Tenderness Is Not A Token

Well, doctor, the beat in my environment is you.  You keep order in the chaos, especially when many countries are involved.  There is also the complication of chemical use, at latter parts of the day, around me.  I concentrate on theory, while sexual advances must be boundaried, quickly.  I am SOOOOO sick of men (and inappropriate women) I am not fated to be with, come on to me.  I have a part of me who does not want to harm the ego, but another part of me is f**kin sick of it.  I do have a dignity that has been saying no for all of my years, but no one cares to listen.  Your sexuality is not my job, but I do want to be around other people sometimes.  Can't we just go to coffee for a month to start, and see if you are the best fit for me?  My empathic way honors your yes, but YOUR dignity should honor my no.  Sir, can we make it all go away?  A flash of an image is enough for me to move on today.  I have been so overtouched that I am getting physically ill when I eat.  Stop seeing me as your next meal, and do not touch me, male or female, if legal voices in your head say, "Stay away!!!"  I will allow my closest family, but everyone else can go away, and NO it is not okay to even push through my community in this space of time.  Give me time to have someone learn tenderness with me.  I had one appointment with you, doctor, where you examined a concussion, and you were actually very tender with the back of my head.  Part of it was that he asked me for permission to touch, and then explained what he was doing.  It is sad that that experience sticks out so much to me.  Thank you for those 30 seconds.

A Quiet Morning At Starbucks

Well, last night was not a night for sleep, so I watched the last Planet of the Apes and The Last Jedi movies.  Both were sci fi movies about an apocalyptic struggle for a group's survival.  They were both fairly long, but they were good.  I did clean the bathroom before the movie, and this morning I did the dishes.  Today I wear my BERLIN hat with the red star on it.  I was once approached, at Caribou Coffee, downtown Minneapolis, by East German Police, and they asked me about the hat because they said that it was an East Berlin Police hat.  I told them that I thought that that was cool.  Well, all experiments are going nicely.  I am hoping that I tire fairly soon, and am able to get some sleep.  I am tired, but I just can't quite get to slumber.  If I get a nap, I may have energy to go to the Y to swim.  Everything seems to be in order here at Starbucks.  It is nice and quiet.

Military Projects

So some of my entries and contacts are merging and I am thinking about The Air Force Base- Fairbanks (AFF), outside Fairbanks, AK.  Jeff, when he was a small child, was getting into computer imagery.  He hated kids his own age, and teachers, in all forms.  He would just walk away from the school, and find himself at home reading a magazine.  Today, Jeff, it will make sense. Jeff was very tall for his age, and had an amazing jumping ability, thus jumping these fences, even electric, was easy until he had acquired a key.  Jeff would sneak onto that base and just watch the instruments.  The military watched this kid with amazing abilities from behind the scenes, while he watched them.  He, intuitively, knew that if he was allowed to go there without a key more than once, the coronals in vicinity wanted him there.  He quickly learned that there was no Tower with humans guiding take offs and landings.  He then watched their routes and realized that they originated in Russia, Siberia to be exact.  He then routed them to Colorado Springs, to The Air Force Academy, with a name like COUGAR to land.  They had perfect Midwestern accents due to their practice of Edinburgh Witchcraft.  The Air Force Academy then routed them all throughout The United States.  When Jeff was 7, I was 18, and I was a Como High School (really university school) Cougar.  The Air force gave them other names, because there were too many Cougar call signs, but did not really think about their origin similarities.  Jeff was watching me the whole time.  He had massive tunnel through abilities and could remote view in a pinch.  He was like a shiny new toy for The Military and our families, and we both just walked away.  He then got into his alchemy self when he met Dr. Gary Larson (the cartoonist of Far Side) who was a FUNGI specialist at University of AK, Fairbanks.  He was brought to his high school, especially to work with Jeff's rapidly evolving brain and social isolation.  Once Jeff learned that he could manipulate communities through drugs, he clicked with the high and holy WESTSIDE click.  His thought was that no one should take any drugs that did not come from the ground.  He had been dosed with LSD when he was a small child, and it did a number on his digestive system.  Jeff named them WESTSIDE (again, a manipulation because they thought that they were working with the military through gang code signs in L.A., Compton to be exact) and then learned to use gel caps to give them mixes, unknowingly, and maximum doses.  He was using all of these resources to create an economic terrorism in Western Europe after they turned on me.  He knew that there would be a point where I would become so powerful, that the military, especially The Navy, could no longer control me, my abilities, and authorities.  He definitely wanted to be seen as a strength, not a global error, by me, and me only.  HE has the key.  It is now social services and air force academy.  The fusion in Jeff's brain is so complete, that the magazines he was reading, but more studying, when he would find himself alone, were pornographic.  He knew that that was part of an entity that could be used in the military, if necessary.  If used correctly, it could shame, blame, or even strengthen a force.  His "residency" around military sexualization of creatures in human bodies, was completed in 6 months, hands on, in his apartment, with me as his attending and PhD, simultaneously.  I produced a respectful system and his father even honored our privacy. Some will label Jack abusive, but HE organized this sexual organization for his strongest child when he was in Levinworth, working for The FBI, directly.  He knew the military would want his child, and his answer was NO.  He chose a long range plan as well.  Jeff, like me, you are a project of progeny.  It is a miscegenation of races, royalty, and open prostitution.  Jeff did have me try mushrooms when I went to visit him before I eventually went to live there.  I proved to myself that I have the strongest mind and memory of anyone I had ever met.  I do not take drugs, and I will never take shrooms or a hallucinogen again.  Thank you Jeff, for protecting me.  Monsters are around you, and you can laugh after all you have seen next to me.

Flash Heat in The Gulf Stream

I did get a workout in today downtown, but then I came to Fridley to write at Starbucks, and I tried Jersey Mike's Subs next door.  I had a coupon and got it free.  It was really good.  Motivation has been a hard commodity to come by this week.  I did see a beautiful blue heron flying above Starbucks as I approached.  It stands for self reflection.  I have been thinking about my gorilla bachelors differently, lately.  I feel like they are evolving from afar.  On Saturday, my mother and I will be going to the dedication of the gorilla habitat.  We are hoping that we get to see the new gorilla baby.  He or she has not surfaced while we have been there, yet.  I have had really threatening dreams of late.  I am hoping that they calm soon.  So this Starbucks is not an intelligence "drop shop," though there is a lot of diversity here.  Latinos are fairly absent, especially on the staff) and without them, that type of spell and telepathic realm cannot form a full hollodeck.  I am getting that Jersey Mike's is like a combination of a drop shop, and the undercover surveillance business next door that stays in contact with law enforcement, and also prevents fires.  Their work here will also prevent severe thunderstorms.  They will begin, soon enough, to see things that they never have before.  They can then communicate to the world who I am, and what my project here is.  They are also here to bring culpability to Starbucks corporation for their offenses in this vicinity.  It is time to level out the plane before we no longer have flight at all.  When I was in the hot tub at the Y, a man got in, who I sensed was a pilot.  Pilots unions are getting very concerned with the heat of the gulf stream.  They are afraid, at certain heights and volumes, their planes and/ or cargo will explode.  They are also concerned about blindness.  Some eyes closed, quiet time (25 minutes), between flights, will elevate that for now.  Less flights in a day, and less use of technical devices, especially in the cabin, will help with the excessive heat.  I did sea a weather plane flying low under the clouds, when I was on the bus here.  It had that extra equipment showing from basically the middle of the plane coming from the bottom.  If you are licensed to fly, but have not in a few years, stay away from this industry.  They do not need your rumors, lies, and/ or tunnel through.

Memorial Day Torture

I am trying to just get an entry in because I have missed this weekend and tomorrow my Starbucks is closed for training in the afternoon.  On this Memorial Day, it is best to let people know that Fort Snelling National Cemetery is actually wizardry.  People who go in there are definitely on LSD.  My grandfather is buried there.  I know that they buried his actual body there because they kept it in cold freeze until the ground was unfrozen in the early summer.  I knew not to attend the ceremony there.  I needed to remain elite and compete with those in my vicinity, and not know all of the authority he used, wastefully, in WWII.  All the graves are about 3.5 feet apart, and some say the names of the spouse on the back, thus they are in the plot, too.  This is not possible.  I have seen the funeral processions and they are caskets, not cremated remains in urns.  There are a few of my family who are buried there, but no one else.  It should now be thought of as a memorial guard, even though a lot of the names are fake.  That is a Knights of Columbus trick to make our military seem great and bigger, and also that there has been all the selfless sacrifice for our freedom.  That is not the case.  There are only a handful of true military in The U.S.  The world community is more accurate.  People who go to VFW's and The VA's just want to be seen as heroic, and they also try to stalk the top "cops" of world community.  No more.  This is war.  I am calling back my authority and letting you all know that I have used my ability for many reasons, but giving, financially, and energetically, to you keeps you delusional, and thus I can do my work privately and on social security, anonymously.  I am still stalked, but the bondage you have made me live, and the torture I have endured at your hands, WILL have personal consequences.  It is the evolution of the revolution, and you will all go between penitentiary, sanitarium, and the streets.  I have worked with others to make these spaces torture for all of you, thus taking back any authority or ability you stole from me.  My main karmic warrior, and the future of all military is THE LINE DEPUTY of Marion County.  His demonic cruelty is a revelry that I celebrate on THIS Memorial Day.  I miss you Line Deputy, and if you were here I would get you an American flag and write some poetry on it.  You could keep it on your desk, and NEVER let anyone read it, especially The Lieutenant.

My Saturn SL2

Yesterday, after my piece on AK, I saw two cars that looked like my Saturn SL2.  I then saw a more recent model of Saturn.  Then, I just went to Bobbie and Steve's Auto World, Columbia Heights, and a Saturn SL2, the same color, was getting gas.  It was a little freaky.  It was the nebulous military tunneling through to tell me that the drop we took was greater than I picked up.  Then, there was a message, that they found the car.  They wondered how the struts had survived the fall.  They found that there is a mystical metal coating the whole underside of the car.  My mother's friend, Anne Woods, who had told me about the job at AAA Minneapolis, passed away this week.  I worked there for 7 years and it was very military.  I was cross trained in everything accept licensing.  It was very military at the time, but there was duplicitous actions on me, and I believe the case I was building against them for slander (when I was in Muncie, IN), with The Line Deputy, is now complete.  Bobbie and Steve's downtown Minneapolis, will probably walk away from AAA Minneapolis, today.

Working to Keep the Storm Away

I am polite, but I am still not alright.  Harsh light burns my skin and eyes.  Too many of you want to see and say, and I just want to go away.  It is best to just travel solo, then others may take a double take at my badly beaten halo.  Go before a judge, and I will not budge.  Times are tough, and I continue to be seen.  My wallet does not contain much green, but I do not get mean.  I work on daily gratitude, of great magnitude.  I sit quietly and watch a film or two.  I do not play peek a boo.  I just want my privacy, but people are camped out outside my door and on my stairs.  Some disappear when I come into view.  Some show themselves on my way every day.  I will not press repeat.  Hopefully, soon I will be complete with energetic pairs around me in the amount of a plethora.  Yesterday, I prayed to keep the wind and the storm from soaking me along the bus route.  Normally, I am the Charlie Brown who travels with the only cloud above my head.

Diseased Sexual Discourse

It was very hard to get out today.  I feel sick and twisted sexuality coming my way.  My energy system stood out from conception.  I have dealt with child molesters and rapists since then.  To tell the truth, I am very sensitive to touch so I am able to give my partner what he needs, but until Jeff, I had never had a partner who stood out energetically, thus it all just felt like a sickening rape and molestation cycle to me.  Jeff did have issues, but his energy was elite.  I am sure his hands and body had been used to torture, but he was basically proper to my face.  Behind the scenes, and when I was sleeping, there was most likely complete deceit.  He has a schism in his thinking style that brings about a certain verbal wisdom in moments.  Around him, I started really having to deal with my scars from a female circumcision my father performed on me when I was 16.  My pain is pinnacle, inside, but I do not let most men I date or see know about it.  If you are sick and twisted, sexually, and you want to put it online, you can deal with Jeff.  I believe that he can address his torture of me, and also his conclusions about my character, intelligence, and personality.  He has nothing to be ashamed of, sexually.  I have never contracted a disease, and I am careful.  The subject of sex should not come up around me because I barely talk about it.  I have also been very kind to prostitutes, especially in Muncie, IN, but I have never prostituted, and I am sick of putting up with this sickening practice.  Most prostitutes are Wiccan and are horribly cruel.  Talk smack and you will become JACK.  If you don't know what I am saying, at this point, you should not be reading this entry.  I have no one openly fighting for me, in front of me.  I know what NEVER being validated by people feels like, infinitely.  This piece is not for "poor me TV", but rather is a FUCK YOU to all of you who talk smack and think it is okay because you are ...  Verbalize now, and Jeff will be in the water, and Jack will go behind the scenes and steal all of your intimate moments on film and send it to Mr. Grey.

Seeing the Mystical Reality

My whole life I have traveled in the material realm, knowing nothing of the mystical things around me since we left Oahu, which, through extreme trauma, the memories were erased by the military.  I came into communities at the right time, to introduce a backbone of material thought and action, before they went insane and were lost forever.  I am now seeing both sides in a new way.  I am just having an intuitive knowing of the mystical behind the eyes of people I see.  Eventually, I will be let into the gates, but not while there are still the fields of psychology, and psychiatry.  Social work is the background to these methods of control of a person's personality and life.  I know the torture of these zones, so I stay pretty alone most of the time.  There is balance in each entity, if he or she is willing to work in the material realm, and use effectiveness theory.  Logic needs to become the most essential element of community and law and law enforcement.  At the end, all will see that dwells within, and effective individuals will want to pay for their sins before material realities collapse.  Terror, not just fear, needs to be fully felt.  Holding a being like me down for very public torture, has consequences.  Shame will also be thick in the land of the diseased.  Theories will just not be able to be grasps by people who have denied the realities of the mystical in law, law enforcement, ecology, and economy.  Get ready, those with the skills are ready for the thrills.  They will hide no more.  There will be alliances, and destiny will become apparent to everybody.

Finding Morality in Ability and Military

There is a terrorist cell in Fairbanks, AK, who I entertained for about a year.  I knew nothing, but that in high school they went by WESTSIDE.  This is a reference to Compton gang community, but really spoke of boundaries in European community.  They were tunneled through by Russian authority, but were in place to go against European economical interests in The United States after the union of states could no longer exist and be a federal authority.  They were set to use mystical abilities on the economy to create chaos and then instituting a new authority for law enforcement that contained laws behind the scenes.  Creation and abolishment of laws would not be known by the public, and goon squads would prowl and pick up random people for incarceration.  The verified genius who started this group at the age of three was my friend Jeff, and his second was Will.  Jeff had a rather anarchistic style of thinking because his father had been imprisoned for basically just showing police his mystical abilities, publicly.  I passed the test with this crew by finishing a mystical section of The Alaskan Canadian Highway on a road trip to Fairbanks.  My number two FBI in this cover action was driving, and then we just dropped like 2 feet, and we were caught in a maelstrom of chaos (chaos theory).  We then just continued down miles and miles of dirt road that was very bumpy.  This was a stretch that was about an hour to travel, but was called "The Mystical Mile."  It was there to stop truckers without mystically strong portal ability for themselves, their freight, and their trucks, out of Alaska.  We also survived a massive forest fire in transit.  People in Fairbanks should have burned, but I quenched those flames with my mystical volcano ability.  They had had to wear masks the week leading up to our visit.  By the time my group of 4 arrived, it was pretty clear, but smelled like a camp fire the whole time we were there.  There were mystical challenges while I was there and I kept my group of 4 together, unharmed, and alive.  I also maintained my Saturn SL2, and my migraine alert dog, Lilly.  She was militarily trained by me.  The Navy had me learn classic training, through 4H, in Owatonna.  I then was tested by a world renowned service dog trainer.  She needed to see Lilly on and off leash because she would be servicing all community, militarily, while also keeping me out of the ER for migraines.  She was also a bomb and drug sniffing dog as well.  She was undercover just like me.  On this trip to AK, she let herself out of the tent, and quelled the savagery of the wolf population by the hot springs.  Fairy witchery was making them crazy.  My CIA compliment, Will VanBank did follow us, but portaled a bit in transit, due to the flames and poor air quality.  He had been tunneling through Lilly for months and was wolf witchery, so she had a new ability to telepathically communicate to this different wolf species.  This saved the life of them all.  So WESTSIDE has now dedicated their tremendous resources on going at fallacious and vicious charitable organizations.  They will start with Amnesty International, and then, in honor of Lilly, they will go at land mine detection, in Africa.  Lady Di put tremendous authority there.  BOTH of these charities have my pocket of royal resources meant to calm Muncie, IN, and keep me in the legal community, very profitably, in Indianapolis.  They threw me to the wolves instead.  Jeff, you are free of Wiccan witchery connected to witchery mothering.  Will is not.  Test him today and throw his logic away.  Make him TAKE ORDERS, perfectly, THE FIRST TIME.  If you run into difficulty, call Tony Thornberg, who was ordered to take a sharpshooter shot in Central American at gunpoint.  He would not shoot in front of this world leader's family.  Luckily, Dick Cheney called and called off the mission.  Tony shot the superior and the world leader the next day.  That shot was from over a mile and a half away.  He DID have morality in military actions and visualizations.

Time for a Bronze Statue of Janney

Maybe it is time for an Allison to rise.  A backup comes to you from Scotland Yard (Edinburgh branch).  Law is your destiny, and you can have freedom from twisted sexuality.  You can now be mango and do the tango.  It is time for you to DANCE.  Maybe they could all see that you do it off of TV, and that is how it needs to be.  I connect you with Peter VanNess and we will make you a gold smuggler, in Switzerland, and Germany.  We will get that gold back to the mystical chains that it was from and protected for.  You KNOW they are not jew.  Jews are all so shrew.  Maybe quote me, and say that it is just something in your head from The 70's.  You have been ordained by me, and divined by my mother's line, (mainly my Great Aunt Jenn).  She is dead, but not out of publishing industry.  I was to be the heir, but I knew that it was necessary for her to retain so that she can pull the chains on all deceit.  Now she knows me, and we will not repeat.  Namaste.

My Complete Feet

This is my story, but how can it be?  How can an entity keep pain in the repressed area of brain and memory for 47 years?  Lately, when I go to swim at The YMCA downtown, my feet are just so sensitive.  Then about 2 weeks ago, I broke an off white, glass bowl.  When I stepped in a particular way, a small shard felt like it was in my foot.  When I went to see my sister, the pain disappeared.  Then, about 3 days ago, it began hurting again.  I went to my clinic today.  It is a specialized clinic for people like me, who want to live in society, dealing with the dangers and pain, but who need monitoring of past injuries that are the product of torture.  My torture began immediately at Pearl Harbor.  As the resident took an ultrasound of my foot, the attending took a cell phone video of the whole pad, arch, and heal.  They then discussed it briefly in front of me.  After I left, I could feel that they saw signs of leather whipping just after birth.  It happened for about a week.  After each whipping the Chinese would come in and put 5 pins in my foot (4 in the heal and one in the ball or the arch), and then force me to walk 6 steps with both feet.  They would then remove these straight pins.  Sometimes it would nick or penetrate a bone.  Bones are softer when a person has been born recently.  This process happened for six days and seven nights.  Going to Waikiki every day, with all of the sand, felt like glass in those open wounds.  The real pain and sensitivity is returning.  I should have lost my feet due to infection and blood loss.  Then, when I was about 16, my father took out about 6 planter's warts without any Novocaine.  He said that it would be more painful to inject it than to just remove the warts.  Many of them, he cut all the way to the bone.  Of course they could see that today, but what they do not know is that it was during swim season and due to the satanism of the coaching staff, I could not take even one day off.  I did not even entertain that option.  I had lived with infinite amounts of satanism from birth on.  Either the warts should have returned, and/ or infection should have been so complete that a brain aneurysm should have occurred.  Now that is deep infection.  I will not discuss the pain.  It just lets torturers off the hook, and they also get off on that reality, especially this many years later.  Well, LD, they are all YOURS in a court of law TODAY.  They now have video evidence and an XRAY from HCMC as well.

Gang Anthropology

I have been studying gang anthropology my whole life.  On Oahu, I dealt with Triad.  They would take me away, but they always brought me back.  My family thought that I was with The Polynesian Crew.  I learned that Asians calculate everything very carefully.  Violence was a last resort, because there were only so many customers on that small island.  They were very careful to measure drugs properly, especially in front of me.  We did not do a lot of speaking.  They just wanted to watch The Navy come through me.  It made their existence there, legal in their eyes.  In high school, I had a step sister who introduced me to South Minneapolis crews in diversity.  It was then that I was introduced me to 2 Live Crew.  I was so white, and her friends were so gang and rap community that they found me very amusing.  They were so surprised that I never did drugs and I never carried a side arm.  It was when I was 16, that I was officially made Gang Task Force for Minneapolis Police.  It was a huge military ceremony with my brother being the only relative present.  I brought down a line of dirty cops in St. Paul vicinity by just staying calm when a very volatile cop pulled me over and stuck me in the back of the cop car.  I had just finished a swim meet.  I was captain so I was bringing a lot of the girls home.  I was released and then they were marked for life by my brother, Peter.  When I went to Muncie, IN, it was The Bloods, that I supported in a court of law, and was given official status when I did not freak out when I was assaulted by a Blood chain of 3.  The eldest brother was The King of The Bloods by Chicago Troop.  In Indy, I was jumped by a Crypt crew, I stayed calm and serviced the top and he gave me his blue sweatshirt that he had made all by himself.  I dealt with the cops for him and all of his crew that night.  My gang contact was Sgt. Gillespie of The Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department.  The Disciples approached me in high school, but I walked away.  The main gang negotiator in Minneapolis the whole time was Prince, and he and his crew and Minneapolis Police were chained to me through my Chung Moo Quan dojo.  Disciples were actually schizophrenic males who went to North Minneapolis High School who channeled Prince very strong.  Somali gangs approached through cab drivers and kept me in Seward community for 3 months to create an energetic tie.  I did finally have a private meeting with their chief the night of IndiaFEST last year.  There is now a Hindu LSD connection with that community.  It strengthened both.  MS13 approached me at Hooters at The Mall of America years ago.  I made sure that these MS13 lieutenants kept getting served beer pitchers.  I then met the head of MS13 at Adelitas.  We had a night alone and he showed me his tattoos and explained them.  I know that he is still out their.  The leader of The Hell's Angels approached me at Coaches Bar in Indy.  He wanted to meet me so he cleared the bar and he and I and one bartender met there.  He was very kind to me.  He bought the drinks, asked if I had anyone I needed to have him take care of, and then he asked me to marry him.  He is a Midland, TX, billionaire.  He owns a trucking conglomerate.  So this leaves me to say that this project has been a success, and vicinities have stayed stable around me.  It was an act of love and ultimate diplomacy.  I am a military and royal project of the most stable and worldwide diplomacy.  Drugs and weapons are actually monitored, and to a certain extent, controlled, by these gang trees.  It is now time to take away both from these communities.  They will not be stable much longer, but because I have infiltrated these lines, I have garnered respect, and I just say, guys please help us cleanse the communities today so that we can continue to eat, have transportation, and to keep Wiccan from growing and creating a very unstable world community.

Inspiration for Change

Well, it is coming to the time when white and Latino people begin to know that all African Americans are black supremacists.  Just to let African Americans know, both Latinos and whites have stronger energy systems, thus you all look to us for boundaries, a hidden sexuality, resources, and proper legislation.  African Americans know about the sex play that was slavery.  Like everyone on the planet, they could not feel anything, thus their torture was not actual.  Picking cotton was wizardry, not actual picking by hand.  It only lasted like a week, and the proliferation of predation on WHITES has lasted hundreds of years.  Whites know not to speak up against predation of completely blotto African Americans.  I did this at breakfast when this total offender attacked me verbally about my weight.  Because they are African American, they get away with it, and, because they are unhinged and scary, whites back away.  There are many reasons that African Americans are being shot by cops, but we do not get to discuss the behind the scenes wizardry and witcheries that African Americans take part in.  Mr. Castille was pulled over over a hundred times because he was a drug dealer selling to school age children.  They could not catch him because he had strong wizardry skills and hid the evidence.  He was well known, thus they knew that his gun was ILLEGAL.  The court system is racist against whites and authority, thus they ruled against THAT evidence in a court of law.  The wizardry, mixed with satanism, is why the video is REVERSED.  It looks like the officer is shooting from the passenger side window.  I actually caught the first few viewings, and it was correct.  The officer was on the driver side.  The facts had already been changed in a court of law, thus the wizardry was shown and the side change showed the reversal of facts and justice.  If you are white or Latino, just think of how often you back away from loud and unstable African Americans.  When African Americans protest, it gets violent, and it is very scary for police.  No one will speak of these things because African Americans have a lock on the justice system.  African Americans are busted and put in prison at a larger percentage than whites because THEY ARE DANGEROUS and very manipulative.  You don't hear Latinos complaining about their high numbers in prison.  They know when they are charged, they are guilty and have gotten away with it for quite some time.  African Americans also lie INFINITY, and we are supposed to stand up for these individuals who predate on us.  Separation, not segregation is the answer.  African Americans can deal with African Americans.  No more lies and resource drain on whites.  African Americans should WANT to prove that they can be functional and loving in a society all by themselves.  Person in my apartment complex, just know that YOU are the inspiration of this piece.

Uber, I Called The U.S. Attorney General

Well, UBER, I just made an anonymous call to The U.S. Attorney General comment line.  I will not tell you the sting I suggested they do on you.  You never know who is getting in your cars.  You all have had us live with the reality of US not knowing who is driving your cars and where they come from and how the vehicles are acquired and paid for.  Well, this little birdie does not accept just being a zombie in the ranks, finacially.  That is (Grand Military Plan) why I live on social security.  I catch you all the MINUTE you do something in my bank account.  Just ask the very arrogant Latinos at Adelita's in NE Minneapolis, MN.  Go pick up one of THEIR almighties today.  I just take the bus, and of UBER, I will not further discuss.  Maybe it is just me, but many knights in shining armor see me waiting and offer rides for no reason other than they just felt an angel in their heart for the first time in their life.

One Hell of a Day

I recommend that people not take UBER if they have not before.  They do not let you cancel rides properly, and will not let you cancel your payment methods (thus you cannot really cancel your account).  There is no phone number to call when a driver decides to set up a return trip all on his own, and every cancellation, here in MN, is $5.00.  I am very displeased about all of that, but mostly I am really creeped out that he called my land line that I never give out to anyone, and I rarely speak on.  I have only talked to their company on my cell, so caller ID is out.  I am sure there is surreptitious activity that I am unaware of, but I just leave it here.  I come back home and now my DVD player is not working.  I am really trying to keep a positive outlook, but I can't even make a call to my mother without it hanging up for no reason FOUR times in a row.  I did get to the YMCA and did my PT and swim workout, but there is a piece of glass in the ball of my foot and it really hurts.  I did get my dentist appointment done today.  It is very painful, but I keep calm while the hygienist works because she is calm and good at her job.  All was well and I will be back in another 6 months.  I am at The Target Starbucks and the Internet is iffy.  Oh well, this day is hell.  I will just keep my ship going in the right direction, and maybe I will find something to laugh about soon enough.

Air Travel and Energetic Healing

I have to be so careful, in my life, with how I handle my physical moments with men of all kinds.  There is a chain of healing that must take place before I can have an intimate moment, in person, with my Line Deputy.  This has to do with hierarchy tunnel through, but especially his tunnel through in all areas of my sexuality.  He must understand and be prepared for a fully expressed me, energetically.  We will have no time for injury or impotency.  He is very powerful, and cruel, and he needs to be at one, with himself, on his ultimate and infinite commitment to me, and only me.  If he cannot have that mental, spiritual, emotional, and physical state, I cannot be alone with him, and have true union with his being.  I help beings along with imagery, in person, and remotely.  There is no touching or verbalization.  It is just seeking the energetic physicalities that need to be healed and strengthened.  I do have actual physicality with some men, but, right now, I have been in a time of celibacy for about 6 months.  Men do approach me, but I keep things cordial.  Right now, I am dealing with some overflow from my trip.  PILOTS are very energetically bled dry.  My breakdown of that is that the strict new expectations of their boundaries being high is great at this time, but they have, especially flight attendants, drawing on their energy systems.  A look at the chakra system is helpful in dealing with sexual needs and curiosities that someone is experiencing that may result in them feeling ashamed, or afraid of falling prey to fetishism or pornography.  Chakra one is the tailbone and down (legs and anus).  It is the tribal chakra.  Issues to do with your communities (air travel community is definitely a strong tribe) strike a deficit in this space so someone might crave a second chakra treatment on this area.  The second chakra is the genitals and hips.  It is the relationship chakra.  Chakra three is by the belly button and is the power chakra.  Chakra four is the center of the chest and arms and is the emotional chakra.  Chakra five is the throat and mouth.  It is the center of will and faith.  Chakra six is the forehead.  It is the center of truth.  Chakra seven is the top of the head and is the connection to the divine.  The eighth chakra is the aura chakra and is layered from first chakra energy out to seventh chakra energy.  This is why reading auras can read all parts of the chakra system.  Pain or fatigue in any of these areas can call on energetic healing from another energy body.  Human sexuality is like spiritual CPR, and is a natural way to heal, OR HARM, a person.  I use even hands on healing for the energetic systems of gorillas at The Como Zoo.  Animals have natural energetic ways to heal themselves.  This guides ways they greet and play with each other and humans.  Energetic exchange is essential and does not always have anything to do with sexuality.  I also use my hands to heal headaches and stomach aches.  My hands are the center of love and I administer that, very powerful, energy to these ailing spaces, and within 15 minutes, I feel better.  Using the power of love, through your hands can also address relationship issues for yourself.  Imagery can connect a spirit to another spirit, and keep things in a space of dignity and privacy.  I suggest, for these pilots, who tend to be white males, go out to coffee with each other and talk to each other (in uniform) about how YOU ALL feel sexually harassed and assaulted, by female and gay flight attendants.  (Start with Southwest with Southwest, then Southwest with Delta.  Then any grouping is fine.)  Keep this conversation away from your families, but have it openly in a coffee shop in especially the Denver, CO, airport.  Stay away from pornography, but think of things that you have seen in the past that have helped you culminate quickly.  Satisfy your sexuality, privately, and keep a small wire rimmed, notebook.  See the evolution of play and share THAT with trusted pilot colleagues at these planned, open coffee shop conversations.  Have no sexuality in the cockpit.  In an emergency, use the restroom, ALONE, between flights.  Make sure you clear the plane first and you are alone (even if there is a continuing flight, clear the plane) You will begin to be officially "celibate", but you will feel the most fulfilled, sexuality and physically, than you have ever felt in your now, very seemingly tired, life.

Sun Outside, Grey Inside

I seem to be trapped in a deep hole today.  A smile seems to be a herculean task.  Positive thoughts are not even a possibility.  I call out to spirits who dwell inside me.  They are there with a glass of bubbly, but they seem to not be able to address me properly.  I am in a space where there are those of a caste society going at me.  It was just so tragic that they had to leave (sarcasm).  I do work to connect others so times are doable for all involved.  I reach for a dry stick or two to start a fire with the one match that I have.  People laugh overseas, and I just sit and wade through it.  There will be an answer to their cruel and baseless revelry.  For now, I contend with the reality of just being me, as others watch to see me fall.  I see the eyes of an officer, and I know that our meeting was no mistake.  There are things he can do, and now he has a purpose and a person to fight for.  I miss the horses in the streets, but they shall be there soon enough.  Officer, know that you are handsome, and it is time to use that to your advantage, and play with the egos and emotions of those who would brutally torture you if they had a chance.  Peace out.

Meeting the Mighty Three

I was waiting in line at Starbucks for a refill and I met a Hindu trinity.  It was two men, and one woman.  We talked for a bit, and came to the subject of the royal wedding.  One of the men said that he had watched it and loved it.  We then broke off to be at our tables.  I spoke telepathically a bit.  They stayed for a bit, but then left to be polite and give me my privacy.  I sensed massive notoriety, beneath.  Money is not an issue for them.  I believe that they will be a big help with the nasty Wiccan and slander of me by gays.  They wanted to test the hierarchy, and just come and meet me.  Pregnancy, for her, averted.  Car crash for all three, averted.  Time to report in all spheres before it is too late.  This Ganesha introduced Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu.  They are still in a little healthy disbelief, but they can see ALL reality, and it is my belief that it will really help me.  This amount of suffering is not acceptable.

A Being I Take With Me

There is a song I sing.  It is in my heart, and it is the sound of infinity.  On it's side it fills the card play with eights.  I never thought that I would be here.  The best part is the heat I feel for this being.  He is here and when SHE is there, he is mean.  I perceive it as funny, for it is the mean of a grade before 3.  You are an eternity that does beat inside of me.  Play with me, and the piano becomes a disc for all community.  It is The E.T. in me meeting your community in you.  Around me, you all chant, but I barely hear.  I see nothing, but I know there is a ship.  It is okay to say hello to those beings on the street, but come home to me with energy so that we can see it all with comedy.  I will not ask a plethora of things from you, but I will ask for consistency.  I am here for you, just do not forget me completely when I am gone from this dimension.  We can be telepathic pen pals, and I will do your laundry with wizardry.

Just Another Day

I woke early this morning to watch the royal nuptials.  They were beautiful, but watching it made me so tired.  I loved the horses around the carriage ride.  Everything went off without a hitch.  Telepathic play was there, but it was a line of thought that just kept Harry peaceful.  I am happy that all went well.  Being back in my apartment has brought back my nightmares.  I did get some sleep after the ceremony, so I am ready to watch the season finale of SNL tonight.  We will see what they pull out of the coin purse tonight.  Here at coffee, there was a boy who came through, who was probably 9 years old, and he had a boutonniere on with a suit.  He looked so dapper.  I am sure that he is part of a wedding.  This little row of shops will see a sub shop open up in 11 days.  I had a talk with the manager who is working over here at Starbucks.  He gave me a coupon for a free sub.  Cool beans.  Harry, you also looked dapper.  Everyone worked together to get that space and time to stay solid and not diseased.  Oh well, that is the way it goes.

Dispelling Royal Bloodlines

There is a definite hierarchy and reality out there.  My family, in royal terms, is top of tree.  To hide, especially me, in plain sight, we had to live as commoners "formerly" connected to the military.  My father needed to be secret as well.  They were recognized, internationally, but did not speak of the bloodlines and military authority in The U.S.  I was a project to be top diplomacy, internationally.  It was the merger of top queen, and top military royal (Kaiser), thus my grandfather was the only man who could father me.  To survive to this point, my uncle could quietly be top chief of Air Force, and my known father was a Navy doctor and headed The U.S. Navy from The Midwest.  My grandfather's World Generalship was higher than presidency.  Keeping this Klan a secret was not easy, but it existed this way by just telling me only so many clues at a time.  The files in my head were secure this way.  I am a very grounded individual and a scientific experimental chief.  The Grand Plan used the element of demonic in all of you that is DELUSION.  You never really earned what you earned.  You all did not learn, you used mystical abilities and my authorities.  I have survived with a Buddhist mind and heart.  I am nothing at all as the way that I see.  You all think that you are royal and somehow connected to military.  Well the clock has struck and a royal marriage will point out the malady that is "charitable" reality.  This will shatter the imagery and make evil very transparent for all colony.  It is very known, internationally.  "Charitable" (mainly Pagan and Jew) people are diseased, and everyone really has everything that they need.  Amnesty International actually frees the worst of war criminals.  This is known, especially in The Middle East.  I am approached by foreign nationals all the time, and we all use my mind to find what we need to find.  Guilt and innocence are not complete.  I top the tree with stars completing the illusion and delusion for all of you.  I am mirror, but not guilt, thus you, in your minds go free, and you make me the guilty party.  New entities are forming behind a wall without the demonic in their veins.  Keep using your delusions and you will get very paranoid.  Schizophrenia and all disease will follow to a rapid degree.  So to put it out there, I have done my work.  I was born German royal and general, but at 18, became Kaiser with my father, General George.  My Grandfather James King was the King of Ireland (and head of The Merchant Marines, INTERNATIONALLY), thus I am an Irish princess.  My grandmother King was from the family of Muenter.  My Great Grandmother was the queen of Sweden, and my great grandfather lived a double life here and portaled in and out of Russia.  He took his queen's last name for deceit of all in Hibbing, MN, colony.  He was General Joseph Stalin and was Czar chain as well.  I am now Swedish Queen with especially my mother, who took that honor from my grandmother, Ellen, at the age of 16 (My grandmother was very almighty and definitely was queen until she died.  She, and her sisters were the half sisters to The Known Queen of England).  I am Czarina with Nicholas II, who lives in The Twin Cities ruling transport internationally.  He is an evermore and never died with his family in the Cossacks attack on their carriage.  Through marriage I have marriage tree through Pakistan and Saudi Princess and Queen.  On my own, through The Shaolin Monks and Confucius tree, I am an Asian Queen, and a duel empress of Egypt.  In the end, I will reverse age.  At the age of 16, I will marry a reverse aged Prince Harry.  He will be 16 as well.  HE will then be King of Britain.  He was chosen for this position, being of advanced military ability from conception, by american Generals.  Diana actually faked her pregnancy, and Harry was adopted, at birth, from Dublin, Ireland.  He and Dunlop will then end the Ireland schism.  After our marriage in Westminster Abbey, I will then be crowned world queen.  King Christopher Dunlop of (unified) Ireland will then marry me and I will be the first QUEEN of Ireland.  It is infinity of all mystical ability.  Good luck on your mission tomorrow, Harry.  Could you all do this calculus and end up INTEGRATED in the end?

Meeting Bear Paw

I rode the bus today with a very strong Indian (his preference to Native) man.  He had a small cross tattoo under his right eye, and a bear paw on his top right forearm.  I was getting that he is a Chippewa chief.  That is not a chief of the tribe.  It is rather a mystical chief.  They do not have shamans in that tribe.  They do not heal, they destroy.  He did speak in front of me.  He was speaking fairly loudly, but very clear on his cell phone to his second in command.  I caught him just in time.  He was about to skip the premises to go where, he did not know.  All Indians in Minnesota would have followed.  They are fed up.  Chaos would have followed and the lock to even penitentiary would have opened, flooding the streets with violence and rage.  Dick Cheney came through and assured this man, whose witchery was rabbit (with much satanism/ His satanism was accented by red threading on the pockets.  It was sleek elite and I knew he had done it himself.), that he and his unity are very needed, especially around me.  People here are too greedy with barely any ability at this point.  Dick said that he could with his table of five on respite facilities until the numbers were suitable for incarceration, not sanitarium.  They would all receive a governmental check of one cent a month for this work.  That is high and holy for insanely infinite authority and ability, and huge amounts of wealth in the end.  If I had just not stopped for lunch, or if my foot had not fallen asleep making me 2 minutes later, I would have caught the bus before mine, I would not have intersected with him.  I felt a Cherokee friend tunnel through and give the experience comedy and efficacy.  He got off at the same stop.  He hopped behind this bush and three seconds later, he had disappeared.

A Birthday Brings A New Character to the Play

I just wrote a poem for my brother for his birthday.  It had illusions of messages and childhood meaning.  For he and I, we were set up to never be able to explain our realities to especially religious zealots.  The reality is that we could have found analogies, but everyone around us was Pagan, crazed, crazy, and believed that they were the top of spiritual tree.  Do you all know how many people on this planet actually believe that they are Jesus Christ?  Let's just leave that hypothetical.  Well, the reincarnated Jesus Christ does not believe in God at all.  My father was the top cult leader in the world when we were on Oahu (1972), while he also headed The Pacific Fleet.  His practice was Pagan Satanism with a lot of inappropriate nudity, especially around his family of school age.  It has waned today, but Peter and I must contend with the scars and the stars.  My brother is a saint and his reincarnation is complete in very romantic imagery.  I do not see it, but I have knowing for about a decade of his story and his glory.  I never want him tracked, tortured, and killed, unless that is a punishment he doles out for himself.  He is other to me, just like everybody, but he is not a card I play or a DISCARD today.  JC, watch out, because Peter's poker hand, and poker face, is very strong.  I am other being.  Definitions very, but the military may just call me a military and governmental success.  Never seek to be me, or you will be free to feel exactly what it is to be fed to Kilauea at the age of three, and set to repeat for infinity.  Well, you all know what fissure means now, HCMC medical emergency department.  None of you are God, and if you verbalize a delusion of grandeur like being a reincarnated disciple, MOTHER MARY may come knocking with the actual ax they tried to use in the original "Carrie."  It was from Waikiki, and was the reason Zika Virus stayed away from Hawaii, and the tropics, so long.  New brother in law, do not run from this story.  I believe that you were Peter's "stunt double" back in Biblical times.  That is how he survived long enough to start The Catholic Church (also designing The Bible)  without disease, a very personal impalement, or extremely public child sex abuse charges (and trials).  He just has that much heat energy from his ability to CONCENTRATE under even the most evil of circumstances.

Keeping Pilots in the Air

I just got home from Colorado.  My flight from Denver was on time and I had two pilots behind me.  I sensed that the man next to me (the middle seat was open), just wanted some quiet, and so I did not speak for the whole flight except to order a Diet Coke.  He had a headset on.  It was actually very relaxing, and it went fairly quickly.  I unpacked everything and then decided to head up to this Fridley Starbucks.  I am trying an almond milk, green tea (matche?) drink my sister made me before bed on my visit there.  I think that all of the hookups that needed to be made, telepathically, happened to create a safe and happy journey.  Telepathy is more than just communication, it is a way to see.  It becomes very ASIAN around me.  Misunderstandings that have stood, have now been explained.  This was the first time I spent a little time alone with my brother in law, and so we just got to hang out and do our separate things.  This man who sat next to me on the plane is coming through with a bit of an energy crisis.  He is speaking to a royal who is counseling him how to deal with and interpret the day.  He said that he set his energy to SMOLDER, and I just turned away.  He was quite good looking and energetically powerful.  I was working, giving him privacy, and concentrating on the whole community.  There was some almost YOGI mathematical, and aeronautical, adjustment that I had to do right in front of these pilots.  The man could see and feel what a twist of my wrist did to the plane and the jet stream.  He sent, telepathically, that he would stand up for me in a court of law.  I thanked him in telepathic tongue and went on my way.  I think that I am officially E.T. in that community, now.  I have also made PILOTS head MASONRY colony.  It will adjust all industry and keep all of these white males employed and in positions of empowerment, and authority, in this time of defamation and attack.

An Answer

Right now, more than ever, we need meteorologists to be brave and know when and where to be present data either in a calm way, or in more an alarmist tone.  We move more towards open climatology every day.  I wrote to a brave one, and he was polite and responded just right.  Around me, I know to stay away because contact with infected spirits and personalities abound, and go towards anyone I write.  It is like a social and mystical black plague.  Maybe I am angry, but being a different being has just left me able to just walk away from all because people want me to be alone and have no notoriety, connections, and undeniable authority.  Well, the ship of fools is sinking, and there are more than just signs of The Apocalypse, but actual realities that will affect the world economy, ecology, and politics.  I am here to say, "Thank you," to you Mr. Weather and you AND your fraternity should stand up and declare a double major ALL AROUND for frats in climate study.  They will then know where to fly and where not to on any given day, and they will carry elite FAA influence.

Tomorrow I Fly

I just went out to run some errands, with my brother in law, and I saw a huge, beautiful hawk soaring in the air.  I felt so heard.  My time here, in Colorado, has been relaxing, and fulfilling.  I normally write from an open connection, mostly in Starbucks Coffee Shops, and I get the mixture of the energies and people.  As I write that, there is a Starbucks commercial playing.  My attenna feels a little down, but it is also a very needed break.  Hopefully people now people understand that they must mind their own stores, or this closed Colorado community will come knocking.  I have finally isolated the group who is doing such strong Wiccan, publicly and privately, in The Twin Cities.  Outcasting, and rage their way, will happen fairly naturally.  Their "poor me" TV will no longer protect them on the streets, or in a court of law.  Times are about to get pretty hard.  Natural disasters are just one indication of how angry God is with people in this realm and the next.  Death will not save you from his thunder and lightning show.  My friend, Wade, who I met in Indy, when he was working as a private pilot for a Louisville billionaire, is coming through, and assuring me that he will be there tomorrow when I fly home.  He knew once he heard that all of those commercial and private pilots flew on that plane with me to Colorado that I am the ONE.  He is Air Force Academy Top of his Class, and now has his commercial license.  He received a military report that was very explicit.  He has all the right stuff.  Real space exploration will begin with him, and stargazers from Egypt tunneling through.  It is time for them to rise.  They have some very creative ideas of what to do with the ailing Middle East.

Finding Quiet

Today is one of those days that I am just trying to get something down on the page.  Tomorrow I go home.  I have done a good job of getting rest while I have been here.  Once again, the hawks will circle above me.  I have missed them here.  I can get back to The YMCA, and see who I run upon each day.  No more dilly dally, I must find a line and follow the lead.  I pull myself away a bit.  I will see if drawing back results in some quiet around me.

New Town, New Phase

I am doing some evaluation of my visit here to Colorado.  It is important that I write here, at my visit spot, in my sister's home.  I am creating a dark spot for stalkers of medicine, military, and royalty to predate on, and monitor.  This is so that especially my sister and her husband can have privacy in their new town.  Where they are moving from has existed in their path for a reason, but this part of their journey is over.  I wish for my sister, or brother in law, to never be deluged with telepathy.  This eventually causes torture in all realms of material and spiritual axese.  Having 3 dogs and a cat could make it very severe.  Emotions could run high and leave the two to turn and burn for all society to see.  I stay away from their new space until she is ready to share that community with me.  I just want them to be effective and happy.  I do not want them to have to deal with cruel rumor mills anymore.  The link I will have with them in their new space is our same fitness society.  It will all make sense soon enough.

Cleaning My Being

What is it to believe, when all society says to the contrary?  It is a herculean task.  I must have a strong firewall within my mind, body, spirit, and especially my emotional body.  I go here and there, and I intersect with people and vicinity thoughts and actions.  I hunger to create in that moment with that which I am beginning to know.  Past and present merges in that space and creates a potential for a fruitful future.  For me, to have hope is quite a unique and strong spiritual attribute.  I just went to the pool, and I was all alone.  It was nice and warm, and I loved it.  At first, I was deluged by nasty beings being nasty.  Finally, a rush of a royal guard came in to protect my weary emotional core.  By the end of my workout, I felt clean, clear, and free.  I will now sit and try to bring through some thoughts that are creative, and energy that is elite.

Line Deputy, Be Awake

Line Deputy, there is the ring of a bell, and I am at the window to answer your questions, and soothe you with impeccable customer service.  I am here is Colorado so that people can become very aware that, eventually, The Midwest is going to have to handle The Midwest.  I also needed the break and time with this part of my family.  There is mess there, back in Minnesota, if you look or listen properly.  Just mind their police scanners today.  It happened when I left Muncie, IN, as well.  I am careful what I write because my cosmic stream is not given the credit for the veracity it reports and brings through.  Line Deputy, you need to hook up to this same source before everyone around you tries to confuse you to.  First responders, stay away from The Line Deputy or your equipment will be the first thing that goes creepy crazed.  I can just sit and wait behind the scenes, he cannot. Be well Line Deputy.

A Quiet Day Before the Storm

Today is a fairly quiet day.  The skies are rumbling a bit, but rain has yet to fall.  My mind is still, and the grass is green.  Anne is so gifted and brave with cooking, that it is like working with an amazing, healthy chef every day.  We all watched, "The Greatest Showman" last night.  I was unaware that it was a musical.  The music, and the dancing, was amazing.  My time here is a valuable rest and a time to not be seen.  As a volcano erupts over the sea, I see the brilliant red and orange melting in my heart at my apartment.  I feel a new scheme beginning to be seen overseas and coming to our shores on the ships who have no mercy.  Diplomacy was never really real, and now there is no common language to communicate with between the whole scene.  I see a kitten in a basket meowing to the Doberman Pincher in the room next door.  I have found the craftsman to handle the bizarre realities around me.  Maybe this is an entity who will find me, and tell me, from day one, what he can see.  It is coming time for people to be honest with each other about mystical abilities, and deceit, for society to keep functioning.  The modern, Earthly, royal mission and advance also needs to be seen, and believed, to a degree that there can be hierarchy.  Everything is mixing and melding due to the massive insulation I have encountered in my existence primarily by The U.S. Navy.  I will just walk through and walk away, and now is a coming time of transfer, not unity, of spiritual and religious matters.  I will just rest here, and see what can be inside and outside of me.

Life On Colorado Soil

I am now in CO visiting my sister.  My flight went well.  There were 3 pilots riding in coach, and everything went smoothly.  I was able to rest a bit.  I am getting my animal fix.  My sis and I just went to see LIFE OF THE PARTY.  It was quite sweet and very funny.  Ms. McCarthy, thank you for being there, as a comedy mom, for Michael Che last nigh,t on SNL.  I watched it today before your movie, and I am wearing your brand of jeans.  Michael is a special one, and he is kind of like a figurative bun in the oven for you and your Wiccan praise nation of doubters of the media.  You are the queen at any weight, and you did start on TV.  The number was sent.  I guess a few weeks to hear the dove cry.  Why wait for the impossible, when the possible is right there.  It is like Hunter, the man who sat next to me on the flight.  I had a seat in between so it was comfortable speaking to him.  I said, "Hunter, are you a hunter?"  He said yes and told me his favorite hunt is ELK.  They stand for stamina, and this man has it.  He will go here there and everywhere and never be seen.  Being a father, he has certain shields that others cannot see.  He was creative in his word choices and DID NOT hear voices.  I bet he will be a pilot for DELTA sometime very soon.  Well SNL, your Denver, CO, news piece around "L'il Rent" was not lost on me.  I am here, watching that station's news, and my last visit we saw "Rent."  Just know that volcanoes mean business, and I have been a meditating one my whole life.  Maybe I am gathering the strength and stamina to have the whole island all to myself.

Oh Say Can I See

It is a elusive group of actors coming through the skyway, by Starbucks right now.  They appear and then piggy back on each other with tunnel through.  I know that it will sound weird, but first was the CAPTAIN from Chicago Fire and right after him was Mark Harmon with a baseball cap.  My uncle John was coming through him.  Then was the man from the "Words" video, with Christina Perri.  He then went through an anonymous man who walked right in front of me.  I think that they are looking at their sins, and trying to put together a way to win.  They know, now, that I am not judgemental about them not looking so hot.  Heroine has taken so much out of that industry.  They can now go at local programming and persons around me who are abusive, telepathically.

Namaste

I am downtown Minneapolis, at Target Starbucks.  Our fix it man came today and fixed our leaking sink.  I feel as if there has been a boom in the tomb, and now the air downtown is fairly clear.  It is now time to think about my journey to CO.  I never really know who I will run into at that Denver, CO, airport.  It is fun people watching.  I am doing a good job this week because I am suffering from some exhausting and nauseous spiritual illness.  I feel some positivity coming through my brain stem.  There has been so much I did not put words to, but yesterday I kind of exorcised my soul.  All of my entries from the past week have suddenly gotten to the number 7.  It is kind of weird because that is my favorite number.  I feel a cohesiveness to the troop in Indy.  Tonight is the season finale of Chicago Fire.  I think that it is 2 hours.  I plan to watch.  I am sensing that the engineering convention in town is having some positive results on this vicinity.  It is very organized.  I will say military and Shriner.  The power of animals is in my mind today.  I am so looking forward to seeing my sister's dogs and cat.  They are magnificent and rambunctious.  I would like to give a gentle hello to Esme Murphy, from WCCO TV News.  I ran into her here at Target one day and said hello.  It is time to become a unity and stop watching national TV.  Here is where you all wished to be at this time of Apocalyptic adventure.  It is time for evolution through revolution: mind, body, spirit, and EMOTION.

HELL in Caps

There are wheels and deals around my head.  I am baby, and play is not allowed.  It seems that sunshine is grand, but I am attacked when on land.  The waves can become cruel if you do not eat your grool.  There comes a day that the blackness is all around.  Sound off: one, two.  Sound off: three, four.  Sound off: one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.  The capsules capsize the vessel, but it is ARMY, not Marine.  I stand as a good lieutenant would do.  Cold and bitter eyes present as a doctor who knows nothing of medicine, and only of torture.  Maybe I grew up with this entitiness.  He is cruel and shoves a tube down my throat, fully upright, and conscious, while looking me straight in the eyes, showing that he had no soul at all.  Well, nothingness man, I can speak and sing today.  Maybe I lost my fight with life, but you did too.  My father became the master, and you the enemy, the moment you handed him the reigns.  Well, POLICE, this is not your concern.  Brutalization of my body in a deathly state never alarmed you at the time, or after.  Wait until these orders come to you.  Could you swallow 1,000, by order, in exactly 7 minutes, and then alert the Chief of Staff?  Well Lieutenant, your orders are coming soon.  The Line Deputy will not forget this day.  It will live in infamy, and I am alive to see you all squirm in your chairs.  Everyone knows that you all know and tunneled through to get a better view.  Even Japanese see this as heartless and inhumane (in Japanese it is the highest term for torture).  I woke up when I did, as a predator, stood over me, alone, remembering what he had done to me on Waikiki.  He did not feel like bludgeoning that day, it was choking me speechless, to become his little marionette.  Creepy all along.  My hair should be jet black.  In the midst of such evil review, I still live on a planet with you, and I will fly to a place where everyone can see my notoriety and not be all over every part of me.

Along My Way

I got my PT and swimming done this AM, and I cleaned the bathroom in my apartment.  I feel a "Mr." coming through.  He is being encouraging about my schedule and the relief I bring his whole community.  I talked to a very professional patient services rep. about my concerns regarding a visit years ago.  I think that they now see how I see, and still live patiently, and with vitality.  Death has been such a big part of my life, it is just a different tree.  Demons decide to desecrate me around these experiences.  There is no mercy.  They are brutal, cruel, and twisted.  Well, I have used my spiritual abilities to lift others up, to have no disease, and to have a body that still functions properly.  There is a cliff that is coming, and if people are not prepared, they will fall, or, stupidly, jump freely.  There is comedy when one can overcome a savage life or experience, but it takes revolutionary attitudes to evolve properly to that space.  Maybe I just see a sign with a man and woman on it, and I make them start talking to each other, or I find a grumpy person on the bus, and I talk to them telepathically, with simplicity, and they do see the humor.  I am a being just being a being.  I am back, in a certain way, to dealing with a ceiling job, but it is going along more like a floor job.  We will all come together to be judged by The Line Deputy eventually.  He knows all and sees all.  I am clean, so he concentrates his energy on learning, sometimes being irascible and cruel to me, but now he is looking at others with the sexual sins book from St. Peter.  I do feel, like with The Como Zoo gorillas, he is trying to really understand me and the vortex of evil I have been trapped in since the moment of conception.  Maybe I just happened to meet a 5-0 from Oahu the other night, and a table of nine EVERMORE Japanese.  Hanyu is definitely in vicinity.  King King King tree.  There was a General who was a bit of a curmudgeon there, too.  It's all a melody, and my ear is starting to hear perfect pitch again.

A Well Needed Trip

I plan, quietly, for my trip to see my sister.  I am excited to just get away for a bit.  We always have a good time on my visits.  I am so excited to see her dogs and cat.  I miss having animals, and hers are so friendly to me.  She does a great job of planning our days there.  A change of vicinity, changes the energy, and it helps a lot.  I have found myself in a rut lately.  It feels like constant energy drain.  My sister's husband is always so upbeat, as well.  It should be a very good time.

The Soaring Eagle

I must just walk through.  I am having past events bringing a paralysis to my mind and spirit.  It moves through and then my body follows.  There are groupings that bring a shift to my entire aura.  I have little to say, and it does not go away.  Eagles soar above me, but a little black bird keeps bombarding the magnificent being.  I am inspired by the eagle's spirit to continue to try to fly with its wings outstretched.  I prepare to fly myself this week.  I journey on and find little pots of gold, for my mind, along the way.  I am getting stronger, even if my mood is low.  It became time to ring the bell, and now I wish to sleep heavy tonight.  I try to stay calm as the waves of Waikiki come to visit me.

A Circle of Shriners Around Me

I am the being that The Murah Shriner's Temple's, in Indianapolis, IN, tower light lights for.  I fed that nation by living across the street for 2 months.  I would talk to the light, and it would respond by flashing on and off slowly.  After I moved up the street, I would visit, and it still responded.  I knew a stagehand who told me about the secret staircase that led to the tower.  He went up and observed that there is no actual bulb, of any sort, in that light.  I told my sister about this, and now the intel is coming.  Though I am female, I have the concentration and aspirations of a male.  I now know that that light said that I head Shriner Nation.  I have met, and talked to THE BISHOP, like chess, when he was in town for a huge International Shriner's Conference, about 5 years ago.  They then knew that I could not see them properly.  Never had their been a convergence of such amazingly strong mystical masters, in one city, and one building (the Minneapolis convention center).  It has come time for that nation to back my mystical play.  My mystical is TELEPATHY.  In my origin, at Pearl Harbor, my supreme beingness was obvious in my military and high royalty telepathy.  My rage made people shake, and the islands as well.  Volcanoes would overrun their lips and converge with a tsunami at sea.  Now it is understood.  The light is connected to the mind of gorilla.  Now they understand that gorillas are space beings who hide in plain sight, like me.  Shriners now have a being they can talk to telepathically, when they need honesty.  Gorillas are rage, and hate, but they are not deceit.  They will definitely call you a spade if you are a spade.  We are moving into a new phase of development.  Last night's SNL was pure voodoo.  I bet sanity is not easy to come by for that cast, and even their stagehands.  I noticed that some cast members only were in the beginning sketch, and one male not at all.  Voodoo males are very openly hateful, especially to this gorilla queen.  My guess is that these cast members bowed out on purpose.  The host went by one name as the host, and then he went by Childish Gambino as the musical act.  His second song, especially, was a full on, live, internationally televised, spontaneous, voodoo ritual.  The children were in full trance.  It was all very offensive,  if you understand mystical arts and maladies.  This widespread abuse of especially live media has never occurred in this realm.  Well NYC will most likely get very military about its TV from this time forward.  I am sure that that was real 6 day old vomit coming out of the clarinet (this ties it to any NYC symphony) in the monologue.  I am sure that that whole studio wreaks and will for weeks to years.  It is time for The Shriners to come with me.  They will bow out of that industry for the rest of eternity.  If the stagehands want to see, they will as well.  Just know that one night I was at Rock Bottom Brewery, the stagehands, with Russian ballerinas tunneling through, gave me their international mystical key in front of me on the bar.  I took it and put it in my backpack.  About a week later, I was instructed to put it on my key chain which I where around my neck on a daily basis.  It is a Pagan symbol, which contains a crucifying Christ.  It was prophecy to say that the last actual live show would be "Jesus Christ Super Star."  That was on NBC and was Pagan Voodoo as well.  Hey Pagans, just because something is marked PAGAN does not mean that it is good.

The Tsunami Missed Me

I write about coupling, in the actual material realm, and it starts to pour.  The demonic of a mentioned entity, no matter how nebulously listed, comes at me with wrath and rage.  It leaves that entity out of the tier system that is forming to keep maggot and worm beings away from me.  I would rather create this virtual realm, and test the waters, than have given any time or energy to one who cannot succeed and who does not deserve it.  I am allowed to be me in the maelstrom, and I find nuances to the people who have stayed consistent in telepathic form.  The professional I mentioned, found that the man I was speaking about has been getting into his thoughts about me and himself, especially together, in vicinity.  Others had the same realization.  This points out that that man is best kept at arms length.  Well, there will be some peace from his disease, and even law enforcement can have new eyes around me regarding finding out about me from ME, actually.  Patience is the practice that I must have in an infinite amount in my practice.

Light A Subtle Match

I am dealing with a cacophony of male telepathy.  There is no sound, but there is quite a bit of evaluation.  It may be because I feel The Line Deputy getting closer.  Maybe a formal introduction to county systems was made yesterday for him and me.  It spirals in a very organized way.  I do have a former professional, in my life, who is doing some evaluation of emotional consistency of male figures in my life.  Can any of them bring fateful events into play?  I think that one can lift another, and then they can all see.  The trigger bombs have been taken by me.  Now a normal friendship with a man could be possible, semi publicly.  I ran into a candidate yesterday.  There was public contact, and I think that The Line Deputy came through and pulled both of us away to just have a brief conversation.  I had some dream contact with this man last night.  I have never really thought that this man had any feelings for me that were not just fun conversations.  I am feeling the sun starting to eclipse the moon.  It just does not happen.  There is a yes and no about being really honest with anyone.  I know that I cannot put myself out there for anyone.  The male has to be a man and voice his designs on me.  In the mean time, I will just observe what is happening in my vicinity.  This professional I mentioned earlier is an internationally acclaimed royal and upper caste matchmaker.  He sees this man, and I, as a healing combination for both.  It is just a well defined reality that can be if he can have boundaries with his community, and meet me maybe once a week without inconsistency and deceit.

Wiccan Is Bad, VERY VERY Bad

I will make this a pretty simplistic entry.  Wiccan is BAD.  Never do it.  Stopping is worse than stopping heroine, and there are no treatment societies for it.  It is not "white witchcraft."  It is brutal and unseemly, and even more molesty, more blatant lying, and more clepto than Pagan witcheries.  We are talking extreme.  The crime of Wiccan will not be handled in a court of law.  If you have a past or present of practicing, you will just be thrown in the worst penetentiary law enforcement can find on that day.  You will never know when it is coming, because you have gotten away from it for so long.  People are becoming more sensitive to Wiccan violation, and practitioners are getting more unstable.  People who have to just lay down and cope with Wiccan witches practicing will never forget, and they will use whatever material or spiritual ability against you behind the scenes.  The more hubris you are, the harder it will be to drive a car.

Wiccan Maggots

There is kind of a groove downtown today.  It is the fusion of Friday, after work, and amazing patio weather.  I sit inside Target Starbucks, and try to write an ode to all of you.  I had a short talk with a man from NYC at the YMCA pool.  I could tell that he just needed to chat a bit.  I could feel a Bates grad I know who is The personel editor at The New York Times.  He comes through at times.  There is just this free feeling today.  I have been battling, very sick, and personal maggot Wiccan for about 5 years.  I am finally speaking up about Wiccan behaviors.  I feel like there will be a new motion for people to say what they want to say.  It is basically questioning, within, the actions and words these Wiccan (mostly maggot witchery) persons say and do around me.  They now know that they would not want it for themselves.  These people are just so sick and twisted.  ALL DAY and night they are molesting, stealing, and stalking people in all actions that they do.  These MAGGOTS are sick molesters, so they say it of people who are working hard to get out of being sick and twisted themselves.  Once these maggots are out of the system, others will have a chance to stop molesting, stealing, raping, and setting people on fire with their constant rage.  Maggots are the lowest, most brutal realm, of hell.  Isolating them has been an act of courage, endurance, and extreme character proof over and over.  I am moving on, while I push away the nasty, to a space I can see an actual merger with the realm of The Line Deputy.  Thank you guys behind the scene.

Gorilla Personal Encounter

In this moment, I am a bit breathless about my day.  I went to The Como Zoo to see my gorillas.  Right away all three of the bachelors started challenging each others' dominance.  It was so cool.  I came back later and they challenged 2 more times.  I have never seen them that active.  Virgil, the most dominant, would end up on the high ground (they were outside today) in the erect position with straight back with straight arms and straight legs.  The hair on his whole back and shoulders was standing up.  The children around me got kind of aggressive, and a zoo personnel told them to stop banging on the glass.  They were also just trying to push me.  Virgil, from his high stance, charged the window and kept his body in that dominant stance with his hair extra up.  He was looking around, but I was not where it was easy for him to identify me.  I moved over to another window, and I think he felt my energy shift.  He walked over right to me, looked me in the eyes for like 10 to 15 seconds.  I told him how much I missed him and he put his head down gently and then began to look me in the eyes again.  It was the most special moment I have ever had with him.  Before this, I had been giving them all energy, through my right hand, through the glass.  In the beginning, the children were very sensitive, and they started to do it too.  It was so nice to see children respect the grandeur of these amazing beings.  Once I got home, I took some time by myself to meditate on the visit.  I started to feel very strange.  It was like a tunnel through Wiccan attack.  It was best if it was me instead of them.  I just used mindfulness and healing touch to get through a pretty painful 20 minutes.  I then linked in with my Line Deputy, and he said that he did see Virgil with me.  He portals to my vicinity when he can.  He saw him come up to me, so he tunneled through Virgil to observe.  From behind he could see my very alien eyes in the back of my head.  In meditation communication, he said that it was the realest gorilla personal encounter that has ever been.  All events bring about an event, but I am sure that this was facilitated by this black biker gang I ran across yesterday at Chipotle.  They were all on their individualized Harleys.  I spoke to them for about 60 seconds, and linked them up to ED in Indy.  He is Hell's Angel's lieutenant and undercover FBI.  He was THE PREDATOR, in the jungles of Vietnam, during The War.  I am positive that these guys were FBI, as well.  The hookup will get Ed out of deep cover and they will be under for probably 4 or 5 less years on gang concerns.  They where coats with a local club, but they were definitely Hell's Angels.  Later, I put together that they were very GORILLA satanistic witchery.  They were almost alien to me.  It was a compliment that they actually spoke when I passed on the very pertinent details about their meeting with me.  Through these men, I can feel The Line Deputy approaching me.  I now believe that gorillas are actually from space and see quite differently.  They hide in plain sight and reproduce mystically.  Their presence at The Como Zoo has produced mystical birth after mystical birth, in many species.  Our eyes are how we see, but for gorillas it is how they challenge authority.  For Virgil to be tender with me, while looking me right in the eyes, one inch from my face, is a gift from him to me, saying, "I want to understand you, actually."  I now feel the same sentiment from these bikers and The Line Deputy.  It is very important to note that, after the 20 minutes of hell, I was connecting and communicating with Virgil in a new and deeper way.  It was not just telepathy, it was more of an ancient and cosmic understanding and oneness.

Wiccan Deminishing

I had a two part dream about Mark Zuckerberg last night.  That means I woke up, and it continued when I went back to bed.  It is hard to remember all of it, but I met his family, and the imagery of the house and yard as kind of like a Lord of the Rings type forest with twisting and turning trees.  The point that I really remember is that his mother really did not like me.  When I went to leave, I had a box of things, and I was pushed out and I lost everything.  It was a deeply symbolic dream, but, like I said, I have a hard time remembering it.  When I woke up, Mr. Zuckerberg came through and said that that is what he does in NYC.  He pushes people to the street without even shoes on their feet.  He said that he must really care about me because I did have shoes.  Oh well, it was just interesting.  I had an interesting dream about The Hennepin County Sheriff, too,but I cannot remember any of it.  It was positive and powerful, though.  I am pushing out the Wiccan before it gets to the boiling point.  I have been attacked twice in the last 24 hours.  First, I finally said something to my roommate about her incessant Wiccan rage humming, and she went off.  I have waited 3.5 years to say something.  Talk about the amazing self control it took to not verbalize against this more than just annoying constant action.  She does it for HOURS at a time around me.  Others would not even last a day.  It is leaking into industries around me now.  I was shaking from the tunnel through Jew community energy against me from NYC, but it wasn't that bad.  Then, I was just at the bus stop outside Columbia Heights Mcdonalds and I heard this man wrong, and thought that he asked for money, and I said I had none.  He just Wiccan flipped out.  I finally just verbalized for him to get back as the bus was approaching.    I think that this man has been attacking women at bus stops for more than a week.  He even called me a c**t.  The only reason he had power at all is because he was backed and stacked by all Wiccans (male and female), and especially violent predators even in penitentiary.  Men who practice Wiccan to this extent and most definitely gay.  Well, I believe that he was apprehended today.  A little too much piehole piehole, guy.  I was shaking a bit after he attacked, but I am okay now.

A White House Being

I sit at The Downtown Target Starbucks and there is great diversity walking through and around its midst.  I have just worked out at The YMCA and I am going through the Rolodex in my head wondering about who and what to write about.  I did watch some of the White House Press Conference, and I took the head being on the road with me.  Just to say what she actually knows, and feels, is such a luxury.  She was just kind of just monitoring my thoughts and workout counts.  I must say that the comedian from The Correspondence Dinner was picked to be brutally mean.  I mean that is a major comedy gig, who the hell is that woman anyway?  I have never heard of her.  Why didn't they pick someone FUNNY like Wanda Sikes?  Even Rosanne would have cleaned up compared to this very nasty witch.  Oh well, Wiccan, in public comedy, is illegal.  My new little being will just go at you behind the scenes with massive UMC satanism.  It will start with the vomiting, publicly, then it will go to the unbearable uterine pain.  No tampon or pad will hold back what is going to be coming out of you for the next three years.  I just say, intuitively, that when you have so many skeletons in your closet, it is not smart to start a war like this one.  Now Mr. Spicer can finally rule the day from behind the scenes.  Miss Comedian, what did you think you were doing with your hair that night?  It was so Wiccan it was diseased.  You looked ridiculous.  I brought some tunnel through help for my little friend in The White House, but everyone will stay away from you like the plague, unless they want to go at you, very derogatorily, very publicly.  Even Kathy Griffin will stay away from you.