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.