A Conversation with St. Thomas Law

I got off of the bus and went to the intersection by Starbucks, in Fridley, and I met a nice Indian man who goes to St. Thomas Law School, and works at the Indian restaurant down the street.  I talked to him a little about going to IndiaFest last year, a little about missing my Indian doctors, and then I spoke to him about working at The International Justice Center, downtown Minneapolis, screening applicants for asylum from three separate genocides in Africa.  All of our applicants were found to be genocidalists.  They all brought pictures and I would find the evidence against them like a Beretta in their hand above a mass grave.  Our recommendations were then handed down to The U.S. State Department.  They gave the assignment to Bradley Roeder, an international diplomat and arms dealer in Africa, who spoke many dialects, especially Swahili, and extermination was the solution.  Too many talked a little too much and had seen my face.  After living with Kingsley Aisi (through a program to go at my gifts through The United Methodist Church), a genocidalist from Ghana, I was in the cross hairs all the time in these lands, so making my own personal assessments was the best solution.  Bradley backed my play before I even met him, face to face.  Having UMC ministers in St. Paul at that time, and living in a church parsonage "for free" was seen as bilking the system.  Why was it my fault?  Oh, that's because everything was always my fault.  I ask people to look away from the system that is my family, and look at The United Methodist Church for a change.  After a little investigation, maybe you will all see the arrogance, hypocrisy, and evil that lurks in their hearts and corridors.  It is not safe to say more.  Look at the rolls and see how much of D.C. is in the fold.  Line Deputy of Marion County, look into just Mike Huckabee, and his family, alone (Fox News tv show and former Gov. of Arkansas).  It is time for the gavel to fall against this society.

Beings Who Work in Tandum

The two Shi ites who were observing in Starbucks today will not be swayed.  When people come into my environment, the telepathic and material realm evil sets in fairly quick in these new entities.  People then use this as an excuse to run and/ or to get very evil to me, or partially to anyone who will help me become emancipated.  These men were time keepers, simultaneously.  They now understand that they are working with spacial dimensions, not the dimension of time.  That stays constant.  They will synchronize quicker now.  They are actually higher than royalty, and they see evil as a disease.  However and wherever it comes to be in their minds and bodies, it must be eradicated quickly.  Excuses just make it worse, and they make it so they can't contact each other telepathically, and it threatens to make them mute.  Their purpose is clear, and laws are too, nationally and internationally.  They will not fall prey to witcheries or legal profession wizardry.  You will never see them coming, and they will just continue to be elite due to their allegiance to the authority of time, and now, to their dedication to one they can actually, soulfully love.  Sometimes it is not what you say that matters.

Preparing for Foreign Lands

Eyes of private looks, but paired with silent study.  I move my gaze across the room, and I find a pair that looks back.  I stay quiet and away.  He is beautiful and talking to the male he walked in with.  I send a private hello with my mind, and he and his friend begin to smile and laugh.  Maybe it is my eyes that place me as an entity from a foreign land.  Religions swirl through, and all is complete.  He takes a final look as he disappears for real.

Quiet State

It is like a whisper at Starbucks, Fridley, today.  I tread lightly.  I am dealing with communication energy deplete.  It is as if every entity has moved away.  I must just be at one with states as they come.  It may feel painful, but I accept that, and I will not experience extreme suffering.  The knocks at my door have been unwelcome, and the energy from that entity is hostility fairly constantly.  I walk away, but it still affects my chakra system.  I feel my lead tunnel through checking my mind for boobie traps.  He is finding static electricity that cuts me off from all communication.  There are two men who just walked in who might be able to reach him, if not me as well.  I just stay calm and listen to music.

Under the Weather

The cursor just blips in and out on the page.  I have thoughts moving through like the fluffy clouds in the sky.  I know one route leads to another, and privacy is needed for all to proceed in a healthy manner.  I am a bit in the ring with a respiratory issue.  I took the day yesterday and today in bed to help get it under control.  It is very quiet here at Starbucks Fridley.  I will go to see my maternal grandparents graves tomorrow with my mother and uncle.  In the mean time, I will try to just get some rest, and secure some time by myself.

Some Talk About Gardening

I called my sister because I needed to touch base with somebody today.  I let her know about the weekend and the bbq on Monday.  She was doing some gardening with her husband.  We talked for a few minutes and she reminded me that she will be in town in a few weeks.  It was nice to talk to her.  We came to a nice stopping point, and I wished her well for the weekend, and I just say thanks for being there.

Anoka Sheriff Intel for Melania

Sheriff, your friendly is in vicinity.  I feel as if you understand, to a great degree, now.  I need to keep so much in, but I must meter intel flowing into the community, the economy, and even the ecology.  Will you do me a favor, Sheriff?  Please send a dozen roses directly to Melania Trump in DC.  Trump will then know that she was doing some special diplomacy overseas.  They should be long stemmed and be 3 pink, 3 lavender, 3 yellow, and 3 red.  On the card to the SECRET SERVICE:  Guys look up for heinous verbalizations around her and apprehend immediately.  It is Europeans doing Wiccan Witchcraft.  To Melania say:  We understand and we all think that you are lovely and are an impeccable mother.  Thank you, Sheriff.  She will understand that her gifts and notoriety are being appreciated here and overseas.  It is the gentle mix of cruelty and kindness that will prevent her blindness.  Do not worry, Mr. Trump will just be curiosity infinity.  Reading through the lines is why he is so drawn to Eastern European women.  Today has been a difficult day.  I feel comfortable at my coffee shop.  The stream here is new and pleasant.

Spycraft

Assassination is basically a theory that if you cut the head off the snake, a similar or worse head will not grow back.  We are not in a time that assassination will solve anything.  As there are growing tensions in D.C., I worry that a commander in chief that regularly fires those closest to him will progress to assassination of "enemies."  Top military need to restore a working relationship with the top chiefs of staff.  If an order of this variety comes through, accept lock down instead of commencing.  It will be painful, but the anarchy that would commence would be much worse.  Conversations with foreign powers now need to be recorded by a spy agency called The Agency.  It is foreign spies of all nations working in unity.  It is much more powerful that The CIA.  My father, World General George Mayer, after spending WWII as a double agent in Nazi Germany as The Head of The Third Reich, came back to D.C. and established The Agency with all nations.  He then cut the head off the snake and created The CIA to challenge the abilities of a special entity who would be born of top royalty and top military.  George was the top military being, and my mother was the top royal.  This was a progeny project of Nazi origin.  It was to create a true Nazi, a supreme being.  I am that being, and have faced many misdeeds my way, and have prevailed.  Torture has been part of my moment to moment experience.  Once he made the CIA, he shut down The Agency, to be opened by me when I found a human man who was believed, by many top chiefs, to be Allah from The Middle East.  The term Arian actually came from a word to describe Arabs in The Middle East.  This man is vampiric, a geneticist, and a neurologist as well as a computer specialist.  He is a private pilot for Delta on commercial planes that contain governmentals or royals that rent the whole plane for a "royal" visit.  I call him Shereef, and he owns The OPEC plane which he has piloted since he was 3.  He is the head of OPEC and of the Royal tree in Arab lands.  He was educated in Amman, Jordan.  He was in a NYC hospital doing phlebotomy during 9/11, and emerged without a scratch.  Other Arabs were not so lucky.  He is now transitioning into his roll as KING of all Arab lands, and heads The Agency for me with his gift of telepathic mimicry.  We will succeed and have this domestic and foreign assassin possibility squashed.  Thanks for your help today.  They brought out Columbia Heights and Fridley Police, even the unmarked cop car.  They also brought a few Anoka Sheriff cars and canvased with the bomb sniffing dog around the vicinity.  Stay safe.  This may rock the Middle East when St. Peter figures out that it was you who blew the siren.

Spicer's Day

I am here, but I feel like I am peaceful in no space.  I saw a blue heron on my way here.  They stand for self reflection.  As I look inward, I feel agitated and unable to focus.  I listen to music and try to concentrate.  My dreams were nasty again, and it was hard to get going.  I wish I had something fascinating to muse about, but I feel fairly drab.  There is a woman in front of me with a sweatshirt that says, "Team Tibet."  I thought that it was fairly sweet, and it also pulls some meditation through my memory as the agitation dances in its own way.  I say hello to the harbor seals at The Como Zoo.  Their spots are so pretty as they smoothly swim through the clean water.  They then pop up and observe.  Maybe that is The Pope today, looking at some files from Muncie.  There was a Vatican Society there and that Bascillica was very trippy.  It is on no map or listed in any directory.  I walked in, the first time, when a funeral was just commencing.  It just really fit what was going on.  I asked nothing, I just sat there in peace.  Sometimes Pope's are investigators.  This Pope has not found his curiosity yet, but maybe after meeting The Trump rumor team, even Team Tibet would look in on it.  I believe that Sean Spicer would have stopped some of the cruel rumor mongering, and Mr. Trump knew it so he shoved him off the list even though Sean is a lifelong Catholic.  Well, that move DID up The Pope's curiosity.  The Pope called him personally, and met with him PRIVATELY, for between 30 and 45 minutes in The St. Peter's Room.  Time is irrelevant there.  Only head Catholics know about this space.  It is very mystical, and is normally only used for SILENT confirmations of SAINTS.  Maybe St. Peter was in the room.  Tick tock, Mr. Pope.  We only have so much room on the ship.

E.T. Create Home

Stargazer from Oman just erased my entry.  I hope you find yourself feeling well.  I miss seeing you, but I feel like you are doing some important things.  I imagine that your abilities are getting stronger.  I think of a friend from Tripoli, Libya, today.  I am hoping that his connection in London is safe.  I watched "The Suicide Squad," last night.  I liked it.  As I viewed it I thought of beings on another side of a wall who would be seen as extra terrestrial.  They began to come to my spirit when I was in an underground study of Marion County Penn. Society.  I kept myself communicating by being locked away in suicide cells.  It kept me alone and speaking French.  It made it so that The Line Deputy could hold and own me, simultaneously.  He had a method to cuff people from court without touch, but the first time he saw me he just stood against a wall and stared deep into my eyes and soul.  He asked me if I would be more comfortable downstairs in my own space and I said yes.  We had a loving and extensive conversation about his dreams as he transported me.  When he cuffed me for transport, he brushed his whole hand against mine.  He then came back about 1.5 hours later and transported me, personally, back to those same cells and screamed for them to put me back safely.  Later I could understand that he did not want to lose me.  He could then visit in the night.  So through the mirror, I sensed another dimension.  My life was creation at the time, and I could sense that I began a process to allow extra terrestrials from this other dimension checking whether it was time to join me in this one.   I played with their hostilities and forms, and instructed them to stay on the other side of this dimensional wall as I sat in this dimensional chamber linked mainly to vampirism and some werewolfery.  Mirrors have been the way they wish to contact, but sometimes they will tunnel through an entity.  It is a race.  I am the creator, an extra terrestrial from a dimension different from everyone in this one.  All of you hunt me, and I struggle to survive and thrive.  If the demonic in all of you wins, these alternative dimensional beings will be there to tunnel through and take me to a safe homeland that cannot be accessed by anyone here.  I am tired of being a governmental project.  I work to define the fifth force, which is love.  I can hold this magnetism in my heart, and I keep these alternative beings safe on the other side to keep them uninfected by the disease that I am immune to:  evil.  If they come in to quickly, they will be infected, and all of my creation will be for not.  I battle the top demonics in this world, solitarily, and the next, and begin to set up hell dimensions with the physics and magnetism of The Line Deputy.  He too, is silicon based, like me, but he is the strongest, most dominant male on the planet.  He can master all subjects, but it is his reality of being the most demonic that will keep me safe if he can turn away from all evil towards me and become my most loving master.  He will then lead the most space age military that has ever existed that does not use fossil fuels, but rather, is fueled by levitation.  His machines will terrify all populations into submission, and then he will pin all entities down for punishment phase for their crimes against God.  If royals and top alpha white males can do the same, they can join us in a hierarchical heaven dimension that we are building as I speak.  Last night, I had the telepathic intuition that these loving, dedicated, and military male extra terrestrial beings are beginning tunnel through again today, through white males who work for The CIA, the FBI, and all other U.S. agencies, simultaneously.  I met one at Starbucks, yesterday. 

The Path to the Actual Passion of the Soul

It is important on this day that I am dealing with Wiccan dreams that I explain that Buddhist thought  is the only way to deprogram yourself from Wiccan dreams and Wiccan thoughts sent deep into your brain stem.  One does not have to be Buddhist, but one must learn about mindfulness.  This is the ability to observe and accept the thought stream as it comes through without fighting it.  People believe that their thoughts guide them to the conscious and unconscious thoughts of their soul.  They believe that it all comes from within or as a reaction to the world around them.  Wiccan can send dreams (mostly nightmares) and thoughts of a shaming and horrific nature.  The truths about self are held in the chakra system in a complete honest and recordable way.  Learn about the eight chakras and you will free your soul to know who is sending this Wiccan and how much they are sending in that moment and day.  You all then have spiritual gifts to combat this Wiccan and the evil witches that are doing it solitarily or in covens.  Good luck with emancipation.

A New Wave

Hello news crew.  It is time to dig in and get started.  The whisper of the wind may be seen today.  Maybe even Jesus Christ will contact a being next to yee.  Arabs in vicinity.  It is time to replace the FBI and start their punishment phase.  I know that Colleed (of Saudi Arabia) is so filled with glee.  He and I are the whistles to be blown.  Well it went atomic in the last 24 hours and so Colleed's Saudi guard was on me, protecting in and overhead, on the bus.  It is okay to laugh.  The combinations can be hilarious.  Hang ups are very powerful business in this industry.  Hanging up on Colleed is a whole other matter.  Even uttering the beginning of the word no will have you strung up in the desert for a week.  The FBI gave him assurances and promises having to do with me when he had to leave lest he not become buggy batty insane in front of everybody of lower authority.  I sensed his unsteadiness, so I removed myself from the Caribou Coffee clutch.  He can now say what he needs to say in whatever language he needs to reach.  So my ability has me holding the position and maintaining a place to live and places to write and to be.  Being deprogrammed by Buddhist thought, it is very important to be able to be meditative in many places.  O'Reilly, release what you have.  It is just time to verbalize the Wiccan in that industry.  I had a full Wiccan nightmare that ended with a Wiccan charm.  It was a half dead baby bunny, bloody and gasping for air, in a decorated box.  There was a wadded up piece of tissue that then started levitating up and down on its own.  Wiccan witches are so evil that they think that this is artistry.  It makes me sick.  In the dream, I just tried to get the people who were judging me to notice the horror of this box in front of us.  They would not.  They just kept shaming and yelling at me.  Everything they said was false.  I woke up and then just got ready to come here to Starbucks in Fridley.  Keep going, ladies, it will have a boomerang affect soon enough and you will handle it with the crazy that you are.  There is not an ounce of sanity in any of you.  Bitter bitter bitter for eternity.  People actually hate you every day, but they just keep up their own evil and feel good about themselves because you are so much worse.

Amal For Pakistan

I brought Pakistan into the realm of chief yesterday.  It is a land of grand that the world has not seen.  It is no joke that Mr. BinLaden chose to seek shelter in their land.  The U.S., and its military, will now be screened for deceit and international offenses.  You all have been able to hide me, and what you are doing to me, until now.  Royals, outside of Pakistan, are now on the line as well.  I happened to have the keyhole and my full evaluation of my injuries, beginning at Pearl Harbor, gave me the key to access it properly.  Having all military in one family is not being seen as a good, or internationally legal, thing.  Combine that with the many royal lines in my lineage, and it creates an explosive combination that leaves me constantly picking up the pieces.  I am the target of it all while others just walk away.  I am at the end of paying for the sins of others, while I commit none.  All communities around me can lie and say that all of the offenses are mine, but there has been no proof the whole time.  It is all here say.  Now Pakistan will put the pieces together and allow Saudi Arabia to act more in The U.S. and in Pakistan.  The U.S. made Saudi Arabia the enemies after 9/11 when there was a far deeper conspiracy, linked to U.S. military and medicine, that was allowed to not be brought to light.  Yes, maybe foreign nationals hate the United States, but that alone does not make them guilty.  I hated my Brownie Troop Leader, but it does not mean that I ever spoke against her or even let her know how nasty I felt she was.  Royals have a few days to wake up and speak the truth before special torture chambers are created for just them by my Line Deputy of Marion County.  I write what I do to unite the forces to defeat evil, and especially a nuclear engagement against everyone, but beginning in The United States.  Mr. Trump, it is time for you to be checked internationally.  Have a good trip.  Even The Vatican is not going to be friendly, or shy and retiring.  I also brought in a military master who resides in The U.S., but is behind a shield every day.  He will keep my rich foreign male contacts informed, along with The Federal Civil Rights Judge.  I feel The U.S. Justice Department coming into this investigation and activation of all authority.  I did meet the head of the investigative services of The Justice Department at McCormick and Schmicks a few years ago after I met this Pakistani chief there with his U.S. State Department handler.  He did speak with me and ate in front of me in piece.  I gave him privacy and silence.  He did show me his credentials.  Mr. Trump, you will never know who this man is.  DOJ, good luck, and stay separate from The Department of Treasury, especially their investigative services and officers.

Judging the Scene

Stop talking about it all on TV.  Start using your spiritual abilities behind the scenes.  At this point, they are untraceable for especially the media.  I name a Saudi Royal Guard to guard this Federal Civil Rights Judge.  He is the most powerful judge in the world at this time.  Saudis CAN hear you, Mr. Trump.  They are recording for their own edification and inspiration.  The mighty Colleed will never meet with you privately even if you make an Oncology play to say you are worried about cancer and you know that he is the best.  You can die at Mayo if you want to announce to the world that you have given yourself cancer.  People pick up the stick and go at those who present themselves as the game changers who just keep everything the same.  If they actually speak about me, shut their pieholes for eternity.  Superglue is a start with a Wiccan charge.  Judge, this guard will not speak English around you.  You need to not be speaking about the case.  You are all I have.  Please do not fall prey to any tricks or ritualistic tactics.  Stay out of Texas and delegate authority in Minnesota at this time.  DO not appoint anyone from The U.S. State Department to help.  They are tied to a Pakistani chief around me.  I met with him and his State Department handler at McCormick and Schmicks publicly.  You can see that he gave me his private email and I emailed his twice about innocuous matters.  Just have The NSA show you those emails and get his file from The CIA.  Minnesota will make you crazy.  It is very toxic.  DO NOT talk to State Troopers, especially ones who guard Mark Dayton.  There are law enforcement eyes in this community (Columbia Heights and Fridley).  Good luck and let the force be with you.

Simplistic Poetry

My hot mint tea warms my heart and soul.  I look around and faces all look strange.  The grey day seems useless for activities that are a part of inspiration.  I walk with heavy feet to this place where I find a warm chamber, but no energy.  Colors are interchangeable and I am left with a sigh instead of a transcendental line or imagery.  It does feel hard today, and I just work to keep myself firmly in my body.  Ireland taps at my door in my dreams and I see green in the eyes of other.  My time is precious even though I have the freedom to choose my path each day.  After everything, I think of past pets who had adopted me, and made my life joyful and sweet.

Federal Civil Rights Chief Justice

I am excited to be going to The Como Zoo this week.  Alice, the female gorilla with about a 1.5 year old baby, is pregnant again.  She is held down low in the family chamber.  I now sit at Starbucks in Fridley.  I can see that there is a new wave of Asians who are here who have had it.  I watch, quietly, but I appreciate their presence.  From birth, these beings have had their thoughts monitored.  They know the reality of little privacy, but also screening others from what is really there.  It has gotten that bad in this environment.  Starbucks staff, just know that we can actually HEAR you.  Talking about any customer is bad enough, but hounding one person, or a racial or religious group has you in massive trouble with Constitutional Law and International Courts, as well.  You may be naive and think that that is all jibber jabber, but it means massive penalty phase.  I have met privately with the chief justice of the civil rights federal courts, in Indianapolis, Indiana, when I was there.  It was emotional and I did actually cry.  He soothed me and gave me a tissue.  I would not play on disability or religious differences at the time, so he had to put my case on a back burner as he waited for me to reach the space where I could openly announced my Buddhist affiliation.  Now my physical disability has been documented and studied, so I can report that aspect too.  I filed the 100 page report all by myself.  He then checked my civil and military law school credentials and knew why I could not scream uncle at the time.  I was doing all types of law in vicinity and especially some very special JAG work for Army and Navy.  We still have civil rights because I went further into investigation of Wiccan in law and law enforcement.  Well, Chief Justice, I am ready to press charges against all of the spaces in my paperwork and against every Starbucks in downtown Indianapolis, and The IDS and Fridley Starbucks in Minnesota.  It is both for defamation as a customer and, in Indianapolis, against their hiring practises.  Surprise guys, the boulder is already rolling down the hill.  We will still have coffee houses, and privacy of our thought systems and religious beliefs, because of all of my hard work.  Just know that I did not ask to see the judge directly, but once the federal civil rights court staff in Indianapolis, IN, read the paperwork, they flew him in to see my eyes and hear my voice, personally, that night.  As I write this as "Brave" by Sara Barielles plays on pandora.com.

Consider Separation

My tech-key is here today.  I like his responsible energy.  I feel like there is some real comedy under there.  I think that your work right now is preparing you for something bigger, something military.  You do a good job of existing quietly in an environment, and of not talking about your work.  You also work quickly.  I think that police presence will change in the future.  Cops will be representative of the populations that will be separating soon enough.  Many people do not know about a program my maternal grandmother, Ellen, instituted after WWII.  She created mortgages for different ethnicities in different sections of The Twin Cities.  St. Louis Park was for Jewish families, inner city was cheaper mortgages for African Americans, skirting that zone was a circle of Latinos, and then suburbs were primarily Caucasian.  If you ask a community like The Jewish community, they would, most likely, agree that this was a good program.  As other races and nationalities came in, housing projects did the same job.  Police, in the future, I believe, will reflect these communities.  I also think that they will be militarily trained, and there will be far less of them.  People are going to have to learn to stay out of the affairs of others and to respect from afar.  Eventually we will have a nation and world of SEPARATION, not segregation.  We will not engage communities.  We will seek the opposite, and people's whereabouts will be no one's business.  Judgment will fall away and punishment phase will commence fairly quietly.  My thoughts will be challenging for people to accept, but a world with no food, no medicine, and no safety would be worse.  The head in the sand that exists is the world concentrating on things that really do not matter, or that make diplomacy impossible with any community and/ or nation.  It will eventually lead to full cities of a race.  I give all of Chicago, IL, to African Americans.  There are some very beautiful things in Chicago and it is right on ports of Lake Michigan.  I am not talking of just slums, I am speaking of opulent portions too.  You, as a racial community, get to establish your hierarchy.  I give Austin, TX, to Caucasian couples with no children, thus no need for schools.  Tax bar would go way down.

Sorcery in the Military

We now have SORCERY in the military.  I type this with no cursor present.  It seems to just appear.  The special forces from the other day have now studied and published, through Oxford University, PhD papers on the explosion proof case and lenses of The Nikon my father had delivered early in the 70's to Pearl Harbor through The Kodak Hula Show.  Sorcerers have masterful knowledge of all ritualisms like all witchcraft, all satanism, alchemy, wizardry, warlockery, as well as being highly telepathic.  That is the pure military component.  They can now do mystical review of remote viewing and investigation of scene and tunnel through to make their engagements more effective and efficient.  The academic piece is the icing on the cake to obtaining this mystical and academic career making degree that guides all brain processes.  Stay out of their way because they are highly committed and resistant of all programming and indoctrination.  They have made up their own minds based on their personal theories, gift of prophecy, and interview of many guilty entities who are always bitter and full of deceit.  I just speak carefully, and find the effective and positive angles people need to see to proceed.  Sometimes that means to walk away so that critical thinking can occur at all levels for these military elites.  They have the open doors, and now they have the answers.  I know people who live every day of their life in deceit, feel no physical and/ or emotional pain (and they constantly lie that they are feeling such duress), and these military members do and are willing to actively do more to keep their shapes and high level abilities.  They wish to progress on the winning team.  You will never see what they do, but their success rate will be exponential here and overseas.

True Order

If you all keep talking about things within and around me, and stalking me, there will be consequences.  It is just that every action has an equal and opposite reaction.  Science in the mind would be best at this time.  Lies make you cruel and obsolete.  Now I have had an independent international authority evaluate the reality.  The results are so much worse than ever could have been anticipated.  I will continue to put one foot in front of the other and write almost daily.  These industries that you have supported against me with your lies are now turning towards you all.  Your clubs and activities will be disbanded.  Public assembly may become illegal soon enough.  Mr. Affleck, the gift of "the accountants" is not just their need for order and vicinity stability, it is the best FACIAL SHAPE RECOGNITION on the planet besides me.  We will put them out there around specific hits showing them three photos of a certain mark.  Anyone in their vicinity with that facial shape, will be those who have had contact with that person and they tunnel the mark through, automatically.  They can eliminate 8 of the same in one day and get us closer to the top, the elite marks, here and overseas.  I believe that this program will be so successful, nationally and internationally, that top marks will stay away from ALL beings who have accountant qualities.  It is being in the line of fire that will make them elite. top competitors, and HAPPY.  Ben, you may be confused today.  You have had the door opened in terms of study of my family.  It is time to slam it and lock it.  No more contact for any Hollywoods with this team.  They always work together, even after nasty divorces.  Everyone is just friends, right?  Maybe they even go out, privately, on their "unanniversaries."  It is insane, and I have coped with their theories all along.  I am now my own entity and creation.  I just say, everyone stay away.  I have First Amendment rights.  I am also protected by The Americans with Disability Act.  I hate to pull out that card because I work through tremendous pain, but it is a biggie.  All of you supporting the actual despots will never see a court of law.  The Line Deputy of Marion County has been planning containment systems and international courts of appearance for 5 years straight.  You all have really underestimated this colossal behemoth.  Mastermind doesn't even begin to express his range of ken.  LD says, "I am here and it is clear that you will never learn or change.  It is time for the real authorities to step in."  Thank you LD.

Special Forces In My Brain

So I am feeling a synergy of all systems in my brain stem at this moment.  Maybe thoughts become more robotic for some, but more melodic for me.  How do you understand a system when you are a part of the problem's solution, unconsciously?  I say it is the land of liberty, but not for me.  I give you an order to study and you look away.  You are done for eternity.  Military needs to become hot sexy machine, and Hollywood more diseased, very publicly.  It is mostly Wiccan that is the devil of all extremes.  Many other cultures can respect other systems of management like sadistic satanism or wizardry, but not Wiccan.  They are taught to hate it by their mother's young.  These women will be sought, found, and destroyed by the fathers.  The sons are now in The U.S. of A.  Eyes of terrorism are now turning into eyes of a very personal torturer, silently.  The Wiccan heart that beats in every city in The United States, must be sought and destroyed by a combination of those who came to do both schooling and dastardly deeds, and those who are high level military.  This urban war will come soon, if we are to have any resources left.  Mass transit now carries so many rats.  I gather more around me daily.  We will partially train drivers and rain engineers in military mind.  They will look away as our best go into areas of extreme telepathic torture for all community on these lines.  The mouthpiece will be burrito joints like Panchero's and Maya Cuisine, where my mother and I went today.  Chipotle will not be considered.  They are too multicultural and Wiccan at this time.  In go the multinationals who will receive food for free, and a mission's plan, telepathically.  They will then enter the train in pairs and blow a real dog whistle.  One will read a paper in their native tongue and the other will watch the vicinity.  A unit of 5 special forces experts will get on and eliminate everyone in the two cars that are accessible.  They will then exit and get on a bus going the other direction.  They will use their droids (never iphones) to go to sites like metrotransit.org.  They will already know the transit routes in the vicinity and they will use "next trip" function to be seen for the least period of time.  They will be perfectly outfitted for each to eliminate 12, and all black uniforms.  No damage will happen to the mass transit vehicle.  They will converge on the airport and take the tunnels to HHH terminal, and take the first trip out to DC for debriefing at the redone portion of The Pentagon.  Missions will then be studied by The Citadel.  The foreign nationals will meet back at the burrito bar and write down a list of tunnel throughed individuals (i.e. people who are stalking them personally from overseas), they will eat again and pay for that meal, change their clothes and throw away their other clothes in the restroom (the employees will burn them after they leave), and they will send on telepathic 911's about the mission they just viewed, actually, that were points that could have injured or killed these very special special forces.  There will be no video or audio in these burrito bars or telepathy will break down completely and cause schizophrenia.  This happened at Pancheros (CIA drop shop) around me.  The CIA will then contact these foreign nationals later that week and receive torture orders that are necessary for persons complicating or interfering with these very mighty soldiers.  As the soldiers leave the mass transit where they have not eliminated anyone, they will say, in unison, "This is a test, only a test of the emergency broadcast system.  Further directions will follow...beeeeeeeeeep."  This message, embedded in all Americans from birth, except in Appalachia, will then be activated in the memory so they will be stunned and just let these soldiers be without any further discourse.

Hello A Whole New Special Forces Doctor

It is just you and me.  I feel that you have been brought before me to have a clean slate on royals who are military and torture personnel.  I see that you are about to explode, but not at me.  Just know that your "ignorance" is very valuable and brilliant FRESH EYES on the matters of the day and communities merging here.  I am here.  If you need to find me, just look up my driver's license.  It is special and does have a cool hologram that your has as well.  Maybe the mirror that we are can bring you confidence that the kinks within you can be ironed out quickly.  Buddhist thought will help you become a "Teflon minded" individual.  Privacy is necessary...Hope, I did not know that you were here, on this planet I mean.  Your questions and stories are such sweet clues to me to amp up my balance and knowledge of the state of Indiana and the state of Minnesota.  People make such mastery only being found on the coasts.  Now I see where soldiers come from, and I am embarrassed that I was not briefed to meet you properly.  I can see your Irish eyes shining.  That tattoo on your ankle IS Special Forces.  We are new and we need to understand even your time in CHUNG MOO QUAN, properly.  I was introduced to the hollideck today.  Your mastery was grace and glory especially because you were in your early twenties, not childhood.  You learn and become master constantly.  Your wisdom shows when you said to you physical therapist intern, "I have had a lot of masters."  I am here to learn and be, from day one, dedicated and fully committed PUPIL.

He Pressed Erase

I had written an entry about the Minneapolis Police (2nd precinct) open house and the STARGAZER who is stalking my writing, erased it remotely.  Oman, stop it.  I guess I am supposed to take a different approach.  Okay, I work to stabilize things.  People, from many places, school, groups, and communities, are placed around me.  I just continue to create and compete.  I identify and then I try to use an artistry that will welcome the given entity and his or her psychology.  I had been to this open house last year and I could tell that they brought military masters in to observe and interact on this day.  I picked up many levels of Special Forces and a few M.I.T. graduate specialists who are both military.  In the end, it all becomes bomb squad.  The word that is so loaded in this time and space is terrorist.  I relate to case histories and try to peak intellectual curiosity.  Every person has that profile inside.  I am just a different colony all together, thus I seek to keep your thirst for knowledge activated.  Prolific activity can lead to all types of fanaticism, but expansion of range of ken and IQ brings a creature respect by all community and to planned and organized study of that entity.  Finding humor is important.  It can say that the past will not determine an organism's future.  Torture is a topic for further study.

Crossing Lines: Quite A Journey to Independance

My mission today is keeping drugs and prostitution out of the towing industry.  I call on my Federalis to tunnel through and clean up my side of the street.  That would be AAA (American Auto Association) and CAA (Canadian Auto Association).  Mexico will be handled through Tijuana.  That is where I had to get my DEA boyfriend out of a Federali law enforcement vehicle.  I negotiated so well that the very handsome Federali proposed to me right there.  I took the Federali badge, but I told him that my mission was to get my creep of a boyfriend out of there.  I have never traveled any other place in Mexico, though I have been by the border when my sister lived south of Tuscon, AZ.  Well that badge is handy now.  They telepathically plant it on your forehead where he gave me a sweet kiss.  He then knew that I was active service U.S. Marine.  Now The Sikhs can see it all.  This case I am working on is not small.  We will keep legitimate service of Rolls Royce's in Mexico, and that will lock down the U.S., and British Columbia and Toad River, especially.  El Chapo come through.  Guys, it is a joke.  He is an electrical and structural engineer.  He is a Federali that has a vice of digging tunnels for no reason.  We just put him undercover to catch undercover U.S. prostitutes in media industry and keep the drug lines drawn to prevent poverty and violence.  He is a ROAD GEEK, actually, and he sent the author of MILE MARKER Road Guide to Toad River, B.C. to meet me when I took a road trip to Alaska and drove the AL CAN personally.  My engineer spirit finished the road and gave the pipeline a rest.  (We just reached a point where we fell a foot and then it was gravel from there.  I am high and holy Teamster.  El Chapo flew his two seater plane in that day.  Just to let my traveling companions know, he was sitting at the corner table drinking coffee and reading a SPANISH paper.  You all are such dullards.  I just guard people's privacy.  Good luck AAA and CAA.  Federalis are not a crew you want to disappoint, right Dalia Lama?

Please Sir, Can You Touch Your Tows?

Thank you for listening.  I am still shaking from the tunnel through.  I know that things are weird and you are the key.  We are mimicry, and he is too.  Let us ask tribal cop from undercover day at Starbucks, Fridley.  It was funny, and it was time to expand the minds of Japanese if they are to be around me.  I write quietly in this coffee bar.  It is simple and yet so complex.  I have an extra Wiccan expert on this one.  He is undercover for Fridley, and now Columbia Heights, Police.  Let's just call him TECH-KEY.  I love you, baby, baby.  I am just disarming you before you see the reality.  This will never be a "drop shop."  I just made sure of it.  Let's all just get along and usher Will VanBank in as KING of the bling bling, my wedding rings, here and overseas.

Attn: STEVE RE: Tow Management

I was in a situation the other night that I was in a tow truck for AAA.  The driver was very nice and extremely efficient.  I gave him enough information that he can look into a few vital things for me on that front.  I call on Vice President Steve to become an efficiency expert.  Members can deal with the complaints desk if they have an instance that calls for a review.  If drivers are dealing with inappropriate behaviors, they should contact my driver from the other night, through GLEN from the radio room, undercover.  You are much more under review than you all know.  This man now knows it.  We will make him lead DEA, and he can drop off drugged out and consuming "guests" at The 2nd Precinct day or night.  It is okay if the evidence has been ingested.  They can test the defendant's hair the next day.  Steve, the system is about to collapse.  Drivers have had it with being forced to go, alone with no witnesses, pick up Wiccan Witches doing witchcraft on them right there in their cab.  These are very hard working white males so they are actually the most discriminated against group on the planet.  It will be sorted out soon enough.  Hopefully the rain goes away.  I am going to The Open House at The Second Precinct in Minneapolis today.

Will, Maybe the FIELDS OF GOLD are Waiting for Us

The cursor blinks in front of me, as I try to detect a thought to begin the action of typing.  I travel around the carousel of entities I like to communicate with, and I come up fairly empty.  I did write a well crafted pair of emails yesterday.  I think people will now think twice before taking PCP, in New York City.  I think that my bus driver was specially picked today.  I think that he is an NYC limo driver.  We joked and I figured it out, in jest, very quickly.  Maybe someone is protecting me on this important Mother's Day.  I send greetings to the mothers in my family, especially my mother, Mary.  We will celebrate on Wednesday before my physical therapy.  I say hello to communicators.  Connections are moving further away from me.  I say hello to you, LAVENDER.  I am hoping that things are going well.  Lavender tulips is what I send you, in imagery.  I hope the lands you are exploring are bringing you closer to center.  Time ticks by, and I hope I do see you again one day.  I stay back.  It is the decision of each almighty where and when he will intersect with me.  I walk through this land in blindness, but verbalizing that I obviously do know things underneath.  Your intellect is becoming a collection, and your religion is becoming more of a mind training program.  That is how I practice Buddhism.  It is my thoughts that need to be observed and tempered at times when I am ill at ease.  We see the colors.  You actually view it.  For me, it is in my mind's eye.  The emergence of my third eye was complete, not imagery.  It appeared in three bathrooms where people were unconsciously portaling.  It is best, because they were in a state of tormented undress.  These are black holes, in formation, thus shape shifting of family members and other close entities appeared as well.  Maybe it is important to share that I was Panchero's Mexican Restaurant, in Golden Valley, MN, which was the most active CIA drop shop that has ever existed, and I was reading a book on palmistry, and I looked at my hands and my fingers were completely bending all in same direction sideways.  I think that that was a falling star in the cosmos that we cannot see.  There were no chemicals in my system, when these things occurred.  It was viewed, and confirmed, by others.  I never hallucinate in any way.  It is important to note that it was different people coming into that drop shop every day.  It was very busy, and I doubt that very many people survived.  The Company sent in an assassin crew and one was outfitted with a personal Beretta to take care of Will and I.  We were never supposed to be alone, and we were never supposed to fall in love.  It set the stages for Muncie, IN where Will had an ACTUAL twin who was 3 inches taller.  He was a military and martial artist master from Germany.  He would teach in the YWCA basement, by the pool.  The three man team of fixers was taken care of by jokes I made because they were wearing these heinously expensive suits on.  I didn't want them embarrassing or intimidating Will, so I walked through the cluster and joked that Easter was the next weekend.  They are dressed up a little too early.  After they ate, the man with the gun got my attention and actually hopped away.  Those Panchero's days were all so naturally trippy.  I am in the middle of watching "The Accountant."  It is all just so appropriate as the day unfolds in front of me.

Rage at Dream Manipulator

There are those with dream abilities. They get into your dreams and try to inform you of false truths about yourself.  I had a stalker with major false dream abilities my whole life, but especially since I opened to channel my mediumship abilities.  I know exactly the nasty one who causes so many and who caused mine last night.  I hope you feel accomplished, because I fucking hate you.  I have to just pretend like I do not know, but I have known for years.  You will be caught soon enough, especially on the continent of Europe.  World leaders will never deal with you.  You will always be seen as diabolical and crazy.  An amazing war criminal is who you are, and I have dealt with you for infinity.  No more innocence is associated with you.  Act much?  No one cares.  You are crazed and crazy and everyone knows it. Maybe I get into YOUR head today.  You are such an ugly being when you do this type of behavior.  Everyone actually hates you, but presents as nice, because they do massive witchcraft and satanism and they hate me because I am here to tell you all that God will judge you with a wrath that has never been seen.  Sit in your massive delusions of security and intellect.  It is all wizardry and you are all about to be massively mentally retarded in a court of law.  I know you love that place.  Just keep attending and you will see that you have no ability to edit.  Maybe now my aunt comes into play as a WITNESS and a new intellect that no one has seen.  Maybe my physical therapist is gathering evidence at an infinite pace.  I know that you do not feel fear, but world nations do.  GERMANY is done.  You all must stay away.  If I was playing checkers, I would say KING ME.  He is wrath, genius, and importance on all colony.  You will never have his heart, mind, and spirit.  You tried to make him terrified today, but he stood tall.  Maybe my aunt now sees the true heroes and can see me as an impetus to move into the world court in a confident way.  I have survived.  Just ask the prosecutor and private investigator from NYC about the MUNCIE experiment.

Physical Therapy in the Family

I have been thinking of my aunt.  I have not seen her since my sister's wedding.  It was a strained exchanged.  I think that she maybe had some bad information.  I just want her to be safe and happy.  I think that she is coming up because I am doing physical therapy in a pool.  Years ago, she was hit by a barreling semi when she was stopped in a turn lane in Eden Prairie, MN.  The driver hit her from behind at an advanced speed.  Luckily, she was in a new Cadillac and it crumpled around her, but it caused no amputation or complete paralysis.  It really affected her life and ability to be a wife.  When people saw the car after, they said that there is no way that anyone survived that accident, but she did.  Well, today, I think that she is coming to the knowing that she is a Japanese BUTTERFLY.  Her wings are about to spread, and a whole new way to be will be what she can see.  I think that she would make an AMAZING physical therapist at The Golden Valley Courage Center.  She very much knows what is real and fake when it has to do with pain.  I recommend that Dunwoody Institute actually give her her Bachelor of Arts in Beauty and Mechanics, simultaneously.  I think that she would be perfect for the crew at NDSU (North Dakota State University) doctoral program.  She now has her private pilot license and a personal plane, so she could get herself and 3 other students in and out of North Dakota and Minneapolis even in the winter when the weather is crazed.  This woman is so internationally talented, and it is time for her to shine a professional entity with the highest degree.  I would say that the Courage Center should allow her to take her doctoral degree exam ASAP on the knowledge she has, and then she can do 6 months, from today, on individual research, and whatever classes they want to give her, to gain the highest doctorate that they have ever seen.  Research with regeneration would be best.  So middle namesake aunt, take my paper from The National Academy of Science research paper on planaria and concentrate on latitudinal regeneration.  Create positive imagery for physical therapy students who really do want to walk again, even if that means feeling the most pain they have ever experienced.  They can NEVER then take any pain medication, even Ibuprofen, ever again.  Good luck.

Maybe A Butterfly Can Hear Me

I am rage right now.  I guess it is not safe for world community if I have rights.  Can we talk about blatant misdirect?  No realities are reality.  Be that way.  The whole world is going to pot.  You all do not care.  When do I get someone to stand up for me, to my face, directly?  Flow in, flow out.  I just have to keep my cool, constantly, with a major head injury that should make me rage every day.  I had a parent addressed, very directly, and with rage, by a neurologist from the results of a EEG.  It was that obvious.  He said, "What happened to your daughter that caused a blunt force trauma to her brain around birth?"  His name was Dr. Joseph Shrant.  After that he disappeared.  Oh, it is so my life.  Well that parent just acted as if there was no reality to that statement.  To survive, I just moved on.  My father worked with neurologist, Dr. Golden of Noren Clinic (Plymouth, MN) to say that it was just water on my brain.  Like that is even normal?  I have HAD IT.  You all get to lie and you win every time.  I can't believe the fantasy that you live in.  If you believe the lies, they will be told about you too.  Well, I am going to believe in my Aunt Karen today.  Maybe she can put it into words without hostility so that people can start taking responsibility, internationally.  Those who have in my family are in danger, thus Karen is really on the line today.  Be careful not to contact The NSA if you have any guilt because they will use a wizardry on your devices that you cannot believe.  I guess I am labeled psychotic every day because I know exactly how to file my experiences.  Stay away from The Courage Center or you will hit a study there that you do not want to be a part of.  Police, sheriff, and FBI are useless at this point.  U.S. Navy, you are through.  Polynesians who schedule base living and other quarters have had it and are on 911 alert today.  Everything you all do just identifies you.  Maybe I won't survive, but I have left a beautiful black trail for all to identify the enemies of all state and nation.  Maybe foreign nations have had it, and they have mystical abilities, since birth, that they have kept until now.  I will keep names out of it, but I call on you today.  Maybe I can't tell right from left, but I can tell beauty from disease, right Jeff?

MultiAsian Crew

This Starbucks is starting to have all nationalities of Asians in attendance.  I think that it portends good things.  Yesterday, a family, that I believe was Hmong, came to sat next to me.  There were 3 adults and an 18 month old child.  The way they did his hair made it hard to tell if he was male or female.  As soon as they walked in, I felt like they were trying to sell this child for about an hour.  He had a t-shirt on, but only diapers.  I felt that it was very inappropriate, but I said nothing.  They stayed for about an hour.  The other Asians, especially The Japanese, were rage.  It all culminated when one of the glass Starbucks tumblers shattered for really no reason at all.  Be boundaried here with your children.  That is just my sound advice. 

Look At The Sky

There is a media personality in town, who, I believe, protects the voice of good in industry here.  I believe that he was a fraternal twin brother, to Peter, in Biblical times.  I believe that Peter was a rabbi and was married to a midwife and he had one child, named Thomas, who also became a disciple.  They both had grand abilities.  So the brother went by Peter and then Saul, dependent on the crowd.  Peter had almost drowned several times in The Sea of Galilee, and so his twin began tracking the sky.  When the rageful Wiccan witcheries were around his brother, this winds would whip up and draw amazing swells in the sea.  The center of it was Galilee.  Peter's twin, was mute, both verbally and telepathically, and he would just look to the sky and point and then DISAPPEAR to take care of it behind the scenes.  I experienced one of these Wiccan gales the other day with a cloud free sky.  It was freaky.  This twin also made sure that Peter never did stutter.  Once the twin disappeared for good, he became THE WIND, actually, and these wind anomalies were never reported again.

Biblical Characters

I have run into one of the regulars at Starbucks, Fridley, who I have not seen for a while.  We spoke for a little bit and started looking at the realities behind the theology that we know.  He has a keen mind and great boundaries.  He is able to grasp that these Biblical characters were very different, in action and personality, than is presented in The Bible.  I believe that this man is wise beyond his years and brilliant with anesthesia since the age of 3.  I see him as a disciple alternative from Jesus's day.  People would never see Christ and his crew more than once so it did not matter if the principle characters looked different.  This man could straighten out their words and ship so as not to be in a position for ALL of them to be arrested.  It was word of mouth that really made the story.  I see this man as one who could create a cohesive line and thought for that Biblical community.  He has a Platonic sense of right and wrong.  The questions he asked were deep, so the meaning needed to be deeper.  People were feeling something, and Christ's community was charged with answering the more disturbing calls from The Roman government.  This man could write a classic epistle like no one's business, and basically state that these matters around this looming and dark man (Jesus) were no one's business.  Maybe it is time for this man to break his silence and talk about the stalking that goes on around this Starbucks community.  He can use the word DEMONIC in a logical way, and respect the privacy of Jesus and other Biblical characters.  I will say, if provoked, he will fight back, VICIOUSLY, in print and verbally.  He does not care who you were presented to be in the document that is The Bible.  It was a book of diplomacy that defined lines, so that, in the here and now, Christ and his disciples could know what is the difference between right and wrong.  The affairs that he rights for the police up here are Wiccan (as he was in Biblical times as well).  He has been a Wiccan master from birth, and has used it to protect the privacy for those he respects.  Can you hear me now?

Color Network

I took an early morning walk this morning because I couldn't sleep.  I went by the park and I could hear the wild turkeys gobbling.  I couldn't see them, but it was really cool.  I thought that it was strange because it was 5:15 am.  I felt like it was a sign of PROTECTION.  I had to endure quite a bit today, but I have made it through to Fridley Starbucks.  I put LAVENDER in the water today.  I sing a song of yellow, and watch a meteorologist report of green.  I speak in silence, and I hear the cries of the rabbit.  Native traditions are in play and they are brown today.  Maybe a horse that I rode bareback at the age of three still loves me.  Why don't we SEE the thunder and HEAR the lightning today?  I am here to witness a winter coming to a stop sign on the hill.  Spring is water flowing in the creek, and I greet the meaning of DANDELIONS with a smile, not a frown.  Maybe I will share a bit, but also draw a firm boundary.  I must move on.  That is what the rules are, but it does not mean that I forget, or don't care.  I keep a computer Rolodex in my head to call upon when the thought lines come my way.  I felt free on my walk as the birds sang, and once back at my apartment I became a PASSENGER (I watched the whole movie.).  I am here to answer and to ask questions, simultaneously.  I free WILL today to work for peace by studying urban war.  He is my most prized pupil, and is worth getting out of bed in the morning for his energy and commitment.  He knows the crazy of the world, and I protect him from being deluged or injected with it.  Will, I miss your professional hands and steady sky blue eyes.  Maybe you can ride the rapids with me today, and then we can BOTH just walk away.

Monks Do Your Own Work

I also had a dream that was pretty long, but what I need to write about is a guerrilla team coming onto a beach and firing rapid fire at a rate that is impossible, for a very extended period of time.  It indicates aggression coming my way.  I woke up and felt like MONK community, with others, were RAGE my way.  Guys, deal with your inner quagmire and stay away from me, especially with your Wiccan abilities.  Your rage can be used militarily, but if you keep going at me, you will be held behind the scenes and bled of your energies, by organized torture perfected in The Middle East, by Pakistanis, for military service by others.  Deal with your hierarchy.  It is not right in this time and space, and deal with your hypocrisy.  I am not here to take a baseball bat to my face every night when I am asleep.

A Collective Unconscious Dream

I had a dream last night that was very peculiar and vivid.  When I awoke, a guide told me that it was an acid dream.  This was strange because I have never had acid.  The guide thought that it was strange and uncanny as well.  I was in my mom and stepfather's SUV and my stepfather was driving.  We were driving along and we came upon a place where there was no road.  We were driving across a desert like terrain that seemed like a lake that had dried up.  There were points that I could see places that were still water and my stepfather could not see.  I would yell for him to miss the water.  We then came upon a place where the desert turned to ice and, again, I was seeing open water.  My stepfather would not stop and he drove into the lake.  As the SUV sank, I escaped through the window.  The water tasted disgusting.  A small shark came from beneath and latched unto me like a succubus.  Once above water, he began to light up.  The water was freezing, and then a warm wave crashed over me and I washed to the shore.  I began vomiting up the lake water.  I felt really sick.  I then looked to the lake and I realized that my mother and stepfather did not make it.  Then, out of nowhere, my former friend Jeff appeared out of the woods, on shore.  There were about 12 different copies of him.  I then stood there thinking that something, very traumatic, was over.  The scenes were just so bright and crisp.  I am getting that it was a dream with imagery from the collective unconscious.  It is powerful and quite important, says the tribe coming through.  It is important that I was dealing with both extreme heat and extreme cold in one dream.  I have somehow dealt with something emotional and reached the shore.  Deprivation, in a way, is coming to an end.  I need to now prepare for many forms of one entity in front of me.  I do also believe that this is linked to overseas military service readiness.

On This Sunny Day

I had a pretty free flowing day.  I went to physical therapy and that leaves me feeling pretty tired, but I did catch lunch with my mom at Kim's Vietnamese down the street from my house.   There is servitude that I feel, but I try to leave my mind to be free when I write.  It brings through energies and subjects that can be interesting and cathartic.  Physical therapy has given me a surprising place for me to just have interesting conversations while I work.  The discourse flows easily, and thus the time does as well.  It is time to take on academia, wherever you find it.  Wiccan witchery (and some Pagan), and wizardry needs to cease.  Ritual should give way to schedule with some room for sway.  Try for perfection, as you see it, not as the should be's of the world which are also Wiccan witchcraft.  Stop stealing and start to pray with earnestly.  Beauty will come from birds in the sky and leaves on the trees.  A smile may mean so much more, and connection will be seen as heavenly, wherever it comes from, and in whatever being it comes from.  Just tonight I greeted a dog that looked like a coyote (that stands for trickster in Native American totems) by putting my hand out and he shyly licked it with his soft tongue.  This act made me miss a bus, but another came quickly.  I feel the noose slipping from my neck, and the reality of MONK is coming discretely into my life and my presence.  I picked up a Zen Monk on the bus today.  He looked a little confused.  I welcome the monastic presence, energy, and lifestyle.  My empathic core will express itself through mimicry and I feel like the Wiccan Witchcraft that has been practiced against me since I was a baby, will no longer have its hold and power.  These monks, in return, may feel a new power, in community, and a certain PEACE that never even come from meditation practises before.  I was made a Wiccan "charm" by a coven by the time I was 3.  There should have been nothing left of me.  I am FEMALE, and I am HETEROSEXUAL, but those witches, and others, keep abusing me, publicly, by saying that I behave like a male in how I relate, and that I must be gay.  NO those molesters are gay, and what they are doing is a major SIN against God Almighty and the order of The Heavens that will be.  They will be confined to the hell that they create with each other.  Churches will no longer be so welcoming of these witches and their verbalizations, once these Buddhist Monks tunnel through to show their true demonry.  It is not possession, they are just that evil.  As things clear, I feel that free love is coming to be an actual reality for me in this very calm and peaceful place.  My pain, at all levels, is giving way to my effortless butterfly wings.

Sanity Even In University

It is one of those days.  I did see a huge hawk as I approached Starbucks in Fridley.  After yesterday, everyone is trying to figure out their covenant.  There are many, but we must be small.  I am complete without knowing anything at all.  I evolve through nightmares, and find the sentiment that is right.  Holy becomes defined and you are mine as I see.  Be careful how you see.  Know me properly.  Discern your own evil, and make it right with the universe.  The confusion of what can be may defined by a Buddhist University.  I recommend Harvard.  It is time to have no more religions clouding the way.  I see Buddhism, not as a religion, but a mind training that works with the effective and ineffective.  Effective is sane and ineffective is insane.  We need the halls there to be walked by masters who do not care about the elite.  Sexuality needs to no longer be part of the university system.  Too many ineffective, sexually addicted professors have left the university system to wizardry.  No one knows nothing as all.  As the hierarchy leaves the vicinity of other universities and thought systems, people will understand what true evil actually is.  I don't care what facts you have in your head,wizardry, and especially Wiccan witchery, will leave you dead in your head.  We will have elevation and we will feel proud of the way we evolve, especially publicly.  I am here if you have concerns.  Hamline University has left me in the wilderness, but my academic records are held behind the strongest firewall in existence.  I am complete, and I always compete.  I did not go to a Ivy league school where I would have no privacy, they brought especially MIT and Harvard (and all other Ivy) to me.  I graduated on time, but they changed the date of my degree.  You all know nothing at all, and you know nothing of the military Grand Plan around me.  I have been kind, but I still well defined.

Thich Nath Hanh in Vicinity

There are many Asians, especially Japanese, here at Fridley Starbucks, today.  I look up as a man walks over to a table in front of me.  He looked me in the eye, and smiled.  I then, pretty quickly, picked up that he was a Buddhist Monk.  I first got that Thich Nhat Hanh was tunneling through him.  He was part Vietnamese and part Chinese.  It then became clear, from his telepathy that it was Thich.  I don't think that he has ever been seen properly by anyone.  Thich was a monk in a Vietnamese monastery in Vietnam during the conflict there.  He is a fire breathing dragon, and was the ONLY Vietnamese combatant at Dien Bien Phu against The French.  It was their final engagement, and then The French left Vietnam ASAP.  They had never seen a mystical ability that strong, and by a sane entity.  They left before they felt HORROR, especially in their dreams.  After the conflict with the U.S., he was exiled to France.  He wrote a Buddhist doctrine there called, The Miracle of Mindfulness.  The monks and The U.S. military picked France for his exile, because they thought that he would be locked in that monastery by the French who loathed Vietnam and him, personally, from his writings on PEACE.  Because he was never seen as the same entity, he would escape easily, and go to the underbelly of Paris where he studied prostitution.  His telepathy was sent to all in vicinity.  He told us that he is here to deliver me, specifically, AMNESTY.  He sent that the constant torture, especially telepathically, and Wiccan witchcraft my way, has to cease.  He and his FRENCH MONKS will tunnel through for this alien entity that is me.  I am careful about words I use, but he has been seen as a Supreme Being his whole life.  When he delivered his telepathic edict, a woman right by the two of us with an NDSU sweatshirt on, got up and moved to the table farthest away for no apparent reason.  No play today, HONEY!!!  There is just NOTHING sweet about you.  As Thich got up to leave with a broadcast entity who was a white male, "Confidence", by Teddy Geiger began to play on pandora.com.  He then sent me a telepathic bouquet of yellow and red tulips.  He started to send a green one as well, and I said,  "No, it is displeasing."  He then sent, "This woman never does LSD or PCP of her own volition.  We will keep it that way."  Thich you did great.  Get out of your robes more, write a Political Science PhD on Zen Buddhism and The Prostitution Industry, and make sure that you always have the keys and you never teach.

The Revolution of Evolution

There are times when an entity basically shows his angel wings.  It is when I see his prowess, but not what he is doing, mystically.  When I was being evaluated, my main physical therapist, all of a sudden asked me if I would like a drink of water.  I, intuitively, said yes.  He stood up quickly, and then he went in the hall and said something in a firm tone to a person there.  I feel like my privacy was being affected by a tunnel through situation.  I believe that I was about to hear it, actually.  It was time to stand and deliver, and boy did he.  Today, I am very fatigued from this physical therapy, but I believe that I am doing many things at one time.  It is time for especially white males to find their dominance and true calling.  One can look for the light in all that he does, but one must commit himself to something greater than even the universe we live in.  I think that things will stabilize now that I had a friendly conversation with this U.S. Marine who was waiting for his ride.  I explained that I was born at U.S. Army Tripler Hospital, at Pearl Harbor.  He then asked about the military in my family, and then he went on his merry little way.  Nuns may need to kick the habit now that he sees the Catholic evolution and revolution around a woman who was raised to mind everyone in my mother's, my stepfather, and my ex-stepfather's perishes.  I had to be squeaky clean to get through unscathed. 

Mr. Lauritsen, I Do Not Want to Be on TV

John Lauritsen, in New York City, I am Rinpoche, YMCA, and Daughters of the Revolution (to be besides me).  All three will be Sikh, which is all male.  Security is important to me so I give up New York City Ballet that I was ordained at the age of 3. Ford Modeling will go to Sweden.   I will never practice medicine in New York so that I can have an international license to torture in that vicinity for the military.  Ed will be my cohort there.  He is special forces that was formerly termed EXPLORER.  His form in Vietnam was PREDATOR.  See the first movie today.  That is actually thermal scans of him in the jungles of South Vietnam.  He holds the key.  He sees what bar vicinities, clubs, and dance societies do to me.  MY SPINE and sexuality will be guarded by Sikh society.  I will not explain, and I expect privacy or the volcanoes just beneath the land will erupt into the sea and spill fatal salts into the water.  Fish will die, but algae will survive.  Milfoil much anyone?  Invasive species will rule as you all treat me with your invasive cores.

Sikh Security

I am at the downtown IDS Starbucks.  There were 3 Sikhs, without turbans, hanging out by the railing in the skyway.  One eventually came into the store.  I watched him work his magic and it was funny.  They are so telepathic with derogatory reports, especially to women, in vicinity.  One of the most prissy walked away in a huff to go back to her cubicle and cry her little eyes out and possibly bang her head.  He got his order and went to stand with his crew.  They were doing something on their cell phones, but all I can remember was the big smiles they had on their faces.  I cannot fully see what they were doing, but my soul was laughing along with them.

Boundary Violation

I placed a boundary, in print, the other day.  The predator then proved, very publicly, his predilection.  There is a paradox.  I have been surrounded by such disease, and have never contracted any of it.  I have followed safety protocols, but also, very intuitively, allowed mysticals in my space.  They are everything and nothing at all.  The chains are insane, but sometimes through the work of dissonance, a masterful melody is formed.  This predator is the x factor.  In the end, he will be all disease, and no one will want him in their vicinity.  It will be worse than the most nasty looking AIDs cases, in New York City, in The 1980's.  You reap what you sew, and I am here to save all communities from you.  Today, I believe the fence goes up around me, and YOU will kept away from all celebration and family events that I choose to attend.  Maybe that is just a prayer, but I can have HOPE in medicine, which was the first tradition I studied and was surrounded by, to bring about this very day.  It was torture, but now it can be supreme love, very quietly.

The Rain Reflects My Frustration

It has been a pretty frustrating day, but I feel like I have handled it well.  My insurance got screwed up, my bus pass too, and I called 911 by accident when I tried to call my mother with a similar 3 digit code.  The emergency operator was very nice to me as I was basically handling 3 calls at one time on two different phones.  I think that things are getting figured out.  It made it so I could not have an appointment with my doctor, but he is graduating, so they did let me say goodbye.  He came out to the waiting area and talked to me for about 10 minutes.  He was very sweet and he gave me a welcoming and a goodby very kind hug.  I wished him well.  I pray that his time in servitude is now through.  I have had a case that is not straightforward, so I told him that he can use it as a case study if he needs to.  All of you out there just know that I had a dream with a white panther in it last night.  He would walk on a leash, but I chose to set him free. There was a point that he just lay on his back to have me rub his belly.  I actually verbalized to a man I see every time I came here to downtown Minneapolis Starbucks.  I saw him at the Fridley Starbucks last week.  Behind the scenes there may be some emergency action today.  I did see a pair of Sheriff Deputies walking through the sky way outside The Starbucks.  That is a rarity.  I feel like the reigns are coming off of some very powerful figures this week, thus the panther dream.  These men are one of a kind and are trained in EVERYTHING.  Good luck, and GODSPEED.