The End of BLOODS Tree

I write to ignite and to feel right. It is difficult to put some words on the page, so I stay away. I stay silent for years at a time on some things. I try to just keep walking and seem normal, but, from the beginning my days have reigned with horror, not just difficulty. If I make a big deal about it, I may lose the right to walk amongst commoners. In these populations you can find the true royalty, and thus meet the men who understand torture and horror. It is this population who can respect me for enduring with dignity and keeping my emotions to myself. In my mind, these experiences make me freakish, and thus I feel as if I have failed. I do not like people complaining about their victimization because I could always see their actual part in the "tragedies." Now that I understand Wiccan and The Grand Plan, I see that you all plan these things to escape judgment and punishment. I do not plan my tortures, but I did make my life as it is in The Grand Plan so that good can win and so there can be a God or Gods who can handle even the cosmos. The horror temple today is where The BLOODS worship. They are the gang of rape and murder. They are highly telepathic and highly psychopathic psychotic. In the den of The Bloods in Muncie, I endured a distinct torture. That is all I will say. I won't let them win on this page. They are highly dramatic. Well I broke my silence about a Blood in my vicinity who attacked me one night and who has taken it out on me for years and is completely demented. My belief is that he will be handled in The Middle East. He has now broken all kinds of M.O. He is now going at men and women and has gone at both neighbors and those who the apartment employs. His whole telepathic "edge" is going to begin to be his torture now. In silence he prays so openly. In boundary violation he preys daily. Well, sir, maybe Starbucks has your picture and voice now to keep you out of their chain. Catastrophe averted. Maybe when I put a note in my brother's jacket, he thinks CORPORATE and worldwide instantly. You are nothing, sir, and you never will be. Maybe even Colleed even got a call today in Saudi Arabia and they discussed the mode of transport for you. Colleed, I suggest that you portal him to Dublin, Ireland, to meet Molly. Then she will take you for a ride in a Harry Potter car, in chains, that lands Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, actually. There are enough people who hear your telepathy now who are disgusted and can barely eat, sir. STAY AWAY from the minstrels of ETHIOPIA or your family will be traveling with you from this time forward. From now on, entertainment industry will begin to mark all BLOODS as terrorism suspects through the FBI. They should have begun that in Muncie, and for that there will be consequences.