A Journey that Leads to Ireland

I saw one Canadian goose flying by himself, and I picked up the telepathy that it is time for him to do it by himself, too, a bit.  I thought that was so courageous, and that many men could learn great things from him.  I had tumultuous dreams, but I woke up, startled, and knew that it was just a dream.  It is starting to get colder, and thus the coffee tastes bolder.  Maybe a dynamic duo from my past are coming through with facts about you know who.  Maybe YOU are just not part of the cool kids club.  I am just the goose flying by myself and using respect of each person in front of me to maneuver the quagmire.  I never picked up on the mystical around me, but I did pick up on the cruelty, and I just walked away.  I knew that talking with cruelty about others only makes me more like them and separates me from my very strong soul.  It had me finding the Intel on all groups as I journeyed through different spaces, places, and relationship realities.  I now do not connect in the same way.  My life is a story, and I use my day to day to write that elegant play.  There are many genres, and I can deal with the science of it at the end of the day.  My education was great, and I was always competitive with anything I was doing.  Now I do not worry about competition because I am in my own cosmos, and I write my own story.  Maybe law enforcement can see differences of my coping styles and my professionalism even when being actively tortured and labeled in a brutal false way.  I met an Irish royal the other night.  I feel her working in the system.  She is an attorney and another notoriety I will not name.  Maybe she reached my Grandfather King on the other side.  He would love her Irish royal accent even in the land of the dead.