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.