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.