Working Through the Complications

The environment here at Starbucks Fridley is fairly dry.  I find no muses around me.  Yesterday I felt Sikhs looking into the emergence of my third eye.  I felt a Hindu priest looking into my experiences with shape shifting.  It brought up this grand sense of humor.  I have been looking for the beings who are my people and, on Earth, I am a Sikh.  Their God has finally seen the proof.  I felt such a major sense of belonging.  I also have entities I am creating behind a universal wall who will be there with me even if I die.  I don't know what this knowledge will do for me in the day to day, but it gave me the courage to sit down a representative from my housing complex and talk to her about my lineage lines.  That also will probably do nothing, but it will close some doors that were too open for nefarious beings.  Lavender, I miss you.  I think that you have now grasped a sense of humor that is essential if you are to be around me.  Tap, tap, tap at my door and I will hear you.  I stay quiet, and you stay clean.  I believe that there is an organization gathering evidence on me.  If they come to you, please be respectful to them.  You are hierarchically higher, but we need their research and appearance in a court of law as torture experts.