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.