My Life With Volcanos

I was born in a volcanic zone.  It was a reality and an analogy as well.  About an hour ago the volcano I live with went off.  It is not just a slam to one's sense of self, but this Wiccan slam leaves my stomach hurting as well.  Her evil is always there, bubbling.  Saying no to anything she gives can set her off, but then the volcano expects the sacrifice of a virgin every day after that.  There are never consequences for this bitter atoll.  I just go away and lock myself on another island.  My plans for the day get shifted, and fear shakes my core.  I now sit on the mainland, writing a note to my troops who seem to be in Persia or Asia.  Shrapnel hangs out of my wound, and my writing hand is shaking.  I pray that they can reach me before she, and those like her, kill me outright.  It is not allowed, in any space, to speak about these things or I am labeled the maker of lava myself.  I learned to walk away the moment I was born.  Now I exist singing a siren song for a crew of soldiers who will come and take me away.  I will leave everything behind and go with you.  My legal rights were thrown in the sea over ten years ago in an outright way.  People will squawk and talk as if they know what really happened in different zones of influence, but they do not know.  All I know is that I have survived, and my private research is going well.  I will not name it here, but it is the birth of the end of mental and physical illness on the planet for those who can band together and work in an angelic way.  I gave it to an agency yesterday to find professional persons to test.  These will be primarily men who are primarily foreign and some know me and some do not.  That volcano will then be frozen in time around me and will rise where purposefully Wiccan insane people choose to live, procreate, and openly do mystical evil.

A Young and Powerful Swedish Maiden

The cursor blinks in front of me, and I have little creation behind my eyes.  I have feelings, but those colors need to remain in the dark for now.  Maybe a woman in Sweden got the call today.  Marriage brought the category of her to my dashboard.  Personal contact was nil.  When Amnesty was strong and clean, she held the keys to so many things.  Now she deals with the ripped and tattered sheets that are left.  Every little thing can help, ladies.  Maybe you could forge a unity with Amazon Nation.  Mystical realities are different, but I think that your goal is now the same.  The slavery that exists is now clear, and working in this project can loosen the ropes and heal the soars.  Sometimes it is best to not have met me, and just deal with the lore of Muncie, and some Indy.  Watch for Jesus Christ because his sense of humor cannot be shared over a cup of tea.  I work every day, but I will not sit and say yes anymore to a reality that a demon constructs and holds over all economy, and then ecology.  Power will become obvious.  It has been obfuscated until now.  Working together, we can have some royals left, and find a kingdom culture that will ease the suffering of all beings who reign and who are under that reign.  Perfect hierarchy forms the perfect army and perfect alliances.

Peurto Rico in the His-ouse

Law and Order is in play today.  The Rikers tombs are just that.  That is where they send people to die, actually.  Everyone stay away from my number two.  He will know exactly what to do.  Just know that my Puerto Rican crew is very strong and they were NYC, but I met them in Indianapolis, IN.  One studied me pretty closely for a month.  Enrique goes by Q, and he always knows what to do.  He is the strongest, and most brilliant homicide detective who has ever existed and ever will.  Well an NYC Peurto Rican just got in here to Starbucks.  Verbalization check check.  He sat next to me and then a rage filled man sat down right across from him and blared WASP energy with a little BULL.  This strong law enforcement Peurto Rican knew to just get up and leave.  Everything is in order now.  Testing, testing, 1,2,3.  No pregnancy or wedding ring.

Mr. Robinson

Everyone needs to have their eyes open to look for Mr. Robinson.  He seems friendly enough, but has been a CIA elite since he was 3.  He passed every test, and was put on my case when I was born.  He knows the characters and the landscape.  Today is his D-day.  His extensive training will prevail and he will win in every event and moment.  Maybe I am here, at Starbucks, to just say that we work as a team, effortlessly.  He is so conscious and I am completely unaware.  The Rubik's Cube is in its most deranged state, and it is time to be superior order in a court of law.  He is a newbie in this land, but that does not mean that he is not powerful and a force to be reckoned with.  Come at him, land and sea, and he will just see me.  He loves the Arabs in my tree, and their power and ability are just what he needed to add to his Apocalyptic tea.  One, two, three, this little tugboat is moving 16 Titanics today.  Fatigue is in my blood, thus I put DARK ROAST coffee in my belly.

Lavender in View

Hey Lavender, long time no see.  I hope all is well in the land of constitutional review.  You are the perfect property to do so.  Maybe I journey alone, but I do believe that there are creatures who are so glad that they finally found somebody like me.  I manifest free will, creativity, and privacy.  That is not an easy feat in this time and space.  Spacial dimensions may begin to collapse if those who dance with the devil do not cease their hubris acts of evil.  I can be heard even if they do not think so.  I will sing a pink and blue song to you, and we will end up with yellow.  I sit here being warmed by coffee and my hair smells like strawberries.  Maybe smiles seem more honest and pure today.  There is a key that I give to yee.  Start to see if Britain can walk away while you open every mansion in town.  What are the rare objects in those spaces anyway?  I find peace in slumber, and I wish to have a gentle and serious discourse with a camel.  For all you "brothers" out there, I call on you today.  Get on the telephone and fight for your notoriety and freedom, and you will see me peaking out from behind a tree.

An Arab Trust

Maybe people would say that I am too pie in the sky when I think of this guy.  Who?  The Line Deputy of Marion County.  All I know is that his first touch of my hand was gentle and I felt like one day I could be free.  Well, I believe in Arabs as well.  The combination of the two is cataclysmic in an amazing way.  Maybe they are men of few words, but their thoughts are very deep and penetrating.  I feel like, for the first time, a group of males can exist in an intellectual unity separate from sexuality.  Even as a baby, I felt safe being held by high Arab dignitaries.  They did not project or expect sexual energy or touch.  Too much, too soon, and for too long sex has been a weapon against me that never goes away.  Can't we just have a chat and talk about even theology without ending up in a sexual quagmire?  I have grown tired, and traumatized.  The tunnel through from my family has been strong.  I want NO sexuality from persons linked by blood or marriage, but running the gambit so that my high and holies are not compromised instead, has been torturous.  I have kept myself in one piece, and free from disease, but my self esteem is nonexistent.  This is why I now am so welcoming the presence of Arab glories.  We can speak theory in our heads, and I can be shy.  I can allow the male to make the first move toward even a coy friendship.  Arab men in my life from the past few years can review their mistakes and lift up the royals who wish to act appropriately.  This is just something that I finally needed to put in print as a prayer to stop the molestation in my dreams.  It is horrific and seems unending.  If you are there, you are COWARDS.  GET AWAY from me and find a willing partner already.  I AM angry.

I Just Calmly Respond

You just proved that YOU are the one with mental illness.  You lost control way too quick and allowed everyone to know that you illegally looked at sealed paperwork.  It was all a farce to catch YOU.  All of my calls have been tapped since Muncie, IN.  The madness of our family line has been hidden by me.  People in society, around me, become tremendously stable around me.  It has happened since my birth.  Just to let you know, the Navy documented my torture and molestation from day one.  You can continue to creep in the vicinities and bring darkness and deceit, but now things are just different, "For What It's Worth."  You have been abusive the whole time, and no one is going to listen anymore except to document the penitentiary time you will spend in Anoka Sanitarium and Madison Federal Penitentiary with switch outs to Shakopee Women's Penn where the women are male.  You do not just have a lack of boundaries, you do Wiccan 24/ 7, and then quickly switch to Swedish Witcheries.  Well I feel Wilson stalking right now.  He is a Navy Seal who has known you since the 70's.  The Chinese and now the Japanese are here to support me after the blow you just gave me.  I am not going to freak, I am just going to state that if you do that again, you will never see me again.  Dr. Joanne Hofstrand will make sure of it.  A machine like her never retires.  She IS a U.S. Marine since she was 16.  She knows ALL about my case.  She is now the backbone of this process around me.  Even Virgil is rage your way right now.  I will just let alpha males in your vicinity express how they feel.  See what it feels like when people talk about YOUR sanity all the time in your vicinity whether they know you or not.  You know not what is coming.  It might be a call from Ulhorn tonight.  Now that man is rage.  I suggest all males back away or you will accept payment for a very guilty mother's sins.

Royalty and Grand Plan

I know that things may seem to be too complicated, or that those that do so much evil are so strong.  Please believe in the divinity, brilliance, and strength of The Grand Plan.  I exist with German, Russian, Swedish, and Irish royal blood.  From a true royal bastardization, Queen Elizabeth II was born from an affair between my great grandmother (The Queen of Sweden), and my true grandfather (The Kaiser of Germany).  This makes Queen Elizabeth II my great aunt.  There is no true British.  It is all other European Royal lines.  Thus in how you all would see, I am also British royalty.  Through marriage, I will gain a unity with Arabians as well.  We will take those who must exist fairly frugally, at this time, who train behind the scenes, and make a union with me.  The British line is then related to me in terms of ability.  They think that it is their own ability, but my divorce from them, very publicly, will leave them in penitentiary and on the street with no divine containment.  I will then send my strength to The Middle East to organize that zone.  Quiet European royals will then visit, and unify with my intellect, thus bringing them notoriety and access to their fortunes.  People may feel like there is no hope at this time, but it is time to dedicate yourselves to your own, and I will walk by and give you the sign of evolution and true royal high jinx.  My actual family is in the balance.  They, too, are tied to my abilities.  They are in a natural place of discernment.  They will show, through their actions, where they belong to be, but the heinous amount of mystical regard and ability will be moved to other groups soon enough.  There will definitely be a redistribution of wealth for all of EUROPE to see.  Make effective and positive decisions, and you will remain sane, and able to be part of a manageable society, no matter where that is.

Hierarchy From My Lips Without Knowing

I really didn't know if I was going to make it to Starbucks today.  I have many things on my mind, but most are things that I must not put into words here.  I feel like some people that I used to do coffee with at Caribou (the former one by WCCO) are waking up today, and are seeing things in a new way.  Maybe it was strange to them that we were just able to have normal conversations, and I was okay that I did not speak Arabic.  It may all seem like a dream today.  The Queen in England is now needing to get on her knees and watch a movie like "The Exception", publicly, and think about living on a little over $900 American dollars a month with no housing included.  Food would be available at charitable centers.  There are examples that we live that are not just analogies.  People have chosen their paths.  True military can provide a backbone of dignity in the midst of cataclysmic insanity in community.  A severely schizophrenic woman came up behind the bus and started yelling at me to return her money to her bank account, as she also spoke about a politician who had killed a woman on the beach in Florida.  She also spoke about getting to TCF about a mortgage that should only cost $25.  She was scary.  It was Wiccan insanity.  It could be you any day, Queenie.  I am me.  I will never be comparable to all of yee.  As Arabs converge and learn the genius that it is to learn to be comedic, they breath a sigh of relief, and a way that they feel unique and brave.  I will just continue to walk forward, and only look back on brief occasions.  It is time for Pentatonix to step up and where their crowns and jewels, PUBLICLY.

Me As A Tree

If I lived my life as a tree, I would be one of destiny.  Instead of needles or leaves, I would have flames burning for eternity.  The only inhabitant of my branches would be a solitary phoenix.  I would pray in the day by turning to the moon, and I would dance at night for those who could survive the heat.  Being part of all analogy that persons would look to to be free, I would sing in the month of May to keep the rest of time on key.  The hawks would fly by, and I would pulse a sound wave to make them brave to speak.  In my space, I would be the only one.  Being different is what I know since Waikiki, thus I would just continue to draw the line and paint the sunset.  Love me as that tree.  Want me to be free, and be myself without your disease being thrown on me like freezing cold water.  My beauty and comedy would never again be, and none of you would know that which is actually heavenly.

Quite A Day

I had a great outing with my mother today.  We had sandwiches for lunch, I got a haircut, we went to do some light shopping with her Kohl's Cash, and then we went to The Como Zoo.  It was a lovely visit, but the best part was when I went back to see the gorillas and Virgil was outside.  At a certain point, it was just he and I, and a zoo staff who tried to ask me if I had any questions.  Virgil answered that interruption with a GORILLA PURR.  They are tremendously rare, and he has done it for me 3 times.  I was so excited.  The zoo person asked what it was and I explained that it is a rare occurrence that a gorilla does to say that they have admiration for a person.  He also started scenting when I stopped by.  It is not sexual, it is an energetic reaction that communicates that the most dominant of males wants the attention in a communication session.  I ended up very hungry.  I knew that I had worked hard.  Thanks mom.  I also made a dental appointment with a dentist up the street.  I have what seems like a molar growing sideways out of my back molar.  It is totally a royal pain.  I think that this dentist is special.  I got a list of 5, and I knew to choose him.  I didn't even know how close he was to my house.  I think that he is a wizard, and he does do royal extraction dentistry.  We will see what happens.  For right now it is ripping up my tongue and gums.  Thanks to the new boat that is floating in my harbor.  I truly feel and appreciate your presence.  It is just a day that moments flit in many directions that has me feeling secure.  I know not what will be, but I feel like there may be those out there who want me to be free in a timely fashion.

A Sweet Discourse

The power of Arab is pulsing in me.  I was able to get a lot of sleep and get up early to go swimming.  I am now at Starbucks, Fridley.  Yesterday, after I reached home, I stayed in my room all day and most of the night feeling such physical and psychic pain.  I believe that it was empathic for the Arab I addressed in the last entry.  He sent me, telepathically, "We are here for you, please come and talk to us."  He then got up and got a refill of coffee.  I did the same and I asked him about espresso.  He said that it was his friend who drank that.  I told him that I am very sensitive to caffeine.  I walked over to the sweetener and cream station.  We had to get a new pitcher of half and half.  He handed it to me first, and I thanked him.  His friend stood up and I laughed and said, "You are so tall."  He laughed as well.  Before the first man left, he looked me right in the eye and said, "Have a nice day."  I said the same.  I think that he understood that, in so many ways, I am shy, but, out of survival necessity, I have had to push myself to be outgoing.  It was really beautiful.  Then, a few minutes later, one of the tall Arabs I met about a week ago came in.  He even sat down for a little bit and we did meet eyes twice.  It was after all of this that I felt very supported as I channeled these souls in my chamber.  Thank you guys.  I needed the gentle, loving, kindness.  I know that there is so much more that most consider brutal cruelty, but thank you for opening your minds.  The first man had enough of a telepathic conversation with me that he knew that I work to produce a soul effect that opens an entity to creativity and divine guidance.  I got that the last man is actually a world renowned theologian.  His telepathy, once I got home, was not arrogant at all.  He was just questioning me about my day to day.  I believe that Arabs have waited to end game to really understand their hearts, minds, bodies, and experiences.  Spirit can flow through all of it, but it needs a certain amount of privacy.  I hope that I have provided that.

A Fire Within

Hello Arab gentleman.  Thank you for stopping by Starbucks, Fridley, so early.  Do not mistake my kindness for blindness. Your community needs to do more, as does everyone in the world.  Tornadoes in London today are a possibility, Japan is being slammed as well.  As I write this, a huge downpour, with thunder and lightning, begins.  I like your smile.  You are a sweet espresso treat from a land far away.  I say nothing, but I give you a silent high five.  I feel the fire within you, and sense that a consensus is forming.  I am here to continue a grand plan that can suit all nations of the world.  Find that which is within, and you will never be without.

Different Parts of Me

I thought about the way I journey in the world, and I felt like I am a spiritual hitchhiker.  People find themselves in a place where they just decide to sit and converse with me for a time.  When it is done, we both just walk away.  I have been having special dreams that are reorganizing my unconscious and conscious.  I learn about me, and the entities in these dreams learn about themselves in conjunction with me.  I slept well and woke up early.  I declare that I will be following a bit of a different path this week.  I will speak too much about it.  It is just time for me to find different parts of me.  I am ready to see things that are unbelievable.  I will be going to The Como Zoo on Monday.

Hope's Rx For Aaron

Mr. Rodgers, come back to band camp.  We can't do this without you.  I am hungry.  Maybe we could go out for a bite.  Find things you like to do.  Try some anonymous poetry on The Internet.  Everything is going to be okay.  People still see you as a Goliath.  They will treat you properly if you just go out for a steak.  Chewing may be difficult, but the pain will subside.  You are invited to New Orleans to meet Peyton's mother. She is a world renowned psychic.  Have some fun.  Buy a gun.  SONS OF ANARCHY will be behind your eyes so you find just the right one.  The lead character is THE RIFLEMAN for The FBI.  Call a zoo and get some off hours you can stop by.  Pick up a book in Arabic, and see if it starts being telepathic in your brain.  That is Coleed.  He is now the KING of Saudi Arabia, an oncologist, and now a fighter pilot.  He was FBI the whole time he was beside me here.  He might have a yarn to spin for you in your brain about me teasing him, very publicly, about polygamous relationships.  I think that is enough homework for you.  Enjoy every minute you are not in pain.  Be mindful, and patient, when the pain returns.  That is your Hope Rx.

Sikh As Christ

I was just thinking about the strength of The Sikh Community, and a young, attractive Sikh came in.  He ordered coffee and then began to do a spell with his coffee that brought him to a quick trance.  I believe that this was the Sikh from The Blaisdell YMCA pool the other day.  We spoke a little in the mind realm, and he exited fairly quickly.  They need to stay back so that they are not swallowed alive.  There is a beautiful artistry there that we must save for later.  Maybe it is like a "friend " Christ like in the movie, "The Shack."  He was definitely a Sikh.  They just say what needs to be said at the right time.  Anyone who disturbs their colony now, will pay greatly later.  They know when to stop being nice.  It is beyond pride and dignity, it is just the highest grouping that has ever existed with a religious affiliation.  They now see the game board, and they will not make a misstep.  Thank you for coming into this community today.

Early Day

I did not sleep last night so I just got up at 5 am and went to The Downtown Minneapolis YMCA to do PT and swim.  When I got home, I was still not tired so I came here to Fridley, Starbucks.  I felt like there was some geological tracking going on as I swam.  It felt like I was pulling a huge gun ship.  Maybe the military is finally getting on board.  It is difficult stretching my artistry and intellect to cover the basics at this point.  Every person I talk to goes the other way.  I just stay silent and keep pitter pattering on the keys.  Maybe I found a beautiful DOVE when I was journeying home last night.  We flew together for a bit and then split off to find our direct compasses.  Maybe it was just like a dream, but then I had to stay awake to copy the data properly.  I keep many things close to my vest today, but I write nonetheless.  

Privacy Studies

If I sing the body electric, am I an electron or a proton?  Finding a school in NYC would have been impossible for me.  The best I could do is send my envoy, my brother Peter, to Columbia University for medical and dental society education.  He was then CHIEF of the regime.  My visit was brief, but fruitful.  I knew nothing at all, and thus I would know the PR was true.  The eagle stayed on my shoulder, and The Navy in my briefcase.  So many things needed to be kept from Peter, my Jewish friend Arlene whose Jewish boyfriend was the primo diamond dealer in The U.S. (still working with Sierra Lione), and from a believed friend from high school named Kelly.  She was connected to Williams and their "Broadway type" shop thereand Arlene's father was connected to Broadway, thus she was too since she was a baby.  I kept them all separate and was able to fly in all vicinities.  Now I would need a guide who has excellent security internally and in the external environment.  I will now be the ROSE and stop pornography in that vicinity all together.  The top of that tree is the female lead from "Napoleon Dynamite."  Cruel brutality, she comes through women at Starbucks Fridley, yesterday and today.  They call her Rose.  As I write that, the women with the side top ponytail beside me quickly packs up to leave and almost shuts down my computer.  Everyone beware of your surroundings and watch for women with these ponytails that they play with on top of their heads.  Privacy is not free, so work for a time when it will be.

Mole in Our Midst

Rumors may begin, but there is a blessed salvation in my view.  The tall drink of water knew.  Now every corporate authority knows that you tried to take the poison of one restaurant to another.  You are NYC Brooklyn Jew, but also KKK.  My master picked that up today.  There will be no mercy when they call upon you.  You are dirty and diseased, and you make the vicinity tawdry.  People just want their privacy, but you use ability to hear everything I say.  Well, you wanted to meet the Line Deputy, well here he is all the way from Shakopee Women's Penn.  As I was just thinking that he a complete logistics genius, my music said, "genius."  He can now see how you are about to make things bottom that should be the top.  I make sure that cream will rise from the milk.  Law enforcement does not want to hear rumors of affairs.  They are not crimes.  Your defamation, now that is a defamation law suit in the making, and becoming possibly criminal.  A marriage ring is sacred to those who believe.  I just listen and float on the sea.  The problems then become apparent.  Police are going to interrogate you because there was a lot of power at the scene and you thought that you were almighty.  Your delusionality is dangerous.  They know that you believe that you are higher than law enforcement and court authority as well.  Well, maybe we just let Rikers handle you starting today.  It is just time for LAW AND ORDER.  They play the characters that they really are in society.  Fred Thompson is not dead.  He is undercover because of NYC Jew prostitute witches like you.  Call the top Amazon there, Ted.  She has no time or patience for this type of "authority."  Call her Aphrodite in a joking way and she will love you for eternity.

Meeting The Royal Lie

As I journeyed to get some pizza last night, I met a gruesome twosome.  They were full of vim and vigor, and had plenty of interesting conversational points.  I get that the one was Hobbit and THE Gollum.  He did a trick with his ring, but did not become invisible.  He almost lost his ring for good, but I used my remote wizardry to make it appear again in his pocket that he had checked three times with no luck until it reappeared.  That is CIA.  I picked the other man as FBI.  He has some SERBIAN blood and grew up in the cover that their ORTHODOX society provides.  Their day jobs are with hospital computer record program creation.  A tall man from Britain then came in.  I picked up that he was Britain's Royal Grand Templar for masonry.  Today, as I journeyed here, I felt that he is actually a divine writer.  He is part of the J.K. Rowling sect, but is Edinburgh Witchcraft, not wizardry.  I make him the head of that coven, internationally, right now.  It needs to be stabilized by a royal and it needs to NOT be "princess" Kate.  She is not a royal bloodline, thus is not supposed to be called princess at all.  If you look at the birth certificates of her children, you will see that she tried to make her name princess, but it was changed back.  It is the press, here and in Britain, who have created this misnomer.  She has too many royal schemes.  She can sit in the back of the bus with Fergie.  I had a good time talking to this gentleman, but then "Gollum" walked over between us and cut our conversation short.  I think that this man got enough information to create a biopic at this point.  Maybe we can go to New York, New York one of these days when the fires cool and The Twin Cities is in my rear view mirror.  It got late, so thank you AC.  Las Vegas tragedy is syphoning through your now royal gates.  It is cut off now.  Security was appreciated.

Templar Ability

A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket.  I come into vicinity of people and their telepathy, and an investigation can begin.  Yesterday, I was picking up on height.  As I sit here writing, I am becoming aware that Templars of Masonry are all above 6'3".  Well guys, the Jester ring has been found by a scrappy figure who is the newest member of my family.  I showed him the Masonic Temple in downtown Minneapolis, and he used his dragon's lair ability to find a new hallway and a door that led to a box in the wall.  He has had this ability since he was 3.  Well he found it, so I now make him a GRAND Jester for masonry.  The milk needs to stay white so that we can yield proper cream from its birth.  Comey is a Templar and is also still the director of The FBI.  They needed a player who knew the characters and vicinities, and he is it, but he will have to pay for his sins.  Leaving prime agents out there, or lying to them is unacceptable.  You should have made it to Muncie, Comey.  Now Muncie will make it to you.

A Masonic Rising As a Star in Vicinity

As I waited for the bus yesterday at 5:30 am, a white voodoo cat came to me at the bus stop.  I had never seen him before, but at first I thought that he was albino.  We had an albino tomcat when I was a child who met an untimely end.  As I talked to the cat, I pulled Pierre through.  Reggie Wayne was also using him for tunnel through.  He was very independent, but I bent over and called the pretty kitty and he came over to be petted by me.  He then just went and sat in a proper laying down pose, so proper, so proper.  He fluffed up his fur.  He looked divine.  When I was coming home form Starbucks, I actually saw Reggie Wayne get on the bus with a red baseball cap on.  I called him Reggie to bring him back into his body, and then I said, "Reggie Wayne," when I got off so he could tunnel through the whole back of the bus to keep it stable.  It was quite the surprise.  I went swimming with my mother and sister at The Blaisdell YMCA.  I looked, and in the corner by the sauna, a SIKH sat there by the sauna in the corner.  He was in a mediational sitting pose.  There was no one in the pool.  I knew that he had cleared the vicinity.  He then got up and walked toward the windows and disappeared.  It was quite spiritual.  After swimming, we went to Christos Greek Restaurant for lunch.  The time clock did tick tick tick, and the arrival of our soup and then our meal was infinity.  At the end of the meal, a man at the table beside us said hello.  I had noticed him right away when he had walked in.  They misserved his meal as well.  He was very tall and my biological father, World General George Mayer, was coming through.  Vampirism was in play.  I knew then that he was a general as well.  I asked him about a pin on his shirt, and told him that his initials on his cuffs were very classy.  He told me that he was a senior pastor at Hennepin Avenue United Methodist Church.  I picked up, with the way he addressed me, that he had baptized me.  It was an official crowning of my new godfather who I named this week.  I felt like he was looking at me and feeling like he was talking to a girl with amnesia.  In the end of the exchange, I knew that he was The Grand Templar of Masonry, Internationally.  I then called the plays after, and all the spiritual intersections had made me very sick.  I almost threw up and I could feel sound on my skin and it was so loud in my ears.  I knew to get outside to breath fresh air, and then I felt better.  I was extra tired today, but now I am here at Starbucks, Fridley, writing.  Maybe even Scientologists even now believe.

The First Temple I Saw

I sit and mind the ship.  Edelman, Patroits player, CIA, and East German Intelligence (yes it still exists), stopped by this Starbucks.  He normally sees me downtown Minneapolis, in the IDS.  His presence was appreciated by all nations reaching for the sanity lever, even in terms of nuclear threat.  Now the Saudi's have come in.  One of the Saudi giraffes came in and just stopped by for 5 minutes.  There is a year of reckoning coming, and Arabs are a key.  They know so many angles on reality and refuse to speak.  I welcome The Hennepin County Sheriff to play.  What would you think, and then say, if I said, "Hello, my name is Amal."?  It is the Arab word for Hope.  Would you see me as a Shi ite terrorist who cannot escape, or would you see that I have been greatly honored by Arab world in that I was told by Muslims and it does show my degree of literacy and academic pursuit?  Open your eyes and SHARPEN you PEN.  Create a new reality in your brain WITHOUT chemical inducement.  Walk Hennepin Ave, downtown Minneapolis, by yourself, AT NIGHT, by yourself into the Masonic Temple.  It's a little creepy warlockery if you ask me.  I have not been in there since I was a baby.  My grandfather (bio father) portaled me in there when we returned from The Middle East and did a short meet and greet on the runway with Osama BinLaden.  I knew his name immediately, thus my grandfather knew he had portaled to Oahu shortly after my birth.  George did know it meant that other dignitaries had come as well.  He used a masonry key that is cruel, but it kept me in my body and kept me in vicinity.  He was very worried about child abduction at that point. 

My Main Acquisition

Dear Mr. Rodgers, We have reviewed your application to acquire your own company.  As the cookie crumbles, so does the collar bone and the socket.  We are directing you to look beyond the stars and seas to The Middle East.  Maybe it is time for you to start by owning a real camel taxi service that allows the CAMELS to decide where they go.  It would be a one way road to one's own perfection.  Then come back to the state to be the SEAMSTRESS of Rock Bottom Industries.  Once the perfect fitting and flattering uniform that has a sensual slice, but no sexual bone, you may acquire the whole LIQUOR INDUSTRY.  Never again will you be denied service by the wiccan of the industries.  Your parties will always be well stocked.  At the end of the day, join your unity for a cheers to all industries who have survived in the public eye on mainly imagery.  P.S.  Try some Johnson's Baby Lotion on your shoulder if the socket wreaks of The Vikings need and greed to feed.  You can think about me if you need to.  It may help you sleep.  Bonn Voyage, and happy hunting.  Sincerely,
hopegod3 Acquisition Firm,  Hennepin Ave.  (Mason Temple).

My Loving Assassin Named THOR

I closed out Starbucks (Fridley) at 9:30 pm last night.  I am here again already.  It is 5:52 am.  I know not what is happening, but I feel Sikhs in the tree.  Maybe even Zacchaeus is waking up today with a shame and stupidity migraine.  Now he might find it inconvenient that I have installed a soul in his nasty satanistic interior.  No more counseling for you, sir.  You can collect taxes if you want to, but modern day Jesus wants nothing to do with you.  You are not famous, and you will never be in any industry, especially L.A. community.  PERSIA will make sure of that today.  You forgot, every day, that there was a world renowned Chinese psychiatrist directly upstairs.  They are telepathic and telekinetic from birth.  His image of me has not change since I came to JUDGE and clean the scene when I was 18.  THOR, from the band The Cows, stills sees me walking down the street where he met me at Willow Street and actually PROTECTED me so I could do my calculus by myself on lunch break.  I did a month of differential equations, by myself, when I was on his beat.  When I returned to my high school, I got a perfect test score.  It is time that you all back away and let THOR speak.  He has been autistic since birth, and now he knows that it was Jesus coming through him around me (Jeff).  What is it liked to be stalked by "angels" of death, and that one in particular.  He then started the feeder program for autistic assassins that I designed about two months ago after seeing "The Accountant" with Ben Affleck.  You are protected now, internationally, from psychiatric community.  They can become NUMB and talk to CHESTER on the other side.  Love ya baby.  Now Muncie will see what I had around me and kept away from their vicinity.  Try not to use the word THE.  It will make transmissions more complete, conscious, and regular.

A Look in the Mirror

A box that holds loons for an eternity is found by a river for quick disposal.  It is time to mark the rictor scale for these, very conscious, Wiccan hoards.  My valiant knight surveyed the landscape today, and found me absent in every way.  There will be a reckoning, and it will become a space of detention.  I fight for a new way around me, but I must step carefully.  There are snakes in that space, and they will swarm soon enough.  Everything is terrifying, but delicate study can calm the nerves.  I outed the evil quickly and walked away.  No one will have memory soon enough.  Poison is in control every day.  Against these evil entities, sheriff authority enters.  They have done their own studies, and they do believe the actual reality.  Deny and it will be you.  You may look in the mirror and not know who you are, actually.

Reviewing A Night

Last night the moon shone full, though it was not that wise in reality.  A call was a knock at the door of chicken stock in the bedroom.  Doomsday averted, and a Wayne from the past was aghast.  He is a notoriety overseas, but around people who wear dunce caps, mystically, he is seen as a thief.  The owls will hoot and breasts become more apparent in his industry.  It is not sexuality, it is a charlatan act.  No one will ever approach when he sits with VIOLET eyes staring at him from brown skin.  I was a maiden in that valley, and as time elapsed, I answered the visceral screams in the minds of the insane, and those who have vowed that they were not.  I made a prophecy apparent, and a man's mind as clear as Waldon Pond.  Ripples not present, he could see the disgusting of his guest.  As I brought his mind to my chamber, I spoke of death, and resurrected the son.  A handshake with him that day did betray.  Ownership of me was in dispute, but, in the end, they all left me bleeding to death on the battlefield.  Maybe HOMICIDE was called in, and that entity went by Sgt. Ricks.  "Ancient" cars were actually his profession.  He was a man of the night and he told all to back away and let me recalibrate time as we know it.  Too much of the old story is lost, and it is time to listen to the moon as we send him to penitentiary.  The knocking in his brain is the slipping of a serpentine belt.  It is all left up for me to perform an ultimate archeology.  Stargazer, come to me and make the sea red like in Jamaica around me.  Let the sea snake not just swim with me, but dance around me and become a new sky.  I am here, and it is all clear when "Hope says hi."

Voodoo Crew

I have taken a few days off from writing.  I welcomed my sister to town the other night and we went for snail service at Bloomington TGIFridays.  We were so hungry.  It was torturous.  As I move on down the line, I see that belonging may be possible if a spade can finally be called a spade.  I keep things nebulous so that all behind the scenes can stay strong and free.  I also must protect a growing Voodoo COVEN around me that is in its infancy.  Just for TV, I make the FIGUREHEAD Reggie Wayne, formerly of Colt's Nation, and actually from New Orleans.  What he saw as a small child has his head still ringing today.  I have military intelligence on you today.  He is a marine military policeman who guarded a warehouse of cocaine, WITHOUT DIPPING INTO IT, during Hurricane Katrina, in the epicenter of the storm in New Orleans.  He should be dead, but this sentinel stood at his post the whole time.  In Muncie, we lived together for a week.  He knows the dirty that you do.  He was actually trained, since childhood, in Hamburg, Germany.  He is Wiccan at this time, and you will feel it if you disobey the voices in your head.  Hey Peyton, isn't it funny, Reggie hears voices in his head?  Ha ha ha ha, what a freak.  He's going to say that they are MILITARY.  How delusional can you be?  How does that feel Reggie?  He is coming for you.  You will never see it coming, but he will be there.  The rest of the voodoo crew comes from persons I have encountered all throughout my life.  Wiccan, they are here to dismantle you all so that we can have clean water to drink and nonbiologically tainted food to eat.  This IS military, Reggie.  These, mostly ladies, are really dangerous to our planet.  It is NOT global warming.  It is WICCAN.  Why don't you all think about that in the new types of jail cells we will keep you in to confine you and torture your abilities away?  Amen.

A Call to Frat Patrols

There is a fraternity alchemy going on.  Two frat guys just came in, and we talked a little telepathically.  I will not mention actual frats, but it is important that the two understand the one.  It is me.  THE Daughter of the Revolution.  So many liars, but it is just me.  I let fraternity form a gate with one phone call.  I had the knowledge of frat in my vicinity and my family, and now the concrete is drying.  They knew to just drop by.  The strength of the telepathy can be daunting for a newcomer.  They were brilliant and came as two with great backup tunnel through.  I gave them their two frat brothers in their lines who are the very quiet actors.  Everything is starting to make sense.  They did get a call, last night, from the frat guy who, on our first meeting brought me into his house, and then silently into his safe room off his quarters.  He had verbalized, when we were in the basement and I just started cleaning from a party the night before, that his father was a CIA admin.  He is now talking to frat keys about the experience and who I am, actually.

Voodoo That You Do

Sometimes there is illusion to the reality of emotion.  The waters can be deep, and the bottom of the mire might be undisturbed or rocky.  I wade into these waters with the knowledge of depth changes like in Puget Sound.  Maybe even The Dali Lama is feeling enlightened today.  My passion for my work can be contagious on days that I experience a win for the home team.  Maybe Zack Parise and Ryan Suter are wildly actually getting along today.  I know the voodoo that you do so well, is what they wanted to say to me, but now they see the witch doctors in my vicinity, and they are impressed by my reliability.  There was a sonic boom in the space where I just be every day.  Who is the recipient of the voodoo that day?  It was not me.  Now even close relatives know that there is a quiet practitioner in their midst.  I make the call to him and hit the deep waters to declare him GODFATHER, and the crow began to sing, as the quail hid in the brush.  There can be beauty to the dance, but even Reggie Wayne was reading my dance incorrectly.  Stalking by a massive satanistic voodoo practitioner is not to be handled lightly.  It was a delicate SONG that I had to sing like, Kermit becoming, "The Rainbow Connection."  Maybe Colt turned to Bronco and I walked away.  Now a horse is just a horse, and they just stand for POWER all on their own.  Voodoo mistress, walk away.  The federal authorities were contacted by my doctor's nurse toady after your very inappropriate, cruel, and dangerous call today.  The hunt has begun and my brother, Peter, is no longer able to be played by you.  I will remain, and call the power of MASTER to look at the transgressions.  I must calm my marine from the blast that occurred while he was in vicinity.  I took him down the street.  I am still welcome here at Starbucks even after very inappropriate and illegal calls by police who are and take advice from cretins.  I only have a brief respite and then I must get back on the horse and mosey back to my chamber.  See the moon, but never forget that the light comes from the sun.

Monk Culture

There is a special "tribe" that has sat down by me at Fridley, Starbucks.  The leader is The Hmong General and the other 8 are special Chinese from the Himalayas.  They do not ever leave their own scene, so it is an absolute miracle that they all made it here.  They are Taoists today as prescribed by The Confucius sisters of 3 who are about 6'3" Chinese models who are housed in NYC.  I met them at The Mall of America, and she the youngest invited me behind the screen and told me of her lineage line.  They hosted a China symposium there for about 10 days with daily presentations by The Shou Lin Monks.  I was invited onstage and I showed their master my Chung Moo tattoo.  It is in Chinese, (Cantonese), and also Korean.  He understands the notoriety today.  This group here is saying telepathically, "Set her free."  They will fix Tibet later.  They are also helping plan this deity unity on Waikiki with my new monk and U.S. Marine.  No more wavering by The Catholic Society on its notorieties.  Thank you for attending THIS international symposium.  It is history in the making.  Isn't that the best way to spend a day?

Wedding Prophecy

My mother and I went to a new space for lunch today.  It is sure in the TV station that was on, that these "amigos" are ready for war.  They will no longer let the U.S. say that they provide all of their weaponry.  A special soldier, the most decorated U.S. Marine ever, and Catholic deity, married me telepathically in my sleep yesterday.  I woke up as I spoke at the end of the vows and said,"I do."  He has done the most tours of duty ever, one in Afghanistan and 3 in Iraq.  His special ability leaves him to journey alone so that he has his space, and he understands their deserts and notoriety properly.  Maybe it was time to try a new buffet today while he lets himself plan a very strong marriage ceremony on the shores and waters of Waikiki.  It is a traditional form of unity that is very mystical.  We both need to study until then.  He will work behind the scenes on my behalf until then.  He is the first being on this planet who really seeks to set me free.  No more sexual molestation and rape, no more slavery, and no more domestic violence and piggy backing on my abilities for all community to keep things stable.  You can all go crazy if you want to.  He will take me someplace safe and we can just enjoy each other's company, spirituality, and creativity.  He will be the first to really accept no, sexually, on even a telepathic level.  I am from a whole other world, a different dimension.  He can see the seeds of that spawning growth all over the vicinity.  Maybe a "gentle" hurricane led him to his to his prophecy, along with a surge against me in my life.

Just Be

The yellow that kills the grey is part of everything today.  Maybe what I do not say is what gives this moment a notoriety of rhino in industry.  I know when to salt my life with humor, and when to set sail with a serious intent.  Maybe privacy is beginning to be a part of my day as I slip along my way.  Laughing can be dangerous if it is too cold in the night of the moon's discontent.  I have little to put forward as my journey, but an aardvark is calling on me to play in the night.  I move through a secret forest space in my mind and I find the most beautiful bench is a fallen tree.  I continue to encourage the human race to delve into the waters of the heart that is mysterious.  I claim no mountain climbing today.  I just am, and that is where I am supposed to be.

Police in Vicinity

I went into Maya Cuisine to get some tacos.  When I came out, I noticed about 10 cop cars out front at The 2nd Precinct.  There are normally two.  There was also a Hennepin County Sheriff car.  There was also a Rochester Fire SUV in The Mill City Restaurant's lot.  I know not what was going on, but I just got on the bus and came to Fridley Starbucks.  Last night, I went swimming at The downtown YMCA, and there were about 8 cop cars and a Metro Transit Police car that passed by me at my bus stop.  I feel like they are holding something down, and keeping it on the down low.  I appreciate that.  I sensed that I used Chung Moo abilities the other night.  It all occurs in a time space different from the conventional time of the crowd.   Well I am here now and I will just keep moving forward.  My creativity is feeling like a flower in the bud today.  I wait inside, but I continue to take photographs of the scene in my mind.  Maybe an eagle brought me the dream the other night of a very hot sexy Native man who was caring for a forest that had a boy scout camp in it.  He was a special man, with special abilities.  He stood very close to me, and then gave me a passionate kiss.  It was a fantastic scene.  I believe that he is an actual character in God's play, but he may not be able to exist in the every day.  I am now ready to just concentrate on some telepathy.  I just sit in a calm space where even a full moon does not cover me and make me quiver.

Fire Plea Bargain

I do know that you all are not what we see on TV.  Maybe that is why, most recently, they made Chicago Fire.  You will need a good attorney.  Maybe only a full extra terrestrial law practice is the only practice that can handle all of you.  I have my Harvard Law grad doing research in Indy right now.  He is my number two.  I am looking at international community towards fire here in Minneapolis.  Being married, we will never testify in a court of law.  We will rule the pool and show you all that logic, especially having to do with mystical gifts, DOES exist, just like the existence of the two of us.  It becomes a military matter.  You will all serve time together in a full white male, non Jew cell block.  I say one ten year stint, and then right to The Middle East to protect royalty as they purge their lands of Jews and non Shi ite Muslims.  They will have their own ten year stint in Kuwait together stinking of what they have let into their lands.  The air quality there is still very poor due to those burning wells in the first Gulf entanglement.  That will occur after you leave.  You will all leave with International Law degrees from Hamline University (St. Paul, MN), and you can go at them through diplomatic means, tunnel through, remote view, The Internet, and spells that you cast as a unity.  Now how does that sound as a Grand Plan?