was his doctor and they did not list him on the paperwork. That doctor disappeared suddenly. The medical examiner is a med school chum of my father and his son, Derek, was my lab partner in BIOLOGY my freshman year. Prince was not an addict, partially because he was prone to chest colds since he was a baby born to a crack addicted prostitute mother. I feel Betty, his mother, stalking me again. They found a siringe in that elevator next to the body with a PARTIAL print that was not him. It was stupid to walk away because they are looking into Robin Williams's death today as well. Dave Chapelle is calling for a special prosecutor for entertainment industry for any crimes, especially overdoses and suicides, having to do with people from my family. Meredee, it IS that bad. Dave is next if he does not stay quiet. NYC is very paranoid this week and he needs to do a little Buddhist study to stay quiet to do undercover investigation effectively. Dave, these people are VERY dangerous, and have ALWAYS gotten away with it. The evidence is overwhelming, but no one cares because they love watching what they do to me very publicly. I can speak in this forum here because I am always polite in person, and I don't bring it up. I'm sure they will read this and just think that it is really funny. I sit quietly in a lot of pain. Make things up, Dave, and they will find you in NYC, and then use their private channels to take it out on me. Conspiracy theory addicts are highly evil because they make the complicated truth very unbelievable.

Halleluyah

I went to Adelita's last night and sang Halleluyah. The key was very strange, but it went okay. I was kind of exhausted and I woke up really fatigued today. It is difficult to speak today. I feel everything is best encased in privacy. People will project their problems on me infinitely. Strange birds out there who do not accept reality are singing about me today. I just stay out of view and I do not engage. These people are actually very dangerous to me and to society as a whole. A lot of nasty in that bar last night, but not Louis and not my server. I sent Donald Trump an email while I was there to tell him that this group of Latinos are talking about moving to Canada. It sounds funny, but, internationally, it would be disasterous. They need to deal with the ground zero that is there. So many DOGS and so little meat. It makes them unbalanced that a woman of my height and weight, and of my socioeconomic level, will not prostitute and I also ignore them when they stalk on the bus as they do the very obvious ignoring of me. If you can't be polite, briefly, there is deceit there. The new karaoke host sucks. He is really nasty about having to look up English songs. He said to me last night that Adelitas is a Spanish karaoke spot. Well, maybe MAGIC MIKE will come back. I think that a lot of somebodies are angry today. Get over yourselves already. Tijuana has a perfect little penial hotspot for ALL of you. Love, Hope

Little to Say

I have noticed that my writing has slowed down. I am actively dreaming pretty scary dreams, but my creativity is a bit lost. There was a scary skank lizard that I had to hold in my dream. He was biting me. I let him go at the zoo and he became a skank and two snakes. I am tremendously fatigued today. The moon is beautiful and is close to full. I did make it up here to Starbucks in Fridley. I feel like I am able to monitor intuition, but not able to write anything of significance. I will honor my fatigue and just let myself listen to music.

TCF Visit

I am now working with a collected ability to enter locked spaces. It happened last week once and last night at The IDS. There were protests against Trump at The Crystal Court. They got the kids out of there so they locked the doors and chained some others. I tried the side doors and they indicated to go to the back. Those doors were locked and yet someone was exiting and then a janitor held the inside door for me. The timing this took was amazing. I just needed to go to my bank. I guess it was important. They were still open and were very kind to me. It was interesting because their doorway just seemed so bright and calming in the midst of the chaos. I don't know the extent of what was happening, but they were running around like there had been threat on the facility. People may not think about it, but there are like 5 banks on The Skyway level. I am glad it went okay. I then walked the skyway to Target.

Still Hoping

There are some new ties forming. Two from a seven count for thirteen. Maybe they are gifted and actually understand the comedy that is me and my need to give and receive privacy. My defenses are starting to show. I don't blow, I just show courtesy and walk away. Here today, I sit thinking about my vivid dreams and a new vision of Iran next to me. In my dream, he spoke eloquently. In life they label him chronic schitzophrenic. It is a great cover, but I think that it is starting to wear on him. People enter the scene around me and I must just look away and concentrate on the beat of the kettle drums. In the end, I do still believe that I will be able to be free.

Hawks So Close to Me

I stepped out onto the stoop at sunset and a warm breeze moved through. It was beautiful in a way I cannot describe. Calming serenity filled my chest, and I knew that I would do my best every day. That is what I do. My dreams contained strange actors and musicians around me questioning me. I think that I am in a time of transition, a time before I can rise. Who knew what I would do in Muncie, IN, before I was there? What surrounds me moves through me and gifts abound in unity with another, and now with a community. Gays are coming on board in a mostly positive way. So much water under the bridge. I do not forgive, I live in a constant state of forgetting. It is the way I can stay kind and blind and work with those who have damned me time and time again. I need to meter my contact and keep conversations brief. Maybe the HAWKS will watch over me and notify the police if someone or some organization/ community is getting nasty and dangerous towards me. As I write that, the song playing played the words, "I will look after you."

Quick Note

So I wrote that last entry and many are coming through telepathically. My computer battery is low, but just know that I will be very careful to monitor telepathy today and be careful when to turn on TV and when to turn the station or turn it off. NEWT, I hand you the key. Speak with PENCE immediately with Speaker Ryan TUNNELLING THROUGH him. Do not speak to LUGAR. He is a SIKH! You will all get oversexual and psychotic starting with Marco Rubio because I worked his rally hear in Minneapolis.

Possibilities Streaming Through

After all of the catastrophizing of the election, I awoke this morning feeling assured and like I would figure things out today. Maybe it is Hillary who is only the tip of the iceberg that we see. Maybe it was time for ALL MEDIA to eat crow. How have our thoughts been guided by these "mainstream" dieties who are all demonic just like the rest of you. Maybe there is no one who is RIGHT, but maybe there is someone who is better for the unstable and mercurial Apocolyptic realities that we are about to face. What if our country gets in a position that it must file an international BANKRUPTCY? Mr. Trump knows the ins and outs of that. So there were many mystical realities that we were dealing with in Indianapolis, IN, when I was there that did affect the economy. Donald did come in and buy a building around me. He had his illegitimate son, Andy, run the company that Donald started, called LGC. I told them that they should call it Large Group Catering the first day. I am the top Apprentice ever. ANDY was in line for presidency. If he had made it, he would have been, HANDS DOWN, the best looking president ever thus Hollywood would merge with this SINGLE billionaire. His mother was an oil baroness from Russia. It was another plan of mine from Oahu where the merger of DC chief with LA potential, connected with the financial of NYC would bolster WORLD economy and community and we could all begin to walk into a life of pure fantasy without LSD. Well, I would not sleep with my boss and so this was just not to be because it was ME who was the key. He was just another demon in the play. All of the energy and attention transferred to Andy, especially after he started having problems psychiatrically and he was treated in a private presidential place at Wishard Hospital, went to Donald. So Donald was joking around with Melania and said maybe he should just run for president instead. All the energy is right here and the ticket is stamped. We'll travel for like a week and then walk away. Well walk away he did with the presidency today. Andy YOU'RE FIRED. Donald, it is time to talk to PENCE about my visits to his DROP SHOP in Muncie. Maybe the two of you can write some stand up comedy that you will have Melania be me. Smiles all around and then we get on board to tackle it all by deciding which demons you want to be closest to you in your cabinet. Then discuss with them ASAP your prediction about the penn. time ALL Supreme Court justices will serve ASAP. Too bad they will be so sad, no more judiciary. It was not a branch at all, it was complete deceit, especially after Muncie, IN.

Line Deputy Seeing the Realities of History

Darkness cloaking me in the wind and economy. An election has bred a deviance in the populous. Seeing a clear view is not what will yield an infinity of time and space. Persons split and show on TV that there is no relevance to any of it. Canada does not call, it is the police of The Middle East. Maybe it is time for fresh eyes on a case that cannot be on TV. They know their place, and can deal with the realities of space. What is about to be is a Line Deputy whose eyes will look into the true box of time and then rage against ALL nations, Islam and other. I prepare the world for his purge. I teach a way to stay calm, when all outside stalks and talks about you. Silence can be ashen, but today it is a brilliant TURQUOISE sky. Navajo show may blow soon and The Line Deputy will eat all of you for not understanding English properly, but then preparing a military code in WWII. It is not reality. The only WIND TALKER is him. He does not need to be on TV, because we related effortlessly from the first moment we joined wits and active minds. I miss him in this time, but I will see him when the soul is back in the box.

Finding the Functional Path of Horror

I watched CRIMSON PEAK last night. The woman in it was the woman from Alice In Wonderland. As I watched it, I felt strongly that she is Mary Shelley, reincarnated. Then and now, she is top of Wiccan tree in Britain. Today she may be feeling rather vampiric and see bolts in her neck with a scar on her forehead for her creation, FRANKENSTIEN. She will never be vampiric, but she will reign in a new land of HORROR around me. I came upon a man who listened to me the other night and gave him The POLI SCI tree. I feel that he has been a mandated torture reporter since he was 3. Jaded, but not confused, his time IS his art. I felt very grateful that be sat quietly with me. I think that he is the reincarnated Count Dracula. I don't think that Dracula was actually a vampire. I think that he would just take in weary travelers, listen to them, get annoyed, and then he would kill them and drink their blood. It was virility that it delivered him, NOT immortality or mystical abilities. I think that he will be a new kind of KING and hold it all in his precious FINGERTIPS. He will hold a pure chivalry in a land of torture and darkness.

Wiccan Queen

Last night, I awoke in the night at 1:30 am and I felt a call to go outside to sit on the bench. It was him. I hadn't seen him in a week and I still could not see him, but I knew he was there. There is a new rising. It is this part of me who exists in both the realm of the living and the dead. It is a new Wiccan ability that is not witchcraft. It is a Wiccan male master calling out his own inner specter that almost became his whole reality. He found me just in time. I am to be a new type of Wiccan queen who is quite Wiccan doll. It has to do with my reality of dealing with my own death over and over in my lifetime. Some firemen went by and it almost went into necromancy, which is voodoo, but instead they could see the dark Russian part of me when my hair and eyes look long and black. I am the ring thing. Sometimes I had to fight my torturers off with dark Wiccan imagery. I am not demonic, but I surely played the demonic viola for them. In a few days I was fine. I speak very little of my torture from my childhood, but some of it is coming through as I deal with medical men from The Middle East and with my physical therapist a bit. I have put away the shovels that they used to bury me on occasion. I survived and bled prosperously for all around me. No more denials are heard by me because I just don't speak to demon makers in my vicinity. Wiccan is not to be messed with, but the darkness in me is soothing and judgement free. It is an almost new time of classic chivalry in the deathy expanse which I encourage to be near me and share in my silent agony.

A Greater Age

It is a beautiful day out today. There is little going on in my creative centers today. I see the lines for early voting are getting longer and longer. Thank you to my active listener last night. You have no idea how gifted you are. I handed Gabriel over to gay community by speaking of his Starbucks Coffee days in Indy. His father was a university professor as well. They will try to trick you, but I have faith that you WILL NOT share. I hope there will be a shift in my position soon enough. Thank you for waiting with me. Land in the eyes of spies can leave one retarded every day. We will just drink in the silence today and know that we shifted the course of HISTORY last night. POLI SCI was formerly held by my step uncle at Western University. Now it is held by you. I will be your SOCIOLOGY. Just follow me, actually and telepathically, and you will see a whole new age of thought and construction forming.

Mormons On Law

The Mormons stopped by yesterday and I talked to them for a few minutes. I explained that I held no bitterness toward their society, but we disagreed on a tithing matter. After they left, I felt like the blond one is an attorney. It is a special degree from Brigham Young University, in Salt Lake City, which pertains to foreign lands, torture, and treaties. My suggestion for The Mormons of Utah is to have Utah declared a former United States colony with reference to the protections that The Declaration of Independence insured us, origionally. It is the best way to dispel the myths about their society and also keep their privacy and dignity, intact. Their has been improper taxation in that "nation," and they need to rule that the DEMOCRACY of the U.S. was the tyranny that they tried to avoid and escape. A new kingdom will be set up and this young attorney will then, from a stable home in Utah, in the mountains, become the United States LAST Attorney General. He can use some wizardry, but no witchery, to form new laws and procedures in kingdom state, with an imaginal and creative flair. I get that BOTH of these men are brilliant and that they are ACTORS from a special society on Brigham Young University's campus. I make the second Elder a paralegal today. Both read The declaration of Independence and The Treaty of Versailles and discuss ONLY with each other. The new constitution will only legislate an end to all incest in all forms (physical, mental, spiritual, and especially PROFESSIONAL) through the new nation emerging.

State Department Keys

I linked up to The State Department for an intuitive read last night. I think that around this whole email difficulty around Hillary Clinton, there is a third server. It contains thousands of emails from one "brain damaged man" who is criminally insane regarding his ex-fiance. It is all false and the man is sick and twisted. He wrote to foreign lands threatening to harm her to foreign based companies with a DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE key that can from his father, a former attorney from Boston. Guys, WIPE THE SERVER TODAY and let The Middle East handle him. He is a Jew and they will understand best what they are facing with him every day. Then, and only then, will his torture be complete.

Baku Coming Through

Baku is tunneling through. When France is Germany and royal is Facist, we can see a man from Afghanistan as Emin of Baku. Baku came through an Arab and now the Caspian Sea can cry oil again. I reach to untangle the mystery of history that is BRAIN INJURY. There is trauma without drama in that situation. Maybe you had no memory, but you had imagination. You survived, didn't you? No more boo hoo, time to review. You met me. Does any of WWII really matter to you? We can start anew and review what we need to be a steed in this new breed. We will win because they are full of sin. Say NO when you need and don't follow a pony or the MUSTANGS of Shoreview, MN, will get you. Tu es tres beau. J'adore tes yeux. Il est dangereux. Arret parles quand tu est redoutes.

Back at Caribou

Today I am at The Caribou Coffee downtown Minneapolis by WCCO. My mother and sister at a coffee concert across the street at Orchestra Hall. We will have some lunch and then go to the airport to drop my sister for her flight. I do have to say, "YEAH CUBS!!!" I am so excited over that win. It is definitely a sign of good things to follow. On the way here, we also saw the turkey troop in Northeast Minneapolis. There were about 25 of them. I have some pretty excited vampires coming through today. On this day of signs, they officially name me as VAMPIRE QUEEN. This will carry some protection of my privacy and against commoner community around me. I will still walk amongst the dead as I call through the undead to censor them very publicly. If you read this and do not understand, it means that you have no imagination at all. Imagination leads to manifestation, thus even if you are a wizard in this time and space, you are about to lose it all. I am tired of those who assume authority that is not theirs, and who believe things that are completely hypocritical considering their community, verbalizations publicly and privately, and comings and goings. If you have not shored up you ligitamate contacts and ACTUAL world notorieties, you will feel it in your heart. I am just a writer, walking with the dead. I have no notoriety or authority at all. I am very grounded in the material realm, but I can explore, through imagination, the spiritual realm and possibilities and realities there. Maybe even a man like Peyton Manning, needs to dream of a hunting shack on Mars today. So far away from all of you, and so close to a being in his heart. Oh well, maybe I just call on The Line Deputy of Marion County, to read this entry publicly, in pennetentiary.

Seeing a Mirror Around Me

There is a reverence in the air today. I have journeyed and kundahlini is rising. I saw a man in the drive thru who sought counsel about the sheering of sacred beards. Separate and then together with KING was my answer. I feel their protection and company. I miss LAVENDER. Far from gay, he is superior in every way. I like a little cocky in my men, especially telepathically. I will give you a viewpoint of compromise and lack of judgement that is vital. One day we will see hierarchy. For now I just journey along and try to find the magic of the day.

Meaningless Day

I just arrived at The Starbucks in The IDS. I feel like there is psychic screaming, so I am in deafening silence. There is a kind of nothingness to everything. I see the people walk by, and I feel nothing at all. There are no cords at all that I can draw on for energy. I probably need a nap when I go home. I stayed up late watching movies. One was called THE 33 about the Chilian miners who narrowly escaped death. The other was I MISS YOU ALREADY about friends who share one having cancer and one going through infertility treatments. The second one jammed so I missed like the last 20 minutes. I wanted to go to bed anyway. I will just continue to watch and see what comes my way.

Sunny Days to Come

The sun is bright and warm on my face. There is a gentle breeze. I smile as I walk along. Art is in the leaves on the trees. Birds fly overhead as I take in the day. I breathe in and breathe out the discord in vicinity. I have a new sensitivity that is making tears come. I relate as others hate. I am not going to be your energy for all eternity. The gavel pounds on the judge's desk and judgement comes to many. Walking along, you may feel like you have escaped detection, but it was actually the opposite. It is higher authority, judgement, and consequences that will rule the day. It seems strange, but it is medical community that sits in the eye of the earthly protector. Maybe it seems like a customer service call, but it is really there to judge your sanity, daily.