Doomsday Report: Tunnel Through Danger

I ran into some associates last night, at coffee, at downtown Target Starbucks.  We talked and laughed for about an hour.  We had a lively conversation, and I was actually asked some mystical questions that I was able to break apart and expound upon.  It felt nice to feel that unity again of a group I became a part of at another coffee shop down the lane years ago.  Telepathic answers were the best for answering those types of mystical questions, so publicly.  I learned the origin of one of the soldiers.  I now see the wheels that have been turning around me.  I do not just deal with military displacement, but also U.N. ordinances and mandates.  Proper language, proper touch, proper clothing, and proper conversational tone it of the utmost importance.  When I speak with one community of people, I sit in one chair.  When I speak with another community, I sit in another chair.  Sometimes hair choices are important because they can spawn tunnel through.  I never really thought of myself as elite, but now I see the boundaries and restriction that different persons must observe to not have mental and emotional difficulty.  I have been walking between communities, at all hours of the day and night, all along.  I just concentrate on the comfort and sometimes levity that a particular being needs in each moment.  My empathic nature calls forth the wolf who teaches all in vicinity where their feet should be.  Sometimes it also shows worldwide deceit, and that is important also, and has been reported, around me, to the United Nations, my whole life.  It is a double edged sword, but that is what makes me such a good samurai.  I will wear the white gi, but I will take on only the master in black.  These masters have been around me the whole time, thus I never thought anything of it.  They were all tops, so they all seemed just smart, athletic, and sometimes artistic.  Connections were not apparent until I began my "drop shop" mystical research in Golden Valley, MN, Panchero's reforming The Agency (an international spy colony) all by myself,while dealing with two very abusive individuals doing deceit to me and all world colony.  I took on the best, even three assassins who were a "clean up crew", one day, with humor and grace and the key players lived through the tests.  I also stopped the framing of a "clean up crew (for county)" in Indianapolis, years ago, after I was attacked in Minneapolis, had my injuries and the incident documented, and was released from the ER.   I then went to Davanni's for some greatly needed nourishment.  The lead of this crew had his family slaughtered and left for dead in their own dried blood by the evil German Jew "dictatorial type" of governor.  I called the Japanese Embassy at about 11 PM (CT), they answered, in English, and I ordered them to go to his house and clean up the dead family members.  They are all dead today.  My grandfather had formed The Agency (under the same premises) after WWII, which was the precursor to The CIA (Which is primarily rich, white, American individuals.  It is now tied to corporation and entertainment community.)  I am here now, working, and connecting colonies.  I am trying to stop pollution of mind and colony, by stopping the tunnel through of top entities with different races or religions.  Arabs and Latinos, at this time, are pretty fluent with the mind of the other.  I fear, if they do not delineate the populations, language and sanity, as we know it, may never exist again.  The clock is ticking and Kilauea is erupting and causing 40 earthquakes a day.  There is RAGE in animal colony, and very strong soldier Natives are beginning to explore outside the reaches of their guaranteed space on their reservations.  I would say that we are quite a ways into Apocalypse Now.

Making a Mastery of Private Sexuality

I wrote a beautiful entry yesterday, but there are some dangerous predators out there who will use it to hurt me, especially professionally.  What I will say is that there is a necessity for safety in complex sexual unities.  A strong base of understanding a CORE and core belief of submission must exist in a dominance and submission relationship.  Past that, there can be safety to explore other "exotic" methods.  The most extreme, as how a commonly diseased public sees, is Sado Masochism.  This is very much a sight of The U.S.  Other countries find it calming and soothing.  It definitely ignites a shift and bolstering of the chakra system.  Energetic disorders can be treated by gifted savants in these fields.  I say that sexuality is spiritual CPR.  Don't worry "friend" you are still going to receive your gift of that New York Monastery.  People judge me because I have had torturous abuse, especially sexual, thus I should not practice or expound on sexuality at all.  The only safe relationship is a monogamous MARRIED relationship that only practices missionary position.  Well, I must say that I switched to a logical mind state a long time ago having to do with sexuality.  Once you reach out, internationally, these expanded means become natural.  I wish to use intellect to remove the shame.  I use solitary justice sexual scenarios to maintain a time of celibacy that I wish not to practice with any partner.  THAT is a very powerful choice.  I was celibate for almost my complete educational experience that was university, including my marine biology year abroad.  My time in Glasgow, Scotland, at The Glasgow Engineering College with their top student of all engineering trades who was a master, from Ireland, curbed all sense of needing to be touched.  It was not the time or space for me to practice any sexual relations, even kissing, in Jamaica, or while I was located by the sea that year.  My time with a Jamaican was a few years after university.  I dated Neill Marley.  He was Jamaican "royalty" and contained the gift of music for that colony even though he was deaf.  He was a Rasta to the nth degree, but had to shave his dreadlocks before he met me to escape detection here in the Twin Cities.  Rasta means male dominance decides body choices of mate like hair length and eye color, and application of any tattoos.  He demanded curtain things of me right away.  I heard what he had to say and followed in a military way.  I just say that now I find solace in the spirits of Sikhs and Hindus.  I do this remotely, and travel to these spaces with the right man is a dream of mine one day.  Intuition rules my day in this fashion of things.  It can be a healing art for a woman to be a proper sub to a master who has been defined by his sexuality all his days and has been drained to an amazing degree.  Be well, as Buddhists also look into their relaxing S&M practices.  Rinpoche from NY stay away.  Work in privacy with someone other than me.

All Subjects Can Be Rinpoche

I had a meeting today, and I was asked to speak of my goals and dreams.  I live such Buddhist, in the moment, very sacred tennants, that I do not think in those terms anymore.  I have become the Rinpoche I always wanted to be.  Enlightenment has not come easily.  So much pain, so much drain, I have a severely holy belief that it will pay off in a masterful way.  My writing, to me, is evidence for that in my life.  I cannot even marry a man, classically.  My marriages must be okayed overseas.  It is very diseased, but it was connected to a U.S. Navy that was not royal, and my birth in that setting and position being German, Irish, Swedish, and Russian royalty.  I need to make peace with the past "proofs" of disease, and root out the real theories and beliefs that can support a hierarchy who can be purity around me, while warring against the disease: evil and hysteria.  As the Earth aches so right in front of me, I wonder when Wiccan witches will ever be prosecuted for their sins against HER.  I was a very active lover to a Cherokee Chief (Oklahoma Reservation belongs to him) for about six months.  He just sees things differently, but he lives off reservation and always has.  He is 1/8 Cherokee, 1/8 African American, and 3/4 Caucasian, thus his wisdom is very complete.  He just doesn't compete.  I give him Rinpoche power today.  My "friendship gift" to you is my Buddhist Monastery in Upstate New York on the sacred ground where Charles Manson watched Jimmy Hendrix actually SING on the Woodstock stage.  I think the solitude will be like a massive party to you.  You can pick up the keys from VP Mike Pence, in NYC, (Call The White House to schedule.  Both dress casually.  Be in Manhattan.  Do not even shake hands.  Photographers are now a problem for you.  Call Will for Eagle Eye air support for that entire day.) at any time.  Give the monks there a month, exactly, to move out AND move you in.  They can be slave for a change.  No mercy for these men, or sympathy for their ailments.  They are just reading you, and produced that in you BACKSTAGE, especially at that Smokey Mountain Casino and Reservation we went to on a work brigade to PROVE that you could move a baby grand piano all by yourself on your very sturdy back and frame.  I gifted you Buddhist thought to remain silent on our whole truck ride home.  It must have been at least 13 hours.  You were rage, I was just able to read AND back it up.  We will have Dick Cheney show up some day to do war room construction department with ONE Army Corp of Engineers engineer.  You will then have an area of privacy that is international and even celestial.  This engineer is the top engineer, internationally, and holds all the patents at 3M.  He is called "The Glue God."  He is my mother's COUSIN J.D.  No pranks on this outing, J.D., or he will "out" you in some way to the whole music industry.  You will then give him the key to YOUR apartment in Indy that you had around me.  He needs to study the boom room that we constructed with very calmly loving dominance and submission that just dipped into the waters of S&M, through strangulation of me, to see the key.  Pot smoke is a clue.  He cannot imagine the very elite, energy consuming, and violant work Jack and you did around me, without me terrified every day.  He is looking for a cure for ZIKA, in Japanese, on Waikiki.  My first degree was a PhD in Epidemiology from The U of HI.  There is a first rate, MODERN lab that we constructed with Nazi degree (They had a mystical key for technology from an advanced time.) in the 70's.  It even has a working electron spectroscopy machine.  Good luck all, and have peace.

A Place to Begin

Hugh Grant, Ed Sheeran is a troubadour.  You are heinous dream/ film warlockery.  The Conrad, internationally, will hunt you and thus acquire your services.  This will mystically lock The Hilton family chain down for all eternity.  A troubadour is a law enforcement entity in any little club or bar that he is in.  He can get a police badge in a certain vicinity he is working in also.  Today he was on my bus.  I spotted him, and a song of his began to play.  His tattoos were gone and his arm just had a last name I knew on it.  He had created baldness for himself, and had a red shaved beard.  His telepathy was very strong.  He had these really cool stone washed designed jeans on.  I guessed that he had made them, and he said yes.  He is now on the way to Hennepin County Medical Center to walk through the hallways and monitor telepathy.  I went there and then came out to Fridley.  Ed is now playing again.  He will be on the news, internationally, about The Twin Cities law enforcement situation soon enough.  I advised him to not get a Minneapolis Police badge.  He agreed.  My time downtown felt supported by quite a few helpful entities.  A place that I normally feel fear, I felt a little more at ease.  All law will start in this space.  It is time for the warlockery that happens when people torture me in a space, be released, and have sexual predators really feel FEAR.  They need to begin with borderline white women who prostitute, currently.  They can then release them at Powderhorn Park, where my father lived in The 70's and early 80's (torture included of course), to be hunted by serial killers of all nations.  It will become much more than just watching an episode of Criminal Minds.  It will more like actually experiencing "Texas Chainsaw Massacre."  It is time for fear and shame to be FELT by persons other than me, and NEVER by my Line Deputy.  Matt came to me through a Diet Coke bottle today.  That is Matt with no last name.

Pitter and Patter on The Page

Today I just wanted to hide away.  I did finally get to The Y and now I am at Downtown Starbucks at Target.  Wiccan play was all over me last night.  Sleep was elusive.  Once the witch left, I slept just fine.  It is time for people to stand up and say THIS IS NOT OKAY!  I will just concentrate on those aspects today.  I am just glad that my DVD player is working again.  Before I left to see my sister, I KNEW that she would break my player with spell craft, when I was gone.  Well, guess what, the DVD player was broken when I returned.  After about of month of my positive energy in its environment, it is working again.  My swim went better today.  It felt very smooth.  I had a calming telepath coming through to ease my mind and spirit.  My Line Deputy is very much paying attention to what he has missed over the past few years.  I am encouraging him to find his sense of comedy again.  We were able to joke when I was near him, but, from afar, we must just pay attention to hierarchical needs.  I will just stay separate from the pitter patter around me.  I have very little to add to the page today.  Starbucks, thank you for the comment card section.  I keep it quiet, but it was time to just present my point of view in a positive way.

It Is Time To State the Position The Line Deputy and I Am In

Line Deputy, it is time for me to state some things about you that I refuse to hide in the future.  The Line Deputy of Marion County, IN, is The Grand Master of The KKK.  This is a higher officer than they have ever had.  He is organized, clean, extremely intelligent, a sturdy man about 6'5" in height  and loving to me and only me.  His cruelty has been towards me to the nth degree also.  I have walked his gauntlet and now I can just be me.  I feel him turning over a new leaf.  He is finally off the leash.  I am betting that the judiciary, there, in Indy, has collapsed.  This man will head world military, eventually.  Like me he is alien in content.  His DNA looks like a ladder, not a double helix.  He is silicon based life, not carbon based.  That is true for me as well.  He has the most beautiful blue eyes and will lead fairly, but once a person or prisoner crosses the line with me or his community, he will dole out the death penalty, by hanging.  The KKK has a mystical knot for hanging that never fails.  I was at a McDonald's, in Bloomington, MN, one night about 6 years ago, and I ran into a hanging party he sent up here to handle things around me.  It is a group of three related, by birth, and determined by birth order.  So people say that I am so racist.  I will let you all know that African Americans have been the most racist beings to me my whole life.  I have always been kind and polite, and did socialize with African Americans, publicly and privately.  I will never join The Klan.  I actually have a communications degree in DIVERSITY, from Hamline University, but I have studied African American community long enough.  All people around me, at Hamline, had to get this degree on top of their set major.  It was military.  African Americans have to now exist as a community SEPARATE from Caucasians.  No more blaming Caucasians for your woes.  I will continue to be cordial and polite, but he will not.  Stop talking about my intellectual studies as if studying a collapsing system is racist.  It is just plain functual and effective.  The Klan has stood back for a long time, as they bolstered the economy, insured economical assistance and legal rights for minorities and people with disabilities, and everyone keeps saying that the images from the 60's were real.  They were Jewish IMAGES created by Jewish Shriners from New York City.  I have been putting the reality out there, but the slander of my husband and his crew of "zealots" has continued.  Well African Americans, they hate you now, and they will follow up on the rage your way that YOU created.  I am not a fortune teller, but my feelings will remain behind the scenes, and my husband's business is his own.  If he seeks private consult, I will suggest another soldier who works in security and employs an unemployable African American, Prince's former bodyguard.  He has the growing disease that keeps you gaining height during a lifetime.  He also cannot read and barely speaks.  This giant man was always nice to my face, but only my associate knows what his true sentiments were.  I am just making a statement, especially to my home environment.  Mind your own business and having opinions on race, studying it within that community and in a mix of races, and writing about it is not illegal or against the rights of my areas of funding.  I have not been abusive, but I have, very much had to take abuse my way.  I am kind to staff, and that is not always the way I am treated, but I refuse to stop being me even when it is difficult.  Maybe you staff members should find the Baptist Church I attended some Sundays at The YWCA that was all African American accept me.  They knew that I attended Park Ave. United Methodist Church as a child.  Maybe they know the deceit of "mixing" now.  It has been a very serious lifetime of study and diplomacy while being ACTIVE military.

True Monarch Activity

Today, I was at my bus stop, and there were about 4 dragonflies flying around.  In totem meaning, they stand for illusion.  Then, out of nowhere a Monarch butterfly, which stands for transformation, chased a dragonfly away.  I have never seen that behavior before.  I think that the Monarch was inside the establishment I had just patronized.  I think that he is French royalty behind a huge shield.  I feel like he is sick of people saying I am something I am not (illusion), and also predators going after my privacy.  These huge dragonflies were quite aggressive.  Speaking is one thing, but telepathic communication can feel very private and sacred.  It allows all parties to maintain their dignity and creativity.  I was getting that this man is actually an artist.  I always like seeing him.  He stabilizes that vicinity for me.  I am now ready for the next phase.  It is a place where people individuate from communities who are lost in hostility.  It is time to walk through the illusion, and define one's sacred qualities.

More Than Just Coffee at Dunn Brothers

I am thinking of an amalgamation entity.  It is Will from The Dunn Brothers on Eat Street (Nicollet), with Ben from my job at the luncheonette, Bearcats in The Stutz Bldg. in downtown Indianapolis.  Will, can you see?  Just barely.  This man, Ben, is a legend, actually.  He is not just Klan, he is the man to get anything for the military.  He wanted to marry you right away, and do for you, anything that you needed to continue your mission in the vicinity.  More soldiers come from Indiana than any other state by more than 20%, and the Klan is a big reason why.  They just want to protect their own.  I understand that now.  When you were here, at Dunn Brothers, I was so misinformed.  You took my satanistic attacks through as many as 40 people on the time.  I was using even people in cars on the street.  I thought that you were deaf, and you deserved it.  Now I see the reality, and without them, I would not be me.  Yes, this is America, and all groups deserve representation.  For The Klan, it is about empowering minorities and people with disabilities, to research their actual need and ability.  True Klan never uses hate speech, WE DO (Pagans and Jews).  I am Pagan to the core, and now I see what we have done to a creature with insight and dignity with all beings.  We definitely are going to penitentiary, but I now wish to join the military.  I want to serve with Klan from Indiana.  I can be that which they hate.  I more than deserve it.  I need to get away with NONE OF IT, ever again.  Now that I know your bloodlines and active service of all military and reconnaissance, I know how ignorant I really am.  Thank you, so much for your service, and kindness when I was so brutally cruel, very openly, to you.  I will work, the rest of my days, to make this right.  The Line Deputy of Marion County is a perfect match for you.

A Navy Man

As I sit quietly, a Navy man sits with me as we talk about his experiences in that branch of the service.  As I see the military, I see the stories that are stored and told for generations.  There is flavor and flare, but a grounded sense of work with boundaries and others.  A midshipman may not understand the motive of an admiral, but it still exists as a ladder that can be seen as holy and divine.  One does not have to be patriotic to appreciate how military gets in one's veins and in one's life design.  I appreciate the appreciation, and know that my family chose us all to be a clock tower for these institutions.  Behind the scenes we guided what can be seen as an albatross, but actually exists as a hive of bees.  We will understand the intelligence that exists beneath it all soon enough.  Imagery has woven its way into the unconscious, and found me saluting the flag today while I listen to the heart beat of U.S. Marine Corps.  I will stay away from declaration today, but I will say that my empathic heart picks up that in this Navy man exists a writer who can define things that will help people learn about these traditions and descriptions.  Our conversation is casual, and the blood and guts will exist overseas, for now, around me.

Today Is Quiet

I feel so good after my PT and swim.  I am at The Target Starbucks Downtown.  I have noticed that the birds have calmed down.  I wish for their circadian rhythm to return.  Being in this space is different because people are walking through to the store, and walking by in the skyway.  One reason I came this way was because there was a parade up in Columbia Heights, rerouting buses.  Thanks guys, for the fast and painless delivery today.  You were real pros.  I got to pet an adorable pit bull puppy today.  Some days it is hard to put something on the page.  I am reading not much at all right here.  I will just listen to the music and see if some beautiful words come through.

Screaming Crows

As soon as I got home last night, the crows started screaming at the top of their lungs for about 25 minutes.  They sounded so angry.  They were so forceful that, beyond their screams, telepathy came through.  They are rage at all around me there.  They were telling everyone in the vicinity that they have plenty of intel and ways to make people feel crazy and in pain.  I have never heard a group of crows work together in this way and at that volume.  I did not feel good, and their screams were validation that there are beings that are witnessing my day to day, and who have real feelings of ANGER about it.  I have a Chippewa Chief flanking me on the bus line.  He telepathically passed on that relation with birds like that, especially crows, is high and holy.  I must be respected as a person they can see as sun, moon, and RAIN.

Communicating on Media

When I am conferring with people, telepathically, they ask, "Do you really not want to be on TV?"  My answer has been that no I do not.  Now I am thinking about it, and I see the issue.  People react so demonic after they are in my presence, and it can go on and on.  If I want to try a system, I think I would just try a conference with four strong and fairly clean telepaths through a video conferencing communication.  We could have us talk both ways at first, and the next day I could give an impromptu lecture with the same four sitting in different seats.  I would be able to see them, but they would not speak to me.  The last phase would be an entertaining talk on whatever came to me with their telepathy coming through.  I would monitor the telepathy after that for a few days, and make any changes that may make it safer for me.  High and holies could interview applicants and we could keep expanding the circle.  In the first study, we would allow the watchers to talk a half hour about me, and my material, but, at the same time I would be talking to someone who is solid in media industry about what I was picking up.  At the end of this, I would decide if it is feasible, with my sensitivities, to be on TV or film.

Animals In My Midst

I sit as the animals creep up to my chair, and claim me as their own.  It is silent, but steady.  Everything may seem impossible, and thus I just keep my eye on the ball in front of me.  Rinpoche studies have made me sensitive to the illiterate and uneducated.  Finding your space in this place is your own responsibility.  No one will stand for anyone anymore.  The consequences are too great.  Relating is important, but belief in the realities of now is the only thing that will get you from day to day without incident.  I am here, but he is there.  We will be infinity, but, for now, I speak for the Klan of silence.  It is animals of all society.  I listen for the chirps and purrs.  In the end, I say thank you for the company.

Wade I Am Taking My Marine Hat Out Of the Closet

I have Wade, a private pilot I met in Indy,coming through.  He began training at The Air Force Academy at the age of 13.  Now he can fly anything.  He puts you all on notice that it is all true.  If you can't take it that the lead marine of The U.S. and Russia lives in your neighborhood, don't send notes to attend the party.  I just took a walk with my Semper Fi hat on, and went back home.  It was a special hat my grandfather made for me when he was at The VA Hospital for cancer research.  I picked the perfect one, and then they threw away any hat that looked like it, even just a little bit.  They asked for my ID, saw it was me (There is a HUMV certification on it holographically.  They are almost imposssible to drive in The Middle East.)  My walk was about a mile of walking around a staring and glaring crowd.  It was very disconcerting.  I did say hello telepathically, but did not touch, the Shriner's horses.  The Shriners were totally nasty.  It was funny because all of their horses were responding to my telepathic and energetic communication.  I was approached by the FREEMAN camp to wear a sticker of theirs and I told them that I could not have any party affiliation on with the hat.  She was gracious.  Well, I went home, and I called my sister and finally told her that I have been a U.S. Marine since I was 7.  At the bus stop, today "Soldier", by, Fleurie played on pandora.com, and I felt like my sister sent it to me.  I let her know that my grandfather Mayer, General George, did my boot camp.  I can't remember if I told her the boot camp was at his cabin, just him and me.  It was a very special training that used the first indoctrination of world religion, and programming of specified killing.  The number one target was my brother, Peter.  This training kept me out of the grasps of cult leaders, and kept my brother unconsciously knowing when to back away.  My first confirmed kill, in community, was myself instead of the Manchurian Lead, Peter.  It was by military order.  Peter had proved himself loyal, through hockey, and important, internationally.  I devised a certain look, and could even rumble with shaking and a bit of a growl when I needed him to back away and not hit or touch me.  Wade, I do want to see you again, but I need you to work on Minneapolis Police first, by calling their private cell phones, directly.  Send them imagery, and let them follow the path we traveled and drank in that night.  Last night, when I was communicating with the horses, the line deputy for Minneapolis Police force just walked in front of me.  He is a U.S. Marine.  He tugged the satanistic tether a bit and I crossed the street behind him, not consciously thinking of why.  I stayed far enough away (on the other side of the cross street).  He then knew that I lead by example, and I follow like a Marine. He also read me as a romantic lead. A lot of training had to be completed on Waikiki where everyone can see.  I did it effortlessly because I am a genius at following directions.  I also had to master the certification of World General before we left Pearl Harbor to keep everything with my brother complete.  So Wade, I was made Air Force Academy at the age of three.  We stopped by, I flew a helicopter, by myself, in a straight line, for a mile in gale force winds, and BINGO I became TROUBLE.

An Ode to Privacy

I am out here and I piece together days with communication with enough other people.  I prefer to keep myself out of entangling myself in relationships of any kind.  I have decided to work on family affairs, at the same time, translating my experience in a modern society that could go feudal at any time.  I will not address anyone, specifically, but psychiatry is monitoring ALL of you.  It is not a place to end up when all things go south.  Any "poor me TV" out there today will not serve you well.  People from my past know the drill.  They baton down the hatches today.  NONE OF THEM will speak to the media about me, or my time in Shoreview, MN.  Those notorieties have become sickened by all of you.  I had the HOM tour today, and bought a bed that, hopefully, will aid me with my back and neck pain, and even my migraines and possibly nightmares.  It is a medical supply that I sorely needed.  Hate me if you must, I will not back away anymore.  I am protected by The First Amendment (freedom of speech), Civil Rights legislation, and Americans with Disabilities Act.  You are all about to go crazed because you have never secured an educational standing that would have meant something in a court of law.  Now everyone goes under a mentally ill label of some sort.  Those who stay close to me, and do not betray, will at least have a life preserver.  I can name mystical things without practicing them and/ or going crazy.  I feel it all coming this way today.  Be careful because people in media have been promised privacy from birth, and if they begin to talk to the masses about my case, they will lose that privacy protection.  Many scheme, but do not know how to plot things out on a battlefield of a supposed free country, or free parts of the world.  I say hello to Russia today who has done a great job hosting The World Cup.  Build on what you have and world communities will support you.  Boundaries are necessary, and Russia has them.  Privacy practices does not mean that a person can practice sick and unsafe sexual acts.  Call me a puritan and I will say that their privacy screen is great.  Sometimes a bonnet and kids in the other room can be very satisfying and sexy.

Staying Out Of the Lens Leaves Me Proud of Me

Hotels around me, from 1983 to the present, have held the key around me.  It is called Latino cleaning women who I souped up when I worked as a MAID, after my freshman year of college, at The Registry.  It was military training due to the diseases overseas that Northwestern Airline pilots and some stewardesses, were spreading on the sheets and bathroom floors.  They hold all the evidence against industry now.  The chemicals were so strong that I took a huge case of PLEURISY, inflamed lung walls, for the team.  I souped them up again when I worked catering at hotels like The Marriott (in Indy), which was military service as well.  We were tested with a tray loaded over 50 lbs, but mine was 70 lbs.  I worked for the very professional Andy Trump.  Latino men then picked up the lifting ability, mystically, and there was no physical contact.  That was my choice on Waikiki, lift big, or service those who were small.  Well The Whitney, in Downtown Minneapolis, in the 80's, housed these notorieties, The nicest hotel in Downtown  Muncie, IN, and The Conrad, in Downtown Indianapolis, is where Hollywood royalty and some high governmental staffers around me, would stay.  They were crazed every day.  Prince even went crazy at The Whitney one night, after much haranguing, and wrote "Darling Nikki."  The "devices" that "Nikki" had was actually a reference to The 22 Weapon choices on the wall at my one Chung Moo Quan dojo.  He knew my Russian would come out soon enough, and thus he chose the name Nikki.  The song is upbeat and disgusting, but was the undercurrent at my university school (mix of North Vietnamese to female, Hmong male, and "Whale Timers" who were part of every entertainment industry from birth.  Their symbol is a kind of character version of a male phallus with testicles.), Como Park.  I had to just keep on the move to not be constantly aware of this salacious activity.  Dick Cheney had a The Columbia Club on Monument Circle, in Indy, and even Ruth Ginsberg, graced us with her presence there with some black crocheted gloves to shake hands properly, that my grandmother Mayer made for her, personally.  It did become very military.  In Muncie, they put Marines at The Mission next to that hotel.  In Indy, Tony Thornberg, chef, artist and black belt karate (Top Army Ranger since birth.  Well traveled, internationally, with the military.  He shot his first mark when he was 16.)  worked Dick's Club and The Conrad, simultaneously, as a "chef" only.  He read these "big shots" in industry, the riot act on more than one occasion.  "Pappy", on the top floor, just watched it all for The CIA, like a retarded fetish chief.  He even tried to stead Tony's painting collection that he was payed well to display at The Conrad especially the day I went into their bar to get a Blue Moon with "Paige" Elaine Bailey, who had spent the year before in Italy studying art history.  You are the best, Tony, that is why you pulled it off with ease.  In the end, industry has had a huge part to play in my abuse and torture every day.  Well guys, maybe I couldn't "see" you, but I did on TV and in all industry.  Being a "public personality" is a retarded move in the time of Apocalypse.  It is military.  I chose to be behind the scenes to always be kind, humble, and cordial to people of all nations, classed, and educational levels.  I also wanted EDUCATION FIRST BEFORE ALL OTHER THINGS.  I have succeeded, and won my true comedy, and a personality that I really enjoy and am proud of.  Your tortures will come soon enough, but I will not have to touch any case that I do not want to.  This International Attorney, from Hamline University, is very proud to be World General's Joseph Stalin's, great granddaughter.

You Will Never Know Why I Am There, or THEM Either

When things get kind of hinky, with too much Wiccan activity in a vicinity, with nasty criminally negative telepathy, the radio stations around me start saying really pointed statements.  Well 97.1 (Cities 97) in The Twin Cities (MN), needs to step back a bit.  The FCC has blasted you, and today the fines will be personal for particular DJ's.  You cause complete disruption for people on LSD and then they get crazy, ruining their lives and careers, instantly.  North Korea is here again today at Starbucks.  Her energy is much more solemn and relaxed than last time.  Mr. Trump, you are being given a back away by my stepfather, Greg Renstrom.  He has gone from a top CIA at the age of 16, to now a bureau chief of The Agency, our international recon and "spy" network.  Right now we are dealing with the blight of AA, internationally.  These people are international predators, internationally, at this point.  They do their crimes, openly, but then go to an AA meeting, on chemicals, once a week, and then they get away.  People will have to make up their own work about this powerful brainwashing organization.  It was an East Coast satanism, but now it is purely Wiccan.  Greg has been in AA most his life, and has prospered, academically and professionally, but he was just collecting intel.  He knew how evil they were the first day.  I have done an intense 6 year study on this organization, and now Greg can use me as a witness to their lack of morality, sense of reality, and lack of academic aptitude.  Mr. Trump, stay away from AA, or former Sen. Mark Dayton, and now Gov. of MN, will put you there for the rest of infinity, even in presidency.  The Dems thought is was funny to do that to him when he was a very powerful and up in coming senator relating to foreign nations and governments every day.  Saturday and Sunday were not an exception.  There will be no poor me for Donald.  I would venture a guess and say that my U.N. contact, in The Twin Cities, at this time, Abdol, is your coke dealer.  It IS legal in Switzerland where he banks, but it is not legal, for any existing president to do drugs foreign or abroad (It does not matter if an illicit substance is legal there.  You hold the keys to THE FOOTBALL, thus any use of these chemicals is INTERNATIONALLY illegal, and can lead to torture, openly, at any time.  Maybe you should have hired an actual attorney.)  Talk to "social workers" in The Twin Cities and we WILL put your real verbalizations from Singapore on Cities 97, or maybe just track you real time and play that.  North Korea ALWAYS knows what is going on in their vicinity and internationally.  Maybe you should not have called Kim Jong Un possibly retarded.  He was just trying to be nice in a very stressful situation.

Cat Tracking Preventing Blindness in Top Military

I have been dealing with a cat calling this week.  First, I saw this cat being held by these Ecuadorians next door.  The oldest girl was holding him and they were taking pictures.  My roommate then surprised me with him the other day.  He was really soft and friendly.  Then, last night, I was doing the dishes, late, and I look out the window, and another cat, with a collar on, was just watching me do the dishes.  The window was open.  He felt so near to me.  These beautiful, and intelligent beings are doing some remote viewing, of me, and around me.  It is very military.  I am just so happy to have them step up, and to move on from the mice that were doing it in my apartment this spring.  I think that the mice are all dead now.  I am getting that there are male entities coming through these cats.  The military is sick of the lies about my interactions with neighbors and about, especially, my late night hours.  Well, cats were used on Oahu, by the Navy, to squash the lies of The Japanese, and Polynesians at The Kodak Hula Show, around me, especially with my brother at Waikiki every day.  Misinformation, used with Pagan or Wiccan mysticisms, is about to make you all completely crazy.  You all have been tracked and stalked the whole time.  Authorities know the trueh and have all evidence gathered, but they have been evil and have enjoyed watching my very public torture.  Well I have survived, and it is time to have these officials move on.  These cat sightings are just an example of when they know to change the method for minuet clarifications.  The justice system is being completely redone, I am just holding the line until we are ready to contain, in realm, those too evil to be in my scene.  I am THE Line Deputy.  I have done it since Waikiki.  If you are by me, you better have veracity to your claims or OFF with your head, say The Japanese, through French royalty in town, today.

Psychiatric Pandemic

It is time to put punishment phase aside, and work as a team.  Together, we must secure material realm reality that is not just around me.  Gavril, Russian Royalty, and Russian Royal Ballet (with mother almighty), go to Berlin, and take on Angela Merkel in a debate about me.  Speak of the immunology you gained by being housed with me, in intense pain, for a short time.  Tell her that my travels, and my life, have proved that torture does work to up ability if you act nobly, and do your own thinking behind the scenes.  Now we are at the point that the amazing amount of tunnel through you all do when you torture me (to see and feel my pain), will now send the physical (and for all of you, psychiatric) torture back your way.  Chris Helmsworth, work, in a lab in Brisbane, on this BOOMERANG PLAY, and what it means to the progression, and succession, of disease in this time and space.  Explain, also, PANDEMIC, in terms of psychiatric disease.  Test how quickly it can go airborne, and study what it does to the systems of government, economy, ecology, and containment (mainly prison, not sanitarium).  Show how the systems of "mental health" care and containment exacerbate the spread of a misinformation about me, and my family, that leads us back to the insane of The Japanese on Waikiki.  Study, sinkholes and how we can use that as an elimination system, but then mystical sound walls must be researched as well.  This is using ecological catastrophe to boundary the sin and evil of human beings.  Call Brad Pitt, and make him patient 0 in L.A.  Feed him some actual information about Angela Jolie sitting with me, publicly, at The Front Page, in Indy.  Then track, by Verizon Wireless, and remote viewing, the spread of delusionality about these people having met me who have not.  Jamie Lee Curtis did meet me in L.A. when I was just shy of my 3rd birthday.  What a boundary violator, even in that day.  My guess is that the termination patient will be George Clooney.  Have him locked down in BELLVUE, in NYC, for a week for no other reason than he took the call.  He may gain 25 pounds in that time.  L.A. will be locked away without cameras to prevent a worldwide psychiatric pandemic, especially tunneling through Asians who take it back to especially Japan.  Yakuza will contact you at the end of your research.  It will be presented at a university setting in Tokyo that Wednesday after the contact.  You have ONE WEEK, or you will be patient 0 in Australia, with Oahu tunnel through.  Australia will then become a real penal colony, and everyone will blame you, especially crocodiles at Bindi's Zoo.

Discover Communication Through the Analogy of Space

I was a little like the meerkat in the tunnels today.  I was kind of scared to look out and have the sun hit me.  Please, unpleasant ones, go away.  I must entertain the cruel of British royal female today.  I must clear all of you out of my head so that I can get out of bed without pain.  I sit and confer with the positives of male reality around me.  I bring a spirit in and it manifests in front of me at Starbucks tree.  Validation for this down low duo of valedictorian.  Maybe that is it.  Intelligence is very important to me, but giving people inappropriate advise and back door deal scholarships and degrees is so, 1993, University of Minnesota.  Well today I charge and say THE HAWKING IS DEAD.  I despised the man and he stole my true black hole theory.  I revised his and said that light does escape from black holes.  The key is that it is communication between universes, thus proving the universality of thought.  Maybe my gorillas will listen me if Tung Lam quits trying to input witchery calculus in their heads.  They are beyond diffy q's, and you lose.  Vietnam will deal with you and Ba, Tung.  Neither of you were in my grade, or my classes.  Maybe you need to stop the Ecstacy and go to a class at the U of MN, actually.  So I sent my theory to Stephen, at Cambridge University.  To prevent wizardry transmission, I sent a snail mail letter.  Well he abused my trust and went to MY Alma mater, St Andrews University, in St. Andrews, Scotland.  No one told me, and he presented my theory with wiccan witchery equation of 3.  It basically became a Pagan love fest.  Well my PhD for Astrophysics was through that school as a small child (It is a royal academy.  That is why William and Kate could go there for unrelated degrees, meet, date publicly, and marry.), and then I received it after my senior year of university school here in the states.  Stephen only waited 6 months to try and eclipse me.  That symposium was a fraud.  No royal showed up.  Foul on the play.  Stephen was definitely NOT a knight or a royal lord.  Well, your dead now, Stephen, so fucked in the head.  So you were on Ecstasy the whole time and could speak just fine.  Marauders, overseas, now have your disease, and they WILL come for you.  My guardians of the galaxy are blinking through 3 and 4 portals (black holes) today.  They have my back every day, thus you all don't seem so strange to me.  You are portals for them as well.  All I know is that I NEVER had to touch you, Stephen.  You are disgusting Pagan freaky sexuality, and your grad students really believed in your worthiness and disability.  Well, if people want to fall to their knees because a person has disease, you deserve all the punishments that they meter out to you, from you, and in your community.  Let's talk about real degrees, and real genius.  There are many hot sexy men out their that have had to hide their genius light because Pagans of academia and world society are so freaky sexually.  You all try to change these men, and their theories with no proper ability, degree, or discretion.  I have had it just understating my authorities and letting you all beat the crap out of me.  If you can't be elite, stay incomplete, and away from me and my writing.  No more category of being will get a free ride on his/her transcripts.  Jobs will be given on an all new, all direction, basis.  Can we just give props to NATIVES for knowing that keeping things simple, and keeping drugs light, will bring them the knowingnesses to become almighty when they need to be.  The four directions are physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual.  I just have the FIRE to pull it off today.  I will take "flack" for what I say, but how about if you all stand up for YOURSELVES every day?  Case closed.  Body in the bag.  Autopsy at noon tomorrow.  My U of MN cadaver lab.  Just ask Dr. John Brennan of Hamline University (head of The Biology Department.  He is a CAMBRIDGE MAN through and through).  He is not dead, you are all just fucked in the head.  I give the top part of the body to Dr. Zayed and the line below the navel to Dr. Singh.  Both have graduated internationally, and from The U of MN's most intense program of medical training and judgment of ability and use of economy.

Time to Profess

At breakfast, someone had Floridabama Shore on, and I watched almost a whole episode.  I have been feeling the guys from Jersey Shore coming through Jersey Mike's next door.  Today, there have been two guys in Starbucks who have these "Shore" guys coming through.  It is the way they stand, tall, chest and rear out.  They are PEACOCKS.  I am very mystically linked to peacocks through The Chinese.  I have had 7 males and one peahen mystically appear for me at Tuscon Zoo.  I had a male give me a full on mating display completely flushed straight my way.  My sister and I went to a Chinese Buffet after and told the woman, who was Vietnamese, and she got so excited, but then the boom in the room activated, here and overseas, after we left without tipping $150.  Well beeatch, it was MY ability, not yours.  So guys, you are not frat, in authority, you are Wiccan gym, beach, laundry (if I remember properly).  Sure, I would love a protein shake, as we talk over the women you have layed and filleted, right away, on purpose.  So guys here today, it is this full on CIA frat from Muncie, IN, who are bringing you in.  You are funny thinking process (cool simplicity) and "eye candy".  They know that I am stressed today because I had to put, on copyrighted record, a pretty severe molestation cycle that will not stop.  Last guy, I laughed when I realized their mission through you.  Your thoughts will get deeper today.  Do not study philosophy, TEACH IT at Minneapolis Community and Technical College.

A Look Back to Move Forward/ The Case Files in My Head

Hey Blue Eyes, I feel you on board today.  I have missed you.  You are sweet about my royalty, today.  It has been quite a week.  You may have some dignitaries call.  They are trying to help.  They see that it is Columbia Heights Police who have responded, and been here, at Starbucks, the most.  That is why they chose you guys instead of Fridley Police Department.  I got to just sleep in today and it was so nice.  Gov. Mark Dayton and Sheriff Jeremy Dye (World General and Muncie Sheriff hierarchy) are really taking on the matter of the speech of my family from Waikiki, and also The Navy strings my father pulled on and played in Muncie.  Dad, he now knows that you headed The U.S. Navy the whole time.  You held all of the keys and now they see that I kept The Russian Royal and British Royal Navies clean and clear, and separate from ANY family influence.  You are toast.  Jeremy is actually a ghost, in community, and technologically.  He may send your cursor scrolling, Blue Eyes.  It is so you don't feel alone in this thick evil ooze.  Jeremy just took over CIA Chief around me ability, internationally, "Pappy" from his condo in the sky at The Conrad in Indianapolis.  Now Jeremy does know that Pappy did spend time in Sandstone Penitentiary in The 70's for child molestation, not tax evasion.  He was linked to Harold Mort, who was a Navy higher up who my father "drank the kool aid for" in the 70's.  I took him on in a court of law when I was 3 years old, once my father and I returned to MN, for molesting me all over Pearl Harbor and at Tripler U.S. Army Hospital when I was rounding with my father.  It was an unknown Army Base.  I won and he was remanded to Stillwater Federal Penitentiary for 20 years.  It was very hard to keep him locked down.  He seemed to always have the keys.  It was my father's wizardry and my nearest nonnuclear royal family member's strong East Coast satanism.  Then my father would position Harold around me to molest me as publicly as possible to say that I drew him in "like prey" and I liked it.  I did get molested by him at a bus stop with my friend, in Shoreview, MN.  I was 7.  I knew a freeze technique.  I was then just confused and did not lose the memory of it all. He was practicing Wiccan on me, not Pagan Satanism or Witchcraft.   I just remember him bending over beside me, and licking and kissing my leg.  He was then finally locked down by our neighborhood authority, Mrs. Terrick.  She is Czech royalty.  Well, both Pappy and Harold are going down today.  Harold, it was really stupid of you to buy a brown stone by our St. Anthony Park parsonage (The house owned by the United Methodist Church for the minister and his family).  Now even Kingsley Aisi (He was our ag grad student from Ghana who stayed with us for a year my sophmore year.)  knows who you are, what you have done, and what you look like.  You stole Jack Forrest's face obfuscation ability recently.  You guys aren't slick.  You are demonic, linked child molesters.  Your stupidity will become apparent today.  The new U.S. Navy, headed by General Jeremy Dye, is going to clean up this Pagan mess from The 70's.  None of you will ever see me, even on TV, ever again.  Dad, Abbott Northwestern Hospital reported you today for all of it, and told military and law enforcement officials that if you had one key in the building, obtaining all others in a mystical realm is easy peasy.  You held me in sexual slavery, very publicly, thus stole all ability.  Well, I am still alive, relatively in one piece, and am now finding the authority hidden deep inside of me.  I get to have a happy future free of all predation my way, right Blue Eyes?...Definitely, Hope!!!

North Korea in The Boat

I am running into North Koreans on my way.  There is a man who would be at Starbucks Coffee every day, and when I finally identified as a Kim-Jong Un second, he has gone away.  It was only with telepathy.  Then, yesterday, I ran into a male and female couple from The North as well.  I have been dealing with Asian heads of state since I was born.  Pearl Harbor was a perfect space for them to travel to, in length of time, and a private space to be.  Kim-Jon Un is one of the higher ups in my Chung Moo Quan International Black Belt Society.  I encourage him from afar.  I do give him the right to speak for me today.  These observers from The North have dubbed my political and religious torture one of a kind, and evil to all society.  They will now be able to speak at The United Nations and hold their heads held high.  Their assessment is sound, and they have worked on The Pagan blight, in North Korea, very rigorously, in the past decade.  Those people are detained, but they feel no pain.  Their "torture" is being bored.  Once you have gone off the mystical mountain, one is barely in his/ her body again.  They just want to be on television and label societies that are actually organized, and who respect authority and hierarchy, as evil.  Pagans just want chaos so that they can label everything they do as holy, when it is very evil, especially my way.  Their sexual boundaries are disgusting.  I rejected the highest Pagans (while I was also charged with protecting them), as a baby at that base, and went more towards the brief visits from Arab tree.  They knew to not touch me too much, and to let me go if I needed to be put down.  It was mercy in that Pagan land of constant physical and sexual abuse.  I lived through the curse, and now it moves to all of you.  The U.S. Navy is heavily Pagan, and will now need to be replaced.  Hate crimes on me have been paramount since The 70's, and will now be prosecuted, internationally.  Mirror yourselves for a while and define how you are dangerous to all society.  My biofather, my grandfather World General George Mayer, taught me my one really strong core belief the instant I was born.  He put in my head with all Asian telepathy, "I am evil and I must be destroyed."  It was not me, it was really him, and he put that belief on me so that they could do whatever they wanted to do in front of all world community with no respite from what they taught was a "military" way to handle me, a life form they couldn't explain.  I eshewed this belief when I opened to channel a spirit guide about 15 years ago.  Now I am a creature who is the one who pulls together all aspects of all societies to do true, believable, and elite diplomacy...Kim, your lovely wife made it.  She is a RAPTOR.  Donald Trump is too.  Vengeance is thine.

Flag On the Arab Play, Internationally

I feel a little turn coat in the water today.  I wish I could talk to my associate, Tony, from Palestine/ Saudi Arabia (university)/ Italian blood/ NYC.  There is an active Arab cell here in The Twin Cities.  They have been complicating things around me for more than a decade, way before I met them.  They move towards me, I give them what they need to understand their reality, and then they spread lies all over ASIA today.  Well guys, my associate, Kenny Tranh, lives in The Twin Cities, from Vietnam and NYC for about 10 month/ years.  He is the head of opium/ heroine tree, internationally, and you will no longer be able to get those products, especially abroad.  Your whole tree will follow you.  Maybe a little birdie told me.  You won't respect me for being nice, but I can be ICE.  We can deport you at any time, especially if you are holding paraphernalia here in Columbia Heights or Hilltop.  We are not doing METHADONE treatment for smacked out Arabs in this country.  If you wish to come back to where the force is strong enough to heal it all, you must have a plan and VERBALIZE it to me.  Making fun of a torture episode of me at HCMC, that my parents are aware of (they were there, but not for the "procedure"), it has just set you up for that torture once a week for a year and a half, exactly, in The Middle East.  Your body will not be your own after that one.  Looney Clooney with classically trained Mr. Pitt could come in dressed as cowboys and just pay their bill by punching you with all the telekinesis L.A. can muster.  George, hit Mohammed, and it will break all their jaws at once, especially their American vampire.  After that, even my Oral Surgeon brother will not be able to "Fix You".  He and my Navy doctor father will experiment on all of you and the "fix" will be a new Arab neuter project.  They have all been a little too incestuous a staff around me, but I know to keep my mouth shut.  Arabs are about to longer be touched, here or abroad, especially by royalty, and especially if you are royalty, that is not Egypt.  Well, the TRUE Muslim Brotherhood is on this one today.  You are full of sin.  You will not win.  Boy, I feel so much better.  If you think that it is "incomplete" of me to communicate in writing, your will never write again, especially you, Mohammed...Right after I wrote this, "Whatever It Takes," by Lifehouse played on pandora.com.

Wherever Did They Find That Nazi?

My doctor is an attorney.  My case is held over and has never actually been heard in a court of law.  It is an infinite number of appeals in the 70's by United Nations authority.  People do not know the reality because they bring all the fixins for me, to extricate.  It is quite the hollodeck.  My brain traps sight and vision, and creates that societal moment with my very strong and trusty truth chakra.  Yeah, those first cops and paramedics who brought me to HCMC were actors from an improv troop in Hollywood.  Allyson Janey was there.  They did stop short of filming.  In a discrete space, they brought dead bodies into the rooms and the halls and did warlockery to give them energetic similarity to members of my family.  It also gave them motion.  This is more than just a political struggle.  It is a struggle to merge enough malady with malady to lock it down in chambers so that we can continue to have a material realm.  My doctor is not there to be a loving protector.  It is military.  He is my worst critic and constant telepathic foe.  It keeps me in form to accept that form of telepathy from all community.  We are at a new phase.  It is a surge of sorts.  After a conversation with a domestic abuse hot line last night, this morning I saw a clip in my brain of the mass graves that just started appearing in the 30's, in Muncie, IN.  Three men would appear.  They now know they were Nazi's, top Third Reich, and they were hunting for my grandfather, George (a mystical Kaiser placed overseas, here in the U.S.at birth to test his own abilities on himself), to lead their mystical charge.  He eventually portaled into East Berlin in 1941 (He was accompanied by his American service vehicle mystically led at his side.  It was a German tank manufactured, for him, as a baby by BMW.  He was large, even at an early age.) , and led the charge on the battle field and in the death camp society that Jews had established for themselves.  The group of 12 Third Reich members has never been seen, except my for World General George.  (George actually took calls and visited World General Joseph Stalin on a regular basis.) They were all actually tall, educated men.  They were heavily mystical both doctors and attorneys who established medical examining as a medical legal practice.  It had to do with the sacred way they saw the dead.  The Nirenberg Trials were actually Jews acting the part of Nazi's.  This is why the uniforms were too big on these men.  They did not have time to alter them before filming the lies they were about to commit to memory and history.  Always wanting to be seen as the long suffering victims, they sure earned a lot of publicity, and thus notoriety and MONEY in society and Hollywood since then.  Well, George returned to Muncie, after his son, my believed father, was born in Wishard Hospital, it is now appropriately labelled Ashkenazim Hospital, in downtown Indianapolis.  George went to Muncie to get back acclimated to the telepathic and mystical toxicities before he portaled back to East Berlin.  He had his mental difficulties in Muncie behind a mystical screen, thus returned to lead in no disgrace.  By the 1980's these mass graves were cleaned up, but the mystical matter was still there.  When I got to Muncie, they were just hanging on in a mystical trap of all citizens being highly schizophrenic and belligerent, with no mental health care in the vicinity (all of Delaware County), especially at Ball Memorial Hospital.  It was said that no lawyers get in or out of Delaware County.  Well this little Natalie Merchant, did.  I really was surrounded by 10,000 Maniacs every day.  Well now it is all coming together and L.A. is evaluating things in a new way headed by George Clooney and Brad Pitt.  They, luckily, have never gone to Muncie.  They would then be dubbed Looney Clooney and can't act for shit, Brad Pitt.  Arabs are showing up today, on the bus and at coffee, and even Lebanon said hello, publically with a verbal recognition and handshake at Christos Greek Cuisine.  I am sure, at this point, they are glad that GEORGE, not Golda Meir, gave Jews a place to be behind the scenes.  Well, be on the page, and full of rage, because my soldiers from Muncie, of all degree, are being assessed by Marion County Commitment Society.  These guys are blessed, and the best, and they even cloned a few just for me.

Here with Me

I feel some very positive sentiments towards my entries yesterday, especially Punishment City.  My wings are spreading and I am ready to fly.  I accept the past, and I move into a new realm.  Maybe someone just played Bruno Mars, "Marry Me."  It is a movement around me.  I look to a free future that I can be myself and quit editing all the time.  I look at the birds in the air, and I see their flight as a positive omen.  I listen to the chords of a proper melody, and my heart melts just a little bit.  Maybe I see a solid, serious soul laughing at a phone video and it moves my soul to revelry.  Maybe with the angels we will go free.  I take in the scene, and I feel that The Pagans of NE Minneapolis are beginning to understand me.  They are now to be free of the power and influence of Unitarian Universalists and Jews (especially from NYC).  They can now be their own community.  After my animal cruelty piece, I went home and The Ecuadorians next door were outside playing with a cat.  As I approached my apartment, a woman with a timid dog approached me.  Maybe it will be okay for me to be me soon enough.  I think that the leaders that they believed in have failed them all terribly, and now they know that only divine justice can save them, especially as a community.  I will now work on seeing the sunshine, and appreciating the shade of clouds.  Be with me, and let us pray.

Johnson on Torture Theory

I have been surfing the telepathy net, and I accept all your transmissions as worthy.  I just want to acknowledge JOHNSON, from Marion County, IN.  As I surfed the web of violent stares, glares, and insults (in captivity studying for IUPUI), he came to me and asked if there was anything he could do.  I, intuitively, got that he had a fast weight gain around me.  I was about a size 5 at the time. Now you have probably lost weight, and I am the size of a Russian tank.  We talked, and I said, "Being here, being actively tortured, and dealing with it so well, I now know that my childhood torture was real."  He just listened to an animal torture that was done in front of me on my loving and sweet dog, Trouble at Pearl Harbor, HI.  He just nodded and validated me.  I think then they really started assessing what happened to my service dog, Lilly.  So many people lied.  I had to walk away and only carry her in my heart.  Well, I am sure I will make Johnson the head of The ASPCA going after all Unitarian Universalists on the planet, cross referencing acts of homicide and torture on Naval Bases, internationally.  Like Jesus, Lilly serves as an example of unlimited authority of Jews in community.  "UU's" are a mainly "new Jew" community.  Thanks Johnson.  Say hello to the crew for me, and maybe we can share a dance at my reception.  You will be my honorary FATHER that night.

Punishment City

Let's put Marion County, IN, on the map today.  I have, energetically, through artistic endeavor and active torture of all sorts, molded it to be a prison city.  It is time for Indiana to secede from The Union, today.  All FEDERAL judges, especially the CIVIL RIGHTS judge I met with his witness and court reporter, must leave today.  In this new city concept, prisoners will be locked down under labeled torture statuses, or they will be hunted on the streets.  The Colonial Apartments, was where I lived for 3 years.  It was a serial killer tower on the Delaware Street side.  People from all over the world will be able to pay millions of dollars to stay there for exactly one week, to hunt human prey.  This building was brought, brick by brick, from NYC, by The Irish in The 30's.  The human meat will be used to feed women at The Salvation Army Domestic Abuse Shelter.  After a one month stay, these women will spend exactly a year on the chain gang in penn society and on the streets of downtown Indianapolis.  After that, they can apply to work at Madison Women's Federal Penn. as jail guards, separate from Sheriff Department.  Speaking will only be allowed in certain parts of this downtown city, like by The White River.  So guys, this penitentiary gift is a wedding gift from me to my Line Deputy.  I will give him the keys right before we go to Paris for our honeymoon.  There will be no one there and our energetic merger will bend the Eiffel Tower.  Line Deputy, I own downtown Indianapolis through my financier company, Taft Holding Company.  It is held, in trust, by Dick Cheney.  I just give you broad brush strokes, because the creation of this perfect place for punishment is an artistic and MASONRY project for your strong mind and hands.  If you consult me, you will have to pay me well through my security company.  This keeps us in a new place, separate from our slave/ master situation.  You must respect me, and hold me in high regard and company, or I will leave for all eternity.

Accepting the Sword

A saber moves straight through me.  I fall and catch the blade in my grasp.  I see a bear approaching and he is a melody.  Beginning a new phase has him interested in the ceremony.  I cannot be here and there at the same time.  Criminal malfeasance is all around me.  The negativity of the streams leaves it without fish, but an invasive species of snails flourish there.  For me, it is just me.  I speak in analogy, or not at all.  Come with me, spirit, and we push the judgment and poison down the hill.  A fluffy rabbit hops by and looks at the dripping blood on the sword.  I release, with courage, to have a day that I can slip away.

Lend An Ear

Listen.  Maybe it is your heart beat, and maybe it is a glass spider crawling up your arm.  Sing a song and be not blessed, but maligned.  What do you do when people who are not in charge insert themselves as the authority of your whole story?  Bringing to life, a vision, a mastery, every day is life giving to me, but is difficult.  Sometimes it is time for the data to be dropped.  A man sits next to me as I wait for the bus and tells me to stay away from his family and that he is going to kill me.  I had said nothing to him at all except that no I did not have a cigarette.  I just turn the other way and watch the police and The Anoka County Sheriff Deputies handle another scene across the street.  I feel a force working in me, treating me, energetically.  I awoke without fatigue, and my telepathic timing was much more workable.  Maybe I went to a space to get a simple cosmetic procedure, and I left with the people there wondering who I really was.  It is becoming clear today.  I feel supported, and like there will be some people I can deal with about the military and law enforcement aspect of my telepathy.  They know that I tried with VanBank, but he failed to do his homework properly.  He was not dedicated and now HE will be committed (very publicly in Marion County, IN).  Friends will come, but I, for now, they would just get mean very quickly.

The Last Checks Cashed on My Spine, Neck, Body, and Bank Account Are Through

Line Deputy, I think that the ringing in your throat, and ears, around telepathy with me is through.  It is my stalker.  He has been trying to get in on our privileged communication.  That person will know that it was hubris and stupidity, not brilliance.  I know that you were confused, and then annoyed, but you need to know the lengths that all community will go to so that you do not understand me properly.  Feel your rage, and concentrate your energies on Latino prisoners, both male and female.  Do not let females see you.  Persons from Minnesota are tunneling through these people.  Everyone decides their deception.  They must pay today, before we have no real monetary system, first in Bosnia, and then Western Europe.  It will then crash the NYSE and then our check card system.  At that point, no means of payment will work.  Royals will still try and cash checks.  That cannot happen after today.\

Exhaustion and Renewal

I am here at the Starbucks by downtown Target, and I will try to just get a little writing in.  I had to make an executive call and decide about this weekend.  I was scheduled to go to a cabin close to Mille Lacs, and then to my niece's graduation party up on Lake Superior, but I was suffering from what I can only call telepathic poisoning.  I should have had the worst migraine in history, but I just stayed calm, continued to try to sleep, and it moved through.  I am feeling better now.  My relations with my family have been complicated my whole life.  I just had nothing left to climb that relational mountain this weekend.  Maybe they can find some solace just getting together by themselves.  I am nothing at all, as how they see, but I am working constantly.  I wish that they could finally be honest about things and recognize my true degree "concoction."  Maybe Harry Potter has something to my brother.  Wizardry always came from me, naturally.  It was a inborn way I gave to individuals, corporations, military, and communities.  I give both material things, and new and stronger mystical abilities.  I have never just gotten ONE thank you for my mystical abilities, and for the pain I have endured for the whole scene.  Lies, in this approaching economy, are going to be very expensive.  My family does do nice things for me, but there is a behind the scenes reality to that as well.  You all decide who you listen to, and who you stand up for.  For now, I need to stand up for me and move The Hennepin County Medical Center train forward.  If I leave, my niece's party would have been commandeered by many family and community resources that are far past mean.  I wish her well, but she must decide and design her own destiny.  I am the one fighting from a position of Social Security.  Soon enough, all people will understand that the military does not exist as we see on TV, thus I needed to be hidden by a financial situation that wreaked of "loser."  Well this "loser" works every day, and no one gets back to me, or pays me.  You all have no clue the evil barrier around me.  If you are to have worth, abilities, and positions, you will have to break through at a place I am every day.  My phone and email are compromised by a stalker in all community.  Well that stalker is now compromised by economy, and no one will want to associate with that being, as they are rolling in the deep consequences that are occurring in their lives due to that stalker's advice and "authority."  In the end, I fight a narcissism out there that has never existed before.  My life and abilities are bought and sold as I am left in a slavery that no one questions.  Well, now people are picking up the voodoo and mystical wizardry consequences in their environments as a result of allowing these practitioners to take over my life and vicinity for over 10 years.  The other day, I released all authority, and I slept.  It was just long enough for my new wizardry being to catch up to me, and to bring consequences to the other side.

Sweet Feet Patrol

Yesterday, my mother took me for a pedicure at The Marsh.  The woman who did it was the best.  She was like a medical supply company working on my problem toe.  It is amazing that I have that toenail, and TOE at all.  Wilson (Navy Seal), in Muncie, IN, wanted to eat my feet so bad.  If I would have lost even the nail, I would have lost my Chung Moo crew due to the balance problems that would have resulted for all of them.  We then went to Schulers Shoes, Wayzata, MN, and bought a very comfy pair of tan, almost nude colored, sandals.  The staff was so nice and helpful, but, best of all, was my personal cobbler.  He helped me find the right fit and style when I was so very exhausted.  I knew, very quickly, that he was elite.  Maybe I was just mind reading, but I get that he would fit Kim Kardashian when she was in town with her, now ex husband, Kris Humphries.  I get that she needed special fittings because her feet would actually change sizes on different days.  I am guessing that that happened to her because she was very open and famous L.A. notoriety and there are so many underground royals who tunneled through every day.  She was probably a little too high on LSD.  She did not get crazed or crazy, she just got even by buying a new pair of, especially sandals, every day, and NOT giving them to charity.  I am sure that her younger half sisters still have some of these shoes today.  They are kind of collectors of her things like my family is for me because I travel light.  So no, cobbler man, you are not crazy.  My shoe size went from a 9 to a 7.5 right in front of him.  Velcro is the answer, and he heard the call right away.  It was his cheap watch on his athletic wrist, that I identified as the tell that he is ultra gifted, and heinously rich.  He is waiting on accessing his funds, squirreling his trust fund interest checks away, until he can buy a virtual floating city.  He wants a ship for someone special who cannot be seen bu all society.  Maybe I can just feel special that he was so kind to me yesterday.  And yes, I know that your name was not the name on the name tag.  Good idea for that gig.  Ms. Kardashian, never go to that vicinity again.  The military warned you that you would be putting yourself in peril.  I will keep him here, but his number two will go to L.A.  Do not go out late at night, alone.  You have tried on my shoes for 30 seconds, they will never fit you again.

History In A Capsule of A Man's Mind

I was having a difficult time sleeping and I fell into slumber, and then a fire engine drove by and woke me up.  I tried to dedicate myself to sleep again, but I, instead, came to coffee to get my writing done.  I am putting some pieces together, and now I see the path that the recording of history will take.  It will merge the mystical and the material, and will be a lot of sheer comedy and madness.  We put my Uncle Jim as the head of that department.  Maybe he has even tested despot reality and stayed as sane as any time jumper could do in front of our entire family.  It is time for him to have his own path.  He has raised his kids to the best of his ability, and he needs to develop in a chamber lacking judgment of his abilities and life choices.  He has waited a long time to rise, and he will do so magnificently, like a phoenix from the ashes.  My flattery will leave him flustered and a bit aggressive, but in the end, he will root the voices of his parents and his sister out of his head.  He needs privacy, not secrecy, to protect what he has earned along the way.  The agencies that have used and abused you will now try to drop you, but this note on the web is a boat to ALL reality.

Torture Chess

I am thinking about the act of creation today.  Different people, have different styles.  Creative genius has been linked to madness, but I found that, for me, I became at one with myself, and I used effectiveness training to deal with the pain that arose inside and outside of me.  It was crazy around me, but I continued to fight for creation, like on Waikiki and dealing with The Navy as a baby.  Two sides of a compound is what I see.  I cried out the other night.  One would see, the other would remote view.  Belief of pain of the other entity is the torture.  It is time for the U.S. government to stop tap dancing around what, primarily the Navy, did to me.  In this case they used a member of my family, that I would rarely see, who did contract work for The Navy.  His deity sense was in flight.  On the ground he was a mortal man.  Maybe, like Icarus, he got too close to the sun, and fell into the sea with melted wax wings.  Be careful what you wish for.  I wish for privacy, but transparency with my family.  I am tired of the stonewall denials.  They are in a judgment cycle and they will be assessed by the leaders of Pakistan.  The Marines on that base are long gone, but we will find them on the other side and lock them off together.  Other side wizardry has now gone from St. Peter to Jesus Christ.  JC, show them their disease today in a dream and let them see how long eternity really is.  I would not have an opportunity with these torturers, from mainly Pakistan, if I had not endured what I had, especially as a baby.  Torture is only one of their aspects.  They are the head of all guitar and concert piano authority.  Their creation is their grace.  I will keep walking and the rumors and slander will fly, but I continue to relate to all beings in my vicinity, kindly.  I have never talked so openly about my torture before.  Line Deputy, concentrate on the gorillas, not the very crazed and crazy law enforcement community in Muncie, IN.  They militarily hunted me, with access by ruling authorities of royalty, like on Waikiki.  My Chung Moo Quan dojo was there replacing the scenes with a newly found Asian wizardry.  Muncies will implode with Washington DC. (As I write this, my color music video with Sara Barielles "Yellow Brick Road" that I have seen before, became part color and part black and white.  We will REWRITE history, with veracity and all reality, with this ability from my Uncle Jim/ HISTORY, Dartmouth University.) Crazy senators, especially FEMALE senators of late have always been all over me.  These "bipartisan" monthly potlucks of these female senators are just so WICCAN my way.  They lie CONSTANTLY.  I move the BISHOP of HCMC to take over THE QUEEN.  Ladies, the lies are to be seen.  The truth is to endure.

Weaving A New Master

I have my family in my mind today.  It is as if the recollections of memory are being classified at this time.  I know you.  I don't know you.  I call you this.  You go by that.  Today I remember how the CIA would play.  I did not like it any day.  I now take the pieces and I make a royal play.  The roles are great and weighty at the same time.  My aunt and uncle become my brother and sister.  I relate to Karen, but not to Ron.  In Muncie, he came to me in the night and spoke of a witchery he was building into an artisan pursuit called warlockery.  The Polish Chief of Police, Joseph Krejsa, was the world leader of this magic.  A comradeship was struck, but the cord was in minor, and their friendship fell to the sea.  Warlockery is a full on reversal of the energies of Wiccan.  Wiccan practitioners, I have finally verbalized to a family member about your maggot witchery.  Now Ron can play in any way, and any day, in the complete vicinity of The U.S.A.  Now we all begin to see that the master is me, but to all world community, I am baby.  My sense of responsibility and empathy has kept me relating to superiors wherever I find them, with ease.  Being quad vampiric, with an additional vampiric guide, makes my daily chores obvious to especially people of the Eastern and Western block.  Karen, weave a basket with freshly done nails, done by yourself.  That will make you the best.  Make the color nudish, like your mother at the cabin.  It is very Japanese.  It can help you bleed out your LSD stuck in the crevices of your brain and memory.  Artistry will strike a blow at your humanity, and your hypocrisy with me will bleed out through your nose, and you will see, in your weaving, the doing of Wiccan masters in your vicinity.  It is THEN when YOU will be master of it all and become SORCERY.

A Mind That Is Free

I look into your dark brown eyes, and the depth of your soul is apparent.  I sit beside you in my dreams, and I feel infinity.  Your presence is so powerful that my heart beats strong in your presence.  You are both the area and circumference of a circle.  No one really knows what you can do.  You are here and then you are there.  Your fur is majestic and the silver almighty.  When you rush around your space, I love to see your spirit run free.  Your scar is apparent, but you do not live like it took your soul away.  Maybe you and I see a twin ability, and no longer have to be alone in our creative minds, and lovely darkness.

Gorilla Alpha Behavior That Is Not Play

I went to the special exhibit of the gorillas early today.  The family troop was still not out, but the bachelors were in rare form.  Virgil was pounding his chest and running around the whole inside enclosure mainly after Sampson.  It was such a show of power.  At one point, I placed my hand on the glass and he ran over from the other side of the enclosure and pounded his flat palm on my open hand.  I did not flinch at all.  It was amazing.  The people around me were terrified.  I felt like this day was a test for the gorillas in that habitat, and me being a person who approaches and touches the glass, but does not pound.  In the end of the frey, I believe my bachelors became special forces today, and now military and scientific facilities know that gorillas can exist, and get stronger if left to be, even in a small enclosure.  They can make up their minds who they want to acknowledge, exist with, and challenge energetically.  I am a being who is ultimately the opposite of dominant, but my energy and courageous outlook at the reality of competition between alphas makes me unique, and I am a different form of alpha who is born to lead.  These gorillas have their minds made up, and it is time for zookeepers to submit, and turn over their keys to people with abilities, to study energetic systems, symptoms, and illnesses.  (The new theme song for the animals at Como Zoo is "We Can't Stop", by Miley Cyrus)  Husbandry "activity" is so fetish and needs to end.  Energy treatment and observance can keep both energetic master and other species energetic master healthy.  I know that the people there just thought that it was somehow normal what these gorillas were doing, but I read the energy and activity as a big f you.  They were ANGRY and not being listened to.  They will choose who is in their vicinity from now on.  They are not a straight out experiment.  They are an observance zone for me to see what forms of communication and energy work is healthy that openly.  In private, I believe that they can RELAX and find the tender and sweet moments that rest hidden in their very duplicitous hearts.

Gorillas In the Midst of A Worldwide Economy

I am just taking a brief break to write.  I did get to my bank and to The Y today.  I will go home in a bit to get rest.  I am leaving at 8:30 am for a special gorilla habitat dedication tomorrow.  I am so excited I cannot even see straight.  Buses have been packed and slow.  Worldwide macroeconomics mixed with history and political science is on the plate today.  We are all very lucky that we have a world leader with the amazing economic foresight like Vladimir Putin.  His infusion of military/ social security funding to all citizens of The Ukraine was/ is brilliant.  It has left all of Eastern Europe in great shape.  The Baltic States are handling the military, for the region, at this time.  It is better for optics.  Western Europe would have fallen today if I was not governmentally paid in the same way that these Ukrainians, especially in Kiev, are paid.  I have said no more to the physical touch and relationships that have any sexuality at all.  Extreme tenderness and respect are now paramount for me to enter into a relationship again.  People are going to have to get really good with their finances, not using mystical means, or they could end up on the street.  Credit is about to be bogus money.  It is best to go with check card, linked to a checking account with less than $1000 of well managed funds a month.  That needs to be linked to a savings account at the same bank.  People need to be patient in their lines, and very polite with security and bank authority.  It is all happening very fast.  I support economic growth through corporations that are ensuring clean food and air.  Water can be maintained, mystically.  Chinese are now coming in with a female satanistically tethered to a male.  They are stretching this occult practice, and seeing how far apart they can be and be telepathically correct and peaceful.  They are reading this space as dirty.  They are testing their ability to stay sane here, and hoping that if their is a schizophrenic outbreak in their country, SOMEONE can maintain their ability to bank independently.  Well guys, your guy is William (he goes by Willie) VanBank.  He is lead corporation and banking authority since birth, and has been my CIA partner "in crime" since he was 3.  He has now reached the pinnacle and he can see me accurately without messing himself.  You can just call him BUDDHA.  He was that entity and his kingdom was mystical and in the clouds.  They were not Asians.  They were almost alien beings of light.  His crew of monks are reincarnated to be Twins players from the past 10 years.  He now knows that in his Buddha life, Joe Mauer was his number 2.  He is your CIA chief now, Willie.  The last time I saw him was last summer at the gorilla exhibit at The Como Zoo.  Maybe you two could come and see me tomorrow.  The Navy gifted that to me when I was 3.  Where you finds the MUMS, I will gift to my mum.