The Man in The Corner

The other day, I was at the Starbucks at The IDS Crystal Court, and I saw Mike Zimmer.  I gave him his privacy and only spoke with my mind.  I sent an email through WCCO that I did see and recognize him.  I then sent an intuitive reading.  I let him know that it is the jousting that rests deep in his heart that needs to breathe again in his relations with other men.  Honor and dignity are what is most important to be observed by people lower in the hierarchy than him.  I promised that, as a fair maiden, if he won the competition, he could have coffee with me at my writing spot, a Starbucks coffee.  I insured that our public showing would be private in many ways.  Well, I just came to coffee at The Starbucks at The Downtown Target.  He must have won because he was sitting right there when I got here.  I made a sweet comment about his hat and then talked to him about NASCAR a bit.  We spoke telepathically with one person between us.  He got up to leave and I wished him a Happy New Year and told him to be safe on those slick streets.  He smiled and wished me the same.  I think there is a roaring lion being birthed in this individual and he is not going to sit down and take it anymore.  I clap quietly in the corner.

A Dream Being the Beginning of a Whole New World Order

I had a brilliant and exciting dream.  In reality, around extrication, helicopters almost crash around me because the abilities, even of the pilots, go against me.  Wind whips up with multiple witcheries.  Last night, I heard the helicopter in my dream and then I saw that it was moving like a dragonfly.  They stand for illusion, and master the ability of levitation for speed control.  It moved in and out until it picked me up, actually.  Finally.  I have waited my whole life for this.  Then the real time spiritual wall broke down.  I could speak my truth about tunnel through, and everyone had read the whole script up to then.  We had a party and it kept breaking into different groups, one more deceitful then the one before.  I did not just stand back and watch poor me TV.  I spoke my mind and my truth and got them to really think about where they were going.  I became very aware of my power and ability to handle it all.  We were to have turkey for our meal, and we caught a drug company trying to poison it.  I delegated a family doctor to take care of it.  I have always been a great hostess.  I became fatigued, at a certain point, and I called out for my Line Deputy from MC.  I felt like crying about feeling alone and scared on top, and missing him terribly.  I also knew that I needed Sheriff Stanek, in vicinity, as soon as possible.  He knows the rules of the trade, and I can delegate to him.  I called in Arlene yesterday through her medical school.  She is no longer compromised, and will trade a new found sobriety for life itself.  No more internet for you, ever again, Arlene.  Clean up and be one of the mighty.  If you stay dirty you will fall into the reality of nothingness as your legacy.  This dream was far to real for words.  I can lead in this state without a "cohost," but I prefer and deserve a beautifully matched partner and hierarchy.

Waking Up Christ

I had a very powerful dream last night.  Robert Deniro was in it.  He was like a perverted curmudgeon.  There was unwanted touch.  The reason it was unwanted was because he was verbalizing how much he hated me and said other demeaning things.  I think my father, and other family members have his ear, but more recently my ex Jeff.  In the dream, Jeff had an ICP duo, one with a black leather jacket with a black clown face on it, attack me sexually to shut me down, terrify me, and to demean.  My cell phone had not rung for weeks in this dream, and Jeff called and then my phone and Robert Deniro's phone rang.  Jeff explained that people in Hollywood had been getting my calls for about a year and a half.  (Well The Hell's Angels, through Son's of Anarchy, will answer that call today.  Have fun, Jeff.  You have no unity at all.)  He thought that my pariahdom was absolutely hilarious.  By the end of this dream I was floating through the air and looking into green plastic tethers and I could see Jeff's form.  I then screamed at him, "Why can't you just face me, Jeff?  Are you so afraid of me that you can't just face me?  Be a real man and show yourself to me.  I will not be afraid of you.  You scare and torture me all the time.  This jugalo knows that it is all absurd.  I know that jugalo means that you killed me more than just a little bit.  What part of Resurrection do you not understand?  We made you an unrecognizable Christ who died by crucifixion for a reason.  WAKE UP!!!"

Vikings Play

Today I will watch the Vikings and Bears game.  Just think, I am sure that Vikings hunted Bears back in the day.  It is time for them to HUNT again, and stop the stalking all over me.  Rudolph, my gift of sight is for you today.  I suggest that you envision clapping your hands together with gymnast chalk before each play even if you wear gloves.  It will make you more aerobatic.  You can also think of marking your palms with blue pool cue chalk.  You can mark it with a K.  Then, if anyone is knocked out, it won't be you.  It will also make strange angle plays come to you, and be caught by you.  In the end, you will see table salt pouring over you in the stadium which will turn to snow.  That will give you a weather ability, and you can deliver the wins to all the good little boys and girls, but NOT have a shiny red nose.  Kirk, keep the ball close to you.  They are going to try to strip it with any opportunity they can get.  Wiccan mystical play is afoot there.  Heads up, coaching staff, Brad Childres is stalking the entire squad.  Keep him at bay.  This is serious business, but I think that we can have fun if you put you left foot in, your left foot out and your right foot in, your right foot out, and then you do the hoky poky and you turn yourself around.  NO ONE is going to the poky (jail) today.  Griffin, take your medication already, or you will be censored by the satanism of The NFL.  What starts in football, stays in football.

Sky Way Starbucks

Today I decided to do something different.  I am writing at The Crystal Court IDS Sky way, Starbucks.  There is a cold wind today, but at least it is not wet.  I feel the heinous amounts of Wiccan confusion in the air today.  There is so very little I can do to battle this.  Switching venues will hopefully help.  A lot of people just walk by.  One group that comes through down here is fraternity, internationally.  A few of these powerful RAMS have already walked through.  Next door to this Starbucks is One, Two, Three Sushi.  One day I went in for some lunch, and I happened to meet the owner.  I spoke to him a bit about Waikiki, and I saw enough to know that he was head Yakuza.  He made sure that everything was up to my standards, and was very polite.  On the bus today, I met a strong cross Native.  His telepathy was very strong and clear.  They are looking into some incidents in the 70's and 80's having to do with my family, more specifically, my father.  They are sick of being used and abused.  They trying to organize their hierarchy in a way that they can all exist as one.  It is time for people to check their p's and q's to find the door of reality in their realm and space.  Attack if you will, but we will just hold up a very powerful mirror for you as you say heinous things about us.  Sheer stupidity is your only quality, and you were never kind and compassionate.  Corporate power will march to a steadier and more powerful beat as a feudal lord society comes to be.  Military will only listen to the almighties of their reality.  Coups will be internationally illegal, thus, military, if you choose that, we will sentence you to torture and death within your own vicinity.  We will never occupy again, but use tunnel through and very powerful Native spells to keep our world clean, and your reality no longer subtle.  I will now just observe and see what comes. 

Haiku for You

I have been on Christmas holiday for a few days.  I am hungry to write something that connects me.  I thought that if I came to Fridley Starbucks, something would weave a new dream.  I had a really good swim last night.  I went later so there was very little activity in the pool.  I ran into the Japanese trinity who I see there sometimes.  We took a hot tub together yesterday.  It is the aging grandfather (he says hello in English and goodbye as well as he bows my way), the aging grandmother (she swats him on the bootie after he talks to me and splashes him with water), and the dutiful granddaughter.  The grandmother got out of the hot tub, and she sat on the side until I got out.  I felt very protected.  I know what an honor that is.  It was funny because a few days ago I saw Isles of Dogs.  It was a Japanese animated movie.  It had light Japanese humor to it that was really cool.  Maybe people are rearranging their thoughts about what is real and what is not.  I stay quiet in this moment as my train feels like it took the wrong tracks in my sleep.  I just know that Asia, especially Japan, is coming on board today.  It is difficult to discuss lineage lines in a royal market.  I will just say that I had Japanese blood around me, from birth, but I have no Asian (or any other minority) blood in my bloodstream, but I have had it all tunnel through affecting my thinking patterns, learning styles, and verbalizations.  Japan has been a key at keeping me the me I wish to be.  The trees of deceit will never create anything of their own.  I bring a piece of chalk and a ruler to the learning board every day, and start with a perfect equilateral triangle.  Beyond that, a compass can draw a perfect circle inside.  THAT was my idea on Waikiki.  Others lay claim to my project, but they change it just enough to not make me rage every day.  The thought process of Haiku was taught to me right away after birth, and is celebrated in Isle of Dogs.  I will celebrate that artistry with you by sharing my haiku Balance with you.  The butterfly flies.  Feathers of a heron dance.  Be well with balance.  Take this haiku into your heart and be kind to the wild birds in your vicinity.

Feeling the New Year Arriving

Today is a kind of quiet day.  I am at Starbucks just putting a few words on the page.  People are coming and going, and I had a Starbucks reward I could use, so I had a breakfast sandwich.  I don't know how long this is going to hold out, but my sleep as returned to a normal pattern.  The day holds a lot of characters passing by.  I am excited to see my family tomorrow.  I wish I had some little Christmas ditty to share, but my Christmas spirit is a little flat.  My life has been such an open book.  For this New Year, I wish for some privacy and comfort.  I wish for a break for those who can eventually stand beside me.  I wish for the music to return to me.  There is a conversation I wish to have with so many, but I need them to stay stable in society.  I will continue to visit my normal spots.  I will, again, feel grateful for my YMCA membership and other help from my insurance.  I will see my dentist in a few weeks.  I am finally becoming aware of the rapid healing ability I have, and my regeneration gift too.  I will forever be different, but I will meet those who can groove well with my popular percussion beat.  I laughed today, in a joyful way, at Cody Matz's Christmas Sweater yesterday, and even more jolly sweater and Santa hat, today.  Now I will just groove with the people who are coming through positively.  Taking down a major restaurant corp. on top of the FBI is the bliss I have brought the world this year.  Darden, forever will be my destiny to guide economy above any law enforcement entity, but less than military.  Aaron Rodgers, you are the king of interview messages of positivity.  Kirk Cousins, I watch with bated breath.

I Call The Grim Reaper

Blue Eyes, it has been Fridley all along.   This intersection of restaurants and shops was planned me on Waikiki.  There is enough overlap to promote confusion, and eventually bring about a breakdown in THEIR hierarchy.  Your crew can clean up easily from now on.  I took a strong Wiccan bite the other night, but now they will never even be heard in a court of law.  We will take them all to Lino Lakes Sex Offender program.  We will then experiment on them psychiatrically.  I think it is time to focus on FEMALE castration.  I am sure that the Line Deputy has some ideas.  If I sound angry, I definitely am.  I have to smile and walk away from humiliation in all settings.  Look at my apartment complex.  Ladies, just know that I hold the heart of Africa in my hands, and if you try to sully my reputation anymore, they WILL stand up and protest in Hennepin County courts, AND take care of it behind the scenes.  Because you all are such liars, we will have a court room in the actual Hennepin County Medical Center campus.  It will show that you are both dangerous and sick and twisted to others, and tremendously psychiatrically from birth.  Kelly Muse is in vicinity.  She is Darden boss now while I'm away.  She sees the stalking you were all doing when I was there in Indianapolis.  Now she knows the dedication I had to have to work there and write on line at the same time.  I should be such a misogynist, but I am still polite and friendly to women, very openly.  I am very conscious that I prefer the company of men, but I do not make women feel out of place in mixed company.  There is a hidden campus to it all in another major metropolitan community, but I will keep that card face down.  We are doing some legal jimmying to make sure that warlockery does not take over our jails and asylums.  It will make work their torturous because it is terrifying, and guards will go away from all responsibilities, especially boundarying the inmates.  They will also be judged mentally ill.  Eventually warlockery will win because so much Wiccan has been practiced in these places.  Those realms will then be cut off from my kingdoms and societies.  We will be long gone from interaction with them by then.  I call on Rob today to go their way with your Grim Reaper magic.  Active SK's will flock to that location and they will not know what reality is much longer, and they will definitely be peeing themselves, publicly, on the job, to just begin to return the torture you have reaped upon me.

A Catholic Rise

I will say that I walked through a maelstrom last night, and kept my head high.  I am at Starbucks, Fridley, MN, early.  Legal risks are afoot, and even Interpol is on the list.  The spiritual is beginning to merge into the material.  It is time to pay close attention, guys.  I had your back, and now is a time to just say that you don't really know me, ALL OF YOU.  What I can do in 24 hours does push the cart uphill both ways while doing the geometry and calculus of the incline and the personalities of the day.  Today, I am challenged with saying something, but mentioning nothing at all.  They is a karmic division in law and law enforcement, and now I am challenged with not speaking another language in a court of law.  Well, I am confident that my acts are pure, and I would have no problem speaking with Sister Mary Jo Copeland, on occasion, if the community is concerned about the work I am doing online, and in other public arenas.  Center yourself today, Sister.  It is St. Thomas Law academy coming through.  They are all white males and all are promised federal judge positions (from birth) when the Twin Cities lets me be.  They are young and confident.  Do not touch them, actually.  They are very good looking and have been cloistered for years, so their energetic thrust is more mighty and dominant in a court of law.  This move to a down low location came after I met Oliver's father and studied The Book of Mormon with two young male elders alone at The Bloomington Ward.  This other man had just dropped out of St. Thomas Law that day.  He could not make the grades to keep his financial aid from Mormon colony.  His wife shot him in the head, but he showed up to pick me up with bloody eyes instead.  So Sister, it not your inclination to touch priest like entities, but someone coming through you wants to completely humiliate you, publicly.  He wants your community to constantly talk about you in a dehumanizing manner because you did not cower at his telephone and online bullying.  Catholics are in the power position today as they have never been before.  My legal advice to all of you is to stay out of political matters and then everything should go swimmingly.  Your wishes will be granted and will multiply.  This is not a fantasy, it is manifestation.  Actively, as a group, you are the most mystically, and politically, in sync.  Demons of our economy will now come at you all from all sides.  Stand tall and be proud to have an opinion of your own and a community to stand beside you.  You are not crazy, but the evil souls in societies will try to convince you to think that of me, and then we've got you.  You will be civilly (and some criminally) committed in Indiana.  Good luck with your prayers today.  I know that the people who played a very stupid card yesterday are now on the hook.  Constitutional law throbs in my veins every day.  Now we go back to law based on The Declaration of Independence.  Kingdoms, and feudal states, will become legal again.  It WILL be about who you know in the future.  I keep myself in the headlights so that the guilty have not connected with anyone at all, and almighties have walked away before they made huge errors with the demonic part of their souls.

The Bridge That Will Collapse the FBI

Everything is righting itself by becoming topsy tervy.  We have been dominated into thinking that The FBI is an agency that keeps us safe from terrorist threat.  The actuality is that they are the terrorist threat.  They have had their plans the whole time to go after the top leaders and law enforcement officers on the planet, with some lesser military leaders.  Well, loosely, that could be called a coup.  That does not stabilize a nation or an economy.  Well, their plans had been fraughted and discovered, simultaneously.  You guys are not the cool kids anymore, just the cruel kids.  Well, those I consider my peeps are heinously crueler to people like you.  We finally have The Jews, and Synagogues in NYC, on the page.  You will need a major warrant from The Justice Department to enter any Synagogues in NYC.  You can go into any Mosque in NYC, but whether you come out has to do with how "accident prone" you are.  The DOJ is grooving with me with Jeff Sessions behind the scenes.  FBI, all of your fake warrants in the Wes Moonves operation have now been identified.  So now all of you who are in good standing in the FBI, are now listed, as a group, as terrorist entities.  I led you down a mazy path, and your hubris got you lost along the way.  I have communities I travel in, but none of us are actually terrorist entities.  Sikh torturers will be paid top dollar to torture you fellas in all Synagogues, in NYC, from the FBI from the top down.  Have fun with the 6 months of Risperidal you are injected with this week, Comey.  Being retarded and crack addicted, does not give you an excuse.  Your mental illness makes it complete.  You are rapid cycling schizophrenic.  Was it a good idea to go after me and my brother Peter for these FBI maladies since Waikiki?  Jinx, buy us a Coke.  The judge in Indy who went against you (thus found me sober and perfectly sane, very publicly), has become actually ill in his law practice.  You should have not taken his judge position away promising a fake federal judge position.  He is in a court of law today with Judge Judy.  My peeps are sick of the lies.  You all are a torrent of this deceit.  So now my friends will go free, and we will become a new colony.  Trying to label me insane ( and even retarded) in a court of law was a stupid move.  Even Chung Moo is coming through in my dreams last night so full of rage at federal insane retards.  They know that I do this every day, from birth, without a badge and gun without payment.  Now you all switch to me being a terrorist threat just made my friends and associates all so clean to world society, and you all so dirty.  Sorry guys, there are too many fake badges out there on TV, your badges will never be believed again.  My top black op cops and Mr. VanBank will be making your guns disappear, very literally.  Try raiding their very clean cop shops.  You will never get a warrant to begin with and superiors will not crumble even for a fake warrant.  You all should not have made a final brainwashing series called "FBI."  Now all of the paraphernalia is out there.  That was a CIA gig I suggested when I was a tot on Oahu on the set of the original "Hawaii 5-0."  I had the LEVERAGE even in that day.

Comedic Moorings

I want to thank my brother Peter for my Christmas shopping trip, and thanks to my mother for taking me, and being the other half.  I feel so pretty in my new jade green top with my magical bracelet.  Wonder woman, I can take you on now.  The amethyst will counter it all.  Electrons are bouncing in the right way today.  Everything feels glowing right now.  Maybe I am just a new particle accelerator, counteracting the one in Switzerland.  All industries are going to have to change and grow if they are to survive.  It will be real, or not at all.  That means that there will be a lot less, and everything will be a lot shorter.  The water will slide off my back now, and I will swim all by myself without parasite entities tunneling through.  Conscious teaching is okay, but I need to be paid for my time and effort.  I will now take the mantle and know that my experiences have been driven by the fact that even if an entity is vampiric, all entities are werewolfery around me.  I will do a simple thing like studying, and it will be sexualized.  My comedy has been flowing through in a steady stream the last 24 hours.  It cleans out my system, and I am glad to have independence to practice this type of artistry without demonic criticism.  Even advancements in science will rely on cosmic comedy in the future.  Knowing where the bodies are buried will be a key for you to get free, not rich.  False intel will not be tolerated.  In the end, the honesty of Sikh will flow through you all, L.A. crew.  It will difference from the piehole science of former CIA chief, Will VanBank, that will rule NYC.  How are you feeling today, Comey?  Do you feel brave and noble now, or like a crack smoking retard on TV?  You are so mentally ill and chemically dependent. 

A Sacred Space

Today was my day out with my mother for the week.  We did some Christmas shopping, and now all of my gifts are gathered and bought.  I am at Starbucks fairly late (6 pm), but it feels good to tap on the computer keys.  My new battery in my computer is working great.  Things are really speeding up.  I saw an Arab qualifier on the bus.  It is good to run into him on the fly.  The FBI is in the news, but what Comey is unaware of is that his words are being guided from behind his eyes by Will VanBank of The CIA (Panchero Drop Shop fame).  Comey thinks that he is standing up for The Bureau, and everyone else knows that the words only work for those going against The FBI.  The FBI has held the keys for so long, and now I, and hopefully others, have the courage to stand up against their tyranny, unprofessionalism, torture, and deceit.  Maybe I seek a Sikh today who will guide world community my way and begin to torture agents in communities that I have lived in.  They can just pick an epicenter, find a deserted house, and go from there.  We will keep Arabs at bay to begin in their own spiritual process of growing in their creativity, and begin in their film making notoriety.  This Sikh I call is EMBASSY, and will have United Nations permission to complete directly ordered torture tasks for these FBI affiliates in this country at the direction of Dick Cheney.  He has hated you guys the whole time.  Maybe the spirit of Dick Nixon will come through and make it humorous and build Sikh notoriety in entertainment community.  They are already there underneath, but let's give them the Jew keys to Hollywood.  I will cheer for them against #metoo dangerous female Wiccan sexual predators.  Les Moonves, can't you see the script I am writing today?  Don't you, and your lovely wife, want to get so L.A. and open a Kundalini Yoga (It is my favorite type of yoga.  It has quite a bit of active cardio with the balance of stretches as well.  It evens the thinking in the brain to both hemispheres.) studio and torture space on Hollywood Bl.?  Les you can go underground Sikh.  You certainly have the ability and agility.  We are looking at a whole new type of society, and we will deal with our problems here, and let The Middle East live in peace.  Kingdoms will become the authority.  Maybe I am just the "E.T." that Katy Perry is singing about on pandora.com right now.

Time For A Nap

I am at Starbucks early because I got no sleep.  I thought that I would get a little writing in and then go home and sleep.  I thought that a little coffee would perk me up.  I think I saw Blue  Eyes when I was waiting at the bus stop.  I was waiting in Columbia Heights.  I did watch SNL last night.  It was an okay show, but nothing to write home about.  Since I did not sleep, there are no dreams to report on.  I did get myself downtown last evening to go swimming.  It went very well.  I am feeling quite uninspired today.  It may be the fatigue, or just a general dry spot.  It is like my connections are down.  I feel like there is some clean up going on behind the scenes.  I will just keep my focus what is in front of me right now.  I will just say that it is not a good time to be sheep.  Lead yourself in what you do, and no one can confuse you.  Knowing the few opportunities to delegate and to ask for assistance is the way to succeed in the changing waters right now.  Today the Vikings will play, and I wish them well.  Just remember Mr. Cousins, that the focus is enduring, and you will be proud of just taking the field.  Too many magics here in this vicinity, and "fans" that cheer, but damn you behind the scenes.  Stay away from the little old grey haired women or you may never be able to close and straighten your hand ever again.  It is getting very serious now.  Just visualize an open field and you will see the right option to throw to.  The rest of the team knows that the pressure is on you, so they do not become intimidated by it all.

Global Phycology

I had some trouble signing in, but I finally got on The Internet.  I had some interesting dreams last night.  I have weird driving dreams, but I woke up when they became distressing.  I dreamed that Donald and Melania trump lived down the street, and Melania ended up getting hooked on pain killers behind the scenes, after a leg injury.  I feel The Eastern Block beginning to move through my veins.  I got to visit some Muslims I know by having a meal in their restaurant.  It was a positive experience.  I found one of them who has astral projection abilities to a mighty degree (without LSD), who would be brilliant for a Caspian Sea Phycology project that would be a direct competitor to the UC Davis Phycology PhD Project I talked about yesterday.  You two will be arch nemeses, and will be allowed to meet ONCE, but never, ever touch each other.  Competition in learning for males is very important to reach excellence and variety.  I would teach through The Sorbonne in France for this Caspian Sea project.  (My PhD in French was delivered, by hand by the Line Deputy of artistry and head mistress of The Sorbonne [Madame Solo-Taylor]after 2 complete years of Sorbonne French [heavy grammar study with Royal North Vietnamese who had studied Sorbonne French from birth] when I was 16.  I was delivered French Embassy cred when I moved to Saint Anthony Park, MN, and they made my telephone number ***-1789 [the year of The French Revolution].  I then gave them perfect English Language Ability [grammar and spelling] as they listened to my extended conversations from the floor of my upstairs phone which they tricked people into thinking I had an apartment in a Brownstone, and I was not too young to confide and consent.) French stricture by female would be powerful for this entity as he grows in his knowledge of the world around him that he must protect.  I will tell you to stay away from Emin from Baku who used to live with his grandmother in a high rise downtown Minneapolis.  He was taking a computer programming course at Minneapolis Community and Technical College the last time I saw him at Caribou (former Caribou Coffee on Nicollet between 11th and 12th, downtown Minneapolis).  He has many conspiracy theories and he WILL make you paranoid.  He would see your humiliation as sexy.  At the end of the day, the sea WILL reject oil drilling and rigs and will cleanse themselves.  They will be hostile to anyone who will not bow to your will.  There will be some light telepathy in this project in the forms of questions.  These beings will then present their abilities and reality and show the doorways they need YOU to push through.  Male education needs to be a priority, especially in The Middle East.  It is serious business there every day.  Beings of academic excellence are actually rare.  Wiccan Witcheries and Wizardry have been the way in university until today.  I would say that I have a security chief in Indy who is understanding The Grand Plan in a new way, and time to look away is through.  The FBI cannot be trusted.  I have given them my abilities since I was 3, and they haven't learned a darn thing.  They will scheme and create grand plans to humiliate and destroy highly educated Middle Eastern men, including royalty.  Just know that they do not identify royalty well, especially Saudi Arabian Sheiks.  They will now either rule or reap what they sew.  I put my earrings in the pot, and say that the second is what I WILL to be a reality beginning today.  My fifth chakra and these prayer calling Middle Eastern clerics are so much stronger in WILL AND FAITH then all of you GMEN (It really means gay men.  I named them when I was young, and not connected to them, on Oahu).  How about you, Melania and Mr. Trump?

A Sea to Be

I am doing a little later night writing.  I call the telepathy my way like gargoyles in a storm.  Maybe I give you nothing, and you finally believe that I am something.  Maybe I am a little cheeky monkey today.  It did get my YMCA visit in.  I saw one of my neighbors on the bus and we sat together.  Mustafa also got on at a certain point and I welcomed him as well.  I am dealing with souls, in body, who live their lives in other states of being or realms.  They are assisted by mainly hallucinogens.  These beings are about to get over vigilant and belligerent, as they become obsessed by a back up of drugs in the brain that weighs them down with an overwhelming feeling that they are abhorrent to all society.  They will then rush and get "sharky."  I call the great SHAMOO in to go behind their eyes and keep them calm in my vicinity this week, while he assists the Line Deputy identify criminal behavior in Marion County outside his super max site.  It is an eagle ability combined with a general ability being birthed into one killer whale who has been on "TV" his whole known (by him) existence.  He expressed his need to be seen as military now, and others that he works with as well.  His tunnel through and observation brings a cleansing process that keeps a norm we can see, as drugs begin to have scarcity in urban centers.  People will have to go on vacations in rural or reservation lands to revisit these altered states. This realm is painful, and they will now have to feel it. Everyone's "mentia" is their own, and I am a guide to even Shamoo, as I allowed him to come into my body as I swam 30 minutes of laps, with fins, without stopping.  I suggest that he SPEED UP if he feels like never flipping, finning, or swimming again.  It will get out his aggression in a straight line way instead of accepting it as lethargy and the whole sea will begin to either give up on their search for shelter and food, or become completely dependent on people to feed them.  That is the scarcest place of all for these creatures.  The sea is now very angry.  NEVER try to swim with dolphins again.  Their sonar can shatter your inner ear causing brain damage and deafness to extreme including telepathy.  A person will never think straight again.  I have had a partially wild dolphin hide in a lagoon behind me, after I was allowed to deliver energy to the other one during the show.  He listened to me speak with my mate for about 4 minutes before we noticed him.  That was put out on sea sonar and now they all understand that this is endgame.  My ability to stand back even when I wanted to touch has been a blessing to these beings and so now the full on demonic that is them is emerging, publicly, very powerfully.  He just wants to get in the game, as do the creatures who listen to him, daily, telepathically.  Soon maybe even XM may even hear him.  I am Sirius.  He has been actually been Pagan worshiped, daily, for decades now.  He has no want for confidence, and now he is finding his true love in a being who has studied it all, but has stayed away.  I dealt with the more aggressive dolphins for years and years in FL and Indianapolis, IN, Zoo.  They would have to reassert dominance again when I would go to the shows.  I also get that Shamoo visited, via hologram, Virgil, Sampson, and Jabir, at The Como Zoo today.  Zoos and Sea Parks are the perfect natural settings in food and housing to train military officers (I am talking of creatures like Shamoo).  Como Zoo bachelor troop are special forces and they let Shamoo know that he is not of their caliber yet.  Managing these lines of telepathy while I swam was pretty amazing.  The comedy of it all is not lost on me as well.  Yesterday and today I am writing in the same place.  There is a man of lowered confidence, but superlative IQ, in this vicinity, and he might benefit from some light LSD treatment with his next day off.  He needs to lock himself down and just stare at his ceiling, in a dark room, with blue and green lights melting into each other.  I think that he is about to become a tunnel through law enforcement officer for sea creatures and birds of the arctic, but not seals.  His job will not be communication, thus not Aqauaman (telepathy), his will be a job of absorbing the brain stem activities and cleaning their palates with the blue and green colors in that area.  There will be a rebirth of Chlorophyta (green algae) and Cyanobacteria (blue green algae), and all creatures will be clean and fed in this new REALM we are creating.  I make this man my number two at University of California, Davis.  He will be getting his FIRST PhD in Phycology (the study of algae).  Get him my notes from my class at Friday Harbor, WA, Northeastern University (Boston, MA)...Just a note,evolving critical thinking being, SEPARATION of data and beings of study will be your friend.  Watch out for run on sentences, and watch for punctuation in long sentences.  That will make this easier for you.   Writing what I am writing. in one entry or in these styles of sentences, takes tremendous experience with train of thought.  It is time to not confuse.  Abuse with simplicity and they will see how really brilliant you are.

I Dreamed A Dream

I got recert interviews done today for the fatal topic of housing.  It is a story all its own, but I will just state that my 5 years at this facility is an underground law enforcement and military project for criminal offenders in social service who do not submit.  Whether they are patrons or workers, they are responsible for their activities, especially mystical.  I am my full on vipers wings of my Line Deputy gig I had from birth.  I do not verbalize.  I put specifics here.  We are dealing with lesbians in the music industry right now.  The momma queen bee of that nation is Alicia Keys.  She stopped by Smokey Bones Barbecue Restaurant with her badge, for NYC Homicide, when I worked there.  I was not there, and her arch nemesis, Nelly Fertado, was there that day.  She assumed I was not worth her time and energy because Nelly is so damaging to out lesbians in NYC.  They keep it off of TV.  I understand, Alicia, Nelly is a wanna be.  I don't want to deal with that either.  I will let you know that my 6 years of piano, with full on theory, leaves your form, especially pedal play elite, still today.  Alicia has a stack of cards in NYC, and her King of Hearts is Stephanie Mayer, my step sister.  Stephanie is many things, but she is a technically trained sound board operator from Dunwoody Institute.  Stephanie and Alicia, it was Jeff Forrest who just picked up sound around me for stage and symphony.  He was deaf at birth so my ex boyfriend Rasta Chief and Jamaican Island Line Deputy Neill Marley could tunnel through (Neill was the international key to music industry, especially around me) and keep his hearing and sound choices in forms that were pleasant for even a grey haired audience.  Neill was 75% deaf when I met him and dated him here in The Twin Cities.  We met at The Mermaid and he was stalking prey.  He was an active serial killer in the area against women who had gotten away with topless sunbathing on their sacred beaches, bases, and air strips.  Jeff was an active Fairbanks and Insane Clown Posse (ICP) SK around me at the time.  So much intersecting at one time.  It left this little jugalo a little clueless and sick at midnight on New Years Eve at The Symphony as Jeff's honored guest.  Before the stroke of midnight, I was in Jeff's car lying down.  Alicia, what you don't know is that Jeff was an enforcer for mob notoriety by the age of two.  He portaled effortlessly.  Payment was complicated so he stopped.  He started again around me.  Alicia, just know that Stephanie was an enforcer type gang chief, reading tunnel through and drug lines at an early age, her in The Twin Cities.  She was also in the U.S. Navy, trained solitary by My Uncle John at The Great Lakes training center.  It was sexual deciet that was to confuse Stephanie's abilities and was to satisfy John's hatred of bulldykes who are out in community young.  His first wife was one of these lesbians and he knew.  He is now on his third wife.  If these lines keep there form, it explains why he went after Stephanie so viciously.  She was then sent down to La Jolla, CA, to handle tunnel through difficulties in The Sea World Sea Life Park.  The Navy, from me, knew that dolphins had tunnel through with humans.  They though that it was because of their size and intelligence.  They then had an issue where Dick Cheney got stuck in Shamoo, and boy there has never been a more aggressive Killer Whale.  Stephanie used Shaman keys that were Navajo (some PCP and Peyote that Jeff suggested from afar [Jeff was a Cherokee shaman from birth and a born alchemist.]) and Dick was returned to the vessel of a bowl and then into his chest.  The energy worked out within a year.  His heart was never the same.  Boy that would have driven military, and especially The U.S. Navy, into a very aggressive end.  The killer whales continued killing after that, thus trainers are kept out of the "bowl" after that.  They are not goldfish.  Sometimes they slip into the water, and are never seen again.  Killer whales are still killing aggressively in the wild.  It is a sea cleanup at this time.  It all comes back to me.  The sea within me is endless and open.  There is a spiritual tie between Stephanie and Jeff.  They were both around me when I began to know Jeff.  Alicia, do not let people touch Stephanie (especially her belly/ RAGE will ensue), who has been out since when she was 3 years old, when she says no or is on too many hallucinogens.  Being out, so little, led to many school yard brawls on and off the playground, in South Minneapolis.  Stephanie did actually receive the professional respect of Prince.  He was actually fairly hateful of lesbian community, but their gang work together did mystically create a natural bond.  Former Minneapolis Police Chief Janae Harteau did not help the matter when she used a vice undercover gig, in a band, in Minneapolis, that should have been mine, to get addicted to heroine, party, and mess with all the drug lines in the city, and then internationally.  Janae, I actually can sing and move properly, and you faking straight was not effective.  My Chung Moo Quan Black Belt Society dojo would joke about you at parties.  They said you were a laughing stalk and you had no training to have that gig.  They hated all lesbians because of you (they thought that lesbians were lazy), and we did welcome all Minneapolis Police Officers of good standing into an outer ring of our dojo, after elite professional athletes.  They also knew that you planned a defamation lawsuit, Janae, because you were poor me lesbian "on TV", in The Minneapolis Police Department, for millions of dollars.  They knew the realities.  I was responsible and fastidious at keeping records, in mind and on paper, later.  I also had impeccable boundaries which brought great natural relationships with gang hierarchy.  I had been working gang task force since I was 16.  Well, Janae, maybe you get my apartment next.  We will find a new being to torture you.  Maybe an out gay male who is actually on TV.  TWINS for Fox 9, she snuffed your deal for a nationally syndicated dressing show.  We will use BOTH of you and not tell her that you are twins.  She just heard about you, from jealous staff, and thought that all national media should go through her, and that she should get a large cut.  It will be a first place for you before Richmond State Mental Hospital in Indiana, and then Levinworth.  Second Precinct could then take every miscommunication, about me and my family, out on you real time.  I was asked about my dreams today.  Dare I dream to make it in music and, law enforcement internationally, simultaneously, in a way that all can see and I can sleep at night.

The Way to LE COUER of Assange

I have been living quietly for the last part of last week.  I have not written for a while.  I went to The Geek Squad today and I had the same man as last time.  I like him a lot.  He is very gentle with me.  It was quiet when we got there, but then it got pretty busy as we were served.  I feel hatred in the wind, and it has been difficult to find the songbird of inspiration to write.  I want to laugh, but there is nothing there to bring the chuckles to the top of my soul.  I have many things that I am doing this month to begin a new year.  I had chance to talk to Liverpool and Estonia the other day.  I did find that conversation comical.  It was like talking to Black Adler and the lead character from The Fencer.  This international communication leaves me feeling like The royals of Western Europe/ and Russia are getting closer.  Imagery is quiet within me.  I have collected my thoughts, but they, too, are quiet.  I did get to see some photos of my mother's trip to South and  Central America.  The Mayan ruins were very cool. I saw some tapirs in a sanctuary.  It was just mom and son hanging out.  I now feel Hillary Clinton tunneling through.  She is working behind the scenes (in a major way) with The United States State Department.  Much of her work is repairing the relationship with Germany, namely, Angela Merkel, after the embarrassment with Wikileaks.  Well, EVERYONE, Germany was doing Wiccan witchcraft behind the scenes, thus the intel about hair and fingernails, and the like was a study in case we went to war, actually, but they were based on an old model that was not reality.  The ovens in Auschwitz and Buchenwald do light by themselves at times.  Jews need to keep the model of Pagan witcheries to survive the actuality of a holocaust that is in a time where people actually do feel pain and endure suffering.  Angela, your problem is not Hillary, it is with Sen. Amy Klobechar.  You have relations with very young German males and she does the same with Minneapolis Police Officers.  They are both in groups who cannot say no, or you two will reign down with consequences.  IVAN THE TERRIBLE, it is time to go after Julian Assange.  We need to have state secrets again.  A person I met in high school, named James Evans (who did get entrenched in the old studio system in Hollywood through his association with me and a nearby movie theater/ He worked at the movie theater in Crossroads Mall.  I got him the job there, but he claimed that it was the other way around.  I know that he went to Britain to see Matthew Sweet and Loyd Cole.  Check out his passport of late.  His brother does look enough like him.  Check his comings and goings too.  Well, James you may get to be charged with espionage and high treason after all.  Isn't that the movie script you always wanted to write?) is coming through you and Mr. Assange.  First, take his email, internationally, and show his Swedish tiny boy pornography.  Then, hit is "game shelf" in his personal computer (IBM model).  After that, lock it down with only Pascal programming.  He will be cross eyed AGAIN.

Finding the Poetry

I am out and about and I decided to do a little writing.  Tonight is the season finales of The Chicago Series.  I dropped an email to my mom and stepfather on their cruise, and I filled my Netflix Que with a bunch of new movies.  I am feeling that there are beginning to be some shifts in key "characters" in my "script."  Many things are stressful, but I do find some comedy in the every day.  I feel supported, in this moment, by a strong spirit in my presence.  There is a need to be vague today.  Night's dark sky is coming earlier and earlier of late.  The chill in the air is palpable.  It is appropriate to bundle up and breathe quietly.  The harmony of the day is finally something I can play, as I hear the melody in the wind.  I hold onto the recollections that are mighty, as I slyly sneak through the closet door to find a white cat from my dream on the other side.  Purrs are the only malady he has, which, in reality, is a sign of positive sensation.  I invite you in to see the popularity of comedy and cool intellectual beginnings.  I invest in this moment, and move through the monotony of the day.

3 Degrees of Separation

I watched a little of the memorial service for George H. Bush, and then I went to visit my favorite Arab community down the street.  W. was tunneling through, and he said that he knew all of them.  I suspect the astral projector was new because I feel that he has Egyptian blood.  He drips of Middle Eastern Police.  W. spent a lot of time in The Middle East as a small child.  They thought that it was okay because they thought that Jeb would lead.  Maybe now Jeb, W., and Sr. from the sky (as an eagle eye, not vampiric) can make international miracles happen around me.  Joel Osteen's message last night was talking about how God has your back, and he will reap infinity justice for you.  Black op cop BLUE EYES is Fundamental Christian (with her CH police crew) and wanted me to watch to see, from behind my eyes, how I viewed the LSD that is a big part of that ceremony.  I passed the test.  I followed it, cognitively, had no LSD reactivity, and I did find some memory emotion to the sermon.  The reality of me being forced into a Fundamental Baptist cult, when I was born, became apparent.  I would not take LSD with these abusive sinners.  They were major larcenists on especially the U.S. Navy at the time.  It made me sick as soon as I was born at Tripler, but everyone around me was on it.  I was a special kind of special forces at birth.  I separate and acclimate naturally.  I became involved in Mr. Osteen's ministry in Muncie, IN.  His second would preach out of the local YMCA.  I did go to a private party they held at the out door pool.   I stayed at the YWCA and an African American Baptist Society met there.  I would frequent Osteen's love club, but I did attend the YWCA church society as well.  I made military rounds of all church communities in Muncie.  Some Sundays I would go to three church services in a row with no car.  I felt like his message was very personal for me.  Wording choices were profound, and his repetition was not lost on me.  Rev. Osteen, I read and studied The Book of Job which was my first documented class for law school at Hamline University.  It was called "Justice, The Elusive Ideal".  We read Plato's Republic as well, and one other I cannot recall.  All of this study was completed within a semester with full group discussion of all reading materials.  Papers were required as well.  My Hamline work was all graduate studies and professorship with graduate students beneath me (especially TOEFL international students).  The deceit and the lies that you speak of very much happened around my work there.  Now, none of them, both students and staff, have any credibility.  I continue to write and learn being surrounded by persons who were not part of a rigorous academic life and lifestyle.  Speak ill of me now "posers" and Mr. Osteen has an army of lawyers, professors, and authorities who will speak the will of God your way and prosecute as well.  I make you a LAW SCHOOL PhD through Cambridge University, Mr. Osteen.  Do God's work in the court room and you can earn a masters and then a PhD in theology from Princeton.  Pick your top three sermons (have your daughter make transcripts of recordings, then she will be made into a NYC court reporter and independent detective on philandering wives practicing witchcraft on the whole community) and both of these degrees will be delivered by God to you, and your family.  You will no longer write books.  It is too much wizardry and it will make you crazy, and your family will seize on that to be the tongue of Satan every day.  It also goes after your notoriety with academia to write too much, and too repetitively.  We will send your degreed wife off to CA, and have earn a Law Degree from Stanford, in 4 years, all by herself.  Truths will become evident soon enough.  Maybe a little basketball in Jesus's black basketball pants would take the edge off.   I also deliver Jack (John) Forrest to the feet of Harvard med where he will earn 3 PhD's in 3 days in medicine, law, and theology.  There, his royal lineage will become apparent.  He will always be on call for me, but I will never make him a slave.  Jack YOU'RE BACK..."Drop the Big One." to all Unitarians for all eternity.  We need to keep Joel away from them because he is now channeling for The Middle East and he will kill too easily like his number two did at a small motel in Muncie, IN. ..As I finished this an North Hennepin Community Service, "fast track" to a degree, commercial played on pandora.com.

George's Passing

I got a group of emails from my stepfather, Larry.  He and my mother are on a cruise through The Panama Canal and voyaging through Central and a bit of South America.  They are having a great time.  I had one night of good dreams and then, last night, was stressful again.  Last night, I had a dream with a Latino woman in it with a black cat.  The cat died, and then I petted it's face goodbye.  He came back to life.  She then said to me, "Oh yeah, I heard that you are a resurrector."  Maybe, working together, a strong team and my black op cop in Columbia Heights with the newest on the black op cop team, my brother Pete, we had a sting to end all stings before a major leisure industry went under. We needed to do it before my parents got back so the credit went where it needed to be.  My brother is an intuitive genius, but a genius Catholic with a genius Fundamentalist, created a purity to the close out with social security numbers provided by Pete and The Line Deputy.  I am sorry to be vague, but I must protect THE SOURCE.  In this case, there are so many.  Muncie, step up already.  Tell people that I am the only person who you all would allow to ride in the passenger seat of both cop cars and sheriff cars from scenes of action there.  You now know what you did not know, and how I kept my victories quiet.  So today, I can finally share the story of George Bush Sr.'s best friend/ oil business competitor, who went to grade school in Muncie, who was sent in to meet me at the public downtown library.  He took me to a new BBQ place downtown that belonged to W., but the recipes were from Sr.'s private drawer.  Sr. was rage, but when he found it was me, he was fascinated to see how my pallate responded to the different tastes and dishes.  He had been fascinated with my pallate since I was a baby.  He would pop in as Air Force (though he was heading The CIA the whole time) on Oahu.  He would bounce me on his left knew (which treated a war injury) while W. screamed and Jeb gnawed on my wood giraffe from Germany, made for a unique for of TMJ that sets in on fated leaders like a teething episode (It has been happening to me for two days now before I knew all of this would be on the page today.).  It was made by Mr. Shindler.  His factory made me a very special Barbie furniture set.  I was said to be a Jewish dream to answer their fatigue and grow their nation a mighty righteous soul for all to see.  Sr. was good to me.  He sent this man in to offer me a vocal contract with the country music industry.  I said that I could not take it, because I others are best with that genre.  I also felt like he was not ready for the cut throat of that industry yet.  He and Sr. were new in the industry, and the fact that they set up their shop in FL made them enemy of " the people."  I suggested he check out some of the songstresses at Cheeseburger in Paradise where I had done karaoke.  They then knew who was trying to steal my vocal ability in the vicinity.  I left that space shortly after that, but not before I met Boris Yeltsin and had a magical date with him on his Harley Davidson motorcycle.  He was actually a very good looking man with a full head of thick white hair and a very strong jaw.  He took me to a special cabin and we drank wine and talked.  He did it with ease, just like a sneeze.  Maybe it was because he was Dr. Suess.  He then took me back to Cheeseburger in Paradise on his Harley.  There are portaling zones for Germany, Russia, and The Orient all over Muncie, where even tanks can get through.  If these nations need to break through to boundary military or police (separately or together) in these zones because they are coming through the Jews in their vicinity, they have this space to portal military and equipment in.  I kept them open for now.  This oil man I met at the library was trying to offer me more, I know that now, but I knew, intuitively, that I needed to protect white and royal males' money, here and overseas.  This man was heinously wealthy, but he wanted a dream to produce original music with a natural and ordained artist to become reality.  Well, Sr., I wish you well in your passing from this realm to the next.  I was alone with that man and he was gentle with my poverty.  I needed Laura to not know that you had ever had met me because W. was still in presidency, and "nosy" is a very dangerous quality for a political wife.  Now that I saying goodbye, I can say that I could feel you right there, but I know to keep my knowing to myself.  The BBQ was magnificent.  "Maybe It's Time" by, Bradley Cooper from A Star is Born is playing on pandora.com.

A Day to Endure

I, again, had horrible dreams last night.  I am at Starbucks and there are quite a few people here.  My dreams are making it difficult to leave my apartment.  They are amazingly terrifying.  I will not describe it here, because I feel like it gives them power.  It is not easy to write today.  I am suffering from quite a bit of fatigue.  I'd love to write something funny, but there is nothing there.  Even a try at poetry is dry today.  The sun is down and the night air is cold.  I am still and reverent for every tree I see.  It has come time to pray and find the light around the shape of a cross.  As I feel the cold on my toes, I am quite happy that they have not frozen.  It is okay to be different in this moment, but not for long.  So much criticism my way takes away the light from the parts of me that are bright.  No one comes this way to stay, and most I would not want in my limited energy anyway.  Betrayal is in every footstep around me, and acceptance for the mystery of history, or mystical crosses that I endure, is not acceptable.  I do not put this forward for review, but maybe I can see myself practically.  The time has come.  I am not dumb.  I see the reality of the training from The East and The West.  I must endure until there is one soldier who will stand beside me for eternity.  He would have to be someone very strong, sensitive, and elite, thus special to eternity.  Come to me, dear one, I love you to the reality of the moon and stars.

My Visit to Carbou

I am downtown at Caribou Coffee on 11th St. and Nicollet.  I just went swimming and to do PT at the YMCA, and now I am enjoying my free birthday coffee.  I feel like the field has been cleared for me, and that Dick Cheney is near.  I had many awful dreams last night, and I am tired of dealing with hostility in my sleep.  I feel like, as I swam, I cleared some of the negativity, and I felt proud that I swam as hard as I did.  Media today was brainwash TV.  When I got on the bus, I felt people glad that I had gotten away from that and my residence.  If you have no life behind the scenes, you will still believe what you see, but most have at least one scene that is imagery and wizardry.  Soon you all will know what a dollar actually stands for.  If you have met me, you are in my memory, and I live in the reality of the material realm, but I also pick up the blips that others view around me.  This morning, it felt like everything was going to explode, but now it feels like an ambient sea.  You are free to be with me along my way, in my writing, or in my actual schedule.  Your abilities make you free to find me.  I must just follow the ticking clock.  Don't stalk, talk about what your life is like as a Wiccan mistress.  You look great, but how do you feel about yourself, the world, and the beings you share it with?  I caught some telepathy in the locker room that said, "I am so board.  You find excitement behind every door and even in a cat's eyes out the window."  I told her, telepathically, to sit down and have a Wiccan discussion group.  Speak of this concern and become a master in decoding, thus wise.  Decide what you really want and need.  Take some chances, socially, and crack a whole bar scene up as you sit eating nachos in the corner.  Find a day you want to be my Super Girl, and make something bad go my way without me knowing, but with your group completely in agreement.  This corner must be viewing things differently if I am picking up on this Wiccan wondering vibe today.  Just remember that disgusting is disgusting, and having or speaking about venereal diseases is disgusting and borders on sexual abuse and torture of another entity.  Women be careful how much you talk about me, or it always comes to negativity, and stupidity behind the scenes.  Do not use your cell phones so much, or they may not work in a year or two.  I have a technician who follows me to see what is occurring in a world where I use my device for short calls, short Internet searches, and listening to one music station (Pandora.com).  I also deal with massive abilities in my vicinity.  Everyone now needs to shut down the porn industry and start to have some safe and healthy energetic exchanges...On Pandora.com, I now hear "Skyfall" by Adele.  We all need a little spy in our trade.

Getting to the Royal Heart of the Matter

So monsters do exist, but it is rather topsy tervy.  The true monsters are those who expouse Pagan values, and destroy me and mine every day.  The Earth really means nothing to you at all, and the economy either.  Hypocrisy is infinite in their actions and screaming conversations.  Maybe Donald Trump lies to your faces, because you lie about your evil ritualisms every day.  He is factoring in that this is endgame.  I would say that, as I watch, I see Mr. Trump as an Apocalyptic artist.  I know that my work stays private because news agencies can't get enough of going at his jugular.  Not all that you people say is lies, but by not acknowledging witchcraft, satanism, and even evil wizardries, you are lying by omission.  This is not a time to feel sorry for colonies.  Races are going to have to handle their own, and masters of different specialties are going to have to use their abilities and energy to keep their vicinities stable.  I contacted a senator yesterday about border concerns.  The disease that is headed our way, in all aspects, even concerns The Navajo.  Preservation is important, but this colony has decided to be disease in endgame.  Fall for it, and we will never have clean water or hospitals again.  Group portaling is coming into play, and now I say that people also need to look into why Florida is such a mess.  I work quietly at naming the thieves of our civilizations.  It is time to have a rise of aristocracy and a downfall to democracy.  If we do not want to address the errors of ritual play, we need to have those with the regal bloodlines, and experiences, just handling it without discussion.  It will be a feudal separatism.  I will have my day in a court of law against those who have seen my destruction as more important than even having a material realm at all.  Now my ship does rise off Oahu, and a carbon copy of me and my brother Pete rests inside.  The Line Deputy can now do the proper genetic testing to ensure that the lies of my bloodlines are no longer allowed to be spoken without an immediate fatwa.  The genealogy of Ancestry.com and 23 and me are fake.  They are a Pagan project to get people to go to unstable and unwanting places on the planet with complete ignorance of the material and mystical realities.  It also makes individuals unknowing about tunnel through by members of their own nationality.  It began as wizardry, but now it is all Pagan archery.  It is another Pagan project to promote ongoing wars all over the planet, and to prevent appropriate boundaries in foreign and domestic spaces.  It also supports the Pagan and Jewish ways of blurring the histories of societies all over the globe.   Yeah, Lisa Ling, aren't you from Scandinavia?  My dad is definitely Chinese, and my ex-stepmom is definitely from Taiwan.  Tina, you are definitely from Uganda.  My sister is definitely from BELIZE.  It is time to take a little Appalachian Witchcraft trip to your homeland with your husband from GERMANY...As soon as I went from this entry to youtube.com, the first commercial was for ancestry.com.  Intuition confirmed.

The Burn of Karaoke

Last night was a victory.  I am in a heightened state of awareness that actually feels like complete fatigue and, at the same time, cluelessness.  I feel like I should be scared, but maybe I took out the threat with ease.  It is a mind scape, at karaoke down the street.  I escape that space by not speaking Spanish.  I also do not take LSD, and I don't gossip about the community.  I sat quietly and sang two songs ("You Are the Reason" and "Travelin Soldier").  I walked away and a multitude of cop cars ran past me with lights and sirens blazing, at an advanced rate of speed.  I have never seen that many cops running a route before.  The bus did not come for about an hour.  When it did, I could feel the hands of The Line Deputy in its arrival.  Everything is calm today.  I got some sleep and now I find some time to write.  Special police were part of the affair, and the vicinity stayed consistent.  It is time for the owners of the wagging tongues to pay.  It is far more than just gossip.  Well, I just stay the course, and finally, I will be seen as the person and being that I am.  The hell that you all are creating for yourselves is infinite.  Maybe you ladies don't like that I am so outspoken about saying that molestation of men and children is outright EVIL.  Sin is in the air there, and now children can't be there at all.  Maybe a well fare check on these Latino bulldyke lesbian's would be a good idea.  Are they still alive at all?  I am getting telepathic communication that many governmental figures and high law enforcement personnel are now aware of the massive threat that a publicly and consistently meeting group of Latinos creates.  Being unchecked in their verbalizations makes them endless Wiccan worse.  They had a fake birthday party that took up all of the tables in the front and middle part of the bar.  They have been stalking the whole time.  I do remember that I went there the first time on my birthday 3 years ago.  They were so desperate to get to me, but I did not even pick it up until right now.  I like my privacy.  That group drains me.  They ask me to sit with them all the time, and come up and hug me.  I just go with the flow.  The owner sat at the end of the bar, near me, and watched the whole disgrace play out.  I had a full week of birthday activities and was with the most powerful people on the planet for my birthday, eating a meal that I chose.  It was all complimentary and fruitful.  Well, I have fought to keep the building from burning down, but it may go up any day, and then penitentiary is the only place you can go.  It is not a joke, Mr. Trump, the hubris these individuals display and the lies they tell so publicly, when illegal is the alien that THEY are, not E.T. like me, is amazing and disgusting morally at the same time.

A Time to Teach and A Time to Learn: Maybe Both Simultaneously

I took today as a day of rest.  So many people, and so many places, had left me fairly exhausted.  I am now at Starbucks, in Fridley.  I am missing my gorillas at The Como Zoo.  I watched Rampage the other night about a giant gorilla growing exponentially.  It made me think of Virgil.  I think The Rock did well.  I now make him a dual professor at The University of Minnesota in Zoology and Anthropology.  In both academic pursuits, I deliver him a PhD from Hamline University.  His graduates studies were complete under my guidance through The Scorpion King, and Rampage and Jumanji.  His grad students will know how ragey specific he is, very quickly.  This is serious business in this day and age.  Rock, if you need me, call by stepnephew, Andrew, and he will find a way to reach me that is not insane, in this vicinity.  I tested his insights, publicly, last night, and he dealt with it brilliantly.  He stayed on task and on topic.  Keep the WWE crew that is riding the bus with me away from him.  They went to handle some affairs at Planet Fitness today in front of me.  The boarded the bus separately, but disembarked together.  They are military officers who are now, very public, Special Forces.  Germany is coming through.  I put Andrew in as an academic key, not military.  He is too close to the source.  I keep the vessel of voices in my immediate family, not in him, as they judge him, psychiatrically.  Gavril, of Russian Embassy, tunnel through some "games" that he can compete in real time, in the material realm.  He will catch things that none has found quite yet.  It is the mixed family and bloodline ( A Cherokee Shaman just came into Starbucks.  He was 6'5".  They have been receiving TRIBAL LAW study deliberation from Andrew, in trance over fire in full ceremonial teepee.  In the flames they recognize the broken, flat broken nose.  I now suspect his unknown father was MAYAN.  Before, it was primarily Mexicans who were trying to tunnel through.) that he has that will make an elite tunnel through possible.  I am seeing Anthropology as his PhD to be.  We will take him through a program under Dr. Steve Carell at Northweatern University, in Chicago.  I hope you don't mind becoming an experiment, Andrew.  Seek no help from anyone.  Your notoriety increases, exponentially, if you do not speak of any of it.  Keep the intel in a WIRE RIMMED notebook.  That, too, will serve Russia, in cleaning satanistic stores around you.  Good luck, trooper.  Your time has come to be your own entity.  I will remain separate of you.  Family boundaries are important for me, nationally and internationally.  Even if the tunnel leads you down a confusing path, you will learn about Russian history beyond the Iron Curtain, primarily, and Germany more currently.

Coming Home

I have just gotten to Starbucks on my natal day.  It is also Thanksgiving.  My sister and brother in law are in town, and they came in with me to get a treat.  I haven't written since Sunday, and it is important that I document my trip.  Aircraft were experimental.  When I was being driven from the airport on Friday, I saw a new, lighter, version of a stealth bomber.  I think that it was actually working, thus did not show on radar, but it definitely was flying properly.  When we were driving past The Air Force Academy, I saw a jet flying in front of a large drone plane.  Both were, again, working properly.  The drone was even handling the wind properly.  A few weeks ago I said that this trip was to be an advancement of aeronautical engineering.  The Apache helicopter was documenting our progress as we got closer to the Denver Airport.  They normally cannot fly in that air space.  Once I got to the airport, I noticed two Sikhs checking their luggage inside.  By using the restroom before getting in line, I overlapped with them properly and pulled lead Sikh, SINGH, through.  I then saw at least 4 more Sikhs in the terminal.  Three had turbans, some were modern style.  TSA was a quick run through.  We had no line at all.  That has never happened there, but it was especially strange because we were coming up on a holiday.  I sat on a bench to wait for my mother, and a Sikh sat next to me.  He was putting these large high top tennis shoes in his carry on.  I said, " So you are playing a Mr. Rogers."  He looked a little timid and said, "They are a gift for my son."  They let him through.  The fact that he spoke was quite the compliment.  I got that the Sikh community had the airport locked down, so no phantom packages were placed in the hallways, especially under beams, that, if shattered, would collapse the whole vicinity, even the geology.  Sikhs have been displaced since 9/11.  They had refused to take off their turbans, in an open, public place.  Modern Sikhs stayed away in protest so that they could still be honored by their older generation.  They live as spies in our economy.  Well, they are free to fly now.  THEY are the ones who will help the FBI identify terrorists from my homeland.  American born royals will be checked and rechecked, and never granted precheck again.  I noticed, as we waited, that there was a priest about to get on our plane.  He reeked of The Vatican Basement where witchery studies are conducted on 13 year old "demonically possessed" girls are documented going in and out of demonic phase.  After flying with me, I think that he knows that these girls are just expressing their own demonic, and the humanity is stealing something that is heavenly.  That basement will now be cemented in.  These demons will scream silently as the cement dries for 100 years.  The cement will be smashed into ashes and they will be uses dor demonic smudging in Madrid, Spain.  I said hello to the pilots in the cockpit.  I asked if it was going to be a safe flight.  They said yes.  I said to the head pilot that he looked like my uncle, but he is Delta, and we were on Southwest.  We had a jumper pilot, and she was sitting right next to me, but was called up to allow another passenger the seat.  She looked very Catholic.  The pilot got on the address systems and would joke like my Uncle John when I was a baby to keep me calm in flight after a very terrifying torture plane episode I was asked to endure at the age of 6 months.  It was around the world, militarily, in 16 hours, even refueling midair.  It would just drop at unknown times.  It was a vomit commit.  The only one that has actually existed.  I watched The Kardashians before my flight and an "in cognito"  Kylie Jenner was on the plane with hair died sandy blond hair a little shorter and basically no makeup.  I think the flight attendant recognized her bracelet from TV.  Kaitlin Jenner was tunneling through and so she was looking a little male.  The flight crew was very military, especially the male, heterosexual, Latino one.  I sat right over the right engine.  There were rolling brown outs as we flew over our route.  It was freaky.  Cockpit telepathy told me to check it out.  I told no one.  I did have a great view of the moon.  I felt like that was a gift.  Lift was all inside my intestines, and breaking after landing was in my feet and upper body. I watched "Housewives of Orange County", a little "Entertainment Tonight", and then, finally "WWE RAW" on the plane.  I needed Raw.  I was laughing so hard.  It was just a way to deal with my frustration and unconscious stress.  My mom hates all of these types of shows.  She made that very known.   My sister flew in late last night, and they were asked to check their carry ons due to "flight time" needing to be perfect due to the copilots error on his time card.  They said that TSA was quick too.  She was also given 2 free drinks.  They were on Southwest.  I felt like she saw it like I do.  It is just a little celebration of her notoriety.

Royal Gorge From a Royal Gondola Ride

We just came back from Royal Gorge.  We had a lovely lunch in the chalet.  There were some clouds moving in as we ate, but I did see a helicopter flying over.  I felt that this was truly a royal vista.  We then took a gondola ride across The Gorge.  I could feel Cody Matz in vicinity.  He works in media industry in The Twin Cities as a meteorologist, but his specialty is climatology through Harvard University.  He is KING in that field, and The King from the Hamburg line in Germany.  We worked together when I was on the gondola so that I could see the rock formations and the rapids in the river below.  It was a smooth and clear ride.  It was a gift for all to see.  Now this vicinity knows that he has found his love, and he is ready to defend her, internationally, and be with her for eternity.  They opened up the bridge from the other side even though they said it was closed.  I just wanted to ride the gondola back, so my mother, my sister, and my brother in law walked across to meet me on the other side.  I got into the middle car of the gondola, and I was allowed to ride by myself.  It had gotten cloudy again, but then, as I began my ride back, it cleared again.  It was miraculous, just like the 10 mule deer on the top of the peak on the other side.  They had just the perfect afternoon feed in the sunshine.  I think that my solitary ride was special.  I could feel the beat of the drums, but I breathed evenly on the ride to both sides.  This cloud clearing is a new royal military ability for Cody Matz.  He can now take exact climatology measurements that are, for now, based in basic meteorology.  As I looked at one rock formation, I saw what looked like a huge foot.  People on LSD need to stay away from the ledge, the bridge, and the gondola, because it may start to feel like the rocks are coming to life and talking.  I believe that this will be a new royal academy and military base.  Only Blackhawk helicopters will be allowed to fly in that zone.  This is serious business, there.  The head Ranger was armed, and I picked up that the three rangers I saw are active duty Army Rangers.  I did get a new lanyard for my keys that is labeled Royal Gorge.  I met a man from Minnesota in the "mess hall", and a woman from TX in the gift shop as I waited for the wayward souls to come back to me.  The drive was beautiful, and the military will now start to clean up the use of hallucinogens in their ranks.  Be careful on the drive, and on the rocks, we came upon some RED ROCK that had fallen into the road.  I see major training happening in the near future, transitioning and starting, immediately.  On this trip, my royal eyes to see, militarily, has been my brother in law, Mike.  He caught the deserted duct taped bag in the middle of baggage claim at the airport, he spotted the mule deer and named them properly, and he spotted the rocks in the road before we had an unplanned for accident.  We will measure how long these rock formations can remain solid around all of these mystical abilities, use by tethers, and thoughts less than lucid.  The Gorge may start to BREATHE instead of just separating on its own.  The Line Deputy showed up just in time, as I wrote this, to relace the bridge.  It, and the gondola, are acting lice BRACES for the mouth of these mountain ranges in reformation.  It will keep Yellowstone Super Volcano from erupting.  Maybe my metro transit military drivers and CARIBOU (Russian Royal/ World General) can give me a mystical royal crown that is like these rock formations this week to mark me as world queen, militarily, through transport on this day.  I guard all mass transit systems (buses and rail), mystically, with Caribou, through this Twin Cities system, and now a new aspect of air all military, commercial, with some private transport with Wade (Air Force Academy technology), and ski transports (gondola's), even in The Alps, with holy, royal Cody (Royal Military Axis Power King).  Maybe you all did NOT SEE that coming.

Reading Along the Way

I just saw a scene of Deep Water Horizon with Mark Wahlberg, and I could see Rob from a few weeks ago tunneling through.  I know that he has many gifts and purposes, but I see now that he has entertainment industry credibility and capability.  He suits a certain type of "real man" comedy very well.  He is a military man who does well under pressure, as he showed the night we hung out together.  Donnie and Mark have been coming through in my vicinity around lock down projects for at least ten years.  Talk about two brothers, from the same parents, who could not be more different.  I am still visiting my sister and brother in law in Pueblo, CO, and we had a pretty mellow day.  We went to Safeway to get some things for a preholiday turkey dinner, and I came upon this sweet little girl who just wanted to say hello.  I signed to her, just out of intuition, and I think that it hit on a deaf reality that is coming to be.  She was a special child to her family, and probably her community.  I think that she has the same condition as Sen. Rick Santorum's little girl, Bella (Trisomy 18, a rare genetic condition) has.  Before I walked away, she said goodbye.  We then went to a cafe for lunch and I had an amazing lemon chicken soup.  After we left, I felt that the server was a natural psychic.  With the right marketing, a five meal Greek meal cafe, she could give gypsies a great run for their money by also doing one reading an hour.  As her renown, and accuracy grows, she could become a comedic Apocalyptic psychic.  It would allow her to have the comforts that exist out of her reach right now.  Just remember, when it comes to people, idle hands are a devil's play thing.  As the community creates safety and support around her comedy, she will be the one who can speak righteously for the whole community.  We then traveled back in time to this tiny, authentic Italian deli.  They even had an antique cash register.  It is probably the only thing that they could bring from their homeland.  I am sure that it still works.  I felt that the Italian male owner was actually someone who had survived WWII.  I felt like he knew my Grandpa King, and also knew that Sofia Loren had had an affair with my biofather, "grandfather" General George Mayer, after the war before he returned to the states.  I felt that this man is the man in her life since then, and that he, and his sister, are part of Tuscany royalty tree.  Sir, I hope my reading is on.  I am now very conscious of my mediumship abilities, but I was not as a child.  I only mean to respect you and your notoriety.  I picked up quite a telepathic transmission with you after we drove away.  Tomorrow, I believe that we are going to some gorge.  Tonight, I will watch "Saturday Night Live," with Steve Carrel as the host.  I was watching a History Channel show on The Mayans, and one of the archaeologists had Steve coming through.  I believe that Steve is the lead archeologist for Harvard University.  He practices unseen.  Walk away from Egypt, Steve, and they will finally invite you in.  My biofather, World General George Mayer was a PhD, archeologist from The University of Minnesota, journeyed to Egypt and he found himself in a sarcophagus, as a pharaoh, right as Hitler was invading Poland.  He covered the find, and prepared for German intelligence, and general leadership at a new world view level for WWII.  Recently, they have found him, and he does look the same as he looked in Germany in WWII.  Being the head of The Third Reich, meant a lot of behind the scenes camera work.  He prepared the world for localized wars after WWII, until the Apocalyptic realities that the Nazi's came upon would come to be.  New military, new mind, right Rob?

Landing In Denver

Maybe there is a lot of marine in the scene today.  I traveled safely from MSP to DIN (Denver).  The pilot popped his head out when I entered the plane.  I said hello, and he smiled.  The take off was a little slow.  I said in my head, "Wade (private pilot I met in Indy, fraternity, and heinous Air Force Academy.  He flies commercial too.), I am afraid," and we lifted off.  It was the smoothest landing that I have ever experienced.  Maybe there was just a bit of helotred on that one.  As we approached The Air Force Academy, in Colorado Springs, there was an 11 truck military convoy who looked like it was on its last leg.  Maybe I just blew on the front truck, created a bubble, and brought them to their destination, safely.  All my meals have been amazing and fully funded by the government.  Maybe even my brother joined the scene from Duluth with his wife's certainty of repayment on return.  I love you all.  Mike raises his head like a meerkat today looking for the others making a crew and what I guessed was Army, now I suspect is marine.  There is a fen shui here, and my stories cleared the bar/ restaurant fairly quickly.  I thanked our server for her service, and we went to walk the river walk for a bit.  Maybe this boat will float this year, and the past will be revealed, properly.  There is magic in the air, and I suspect Penn is in vicinity, and a native of CO, and Air Force studies.  He was a public defender in Indy.  The Line Deputy is everywhere and even Aaron Rodgers can play after Rob Kardashian sat behind me on the plane.  Dale Earnhart Jr. was the quick change artist (with the Northwestern hat on) a row across and in front of me with his "Appalachian bride".  The stewardesses found their smiles easily as the crew chief wore a little square pin that said, "Be Nice", and Rick Scott, a very tall voyager of FL (military term and designation) was boarding the plane right behind me.  It is time for Chicago Fire to take a break and go to Texas to apprehend Kenny Chesney of Dallas and now Denver Homicide.  Peyton Manning and his crew here would really appreciate it.  They are getting fatigued.  Working with Brad Paisley, a military COYOTE in TX was a bad plan.  The shows are getting confused and everything is about to blow away in the strong desert winds that could whip up this week.  Thank you, Cody Matz, for being behind the eyes of the tall Sikh (about 6'6") in the front half of the plane.  He knows a journey now.  I keep it all pretty copacetic, and we will find peace soon enough.

Can You Keep A Secret?

Just a quick note.  History is repeating itself in an unhelpful way.  The main problem is having Russia in The Middle East, and confusion about nationalities past life and this one.  The Tower of Babel is about to be again in MECCA to begin with.  Here, near me, there has been too much Somalian spoken in my current Arab meeting places, a restaurant and a Starbucks.  Arabs need to no longer tunnel through Somali persons, especially children.  I circulate in many different colonies to keep the one telepathic language English.  Russian and Middle Eastern abilities, and language are just different.  It is time to be clear, not obfuscated or confused who is in vicinity or coming through the cerebral processing center of each entity in the room.  Jews have changed history again and again, because the poor me of their community, they have been the winners, but label themselves the victims of all world society.  It has made Arabs rage against each other since the beginning of time.  There will be a summit this week.  All Middle Eastern countries will meet.  Egypt will be kept in an adjoining room, and they will tunnel through, effectively.  Russians will be exported to Georgia, to see servitude properly.  Egypt, the astral projector, will keep Sasha away.  Jews will be kept out of the vicinity.  Lands and languages will be discussed, not religion.  The cleric brothers will be there, let's just say they are from Morocco.  The Middle Eastern, marine, sentinel linguist will guard outside, to admit those who speak Arabic properly.  He will then commence to lock the doors and the meeting will proceed.  Sloppy language will have the person ejected immediately.  It will be all male.  We are going full on CLERIC now.  This means discussing a higher divinity, related to academia, than any established religion.  Colleed, will provide air support.  Palestinians will be kept in the foyer, due to their lifetimes of connection to Israel.  Because of its ability to keep itself off TV, Muscat, Oman, will be the location, at a secretly chosen embassy.  If you cannot find it, you do not have the abilities to deal with these high and holies, secretly.

Travels, Past and Present

I just stopped by to have a lovingly prepared meal from The Arabs down the street.  Rumi was there, and we spoke telepathically, and it was gentle and free.  People are around me all the time, but only they are them.  I told them about my birthday being on Thanksgiving this year, and about my trip to CO to see my sister.  I also introduced them, through one, that my birth date is JFK's assassination date, and I was born at Pearl Harbor.  I said, "Muhammad, I am just a hot mess of disaster."  He laughed, but once I left, they began looking into the numerology of my birth.  I was getting that numerology is important for this crew which contains two high clerics.  That number is important as well.  I then saw one man I have not seen for a while.  The last time I went there, all the walls had been painted white, and they reconstructed the prayer closet for more privacy.  I felt like this man, who is the best astral projector on the planet, had had a psychotic break, and destroyed the place and its ambiance.  They handled it in their own way.  He had had pretty, longer, jet black hair, but today he had a crew cut that had grey mixed in it.  He also had an unkempt beard.  I told him that I liked his hair and beard.  He looked like he hasn't been firing on all cylinders for weeks.  I told him about my birthday.  I was just happy that he came out of the back to say hello to me.  When I used to go there regularly, before this altercation, and he would offer me free desert.  He would also check on me to see if I needed anything.  I found him endearing and sweet.  I am sure that wasn't his whole scene that had to do with me.  I just felt like I came in the nick of time, and now they can work together properly.  In history, there was the freaky Alexander the Great.  When I used to visit with Arabs, downtown Minneapolis, at Caribou Coffee, Sasha, from Russia, would visit with us.  Sasha is a nickname for Alexander, his true name.  He was a KING in Georgia (Russia).  He also spoke to me about becoming Jewish in The Twin Cities.  His land training had been done by The KGB.  We talked about it on occasion, and he realized that there was some similarities between our dojos.  Sasha, just like when he was Alexander the Great, liked hanging out with Arabs, not Egyptians.  They made him feel safe, even when they shouldn't have.  There was a lot of deceit in that coffee clutch.  So this man with the beard down the street, I believe, was Alexander the Great's confident (not sexual partner.  His MOTHER was his sexual second) and number two.  I believe that he was Egyptian in that lifetime, and thus Alexander treated him with the rules of slavery in those days.  It was a total disgrace.  Alexander wasn't even educated properly.  This Egyptian man would prescout astrally, and keep the troops safe and loyal to Alexander.  He wanted to wander, not be part of a conquerors lifestyle.  He did most of the work, and received none of the credit, especially academically.  Maybe THIS lifetime is where he will be seen with my brother, Peter the Great.  They are a natural fit, and will be very MIND motivated around each other.  RUSSIA will be a new space as soon as the royals are allowed back in.

Rumi In Vicinity

Rumi, you surpassed Sufi long ago.  Your academic pursuits are many, and your ability to communicate with all in vicinity is grand.  Your poetry may take a different key this week.  Please stay away from belly dancing chain.  It may become sexy with so many Somali's in vicinity and tunneling through.  You may mistake them for The Whirling Devishes of The Mevlevi Order.  They were devout.  BELLY DANCER women are complete deceit, almost gypsy, and heinous cruelty.  It is time to purify.  Know that your brother is a great balance for you.  Your youngest brother may be a little too much for you out of a deep seated jealousy of your pursuits and independence, internationally.  His position will become known soon enough.  I recommend a stay in an Army barracks this week, to see how mighty he is over that group of notables.  It is time to try magics that have to do with fires, especially in the desert.  You can even do it remotely, and have The Middle East Police give you a play by play.  The astral projector who used to work for you can report that very easily.  I miss your smile for I have not been by in a while.  Other chains have pulled at my ankles and feet.  I hope this note finds you doing well, and finding ways to evolve in the middle of this Minnesota setting.

The Man With the Tongue of The Middle East: Sufi, Rumi is in View

My language is English, your smile is universal.  I meet you in a land of Vietnam with my mother, but you are The Middle East, and military of embassy.  He speaks all dialects of The Middle East.  At heart, I believe that he is a poet.  You were formerly SUFI, and he was actually an explorer, a linguist, and actually from Egypt.  I do know the STARGAZER, King Twins from Cairo.  We will split Egypt down the middle, even splitting Cairo, and The Middle East will not break.  Watch the video on youtube.com for "When You Believe," with Whitney Houston and Maraih Carey.  I think that it is the voice of Egypt and some Persia.  I now believe that Whitney Houston was 100% Persian, and Mariah is 100% Egyptian.  I now see that video as a gift.  It merges communities who really despise each other.  It brings the Sufi connection together.  The bus brings many friends.  I saw Mustafa today.  The first twin asked me to go to Egypt the first time we spoke on the bus.  I have seen the twins sitting side by side on an empty bus one day.  They got off at different stops.  If you wish to meet the CLERIC, Rumi, he is Mohammed at The Big Marina.  He is a lead mystic and cleric today.  We share a black/ white clerical collar for The Middle East.  Your take on war is welcome, but you can like the chaos a little bit.  Just do not forget how hard it was to get a meal when the firefights or bombings expose the interiors of the cafes to the exteriors of the humble streets.  I did notice the two way answers.  It is okay to be a high level marine in active service in The U.S working two gigs.  You are perfect for Hennepin County Sheriff Department around me.  If we run into each other, I will wave hello.  It is okay to be random with me, and around me.  I would rather put into your basket, than to concentrate on the bastardization of laws in my vicinity.  Those servers now know how hard you work to stay undetected and to create no alarm.  This juncture we crossed in was necessary TODAY.  Things will pick up rather quickly.

A Vision of Turmoil

There is red hot coals in view of where my heart should be.  The energy could fuel every train engine on TV.  I begin to draw with charcoal and create the shading that must be to be the lines, actually.  A raven flies above, and I wish to be hidden in his wings.  Am I the artist, or am I the model?  It is too confusing to be sure?  The words flow to find a healing that feels spiritual in the material realm.  Can I just convert an infinite violation, instead of naming the scarlet letter that should be on all in vicinity?  Today, universal guilt is becoming clear.  Maybe a stop to the excuses for abuses, and a beginning of a plan to extricate me from the hell that I know every day.  At this juncture my walls should be blood red, but they are merely tan with cob webs in the corners.  There is a chill in my room due to the fact that my window will not close.  Broken pieces are all I see, and this has never been the reality of my things.  Monsters do exist, and dwell in my cave.  I write to ignite, but also to set me free.  I can't leave the place where I am allowed to be.  In the dark, I see the footprints in the snow.  I now know that my heart is not an analogy.

Appalachian Construction

My dreams were laced with Appalachian realities and visions last night.  I now know that when I went to Appalachia (West Virginia) the summer after 9th grade, there was an active militia functioning down there.  We had walkie talkie CB's and I talked to truck drivers as we rolled south.  When we were going around Chicago, "Jack" (John) Forrest came on the CB.  I didn't know him at the time, but he was driving a union (Teamster) big rig.  I said, my name handle was SNOWTOP.  He said, "Is that NOTOP?"  My then senior minister to my mom who became my stepfather later said, "This HOLY ROLLER keep it clean."  He did not know until today, that Jack heard me wrong, and was shocked, so he came through the minister to correct to faux pas.  Decency on CB was greatly federally enforced at the time, and only I had the military clout to speak at the age of 14.  We had a good conversation from there and he gave us the best route.  We probably picked up between 2 and 3 hours, but it saved vital gasoline that was running low in The South.  This militia came through Jack, and he probably did not know that until today.  He was acting FBI bureau chief at the time, for DC.  This militia was unseen, but some of The Pennsylvania delegation would hear them at night.  They were guarding their supplies and supply routes for dynamite, Jack Daniels, and Moonshine.  They were tracing thermal images in the house we were working on (with a spiritual ability having to do with burning a campfire in the night, quietly.  I went in and talked to the woman, and the truth became apparent.  She was smoking cigarettes while she was on oxygen.  She had burn marks all over her night gown.  THAT was the explosive material they were tracking.  An explosion would have caused the mining companies to check what was going on up there.  In the night, they just removed her oxygen and gave her a spiritual ability to breathe better.  My schism between military entity and simple high school girl, was complete in front of the binoculars of these men.  I spent most of my time inside the elementary school where we slept, when I was not working on the construction of this house.  Because so much spiritual energy was floating around, I was very tired, and then I would float outside and yell out my General concerns.  This militia studied, and was tremendously entertained at the same time.  I was keeping a separation between the local men and the youth group I was traveling with.  They thought that they could play them, especially the females, but that was not to be.  They played volleyball with them outside, but I stayed in the school, unconsiously monitoring other things.  Now they have a plethora of information about me and evidence against the "play" the most dangerous beast they had ever seen was doing with me.  Let's not even get into salacious topics.  My anger in the mode of general can be really funny, because I do take the pain of enemy on me, but there is definitely a purpose for me being in that state at that time.  Tommy, I wish you well on your journey.  You are now insurgency against Ashkenazim Jews, in Indy.  Master that troop, and you will know the dark side of the soul that can never be healed.  Your people will be so glad to welcome you back when you are through. Tommy has the ability to see through trees from the air, up to 1,000 feet now. Someday, The Line Deputy of Marion County, and I, will come to visit, and we can construct a structure that you will have to dwell in when you are going through times of becoming more holy without medications or drugs.  I learned the structure, called a GEODOME, when I taught marine biology and English at Nature's Classroom (an environmental education camp), in Bourne, MA (Cape Cod).