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.