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.