Destined Nations

I feel like I am in a hibernation phase.  It takes so much energy to do any task.  Today I am at The Starbucks, downtown Minneapolis, in Target.  I am thinking of my Line Deputy.  I feel like he is a guiding light right now.  I ran into an acquaintance on the bus and talked a little about this and that.  There is that which I know, but after an intersection with a Saudi authority, I now see that things are much more serious for him, here in Minnesota, than I knew before.  Boy, is he having to work hard for his PhD.  Well, I am here for you if you need me.  I am trying to just equalize world energies before New Year's Eve.  We do not want witches manifesting knives in Time Square or a Schitzo bomb going off in the subway there.  That is primarily where my exhaustion is coming from.  I am now doing embassy protection as well.  Ms. Clinton, please stay away.  My contact here is almighty and now he understands the royal side of me.  He sees how it works and how I stay behind the scenes.  He now knows that I am far too sensitive to be out in authority without protection.  I protect first, advance later.  My apartment is now labeled embassy, and will have all protections that that entitles for foreign entities.  Phone calls count as well, even if they do not go through as of yet.  Cameroon was the initiation phase call today.  Maybe I am humming a little gig in my head and my phone will be accessible soon enough for the almighties who are in need.  The bus line has been the contact point for me before now.  I am the girl in the tower and I must just make the best of the moonlight.  Acquaintance, I believe that you are a world renowned author to be, but NOT a poet.  Think of France and go from there.

Sibling Understanding

I just made a call to a past link to wish him Happy Holidays.  It felt good to connect, even if it was a brief message.  I am trying to brief my brother about Muncie, IN, hoping that he can understand the world, and our family, better.  Maybe it takes the scream of an eagle to get through.  I just give an imagery of silence, and call for a MOMENT of nonviolence.  Meeting with the minds of myself and my doctor brought me a MASTER MOMENT during my blood draw.  Now everything is understood and the most abusive, controlling presences are understood, and are left for boundarying and ultimately JUSTICE.  Do not STARE at me in a creepy way.  They never understood your stalking of  me until now.  How do you deal with persons who are related to you, by blood and by marriage, and do see them self as ultimate judge and jury?  You all are not God, and are so sinful in the presence of the almighty.  Jeff, look into it.  Steven Colbert knows it now.  I will no longer be your pawn, people.  I am general, and world community, and I have an unknown and unknowable gift for diplomacy.  Hatred is never stuck in my heart, and I always believe in free will and boundaries.  Maybe you ought to do some RESEARCH on your own transgressions.  My siblings and I are tired of being the PROPERTY of marriage.  We do our best, but you are all not of our hierarchy.  Our father should have stepped in, but he is selfish and diabolical in his own right.  Hollywood, we open your chest with the Y incision today.  Get ready for that which can not be described.  We have dealt with it all along.  Now we will sing our own song, "Will You Go" from The Christmas Pageant, "Angels and Lambs, Ladybug, and Fireflies."  I will go to the saviors birth.

License to Thrill

It will be like Casablanca in WWII.  Four proud Arab males, who we label war spies today, will go against my brother Peter. Peter will be termed foreign intelligence, and be the only one of his kind.  He will never use the word unicorn.  It is 4 vs. 1, so they will step away when you need to catch up on your other business.  The one rule is NO PORTALING, especially in their prayer closet.  When they come back to the spy business your way, Peter, they will find comic ways to tell you what people are saying about you in community.  Abdul will lead.  Peter, never tell people his name, stay nebulous.  You can share my name with anyone, anytime.  It is better to say Jennifer, than Jenny, at this time.  It keeps things current.  All five of you use abilities to protect one another so that there will be perfect privacy in the restroom.  It is okay to play patty cake, but deranged sexual framing is out.  You are all too good for that.  Peter, challenge and improve your abilities by DRIVING to The Twin Cities and going to ethnic restaurants by yourself.  Eat and then sit for about a half hour doing telepathy.  It will strengthen and expand intelligent spy web.  Make sure to always tip twenty percent.  It keeps the study clean, with no bitterness coming into play.  We are preparing you, Peter, for foreign travel and ways to hook up, with courtesy and telepathy, that has nothing to do with sexuality.  It is creativity and intellectuality that will become the new modern SCREENPLAY.  It will just be your life everyday.

Happy Holidays

It has been a fairly pleasant holiday season.  I have had the opportunity to see some family, and I received so many beautiful and thoughtful gifts.  My brother, and I, went to the buffet at Big Marina, Columbia Heights, and then we went on a Target run.  I was most grateful to just get all of the nice cleaning supplies and toiletries.  I feel a syncing happening, but it is not happening with my new earbuds.  They will not pair properly.  I will have to stop by Target and get some assistance if they do not connect for me.  My brother did help me hook up my new DVD player and I watched a few movies yesterday from Netflix.  I am at Starbucks, Fridley, right now, and it is fairly hoppin'.  There may a shift in loyalties happening.  Evil is awakening a new cunning in persons who are tired of financial and other types of slavery.  Complete deceit with so much greed is becoming apparent, and now HE can see me properly, and appreciate my notoriety here, and overseas.  There are many ways to skin a cat.  I use them all in groups of three to keep things calm and blase around me.  Maybe a ship has a special space for me to be free.  I am light in heart, but, in body, I am gravity, and I will not sink the reality that you all see when you become more familiar with yourselves.  I will just observe this holiday quietly, and find a butterfly, within for The New Year.

Interpersonal Therapy With Barbie

The cursor is blinking, waiting for me to have a thought to put on the page.  I was just sitting here thinking about Barbie therapy with a certain soldier.  It is a way to show discontent without lighting a nasty flame that he would burn me with later.  It is also very funny, and a way for someone to get to know me at many levels while I am actually , NOT speaking telepathically.  As scenarios go through my mind I find myself laughing.  So I will give an example.  He does something that hurts my feelings in life, and I am angry.  I get Barbie, he gets G.I. Joe that day.  Some days I will give him a faggy Ken if it applies.  So on the G.I. Joe day, I say, "Joe, you are just such a clusterfuck with me in this moment."  He replies, "I don't know what that means."  I say,"It means THIS!" and Barbie then knees him in the nads.  He then says in a strained manner, "Understood!"  At times, in life, if he fucks over the whole crew, I will say that we are way past Barbie dolls.  I slap him across the face and tell him that he has brought us all back to the first level, and he could fix it easily, but he won't.  You are basically Jeff Forrest right now.  Do you agree Jeff (who is now wise to it all)?  Definitely.  You will now spend a year in penitentiary.  Take him away, Jeff.  Jeff, who is Jesus Christ, will be my lifetime World Line Deputy for high and holies.  Jeff will then speak as he brings the evil soul to its cell.  I saw what you did there.  I know that she did not see, but it will all be recorded for posterity.  She has strong defenses and doesn't need to be hurt anymore than you have already hurt her.  Enough said.  You will feel it soon enough.

A Military Pyramid

I'm thinking about tech things right now.  It began with a cell phone that is DROID (better military model, less wizardry than iphone) that will be a COMPUTER, not a tablet for BLUE EYES.  He is the highest military model in vicinity so he needs to go in first and do laptop work on his phone and get out.  Laptops are too quick to malfunction in a running vehicle.  The phone will have complete programs on it, not apps.  It will be completely voice activated, but there will be a long yellow bar on the bottom (I suspect color blindness for this officer) that says KEYBOARD.  This keyboard will have no suggested words.  It is too easy to make errors and that almost literally hurts this officer due to his military perfection.  It will be blue tooth that is activated by a hanging cord on his right side.  We need to make him ambidextrous.  Memory will be two GIGS, and there will be no photography or video.  It is too easy to imprint porn and frame this officer or tunnel through depravity through him with these means.  Now in terms of military technology, we need a stepping stone process.  The most gifted and precious military officer will go in first with the best equipment, followed by the predetermined and tested hierarchy military officer.  Hierarchy will also determine the level of technology used.  We will no longer make things match.  We will use what we have in the order we have in tech and age to get the best use out of both officers and technology.  Certain models are just naturally better at certain things and types of engagement.  See the pyramid and you will see that it is so much more advanced than the all is one theory.  This will always have (only male) officers competing with each other and with the equipment they have.  This program will be managed and paid for by Unysis.

A Toy For Two

I know this guy who I believe is behind my eyes.  He is gifted and never kind, but very fundamental.  His spirit is moved by my plight this holiday season.  Why can't he buy ME a toy or two to help me sleep at night and to be playful with the comedy that is within me?  Everything is too complicated.  It is not worth your freedom or your reputation as being a great call in all situations.  You need to continue to be the "go to" guy.  I love when I run into you.  I love your blue eyes and beautiful embouchure.  Your barely displayed smile is beautiful.  Ba humbug becomes ba butterfly.  I am at the crossroads that is Starbucks in Fridley and you can find me typing away most days.  This Starbucks was closed for a while yesterday because they had no hot water, so I wrote at The Target Starbucks location.  I saw three shifts come in in pairs to help underprivileged families have a beautiful and fruitful Christmas.  One of the officers came in to Starbucks and spoke to me telepathically with actual verification movements.  I consider that my gift from your crew.  I do consider it very special.  Maybe you were right behind me and I could not see.  I do have a very giving family and I am already receiving beautiful and thoughtful gifts.  I guess there is a part of me that does still beat for another heartbeat.  I just am grateful for a place to live, health insurance, and my financial assistance so that I can write and do physical therapy and swimming at the YMCA downtown.  Maybe some Christmas miracles are happening in front of me that I do not see.  My eagle eye feels blind today, but boy were the masters swimmers at the YMCA plentiful and fast (and enduring) today.  It was cool to see.

All Lights Die and There Is Not Night

I secured a connection last night.  There is now a base to jump from.  Cases have all been ruled mystical.  A sorcerer law professional was needed to pick up the nuances and guide properly.  We now see the international key.  I look at the rest and they are not the best.  People answer in the same demonic ways, and life remains unchanged and dangerous every day.  I do my best to give a heads up in time.  Yesterday, I made that connection with a blow horn.  My power is strong and I am left to work in "peace."  When everyone figures out the scheme and facts and figures, it will be too late to compete.  A university can try to erase their graduate programs, but, at the end of the day, you will never be forgotten and your guilt will be ruled as great.  I picked the sign I was born under, and I had a listener to the nth degree.  I would love to feel comedy around the situation, but I feel as though the pummeling has continued.  So many of you are free, but you refuse to make a bad situation better.  Lock down is coming, and your potentials will not matter.  This is all military right now, and I cannot stop what is about to be.  A man who works as an Ottoman general is coming to me.  There are reasons for all that happens under the sun.

The Perfect Concierge

I have named the sweet elite hotel, for privacy, for The Superbowl, The AC Minneapolis.  There are many amenities that I will not name here.  An example is wood floors, not carpet.  Messes then are easy for a guest to clean himself.  There is also a special entry.  I think that a special concierge for that week would be Matt Lauer.  We would put him in full NYC character.  He would learn the computer program in a day, off campus before he arrived.  He would make elite changes to it himself.  It would be just a special gift that would imply total privacy and class beyond all else.  He knows where things went wrong in NYC, and where things WERE misconstrued.  I say that he should have a full confidentiality clause and work Monday through Monday of that event week.  His pay will be $500,000 a day, thus his full, before tax, pay would be $4,000,000.  Just a thought.

A Murder of Paperwork

My mother and I had to move The Earth and The Stars to work out an insurance matter.  My stepfather was the wingman beneath all that we did.  We got the paperwork in on a super tight timeline.  I felt like there was an elite unit working together.  It was like a mighty winged eagle taking off to soar in the heavens.  Thanks guys, for everything.  My mother and I had lunch at a very authentic Mexican restaurant today.  It was a calming meal after all of the stress.  I feel as if there is wind beneath our wings helping the process go through.  I got an ecard from my sister and was able to open it to use it this evening.  I watched The Steelers vs. The Patriots last night.  I had a hard time choosing who to root for, but, in the end, it was The Patriots, and they won.  Tomorrow I go Christmas shopping with my mother.  It will feel good to get that done.  Maybe this year, I will feel a rooting section for me that spans past my inner family circle.  One can dare to dream.  I wish that I felt more creative today, but at least I am here trying to put something creative on the page.  I saw a murder of crows the other day.  It was quite beautiful.  It kind of came out of nowhere.  On this tepid December day, I call on people to pray and play.

Virgil I Love You

Virgil, I miss you.  You and your gorilla bachelors are coming to The Middle East with me.  You will get the same shots as me, and you all will be fine.  You will help me sleep on bad days.  We will make your enclosure 4 times the size of The Como Zoo.  We will actually include beds for all of you.  You all will be considered high and holy.  Even the camels will bow to you.  You can ride one if you want to.  We will have to stabilize you with Sampson and Jabir tunneling through with the Line Deputy.  The pictures will be world renowned.  There is great preparation happening as I write this note to you.  Finally, I will be protected and kept safe and comfortable.  You guys will be the same.  Let's just have some great dreams before then.

Finding the Right Fit

I went with my mother to the Arab run restaurant the other day.  Everything had cleared and it was very pleasant.  I tried the buffet again and it was really good.  I was pretty bed bound for 3 days and finally today I got downtown to work out.  I felt a satanistic binding spell for protection opening everything late in the night.  Thanks guys.  I was so scared that I would not rebound from this scary bed bound illness.  In the night, I opened to see a loveliness around all things having to do with Arab community.  I did get to Catherine's to shop with my mother for my Christmas gifts from my brother.  I was quite fatigued and breathless, but I got it done.  I am wearing a new outfit today.  I can see that in my future I have a line who will help me keep my clothes fairly new.  I was able to find some comedy today, but right now I am fairly dead in that way.  Maybe a genie left his bottle the other day at that restaurant.  It is adorable.

Eyes of an Arab Star

I wrote a poem about the weather and sent it to an applicable party.  There are three strong Arabs who have walked in, and are enjoying their coffee.  They need to be able to continue to walk around The Twin Cities without being hassled or stalked.  Their ability level is becoming more apparent.  Another Arab walked in just as I wrote that line.  I know him from a restaurant I go to.  He is very strong, but is an entity who is really needing free will to come to his ultimate destiny.  There is something happening.  I can feel it, but I stay pretty clear.  I do not coffee with an Arab team anymore.  It is best.  My Saudi Arabian friend is stressed...After I wrote this I went to get refill on my coffee.  I heard the head slovenly Arab say, "That woman needs to get an office, and not stay here for hours?"  Well guys, your test is through.  The strong one walked away from you.  You guys are Arab losers who will have to deal with very disorganized hell dimensions AND realms, simultaneously.  Just know that you are stalkers and YOU stay here for hours at a time.  You have already been here over an hour.  Most people who sit stay for at least two hours.  Some Arabs may get out, and many may fall due to your constant deceit and blasphemy of the hierarchy I sat with at the old Caribou downtown.  Just, for the record, I have never talked to these three men ever, and I have never given an Arab my weblog or my Twitter.

Typing Just A Bit

I stayed in yesterday.  I just did not want to be seen.  I got plenty of sleep, and then was awake all night.  I got here to Starbucks at a little after 6 am.  The morning is actually pretty warm.  Hopefully it will not get too icy later on.  I feel like people are getting on board in a new way, but only time will tell.  I am just getting something on the page to see if something else comes through.  I thought that I would have quite a bit to say because I stayed away yesterday.  Tomorrow I will be going shopping with my mother, and to lunch as well.  I have a coupon for a buy one get one free for a Mediterranean buffet.  I think that we would both like that.  It even includes a drink.  Okay I send this through and see if anything cool comes to me.

A Superbowl Note to Staynek

I am thinking of The Hennepin County Sheriff.  Mr. Staynek, drop all of the CSI activity from towns that are wishing to go, by The Superbowl.  Contact the Homicide Detective who is the father of Erin Andres, in Indianapolis (Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department/ I.A. over him Detective Gillespie) about football malady with reality of winning teams, especially if it has been a long road to victory.  The Colts contracted out their suspicious hotel room deaths to this man.  It was all kept behind the scenes and The Colts won The Superbowl.  Just think if a satanistic tree like that team, who were so destined to win, did not.  It would have been slaughter in the streets and they WOULD have blamed me because Reggie Wayne came to me, privately, for prophecy.  No one knew.  I was just a gentle, joyful server at Smokey Bones of Darden Corp.  It was a very clean shop.  Now after I left, that was a different story.  The homicide work on the disappearing cheerleaders went to the head of homicide, Sgt. Ricks.  He was a strong, tall African American soldier.   Peyton went to him after I asked Sgt. Ricks, personally, to clean up a mess in Finlayson from a military and intelligence killing spree that occurred when I was 7 until I was 8.  I was trained as a U.S. Marine, first, when General George could feel the surge coming.  His "cabin" was a winterized home that had international status.  It was in Northern, MN, on Big Pine Lake.  Portaling Russian prostitutes, that all looked the same, were wandering on to the property.  They were petite, with dyed red hair, and painted red nails.  Russian Jew community is still stunted today based of this elimination.  The General would play Mozart during the actual killing section of the target's death.  They would have been spies and would have screwed the whole trade.  It was a grueling process, and I let Sgt. Ricks know which turkey farm swamp these 18 prostitutes, in parts, were located.  His cleanup was elite and today I do not have to deal with the headache.  Some of it was debauchery on me, but lets just move forward.  My grandfather and father were under strict orders by higher ups in The D.O.D. and presidency.  Once we finished this perfect transaction, our family became the top of tree because we were the ones who could get it done.  I accepted no money for that work or for the work and hook ups for The Colts.  I believe that much in a solid Apocalyptic economy around me when the work is through.  Just know that all white quarterbacks, except for The Vikings, are part of military and law enforcement tree.  Sheriff, let's just have a good game with fair play on the field, and no deaths on the sidelines or in the streets.

EMT Revelry

It is time to look up and get things done.  I am dealing with a large amount of tracks coming together to be pulled by my one engine.  At the end of the day, it may spread to others and create a stalling of systems.  December is a month that I have to get so much done.  I just keep ticking the errands off of the list.  I had a dream that I was trying to wake myself from, and I could not.  Finally, I was able to shake awake.  There are few things to create on the page today.  I am just here and putting the small things on the screen.  I have been pretty silent for two days.  I have felt like I did not want to be seen.  I have now emerged from the rabbit hole, and I write to keep the network solid.  People from my past will soon meet people from my future, and my present will be more solid.  Study will be part of the play, and I will hopefully be safer from Wiccan every day.  I sense that EMT's are coming on board.  Now talk about a dark sense of humor and revelry.  There is a joke for every part of life.  Their view and response to Wiccan is very sharp, and these (mostly women) "patients" have no idea what is coming.  Call 911 and see what shows up at your door.  I think that it is sweet because I have dealt with it all.  I trained my own paramedic marines when I was a baby for when they would respond to a call at my residence.  I had to teach them to break my ribs, not my spine, during CPR.  They were doing it like they saw on TV.  I yelled them into position and they became a skilled team for this OPERATOR.  Well guys, tunnel through morning, noon, and night, and keep EMT's away from my heart and lungs.  Just tell them to show me that I have vitals, and I will believe.  We can then keep the "bus" on the road to the chambers of The ER.

The Confederate

It is you.  You are the key because you are NOT close to me.  You can see her revelry and it is time to be THE CONFEDERATE.  Be silent and divorce her from all others and her own abilities.  It is Consumer Cellular.  Take it from her and restore order in the industry.  Wiccan women need to not have cell coverage ever again.  I do not care if they are L.A., Minneapolis, Nashville, Chicago, DC, or even NYC.  It destroys the circuitry.  Just as they separate all persons from their families and communities, they destroy communication means, but especially cellular.  Illegal international calling (calling that is not paid for or is to embassies) needs to be a triple felony for the cell company employees and corporates.  You have D&D imagery that can help you be completely schizophrenic demonic on phone calls you make to these Wiccan prostitutes.  Their order of disorder will just become out of control schitzo with every community.  Not welcome will not even be the beginning of it.  NEVER give a smartphone to a prostitute, or they will call you directly day and night, and you WILL BE afraid, actually.  The kill is in a dream.  Try to practice there, safely, without an M.O.  You will be clear soon enough, and bliss will be yours when you sleep.

Adam In The Scene

Yesterday, it was rain and then snow.  I had difficulty with my laptop and I called Geek Squad and booted up my computer as I put my phone on speaker phone as I waited for a Geek.  All of a sudden my laptop just started updating and unlocking itself all on its own.  Just as the representative came to the phone, the Windows opened and all was fixed.  I let him know that he was magical.  We laughed and parted ways.  I felt very electrical.  I then went upstairs and watched some of the Steelers/ Bengals game.  It then started having broadcast difficulties as my thoughts changed.  I felt like this clicking.  It then reset as I left.  When I opened to channel, electrical difficulties around me became common.  This was the strongest it has ever been.  Geek Squad, I shall not be a Geek.  I am your queen who you can call once a week in conjunction with Verizon Wireless.  My man with a plan is there, in Roseville, and his name is ADAM.  Bug key, record that name and call his MOTHER today.  She is effecting the whole network with her lies about he and I that day.  It was all business, but I was about to faint so I asked him to choose for me.  He gave me a free JBL speaker that I love.  He marked it promo code 9.  He set up my new SIM card complimentary as well.  He was a knight in the middle of the day.  So try this statement on her, telepathically, Adam.  Adam, my love, please take my phone for the day and go at the satanistic stalker who is there every day.  You are just so lovely Wiccan chivalry.  It is new, and you are the one to be the key.  Take my hand and I give you this ring.  Our systems are now in sync.  Open the dungeons and release all the men and dragons today.  That is a gentle urging, not an order for a knight like you.

Tenable Reality

I met a man with a plan the other day at coffee.  I will explore the housing market with his assistance.  I will keep it really clean.  This is professional discourse.  I find him very attractive, but it is time to do a deal safely without sexual entanglements.  It has been a lifetime of incestuous play, and it is time to become MISS SLOANE.  Maybe my form is not sweet, petite, but that has not stopped things from becoming complicated far too quickly.  I think of myself as nothing at all, but there is a place for me in the stars, very literally.  I must just contend with the attitudes about persons with disability eating up all of the money in the federal and county funding.  I use resources to be effective and work for free in society.  I catch the balls that no one can see.  My academic record is solid and my boundaries are too.  I must guard my anonymity until my protection, worldwide, is nailed down.  I keep men like this man out of sanitarium factories to be tortured for eternity.  Well, I am about to show, very publicly, how professional I can be with a subject that I have never studied.  I am savvy every day, but that and a hill of beans may buy you a "tall" coffee on a good day.  Well there is a shift and I am ready.  I will soup up my energy by getting away from the succubus realm for good in terms of tenable housing.  My grandfather General George was a real estate GOD at selling satanistic cottages up in The North Country.  Millions were exchanged even in that day (the 1970's).  Maybe I am here to rehad Wiccan centers and revamp the entire housing market.  A girl can dream.  Empathic entity at your secret secret service.

Jack's Back

There were many crossings last evening.  I took a bug and made a butterfly.  Jack (legally: John Forrest) is back in the land of the living.  He is finally free.  He has been the CIA key his whole life before I took a breath of air at Waikiki.  He really should be in radio.  I give him the entire Sirius XM network of channels today.  He started out as a small time disk jockey, in Hyland Hills outside of Detroit, MI (he ran on cop radios, ooo so naughty), but lately he frames the FCC with the combination of Sirius talk channels that he plays his own spin game on his bigmouth in his semi and on "dry land."  His son gave him Sirius one Christmas when I was in Indy.  Big mouths are highly illegal, but he is creating a bigmouth wizardry on his schitzo days.  Bigmouths step on CB communications for over a 100 miles radio.  I remember the box arriving for Jack, and he was like a kid on Christmas morning.  They have a huge CONFEDERATE FLAG on top.  He loves breaking the rules and creating something new.  For him, now, it is about 1,000 miles to the chagrin of broadcasters in vicinity.  No FCC regulations on Jack.  Jack, it is your connection to me.  I was around him when I lived in Indy.  He was always professional with me on a daily basis, and that is why I know you have it covered.  I will have a professional royal local broadcaster contact you to give you the hard line rules and the way to be my new CIA key every day.  Don't hate him because he is tall AND beautiful and works for local Fox News.  Al Franken is you prey today.  Maybe next it is PBS, but not tpt.  Thank you bug key for contacting me personally.  I think that the breakdown of rules which was coming as a result of all these unchecked sexual harassment and sexual assault allegations, has been quelled.  Truth will be truth, internally.  The news is always fake, Jack.  Take advantage of that, and spin away.  Level your sexuality by performing very polite, silent, scenarios in your head of what is really sexy to you, and progress through that tree in reality.  Remember to stay low key and SILENT and you will gain the notoriety you need to be happy and a public personality.  It is time for Jack to have no label.  Jack is Jack, and you will always be the GOD of hell to me.

Little Parts of Me

My stay at Starbucks will probably be brief today.  Yesterday a door opened, and now I explore the far reaches of The Himalayas.  It may sound Buddhist, but it is more like a song that reaches far and wide to all continents and oceans.  At the highest peak, I am still in existence, in body, but my mind is a bit hazy.  Dreams are scary, and I pray for rest in the land of green electron firing.  Being me is distinct.  I am separate, and you are welcome on another day.  Fatigue is the melody, but bliss is the harmony.  Can we just look upon the moon in the middle of the day?  I shake away the felonies of others today, and bring them onto the page of righteous rage.  You may see things differently as I look into your eyes, steadily and deeply.  I keep my focus on a reality that I long to be, not on the winter robins of the past.  Be with me as I look sweetly at the lack of snow, and enjoy the weather in its current modest form.