Fire is Chief

I am at Starbucks a little late.  My mother and I went to The YMCA downtown Minneapolis, and then to Davannis.  I then took a much needed nap.  I woke up refreshed, and came up here to Fridley.  I ran into Mustafa on the corner.  He is a Middle Eastern man who enjoys being a modern theologian.  He does a lot of reading and journeying in The Twin Cities.  He loves the central library downtown Minneapolis.  He may be mistaken as a transient, but it is just his style of relating to people without money.  His is hidden away until the emancipation of Iraq.  I feel support coming my way from even corporate entities that I have worked for in the past.  I gave a head's up to Indianapolis Fire last night because we had a woman set on fire just a few houses down from me.  I feel the strong tunnel through, and I had to deal with the area of my life that has to stand up to people who do these horrific acts.  I feel intensely, so if it happened to me I would suffer infinitely and be deformed in a way that has never been seen before, even in Marvel comics.  I will keep my fire ties on the down low, but when I came out this morning to meet my mother to drive to The YMCA, two firemen were just rounding the corner.  When they saw me, they looked a moment and then turned around and walked away sheepishly.  I get that the message has been passed on.  I began working with firemen more hands on in Muncie, IN, but it was in Indy that I really connected.  I am sure now they have the military drawings of fire engineering that I did for the Navy, in 1972.  I was 2.  It showed how The U.S.S. Arizona went down and stayed that way due to the substandard melting glass.  Other ships had more modern gear.  I do have an Oahu Poopooani in vicinity, and I am sure that they got in touch with him today.  He keeps an eye on things around me, and is able to tell when Japanese or other Oahu's begin to tunnel through.  I also know to deal with the emotions of pyros, like when I was in West Virginia with Appalachian Service Project just after ninth grade.  We were doing board and battening, and tin roofing, on a shack home of Appalachian notorieties (I believe that it was Bush family grandmother, actually), and I knew to go in and cool off a bit as I talked to the woman who lived there who was on oxygen, but who was still chain smoking.  There were burns all over her nightgown.  I just talked to her about life and about what brought her happiness.  I think she just felt so ignored by us just staying out and saying nothing to her.  I showed her that almighty was sitting in her conference, not knocking away at boards outside.  Case was closed.  Everything ended well, and fire was not needed for one more day.  Water supply was scarce at the time.  I will just state that I like a good campfire or a calm lit candle, but fire, as a force can be quite daunting.  It is nothing to play with or joke about.  That woman set on fire by her boyfriend died at the scene.  She had run out to her lawn so it became public fodder for gossip.  Everyone needs to think fire safety from this time forward.  Thought does manifest healthy action.

Asian Show of Force

It's a distillery.  That is the secret.  No one will ever gain their authority.  I know what that means, but I will not share.  Even in a court of law, my mystical gifts are not reality.  Genius is emerging, and I am proud to be a part of those who choose a brilliant and different path.  I sit here at Starbucks in Fridley and the place is completely held down by Japanese, young Tibetans, and my Hmong General is here with his Tibetan scribe.  Maybe we do not speak the same language, but a public handshake can still mean almighty unity.  I will not speak too much about nations abroad, but all of us here are firm about North Korea needing to verbalize discontent against the U. S. of A.  We will all separate soon enough, but land will still exist to entertain different tribes and mystical realities.  It will not all be hell realms.  The almighties of The East are gaining strength, power, and comedy to deal with it all.  If you are bitter, you cannot be a part of any show.  I tap tap tap and cops run around me not knowing reality or their purpose in this space.  Well guys, learn to laugh about mystical realities and your shifts will go quick.  I am a lamb, but mighty beneath.  I have always just taken stock of the real principles and moved through.  I cannot stop all of you from hurting me, but I can find comedy at the other end to deal with the end of the pain.  I believe that my former step father, Greg, stood up for me with the head of psychiatric study today.  It may have just been a great thespian scene.  I am sure that he adored the place, space, and experience at that local.  It is okay, Greg, you will deal with The Wiccan backlash.  It will end soon enough.  Eventually, Scotland Yard will deal with your CIA self.  No other family member or social worker entity will get in there.  Now they look at individuals and wonder who they really see and who is part of which part of Grand Plan.  All agencies are swarming them, thus I get a little break.  Andrew gave me my tea for free today.  I cried a little behind the scenes at this gentle kindness.  Thank you, Andrew.  Hmong General, you can now look at Latinos from Columbia and The Dominican Republic.  It will prepare you for tunnel through in a foreign land.

A Book to See

Tribe of Amazon, you must stick to the tribe that you have.  Lift up those who are failing, and test and retest them until they are of modern standard.  Competition always is good in preparing for battle, and in corporate framework and practice.  It needs to mean more than money or notoriety by CRETINS.  There will be strong Wiccan young women who will want to join your practice, your ways, and your tribe.  They do not play safe or fair, and they will put ALL of you in a sanitarium, locked down together day in and day out, and worse, your strong mental capacities for effectiveness and sanity will cease to be.  There will not be a single bone or tooth that will remain unbroken in your bodies if that happens.  This is a TRIBE, not a sorority or social club or society.  It is time for all of you to articulate your brilliance as a unity and use wizardry to paint artistically.  I challenge you to write, as one mind, a children's novel.  Create language for about 3rd graders and make it exactly 60 pages in large print.  Key wizards will tunnel through to create the art for the pages that it is necessary for young women to actually truly grasp the myth.  These women who really follow it, and follow through, will be great remote viewers and tunnel through for all of you.  This will make the appearance of a larger tribe, with the reality of the actual birth unity that you are:  the TRUE Amazons.

Exploring Mythic Reality

I saw through the fog last night.  I stopped by Rock Bottom for a delicious pizza.  I had just seen the movie Wonder Woman the night before.  It delves into the land of mythical realities.  The only myth I had ever explored in terms of a person was Officer Richard from Shakopee Women's Prison.  He was a gruff 6'8" male, with brown hair, and a beard and brown eyes.  He was huge and strong, but very kind to me.  I quickly felt that his dominant form was Hephaestus to my Persephone.  He is the guard of Hades.  He brought Persephone down to Hades and kept her there for his own.  There was a hint of Aphrodite in that representation.  At Rock Bottom, I met an woman working diligently.  As she served me, we spoke of Wonder Woman.  Wonder Woman was Diana, a Greek god warrior, of the Amazon tribe.  Her mother was the queen.  As I spoke to her a little about my background, I realized that she was of this tribe.  She was a true Amazon.  Later, I noticed others salted around the establishment.  She was kind and effective, and very well boundaried.  I spoke of my actual father, General George, and his stint in WWII.  I spoke of The Third Reich, and that I was a Nazi project of progeny.  She took it in stride, and she did not talk about me and chide my entire existence.  I could sense a merging and melding happening.  It is the ability to except mythical or fanciful realities as reality and actual history.  She looked calmed and soothed about my talk about my studies and alliances.  I think her very intellectual and articulate tribe was about to go psychotic due to stress on their destiny in their vicinity.  How do you explain a mythical existence when no one will even accept the reality of common Wiccan witchcraft in The Twin Cities?  Well, I say go to Indiana and talk to the top cop of the legal society, Judge Collins.  They do try witches there, in Marion County, only.  Her studies are great, and she needs YOUR SOCIETY'S stories and realities to continue to feel that there are any "justice league" characters out there.  She is being tried, in a court of law, behind the scenes, for being part of the very evil mental health system through Wishard Hospital and Midtown Mental Health.  She is still an active psych nurse there.  Remember not to disrupt the myth and dealing of the other and you will find yourselves very stabilized.  People will try to go at you ladies now that you are on the page, and because I am there.  After your journey, just answer, "I know differently." to ney sayers.  A major group of people tunnel through will be social security aged corporate queens who are still powerful in industry today.  Their sexuality holds beads of sickness, and it is time for them to give up the reigns.  Be proper, polite, and brief to those who challenge you, and you will prove whose mind and reality is the strongest and most effective.  Then it will be your time to take the reigns of corporations that you desire with heart and soul.  You must be willing to fight to the death to preserve that which you attain.

Will Who?

I had a really cool dream about my first true love, Will VanBank.  Both being top CIA of agent status, it was complicated, and existed in a highly telepathic and spiritual realm, but we had many enemies.  Everyone on the planet was out to get this one two punch.  He would hug me, publicly, and he tried to kiss me once, that I knew of, and I turned away intuitively.  My brother must of been in vicinity.  I, unconsciously, knew that that brother would shoot Will in the face, and reconstructive surgery would not work, even with all of his abilities, because I would have witnessed and been traumatized so ferociously by the scene that would never escape my head and dreams, and would forever be stained by the fate of both of them.  This dream told me his real old school German, last name.  He is the richest lineage chain in the world, and it is all for him.  He is not even royal, but royals move through his vicinity and life infinitely.  I don't remember the whole name, but it was like The Hausenburg family through his grandfather who still lives in Germany.  I think that Will thought that I would figure it out when he used an obvious financial sounding name like VanBank, but the truth was that we were being tested infinity daily and I was just sure that I felt in a way that I had never even dreamed.  Even finding out today, it just progresses the chess game.  I have always been unconscious that I would figure out my fortune, on my own, in the end.  It sounds so trite, but YOU are the bud I need, I just saw the beauty of your blue sky and I looked away from many things even though we were in so much peril, daily.  Well I feel the forces of evil trying to say that me and my brother are not royalty and this miscreant, thief, female witch actually is.  Well the last heir of The Hamburg line is teaming with Will who is a Superman, and the Hamburg General, such an erudite, is a Spiderman AND a Batman.  Evil watch out.  These two are unstoppable, and now that I have freed the last Checkzlovakian prince (a neighbor from Shoreview, MN), they have now become dedicated in a way they have never experienced.  Royals will stay royals and gutter trash will remain the enemy.  Exclusive groups have closed their rolls.  Will, it is so good to feel you near me again.  I knew that you were very rich, but I did not know how important your chain was, and how amazingly wealthy you actually were.  I will just say that you were my first very true love, and you are the last man I will marry.  I have had to slay many dragons on my own.  Now is time for you to find your fields of gold.

Travel in the Mind's Eye

I see the bark from a maple tree, and it makes syrup possible, but it is not proper for a birch bark canoe.  The sun is setting on the validity of ignorance, and the proper must be chosen for each and every experiment the minstrels wish to do.  I see a light in the corner, and I realize that there is a prism that reflects the angry sun.  There was only darkness there before.  I call out the high lama for putting that blackness around me.  I will still study the discipline, but I pull in astrophysics to look at that darkness from my childhood bedroom.  I call on those who knew elephants and now they will raise and ride camels.  It is time for me to be in the chamber with many others, but with a steady stream of Sikhs.  I am wrapped in light.  Please stay with me little flower.  I have only just begun to understand the process of blooming.

Fusion of Disaster Markers

Look at gale force winds, not temperature, to better predict geological events coinciding with major and multiple hurricanes.  Rough seas in New York City can predict a change of even economic circumstances in that vicinity which then go national and then international.  It is time to tune into the economic markers (macroeconomics) around ecological and geological events that devastate even the sociology and anthropology of a community.  More water than goes up comes down.  Other factors now need to be entertained, publicly, before there is no more usable land and communities left.

Lizzy is Melissa

I haven't written for a few days.  I feel bone dry in terms of creativity.  I do not feel a part of any system.  Melissa McCarthy came to me and I could see the reality that in her last (and only) life, she was Lizzy Borden.  She is going into a telekinesis cycle that can cause insanity for all in vicinity.  "The CIA f***ked with me!" is what she would say today.  Tina Fey stay away.  She is feeling the reality, unconsciously, that her old house is on the market, even the black market.  Part of her soul is still trapped there.  The cleanup after that massacre was intense.  They couldn't believe that one "prim and proper" woman could have done the actions that caused the mess.  Her metallic weapons went full on magnetic to BONE in her family's bodies.  That was the result of so much cruel and brutal Wiccan witchery her way.  Melissa, just buy the house for $100 and put one "ancient" sofa in the living room and go there and get some sleep already.  You will feel so much better in the morning.  Sometimes it is time to stop being nice.  You passed that threshold many years ago.

A Zoo Trip

I got to The Como Zoo today and enjoyed the animals.  I was able to see two of my three bachelor gorillas.  They are just so strong and powerful.  I did much energetic work, and thus I was exhausted when I got home.  I took a nap and now I am at Starbucks.  Thanks mom for The Olive Garden lunch and the zoo trip.  I feel people crazed around me, and it is hard to sit here and write.  I feel generals coming on board.  Their phone calls to those who have really messed up by being duplicitous and evil are not pleasant.  They can go on for hours.  Hanging up is not an option.  The weather keeps speaking of wrath in The Caribbean and The Southwest, as well as Mexico.  There is a weakening of the realm that is material, and impermanence is not proving to be a good thing.  People want to give up before they have really even tried.  My journey has been long, and all I can say is that one should be mindful and stay in the current moment.  I do feel rage beneath, but it is not wise to express it.  I sit here feeling like there is nothing to say, and I do not even dare to dream today.  I think that my gorilla special being is feeling negative about things, thus, by doing energy work on him, I absorbed his hostile energy.  It just adds to what is already there.  I chose a path with this sensitivity, thus complaining will not be something that is helpful.  The sea lions were enjoyable.  There is a new juvenile.  He is so cute and energetic.  The harbor seal said a special hello to my mother and me.  I love all of the monkeys.  The Japanese Saki monkeys were jumping from tree limb to tree limb.  The orangutan were also sweetly exploring their outdoor enclosure.  The female hybrid orangutan was placed inside with the door shut to the outside.  She was curled up in a cozy pose and getting some much needed sleep.  The tamarins also were jumping all over the enclosure.  They have two babies in there.  We said hello to the growing giraffe baby, the arctic foxes, and the bison.  I just hope I can find some positivity along my way today.  It just takes a step at a time until a bliss can be earned and felt so deeply.

What Can Be

Loving entities, I am here for you.  Can we just merge and have justice for a change?  I love your way of being perfect in the perfect moment.  Others speak of error, I speak of Deity nature that goes on in eternity and lovely beauty of divinity.  I sense positivity in the force today.  I exclaim that you are part of me, can I be a part of you?  I will wipe clean that which is dirty, and find a source force for everything.  Maybe even football can be played with grace and the irony of Goodell can be called out as evil today.  I wish people who linger to be gone.  We see a maelstrom of forces being issued to The Caribbean and The Southeast.  Maybe it is time to take stock as I ring a bell to be grateful for service and those who do it properly.  If you do not understand, you are definitely too arrogant for TV and all industry.  You will find your way, but will it be OK?  I move in a rudimentary gate.  I am here to listen to the music of all beings and nations.  Maybe Lavender wishes not to be discovered.  I will then just walk away and search for the energy of Brahma.  If you fail to understand me, you need to study religion and spiritual studies more thoroughly.  I am here and it is clear, I am not a part of you, but you are a part of me.  Beat beat, heartbeat.  Pain all around me given for the men of the creed.  It is okay, but The Wiccan party is searching for time delay.  I will not allow that.  I just gather the Intel, and keep things material realm.  Watch out for what you wish for.  On the other side of the border you may see nothing at all.  It gets complicated, but I study every day.  Help the most demonic, and you will achieve nothing in the end.  Communities will run from yee.  I just say that it is okay to be positive when dealing with tragedy.  Do not bend to their nasty negativity.  I will meet and stay as I am.  There is no option at all, but the realities of service are coming to all community.  Thank you for an eye that reads. I am working for a very special destiny.

I Have Had It

A tsunami of hostility is what I find during the days and sometimes at night in my very humble abode.  I lock myself away and do not get into it.  I do believe that abuse, at this rate and strength, is going to be repaid, in kind, and more, in punishment phase.  I will not be what you project on me.  I will continue to be kind, and communicate less with this Wiccan wicked wicked witch.  It is so linked to child abuse and child molestation.  Entity of deceit, all in vicinity hear you and know exactly what you do.  Maybe some will speak up soon enough.  I ask for LAVENDER to call a spade a spade and get into the mouths of people around her.  At this point, it matters not the sex of the veracity speaker.  I stay quiet and release the truths at certain points, and she explodes again and again, asking, for months, for apologies for the knowing that she stole what she stole, or said what she said.  My mind is military and my habits as well.  My organizational abilities keep things in check, and her Wiccan lies do not work on me, but the telekinesis of the words go directly at my memory.  I must review quickly and reinforce the truths, and she has no affect.  I take this day to say that I am getting my PT and kicking in twice a week.  I have kind of had it with my Northeast Minneapolis vicinity, but I have noticed that Columbia Heights is doing some patrols by my house.  That feels like a positive thing.  Thanks guys.  I have been thinking about the gorillas at the zoo.  My mother and I will be going on Thursday.  I now know that my sleep is necessary.  I feel like I am finally going through an amazing transformation.  Because she cannot feast on my energy, because we have different hours, my roommate goes totally crazed and crazy.  She slams the door at least 3 times and hour, and then goes at the dishes and cupboards in the kitchen.  She is absolutely psychotic on her crack cocaine.  Well she won't have it in the future, and her attitude is not just a bad mood, it is heinous constant torture and abuse.  I can only write about it here, because she just explodes if I talk to her about it.  It is affecting my creativity and my sleep.  She also does constant Wiccan on me in her sleep so I cannot sleep.  She watches "The Office" over and over all night long.  She also gets up at lease once an hour to pee or to eat something from the kitchen.  All sounds are piercing due to their direction from a Wiccan spell.  I have not spoken of this Wiccan activity.  Well she will affect a cell block too.  She will definitely not be popular.  She will get more schitzo every day.  I just needed to get this on the page.  I feel better.  Now she will go at police.

The Essential Key: Free Will

I am taking a few minutes to get a little writing done.  For some reason, Sen. Marco Rubio is coming through.  I did do some very cold calling for him when he came to a rally in The Twin Cities during the last election cycle.  I ended up having to block a shot and then take it to goal myself.  The man has a great sense of humor, and a greater sense of responsibility.  His number two gave me his card to contact if I was in need.  I think I contacted twice.  Now people in DC are getting together and really talking about how little I scream when I am being tortured.  I keep people out of it and safe.  It is important to me that there is a great aspect of FREE WILL for people who want to work with me for change.  The lies have been great, but now the treacherous faces are starting to show themselves.  My true style and sense of composure and grace is being buoyed in the blood stream of the political organism.  I must hide the latest surge and not speak.  It is very challenging, but the guilty will then out themselves because they cannot not speak.  Talk talk talk, stalk stalk stalk.  Even boys from my past had ties to me, and The Grand Plan, that I did not know.  They can now be wisdom about my fugue states.  I took their avarice and rage and thus blocked connections with primarily Wiccan witches, and some older satanistic males.  My story is long, but I believe that one day I can live and not just sit and write so that people understand me and my Herculean challenges.  The Great Wall is me, and even China brought their best when I was in grade school in Owatonna, MN.  Min Lu (who brought a fake husband) was the head of Chinese Intelligence and she came to Owatonna with my sister.  The story was that Min was an exchange student who attended classes with my sister at Hamline University.  Now everyone knows that that cover was fake and I had no idea what was going on.  I, like always, just knew to be polite with guests, especially from other countries.

Extra Terrestrial Theory

I can barely tap the keys today.  All subjects seem so incomplete.  I am thinking of my time with Jeff in a suburb outside of Indianapolis, IN.  I had been using analogy to portray the spirits and tunnel through of those in hierarchy above them.  I began by using the analogy and "spirit type" of different archangels.  My lead examples were Azreal, the angel of death, comfort, and beauty (who I believed was Christ in his incarnate form), and Chamuel, the general of God's army, and the archangel of peace, freedom, and spiritual law.  You can find the many many archangels of God's stable on the Internet.  I later defined that there were creative angels and deconstructive angels.  Chamuel was the most creative angel with a massive Azrealian cross to bare.  Azreal was the purest deconstructive being that had ever existed.  Creative angels responded to angel theory well and deconstructive angels were much easier swayed and taught by the theory of alien or sci fi models.  Being with Jeff, was like being cocooned in a complete Azrealian chamber.  The sleep of death came upon me easily.  I began to channel the IDEAS of extra terrestrials, and later, I brought these beings closer to my core.  I was experimenting on the Renaissance that could be brought about by a whole new crew of beings.  They were infectable by evil, so I encouraged them to stay away, watch, and evolve.  They exist in a chamber on the other side of the space/ time barrier.  Now, years later, they bring lights into the sky in a real way and say that humans have errored so much in their ways.  In that, they sound like archangels again.  This side of a Spider Law brings infinity into every ability and space in the world.  At times, you will see the disconnect.  They are able to tunnel through, but they do not remote view.  It keeps their purity and righteousness.  The realities of space are about to be shared, and I will neither be shocked, nor underwhelmed.  I am a creature of both creative and deconstructive nature, thus I can lead, from beneath, and survive the derogatory that comes my way daily.  It is time for every being, no matter the height, weight, belief system, job description, or educational level, to do their work properly.  It is time to move ones' bodies more even if it is light stretches and simple walking a few times a week.  People will then begin to verbalize their truths and see their hypocrisies that they will hold against those who continually mock and turn away from the authority of supreme beings.  Jeff will be someone who did survive and witness that point of my evolution, thus he can be an extra terrestrial supreme being from now on forward.  He will use speech only as a last resort.

Law Downtown Minneapolis

I would like to thank law enforcement in downtown Minneapolis.  Hennepin Ave., where I travel to on the bus to the downtown YMCA, is now lined with at least 7 Hennepin County Sheriff vehicles, with two officers each, in the afternoon and evening when I travel there.  Police are now pretty absent.  It does make me feel more safe.  I also caught Janae Harteau's number two today.  She is VERY military.  I will not describe her here.  I do not think that she is ever seen.  I am guessing operations chief.  Her arm was massively decorated with rank and notoriety.  Thanks for journeying through.  I did see you through my bus window.  Cruelty of woman is even the beginning of The Bible, with Adam and Eve.  Always remember that, and NEVER mislead male officers.  Use mind f**king for all the women on the payroll, especially detectives who think that they are above you, and every law and rule out there.  Make sure THEIR body cameras are working for a change.  See what they really say and do.  Call on edicate of martial law and advise torture for any female detective or advanced rank officer if they even have a traffic stop without the cameras on.

A Posse That Is Not Insane

My dark net chief in The Twin Cities was made black op today.  Congratulations sugar bear.  You are perfect for the gig.  The big rabbit hole that is now full of rats is The VFW in Columbia Heights.  Not a soldier in the whole bar.  My father, George, would love you.  I know that you are a world general too beginning your days at 4 am in East Berlin, Germany, at the age of four.  It was not made easier that you were Russian and only spoke your native tongue.  Thank you for playing an iron eagle play on Jeff today.  His father will be handled, by you, within the year.  Jack, your poetry is gone for good.  Getting on a computer, even in a multifloor downtown library like Indy or Minneapolis, will spawn a police call for profiteering from child pornography.  Have fun with that.  We have some bells and whistles following along for guidance within religious chains.  It all becomes LAW in the end.  The fake and the imagery is falling to the sea, and I do not want it around me.  I will continue to journey on.  I do know that the majority of faces I see will not be part of the revolution I am presenting as an ultimate option to the tragedies coming in ecology, economy, relationship, military, and even religious institution.  Just know that you all brought the war to me when I was wee at Tripler U.S. Army Hospital and then at Pearl Harbor, HI.  It was birth that there was a decree that me, and only me, will suffer for eternity.  Our military is guilty and libelous.  It was not best for anyone or anything involved, but I have paid quietly for the sins you all heap on me.  It is time for groups to come together and admit that they do not have sanity and only by me being free can I keep you from the disease.  Judge me, and you tell the truths of YOURSELF, not me.  I am a perfect mirror, in an innocent and healthy form, and it IS Grand Plan and WORLD military.  Time to feel shame is drawing near and you will all be dripping in that and fear soon enough.  Maybe we are creating our own Tower of Babel, General.  Just ask the hurricane survivors how they feel today.

Do You See What I See?

My computer is very slow in updating today, but I was patient and I am now in the weeds looking up from the pussy willows.  Sharks are in the waters off Oahu, but I claim myself a being of Midwestern origins at this time.  The exhaustion from a disrupted night of sleep has now melded with the wallpaper.  I can be part of many stories simultaneously.  Indiana held the night, and now the day is cradled in even the farmlands of Minnesota.  I speak with my mind and find the time to testify for even a pair of theologians who cross my path.  I am best just being me at this time.  Sunshine makes me blind, and laws are not kind in the mind of miscreants and thieves.  I just rock to the melody of a virgin nightingale at midnight.  Crows call the moon and eagles fly free around this traveling minstrel.  Complications are afoot, but I make it all plain English and muster the flame to create a butterfly from a glass of water, not a chrysalis.  These beings of animal and insect community are the fauna who dwell in the flora.  Start to see the analogies and the three men on the hill will be shepards, not wise men.  One is deceit, bringing a worthless Mir in hand.  One is confusion as a living prophet.  He bears frankincense for a foreign authority.  The third is a channel for two who work as an FBI crime fighting team in this here and now.  THEY are the beauty and the elite, carrying the precious gold.  I offer you the CHALICE and move you on the game board of Starbucks Corporation around me.  Christ will now offer the challenges to mind and morality that you three cannot see.  It is all reality and now the Mr. Smith spirituality can be seen and protected in the mind's eye producing a religious tree that is NOT an analogy.

Line Deputy Note

Hello.  Have I left an imprint since I set foot on this muddy rock in The 70's?  Maybe it is best to be complete behind the scenes.  A shower curtain shield is better than nothing at all.  My love and heart goes out to my Line Deputy in Marion County.  He is never far from my thoughts and I pray we will reunite on a sunny day that has cooled into sunset.  Indianapolis is fine with me.  The diamond encrusted jewel is always you.  Doctors, of late, have kept me company and acted as muses and spiritual discovery boards, but your hands are always the ones that I yearn to feel in the cool chambers of Marion County.  One day we will see, and for now, I will create with what is here.  It moves me closer to you.  There are elites that I have not seen for a long time and I miss their inner angst and chaotic upbringings.  Perfection is the goal, and they will all be more than okay.  I have FAITH, and justice is now grabbing the military key as I write this for you.  One day, I hope to be united with my uncle, John Mayer.  He is the AIRMAN who was the only TOP GUN for the Air Force, but now Navy.  Airman is your key, John.  You are now CIA.  I trust your boundaries around delicate matters in my life and journey.  I name you my final CIA Admin, but I also make you AGENT to handle your foes in industry, here and overseas.  I always liked talking to you, I just never knew so many details about you.  Maybe YOU took out one of those "hot shot" marines stopping on my and my brother's sandcastle on Waikiki and broke his jaw very directly.  It was THEN that Peter knew he wanted to go into ORAL SURGERY.  I brought you your hidden meals on the aircraft carrier you were confined to in Pearl Harbor for the rest of your visit.  I stressed, carrots, always carrots.  The eyes are so important, thus giving you an imagery gift for sight that you can even use tonight.  Line Deputy, look into him, please, ASAP.  I want HIM and only him for military representation and family in one (there is just too much entanglement with others in this case) there at our courtroom wedding being united by Judge Collins when we come to the end and have all the keys.  Kiss kiss, hug hug (XXOO).  Jennifer

When It All Rings True

I realize that I am me.  Being royal has its certain fragility.  Many royals are powerful, mystically, but schizophrenic early in age, but not Prince Harry.  He is stressed about another royal child, so publicly.  It is no longer your responsibility, Harry.  If she is born with Downs Syndrome, Kate will have to care for her, personally, and will be more cruel and Downs every day.  Military matters are yours and The Line Deputy of Marion County, IN, will back you up infinity.  It is time for royals who are not on TV to stand up and declare Martial law.  All systems are collapsing and there will be no order soon enough.  Today I touch the stone that is Friday Harbor, WA.  I had a significant relationship there who was a fugue relationship.  His name was Mark and he was part of my Marine Biology year abroad.  We went on one public date that he paid for because I won a political bet.  I did not know that he was the Republican evermore governor's son in WA based on royal ties and the international dangers and threats of Democrats.  We had so much fun rowing back and forth to town and eating a fine dining meal.  He became a little paranoid after that and came to know later to know that it was my royal story that they were after.  We made love six times in the privacy of my single dorm suite.  He then watched in the Royal papers as my mother and I journeyed up to Victoria, via ferry, to The Empress Hotel, for High Tea, for my 22 royal golden birthday.  They were all there, even lady Di, but I left the seeing in print to my mother.  I would never let them outcast me.  I would let commoner populations do it all on their own.  Today I stood up and said, "No more."  I will hear from you when it is time, Mark.  We need to just make sure that all penitentiary is insured for the women and professors of that year abroad.  He was one of three FBI male students on that schooling abroad.  The island of Jamaica may never be alive again.  I gave as much as I could by finding a fresh spring by the mangroves on our marine base at Discovery Bay.  They have all had fresh water that tastes heavenly since then.  I also made sure that the dive masters pushing their tables were air lifted, by U.S. Army helicopter, to the boat launch, were put in the only decompressure chamber in the area as far as South America, and treated properly.  I listened to their screams and felt their pain.  Mark, it is time for me to have peace.  Stay away from The United Nations, but hook up with The British royal Navy who can then put you in line to talk to Vladimir Putin through the Russian Royal Navy.  Good luck and God speed.

A Call From Sophia Loren

The tie that is surfacing today is that of Sophia Loren.  She was a lover of my biological father (known to me as my grandfather), World General George Mayer.  After WWII ended, and all other Nazi's were finally safe in Argentina, he went to Italy, Rome, more specifically, for a holiday.  He was smitten by this kitten and a three week whirlwind romance did commence.  My grandmother did not find out.  Both my grandmother and Sophia are evermores who survive it all and carry true history to all mystical communities after that.  She actually had surgery to look older and to blend in.  She now appears to be reverse aging.  They read books together, ate in small cafes, and she gave him the cover to just be lover.  She gave him her bicycle to remember her by, and he used it in my U.S. Marine training when I was 7 (in 1977).  He made the phrase running up hill, both ways, the truth, as he peddled as fast as he could on this bike that he altered to a 10 speed.  The whole time he thought of Sophia sewing to alter her tops properly to fit her elite form.  She was a farm girl, actually, and so many starlets beat her, very physically, as a baby.  She kept her bone structure and feet by just hunkering down and letting the blows hit flesh and bone, very directly.  In my training, I got so rage, that I threw George a mile away, off his bike that went missing, with internally combusted telekinesis.  Maybe Sophia helped me with that.  They did not maintain contact because they both were dealing with world affairs and did not want to be brought up on world treason charges.  Sophia guards the trust that insures Vatican funding, especially for their art collection.  He went on to form and head The Agency that became The CIA.  He stayed in The U.S., except for trips with me as a baby, as a the highest four star general ever for The U.S. Army, underneath.  He had a very loving relationship with his wife for many long years.  She was not so lucky, but now is her time to be.  The Vatican will be moved and she can direct whatever types of films she wishes, with unlimited funding from International Shriner Community, on whatever day.  She will head Italy, underneath, and finally purge the population of Jews like those starlets and L.A. industry, so that she stays beautiful and disease free.  She has a daughter in law in the industry who started on "Dawson's Creek."  It is time to go after ALL of them today for Sophia, DAUGHTER.  We want to have artistic freedoms and mystical men in our future.  I make you BOTH part of my academic and lineage sorority today, The Daughters of the Revolution.   Sophia was born the child of a priest who bought a farm and beat her every day.  In Italy, that is SUPREME royalty.  George will appear to YOU only, Sophia, like in WWII.  He is the last of the Nazi vampirics.