Aristotle and Plato

Nathaniel is my physical therapist and he has an intern.  It is important that I read that your intern is actually the reborn entity St. Francis of Assisi.  Birds may start to act hostile towards him this week, but it will pass.  I also got, after working with him in the pool, that he is also PLATO.  (Intern, I would think that you are against the belief in reincarnation, thus this thought may be offensive to you.  Just think of Jesus and how we have believed that he would rise again.  Then think of the hierarchy that exists around the editing and publishing of religious work.  Higher hierarchy is that who will question the thought of those who are not a hierarchical part of this revolutionary time.  Could you not entertain that you are a high enough entity that you would be reborn like the idea of Christ?)  Nathaniel, you are Aristotle, who was the first real Greek philosopher and his student was Socrates.  Socrates was an open channel, but not gifted with profound thought.  Plato then came at the right time to define reality and society as a student of Socrates.  You had different approaches, but the writings of Aristotle in that day will be more in accordance with your religious belief system of here and now.  Just let him verbalize.  Then BE A MENTOR, and tunnel through to have him say that you both have different thought processes and systems, but the aim is the same.  It is to form a society to protect beings who are hierarchically strong and Godly.  NEVER question his theology.  Lift him up, and his physical energy body will feed the system there, at Courage Center, that is depleted.  Intern, you are doing great, thus I guard your privacy with anonymity online, and give all of the predators to Nathaniel to handle with his strong abilities, integrity, experience, family, and religious community.  Good luck to both of you.

Dreams From Far Away

There is such a power in dream life.  Last night I had my cat, Triumph, who has passed, in my dream and my former dog, LILLY, too.  It was very powerful.  Lilly was so happy.  I find it is difficult for me to write today, but I just turned my sight their way.  Triumph was a fluffy tortoise shell cat, and she was so elegant.  I adopted both of them from The Golden Valley Humane Society.  I just made a call to my sister to try and find some kind lines to put in print.  I feel like I am fairly telepathically deaf today.  The Starbucks, in Fridley, is absolutely packed.  I might be over contacted, and thus my system shuts down.  It is time to see all realities in vicinity.  There are no persons with paramount notoriety in this space, so I choose to not pick up too much.  I did tell my sister about the Chinook helicopter that I saw, in Blaine, yesterday.  She thought that was interesting.  I also told her about the night Blackhawk helicopter drills done in downtown Minneapolis a few years ago for 4 days.  She thought that that was strange.  They were practicing flying in between tall buildings.  They probably were working on escaping detection until strike.  WCCO TV did a report on it.  That is our local CBS station.  I listened to music on YouTube.com from Sons of Anarchy, yesterday.  The cast and crew then came through Harley riders in the vicinity.  It is actually a motorcycle gang, in the U.S., that is all 100% Irish.  The whole cast is part of it.  It is unconstitutional to have an group that is based on nationality that is why you all know nothing about its reality.  My bus driver who took me home was very special Irish, Sons of Anarchy, and a former cast member of that show.  I knew to call him sir.  My friend and military member, Ed, who I met when we were working deep cover at The Living Room, was part of the council of national Hell's Angels.  He got his Harley delivered there one night from the factory.  He did not want anyone to know where he lived.  He gave me a ride and we went back to his house.  It was my second time there.  We spilled as we drove into the driveway.  I saved the bike from a scratch with my ankle.  I should not have a left foot at all.  He was VERY grateful.  He took me to breakfast the next day.  Know that this is me, Ed.  I know that you had a cat, I don't remember her name.  Ed is KY Moonshine royalty, and he gave me my first and only shot of his prized store.  I want to just say that he was a perfect gentleman and his house was quaint, lovely, and very tidy.  It was such a break just being there for those few nights.  So, Ed, Jax from Sons of Anarchy is actually your son.  He is FBI, as well, and is a WIZ at the firing range.  He can shoot anything.  Keep Tony Thornburg, Army Ranger Sharpshooter, away from him and his family that he rears privately, in Ireland.  You are IRISH, Ed.  Be ready to go at any time.  They need your lineage line to keep them sane.  They will put YOUR Harley on a ship that you travel on.  They have their own bikes there already.  They ALL own two Harleys.  YOU and only YOU know what that means.  Hugh Hefner is still stalking you.  Call him directly, and give him a very satanistic stay away.

Cleaning Up Telepathy and Communities

I am here today and an eagle flew my way.  It is always powerful to my spirit.  There was almost bedlam today.  Good thing that we crossed paths yesterday.  I called a Zen meditation center on The East Coast yesterday.  That was a way to expose without explosives or exposure for you, I, or The U.S. Military.  I know that the way to handle things is to contact, with cordiality and creativity, and speak for a few moments until the person gives his/her tell.  Catholic monks will now be safe from Buddhist Monks' tunnel through.  Taoists will jut stay away so they can think today.  I do not see you as innocent and sweet.  You are very elite.  Go at everything you hate in Catholicism and keep your Catholic Monastery sacred.  Keep the BROTHERHOOD pure.  I see you as intellectual and a trend setter.  I put you forward for foreign doctors to aid in medical exam passage through their tunnel through wizardry( which you will keep).   You will then commence to do your rotations through Regions Hospital in St. Paul, gaining your M.D. from The U of MN.   Your residency will then be done at Regions as well.  Wait until they see what you can do with BURN PATIENT research (only research, no treatment).  I see you getting a PhD, also from The U of MN, in Philosophy, which will transition you into a new type of law degree that will have you going, on your own, internationally, against Buddhist Monks who do not act appropriately, especially sexually.  You will JUDGE their tunnel through of all in vicinity, and will do this through JAG service for the NAVY.  You are now an INSPECTOR GENERAL for The United Nations.  Out church members of ALL faiths if they disagree with any theory you make into LAW.

The Chinook Chopper FLEW Calmly Overhead

I learned to bait predators, properly, very young.  I use the term, baiting, for my practice of calling out a predator to show his/ her predatory cards, very publicly.  It is so obvious and blatant on the part of these predators, that people in the vicinity can never erase it from their memory and ignore its pure evil and present threat.  You politely give give predators the attention they need, stay calm, and then cordially walk away at just the right moment.  They then go to the whole community I have just turned away from, and they then verbalize, or show criminal behavior, that represents all of their greed, need, deceit, and type of evil predation on me or persons in authorities (primarily white males).  It centralizes their practice of vicious cruelty and keeps them out of my immediate vicinity, and also away from people who are repeatedly in my vicinity.  Forty six years of this collects the data for law enforcement communities, and military, for the exact moment that the case can be brought before a world authority with a slam dunk.  This is how one catches TUNNEL THROUGH and remote viewing predators who practice multiple types of brutal ritualisms.  So yesterday I baited my father, Tom Mayer.  I wrote in my blog for him to stay away from my niece's soccer tournament, or I will call The Minneapolis Police.  I really meant for him to stay away, but I knew that I would handle the situation well if he did return.  That is the important part because he tunnels through to infinity and beyond.  So Tom has never shown up at any hockey or soccer game, for her, when I was there.  I have been to about 8.  Well he saunters in about 5 minutes after I got there.  It then became 911.  I knew to just stand there and speak cordially to him for about 35 minutes.  While I was standing there, a Chinook military helicopter flew above and flew away.  Two other helicopters approached together after I had removed myself and gone to sit in the car.  I knew to not stress my back.  Once I got to the car, my neck tightened and felt like breaking.  He used infinity military snake WIZARDRY on me, while I stood there.  Well, Dad, you took the bait, and your forever partner in crime took the bait by NOT showing up.  I am sure that plenty of calls have been made to Minneapolis Police about my fitness, authority, and sanity by people in attendance at this special game for my niece.  You just can't stop, can you, Dad?  Now the relatives who brought me can recognize and see your tunnel through and devastation in their lives at the hands of a nasty wizard like you.  MAYBE YOU NEED SOME THERAPY, Dad.  I suggest Don Ulhorn in New Brighton.  Don, have a field day.  It is a present for just you to unwrap.  The man is heinously delusional and thinks that he is this sweet little baby.  It is just disgusting.

Thomas Mayer is NOT Welcome!!!

I am dealing with a lot of pain in my back and my elbow today.  I just had physical therapy, and I am fatigued.  I sat and just caught my breath for a few moments in the locker room and spoke with a lovely woman there who was giving me some great suggestions for sleep and fatigue.  She deals with chronic MS.  Unlocking the trunk with my father in it is leaving me fairly dissociative.  I can feel him hunting me again.  Dad, BACK OFF!  We are just not going to deal with you today.  Being the top cult leader in the whole world is not going to be a good thing anymore.  Your sleazy is showing, even at Sandstone Penn. where you choose to work.  Any of you can find him there inhaling their narcotics Monday thru Friday in the days.  Well Dad, the Navy paid your portion of my Hamline University bill.  You took the money and then wrote a personal check, always LATE, to MOM, and then wrote it off on your taxes.  Well Mr. Trump, wouldn't you say that that is TAX FRAUD and evasion?  Tick tock, you will deal with ALICE soon enough, DAD.  Gene Simmons, who IS a Vet from Nam and a man in the Twin Cities who skirts the streets because he led a cult in The 70's, just walked by and let me know he loved my ponytails.  No abductions today, Dad.  Gene is actually a very well accomplished PhD in Philosophy and has handled my brother behind the scenes, educationally.  He is a beautiful Cherokee Shaman.  Digs, digs, digs in your skin, Dad.  It will scar.  Your psychotic break is set for 7 pm on Thursday.  Enjoy the trip.  Hollywood has had it, and you are not welcome anywhere.  I stay away from the cops, but if you or your family, decide to show yourself in front of me, especially at my niece's soccer game this weekend, I will contact MINNEAPOLIS Police and ask if they have the restraining order I filed against you at the same time as I got one from Kurt for Greg Jenson, my former boyfriend, is still on record.  You really should not have showed up in court that day and sat on Kurt's side.  Greg IS and was DEA, and you made is life unlivable, but he has the blood in his mouth now, and that shark can BITE, very litigiously.  There is a multitude of security outside this downtown Minneapolis Starbucks.  There are three officers and the two chiefs of security standing there as I write this.  They are just leaning against the fence in the sky way.  BYE BYE NOW!!!...As soon as I published this entry, the entire security force walked away.  You all can draw your own conclusions.  I don't think that you all will feel so innocent anymore.

Sexual Predators In the Midst

Sexuality studies have been around me my whole life.  Being born in 1970, it was like a wave constantly breaking on Waikiki.  I can choose a wise mind space to discuss this very personal and painful subject for me.  I have always been uncomfortable with nudity, especially publicly.  My father was a tried and true nudist.  He started a colony, by The Old Log theater (in MN), that was tied into Minnesota entertainment scene.  It was called The Kroft.  I will keep it short and sweet and say that that is no place for a young school age child, and especially when she is the only child with many adult men.  I should never have been able to become a competitive swimmer through the YMCA at that age, but I think that is how I used the experience.  I allowed it to direct me to change quickly in the girl's locker room.  I still use it today.  I made it military in my mind.  People around me loved to go at my modesty by telling untrue tales of nudity, even in Hawaii.  I would just eschew this public humiliation, and say nothing or smile and change the subject.  Unhealthy cults were also part of the scene.  My father began to lead a Satanistic Pagan cult right off of Waikiki at The Kodak Hula show.  They honored him with the prize of a military grade Nikon camera in a silver explosion proof case, for shots of Vietnam, right off the line.  It was the first Nikon in existence.  Sexual abuse was apart of every day and night, so it became deeply embedded in the structure of the family, the neighborhood, and/ or any organization I came into contact with.  My father would not stop.  He wanted everyone to have the memory that as soon as I stepped into the scene, things became sexually abusive.  Of course it was me.  He did this through speech, group trance, and tunnel through situations that were specifically chosen from him studying remotely through remote viewing.  This was on top of nightly, very exhausting, molestation.  When questioned, he would always claim it was military.  The Navy, and my family, backed his authority.  What I say today is, "Dad, was it worth it?  That is your legacy.  Are you proud of yourself?  I do know how you verbalize my abuse, by you and others, in a completely hubris manner."  I studied, and today I say that the best way to view sexuality is DANGEROUS in this time and space.  I have been tested, and I have passed the tests on my own merits while facing great adversity.  Once the hierarchy begins to be separated, energetic sexuality experiences will begin to have safety connected to them.  They will also be more nourishing and spiritual.  After everything, I still believe in an order to The Universe, and I maintain a strong spirituality with a strong God, spiritual law, and a Masterful Grand Plan.  Diseases will stabilize, and charlatan sexuality will be swiftly dealt with.  Be a lesbian if you wish, or be a married couple, but stay away from new experiences.  Domestic abuse is on the rise, especially in royal lesbian relationships.  It is because the royal entities are higher than their mates.  Everybody keep your eye on the prize.  Judgments will be fast and furious.  Military matters will be handled by the few military that we actually have.  Do not think, either way, about male homosexuality at all.  Use chakra research and moderate masturbation to handle the energetic needs of the body, the mind, and the psyche.  If you decide to be with someone, discuss DISEASES first (but not pregnancy), and it may stop the situation all together.  I have had to live a life with my father approaching me in abusively through medical channels and through even just men on the street.  I have never prostituted, but I have dealt with a very severe form of sexual slavery and molestation, at times, by MANY in a vicinity.  The day I was born, I began to learn, and became the instrument for The Grand Plan.  Though so many have tried to take my dignity, I have prevailed even if I do not feel that way.  I use wise mind to stay above The Frey.  At the end of the day, though women have, even ritualistically, abused me, sexually, I am HETEROSEXUAL, and to say otherwise of me is a sin and a form of ultimate molestation.  I am just strong enough to be complimentary to even the most abusive of women.  Dad get away.

Fire In Me

FIRE, I call you into play today.  When I was in Indy, they were studying the paralysis I was suffering from.  I introduced the main Fire Station, by the historical society, to the study of The Chakra system.  It was a vampiric fire house at the time and all white.  I knew that I had to be INVITED in.  I was, and I dropped off a chakra lecture that they should give to the firehouse, and to IUPUI grads looking into law, law enforcement, and fire and rescue.  Later, this house lost its edge by integrating.  They knew after that that brought sexuality into their space.  These black firemen would not stop, and would not do drills properly.  When people's lives are on the line, race, age, sexual orientation and sex should not be left to affirmative action.  Trying to sleep during a loud orgasm is disgusting.  I passed by the window one night and I heard an African American fireman having extended and loud sexuality IN THEIR COMMON AREA.  I encourage you Caucasian, especially from South Dakota, fire departments to get a hold of the Courage Center ASAP.  I had a private evaluation with the head of South Dakota fire one night at my apartment.  It is time to stand up for your rights, guys.  People need to stand on their merits.  The study you all did is complete.  It is four breaks from caning around birth at Pearl Harbor by adult U.S. Marines.  It could be a daily occurrence and I had no behavior anomalies to call for this action.  It is just time fore people to stand up against military anomalies around them their own life and existence.  There will be payment for people's sins.  L. Aldrich, you are IN DANGER.  Relocate to PHOENIX, AZ, immediately.  That is where a fireman died when a floor collapsed in a fire.  It was a mercy because he was gay and dating a charlatan gay who worked with me at Smokey Bones.  The pun is not funny.

Physical Therapy and Pain Management

Today we are looking at war with North Korea.  I had physical therapy, and then I took a nap.  It leaves me very drained, psychically and physically.  I awoke from these dreams and I got that my physical therapist, and me, are the prophecy of WWIII.  He knew this, about himself, all along.  I am getting that he is a U.S. Marine who served 4 tours in Iraq.  Internationally, he is the most highly awarded soldier, ever.  He knew about himself, but knew nothing about me.  In our physical therapy session, I described to him about my intersection with this medium yesterday.  I said that there is a mimicry for me with the person I am dealing with in front of me.  I had described to him that my pain had gone from my lower back to the middle back.  I now have the intuition that he was wounded there and should not be walking.  He now sees that I am dealing with his wounds and mine, simultaneously.  He finally has the communication with many sources to know about my military record in Muncie and Indianapolis.  I was all by myself, and I am female.  He had a unit and he is male.  He is ready to do what is right.  It is time to stand up for the most famous stand up artist in Asia and Persia.  It is Kim Jong-un.  He performs mainly in Seoul and then Beijing.  On a rare occasion, he does a gig in Pyongyang.  The conversation when I was in Indy, between Kim Jong-il and him, must have been hilarity.  Kim Jong-il portaled into my space and gave me instructions to pick up a North Korean warlord film at The Downtown Indianapolis Library.  It had no subtitles.  A lot of sand in that movie.  It was Kim Jong-il's personal copy of his favorite movie.  Now Kim Jong-un knows that he can do it all, and you can too, Mr. physical therapist.  We will just keep running every day and finding the answers.  His COMEDY is the prophecy, and war is the misinformation of The West.  The U.S. media and government will have to take responsibility for acts of war all by themselves because I put this on The World Wide Web today.  Maybe they will hack you all too.  It was not Russia, it was Kim Jong-un, personally, who hacked around the election.  Now he has a key to act and speak with Putin, personally.  Our STUPIDITY and false Intel made that act of diplomacy possibly.  Maybe U.S. Intel can actually learn something today instead of just making it up as you go along.  The true story is so much more interesting.

Head Rhino Is A Psychic Medium In The Twin Cities

I sat near a woman for about 1.5 hours here at Fridley, Starbucks, who I picked up is a psychic medium.  I believe she wanted to just see what LSD TV is like around me.  I got that her strongest witchery is RHINO.  It was very strong energy.  The telepathic communication, was a question and answer, but baristas began breaking in.  It made her hostile, but she then understood the scene.  She needs to keep working in the community.  It is perfectly legal.  She was mistaken thinking that I was saying that all psychic work is illegal because it is linked to sexuality.  That is not true at all, but the mistake comes when a person is discerning the different types of energy.  I suggest that working mediums get "Anatomy of Spirit", by Caroline Myss.  It teaches about the chakra system.  Myss is a fake, but most of the beginnings of the chapters are pretty on.  I also challenge them to create a strict meditation practice 30 minutes a day to clear their thoughts to be their own.  It is just sitting or lying in silence using their own hands to completely calm their energy centers.  So Jeff, GET OFF THE LINE.  Even your father does psychic work on the road.  You are messing with the WRONG people.  Even the mob won't touch this chain.  You are spreading these sexual lies, through Celia, on the Internet, and the police WILL approach you this week, and every week after that.  Your family can no longer be on the Internet because of what YOU did.  Helping abilitiless sexual offender Celia was a very firm line to not cross.  You are caught red handed and this woman is now free to experience and experiment with true comedy, telepathically.  ELI, the bartender from The Elbow Room in Indianapolis, IN, is a very gifted psychic who uses his gift to hunt predators.  He told me about playing Guitar Hero with you at Dane's apartment.  He then knew that you were working pimping out people telepathically and doing great violence to prostitutes in the community.  I hooked him up.  When people get confused, psychically, they approach me.  They have since I was a baby.  Eli is a Hawaiian God.  Good luck finding his "predators."

You Can Laugh. It Is Funny.

The way that I survive being lowly in the wilderness is by experimenting with different societies, telepathically, through comedy.  I would call it GOD COMEDY.  If I would share it directly, I would be considered as more than sac religious.  In this moment, I think of Dave Chapelle.  He really stretched the borders of comedy.  I loved when he was the blind, black Grand Dragon of the KKK.  It was so INDIANA for me.  The Sheriff there, Frank Anderson, was a black wizard of the KKK, very publicly.  In Chapelle's skit, he finds out that he is black and he divorces his wife for being a N****R Lover.  The whole skit was masterfully crafted.  There was also the gay KKK.  They go door to door and speak to black couples with arrogant homosexual flair and say, "You must leave our neighborhood."  I think that they had pink robes.  When you actually know the reality of things, you can create comedy, fairly quickly, for a good deal of the day.  Maybe it is Sarah Silverman sometimes in my head who helps me find the giggles about so many things, but also her strong Jewish background.  There are many, very funny, Jewish comedians who push the envelope.  What they say behind the scenes is another story.  It needs to be okay for white males, and me, to do it too.  I would call my one woman show, "Diplomacy:  A Study Even of Kim Jong-un's Love of Laughter."  Maybe I just see differently, and I do see endearing sides to dictators.

Esteb In Penetetiary

I was really happy with how my poem turned out yesterday.  My friend from Oman came into Starbucks and I allowed him to read it.  He liked it so much that he took a picture of it.  Writing today feels like it will be so flat.  I have really been noticing ducks, especially flying above me.  I looked up the totem meaning and they stand for emotional protection and comfort.  The last week, I have been feeling like I have been crossing paths with people who are in great emotional duress, but do not show it.   I focus them on their destiny, and it feels like they are able to fly like duck with that.  I am reminded that some do not make it by a dead male mallard duck on Central Ave. NE, in Columbia Heights.  I think of Officer Esteb (that is the name he went by) in Marion County who was wrestling with what human life is precious.  His theology studies were getting diseased.  He was confused about his high authority over a jail facility with many black officers who were way too big for their britches, and WERE KKK.  He felt like he had to be so politically correct, when they were not, and never use derogatory terms.  He was a very rich and good looking man who had done a stint on the soap opera "One Life to Live", but had been made fairly schizophrenic at a young age by Catholic studies.  I am happy that my brother chose to become Catholic, after his Episcopal marriage, and in a protective place like New York City.  Esteb, it is time to listen to this duck.  QUACK QUACK, I am not a quack, I am a trained public defender and guardian ad lit um.  I say that you are ready now to journey to Peter's congregation in NYC.  Just ask your priest advocate from Rome where it is.  It is time to wield the weapons of words to those in your community who do not belong because they have no respect for authority and rules, regulations, and LAWS actually.  Go after the African American Officer JOHNSON, and tell him HOPE SAYS HI.  Esteb, I see you writing a SCRIPT, for Broadway.   I see it opening after a grand dinner at RESTAURANT ROW hosted and paid for by Arlene's (marine biology abroad program friend) Broadway gynecologist father who happens to be Jewish, but knows how to keep a secret.  It will then to be put on the stage that I saw the opening of the play with Jennifer Grey in his presence as his protection detail with my brother.  This gynecologist owes me big time.  It will be about our time with the whole crew at Marion County.  Walks in hallways and conversations mainly will be the content.  It will be called, "Songbird," but have no music other that one A Capella song, by me, at the end of Jewel's "Life Uncommon," from the CD "Spirit."  You will write it during this time in New York City, possibly where you do part of it as a stint at Rikers for your sins against God almighty.

On My Knees I Pray

I have a feeling of symbiosis with a man in the land of spirit and sun.  I am in a situation that is discord dissidence.  Who would want to stand with a revolution artist like me?  If it is not tangible, why would you want to help a creature like me get free?  There was a need for him to saved by the mercy of love,  and I am in a space of needing healing.  Loving light emanates from me in the center of my creativity.  I was never to give birth to a being, I was to give birth to LOVE in this realm.  Heaven can be, but it is essential that some chosen few stand up and say that they are willing to travel the gravel road of The Grand Plan.  The foreign land is my heart, and my head is clear.  Change is the chalice, and it is time to act on one's feelings of malice.  I can understand your heart, and I hold it's moonbeams in my hand as you brave the rapids in the river ZEN.  If we sit beside each other and meditate on all of it, who will break into masterful abilities first?  Maybe we do it simultaneously and then we can retire to the private space and explore the bliss.  What do you do when touch brings passionate fire and no one can know except you?  It is magnificent to hold the phoenix in your palm as it burns into a new form entirely.  The hawks flew far away and I asked them to approach and they did and then they circled above me.  Love is strange, and communication is vital.  Speak to me in my mind of your work in the land of your gods.  I will simply kneel before you and pray for your kingdom that is rising.  Supplication is my way to say that everything is going to be okay.

Priest In My Corner

I feel that there is a friendly healer in my life who is having some world renowned mediums studying me and my abilities.  He found some injuries on my body the last time I saw him that only he and them can explain.  They have put a satanistic stop gap on the perpetrator today.  She will be feeling the shame and pain soon enough.  Clients will no longer wish to be touched by her due to the disgusting smell.  I have had these dreams of being thrown around by a three year old poltergeist for years.  It is time to just put it down here.  They have assessed that I have a levitation ability that I am scared of and cannot control.  It is so strong that, in the night, I may be able to pass through walls as well.  The control I have I believe has to do with the intense practice of Vipassna meditation, Chung Moo Quan martial artistry, and high practice of all yoga (except hot yoga), very publicly.  This is why I have slept in clothes for about 4 years.  I also have woken up and found my bed shaking for no reason.  I have worked to elevate aircraft, but my own levitation is linked to massive sexual abuse in the night.  This perpetrator is not in my family, but is in my home vicinity a lot.  She will never change, so I hope that these mediums and this doctor can help ASAP.  So, nasty woman, YOU are the one who is diseased infinity.  YOU are the one who is sick and twisted.  Persons like you will deal with people like you, thus you will be tortured for the rest of eternity.  There is no death in the hell that is creating itself.  I may be scared of being seen as a freak, but that does not keep me from having a dream with about 20 umbrellas that stand for EMOTIONAL SECURITY.  Thank you main medium for assisting this endeavor just to see something new and special.  I think you are new and special too.

Wishing to Be Eagle

The sunshine today ripples through my heart and soul.  I somehow see things clearer, and sit a little more quietly.  Birds sing from the line, and fly effortlessly in the air above me.  Ice tea tastes somehow kissed with light, and I wish to sing out everywhere I go.  Images from my dreams are not so scary, and I think of how clean and clear my thoughts can be.  I pray to eagle and wish to be spirit and freedom.  My heart beats and I share the poetry that has embedded itself there.

Line Deputy on the Line

Line Deputy, I saw a Crime Scene Unit Anoka Sheriff officer in his SUV when I was almost here.  Those officers are high and holy, thus it was amazing to see him.  He was talking on a cell phone while driving.  Please call him and tell him never to do that again, especially in the vicinity of me.  Even wizards are rage today, and I do not want him caught, innocently, in crossfire.  I hope that things are going well.  I will just keep working and maybe I will have the opportunities that have not been afforded to me.  I have had threats at dignity every day of my life.  I exist as nothing at all, but I continue to use my processing centers and memory in a positive way.  Maybe I will believe that it is powerful one day.  I share very little about this reverse MOOSE in Native American totem.  They stand for self esteem.  When the tarot card appears in reverse it is bringing attention to the space I find myself.  Maybe there is a line being drawn today.  I felt Hawaii 5-0 coming through in a powerful way.  I will keep my fingers crossed.

Not Much to Say

Stargazer, I am here.  I collected another from India who is paraplegic.  He was on the bus with me.  He might be a little rusty, but he will free himself this week.  He will walk, AND DANCE, when it is time.  For now, he is just exhausted.  He had a care attendant who was an untouchable.  There is an Indian grocery store up here and I run into untouchables at the bus stops by there fairly often.  I feel like people are REALLY listening to what people are saying and tracking hate speech my way around me.  I have very good hearing and there is nothing I can do about it.  I will just believe that there will be a time where even the laws of the land will protect me.  Until then, I must just be extremely polite to even the cruelest of entities.  Go ahead and speak.  You may just go crazy, very publicly.  I wish I was more creative and positive today, but I had nasty dreams last night.  Maybe hawk can say hello to me telepathically.  Everyone needs to be very careful not to get lost in a cloud of delusionality.  I plod on my way very grounded, personable, and directed.

Princess Patrol

Princess Beatrice and Eugenie, I dispatch you now.  Your mother is GYPSY, and it is time for you to act.  Your father is actually a quadruplet with Charles, and anonymous man named Paul I met, and Jack (John) Forrest.  Jack Forrest's father was Swedish, and fathered these children and left England with Jack, and Paul was sent to Sweden for rearing.  Your grandmother is half Swedish royal and half German royal.  You have the royal German of my family coming through BOTH of you simultaneously, this week.  Call on gypsy power to find the things that you own that are truly royal, and destroy the rest.  You will be undercover mystical law enforcement TOGETHER on The Continent of Europe.  Bone up on your French.  Only have a happy and healthy physical life in Britain.  Stay away from each other in that way, and men on The Continent, to keep your notoriety.  We will make you judiciary for NAVY in Britain and pertinent cases in The U.S. for royals here and overseas.  Good luck ladies.  Fergie is Interpol.  Do not SPEAK to her ever again or you will go crazy. 

A Very Different 9/11

My computer is acting weird.  It just erased a line for no reason.  I think that it is my stargazer out there.  He uses C++ language to communicate.  9/11 is coming through today.  There is much I cannot say because royals, here and abroad, are being briefed on the true "mastermind" of it all.  He is German and Japanese royalty, NOT Saudi.  People in general population have never really questioned how the flight schedules, pilots, FAA regulations for the cockpit and flight crew, and the access to the flight simulator, in Eden Prairie, MN, (through Northwest Airlines at the time) were acquired.  Who knew and who can we trust?  This man's sole purpose was to completely take out a working United Nations who had personal knowledge of ACTUAL military families and legal spy agencies and activity throughout the world.  He also just hated that Muslim royals were so bloody rich.  My job was here in The Twin Cities at Abott Northwestern Hospital ER.  I was placed in a position to act as counselor and general practitioner to stabilize and perform a legal lumbar puncture on a fellow North Shore "baby" from Oahu.  BOTH she and I were born with earthquake ability.  I firmly held her down and stabilized the needle with verbalization.  She had an amazingly nasty case of Viral Meningitis.  The "mastermind" knew that if we could take this part Asian woman and place her in a place of feeling out of control and tortured, she would release, and earthquakes would have started at the equator and then moved to the poles, releasing a pandemic of this crippling disease, through fault lines, throughout the planet, making everyone blame me, her, and all Arabs for eternity.  So much catastrophe, on one day, by man and "by God" would have left people with an out of control feeling that would have caused a massive outbreak of schizophrenia linked to an overuse of mystical abilities.  The world would also then have believe that Muslim traditions were the faith and practice of God.  Massive fundamentalism would have then spread on the planet ultimately eliminating The Latino race.  Muslims would then prove that they could not carry this mantle and they would be eliminated as false gods, and then each religion would have its chance for complete expression followed by the genocide of persons practicing these traditions.  Atheists would go last.  Back to this woman who had actually contracted Viral Meningitis as a small child on The North Shore where her father was an EMT for surfer community.  He was high and holy, thus his being Asian did not matter.  The lumbar puncture actually chunked a bit in the syringe and it was completely nasty yellow.  CIA representatives were across the street at an elementary school and they brought one of their TVs in for me to see and hear.  This woman was remote viewing and she saw and we heard the second plane hit the tower the moment the needle just grazed her spine.  I moved it easily through.  She was able to walk out of there and still is upright.  You all may have days where you feel like it is all on you, but you all have no idea how bad it could be if she had not felt cared for and released from penitentiary.  Arabs participated, but it is time for their release as well in our hearts and minds.  They are a strong agency for change in the world.  We need to now look at the terrorists who actually exist in our own families.  It is time for royals to judge royals and to get this party started IN THERE HEADS.  Abott Northwestern ER is still a ground zero for this infection.  It is in the walls and floors.  They continue to lie to even THE AGENCY (an international spy community that now exists and has oversight to The CIA).  Well Abott, I am just fine and I would guess that you all are in a lot of trouble today.  You all wanted to be famous.  CHEESE!!!

Patriots in The News

I am not feeling so good today, but I am here at Starbucks trying to write.  My parents are deep into their river tour trip in France at his point.  I hope that they are enjoying their time there.  Rob Gronkowski interrupted Sean Spicer's press conference today.  It was very funny.  The Patriot's were at The White House to celebrate their Super Bowl victory.  It is rainy and cold told today.  Nothing exciting is in my midst today, thus this entry is just me trying to put something on the page.  I was saddened by the suicide, by hanging, of former Patriot player, Aaron Hernandez, today.  Maybe he has a mission with God on the other side.  I try to just have a little faith that something like that makes sense in The Grand Plan, and Apocalyptically.  Yesterday opened many doorways and hopefully things will start to settle into a more permanent position.  I will take in what I feel in this environment, and listen to music.

An Affair to Remember

Let's deal with British royalty today.  Maybe there is more behind the scenes than you all see like my brother Peter and me.  Everyone just back away.  The queen of England is our great aunt.  She was the product of a royal affair between my grandfather (Peter's Great Grandfather), Kaiser George of Germany, and Annalise, our great grandmother who settled in Hibbing, MN, who was the current queen of Sweden.  They were both married and Elizabeth II was raised in England by the queen mother who was her official international nanny.  Now we look at a royal wedding of Prince Andrew's daughter, and I think of security, internationally.  My uncle, GENERAL John Mayer (U.S. Air Force from birth) is a best friend of Prince Andrew.  I am sorry, Andrew, but you cannot attend the wedding or wedding events due to international security threats.  We are on the verge of world war.  Russian bombers flew over Alaska today with no response by The U.S.  We have nothing, but Britain does.  CNN reported this as a normal occurrence which should be an act of war at this point.  Military leaders who do know the realities of all bombs and arsenals need to lay down low so if anything happens, cooler heads will prevail.  Russia is just telling the U.S. that it is incredibly stupid and the U.S. is war mongering every day.  Russia's acts are very calculated and they know, very well, what they have in their military stores.  Young bride, Prince William will walk you down the aisle and he will appear as Andrew, but he will go out the back door after he hands you off.  Most royals will stay away, but royal and mob connected, very rich, Russians will be in attendance to keep you and your young groom safe.  You will prefer cloak and dagger anyway.  That is how you think and enjoy the universe.  I stay safe by making some contact, but by writing and staying down low.  Good luck Uncle John, Peyton Manning is a WORLD GENERAL and is linked to you, by Germany, through both of your Denver Homicide badges.

Andy Behind Me and Forever Before Me

There is a whole new council in the village.  Maybe they like the analogy of Beauty and The Beast.  It is STARGAZERS.  They move the moon and stars and affect astrology and constellations.  They are romantics at heart, but are the survivors of massive torture beginning as babies.  I love their smooth energy flow, and soon all science, math, and technology will be led by this gruesome crew.  They are directed by an inner knowing and they motivate quickly.  I have an ability to calm and soothe these men and get them back on the productive and effective agenda.  Last night I entertained the soul of one of these beings and invited RUSSIA into the picture.  I just happened to have two movies I watched with Russian and Russians as main parts of the plots.  I sent them back today.  Russians will not waiver at this point.  They ARE prepared for tactical nuclear attacks, and we are not.  American inflammatory tongues in this time and space are not being ignored.  Russian resolve only gets stronger.  Here in Minnesota, there is already a police/ Russian Marine presence in law enforcements, but I feel royals and mob personalities from Russia streaming into The Twin Cities from the ships in Duluth Harbor. They will rule crime and punishment and telepathy. Fittingly,  Doyskyefsky leads the whole crew.  He is Nicholas II who is the head of The Russian Marine Corps and is an EVERMORE.  He was not killed, with his whole family, in that carriage attack by KOSACKS before WWI.  I first met him on the sands of Waikiki.  How stupid can Americans be?  Well we are not going to wait and see.  Russia:  WE ARE HERE and we do not fear.  We will have nothing if we let you torture this creative being to death.  She is not arrogant, and she is so sweet.  Oh yeah, assisted living facility, it is not lost on us that you awarded a crack smoking prostitute a gift bag for being the best tenant.  Complicit and complacent is all of you. Could this Hopey be any nicer to everyone?  Well we will not be nice. No mercy ever again.  It is time for these stargazers, labeled thusly by The KGB for a lifetime, to back our play.  Hope is neither TREASON nor ESPIONAGE.  She is lovely royalty to a T.  Maybe even Russian Royalty from high school days, ANDY KARVONEN, will stand up in a Hennepin County court of law today.  He knows her very well and she was his Russian Doll behind the scenes so he could see properly in World History in 10th grade with German Jew Ms. Rice.  She had been briefed by the military.  Andy sat behind her in that class just staring at the face he saw in the back of her head.  She asked every question that was in his head and was behind her eyes when she watched ALL of The Shoah series, but NOT when she read NIGHT, by Elie Weisel.  He needed to never become tender toward especially Russian Jews, for his family OWNS Magadan.  In Siberia, we just sell it to Jews as "an artist colony."  Smooth sailing STARGAZERS.

Oman On Board

I am hear at Starbucks celebrating Easter by having a lovely conversation with an Arab male who studies here often.  I always say hello, but I leave him to have his privacy so I do not have discourse.  He was just preparing to leave and I was just getting here.  I had thought that he was Pakistani of Indian, and possibly Hindu, but I was incorrect.  Untouchables come through him.  It is a beautiful day.  We have plenty of sunshine.  I am actually wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt with no coat.  I am having dreams with my sister in them in a new way.  She called to say hello for Easter.  Back to this gentleman.  He is from Oman and he is studying here in The Twin Cities.  He is on a scholarship from his country.  He has been studying and is about to get his associate's degree.  He is applying to places like The U of MN now.  He has a lovely way and is always friendly.  He has a sweet smile, and his teeth are quite beautiful.  I spoke to him a little about diplomacy and international law.  I could tell that he is frustrated, and thus a friendly tae da tae was quite welcome.  May it was fairly comical to people here.  We have been saying hello from afar for like a year and I had ask his name and formerly introduce myself.  I told him that I was respecting his privacy.  He thanked me with a huge smile.  After he left, I had this vision of him in the deserts of Saudi Arabia speaking of the mighty Colleed (Prince or possibly King that day), and the feeling that Amal (AKA Hope) is in vicinity.  He says that they need to be left to their privacy to realign the military, diplomatic, and royal projects for Saudi lands.  He is a dragon and a lion.  He will be useful at teaching Arabs the power of my gorilla guard.  I will bring The Line Deputy and the three gorillas from The Como Zoo (of their own accord) as my royal guard.  I think that he saw destiny in my eyes and can now settle down to do what he needs to with his applications to stay in this vicinity and economy.  Hello, fine sir, WELCOME to my ship.

The CREATIVE Force of The Line Deputy

I wrote a good luck note to The Minnesota Wild around the playoffs yesterday.  As soon as I pressed send, a guy walked into Starbucks with a Wild jersey on.  There was also another person with a Wild jersey on the bus.  I understand that they lost yesterday, but I wish them well with the power of GYPSY.  I have now firmly rooted that mystical law enforcement agency in The U.S., by making The Line Deputy of Marion County, IN, as head head gypsy, internationally and astrologically.  We will see what this brilliant and creative man can do.  Where there is disorder and mystery will be shored up by his magnificent mystical ability.  Mr. President, the military belongs to him.  If he calls, back away.  He understands all colonies and can do things effortlessly and with an order that the military, globally, has never seen.  He is now lead KGB, and the head of Russian military as well.  He will direct the strikes in Syria having to do with The Grand Plan of Apocalyptic authority.  He knows all factions well at this point.  He will direct them like the perfect dance as a masterful server in Indianapolis, IN.  Maybe I have a military fan base centered in the strong and virile force of Line Deputies on the planet.  They have done their time and they are about to take off.  No one has EVER seen their creative abilities.  I see my LD playing a grand piano as I sing "Remedy" by, Adele.  He is wearing his Line Deputy uniform.

Rooting Out Evil In A Complicated World

I took a day off from writing yesterday to do some laundry and cleaning.  It feels so great to get that done.  There is so much going on in world community.  I have kind of naturally pulled myself away from the news.  It is important that my compass is not swayed by any nation or agency.  Checks and balances, in the community near me, need to be tended to.  I hold my breath and dive deep into the water.  Even compliments need to be kept at bay.  Silence is my friend in this harry century.  Past, present, and future needs to be righted and the understanding of the moon is also important today.  What if space is just a mirage, and our atmosphere is barely in the eyes of the world's view?  I know that I must just breathe and stay serene as the train engines barrel by.  Persons here from other spaces need to understand that they may be homesick, but their home is no longer what they left.  The veils are about to be destroyed.  The images are about to become criminal to an infinite degree.  Right and wrong is difficult to discern at that point.  Find the highest entity (i.e. "spiritually" gifted) and listen for persons to go against their notoriety and reputation.  THAT is evil, and those Benedict Arnolds are not part God's team.  Back the heavy hitters when they make extreme sense, and you will understand good and evil, in them, and you.  People who sabotage persons of God (i.e. highly effective and powerful) is the evil that needs to be marked and destroyed.  Time for study is over.  Stay away from other nations and communities and only judge your own.  THAT is truly effective, thus sane.  It is very Buddhist yes and no.

I Dreamed A Dream

There is quite a bit going through my head, but I find that putting that picture on the page is difficult.  I had a strong satanistic dream last night.  I was about to be inducted into a family line and I pulled out of it at the point I felt that it was diseased.  I woke up at that point.  Many images are deep in my subconscious.  I will keep them there.  I stay a person who studies these systems and societies, but I do not practice.  Sorcery is around this complete study and scientific research around the destiny of these lines and the discoveries in a written form, through university, of research that happens as a result of those studies.  It is not wizardry, it is real scientific matter and knowledge.  It must be complete, which means that it can have no data or calculations resulting from wizardry or any witcheries.  At the end of the day, it is an alchemy of the facts and their progression in the systems of magics that exist in modern day.  I feel like some persons with dream abilities are reaching into my dreams from last night.  Your witcheries will never give you a sorcerer's dreams.  You can only ache at the end of the day and make up a story with the flora of wizardry.

Saudi Military

I feel clouds in my mind today.  I feel a bit shy being seen, publicly.  The rhymes of days gone by are in my dreams and stories of the desert and the sky.  I wake to a huge hawk flying above and a squirrel chiming in.  Today they are not enemies, they are simpatico.  I relax in the view of crime TV, and decide to journey on.  Military is tunneling thru and Saudi royal guards of high military board my bus yesterday to telepathically check people's papers.  There is no joking in The Middle East.  The secret is the Saudi Air Force.  It is the best in the world, and is time to be honored before fatality is the only reality.  Maybe I encouraged a Saudi prince to get into cockpit, himself, and lead the whole charge.  Being royal Oncology really wasn't his bag, but he was the best, internationally.  He even practiced in The U.S. for a time.  Our royal coterie gave him protection.  Satanism, thru foreign tongues, was the cloak and dagger.  Saudi Guard, I am prepared to fly, just give me the keys, internationally.  It must be diplomacy through royalty.  I am not going to foreign lands unprepared.  We will be prepared for war, and thus we can experience a blissful material and spiritual PEACE.

Judge in Me

As a very small child, I was made a judiciary on Oahu.  There were matters even appearing between the flora and fauna on the island around my brother's very sweet wizardry.  He just had things he wanted me to see things that I could not see.  He did not know that I could comprehend, scientifically, at the age of 6 months, but my sight was blurred by tunnel thru.  Between military, royalty in vicinity, Islanders, and Chinese/ Japanese, I had to just not see to go out actually.  He tried to make me some glasses out of little plastic magnifying lenses and coconuts that were beautiful and comfortable.  They kind of fried my eyeballs and lids got sticky right away.  I celebrated the case between syrup and peanut butter for sea slugs.  Peanut butter won.  The Oahu Islanders, with 5-0 present, took me out for a night of drinking fresh rum whop in a seedless watermelon which led to a different case.  To protect the pineapple plantations, I ruled that fruit on the island must have seeds.  Imagery was just too powerful around me.  Then there was the case between the branches and the leaves.  I ruled in favor of the branches staying on the trees speaking to the twigs, silently, using the wind to translate authority to the leaves on the ground.  They were perfectly allowed to stay green for eternity if they wished, but reproduction was left directly to the trees.  We decided a prophecy case that would be important in the military minds of the 1980's.  It was motor boats (future parasailing) vs. jet skis.  I tried a few schemes in my head.  I decided that parasailing would stay off the island (under penalty of death) until 1999.  Parachutes are too personal to military personnel.  Motor boats would stay off Waikiki and jet skis could run, 4 at a time in the barriers, to not disturb the shark population, once invented BY THE JAPANESE.  Cases were flecked with every little thing of the populations.  We had to speak for those who could not.  It was a very quiet island in those days.

Teaching Composition

I started physical therapy again today.  I met a new intern and he did great.  I will let the wall on their lives rest there.  I will say that I did read, but is all only honor and glory, especially in spiritual ways.  I just got to Starbucks, Fridley and this Wiccan witch who is here a bit, is here.  She is such a bad name for a vagina.  Even KKK queens hate that name.  I will just say that it rhymes with hunt, Pete.  She plays so much with her long blonde hair that it is beginning to fall out.  The only seat there was when I got here was at a wobbly table right next to her.  She pulled her hair right over and scratched my arm with her nails.  When is it TOOO excessive?  Well maybe she won't play with her clothes today.  I think I do a good job in the face of this bullhooey.  I have felt so down since my wallet went missing.  My mother and my physical therapists made me feel better today.  I listened to Miranda Lambert radio on Pandora.com when I took the bus up here.  It was all pick me up songs that I knew.  I had a dream last night that I was in a composition class that seemed like a workplace.  We all had their own cubicles.  The instructor was this sweet woman with a British accent.  As she saw my piece on her desk she said, "Oh, I have heard of this woman before.  She worked at Nature's Classroom, an environmental camp, where she held a self designed composition and poetry class with all African American fifth graders who, before that day, could not read.  I can't wait to read."  She read it and got a big smile on her face.  I then woke up.  The Wiccan witch is now getting up to exit.  Good riddins.

A Tree For Sarah

The Line Deputy has this one, Sarah.  I spoke of your glory and now you will have to do it, on your own, in your own colony.  It is best not to even say the word Hope.  Stay away from beings named Jenn, Jenny, or Jennifer.  We have judged you as infinity Wiccan Witchcraft.  This Line Deputy is specially trained to handle just this situation.  He will not touch you at all.  Your telekinesis is deadly to a whole auditorium at once.  LD does not want anything to do with you or your "magic" crew.  My brother is out, too.  My dreams are returning to normality, thus you cannot touch me in my mind or memory.  You are a terrifying RAVEN.  The cast of Nashville is coming thru people in my vicinity.  They are high and holy Irish.  Images are THEIR notoriety.  You will be the judge and jury against the whole Mormon Nation.  You will be seen now, very clearly, for who and what you are.  You are an EVERMORE.  Maybe the past will come to haunt you as well.  No singing for you.  It all unfolds in front of me as I reached out to you with genuine compassion and understanding.  Good luck and stay away from my identity, very legally.  My physical form looks nothing like you at this point.

The Need For Sarah

I had a very strong dream, and as I woke up, I sensed entities acknowledging my notorieties.  There has been a shift in my dreams.  The constant repeat that means nothing is gone.  They are full of deep meaning and imagery.  They are verging on the prophetic.  That has never been for me.  At the bus stop yesterday, I was thinking of my time with Mormon Nation.  They are not as they are seen.  Sin is woven into their every day in a quiet way behind the scenes.  They show a glossy perfection to the world.  I believe that they are now understanding the realities of Christ, Mary, Joseph, and other biblical characters.  They are seeing why they chose to do things differently.  They can choose a way with God now that they understand that God understands them and has a path without scarcity that honors their true spirits and needs.  Violence will drop away and the sanctity of marriage will take on a new form.  There will not be the need for polygamy in their whole colony.  The FBI can handle the child molesters and they can cast these men AND WOMEN out as never being Mormon at all.  Today I call for prayers for SARAH.  She is a very special Mormon women who lives in Eden Prairie with her husband and son.  She and her family gave me rides to service and we had a Bible study at her home with my male elders one night.  This woman has survived massive ritualistic abuse and formed patterns in her brain to handle it.  She was kind and sweet to me.  She is blonde, and very pretty.  Now it is her time to rise and we will protect her and her actual virginity left over from the abuse that was so savage.  Sarah, we will meet again.  We will go, ALONE, to a horse farm and feed the horses special blessed carrots and you can see that you are powerful HORSE WHISPERER.  We will send trained extricators in for you soon enough, but until then, honor YOUR HUSBAND, and only him.  He is a good looking frat brother from UMD.  He provides for her well.  Please only touch her once a week until you both are freed.

Finding What Is Lost

My wallet was stolen yesterday on the MTC bus.  It was quite a huge feat to take care of canceling and reordering all of the documents inside.  It was an expense that I did not plan.  I will now try to keep things different from that unpleasant focus today.  I will keep things pretty quiet tonight.  I am just getting a little coffee right now.  Starbucks was kind and gave me my breakfast sandwich card that was stolen.  There is a view we cannot see of international community right now.  I just hope that people do the right things the next few months.  I feel quite disconnected today.  I have seen some hawks in my neighborhood where they normally are not.  They stand for messenger.  Maybe tonight will find me connecting up again.  I wore a new outfit today.  It turned out really cute and I used it to cheer me and my mother up.  I had a different type of chicken burrito today.  It went great at Baja Sol.  We beat the rush.  Thanks for cheering me on today, mom.  I really appreciate it.  Oceans may greet my soul today as I wonder my place in this, very complicated, world.

Sikhs Help Me Find Peace

I had a very interesting Sikh dream.  I driving on the freeway on a road trip and I realized that I was on the wrong freeway.  I had two traveling companions who are former friends who betrayed me horribly.  I pulled into this parking lot and I met two Sikhs.  They both had turbans on and then I realized that I did too.  We were discussing which movie to see and they said that they were going to see this one at another theater that could only be frequented by people who had been in their penn. system.  I continued to speak to them about simple spirituality and there was this lake there all of a sudden then water raised into the sky and kept from crashing on us.  On the top huge serpents (cobras) appeared in that space.  I just spoke to the crowds about what was happening.  They were all so unprepared.  I woke up at that point.  I know not what it meant, but boy it was powerful.  I felt like I stayed in bed later to birth that dream.  I also noted that I have had these awful dreams about those two former friends.  In this one, they lost all their power.  That was mystical gold.  I feel like Sikh nation will help me guard myself in dreams and help to take away unconscious power that evil people hold in my life.

Galaxies of Common Time

A man sits before me.  We work to make two minds one to solve the problems of the galaxy inside me.  We speak little of pain, but concentrate on the breakdown of what is happening.  As things begin, things end.  He moves to a space where his galaxy is the one to be solved all by himself.  Some days looking in the mirror may cause diress, but as a whole, he knows the realities of demonics in common society.  His is a different mission.  Through pain he will bring release of the stars in the sky and return the planets to their correct revolutions.  I respect him and I protect his light from afar.  In the end, we will unite and bite the desert with the night.  Kingdoms will return to The Earth and Saturn will return to a communicator with all superconductors on Mars.

Justice the Elusive Ideal

Flames in my heart turn to smoke and then mist in the air.  I move degredation my way to my power chakra to be dispelled.  I choose to deal with things that are acts of cruelty into a chamber in my mind.  I wish for a man in the desert to bring a sabre and vanquish all demonics with his heart of deity.  I pray on my knees as you question the gravity of my pain.  If you ask those questions, you know nothing of pain and you prefer to torture from a position of nasty power over me.  There will be an end to the siege and it will find completion in a whole new government and hierarchy.  Balance and organization will take place at the top and chaos will be dispelled.  The hell that we create for all of you will remain in anarchy and you will feel the pain that you have called on others.  JUSTICE, the elusive ideal, was the name of my freshman seminar in college.  We devoured "Plato's Republic", "The Book of Job", and a third book I cannot remember.  All of it was just contained in a perfect semester regime.

Time With My Sister

I had a really great time with my sister, Anne.  She was in town for a few days and I saw her 3 times.  When we went to the zoo, 8 rain forest turtles appeared in the pool.  They came right up to the glass so they could be grabbed if people were really stupid.  Turtles have been coming through.  I got a turtle necklace from my sister, recently, and one from my mother too.  It is many things, but is linked to clairvoyance.  I had been having clairvoyant dreams to do with my sister.  Today, as an example, she took out a new swimsuit, and I remembered that we had shopped for a swimsuit, for her, in my dream last night.  Somehow, I felt like I bonded with her in a different way this visit.  I was really sad to see her go.  She will be back.  I feel Will watching today.  Maybe there are special extended versions of my writing by him which includes my edited thoughts and telepathic communication around me.  I dealt with some insurance matters today and made some appointments.  I now sit at Starbucks, in Fridley, and pick up on the energy and highlights.

Exciting Visit to The Zoo

I just went to The Como Zoo.  At first the animals were sleepy, but then they came alive.  The lemurs were hiding and then they jumped up to where I was at the glass.  The gorillas were all asleep, but then I came back before I left and pulsed some energy at Virgil.  He got up and looked at me.  Sampson then got up as well.  They both came to the glass.  Virgil then put his back to the glass and let me do some energy work that he does respond to by little jumps as I pulse.  The arctic foxes are so beautiful white.  They were just curled up all cozy and calm.  Normally they pace around their enclosure.  The WOLVES were actually out, both of them.  I haven't seen them in years.  The male wolf came over as soon as I told my companion that I hadn't seen them in years.  He was also so beautiful and white.  The male and female lions were just sleeping right next to each other near the glass.  The spotted leopard was actually on display.  I haven't seen that beautiful cat in years.  The Siberian Tiger was just sitting very square when I came to the glass.  He then walked up and practiced some scratching on the tree and did some EXPLORING of his enclosure.  He usually paces over and over.  We then saw that the Dall Sheep were being a family.  The mother was up on the rocks and then the male went over to the baby and pushed him up the rocks.  He gingerly jumped to a stable place with wobbling knees.  The male then took the top spot on the rocks.  I have never seen them on these rocks together and interacting as they would in the wild.  We stopped to see the buffalo and they were eating.  The alpha went over and pushed the second in line toward the other buffalo's food.  They moved around a little and the alpha came over to the fence where we were.  I told him how pretty he is.  He then rushed a little and I felt a surge of energy in my knees.  He hit the electrical wire.  It was SOOOOO cool.  We then went to see the polar bears.  They are rarely out, but today BOTH of these male twins were out.  One was stretching and sleeping on a rock and the other one was swimming round and round his water pool.  It was really neat.  It was the most active and interactive visit I have had at ANY zoo.  I am pretty tired, but I feel that I did a great job of observing.