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.