Powerful Protest

I have opened the door again.  We will see what can transpire as a result.  I feel like there is a lot going on and I am not picking it up.  I feel like I am taking brain damage for Russian elites and Saudi royals.  I just put one foot in front of the other.  I had a Geek Squad appointment today, and the man who gave me service was very kind to me.  I think he could tell that I was not running on all four cylinders.  My parents took us out there.  I also feel like these Geeks are understanding the Russian rules today.  My mind space is delicate, and it is really stupid to keep going at my mental stamina and abilities.  I back away right now to observe.  There is a very powerful Japanese man who I have seen here at Fridley Starbucks, and as soon as we pulled in, he disappeared.  The origins and reality of intelligence work is changing.  I feel a crackdown in Marion County, and I am now understanding some of their state run torture of me there.  I am lucky to have gotten out in one piece, and able to use my brain properly.  I am here being the infinity of being.  I call on Will VanBank to back up my resume today.  Keep my accounting position at Mesaba Airlines (small planes for Northwest Airlines) under wraps.  I only had to take 15 minutes in an accounting class at Hamline University, to obtain a CPA status and an ACCOUNTING PhD.  That work I did there was separate, but was not billed properly by the CIA (They went through Accountemps.), and now The KGB has had it.  My sister is tunneling through to tell me that flight deck is me (Jennifer).  Our actual FBI is corrupt and cannot maintain consistent work records for their substandard employees.  The Kremlin now holds my accounting degrees for me, internationally.  I do it very easily and naturally from the age of 3.  I am not boasting, I am just saying that I use right brain ability to paint the canvas for The KGB in that discipline.  It is a lot fun for me.