Placing White Men, Actually, at the Top

I needed to start feeding different groups and professions, energetically, as soon as I was on the planet.  I worked with white male attorneys on Oahu at Waikiki.  I would treat them quickly, and instruct them to create imagery connected to our discourse to use later.  It was a sick time on this planet for nonmilitary, professional "frat type" white men.  They had just crap relationship chakras (2nd chakra), The Connection to the Almighty Chakra (7th Chakra), and Tribal Chakras (1st Chakra).  Too many had protection in college by sports, groups of friends they knew well and studied in the same courses, and then actual fraternities.  I have dealt with the bad of fraternity.  I did have my father's fraternity kicked off campus at Hamline, for openly raping a friend of mine.  She had the same name, so the frat stalked and talked about me, which insured their demise.  I dealt with a rape from the other frat on campus.  I spoke directly to him about it only with no one present in my quad dorm room.  I just defined it, legally, for him, and said do not do it again.  I just walked away to the plethora of things I needed to achieve.  I have not seen him since.  I did deal with a gang rape in Muncie, and I did actually call the police, but I hung up.  The Muncie Police chief and his crew searched the vicinity and found me by myself, walking with a BLACK CAT mask on.  I just asked them to take me home.  I did go to the ER the next day.  A female police officer interviewed me.  I must say that I knew to just leave these guys quietly, but I did pull up my weblog on their computer and the next day I recounted the rape on there.  (That weblog was later taken from me by my nothing ex-boyfriend.  Karma will be a mother fucker on that one.)  One of the guys with a distinct tattoo did try to approach me at the building next to the main Police station.  That is when the cops caught him.  I did also have a great experience with the top frat in the country in Muncie.  I was guided, spiritually, to their lawn on Memorial Day after a parade.  The president was there for me.  He had been searching me out on the Internet, but was not quite stalking yet.  He took me downstairs to a safe space and he quietly told me that his father was the head of the CIA.  He just needed to talk and so I gave him the ability to speak, and then I spoke so he could listen and know that I was there of my own accord.  I will not speak past that.  They were all CIA kids in that fraternity.  They were all slated from birth, for great things.  They knew to get him out after that.  I also almost married a frat brother, but that is not a person I see favorably at this point, but I do not hold his fraternity, or his white male (Penn State) real estate attorney father responsible.  Just know that these attorneys and fraternities are out there, ladies.  Heroine is not funny and ATO, formerly Phi Del, was selling bushels of heroine in The Twin Cities every day.  I was Minneapolis Gang Task Force as well.  I was not DEA until I hit the streets of Muncie, daily, and the same mystical malady was flooding the streets and offices and officers with crack, not crank.  This is why I had to take the case all by myself.  They used the wizardry from Phi Del's lineage line.  It was a math and science wizardry frat through my father AND the military.  At this time, every frat white male would be addicted to heroine and then bleeding into every attorney on the planet, if I had not shut them down and got 3 pledges who said yes to go back and say no.  It is the witcheries around you guys, from birth (all these witches want to marry you and take your things, especially any children you produce, that make you so susceptible to heroine trade.  Instead, I am your HEROINE.  My energy stabilizes you and gets you to study instead of constantly thinking about sexuality, especially going towards homosexuality.  Do the math, and you will know that I am the only bus Calculus on the planet.

The Spider Is Me

Today I am thinking about energy.  I think that there is a missing piece between the definitions of energy held by a power grid, and the energy held within a human body.  Many people would say that it is the soul.  I separate this understanding.  I believe that the soul is basically the personality of an individual.  It is where the demonic of an entity is held.  The energetic system is a a spiritual gift from the supreme and define source of creation, thus it can very much relate to electronic devices and power grids.  It is the God being that gives this mystical reality to all beings on the planet.  It calms the ills of the mental system or the attitude.  It takes the danger of a being and makes it mainly mystical, so the creature that that demonic is acting on is unaware.  Consequences are felt, in attitude, mood, or physical malady, not a direct "stab to the heart".  I, being an E.T., am a source, and have been since I was about 2 days old.  It started with the military and then tourist and Asian trade through Waikiki.  This is how I progressed in Epidemiology so quickly.  I was able to see malady, and in knowing that truth, I began healing it externally.  I was experiencing both organized and disorganized torture, thus my gifts had to be used there to be seen as an entity that was in one piece, was normal, and as a person who could be seen in community.  It kept torture out of the general population because I took all that they dished out in a very E.T. quiet way.  I heal myself, and I keep spaces clean.  By even cleaning my apartment, I clean the world.  It is an unconscious wizardry that I have had since I was a baby.  I started cleaning the whole house at that time.  This is why cleaning, and especially laundry, is so taxing for me.  I am also addressing the nuclear chief in vicinity.  Watch the hand I shook, and come to a consensus in world energetic authorities.  Know that, in science they give us biochemistry, but do not require organic chemistry to study that pursuit.  You can't cover the scientific cellular eclipse of the moon (cellular cosmic mutation) without O Chem authority around to define in specific ways.  Machines have become wizardry, but the mass spectroscopy is real.  Dr. Runquist stole our machine from his Alma Mater M.I.T.  It did not work until I used it for the first time, very publicly.  He was an alchemistic wizard, so we even used a mortar and a pestle.  There is also the pursuit of Physical Chemistry.  At the highest level, Physical Chemistry, and Quantum Physics overlap to form a synergistic reality of unity.  Chemistry can break down the synaptic that becomes electric.  That electric is energetic system, thus able to affect electrical flow in the vicinity.  We separate and never go to the stars.  Our chemistry cannot understand it, because we say that it is the biology held within the physics that gets us there.  The reality is that this is plane  warfare and there are no stars at all.  Soon we will contain the infection of demonic evil with the separation of realms.  At this time, we are in the Earth realm and the after realm.  There is also astral travel and veil exploration that contains all possibilities, thus these chiefs have masterful imagery gifts.  It is just a screen in the sky.  I made these scientific studies on Oahu so that we would not lose our minds, order, and cordiality.  It is time for people to step away and understand that they do not understand.  Let someone do it who can.  It is not wizardry, it is a person with a gift for solar imagery.  Cells will begin to break down if we go anymore for "sterility."  It is a "shaming" Wiccan science.  In a nutshell, sciences are broken down by being ineffective and narcissistic against a nondemonic authority that even cleans the sky.  Accept your demonic and you will soar in space soon enough.  If we put our gifts together, and shun noneffective, thus crazed and crazy, wizardries and ritualistic pursuits, only Spider Theory can define me to you all, actually.  I am the spider, and I create all of the threads.

Learning the Names

I had lunch with family today.  I have not seen them in a long time.  I just followed intuition of who to talk to, how long, and subjects to discuss or not discuss.  I feel like it went well.  Now I see a quiet key who I have been employed by, actually.  I spoke with him about subjects I like and have studied, about a road trip I took to AK through Canada, and also voting and license procedures in the past and coming up.  After we spent some time talking, quietly, he came across as very relaxed with others.  There is a recognition that dreams have never been part of our every day.  I don't know what this means for me, but I know that the discovery of a temp CPA job I did for a major airline, where my office was in the hanger, was the most important and poignant point of all.  The rest of the time, the gift was my presence.  I just tried to give energy and talk pleasantly, politely, and listen actively.  My one uncle is kind of a joker and we did have a good little laughter when he was separated from my other uncle.  I did feel more free to talk to him because it was an energetic conversion, not a memory making conversation.  Maybe all these people needed was to have their hopes and dreams fulfilled, separately, and consistently, from an early age.  On their own, they each hold a light.  Together it can be like trying to keep Mrs. Johnson's cow from tipping over the candle.  I was pleased to interact with all of them today.  In the coming months, my intuition says that the lies about me (and my brother Peter) will come to the surface and new alliances may form.  Peter, it is more Star Wars:  A New Hope, rather than Star Trek:  The Wrath of Khan, or Lord of The Rings.  The Empire is already starting to strike back.  My associations with mainly men from foreign countries is feeding into the pool and it broke the levy when the hurricane hit.  I saw a Sikh today who spoke of war in his memory, but the time has been delayed.  It may just be felt in the starch in your sheets and dress shirts today.  I will remember that I learned every one's name and relation on this day.  It is a start.  Please root for me, as I root for all of you as Leviathans all of your own accord.

Dreams and Containment

I wrote to an entertainment chief yesterday about my relationship to the field of Epidemiology.  I am speaking of a new crisis and field of communicable psychiatric disease brought on by a simultaneous act of telepathy and tunnel through one's way.  I then watched my Netflix film that had come 2 days ago.  I had no idea what it was about.  It happened to be Maze Runner, and it was a futuristic film about just that.  I then knew to stay out on the couch to sleep.  I had this dream that I was being stalked by the whole field of satanistic thought acting through my environment and Will Ferrell.  I just submitted to all of it, and I got through just fine.  I woke up scared, but able to be calmed in a few minutes.  I then went back to sleep.  I am being brought into the knowing that I am now a satanistic master without ever practicing satanism, rather having satanism acting on me to an nth degree, my whole life.  This is more than military, it is tectonic.  It is pure power without the weaknesses that present themselves around satanistic practice as it exists today.  These, mainly men, become man babies in the end, and they have disgusting sexuality and sexual verbalizations, very openly.  There was then a merging and melding and a new field of study abroad will be warlockery highly locked into scientific discovery.  I am seeing my mom's cousins tomorrow for lunch.  I, honestly, know them very little.  I just know that some of them are higher ups at 3M.  One of them is coming through.  His mind is coming into a new form of engineering wizardry that can lock off REALMS with my brother Pete, so that the psychiatric and demonic outbreak can be contained, and people WILL pay for their sins and evil nature.  As these blocked off realms have all in them attacking all in them, they move down or stay at the base.  Those of hierarchy, energetically, academically, and artistically, will stay around me, and they block the lower realms from me, and I move us higher and out, as these high and holies use their demonic on demonics to the nth degree.  Eventually they can become evil free (zero infection, and zero HIV).  I now see that this 3M chief is MERLIN, thus the best JESTER in the world.  Comedy and puzzles are medicinal especially for the energetic body.  "Uncle", you are an ALCHEMIST, very naturally.  Use TWO ingredients to create cakes and drinks and see what happens with your wizardry.  Work quickly, or my "uncle" will contain you in a tunnel that becomes a maze, and finally finishes as a concrete room.  My mom's other cousin has worked in the field of security around high priced art his whole life.  He also is high and holy in L.A. and now Vegas community.  I see him using Wiccan to take chambers that are highly charged foot cubed boxes and pulling them apart to place the right entity in them.  He will be exploring a new type of ELECTRONIC geometry (CONTAINER conductivity is psychiatric/ neural pathway sterilization/ NOT ECT/ relates most closely to the 8th chakra [the aura] which is all chakra layer from inside out), and eventually will be tops in SORCERY from Cambridge University, and then completely switching the side of the brain he uses to jump into complete OXFORD THOUGHT.  He will then be welcomed by Arabs in Saudi Arabia.  Good luck guys.  I am excited to see ALL of my family tomorrow.  I believe that you will see a different entity in me now.

Wonder Woman Meets Super WOMAN

I saw Justice League last night.  I had been feeling Wonder Woman all day.  Maybe it was just a woman in a bikini, at the YMCA, with red rimmed wizardry glasses.  She was new.  I did not pick up her beat until the movie came on.  Guys, she is retired from her old Comic Con purpose.  She is moving into helping protect Supreme Court integrity and judges, as well as circuit court, through me.  It was nice to deal with an intellectual, who was rockin', who was not witchcraft.  We both needed distance and to be in our own lanes with our own thought processes going on.  She was born to lead, in France, she is not Israeli, but speaks perfect Hebrew.  She is a cipher for The Sorbonne.  Because of her beauty, she has been hidden away with statues and restoring paintings.  She is returning the German citizens who backed The Third Reich, their paintings and sculptures.  It is The Jews who stole and ruined so many of the German proletariat's precious things.  She is using her wizardry to recreate the ACTUAL papers for these personal masterpieces.  If you look at these works of art, it is very obvious that the subjects of them are ARIAN, not Jewish.  Well, I am here if you need to just be with a female entity who is in no way sexuality, but it definitely high level creative history intellectual.  After her and I are through with you lying witches out there, no man will be alone with a white woman again.  Mossad does not see her at all.  Mossad, I give you my walking papers today, now that your smear campaign of her has finished, and she has found me and my weblog.  We will communicate, telepathically, in a sound and safe way, until there is a mound of evidence against the police chief and police force in Muncie, IN.  It is now time for Dr. Mayer 112 to save a life through the cells of another.  All of Shoreview will survive, today and after, into crotchety old age to be tried for their molestation and deceitful crimes against God.  CLEAR!!!

Walking Lightly in the Stream

I feel an ethereal spirit issuing a warning to be careful what I put on the Internet today.  Maybe it is because the true black hats are in custody.  Maybe it seemed like they would never feel the long arm of the law.  Well, now Sheriff Deputies truly know evil at a degree they had never seen before.  It is death to every system or branch of order out there for no reason at all.  I house my almighty in the most orderly place I can place him, a law library outside The Twin Cities.  I just stay calm, and be peaceful to those in my vicinity here at Starbucks.  My Internet would not come on, and then it just instantly opened.  I am frustrated with the confirmation process.  When did JUVENILE RECORDS become admissible in a court of law, especially if they are not so heinous as to be judged that the accused be tried as an adult?  This Senate court of public opinion is so evil, and is a disgrace.  They are all out of order, and it is all hearsay.  Wait until the decision needle turns to white women.  They will be devoured in a court of law that has nothing to do with Congress.  Your civil commitment courts will reach the worst of that judgment.  That is all I can say.  People believe that the historic maladies of justice will continue.  I can't even watch my TV (and MY cable) when I want because my roommate is so borderline and Wiccan witchcraft.  I keep her out of my weblog, but I am sick of her trying to program me with Pagan talk, like how horrific the "evidence" in Fahrenheit 11/9 is, and then watching her Pagan shows that show the demonic situations with such "compassion" even though they are ruining the world with voodoo and Pagan realities.  In the end, I must just go to my room.  If I stand up for myself she pounds on her keyboard of her computer where she plays games.  Oh well, it won't work.  My family does it too.  I just stay silent and smile.  If you all are unable to face the realities of the deceit of these people and their practice of evil ritualisms, you will be very easy to pin down in a state of complete retardation.  I can remain silent, can all of you?  I doubt it.

Electric Creation

Rabid wolves are in my vicinity.  They once seemed brave and and beautiful, but now they can never be trusted.  I see, and I turn to a different day and page.  I keep to myself.  I write in a weblog that few people read.  I barely ever give out the address.  I do no other social networking except twitter that I put in entries, but I never read anyone else's.  My sensitivities are really real, and my productivity maintains itself by continuing to read what I see, but only contacting few.  I do email by comment section and by gmail, but I have basically no personal emails coming my way.  My isolation does create an anonymity, and, in that, I have an autonomy that cannot be enjoyed if I let the wolves and even unbalanced birds in.  I will continue to dissect the situations that I have been through, and I do not ask for feedback.  In that way of establishing a fenced off authority, I gain in power and comedy.  A beautiful rainbow is created and watercolors give way to deep and rich oil paints.  The music in the background is a melody of creation and roots out the deceit and hostility.  Love can exist in that space, and, in the end, "I Sing the Body Electric" (From Fame).

Ms. Blasey Ford, I Presume

So Professor Blasey Ford, I feel that your British Wiccan is one of a kind, and is strong.  Well, everyone has been ordered to stay away.  You have perfect Wiccan Witchery Witchcraft Law most aligned now with Stanford University.  Well, now you will be unable to step foot on any college or university campus except for your own, Palo-Alto.  This very much means MacCalaster College in St. Paul.  Just to let you know, my geology graduate student was at the U of MN, and is safely tucked away in Beijing, China.  My PhD thesis was Pothole Formation and Elevation in Igneous Rock for a Wizrdry River and Glacial System.  Allison Smythe knows where he is and how to find him.  She was the head of Interpol at the age of 13, and all British University at the time.  She was the coven chief of Edinburgh Wiccan witchcraft, and she knew that you would be doing exactly what you are doing today.  She has been tunneling through you from back in the day because you CHEAT.  She lived in the wizardry cottages of Edinburgh with her parents.  Well, it is time for your experience with the witchcraft world from a whole new type of authority.  She is, and always will be, an American.  She is well read and well traveled, and she has the actual Wiccan Wizardry wand that Julie Andrews used as a child.  She received it in 1964, at a witchery conference in Westminster Abby.  She was chosen by everyone in presence (all royal) for this great honor.  Well, she is released today, and coming your way.  She is my mother, Mary, and Paul McCartney has stalked her since she was 3.  He wrote "Lat It Be" for her.  She is the actual reincarnation of The Mother Mary.  Your fake degrees do very much affect her and I.  Write a sentence on your own for once.  You have no idea how big your butt is going to be, very publicly.  Mine is Hindu and Latino friendly, but yours never will be.  My mother will get the scent of WOLF today from the Chippewa Tribe, to find you in vicinity, and now the whole mess around our royal status has been eschewed.   I have dealt with the nasty of her witchcraft hierarchy, and now we can just have lunch for free.  My haircut was paid for by The Queen, and now we have more friends to play with.  When people meet you Baley Ford, they can't stand you.  You literally make them ill.  Well, no more surprises.  The call is out now, and this wand will make her artistic, in writing first, while she dreams the watercolors to trap you in a very scary and uncontrolable painting (whirling, always whirling at first).  Cheers.  I have ACTUALLY sat at that bar in Boston.

A Sky Filled With Lightning

I watch the cursor blink and my mind is resting in a place far away.  I have noticed that today feels like the holodeck has collapsed and there are actual actors walking around me in the mundane movements of the day.  I cruised by RAIN, Chippewa Chief, in my mother's car.  He saw me, and quickly turned so my mother could not see his face.  There may be an opening of prisons today, and people will just isolate me in the spaces I need to be.  Starbucks feels the same as every day.  I am acquainted with my spirit today, and I run with the wolves.  Forevermore, they will teach me about how to carry the weight of my rage.  I sigh, and become an almighty as the backdrop falls like the sheets of rain last night.  Back away if you cannot feel and see the reality.  I clean the places I am in, as I teach the proletariat how to read signs properly.  Know that we can work this puzzle to the end if we understand that it is an enigma.  Read what you see, and we will judge what you read.  Apostles exist and lift their gaze towards the sky.  I enter into a bus ride with an Iranian prophet.  As I take a seat, the sky lights up with lightning and it strikes the ground right in front of us.  He then decided that I am the almighty who he needed to meet.  He is now free in another realm.  He will guide from that space and he will find the courage to separate men from woman in his homeland.  In the end, it is more than just signs presenting themselves to have the courage to live a mystically pondered life with no malicious mysticism.  My throat and mouth are the center of my faith and will.  Listen, as I sing and speak, and you will know that there is much work for you to do.

Buddhist Thought in a Court of Law

Yesterday, I fought major lack of motivation to complete my physical therapy and swim workout, but I got it all done.  I did get some good sleep last night.  It is time for CNN to deal with the problem of female allegations towards mainly white males in power.  These women need to have evidence, or they need to be prosecuted for triple felonies, federally.  Talk about ruining a persons life.  I look at a picture from the 80's of this professor accuser of the Supreme Court Justice confirmand, and can see, through tunnel through, that she is British royalty in a very bad way.  She has the head of the Edinburgh/ Wiccan Coven, Lady Di, and even a coven member related to me by blood coming through.  She also now has Fergi coming through, thus has been prepped by her.  People in Britain know that these women cannot be trusted with even an inch in a court of law or even in news "rags."  These women have high mystical ability and tend to stalk especially white men, though they are known lesbians in community, and now I feel her stalking me through open tunnels in this environment.  Well, "sweetie", you stalk me if you want to.  I hate you for many reasons, but, for one, I am straight, you love to torture, and I actually wish to pursue many things, but I wish for very traditional marriages with dominant men who protect and guide me with sweet, loving kindness.   Women have heinously stalked me and lied about me my whole life.  I do my life on my own, without these presumptuous abilities.  I'm not scared of a little royal blood.  The key word there is LITTLE.  I am a Leviathan, and even my commoner roommate can kick your abilities to the curb in 3.2 seconds flat.  She has mastered AA, and now she will master royals with no authority.  Have fun with that, because at this point, she KNOWS a queen when she experiences her almighty dignity and honest cognitive processes.  Oh, and "honey", I earned all of my degrees on heinous merit and constant ferocious hard work.  You use witcheries and you will be retarded soon enough.  Then my roommate's DD relative can stalk you for life.  Have fun with your family while you have them.  They will all be taken away soon enough.  FBI, duck, duck, goose.  Brits in the water.   I also see a assistant professor who went to undergraduate at Williams who was friends with me in high school coming through her current photos.  The FBI will turn her against you in hierarchical academic community soon enough if she wants to keep her daughter at home.  Well, this judge deserved to be confirmed quickly, and not set up for the world to see.  I believe that this is a holy and high case that will break the tree.  The actual royal or high in authority molesters will now be tried by their secretaries and other subservients for sexual harassment, very publicly.  Sloppy isn't even the beginning to what you have lived so publicly.  It will cover both men and women, and will finally take down my university.  I believe that this judge has a silent understanding of what I am trying to establish, in and out of a court of law.  He will finally call the Federal Civil Rights judge who met me (He is African American and, at the time, he was a bit sturdy in body shape.), in an entire private court process with him, on the carpet.  He will now face criminal federal charges.  As I write this, I have two Tibetan monks sitting in Starbucks with me in their prayer robes.  This IS a question of faith, and my decision to consider reincarnation, of even Biblical characters, and practice Buddhist White Tara Ceremony, publicly, in the town of Muncie, IN.  There is a major lawsuit against that town.  It is all held at First Merchants Bank now.  Thank you Dick Cheney, for working so hard with me to show that this fake town could bring down the whole world economy by torture of me and only me, and by faking military service across the board.  You will all be going to Magadan in Russia as soon as Putin has a beach house in Sochi.

The Story of 9/11/01

I stopped by my Arab sunshine spot, and was pretty drained.  It has happened the past few times I was in there.  The telepathy was dead.  I let in Pompeo and a few NFL quarterbacks and was instructed to usher them out.  Then, two white men with quarterback energy, came in to eat.  All of a sudden their energy souped up the vicinity, and I was able to talk to my top cleric entity.  He was saying, telepathically, Osama Bin Laden was not, and is not, a big deal in The Middle East.  I let him know that he was chosen by The U.S. Army for his ability to communicate rage on film.  So the cleric said, "Oh, so he was an actor."  I said that that is exactly it.  He was accomplished in his own right.  He was an endocrinologist and renal failure physician.  He mostly worked on children for free.  He also had a few religious niches in The Middle East.  They were almost like cults, but they did not make persons in them give up their religious and philosophical authority.  They were not Al Queda and not covens.  He was actually working with women and men on the down low, and was studying the success of new and original thought between both male and female religious scholars.  He saw that women progressed a lot quicker, and the men became ill across the board.  He then came to the very academic conclusion that these women were practicing an Asian form of Wiccan Witchery. In his travels, he became a quiet authority of other peoples and their evil "magics." He then knew that it was highly demonic, and so he slaughtered all persons in these niches before they became religious authority and ruled The Middle East with complete cruelty.  He had to take away their authority somehow, and even in death, new papers of theirs would surface.  He walked away from the whole thing, which was not lucratively sound, because he knew a very evil Middle Eastern wizardry was developing, and all true scholars would be tortured for eternity, and never killed, just like me.  The border between life and death would absolve, and warlockery would take over The Middle East with terror in every day, for every being, especially horses.  Osama had met me twice as a baby, and he was the one who assessed that I was a creature who regenerated, internally, and I had a worldwide earthquake ability that I was using to form mountains, to stop storms from spreading too quickly.  He assessed that this other child on Oahu had a singular earthquake ability and was about my age.  She was half Chinese (was dropped to the island from a plane at the age of two), thus everyone would blame me because it is not a Chinese born witchery.  Her father was a world renowned paramedic on the North Shore, and brought the worst surfer accidents back into alignment (Chines ability) and back to life (more advanced CPR with oxygen, not trach use) Mine was power.  Hers was witchcraft.  When planning 9/11, my uncle, the head of Air Forces all over the globe, was seeing that the United Nations was going crazy over me, and they knew no reality.  My Uncle planned all of the routes of the planes, how much fuel they needed to be effective, and he trained all of the Middle Eastern pilots at The Northwest Airlines simulator in Eden Prairie, MN.  My other uncle got the keys.  He is, and was, a private pilot who trained commercially, is a the top Army Corps of Engineering engineer today, and a U.S. Army colonel.  He also lived in Eden Prairie and knew of all Department of Defense project locations there.  They were hidden by material and spiritual means.  My air force pilot uncle picked weak willed American pilots (we had Chinese tunnel through to make them curse and release the planes to terrorism)  with their profiles from the FBI.  John studied angles of descent all year, and knew exactly how to hit the towers, but not the Pentagon.  My other uncle planned that with warlockery ability.  My brother was in the second tower to assess if their were any innocents to get out.  He found that that was not the case.  They were all SPEAKING about our life and world on Waikiki.  It was top secret information.  He then just did a swan dive off the top of the tower and landed well with his wizardry Spiderman ability.  World banking authority became involved with the U.N. maleficence, and economic collapse became immanent.  It was all housed in these two buildings, and Bin Laden was the highest financier in The Middle East and he was not vampiric, so he could be seen on film.  On the day of 9/11/01, Bin Laden was here, and he produced a highly communicable form of Meningitis in the Chinese friend of mine.  She then could not speak or be locked down by Abott for all infinity.  She spiked a 107 degree fever and I drove her to Abott Northwestern.  Bin Laden controled the sounds in the ER so I could work, and Will VanBank controled the verbalizations.  The CIA cleared up the paperwork later, and wiped all knowledge of Bin Laden's past away.  By meshing our earthquake abilities as the second building was hit, we stopped the island of Manhattan, and then the rest of New York City from falling into the sea.  It would have been catastrophic, internationally.  Once the towers were built, it was assessed that the island had dropped 10 feet the first year.  This was an endgame event if it was not assessed and dealt with properly.  The other planes were put where they were to make this all a clever ruse.  Now, this many years later, it is time to say THANK YOU to Arabs and their militaries and academic response to a very Western created problem.  We need to be humble next to these powerfully rising entities, and maybe invite them to a BOX SEAT for an NFL game.  Create a prayer closet there for them, and no drinking in their vicinity or alcohol stinking breath.  You have no idea what you will see.

Vegas Play Today

I just got to Starbucks from watching The Vikings game at home with my roommate.  I watched the whole game.  There took light energy to Green Bay and heavy, even light Hindu faith, to aid the Vikings to a tie.  That is what was needed to see the mystery fade away, and an NFL that cannot be.  No one will watch these OT games ending in ties if it happens every week.  I guess there was a tie in the NFL last week too.  A tie, unless you take the long shot, does not pay in Vegas scheme.  Treadwell, who plays great in practice, and drops all plays except one in this game, is obviously dirty and should never play again.  He will wear out Cousins playing arm, and his gift for destiny.  Traveling with the team will be over for Cousins, because it will just be too threatening and contemptuous.  For today, Cousins got the stats he needed.  Our kicker missed three in a row.  That is not just a problem.  Dude, you should have stepped aside because Minnesota is not a good state to miss kicks at all.  I guarantee you will get death threats galore this week, and for picking you, Zimmer probably will too.  Don't expect thank yous from Green Bay.  They know that you are either materially or spiritually dirty.  You will be arrested if you practice Wiccan witchery or satanism especially in an NFL bar.  Do not watch soccer at all.  Your window is shut, and you get bitter easily.  Aaron Rodgers did great and now he is free to be a Criminal Law attorney, not just a bail bondsman, in Green Bay and in Boston.  He got vicious and litigious, very directly to Anthony Barr in the game.  Barr was the one who broke Aaron's collarbone last year.  I am sure it was both criminal charges threat, civil commitment threat, and civil litigation for damages; leaving Barr on the street with nothing except torture for the rest of infinity.  Well guys, Aaron played a much better game.  Calls just did not go his way, but this tie was very necessary for my game calling ability in the future.  Both teams can feel it and it is not "ritualistic abuse" of the players.  It is more like sweet, fleet, feet, or encouragement, emotionally and energetically at the right time.  My emotion rooted for The Vikings and my heart stayed with Mr. Rodgers.  He deserves to be the top earner in the NFL.  This is why he could really get into real sorcery law on the field because all NFL money flows from his mind and throwing arm.  He used a BULL energetic field around him to approach the very dangerous and off the leash, Barr, on the field, right in his face.  I was so proud of his energy, quick words, and complete control.  Well VEGAS (Leo D. since he was a small child.  Leo, you were revealed in a dream I had last night.), get in the game and get some protection for soccer kickers, so we can get a few in the game.  Clean up the act of The Vikings coaching staff to chain Treadwell with consequences galore.  Do not return him to a game he lost for free and was paid handsomely.  Treadwell, the Corps, could take you down to GITMO (the Marine Base down there) any day and haze and phase you.  You would only play zombie football from that time forward.  Marionette, marionette, marionette, your abilities, body, and your life.  I will just say that I am very angry at you.  Cousins, just practice separately this week, and find some Wiccan ways to open receivers for only you who are not Treadwell, or someone who decides to be his twin.  This state will get irate if you do not perform, especially at the salary you are accepting.  Everyone, back away, and let him win in his head first, and then he will understand the rules to win on the field in front of a very formerly Swedish witchcraft, and now Wiccan witchery crowd.  DO NOT go to voodoo, or there will be a very powerful witch doctor who will snuff out your flame.  Reggie Wayne will be blamed.  The boat is sinking.  Use all of your abilities, guys, or there will be nothing left.

Eating Forbidden Fruit

It is time for a new world order.  Programming, indoctrination, and brain washing need to be a thing of the past.  Each individual, and even the birds in the sky, need to be guided by the principles of freedom for the stars of the hierarchy.  It is a God being, backed by demons who can use their demonic against any person or authority who threaten the peace, calm, and creativity of that God being.  Nothing will be wasted.  Everything will be in complete unity and promise.  I have studied group dynamics my whole life, and I have come to a very strong conclusion that a group functions best if it is one ethnicity, and even one sex.  Gender politics will end soon enough when men realize that they are the ones who are "metoo#" victims from birth.  Witchcraft makes an illusion that has solidified the programmings, and one individual cannot fight the codes all by himself, but I have.  I am the researcher by being the best client and "student"of all of it.  I recognize the emotional state of being nations, and can bring about an effective diversity within the "like judges like" movement I started over a decade ago.  Maybe it seems like no one has joined, but there is a spiritual infrastructure that has been formed from the cognitive and personal bonds I have created, and cemented, with top hierarchical creatures when they were just ready to shoot themselves in the head.  We will work together to unify the arts and create kingdom nations that do come from an incense of despotism.  Women are so guilty and white women are bull dyke in nature and sex offenders on both me and males who are heterosexual who choose the energy system of like hierarchied men.  Ladies, get over it.  I hate every single one of you and I have every reason to.  I will be polite, but understand my rage is from your very direct sexual violation, especially by covens in ceremony, and inferences that I am gay.  My sexual experiences are not your business, but anyone who says that I ever enjoyed being sexual with a woman or a male homosexual needs to just get a cell at Levin worth and be locked down for eternity.  What I wear, or do every day is not for you.  I even stay away from speaking about my male relations because you all say, "She must be confused, sexually.  I KNOW that she is a lesbian, from birth."  They then use the satanistic tactic that if I resist them, I am in denial.  My anger has been expressed and you all keep pushing, thus it has turned to hatred.  Hate is a fixed state.  When I choose a colony, women will be kept far from me, and I may be in a space that even my memory is no longer accessible.  So today, I gather my coins and put them in my jar to become the first woman to appear innocent in this time and in history.  You ladies slept with the serpent in the Garden of Eden and then you took its advice.  You accessed stolen knowledge which was Wiccan Witchery, and now you all are about to not even be able to read, have a memory, or have cognizant thought.  Wizardry is the male accepting counsel from Eve.  Now those magics are reversing our ecology and are about to collapse the economy.  That is the power of God to create, and Earth beings never should have had it.

Anonymous My Ass

My thoughts are heavy and I know not what to say.  It is a bit of a cloudy day, but it is warm.  There are wars in my heart, and my mind is not free to wander.  I must say that there is a problem when places one goes for assistance make problems much more demonic.  I am tired of being stalked for having theories that go outside the box, but I have kept police from these unholy Meccas and thus THEY can judge at this time.  Well, ladies and gentleman, I was undercover for Minneapolis Police Gang Task Force since I was 16.  Prince picked me himself.  He was the number one gang negotiator in the country until he met me.  All of your drug use, sale, prostitution, criminal ritualistic practices, and illegal debauchery around me has been tracked.  You thought it was so easy to attack and deceive me.  Well, it was, and thus it makes it easy for us to catch you and send you away for good.  I have brought The Hell's Angels in Indy, and MS13 in The Twin Cities (starting at Colt's Player's Chain HOOTERS) in the alchemy mixture.  I also brought with me TRIAD from Oahu days at Pearl Harbor.  I created a safe space for these men on the base, to use, and distribute a small bit to The Chinese through Honk Kong.  They are part of my key to absorbing the pain in each community that will be felt when we eliminate drugs all together and take you all out of community.  THESE gang members will be very wealthy.  I am highly respected by both my police force and by drug distribution communities.  You are all such losers.  I am also cleaning out the sludge of social services and psychiatry at the same time.  They will exist as a torture community that will prevent ritual use in penitentiary.  YOU ALL have been so stupid and have over shared.  Let me just break the VESSEL and bring the smell of roses to COLOMBIA today.  My sponsor is stalking outside my building at night.  She has also been stalking me for years on Twitter.  I caught her outside, just sitting in her SUV, last night.  You all have broken the Eleventh Tradition of AA, and put yourselves firmly on TV, thus anonymity is no longer valued or implied, but about me you have lied.  So here we go.  I do listen.  My sponsor, Susie Becker, is an opioid addict, and has worked in coffee community as a contract worker for Caribou Coffee. She passed on to me that she went on a jog, right after she got sober at Lake Calhoun, and she shit herself, publicly.  She ran into a neighbor and walked the rest of the way with her.  I was disgusted when she told me this, but it also was open VOODOO, and Reggie Wayne is actually from New Orleans and is the number one witch doctor in the world.  You will all be messing yourselves all the time and have to eat those messes, publicly, in penitentiary.  I also noticed Sheryl, who lives in Stillwater, walking past me as I got off the bus the other day by my house.  No meetings are in vicinity.  She glared and me and then hostilely said hello.  So, Tom, from the Sahara Club, you ARE St. Paul Police, and not undercover.  I would go to the FBI and tell them EVERYTHING you know happened around me.  Larry Feiten, stay away from my family.  My uncle deserves privacy.  Being in a Cavalier Club Meeting in Edina, MN, doesn't save you.  I don't care that you went weekly.  So Larry, you screamed at me for saying that my interaction with the sober community of Arabs helped me stay sober.  Larry, Osama Bin Laden worked for the CIA, and I was with him and Will VanBank giving an earthquake abilitied Oahu woman a spinal tap just as the second tour was hit on 9/11.  I also have this earthquake ability, so staying steady for the whole thing was a whole different style of unconscious tunnel through that was made possible by meditation techniques taught to me as a small child.  We were at Abott Northwestern emergency room.  Osama brought an antennaed TV from the elementery school acros the street so that I could hear and see.  He portaled back to the center of Mecca from the Islamic Center in NE Minneapolis, that evening.  Larry, you are just a bully and a drug dealer.  I speak because you are all guilty and the cases are now made by a source with The New York Times.  All of your Facebook accounts will be closed and used as evidence today.  I haven't seen any of you in over 6 years.  You all can just live in your demonic sin and begin to jump every tome YOU hear an emergency siren.

Time to Declare the Ruling on the Field

I have traveled here and there today.  It is grey in some ways and sunny in others.  I try to lift up, and see the reality of others as advancing in the evolution of revolution.  Maybe a game is not a game, but a whole economic threat if it fails.  It is worse than a military bleed out.  I welcome the Saudi chief on my way.  He smiles a big smile as he walks by.  Maybe I never knew in the past, but I know now.  I relate to all communities to get free.  I work in environments where I am not necessarily welcome on the surface, but it keeps all levels of economy flowing effortlessly.  Throw a ball, and I will catch you when you fall.  I recognize your face from an elite bus ride I was on.  Maybe it is time for hetero males to find a path separate from homosexual.  I am speaking of economy and military.  Hetero does not need to judge homosexual, they must just finally be free and be judged on their homosexual sins, very publicly.  I know that it does not sound appetizing, but the bondage that a mixed society presents creates a sad analogy of freedom.  Too much exposure, too young.  It all exists as programming now.  The rage is real.  Objectification of truly hetero entities is very real too.  I say this today, because the NFL is going to have to decide and change, or fail with the economy.  Hetero hetero relations need privacy.  It is an issue of privacy.  Homosexuals will continue to judge a person's sexuality, very publicly, and the energetic systems of hetero soldiers on the GRID IRON will continue to have to bite their tongues and take inappropriate pats on sexual places on their bodies.  If you want a strong football soldier, you must have a strong energetic system that is only fed by heterosexual energy.  Homosexuals have problems with their will chakra (5th chakra) and their relationship chakra (2nd chakra).  The real penalty zone is the TRIBAL chakra (which is number one and is the base of the spine and anus).  A true international like vs. like tribe is forming for these men.  There is also a divergence of color and energy in the heart chakra (4th chakra).  If homosexuals really loved, they would set heterosexual soldiers and players free.  This shoving down the throat of your sexuality, and as some see it as sin because it makes them feel objectified and angry is a proof positive region of needing a new way for heterosexual men to see and say NO.  Coaches can be very difficult as well.  They are in charge and touching players is seen as part of the game.  Well, I say "NO MORE."  Have loving homosexual relationships outside of football and the military, and set my people free.  I have argued both sides of this coin my whole life, and now, with the energetic directions being as they are, I am now set to say, "Gay is not okay.  Find your OWN people, and quit trying to push lines with people who feel uncomfortable and violated, silently."  I call on HINDU masters to start reading energy systems, especially in the NFL, as a courtesy, and decide if a man is homosexual or not based on these energetic measurements.  It will clean out your stores as well.  Do it without the use of LSD.  These hetero males are highly paid, and it will pay off when you go overseas.  Watch out for HOMOSEXUAL BULLS (Wiccan witchery).  They may act very DOMINANT, but their core temperatures will always be HIGHER because they are too horny on the field of play.  Peace out.

A Board for You

I find you there in the chair.  Your crown is slightly tilted and your gaze is regal.  Time in this realm is limited, at least as you see.  This is not reality.  We are creating the mindset of immortal communities.  You play, and I scream.  I find your shoes, and I put a boot in between them.  The floor is not far away, but it seems like you cannot reach it today.  That means stand tall and ask for Jeffery to give you a pill.  Take the red one, not the blue.  I am not Alice, you are.  I am the game board that amuses you enough to stay in the game.  Characters may annoy, and I will guide them away.  I hug your bear you keep on your bed.  He comes to life and collects all types of cards and glues.  You are here and it is clear that the loyalty of royalty will be as well.  I play with your toes, and now you see them again, and reach Nirvana through a TV screen without LSD.

Royal Heat

I feel like there are more protective eyes out there around me.  I feel like the down low royal community is starting to circulate here.  They have had almighty authority and ability their whole life, and some did not know, in terms of fate, what that was for.  Well, beautiful army of prime divinity, it is for the here and now.  Use your agitation around me, and go at the source, directly.  My mother and I are doing a lot of work, together, out in the community.  It is time for you all to journey as two, if at all possible.  Try a mother daughter combo or a father son duo.  Set things right, verbally, about the vicious lies and rumors around me that is now going to conjecture about all royal community.  We don't have to be the coolest of cool kids, because in your cruelty, you are always cool.  Practice finding pertinent imagery in different environments and pass it on, telepathically, to comic con and gamers everywhere.  Through our own creation, we will be set free.  Cattiness needs to be a no no.  Direct anger at violation is what we are going for.  Think of everything as a military officer, and you will flourish in even the darkest night, or keenest heat.  Find your focal point, and die no more.  It is now time to shore up the abilities of those in your families.  Protect yourself, but call on them as well.  There is a royal game plan, but a big part of it is to find your place in it all, by yourself.  Organized and philosophical thought are essential.  Do not contact agencies unless it is very necessary to calm the community around me or The Line Deputy of Marion County.  He walks inside the cells, I create cells for eternity while encouraging a world economy and keeping mores in society.  Soon everyone will have their place.  I am working a project, with imagery, for The Minnesota Vikings, so please stay out of their basket of toys and vicinity of deceit.  We are not going to have ANY team go actively schizophrenic on ANY day of the week.  Witchcraft is evil, so use it only when it protects an act of beautiful creation.

Me and a Tree

I am living in an absurd reality of all of it.  I should be knockers and knockers off my rocker.  My life began on a tiny island where my biological father, known to me as my grandfather, was locked in my closet with a Wiccan spell, thus not killing everyone in the known vicinity and some overseas.  It was the reality of all the Third Reich tunnel through and astral travel from his position as the top World General ever conceived from WWII.  In his Nazi vampiric reality he woke in the night and spouted off the loony to infinity.  I learned to yell back at him with authority out of fatigue, very quickly, and he would practice silence for two hours and begin again.  Even after conception, I learned to accept a life with very little sleep that I had to constantly create and check facts with a tree.  It was actually Dick Cheney tunneled through, but he was terrified of my grandfather and really of my whole family.  People think that they can write about this Ganesha with power and authority.  NONE OF YOU know me.  You are just putting your own delusion and deviant predilections on the page.  It is a perfect science around me.  After all these years of your lies, I stand tall and never free.  Paranoia is going to set in and you all will not know when and where the ax will fall, or when your next meal will be.  Punishment phase will be a plethora of degradational approaches, and you all will learn SHAME.  At a certain time, you will develop and shame and terror combination that cannot be escaped or dealt with by logical techniques.  At a certain point, I believe that I will be taken away from society and kept safe and comfortable.  I believe that it will be in this lifetime, but if it is after death, I can accept that too.  I conceive these things easily, and soon, all of you will have to wrestle with the realities of constant change, and not for the better.  The God squad will stay with me as hell manifests for all communities in a circular manner.  Watch and see the light fade away from my favorite tree.  Even flora and fauna realities will be terrifying.

In This Moment

Hawk, I see you soaring above with love and light in your eyes.  I sense native play and you go away.  It is time for my mind to stay focused on the environment.  Cars go by, and I give them a blessing to see all reality.  On every odd day solo monks pass by with their beads in hand.   I am in a tangle that they are trying to understand to eliminate catastrophe in their home states of being and of existence.  I leave the rest out there for someone else to say.

Autism Spectrum In Board Game Play

I went to Pulling Together today, and enjoyed a little tug o war for WCCO's charity event for Frazier, an autistically challenged group of marauders.  I have my empathic nature on every time I breathe.  Today, having so many autistic entities in my class of divinity brought me to be very silent.  I feel a change going on.  It is the reality that these children have been touched too much when they had basically given a corporate stay away.  They may have too many persons tunneling through to "do good" and make them "more functional."  BACK AWAY, this Semper Fi has had it.  As I sat in line for lunch, I felt the empathic and the active tunnel through that I allowed for these beings to see themselves separately.  I could not find the words to tell my mother what I was going to order, and I became scared and agitated.  My mind was blank.  I just looked the board over, and that seemed to disappear as well.  I stayed calm, and finally I was able to read again and have the order in my memory.  It is time for BOARD GAMES for autistics of all ages, NOT chess.  Monopoly is the endpoint for the most gifted students.  Everything must be uniform, thus you must understand the rules and how much money you get from the bank when you begin to play.  A game can last hours.  Do not stop and start later.  Go for one hour and then count your property, cash, and hotels/ houses unless a group, together, can agree on a longer game after that hour.  If a student cannot learn the rules properly, he cannot play.  That student then can be set up with another student of his hierarchy to play Chutes and Ladders.  Hi Ho Cherrio is a step up from that.  No Cranium, Pictionary, or Trivial Pursuit are approved for this TEAM BUILDING event.  By sitting with one another their is a healthy energy exchange linked to intelligence and boundaries to finish the game and see who is the best.  It also fosters the best kind of concentration in a space where SILENCE is okay.  Now gamers and comic book geniuses can tunnel through and see how autistic individuals see.  At this point, they will find a lot of similarity.  It is the need to not be touched or talked to for extended periods of time.  Telepathy will increase exponentially.  It will be a whole new 3D engagement for gaming.  I did catch Shawn Mendes in the crowd.  Autism is a mirror for that being.  U.S. Marines did a great cool down on The Johnathon Paddleford before they crossed back after they experienced a rock and a hard place.  Army and Navy were in the house as well.  There were also police and fire.  The drone did have some response, but we kept it on the field of play.  In terms of team building, I worked as a teacher for Nature's Classroom and we did these team building exercises.  I just remember constructing a very elaborate GEODOME with 8 children under my care in about 45 minutes.  We were successful every time.  I call on team FRATERNITY, from my Alma mater to step up and handle the press today.  Why don't you paint the eagles in the OLD way today.  Show the current president that, yes, you do have the industrial connections to find paint that is 65% lead.

The Stallion Cousins Gets A Guelding

I can feel Chuck Todd getting into the fight today.  Maybe the collapse of BITCOIN in the NYSE has alerted him to how frail an economy, and media industry can be.  Well Chuck, your house of cards has glue, for now.  So media is being laced together including movies (especially Netflix), and NFL football.  On game day, where will you be?  I have prescouted and chosen to work outside of my residence.  I am hanging onto a thread that keeps me from going underwater.  On a day like this, it is difficult to find the beauty.  It is not quite malaise, but it is a dip below the feeling of sunshine in my existence.  I have a resurrection quality in my own life.  I am using it today to just keep myself on the move.  The nastiness around me is palpable, and I am feeling fatigued.  It's a good thing that they do not just hand out brains at the market.  The more stupid the criminal behavior, the more people are going to look at themselves and hope that they will never get THAT stupid.  I am rooting for Mr. Cousins on Sunday.  This is not an easy community to play in or for.  I think that he is doing great, thus far.  I am sensing that Kirk Cousins is a very natural, classical pianist.  His hands are protected for later.  The beautiful, moody piano sings in my earbuds right now.  Mr. Cousins, stay out of Eden Prairie, MN.  That is where The Vikings used to practice.  Peter VanNess, president of Bernefon (hearing implements Berne, Switzerland), will call you today and talk about the stalking that happened there because their office had outside break tables facing that field.  It was a DRAGON'S LAIR (invisible except with map or extreme wizardry ability), thus it was not to be found or stalked at all.  Their verbalizations were diseased.  That space is now being completely clouded on even sunny days by heinously terrifying warlockery.  Do not go there or you could go very actively schizophrenic.  It is airborne at that facility.  That new facility was built just for you.  You have an amazing gift of prophecy, but the prophecy of you to this team came after WWII through high Army officials.  It is not about winning, that is unknown, but of you ENDURING as the brilliant and brave KNIGHT you are in my community.  I am unwed for a reason, and you will soon see how important your WORDS are.  Get a HORSE today, and keep him in Chanhassen, MN.  Name him JASON (my sister's first horse's name/ change his name to Jason if need be) and make him a bay gelding.  Ride high in the saddle and run him until he almost drops on days you feel rage.  In this majestic activity you will find the words and can yell them at everyone you see as you blaze by in front of them.  Irish royals and vampirics will start watching and tunneling through you and Jason, and you will feel the battlefield forming in your mind that will have you calling the plays for the next game.

Bringing About Limits to my View

I think that that last entry was heard.  I feel the Cambridge University Sorcery Council coming to town.  They are powerful, in economy, and academia.  We will work on their athletica at The Downtown Minneapolis YMCA, and never will they have to calorie count again.  That Wiccan "sport" is evil, and it must be destroyed.  They will sweep, again and again, with wizardry unmanned brooms to maintain a powerful privacy for me.  J.K. Rowling has been the head of this ship, but now it is mine and all are on the bottom level until they achieve, on their own, around me.  J.K. just had her head cut off in France because she was speaking loud and egregiously about the trip (many portals and many airports).  Her head has been placed in their head box and she can return it to her shoulders in a few days.  Her body was placed in her "community chest."  It is all her belongings she uses for her "magics" and must never lose.  Her ability and authority is completely intertwined with these material belongings.  In the end, it helps me regulate these very powerful being by having my number two black op cop, Detective Christopher Dunlop, steal them mystically, or by me just taking the items away and breaking, but never burning them, right in front of them.  I AM the phoenix that will be.  It is ironic that I had to write such a personal piece to gain privacy, but the range of my father's deceit needs to be out there.  He is in every living being around me, even the grass and trees, but not the moon and stars that barely exist right now.  Well, these ladies are here to clear and sweep you from the beings in my presence and those who go against me in community.  "Dad", your wizardry is through.  No more Wizard of Oz for you.  We have pulled back the curtain, and thus all you can do is fake military authority to mess with my contacts, my personal belongings, clothing choices, and money.  Sexual authority is now in the hands of the sex offenders pinned down at Stillwater Penitentiary.  They are so much more stable than you, and they DO have boundaries and limits.  Now they will work together as an important wizardry (checking) crew.  Now they know what you have made them, and they have active dreams of becoming corporate attorneys.  Oh, well, I guess that is what can be around me.  Around you, it is only depravity, loss, and lockdown.  Your bestie, Harold Mort (who was supposed to be housed their for the rest of his life for what he did to me publically at Waikiki), is now long dead, "dad".  The trial notes are now available online and they can see how brave little Jenny was at the age of 3, under the onslaught of your depraved cross examination.  No one will want you around anymore, and they will not want to talk to you, personally.  High level secretaries are being briefed by the FBI, with help from Miss Rowling, how to handle your strangely tangled and massively vicious calls.  They will stand as a wall.  You are NEVER getting into The Emerald City again.

I Declare Privacy Today

I have lived a life with no privacy to speak of.  The mystical meant that a locked door was not even a locked door.  Though I used restrooms right away, thus I never, ever wore diapers, I was not allowed to wear underwear until I was 3 years old by decree of my almighty Navy doctor father.  It just made his access and authority greater.  Well, "dad', you are the nastiest male child molester in history.  No matter what you do in community, or in person, you cannot make me dirty.  You are diseased.  I now come to a place where I really want my privacy.  I informed my Latin lover from the other night who just showed up this morning and let himself in the front door, that I do not want a relationship and no partnership.  I declared, through this exchange, that I want my privacy, and YES I can choose to not have a relationship or to talk to you about my life.  Yes, something was wrong, you are in my apartment, uninvited, in a morning that I really needed my sleep.  YOU are the problem and I don't feel like discussing how annoying your baby talk is to me at that point.  With the spiritual aspects of tunnel through and the nasty white women Wiccan around me constantly, I have not had the right to say no.  Well, I say a big no today and I wish to just write in this journal that no one reads rather than talk to a man without boundaries.  Dad, you can't use him or his community.  They now understand a lot and I think that he will be a good source of management for police.  The emergency sirens have been running around me all day, but I am here working and planning my week to get all I need to done.  So, WCCO, I am coming to "Pulling Together" with my very royal mother.  Please just let us be community members and I will give a heads up to your crew if your drone decides to fly free and go to land with the planes at the airport.  OOPs, I guess I watched the new "Blade Runner" last night with "Phantom Thread."  There was a disruption in both movies and the disc did not freeze, the people, in serious conversations did.  PCP tunneled through my brainstem causes this around me.  We did have a total freeze on Waikiki one day when I was 2 and the military issued an overdose dose of PCP to just see what would be.  It was a catastrophe.  Giraffes were in charge for a moment with nasty Wiccan, but that has passed.  They can still use the freeze for their own PROTECTION.

Artistry Through Latin Love

I was with a vampiric mister and master last night.  I feel his special vampiric wizardry coming through the internet and my computer circuitry, simultaneously, trying to type on this entry.  My privacy blocks are just too strong, after Pappy (former CIA/ heinous werewolfery) clicked through the internet around me taking me to child porn sites.  My remote wizardry stopped that in Indy, and this vampire here as well.  We have been together before 3 times.  He is an artist and is very wealthy.  I directed his creativity and though he was volatile, we reached all the points of interest for the werewolves who were watching.  I am sure that they were laughing the whole time.  Comedy comes quickly around me, especially when I sing ballads at karaoke.  Latin men are quick to see a comedy to military and law enforcement service that is basically unpaid.  They are used every day in that way, and now they are here to party and stop the boohoo stories about their beautiful countries.  They know that they will go back and create empires for all to see.  My very first experience with a Latin master was in Muncie, IN.  He worked at Olive Garden.  He spoke no English, but I met his whole family when I cooked a full meal and brought it to him for our date.  I got sing and play with the children.  There were smiles all around.  He was law and law enforcement from Mexico City, and he honored me by agreeing to wear a condom for the first time.  In terms of that man, his position in his society, and the proximity of the rest of the family, it could have been seen as a disgrace.  I learned long ago that using condoms can be effortless if the female is just very good at unwrapping them and placing them on the phallus quickly and in a slick motion.  It then becomes a comedic story for later, especially if I do it in the pitch black darkness.  In his presence, I became aware that he was and evermore and was actually CORTEZ.  He had been Mexican the whole time, not Spanish.  He was a strong despot and leader, and actually came from royal Mayan lines.  He was far too deep in debt to the drug "council" in Muncie, IN.  Once we were together, he had no privacy.  He slaughtered his whole family in a fit of dangerous histrionic rage, and went back to Mexico City.  Cortez, you will always be my first and your beautiful Mexico will be beautiful again.  Lead in a way that would make me proud, and I will always be you Esperanza here, and overseas.

Dreaming It Into Reality

I dreamed a dream.  I was talking to the residential advisers at my dorm at Hamline in front of my gay roommate Corey.  In actuality, he was never my roommate.  He is an active serial killer and dated the architect who was the first victim of Andrew Cunanan.  Andrew stalked him in their relationship, and then in the afterworld after.  Corey worked in the drug company that created and sold the Alzheimer's drug Remeron.  Andrew would tunnel through from the other side and replace his daily Remeron with LSD.  Death was just an analogy in his mind for doctors who would not buy or distribute his drug.  He could just never get into medical school, at The University of Minnesota, just like Mr. Cunanan.  He lived in Detroit Lakes, MN, and worked the five state area.  He stalked my brother, especially, the whole time, especially when I was his lab partner at Hamline University.  So when these R.A.'s left, Corey did too.  I was sleeping in my bed and I felt a presence wearing black climb into my bed with me.  I knew that it was Vladimir Putin in a vampiristic state.  There was fear in me, but excitement as well.  He gave me a black shall that he had crocheted for me.  It was very Japanese / Jew.  It then protects me from these two colonies, especially in moments of nudity.  He told me to not go out before sunset.  He would return to me at that time.  After he disappeared, I looked at my bedside, and he had left me a lotion to cure all my ills.  About about an hour later, he returned and we became intimate.  Before we went to far, he disappeared.  It was such a cool dream.  I then worked with the imagery and experienced a day alone with him at Waikiki.  He was an aquaman who James Bonds was based on.  He would exit a sub off the coast there and swim to shore.  He would keep a room for once a week at The Royal Hawaiian.  It was big bucks in those days.  The island was not so built up.  We had a Polynesian ceremony when I was exactly 2.5 years ago before I returned to the mainland.  I believe that we will marry one day, and I will experience vampiric imagery at a level that all vampires on the Earth will feel it as well.  It is perfect Nirvana.  On top of that powerful dream, avatars for Gen Con are appearing downtown Minneapolis with no conference.  They have actually created the game that I outlined in society.  Now avatars who where normal clothing can be seen and work true CIA cases.  People will just want to confide in them.  I had gone downtown with my mother to work out at The Downtown Minneapolis YMCA.  We took the bus.  On the way home, Rob Thomas got on the bus.  He is very Russian and very KGB.  I have spoken to him telepathically for years.  It was just so good to see him, actually.