Spy Craft for James Bond

I quietly sit at Starbucks.  My mind is calm, but not blessed with creativity or intelligencia.  Our onscreen James Bond is actually Russian intelligence, and may need to take a break from dealing with The Queen.  He has hopes and dreams, and he wants plans to solidify and become real.  He becomes more confused every day.  Mr. Craig, it is because it is becoming real around me.  Intelligence workers, the whole world over, are coming through my local casbah.  There are shifts of different nations and ethnicities.  It all seems calm and normal, but the commander and chief sits in the corner pretending to read a New York Times upside down, and Netanyahu reads the Time Man of the Year issue.  He would rather see the reaction of the surroundings if he had a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.  In The Middle East, they are beginning to float that he is gay.  I think that it is Angela Merkel.  She is a real devil in the sheets, and wants no one to say it of her.  Mr. Craig, stop by the cop shop in New York City where Tom Selleck plays pinnacle with the real chief of police.  Height is an issue there because Deblasio tries to tunnel through.  Back to my scene, sit with me and people will constantly stop by to take napkins from MY napkin dispenser.  You are here to study and to rule what is evil and what needs to be kept out of Russia.  I say ALL OF IT.  I prepare you all today.  This great granddaughter of World General Joseph Stalin is top KGB, especially today.  Melania Trump is too.  So Putin has a Czechoslavkian Nuclear Physicist named Sergii, (who caused Chernobyl to crash when he was three because they wouldn't let him eat) is the ONLY one who has the number to Vladimir's bedside phone.  Sergii is funny.  He called Putin and laughed and laughed right in front of me as he said, in Czechoslavakian (Putin's second language AFTER English), "Putina is right here in front of me."  He just kept saying Putina, Putina, Putina.  That is what Putin would call me as a small child.  He would meet me in the library, located centrally at my one level elementary (for me all levels of education) school, Island Lake Elementary every Wednesday at exactly 10:00 a.m.  I had to do it without a synchronized watch or a weapon.  If I was late, I got a pretty serious pistol whipping.  If I was early, it happened worse.  Russia is a whole new chess game, and I suggest that media industry stay out of it, and stay out of their national boundaries which will soon include all Eastern block countries, including EAST BERLIN.  It will be a spy drop shop, internationally, and a no mystical ability use zone.  Happy hunting fellow Eastern block operatives.  I am also East Berlin Police.

Freeing The Queen

I am click click clicking off the moments today.  I am the timer to create no detonation.  I have chosen to be downtown, cool the cylinders in the YMCA pool, and now sit ant tap tap tap the end caps at Target Starbucks.  I go inside your brain, unconsciously, as you allow, and I empathize, but I also create new neural pathways, and create patches for brain damage, creating comedy and sexuality over violence every time.  I have become an expert of programming and indoctrination by freeing myself from my family, my community, the military, and intelligence agencies.  Let us waltz across the floor and begin anew.  Please do not step on my shoe and apologize.  MAKE IT RIGHT.  No more Wiccan or the sloppy of Pagan.  They wanted my empathic capacity to create many of you, and create sentiment and empathy in general population.  You all could have taken over the world regime and had whatever you wanted.  Well the world will be at MY feet, not yours.  I make people curious and entertain all their senses.  Now YOU have empathy for me and only me, and the freedom to laugh out loud in America (a quality you only had in The Middle East) and I will put The Middle East at your feet anytime you need a really good pedicure and the rest of the time, I will entertain those sensitivities.  I have entertained a goddess me all of my life.   Constant molestation is (and was) torture, but I did take many mental notes to get free as quickly as possible and remain as injury and disease free as possible. It is sensual and physiological ability, not manipulation.  I have been openly worshipped during and after sexuality, especially in Carmel, IN.  It is a mystical village and everything kind of broke free when I "Brought It Back to Life" with Jeffery at karaoke.  I am now here, and I know that van sits out back.  It is for deliveries actually, and NO pickups.  I will be kind and cordial, but I have set THE Queen free after she kidnapped me twice on Waikiki before I was 5 month old.  My tracker is working and now she can track officially for Cambridge University.  I have made her worldwide diplomacy, higher than The U.N., and terrorism chief.  She will have many torturers at her disposal, but my guess is that she would rather get her hands so dirty that they are clean.  Feel the beat beat beat of the heat, and call me officially, with polite chivalry, and I will THINK ABOUT accepting.

My Own Energy

I watched the movie 6 Days last night with you tunneling through completely.  It was based on a real story of Arab men taking over the Iranian Embassy in London, and taking hostages, to get prisoners out of Iranian Prison.  I finally saw as you do see.  Your brain is the canvas of cleric to reform Al Queda.  You see that people with sentiment and emotion are faking it (They use their [mainly Wiccan, and some Pagan] witcheries to fake human emotion and thought to ultimately end up on TV.), and when a soldier character showed humanity, it was you.  You do not see foreign (Western) soldiers as cool.  All of the screaming Arabic in The Middle East mounts until someone takes out a gun and shoots at least one individual dead.  It then it gets completely silent for miles.  You find this tremendously funny, perplexing, and calming at the same time.  It is kind of like a violent emotional reckoning that is a new type of brain damage bipolar II.  I should have ended up like you, but I did not.  I remained completely empathic and felt all of the violence and torturous sexuality my way since I was a baby.  I just keep going.  They gave you a plan as a baby, and now you are KING.  Well, this Queen is worldwide royalty, and I am not going to let you take me to The Middle East for degradation and torture.  You have no secrets now.  You also have this baby complex that you want police (Columbia Heights, specifically) to save you every time you call.  Well The Middle East Police are already in at your establishment.  You should not have used spiritual abilities to tighten one of the straps of my backpack without me seeing.  He DID see.  He has come through me and I have worked with Middle Eastern explosive technique that has to do with MAINTAINING orders and the rule of heads of state.  I was an explosives expert at birth, but even Dr. Olaf Runquist, from Hamline University, who I worked with privately for Organic Chemistry/ O Chem (and other Department of Defense and NASA matters) knows that I follow text and do not turn my attention to destruction no matter how much I am tortured and demeaned.  Today I feel Hamline University finally coming on board, and they send you the reality that I was a renowned cleric at birth.  I have been kind to all of you there, and I do know enough to have been scared or confused.  I did not run away.  I stood my ground and remained quiet and cordial.  I will not demean or threaten any of you.  There is a plan, and in some circles I have to be the man, not in a transgender way, but in temperament and leadership.  It is military and intelligence.  I will let you know that the tracking device that was implanted at the base of my skull at 5 months was tested by a FBI "commentor" in a Target uniform, on Friday, and it pinged on his remote machine (right in front of my mother) very loudly at The Quarry Target in NE Minneapolis.  The queen of England does now know.  If they find me, they find you, if I disappear.  I will tell your people to divest their mystical ties and abilities and to actually study Physical Chemistry (P Chem) and high level Philosophy, and see what we can do with radioactive material to reduce waste and disintegrate garbage, on land and at sea.  The Middle East Police, with key Palestinians in the community, will take it from there.  Maybe they make a semi reality TV show, in Arabic that is based on USA TV's "Burn Notice" based on this scene.  You WILL feel this walk away.  Peace out.

Weaving and Separating

The everyday material realm and the outer holodeck reality are about to merge with a huge crash.  All the different operatives and factions, with world leaders, are about to claim me and take me to the outer limits.  They cannot do it alone.  I have been working all of the threads into a beautiful afghan my whole life and that is about to unravel.  The irony is that it is with the separation of peoples that the afghan will be solidified into new and solid realm of worlds.   They will have actual peace and artistry within all its peoples.  It is very important to separate Arab from Africa, especially Somali.  There are teams in all of the factions that can handle their own, but only a collage of agencies and operatives who I have tracked as THE AGENCY can do the work of isolating the infection that is misinformation, delusional imagery, and the rage that rests inside of me.  You all continuously take what you get from God and waste it by going against the only leader, internally, that you have ever known.  This description is difficult because it is so out and in.  I should be so schizophrenic right now, but I use comedy to get through.  I am able to get through by continuous shifting and answering of the spiritual cell.  Punishment phase will be for all, but I will no longer be in your way to kick and torture.  If you can't get on board, I am out of here.  Understand that nuclear bombs can just go off spontaneously.  The galaxy could explode as well.  You all know at least some of a material realm that gives you a clue to your realities.  Without it, it is unstoppable chaos and suffering for all.  I do have a Somali operative living in my building and after my piece yesterday, he put himself in our laundry room across from my door to ask for help and talk when I got home.  When I was leaving today, he put himself in front of the back door as I left to write.  He thanked me for my help yesterday.  He is the best being to talk to the United Nations today.  Crack cocaine may be his only true motivation, but that is just grand plan elegance smiling in your face.

There Is A Definite Plan

Sometimes I open a telepathic room in my head.  People who have work or interest in the day, or the people and environment come through.  Today the room was very full.  I am like a switchboard operator, and a bit more.  The first actual switchboard operator was Swedish Queen Ellen King.  She was my maternal grandmother, and she began as a child in royal society of Hibbing, MN.  They also had the very first home line and phone book.  All the names in that book are from worldwide royal authority.  I have that in my closet.  I will probably give it to Willie VanBank and he will then be able to go by Will overseas, and William in Britain.  Having that many voices in your head because you are financier for royalty from birth in Switzerland, is he.  Well there was a telepathic shoot out at my luncheon spot today.  Can Somalis consume anymore and be any more rude?  Could they gossip in a nasty way that even makes NYC Jews yell mercy?  Can they be anymore rude?  Can they EVER use birth control or actually watch their own children in a restaurant?  Oh well, they are going to hell.  My telepathic room even has my Como Park gorillas asking why they eat expensive meats and produce when they can't taste a thing.  Well, I have been nice, but this international attorney and citizen yells ZEN on their booties today.  Buddhist monks will handle your stricture and your portaling back to Mogadishu, Somalia.  I will never forget the day you went after my men and brought my Black hawk Helicopter down.  We went back for it later after dark.  It flies fine today.  The lead was Irish King and American Vampire Chris Dunlop.  This black op cop went in and is African and Middle Eastern Police still today.  Wait until he cuffs your whole community in one fell swoop.  HE was the man you drug around the city in his marine white boxers.  It was horrific.  Even Japanese had to look away.  He is vampiric, thus he kept the vengeance memory and did not die.  THAT is why he did not soil those boxers for all of you sick mother fuckers.  It was quite the cluster fuck, and now Bill Clinton will be taken to Israel for trial.  Because he gave you all the SOUL of Dunlop, I had to redeem him in Carmel, IN (and work with him in Muncie, IN), and Bill Clinton got in their to stalk, but not in Muncie.  He, Hilary, and Chelsea, would stalk me at the McDonalds in the main drag of Carmel, close to the police station.  This mystical crew just observed, but pounced the day he got a Carmel Police uniform and cop car to take me out of an active fire domestic abuse situation.  Well these three ARE Israeli's, and it was all part of an ELEGANT DESIGN grand plan.  Bill, Hill, and C., I am lead Massed, here and overseas since I was a baby. My General George Mayer biofather was becoming unstable and I was chosen to deal with his work with Jewish community from WWII.  Bashir and I were hierarchy, thus all Massad goes after he and I very openly in community.  I do legal work for Netanyahu as well here in The Twin Cities.  Bashir, from Smokey Bones Restaurant, is and was my number two.  He is pure Israeli and confided in me that his mother was pronounced dead when we were crew chiefs for Darden Corporation (centered in Indianapolis, IN, at the time), and he left for exactly 10 days to sit Shiva in Israel.  Jews are now recognizing their mistakes from WWII by looking at all of you Somali's chow down, infinitely.  How many plates of food can all six children of yours eat, and then try not to pay for with the money you get from the government that is more than veterans of any service?  You are our ENEMIES, NOT our friends.  REFUGEE to your community's degree means NO path to citizenship, EVER.  I bring in the world famous Brooklyn Jew crew of FENTON REALITY.  Wally started Brooklyn Secretarial College in her early 20's and my grnadmother Mayer came through her to give her the gift of classic European shorthand.  She was the toast of all society even before she met her strapping Penn State attorney husband, William Fricke.  I was almost a daughter in law, but Wally needed her own space and place to be artistic and mechanical.  I also did not love her son, and ultimately he came out as gay.  Maybe you, son of hers should have been sitting with the Somali drag queen from L.A. who sat at three different tables in front of me and ate an infinite amount at each one.  The Fentons see the grand plan now, and Dunlop, you can now call her and get actual validation about Muncie, IN.  That black op situation was a cluster fuck for us because we were both U.S. Marines, as well, and listed as foreign born (me on Oahu, and you in Dublin).  Willie VanBank's quest to marry me there for a safe CIA unity was also a problem as well.  Well, now the Line Deputy of Marine County, IN, is dedicated to studying my abilities and teachings and people better shit or get off the POL POT.

Heads Up

It is cool to just be you, jive monkey.  I say a knight and a lord from Wales, not Edinburgh.  The lack of accent comes from the magics there.  Be prepared to be seen as very sexy and know when to walk away.  I exist here in this time and space for a reason.  Interpol will now have a mandated reporter, for me, on their high and holy list.  This is not funny, but it is tremendously hilarious.  There will be much ownership of me in the future, but for now, I need to just be me and see the divinity of Cambridge University coming through you.  Queenie, BACK UP, I don't want you to end up mentally retarded.  You, like all queens outside of me, are quite mentally ill.  Well you have the sense to stay behind the scenes.  See that your family follows suit.  Everything is up in the air, for I just wait for the sands of time, to take away my identity.

Monk On A Corner

I was on the bus yesterday, after my swim, coming from downtown Minneapolis, and the thought, "Buddhists are getting really sick of people saying nasty things and spreading rumors about their highest and holiest."  I was declared Worldwide Rinpoche at the age of 32.  The ceremony was held at a Tibetan Buddhist Society in Edina, MN, and declared by the head Rinpoche, at the time, from a New York State Monastery.  At that moment, I looked to the corner of E. Hennepin Ave. and Central Ave NE., in Northeast Minneapolis, and there was a lone Tibetan monk in his full Tibetan prayer robe minus the beads.  He was meditating for a long time to get there at that moment.  His space is closer to my home by 29th Ave NE., in NE Minneapolis.  He is now the highest in The Twin Cities under my care, which is becoming the highest in all domestic and foreign lands.  I felt a sense of peace and a brief heart palpitation.  My empathic system is me feeling that heart palpitation for him.  All emerged gracefully and gratefully.  I look to you, brave lone one, to go to your "tribe" and propose that high and holy religious entities STOP taking LSD, at all, for any reason.  I start with you because you have me to fall back on here at Starbucks in Fridley.  We are evolving and I sense that Asian populations are afraid to take the "training wheels" off.  I also charge YOU, not my anointing Rinpoche, to determine the daily karma for The Dalai Lama.  ALWAYS keep in mind that he is very "generous", meaning dangerous, Chinese Intelligence from birth.  HE was the genocidalist in Tibet.  He just wanted a new pair of glasses and the head monks said "no" and gave a young monk his glasses for a day so that he would know what it was like to not have anything aiding him at all.  The rest is very tragic and misunderstood history.

Morality Movements

I reflect on morality as I feel, and then see, a blue heron flying above me.  He is there to tell me of my toes, not my knees.  He has a beautiful style and tells me that being right is a path, not an incidence.  Internally, I find a compass that answers his loving and wise way.  Being grey, and being labeled blue is not confusing to this creature.  He says that color is not seen properly by his eyes.  He is grey as he does see.  He does not have to know what grey is.  I continue to carve a sword and a stone in a tree, and unknowingly let them guide me.  I am the pilot of my way, and soon I will find a vision of a new morality deep in my chest.  This heron is my longitudinal global lines.  Together, he and I are a duo who can inspire even the most philosophical of minds.

Examining Sikhs

The last few days I have seen quite a few Hindus wherever I go.  I feel like it is an unconscious reckoning having to do with their desire to deal with news agencies, internationally.  I feel that they are not quite ready yet.  They need to deal with the deceit in their own community, to then learn about a powerful FORCE like The Sikhs.  Immersion is the key.  First hand knowledge of a group is the way to respect their dignity.  Know that they hate you from the git go, and go from there.  It is important that we begin to study deeply held philosophies and mystical properties.  Sikhs, at this time, hold a higher level of ability, and they are a key for me with entertainment industry.  They have the perspective that is golden, and they do not elevate persons in the media industry.  They are peppered in industry, and yet are holding back at this time.  My intersection with a Sikh almighty, Dr. Sundeep Singh, brought the knowledge that they need to have privacy for mystical and sexual matters, but also especially the synergy of both.  Just know that Sikhs are pure deceit.  They are all actually men and they do not reproduce.  It is all mystical.  Women and children in their midst are their enemies that they keep closer, for educational, and military purposes.  They are the stalkers of Sikh beings and tend to be Hindu.  Hindus are in a time that they need to come together, and establish true hierarchy.  The foe that is in their midst is the strains of religions around them who are not Sikh.

Our Amazing Story

It has been a long time.  It was brief touch of my finger.  I can now know what I know.  Be gentle with your expressions, and I will be at your side for the whole fight.  We can be adored by our allies, and hated by our enemies.  Our strength, together, will be unparalleled.  We will point out, daily, that to not be with us is insane and mentally retarded.  My Rinpoche mind will guard and guide, while you sturdy the ship with your clerical abilities.  We will be alert and logical as the sands of time pass through the hour glass.  I will sleep soundly knowing that I am protected and loved.  My physical strength, after the life I have lived, will be world renowned.  I keep a small stuffed toy in my backpack to find a safety in my heart that sentient beings cannot reach.  It is my loving energy to me.  I will shower our whole crew with what they need, while being quiet when I need to be tucked away.  In the end, we will find release, success, and the ultimate GLORY in our amazing love story.

Royal Bashir

Just to let the populous know, Bashir Al Asad is the top ballroom dancer in the world.  His energy powers the whole sport.  He is also top of international psychiatry.  Welcome, aboard, Dr. Asad.  I sleep with a stuffed pink bunny when I am on my left side only.  If you were my brother, you would be almost exactly like my older brother.  Your left hand writes better than your right, and your time spent with flowers is a release, but cigars are better for you.

The Grace of Shade

For M.- See the tree.  Be with me in as a leaf to its branch.  Never tear yourself away until your thought is complete and secure.  Try yellow instead of pink and red today.  Break away as an egret comes to share our shade.

A Building That Becomes Mosque

There is a building in NYC that belongs to my brother and I.  It is the new trade center building.  We have stayed out of the building and all of its politics.  Brother, I give it to a mighty Arab entity who now moves through me and my stuffed bunny.  Sand and sea, we are divinity who took shaft after shaft so that a "little one" like you could succeed.  He is the water in The Middle East, and is the newest philosophy that will dominate all ships.  With the energy of the emergence of my Line Deputy, there will be a huge dedication to the true heroes of days past.  In the memorial, we will fill it in with the largess of that former twin structure, and have a statue half the size of the new tower to honor him and his group of empirical warriors.  These are the new brave from the cave.  It is about resurrection, not destruction and deceit.  Poetry will reign in the hallways there.  Entities will have to be devout, in that poetic way, to enter the solace of its guard.  It will be the most sacred and safe place in New York City.  A man in cement with a large golden (24 ct. gold/ mystically protected) saber being held above his form is what I see in my mind memory.  The deceit of the day of infinite hypocrisy will be washed away, and there will be a place for the mind of even William VanBank, Buddha himself.  He and I braved that day with the heroine one, and stopped a pandemic of earthquake, category 13.  We deserve to tell the realities, but media and politicians like to play.  I just say, stay away from medical facilities all together, or you may get the disease.  William, pass this gift on, personally, with a GOLDEN KEY, and I will give you my General Father's GOLDEN LUGER.  It is in The Smithsonian.

Corporation That is Germany

Tweet tweet tweet, I am a little birdie singing about a lineage tree.  My last name is Mayer.  It is Kaiser tree in Germany.  My grandfather's first Corporation, at the age of 3, was Oscar Mayer.  When he consulted me, I said, make wieners fun like a wiener mobile and hot dogs at ball games.  It will have people look away from what meats and other ingredients are in them.  He also stabilized Hollywood by being Metro Golden Mayer studios.  The lion was me.  All of these knowings came to him before I was born.  He had a continuous line to me from birth, when he was placed in the old Blake School to first become present with his first degree as physician.  For those who wished the key of corporation in that family line, they had to maintain their grades, their activities, their cordialities, and their very public friendships.  My brother, for one example is Pizza Hut.  My sister, is Mary Kay and Dairy Queen.  My aunt/ sister is Aveda and The Mall of America with her husband Ron.  My uncle/ brother is Delta Airlines.  All are also very influential military, and /or security/ intelligence officers and officials.  I know to just be present with who I am in each time and space.  I will keep my corporate ties hidden for this entry.  Checking all of this can be done through Piper Jaffery.  They can look at the PUBLIC exchanges on The NYSE.

Not Just A Horse

My dreaming was very lucid last night.  A new friend appeared, and old foes took the rest of the dream away.  I was just trying to hold a birthday party at a family cabin.  A U.S. Navy ship went by at top speed with lights that made it look like a dragon.  It was so cool.  The places my few party participants and I were to celebrate and stay were underground cement rooms with water dripping and freezing.  There were two chainsaw statues that were only partially finished outside.  My friends were being asked to PAY for their lodging that night.  My remote siblings had all of the nice places to be with their friends.  They felt like drug cults.  After all the dreaming, I got to tell some brothers about R.J.S. Royal Sultan.  He was a royal gift horse my grandfather (He was actually my biofather.  He was top world military royalty [Kaiser since birth] and my mother was top royal queen.  The experiment of me was a success.) acquired from a group of sheiks from The Middle East.  He was bred for my temperament and the sway in his spine was perfect for the breaks of my spine from caning from birth.  It was a royal experiment that really worked.  He was made, by name and breed, to be tunnelled through by royals especially from Saudi Arabia, to keep him calm, observant, and intellectually gifted.  He was able to compete in both Western and Dressage riding styles.  I would have first trained him in Dressage, and then stop that style, and take into Eventing.  That is where we would have become energetically one, thus healing my spine and neck.  My grandfather was the first western military leader to open up diplomacy with especially the very royal military members of Saudi Arabia.  This horse came to us under the laws of foreign royal management.  There are no taxes on royal gifts to royally higher entities.  Because I was not given the horse, and it was given to my sister, taxes, to this day, are still pending.  It was very illegal, actually.  This horse was gelded at 6 months to keep him calm.  In an accident, due to mystical and material matters in our neighborhood, had Sultan bucking off my sister's friend and she was later dubbed brain damaged at the hospital, and her machines were turned off.  The accident happened right in front of her father at their very Catholic family home.  It did go public, and Sultan was judged innocent of all counts.  If they had chopped off his head, which was the cry, all royals from Saudi Arabia and other royals and their families, would be psychotic and psychopathic still today.  I still dream of that horse being left to just sit alone in a dark stall to suffer.  It is something that was, and is, very painful for me.

A New Point of View

I am up early and at Fridley Starbucks.  Sleep eluded me last night.  At one point, I drifted off, and then my body jumped.  I encourage everyone to pay attention and just note when you feel like someone is piggy backing on your signal.  Privacy is actually pretty rare.  Is it okay to just communicate and want to be heard without too much return activity?  The matters that I am exploring challenge memory, intellect, wit, and authority.  Because of this, percolation is best.  A kind word my way is also nice, but I only want to hear from the truly committed.  I feel like I may be reaching an audience soon enough.  Just know that the true despots may be in the mirror.  If you believe that you are elite, and you do not actually have any reality or authority, then it is time to just say, "Okay, so I am a very arrogant demon.  I eschew the effect my evil has on persons you may feel are the true evil."  The reversal is getting strong, and mystical abilities are piggybacked around me at this point.  You may not be as mystically powerful as you think.  I look to a mirror that is not Narcissus's pond.  I may be a small voice in a small area, but things are happening every day that are just a beautiful spirituality developing.  I express with intellectual thought, but I also feel the beat of a drum that is change of the use of our energy bodies to produce a loving and tender reality where only damage reigned in the past.  My chains are loosening, and I have begun to see smiles on the faces of those who used to just cower.  I dream to inspire, but also to get it right when lazy and evil hands have gotten it so wrong in the past.  I gently step my toe into the pond of exploration.  It is the evolution of the revolution.  Change will be strong, and I will not be the dog to kick anymore.

Economic Symbyosis

I am at The Target Starbucks downtown and the Internet is not working very well.  I will try to write something quick to get a line out there.  I did my PT and swim, and cleaned my bathroom last night.  My dreams were pretty active.  The Putin summit went exactly as I thought it would.  My views are counter what most media and intelligence people believe.  I seek to expand foreign policies with nations formerly seen as aggressive.  It starts with just a hand shake.  Working publicly on this matter is difficult because everyone has their own opinion.  The three ring circus actually does not lead to transparency with a business men like Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin.  Economy needs to be in the sights, but the back room deals can lead to the real fiscally responsible activity.  There is an upside down right now that leads everyone to want to judge lands and plans that they have not actually studied.  Mr. Trump has been behind the scenes, globally, working deals for over 25 years, and he knows what can be accomplished without bankruptcy, and what cannot.  The tariffs are a risky deal he is making, but it may set up a situation where the ecology of these foreign lands begins to be observed and heeded to, internally.  Corporations need to work with The IRS, to SIMPLIFY the tax code.  Knowing exactly what you are doing and how it influences your tax burden needs to be the plan.  Corruption happens when we completely toxify the conditions of government to the point that even master CPA's must fake it that day.  Corporation means standards and rules of compliance.  Small businesses lead to shaky foundations when they do not compete with the rules of the road at the corporation down the street.  Make your goods and services special, especially mystically, and people will shop at even the smallest market kiosk.  Putin, thank you for being willing to speak publicly.  I call on Germany to cross the lines today and begin to just BUY BREAD from Saudi Arabia.  You have no idea the difference, in diplomacy, it will make.

Just For Today

I went to karaoke last night.  It was okay.  I am staying pretty quiet today.  I have little to say today.  Birds are even absent from my view.  I am having a hard time with just having hope about the future, but having only a small amount of feeling like my dreams will come to be.  I feel cast away, and out on my own.  I do have contact with my family, but I feel like they are unaware of the spiritual realities around me.  I feel energetically pretty beat up today.  I look to my new God today to watch over me.

North Oaks Here We Come

So people can call Dick Cheney today.  He actually lives in North Oaks, MN.  His high and holy corporation key is actually 3M.  Well it is time to dump some toxic chemicals all over Pagan nature.  Kill everything that they enjoy, especially their neighborhood gardens that they start without permission on land that belongs to Hennepin County.  They are diseased and we need to let them know that only GOD has a green thumb.  W. just made an important call, and now my new recruit knows that the library at Hamline University is a special gift for him (Bush Library).  It is a mystical wizard key that can teach him to read.  It is called mystical and ancient artistry texts that he will WANT to know and absorb, actually.  Dick, I got up my gumption and told a person out there a little about what swirls around me.  I then wrote a poem, right there in front of him.  It came out similar to the writings that he was playing on the TV, yesterday, about the Koran and community.  It felt like a productive day.  Dick, you are free to duct tape Don Rumsfeld's piehole for the rest of eternity.  He is UNITARIAN, ICK!!!  It was HIS voice, not Jeff's, in your head in Muncie, IN.  He delivered it from DC, thus the deceit was complete.  He will now be under investigation for Russian meddling in the election.  He knew that it could start a world ending war, with what is in your head, Dick, and he didn't care.  He is the highest PAGAN of grand deceit in DC, and Levinworth colony can take care of him.  Sew his mouth shut over and over again, and it will stop that imagery around me.  Dick, just be honest, and people will believe.  Keep your conversations short, and about ONE topic only.  That is my best advice.  Crossing lines challenges authority and intelligence, simultaneously, thus people freak and scream insanity.  Start with TOMMY, Michelle Cory's husband since high school.  He lives in a very remote part of North Oaks by you.  He has been corporation since he was a baby.  He knows the great deciet around me.  Thanks W. I love love love ya.

A Solemn Day

I am here.  I have climbed the mountain, and I now look at the sea.  There are forces swirling inside of me.  I birthed the lamb, and now the sun has come out from inside of me.  Preparations were made, and now the stage is set for destiny to define the horizon.  A star in the sky is streaming down in the middle of day.  I got to say what I did need to say.  Maybe it is nice to not be seen in the light of a freakish military adventure.  I am tired, but not finished.  I must go and fight in another zone, so that I do not end up alone overseas.  You, and only you, can keep an eye on me.  There is such divinity in the way you see.  I bet that you don't know that, actually.  I will sing a song of light servitude, while I wash away the stares and glares for the day.  Collegiate key delivered.  Now we know that no matter what happens here, my records and gifts will be held there.  I feel that the verse has become solemn, and now I unite with my master to handle a massive security disaster.

Happiness and Artistry is the Best Revenge

It is those who have been seen as highly genocidal who have the ability to lock people down in a realm, separating them from me.  They are now testing all theory and hierarchy.  They are playing by all of the rules waiting to take over their own zones of existence.  Hierarchically superior entities are still organically demonic, probably more so, but they then are able to identify it in themselves and not claim Pagan or Jew "innocent victim" dogma.  Order will be restored to the universe and like will be locked down with like to determine their own destinies and punishments.  Our communities will maintain the lock on the door, while they experience a Renaissance in themselves and their tribal and royal spaces.  High and holy men will rule the day and no longer submit to dominant Pagan authority that is ruining the planet and our economy.  This lifetime is the testing space.  Once locked down, entities may advance through ethical and demonic military study.  They will have possibility of release to a higher, and more organized, realm.  Right now, I work in the land of cleric and chief.  They asses a PEOPLE, a tribe, and move away from detrimental religious technique.  These methods have brought about ineffective realities in the past, making it so that no one recognizes God at all in this life.  I believe in this cleric I have met, to judge the quick and the dead, before they come for him with ignorance and prostitution.  He is cut and dry about evil studies, and leaves the rest for university to study and settle ineffectively.  He will be locked down, safe, to become a world general, besides being KING of a new world and philosophy.  The time of labeling terrorist groups is done.  It has proven crazy.  The FBI  and Interpol are actually completely insane, and no matter my degree, studies, and writings, they label me.  Well guys, I am the whistle blower on all of you, and have been since birth.  Being crouched in a "den of iniquity" as you do see, leaves me chained but free to go after you with very powerful THOUGHT, ans solitary study.  You all may not be able to spell and know the meaning of the word "the" by next week at this time.  The snakes are in the sand, and NATURE will begin to show you how much it hates you.  People I try to communicate with can just be logical towards the anarchy that you are setting up and proposing.  Arab connection is the protection I need to stabilize an actual RING for now.  It is happy adulation, and celebration, not destruction, that will be their most effective revenge.  Soulful music will begin to fuel the corridors in a very spiritual and moral way.  That is the higher realm that will make hearts beat in synchronicity.

Life In Chains

I had a dream that brought peace last night.  My cleric was there.  He was just with me as I walked through the world.  He was just comforting and calm around the creepy and freaky around me.  It was like an ultimate validation in each moment.  I went to place my hand on his stomach and he had the most rock hard abdominal muscles I had ever felt.  He directed me to not touch there.  I listened to his boundary.  That is his power center, energetically, and he holds the key for his whole community.  He needs to keep himself clean and clear, without sexuality.  Then we found ourselves at a get together and this woman turned totally demonic and flashed a massive dose of warlockery.  He told me to stay away.  I told him that I could handle it.  She went absolutely terrifying and I stood up to her demonic with efficient and effective power and authority.  She then disappeared.  He was a little speechless after.  My father came through the dream, and he handled him effortlessly.  Something is coming to be.  I woke and the strong telepathic was well boundaried and polite.  I just felt very supported, and not lost in the wilderness in that moment.  When I went to eat, I saw him today and he smiled a bright happy smile.  He then was very generous with me.  They had Arabic poetry related to The Koran, on the TV.  It was positive and calming.  The place was packed at a very odd hour.  By the time I was done, it had cleared out pretty well.  These are signs of a cleric to cleric interchange that is coming to be in The Middle East without fundamentalism, and without constant and direct connection to any authority or religion.  He is a theology expert about it all.  He has been concentrated on his lands and The West.  I have all study with a great base in Buddhist thought.  We will give thoughtful procedures that are priority rituals, without ritualism.  It is to garner deep thought, fear and shame of ultimate heavenly authority, and create an effective society.  Violence does boundary, but in The Middle East it will be supernatural and natural experiences that will boundary people and teach them to eat and live properly.  Before I left, the TV all of a sudden got stuck on a chant, it was very loud, and they knew that heavenly authority was ANGRY.  Solemn oaths will happen one entity at a time.  CONNECTION will be the resurrection, and peace will be earned through an advanced dance and music artistry.

A Visit to the Old Swimming Pool

I did go back to Shoreview, MN, where I lived from age four to age eleven, yesterday.  My mother and I went to my former YMCA, where I swam on their swim team, even in high school ("university school" actually), when my sister coached.  I was a MARLIN a might might MARLIN.  Everywhere we go, people want to know who we are, so we tell them, we are the MARLINS the mighty mighty CIA MARLINS.  The guard staff was prepared and did great (CIA briefed).  A Ramsey County Sheriff car was pulling in as we got there.  I swam inside, and then went to the outside.  Everything looked so small.  I sat with my mother, outside, but there were too many "ankle biters" so I did not go in, and I got fatigued very quickly.  We then went to a new place, Red Robin Restaurant.  I sensed Tom, Michelle, and Mary Cory in that vicinity.  Mark Cory, an MBA from St. Thomas University, was in a remote location if I showed up there with little memory and naked.  It had happened to me once as a child.  The whole Marine Corps (U.S. and Russian) were called out to cover me in all vicinities.  It was the result of SHATTERING of me, at my energetic core, during disorganized torture on The Pearl Harbor Base.  They then tracked all places and times they tortured and kept the schedule strict, especially during molestation late at night.  He had blankets planted all over that Perkins "Restaurant."  I sense a mystical games location there in the night, and a legal crack zone there during the day.  I, intuitively chose Red Robin, across the freeway, instead.  The Cory's, as a family, own all of the restaurants in the vicinity.  I make you all DARDEN CORPORATION, today.  All of your aquisitions will be under that umbrella, and you will be taxed THROUGH BRITAIN, thus saving a lot of hassel, your dignity, and billions of dollars a year.  There is a bonus to taking this little E.T. to Colorado skiing for free as a 5th grader.  We stayed at the Breckenridge Lodge, and skiied there, Coppermountain, Keystone, Arapaho Basin, and Vail.  It was a week trip and there was a huge blizzard, white out conditions on the way up the mountain.  I visualized chains on the tires and we made it up there.  It was awesome powder, for skiing, as I did see.  Atomic Arc was my sponsor.  I even skiied a double black diamond all by myself at Keystone.  All waited at the bottom, watching my mountain climbing technique.  Thank you all for your knowing and unknown contribution.

The Glory of Jeff Glor

I was guided to make a brief call to CBS News to Jeff Glor.  I will keep this brief as well.  He is FBI admin, CIA agent and admin for my stepfather who is now marked with domestic and international gay terrorism, and NSA.  His computer key was just enacted when there was a boom in the room a few weeks ago around me leaving an important public message to my brother, Peter, at Starbucks in Fridley.  The key, Jeff, is the manager's name is Jeff, and my associate from Indy, Jeff tunnels through.  He has been computer industry since birth.  The other important key is that a Saudi Chief stayed until they closed the store.  He did stay the other day as well when I was really physically ill.  I was very grateful.  He did get up the courage to wave at me, and then he was coming through some Boyce Ave. songs.  Those are the moments of divinity that are fun to share.

New FBI Post

This morning, early, I had some telepathy coming through that The FBI was making me TERRORISM CHIEF and my brother, Peter, is appointed my FBI admin.  The FBI now acknowledges Asia as a possible terrorist training land, and I know the chiefs through deep Buddhist study, educational time with Asian Sects, living in communities with strong Asian presence (Japanese on Waikiki as a baby), and Chung Moo Quan.  I have also worked and lived in urban terrorist vicinities, both materially and mystically.  No one get a bi from me.  The FBI is a neophyte nation around these "peaceful people," thus the media gives them positive publicity.  They did ask me to take my entry, that was artistic philosophy, off the Internet because clerics in The Middle East are Al Queda.  I followed that boundary and guidance.  (After I wrote this entry, I was instructed to republish the last entry.  People just needed an advanced understanding.)  I was chosen because I can get into these cliques through regal cordiality, personality, artistry, cleric/ chief religious approach, and intellectual property.  I also have the ability to take nasty talk around me, especially in foreign languages, and the ability to sustain myself, in their vicinity, under enhanced mystical attack without bitterness and returning deceit.  This garners an amazing amount of respect and loyalty behind the scenes.  I then went to my Arab luncheon spot, and I was treated very well.  I go behind the shield and only share a little.  My understanding has become great, and my "friends" many.  After my meal, I went to the bus stop.  I looked up and the clouds were dark and swirling.  Down the road, there was a patch of dark green.  It looked like algae in a pond.  It started to rain a bit, and the winds whipped up, but no tornado appeared.  Then, all of a sudden, there was light.  There was a break in this chaotic scene and all around me was light.  It felt heavenly, and like an ordained blessing.  Maybe people understand now why I am here, and I don't have to live in fear.  There was a good looking young man who came into the restaurant who was tunneling through my ex-boyfriend from 9th grade, Laci Aranyos.  Laci was a Hungarian prince.  This man had to be a Saudi Arabian Prince, and I could tell from stance and tunnel through that he is a peacock.  He caught my gaze and I smiled.  He was dressed "Jersey Sheik".  I sent some telepathy, but kept my eye on the prize of those who have had loyalty to me there.  Now everyone knows who to turn to in a fit of rage, Mohammed.  Mohammed, take him to the Saudi desert when he becomes enraged, and have him watch the clouds and feel the cold pelting rain on his skin, and let him feel his fear at the majesty that is held there, and in you.

A People to Be All Hierarchy and Philosophy

I feel a motion and an emotion inside of me.  All the things that I have done and been, are creating an alchemy of thought and religion that I would call philosophy of being.  Songs, instruments, equations, equestrian, work space, and work place.  Experiment becomes tradition and in transition the dance creates life of its own.  I welcome a guest within my chest, and it turns into a Kevlar vest.  Too many people, too arrogant, and too slow.  My Romeo is eyes of blue all over all of you.  My Klan is a deeply religious man and he is the eyes of brown.  He holds the key to my almighty, thus me.  We will dominate society, but military is economy around me.  A Black Hawk touches down, and they find that there is no ground.  I lie in wait, quietly, as Deity turns to queen.  Royal vows will entertain the mind of man labeled insane.  He is also ordained and cloaks my Rinpoche to give Jesus Christ time to master his mind and gain complete control of philosophy, social work, psychiatry, boundaries, and psychology.  What a soldier he will be.  For now, I sit and see a fig tree and The Dalai Lama tries to get this Eve to eat.  I will not repeat, for I go now and become Cleopatra for the Egyptian King Twins, and Aphrodite to Christos colony.  Knowing more than one Mohammed is always a good thing, as the clerics of The Middle East take their seats, and unite the nations under one philosophy, and one God.  Who are we?  Maybe she can tell yee with poetry, prose, and rhyme.  Silence tips the boat and my hat stays sturdy on my head.  I pulled the plethora of trees through and now THEY know what to do.  It comes time to "Sing the Body Electric," because this queen is eclectic.

Cat Eyes in the Community

My heart is so full of pain today.  I completed my swim and lunch with my mother.  I now sit in the sewage of my brain to find something to qualify my existence today.  Remote study has brought many to the table.  A special detective ability rests inside of me.  I resolve to study the element of clerical collar around me.  It is on my center of faith, and of will.  I will not let you hurt me.  I will just walk away.  Cruelty is not cool or becoming.  Your cackling is your absolute madness.  Now the whole neighborhood knows that they don't want to have anything to do with any of you.  Matt, it is time.  Bring some of your heavy hitters out of mainstream, and put them to their Apocalyptic mind and maneuvers.  Soon, people will not think that this is funny at all.  I will just look to the inspiration of cat.  Beautiful and soft is so soothing to me.  People who hate cats are just so unstable every day.  Keep visiting the neighborhood and I will keep you from becoming a Wiccan CHARM.

My Flights on Southwest

I would say that Pepperdine University is looking into the flights I have taken, on Southwest, to see my sister over the last 5 years.  The first few were to Phoenix, AZ, and the last to Denver, CO.  The aisle seat has always been taken by a man traveling alone, and I have sat by the window.  I concentrate mostly on take offs and landings.  That is the most dangerous part of airline travel.  I guide with an astral projection that these men can see, and they ARE airline industry.  They would have been so afraid, if I showed any discomfort, or did not answer their calls.  We exist, in the air today, because these men have been willing to be guinea pigs and stay in that seat, with possibly one bathroom break, the whole flight.  Even Sully flew one mission when everyone else backed away.  He actually was just sitting in the cockpit saying goodbye to me.  Maybe he wanted to fly the plane with me.  Oh well, I'll properly meet who I am supposed to meet in the exact order and time that it is ordained to be.  I leave it to you, Pepperdine, to find these guinea pigs and interview them about their Theory of Everything (Ph.D.) around me.

I Will Drink My Tea

There is a state of telepathic poisoning that is almost comatose.  I have reached that state today.  So much negativity in such a short span of time. It becomes difficult to eat or drink coffee.  I did make it to Fridley to write.  I feel almost unconscious.  There are few thoughts to share.  Even typing takes too much energy.  It was strong when I was at home, but I went to Jersey Mike's for a sub and I almost vomited.  I think that I took a very strong energetic attack there.  I diagnose it as an unprecedented amount of Wiccan my way by even people who have never picked up that tradition of witchcraft.  This move is tactical for me.  These people will now be unable to go back to what they know, and I can take it for a whole colony who would become incredibly ill or die off completely.  What if we woke up and all of law enforcement was completely disabled or dead?  Well, I will just sit and drink my tea, and see if anything comes through.

Relaxing Scene

I have made it to Target, downtown Minneapolis, Starbucks.  I did get to the YMCA and did my normal routine with a little up in yardage.  I feel removed from areas of thought that would be creative.  There are many things I cannot speak of right here and now.  I sit next to three Asian women.  I believe that they are Thai. Their speaking of their own language is very soothing in the background.  I sit quietly and ponder the relaxed feelings of my muscles.  The workout, mixed with the hot tub, has left me so calm.  Maybe there is some sha sha in the room.  I feel a boom in the room.  Military matters are being messed with by persons who are surreptitious, but not hierarchy.  This happens time and time again.  We will only have what we have now, at the end of the day.  I am seeing the Adelita's crew working behind the scenes.  There is sunlight in my mind, but the colors around me seem drab.  Speaking can be part of loss, or can usurp the authority who never should have been.  Behind it all, I stay still as a piano concerto plays for me.  I see the birds flying from the autumn trees by a calm and babbling brook.  No one minds the salamander who is so unique at the water's edge.  He is part water realm and part earth realm.  I keep him in my mind, as he burrows into the mud beside the stream.  I cannot view this remotely.  I do not have that ability, but it keeps my mind space in the here and now, and that brings a brilliance to the light and the one orange leaf that falls peacefully from the tree.

To Be Chief

Chief is a wild thing to be.  Just imagine you were me.  I am white, female, and related, directly, to General George Mayer, who was Chief in Berlin during WWII.  Tanks were his thing, but he was also a masterful doctor.  He was Hitler's private cardiopulmonary surgeon.  They were way ahead of their time.  It was mystical technology, and boy were these boys mystical.  Look at Kevin Costner, George Clooney, and Brad Pitt, and you will know the German reincarnated "rat pack."  George gave me Hitler's personal stethoscope to play with as a child.  The instrument should not have worked.  The round audio ring on the front was missing, but I still found the heartbeat on every patient I had from the age of three.  Before that, they kept me away from heart artistry because I would form a personal relationship with that organ, and it would beat back to me, even to Mozart.  They said I was an arrhythmiatic freak.  Oh well, I will continue to talk to chief, whatever that means to people involved.  Everyone, back away, and know that nothing is as it seems.

Wiccan Trash

It is a pretty oppressive day all around.  I heard the chopper this morning.  It sounded so close, it made me think of Indianapolis.  It was real and quite profound.  I was poisoned by a Wiccan spell this morning, and every time I tried to counter it, I felt ill.  I hung in there and cursed it away with pure rage.  At this point, I am becoming tired of being surrounded by uneducated individuals who sap off the system, and never give back in any way.  Well the caster of this spell is one of the most abusively fraudulent welfare babies out there.  If you want to talk about it, why don't you quit going behind me back, and say it to my face?   The reaction I should of had was rage verbalization and a desire to bash the witch's brains in.  I just finished my meal and went to my room.  Others can deal with the sludge that is you.  You really never should been born at all.  I guess I am just tired of being so nice to nasty predators like you that shatter all sense of safety and community in a vicinity.  Well, I will say nothing, but I bet others will come your way and they will be quite "curt."  My Line Deputy put a bounty out on your head today.  It may not manifest, but you may start to look over your shoulder.  I had nothing to do with it.  That is a law enforcement matter, especially in Muncie, and now Indy.  Well, I won't go any further into it.  You are too sick and twisted AND stupid to know that this is actually about you.

We Are Surviving

Every day, I just sit down to write, and I almost never know what I will write about.  I am picking up The Line Deputy of Marion County's rage at the field of anthropology.  Nationally, anthropology professors just know, anything The Line Deputy does is legal.  He thoroughly enjoys his work and he has a knack for killing proficiently, like a tribal chief.  He is sensing you all disrespecting them, thus he knows that you have never respected authority.  You are all delusional about your place in true hierarchy on the planet.  He also knows how you have acted since I was in Muncie, IN.  I guess none of the studies you do, and people you meet are real, and you are tremendously disrespectful verbally.  Line Deputy, you know that I can see your reality, but it is best not to put it here.  Just enjoy yourself and find inner peace.  So The Line Deputy is number two only to me.  His intelligence, and even approaching artistry, is infinity.  Line Deputy, Officer Chris Dunlop is real and you will be able to see him today.  He did get an anthropology PhD from Ball State, in Muncie, when we were there on campus together, but he gave it back today.  Dunlop, my work in anthropology was at Hamline University.  We studied a cannibalistic tribe (They were head hunters.  That is just a cannibalistic tribe who eats brains, mostly raw.) called The Yanomamo, in South America, and The Dobe !Kung in Africa that semester.  The first part of the semester I worked with a PhD prof studying The Dobe !Kung.  The second part I worked with a graduate student with no professor, on The Yanomamo.  I thoroughly enjoyed my work there.  The Yanomamo lived in a set vicinity in the rain forest, and The Dobe !Kung was a nomadic tribe in the desert, who was moving into a more sedimentary style of living. Dunlop, by merging the mystical and the material, in Muncie, I broke with my very stringent rules of political correctness and discovered that all people have the right to use derogatory terms, especially to ward off spells, curses, and violence.  We are going to win.  I think that people are starting to understand how exhausted I have been, and have been working hard anyway.  I will just keep this up, and Line Deputy, prove the usefulness of your "disease", and we will work from two ends merging to meet in the middle.

The Men of SNL Characterization

I watch youtube.com every day that I come to Starbucks.  I have fallen in love with three characterizations on The Saturday Night Live News.  The first is with Mark Zuckerberg, the second with Prince William and Harry, and the third with Donald Jr. and Eric Trump.   I think it is a child like innocence presented as the personalities of very powerful, and actually ruthless, men.  When I do telepathy and character formation with people, I search for this type of string at first, until the ruthless can be funny.  There are real reasons that we need the demonic to be seen in a person, but also bringing out a light that they have never seen.  I have worked with the characterizations of all of these men.  I worked with Zuckerberg on a computer project when I was acquiring a license in South Minneapolis.  A computer expert from the Middle East, I call him Shereef, helped us as well.  He is the King of all Saudi Arab royal lands and was educated, protected by his uncles, in Amman, Jordan.  He is a commercial pilot and owns the sheik plane.  He studies genetics in CA, and then became a neurologist in WA.  He is now the head of The Agency, a surveillance ring for elite beings, internationally.  Zuckerberg has stayed on board, and appeared to me when there was a Target Corp. conference downtown Minneapolis.  He walked by the IDS Starbucks where I was working.  He was with another techie walking and talking at the same time.  He comes and goes, and through a communicae with The New York Times, I gave him half of the stock with that company.  Prince Harry and William started coming through in Muncie, and then very much in Indy doing night street justice with me.  Prince Charles is my mother's cousin, thus these two are basically my cousins.  William found me one day at that Starbucks as well.  Minnesotans walk through without insight, thus they identify no one.  I worked for the "unknown" half brother of Don and Eric in Indy with a catering company.  Donald Sr. "owned" the building where it was centered through a very complicated lease that called for no satanism on the premises (to prevent fires).  This building was held by my trust company Taft Holding Company.  They had planned an Indy "The Apprentice" show that was to be all his kids, even Barron, and me.  The economy, there, at the time was horrible, thus he was proving that genius corporate business minds could spur on growth and turn around a local economy.  It worked for about a year after we finished the competition.  They did it behind the scenes and I won because I was able to even do their security for free with no known mystical ability being displayed.  These sons began coming through after presidency became their family.  In the end, they will all decide about me and telepathy, but Indy let them know to branch out internationally, no matter what people said, and begin to divest all mystical means to create money, or earn stock potential in this country.   I also advised to quit creating fluid bank accounts overseas, they are too easy to be detected by Peter VanNess and Switzerland thieves.

A Day of Observance

Today is a day that I can just be.  There is little to my thought processes.  I look around and see the diversity, and I think back to when I thought that America was beautiful for its balance.  Now that the mystical has unfolded in front of me, I know that a scene like this holds danger, thus it can feel like one does not want to be seen.  I am the frog in the water.  It is smarter to just keep acclimating myself to the water as it heats to a boil.  I will not feel the burn, I will just become the water.  Who knew that frogs are so philosophical?  There is a curse of negativity in the air.  I try to wall off my heart and dig a huge hole to put my inner light into.  I will then stay there and keep the warmth glowing on my skin.  I am feeling the moving between populations, and I feel lucky to be able to see, observe, and identify.  I saw one of the Egyptian royal twins on the bus.  He got off and the driver jokingly lightly played with the horn.  The Egyptian man just started laughing.  It was so nice to see him smile.  He is normally quiet and very serious.  The North Korean man has showed up again today at Fridley Starbucks.  He has a button down shirt that has some beautiful bright colors on it.  He looks great.  Today, because of some tunnel through, he is displaying that he is in some training for counseling, internationally.  I just sip my coffee and sit, allowing potential inspiration to move through me.

Hmong General Rinpoche to Rule Tibet From on High

I left one chief out yesterday.  He is important to my sentient nature, and my sanity.  He is a Hmong general who portaled to the heights of The Himalayans without his mountain people, from the mountains of Laos.  He quickly became God and, around me was labeled military Rinpoche.  This is why I did not mention him.  He became a chief, but it was connected to an established world religion.  I had gone to high school (Como Park University School) with the newly immigrating Hmong population.   I gave them a mystical gift of English in a portable classroom one day, and now they are all over the St. Paul Police Academy and force, and The University of Minnesota campus.  We also started a soccer team that was almost 100% Hmong, and now they have a soccer festival every year in Como Park. This Rinpoche does not speak English.  He travels with two high and holy Tibetan translators.  They are shocked every time he sees me because he does touch me publicly.  He is now considered mystical chief of Tibetan Buddhism, and finally he knows that I am The Rinpoche above Rinpoche who has been speaking to him at night.  I met and intersect with him at Starbucks Coffee in The IDS Skyway, and more recently, here at The Starbucks in Fridley.  He shakes my hand publicly and takes his middle mystical finger to tickle my palm.  He was then left alone, at the IDS Starbucks, to sit with me and meditate for hours.  He sits quietly as I do as well while I write and monitor universal telepathy.  All telepathy is actually English.  It prevents The Tower of Babel affect.  I have, through the U.S. Army, given him, and his chosen, all male tribe, the boundaries of the high and holy Himalayas.  They will expand space and time, and bring peace to the Middle East in their minds.  They then will experiment in time travel on this plane, setting up boundaries for the next plane a tier above.  This will be a deliniation they will repeat and experience bliss.  This man has kissed me on my right cheek twice, very publicly.  Once it was at The IDS Starbucks, and once here at Fridley Starbucks.  I smile and nod politely, acknowledge his worthiness, and then move on after I let his translators explain my state of being very flattered.  He is no longer lonely on the top, he now knows of masters in The Middle East.  His "spiritual cell phone" space will have a tower to reach anyone on the planet to do karmic investigation and justice through his newly acquired WARLOCKERY.  His tribe will wander and then walk into the distance and disappear to only images of ghosts and demons.  Follow at your own risk to your mind and soul.  He also did bring some women in to be with him around me a few times as well.  This is a special chief who respects my dignity, and my RESTRAINT, in public, and sexually.  Our relationship has encompassed about 5 years.  The last time I saw him, he was alone, and he was in the vicinity of The Starbucks Downtown Minneapolis by Target.  His military travels have made him very wealthy, but I just see a man in front of me who likes to compete.

Chiefs RIsing

Sometimes a piece of my heart seems to be stuck in Winter.  I trudge through the snow, but I cannot see the trees properly.  In the last 24 hours, I have been dealing with the incubation of all things.  At the end of that scene, I have come face to face with the tribes of the world and the chiefs I have met along the way.  I know that it is best to keep things kind of nebulous, but I must say that these chiefs are rising, and they, very much, know the demonry in themselves and their tribes.  The difference between a religious leader, is that these men are considered holy, but they are part of rituals, not religious ceremonies or services.  They do not profess to be a certain religion.  They also lead a nation of common people.  It is a group of people, who are not necessarily tied to geographical boundaries.  A political leader is specific land ties and possibly heads many different types of people.  My theory of separation not segregation fits their paradigm in the purest sense. Anthropologists need to get on their knees now, and use their abilities for the good of CHIEF.  Anthropologists do not exist as high on the energetic hierarchical scale and do not have the insanely intelligent and mystical means at their disposal.  They are also gifted at setting up a and maintaining a true energetic hierarchy.  Time has come to see these men in THIS country.  It can be a high and holy soldier who lands on an island and is deemed a god being or a HUTU  chief who hides in this country under the protection of the CIA who is seen as valuable for future genocides on his continent.  Many of these chiefs, even a Native in AA, operate as known serial killers by law enforcement, in modern society.  They also tunnel through "chief" of industry and use their hands to kill.  My co black op cop from Carmel, IN, is Irish KING Christopher Dunlop.  While I was in his vicinity, he was trying to tunnel through serial killers in the vicinity to keep a stable M.O. while trying different M.O.'s, personally.  If I was not there for an energetic feed, he would have gone continenet of Europe crazed and crazy.  They were experiencing a rash of these kills in Carmel at the time, and as their M.O.s changed and shifted, the population became more schizophrenic and delusional.  They all thought that they could make it in media and entertainment industry.  Well, Dunlop, the answer is The Chiefs: African, Jamaican, Mexican, South American, Cherokee, Ojibwa, Polynesian, Irish Klan Chief (I met him in Edinburgh and spent time at Glasgow Engineering School privately.), Somali, East Indian, Pakistani, and Saudi (with other Arab chief authority).  They are stopping these, primarily Wiccan and Satanist beings who would come their way, invading (with tunnel through and/ or disease) or slaughtering their tribe (thus putting them in line for next realm punishment), attacking their SOCIAL SYMMETRY, eventually if they were not taken care of it here and now around me.  I form the perfect "rat trap."  This "military" way to see genocide and serial killing started with my General Grandfather (my biofather), my father, and I in the 70's.  My grandfather trained me as a U.S. Marine when I had just turned 7.  We killed 18 prostitutes in a year who portaled in from Russian to his very defined international royal military base cabin.  It was a dragon's layer (thus unable to be seen or located) and a rat trap, thus it was marked to destroy any being who tried to get on it before they saw anything.  They all looked the same and were searching for my brother Peter, to DESTROY him.  HE is King Kamehameha.  Polynesians gave these Russian prostitutes the keys.  Peter was a solace to me, and Polynesians were just being exponential evil.  We used ritualized killing techniques and complete desecration of the bodies.  After this program was successful, we brought these chiefs here, near me, to do there best.  We called it MACHETE LAW.  I now become their attorney, being the ONLY Tribal Law attorney who is trained internationally and militarily (JAG).  Dunlop, put your PENCIL down.  The test is through.

Apocalyptic Anthropology Calls for the U.N.

My subject of Apocalyptic Anthropology is evolving. Tonight, I am drinking some Indian tea and reviewing what is swirling water to bring the algae to the surface for fish to feed. I snorkel there and great The reef.  I am now understanding that it is tribal authorities from world community.  I now acknowledge my relationships with tribal chiefs.  All will become one, internationally, through sane and metered telepathy.  Watch Kilhea erupt with the 40 earthquakes a week since it began and other seismic activity.  Earth is in labor. It is time for these chiefs to rise and come together to investigate merger and separation.  All know that these men are all brilliant in all four directions. Intellectuals work with the actual U.N. security counsel.

The Call from The Wild

In the hills, in Jamaica, there is a properly kept rain forest with a beautiful river.  Neill Marley goes there since I visited that spot, by myself, at night, in 1993.  A special bus driver took me there because I was experiencing the effect of too much satanism on my skin while I was there.  It became a spiritual retreat for his very devout Rastafarian community.  They have decided that even bathing in the river is blasphemous.  At night, Neill began to hear what sounded like monkeys.  It was the true animal nature of ailing Rastas, but just one blip away was their demonic core.  His home was in Negril, but he portaled effortlessly.  His "day job" was in the penitentiary system in Kingston as a line deputy.  He was my age when I was there.  We were 21, thus the perfect age for a Rasta wedding of heads of state.  I needed to not be asked.  It would have ended badly.  Maybe my ex, from Colombia would agree.  I am 47, and still unmarried.  Around me, the capital became unstable blaming Rasta chiefs for me and these other white studying their sea.  Rastas calmed this by walking through Kingston, NAKED (thus stamping out that they had small or no penises at all), with machine guns, smoking huge ganja cigars (thus pulling through the cigar wielding Cuba military tree.  It worked smashingly, and has become part of their "therapy" at The Music festival each year.  They have become part of a parade.  No rumors will swirl around that colony and subject of sexual readiness.  I never met him when I was studying in his land.  My whole crew of marine biology heads went to the Marley Music Festival (in Negril) when I was there, but I was sick that day.  We all were pretty high and mighty when we were there.  We went to a party in the hills when I was there and Michael Jackson actually sang.  His whole family is from Kingston. (Tracy Chapman and Reggie Chapman [from local cbs/ WCCO] are cousins to all of them too.)  Now that Joe is dead, I can put that online.  He WAS that bus driver and he also took me one day to their sugarcane (and marijuana) plantation one day and let me have a whole sugar cane stalk for free because I was sick.  It was the next night he took me to the river because I had missed the exploration their by my group because of illness.  In Kingston, Neill HEARD those animal monkey sounds though he was deaf, in the jail and penitentiary there.  His state of deafness made it easier to confront and deal with logically without fear.  He knew to separate the beings into separate cells one by one.  Even deification was not allowed.  I was not to meet him there, I was to meet him here, so that he can be where he needs to be today.  He is in Indy about to start this process with The Line Deputy of Marion County.  This is occurring there now after a huge electrical pulse HERE, in Fridley Starbucks, yesterday.  I hung up after leaving a message with my brother that was sweet, and BOOM.  All the lights and electricity went off and auxillary came on immediately.  Even the Saudi Chief left his seat to sit for about 15 minutes in the bathroom.  There is no animal tunnel through on this pen. monkey sounding reality, it is just inner beast on these homo sapiens.  Good luck guys.

Walking Through the Terror

I am experiencing a new type of mystical training.  It is the experiencing of truly horrific nightmares and I confront the place or beings that are terrifying directly in the dream.  Last night, the warlockery of Insane Clown Posse (ICP) appeared as a specter in the corner.  It was Violent J with another entity in ICP makeup and garb on behind him.  As I confronted the scene, the specter communicated with me that the endpoint of ICP is to appear to men in prison and terrify them to a point that they cannot masturbate.  It is to keep them safe and restore dignity to a cell block.  I thought that it was pretty cool.  After I solve the puzzles and confront these scenes, I wake up and stay awake for about 4 minutes and then I go back to sleep and my nightmares go away.  I have been confronting the creepy my whole life, but this confrontation schedule is speeding up.  I believe that it is because these are scenes of warlockery.  Warlockery is a confrontation of witchcraft.  When witches, especially Wiccan, practice in a vicinity, especially on me, warlockery results and will eventually be a terror that is constant on them, and will only become exacerbated by their continued use of witchcraft.  These witches are not really feeling the terror at all yet, about anything, and thus the onset of warlockery on them will be exponential, and they definitely will not be able to grasp a learning curve.  Warlocks are rare, but I call on a very powerful warlock, from Poland, who I met in Muncie, IN, named to Joseph Krejsa to meet with the top gypsy on the planet.  This gypsy is MALE (also rare) and is from Romania.  His name is Jullian.  He is now doing code delivery for The U.S. Army, and military tarot readings (only one per person and only top brass).  Both are international LAW ENFORCEMENT tree.  It is time to study the cross and divination of Swedish and Wiccan Witchcraft of the AAUW coven here in The Twin Cities around me.  Study its mystical, AND material, influences on me.  I think that the two of you can put the fear of God in their TREE, before they become kabbalists too.