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.