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.