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.

New General Law

There is a bit of shock circulating, but it will die away by tonight.  Lawyers and legal authority are in play at Starbucks today.  One legal genius, with much notoriety, sits across from me.  We all join a net here and outside to form an even stronger web.  Legal proceedings will be held behind the scenes soon enough.  Persons in these proceedings as the harmed parties will have to understand law, and their experience in 3D creative imagery to be able to be brought before a judge in any way.  It is these images that cannot be faked.  They access the memory and all will see.  Testifying just leads to further deceit.  Plea bargains will also go away, eventually, as the guilty will just be jailed, put on the street, and other.  It is all for punishing a being to take away their abilities and to help them understand punishment for sins very directly.  People's abilities are strong enough, and the stupid statements of proud abusers will suffice as the prestatement to sentencing. 

The Kroft Was No Prairie Home Companion

Maybe some things are best put under the microscope in a military creativity online.  The worst of the firsts would be at the tender age of 6.  As you all look in the mirror, you become more grandiose every minute, every hour, every day.  My skull did not long for you, your cruelty was grotesque.  I was just a being of creativity, proper etiquette, and light.  The fun you took in my destruction, on the grounds and off, was unable to be understood, thus not processed by anybody.  Every time, it was five.  The bolder, by itself was masculine and beautiful.  Your nudity and sexuality of this nonsense play was demented, and was a disgrace to the nature of the space.  I will stay in the land of my own dignity, and keep this a gentle sketch and no longer put you in a position of neither power nor notoriety.  Natives were in the trees, and now they are on their knees.  They entertained that you all were alien beings because no part of humanity was there.  I bend the tree branch down today, look out, and say that I am a little stunted in the moment, but I am okay.  You all can broadcast my middle finger today, and know that even Brad Pitt will not play.  You lives, your comfort, and your careers are over over over, and I do not mean over the moon.  I pull down a star and sit you all inside to burn for all of eternity. 

A Way to See

There is resistance that is persistence.  I love the air and the sun, but I love a man who must use a gun.  It is fun when we see our reality in vicinity.  He stands tall and then I feel small.  So much coming into this realm, but ignorance is bliss for others still today.  I meet and then these people retreat.  There is a curiosity around me, but actual solid relation is like the fall leaves on a tree.  I mean nothing to a blooming onion, but I am endeared to an Evanescence quality.  Maybe I can see, and others sing and dance around me.  Validity is on the horizon, and I am being born to a new scene.  It is okay to ask, but I prefer not to tell.  All that is in me is quiet and still so that I can see, actually.  I feel better in the dark, in a way.  Finding permanence is difficult, but not impossible.  I run, but there is a bird who flies faster.  Comparison to others, or to past, is the way to become relevant, but possibly miserable as well.  On this day, I speak a tune of wisdom, and am not paralleled by any other.

Listen to the Message of Angels

I was waiting at the bus stop and an ambulance, with sirens on, went by.  I am just having an intuition.  We are at a precipice.  Time for judgment is on the horizon.  I wish to put a message on the chalk board.  I feel like people are looking at many different types of overdoses.  I have walked through these waters.  What I really needed was rest at a soulful level.  I needed a break from torture and the military needed a reset.  Everyone just take an aspirin and go to bed.  Do not entertain the more severe option.  Angels will be part of judgment.  It will be for your actual acts of sin against God.  Levels of hell are being formed materially, and spiritually.  The overdose is not the sin, but the chamber you will be held in for infinity, and its tortures, are part of the other side.  Be careful, and stay away from toxic persons and reality.  Use your creativity to draw the picture of what can be.  I just back away and say that everything may not be okay, but it could get immeasurably worse in the infinity that is this time of Apocalypse.

New Line Deputy

I braving my way through a strong cold.  My exhaustion is strong.  I am becoming aware of times turning to a clock that has only responsibility.  I do not sing a song that may cause duress for any potent form in my vicinity.  I walk away as the clang that is only left for the crew that all works with her plays its tune.  She is demonic and strange, but why are people continuing to be part of a freak show?  My fatigue leaves me in a land of coughing and no laughter in sight.  I have blood out there who exist on an outer edge.  I just let them be their own reality.  Maybe a new line deputy will be the judgment in the stream of paralysis and pain.  I just stand back and let the reality that a womb sells become Wiccan in complete complexity, and leaves the waters of Swedish witchery behind.  Can I write about these things legally?  Yes I can.  Witchcraft is illegal, internationally, and your witcheries, in a court of law, are too.  You may also be no longer an entity at all and just be labelled satanism.  No longer will you be believed or comforted.  Insane mumblings of these beings are now in a boat going to New Orleans.  There will be no escape from the path that you have constructed.  New line deputy, can you see the reality of the ridiculousness?  It rings a bell in a court room again and again.  Police just walk away.  New authority is what I give to you from my power center and heart core.  Speak against, and we no longer need to contemplate your fate.

A Knight of No Mercy

Ben, I see you as a British knight who boundaries Edinburgh witches.  Their coven is strong, but you are stronger.  Your confidence to play the first NFL game against the Swedish witchcraft of The MN Vikings, in London, was very brave.  I feel that your two Superbowl rings are not enough.  You NEED more.  Take my year of torture, very publicly, in Glasgow, Scotland, at their engineering school, by Kenny (Alison Smythe's boyfriend/ she was the head of The Edinburgh coven before her demise) of The IRA.  I learned to be a host to their wellness and defeat them on review.  Who knew that I earned my engineering PhD's there, in all disciplines, in a worldly forgotten year, at the age of 18, while under a set torture regimen.  My painful screams were not uttered until I spoke on a phone line (landline) days after my release, in Montrose, Scotland (off the rail line).  See Interpol records for the negotiations that brought that to be.  It still chains me today.  Maybe THAT is where you will "buy" my perfect birthday gift for tomorrow.  Well, for you, I am a lady.  You are to be a form that you will begin to see.  No cracks in your walls, but a mote that spans eternity.  Privacy is essential, and violence at the demonic will be very public.  It only has to be a laugh, a smirk, or a word that begins your vigilant protection of my dignity, feelings, and emotional and psychic intelligence.  Sometimes I will let you do what you wish without me, but, at times, I will verbalize against their heresy as you do exactly what your upbringing taught you to be.  No mercy, and forever you shall be free.

Dental Day

I went to a new dentist today.  I really liked him and his hygienist.  It was an extremely painful due to my prolonged absence from the dental chair.  In the end I had no cavities.  I did have an amazing amount of plague below the gum line.  I did a great job of just staying in the moment as beyond the brutal pain was a huge amount of blood.  The hygienist was very calm and just kept plodding along patiently, and brought the cleaning to a close.  I will definitely return in 6 months.  It was the manner of both of these individuals that made me less anxious to return on time.  I am happy to say that my gums are actually not hurting tonight.  The dentist looked at my x-rays and said that I have very strong teeth.  That was encouraging.

A Birthday Trip

I just got back from my trip to Denver and Fort Morgan, CO.  Of the many things that I did, I enjoyed watching Ben Roethlisberger, and The Steelers, play the heck out of their game with The Titans the other night.  Ben, your gifts are getting stronger.  My feet even know that when you play.  Other "positions you play" almost left you paraplegic the other night, and thus the whole chain.  You did great.  Maybe one day you will understand that another entity can enjoy the moment with you and then walk away.  You need to be free to evolve in many divinity vicinities.  Maybe people told you you couldn't when you were young, but yes you can, especially now.  You have a good shot at The Superbowl.  I am rooting for you to do so.  Friends off the field can make playing so much more fun.  It is a lovely telepathic play like playing the theme from LAW AND ORDER for no reason at all before a break.  I have tried to break down that sign, but all I can come to is that you are the key.  It is more than line deputy and carries planes and ships.  Masonry came in this week as well.  I went to see a 20th Anniversary tour of "Rent" at The Buell Theater, and found the fire chief just standing there when I came out during the intermission.  I told him that all stagehands started out as fire men,  and pulled L. Aldrich through, and then walked away.  After I put this hook up in play, we went in for the second half and the performers sung much louder and in a more soulful way.  It was cool.  Our flight last night was about 1.5 hours late.  There was changing around and then a problem light came on in the cockpit which made taking off impossible.  We returned to the gate and a mechanic magically fixed it right away.  That is even how the pilot described it on the loud speaker.  Thank you mother, sister, and Mike, for the beautiful birthday gifts and trip.

No Secure Connection

Well I am delving into the murky waters of The DARK Net.  I just tried to come back to my blogger.com site and I got a HUGE message that said, "NO SECURE CONNECTION," and my page would not display.  I have never seen that before.  I then went to youtube.com and opened a new browser screen for blogger.com through my Firefox section.  It worked just fine.  Can't we all just get along, but know that my Line Deputy is watching?  I resist at time, but I know when to persist.  Everything is so NSA through MIT challenge today.  Since I never do porn or get violent, it is a new coming of age story.  I am right where I need to be.  I wish for my master to be alpha, but when I am on my own, I must reserve the right to be alpha.  U.S. Marine follows orders. (U.S. Marine tech, who was Vietnamese, held the door for me and he had on my one of a kind Marine hat.  His was very dirty.  I think it was probably in the dumpster where they threw them all when I chose the one I wanted on the order of gpa, General George, in the 70's.  It was saved just for today.  It symbolizes behind enemy lines.) World General leads.  Amen.

Testing My Reserve and Patience

I feel like I was just tested.  I had great difficulty getting on the internet.  I just kept in the game and won.  I am now ready to fly.  I want to make one thing very clear.  I go about my day and explore the people and places around me.  There is no assumption that people will agree with me, or align with my thoughts or beliefs.  It is all about free will.  I would like for people to stop taking the smallest things aggressively my way.  You all can go down the road you choose, but I share my weblog with almost no one.  I think the most that have read it in one day are 9 people, and that was only like 3 times in all these years I have been writing.  If you are using surreptitious ways to read, you must know that it can make you unstable, and you will misunderstand things on purpose.  I can view a person or a group of people for a muse, but I do not share that I am writing about them.  Hostility was around me today.  I will just say that The Middle East is up for debate.  It is a region that can go either to good or evil, with or without organization.  I just hope that they choose good and success.  I ask hostiles to get a life and get someone else to follow and hopefully support.  No one can do this change in world community on their own, and most of you are very poor at working together.  I just know to pay attention and only go places that feel at least a bit supported.  I walk away from what is left.  If you stalk, prepare to be stalked by a very powerful almighty beginning today.

William Is Ready to Play

It is time for GAME NIGHT.  Let's play.  It will become more real every day.  You all will not know what is fake and what is real.  You have all faked pain and suffering (and credentials), while I suffered quietly under a set torture regimen (and my perps would say it was fake) that was permanent university.  (Hamline University was very real to me, in me, and around me.   Others were living in the holodeck for a time, but I came just before their witcheries had them suffering.)  Well good luck because no one will believe my perpetrators in the U.S. ever again.  I give a badge and gun with true FBI credentials, to CIA chief William VanBank (but I do not make him a real agent), to do whatever he wants any time.  He will use law and law enforcement witcheries all over all of you, and he can turn on a dime and go the other way.  Arabs will find this type of play hilarity every day.  They need to laugh to heal what has been real.  Spin the wheel guys, and your fortunes will just fall from the sky, very literally.  Search out Emin, downtown Minneapolis.  He was born in BACU and he knows all of you.  He is royal oil, and we met at Caribou Coffee (downtown Minneapolis, it has been moved down the street and has a very impractical floor plan.  I am sure that the discrimination was real in that decision.) where there was a very dedicated Arab tree.  He now knows how to create the perfect conspiracy for white folks who claim extreme literacy, but cannot speak in any foreign tongue, conversationally.  I just know that HOPE, in Arabic, is AMAL.  The rest of the time, I give you all privacy so that I can mind the supermarket chain, Byerly's with a little Speedy Market.  Both have employed me, militarily.  Scanners are me, and the retina is free.  See Unysis for my patents here in The Twin Cities.  Now THAT is REALITY.  Just ask the all male North Vietnamese class who trained me in not monitoring them when they spoke natively.

More Than Just Lunch

I saw you waiting there.  It was nice to just be able to say hello.  Agent VanBank is, and was, coming through to temper you.  You are like a horse we want to be able to be ridden, but who we do not want to break.  Use your eyes more than your ears, and you will snap the key of Arab running through CIA endeavors.  Variety was best today.  I think that I handled the quagmire well.  Now you all can see military running through law enforcement and intelligence tree.  Solution minded always, I am and will be.  I do believe, and saw, the secret closet today.  Very clever.  He and I worked together, simultaneously.  I showed him a live shot of Mecca that I viewed on CNN when Colleed was in vicinity.  It was an image, but I now know that acid was in play that day.  The picture seems a bit bright, silent, and grainy.  The man with the plan came through all of you.  He will meet you in The Middle East in your dreams, today, and all seekers will be free.  All time is not free time.  Abdol saw you on the internet, telepathically.  I will travel west so that you can see The East in your vicinity.  You will have privacy.  No worries, all will be well. 

Holodeck Obliteration

The time has come.  The world around me is a holodeck.  I verbalized this to Agent Will VanBank when we went for a drive, alone, in his green Bronco II, years ago.  He looked at me, in surprise, that I would use that word.  His gaze exclaimed a fear that I knew exactly what was going on before it was time.  Their torture was vicious enough, he didn't want for everyone to go at me at full strength every day without me being able to die.  He discovered that those who tunnel through my whole life turned all environments way too sick sexual, too quick.  Well today is the day to meet eternity in the three spacial dimensions.  What is seen around me seems like the normal life I see on TV, but I am facing war on all fronts pretty quietly.  Well, war will now break out, very ferally, all throughout the globe, without ending up on TV.  Everyone is going to have to deal with the approaching hell and explosive fatigue.  It is the Line Deputy and these three Arabs who are using a new wizardry ability to hammer at ALL of the "floor plans" for the planet.  The new floor plan will play with permanence.  Places one expects for a solid, permanent floor plan, will be, at least partially impermanent.  In spaces one expects to be able to walk through structures and access the energy systems of entities, it will be solid and one will be blocked.  All will seem a little extra terrestrial in the end.  You all have not cared at all, and have showed false "suffering" with witcheries.  I am tired of feeling it all as you all choose sin with your free will, even over your own best interests.  Evil is not evolutionary.  As you sink, the realm will be locked off.  There is only a brief matter of time to learn how to swim in porridge.  You all know the reality of the holodeck.  I was the one, for survival purposes, who did not.  I did not try to get ahead on mystical abilities given to you by a God you all hate.  I lived a material realm life.  All mystical uses of energy were in fugue states.  My strongest was a wizardry that healed my body from slaughter.  This naivete began to be shattered about13 years ago when I opened to a spiritual guide, who I soon learned was Agent VanBank.  I began to study the realms, and different mysticisms.  This earned me the top sorcery position through Cambridge University.  I also went through a very elite torture regime that reduced mystical energy to telepathy.  My study of this was extreme, and I purified that ability and made sure that it has no auditory or visual hallucinations.  I also am able to eliminate a good deal of the very negative telepathy that is power punched with Wiccan witchcraft ability.  This makes one feel it more.  You will all experience it soon enough.  The use of strong intuition was part a big of it.  It is time for you all just to admit the evil that you are and do, and to stop taking it out on people who are working to get me and others like me, OUT.  Thank you Line Deputy and Arab community for welcoming me into your experiment for PEACE around me and in The Middle East through a concentrated study of war dimensions.  Death and dismemberment is not part of OUR SIDE, but THEY will be obliterated by change.  Their rage in a cage will be attended by BOWE as I become ARROW.

Tick Tock Goes My Heart Clock

If I had a word to state my being, it would be difficulty today.  I move, and my energy moves against me.  Fire is beneath me, and law is on a ship at sea.  Bouncing in my brain is like the surgical slap I need.  Comedy is energy.  I do not laugh today as I go on my way.  I keep facts and figures in my head and observe my vicinity.  It is beautiful outside and I enjoy the warmth of the sun.  It is okay, fire, to not understand me, anatomically.  Your chief is complete deceit.  An offer will be put on the table, and he will be moved, but not to a place of bliss, but more like an abyss.  I slept for long hours and found that waking felt like being afraid to leave my cave of destiny.  I appreciate that fire has been saved for end game.  I now know that those of you who take the oath, wholeheartedly, will become vampiric for me as a protection from deceit.  You may find yourself rage at the beginning, and then you will know that you are just identifying enemy in your vicinity.  I sing you a lullaby now, and smile at your very bright coats today.

Hot Sexy is More than Just a Hairdo

I had an independent evaluation from a doctor on Tuesday, and it went well.  Other than Smiley's residents, Dr. Barron is totally the hot sexiest doctor in The Twin Cities.  He looked like a combination of Anderson Cooper and my brother Pete.  AC, you want to 360 this one.  If you are peaking Dr. Barron, it was just time for the truth to sink thoroughly into your grey matter.  It DOES matter.  I get a NYC vibe from you as well.  US Marines have never seemed so clean.  Hook up with the REAL Dr. Singh from Smileys graduated residency program and you may see a bit of you, psychologically.  He burns the fire pretty hot as well, and is now King in his homeland of Pakistan.  He is top in his religious tradition.  He is still unmarried after a lifetime of being set up with statuesque brunette models.  He would just dig in deep and humiliate them with the torture of culminating on their face, walking away, and never remembering or seeing them again.  The women so thought they had the princess position pegged.  Well people tell me, actually and telepathically, that I am big, fat, and ugly, but I just know that my doctors appointments always run over.  So doctor, we will now make you official CIA with my brother, Pete, today.  Anderson will be YOUR body double in NYC.  You will be court ordered to NOT wear your wedding ring, there and there only.  Just know that I did set the ball in play.  Through a CIA hookup, I set Vipassna (Buddhist) meditaters on The Dalai Lama and his crew last night.  The Earth will seem so clean in like a week.  There is telepathy poisoning in the land of Latino.  With the withdrawal of Tibetan Buddhist troops, Latino mothers will be able to breastfeed their favorite children again.  I had an unwanted and unasked for 2 kisses from a Latino predator late last night.  Edwin, stay away from me.  I am more than just not interested.  Roommate, keep your "guests" on a leash, or tell them to stay away.  It does serve a purpose to close the Latino chapter on my life.  Pete will no longer leave these men alone with me.  I miss my Arab key, I have been busy doing all of my laundry for my trip next week.  I will be flying Southwest on Thursday and going to Denver, CO, to then drive to Fort Morgan where my sister lives.  Peyton, I don't find you irritatin'.  Have your smiling face there in a limo driver outfit with a sign that says, "Hot for Hope today.  Happy 47th birthday!"  Private pilot license lessons from John Elway would be the perfect gift.  Did you know that he went to The opening class of The Air Force Academy with my Uncle John Mayer?  All these hot worldly men and I must kiss a frog not once, but twice.  Oh well, everyone in my life would just say that I am extremely delusional if I verbalized how I play with intuitions and situations in my weblog almost daily.  Arabs, you will have the key.  My room is yours while I am gone, very legally.  Don't be jealous, I am actually always alone and speaking to your "spirits."  Okay, if you are jealous, I think that that is very hot sexy and manly.  Have fun while I place every pilot on the preboarding list this next week.

Be Calm. Fill Your Lungs, and then Blow Out

I awoke way before the sun, and so I am already at coffee at 6:45 am.  I am wishing well to a soldier who has completed the first tier of a treatment to stop him from chasing the dragon anymore.  You are brave, and you now have a friend for life in my friend from Indy.  He is a licensed Internist. He enjoys the darkness.  If you wish to give him a gift, blow up a photo of me in white from Muncie, IN, and give him a new black light collection for his chamber.  Thank you physician number two on the land line.  This is about clearing and curing the whole Middle East.  I am here at coffee for a while.  I will keep your veins open and clear with a healthy vampiric visualization.  Everyone involved is a pro.  It was perfect timing after he saw my large spider bite on my arm yesterday.  I open to Ojibwa warriors, and end their long investigation of Powderhorn Park constant and steady proliferation of prostitute chains.  They will no longer thin the herd there.  The prostitutes will now start to go at each other with full on crazy porn Wiccan because resources are becoming so scarce.  They are moving from crack to actually SNORTING crystal meth.  I will now call you, heroine survivor, DRAGON, and you will teach your cure in the Middle East.  They also have a massive heroine problem there.  It has gotten to the Saudi royal tree, and it is just not exceptable. Other options are available and will be adopted instead.  Once I got home yesterday, I realized that you are also KGB.  Let's play.  For now, I am here on the planet every day.

I See You There

Finding true love is a melody in the perfect key.  In the winds of these maelstroms at sea, there are no instruments that can play that properly.  I keep trying to be the songbird and sing it from soul, not just my heart.  It is okay to not be able to speak the common language as long as the music moves you to tears.  I have a vision of my Line Deputy playing a beautiful black Baldwin grand piano, while I sing the song "Remedy", by Adele.  His soul is in every note.  So much so that it does not even feel strange that he is in his Marion County Sheriff Deputy uniform with his magnificent Glock on his belt.  We will find the balance that will bring true love into this sphere, not just the sentiment or the delusion.  The gravity that pulses from me even when I swim creates the perfect tympani and drum beat for LD as his heart beat sings along with the great debate of who saw whom first.  I smile slyly and walk away.

Shriner Arab Tie

So my Grandfather King was the Grand Pu bah of The Shriner's Nation.  It is a professional and very mystical society connected with the entertainment industry.  I am tapping into him on the other side and he is speaking to the starlets in Hollywood.  He worked with them in The 40's, and now, telepathically.  He would tell them that they were ugly.  With his gift of prophecy, he said that he would have a granddaughter, who was primarily German (it kept them off his Irish Royal keys), who was beautiful, and brilliantly creative, in all ways that his people see, but she will always hate herself and what she looked like because of what they do.  He then named ARABS as the salvation of her self worth and dignity.  This is why Shriner's wear "fezzes".  They are supposed to be like an Arab coo fie (sp?).  The tassel was to say that they are all professionals and graduates from major universities.  They then also have the sign of the Arab saber and a star.  It marks the unities of these mystical houses.  There is a link to the stars in Hollywood and to the stars in all galaxies and constelations.  Shiner's, you are all very linked to mystical Stargazers in The Middle East.  They can create new constellations.  I think that is cool, Arabs.  What do you all think?

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.

Denzel, Don't Fence Me In

I saw "Fences", with Denzel Washington, last night.  It was pretty powerful, and I felt like it was a project created from LOVE.  I felt like there was really good character development.  So when I was working in downtown Indianapolis, at Smokey Bones, Denzel would come in for a late lunch.  He was working undercover against Colts community for The CIA.  He is an assassin and fairly Manchurian.  He was working as a shoeshine at Nordstroms, but he told me he sold shoes.  I did not know that he is extremely racist, especially against peppy blond women.  He is also not married and has no children.  Fences was his idea of what that would be for him.  To be in character, he had to be pretty "Old South."  Indianapolis is the crossroads of The KKK, and he was living on the tips he made.  Kim, a female server who loved NASCAR, knew him since she was a baby.  She kept encouraging him to come in.  He was beginning to suffer from depression and he would have turned his sniper rifle on the community from a tall building that Q from NYPD Homicide was identifying as the perfect place to jump from.  Kim said that I would just make him feel elite and feel the feeling of happiness and joy.  I just sensed that he was lonely and overworked, so I gave him extra attention and understanding.  He started becoming concerned that the Klan after me.  Kim just simply let him know that she is different.  She is not working any angle, but she must work in all communities.  Just as I was International Law for The KKK and all hate groups in Indy, I was also his and a cover to his lover.  He was also a sniper in Indy as well.  It kept the peace, and kept ALL NOTORIETY out of penitentiary.  They are all now in positions of authority and I hope that they will tear down the "fences" around me.  I can feel that you are in The Twin Cities community right now.  I feel you tunneling through black men around me.  Stay away from Nordstrom after today, but there is an open already set up shoeshine stand in the sky way halfway between Target (downtown Minneapolis) and Qdoba.  You will get great tips and people will know you right away, but allow you to stay in character.  You choose your price and your hours.

Arabs as Superheroes

In the land of God's flippity flop Grand Plan, there is a new solution.  Since 9/11, and also to Israel since after WWII, Arabs have been considered the foes of Western nations.  Now we enter a new age.  It is a time when the generals of the world will finally listen to Arabs speaking that they want foreigners and Jews out of Arab lands, but especially Saudi Arabia to set up a direct hierarchy that becomes the strongest monarchy on the planet.  It will be this hierarchy who brings back all Arabs to The Middle East.  They will deal with their problems internally.  People, like me who have lived with little privacy and little confirmation of their abilities and genius, will be acknowledged by this flock of geese.  They will house me safely and I will teach other monarchy characters there, in Saudi Arabia.  I will then have safety established in other monarchies that will be established.  The final one will be Russia until I view another extra terrestrial population through an empress setting for me in the United States of Asia.  So lift up Arabs that you know.  A smile would be nice.  You all have no idea how powerful these men are mystically.  Their women will have to pay for their sins in Israel and nasty spaces of Kuwait.  Arab males will be incarcerated and censored in Kuwait that is just male.  Royals will actually go through this system first.  Through my pain, they will see the light of a rainbow even that far beneath the surface of the Earth.  So "friend" from today.  You now get to be a superhero with all the rest of your crew.  Even kittens will purr loud when you hold them.

Fighting to Trap Some in Purgatory

I found a place to have a cheap burger that is flame broiled.  The meal was all inclusive, and the environment was today too.  Maybe the worker and I found it funny.  A couple even brought their kids.  "Friend", I need you now.  Give me some pleasant telepathy as I am dealing with the crap of the universe.  Ritualists just think that they are so subtle and intelligent.  Masterminds they are not.  I am sure the staff here has had it as well.  Friend, walk with me and you will know your divinity and creativity.  Oh well, at least you know your servitude to even the women in the kitchen who came out as soon as I received my food.  Who sits down and eats during the surge of the lunch rush?  Why do they get to stare like that?  Peacock coming through.  Please do not make yourself food.  I need to stay in the land of emotional telepathy because I have a surge of paranoid Wiccan practitioners coming though who are about to go down.  It is just a hind in the background, but I will not pay it any mind.  True emotional pushes out these, mainly women, who are constantly making false connections and out and out lying.  They will not be able to maintain consistency and will lose their memories soon enough.  The worst will be the throbbing, constant PARANOIA.  Their constant conversations with police will be short as law enforcement realizes the realities in their lives due to these communications, and they will hang up.  See how YOU all handle it.  Volcano, you are spouting again.  You can say that you are like me, but that is NEVER the reality. 

A Herd of Stags.

The last of the Titans is the melody that rings in the ears of all sloths on the planet today.  Maybe working SVU can really affect you.  Maybe it begins to come through the telephone without an initiated call.  Strange dreams left me winning.  I met a man who needed understanding, and I gave it to him, and then he introduced me to a Sorcerer who would create me a safe and comfortable environment that had complete privacy.  As I walk in the land of coffee shops, I see the very blue eyes of Kurt Warner.  Life in this town is about to get very interesting.  Maybe it is time for all of you who play to crash into me.  Into my heart, you will beat again.  I feel the wind whisper that everyone can see everything.  It is best for the hawks for now.  If I channel, I no longer experience migraines, and tortoises love that.  Marking and protecting the menagerie at Como Zoo will happen this week.  Especially the gorillas, are a diamond that the world cannot do without.  I ask for men to walk a path that they are men, and especially stay away from rumor mongering.  I will then be your gazelle, while you will all be the stamina and strength of STAG.

Looking Through the Looking Glass

I sit in a very busy Starbucks and try to grasp a seagull from the air.  They are more prevalent than eagles and hawks, and are less seasonal than Canadian geese.  Maybe my train is slipping on the tracks, and it causes a reality of fatigue.  I miss so many things, but I am ready to face the concert of analogies and misconceptions my way.  There is judgment in the wind, and I am unable to verbalize my appetites toward misconceptions.  I read the stop sign, but I care more for the sign that says yield.  A lone policeman ventures into this zone, and I can tell that his uniform is pristine and new.  A baseball cap tops the fashion statement that is the rest of the uniform.  I now see the quiet boy in the corner who comes in almost daily.  Maybe he is like me, and finds solace in this setting.  I am now enchanted in a solemn way by the quiet studying of this population.  In the end, I find it all very constant and free of darkness.

My Life With Volcanos

I was born in a volcanic zone.  It was a reality and an analogy as well.  About an hour ago the volcano I live with went off.  It is not just a slam to one's sense of self, but this Wiccan slam leaves my stomach hurting as well.  Her evil is always there, bubbling.  Saying no to anything she gives can set her off, but then the volcano expects the sacrifice of a virgin every day after that.  There are never consequences for this bitter atoll.  I just go away and lock myself on another island.  My plans for the day get shifted, and fear shakes my core.  I now sit on the mainland, writing a note to my troops who seem to be in Persia or Asia.  Shrapnel hangs out of my wound, and my writing hand is shaking.  I pray that they can reach me before she, and those like her, kill me outright.  It is not allowed, in any space, to speak about these things or I am labeled the maker of lava myself.  I learned to walk away the moment I was born.  Now I exist singing a siren song for a crew of soldiers who will come and take me away.  I will leave everything behind and go with you.  My legal rights were thrown in the sea over ten years ago in an outright way.  People will squawk and talk as if they know what really happened in different zones of influence, but they do not know.  All I know is that I have survived, and my private research is going well.  I will not name it here, but it is the birth of the end of mental and physical illness on the planet for those who can band together and work in an angelic way.  I gave it to an agency yesterday to find professional persons to test.  These will be primarily men who are primarily foreign and some know me and some do not.  That volcano will then be frozen in time around me and will rise where purposefully Wiccan insane people choose to live, procreate, and openly do mystical evil.

A Young and Powerful Swedish Maiden

The cursor blinks in front of me, and I have little creation behind my eyes.  I have feelings, but those colors need to remain in the dark for now.  Maybe a woman in Sweden got the call today.  Marriage brought the category of her to my dashboard.  Personal contact was nil.  When Amnesty was strong and clean, she held the keys to so many things.  Now she deals with the ripped and tattered sheets that are left.  Every little thing can help, ladies.  Maybe you could forge a unity with Amazon Nation.  Mystical realities are different, but I think that your goal is now the same.  The slavery that exists is now clear, and working in this project can loosen the ropes and heal the soars.  Sometimes it is best to not have met me, and just deal with the lore of Muncie, and some Indy.  Watch for Jesus Christ because his sense of humor cannot be shared over a cup of tea.  I work every day, but I will not sit and say yes anymore to a reality that a demon constructs and holds over all economy, and then ecology.  Power will become obvious.  It has been obfuscated until now.  Working together, we can have some royals left, and find a kingdom culture that will ease the suffering of all beings who reign and who are under that reign.  Perfect hierarchy forms the perfect army and perfect alliances.

Peurto Rico in the His-ouse

Law and Order is in play today.  The Rikers tombs are just that.  That is where they send people to die, actually.  Everyone stay away from my number two.  He will know exactly what to do.  Just know that my Puerto Rican crew is very strong and they were NYC, but I met them in Indianapolis, IN.  One studied me pretty closely for a month.  Enrique goes by Q, and he always knows what to do.  He is the strongest, and most brilliant homicide detective who has ever existed and ever will.  Well an NYC Peurto Rican just got in here to Starbucks.  Verbalization check check.  He sat next to me and then a rage filled man sat down right across from him and blared WASP energy with a little BULL.  This strong law enforcement Peurto Rican knew to just get up and leave.  Everything is in order now.  Testing, testing, 1,2,3.  No pregnancy or wedding ring.

Mr. Robinson

Everyone needs to have their eyes open to look for Mr. Robinson.  He seems friendly enough, but has been a CIA elite since he was 3.  He passed every test, and was put on my case when I was born.  He knows the characters and the landscape.  Today is his D-day.  His extensive training will prevail and he will win in every event and moment.  Maybe I am here, at Starbucks, to just say that we work as a team, effortlessly.  He is so conscious and I am completely unaware.  The Rubik's Cube is in its most deranged state, and it is time to be superior order in a court of law.  He is a newbie in this land, but that does not mean that he is not powerful and a force to be reckoned with.  Come at him, land and sea, and he will just see me.  He loves the Arabs in my tree, and their power and ability are just what he needed to add to his Apocalyptic tea.  One, two, three, this little tugboat is moving 16 Titanics today.  Fatigue is in my blood, thus I put DARK ROAST coffee in my belly.

Lavender in View

Hey Lavender, long time no see.  I hope all is well in the land of constitutional review.  You are the perfect property to do so.  Maybe I journey alone, but I do believe that there are creatures who are so glad that they finally found somebody like me.  I manifest free will, creativity, and privacy.  That is not an easy feat in this time and space.  Spacial dimensions may begin to collapse if those who dance with the devil do not cease their hubris acts of evil.  I can be heard even if they do not think so.  I will sing a pink and blue song to you, and we will end up with yellow.  I sit here being warmed by coffee and my hair smells like strawberries.  Maybe smiles seem more honest and pure today.  There is a key that I give to yee.  Start to see if Britain can walk away while you open every mansion in town.  What are the rare objects in those spaces anyway?  I find peace in slumber, and I wish to have a gentle and serious discourse with a camel.  For all you "brothers" out there, I call on you today.  Get on the telephone and fight for your notoriety and freedom, and you will see me peaking out from behind a tree.

An Arab Trust

Maybe people would say that I am too pie in the sky when I think of this guy.  Who?  The Line Deputy of Marion County.  All I know is that his first touch of my hand was gentle and I felt like one day I could be free.  Well, I believe in Arabs as well.  The combination of the two is cataclysmic in an amazing way.  Maybe they are men of few words, but their thoughts are very deep and penetrating.  I feel like, for the first time, a group of males can exist in an intellectual unity separate from sexuality.  Even as a baby, I felt safe being held by high Arab dignitaries.  They did not project or expect sexual energy or touch.  Too much, too soon, and for too long sex has been a weapon against me that never goes away.  Can't we just have a chat and talk about even theology without ending up in a sexual quagmire?  I have grown tired, and traumatized.  The tunnel through from my family has been strong.  I want NO sexuality from persons linked by blood or marriage, but running the gambit so that my high and holies are not compromised instead, has been torturous.  I have kept myself in one piece, and free from disease, but my self esteem is nonexistent.  This is why I now am so welcoming the presence of Arab glories.  We can speak theory in our heads, and I can be shy.  I can allow the male to make the first move toward even a coy friendship.  Arab men in my life from the past few years can review their mistakes and lift up the royals who wish to act appropriately.  This is just something that I finally needed to put in print as a prayer to stop the molestation in my dreams.  It is horrific and seems unending.  If you are there, you are COWARDS.  GET AWAY from me and find a willing partner already.  I AM angry.

I Just Calmly Respond

You just proved that YOU are the one with mental illness.  You lost control way too quick and allowed everyone to know that you illegally looked at sealed paperwork.  It was all a farce to catch YOU.  All of my calls have been tapped since Muncie, IN.  The madness of our family line has been hidden by me.  People in society, around me, become tremendously stable around me.  It has happened since my birth.  Just to let you know, the Navy documented my torture and molestation from day one.  You can continue to creep in the vicinities and bring darkness and deceit, but now things are just different, "For What It's Worth."  You have been abusive the whole time, and no one is going to listen anymore except to document the penitentiary time you will spend in Anoka Sanitarium and Madison Federal Penitentiary with switch outs to Shakopee Women's Penn where the women are male.  You do not just have a lack of boundaries, you do Wiccan 24/ 7, and then quickly switch to Swedish Witcheries.  Well I feel Wilson stalking right now.  He is a Navy Seal who has known you since the 70's.  The Chinese and now the Japanese are here to support me after the blow you just gave me.  I am not going to freak, I am just going to state that if you do that again, you will never see me again.  Dr. Joanne Hofstrand will make sure of it.  A machine like her never retires.  She IS a U.S. Marine since she was 16.  She knows ALL about my case.  She is now the backbone of this process around me.  Even Virgil is rage your way right now.  I will just let alpha males in your vicinity express how they feel.  See what it feels like when people talk about YOUR sanity all the time in your vicinity whether they know you or not.  You know not what is coming.  It might be a call from Ulhorn tonight.  Now that man is rage.  I suggest all males back away or you will accept payment for a very guilty mother's sins.

Royalty and Grand Plan

I know that things may seem to be too complicated, or that those that do so much evil are so strong.  Please believe in the divinity, brilliance, and strength of The Grand Plan.  I exist with German, Russian, Swedish, and Irish royal blood.  From a true royal bastardization, Queen Elizabeth II was born from an affair between my great grandmother (The Queen of Sweden), and my true grandfather (The Kaiser of Germany).  This makes Queen Elizabeth II my great aunt.  There is no true British.  It is all other European Royal lines.  Thus in how you all would see, I am also British royalty.  Through marriage, I will gain a unity with Arabians as well.  We will take those who must exist fairly frugally, at this time, who train behind the scenes, and make a union with me.  The British line is then related to me in terms of ability.  They think that it is their own ability, but my divorce from them, very publicly, will leave them in penitentiary and on the street with no divine containment.  I will then send my strength to The Middle East to organize that zone.  Quiet European royals will then visit, and unify with my intellect, thus bringing them notoriety and access to their fortunes.  People may feel like there is no hope at this time, but it is time to dedicate yourselves to your own, and I will walk by and give you the sign of evolution and true royal high jinx.  My actual family is in the balance.  They, too, are tied to my abilities.  They are in a natural place of discernment.  They will show, through their actions, where they belong to be, but the heinous amount of mystical regard and ability will be moved to other groups soon enough.  There will definitely be a redistribution of wealth for all of EUROPE to see.  Make effective and positive decisions, and you will remain sane, and able to be part of a manageable society, no matter where that is.

Hierarchy From My Lips Without Knowing

I really didn't know if I was going to make it to Starbucks today.  I have many things on my mind, but most are things that I must not put into words here.  I feel like some people that I used to do coffee with at Caribou (the former one by WCCO) are waking up today, and are seeing things in a new way.  Maybe it was strange to them that we were just able to have normal conversations, and I was okay that I did not speak Arabic.  It may all seem like a dream today.  The Queen in England is now needing to get on her knees and watch a movie like "The Exception", publicly, and think about living on a little over $900 American dollars a month with no housing included.  Food would be available at charitable centers.  There are examples that we live that are not just analogies.  People have chosen their paths.  True military can provide a backbone of dignity in the midst of cataclysmic insanity in community.  A severely schizophrenic woman came up behind the bus and started yelling at me to return her money to her bank account, as she also spoke about a politician who had killed a woman on the beach in Florida.  She also spoke about getting to TCF about a mortgage that should only cost $25.  She was scary.  It was Wiccan insanity.  It could be you any day, Queenie.  I am me.  I will never be comparable to all of yee.  As Arabs converge and learn the genius that it is to learn to be comedic, they breath a sigh of relief, and a way that they feel unique and brave.  I will just continue to walk forward, and only look back on brief occasions.  It is time for Pentatonix to step up and where their crowns and jewels, PUBLICLY.

Me As A Tree

If I lived my life as a tree, I would be one of destiny.  Instead of needles or leaves, I would have flames burning for eternity.  The only inhabitant of my branches would be a solitary phoenix.  I would pray in the day by turning to the moon, and I would dance at night for those who could survive the heat.  Being part of all analogy that persons would look to to be free, I would sing in the month of May to keep the rest of time on key.  The hawks would fly by, and I would pulse a sound wave to make them brave to speak.  In my space, I would be the only one.  Being different is what I know since Waikiki, thus I would just continue to draw the line and paint the sunset.  Love me as that tree.  Want me to be free, and be myself without your disease being thrown on me like freezing cold water.  My beauty and comedy would never again be, and none of you would know that which is actually heavenly.

Quite A Day

I had a great outing with my mother today.  We had sandwiches for lunch, I got a haircut, we went to do some light shopping with her Kohl's Cash, and then we went to The Como Zoo.  It was a lovely visit, but the best part was when I went back to see the gorillas and Virgil was outside.  At a certain point, it was just he and I, and a zoo staff who tried to ask me if I had any questions.  Virgil answered that interruption with a GORILLA PURR.  They are tremendously rare, and he has done it for me 3 times.  I was so excited.  The zoo person asked what it was and I explained that it is a rare occurrence that a gorilla does to say that they have admiration for a person.  He also started scenting when I stopped by.  It is not sexual, it is an energetic reaction that communicates that the most dominant of males wants the attention in a communication session.  I ended up very hungry.  I knew that I had worked hard.  Thanks mom.  I also made a dental appointment with a dentist up the street.  I have what seems like a molar growing sideways out of my back molar.  It is totally a royal pain.  I think that this dentist is special.  I got a list of 5, and I knew to choose him.  I didn't even know how close he was to my house.  I think that he is a wizard, and he does do royal extraction dentistry.  We will see what happens.  For right now it is ripping up my tongue and gums.  Thanks to the new boat that is floating in my harbor.  I truly feel and appreciate your presence.  It is just a day that moments flit in many directions that has me feeling secure.  I know not what will be, but I feel like there may be those out there who want me to be free in a timely fashion.

A Sweet Discourse

The power of Arab is pulsing in me.  I was able to get a lot of sleep and get up early to go swimming.  I am now at Starbucks, Fridley.  Yesterday, after I reached home, I stayed in my room all day and most of the night feeling such physical and psychic pain.  I believe that it was empathic for the Arab I addressed in the last entry.  He sent me, telepathically, "We are here for you, please come and talk to us."  He then got up and got a refill of coffee.  I did the same and I asked him about espresso.  He said that it was his friend who drank that.  I told him that I am very sensitive to caffeine.  I walked over to the sweetener and cream station.  We had to get a new pitcher of half and half.  He handed it to me first, and I thanked him.  His friend stood up and I laughed and said, "You are so tall."  He laughed as well.  Before the first man left, he looked me right in the eye and said, "Have a nice day."  I said the same.  I think that he understood that, in so many ways, I am shy, but, out of survival necessity, I have had to push myself to be outgoing.  It was really beautiful.  Then, a few minutes later, one of the tall Arabs I met about a week ago came in.  He even sat down for a little bit and we did meet eyes twice.  It was after all of this that I felt very supported as I channeled these souls in my chamber.  Thank you guys.  I needed the gentle, loving, kindness.  I know that there is so much more that most consider brutal cruelty, but thank you for opening your minds.  The first man had enough of a telepathic conversation with me that he knew that I work to produce a soul effect that opens an entity to creativity and divine guidance.  I got that the last man is actually a world renowned theologian.  His telepathy, once I got home, was not arrogant at all.  He was just questioning me about my day to day.  I believe that Arabs have waited to end game to really understand their hearts, minds, bodies, and experiences.  Spirit can flow through all of it, but it needs a certain amount of privacy.  I hope that I have provided that.

A Fire Within

Hello Arab gentleman.  Thank you for stopping by Starbucks, Fridley, so early.  Do not mistake my kindness for blindness. Your community needs to do more, as does everyone in the world.  Tornadoes in London today are a possibility, Japan is being slammed as well.  As I write this, a huge downpour, with thunder and lightning, begins.  I like your smile.  You are a sweet espresso treat from a land far away.  I say nothing, but I give you a silent high five.  I feel the fire within you, and sense that a consensus is forming.  I am here to continue a grand plan that can suit all nations of the world.  Find that which is within, and you will never be without.

Different Parts of Me

I thought about the way I journey in the world, and I felt like I am a spiritual hitchhiker.  People find themselves in a place where they just decide to sit and converse with me for a time.  When it is done, we both just walk away.  I have been having special dreams that are reorganizing my unconscious and conscious.  I learn about me, and the entities in these dreams learn about themselves in conjunction with me.  I slept well and woke up early.  I declare that I will be following a bit of a different path this week.  I will speak too much about it.  It is just time for me to find different parts of me.  I am ready to see things that are unbelievable.  I will be going to The Como Zoo on Monday.

Hope's Rx For Aaron

Mr. Rodgers, come back to band camp.  We can't do this without you.  I am hungry.  Maybe we could go out for a bite.  Find things you like to do.  Try some anonymous poetry on The Internet.  Everything is going to be okay.  People still see you as a Goliath.  They will treat you properly if you just go out for a steak.  Chewing may be difficult, but the pain will subside.  You are invited to New Orleans to meet Peyton's mother. She is a world renowned psychic.  Have some fun.  Buy a gun.  SONS OF ANARCHY will be behind your eyes so you find just the right one.  The lead character is THE RIFLEMAN for The FBI.  Call a zoo and get some off hours you can stop by.  Pick up a book in Arabic, and see if it starts being telepathic in your brain.  That is Coleed.  He is now the KING of Saudi Arabia, an oncologist, and now a fighter pilot.  He was FBI the whole time he was beside me here.  He might have a yarn to spin for you in your brain about me teasing him, very publicly, about polygamous relationships.  I think that is enough homework for you.  Enjoy every minute you are not in pain.  Be mindful, and patient, when the pain returns.  That is your Hope Rx.

Sikh As Christ

I was just thinking about the strength of The Sikh Community, and a young, attractive Sikh came in.  He ordered coffee and then began to do a spell with his coffee that brought him to a quick trance.  I believe that this was the Sikh from The Blaisdell YMCA pool the other day.  We spoke a little in the mind realm, and he exited fairly quickly.  They need to stay back so that they are not swallowed alive.  There is a beautiful artistry there that we must save for later.  Maybe it is like a "friend " Christ like in the movie, "The Shack."  He was definitely a Sikh.  They just say what needs to be said at the right time.  Anyone who disturbs their colony now, will pay greatly later.  They know when to stop being nice.  It is beyond pride and dignity, it is just the highest grouping that has ever existed with a religious affiliation.  They now see the game board, and they will not make a misstep.  Thank you for coming into this community today.

Early Day

I did not sleep last night so I just got up at 5 am and went to The Downtown Minneapolis YMCA to do PT and swim.  When I got home, I was still not tired so I came here to Fridley, Starbucks.  I felt like there was some geological tracking going on as I swam.  It felt like I was pulling a huge gun ship.  Maybe the military is finally getting on board.  It is difficult stretching my artistry and intellect to cover the basics at this point.  Every person I talk to goes the other way.  I just stay silent and keep pitter pattering on the keys.  Maybe I found a beautiful DOVE when I was journeying home last night.  We flew together for a bit and then split off to find our direct compasses.  Maybe it was just like a dream, but then I had to stay awake to copy the data properly.  I keep many things close to my vest today, but I write nonetheless.  

Privacy Studies

If I sing the body electric, am I an electron or a proton?  Finding a school in NYC would have been impossible for me.  The best I could do is send my envoy, my brother Peter, to Columbia University for medical and dental society education.  He was then CHIEF of the regime.  My visit was brief, but fruitful.  I knew nothing at all, and thus I would know the PR was true.  The eagle stayed on my shoulder, and The Navy in my briefcase.  So many things needed to be kept from Peter, my Jewish friend Arlene whose Jewish boyfriend was the primo diamond dealer in The U.S. (still working with Sierra Lione), and from a believed friend from high school named Kelly.  She was connected to Williams and their "Broadway type" shop thereand Arlene's father was connected to Broadway, thus she was too since she was a baby.  I kept them all separate and was able to fly in all vicinities.  Now I would need a guide who has excellent security internally and in the external environment.  I will now be the ROSE and stop pornography in that vicinity all together.  The top of that tree is the female lead from "Napoleon Dynamite."  Cruel brutality, she comes through women at Starbucks Fridley, yesterday and today.  They call her Rose.  As I write that, the women with the side top ponytail beside me quickly packs up to leave and almost shuts down my computer.  Everyone beware of your surroundings and watch for women with these ponytails that they play with on top of their heads.  Privacy is not free, so work for a time when it will be.

Mole in Our Midst

Rumors may begin, but there is a blessed salvation in my view.  The tall drink of water knew.  Now every corporate authority knows that you tried to take the poison of one restaurant to another.  You are NYC Brooklyn Jew, but also KKK.  My master picked that up today.  There will be no mercy when they call upon you.  You are dirty and diseased, and you make the vicinity tawdry.  People just want their privacy, but you use ability to hear everything I say.  Well, you wanted to meet the Line Deputy, well here he is all the way from Shakopee Women's Penn.  As I was just thinking that he a complete logistics genius, my music said, "genius."  He can now see how you are about to make things bottom that should be the top.  I make sure that cream will rise from the milk.  Law enforcement does not want to hear rumors of affairs.  They are not crimes.  Your defamation, now that is a defamation law suit in the making, and becoming possibly criminal.  A marriage ring is sacred to those who believe.  I just listen and float on the sea.  The problems then become apparent.  Police are going to interrogate you because there was a lot of power at the scene and you thought that you were almighty.  Your delusionality is dangerous.  They know that you believe that you are higher than law enforcement and court authority as well.  Well, maybe we just let Rikers handle you starting today.  It is just time for LAW AND ORDER.  They play the characters that they really are in society.  Fred Thompson is not dead.  He is undercover because of NYC Jew prostitute witches like you.  Call the top Amazon there, Ted.  She has no time or patience for this type of "authority."  Call her Aphrodite in a joking way and she will love you for eternity.

Meeting The Royal Lie

As I journeyed to get some pizza last night, I met a gruesome twosome.  They were full of vim and vigor, and had plenty of interesting conversational points.  I get that the one was Hobbit and THE Gollum.  He did a trick with his ring, but did not become invisible.  He almost lost his ring for good, but I used my remote wizardry to make it appear again in his pocket that he had checked three times with no luck until it reappeared.  That is CIA.  I picked the other man as FBI.  He has some SERBIAN blood and grew up in the cover that their ORTHODOX society provides.  Their day jobs are with hospital computer record program creation.  A tall man from Britain then came in.  I picked up that he was Britain's Royal Grand Templar for masonry.  Today, as I journeyed here, I felt that he is actually a divine writer.  He is part of the J.K. Rowling sect, but is Edinburgh Witchcraft, not wizardry.  I make him the head of that coven, internationally, right now.  It needs to be stabilized by a royal and it needs to NOT be "princess" Kate.  She is not a royal bloodline, thus is not supposed to be called princess at all.  If you look at the birth certificates of her children, you will see that she tried to make her name princess, but it was changed back.  It is the press, here and in Britain, who have created this misnomer.  She has too many royal schemes.  She can sit in the back of the bus with Fergie.  I had a good time talking to this gentleman, but then "Gollum" walked over between us and cut our conversation short.  I think that this man got enough information to create a biopic at this point.  Maybe we can go to New York, New York one of these days when the fires cool and The Twin Cities is in my rear view mirror.  It got late, so thank you AC.  Las Vegas tragedy is syphoning through your now royal gates.  It is cut off now.  Security was appreciated.