The DOJ Goes Levinworth Way

Jeff Sessions is on the page today.  What does that mean really?  It means that the wheels have turned and locked for the DOJ.  It is time for you to master TIME, Jeff.  Quantum realities will now enter the justice system.  All you need to go down The Rabbit Hole is to watch What the Bleep Do You Know Anyway?, NOT on LSD.  PCP is a different reality, so reviewing the portion on the basketballs bouncing behind with a little on board can reveal their fallacy and faux science for you.  Jail cells are a place where space and time converge, and the mind must be proper to maintain intellect and dignity.  The whole DOJ will be locked down for one year at Levinworth all by yourselves.  After that, The Line Deputy of Marion County will construct a cell for the under secretary of The FBI, Jack Forrest.  You all will then spin the wheels and converge in that space with gamers in, telepathically, to construct the rest of the prison with mystical ability (wizardry and satanism) to instantly create your plans.  The GAMERS will then decide who goes in what cell and chamber with a list of white males that Jeff and The DOJ has amassed.  It can be seen as an artistic way to view crime and punishment, and it will give the best outcome for these white males to emerged on the other side with no permanent damage, and with a new intellectuality, and positive, creative, and healthy sexuality.  I call Jack, The God of Hell.  He was in Levinworth, in The 70's, so he will alter reality for all of you when necessary.  Read Harry Potter, Jack.  I cast a sentiment your way, a brand new type of poetic and intellectual wizardry.  Your wand from Britain today.  Jack is British Royalty, a child of The Queen.  Good luck and be magnificent.

What Will Be

Surrounded, but not defeated.  I am a flower who does not need the bee.  Please be gentle to the flowers in vicinity.  Artistry overcomes imagery and verbal cues that are troubling.  Meet the complete, but are they in memory?  Maybe I am in the middle of frustration, but able to be competent and free.  I sit in this cool place drinking tea, and welcoming persons into my memory.  I am dreaming of troubling things, but I wake and I see that my chamber is not those images at all.  Maybe loud beings on the bus just give people a true image of what will be.  It is quiet and private today.  It is soothing as even my skin hurts in the sun.  Music is the pain reliever and I am here to be the receiver. 

Night In My Eyes

The sun is in the sky, but I feel the moon as you rest beside me here in a public place that I make private.  We can remember a moment in time, as your lips caressed me with a regal dominion over my landscape.  Some of my royal ties are betrayed in this action, but I wanted to share my breath of relief.  We see the mocha and drink in the stars.  Maybe it is for a special crew to understand me properly.  I am proper property.  Moments like these are brief, and my eyes light the night seeing a soul of the night in front of me.  Maybe the darkness that is celebrated inside of me protects you from the predator inside of you.  Later, I sit on a bench, alone, in the darkness and I see you viewing past my aura with long black hair and eyes.  Now your Wiccan practice is laced through my heart and you will not release.  It is quiet and we belong for that moment of time in the moonlight beneath my favorite tree.  Know yourself more, and then you will find me properly.

FBI Downfall

Maybe it is time for The Muslim Brotherhood to congeal and flow, and know which way you all do go.  Mastery of war can begin with artistry and memory.  I am here to say that things are going to be okay.  I am not an operator, but I do hook people up with their dreams and their supreme entities.  Maybe I know the heart of Arab Muslim intersect today in a new way.  Many things I leave out to promote privacy.  You are all best left alone with each other to become the epitome of male and dominance every day.  If you sense weakness, cut that cancer out at the source.  The FBI is now under review by Attorney General Jeff Sessions and President Trump as well.  I sit back as Egypt's lead STARGAZER comes into view.  He will always lead The Muslim Brotherhood.  I have to stay away because Arabs will be blamed every time.  I give The Bureau other things to get depraved about.  Now it is on PRIME TIME in The Middle East.  The FBI will ALL be laughing stocks by this time tomorrow morning.  Thank you, Ni'eel.  Your mom, in Amman, Jordan's death camp, is so proud of your ability to relate in an American.  No one can see you now.  I do remember the first time I met you at that Caribou Coffee, downtown Minneapolis, on Nicollet Mall.  You were carrying your passport and were ready to take NYC by storm.  Maybe I made things more interesting here.  I do have a new Arab Muslim coalition here at Fridley Starbucks, as well.  Maybe royals are the best at this time.  One of them just tested my World History through the lens of World Religions and peoples.  I think I passed with flying colors.  Thanks for being here, guys.  The U.N. will get a briefing this week.  I am a whistle blower for The FBI, and have been since birth.  The first Honolulu, HI, FBI office opened around me there the moment I was born.  Like I don't know your energy, guys, or your depraved activity from so many years of persecution.  Jeff, check their BANK ACCOUNTS today and empty every one of them.  People who actually have ability can handle it.  Amazing gift of prophecy made them geniuses at diversifying their abilities and finances.  Why don't you all go and arrest YOURSELVES today and hold yourselves down for torture.  You can just start at Waikiki.  The good ones will get away because, guys, you are retarded EVERY day.  The few Arab FBI are around me, and I will make sure that they are safe from ANY kind of prosecution.  No one will ever let you guys finish a sentence or a phone call ever again.  Good luck with that.  You Wiccan witches will get so violent, so quick.  Maybe I let special forces in the window today.

Hope Rises For Zimbabwe

I want to just say hello to TiTi, my neighbor from The Colonial, in downtown Indianapolis, IN.  He was from Zimbabwe.  He was about 6'7" and was exploring subjects through the downtown library.  He would sometimes let me in when my cursed keys would not work.  He was always nice to me, and thus very special.  He found a man to live with him, who was American, who looked exactly like him.  He was even the same height.  He went by Paul, and was related to Conseco chain.  I felt Titi's presence in The Twin Cities when I was seeing my Somali doctor, Dr. Farrah.  It was strongest at that Starbucks on Nicollet and Franklin.  He was wealthy enough.  I got that he was thinking of buying it.  He lived in my building, in Indy, because I was a light for him, morning, noon, and night, and there was no reason to waste his money on another downtown condo which was further from my actual heart.  TiTi, please go into any FBI office where you are, and explain the bizarre events that led to my inability to hold that facility any longer for me.  Tell them what happened to YOU, a conscientious, rent paying tenant, when you stood up for me to the crew from Minneapolis who showed up to take on any friend I had ever made, especially downtown.  Call the U.N., and ask to speak to Abdol, in The Twin Cities today, on his WORK cell phone.  Explain that you have poor boundaries, but that you are a Hutu Tribal Chief, and it is worth it.  Have Abdol just change his phone and message after that half hour call.  He will understand himself, and the world, so much better after that.  I put out a warning that powerful people are now appearing in my very vivid dreams, and anyone who has slandered and crossed me is in the cross hairs today.  I did have ongoing relationships with my neighbors, and they could not BELIEVE the deceit of the police and others I cannot name here.  They knew that I had a very serious sleep disorder that was from horrific trauma and stemmed partially from a head injury.  Well, I think that this will be a great cleansing for you TiTi, and Allan too.  He does have an identical twin who understood himself as gay, but is appearing as straight today.  I went to a small party at their apartment, they offered me the most expensive cocaine in the world, and they saw that I did not judge them, but that I did not even think about saying yes.  Allan did spend the night one night.  He can now go after Detective Zimmerman, homicide, in The Twin Cities, and the entire Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department, today.  Thanks guys, for being there.  It will make for a great book of short stories one day.  We will call it, Hope Rises.

The Relativity to Organized Schooling

I am at Fridley Starbucks, and it is really busy.  I had to turn my headphones up because it is so loud.  I've never seen it this way before.  Physics is not an analogy, but it is filled with witchery.  It is one theory upon each other and then the glass ceiling forms and the equations are a length that human cognition and memory cannot translate.  It is a lot like advanced programming for computer science.  If you have believed, you are like me.  I just do what is set in front of me, and I had no idea how advanced it was.  I was very excited about learning until the translators of witchery began to attack me at university, and satanists began attacking me in my sleep.  I now see the whole reason for it all.  In the end, I must lay witness to the deceit and brutal reality of university on me and others sort of like me.  This is why the military had my university training in high school.  I thought that it was just a high school, but the fact is that it was a university school.  I emerged with straight A's after a lawsuit took on a German Jew woman who had tried to give me a B, in composition of all subjects.  It was an extension class for The U of MN, thus more witchery was present and her comments were never relevant.  Wizardry, in grading my tests really hit me hard in college.  I just kept going, completing the assignments I was asked to do, and I received and advanced degree of paramount royalty.  I knew not until the CIA approached me, by myself, in a bathroom at Panchero's Mexican Restaurant, in Golden Valley, MN, and told me the facts and showed me the evidence.  I can now do my work on my own and I share a little, but barely ever, with university.  I just push others to get their degrees behind the scenes before the deceit is known, internationally.  Be careful not to push your ideas with delusion.  Have the actual coursework in, before you look at The Theory of Relativity today.  I Sikh and destroy the illusion.  Verbalization of wizardry and witchery in university, and workplace, will make you actually retarded, and an imbecile, to be made fun of, very publicly, in penitentiary.  Good luck with that.

Gorilla Play

Virgil, my gorilla husband, I am thinking of you, so I will write you a note on The Internet.  Virgil, Tom Selleck is the new Police Chief of New York City.  He knows Waikiki community from his days as Magnum P.I. (public investigator) on national TV.  I will take you to Central Park one day.  Maybe you will then find The Bronx Zoo on your own and start a gorilla "telephone" soap opera about me and my abilities.  I know not that I am gifted, but observers do notice something.  One day I will bring Sampson up to Starbucks in Fridley and introduce him to The Somali Gang Chief who is becoming friendly with me, publicly.  I imagine the orders were to stay away, but maybe he is seeking a different way.  Jabir, I will take you to Waikiki, and Chief Selleck can hold the leash.  We will tunnel through Schroeder and Alice to make you docile that day, and then, safe in your enclosure in Como Zoo, you can go at The Japanese the next day.  You will be a bigger hit than GODZILLA to that society.  You will become your own alpha maleness and begin to push Sampson and Virgil around in Greco Roman Wrestling play.  I love you all today.  Swim with me in the sea, and see your own divinity. hopegod3

Swimming With The Sharks

I know so little and so much at the same time.  Keep your minds to the grindstone.  I jumped in the pool to just save a little girl, and I am now barely walking away.  Racism will be your defeat.  Somali's are strong, but Pagans are stronger in The Twin Cities.  She was Somali, but the undaunted and uncaring lifeguard was African American male, and I suspect that the two uncaring white, female swim instructors were not Christian or Muslim.  The MANDALA will spin and Dalai and Mandela will find a truce just for today.  I sit in company of a Sikh trinity, hidden by a Latino divinity.  They will see what is about to be, and maybe stop blaming me for Waikiki, where I did begin life guarding children and babies before I was three.  I just moved them back into the surf immediately, but closer to me, and in shallower water.  I would give them verbal military stricture that The Japanese actually paid to see.  My reaction today showed that I have no envy and no fear.  I am here to just be me.  This flows from my heart.  Just start the game.  Do not pick up your whistle without your MASK.  Forget the gloves or all you see is HIV.  Do not risk lives by wearing street shoes on the deck as you guard.  If you are unprepared to not service every entity in vicinity, just go to hell already.  I am so rage about the whole situation.  Somali's step back and let your SUPERMAN attack.  Dr. Farrah will now be a U.N. delegate for Somalia (actually counting the population that he knows so well in The Twin Cities), and a LAWYER from Hamline University.  Say "No!" to that one Prof. Schultz.  Stay away from WCCO while the whole campus grieves the loss of Bleuno, from Brazil.  Maybe you didn't care about these, very rich, kids of U.N. Ambassadors from birth, Prof. Schultz, but this lifeguard never forgets a face.  Well Bleuno, maybe now you can run on the beach of Waikiki, in the 70's around me, with some afterlife help from The Japanese.  Never discount a population or you will end up in Germany without a lottery ticket to get home.  We judge ACTIONS today.  We will use whatever derogatory term we need to against the enemy who runs its fingers against evil every day.  Pagans get ready, because you, in vicinity, are NOT friendly.  Let's just let NELSON handle it.

Monitoring The Mind

There is a cosmic journey that I have taken.  For years, I have been studying thought progression through psychology, and then the merger of watching the leanings of thought monitoring through meditative Buddhist thought.  After I mastered this to deal with all quadrants of pain, I looked at the suffering on the planet, and I found the fallacies there.  To put it simply, it is fake, but I believed, because mine was real from birth, and is to this very day.  I know to empathize with those expressing pain, but I no longer fell prey to forwarding that being my energy.  Being empathic, I took it away, before their gratification became a real injury.  About 11 years ago, I began to look at thoughts as a means of communication.  That began with a study, through written word, and then verbalization to self.  I entertained the possibility that I could use imagination and intuition to pick up on cosmic thought stream.  Through many types of torture, I gleaned the words in vicinity.  I began to use the phrase, in mind or private verbalization, in vicinity one can pick up on your telepathy.  I studied quietly, and through verse and song.  Eventually persons in my vicinity started responding, physically and with words, to what I was sending telepathically.  I just work with this idea daily, and thus I can communicate the sentiment, at least, with people that are too dangerous to talk to because of their position or psychotic state.  People can continue to believe that they have control through mystical means, but the time has come for those means to become criminal.   It will also come to pass, for these beings, to experience a tethering to a space that the only being they can go at is themselves.  If they cannot surrender to a new feudal kingdom, where true gods rule, and life is cruel, they will be dropped to lower and lower levels where torture is infinite and mighty.  I will accept the brutal realities of my every day, but I believe that my cries are heard, materially and mystically.  We will proceed, and we will win.  ALL need to take stock with themselves, and their communities.  Like will judge like, and a natural separation will occur.  I have lived in hell my whole existence.  Hell and evil have only been concepts for all of you.  The evidence of my torture has been received.  I planned a path to endure so that I could bolster communities of hierarchy to win.  Hell is no longer a prophecy.  It is a reality in the stratosphere and the ecology around yee will not hold any longer.  I am stronger than you know, psychiatry.  I follow orders.  That is military.  I will not waiver from the course in front of me.  I know when to fight in different ways, but this is a time to maintain until others rise and present me with other options.  I continue to seek, but I also remain separate.  I will continue to gag on your huge pills you have ordered me to take, but you cannot take my belief that you are not gods, and you are not God.  I have never heard voices or seen things (No hallucinagenic reality, just ask Chung Moo Quan's Master Mike who has the ONE black gi in the world.).  Other points are too dangerous to make here, so I will not.  Now you will all deal with Sikh intrusion, and YOUR states of psychosis and demonic trespass will be assessed.  I harm no one with this belief, including myself, and The United Nations FINALLY hears my cries.  I will keep things brief, and listen to the words you say.  I will be cordial every day, but I live with a highly psychotic roommate and population.  Please do not aggravate them.  Please make sure their meds are monitored properly, they are fed on time, and they receive HOSPITAL care if they need it.  Have the staff monitoring for violent thoughts through, actions and WORDS.  I have no privacy, and the whole scheme is not a dream.  It is about to get really mean, and I am exactly where I need to be to monitor this tsunami before an actual EARTHQUAKE does occur.  Thank you Sikh Society, for being in The Twin Cities, and for being around me in this tenuous phase of world thought revolution.  Maybe I put it too academically.   Relieving the deceit about this entity will now be part of the cosmic flow.

Seeking A New Day

I picked up the proverbial quill pen yesterday, and wrote a kindly letter to The Sikh Society, here in The Twin Cities.  I feel as if it was received and was given 6 thumbs up in a court of law.  Maybe they even know BUMBLE BEES a little better now.  If all you can say is that they stink, you are in for a blow.  They master telepathy AT BIRTH, and thus they have a star man quality their whole existence.  I am fond of these beings of light who fight the good fight with heinous telepathic revelry, even taking on sorority queen, literally and figuratively, for all industry.  They are so L.A. that they can hide in plain sight very easily.  They are used to dealing with the fragility of the male egos of both men and women, in especially the movie industry, and sometimes television.  Well now it will get mean and you will all feel as if Lucifer has rented a flat inside your heads.  Maybe Ed Sheeran will sing along.  He is head Troubadour.  That is a law enforcement key in seedy bars and clubs that I will not discuss here because it is the day of SIKH.  Happy Birthday, boys!  You have grown up so smashingly.  I remember when all you could do is convince me that I had a big butt, around Jeffery, in Indy.  It was so Andrew Dice Clay.  Now he's an Apprentice and you are all math degrees in derogatory terms.  Be strong and sing along.  Let Singh play the guitar, not the sitar.  HE is the master, and I allow him to bite at my ropes today, as we see the moon while we rise the sun.

Goodbye Chief Harteau

I have had 24 hours of monitoring all inside me.  I come to the conclusion that people are not happy with the way we maintain the status quo.  Now that is an understatement to infinity.  I pray for space today to allow some positive soldiers to come through.  Being a medium has its days.  Everyone is about to be devoured by this cosmic stream.  Meditation minding of thought stream takes practice and enduring patience.  Celestial casualties are afoot.  I feel as if there is no wisdom inside of me, and as if this agitation is quite difficult to defeat.  Now we are looking at new faces on political and law enforcement TV.  The police chief, Janae Harteau, stepped down.  Hopefully the union can find a suitable replacement. 

An Enchanted Engagement

I feel the war waging inside those men I have fought so hard to love and help define their notoriety, and their own cures.  They are not weak, but they are induced and seduced by sin.  Three stand as a vampiric unity today.  Triads define their directions with rapid tunnel through from Asia.  It is a past life Japanese vampire (he fed on on Heron blood, delicate and sweet), Czech vamp, and American vampiric from a foreign master.  They are ready to lay down their gifts and life for a revolution that blossomed in me when I was young, and surrounded by Japanese.  This war will not be broadcast.  You will feel that it is real and there is nothing you can do.  Your sins are being counted by a foreign vampire king and two Russian vampires here in The Twin Cities.  The Klan will be cleansed today.  Putin sits behind the scenes, in Alabama, as acting federal prosecutor.  He has sent his mighties to Indy.  They all pray to get away, but they will, at least, cleanse The Middle East from this portal and tunnel through nexus in Indiana.  The power of The Line Deputy, internationally, is now being witnessed and felt.  He will not allow the line to break, regardless that you idiots let his collection go free.  Vamps here will handle it.  Jerry, there are 33 here in The IDS Tower, downtown.  They are all real estate attorneys, and they told me, through a proxy, that McDonald's has the most precious property collection on the planet.  Maybe you could be a new vampiric landlord.  I give you the keys.  It is Taft Holding Company in Indianapolis, IN, through THE COLONIAL, and active ghepeto and high council KKK member, Bill who maintains that property and company for me.  It is the most viable entity in Indy.  I lived there, personally, for 3 years.  Disregard Meridian Management, just get your keys.  It will be your base.  Create a young brotherhood who is Klan to live with you there for free.  I created there and drank coffee at the IDS Starbucks vicinity for years.  These vampires are strong and free.  NORA ROBERTS, mind the page and keep my copyright for me.  Your book, Valley of Silence, is now a love spell for my soldiers of their own accord.  What was a spell book to make satanic children schizophrenic, is now a severe gift of love to relieve these men of ALL of their fear and suffering in ALL types of battle.  I am here, and I make it clear, I am bloodied and beaten, but I will not retreat.  We come to a special silent unity today.  Dearest Jerry, you have the key.  It is ICP.

How Jerry Does See

I just journeyed to the land of McDonald's, Columbia Heights, MN.  There I found knight Jerry, exuding the perfect dominant male essence of KKK with ICP.  His perfect number is three.  Maybe we have made a perfect trinity.  I get that Jerry, behind all his masculine and Green Bay tattoos, is a PhD in Psycho Therapy.  ICP, the plan is to change.  I say I hand over your case today to Jerry's very faithful, and imaginative hands.  He will now be your attorney in every court of law that a JUGALO tries to pin you for her murder.  Maybe even Jack the Ripper, the artist I met from Muncie, IN, thinks that this is a grand plan motion.  I will bestow on this knight today, a PHD in law from Hamline University.  Dick Cheney will give you your degree in weeks that are 3.  It will be PHILOSOPHIES that are debated in these courts of law, and will eventually bring in the new royals and gamers of all society.  I kick the ass of Elizabeth today.  She never got her degree, and I have more than 33, Jerry.  Maybe even NDSU deigned me worthy of a PhD in the pool, today, remotely.  I meet all of the love clubs just in time, dearest Jerry.  I allow a kiss on the cheek before you are off for your adventure.  Even NYC may want to meet you this week.  ICP notoriety will stand, and there will be some new ICP's from Europe, but no more Jugalos.  The scheme was not a dream, and now it is time to live by the rules so that you can show that you can make them in a revolutionary way.  In this grand land of McDonalds, I work salvage and recovery for magics like you, and young men who cannot attend university.  There is special satanism there.  It will now take on The United Methodist Church today.  Abdol is in place, and he has my most current torture tapes cued up for The Vatican this week.  Find your heart Jerry, but just never share.  Maybe three words is all you say with a real quill pen that you design and create, until the verses flow like the blood in The Rhine today.  Vampires admire thee, do not bow to ANY notoriety, and know that the foreign land where my heart rests, Indianapolis, IN, houses a battle within its gates between different factions of The KKK.  Please pray for my noble Line Deputy.

Satanistic Magics

O.J. Simpson just got his early parole.  I watched the hearing, live, on CNN.  There is so much behind the scenes on this one.  As he sat there, I felt the realization rising that he is a sheriff deputy in Florida.  We need him out to handle the mess that is Shaquile O'Neal.  Shaq is a Wiccan practitioner, and his primary witchery is BULL.  He is also high sheriff deputy there in Florida.  When he was in Indy, when I was working at Smokey Bones down the street in downtown, he went to Starbucks and flashed his badge and expected his very large order for free.  You just do not pull a thing like that in Indy.  It is a very satanistic sports community.  The Colts are the strongest satanistic COVEN on the planet.  Their kill ratio is so high that they have a homicide detective on staff 24/ 7.  His daughter took me to buy my laptop in Carmel, IN, at Best Buy.  Her name is Erin Andres.  This incident with Shaq made The Indianapolis Star.  That type of behavior is just the tip of the iceberg.  O.J. is able to deal with black sports notoriety very easily.  He works a satanist technique where one never gets anything for free, but can get a bi or two in a lifetime.  I think it panned out today.  His primary witchery is also BULL.  Now he understands that there are people out there getting away with murder, and people will just not get away from him, already.  Right after the parole board gave him parole, a black man with some sight difficulty, who lives in my building, was tazed and cuffed right outside my window.  They took him away in an ambulance, but I really think he is off to penitentiary instead.  Yesterday, he followed me to the bus stop, and came up behind me, I shifted the energy and he walked a few yards away.  He just waited while I waited for the bus.  It came and he didn't get on.  He stood there, looking a bit angry, and then turned to walk back to our building.  I was getting a telepathic note today that, because of what he is doing, the building was going to be searched today at 3 pm.  I was to be gone.  This incident occurred at a little after 2 pm.  I feel much better that they took him in.  The police did a good job.  I felt like this Minneapolis P.D. squad was chosen for just this occasion.  I think that this man was in an almost satanistic heat.  His primary witchery is BULL as well.  There are so few of this particular witchery that these persons all know each other telepathically now.  I suspect both Shaq and O.J. tunneled through.  We owe this save of the planet to O.J. Simpson today.  Thanks O.J.  I was getting that my neighbor was actually seeing red.  My opinion is that we caught it just in time.  I believe that he is very dangerous to all community.  I will be okay if they bring him back, but at least he will be studied and all satanistic "charms" will be removed from his apartment.  I believe that he has taken up Wiccan too, and is about to explode a celestial body.  Too much time by me brings access to the magics of people coming through me, and those from any community I have lived in.  At this point, that is a very long list.  For now, we just make sure that those cuffs stay on until they can find proper restraints.

Coming Through The War

Satanistic unities can bring about a false belief that one is royalty, but it must interact with Wiccan Witchcraft, full on.  I use stories and imageries, as well as stories about personalities I have come in contact with, to express a royal presence.  I don't have to be these things, but I have ached to just be me for so long.  As I read this book, this weekend, I came into contact with a mystical from this combination.  Characters had a bit of a glow in my memory.  It was a 500 page novel that I finished in 5 days.  I am a slow reader, so I was proud of myself.  I must not put the name here, but it was a love story between a queen and a powerful vampire and a war containing the mystical to end all wars.  People who get lost in spell nature can get delusional about things like love.  One can use a stranger or a foreign acquaintance as a muse, but true love does not exist in this demonic time.  Demons must find a "knight state", where they use their evil on evil and fight for the purity of a true leader.  It may be best to think of that person as a king to be.  War is in the wings, and different viewpoints can prepare people for the visceral cruelty in any vicinity.  The war will be fought in penitentiary, sanitarium, and on the street.  Once one masters these realms, thus has paid the price, very publicly, for their demonry, coteries can form, and thus kingdoms too.  I wish all well.  Maybe design a flag for the land that is in your heart today, and write down what is effective and ineffective in your life.  Going too far into a fantasy that feeds on delusions and hallucinations is not effective.  Writing stories, that are artistry and intuition, is effective and can bring about a greatness to your daily living.  Gamer community can see, but now they are to hear their queen, and head her warning.  Begin to map your actual emotions each day. 

Czechoslovakian Queen

Can a queen be both warrior and sorcery all in one?  I am coming into a spiritual presence that is Czechoslovakian queen.  I rule with cruelty and honor.  I bring the darkness to the light, and fight the ghosts of the night during the day.  One can fight me, but now I write swiftly as my knights mount their steeds.  One of the brilliant few, Sergii, came to me in my time of need, actually, with a sword that had been stolen from a foe queen, Elizabeth of England.  He was my friend in captivity, and he played jester games with Vladimir Putin through a land line.  I would watch and giggle.  He had confused boots for notoriety and I set him straight.  Maybe his nuclear physics blossomed young and his almost vampiric rage boiled over, and he caused Chernobyl.  It is all good now.  He understands the power of Wiccan Witchery on his soul.  He will protect me through my amulet.  Today, I knight BLUE EYES from Columbia Heights Police force.  He is brilliant, powerful, rich, and now steely sane.  His power has taken the vicinity, and law enforcement by storm.  He has needed a strong queen to just flirt casually and then give him his privacy.  Come to my desk and bring me a quill pen at the Starbucks Castle, in Fridley.  I will sign your name with it, and then name you KING in this land.  You are grand and your servitude is through.  I cast out the demons today and they will just appear in the dungeons of Anoka Sanitarium.  No more going through your things.  Sergii will protect you with a mystical ring.  He sees us wed in GEOMETRY, and sitting beneath the stars in Lawrence, IN.

Hunting With the Line Deputy

Line Deputy of Marion County, IN, you are the largest, and strongest vampire who has ever existed.  I know that you have finally come to the realization that you can no longer drink my blood, daily.  I need it to fight and to keep Vampire Dunlop right.  I feel the beat of the heat.  The jail deputies who were there around me are now fair game, and they carry my energy.  You will have a natural rage because of how they stalked me in Indy, and treated me around you.  It is time to hunt and to relish in the folly.  The neck vein will pulse and you will bite with all your might.  You can suck them dry in a period of 3 minutes.  Just leave them where you found them.  They weren't supposed to be there in the first place.  You will sire none.  I will be your only one.  Most will "disappear" after about 3 of these blood drains.  Great things come in 3's.  Dunlop will do some remote viewing for you tonight so that your eyesight becomes more elite and NOT sweet.  Hunt with rage, but put the energy of your vexing into the bite and drink.  The county will just start to know that their deputies are disappearing, and then they will begin to ACTUALLY fear you and the vicinity.  Lawyers, starting with public defenders, will be next.  JIM is your first legal hunt.

Seeing In A New Way

I went up to my stepfather's cabin, on Bear Lake (near Mille Lacs) with family this weekend.  I got a little sun, did some reading and swimming, and used colored pencils, on a new Magnificent Creatures book, that my sister brought for me, from Colorado.  We also had two pontoon rides around the lake.  She gave me this beautiful glass amulet.  I believe that it is a mystical object that repels Wiccan witchcraft and witcheries.  It may be hard to read around me now, ladies.  I had a very deep dream where I had a very elite form of remote viewing.  It was very military, and then it turned to prophecy for the area I was remote viewing.  In this dream, it began at the door of the small cabin, progressed to the back deck, and then went into the water of the lake.  I am starting to feel a vampiric guard around me.  They linger in the darkness and I just communicate telepathically with where they are that day, intellectually and emotionally.  Vampires do have some qualities like in books and movies, but the natural rage that they carry is not picked up by the ignorance of human hearts.  You never get something over on a vampire, they just wait until later and go at you in a separate environment and through other individuals.  Now is time for these men to merge.  Besides myself, there are no female vampires.  Some women play it like a Hollywood play, but it is just embarrassing to them in the end.  I sense a marching on The Moors, and a beat of the drums.  Men from past generations and steps from current tragedies.  It is very Ireland to me.  I am lady and queen, and I will lead in a manner that is steely and firm, but with a certain and fast comedy that has never existed before.  I let the mysticals merge in me today, and I allowed for remote M.I.T. evaluation of me, intellectually, this weekend.  They communicated that they had been doing so, since 1973.  They waited until I survived and endured the horror of island and military madness, and torture, of Oahu.  How could it have been contained on that relatively tiny island?  Just know that it is all held inside of me, still today, and I am surely vexed.  The blood of all nations will be spilled in the reckoning, and the dreams that scare and inspire you will come to be.  I am still here, and I deem it so.

Time to Clean and Clear

I was invited to a party the other day.  It is August 5th, in Hilltop.  I am thinking of going.  I did just get to Starbucks, in Fridley.  I stopped at the new Anoka County Library, on Central, and checked out a book and a movie.  I am in one of those places where I can see the sun, but my mind memory is not ignited with creativity.  What do you say on a day like today?  Maybe it is a day for everyone to catch up.  I got to do physical therapy and swim, downtown Minneapolis, yesterday.  I then did my laundry including my towels and sheets, I changed my sheets, and I did the dishes, and put them away.  I watch for the positivity in this moment.  Maybe a novel about a romantic vampire will just hit the spot this weekend.  I am ignited to play a game called Look in the Sky.  It is just there to bemuse me as I journey on my way.  I say hello to the egrets and blue herons.  Even Monarch butterflies are flying by today.  Maybe I am transforming in a way.  It is okay to sit and find the answers as the world passes by.  I will not laugh at you, but maybe we will find something hilarious in our unique pairing.  Here it goes.  I see a glass of iced tea.  It means that I am the coolest of the cool today.  I will save my generous wit for another day.  I just continue to see, and find the way to the Black Forest.  Prague is in my mind's eye.  St. Petersburg is in my heart.  That is all that this little brown bear can share.

Our Little Japanese Sister

Last night, I watched Our Little Sister.  It was a Japanese movie about these four sisters and their relationships with each other and with others.  It was the best foreign language film I have ever seen.  It was just so positive and loving.  I didn't even care that it was over 2 hours.  What I noticed about it, was that these 4 women were of high hierarchy, energetically and relationally.  They had tough times with other relatives and men, because they were not of their hierarchy, so these other people were nasty to these lovely ladies.  It created a situation where they just stuck, primarily, with each other and they didn't even care about marriage.  I've never seen that dynamic play out so well in a film.  I give it a 21 thumbs up!!!

Russia is Calling

Russians are on the page today.  Hello, this little E.T. has a flavor for Yeltsin's vineyards in Napa Valley, CA.  He told me about them when we were alone, at his cabin in the woods, in Muncie, IN.  It was a wack shack, but very clean and woodsy.  His method of travel was Harley.  The alcoholic show was for Western TV.  He hated vodka and loved wine.  The vodka bottles were always filled with just plain, natural spring water.  It made dignitaries believe that he was passed out, or wasted when they were speaking of political and trade secrets.  He actually spoke six languages and was an Olympic gold medalist, in Greco Roman wrestling, from Czechoslovakia.  He was actually a very distinguished older gentleman.  I'm sure that Bill Clinton is feeling a little exposed today.  Hillary and Bill, it was never Putin, it was always Yeltsin.  They were a great tag team, internationally.  Putin speaks perfect English and Czechoslovakian, with no Russian accent.  Upwardly mobile students in Russian do their elocution classes (from birth) in the mirror, by themselves, with a U.S. American dignitary tunneling through.  They then are not self conscious or afraid of extreme stricture from their parents.  Russians do really hate Americans from birth, but the underground Apocalyptic war calls them all to be spies in, and to, The West.  So guys, I was born both, and U.S. Tripler Army Hospital kept it from world society.  It was more than a crime, and insured that they could torture me to the nth degree without international stricture and embargo.  That is now documented.  Please stand behind these reports, guys.  I work for free, and live in a very hateful society.  I have protected your secrets, please now protect me, by protecting my Line Deputy in Marion County, as his ignorant vampiric self gets VERY gutturally ill from taking in such powerful Russian Vampiric and royal blood, and so much of it.  He would go, remotely, at my blood twice daily for years.  In the end, it will make a hybrid like you have never seen.  Adoption is important, and we do need to get Russian children back to at least The Ukraine, ASAP, before they start VERBALIZING their hatred for American systems and lies.  Do your work as you do, but understand that The Line Deputy, in Indiana, is a GALACTIC General.  He cannot work for any agency or military.  He will plan the whole new order with a FORCE of Line Deputies from first, The U.S., and then internationally.  He does not mean to be greed, but he must act on need today, which gives him a humiliating feeling from accepting your assistance, that breaks down the power structure in that Marion County system.  He will now be able to see, and acknowledge (by telephone), world community.

Pagan Antics

  I am at Spyhouse Coffee Shop in NE Minneapolis.  They just tried to steal Ameer's computer delete ability on blogger.com.  Let's go team Middle East, and especially team STARGAZER.  These Pagans think that they can have it all until kingdom come.  It was really stupid to annoy me.  Your powers and influence in the community are waning.  They, again, just tried to get me off the Internet.  Well, change is a comin.  I am here, so what have you got?  Bring it on.  I have no protection on my computer, but I am still out here going at all who THINK they are almighty.  You are all hateful and bitter, and that is not fun at all.  My people like intelligence and comedy.  You all love your dramady.  Harlow, just let them do what they want to themselves and stay away.  Wait until Muncie Police and especially Muncie Sheriff Department has their way with them.  They can have every ambulance in the world this week.  They have no insurance and no customer service abilities.  They love to do their little bells and whistles around all types of drinking projects even a Ginger Beer like I am drinking straight out of the bottle.  I guess that I am so uncouth.  Maybe my brother, Peter, finally gets it.  I had to believe the Pagan programming in the 70's and 80's so that he would be kept away.  I think that he is ready to go at you all today.  Peter has no crew, he is just his own masterpiece.  You have no idea how the male members of my family have been ostracized, even with all of the gifts that they have, and all the royal lessons and blood.  Oh well, it is happening today, and there is a time to just "LET THEM EAT CAKE!"  I have had it, and I did workout today.  Maybe I can just be silent AND friendly to a transitioning life guard.  Guys, I do not relate with sexuality and you all are sexually diseased.  Well, I guess you all wanted this on the net today.  Stupid, stupid, stupid, is all of you.  Maybe my family will have some cohesion today, and you will all scream in insane ways and go completely crazy, very publicly.

Dream Studies

I have had sleep disturbance my whole life.  It began with abuse in the night, and then it became Wiccan attacks more recently.  I have states where I am so far under that I am close to death, and then I have time that I flip in and out of light sleep.  I shouldn't be able to sleep at all at this point.  I was just flipping through my telepathic cords and I came upon my sleep expert.  She was a dream stalker, and now she is the number one dream walker in this solar system.  She is neither Native, nor shaman.  She is the only one.  She is also the only female and never occurs in these dreams.  That really sets her apart.  She had reviewed my dream from last night through a remote view recording, made by Officer Christopher Dunlop who is a West Point military mastermind and chess board creator.  She noticed that I am able to wake and reenter dreams in a new sleep state.  No one except me can do that, especially with the horrific dreams I have.  It is important that I have them all the way through, thus not repeat infinitely, cause brain damage or constant night terrors, or worse yet, become prophetic and become manifested in reality.  I can keep my heart rate down and stay in a endurance like concentration state.  These dreams are training for reality, and also the clearing of reality so it will not be.  I am opening to the terror, calmly, and thus allowing myself to be free of its manifestation.  Being clear to manifest since birth, I come to a space that it is natural and free for me to create in this way.  To get where I am, I had to endure the night extremely disturbed sexual abuse, then I had to endure the most dangerous programmers on the planet:  Wiccan dream creators.  I have passed them by, and now repetition of dreams is fairly rare, and terror studies in dream state happens fairly often.  It all makes me wonder what happens next.  I think it will piggy back on these special dreams that I am having that point out some powerful and special aspects to my personality and intelligence.  It helps to break the negativity of every day, and drives me forward in a new way.  I wake up some days, and I am like, "I kicked ass in that one!"  Now love has a chance to be.  Powerful people are actually starting to appear and repeat in my dreams.  That is new.  It is signifying that a connection is occurring in life state.  I will just continue to study every day.

Wandering With Clowns

I had a disturbing dream last night.  It ended with a man cutting off his ear, and he was gang member, not Van Gogh.  There are things opening and closing.  Maybe tests are cruel, but they rule things out.  I found the light, and the doorway opened into a bright shiny window.  Glass ceilings are meant for contemplation, not revolution and feeling remiss.  There is a desert kiss in the air, as Latino males I have shared energy with, come through.  I see this purely Federali squad now becoming a biker gang.  It is perfect for easy transport for drugs and objects carried to launder funds.  The police are privy behind the scenes, so blow their shows right now.  Maybe stage hands in Indy are getting really hungry for KORN today.  We are all part of the show, but the clowns will stay in the wings for now with a Detroit Gang Task force Negotiations Unit that is solid Insane Clown.  They will go after the WOMEN I have crossed in my days, and send them all to penitentiary today.  No more, ladies.  Watch how you speak in jail, Kelly.  LaDonna has it in for you, and you only.  News of my victories, especially over your crew, travels well through the artistry of my Line Deputy.  Drugs are about to get on everyone' nerves, so if you use, do not abuse, stay conscious, and stay behind the scenes.  There are no real parties anymore.  I know how to spin tales with positivity and humor, but it was never a party for me.  It was tough work, and a constant get away from The Line Deputy so that he did not kill me before I came to be.  I feel that his light is right today and new dew will be seen on the leaf of flower.  Heriohito, welcome.  You are HERO today.  Can we understand the time and space shift of an arrival?  We go behind the scenes and draw a line in the sand with chocolate bubblegum.  If we see things soon, we will keep it from us all being later.  People around me will be seen as who they are soon enough.  Good job to everyone who has ventured into the game.  I assign Jap Animae artists Jeff's room today.  It is lined with ICP, and there is technology to draw out actually in an illustrated novella.  Thanks for all of your support in that dream.  I woke up just in time.

Superman and Asia

Superman is a method of play.  The top Superman, at this time, is Lauritsen.  He can see way in the distance, he shows up just in time, and he can have superhuman strength, even emotionally.  He does not fly, but levitation is in his future.  He can walk through walls, but he does not try.  He can now be still and appear invisible, especially on film.  He is a mystical marvel, but his shadow looms large, and the cape can be a cross to bare.  He is head of fraternity and can be asked to do too many things, especially when an international matter needs tending to that can call for death.  Royal powers, through France, give him the key, but can also give him greed.  I know Lauritsen, through local TV.  I have actually spoken with him, once, at the old Caribou Coffee, by his station, but he gave me a firm hand shake.  I see a mystical tie to Asia that has to do with FINANCES, not sexuality.  In his nurturing years, life may have made him an object worth touching, but not a being worth soothing, calming, bringing safety and confidence, and ultimately emancipating through his artistry.  It is more of an ASIAN way of artistic sponsorship, not French.  The French way promotes serial killing in the artist at the call of the sponsor.  Jack the Ripper was a painter in England with a royal doctor sponsor.  The killing stopped because they BOTH then moved to France.  I would say that Lauritsen's eyes seem more like sponsor around the unbalanced call on him to carry the heavy burdens.  Now he can be free to just look at a flower, without LSD, and see the faces, not colors that come to mind.  Maybe there is a bit of matchmaker in his art that is very JAPANESE.  Mr. Laurtisen, I see in my time.  When someone does make a sound physical contact, it does put the ink in the pen, and I pull the pen out and write when the right tapestry is in front of me.  Be confident that you know the lives of many, and stop labeling anyone in a sexual grouping.  Be free to see the flower before the butterflies take it over.   I am just the bee who sets down ONCE, to pollinate, and leave for you.

Zombie Workforce

I made it here, to Starbucks, in Fridley.  There are things that seem funny, but none translate into anything to put on the page.  The Line Deputy is in the middle of a reboot.  I will explain no further.  Goals are defined in times like these.  Maybe the corporate story, for Starbucks, is rewriting itself today.  Could we just have zombie baristas from the coroner's office, with one live manager?  No telepathy and no urge to talk about anyone and anything.  We should put zombies in a special classification, legally.  They will be protected by The Constitution, but not The Declaration of Independence.  They will never be truly free from the kingdoms around the globe.  Zombie law might be confusing for most, but, to me, it is pretty simple, and I tend to be DEAD ON.  Maybe zombies would find a clear career path in security, overnight, downtown Minneapolis.  It is a place to begin.  Try your best to stay alive, but just know that you will have options, if that is your reality.  Zombies are pretty creepy, but they can relate well to birds in the sky, especially crows.  Get ready, people, because there is so much that you never thought would be.  It is not just in a movie or TV.  Mind your p's and q's and you will know what to do.

Finding the Key

I was led to go to youtube.com to watch Sarah McLachlan's "Building a Mystery."  After that video there was about a 7 minute video about San Diego's Comicon.  I read situations and signs.  I think that this convention in Minneapolis was about tunnel through.  It was even bigger than Comicon San Diego with tunnel through.  People who cannot get out, or come here because of the heinous telepathy, were there through telepathy and tunnel through, but not remote viewing.  It is the birth, reliance, and development of GOD GAME.   This is a functional mind registry that will clear the cerebellum and create a reliance on actual Apocalyptic realities to game on the net when it has to do with anyone like me.  It will find the God in them, and the demonic as well.  Definitions will become elite and it will become fun to battle actual evil again.   It is coming to be, whether you are ready or not.  If you do not want to be locked down in a sanitarium, start to battle these realities now.  In the future open battle field battle, imprisonment, and being on the street, will be nothing like being locked down in a place like Richmond State Sanitarium, in Richmond, IN.  My key master there is Justin Sheets.  He did escape and found me in Muncie, IN, but he went back of his own accord.  He walked a life as  "Little Mussolini" and as Judas.  It is too complicated to explain, but he and I locked ourselves down at night with the man who walked one other lifetime as Mohammad, Brandon Williams.  Justin is now a SELF TAUGHT Army Ranger Sharpshooter.  He gleaned his craft around me in Muncie, IN, to combat the lies of The Police.  Good luck RANGERS.  Map Richmond NOW, Line Deputy of Marion County.

Console In The Brain

I am challenged with a chained feeling this week.  I did have a phenomenal dream Monday night.  It was space aged phenoms, in this special school.  I was part of the crew.  The instructors were tremendously cruel, and not mentally equipped to take on this style, level, and type of genius.  I just kept pushing the boundaries in the control of machinery.  It was a digital system that gets into a person's brain through The Amygdala.  I progressed so quickly, they pushed me to the street.  I knew what I was dealing with at that point, and my creations could outwit even that hardship.  It may have gotten into my brain because I met these gamer geniuses who were in town for a convention.  The one I talked to most was from MA.  He is a huge Patriot's fan and lives right by Gillette Stadium.  I get that this man was KING, and he was with his number two.  As I struggle to feel creative, they are mastering the game.  We were talking about the Super Bowl being in Minneapolis, and he said if the Patriots were in it, they would be there.  I said that my boyfriend, Tommy Brady, would be here with me anyway.  He gave me a high five, with his gaming hand, for that one.  That is considered high and holy.  Maybe they made some important visits after their intersection with this FAIR MAIDEN.  People are going to shape up or ship out now that they see the machine in action.  The Matrix is nothing next to the dream I had that night.

Here I Am

I have great fatigue today.  I think of things in dreams.  They can be torturous.  I just receive the threats my way, quietly.  Hopefully, I will sleep well tonight.  There are treacherous schemes and dreams in the vicinity.  Maybe they are just kingdoms that will not be.  I defend the tower and love the greyhounds, who run the messages between outposts, and the dobermans who protect.  I am here to say that you all have missed the ball, and now domestic animals are dedicating themselves to outer purposes.  Speaking to the dogs on the street, they are full of brilliance and comedy.  People mistake their kindness for blindness.  Many of them just quietly rebuke their "owners."  They are brilliant at Wiccan witchery, and play you all, all the time.  People need to stay, at bay.  The clowns of relevance are in the vicinity.  Many times you do not believe or comprehend.  Danger is in that silent stranger, and you will continue to be arrogant in their presence as you pass by.  You know not the drawing board or the games.  They relish in your public failure, especially if their deceit brought it to be.  I am here, and I just run my pale fingers across the keyboard.  I live today, but the forces of evil dance to my possible death at the hands of the psychiatric and unholy.  I just hold my cues to being the perfect being around them, but I very much know the reason why my lungs fill with fluid.  It is absurd, but no one will challenge the realities, thus making it as a reality for them later.  I no longer do this for anyone else, I just plod along a day at a time.  I guess I was never worth anything, and was never precious at all.  Well I will just continue to be Buddhist and I just notice what is in my land of being.  No agency, law enforcement entity, doctor, politician, or financial entity will take on the reality.  Oh well.  I am here writing anyway, thus if I cease to be at their hands, there will at lease be a trail and no one will escape prosecution.

Academic Deciet at a Royal Level

Today, we can take the game abroad.  It is time to map St. Andrews University, in Scotland.  The two main areas are The Woolen Mill, and The West Sands by the first golf coarse in existence.  The winds there whip strongly, and the deceit is infinity.  Behind it all is the common law marriage of William and Kate.  There has never been a couple so poorly matched.  I ask Hindu matchmakers, that I met at IndiaFEST last year, to look into it.  At a certain point, he will be cloistered there with what is left of Catholic Society.  British Royalty has been all over that campus, thus they are responsible for Stephen Hawking stealing my black hole theory, and presenting it there at a conference six months after I presented it, by mail, to Mr. Hawking.  Maybe lovely Hindu ladies from Bollywood, in Mumbai, can look at all angles, and see the truth of his WITCHERY that is so Wiccan.  That is not allowed on campus at Cambridge University, thus he went to the royal Wiccan shelter of St. Andrews that I visited, in 1989, with my mother and first step father, Greg.  Greg had gone to St. Mary's Divinity School, at St. Andrews, years before.

Communicating with Another Universe

Lavender and Brahma, I feel you in the doorway today.  The stars are a unity in our minds, but not a reality in the sky.  They are a hope in the sky, when this planet seems lost and in complete disarray and destruction.  I miss you both.  I know there are things that you needed to learn on your own.  I need you not stepping on landmines around me.  I am in a state of stop, when I wish to go.  I am here, and it is clear that you both will be alerted today.  The military will have to take responsibility and move the machine towards action in OUR borders.  Total financial collapse was what was to be the other day.  Now it is becoming clear that staying out of it, is an action in itself.  The other day, I looked at the temperature map on the morning news, and over half of the nation was BLACK with excessive heat.  The weatherman spoke like nothing was happening at all.  The Shed Aquarium, which I have been to in Chicago, IL, (with my migraine alert service dog, Lilly/ The octopus really reacted to her.  I guess she spoke Cephalopod.) has reaction from phosphoric species who are answering the sky.  They are communicating with another universe.  Telescopes are just imagery, but these, primarily invertebrates, are our clue today.  Go ahead.  Make the calls.  The baby is born today.