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.