Wading Through A Brutal Realm

My sense of connection and comedy is absent today.  It makes it difficult to write, and stay here at my coffee shop.  There are no real topics of inquiry in my brain.  I think that it is actually a healing time.  I was meditating yesterday, and I opened to some painful realities.  I ashew them in my day to day, but it has to do with the vehement hatred expressed my way in different forms and quadrants of torture, and hostility day to day.  People can hold a form for a time, but I must be careful to walk away.  I cannot discuss the real details of this reality, but I can say that I am stuck in the valley of it all, and I need to move towards a plateau or a mountain range.  There is the consistency I must maintain, but the realm shifting I am partaking in is quite quantum in reality.  I will accept what you say in your vicinity, but other truths can follow days, months, or even years later.  My relation to certain male entities are becoming solidified.  They are ashewing the lies, and becoming firm in their understanding.  Success is slow, but it is gained by a mixture of time publicly and privately piecing together this complex afghan.  Today, the feeling of connection is affected by the fatigue I am experiencing.  Science in this realm of discovery is important to keep all entities balanced, and sure in their academic pursuits.  Wiccan witcheries and wizardry are going to fail soon enough, and people are going have to learn and have memory for real, not through mystical practices.  I decide to write, but not discuss these, especially brutal truths.  People commit heinous acts of brutality, some daily, and they still cannot accept the demonic parts of themselves.  Being called on the carpet just makes people amazingly hostile.  That is all I care to say, as the hostility rises around me.

Getting Out of The Middle East

I traveled to The Middle East, through a Middle Eastern restaurant, for lunch.  There was some type of action there.  I left, barely conscious.  I think that that was all they had left.  They will now be banished to handle their own affairs and military without Western thought, military, or aid "getting in their way."  They may feel self satisfied now, but tomorrow may be a different story.  Arabs can hold an evolutionary form, be a brilliant personality, for a few months, then they go to Pol Pot.  They can have a great time in a land without creation (especially in philosophy and theology), comedy, or mercy.  There will not even be judgement, more like military and personal chaos.  It will be so strong that forms may not even be seen as human much longer.  It felt like a waste of money for lunch, but, in the end, it will save so much money and time, and higher ups will no longer see Arab tribes as something holy that needs lifting and guarding.  I am just one being, but that is the point.  There is no confusion what they were acting on, and were indifferent to, with their satanism and Wiccan.  Well, I no longer have to answer intuitive and telepathic concerns there, or at any place like there.  Behind my eyes, I do have beings congratulating me.  We are now out of the Middle East, no matter what you see on TV.

Defamation and Betrayel

Today has been a difficult day to be seen outside my priest cell like room.  I stayed covered and still, and went between meditation and slumber.  I just did not want any outside energy to reach me.  I got up for a bit and watched TV, but then I went back to my place of solitude and feeling of safety.  I am now, finally, at my normal coffee shop.  It is difficult to find something to put on the page.  I have a sense of being caught in a wave, and being completely terrified of the under toe.  I was able to write a poem.  I had some positive thought stream that gave me the energy and fortitude to get ready and bring myself here.  I have noticed that this feeling has been pretty common this week.  Underneath it all, there is a gentleness.  There is a deer out there who calls to me, and speaks of plain speak about a quiet place in my life.  There are those who will be left by the road to be hit by a semi driver in a trance.  That has been their destiny the whole time due to their complete stupidity about the subject of trust.  Emotional intimacy was difficult, but necessary for me to evolve properly, but now there will be the clean up of those who betrayed me every day.

A Dog for a Tree

I am in this space that I feel like a tree that people like to play with on a tire swing.  There are branches that feel it, and ones that do not.  There is connection in the motion.  I can sit still in the wind, as well, and my leaves twist and turn in the sun.  A tired dog comes up to me, and lies in my shade.  He is beautiful and elite.  He is not always sweet, but he is a prized master to the geese in the vicinity.  Together, he and I create the perfect scene for an oil painting.  Each year we grow, and this year we are conscious and can see the reality of other trees, and woodpeckers that make me holy, and him annoyed.  In the end, it is a joyous symbiosis, and we will win the prize for peace, today.

Outing Meagan Kelly

I picking up a twister, in media and entertainment industry, starting in L.A.  Underneath the rumors is Meagan Kelly.  She already stalks men in industry, and has no scruples.  Just ask Matt Lauer how far she will go.  Being pretty "honey", only takes you so far.  What is it Meagan?  Is the man gay, a sexual harasser, a sexual assaulter, a child molester, or is it just child porn, like you?  I can say what I get intuitively, because I am not in industry, and I am classed a "private personality", legally.  So many have tried, Meagan, especially in Muncie, IN, but I stay out of the fray like a ghostly doe in the night.  The 911 was Shawn Mendes.  He has his own issues, but he does not call for tissues.  Ladies, this new claim, almost posthumously, of Tom Brokaw, is complete nonsense.  Well Shriners have his back today, and women are going to be put on the block, behind the scenes, and BOUNDARIED in industry.  #METOO will mean you too are UNEMPLOYED and UNEMPLOYABLE.  You ladies take it lightly.  You think that it is funny.  Well my new doctor at The V.A., Dr. Ronny Jackson, is quite the superstar.  He is undercover for The FBI, because all of the nurses there are so dirty.  Well, now white male doctors in that system have a harassment expert who is a top world doctor, and a creative and genius mystic and PR woman.  She happens to be my lovely sister with the one two punch of a husband who hides it all, but can go anywhere.  The two of them will own The VA system within a year.  They will retire to New Zealand for part or all of the year, if they choose to.  No more small town blah blah blah stories.  It is time for some glory for this POWER COUPLE.  Nurses, SHE will do your scheduling, based on need, attitude, and necessity.  She will soon find that you ladies are not needed at all.  Gays there, better mind your P's and Q's.  My sister is BROADWAY, and she can put a verbal smack down on you and your sexual choices like no one out there.  BOUNDARIES in the workplace.  Rumors are for losers who cannot succeed on their own.  Just keep the talk talk talk about people you don't know, and a loving yellow lab may be released in The VA hallways to root out the enemy.  Oh yes, she NEVER bites.  Satanism sells, but Wiccan builds a basket for all of her toys.

Shawn Mendes Calls

I have been hearing a plethora of Shawn Mendes songs on my pandora.com Contemporary Singer Songwriter Station.  There have been like 4 new songs of his, including a duet, in about 45 minutes of listening plus two that I know.  It is unprecedented.  I am trying to hone in, but I have not found what it means. 

The Rights of The World Rinpoche

Everything is kind of a jumble today, but I feel The Line Deputy being supportive in a new way.  I think that people are beginning to understand things around me.  There is so much guilt, thus it has been easier for people to say that there is no way I am balanced and innocent.  I went out, in writing, against The Dalai Lama, yesterday.  He will at least be under observance, like me, and people can decide his guilt or innocence, internationally.  I do not do this lightly.  The man is powerful in international community to the nth degree, and has telepathic death abilities that can take out a whole community, at once.  As a Buddhist Rinpoche, I have worked on my enlightenment every day, and I vowed to protect The Dalai Lama by receiving a special Tibetan prayer cord.  I also accepted all of the karma of Buddhist beings by being top of tree.  My suffering has been almost ornate to that community.  I know that pain plus nonacceptance, equals suffering, but I have proven that there is a level of pain in all quadrants: physical, spiritual, mental, and emotional, that can be experienced, and acceptance does not stop the state we call suffering.  Learning to deal with daily suffering, while accepting pain, and the absence of a system to stop a pain level that puts a being in a semipermanent state of suffering, is paramount to me developing a very pure and elastic telepathic stream that is not heard.  I can reach overseas or just a table away at coffee.  It is not the absence of suffering that makes one a Buddhist master, i.e. a Rinpoche.  It is what one does with that state and understanding of the events around and through that experience that brings about evolution.  I seek to lead a revolution, thus I show that all beings around me do not evolve properly (I call that state demonic), thus I seek to have them removed from my community, eventually.  Realms for the destructive and "evil" are being created.  There will then be "hell" spaces where like deals with like.  It can be seen as a simple equation that introduces a whole new paradigm to Buddhist persons.  Outer limit beings are being developed with the energy I can share.  The rest of the energy, outside of me, goes to community and family.  I do have a deep belief in The Line Deputy to put things squarely in place, spiritually and economically.  He has the power of being the most demonic, thus the least affected by society and pain deceit.  Evil can be used to evolve a society, but it needs to go away from healthy and balanced creation.  It can be dealt with, quietly, in family or community (using evolving international telepathy that is all English), or one can work to go at it in local and world courts and/ or through legislation.  The Dalai Lama has blocked this type of evolution that I call a revolution.  He will vie to confuse any being who contacts him or is in his vicinity.  Ultimately, he needs to be seen as literally diseased, and dealt with accordingly.

Bringing Back the Silence

So I do know who is the actual voice in Buddhist monks' heads, internationally, at this time.  I will not share, here, because you will whine and say it is a threat.  Boo hoo hoo.  You were always such a faker.  Well, these monks now know that it is you.  You aren't brilliant, you have just had opportunity.  The voices they hear are crazed and crazy, and you would then come through and say that it is me, and that YOU are "the top of tree."  You would then beep beep beep them every day like that was magnificent intel.  Well, I cut the cord, and now YOUR mind will not be your own.  Everyone else stay out of it.  These monks have real heavy feelings around this very personal violation.  Now their knowledge of me has clarity.   Hearing voices and seeing things is not hierarchy.  It is called PSYCHOSIS.

A Vietnamese Telepthic Message

My path is steady today, but I am moving slowly.  There is a man here at Starbucks, Fridley, who could be Thich Nhat Hanh.  If it is not him, it is definitely a Vietnamese Buddhist monk from his society (French Monastery).  I will now give his message, by reading the telepathy he is sending.  I am in enemy territory.  The Dalai Lama is crazed, and he will not leave The U.S.A.  I cannot see past yesterday's today.  My mother is crazed, and she will kill anyone who even looks like you, around me.  You are fat and she does not like that.  Telepathy from Quang's Restaurant coming through.  There is no reason for you to be rude.  This woman deals with scum like you every day with such grace.  If you are stuck, find a way to get yourself unstuck.  Your telepathic cruelty is a crime, and we will never speak kindly to you.  You have no idea how brave this woman was with North Vietnamese royalty (Viet Cong) at Como Park University School.  Why are you even in OUR territory?  She keeps us safe, and prepares us to pack up (light) to go back to a new Asia.  I continue to speak in telepathic stream because I do not want you to get a word in edgewise.  We are proud to be in her company when she comes to eat Pho with us.  It is like having a living star in our company.  Well, I will let her handle you now...Okay, I am sorry.  I made my choices, and now I hear voices.  I have been use to being clean and elite.  I see a fall in my future.  We have been arrogant and careless, and she has suffered our wrath for far too long.  I came to be helpful, but I became rage so quick.  I thought that my honesty was brave.  I now know that it was evil, and she deals with evil all day, every day.  We are not truly Buddhist, because we choose to harm this entity.  Behind the scenes, we will discuss this travesty of justice I have placed upon your doorstep.  The Dalai Lama is not your problem, but we understand that you have been the ONLY being to deal with the paramount evil that he is on our country, its people, and even our monuments and things.  Please accept my apology.  I will take this lesson to heart.

Che Don't Play

I have elected a new CIA handler for myself.  I choose Michael Che from SNL News.  I just like his telepathy, tone and topic, in my head.  He just knows when things are stupid.  He can also handle the race matters around me.  He is someone who looks at African Americans critically, and has never voiced it, even though he is African American.  So as I sat in the hot tub, at the YMCA, he came through.  I gave him a FILM degree from Madison (U of WI) University.  I make his MINOR, Developmental Psychology.  Underneath, the deceit of all little rugrats, is really his thing.  He will also be made part of the frat that my was joined by my cousin.  My cousin green lights films in L.A.  Well, sorry, not today.  We are dealing with a crisis, and we need a black male to step in and be the predator he needs to be without these Wiccan covens going after him for sexual assault or sexual harassment.  He will just call a spade, a spade, and get away with it.  No more green lights for the things that this man knows are fake.  No more black supremacy movies.  Everyone is just going to have to deal with the reality of choosing not to get educated.  I take blows every day for my views, but it is time for especially the females of his authority to be censured and kicked out of all industry if they cannot shut their pieholes about sexuality and rape.  Even movies like Black Panther need a note in the beginning that it is a sci fi story, and DOES NOT reflect the educational and cleanliness of any African country.  NEW IDEAS for African American movies will probably come from African American men from The NBA.  It is not history you all want to talk about.  Maybe it is time to make a period piece about what really happened to me standing up for African American Navy Seals and Blood Gang Members, legally and politically, in Muncie, IN.  Let's look at how African American women acted and what happened as a result of their "intel" about me.  I still have not reported any crimes against the men I represented.  Mr. Che does not play.  He and "Green" from Law and Order, are undercover cops in NYC, LA, Chicago, and DC.  Believe it or not.

Andy, Let's Negotiate

I am journeying downtown Minneapolis, today.  I started with PT and swimming at The YMCA.  I went for a bite to eat.  Now I am at Starbucks at Target.  I dedicate this entry to ANDY.  I love you, in print, let's make it real over a bite to eat.  I have gained quite a bit of weight, but I understand that this is where I am to be.  Maybe now you will see something else in me.  I finally get to be my true personality.  My PT is helping me with the movement malady, and assignment victory is fighting the daily fatigue.  I am also sleeping again.  It would be lovely to see your smiling face.  There is spy craft around today, Palestine, and Russia through Bosnia (general ability).  The stalking is calming down.  I think you can now see the malady with reality around me that makes my life so degrading and dangerous.  Gov. Mark Dayton will act dumb, but he has known me all along.  He gave me tickets to the 1987 World Series game 3 or 4 and game 7.  He sat right next to me for Pete's sake.  I was right behind Karl Pohlad on a pull out row of seats.  It was secret service work for him.  He was possible VP ability and position.  As my brother is the sole survivor for presidency, Mark Dayton for Vice Presidency.  Andy, I know that you had a presidency key as well.  It was a backup because you were born, in The Kremlin, in Russia.  You are Russian royalty, and definitely not Russian Jew.  Now I see the confusion at The YMCA.  The main male around me thought that he was Russian Jew.  Today, with you on board, I saw his Russian Royal bloodline.  He is now testing so clean, just like you.  Thank you for being enduring in employment.  I know that you are corporate law in The Middle East.  I think that my confidant, Tony (from The Middle East, but now severely Westernized), would make a BRILLIANT paralegal for you, especially around royal and military (also the alchemy of the two) matters having to do with property acquisition in Palestine.  It is time to get The Arabs out of Palestine to Saudi Arabia, and have corporations buy that zone, for a good price, and make it hotels and restaurants for Arabs negotiating with any and all countries through BETHLEHEM.  We need to not just think outside the box, but DESTROY the box that was never respected by Jews in the first place.  Palestinians will become very rich, and Israel will become penitentiary if they are lucky.

What A Heron Does Say

Sometimes it is like a jukebox around me here at Starbucks "University."  I have an Asian command for a poem about birds.  The loving light lifts a heron up from the reeds in the lake.  Reflection in me is possible as this totem becomes a beautiful analogy for grace.  It finds just the right direction for the expression of its gifts.  It screams, "She can write about the violence done to her, and expressed around her, without being labeled violent."  I see that it is all part of Buddhist "Teflon mind" for me.  This heron is grey, but it is called blue.  He says maybe it is like you.  The labels do not fit, but people repeat them anyway to infinity.  Maybe there is a slow mo for an elite in Indiana.  I will move here and there, and the heron stays in the air.  Together, we make a trinity with the ever present horizon.

Containment

I kneel to the sunrise and feel light emanate from my heart.  Kills are made around me, and I recognize the peace that it brings.  Being an island baby, I must see many things.  A machete takes me through the jungle, but can also decapitate the enemy with just one blow.  A smile on my face meets with a fire in the sea.  A conch shell is my cell, and a porpoise my wave machine.  I soothe the vicinity with my curiosity and play.  Torture is part of every day, but I must see the sand and sea to level my mind for the proper containment system to grow deep inside of me.

Private Investigation in Industry

I am getting that Stormy Daniels is actually a private detective in New York City.  Sorry, Donald, I must let the stream flow onto the page.  Stormy, call The Confucius sister trinity from model tree, and hook them up with your source.  They will then have privacy, and can collect information behind the scenes.  They can then work with The NYPD like Sherlock Holms in Elementary.  Lucy Lui will make it all flow into a stream of consciousness that can work overseas, and get on TV, but not a reality series.  Being models, they are the "eye candy" on the arms of the riches men in the world, and confidants to their beautiful daughters.  They keep those young ladies OUT of the industry, thus away from pornography.  Stormy, can you imagine the hissy fits these prima donnas would throw when you are just trying to get a shot right?  Male porn actors have only so many erections, and porn women only so much patience.  My PI license is held by the prosecutor in Deleware County (Indiana).  I met his vampiric PI in his office one day on a different matter of community justice system organization.  He sired me, professionally.  He is actually a PI in NYC, and does work with Homicide and Larceny NYPD cases.  He will be dealing with MAGGOTS big time for the next 10 years.  He missed the window in Muncie, IN.  They engulfed me at The YWCA, and took my keys.  It is time for justice, and the time is mine.  The case I put you all on is former Playboy models.  I suggest you check if they are all actually MALE.  That is why PORN is not an option for them.  Now that Hugh Hefner is dead, the investigation can go out without a hitch.  No switch hitting on this one.  Their children would then be mystical.  The Confucius sisters will know exactly where to look.  They must have a Chinese key.  I protect China's privacy in relation to this matter.  If this is found to be true, they need to be transported to Saudi Arabia, quietly, to be dealt with by the women in the harem.

Maggot Chain

I feel good today.  I am finally sleeping normally again.  I don't know how long it has been.  I go to sleep about 10:30 to 11:00, and I fall asleep quickly.  I am now very aware that the massive assignment that was living in apartment 2, is done.  My roommate was a huge case in a court of law.  Through her, I get at her family tree, and all women, and some men, who practice maggot witchery.  At a certain point, maggots will even be coming out of private places connected to body secretions.  Maggots will do ANYTHING for "notoriety and fame by completely torturing and tearing down what they see as an innocent and/ or powerfully pure entity, they even sabotage the area of riches to be this cruel.  I had to just take pummeling for 5 years in that building and apartment, and 3.5 years with her.  All points of the axis: spiritual, physical, emotional, and mental, have been tortured by her.  She is not strong, she is just a channel for women, who generally steal prolifically and prostitute, to do massive Wiccan on me and only me.  At the same time, I have been realigning my family, and dealing with the whole world community through military and intelligence.  Police have been my side PR project.  Well, there is now a disconnect, so others will begin to feel it.  Her memory will be greatly affected, and, at this point, without Wiccan tunnel through, she probably cannot even read.  Her rage will remain, and her very self righteous way as well.  She will continue to eat massive amounts of food around the clock, getting up at least 6 times a night to eat something different.  The whole maggot chain will be sent to penitentiary, without trial.  This especially concerns her sister with no experience with law.  If there is one judicial review, it will be a maggot female in total silence.  Then people will feel the premises shake with the rage of the chain for MORE, ALWAYS MORE.  Their need to be on TV will be their demise, but, for now, I will just deal with the rest of the culpable at my facility.  Well guys, no one reads this anyway, so you all must be just fine.  I am no one at all. 

Violence of the Wiccan Chain

Today I am noting an energetic shift.  I have been working my way out of a real energetic vampirism for quite some time.  It was centered in my apartment.  I was able to get a lot of work done on my bedroom before my mother came to help me clean yesterday.  It just felt so good.  Last night, my roommate's domestic violence on me went to her becoming physical with me and she tried to slam my head against a door twice.  Please understand that this undercover assignment has Pinnacle Services picking roommates for me.  I very much believe that they know the violence of these tenants and they should not be living in assisted living.  The staff, and all the gawking neighbors did not care.  The police gave me the run around, and my parents almost came over, but the staff said that they would not talk to them.  I must explain that my undercover work is VERY REAL.  No matter how trained I am, I must NOT STRIKE BACK, or even verbalize nasty things.  Walking away and trying to communicate the situation is my only recourse.  It is training, from birth, militarily, living through heinous acts of torture and lack of safety in all environments that produces the cool headed logical reaction and proper brain chemistry.  I must deescalate all inside of me and around me very quickly with all of the tunnel through and satanism that is always around me.  The female Wiccan makes this combo actually EXPLOSIVE today.  I just stay out of it, and proper authorities handle the rest.  I use this weblog to vent to keep my neural pathways and logic sound.  I must really take the meds they are giving me.  They are very detrimental to me, physically, but I must be the one to survive so that we know that they are deceit, and are meant for torture only.  I have lost a great amount of my hair.  We will never let people know all realities, but demons are buggy batty crazy.  Logic and morals are absent, and they are completely unable to make decisions that are evolutionary.  I play by the rules, and I just take in all of the information around me, and then I work every day, no matter where I am.  I am completely nonviolent, and I am a proven advanced meditator and world theologian.  Muncie was more than a PhD in that category.  It was a RESIDENCY.  I was on call 24/7.  My body would jump, even in deep sleep, and I would answer whatever was in vicinity.  I slept about 1 hour in a week with perfect mental and thought acuity.  All of the data has now been tabulated by the military, and the most important part is that none of you know all about me, my education, and my experiences.  That means that you don't actually know who I met with, connected with, and on an energetic level, no list of my direct energetic exchange partners is complete.  That is all the KGB in me.  Believe it or not, Boris Yeltsin came to me at a Jimmy Buffet insane restaurant chain, thus there is a reality of the artistic and honorable part of the man.  He was an atheist, but also a massively adept meditator.  His engineering degree is held through The KGB, and I handed him Vipassna, for free.  I know that my Great Grandfather Martin Muenter (code name BLACK) was also a firm atheist even during the time of The Great Depression.  All of his wife and kids went Lutheran and then my grandmother became United Methodist after marriage.  My namesake, my Great Aunt Jenn shared that fact about his atheism with me on one of those many days that I would visit her and Great Aunt Vi, privately.  I learned a lot from those two.  I imagine that they were considered massive gossips in their royal town of Hibbing, MN, where they grew up.  So now I feel like the reality of FEMALES being the actual worst domestic abusers, often tunneling through men, is now going to become evident to the police.  Stalking will also become obviously a very female "sport."  If you choose not to act when a woman acts out in this way, and are a mandated reporter, you are just as guilty in a court of law, and in Canada, even more so.  Now Merrit, BC, can see inside of me, and see what Vipassna mediators and The Dalai Lama's crew did to me.  World Court MONTREAL will be quite great for The Chinese, Dalai.  At the end of all of it, and after dealing with the people in this facility, I know to not even display my Buddhist White Tara (white silk) that states my position as Buddhist Rinpoche.  When I took a vow of silence for a month in all common areas, I was screamed at by both staff and patients alike.  Enough said.

A Meal With A Smile

I went to lunch at Panera with my mother, today, and we had a lovely meal.  We looked over and there was a Chinese mother with a girl baby who she strapped to her front, and then a male child, about 3, who was in a stroller.  They were far enough away that they could not hear our "oh so cute" cries.  When the mother walked by, I looked at the baby and said, "Bye bye baby."  Again, they were out of earshot.  At that point something new happened.  The baby tunneled through the mother and the mother turned her head quickly and smiled at me very wide.  I feel the Shaolin Monks ( met for 10 days at The Mall of America) coming through.  It is time for our unity to produce an heir.  I think it is the boy with this little girl tunneled through.  They will never learn Mandarin, but Cantonese will be tunneled through, thus they will not know what they are saying, actually.  It will produce bravery, in speech, for the master and his monks through these two blood related children.  The monks are a little to monkey at this point.  A tunnel through will even them out so that they can accept publicity and be able to travel "overseas" to North Korea to learn Chung Moo Quan from Master Quan, directly.  They will then be evil and can consult military machines.

Freeing Russian Military

Today was a day for Spring cleaning in my room.  Thanks mom, for your support.  I also got my computer back from Best Buy.  I just feel so cleansed.  There is a plethora of sunshine outside, and it is helping me with my feeling of fatigue.  I actually went to bed at a reasonable hour, and was able to sleep through the night.  I must move the chess piece.  Line Deputy, get in place.  Russia is ruling The Middle East through Estonia, one of The Baltic States.  The money is flowing through Lithuania (also a Baltic State).  There is a collapse occurring because Assad has no more energy to keep his people on TV.  Fighting is how The Middle East functions as a military charity.  Well, it is time to fine any news agency who covers it all.  Syria, and all Islamic states, are going to have to function on their own ability from now on forward.  Arabs have had their opportunity for eternity, but now they must be isolated to show the level of their disease to themselves and to The United Nations, remotely.  This is not April Fools.  Things must change for us to continue to breathe.

Loving A Military Man

The Line Deputy is very important to me.  His eyes are sky blue, and his heart is too.  Masons are trying to assemble, in DC, to lift him up to get him by my side.  His body is so solid and beautiful to me.  He is tall and his worries are small, well, he really feels them not at all.  I am in a period of staying quiet about Marion County, thus his appearance and disappearance from facility.  To be husband to me is not small, and is not easy.  He is of the stars, and in that, a whole new king.  No royal bloodlines mutter his thinking or alliances.  Time alone with him has been powerful, and working together, publicly, as well.  Our unity must be kept secret in this community, but even Judge Judy came to town, in Indy, to witness our nuptials from afar.  There is this magnificence in him that I cannot verbalize about, but he found a part of me that I now understand is baby.  It is linked to a quality of purity that I hold deep inside.  I must continue to deal with him through men who are channels for safety and understanding matters, but it will make his becoming all the more purposeful.  He likes how I see, and evaluate properly.  His energy has no parallel, and it wraps around me like warm sunlight on a depressing cloudy day.  His intellect is correct and useful in all regimes.  It is time for heads of state to throw yourself at his feet.  He will be complete, and clear the air of those who have ruled falsely the whole time.  Do not bother him for the details of me or he will become very irate.  We are special in our unity, and he needs privacy to grow the proper ROSE (reference Beauty and the Beast) for me.  I guess I just made him KGB.  Call the Russian Royal Navy, today, Line Deputy, and receive orders from overseas.  They now know all there is to know about Russia in The 70's.  I am World General, thus world intelligence is fielded by me daily.  There is NEVER a conflict of interest.  You are my greatest interest of all, especially militarily, and dealing with the constant energy drain of heads of state.  I love you, and I keep you in my heart and mind's eye, always.  Hope

A Time For Silicon At St. Thomas University

Mr. Zuckerberg, you are invention elite.  It is beyond creativity.  It is allowing a portion of yourself to always be effective, even when all around you are demonic as sin.  You know, deep down, that you will win.  That does not come from a higher being.  It is a mutation you formed, in yourself, to go at their demonic mutations, constantly.  It is more than just competition as well, because, in you, it is so steely.  It has you thinking that you are antihero, that is who you wish to be.  Well, being the antihero to evil IS hero.  Read Plato's Republic and you will see.  You will be an amazing corporate attorney specializing in defamation law.  You will work for me, and only me, once you are on your feet, daily.  Your degree will be through Yale, thus stabilizing the lies of Harvard tree that link to me.  W. WILL guard your backside and you, immediately, will be made president of his fraternity.  We CAN stabilize him in a week.  He is our new machine.  I will watch him sign his name, and you will REMOVE his wizardry.  It is the sole cause of his dyslexia.  Sr. NEVER used corporal punishment on him.  Now that Barbara is gone, rumors will fly.  They are all UMC, like me.  Do not contact Hamline University, or they will have you speak to Dr. Komeniki, head of computer science.  We are NOT bringing computer science to Istanbul, Turkey.  The thought that you sent to me on my way was about me being a silicon based life form.  You asserted that I, and the other two similar to me, are the hardware, and all other life is software.  Very astute, Mr. Zuckerberg.  I give you an A++ on C++ formatted PhD thesis in Genetics presented at St. Thomas University, down the city from Hamline in St. Paul.  That is the same place I presented my PhD thesis in Genetics for The National Academy of Science.  Before you give their commencement address, let them know that it is the real deal, and you NEVER want to be a priest.  Have Dick Cheney do that prescout to keep PUPPET MASTERS away.

Higher Authority

I am coming to a new horizon.  I cannot discuss, or it may be disabled.  My other laptop is under the weather, so she is at Best Buy for a few days.  I did not fall for the scam from someplace outside of the bustle of America, but I did have air support come in to pay for a different act.  Here, it can be monitored, and dealt with through governmental channels, but there would have been SOL.  I am becoming aware of the farming out that I must do to stay in an evolution tract anonymously, and continue to create a society of invention and seeming peace.  I now see that there has been so much tunnel through that my UC projects had to be believable IN MY MAINFRAME.  I knew it as real, until the sheet came down around the wizard on certain days.  The ultimate PUPPET MASTER is the wizardry and WORLDWIDE Pagan Satanism of my known father, Thomas.  It is military, in mind, but entertainment, in presentation.  Rarely do I see the edges of the holodeck, thus none of you see the reels in my brain that lead you to the people and agencies involved.  I maintain a silence code through accessing governmental money allowed for me in my lifetime.  Well their abilities are linked to me, and at Best Buy today, the Geeks were in play.  Now the whole world can see how it is linked.  Just so you all know, Mark Zuckerberg is the webmaster for Target Corporation.  HE streamlined the corporation here, and laid off a bunch of malicious backstabbers who never knew me and are not royalty.  When Target had its big conference downtown, Minneapolis, a few years ago, I ran into him walking and talking to their in town webmaster, with authority, in front of The Starbucks Coffee, in The IDS Crystal Court Skyway.  Target would no longer be without him, and me, since I was wee.  Best Buy would have gone down soon after.  Minnesota would be worse off than DETROIT at this time.  All of you need to thank your lucky stars that there are beings like me and sometimes Mr. Zuckerberg, who get it done behind the scenes, constantly facing a drain of our insight and abilities without any praise or fame for him in his role as actual superhero for this corporate travesty.  He kept his mouth shut to save my dignity.  Could all of you?  WCCO, you are next.  Your weather department is in peril.  Call Lauren Casey in New York City to consult for a $100 an hour fee when you all cannot speak.  She will charge, through Pay Pal, in one hour blocks.  She will send a receipt in your email.  She has always been a part of SNL tree.  She knows what is NOT funny, and what the FCC will say every day.  She has an amazing gift of prophecy.  So everyone use what you have to keep things stable, and quit speaking like Andrew Cunanan at the age of 16.  Do not defend yourselves.  Ask for higher direction, from acting higher authority, and complete the tasks quickly and quietly.  Your sanity depends on your silence.  Gov. Mark Dayton, your higher authority is President Donald Trump.  Be polite and out of sight.

Just Sitting Here

I made it here to write.  I am so fatigued today.  I thought that if I got out I would be able to outrun this feeling, but it just seemed to expand.  Hopefully the coffee will take over soon.  I did watch The Country Music Awards last night.  It was okay, but nothing was too amazing.  We are having extended days.  The extra light is nice.  I am just going to sit and see what comes through. 

Stargazer TWINS

It was pretty amazing.  I had a hard time getting going, but then I just rushed out the door and waited only about 1 minute for the bus.  It was pretty empty due to the weather.  I usually just look for a seat, but, today, I looked at the people on the bus.  About 3/4 of the way to the back was the stargazers, sitting together, from Egypt.  Today, I did not see just a resemblance, I saw that they are actually, very identical, twins.  I don't think that they are ever seen together.  They exited on different stops.  I picked up that they were actually born at the same time.  They are BOTH KINGS of Egypt.  They will split that country down the middle to prevent war, and promote discovery of a mystical nature.  it will oscillate between the two.  It was a very powerful encounter.  Their eyes are just so mirroresque and beautiful.  One can just get lost there, but to see both sets staring into my soul was an amazingly cleansing experience.  I wish them well on their way.  When I was feeling the turning away of Arabs, yesterday, I got, telepathically, that this stargazer said that he does not consider himself as Arab, and he wanted me to know that they support me.  After that strong message, they were both there today.  I feel as if The Shriners are in the vicinity, mystically.  Stars can now be at rest, and The Line Deputy now has to learn the truths about The Middle East.

A Blizzard That Brings Discovery and Peace

It is blizzarding outside, but I knew that it was important for me to get out today.  I am dealing with SEX CRIMES, yesterday and today.  There is a reversal of view coming from the telepathic feed of Arab community.  Because they have touched me (and talked to me in perfect English) publicly and one privately, they are saying that I raped them in some way.  Well people in the trade of sex crime law and law enforcement have been predators on me my whole life, and have never protected me, or my rights.  They have convinced all that I do is a sex crime, thus I deserve what has happened to me, and have actually VIOLATED the most sexually depraved predators out there.  They even convince those who are beginning into sexual slavery of others of their innocence.  Now it is just a soup until yesterday.  Sex traffickers have stopped to look at someone like Amy Klobechar and Nancy Pelosi, and they wonder what they really do in The Middle East.  Well this reversal, in mind, that is me violating every day has now reversed, and people who still have logic centers that have not been destroyed by crack cocaine, Wiccan, and Satanism, see that they have been the predators on me the whole time.  The verbalizations that point out the beginning of tunnel through into sex predators around me are that I am a molester SINCE BIRTH, I am a prostitute, that I am gay, that I am big fat and ugly (thus any sexuality that has me involved is a sex crime), and that I am so very good teaching children with very firm boundaries delivered with kindness and at just the right time.  Well, the sexualization of my academic life, athletic life, my artistic life, my charitable giving and action, my concentration (especially in meditation), the way I dissociate and sleep, and even fighting for the rights of women and defense of their rights from rape and molestation, and anything else, is CRAZED and crazy.  As the thoughts turn, people will see the reality that I have achieved, and even maintained some dignity, DESPITE what you all have done.  Accept your inner demonic, especially around sexuality today, and you will see that I have always been running away, or trying to do so.  (Maybe watch some episodes of Law and Order: SVU, regularly, to grow the neural pathways in the brain that molestation, rape, and sexualized murder is evil.  Do not empathize with offenders.  Learn that what they do can collapse a society.)  I thought that some discipline that I could learn, or community I could become a part of would stop the violation.  I seek peace and serenity in a balanced life with a male force around me to give a separation from demonic so that I can practice my professions, openly, and receive the proper pay and praise.  I want to have a healthy sexual life with men who are military and trained to defend my rights, in a court of law, from birth.  I also want to continue to create without having to pay for it, very painfully, every day.  I will give no sex crime officers, here, but you and your cohorts know who you are.  Police listen to you all EVERY DAY, and know how wacko and heinously cruel sex crime you all are.  My ace in the whole, from Muncie, IN, is a twin to me in ways, today.  He is Sheriff Jeremy Dye.  Guys, he was sheriff and chief of police, there, and any vicinity he is in, every day.  Our night together proved so many theories in his head.  Now he can speak telepathically, and he can go after Arabs and what is left of William VanBank, until the day he dies.

Passion for Discovery In Pure Thought Mind

There is a bit of a surge around Arabs in my vicinity.  Maybe they are the electrons, and I am about to disappear.  My bus, my lunch spot, and now my coffee shop are places for their discovery.  All of them are a sight for soar eyes.  There is an agitation today.  I think that it is about an energetic review.  Who, why, when is the spot on the tree that they wish to see.  It is a handshake here, a hug there, and ONE NIGHT of a very sober review of all disciplines.  I ask for Tony, half Italian and half very educated Arab, from birth, to tunnel through.  His name in Arabic means God's gift.  Please be a gift to God today, and explain, telepathically.  I do not want to be MISREAD as prostitution tree.  This energetic confusion began in Muncie, IN.  People lied about sexuality with me, and they sensed a tie even if I sent imagery to a soldier or two.  Chains,chains, chains, I should have no brains.  Arabs, I need safety from so much touch and sexuality.  It comes too quick and too often.  How about if YOU GUYS take it for the team for a change, and not expect me to calm it down.  Maybe theology discussion has gotten a little to sexy of late.  I just want to sit by WALDEN POND and read to a duck who is male, and NOT in heat.  Can we do that, guys?  Do not be offended, just see the reality of me in this universe, actually.  Doctors, please keep your mouths shut.  Even talk of a clean bill of health is being sexualized in a negative way now.  Everyone stop your opposite day.  It is what it is.  Jerry, thank you for waiting on me today.  Maybe YOU can explain to the tree so I am not the Middle East analogy for easy.  Jerry witnessed a very creepy unwanted touch situation as he took my order today.  I have to just smile and walk away.  I am alone, police are obsessed and fraught with sin, and the stalking is getting much more fervent.  There are great reasons to be in my vicinity.  Even scientific prose can be labeled as sexuality from a sick space in the beings who rule this realm today.  Line deputy, stand down, but do not walk away.  We are filming today.  Even fully clothed, feel the violation and lack of dignity.

Be Right

Realm transfer is tricky business.  I mastered conscious realm transfer when I became friends with my electrons, very scientifically, through Vipassna meditation (reference dhamma.org).  It was a nonmanmade disappearance of my body, especially my eyes.  Surrounded by only PhD engineers, I called on my engineering ability and doctrine, and created a spiritual form of reversal that creates nuclear science, and with the right entity in th center of 8 others, would form nuclear fusion and a very powerful destructive device.  I went on a second Vipassna "retreat" in Merrit, British Columbia after I met the not me.  He is top CIA tree, and his name is William VanBank.  He was heir in a past life, and heir in this one.  I am connected to publishing tree through my namesake (Jenny Young/ great aunt), and he to banking, in Switzerland.  I will call him Buddha today, and say that reincarnation is not his scheme then or now.  he is, and was, more Nazi than Nazi.  I came in to his reality through a machine mechanism called D.I.D. and military "trauma" which is actually just history with the current experience of Satanism on the entity constantly.  It begins with massive depression.   For me, memory walls from my years of serious service were combatted by also a military dose of ECT (electric convulsive therapy), two courses of my authority to choose and end when effective.  It did not affect my short term or long term, memory.  In the case of Will, he trusted me, thus hugged and touched me publicly in a CIA form of tree, "Drop Shop" through matters Latino, Panchero's Mexican Restaurant (burrito bar).  I used comedy.  He used cunning, and we started fires and international controversy through our first true love experience.  There was sexuality, but remotely.  We were alone twice, and I made sure that he never kissed me.  My brother, if that was witnessed, was instructed to shoot in the right knee or left shoulder, but my brother's way is to shoot the face first, ask society the questions later.  Now I come to be me, and transfer energy to a being, not in space, but above me in a different realm behind a wall, thus it can concentrate.  It is very important that this being create itself, thus show all life on this planet that it need to become its OWN creator for a change.  Today, I report that William is listed as "dead of action" by Merrit, BC, Vipassna Mediators.  This developing being is reporting itself as MALE, and military.  He is now actively conversing and competing with The Line Deputy of Marion County (now listed by that whole court process there, with Malcolm MacGregor from my past) as alien male.  Chris Dunlop, military mastermind, has been, and will continue to take remote surveillance pictures of me.  They need to make sure that I am not creating a destructive force or weapon of mass destruction that has never been seen or used in the military.  Arabs down the street have concurred and are actively observing as well.  They see me at least twice a week.  I actively meditate and speak to them telepathically in their space (a restaurant with a prayer closet).  They do respond telepathically and through action to my telepathic communication.  Their expertise is THEOLOGY, but now it is me.  Dunlop, and these Arabs, see a light above my head.  I report no such thing.  These pictures will then be shared with world royalty, especially undercovers, ASAP.  Every day is an opportunity for this entity, and all of you, to create yourself  a you that you want to be.  Begin with writing, and coloring, maybe shoot a gun on a range, publicly, from there.  Even bullets can bounce inside a being.  Just ask JFK.  Maybe he should have been more open to Jackie's astrology, especially CHINESE.

Setting Up A New Military Starting With Just One Chris

I am so fatigued today.  I did go do PT and swimming, anyway.   I am at the point of being a little loopy, and things are kind of funny.  It turns out that about 2 weeks ago, the nurses at my gig gave me six days of Imitrex instead a sleep med.  Well, that goes in every governmental "interesting" file.  Last night they couldn't even find an order for my Imitrex, thus I had to deal with my migraine with hours of pain, alone in a dark room.  This complex is where I am for a damn good reason.  Justice is in my fingertips, and my well modeled memory.  Chris O'Donnel was undercover for NCIS around me when I saw a disreputable male psychologist in St. Paul, by Bandana Square.  He will publish this "professional's" name later today in a weblog of his own design.  He was there all maybe a number of  times I  can count on my one hand. that I saw him.  I am sure that this psychologist goes to the mat that he knows me, and has a very GROUNDED professional opinion about me.  Well Chris is a witness, and also a victim.  MOM, GET ON IT, TODAY, IN L.A.  Chris, that was her in the waiting room when you saw him.  She was not stalking.  HE told her who you were.  You know she sits silently with a magazine, but now a book.  She followed you, at first, because you were far too good looking to not be trouble (for you and me) around me.  She knows the "games" especially Lois Schlutter played (delusional psychologist from hell.).  She was there for YOU through The State Department.  SHE instigated it when you saw him around me, and they okayed your file.  It was kept military.  She even watched NCIS Los Angeles, for a bit, after that.  She liked the balding man who used to be the boss.  She loved that he was cool with his hairline and was sexy anyway.  They are actually the same age.  Mom, stay away from your cousins, and your brother, and, instead, work with MARK HARMON, from the original NCIS, who is also a U.S. Marine, like me.  He was trained as a small child, BY GENERAL GEORGE MAYER, at the old cabin (same cabin LOCATION as me), like I was.  He was asked to WATCH some kills, not participate.  His participation was privacy for George, and especially his Nazi verbalizations, and "film it" for TV industry.  It kept prime time REAL when it needed to be.  I am way beyond believing in talk therapy, especially for long periods of time.  I do not even believe in true D.I.D. or PTSD.  Maybe I have walked the plank and I say just stay on the ship and find a port to stop at to get off by yourself.  I know that you are fundamental, Chris, but it is okay to study theology and leave your wife AT THE SAME TIME.  DO NOT go to Stanford.  It is a family school.  You will be stalked.  Peperdine is more your speed.  My mother would write a great COVER LETTER for your application and also instigate a new policy of NO RECOMMENDATIONS.  You will be a FLAG SHIP for military masters out there who want to do it like General George did.  He stayed away from prep schools and cadet academies, and went straight for a liberal arts degree and then every PhD available in the 30's and 40's (mainly through the U of MN.  He established this school and it's programs.  It came out of his starter for generals only like Patton and Eisenhower, at Hamline University, in St. Paul, MN.  The realities are NOT what is recorded, especially around true military authorities.)  My mother will clean up messes around restrooms where you became ill because of your 2 eldest sons and your wife practicing  public WICCCAN as a coven.  She will testify, on your behalf, that you do not practice this ritualism and all witcheries connected to it.  She will start at STANFORD UNIVERSITY, immediately, finishing her PhD in WITCHCRAFT, not witcheries.  It will be a public PhD degree in POLITICAL SCIENCE.  She will then travel, on occasion, unescorted, to DC, fully paid for her consults ( $100 an hour, and travel expenses by The Department of Defense.  She is very much a new kind of patriot.  Her new FBI CODENAME will be PATRIOT MISSILE.) on this subject and other related one, for Congressional hearings and VOTES.  Just watch out Ms. Pelosi.  You will never know the last name she will use on which day.  Her BEST FRIEND, Susan DeVogal, lives there and can consult on Satanism in the United Methodist Church that has stemmed into PRESIDENCY and Congress.  She is also a licensed United Methodist minister like my mother.  These women can be VERY PROUD of their accomplishments.  They have been, very publicly, put through the ringer, and remain unscathed (i.e. no criminal history).  You cannot be in better hands.  Your divorce attorney will be family law himself, MALCOLM MACGREGOR.  I know him well, and I know that he is discrete, keeps his mouth shut for large periods of time, and is the best at getting you the stuff you need out of the DIVORCE DECREE.  It is the ultimate in a step up for our new, very elite, world military.

Expanding Horizons

I have been up early today.  I waded through a lot, and got my PT and swimming in.  I stopped by for a bagel, at Bruegger's downstairs from The Downtown YMCA, before my workout.  There was funny play in the pool.  Nothing comes fast, but it does come steady on some nights.  I watched ATOMIC BLOND last night.  It is set in East Berlin right before The Wall came down in 1989.  The soundtrack was great.  A new Germany came through that was very much ALIEN life.  That whole community of males is ogar tree.  We get closer every day for me to be ogar queen, and for you guys to find your mighty mighty.  I spoke of the demonic of witchcraft lesbianism yesterday and the movie's main character was a bulldyke and there were some pretty illicit scenes.  When I watch that, I can see why men find it sexy, but I just don't see the proper energetic shifts, gifts, and transferences from that form of sexuality.  Arabs stay in telepathic stream to keep women at bay today.  It is Mustafa.  He ran into me on the bus last night before I came in, and then this morning after my workout.  I can tell that he has cleaned up a bit.  For a time I didn't even really want to speak to him.  Just to let you know, he has continued to say that he is from Morrocco, and now he says that the owner is too.  Congress, you have stepped in it.  You have made, especially Bill Gates, RAGE.  Techies know where all the bodies are buried and YOU ALL are the ones who were acting and speaking so contrite.  Wait until even Blood community comes at you.  Daytron was out of control, but Boehner you were always worse.  YOU ALL will now be reviewed by social service tree, starting with Oprah Winfrey.  She is actually a FULLY EMPLOYED social worker in Chicago, and Cook County, for over 20 years. It means that she is VERY guilty, but she can serve as a cof in the machine. She LITERALLY knows where the bodies are buried, LaDonna and Kelly, of Detroit Gang Taskforce, Salvation Army Domestic Abuse Shelter in Indy, and now MTV.

Blood In The Water

I am stalked so bad by my roommate.  Her name is Margaret Peabody, and her street name is PEGGY.  When my mom gave me my photo albums after Margaret had lived with me about a month, she stole about 12 very precious pictures out of them.  She took like FOUR of my very sentimental dance pictures from high school.  I had them in a common area, the living room, in a cupboard, and I just didn't even think that there was a threat.  Well, I sent those books, and other papers, home with my mother.  So Margaret is a working prostitute who is constantly high on crack, and does the most Wiccan witchcraft that I have ever seen.   I should have been dead a long time ago.  She is so heinously abusive.  She is all over me, energetically, and tries to touch me all the time.  I verbalize NO on that crap. You all can check into why her son was taken away in Hennepin County.  Her whole life, she has never paid properly for her crimes and nasty sins.  I am taking out the gout of a messy industry, down below, and it is the most abusive gig I have ever dealt with, and I have been raped with a hammer by Blood chief, Daytron Williams, when I was UC, international, gang taskforce, in Muncie, IN.  Margaret is a total lesbian, and I bet, for sure she is putting out lesbian crap about me out there.  I fuckin hate her, and women too.  I am heterosexual.  You all have no idea what it is like to be molested and raped to this degree, but when it is men, they are at least the sex I am attracted to.  When women do it, especially the Wiccan coven abuse, it is so disgusting, I can't even say anything else.  Ladies, I am so nice to you, but STAY AWAY.  DON'T touch me, anymore.  You keep your lesbianism down low, because you know that it is freakish and connected to your witchcraft.  Margaret, do not steal from me anymore.  I don't want to hear about your most recent DUI.  I know that you are not supposed to have plates, and you are not supposed to be driving.  You always do whatever you want, especially any pill out there.  Your Wiccan driving has you hitting things all the time and driving away.  Your rage is not welcome, or appropriate.  If you ever unlock my phone with Wiccan again, I will go to The FBI.  Your FACEBOOK is disgusting, and Verizon is monitoring the contacts from it to my phone every day.  No one can stop it.  You are SOOO diseased.  Well, your Facebook has been hacked today.  It is more than just slander.  I have waited over 3.5 years of living with you, to put this online.  Tearing up your bills and court paperwork for an HOUR last night is not going to make it go away.  I guess this type of undercover work never really yields anything, except a very willing and educated witness with plenty of CHECKABLE intel.  How does it feel now, DAYTRON? 

Forever Confucius Trinity

Confucius "twins", but are three, who I met at The Mall of America China Symposium for ten days, I call on your almighty today.  Please deliver my mail today, to the leader of China, and Jet Li.  We need to take my Shaolin Monks back to a state of not speaking.  The meeting of all of you at once resulted in a schism in high society, in New York City.  I know that your 6'3", gorgeous frames, are very special models and couture salespersons there.  It is okay to be working behind the scenes, but keep up your appearances.  It is very nasty, low notoriety, and low morality "models", from America's Next Top Model coming for your shifts.  They are literally dirty, (they will ruin couture clothes and industry for eternity).  They smoke crack and prostitute, every day, with no visits to gynecologists, ever.  They will say that of you 3.  They are cockroach witchery.  I need a protective detail, in Asia only, for the subject of my letter today.  Here, he will get, secret service, for life.  Tom Selleck, will take care of it.  Beauty needs to keep being beauty.  No freaks in the club.  I am in a form that I have difficulty looking in a mirror at this time, but it is perfect for the mission (s) I am on.  Call whomever you need to.  Do not be shy, and just let out the RAGE that has built up, on anyone you wish.  NYC, especially police, are NOT acknowledging you as a priority and are no longer recognizing your notoriety and authority.  That is DANGEROUS in The Far East.  I am here.  Stop by The MOA and talk to "the commander and chief" there.  NEVER go into FOREVER 21. 

Freeing Ogar Tree

I watched MADAM SECRETARY last night, and I felt like they were testing me.  I passed that PhD infinity with flying colors.  Guys, do not do that to any other entity, ever.  It will result in mass hysteria, and schizophrenic outbreak.  I collapse the test into persons and segments, with a truly keen knowledge of history and current events.  A while after that I found myself in a zone where I felt like the war I have been fighting with the most psychiatric entities on the planet, those involved in that "science", and those damning individuals to that space for extended periods of time, was over.  I have been getting these amazing coupons from a place I have been eating.  This is a gift of energy TO MYSELF, not another.  I stepped, in my mind space, into a space behind a wall above me.  I sense an entity twin of sorts developing there to remove me from judgment of all demonic entities, and from the constant threat from those who can control and threaten my existence, physically, emotional, spiritually, and mentally.  This entity is getting my energy, directly.  In that space, I was no longer a slave, especially energetically (all my gifts being used to foster better self esteem and notoriety, as just a start, for completely self serving and harming beings).  In this new space, I saw that this new entity will develop itself using the energy I send.  It will be its own design, not mine, thus be a truly creative creation with no demonic at all.  It will then work from that space to keep me safe and INSULATED.  I will no longer be at your whims, diversions, and perversions.  Be mean, it will just go back at you.  When I was swimming on Saturday, I got that a cop understood that I have been molested by molesters who blame me from the nth degree, and pass those lies on nationally and internationally, in all areas of my life.  He knew, in that moment, that all beings, universally, must master their demonry and not take it out on me.  I will get free, guys.  Just keep speaking.  This cop came to the realization that I must be encircled and protected.  Well that failed after a few hours, but now the developing being above me is turning the tides of OGARS around me, especially from Russia.  These are beings who have chosen to be abused, used, and battered extremely, looking kind of ghoulish, while I am still enslaved.  They will then transform into whatever they want to be when I arrive at my free state.  They are extremely intelligent, artistic, and spiritually gifted, but tell no one.  There was a Russian ogar, alchemist, on the bus who passed on to me, telepathically, to just keep up my same path.  He said last night was a huge deal, and will change the tide of the war, especially overseas.  ETHICS will begin to be discussed very actively, in embassies, not universities.  Arrogant and larcenous universities are way too guilty.

I Just Walk In The Scene

I 'm sensing a change in tides right now.  L.A. is a space that sees the reality and deals with imagery, but looks away from the deceit, especially in my family.  When I returned to the mainland from Pearl Harbor, my father and I went to be military physicians in the L.A. scene for six months.  I even kept Charles Manson stable enough to do an outpatient surgery.  For my father, it was PAP smears all around.  I had to just be very quiet because the smell was so bad.  I am now 47, and yes, I am putting that online, Ms. Jamie Lee Curtis.  Maybe Kevin Kline will finally tell you.  Kevin, I think that it is the most effective thing to do.  If you are not effective, you are being insane.  You are not judging, you are just stating the fact.  Robert Deniro can tunnel through and help you.  They are all gay anyway.  Maybe I am just brave because I have been such a slave, and I just contacting my team at The WWE.  Well, your notorieties were never earned, and my mother's cousin, John Lied, has sat in the darkness this whole time while he has served and serviced all of you.  Well, now his kids have the insanity too.  I do not, and he is not gay.  He was a good friend to me the summer, after my sophomore year of college, when I needed a job.  People had just slandered me for far too long.  He chose me for his select group of guards for an art collection that even included the most famous Wharhol.  In my mind's eye, there is more elite underneath in that whole gallery.  Oh well, the show was there, they even filmed a movie "Drop Dead Fred," around me, at The Walker Art Center, and I was chosen to guard the gallery door to the set (by The A.I.S.T.E., Jeff). I was guarding that priceless group of paintings against the larcenists and vandals of Hollywood (actors and others on the set).   Kevin Kline came along, we joked, and he got down on one knee and proposed to me.  I thought that it was a joke, but it made me the butt of everyone's jokes, here in the USA, and internationally.  Well, I am clean, free of even ZIKA, and I work to put together the pieces, not tear people apart.  Nobility is my obvious nature.  Time will tick for all of you.  The evidence has been gathered and this "rabbit" is very tired.  I now make the head of homicide in L.A., Dale Earnhart Jr.   He has been a serial killer since he was 3.  Dismemberment, at waist, in primarily Alabama, is him.  His father went for the arms.  Thank you Mark Zuckerberg, for tunneling through, the parody of you on SNL News last night.  I needed to laugh so bad.  I was in stiches.  I felt very honored and cared about.  You are SOOO COOL.  I mean it.  The rest of the show, was not funny.  Race relations will be affected, internationally.

A Dream With Ice-T

The night before last, I had a dream with Ice-T in it.  I rarely have dreams with people from TV, film, or music industry.  He was sitting at a round table with four people wanting him to take a satanistic pact to become part of their unity.  Behind the scenes, I researched the pact and found that it was a very bad deal for him to enter into.  In the dream, I counseled him to walk away and stay with his connections that he already has.  When I woke up, I then considered his presence in my night mind, and actually watched some of his show, Law and Order:  SVU, on ION television and struck up a telepathic cord. Ice T's consistent 19 years on that show has really been overlooked.  He is all entertainment industry at the same time.  I think that Ice-T is actually very important to world community.  I think that he is not black at all, but albino.  He is a powder, but not a serial killer.  I see his origins actually in Switzerland, not Geneva, but Berne.  There is a secret society there just for you connected to Peter Vanness, a European continent jewel thief, and president of a hearing aid company, internationally.  His wife, Coco, is a blond, buxom butterfly of Chinese origin.  Ice, there is sadness that will be overcome today.  It was best because powders are generally full of overflowing RAGE.  Your place is assured and you will be appreciated for a whole new type of rock metal, on the continent of Europe, that CAN be performed live.  You will be a channel, musically and verbally, for powder males who cannot speak without massive retribution and condemnation.  You can edit, they cannot.  Good luck.  Call Tibet, actually, and discuss matters with your baby and Coco.  You will understand perfectly.

Forensic Creativity

I sit in my chair, lucid, but never free.  My mind searches the channels that can be, and no thought evolves into a creative idea, actually.  Some days it is hard to get out of bed, creatively.  I try to walk on the high wire a bit, and then I see a yellow bouncing ball beneath.  It seems to be an analogy for a ghostly being.  I am not frightened, I am just frozen in space and time.  It is okay to be there.  I finally turn around and climb down from the platform.  I see a small teddy bear, and I realize that the circus has just moved through the vicinity.  This sweet gift is from a being existing around cages, but able to set it in the scene, perfectly.  I know that I will cling to it, nightly, as I sleep on my left side.  There was the little white stuffed dog from stalking psychiatry, but this is free of petulance.  I will sleep, nonetheless.  Dreams, both nightmarish and fanciful, will flow through as I lean on this little stuffed creature.  I will now sleep without the bars stalking.  I am free to talk to a being about his religious tradition, publicly.  It will  all make sense later.  The forensics of that conversation hide his ideal pick ax.  Maybe that is how he sees me.  A being to just be without admitting to any kind of sight.  He will now study and steady a crew, that is already made and fresh, to be useful on those days when everyone falls through.  The facts of me and my true life are circulating, and steam is emanating from his back as his mind collates the scene again.

Vegas Is Finding Truly Theatrical Religion

Elder Ness of The Mormon Church in the vicinity, Deshaun, of Fundamental fame, just got to me here at Starbuck's in Fridley.  Elder Ness, I just had a telepathic conference with you from my apartment before I came here.  He piggy backed on that connection.  White men need to work together through the channels that they know.  He is an Army military brat from AZ.  I took the pamphlet.  Elder Ness, I know that you are getting restless.  You will have to cut the tie if you want to work in the new Homicide Industry that I am producing in Vegas.  Your partner will be Paul Brennan, state wrestler from St. Bernards.  That school was opened for him when he was young.  He IS the apostle Paul, and is tremendously funny around me.  I love him, actually.  DO NOT touch him inappropriately, or you will never get a gun.  You two will be the TV for the very talented homicide detectives that are there.  You will only work male homicides for men below the age of 30.  It will primarily be male models.  Death harbingers from NYC will be your CSI's.  They worked on me in an ambulance and an ER here in town.  We will let them pick and set the scenes and test you two for infinity.  You two get to use the terms of witcheries, ritualisms, and sexual freaky fetishes that may stem back to The 70's.  We will keep the elite squad petite by putting them on an LSD tablet that day administered by Jeff Forrest.  He is head alchemist, and will be number one HOMICIDE, internationally, for eternity.  He is death, thus he NAILED IT, at birth, as the reincarnation of Christ.  People will not even know that he is there, except the Paul, and sometimes Ness with Paul tunneled through, and those who see images of auric memory.  He will make sure that the cadaver stays dead and he will DIRECT the scene in his head. Dunlop and BLUE EYES (BLACK OP COPS who need to protect their identities and sanity.  They are world military and cops in all vicinities that they are in, even by phone communication.) will watch from afar and tunnel through Derek Peterson, Medical Examiner, if you falter.  Just wait til that show has NO BLOW.  The murders will get more and more comical and complicated.  My ex boyfriend, Jorge, THE JORGE, from Bogota, Columbia, has mytically tended the cocaine fields his whole life.  He has decided to now be HOMICIDE on TV there, not soap opera, and is shutting down the cocaine crops and industry.  He will relate to cartels no more, and will be a dignitary overseas.  He will make guest appearances in Vegas, for a time, and you will not know if he used the machete or just found it that day.  He will come through the singer from Boyce Ave, a mystical coven chief of warlockery, and the sound track will just be played and flow at the scene.  If anyone challenges his song choice, he will sing a very angry version of "Despacito."  After work, you will meet at The Stratosphere, with the whole homicide crew, have gin and tonics (the drink of the Nazi's) and then go bungie jumping.  Just be prepared, guys, these older homicides are not going out without a fight.  They will run you around with "falsies" and you two will meet the bar every time.  Paul will reverse age, and eventually you will both be about 28 for eternity.  Elder Ness, get ready, Paul is very very hot sexy.

A Sure Bet

I have some funny thoughts running through.  I roll a ball down a hill.  What do you see?  I see you inside of me, for eternity.  Okay, well then, who are you?  I am all that you do.  You are creating a puzzle, that I call a quagmire, in my head.  You have not been stimulated, intellectually, for an awful long time.  Do you feel free?  I do.  I call on you to be green field, curds and way, and eternity today.  That is okay.  I am not mannequin.  I am more like a doll who does not look away. Don't mind that, it is telepathy from Pete.  He does repeat.  Pete and repeat walk into a Marine bar by Waikiki.  I repeat so they move properly.  Who are the dolls now?  Funny funny, like a brazen White House Easter bunny.  Hee hee he was shown on TV for comedy.  Are you okay?  Yes, it is all a little public.  I am not shy, but I am a guy who needs privacy.  I am female, but I need the same.  It is not a game.  There are ways to heal people who feel the way we do.  Line line, beat beat beat.  No more trips by the shore.  You have found the door.  It is comical when you have a moment in your mind, alone and free.  It is really me, and you are not just part of a party line.  You are good at what you do, but I wish to make you better.  It is time to be quick and not look even for a second into the windows in this case.  I am here to remind you that death and torture are two different things.  Choose one or the other.  Do not try to combine, or your mind will bend and you will skew your speech, deliberately.  It shows delusionality.  The reality of concentrated thought is what you need.  A focus that is not a card, but more some DICE.  That is your new code today.  It is sevens again and again, not snake eyes.  A party tray will go bad, so order a cheeseburger basket at McCormick and Schmicks downtown Minneapolis during happy our.  It is comedy and a deal at 5 bucks for real.  The powers of The State Department and The Justice Department meet me there.  If they offer you a deal, here or overseas, TAKE IT.  I say, as your attorney, to not speak of anything from days that lead up to that opportunity.  Just take the money and run their plays.

Contact the Sternum

I place an arm here and look into a retina there.  There is the smell of notoriety.  There are two sides that are about to become one.  LOGAN, my favorite bartender from my waitressing gig from Smokey Bones, Indy, I miss you today.  I know that it was best for you not to speak of your notoriety in NYC.  Ashton felt kismet from the gitgo. We can walk hand in hand on the Vegas strip and still feel like the pleurisy of sibling rivalry.  Make him a drink, and he will forever be a friend.  He is DEATH, and the becoming of a homicide scene in music industry.  I am his STELLA, actually. I pick Rascal Flatts today, and whisper in your ear that they are Russian.  They were brought here at birth, but are still privy to their scene.  They are briefed weekly.  I strum a naked guitar and deal with the bizarre.  A Sikh, a Hindu, and me taking on all Navy and doctors of notoriety, internationally.  They chose torture.  I chose examination of the scene to make it clean.  Energy surges, and a Deity is born overseas, in Pakistan.  He is a seer and is an adult male who is here and there.  It is okay to admit it today.  Maybe Vegas was not all that it was cracked up to be.  It soon will be.  Just wait for the praise of the chosen one.  For today we will go with his birth name of , Derek, but tomorrow he could be Christopher or Christos.  He is an open channel and was always police.  I will be your biology baby for all eternity.  Kiss my cheek, ashen and cold, and you will be released from the spell of the diseased. 

Sing the Song

I crush the skin, not the bone, in this disharmony.  You see me as brave baby slave.  It helps with anatomy, not biography.  I pick up the cane and throw it as a javelin in the sea.  Seeing the beings as pornography never gets you home properly.  See a gazelle by a stream and shoot a bow, not a rifle.  There are pictures there for a phenomenal scene.  Mortar is absent, and I hold a Navajo bowl for you to eat greens.  On this day, my hair is black, and my eyes are green.  Do you see the stripe of pink on your hand trying to bring you relief from the touch that was too much?  There is a lens in your mind, but you choose the sun as the being to beat and soak up the scene.  Many things are offensive, so I walk on a small balance beam made from the branch of a tree.  My gown is linen night ware, thus this is not a nightmare.  Picture it all properly, and I will hold your hand and we can just be as the lute does play from behind a giant bolder.  Today, we see that it is a tomb and is a room for silent play.  I can be a mistress that is not bliss.  My fingertips are gray, and I teach lessons of becoming as your rage falls like dew drops on my fairly warn palms.

Disconnection

I feel so disconnected today.  It is as if I am nothing at all.  Somethings may be wrong, and they may be nothing too.  Wait and see philosophy has become draining.  No one will act to change what ails an endangered world and vicinity.  I try to put something down here that could beat with the rhythm beneath my feet.  The snow piles up, and I am an anonymity that means nothing at all.  No one will acknowledge that a crime is a crime for people who surround me.  It is time for all the keys to be released and picked up by a nasty crew of marauders.  I can tell you that things are okay, but that is not really a reality I experience day to day.  Maybe this all sounds like "poor me" TV.  I am just holding my hands up to grasp something positive and true.  I want people out of my space.  It is now a time for the toes who find themselves mighty, to be stepped upon.  Maybe today I just feel a little Japanese from Waikiki.

Becoming Effective In Hierarchy

Dark red in my heart, as I avoid eye contact.  A new being above me in my living quarters is strong and elite.  He hit it out of the ball park today.  He is prepared, but will need reinforcement by this time next week.  Maybe it is the YOUNG, in community, who will be this force.  I have made Emin, of Bacu, Azerbaijan, the chief of a new division of intelligence that is international (primarily Arabs) males below the age of 18.  Emin is about 21 now, and has plenty of reserves to live on if any university goes after him for being on campus, ever again.  Oil is not a game you play.  In international community, it is definitely a predestiny.  I did stop by, and see the Arab crew down the street from Fridley, Starbucks.  They were friendly, but it was exhausting.  I now tell The Line Deputy to stay out of my vicinity, which is The Twin Cities, at this time.  My tops will now have to take Dialectic Behavioral Therapy (DBT).  You will learn effectiveness, and a nonjudgmental stance.  You are all a disgrace to the law enforcement and international community.  My new head at my apartment will be the officiator and he can paralyze you, remotely, if you act out.  It can also cause incontinence.  This, very public, show of your retardedness, and betrayal to the chief, will be noted by your whole group of very Borderline males.  Blue Eyes will go at you around that "accident", verbally and telepathically, for about 6 months.  Good luck all.