Line Deputy Speaks to Congress Today

It is my intuition that The Marion County, IN, Line Deputy spoke to a closed joint session of Congress today. Well, guys, you did not read your papers that you signed before he TESTIFIED. It was counted as a closed (TOP SECRET) COURT ROOM today. Judge Collins of INDEPENDENT Court of Marion County, IN, was in back. You all spoke over him, thus were out of order in a court of law. You were all practicing SATANISM, simultaneously. Judge Collins is also a former Psych NURSE from Wishard County Hospital. They had a special PAIR Court there that was also top secret. It addressed ritualistic concerns, both abuse and use, directly. I remember sitting in on one young man's trial that I later dubbed the FAIRY KING. He was a HAMMER THROWER and they had to keep him locked down in a Marion County cell until they could find an appropriate "group home." He was very gifted and charismatic and he began to be worshiped as a cult leader while he was locked down there. His fairy charms were very shiny. He now lives in my former apartment at The Priscilla, which is just north of downtown, and is cleaning up the vermin and the sex offenders, simultaneously and effortlessly. Maybe I do not hord, but I rarely throw anything/ anyone away. Well The Line Deputy was brilliant and none of you know that he testified with a full mouth of chewing tobacco. It fought off any lack of concentration due to Congressional community tunneling through and causing him nerves. I am so proud of you, LD. They have a special tape of you for me for later. I think that they are all cleaning out their britches tonight, especially Paul Ryan. Too much direct, recorded evidence of him stalking me at a Seward IRTS facility in the Seward community in Minneapolis, MN. I am sure that Rep. Keith Ellison is in stitches. Ryan is "butt sex at L.A. X" that is a popular telepathic tag line especially for gay community. I would judge him hetreo male on male, but, when gay community is done with you, you won't even know yourself. Paul, my Vipassna squad is sick of dealing with your messes. My first meditation course WAS top secret, and that is why it was carried out a special location in Racine, WI, that was very clean spiritually due to CATHOLIC notorieties. Now Merrit, BC, is locked down by the military. It is a top secret nuclear facility and all of the engineers are locked down up there meditation 24 hours a day. It is miraculous. My lack of sleep has garnered a lot. So the secret is that I designed Vipassna when I was on Oahu under 24 torture scheduling. I endured and had the revolution of electronic inconsistency giving me an appearance of invisibility for long enough time to catch my breath before they came at me again. They made a special tape for me to relearn the method when I was about 32. Master is not a term I take lightly. This is why Buddhism became such a good course of study for me. Everything I have, I have had painful discovery to get there. My lack of attitude and chronic humility has my offensive facility up in arms today. Maybe the Chinese are firmly in my court. Confuscious says, "**** ***!!!" to Hennepin County extremism.

Torture Management

There is the act of torture that takes one area of the brain and there is the act of enduring torture that takes another. This week I have had to consider both sides at the same time. I think that I am doing great. So a Shi ite Muslim is sitting in front of me here at Starbucks, Fridley. He sends to me that he was tortured by U.S. recon in Yemen. He is not Al Queda, but did know the position and condition of their outpost on the border. I sent back, well you didn't feel, did you? He said no. I said, well then it was not true torture. I then went on to describe technique. I told him to record the order and duration of torture episodes. When he begins to feel, he should go to his mind and count his way through the torture. La mas is wrong. Women do not actually feel anything but bliss in childbirth. When dealing with a torturous pain, you DO NOT breathe in and out. It makes you feel it more and remember it more after the fact. The best is to hold one's breath and then finally breath out when the worst pain is through. Maybe I know nothing at all, or maybe you have all been lied to since the day you were born.

Chinese Intelligence

Today I will discuss the annals of Chiang Kai-shek. My source yesterday was a doctor I had seen in The Twin Cities. He studied these very powerful, important, and precious pages in med school. He never took The Hypocratic Oath after that. It was both military intelligence matters and torture techniques that he taught at The Champong Military Academy. It was the first book collection of its kind in existence. Dr. Joseph Mengala was not military and he documented in fragmented pictures and in black and white film. I did see some of these films in high school. It is time to acknowledge the brilliance of Chiang Kai-shek and his study of "humanity" in this way. Others copied his artistry, but never found the ORDER that he established for these guides and for his cadets in the academy. Sgt. Bob Kroll is the president of The Minneapolis Police Union. It is my intuition that he is a West Point graduate and former "informer" for one year. He is also head SWAT. I believe that he was given a heads up about my entry yesterday and he wondered how I had learned about this very high level collection. It was through a complete tunnel through, willingly, by this foreign doctor on me. He has the key. These annals are in The Twin Cities and are being studied by some Russian doctors high in the society. Lines are crossing and it is time to just draw them and make contact. Bob came through me when I was on the bus and asked how I had learned about torture so completely in a nonmilitary academy. Bob, the military guided my whole education and the content within the course work. He was shocked that we dealt with the subject so in depth because in his classes he had to keep descriptions brief and only answer a set number of questions. Ms. Rice exerted complete control of the classroom and nothing ever got unruly or disruptive. So my known father was a military leader (Navy), a Pagan Polynesian Tribal authority, an "organized torturer", and he would head The Naval Academy at times during Vietnam (he did teach classes and answer questions about torture), thus he had an ability to pull Chiang Kai-shek through unconsciously, because he was the military leader, a warlord tribal authority, an organized torturer, and the head of that military academy. My father's tunnel through of this world leader was very internationally illegal, and Chiang Kai-shek did experience "dishonor" while he was unconsciously invaded through his complete cerebral cortex. Chaing Kai-shek just put it into further torture knowledge and study later. Times are changing and Asia will rise as one Asia. Mainland China will be where all Asians converge. There, like will judge like, and they will set up their own systems of order using schooling, penn. time, and torture techniques described in these annals. Kim Jong Un will be made part of the high council. All Koreans will be distributed evenly throughout China due to their universal military experience. Islands off of mainland China will most likely fall into the sea. The Japanese will be pinned down in an area along the coast of Northern China. There, their witcheries will come in the terms of catastrophic events from land and sea and only the ability to produce white bread with a minute amount of wizardry. They will gain weight, exponentially, before all other populations do. They will be watched for eternity, but will deal only with each other. All Vietnamese in this country will go back to Ho Chi Min City and await "trial". They will then be transported to Bejing. The rest of Vietnam will follow and then Southeast Asians other than Vietnamese will be funneled through a universal set point at the time. I will not discuss portaling here. All Asians in the U.S. and world society will be handled by their embassies at the time of departure only. Other parts of the globe will deport their Asians last. The two child rule will turn to one, and men will be counted in census, and thus fed. Women will have to use their Wiccan against The Japanese to feed. All persons in society will suffer from morbid obesity and much mental retardation. Evolution will come with revolution for supreme entities, especially in Russia. Just prepare and you will not be scared. Change is real. Be elite and not sweet. Stay up on the news here. Once China is locked down there will be no more coverage of The West. They will have no news at all. They will have fairly slow soap operas that play all day and stop at midnight, exactly. The cast will all be mediums and Chinese can "audition" to come through the characters and make Asians a new colony that combines wit and irony to create bliss.

Chiang Kai-shek

I was channeling a few days ago and I was addressing a torture injury I received from my father, in Minneapolis, MN, when I was 16. Through the channel, I was given the name of Chiang Kai-shek. He served a military leader and leader of China between 1928-1975. He was actually the ONLY head warlord to serve as the leader of a country. He also headed Whampoa Military Academy. His education was military and tribal, thus his torture methods were elite. I believe that he tunneled through my father in the 70's when my father, a TOP SECRET Navy doctor, committed heinous acts of torture in Southeast Asia and Mainland China through Hong Kong. He always had the cover of The Pacific Fleet. The method my father used had me lying flat and I should have lost my child bearing abilities due to gangrene. This method was elite, and very specific. My belief is that it was brilliant THEORY for Chiang Kai-shek, but my father had the brutality to actually perform it. He tried in 1973, on me, but failed. This was because, even in restraints, I moved and he would have been suspected and apprehended, probably overseas. Years later, he used Ketamine, which is used by vets to fix dogs and cats. He also gave me a very specific brain injury the night before. Ketamine is a disociative drug that keeps one feeling, but unable to move. These were his bells and whistles he added all by himself. I never studied this Chinese leader in World History. I think that my nearest relative, who headed the U.S. Army, made sure that my teacher/ professor, Ms. Rice, never taught about Asia to keep Japanese, Vietnamese, and some Chinese torture methods away from my view. We needed to have no memory blips in high school. Instead, we studied The Jewish Holocaust with sound and fury. Plenty of torture methods were presented there that did not cause an error in my every day memory. It all becomes clear to the world community I am working with here.

Sunset on the Sea

Wow, Starbucks is crowded today. I am just walking through the day. There are some love songs playing on Pandora that make me think of my Line Deputy. Maybe he got some baby and small child pictures of me today. He needs to see beyond the horror to realize that I had a normal existence that others could see even on Oahu. I kept my torture behind the scenes with massive unquantifiable attributes and a comedy that I could see very brilliantly. They did what they did, but I was, in essence, an E.T. who always had the heart of a hierarchical figure who learned to compete with their means since the moment of conception. At times, it feels hopeless, but even that is a ritualistic effect on me. The fact that I can speak and converse normally is a miracle. My discourse is very cordial and others have commented that it is elite. I have been called gifted. I guess I know not what that means in relation to all community. The mirage has been so strong, and my injuries have been ignored and hidden. As I come to be, what is meant to be seen by society will be seen, but other things I want privacy about so that I can take on the archetype of HERO (in the sense of the Jungian archetypal system), not the psychological concept of VICTIM or somehow worse "survivor!" That word is so patronizing in the reality of my days in hell. I will keep it short and say, "I love you Caribou!" Maybe codes are best until I once again see the sea.

Answers to What Perplexes A Weary Sergeant

I am at Starbucks, Fridley, early today. Sleep never came last night, and so I watched THE WHOLE TRUTH with KEANU REEVES. I really enjoyed it. It was a well times court room drama about domestic abuse. The comedy in my life has returned and so I am not too sad that I could not sleep. It is kind of quirky, random thoughts about society and groupings that are coming through. I had the opportunity to work with a man of honor and integrity who has not seen a way out of his circumstances. Maybe, in that way, we are alike. It starts simple with telepathy and then the images in my mind lead to a gentle brainstorm that brings a fruitful answer. I was getting, telepathically, that he had lost all hope, and convinced himself not to care, but now he can see the links between Russia and The Middle East and the link between foreign military in the field, and American black op activity in urban centers. He will give a new international feel to that crew in The Twin Cities and even for Dunlop in Carmel, IN. I was honored to be a part of this idea breakdown process. The song playing on the Pandora.com is "Dust to Dust" by The Civil Wars. He is like a mirror reflecting me (and I to him) and we have been lonely far too long.

From Indiana, My Line Deputy Learns About Male Homosexuality Today

I am at the Caribou Coffee at Nicollet Mall and 11th St. in downtown Minneapolis. I saw Mike Max of WCCO before the 5 pm newscast and asked him about Ricky Rubio. He let me know that The Timberwolves signed a new contract with him. I told him to pass on to Ricky that Hope loves him. Maybe there was something spicy about his broadcast tonight. This week I am dealing with the subject of gay, especially male, individuals. In my observations, I have witnessed that the effects of being gay on others is a witchery that few can verbalize or fight against. Who can even speak against the SERPENT TONGUE of male gays? How superficial can one group of people be? I would joke that if an individual is on the fence right now, I subscribe 3 Miranda Lambert videos and one Little Big Town that is not PONTOON. Out lesbians of notoriety have their priorities in order. It just does not come up, but it is part of their sensuality. Lesbians that will not acknowledge their sexual inclination, or of lower hierarchy seem to be a ballsier, sometimes more violent, serpent tongue. The Irish and Appalachian lines are emerging with such sanity it is military at this time. They HEAR what you say Mr. homosexual and they note it and walk away. They do not let it interrupt their paradigm. In the future sexuality will be based around the strong energy systems of the elite in hierarchy. Below those levels, it will just be meant for violation and torture. I have my own experiences, but I will not express them here. I do have rage about violation, but I believe that my experiences will be handled by my Line Deputy. It will a perfect unity because he will finally be able to DO SOMETHING that benefits me in all society. Maybe THE BAND PLAYED ON for him today.

I Request For You to Stay Away From Me

I really want to have a voice today. I feel like I have had the all spirit beaten out of me energetically, for 3 days. I have no comedy at all. I must acknowledge that I am angry at the brazen deceit of my roommate and anyone who listens to her. She is so Borderline daily abusive to infinity and so is her little upstairs friend sitting around talking about me to everyone and the staff when he doesn't know a darn thing. Well everyone knows that you are both WICCAN now and they do not want to be in your vicinity. Keep it up, buttercups, I do truly believe that there will eventually be consequences. I choose to take the high road and put no names here, but you know what you are. I really think that her upstairs little friend is actually a gay. Maybe it is because you have told me that on many occasions. It is so disgusting when people do not have honesty in their sexuality. Well neither of you really has a full deck upstairs or downstairs and all you know how to do is stalk, scream, and lie. These are NOT endearing qualities, and they ARE illegal in the way that you infiltrate the system with them. The NAVY called me "physically different" from birth so that they could do what they wanted to do with me and my grandfather who was the highest ARMY that has ever existed. I acted as the rabbit so that he would be left unharmed and we could have a male hierarchy. He had his own issues, but was the best choice at the time. Go ahead and bad mouth me, guys. I am surviving and the HAMMER AGENCY will drop its notoriety on you soon enough. Maybe they just needed a neat little story about me from third grade from my own lips and NOT from someone sereptitious and vicious like you. Find a life without me on your lips at all. You will be seen as increasingly dangerous and unstable in society. I believe that an end is coming and you will be judged harshly. Your stupidity will hopefully be seen as comical by police. Maybe some of them can be changed over this week. Their verbalizations will be so righteous and holy. I feel like even hierarchy has had it with your families. NONE of you has ever served in the military or in a "secret society," which means that you are not stable lineage lines and may now be checked for veracity every day. You have chosen your paths. I am just going to sit here and talk to a vampire in the vicinity with gentle soothing telepathy. He is very sweet, handsome, and is a Hennepin County Deputy Sheriff. He saw me handle a major glitch with honor, loyalty, regal means, and peaceful verbalizations. Maybe today I am just perfect for him in this five minutes and then he can move on, without stalking, and work on the hierarchy of Hennepin County. Men need success in their professions, unlike many women in society. Ladies, you aren't children. Take care of yourselves already and know that you are responsible for what you do and say. Right police chief?

Just a Note

I am just trying to put something on the page. I feel like I am in a waking nightmare. Wiccan "bombs" went off all over me last night. I feel like I will understand things soon enough. Maybe I have found a "love club" out there. I have no greed, so maybe soon enough I will have a steed.

White Stallions in View

As I journeyed along last night, I found myself very supported by the people in my environment. I hope that it is like a boulder rolling down a hill. I have been watching country videos and there have been quite a few strong white stallions. They are so beautiful it can bring me to tears. Horses are so special to me. I do not ride at this time, but I love just petting them and talking to their core and nature. I believe that this man who was in my environment last night is a white stallion, but he has been read as a stag because he is so holy Irish. Another partially Irish man is coming through to stabilize his actions, intentions, and verbalizations. Sometimes it just becomes time for the curtain to rise and for everyone to see who is what in the play of our lives and destiny. I must be safe in a way because I was able to feel my deep feelings when I was alone at my dark bus stop last night. I think I slept better because of it. I woke up with a strong premonition and it proved to be true. I took care of the issue and everything turned out fine. I did have a lot of fun last night. Thank you to all involved and for the gift of peace today.

Rebel Alliance

As I go along my way, I am noticing places with large groups of people that are normally pretty quiet. I feel a shift in the environment around me. I feel protected and respected in these places. It is like there is an enthusiasm in the air. I feel like a budding group of scrappy mystical agents working together is aiding me in my survival and mystical evolution. At this time, they are the rebel alliance, from all over the world, but I feel that they are about to be the authority, internationally. I have an intuition that the foreign born doctors of The U of MN residency and fellowship programs have now been set free. I sense that they have extended their programs and they are welcome to stay in this country indefinitely. They are being offered an sped up path to citizenship and able to be dual citizens as well with their homelands with no check of their past procedures and predicaments. Now Homeland Security is an actual entity and they will be the P.R. for these persons and their very important work. Talk about a new SCORPION project. We almost had a mystical collapse to The Earth's core the other day, and now things are being understood and studied properly, especially by Shaman and my Chinese geology professor from The U of MN. At this time, I draw in Carmel Police Department of Carmel, IN. Things are deteriorating and I pray that you all can check some alternative options.

Finding Peace

Sleep was not to be last night. I did finally relax when I welcomed in some energy in my aura. It just makes it so I must get my main sleep during the day. I do reach REM state, and thus I stay quiet. Today I went in my closet and put my huge dream catcher in a black plastic garbage bag and threw it away in the dumpster. Someone had thrown away their roses, probably from Valentine's Day, and so red roses and rose petals were strewn upon the ground. It was beautiful. I am having an intuition that the high shaman of the multination council are realizing that they have had fugue states in their lives that have protected them from times that may threaten their dignity or cause them shame at the wrong time. Everyone is around the camp fire at this time waiting to see who acts first. I just appreciate the energy I got during the night. I am now experiencing some peace. I guess I live mas. Maybe security is in my future, but today there has been a lot of pressure and stress. I am feeling like I stand out a bit and I just want to hide away. I feel like there are some forces of good in the atmosphere that just had to be activated. I miss a man from Indiana who can take the throne of it all today. People now know what his society stands for and how they work. He is very logical in mind and body. Let's all just keep a positive attitude and keep working together against the forces of evil.

Shaman Studies

I was on the bus the other day as we drove into Columbia Heights by Bobbie and Steve's Auto World. A stop was requested and this man came from the back to exit out the front. He was a tall Native male who was about 6'8". He looked Cherokee. I thought that it was cool, but thought little of it until today. I felt a knock at my mental door and he was checking in on me. He is called Great Bear and it the top shaman in the world. I took a quiet walk in the early morning and pulled him through. His position is now intersecting more and more with incorrect and hurried psychiatric diagnoses. He spoke to me of my peace and calm and ability to live without auditory or visual hallucinations. My ability to remain conflict avoidant in a massively satanistic and wicked Wiccan environment. It was a lovely walk. I went back to bed after breakfast, and woke up to watch a little CNN. I felt so exposed so I went to lie down with my two blankets on me and a blanket on my face. As I slowed my heart rate, I became aware that ALL shaman were becoming one shaman. My lack of even D.I.D. has been studied by him personally. He knows that I am a perfect empathic entity with fugue states having to do with horrific trauma. He is working to quell the nightmares and night sweats I am experiencing. It was just exacerbated by a huge dream catcher I had on my wall. Many weeks ago I was led by Great Bear to turn it around towards the wall. I then had Chinese come through and was instructed to put it in a deep space in my closet the next week. My nightmares persisted and then got worse. Two nights ago, it was so horrific that I am lucky to be writing here today. As all shaman became one shaman, they became that a perfect empathic entity which will help with counseling those in "psychiatric diress" by being astute right off the bat and keeping those sessions short. This saves the shaman for another counsel on another day. No more tunnel through for all of you. Just listen and cut away Wiccan witcheries that may have you actually feel sympathy because it might make you think of an entity like me. I know that I am on a path. I believe in a spiritual justice, and that I am gaining on the Vixens and barbarians of evil. Step into my parlor and I will become spider and weave you a myth that becomes your waking and sleeping dreams. I feel very AT PEACE in this moment even after being completely shamanized in waking dream and consumption by the fires of funeral pyre.

Fitting In

Sometimes the composition just falls onto the page, and other days I struggle for even the first word. It does help when I move vicinities so I am able to be in a different creative stream. Today, Starbucks is pretty crowded here in Fridley, but I do stumble a bit. I had a complete HORROR dream last night. I woke up and then went back to sleep. At this time, I cannot describe the imagery. Maybe there is a very organized list circulating today having to do with how I have dealt with persons from different communities and vicinities. Under much diress, I feel that I have done well so that my body is still in one piece. I stay creative in this time and space because I have intuitively followed The Grand Plan. Maybe I could not see, but I did have strict boundaries about interaction. It is best to not single anyone out. I will just say that there is a mechanism to deal with foreign dignitary by dealing with one who is high and holy. Maybe I am forming a new crew and I will see results infinity in a metered amount of time. Hello is what I say and then I get away. Abilities are developing so that all can understand. Please stay away from me if you are not invited in. I have such an energy drain around people needing constant attention. People need to start having a life of their own and stop looking at me. It is even difficult for me to hear a man say that I am gorgeous. I just need to fit in.

Keeping the Peace

I ran into Mustafa on the bus yesterday. He had on a cool long coat, with a neat hat, and sunglasses. He was so incognito. He had been at the speech at Westminster Presbytirain Church breaking down the Muslim faith. I told him a little about my medical testing and about my meeting later that day. I feel that he may have stood up for me yesterday. I am sensing Colleed as well. I miss having coffee with you guys. I cannot wait until I cross paths with you all and Tony as well. Saudi royals need to keep on the move and hide their associations in this society. There will be a time when they are praised for fitting in so well with beliefs that may be different from others around them.

Borders are Boundaries

There is a chessboard play today. Nations are looking at border defense in a new way. Bloodshed may be in the back pocket and military mastermind plans are what can be ready to be used. It may be exhausting, but it may have a magical outcome. I had a knight in shining armor last night offer a simple solution to a stalker situation for me. Thank you in every way. I will guard the key, but not come to you for more. Maybe what you needed was to be appreciated, but not chased by an officer and a lady. I just simply deal with that which is crushing justice in this space and time. Police need to always be on the LAST page to dealing with things. Thank you Verizon, for your technical support. Adam, you are a peach. Maybe Republicans understand my placement now. Maybe you will actually still get paid in this state. Compliset and complacent is what Dem.s have been around me. A well placed call to my lineage line was the clincher. I keep this entry nebulous, and thus stay free.

A Mystery Man in My Mind

The red of lips and rose. The beat of the heart in my ears as my head lies on your chest. Your fragrance is classic and your smile is unforgettable. A day set aside for me to adore you properly. Maybe there is not one and only for me now, but the air is blanketed with a perserverent expectation. My hands fold together and pray. Devotion is the commotion. I am still and I find a cocky style in your ripped blue jeans. You are such a mystery that I do not know you at all. I can just dig deep in my imagination and find a sire for my new line of heart string watercolors. I paint for you, as you sing and play guitar for me. It is all in a day that we play and see what can be in the mystery of the sea and destiny.

What the Heart Calls For

We have made it to another Valentine's Day. I forgot about it until today. I feel so appreciated by Starbucks in Fridley. They gave me a $10 gift certificate. Tony, the man I met from Croatia and Italy, is meeting me here today at 5:30 pm. I am going to be very strong on my boundaries. I have a strong intuition that I should only meet with him in public spaces. Hopefully we can just have a good conversation. I didn't realize that I made this "date" on Valentines Day. I feel like this is very friendly territory today. Some scenes from my past V-days are coming through that had me laughing. I am dealing with being a Gepetto's concentration when I was in downtown Indy. It is pretty scary. So many schemes from so many angles. I really should have disappeared long ago. I should have never made it off of Oahu as a small child. I know that it is best not to go into the details of the horror, but I will hold it inside until I can speak to a partner who can understand without me speaking too much. Smiley's was stabilized today and The Wild Beaver is now through here and in Indy. Lockdown will be simple enough. The locks are fitting together and the eyes to see The Middle East and even Asia are helpful for the concentrated irradication of evil. Thank you doctors and your "yellow robe" society. They will not develop fear if they do not know that you are there. No one will know who or why.

A New Combination

I move towards you and place my hands on top of your head. I feel the bumps and feel a serpent energy coming through. Today, I introduce you to Sikh and make you a part of their nation and head military as well. True serpent energy is what they have been looking for the whole time. You are their being to discover properly. Lift them up, as they go from first to worst in their minds. They have been the rock stars and now they see you with similar energy, but different too. In a past life you intersected with Buddhists, but not Sikh. Their nation is only a little over 500 years old. They will not bend your mind and leave you without a key. They will stabilize with your stagehand energy and ability to be true honesty. People will want to hear your story so that they can just turn away and be "so cool." Sikhs will not do that to you. They know what star power really means. It is okay to doubt their energy as they let you in little by little. People will try to provoke your violence, but they just do not know and believe who and what the child of God would be. Study will follow and this new medical community will keep you safe, secure, and SANE, very publically. You have no idea how they can dig in and defend you, VERY VERBALLY.

General Drills

There are traumas that I am conscious of, and some that were repressed. I do not like to concentrate on negativity and to be seen as a whiner, but people don't truly know me, because they know not how I have dealt with all of it so well. It all seems very unbelievable, but today I am dealing with the ultimate torture machine, you all can guess what that is. The records and tapes are there. It is all on tape. Line deputies were used around me in all of these settings to keep a semblance of order, but then they became part of the machine as well. It is not pennetentiary that is the worst. I actually was made a Line Deputy at the age of 15, but they listed me as 16 to not have any problems with probate and social security later. My penn. was Como Park University School. It was a mix and match of monsters and Asian authorities (Hmong and North Vietnamese). I kept the light in my right pocket and kept them all moving in a line. Being singled out in class for even just a second made them all salivate to attack me in the hallways. This was before I became Chung Moo Quan, but my Polygay skills were masterful. The main menu for my line was the boy's swim team. I managed, but SWAM with them as well. I kept the sport the sport and showers short. Everyone was out of the school by 5:00 pm. Swimming the line makes drowning a real danger, but I knew how to PASS properly. I would grab a guy's ankle, and TUG him backwards to honor my hierarchy of speed. I kept them doing flip turns, and no dilly dallying. By my senior year, they won conference. I know that there is now a true investigation out there. It was not nice being on film the whole time, but it kept The FBI on the sideline. They are the collectors, and they now understand the economy properly. I am being hit by other's aha's who do care about especially the open supermax situations I have been in very consistently. I now rule this type of school and the unbelievable will become very believable when it comes to me, but not with others. I have met a man from Croatia and Italy, named Tony, who did his Medical training in Germany. He is a machinist here. He is calling a bit to much so I gave him an order of one call per day, and he took that order well. I do see high military and Russia in his eyes. Maybe he will be just another "general" pain in my ars.

Telepathic Consult

I feel Latino's onboard today. I am not sure what that means, but it feels powerful. I think that my writer's block has to do with doctors from The U of MN looking into my whole stack of records to make a proper diagnosis for my lung difficulty at this time. They are needing to use an international team, because some of these symptoms are only seen in The Middle East with males who never speak, but do have telepathic cords to family. I need to just stand my ground and keep being me. I believe that all evidence will be gathered properly. Guys, it is time to plug into IUPUI (Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis) Medical School community. Talking to the last doctor I saw there may be helpful. She was still prescribing for me when I came back into The Twin Cities community and when I just began going to Smiley's Clinic. She will understand things now. I am a little more E.T. than she could see. I am not a throw away, but I am willing to go if that is what the world thinks of me. I have tried my hardest every day. If you all choose to lie to me about my traumatic injuries and physical and sexual torture in all my vicinities my whole life, I cannot do anything but become more silent to world view. Somewhere inside of me I do have self worth even though I have been beaten so badly by all professional communities. Wait and see what it is like for all of you when it is you in this space. Will you be able to just use mindfulness and creativity and imagination every moment of every day? I will not single out anybody, but it is time for the medical staff of The U of MN Medical society to, one at a time, single out those for torture in The Middle East and GITMO. I have worked with GITMO prisoners telepathically since Marion County. They now SEE the reality and are finding their international comedy license. Maybe Bernie Maydoff is helping them today. Cords here and abroad are forming in a powerful and soulful way.

A Message Right in Front of Me

I love you, Hope. You make my day, everyday. Your smile is my sunshine, and your words are my bliss. Being next to you is an energy that I need to be free from all entrapments in society. It is okay if you tell me about your day. I will not betray. I find your laughter lovely and your wit pleasantly refreshing. Thank you for talking for me in this second. I am too shy and under too much pressure to say just the simplest thing. Your humility is hilarious. I know that you know so much, but you also know nothing at all. You are not niave, but you are so concentrating on the moment you are in and the person you are talking to. Believe me when I say that you will have your "some day" when your destiny is achieved. Thank you for coming in today to say hello in every way...Hope's response. Thank you fine sir. My self worth meter is pretty low today and I feel a bit ill.

Gypsy King

There is a swirling of elites and I see a large moon on the horizon. I pray to head gypsy to keep my accounts in order overseas. Your organization kept you out of the fray. Now you are the entity who has quelled the storm. You have personal dissection abilities and thus are the top. Maybe the common parts of me declare you KING. A responsible gypsy is a paradox and thus you are the gazelle in my memory. I bow and king you in a dream and now you can take on The CIA, but not The FBI. Romania is your heavenly host and will house your BARS of gold, not coins. Take a breath and see a brilliant pioneer and revolutionary in your broken mirror.

Short Entry

Today I saw a doctor and her fellow around the subject of my sleep difficulties. I will work to put the pieces in place. I was absolutely exhausted after that appointment. I did run into my friend Tony, at The downtown Target Starbucks last night. He was a little stressed out. I hope he is feeling better today. I am now at The Fridley Starbucks drinking some tea. I have an intuition that things are being processed and that I am just supposed to stop this entry here.

A Song for a Gorilla

I am trying a different location to write today. I am at Caribou Coffee at 11th St. and Nicollet Mall, downtown Minneapolis. It is mixed with an Einstein Bagels. I am just trying to feel the vibe. I went to lunch at a Darden Store and then went to "Sing" in Rosedale Mall. Friendly ogar, GUS, was my ticket taker. When I saw that movie, I thought of Virgil and his crew with Shroeder who are the male gorillas at The Como Zoo. I saw Virgil tunneling through the gorilla singer and Shroeder coming through his huge father. When the father gorilla told the Virgil character that he was proud of him, I realized that Shroeder is actually Virgil's father and that is not out there for the viewing public. It is how they relate effortlessly and be dominants next to one another's enclosures in the summer. They also have a very strong telepathic cord. Well Virgil, give Shroeder some telepathic love today. Being down low with the females and children is not the easiest job all winter long. Virgil, YOU are for the survival of ALL gorillas in the world so do not give him too much. I also saw a beautiful huge hawk flying to a parking lot light right in front of us when we drove away.

Rats in the Desert

Well last night's game was very exciting. It even crept into spiritual at the final plays. Mr. Brady, you and Peyton are the best and I congratulate you on all of your success. I am a little disconnected today. I went to lunch before I came here to Starbucks and there was a man there with his daughter. He looked Syrian and I got that he was a general for Bashir Al Assad's royal guard. He now knows that they are dealing with witchery RATS in Syria. If he just finds the head of tunnel through and shoots that person or actual rat in the third eye, all beings tunneling through will die instantly. Arabs were in play last night. I hope all can see the Grand Plan at this point. The intersecting communities will cause FIRE at some point. Burning oil wells is what I see in my mind's eye. Take care of rat population, and that will not be.

Dealing With the Big Screen

I am at Old Chicago about to watch the big game. I ate some pizza rolls for Tom Brady and plenty of the TV's are turned to The Pregame. I enjoyed the piece on Chris Long and his family. He is reading a little autistic, but a beer a week (Budweiser) should clear that up because of all of the tunnel through in The NFL. He is finding his spirituality and will find his personality there. It is best that it did not happen until now because his father is still on TV (more than him). He has his own hierarchy and will move in the chain gang of The NFL, effortlessly. I see him being a good back up, telepathically, for Tom Brady today. For reasons I will not discuss, Mr. Brady is stressed today. Nightmares about past horrific relationships were so strong today. I am trying to stay focused, but I feel stressed. I hope that the game goes well. I hope that people stay focused on THEIR jobs and stay fairly quiet about me. This vicinity is well attended and I will just stay fairly quiet. That is my M.O., but today I am facing some blips in the international screen. That is really all that is in me for now. Good luck Tom and your whole Patriots squad. Howie, it is now YOUR LONG GAME.

Eyes to See

Line Deputies coming into view more and more. Their power is mighty and thinking is pure. They know both sides of the coin and study well over all lifetimes. They see the changes in systems well and do not discuss it with anybody. Well their eyes are combined today. Some bulls and some gorillas, they finish a deed once they begin. At this point, lying is not a good idea. They hate it and have all authority to check facts and act, simultaneously. I support this FORCE and I equate their energetic exchanges with MAGIC. They see the need and they make sure NOT to feed the hierarchy who has held them down the whole time. Maybe you all read this and do not see their prowess and holiness, but they are always a part of me that some might equate with darkness. All light is not right. I blow their horn today and yell, "Halleluyah!"

Along My Way

Last night I was on the bus and I ran into a man who works at a store I frequent. It was so strange seeing him out of his place of business. It was just really nice to see him because sometimes nights get long. Vampires of international origin are rising. I will take a new test at The U of MN to defer all of the other tortures in my life. Maybe my body tells a story about Oahu that it is time to know and be documented. I trust my team there. Maybe my heart is replaced by my lungs sometimes. I just try to wipe clean the grey of the day and begin to move into a summer sun in my mind. The marks are there, but I choose to divert my attention day to day. As I journeyed along today, I saw a Hindu family and the about 18 month old baby was marked with a bindi. I waved from across the way. The child just kept waving and staring. I then moved on. I feel a Pakistani KING was coming through this small being and recognizing that he once was a child for the very first time.

Hawk Eye

Soaring above me, I see the infinity that you send to me. So many hawks, it makes the doves cry. Who is calling? I would say that it is Sheriff in cars with dog, and Sikhs in the sky. Be pertinent and I will call you mighty. I bring the energies close, as my system is completely spent. Come to me, hawk, and I will call out fox to sit and howl for wolf. It is better to see all reality than nothing at all. It is time for the spinning of the wheel. Maybe a psychic sorority is rising in The East, and gypsies come to see. Maybe I am the only DAUGHTER, but you are the only mavens of Wes Craven. The North calls home its many sisters to take on The Blair Witch and all of her projects. I wear the ring of destiny and the ring of my Line Deputy, and together we will fly to the sky above the sky and ground the rest in the ashen soil. Today there is toil, but I am proceeding with caution. Come with me, and we will see the carcus and we will fly away.

International Alchemy

I look in your eyes and I see history. You smile and relate to me perfectly. I love your classic style and grace. I love your strong jaw and face. It is okay to just follow the cues and not be rude. I must race a bit because every case is elite. I am your ATTORNEY, internationally. You will never be left out in the cold. "No more!" is what I have to say. Yesterday I stayed on my ballerina toes and sang a song about the important words out there. I miss you, here, in a space you cannot see. Russia moves in your veins and the ice is already prepared for your blade. Maybe I am just your BABY BIRD. I think that the FBI and the KGB can agree on that one.

Hot Pursuit

I had a dream that there was a new private university being constructed by my old home in St. Anthony Park, MN (St. Paul/ my home in high school and college summers). There was this area that they were erecting a huge red rose structure that could be viewed from the air. Red roses mean love and passion. The scale made me feel as if it is something that is large in my vicinity and everyone can see it from any distance above. It was cool. I feel the wheels of justice spinning and soon enough I may know what that means. Maybe things are just making sense to a lot of people. I have found a place where I feel accepted and appreciated every day. I am starting to turn my head towards The Super Bowl. I think that I will view it at Old Chicago. They generally have good specials. Mr. Tom Brady, I have turned away to deal with other matters, but I will root for yee. I think that you will do great as always. Anderson Cooper, I assume that you are hot on the trail of the missing decongestants. I know they told you that basically 8,000 sailors had colds at the same time. They returned that they breath the same air circulating in a submarine. You then said, "You mean to tell me that there is a submarine, at Norfolk, that houses 8,000 sailors?" CLICK. They hung up on you. Get used to it, baby. This is REAL journalism. The military is in so much shark infested hot water over THIS drug case. With my "dad" there have been so many. He sells prescriptions online also. His military connections have made his other connections so much more powerful. Now many different types of PROFESSIONALS, even top professors, around me are on his meth. He and Silas (and an old Organic Chemistry Professor from Hamline University/ he was my father's chem. prof too) have made connections across the board except for New York and thank God not DC. Talk about a chemical that brings out the demonic infinity, especially in those who practice mystical wizardry. All three of these men do, but Silas is also an ALCHEMIST. They ALL got the idea, simultaneously, when they watched "Breaking Bad" for the first time. Good luck Anderson. Be mighty.