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.