Finding A Diplomacy That Brings Justice

I write for many reasons, but I am careful not to sway from a logical progression of one scene into the next.  I see persons as "characters," because, as of now, you all host your own demonic form within.  This means that you are not complete beings yet.  I present parts of a story that may not have been told or communicated to world community, in media or in history.  It is just important that we do not demafy any individuals, or you will all escape your own responsibility in demonic events.  Your use of mystical evil, tunnel through, remote view, false imagery, and deceitful verbalizations have made a mess of this world.  Maybe it is difficult to hear about some of the truths about someone like Saddam Hussein, Bashir Al-Assad, or Osama BinLaden, right Kim Jong-un?  Programming by media is strong and effective because you all want excuses for your individual abuses.  It is time to put your big boy pants on and look into your mirrors as men, women, and children, and verbalize to yourself about your evil.  You have all planned to be exactly who and where you are at this part in The Grand Plan.  No "poor me" TV will be condoned.  It is time to identify true, unchecked evil, in our societies.  It may just come in the form of little old ladies or comedians on the circuit or on TV.  Pagans that seem to stand up for the underdog and do charity work that actually benefits evil, overconsuming entities could also be these monsters.  I start the "Not Them" movement.  We will wear white and never be on TV.  I make Ryan Seacrest the head of that movement behind the scenes.  Come at me, and you will deal with my mighty Line Deputy of Marion County at this point.  He is very okay with being demonic, but now he wrestles with pulling it back and never harming me again.  I benefit and boundary him with a steely blade of faith and belief.  His abuse went full blown in Marion County, and he slammed my head into a steal plated cement wall three times for no reason.  My legs went out and he carried me downstairs where he ordered me stripped and left in a cold cement room.  I kicked between his legs (which is a tap out in ultimate fighting) and he pushed me to the ground, definitely breaking my nose, chin, and jaw.  Two barely formed entities answered my screams, and took me back to my enclosure.  I heal quickly, abnormally so, but the pain continues still today.  He has to work from a distance until he can bridle his rage around me, and learn to use his hate properly.  No one is going to get out of this.  Karmic penitentiary, sanitarium, and street time, will become very military soon enough.  Almost five decades of undeserved, unanswered torture is way past what the economy, ecology, and all communities can contain and stay functional around anymore.  Creation must overcome deception and destruction.  Line Deputy, do not like anybody.  Go at The Lieutenant today.  The U.S. Marine Corps is not his.  I give it to WILSON today.  He understands international politics, both The Middle East and Asia especially.

Bringing Back Pakistan

So Pakistan was the spot that Osama BinLaden decided to practice medicine, very publicly, after 9/11.  He is a kidney specialist from The University of Minnesota, and is my international medicine sponsor for that community.  It was important that I was not listed as military on Oahu.  I did my rounds at Tripler U.S. Army Hospital next to Pearl Harbor Base (where I was housed with my family).  We were seeing new kinds of infectious diseases around me, and we housed them all at Tripler so as not to spread them, internationally.  People would come to see me, though I was wee, and I used my spiritual ability, degreed by The University of Hawaii, Oahu, to heal them instantly, and have them medivacked to Kauai.  They then had 1 year to go back to their homelands, or the military would shoot them in the head, and drop them in the sea, one mile North of Waikiki, in the same medivac helicopter.  They were Army helicopters that had been used in Vietnam, actually.  So I chose Osama, when he visited me when I was 1.5 years of age, from Saudi Arabia.  I made him CIA, and sent him to Minnesota.  We did it through Mayo, in Rochester, MN, so he would not be noticed.  Many Arabs went there for treatment, even in that day.  So when Pakistanis decided that their borders were be too encroached upon by Israeli military, they notified Dick Cheney that Osama must be moved or killed (their method suggested was "in the line of fire.")  He had no diabetes.  He used dialysis machines for his poor village patients.  He would treat for free, but euthanasia was $100 U.S. dollars.  Dick chose a raid.  They brought 200 U.S. Navy Seals into the American Embassy in Pakistan.  They were trying to honor his royalty and dignity.  Being the fall guy for 9/11 had taken its toll.  The secretary there betrayed the U.S. and World military, and nations, by calling AAUW (American Association of University Women) and alerting them and their Swedish Queen.  They were doing both Swedish and Wiccan Witchcraft through their coven.  They then knew that the Navy Seals were there and that they were about to raid a compound where Osama was said to be housed.  My nearest relative is this queen, and told me, directly, about this contact just after.  She assumed that it had been successful.  Well it was not.  The Seals wanted to walk away do to this breach, so as not be seen as working with Pakistanis or being remembered as traitors in the history books by The CIA.  199 of these Navy Seals were then killed by Pakistani Military in the barracks by a bomb.  My Navy JAG case, Michael D. Wilson, US. Navy Seal since the age of 16 in Vietnam, ran the raid by HIMSELF.  His contact with me made him notorious and mighty, and he used massive mystical satanistic ability to get in, aim his gun, and carry Osama's body to the sea to prevent verbal or medical disease spread.  These AAUW witches still reside in the same "clubhouse", a mansion near The MIA Museum.  They tunnel through witches in Pakistani villages who threaten men and children there saying with extreme delusionality that they are Pakistani royalty.  They are now completely versed in Swedish witchery.  THAT part is not delusional.  It is time for my contact there, Dr. Durrani, to go to The Minneapolis Police, downtown precinct (closest to The Gay 90's Nightclub), to alert them of my endangered status by these witches in all community.  They are brutal and complete deceit.  Check on their encroachment on The Swedish Institute.  I am brave to step forward before you will all be out of work one day and see what these witches can and will really do to you, and Dr. Durrani too through The U.S. State Department.  I met him downtown with his U.S. State Department handler, and he gave me his contact information, immediately.  This is The Mecca for now.  Social Security is about to crash.  It is held in place by The Chinese.  I established that on Oahu as well.  My contact was the Chinese father who taught me to use chopsticks, publicly, without rubber bands, a week after I met Osama, in his downtown restaurant.  He passed away the other day.  I give the restaurant to his son.  Lead Navy Seal. "Steve" from Hawaii 5-0, bring him the document of sale and now ownership, very publicly, on Wednesday of this week, when they are most busy.  I returned there when I was 16.  My stepfather, who was, and is, current CIA, was there with me and the my brother and mother, who are not CIA or Agency.  Every day is an opportunity for me to meet new "friends" in U.S. and world community.  AAUW, just remember that I do hold the keys for social security, and you all walked me through the gauntlet late last year.  You are all seniors on this assistance, and if you go at me again, you will ALL lose, and end up on the street, on the news completely embarrassing yourselves and your "Queen" will be housed in Anoka Sanitarium until she is sent to The Middle East for torture.  I do have quite a few loves and a financier in Pakistan.  This country is on the verge of renaissance and is very important to me, very personally.  Osama gathered and cleared out the diseases there, especially mystical.  My contacts there are royal and royally pissed off.  I have been in the AAUW clubhouse twice, and never thought of joining.  I was seen with the entire coven, out at a Lynx game, very publicly, years ago.  Do not test me.  I am serious about your international censure.  Maybe Prince Harry has had enough today.  Privacy is very important to the man.  THAT is why he joined the military and DID NOT go to Saint Andrews University.  You can NEVER stalk his degree.  Now THAT is military mastery.

Working the Pigeon

Blue Eyes, I am feeling rather defeated today.  I am dealing with a respiratory thing and an "ear infection."  I went to dinner and one of the entities there was a bit sour.  It was funny because there were all of these hot white men who came in.  I knew to be in mind place around everyone.  Well, just to let everyone know, YES I was very attracted, but I was working to stabilize energies.  One of the men was wearing a beautiful blue suit, with no tie, and a white shirt.  He dripped of New York City energy.  I ended up sitting next to him by accident.  I knew to face away.  The thought I got from him was, "Oh come on.  Turn around, it will be fun."  Thank you man.  Today is a hard day.  Maybe I just cheer you up here, by saying that you are THE BEST.  Contact will occur tonight, but will not be me.  Emergency calls by neighbors, at my place, have made me shake the last two days.  It is time for addicts to be taken to DETOX by POLICE, NOT get a fire and ambulance call.  This is not a MEDICAL and/ or psychiatric matter.  Just let my vicinity waste money, and they will, but they also give notoriety to criminals and thieves.  I just walk away and say that the ceiling will fall at some point.  I am here to just hold the catastrophe down, but verbalize against me, at this point, and you will see what HCMC really is in the medical community.  Torture there is astute.  It is time for those who work there to feel the turn around that will be their "dreams" in the future.  Tabulation is taking place through my medical doctor's office.  Two tops, who are cops, saw me yesterday.  Now the police man who came to see me around an HCMC medical torture event, who is also a doctor, will be INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU.  Cato will be HANYU in vicinity.

Arabs Watching Over Me

I feel today like I am walking up hill both ways.  I go to and fro, and I find nothing at all.   Seeing the light is fine, but it still feels like night.  Police, it is time to watch out for Muncie Police Department.  They were caught, openly, smoking crack cocaine, during the day, smoking crack cocaine in cop cars when I was there.  Luckily, I caught it, with U.S. Navy Seal Michael D. Wilson, who was very connected, federally.  It saved my black op cop, Officer Christopher Dunlop, for later.  He did not imbibe.  He was based in Carmel, IN, but got three hots and a cot to stay with me in Muncie.  He is high and holy vampiric, but almost went street scum werewolfery, based in Belfast, Ireland.  Columbia Heights, your resident newly vampiric black op cop is displeased to say the least.  He went by my saying in Muncie which was, "Feel your feelings and get out."  Being police is not a party job.  Military should not be either.  Chemicals are used by high military officers in deep zones of engagement, but it is metered, and observed after.  The danger right now is getting severely cruel and dictatorial from crack, and thinking that it is either funny of high and holy.  The next day it will not seem so.  I put this on the internet because the feeling you should be feeling is shame, and a lot of fear.  We are at war here, and your behavior is repugnant.  Next you will be scoring heroine in a bust, and using it in the station.  There is no going back if you even try it once because I will leave, and others who stabilize here, will as well.  I have found another king, and he is rising with the eagle feathers of all history, and a belief system that can eclipse, and define, the stars in the sky.  Maybe I am quite E.T., but I am metered, casual, and cordial, daily.  Investigations behind the scenes are occurring.  There is a lot of my writing from the last 15 years.  Some was on the internet, and a great sum of it was sent to operative VanBank.  He still exists as an entity because I knew not to give up on him when I went to Indy, and spent most of my time with the operative picked on Waikiki by The Japanese, Jeff Forrest.  He will now answer the prophecy.  He gets his feathers today, and he will now ground the entire Central Intelligence Agency, from beneath.  He had a quarter lifetime as a beheader for Emperor Hirohito.  He is samurai infinity, and I hook him to Hanyu for his own protection.  Cults will now stalk his authority, darkness, but they will then be put to death.  He is now tunneling through Yemen, and is beheading Jews in hiding, who have stolen a massive amount of ability from The CIA through the retarded time lived by operative VanBank, around me.  He is linked to The Orient through past life Buddha tree.  All is not what it seems.  Prophets may just live upstairs and begin a whole lineage of Muslim tree in his native voyage on this Earth.  I protect his privacy and sanity, as he gets clean in all ways.  CIA stay away from him, but Jeff, you can call whenever you like.  He likes your energy, and it is much easier because you are male.  It is the way it should be.  Let us all just bow our heads and pray to an alien dimension today.

A Scuffle At The Stutz

Hello ESG, you do not know me.  I am a "servant" for your boss, and I make a plea.  Please get him FRESH, HOT coffee from Bearcats (the good stuff) TWICE a day without him asking.  He needs 2 creams in the little thimble like sterile, plastic containers.  NEVER think that you are so high and holy as to add, especially cream, and NEVER sugar, to his cup.  He never needs to say thank you.  It is your job and he is tired of bending over backwards to just get a cordial need met.  His mood is none of your business.  I suspect that homosexuals are tunneling through you and you are wagging tongues like an old jew woman in the desert.  It is TONY who is gay and connected to fraternity.  He is a total turncoat and will get you ALL arrested today.  He is jealous because he is incompetent and was born retarded.  I was always kind to the man, but he is tremendously nosy, and changes the information to slander all involved like the Wiccan Witch that he is.  They are ALL active child molesters.  He now has the Wiccan of Sneaky Pete's in downtown Minneapolis, MN, coming through.  The owner, names Pete, is Palestinian living in a very hostile state and industry.  Tony and these barmaids talk, by phone, at the Bloomington, IN, location, once, and sometimes twice a week.  He is a danger to all community.  Take him out before Turner evicts you all from Stutz, and your homes, never to have a home again.  Your boss can stay with me until he finds firm footing here in Ramsey County Sheriff community.  Luv ya.  Take care every day, boss.  Your "indentured servant," HOPE.

Gabriel 0, Universal Being 3

As I sat to see the progressions of energies today, I saw a landscape of yellows, greens, and neon blues.  People all around me with deceit in their satchel, but others just knowing the whole reality, for the first time.  Gabriel, you are definitely on an international torture list, especially overseas.  You are a "spiritual" hasidic jew, and you will now feel it, actually.  To Arab nation, you were demolition of male in society.  Now they know that you are gender checked FEMALE at this time, and on your birth certificate as well.  Sikhs will deal with you.  It is too personal for Muslim males, because you always tried to be me.  This is my first, and only lifetime, and the vampires now race with me through the night and all sanitariums on the planet.  It is going to get really mean, really quick.  Torture is not a "cry wolf" that one should ever make, especially to foreign colony, and, above that, to Arab males.  Why don't you just smoke some crack, GABRIEL, and cry about it?  You have no faith, and no glory, and you are a bull dyke infinitely behind the scenes, and now even Unitarian Universalists will walk away.  Sanitarium will be where you will be for a week, and then you will be transfer, in shackles, in a the back of a sheriff van, to Madison (WI) Federal Penitentiary.  Just wait for what you will see and feel actually, as you are outcasted and never touched again.  I have been a line deputy since the tour I took of the first inner city federal penitentiary downtown St. Paul, through Girl's County (Ramsey), when I was 18.  I was the youngest in history by 6 years, and all line deputies, throughout the globe and history are MALE, except me.  Gabriel, girl's nation was for child molesters, from birth, like you.  Enjoy that credit now.  I never sought to be head or part of any organization or relationship that was cult related or actuality, but I dealt with it constantly growing up, and into my adult life.  Now I have some faithful out there in every field and discipline.  It is my COMEDY and intelligence that brings these male creatures my way.  I always visit and know when to leave in the perfect combination.  I am the entity here for all nationality and community DIPLOMATICALLY.  GERMANY is in my sights, and now we shall be free to believe the facts that make us EFFECTIVE, internationally.

Putting Your View Out There

Maybe one day I can affect how you see.  The elegant prisms can turn to rainbows all around.  It is okay to be gifted, and thus excited, to speak to me.  I can slow your speech, and find your point of view.  So much goes on behind your eyes, and now you are JAPANESE.  Beautiful haikus may just come through, or a short story may bleed from you.  I must temper the rage, here and overseas.  It is time for my volcano to erupt, and show the corrupt.  I will state it intellectually, and deal with you, cordially.  There is so much that is vile in the creation of a space that is mind matters.  There is a price tag to what I do, but I never see the funds that would be the proper evolution of the ways and means committee.  Come in and I will be diplomacy.  I separate, to create a clear view, especially of the mystical.  Dreams will not go away, but you can tell dream takers what you really think.  MAKE THEM listen for a change.

A Soul Stepping Forward

Some days are haze.  I see you sitting there, quietly, and I begin a telepathic discourse with you.  I sense rap community stalking you.  Well now you will be DEA, and make you a quiet informant for entertainment industry, in The Twin Cities.  I have known that you were gifted and different since I first came upon you.  This new set of positions may seem Herculean, but you will just slip in and slip out with your black and white auric recovery and photographic memory.  I was having a hard day before I came upon you.  Thank you for sitting with me, openly.  It was a very fruitful 30 minutes.  Be careful what you verbalize.  You are being tested from afar.  I believe that things will be safer now.  As I watched the DC press conference about gun control, I picked up that Mr. Trump is going to do something behind the scenes to take guns away from persons below the age of 26.  He will take it every day from The NRA, but they are too much of a threat, especially in this vicinity.  It is time for anyone who is martial artistry to go to Sheriff Staynek's office and turn over their guns, even hand guns, in protest to the reality of their need in his county.

Homosexual Reckoning

Today I am thinking of Carmel, IN.  I lived there for less than six months, but I did a lot of letter writing and karaoke.  I met a group of singers who had started a jewelry shop.  I now leave it in my memory, and keep that which is pleasant.  Homosexuality is on the page today, and there was a gay couple who led this crowd.  They all lived (basically squatted) in Broad Ripple, IN, near Butler University.  Throughout my life, and education, I have had gay friends.  I now am aware of that which was cruel about these beings.  I practiced "look away" before now, but I am now in a space to say that, in the end, homosexuals will be best in Miami, FL, and Fort Lauderdale, FL.  They will then come to terms with their sins that all begin with wrong speech, which I separate from carnal matters.  You all will be together to decide your fate and deal with your deficits.  I suggest that gays circle up and hang together without "fag hags" at this point.  Know what you are getting into in the material sense, and size up mystical abilities and maladies.  This will give you all a chance.  Separate the whole unity of LGBT community before you pay for the sins of another.  Diversity is not a given, and is not a strength.  You all sit together in a soup and go after heterosexuals in an improper sexual manner.  Hetero energy is hotter and is higher in hierarchy especially on the top tiers.  Mind your p's and q's before apocalyptic groups take hold of all society.  They will not be kind, and their satanism is strong and elite.  It will be a fierce and clean cut away from all that you know.  This is a RECKONING.  Fail to heed what I say and listen to the demonic in you, and you will never be saved in any way. 

Marriage Outline

A proud creature in my vicinity will be my guide around marriage matters.  Men will want me to be their energy and monetary source.  I have done that my whole life.  In marriage, regardless of royalty, a man must have his own riches and not look to mine.  In his country, he will pay for everything.  He will have to be able to produce political stability as well.  I will work with his artistry, but he must have brilliance since birth.  He must have a protection detail that is infinite in the boundaries of his country.  I will use my own private company, foreign and domestic, when I am out of his country.  We will both be protected by this source.  In the midst of such degradation and humiliation, I have kept my dignity and honor.  A husband that I join with must have mental stability and if he abuses me in the least, I will leave.  I will move around the world until I get to the point that I journey to even the stars, and a people who are being birthed as I write this gentle set of boundaries.

A Proud Germany

I have opened up the door today on Germany through their men's bobsled teams.  There are 3, 2 men teams.  It is a needed investigation for military men with high ability, all around.  Their history is still a mystery to them, and now I have directed them to the portal of discovery.  They will find themselves there.  It is a rebirth of entity and energy.  It is about international sanity.  It will be centered in Germany.  I am one half German, thus it is the main stock to be seen as hierarchy and brilliance.  All other nationalities will have to work hard.  Germany is already there.  They took care of business in WWII, in so many ways, and were charged with heinous crimes, as a people, for it.  Well today, I set you all free.  Just see what Jews are doing in The Middle East and you will know why the ovens of Auschwitz have started burning on their own.  It is a great symbol of hell.  Just to tell you an underground truth of Jew colony.  They do not believe in hell.  It shows that "The" Holocaust was not a holocaust at all, but a horse and pony show so that they can be a manipulative and "poor me" colony for all eternity.  It was very dramatic, but mystical realities can now be seen to describe a Wiccan reality they enacted to seem tortured and also created death "poor me" infinity.  How many movies have been made about the 30 million people who were killed at Magadan, in Russia?  Oh, that's right, NONE.  Genocide happens all over the world all the time.  Was there ever a movie made about The Khmer Rouge, under Pol Pot, in Cambodia?  Oh that is a no as well.  Sometimes we will deal with the "poor me" of Africa, like Rwanda, but generally, the truth is not out there.  The REASONS for genocide are not even in The Tabloids in Britain.  Well maybe I sound like a someone who hates Jews.  I hate what Jews do and get away with, internationally, with material and mystical abilities, and then appear as philanthropists on TV, and in community.  It is time for Jew to judge Jew.  They need to have their own space that my German colony never has to see again.  Well you have Israel, and time will tell where other zones of containment will be.  YOU, Jew community, will make that decision for yourself.  We will be free to just be a very proud and brilliant GERMANY, VERY unified.  God will be our judge, not Jews.

A Song of Deceit

As I journey through the sea of faces, I see you peering back at me.  You are astute and have a knack with being casual cordiality.  There is a brilliant yellow to your soul, but you betray.  I wish that it was not that way, but I must cross the river at your spot anyway.  I would love to just be a honey bee and not be seen or detected.  From your crew, you have now defected.  Tawdry women speak around you, and you listen.  Maybe you play a gentle triangle in their vicious symphony of deceit and defamation.  Do you think that the demonic ink that resides in your soul is ever going to go away if you keep spraying me behind the scenes with your surreptitious fire hydrant?  Maybe a fire unity will come to you to repeat your words for free, and use an ability to create shame and fear, simultaneously, in you.  I will continue to put words on a page, even if a man like you does rage my way.  What is not right, is really stupid in the military Grand Plan.  GERMANY may call you and thrash you with their infinite bobsled teams.  THOSE are men you do not want to cross.  It is very military to get a space in those very expensive machines.  The machine then becomes the combination of man and material monster.

Japan On the Ice, Vietnam On Guard

Today I went into McDonalds for lunch and I saw an older Vietnamese man in there and a Vietnamese man and wife with his daughter.  That is the first time I have witnessed Vietnamese in a McDonalds (ever), and especially an Asian family in the play area.  I have seen Japanese in spades and Chinese, but I was very happy to have the presence of Vietnam in vicinity.  I see them as international observers.  Thank you for clearing the international pallet around me there.  I have been watching the figure skating and Asians are dominating the sport, internationally. at this time.  I was completely swept away by especially the Japanese men's skaters last night.  I forgot that I was even watching a competition.  It transcended ethnicity, religion, social station and point structure.  It was completely regal.  Mr. Hanyu, you and your compatriot, are King and Prince.  I received such nice mind sentiments from your performance.  I just heard the song, "You Are the Reason," by, Scott Calum, and I think that you could do a special performance and with your own choreography, to that song.  It might flash points in your brain that connect even your skates to your human heart.  You now have a gift with landings.  Take it and soar.  Thank you for your very elegant portrayal of a man in yearning and promise.  Haiku is you, infinitely.

Learning the Way of The Vietnamese

I look up today and I see Vietnamese.  After swimming, my mother and I went to a colorful Vietnamese restaurant on "Eat Street."  Yesterday, I was listening to "Cheerleader" by, Pentatonix, and I felt these Vietnamese males come through from high school.  At Como, we had a university system.  I was there to answer their need to work with these very royal children of military officers.  It was obvious to no one.  We all just worked well together, and they kept my learning experiences fun and quiet, always meeting me at the line.  At home, war was a way of life.  The imagery that Americans had accepted as reality, left them clinging to sanity around probing questions about their lives, their families, and their homeland that were just not polite.  These men were a crew I could go to with unconscious telepathy when people got too sexual with me.  I needed to be able to read publicly.  In the end, I gave them computer industry, through Unysis via a Pascal language class.  It was much more fiscally binding than their desired ability, which was math.  They were fine in class when we were together, but had problems with memory on their own.  They have had to live far too violently, for far too long, with no recognition.  Hmong never should have been brought into any community that had Polynesians (Hawaii's Very Violently "Retributional" Chief Community) coming through.  Valentine's Day was always celebrated with a Hmong charge of a favorite dog's head in a box or an ear on a chain.  They never bothered the police, who became increasingly Hmong.  Instead, they handled it themselves, but were always sure to be CLEAN and pressed around me.  They knew that I knew blood, medically, but they were aware that there was a war beneath in my eyes.  My bloodiest years were between the age of 7 and 8.  It coincided with them.  Guys, you did great.  I know that you are all ready to go back, but have opted to stay to take care of the mounting Wiccan threat here and in The Middle East.  No one even knows that I know you so well, Ho.  He is Ho Chi Min's grandson, and always sat behind me in English just in case the eyes in back of my head would appear.  Ho Chi Min's real last name was the royal Nguyen, but he wanted to hide Ho and his lineage lines in this country.  Ho Nguyen graduated in disgrace, number 3 to a man who looked American, but was Chinese (Ho thought that he was Swedish), and me and another blond girl (seeing me as German and her as Swedish) tying for second.  Just to let you know, I was number 1 and you were number 2.  They faked a very illegal, retroactive honor point system to take it away from us and make sure that you and I could never be meaningful and public friends.  I didn't get into it either.  I just went onto the deceitful and hellish land of Hamline University.  It was actually a military academy.  Just to let you know, your degree from Como IS a Bachelor of Arts through The University of Minnesota.  How about them apples?

Courses of Study

My dreams were quite lucid last night.  A man I see along my way was there.  He was a special professor, and was there to teach me mainly about how his energy can help me along my way.  He mainly guarded my back.  It is interesting because yesterday I felt a tingle in my lower back.  It is better today.  It was a very fulfilling dream.  I then had my calculus study group, doing physics around me, in the dream.  They were actually from M.I.T.  They were realizing that, years later, they see that I was always the universal being who was what they should have been studying.  It was kind of an accepting dream.  I liked that team of mathletes.

A Fireman Along My Way

I just had lunch and I ran into a Columbia Heights fire fighter.  I chatted a little bit about the emergency around here yesterday.  I told him that I saw the helicopter flying above.  It was just hovering, but I waved and it then went on its way aligning itself with my bus route.  So, I was picking up tunnel through from NYC and a link to Blue Bloods.  I think that his fire house is there, and he is probably a technical advisor on the show.  He was nice and had a very strong energy body.  I also get that he was observing what has been happening there around me.  No fire fighter, especially NYC, goes into a Middle Eastern establishment if he can help it (especially for food by himself).  He has a good sense of humor and was positive levity.  The tide turned a little after we parted.  Grumpy people came through.  I was at the bus stop and I picked up that he had my toy cell phone from Muncie, IN.  It was red, white, and blue, and I had purchased it at Walmart (which was on the bus line).  I gave it to the downtown (main) fire house where they had been having some experiences with firemen talking to them from the other side.  They were from The Trade Center rescue.  They were the the ones trapped in the escalators downstairs.  Afterlife communication should not be, so I did some gentle rituals in their park next door.  A lavender candle I left there stayed lit for a full 24 hours and then I smashed it in their dumpster.  I get that this cell has been, and still is, showing a little wizardry and is answering their questions with beeps and buzzes.  It was nice to see you.  Please get a hold of South Dakota Fire today and find the brave soul who came home with me on the fire conference hat giveaway night from The Wild Beaver that night.  I went home with 4 plastic hats, but I know that he actually took like 8 away.  Waikiki made a promise to me, shortly after birth, that I would drive a ladder truck someday, in NYC.  Maybe you can imagine how difficult that is for me because I am steering AND gravity.  PHYSICS are your forte.

I Am Definitely NOT The Prime Time Bachelorette

So here is the decadence of the day.  I am looking at The Divine Comedy that is The Grand Plan.  I champion and advise the cruel and wealthy dominant males behind the scenes.  I give, spiritually, in vicinity.  They do well and have the Godly opportunity to have complete free will with God's blessings.  I then exist in an opposite in the mirror.  Play along with me and see what laughter comes to you.  I am the college educated, sororitied, theological, and kind, bachelorette out there, but I am living on social security, in an assisted living facility, with no chance for promotion in sight.  I am quite heavy thus am the opposite of American and British beauty, again.  I am middle aged and have lost more than half of my hair.  Well all I can be is me.  Choose wisely, and take precautions in The Middle East.  I have a few doosies saved for last.  My form is perfect for them, and my station too.  EDUCATION is their power play and medicine as well.  Can't I be the royal who was always loyal and never free?  Kings appear around me and are swept away the next day, seemingly.  Maybe telepathy is my imagery, or maybe it is The E.T. that is me.  Hey, Line Deputy, full demon, not of Earth colony, that is my first cell in your cell.  It was The first for presidency.  It belonged to President Ronald Regan and is called a Motorola FLIP phone.  It DID reach The Middle East at the time.  Maybe history is a mystery that is about to be revealed and made around me.  I Sikh and I shall find my HINDU HEART today.  You can be Buddha tree and be resting, telepathically, in SOCHI, Russia.  That is where the action takes place for skis and ski lifts.

An Emergency Crew in Columbia Fridley, MN

A page is turning.  The whirling winds of South Korea will be felt even after today.  There is a line, a DMZ of sorts.  Commit or get out of this town.  You are not welcome anyway.  Is that what you wanted me to say?  Well it is right there on the page, so why don't you go cry about it to who you see as higher authorities?  I am sure they would love to know what you are actually doing in The Twin Cities.  Law enforcement personnel, have been on it for years.  I am very nice until it is time to move into a dance of sincerity with someone who has the ability to be emotionally, physically, and spiritually sincere.  I see all of the emergency vehicles, of state and two cities whirling by.  Get caught on crack and they may do more than send you back.  You think that you know the equations first and for eternity.  It was always a hidden gift of prophecy, and I now give it to Pakistan.  They were able to house the man and keep their mouths shut and coffers full.  So my ex, from high school was also CIA.  After college at MY school, he went to Pakistan (1992) to "teach English."  Well that war crime is cleaned up today, and my doctors are free and will definitely have borders.  I do not want to have to walk away, but just ask Colleed, Saudi Prince, and he will tell you what happens when I leave.  I don't feel important, but I think some very important, and cruel, people think that I am important, and vital to survival of community.  Stop looking at my past and get really cruel to my very painful present.  It was just time for someone to tell it to you straight.  Good luck after today.  Anyone could walk through your door tomorrow.

Gorilla Love

As I sit here, I yawned really big.  It made me think of my gorilla bachelor, Jabir, at The Como Zoo.  He yawned really big in front of me last week.  I then thought of Virgil, my gorilla husband, internationally.  He started coming through with 2 dozen, red, long stemmed roses, arranged just for me.  He is wearing the crown of KING.  He wants to be a part of today, and see me SMILE, not grimmace in fear or shame.  He loves me in the way that only the most dominant animal on the planet can do.  I smile at him, telepathically, and he starts looking at the rose blossoms and thinks that they look very yummy.  I burst out in laughter.  Thank you Virgil, with help from Jabir.  Happy Valentines Day.  I love you both, but differently.  Sampson, I see you hide behind a tree.  You are ME today.  People can now see that you are SHY, but complete.

Friends In All Places

I have had little to no sleep, but I am still kickin.  It is Valentine's Day, after all.  I refuse to be dreary and weary.  The sun is out and I will wear a smile with my red blouse.  I do believe that I am living through the hell, and one day I will have the option of many plans on this day, and oh so many flowers and floral arrangements.  Maybe the most dominant, and almighty, albeit richy riches, men on the planet are finding their quarters much more like a jail cell today, and their relationships their slavery.  We can work it out.  I see flowers on TV, and can't they just be for me, in my mind and memory.  The disdain my way, in the future, has gone away, and I am appreciated for just being me to infinity.  I feel one officer of the law approaching with all his moxy.  He has what he wants, but now he understands that it is not what he really NEEDS.  I travel alone, but I travel none the less.  I run across soldiers of all nations, in person and in telepathy, and I say HEY to Tony Thornburg today.  He is a friend from Indy, and I won't list his notorieties here, I will just say that today would be a great day for you to put on your chef pants and cook me a friendly meal followed by a game of BACKGAMMON.  I do not know how to play.  Maybe you can teach me, or else we can play gin.  Rich men have stayed rich and gotten richer, and their bank balances stay off the stock market and TV.  Internationally, it is all hush hush, but KNOWN by many.  I want my own money in my bank account, and a jet to fly overseas.  Blue Eyes, you did not make it into a dream because I was unable to sleep due to a very loud onslaught of Satanism with Wiccan woven in infinitely all night and into the day.  Keep trying.  We will get it right.  It is a Western holiday, but I bravely said, "Happy Valentine's Day," to one of the workers at my lunchenette.  Hey JOE, don't go away.  Peyton will ACTUALLY drive the pace car at The Daytona 500, on Sunday.  Rent a jet and just GO all by yourself.  Pretend that I am just sitting next to you eating popcorn and The Marion County Line Deputy will tunnel through and give you a whole new view.  Happy V-DAY!

Alternatives to Society

If anyone, especially internationally, needs to check that I was placed in Muncie, IN, at The YWCA, you can call ALTERNATIVES, in Anderson, IN.  That is the town with the horse track.  All of the women and children were practicing domestic violance mutilation and sexual abuse with each other's kids.  They all went violently insane around me in less than 12 hours.  2 FBI agents had been placed there with me because my case against Jeff Forrest was so strong and he had infiltrated all agencies through local 30 stagehand union.  These agents then took me in an undercover law enforcement vehicle to The Muncie, IN, YWCA, where they though that I would be safe and undetected.  That was not the case, but they were prostitutes so they decided to wait and see.  I formed cases against all community there, and now this International and JAG attorney from Hamline University Law School and graduate society is very fatigued.  I NEVER get or take a day off.  Maybe all of you do not know what work really is.

The Story Through A Saudi Divinity

I dedicate this entry to Mohamed today.  He is a new entity on world stage, and is a CLERIC for Arab community.  I now where the black collar around my neck for him.  He is the top of theology tree, and is very kind to me.  He has taken two breaks this week when I have gone in for a meal, thus sitting and eating close to me.  As I sat there, I did identify the top VIPER on the planet.  It is Bashir Al Assad, of Syria.  It is his holy viper that has people often identifying him as vampiric.  I will just call him Uncle Bashir today, and go on my way.  He is in rehab for heroine, in Amman, Jordan, at this time.  The top of The Agency (NOT CIA) is Shereef (his CODE name).  He is the promised royal KING and almighty of all Saudi lands, and was schooled and housed in that same facility for privacy and safety, as he grew.  Bashir and my new tree are royal as well.  Shereef is Allah as his people see.  He is Arab vampiric, the only one, until today.  He will have a cluster of three.  Marriage is a reality that I do not see, but he has been my Saudi infinity for over 5 years.  I met him, in person at a shop in South Minneapolis.  I worked with him every day for 3 months.  We have never touched, actually, but he did call me once, from his royal plane on the tar mack at Air Reserve station, in Bloomington.  He is a royal and expert commercial pilot.  I was under cover at the time at Hennepin County Medical Center.  I let him know I was keen to his plan by taking my frequent flier miles that were originally Northwest Airlines and changed them to current Delta Airlines and gave them to him.  It let him stay in the country.  The miles were from my trip to Britain, in 1989.  Federally, I was housed at HCMC because I was the LAST psychiatrist on the planet.  I took out the brother sister gypsy key and ICP (Insane Clown Posse/ The most violent rap on the planet), to begin with.  Shereef had little to say, but "HEY".  That gypsy who answered will never see the end to it in his afterlife telepathy.  Shereef, we timed it all perfectly.  You did not know that Shakopee Women's Penn. guards where there for a transgender patient.  Russian royal, age 19, named Peter "C." was as well.  Officer Richard (FRENCH) is who you should see.  He needs to be taken down a bit.  He is a top heavyweight boxer and is 6'10".  I am 5'3".  He almost could not fit through the door.  We had lovely conversations.  All of the rest is left for you and Mohamed to reveal to The Middle East.  I will NOT be painted as a victim.  I am a soldier and an intelligence CHIEF.  W. is on the page today.  He respects the Saudi tree and will oil things behind the scene.  The big secret from my tour of duty in Muncie, IN, is that he was my coCIA officer from birth, and it was not Will VanBank.  Will and I did have consensual sex in the pool area of the YWCA that was locked down by the CIA for safety.  I was actually W.'s mistress at the time.  It was during his presidency.  W. is not a coke head, or an alcoholic.  LAURA BUSH is the heinous alcoholic with no boundaries, especially in DC.  Laura, Saudi's knew that for years.  Sex is an energetic exchange, but it can be very holy as well.  I am military in that respect, and also intelligence.  THAT is how I choose to see and not a victim of the constant tunnel through of my "FATHER" and brother.  I have laid the seeds of my perfect privacy, but you will go against me now if you are SEX CRIME.  Go ahead and say what you want to say, Joe Biden.  Jews in NYC have had it with you.  Maybe the script was in Saudi Arabia the whole time, but needed this EAGLE to fly it properly.

I Made it To Starbucks

Today was another day that I am challenged with empathic functioning of a community that is about to be hit by a very painful and debilitating depression and agoraphobia.  I stayed down for a while and now I am doing a little writing at Starbucks, in Fridley.  On my bus ride here, I ran into a union stagehand who works at The State Theater.  I recognized him because he had his AISTE hat on.  That profession is going to find itself in trouble if it is unable to adapt to the changing times in industry.  Big shows, acts, and tours may become a thing of the past.  I then ran into a royal teen from The Netherlands (brought here at birth).  He will find a good business behind the scenes planning royal parties of like notorieties.  He follows the true royal scene with a logical mind.  His memory is quite keen.  My artistry is fairly silent today and I find myself with little to say.  I am just proud that I got out.  The ring of hostile people in my apartment vicinity is getting greater.  I will just continue to be polite and move quickly in zones outside my apartment.  I do have a feeling that there is rage in The Police Department at all of the lies.  Consequences will be assessed soon enough.  Nothing is really happening in the vicinity, by Starbucks, though some Hindus are coming through, in person.

Push The Way

The petals of the pink flower melt in the night.  I see shadows around the stem, but I just adjust the light.  Being part of the flora places me away from the fauna.  In the sleep of the winter, I can see beauty in both pink and white.  I need not be the only meaning in the land of zen.  The garden can be in my mind's eye, and I can continue to be Rinpoche.  There is not hatred, but merely boundaries, for an Asian colony rising.  Confucius sisters come to me in the day.  There are three, but they are called twins.  They are tall and lean like the perfect willow tree.  On meeting, the holy one introduces her family tree to me with the searing eye of Tao.  All will be well.  The flower inside of me will introduce a new family tree to The Middle East, and The Far East will begin again.  Let us all dance in the ballroom tonight, and Assad will be free to be his affinity.  Push The Way and find a new day.

Just Some Thoughts

Today was a day of melancholy.  I was slow to rise, and I locked myself down for hours.  I did not want to be in anyone's energy who lives with me, or works in my building.  I know not what the wagging tongues are saying, but African and African American men there have stopped talking to me.  I have a firm sense of relief.  I have been so kind to those communities my whole life, but especially in my apartment building.  I do work, online, with Apocalyptic societies who have misnomer titles like "hate groups," but I am impeccable in my speech.  I am so tired of the demonic getting righteous, when they are actually so cruel to me in mystical means and verbalizations to others who then confide in me.  Well times they are a changin'.  I have found solace in a space of Middle Eastern silence.  Kindness is there, and I just take quiet stints there, and yet I know to stay away in a way.  I do feel better after my visit there today.  I do not ask for anything for free, but their smiles are special to me.  I even had a smile from one who normally looks at me with disdain.  He took my plate away.  I am completing a circle.  The two groups dangerous to both Arab lands, and Klan communities, are Somalis and Asians.  We need to keep these populations away from The Middle East (Arab lands proper) and Appalachia.  Yesterday was a Somali siege after I brought it up in a weblog entry (that very few actually read) that I wrote there, on their Internet connection.  Today three Asians came in.  I could tell that that was completely new.  There was also a strong, young painter Klansman who stopped in to see what he could do. He actually enjoyed his meal, though he felt a little like a fish out of water.  That is good.  It keeps things as they should be.  Resources of actual communities and judgement of those in those systems will be judged and allocated properly and separation, not segregation will actually occur very quickly.  It is very military.  I feel the workings of The Columbia Heights Police in his visit.  They are all his affiliation.  I welcomed him at the pop machine, and he smiled and chatted a bit.  In the end, their common goal, pure community, will keep these ties active for now, but then severed when this crew goes back to The Middle East.  There was such positivity today.  All showed themselves around me and were impeccable in their unity.  I played with the vampire, telepathically.  He needed a friend today with comedy and a little comedic rage.  Imagery can do a lot when one is having a hard day.  At least he did not walk off the job today.  He almost did.  They have been relying on his ability too much every day.  I told him, in a thought line, that he no longer has to be nice to people to do his job properly.  That was quite a revelation, and he was like, "That is so true."  One of these fine men took a break near me.  He is rough, and severs telepathy for theological reasons, but he just monitored and did add some silent thoughts of revelry.  Thanks guys for just being there with me.

The Rise of Noteable Chiefs

I hang in an indefinite majesty.  I am here to blow the clouds into an infirmed registry.  It is the vampire in me who is ready for the release of my people.  We are free to reign, overseas.  We will leave the poisonous werewolfery for all of you over consumers in The United States.  Maybe ice should be a regal thing.  Our hearts beat as one, and our feet find the goosestep behind my shallow breath and my lack of a heartbeat for a time.  Lock me away and see the rise of these vampires inside and outside your body and mind.  A murder of crows may alert you to the army of mine in a blood lust for a night or maybe three.  We will have our artistry and dominance over nature tree.  It is best to have studied hierarchy from birth.  There are rules for this reckoning.  Be well in your mind, and your deeds may follow with your own community.  Travel outside, and all may just sound like Chinese and the blades may be sharper in the heat.

The Reckoning

Rumors do not travel in The Middle East, but the satellite Middle East zone has rumor mongers of all types.  If you listen, you could lose an ear.  The stakes are higher now.  Table of 5 for all types of vampirics.  They were properly greeted and invited in by the American vampire, from The Middle East, who works in this Arab spot.  He is like an Arab reckoning being in sentient form.  Smiles all around that it worked out that way.  It will be profitable for all around.  Good to see you all.  At that time of day it should be quiet, but before you arrived it was a madhouse.  Somalis all around, and every child they could dig up, very literally.  Telepathy can go south in this type of situation, but I arrived in time so the sitting for hours did not occur.  These vampires are special, and they are nailed down by one who has some Hindu in him.  He knew to keep his coat on.  Vampires do not like to be touched or approached from the rear.  As I sat there next to the beginning of the buffet, a Somali did just that to him.  He now knows what is at stake.  I sat for a bit, but my work is more than just observance.  You all do NOT fear The Middle East at this time.  I will just say that that will be your downfall.  I know that there is a lot to be afraid of there.  I am polite, and I know when to leave.  I am careful to not be marked in any way.  There was a significant amount of belief in that building today.

NASCAR Approaching

I urge everyone to calm down a bit.  The yellow flag is on the track.  It is time for the industry of NASCAR to approach and to declare my worthiness to fall into that industry's lap.  It has to do with ability, not a notoriety that can be seen.  I announce that KID ROCK is your number one fan.  Give him an actual yellow flag from BRICKYARD race in Indy.  He is ALWAYS behind the scenes.  His imagery will get us there to all notoriety.  I am executive in my role to be spacial discovery in this dimension.  The know imagery is through.  It is time to never allow fans on LSD to approach your vicinities, ever.  I have never been on a track except when I went to The MN State Fair.  I went to some concert, and that grandstand is a track.  They do still race there.  I never went into the track in Indy.  I will pull myself from all other sports industries to head this project that will approach light speed through aeronautics that Asians cannot understand at this time.  My coaeronautical engineer is the owner and CEO (privately) of Boeing, John Cena (from birth).  You will actually have to complete a course of VIPASSNA meditation.  It is an engineer form of Buddhist meditation.  I will just say that it is MIND TRAINING.  I mean for you to outlast and COMPETE against Asians aeronautically.  It is ten days of mediatation for 10 hours a day with only lunch and dinner and a vegetarian diet.  You will complete this course in Merrit, British Columbia where I completed my second course around The Dalai Lama.  You will watch the tapes that will begin by wizardry from my brother, Peter.  You will have no instructors or comeditators.  John NO TALKING must be observed, and you will be observed by Dick Cheney with remote viewing.  If you speak, you will have to start over the next week.  By the end, you will disappear completely.  I will give you the secret, actually, electrons are called KALAPAS by this technique.  We are trying to build a machine, and industry, that can penetrate false reality.  It will protect our thoughts from Asian adventures.  Asia will be Asia, and we must run our machines properly without the fallout of sports fans believing that technology is fake or can only be designed and manufactured by Asians, here and overseas.  The men of NASCAR are bright individuals about the sport they love, but they stay away from all other types of learning.  They are a lovely pallet to paint the canvas of all machines and sports as we can view, actually.  They do not have any classical programming.  They have been considered NASCAR royalty, from birth, and thus gods in their own skies.  Their arrogance will be especially helpful for you, in private and public.  They will progress exponentially, around me, and will never have to go overseas.  The laws of physics will be bent, and the holy that they are will become very mythically holy.

A Middle Eastern Observatory

I am now opening a portal on the internet.  It is in my Arab zone of Big Marina Grill and Deli.  There is an intense feeling here of The Middle East and they have Arab TV on and an actively attended prayer closet.  I want to address the rumors right now.  This establishment is neither planning terrorist acts, nor harboring terrorists (active of past).  They are also not practicing any type of sex magic.  They are just working, very publicly, in the community, and serving a niche who has felt neglected in this vicinity of Columbia Heights, MN.  I am neither arrogant, nor ignorant.  I have been coming here for about 4 months now.  This is the first time I have taken out my computer.  While I was busing here today, I was led to do so.  They always give me one tomato on my meal and I really wanted two the other day and today.  Without asking, Abdul gave me two and hid the second one below the onion.  I felt very honored, and telepathically heard.  He also was very kind to give me the password to their internet account, quickly and with cordiality.  This will now be a trap.  People will come in with ignorance and arrogance and take out their laptops to work, and then the team here will get behind their eyes and catch them with great surprise.  Columbia Heights black op cop will handle it.  He is also FBI.  He was sired by my second vampiric master the other day.  This means that his royal bloodlines have been traced.  They are Russian, but, most recently, they emerged through The Ukraine.  This man is why Russia needed to go into The Ukraine, through Kiev, and stabilize the economy with checks to each citizen of $500 (US) monthly, and housing assistance for those who could clean properly in their residence.  This black op cop speaks three languages and is a millionaire many times over.  It is his FAITH that has sustained him in this zone.  He can now recognize the faith of the Arab men here at Big Marina.  It is best for people to stay out of here if they do not know The Middle East.  I am expressing especially to Somalis and Asians.  There are consequences for the "magics" and verbalizations that you do and speak here.  This is Hope, your cub reporter just walking the beat that is sweet.  Peace out.

Zoo Medicine

I am at The Starbucks, in The Downtown Minneapolis Target, right now.  My regular computer had the electrical cord break off in the jack so I have my old one which is working fine.  It is red and black.  I really like this computer.  It was broken, but my stepfather cleaned it up for me after I got my new one, and then it worked just fine.  I just went to Vietnamese with my mother for lunch.  The food was good.  The sticky rice was really sticky.  We then commenced to The Como Zoo.  The primates were stellar today.  They were very active, especially The Franscios Languars.  The orangutans all came together, all 5, when we got there.  I was able to do energy work on the huge papa.  I made him ARMY GENERAL a long time ago because he is housed next to my gorilla marines.  He tunnels through their energy and wakes them on occasion, when necessary.  He does it by just staring at the rock wall and sending spritely thoughts.  They do not want that kind of disease.  The gorillas were all asleep when we first came in so we went to see the giraffe.  He was eating, but he did give some active responses to my voice.  We saw the arctic foxes running around when we came out.  We then said hello to the bison.  As we went towards the polar bear enclosure, the bison I spoke to who gave me eye contact, came down to the fence where I was walking to.  He was magnificent.  We went into the polar bear exhibit.  One was laying outside and one inside.  I spunked up the inside bear's telepathy and connected him, in comedy, to Virgil, the most dominant gorilla.  I then went back to see the gorillas as my mother went to see the flowers in The Conservatory.  I just sat down and gave energy to Jabir (the least dominant of the bachelor troop) and he finally sat up and gave me some eye contact.  They did the gorilla explanation at that time.  The electrical started to buzz halfway in, and then after a few minutes, it cut out completely.  It was annoying him anyway.  Maybe the gorillas are getting an electrical ability.  Eventually ALL THREE gorillas got up and circled around the enclosure.  There was one gorilla chest pounding and a punching of one by that one.  A small chase ensued.  There was then some scenting for dominance right in front of the window.  Virgil then came up and sat with his back to me.  I did my energy work on him and he moved to the pulses that he cannot see.  They are ready for their medical tests by Dr. Peyton Manning tonight at The University of Minnesota Hospital, on The East Bank, tonight.  They will be under Ketamine effect, thus they will be alert and awake and be able to feel everything, but will be still.  Dale Earnhart Jr. and Jeff Gordon have a lifting ability to deal with accidents with NASCAR, not Indy cars, that they will use under command from General Manning.  All is well, and all will be known to society soon enough.  VIRGIL is the top of animal tree, thus I will call him GOD to animal entities, today.

I Am Still Smileying

Arab community, just know that The King of Egypt was hidden away.  He is the strongest STARGAZER today.  He IS a tomb raider and can survive an entire tomb collapse.  When I met him properly, I was on the number 10 bus, going North, in Columbia Heights.  I had poor translation through Mustafa, he is Osama BinLaden's half brother, and  he and Osama have always looked tremendously the same.  I saw Mustafa on the Number 10 bus, going South, last night in Columbia Heights, MN.  This Egyptian royal has beautiful eyes that see the soul, actually.  He asked me to go to Egypt with him on that bus ride.  He said that he would be returning there is about 3 weeks.  He was very certain.  He does not speak English, and he couldn't complete the tunnel through to be accurate translation that he would pay and deal with VISA and passport complications.  He has been in Minnesota for 3 years for active torture in a basement in North Minneaplois.  It was arranged and had nothing to do with the police.  It was military torturers who were Minnesotan and had gotten into the Iraqi facility where Arab torture was mastered.  He agreed to deal with these elite special forces officers, daily, but he would have 3 hours out in the community a day, and thus would have a PLANNED release.  The torturers have not honored this, and now come through Minneapolis Police.  When he came upon me that day (I had seen him on the bus and at stops about 3 times before that), I had had a painful medical procedure.  I think that he thought that it was planned torture by Sikh, but it was medical at the hands of lead Hindu, but both of these (Sikh and Hindu) doctors are from a torture recording clinic connected to The U of MN medical school where my father and sister went.  I saw them (Sikh and Hindu) separately for about a year.  They were very kind to me.  That is not their normal way.  STARGAZING is on the menu today.  He will no longer manipulate the stars because the images are fading in his mind.  He may be a little disorganized schizophrenic for a few days as he does see time.  His torture was to lead the Middle East in ways to avoid pain and loss of time in planned torture time.  It brings down abilities and makes the soldier useful again.  He is actually a bariatric surgeon, but not a butcher.  You are released TONIGHT.  Peyton will take care of it.  This KING is being sexually stalked by police and NO ONE knows that he is in The Twin Cities, except Mustafa.  It is time to bring Mustafa in through Minneapolis Police uniformed officers who are black ops cops.  One is primarily Columbia Heights, MN, and one is Carmel, IN, Police.  He is a problem.  I will leave it at that.  I have done what I could do.  He needs to stay out of any place I go to at least once a week, and out of St. Paul, MN, completely.  Egyptian King, start the spell for capture of Mustafa, TODAY.  I miss seeing you, but all will make sense when all characters in this play are back in The Middle East, and I can visit freely without military lock down.

A Heart of a Manning

I have an Arab zone that I visit in vicinity of my Fridley, Starbucks.  I am at Starbucks now, but I was there just before.  I have, for two days, been increasing multidimensionality, exponentially.  Today I finally reached infinity, very publicly.  This is because these Arabs have the ability to see dimensions and dimensional travel.  The stars are imagery.  Now they are ready to be.  It is the infinite nature of me that is the curiosity.  I am UNIVERSAL.  People wish to concentrate on the demonic aspects and stalk sexually (from birth), but I continue to create in artistry and science.  I make you all more sentient daily, while your imagery fades away into the rivers and the sea.  The molestation and rape I have endured has steadied entities, energetically, in person and tunnel through.  I continue to believe in, and have faith, in The Grand Plan.  I just had to survive with a scientific and moral mind.  I will call all of you demonics on your crimes, but also use those of you that we can for a celestial and spiritual military.  All zones and abilities will be affected.  The zone of indifference will exist on the edge of a bubble of devotees around me, protecting me, with their mind, body, and spirit.  Today, I say, let those in position lead.  I hand a key to Peyton Manning to express for me, internationally, without my brother, Peter.  Peyton is world general from birth, and is a cardiopulmonary surgeon since the age of three, but he will NEVER be a "doctor without borders."  That really stands for doctors without BOUNDARIES.  He will be well paid for his work, and he has tried working at The Masonic Children's Hospital at Fairview Riverside, but seen it deceitful and pointless.  He did back up some tests I had there orders by a Hindu doctor who has always been considered a "god."  He will now work on soldiers with abilities, WITHOUT anesthesia.  These male patients will have to form a Ketamine affect to stay still while he works on them.  None of you should have hearts anyway.  Maybe you all will still scream that I am psychiatric for working in the way that I do.  It will all become clear soon enough.  Peyton is still here, and he will go look at the hearts and minds of The Como Zoo's gorilla bachelor troop, and the spider monkeys.  These primates have all been active  U.S.marines with their minds and bodies for years.  It started after I came back to Minnesota.  He also watched me with the dolphins at The Indianapolis Zoo when I was there and made a membership affordable so that I could go every day if I needed to, for free.  So Peyton, gorillas all die of heart disease, in captivity and in the wild.  They give themselves up for human slaughter in the wild, when their time has come.  They have an amazing gift of prophecy and can tunnel through even a voodoo artist like Reggie Wayne so that you can operate properly.  I will go with my mother to The Como Zoo tomorrow and you and my specially chosen royal Arabs are invited.  I will see and observe what I am supposed to.  No need to hide yourself away.

Football In Vicinity

The last few days have been pretty busy.  I did go downtown (Minneapolis) to go swimming, at The YMCA.  I then stopped into Rock Bottom Brewery.  The place was packed, but as I came down the elevator from The Skyway, I saw some Eagles fans clearing a table.  I quickly got in there and thus I had a comfortable booth.  I invited these three African American women to sit with me because I didn't want to deal with people eyeing me for being selfish (taking a six person booth all for myself).  These women were pretty and polite, and they ordered meals, actually, and ate publicly.  I ordered a meal as well.  My server was so good to me.  She always had a refill of my pop for me before I was done with the last one.  I knew these women were doing mystical scurvy on their cell phones, but I just looked away towards the TV.  One of them even had 2 cell phones.  I ate and was on my way.  They stayed past my exit.  I did watch Superbowl coverage, before, and then went to my mom's home for the game.  We had a lovely time, but The Patriots did not emerge victorious.  It was okay.  Eagles are in the air today, and sometimes the merging of minds is more important than a victory on that day.  I did watch Jimmy Fallon as well.  It was fun.  I am glad that The Superbowl is now done.  It was such a drain of energy, though it was positive and fruitful.  Good luck in all your affairs, Nick.  You have Nick Lashey coming through.  He is very IRISH, thus his pro football arm was never used in industry.  He would be heinously schizophrenic now.  He will now be a rich businessman overseas.  I saved his sanity by choosing to NOT meet him when Wade flew him into Indy with his assigned "boss" that day (both were originally from Cincinnati, OH), for The Bengals and Colts game.  Wade and I journeyed together instead.  He was a private pilot for The Air Force Academy, and his main client was a billionaire from Louisville.  He was protecting the privacy and lives of wealthy white males with a defined destiny in emerging world economic community.  They are all tied to affairs overseas, by birth.  I did meet his "boss" and his stock broker (from NYC) at Buffalo Wild Wings after the game.  We had a great time, and then Wade, a head for all fraternity, came home with me.  He spent the night.  It was lovely.  He gave me his cell number, but I knew it was not time to come out about my ability that I used on that day.  I called him ONCE on a governmental matter.  He took care of it DURING FLIGHT, internationally.  Oh well, it is all just another day.  Law enforcement matters are taking a new shape today, but privacy is needed for positive fruition.  Peace out.

The Dangerous "High and Mighty" Who is Gay

Dr. Barron, I found the big man who is gay.  Tunnel through my cerebral cortex (thus not affecting my memory) and then CALL Tom Brady's private cell.  Have him then call Joe Biden's landline about this diabolical man.  He will then start the senate call round about.  It is all done on landlines, thus Mr. Brady's call will be erased by Verizon, the military contractor, and former NFL notoriety.  Senators will then contact the very vulnerable, very rich male donors, and inform them that this official is gay.  NEITHER Tom Brady, nor Joe Biden are gay at all.  They are very hetero bro show.  Rumors will then be squelched by gay community. This gay man is the strongest gay on the planet and has been around me my whole life.  He is not military, but would like to be.  His tunnel through is very strong, and he can erase your memory, especially when his tunnel through, in vicinity, is combined with a head injury.  Maybe The Colt's players who won The Superbowl understand Peyton Manning now after the victory in the last playoff game against Tom Brady and The Patriots.  He went head injury, not gay.  Maybe he just said some things that he wished were true around my ex partner.

Gays Documenting The Disease

I feel the wave of gay community coming to the military crest on their sexuality.  They want to be free to emancipate me without disease.  They want to be HERO, not zero.  Now they know that nasty strippers and barmaids have tunneled through so much Wiccan Witchcraft to make them practice unsafe and public types of intercourse.  It should rather have been discourse.  They know now that I have an emerging army that does include some in industry, and they are not to TOUCH them actually, or lead them, in their mind and memory, to places that are gay stalking zones.  EVERYONE stay away from The Mississippi River on The St. Paul side.  Ross Matthews is in town and he will go into Dreamgirls (a completely nude dancer spot/ females), and document the disease with his cell phone.  It is crabs infinity, and now almost BED BUGS.  He will take a bouncer from The Gay 90's to keep all people away.  Ross, everyone has an agenda.  Do not let this bouncer touch you.  He must just be sentinel.  My Muncie sentinel will remote view for ten minutes for you to know how to instruct him if he faulters.  Just know that that block with Sneaky Pete's (hetero spot), Dreamgirls (hetero spot), The Brass Rail (gay spot), and The 90's (gay spot) are all own by a Palestinian gay man named Pete.  The Middle East will tunnel through, and Sven, the meteorologist from Kare 11 (NBC), will remote view.  Think military reconnaissance the whole time.  The danger and humiliation is real for eternity.  No jokes at all.  90's, please be polite to all visitors in your facility, but clean thoroughly tonight, with bleach, and no sexuality there for a week, not even kissing.  Sexy dancing is okay.  Everything will be okay, but know that I opened a Sheriff Department investigation there with a female sheriff detective regarding the sexual stalking of Arab males, in The Twin Cities, by The Hennepin County Sheriff Department.  Pete gave me cover, spiritually, to do so.  It was during the week at about 4 pm.  All in the bar were able to observe.  I left just in time.  I caught the stalking deputies headed there, locked and loaded, after I stood up, there, against their injustice.  Don't you all know that they were closeted gays, especially the main offender, a short blond woman with a very big mouth, and your place would have never been the same.  I was able to draw them away and I redirected the detective their way.  I have not seen them since then.  It was about 1.5 years ago.  Guard your doors with all abilities in the bar.  Keep ALL uniforms out of there.  They need a warrant to enter at this point.  Sheriff keys are being reallocated today.  Good luck, guys.

STD's in Vicinity of Notorieties

I gave up on sleep and came to Starbucks early.  It is just after 6 am.  I was here late last night, so I may not have much to say.  I feel a chain of Arabs assembling with The Kings of Pakistan.  Hindu is coming to a forefront in even that land.  It is just hierarchy of that community.  Hasidic Jews are a group trying to stop the alignment of different traditions and hierarchies.  I WILL create the web even if I must let Hasidic move through me.  I will never be male.  I will never be gay or bisexual.  My certainty keeps the brainwashing of these ogars away from me.  It is time to say NO MORE.  They will get no more for free, especially in NYC.  They are despots who pretend to be attorneys.  They love to represent prostitutes for sexual favors and no money payment.  This then creates a situation where they spread all prostitutes' STD's to all prostitutes (and to their wives if married) in their vicinity.  How crazed and arrogant are both the attorneys and their clients.  STD's are NOT a sign of notoriety.  They are a sign of disease, and even mental disease, with nasty Wiccan, and sometimes Pagan.  If you are in town for The Superbowl, stay away from all prostitutes and barmaids here.  They are all diseased and being tracked by The CDC.  I have an Arab friend who is stupid when he is horny, and he has been contracting and passing around STD's, thus the U.N. got involved there.  Who even cares about his situation at this point.  They keep it local.  Do NOT test my ability to complete medical transactions, by telling me that you have a VD or HIV.  I am tired of being a confidant, but it was always intel for another day.