Time to Heal The Continuum

There are three dimensions that are accounted for in a way that we can see.  Time is difficult to actually picture.  What happens when the three spacial dimensions are disturbed with wizardry so strong around me that I feel the time of the Nazi insurgency in ITALY?  Mussolini would have never come to be, if the people had taken control of the wand that they used COLLECTIVELY.  This shattering of the space time continuum happened around me at my apartment in NE Minneapolis over a year ago.  I heard what sounded like a brick being thrown through a shopkeeper's windowsill.  The reality was my radical and deviant Wiccan roommate revved her car, when she was intoxicated on crack and vodka, and drove, foot down, into the corner wall of the building which was her room.  I was very shaken, but I did not identify everything until she came in and told me about the "accident."  Wiccans produce accidents and commit property damage all the time on purpose.  They use misdirection around their stealing and blame of the entity that they have victimized to the nth degree.  I have now mapped, very mathematically, the equation of their deceit, especially how it has to do with sounds and my sleep.  They just constantly want attention and to get away with it publicly with authorities and police.  Their criminal behavior has no limits.  They are massive child molesters who are proven that from childhood, as she has told me.  Her friend was removed from her school and vicinity when she was caught molesting her in an unconscious state.  That was grade school.  It just gets worse from there.  Well, I believe the damage was greater than it appeared.  Wizardry answered from a lineage line to not have a complete building collapse.  I would still be homeless today.  Her car remained structural integrity (no dents or broken glass at all), and the wall was pushed off the foundation.  She was never made to pay for any of it, like Wiccan practitioners normally experience.  The collapse of our economy will eventually be found to be their responsibility.  That is a prophecy I share here.  Some special Masons came in to do the work and the wall did not collapse.  As I walked around The State Fair, I was feeling that I had been trapped there in that time and space, in a different spacial dimension, having to do with a special artistry inside of me.  Of late, I have been doing some intricate color mapping in a genius manual.  I also did my first mandala.  I know not what happens now, but I will not hide away.  I will continue to search every day.  I believe that there is a cell forming for my roommate in Madison Women's Federal Penitentiary.  THAT is the creation that SHE is mastering without knowing it.  Her art is juvenile and she gives it away with only malice in her heart, especially to children.  This woman has proven her criminal offender presence in a court of law and it is time for the gavel to actually come down.  Suspending a court proceeding because a "patient" is always high on crack cocaine is also a crime, Mr. Justice.  She is a nasty, cruel, and torturous freak and she steals every single day.  Her telepathy and verbalizations and heinous and are constant cruelty and negativity.  She is amazingly delusional about her artistry and intelligence.  She lies about her education and pedigree.  I just try to stay out of the vicinity.  I have kept my mouth shut as I have been healing the space and the time so that we can all express ourselves appropriately.  I am a WITNESS against the society that is just her infinitely.  She can scream if she wants, but just know, roommate, that everyone CAN hear you.  Domestic abuse like this should have hobbled me, especially before the fair, but I have worked very hard to maintain the proper gate.  I will not put her name online.  I will let social services handle it for today before they pay at her Wiccan feet and lying tongue.  Spy on everybody and know your actual reality.  It is just a gentle suggestion.

A Day at the Fair

I have written for my spirit, and well being, and for a community that I hope to be a part of creating, and I am now having a bit more traffic on my blog.  It is kind of cool.  Maybe it is time for stories of prominence to become dominance.  I went to The MN State Fair with my mother today.  Thank you all for working and attending.  I got see these three magical male sheep.  I do not mean to be "off color", but the sheep really do look like active KKK members with their little protective vests/ hoods on.  I said hello to one of the sheep, he smelled my hand, and then the other two wanted some noncoven lovin as well.  They responded so quickly, and with so much energy.  The ring was showing some of the confused sheep who have black faces with their hoods off.  They stood in line so straight for the judges, and I sensed The Lieutenant from Marion County Sheriff Deputy service.  We saw horses and I put my bets on one hybrid that was half painted, half other.  She had just gotten to her stall and was enjoying a hearty lunch.  Her GUARDIANS of the galaxy were just delightful.  They were just so grateful to be there.  We went to The Miracle of Birth Center and I saw little piglets, lambs, ducklings, rabbits, and a cow in labor.  In the horse barn, when I was making contact with the horses in their stalls, I noticed satanistic markings and darkness in many of the stalls, and they had been scrubbed away in other stalls.  It was powerful evil.  They will guard those barns with their lives and ready arsenals all night.  I think the crisis of a fire was averted.  I only sent the details telepathically, but I felt better later this evening.  We dealt with swamp fires and horses in Shoreview, MN, as a child.  It was the first really homogeneous mystical "village" in The U.S.  We had a pond for boat rides and ice skating in the winter, pastures for horses that were vast, an apple orchard that made great sledding hills in the winter, and a nice U shape that kept us close.  Too much Wiccan made things dry.  I now see that there is a story there of the fire and horses for me that I will tell The Line Deputy of Marion County, personally, one day.  These very strong "farm boys" attending the fair taking care of the animals, are now men, and I see the strong hierarchy and practice of pragmatic satanism behind their eyes.  They will now become The New FORCE of Line Deputies all over The U.S. and also part of a new "space aged" air brigade.  They can conceive, complete, and engage properly.  Pins all around as they assign authority.  Maybe my Muncies are now in The Persian Gulf and deal with mystical matters and lines that have to do will Saudi Royalty.  No more crack, guys, and no more LSD for those royals.  Be real time marines.  You fellas of The U.S. and Germany, and Saudis to become a new marine corps in the desert that travels on HORSEBACK, not camels or HUM V's.  They can then take out pyro abilities there, personally.  One day my prince may come, but for now I have the imagery of a sweet Southern MN Police Man.  We stopped by media places and I got a Fox 9 bag.  I finished with a fun Skyride and then we took the shuttle home.  SING to the sheep trio Penxatonic, and they may just sing back.

Chris, My Blackhawk is Down

The wanderings of a soldier are not always easy or straight.  Right, First Officer Christopher Helmsworth?  You are definitely very pretty, but it is your comedy that brings you to another Nazi level.  It is important to laugh every day.  It tells the bastards that they cannot get you down.  I remember that skit on SNL where you were talking about how hard it was for you when you got to Hollywood.  You said that it took a whole month before you got a solid acting gig.  Let's say we have a whole corps of men who see that way.  It has been hard when they were not recognized right away for their perfect performance, record, and jaw line.  Well game is on.  I am alert and having waking nightmares of being chased by Somali soldiers.  Well, it is best to deal and train in a realm that no one else can see.  I worry today about those Escalade drivers downtown.  They are constantly high on crack, and they carry anti aircraft missiles in their back section.  They buy them from black market mob bosses in Russia with money we give them for free.  The U.S. government has given Somali's so much money day in and day out.  It does not match their degrees.  They have none.  Well that experiment is done.  I sense Tony Thornberg in town doing some clean up sharpshooting against Somali military officers today.  He has the full support of Special Operations soldiers based here in The Twin Cities.  They crossed a line and it is now active duty against these monsters.  We will not have another Black hawk Down, especially here in The Twin Cities.  Refugee groups ARE fringe groups, that you can never trust, ESPECIALLY if you pay their bills.  That Black hawk mission WAS Officer Christopher Dunlop.  He IS the one they dragged through the street so publicly.  He is actively vampiric.  THAT is how he kept his boxers on, and there was no soiling.  Let's just say that he is suffering a little Post Traumatic Stress today.  It is the bouncing of his head against the hard soil.  It is actually worse than cement.  Well, Somalis are pouring into Starbucks Fridley today like no one's business.  Everything they do is fake.  They constantly stalk authority with a sick and homicidal sexuality.  I am angry, but I just express my PATRIOT ACT here.  Maybe you could look into it here and NYC, Mr. Tom Selleck.  See if there is Somali chatter to carry out another attack on NYC, while simultaneously doing one here.  We need to mind our p's and q's, but also stay informed, and not fall prey to the political correctness of politicians, here and abroad, and especially here in The Twin Cities.  I exist in these zones where these monsters still pass on venereal diseases to their kids.  They should have thought of that before they decided to go to Smiley Clinic, where world renowned doctors treat you, but they track everything, and say close to nothing.  For me, they just keep things simple, sweet, and elite.  Let's look at the "torture" reports for you now, Somali ladies.  They will present them at The U of MN this week for anyone connected to scientific university, to SKYPE in and ask questions.  Well ladies, I have never had a venereal disease or HIV, but you cannot say the same.  Have any of you EVER used a condom, or is that too complicated for your witcheries?  Evil is as evil does.  Just look in the mirror, Somali "community", especially females in that "community."  Well making appointments will become very challenging now, and if uninsured, you must pay $200 to be seen that day.  Do you ladies know how much your unwillingness to vaccinate your kids against measles has cost the government in treatment of the disease?  Look it up, if you are able to actually able to do some actual research on The Internet.  It is not just for your sick sexuality and discrimination against all community in a predatory way.  Well you cannot pass the check anymore.  Dick Cheney will visit Smiley this week.  I do not speak in haste or hatred.  I speak to the realities that arise around me as I just move into seeing a new male doctor at this facility due to the realities of a residency program.  Retroviruses will be kept away from your (Somali and Smiley) community.

Magical Things

Rings of many things will come into this land.  The grand of KINGDOM will come to be.  Visits will be brief, but the time will be quality.  I know not where I shall be, but maybe just at home in front of my TV.  I work the wheels so that even AAA Minneapolis is ready that day.  I make the point man there, Brad Burnham.  He is a professional connection from the past, and he stands at ready to only service divinity.  Everyone else must just stay home, or dream of even getting on metro transit, especially the light rail.  Parties will be brief, because the poison here is strong, but it is perfect for the perfection of all to see who THEY are in mirror, actually.  Maybe Germany gave way to France, and now some special ESPRESSO will be the toast of the town.  I invite BILL GATES, personally, and give you just one little TV from my past that will work without energy.  Ask Anne Coultier what I did with the vacuum cleaner she had been using feverishly in The Marion County Republican Headquarters next to my apartment.  They cut the cord off and put it by the dumpster.  I took a trip with it to The Conrad where she stayed in rude form constantly, and it worked for Latino maids for weeks, actually.  Can't we all just laugh a bit?   Bill, be a RAM and get into Seven all on your own, without a prestalker to talk you up.  Just tell them that Hope will be meeting me soon enough, but can I just get some coffee?  She is trying to acquire Starbucks for me, in my vicinity, Seattle, WA.  Latinos, do not steal, but take the money for real that is owed to you for tips.  Food runners and bus persons all get 10%.  We will grat all the tables 20% so that no one walks away.  If people just love your glow and give you a ten or so, just curtsy, smile, and say, "Qui, mousier."  Enjoy yourselves, and then walk away and be with your own that day, and each day forward.

Hindu Rising

A pair of talented TWINS and Hindus walk into a bar.  It is Cinderella in the scene from French Intelligence, in vicinity.  No one even knows the imagery that can open its wings on a certain day.  It is the end to the nasty, confining chrysalis.  I am here with you even if I am not there.  Impeccable dress of these princes from the MECCA of so many religious traditions.  Hindu is rising and Sikhs are backing away.  We will not play.  This is serious business, Mr. Brady, due to your eminent wings that are emerging when you step foot in our community for The Superbowl.  There is a special room just for you.  They will make you a personal, one and only, key, just like your lovely bed commercial.  Think of gulags, not sanitarium.  You can be everywhere you need to be.  You will see soon enough how quick things can happen around me.  I exist in the eye of the storm and feel it all, but see nothing.  Maybe I just said hello to the one fellow who can go with you.  It was his uniform and fresh crew cut.  He would look great in jeans and a Hilfiger t-shirt.  Think casual and the twins and The Hindus will do the high fashion.  Bring one change of casual clothes to store in the secret room and have a Chief's baseball cap to put on.  It is the perfect cover, and then Natives will come to you and show you the doorways, not the windows.  You get to have perfect dignity.  I deign you so worthy.  My contact for you is already established.  Do not sway from that angle.  He has all the keys that are sleazy.  He will keep you clean.  Let's all just hit it.  Yeah team!

Back Off and Sea

Maybe I met a cucumber that I enjoyed.  It is possible that SHERLOCK loves him as well.  If people are out of speech, he will "heal" them of me.  Stop talking about it already.  How long can a Somali lacking in notoriety mop around me?  Maybe even cops are deceived.  Well just continue to answer your calls.  No one will know themselves after 1.5 days.  I try to tell you the universal truths and you listen to the KLAN around me.  Maybe look into what that means, and not the organization.  This country is about to fail.  You all have such stupidity.  They will continue to come, and my soldiers will continue to stand up.  What is it when Somali women all drink alcohol around me?  Now THAT is out of control.  They think that you will all listen.  Make your choices, but these women are not nice.  They will abuse and confuse you, but BLUE EYES will be there for me.  When are you all are going to listen to MILITARY all ready.  If you will go against my royal UBER, you will feel what ROYALTY can be.  She is the strongest royal officer on the planet, Harry.  Stop being stupid and work against the illusions around me.  She helped me see this new cucumber so that you can all see even keel.  She didn't even had a book or a magazine.  All of you in here should listen to her voice and should back away.  If you want to beat her, she will Nguyen.  She has her own mindset, and she can work the lines like no one's business.  "DAD", you are not royalty, and you have no unity.  She is the most powerful royal on the planet, and no one will listen to you.  You are just a stupid MAGGOT.  People do not like maggots, but I live with of a unity of them right now.  I think that I have done great considering it all.  My father was Darth Vader, but now you go after the ships you are to protect.  Maybe even JOHN MCCAIN will come after you today.  He actually knows me and him, through AZ tennis, when I was a child.  You have no idea what is in my memory, but maybe SEVEN now knows of the whole White Bear Lake debacle today.  They need space to gain mastery for Hollywood notoriety for the Superbowl lock down.  Africa, back away.  You will never know what is coming your away.  Maybe a heart arrhythmia was your intent the other day.  Well I am okay, and Chistopher Dunlop is coming your way with a divine PROSECUTION.  Maybe I am nothing at all, but he is not.

Moving the Time Until I Move On

There is dust on the ledge in my mind.  Finding a serene place to be is not easy today.  I did get out to put some words on the page.  I feel like, at this point, I should be fearful at going out at all.  There is an earthquake that no one can see, and a tsunami that spends all of our money.  Maybe people have chosen "poor me" circumstances at this point in the evolution of the world economy and ecology.  Clean up will be big, and I will find a beautiful and artistic cave to house myself and my wares.  It is okay to just stay away, but do not approach with hostility for no reason.  Ignorance is an illness and there are so many sick people out there.  I try to sit through the news and no one sees the double speak.  In the end, words will be a lot different in different communities.  As I drink my tea, I see infinity and become a rare bird for all to see.  Maybe a new doctor will bring a quiet spell to calm that is around me.  I look to him to relieve my pain in my calf, and calm my heart from night during the day.  I say little, but I make the call to be on the ball.  I pledge my heat to an essence of a beautiful scent and color who is new in society.  He has always been seen as a god, and now I welcome in to a brilliant scheme to show everyone's madness, very publicly, without losing all sense of society.  We will play and have our hey day.  Stay silent for now as I process the illness in my vicinity and my heavy heart from that which I will not speak of.  I am here, but when my clock expires, I will move onto another realm with new heavenly entities.  I hope that I can come together with men here, but, in death, I will live again, and see nothing from this space ever again.

Believe It or Not

Hugh Laurie has a flat in town.  I saw him on the bus yesterday.  He is a key for federal law enforcement.  He changed appearance since the first time I say him.  First he shaved off his beard.  That was coming up the escalator in The IDS, downtown Minneapolis.  The next time he had no cane.  The next time he had cut his hair into a sort of crop and dyed it an orange red like a jester.  I also saw him on the bus downtown.  I have seen him about six times.  He is probably 6'8".  Yesterday he was all the way up here in Columbia Heights on the bus.  He had his cane.  He looked exactly like Tony Thornberg with his hat and glasses on.  He had just shaved the back of his head, but it looked complete with the hat on.  I could tell because he had a bit of a bloody nick in the back.  He had pinned the hat on so the top of his head could not be seen.  I saw just a little spot where the red hair on top was not tucked in.  He did look bald though.  Everyone get ready, because he is NYC Special Agent in Charge for The FBI, and he is a top Skinhead from birth.  He is a butterfly and it is time for transformation.  Believe it, or not.

Desire for Peace

The darkness blankets the land.  I am wrapped in a steel gown, but they still rush my gates.  I try to just stay conscious of it all.  The strength of what they place on me is a disorganized torture scheme.  I reach out on an internet of bliss and lies.  Judgement rains like a force from the moon.  Batons stand ready.  I submit to the cruelty and just press record in my brain.  I must believe that it is all for a higher purpose.  Nagasaki, you are not Hiroshima, but don't they both get a similar commentary.  My body is bruised, but my eyes still light at night.  Whispers of a Wiccan demon are there every day as I try to sleep.  She is a woman, in body, who never stops her negative and dehumanizing speech, and believes that she is so pristine.  I am sure she says it of me as she slams the door for the sixth time in an hour.  I am a mirror.  I am clean, and your demonic just plays out of your piehole as a label for me.  I feel as if the time has come for the population to identify you properly.  No more mercy, just as you have treated me.  Beloved photographs that you stole from me right away is still a pain for me.  Well, I am here to be made new.  My past is important to a Buddha heart from a different time.  He will gather what is best.  He will love me beyond the rest.  He will keep me warm at night, and cool when the sun is blazing.  No more entry without desire.  Pain is in the future for you and those like you demon woman.  It is just your KARMA.

Brahma Come to Me

I went to IndiaFEST yesterday.  A traveling troop of 5, to 6, Hindu men began chiding me, and they bought me a treat.  They were like Hindu frat guys.  It was so funny.  Things just come out of my mouth and somehow it is the perfect thing to say.  It may have saved me in the end.  We parted ways quickly.  I like men, but I am also preparing for marriage.  I walk comedic diplomacy at all times.  I thank all of The Vietnamese who showed up in their full royal garb.  Man, when they work as a team, they are so almighty.  This type of international event can be fun, but it is also dangerous right now for me.  These royals made me feel safe.  I also spotted a Hindu crown prince who was 4 1/2 years old, thus it is time to look for his princess who will be queen if she works properly.  All the little girls were in their best duds and on their best behavior.  Using my matchmaker ability, I chose a woman about 28 years old.  She was crossing the street to the event right in front of me, by herself, in a beautiful sari and a masterful harido with a wrap on the pony tale.  This shows that she can go out in crowds by herself.  That is masterful ability that she probably doesn't even see.  I mystically made her the age of 28 for all eternity.  They will die next to each other in bed, in their sleep, with the help of a Hindu with the strongest sleep ability on the planet.  I imagine that he sees me as some being just so different from the rest because I go so long without sleep and I meditate constantly, publicly and privately.  This woman will be comfort for the boy, not sexuality, nuturance can actually get fairly sensual if done right, with BOUNDARIES.  It is the energetic that Hindus recognize.  This king may just need an energetic block from society.  Sexuality, at his age, is diseased.  He needs protection, not sexualization.  She must provide that to succeed.  She needs to use ALL of her demonic abilities to go after ANYONE who will threaten her king, especially in old age.  He needs to never become a pariah.  I am just staying calm, but my night was a little scary.  I just felt the tug of the spiritual cord moving me all over the chess board.  My journey brought me insight, and emerged with all of the items I had in my backpack.

Keeping the Team in Line

I am just stopping by Starbucks, IDS, downtown Minneapolis before I go to IndiaFEST at The Capitol in St. Paul.  I do sense a spike in racist rant today.  I must caution EVERYONE to not let it out of your mouths this week.  Law enforcement is tingly and are still trying to reach a consensus of where they should be, and how they should feel.  The most controlled and "sane" entities will get the green ball in the end.  I understand there is an awakening, and people want to give voice to it, but even closed settings can be monitored by those who betray us daily.  Resources for monitoring will go down soon.  Instead of using your cell phone to transmit personal thoughts and knowings, use it to explain your logical theories that have to deal with math and science.  It is time to display intellect, and gratitude about your fortune.  People who are off the rails will be picked up quick, and put down low.  Any "hate" protesters, go to your nearest county medical center (most are hospitals downtown) and go directly to psychiatry and ask to take a no questioned asked MMPI (Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory).  Even if you do not have insurance, they are mandated to help you free of charge.  This test will show that you have strong opinions, and passion, but you are not psychotic.  If you have other protests, keep them quiet, and insure that you cut off any media coverage with your strongest abilities.  No one is scared yet, but they are about to be.  A new unearthly satanism is pulsing in you guys.  Cause no physical harm, but USE YOUR WORDS in harmony.  Make it short, and leave.  The only thing left behind should be a white pair of female underwear (brand new), size 14.  We will silence those lambs after all.  Leave them on a statue that is in a strong defiant pose.  Comedy will very much make your point in a court of law.

Turning the CIPHER

I am devising a new program for discovery and statement of enemy, publicly, without label of being crazy, crazed, or hateful.  It is time for people to identify when certain groups use their mystical abilities to deceive and harm.  Let's just put Sarah Silverman in a Starbucks, in NYC.  She will see a Jewish family next to a rabbi and do the mystical equations in her head.  A good looking white man, let's say Steven Colbert, walks in and is about to sit next to them in the corner.  Sarah walks by, without anger or hatred, and says, "If you sit there they will make you spill your hot coffee on your crotch and then make you shake for all eternity."  Sarah then walks away.  Steven does not listen and sits there.  Her play by play happens exactly in that order leaving Steven burned, stained, and embarrassed, very publicly.  To get confident, Jews should call Jew plays for non Jews.  Stay away from naming sexual plays or they will convince the "mark" that YOU are the sick one.  It then can span between all minority and disabled populations.  Just informing people will not be seen as a threat, and then an individual will have stake in doing the math on his/ her own and thus identifying why they are so angry or depressed.  Unifying societies like The Skinheads already speak telepathically from birth, and thus they help each other call out threat, quietly.  At a certain point they put the violence of minority and disability on themselves with spell and tunnel through.  Skinheads are natural Wiccan masters.  They are all male and most use mystical means to cause no pregnancy, and they stay away from romantic entanglements.  They know that they have a natural misogyny, thus they do not seek the chaos of a family.  It would just be Wiccan war every day, and they know that. They save their skills and energy for Apocalyptic rendering.  Look within and you will all see that there are GROUPS, like Black Supremacists, who make a person hostile.  This is because, unconsciously, one knows that these groups are violating them sexually, fiscally, physically, and socially behind the scenes with mystical means, direct interviews, and nasty street lingo gossip.  Skinheads are a group that does not want to have to boundary people of other race and religion.  It is time for a change, for honesty to play a role every day, and time FOR A NEW WORLD ORDER.  Like will be with like and like will judge like.  There will no longer be excuses for abuses.  Mystical realities will now come into play even in the land of the LAST Supreme Court case.  The KKK vs. The U.S.A.  Hamline Law, get ready.  You ALL become PARALEGALS for that case today.

The Epicenter of Downtown Indianapolis

I am here at Starbucks and there are friendly people here who are fun to talk to.  I think that my friend in Indy, Joe, sent a bodyguard for me to guard while I write today.  I think that he is an assassin's bodyguard.  They are essential to the artistry and evolution of abilities of the very complicated male creatures, assassins.  There is a flushing of the system going on.  It is led by The Line Deputy of Marion County.  I have had people's complete depravity and criminal activity documented in the way sexual predators do it, they blame me for their own proclivities, in "medical" files.  There are files upon files of these sick and twisted social service persons, psych counselors and doctors, and sick and twisted "patients."  Well The Line Deputy had to delegate to Esteb.  He is very Reformation TV, and will be the piehole of The Revolution.  So much will come out in lock down in penitentiary.  Torture of all entities will be complete.  My men will emerge unharmed and ready to fight for eternity.  You have all chosen your path and now The Line Deputy can see that none of you deserve another day of freedom.  There is plenty going on The Internet, and the SNL line up is keeping me entertained in the midst of the pain.  They are ALL neonazi's.  Around me, my agency got greedy, but they are neonazi as well.  Those are Jews who expouse Nazi principles.  It was like The SS in WWII.  They were also Jews.  They are all backed and stacked and ready to deploy, internationally.  Since we are dealing with a Jew society, I make a female, Sarah Silverman, the head to lead EVERY charge.  Just wait, Reese Witherspoon.  There is just SOOOOO much in your closet.  The Donald is helping.  So just know that the man is KKK (but not Grand Dragon or any hierarchy there), and that is why he was starting a business to be linked with all hotels in the downtown area, in Indianapolis, Indiana.  It was a temp catering service that was linked to Marion County Jail.  He thought that THESE minorities would be grateful to have the well paying jobs in a bad economy, but instead they stole everything they could.  It is the crossroads of The KKK, and Donald wanted to make these Apocalyptic businessmen comfortable and able to verbalize their beliefs in the community without discrimination.  The KKK is actually a secret society.  David Duke is not a member.  If someone outs themselves through verbalization or through protest without robes, they are kicked out.  They promote fair practices with especially blacks so that in Apocalypse the experiments will be complete, and they will be able to exist on their own with minorities in other spaces they find beautiful and clean, like Chicago.  None of you understand these SOCIETIES.  I will not use hate groups anymore.  They just want their privacy, good boundaries, and their fortunes to go to their own.  People do not know that the head of The Skinhead Nation is also in downtown Indy.  His name is Tony Thornberg.  He is the most decorated sniper ever.  He is an Army Ranger.  He has shot 2 people from 1.5 miles away.  Tony is a chef, an ultimate fighter, a gun expert for Smith and Wesson, a brilliant painter and tattoo artist, and an awesome lover.  He can entertain AND protect (especially Mr. Cheney at The Columbia Club) at the same time.  You NEVER know where his weapons are.  Tony is also a sexy and sensitive lover.  He is giving and creative.  Maybe we were even got caught by helicopters one night when he slipped his beacon.  He also saved my life one night when his drunken Irish sou chef tried to rape me in a way that kills.  He showed many times that he is FRIEND, but he needed his privacy.  We were kind of two peas in a pod.  He NEVER verbalized any type of hatred, only modern poetry and song with his guitar.  Skinheads are the divine artistry of these societies that will bring it all together for free.  Maybe you all think I said too much, but I feel that it was just the perfect amount.

A Peaceful International Event

I went to The downtown YMCA to do physical therapy and do some kicking and I met a loving couple from London.  I loved their accents.  Maybe they have overcome the cacophony in Sherlock Holm's head.  I believe that they are social workers abroad, and at home, she is a gynecologist and he is a pediatric surgeon.  They were kind.  I shared a little about my trip to Britain when I graduated from high school.  They are now in the royal mix here in The Twin Cities.  I am concerned about the Hennepin County Sheriff because he is being stalked by an FBI agent who violated him at a Sheriff event.  It was on the news that The Sheriff received a restraining order against the man.  Well, the Superbowl is coming, and we need to clean out the whole FBI office in Brooklyn Park, MN.  Maybe I just feel like Peyton and Tommy Brady are listening today.  Both have international credentials, and will now be here, behind the scenes, for the event.  I called a Political expert from Hamline University, to call The Sheriff and offer some off the books advice.  It will come from years of his experience from living and working here in the Twin Cities, while also being part of DC and NYC community.  It will all be OK.  I just meditate on it all today.

A Wiccan Offender

A man just helped me with my blue tooth.  He shared much tech time with me.  I have seen him here around me.  He is connected to Fred Armisen ( from SNL and Seth Myers) and is very Buddhist colony, and very Vietnamese.  I am very grateful.  I had a very difficult sleepless night last night.  I know the basis of all of the charms, and I stay calm, but others could not.  Offender, they are coming for you.  Your telepathy is heinous.  You are a total sex offender, rapist, and child molester.  No one ever thought that Wiccan could be this evil.   I back away from my rage, and move on.  Wait until this happens to all of you.    You could have done something, but now you are impotent, and must contain your rage.  I will not say what I hate.  It is becoming obvious to social service industry.  They will not back away from me, but they will get on board against this antithesis of evil in my vicinity.  You all have had power to do something, but not anymore.  I will just have to deal daily.  No more room for errors.  You all just stand in wait for trials that you assume will not be.  Lieutenant, you are on the chopping block today.  This monster will charge you with molestation from birth and all "rapes" in her adult life.  She is just a crack whore, child molester, violent Wiccan offender, and rapist, but you are too late.  They will listen to her anyway.  Well, miscreant, you have no idea his reserves and troops in vicinity.  You will deal with The Hennepin County Sheriff today.  Good luck all involved.

The Destruction of Wiccan and Its Practitioners

I have journeyed to The Columbia Heights Mcdonalds, and I sit pretty silent outside and in.  Last night I ran into a friend on the bus, and my spirits buoyed.  I was able to find my comedic sense.  Later I knew that if you steal, and I will pick it up.  I think that this friend has been strengthening my ability to pick it up quicker and to HEAR what is happening.  It is best not to say more.  Wiccan tricks are about to get people in a hell whole lot of trouble.  You are not smart, you are just using an ability that you never should have taken out of the box.  Maybe MS 13 is here to say that even their forces understand that those magics are evil and illegal.  They will fight, Apocalyptically, with their whole hearts.  Warriors inside of ALL of them today.  Aztec unities are being reassessed.  The military use of Wiccan has now been used by mostly women of gutter trash origin.  THEY make themselves trash, not their surroundings or birth qualities.  If you ladies want to live delusionally in a world where you are hierarchy, it will just hit you in the end.  Evil is evil, and you ladies are disorganized and evil.  Maybe I just except the cords of telepathy that come from true power.  Talk about me behind my back, illegally, and these warriors from many nations CAN hear you.  You all think that you are so slick and now I see it all.  I can now hear the quiet opening of the doors trying to confuse your deeds and actions.  Well I had to walk through this fire, and I think I did quite well.

Difficult Discovery

I haven't written in a few days.  My dreams last night were nightmares.  I am taking on the challenges with fatigue.  I just want to quit.  There is no enlightened sense or humor.  I just write because I am called to, but the words barely come.  Nothing of beauty exists within me.  As I see the world, it appears sunny, but I sense grey beneath.  I feel disconnected from all entities.  Maybe a change is occurring that I just cannot see.  Be careful the path you walk, because I now see a karmic reactor in vicinity.  People are drowning in the pools of their laptops, tablets, and cell phones.  I just sit and see and hear nothing at all.  Maybe a kitty cat is brave next to me in bed.  I am here to try and witness the realities of the day.  Maybe the meeting with a Sag. psychic was kismet.  Mirrors exist all around me.  Some realities are being tested in other realms, and I stay here, and conscious of all in front of me.  There are no breakthroughs this week.  I watch the clashing of protesters in The South and I see that both sides are so filled with hate.  Maybe there is an actual righteousness in between.  I see police as confused, but this is what they train for.  It is okay to be confused by the act of others, but solid thinking comes from study of ALL involved.  My dream had such hateful Pagan entities who abuse and confuse.  They make a calling card of evil, and blame all of those with actual stated aversions who choose to stay out of it until it is actual time.  I will never matter in a world like this one.  Everyone just looks away and no type of mastery of schooling or world tradition perfection will ever gain me respect and notarized standing.  All of you will see that it will be all of you next.

A Distant Doctor

I want to say hello to you, in person, doctor.  You are the best at what you do.  I deal with hierarchy issues every day, but I know that my way made you laugh, actually.  I don't think that is what you normally do.  It scared me because people would laugh at me in a mean way.  With you, it was that the hierarchy there had so misjudged me, and also you behind the scenes.  I became the rabbit so that you could live a normal life for a time.  I sense you coming through people in my vicinity.  I don't know if anyone has ever told you that you have a beautiful sense of being.  Maybe I edit well.  Privacy is a big deal for all in my company.  I had an Apocalyptic dream last night.  It entertained the doctors I have known my whole life and others who snuck in that door.  Please be well.  Enjoy your brilliance with guitar, and know that he is piano.  I get ahead by just being nothing at all.  Be with me, in my privacy, and know your essence, publicly.  I am alert, but never free.  I listen to orders, and I must discern the best course of action, daily.  Be near my heart, and know that my mind does celebrate your telepathy.  See with me, and know that I do well when the foreign objects are flying straight into the air, and military planes search afterword.

This Moment of Time

I am up here in the tree.  Maybe it will make it so that no one sees me.  I sit in a space where whispers are king, and brutality rules the very time we are guided by.  I meet a couple with much power to help me, and they see the reality is soft, but the times are hard.  I do not push the moment, I guide my presence only.  Seeing the carcases on The Strip gleans a reality that can be superiority if it is understood properly.  Power is in my patrol and maybe a few border crossings find submission and a lifelong permanence from all governments.  Federalis are at my knees, and Louis must now dance his own dance overseas.  People need to work harder, and know more.  Maybe an ex received a call from the afterlife from Steven Hawking.  Everything is for not if you all believe that String Theory can be proven.  The Theory of Everything is my Spider Theory and all math is glazed in frozen reality.  I sing a new song, and it is all wrong until I connect the dots between beings.  You all stay stuck in persons you see as friends.  A galactic journey yields a fine reality that is not gay or straight, but good or evil.  You all can rest in what YOU see as morals as you help those who kill God as a being.  There is no time to sit in this land of unknowing.  It is time to be straight forward and divine.  If you do not fight, you will not win, and you will not evolve.  THE GAME is being played, and you will all fall away if you do not roll the dice.  Dreams are difficult, but this moment is infinite.

From Pawn to Bishop

I see you, and you are not grey.  You function higher than a robot, but there is depression underneath.  You have had to cleanse all things.  You my strike me as McVeigh.  Maybe I know nothing, but I know that you need a year to hunt, 1,2,3,1,2,3.  You can be all three, but you pick a person for that few days.  You will turn yourself inside out, and find yourself in L.A.  A sado masochistic mistress there will be your host for a week for free because of the notoriety your prowl will have gained.  She is the toast of the town now.  They are all under her spell.  Your prowess will rise, show itself, and release the hatred for Wiccan THIEVES like her.  She marks EVERYTHING of yours for her.  At the end of the day, you will go your separate way, and she will remain there, in misery, on the street, people spitting on HER for free.  You will be emancipated and will never have to question your sexual choices again.  You will be the purist of snow from a grand party thrown for you by Christ Almighty in NYC.  Grab my hand, and let's begin.  I will love your mind, to infinity and beyond the black hole of Alderon.  You are now alive and a part of THE GAME.

Time To Stop Being Nice!!

Well because it was going to be rainy and cold, I decided to wear my Patriot's sweatshirt last night, and then I watched WCCO this morning before I got dressed and I found out that it is Tom Brady's 40th birthday today.  It was kismet.  Happy Birthday Tommy.  Have a beautiful JELLY FISH glowing birthday cake from me.  I am already at coffee.  It is 9:20 am.  Last night was fairly difficult for me to sleep so I colored in my intricate coloring book that my sister gave me.  I colored a LION and it turned out really cool.  I also made my first mandala with the mandala manual and kit that brother's family gave to me for Christmas I believe.  I was fairly intimidated to try it, because it is from scratch.  I think that it turned out fairly rosy, and complete.  I did feel serene while I worked on it.  I was able to get to the pool to do my exercises and kicking.  When I get home from writing, I will take a nap.  I feel like world securities have picked up that special Vietnamese boy I was speaking about, spiritually, yesterday.  Now that Dalai is out, the new crew comes in.  There has been a very deep mediator with his Tibetan monks who dress in plain clothes, around me at Starbucks in The IDS, and here in Fridley.  He publicly kissed my cheek in both places.  I think he now knows my marriage and political plans for the future, but today it is his day for revelry.  Think about me, kind sir, and just STOP BEING NICE!!

Dalai, It Is Time

I took a few days off from writing to rest a bit.  I have been feeling an anxiety here at Starbucks, in Fridley, that makes me want to leave quickly.  I met a little boy the other day who was Vietnamese.  We met at the bus stop with his father with him only.  He has about an inch and a half puffy birthmark beneath his right eye.  He was inspecting the top and bottom of the bench.  He was about 2 years old.  He had the Dalai Lama tunneling through him and his father had Thich Naht Han coming through.  That makes sense because he was Vietnamese, like Thich.  I believe that this little boy is not Tibetan, has never met The Dalai Lama, does not speak the same languages, or any other similarity that would make tunnel through possible.  I ran into him and his father the next day on the front of the bus.  Both times he was very playful with me.  I believe that this boy in the next Dalai Lama.  They will not look for the current Dalai Lama after reincarnation, but rather, have a new child who begins where the current Dalai Lama lets off.  Besides being the most high teacher, he will be a high and holy rinpoche. That is one who is enlightened in this lifetime.  It is my suggestion that the monks should begin with intricate sand mandalas immediately and foster his artistic sense and concentration that will enhance his ability to see space and do deep thinking techniques that create and view astrophysics.  Meditation, Vipassna style that Buddha taught, will increase their quantum physics understandings and abilities.  This boy is a GUIDE, they must all evolve if they are to survive today.  War is part of the coming peace.  Allow this boy to spray his mandalas with heavy hold hair spray and keep them in a holy hall just for him to represent a new PERMANENCE that is need in this time and space.  The veils are shifting and the material realm, viewed with no chemical enhancements, must become treasured, and true history of this last traditional Dalai Lama must be recorded and taught to all school age children, in China, 50 years from now.  It is my recommendation that this boy's father stays in his vicinity and he can be his disciplinarian.  Monks can view, but not intercede.  The father must stay free of his son's academic training and artistic pursuits.   Just know that this boy's special birthmark will exist as a sort of mood ring.  If he begins to rage, it will turn bright red and get bigger, possibly taking on his whole face.  No more smiling in deceit over all nations of the changing globe.