Bringing Light to Your Side of The Street

Egypt is coming onto the page today.  I feel there is a balanced view there about Jewish community.  Egyptian boys must accept their demonic very young, and work with it constantly.  Jews never do, especially in The Middle East.  At this point, Egypt has stayed out of things as they release their evil towards the creator of the stars.  The STARGAZERS rule their colony from behind the scenes.  They know that to progress in the world, they need to stop putting things on TV.  The Jews are the "poor me" of all colony.  They commit acts of especially molestation, in ceremony, and then they wonder why their strongest males walk away and marry shiksas in Unitarian Universalist tradition.  The children are then raised with no boundaries, and sex is all that is in their rituals and thoughts.  Education in both UU and Jewish communities are fake.  I have had some very prominent NYC Jewish families be very kind to me, in person, being generous on Broadway and in meal sharing.  I studied The Jewish Movement in WWII, extensively, during World History at University School. During Jewish Studies, I did extra credit for my own edification.  I watched the entire Shoah miniseries on PBS, and I read Night, by Eilie Wiesel, along with the given coursework.  I was always haunted by the wiccan image of a toddler being hung, publicly.  He struggled as his neck did not break.  I understand it all in spotlights and mirrors now.  All of the Wiccan is now clear.  I also lived through a Shoah service in Muncie, IN (I had only been in a synagogue once.  It was a Unitarian Church that was a converted synagogue, in The Twin Cities).  I went to drink the tainted wine after the fiddle stopped playing, and my glass broke.  I then went to Cheeseburger in Paradise, and my Jewish server who liked to talk to me about psychic things, had been taken to Ball Memorial because a glass of wine shattered in her hand, at the same time I had mine shatter about 7 miles away.  She was 8 months pregnant at the time.  The sad truth is that that is not my general experience with Jewish community.  They have harmed me from day one, and affected my education and dating life.  They have tortured with Navy community, and they continue to say they are the innocents that are slaughtered senselessly.  NO ONE is slaughtered senselessly.  There is violation you see and violation that is mystical and also hidden to common society, thus media in today's view.  Once a community violates a person or community for long enough, violation follows.  Pittsburgh is going to have to clean up its own Jewish problem.  If you touch your children publicly, Washington will prosecute immediately.  We will let Unitarians take the social service keys over national, and then international, Jewish community molestation and "belt strap" training.  Guilting and shaming you can do for free, because all of you in society, except alien me, do not feel it anyway.  It is time for Melania to go back to Slovenia and judge the Jewish invasion in Eastern block countries.  Russia will handle Russia.  Jews have NEVER, even in The Old Testament, respected geographical boundaries.  They speak ill of the alive and the dead, constantly, and accuse the innocent when they are so guilty of what they speak of.  I was raised by a German World General who trained me in all aspects of being, thus it was the highest training of diplomacy, and the key in it all, is the proper investigation of history.  Jews always win, thus they have formed so many lies in our annals of history, internationally.

The Language of Me

I started out the day under the weather.  Even the weather was under the weather.  I feel better now.  I feel the trudge, trudge, trudge in my step.  Clouds reflect my inner life.  The full moon was so beautiful this week.  At a point, it was low in the sky and a bit orange.  In the last few weeks, I have become aware of how amazing it is to be able to spell and write freely.  It actually takes a lot of simultaneous connections in the brain.  All of these words are listed in my spectacular vernacular, and the spellings, mostly, come pretty easy.  Years ago, I met an owner of a publishing company centered in London.  A while after I met him, I felt him come through and express that people can't usually edit their own work.  He thought that I was working with a writing company like The Loft the whole time.  I did take one class their about writing one's own autobiography over 15 years ago, but I wasn't too interested in working further with them.  I think that world community is impressed today.  With all of the spiritual warfare I do, I am still able to write quickly and evolve in different areas of thought.  Ritualisms my way definitely go after my grey matter and neural pathways.  Every day is a new day.  I do warn people, especially today, to stop using Wiccan witchery against me, and especially Pagan satanism.  The boomerang of my sorcery defenses are about to explode more than just glasses and bottles in your hand.  It is best to start to turn off these abilities, and to maybe use a little borrowed wizardry to write.  The words on the page mean something right now, but that is about to not be for the general public.  Excessive use of electronic devices for knowledge, or even spell check, can take away from your ability to spell and remember things properly.  Know what is important, check a few things a week, and learning and memory as we know it will continue.  Good luck and God Speed.

Knowing the Unknowable

Abstract arguments are difficult to keep structured.  How we learn, achieve, and be, comes to a differentiation of infinity.  Stress can bring out our best, but it is not always something that people can see.  Within me, there is a complete plethora of avenues to absolve the reality of defeat.  Sometimes there is nothing at all, but that is not a minus in the net worth column.  Practicing accounting, corporately, was lovely for me.  The environment was clean and the hanger was technical.  Flying was always in my blood, and now it is in the air itself.  I will be on a jet soon enough, and Mr. Cheney and I will test all of you.  Maybe, instead of pilots, we shall bring about a whole new birth of aeronautical engineers, midair.  We put 2 in the column, and bring it to an exponent of 3, we get 8.  This accounts for the tunnel through of all beings there.  I spoke today for a time to new being in my affairs.  I link the corporation of Southwest into the success of their airline and project, to be uniquely tied to this being's success with our project.  It is just another place to be.  It is sheer enormity in this community.  Everyone tests me, and I rise to be what he/ she needs.  It is time to rise, actually, and be able to land in one space that is not a time place.  We don't want to be on the Manifest.  We wish to go separate of PCP.  Pilots need to be clean and sober for a week, and we will soar to create an angelic side to all involved, on the ground and in the air.  Flight is now at risk, and the realms are shifting around me, as larceny predators ran straight through me.  The CIA is on this project, especially today.

A Guiding Moon

There was a moon of glory last night that is named in the ode to Hunter.  I looked at it in the sky and found the solace with the man inside.  Light winds brought some cool, but the leaves dancing around was pumpkin sweet.  I sit in front of the TV and learn the happenings of the day, and I feel that everything is going to be okay.  Race has, once again, come to the page.  I am very much expecting people spewing hate my way, when they just won't read it properly that day.  Everyone is responsible for their own attitudes and actions.  Knowing the realities of race for white community is not racism, it is evaluation.  Speaking and behaving kind to all in vicinity, and online, takes an enormous amount of energy.  I have done this my whole life, but I have had real problems with black community listening properly, and continuing to gang up and be abusive to me.  I have plenty of reasons to hate, but I work every day to just be elite and clean with the person in front of me.  Then, there are Democrats who speak ill of me, and bring violence my, for having an intellectual view and opinion on race and community.  They have no idea what it is like to be raped by a hammer by an African American gang, and afterwards still continuing to treat African Americans with respect and compassion.  That is just a MOMENT in time in my life around African American community.  DEMOCRATS, deep down, especially in Minnesota, are actually the incredibly racist ones.  Play your games, the moon won't care.  More importantly, the stars of Egypt will continue to come my way.

Black Supremecy

I was having nightmares all night about African Americans coming after my rights and delivering terroristic threats my way.  These are Black Supremecists, and they start from birth.  They learn to find the blacks in the room and relate like they have known each other from birth.  Verbally, telepathically, and through gestures, they plan larceny, dehumanization, and violence on whites and other minorities.  I walked into Starbucks, in Fridley, MN, and there were 3 African American teenage boys drinking large water.  I knew they were up to no good because they mocked with Pagan Satanism and a little Wiccan.  Anoka County has been seeing an increasing violent, physically and verbally, teen Black Supremicists in the last few years.  They snuck up to the counter and grabbed a handful of tips with all of their ability.  I called them out, publicly, in front of everyone.  They tried to verbalize that I was lying, but the thief couldn't get the money into his baggy, saggy jean pockets.  He then rushed me as they ran out.  My Chung Moo is so strong now that he couldn't even get within a foot of me.  That is certainly going to hurt all of them next week.  They may loose their teeth.  I was a little shaky, thus I knew that they had illegally pulled through Jewish community satanism of a legal variety.  I will continue to explore race matters in Apocalyptic realities, even as you all threaten me.  There is very little left, and if we do not fight, it will be anarchy on all society.  I call for African Americans to reign in their own and call for ORDER in a court of law.

Scottish Rite Leads to Ireland

I am writing a little later tonight.  It is just coming up on 7 pm.  My swim today was pretty stressful.  There were a lot of people in the pool, and I kept hitting my neighbor and the lane line.  I sit tranquilly, here, at Starbucks, and open the gates for the words to flow.  I am not feeling much alliance with any energies right now.  Silence is all that is coming through.  Earlier today, I fell quiet and had little to say.  I was finding myself not speaking.  I feel like there is a testing phase going on for me from afar.  Even in pain, I move through instead of trying to go around or quitting.  That is the winning way.  It is easy that I have dealt with torture, daily, since birth.  I am what this group needs to see.  Guys, watch out for David Letterman.  He will steal everything I own in terms of gifts and abilities.  It will start with gentle suggestion, until it is full on rape every day.  His CIA credentials have been rescinded, and now he is full on torturer of anyone I identify as Interpol.  They then come my way.  Mr. Letterman can't even be seen in public anymore.  Since I say that, he will get out of the box one more time.  His connection to me is through my first stepfather who went to seminary at St. Mary's at St Andrews University and became CIA at the age of 16.  He is not Interpol, but his friends like Craig Fergenson are.  He was the prized lead in a beheading society run out of Edinburgh.  They would portal in by the castle and then behead as many vagrants as they could see.  They thought that it would make them royalty one day.  It actually just infuriated the queen who marked them for death, but never followed through.  He then worked with Mr. Letterman, privately, to learn the Scottish way and accents.  He is not Scottish Rite, but he almost got in when I was in Muncie, IN.  This is a huge reason I needed to get back to Indianapolis, IN, and move into an "industry" apartment, that was not a condo, downtown.  The apartment had been moved brick by brick from New York City by immigrant Irish workers back in the day by Taft Holding Company.  The Scottish Rite Cathedral was 3 blocks away and I toured it once.  I just walked in and quietly just saw what there was to see.  So maybe I am Scottish Rite after my adventures is Edinburgh, Scotland, and my torture by the vampiric lead Kenny and his IRA alliance in Glasgow, Scotland.  I also connected the rail line from Aberdeen, Scotland, to London, England.  My Irish eyes are shining today.  My hair looks red and my eyes look green.  Just know that I never take LSD, and I never hallucinate.  I have been an Irish Princess since birth, and I will be the first and only QUEEN that Ireland has ever had.  I will lead regardless of the fitness, mentally, of The King.  The calculus of this equation integrates me in all community as The Vampire Queen.

Meeting People Along the Way

All around me is a carousel of people under cover checking out the scene.  I stopped at McDonalds and there were two older women getting in there to be encouraging and ready to use their abilities for The Grand Plan.  They were fierce, but adorable.  It made me miss my grandmother and my two great aunts.  Then this Tibetan monk came in dressed in the saggy pants and general casual attire.  He is new TRIAD and will do great things in his new society.  His mind bends time, but keeping those pants up, even with a belt, was nearly impossible.  There was also this adorable probably three year old little girl.  She also was under cover for the police with her nurse mother.  The mother looked very fatigued.  I am guessing that the little girl is not getting much sleep.  It is telepathy in the vicinity.  Someone around her, probably a teacher, is abusing this sweet being with Wiccan, thus she must tunnel through special people and give back telepathy, in the night, to not be accused of abusing people in her vicinity.  Her mother could now see.  "People need to speak DIRECTLY to ME!!!" is what the mother is screaming.  She is so angry.  If not taken care of immediately, she would have been accused of abusing her daughter, sexually.  She just allows her to wander a bit around and discover energies.  The little girl will now not have trouble with wetting herself, publicly or privately.  Sheriff deputies, do not go out on social work calls, or on wellness checks.  Social work in MN, IL, and IN are now under investigation by The FBI.

Rich Empathy

I am in the mind space place of the very very old money rich (East Coast).  Because my core is empathic in mimicry, I have had it.  I have been used my whole life to make people very rich and rich people richer.  I have basically lived in low income, but highly educated homes, and after college, until now, I am living in extreme poverty.  Well, I have gotten it done anyway.  The military in my environment and my soul created the illusion of stability.  I was pushed to try every activity, constant musical study ( I played the instruments that were free from my school/ B flat and F french horn and viola. I took piano lessons for 6 years.  I also studied voice from the age of 3 on.), do activities that were charity, and compete, very physically, in every game available, even board games.  I challenge the new P.I.'s to find a credit score better than mine.  All of my college loans are paid for.  I was educated publicly, so that every person's child could receive a superlative free education regardless of income or ability.  I gave ability for free too.  Well, I just let the Kavanaugh family come through and judge the matters of law and estate, and people are going to lose everything soon enough, but not them.  Survival depends on one's ability to serve, because I am through being a pawn for all of you.  The Line Deputy of Marion County comes through completely abusive to me today.  Well, I am not going to be abused by friends or mates anymore.  If I am such a travesty, a burden per se, I will find people who can love me in all of my empathic states of being, and find comedy in the everyday.  LD, your life has been so easy.  Why don't you go to Oahu for just 5 minutes, and you will be psychiatrically diseased for the rest of your days.  I have equalized communities and eventually people will know that I led the world out of a feeble and psychiatric state.  I don't have to talk with "K Crew" about anything if I don't want to.  I can stop being nice, especially to abusers who were never of my hierarchy.  If you don't know by now, I gave up my fortune to serve.  I was to be the richest heiress in history.  I was to have the reigns of all publishing and eventually media.  It was through the keyhole of The Hibbing Star.  It was a paper, during The Depression that wrote for a completely royal village.  My Grandmother King became the first female editor after the owner/ editor who she was a corporate secretary for, died and left it to her.  The Minneapolis Tribune then entertained my Great Aunt Jenn (my namesake) as Miss Windsor, and then she came into ownership of The Minneapolis Star and Tribune when her late husband bought it for her as a birthday gift, posthumously.  Carl Young was a New York City Jew who owned The New York Times who came to Hibbing community to marry a queen.  When he and Jenn wed at Westminster Presbyterian Church (downtown Minneapolis), people mistook the wedding photos with those of Queen Elizabeth and Philip.  QEII was Jenn's half sister.  That began the golden age of true editors and the power of the written word to run a community.  I made this choice because I just did not want people to take my security, and lie about me to put me in penitentiary and psychiatric asylum.  The writing I do is sorcery law around community matters combined with Apocalyptic realities, and I never would have been allowed to be free to do so, if I had ever worked in the field, technically.  My story is real, but let's just look at the people who say that it is not.  Turn the P.I.'s on those who say they know me today, and then any community I lived in, like Shoreview and Owatonna, MN.  Well, I survived, and through torture I have thrived to know beyond the knowable.  Maybe no one cares about me Line Deputy, but then why do I have stretch limousines driving around my neighborhoods and where I eat and write.  War is coming, and I will be prepared.  You may just be labeled mentally retarded and mentally insane to the point that you cannot stand up for yourself in a court of law, LD.  Oh yeah, you tried that on me too, and I am still in world view.  Sleep well if you can ever sleep at all, again.

Kavanaugh Country

I did some alchemy, publicly, last night and Judge Kavanaugh's parents came through.  It was mainly his mother.  It began, after I stated to my server that my order was an act of alchemy.  I have been doing sorcery law, in this restaurant, for years, but recently I stated that that was my aim in what I do and see when I am in their vicinity.  What came through is that this family is the richest of the rich on The East coast.  They are the head of an Apocalyptic Society for rich families on there.  Their time has come and now they can have it known.  I sent out a beacon email, and now they have read my whole weblog, and many of my emails.  They now know how to describe their point of view without sounding crazed or crazy.  They may sound a bit haughty in a relaxed way when they do Quaalude alchemy with caffeine.  Judge Kavanaugh was this group's gift of prophecy project.  His every moment, his activities, his friends, his schooling, who he would meet daily, his wife, and his children were all planned by this society.  He was never around women alone because they knew how dangerous these woman could be around their freaky sexuality.  He never touched Ms. Ford, and his classmates did not either.  His family has hired 6 private eyes in Britain, and now they know that she does not have a PhD and she was never in the United States around her schooling.  In a way, Judge Kavanaugh and I had similar situations.  My environment and all of my activities were begun by an inner impetus from the military through my Grandfather King, not Mayer.  He was the head of The Merchant Marines up in Duluth, MN, during WWII.  I know that there is more about this family, but I will back away to guard their privacy while they figure out how to use all of the rage from this confirmation hearing process, and the main despots of those days.  I did spot an East Coast P.I. in McDonalds.  I say, I am clean.  Be mean and stalk me every day.  You may just have a good time, and have renewed faith in your process and decisions, especially in The 70's.

Time For True Leaders in Psychiatry to Rise

I am here with a blinking sensation, but no creativity.  I do not feel bright in any way today.  I know that people come at me surreptitiously, but I must make a form out of their dysfunction.  Like my experiment with Dr. Sylvia Kerr, there had to be a partner to the project of demonic, psychiatric disease.  I am the down low, and he is now the way up high.  His name is Dr. Michael Harlow.  He is a criminal attorney and forensic psychiatrist who I see quarterly.  We keep it brief, but we sync up, and then following me is not difficult.  The man is brilliant and has MILITARY boundaries.  I make him a PSYCHIATRIC SURGEON at the Bloomington VA Hospital, today.  He will be a Lieutenant for The Army, internationally.  His studies will now be the epidemiology of demonic becoming.  Catholic priests from St. Thomas and the Vatican basement witchery will be his spiritual guide and solace around his upcoming pain.  He has hung in there, and has led a tight ship.  Dr. Harlow, look at my medical students from IUPUI (Indiana University Purdue University- Indianapolis), and my attendings who became residents around me.  The most interesting case study will be Dr. Andrew Miller who is practicing adolescent psych and now law in Indianapolis, IN, downtown proper.  A street population is forming around him in a protective way.  His philosophy is the diplomacy and upbringing of Nazi's in WWII and today.  I gave him a drug company and Organic Chemistry key.  We shook hands, but never touched each other sexually.  I have been this way with ALL of my students through my entire life, but especially, today.  Can you imagine the rage my way?  Get ready, for you will see.  Just get Dr. Miller's IN Driver's License photo, and you will see that he is a THRILLER.  He wrote horror movie scripts for Hollywood, as a small child.  I directed him to the forensics of Nazi, and now today he is clean of crack cocaine.  Now Dr. Kelham is totally a different story.  I direct him to your VA program, immediately, as a criminally insane patient and now labeled an international military insurgent.  Do not forget the psychiatrists of the entire Park Nicollet (especially Blaisdell) Clinic system, current and past (even residents/ not med students).  I bring in two torture aids who rise today (Rise from Katy Perry is now playing) from Smiley Clinic U of MN residency program.  These residents were actually the attendings, internationally.  It is these torturers and you, who are the top of the tree.  They survived, and I send my love to their whole community.

This Brief Summary Brings "Canon in D" to my Pandora

A man with a black police shirt and khakis just came in for coffee.  He had regular and silver hand cuffs, two cell phones, and an actual walki talki (as well as all the other general police equipment).  He ordered two cups of coffee.  After observing that my black op cop partner, Dunlop, from Carmel was coming through, I read that this man was Carmel Police, too. The walki talki is for their corps to communicate only with each other on a higher frequency.  He was a great multitasker.  He was trying the coffee trick around me.  Maybe he has given up WHISKEY, lately, thus he had been craving sweets.  The coffee worked the trick.  He asked me, telepathically, to tell him why I need to be in environments where people are, to read the police presence.  Constant direct contact is too diseased right now.  What I am reading, fine sir, is the level of psychotic pathogens in your energetic system.  A short look see shows me little hints, and then you walk away as I divorce you from the ills of evil, in vicinity, and in your habitual life.  I will admit that I do brief visualizations for energetic illness in environment and when I am alone in my room.  It is a silent and private endeavor, but it gives me a break from society and grounds both me and the persons I am sending to.  You got here just in time, and I could tell that you were happy.  It was just time for you to have some professional challenging and self illumination.  Others may describe their experiences with me, but only you can define what is holy to you.

Mirroring An Almighty I Call God Today

I feel like all of the prime almighties are here.  It was a close call, but now I am understanding it all.  It was time for me to release the products of my research upon research upon research that proved me as an entity who naturally deters and fights pathogens, and a being who can herself and promote in others, regeneration.  That is my public PhD.  I presented my doctoral thesis at St. Thomas University for the INTERNATIONAL Academy of Science.  All research contains some wizardry and massive wiccan, thus it is no discovery and learning at all.  I am the ONLY biological PhD on the planet.  For that research, I received the Nobel PEACE Prize, the only Nobel Prize for Microbiology, and Noble Prize in Chemistry.  Microbiology and Chemistry were chosen, as separate awards instead of just one in Genetics.  I am just me.  I just follow the directions of a set regiment, and the results come naturally.  You all will soon see what is the reality.  Degrees are mainly fake, but I needed to believe I had peers and I needed to not get stuck in academic genius in one area, or I would not have moved on to upper layers of understanding and learning beyond university.  I am an ALL SCIENCE professor (all doctorate) at Hamline University, and I am a Biology, Chemistry, and Theology professor (all doctorate) at St. Thomas University.  I head the very special crew of priests at St. Thomas.  They are NOT sex offenders and we keep it that way.  I have known, naturally, where they are housed since the 70's.  So guys, I do believe that only men should be priests, but after my presentation that day for science, I was whisked away for a special, secret ceremony where I was the white light and cross on the floor, which ordained me a prefect priest.  In Muncie, IN, I walked in and performed a special resurrection service for the chief of police (that was an unexpected funeral for this community of high and holy gift of prophecy citizens/ police), and he rose and we walked away hand and hand.  I became Catholic legacy then and a priest who can actually work in the streets with an ecumenical clerical collar that no one can see.  The healing can be very strikingly be witnessed.  A being I served in Indianapolis, IN, had a similar priest identity.  He could not figure out why the coffee I served him was so elite, and exactly what he needed.  It took over his need for sweets.  Well, we are now in higher contact, and all is understood.  It is important for these special corps of priests to feed the demonic to resurrect the angelic.  They are now free to be with this ALIMGHTY, I label GOD today.  I have just the PhD for that one.

Researching A Healthy New Society

I sit here quietly and listen to the beat of my heart.  I am trying to guide my inner gaze to a peaceful place a little filled with universal mirth.  I am not having a successful mission at this point.  I feel surrounded by silence, and I am trying to steady this moment in coffee environment.  The seagulls outside seem to be in a pleasant state.  They float on the air with ease.  I bid hello to the feeling of Russia today.  It is okay to feel far away.  Yesterday, I felt like I nailed a new Russian despotism.  After all of the turmoil, it feels peaceful there.  I am careful not to say too much.  I watched Madame Secretary last night, and it was hitting the very subjects I had been writing about, except they were coming from a "high and holy" Pagan angle where of coarse Russia is the enemy.  They even hit a young man who was part of a Skinhead type group.  In the end, all will understand that if you all speak of the heart of a "hate group", you will sound insane.  The angle that is missed is that you are a demon and you have helped these groups you rail against gain power against the almighty and most have not worked in corrections observation work.  You are not truly righteous.  For truly seasoned and powerful corrections officers, comedy begins to be employed (not just violence) around prisoners to survive.  These officers, very naturally, fall into a strict hierarchy to do this work.  Separation, not segregation needs to be stressed so that like can judge like.  ENERGY SYSTEMS are the main reason for this separation.  People need to have no excuse for abusing with mystical abilities.  If you do not speak of these ritualisms, you will sound crazy and hateful.  I describe hate as a fixed state.  It is rage at violation, especially energetically, taken to the nth extreme.  Being the only one that is truly not demonic and actually silicon based extra terrestrial, you all hate me most for no reason at all.  I know how nutty that sounds, but I have to live it every day and never speak of energetic stability and hierarchy at all.  I am working a specific energetic record of cordiality and creativity.  If you refuse to except this, you cannot gain my power of regeneration.  I proved, in a lab, that I could make planarian flat worms regenerate without feeding them after cutting them in half longitudinally and latitudinally and by treating them with a RNA inhibiting drug that also should have stopped their growth and lives immediately.  (There also was a spore experiment one lab table away and there was no cross contamination.  That researcher's results were published as well under his name Corey Malstrom.)  My PhD coresearcher on that project was Dr. Sylvia Kerr.  We presented our research at The University of St. Thomas for The National Academy of Science.  War is imminent, but harm is not.  Adopt my theories, and my abilities to ashew injuries and disease can be yours.  Sounds like pie in the sky, but it is truly a material realm heaven that I am researching and fighting for (my whole life).

Taking to The Stars

I have now arrived at Starbucks University, in Fridley.  I did watch The Vikings game and it went well.  I also cleaned the bathroom.  When I clean, my natural wizardry cleans in locations I frequent.  This aspect of my being makes it so that I am not living in a clean room at this point.  I am starting to really understand the realities of myself and of people around me.  It makes it so that I am not in the micro as much, but I am graduated to the vast macro of my war in this plane.  I am able to access other realms so that time seems continuous.  It allows me to have a cognitive center and relationship reality that is normal as I see on TV.  These things around me are stepping stones for the pinnacle that is my unity with The Line Deputy.  He is not me, but there is a part of me that he is that leaves me to manage and lead an Apocalyptic society with both war and peace.  It will also be the managing of the stars and celestial bodies during creation as you believe the illusions down on this planet (while the realms are separating).  I will rule with as IRON FIST.  My biological father (known to me as my grandfather) was not the head of The Third Reich and most massive World General ever in WWII, and my great grandfather on the other side was not General Joseph Stalin for no reason.  I will go to Russia before I am dedicate to the universal norms in astronomy and astrophysics.  On the other side of a wall, I am creating a perfect people.  These male artisans and warriors will lead around me so that I can rest.  They will not come into form around me until I have gotten to a realm with no infection of evil my way.  They will stay pristine as I sleep.  My quad vampirism will make this reality easy as you all shoulder the burden of separation.  I access a Russian World General in my environment here at Starbucks in a new way.  I hope that he can see that I can lead without drama, compassion, or humor when it needs to be.  Because of my experience of being surrounded by evil, I chose creatures like him and The Line Deputy for their very strong demonic core.  We need to eradicate the vicinity of the pollution of PAGAN at a certain point.  These demons believe that they are gods or The God, and they are tremendously brutally torturous to me, very personally from birth, and they believe that they are so compassionate, charitable, educated, loving, and benevolent.  Pagans are the beings who lead a community or nation to war and love the plays of violence towards peoples for no reason.  They are filled with mockery towards any being who is ACTUALLY trying to lead.  World leaders, begin to read your emails, personally, and you will see these "God beings," as dangerous demons who need eradication, especially in Russia, for they will follow me there to get away from minorities though they claim to be so not racist.  Their sexuality will make it worse then the 70's.  They are absolutely diseased in sexual relations with each other and especially their children and their community.

Physics In Vicinity

I just had two physicists sitting next to me here at Starbucks.  They talked for a little bit and then left.  I am now seeing my physics, and other subjects, ability.  When people sit in my vicinity, what they are studying all of a sudden becomes really clear even in a public place.  If I go away, they return to a murky state.  I come back and they see even deeper.  This works this way so that no one goes crazy, gets delusional, and jumps out a physics class or lab's window thinking that they can fly.  If a person gains knowledge too quickly, they begin to do false math and an alien like equation substitution.  When they walk away, the THEORETICAL opens up in their mind.  In groups this leads to PhD's and, on one's own, it leads to true knowledge of personal purpose in community.  M.I.T., I give you the ability to see and document me.  You can discuss anything about me except sexuality.  Always remind yourselves to be respectful.  Know that I am a being of evolution of self, and others around me, and on this planet.  Spider Theory can be proven now.  Good luck with the geometry that will be helpful in this proof.  See yourself as ONE THREAD.  The threads are areas of study through the aspect of time.  The spider is me.  Once proven, choose another area of study that is outside science and math.  I suggest anthropology, not philosophy.  Philosophy is becoming a very natural discussion for you all in community around all of this discovery.

A Military Plan for Witchcraft Punishment In Community

The weather of late is like Seattle, WA.  I am feeling the line deputy getting on the page today.  He won't do your work for you, but at key moments, he can protect me, while he is keeping some of the most evil sexual predators on the planet, locked down.  I think that that is pretty impressive.  I get that you are frustrated line deputy, I am too.  It seems a little hopeless, and, to me, it feels like the really evil get away with all of it around me.  Well, I also feel that it is time for the advent of THE SUN.  It is the explosive witchcraft ability of my mother being set loose on mainly WICCAN "community".  She does all types of witchery and witchcraft, but the main threat is Wiccan.  After I was born, Dick Cheney sat down with my mother, for the Navy, and gave her some choices.  The number one rule she was given was to never leave me alone in a foreign country under satanistic rule.  She also needed to always let me do my studies.  If she could not do this, I was to be taken to Britain as a baby and raised by a military nanny.  No one would know my name until I was ready to rise on my own ability.  She was also given options on punishment phase DOC or psychiatry.  Both would be brutal, but she would not run into any of these Wiccan witches that she had "censured."  They would all go to the worst DOC chambers, internationally, and shamed for eternity.  Well, I believe that she was part of a "treatment" session with a really nasty Wiccan demon who is all over me, and now her, and her AAUW's as well.  Line deputy, we will feel her work soon enough.  She is the top, so I do a lot of work to mind her dignity, but censuring her when she needs it.  It has to do with violating my privacy, and also when she does not VALIDATE me properly when someone violates me.  It is then that I know that she is complicit and complacent.  Mom, just keep it up.  Cheney may be in view this week, so start the rumor, through AAUW, that you thought you heard that he died.  All will be well in the land of Oz.

The Roots of Misogyny

Women out there would probably have a problem with me because my whole life they have presented themselves as the worst victims on the planet.  Maybe you now quiz me with how you all handle misogyny, especially in the work place.  Ladies, STOP PRACTICING WITCHCRAFT (especially Wiccan) in the vicinity of white men.  The rage your way is warranted and will never cease if you continue to consider witchcraft an artistry or necessary for our survival on the planet.  It is the opposite.  It breaks apart all unities, and destroys our environment.  When you use it someone's way, it destroys their mind, memory, sight, and hearing (as just a start).  This has reached a paramount situation.  Start to accept "unfair" situations and recognize that you should surround yourself with women of your own race.  You all produce unfair situations around persons all the time.  At your job, do your work without witcheries and witchcraft.  DO NOT touch your bosses or male coworkers.  Wait your turn to speak, and do not sneak anything out of the office with witchcraft ability.  The gavel has fallen and you witches will be on the run soon enough.  Gays are walking away to work and judge their own community.  They will not be used by you anymore.  They are sick of the gossip, and for closeted lesbians starting unfounded rumors that their straight, white male bosses of authority are gay or pedophilic.  THAT IS YOU, ladies.  I hope this note exposes just how much I hate your authority and realities.  NONE OF YOU, are me.  I have been tortured for infinity, especially sexually, and NONE OF YOU have ever stood up for me.  I believe that all of YOU are sour grapes.  I used my mind, creativity, and comedy every day to survive the onslaught.  You will NEVER catch up to me.  Back away and you will finally see reality.

Moving the Realms

My journey moves and evolves all the time.  My push has been to especially move white men into their own, a dominant male authority.  I believe, and I do see, if men of authority hang out with other white men of authority, in their hierarchy, their power just gets greater.  This does not exist in military as of now, but it does in some places of law enforcement.  Women and children, and even men of the minorities, can drag this energetic unity down.  It has a lot to do with people of like backgrounds and abilities can deal with the deceit and evil of their own.  Women can deal with women, and children the same.  Minorities need to have their own divinity spaces to achieve ON THEIR OWN creating a whole new power that they have never seen.  It is time to stand up and say, we don't want whites or other minorities moving into our neighborhoods.  They are too crazy.  Mystical abilities need to be tracked by all.  Today I set down the Arab keys and I walk with a tango beat up the street.  I will not take a census, but I believe that you are outnumbered here.  I have had some hands on Pakistani persons around me, and now I have decided to be silent there as well.  Asians will be Asians every day.  They cope with what is in front of them.  The danger of the tongues of partners and wives, with the children, needs to be at least brought up today.  It is one thing at a time.  Cordiality to all brings the ship into harbor safely.  By quietly studying your life and environment keeps you from becoming endlessly paranoid.  Expound on your own crew for a change, and bring about an amazing metamorphosis.  At this time, I deal with The Anthropology that is on the plate every day, but now is not a time for me to look away from all of it.  I must encourage success to all communities until separation occurs.  Mormons popped up a verse from The Book of Mormon on my phone.  It was 3 Nephi 17.  In the beginning it is speaking of an evolution of the path of Christ and it says (verse 1) "Behold, now it came to pass that when Jesus had spoken these words he looked round about again on the multitude, and he said unto them:  Behold my time is at hand."  It meant a lot to me.  I am not Jesus Christ, but I do believe that I have a destiny.  I kept this book on my phone for no particular reason, but this is the first time it has popped up since I put it on my phone since I put it there about 7 months ago when I studied Mormons and Mormonism.  Maybe my words are heard on an archetypal level, and we will proceed in liberty in the creation of new colonies.

Vikings Vision

I will be watching The Vikings game, publicly, today.  My thoughts turn their way as they are about to face off against last year's Super Bowl winners, The Philadelphia Eagles.  I see them just keeping their heads down and getting deep into the game by watching their field positions especially through their feet.  Gamers are coming through and I see Kirk Cousins beginning to almost see players as X's and O's.  It is tied to a math genius ability.  It is an ability to do algebraic conversions in the pocket.  The result is an ability to through to 2 receivers (or more) at the same time, but only having one pass viewed on screen.  It also acts on time, thus bringing a quarterback to a perfect ability to know the time to make the play before he is tackled.  It is something new.  I will watch and support their play, but I will also know when to walk away.  It should be fair today.  Let's play!

Hawk at Play

I am in a spot where I look to the sky and it is grey, but I look for the smiling energy of birds of prey.  I see them not today, but instead of backing away, I imagine that they watch over me in another realm.  A light turns on, and I spin the spinning wheel, and create a sturdy and beautiful yarn laced with gold.  I am perplexed, but filled with gratitude.  There are precious moments that I cling to, but this reality is what calls me to enter in the game.  There seems to be nothing there, but I play a melody or two and I feel the emotion coming through.  Last night, Akwifina, was a Deity on SNL who played for me a skit that was possibly about Bobbie Chong, and me and the cruel Unitarian Universalist freaks who did surround me at the time of our fast friendship.  The wig was the ultimate give away. Bobbie was a petite, blue eyed Chinese Scandinavian mix from Oahu.  Her eyes and mood would echo the sea around me.   This skit also put a lens on the very cruel, invasive, and deceptive women around me at the time and how she handled them behind the scenes.  She was sacrificed by the higher ups, but now she flies with the hawks over the sea, as she rings in my mind with the comedy of FAIR PLAY.

It Is Time. This Court Is In ORDER!!!

Line Deputy of Marion County, we are getting close to these containment systems that can lock down Wiccan witches.  It will start with the cement "boom tombs", and move to a ten block, lock down system.  It will all be handled with an eye scan outside the building.  Floors will be washed by prisoners once a week, but, otherwise, they will get no access to each other, and they will have no amenities.  All things can be used by them to do Wiccan to corrections officers and high correctional entities (as well as each other), especially Sikhs, internationally.  The key to this system is a spiritual sound proofing that I have designed my whole life.  Today, I gave the keys to Sikhs, through a very strong and tall young Sikh correction's officer here at Starbucks.  Then officers will not have to hear the terrifying screams, together in unity, or separate.  The "house" may shake, but flames will not fly.  It will tremble a bit, and then correction's officers can express that that person or group of Wiccans are SO SICK, especially sexually.  They will then walk away and not see that as alluring or powerful.  This sound proofing was used during the Kavanaugh vote, by me, to separate out the screams, from the votes and voices in chamber, when it got really bad.  The entire Congress went deaf for 10 minutes exactly after the vote.  Filming the scenes are also becoming highly dangerous through a response to this much Wiccan rage that produces the screen to large pixelation  We will start with Second Precinct in Minneapolis.  Have them BUILD a cell in back that is a Dragon's Lair, thus no one will see.  They can then experiment on their own, to come to their own conclusions about these Wiccan white women, and some Pagan white males.  Creed's song, "My Own Prison" came on as I wrote this.  Pay the Sikh community well, through their gurdwara (worship space) in Bloomington, MN.  Reach them online, and DO NOT go that worship space.  Meet at Starbucks, someplace in Bloominton, and the one police officer will wear his uniform inside and another officer will be plain closed in the car (preferably a detective/ not sex crimes).  The Sikh male will be, by himself, will not give his name, and you will issue a MONEY ORDER to their gurdwara for $5,000.  The Sikh will be "plain closed", and you will meet him TWICE.  The separation of payments are so that you all can see and feel the effect of their service.  Never see him again.

Wiccan Being Tracked Governmentally

Well, Judge Kavanaugh was confirmed to The Supreme Court.  Absolutely crazy white woman protesters were in the gallery at the capitol screaming like banishes.  These women are crazed and crazy, and that is just expressing their right to express free speech.  I have been around the world with my political leanings, but moderate in my expression, and I did march for choice in DC when I was in college, and I marched with Take Back the Night with a group in Muncie.  Chanting is one thing, screaming is another.  How bad do they all just want to be on TV?  Freedom to assemble does not mean that a group can terrify law abiding citizens and officials, as well as law enforcement with their WICCAN.  You bitches are just Wiccan prostitutes and now your faces will be on TV in your counties as sexual predators.  Have fun with that.  When I went to DC for the March, we stayed with a CIA Admin who had a daughter in our pro choice group.  Her "boyfriend" (named Paul) was a completely identical CIA double for my ex-boyfriend, Matt, who was also CIA.  They had perfect tunnel through BOTH WAYS, simultaneously.  Just know "big fellas", that I could tell you apart the WHOLE time.  No one else cared about the veracity of your claims.  Well, it happened then, so it cannot happen now with especially my Line Deputy who goes by Matt as well.  My God the evil that these CIA did to me when I went to Hamline University.  Her father's residence was in Maryland, and we took the commuter train into DC, and then accessed the subway.  I marched that day and it was the largest march ever with a little over 20,000 people, mostly white.  In that time and space, around me, the march was peaceful.  I then split off from my group and went to see the sights of DC.  My favorite sight was The Vietnam Wall.  I found a name that was Deathrage.  I moved my fingers over it and I began to cry.  All of a sudden I heard a person take a picture of me.  I was all alone at that memorial.  I now know that the picture was then put in an antiwar piece in The New York Times.  They did not have the right to take the picture, or publish it.  I felt very violated.  It was a private moment for me.  Now that I know the realities, I know that guy was following me the whole day.  Oh well, they will get it today.  I am a private citizen and it was very illegal.  Well, white women, it is time to take responsibility for your very abusive and illegal behaviors, especially around sexuality.  Here comes the wrecking ball.  Now that Indiana knows about this, they WILL seek justice and restitution on my behalf.  It was all to jam me up in Munice.  Well, I survived and got the lead to Cats anyway.  It was the show being put together to end all shows on Broadway.  I was then called to Indianapolis.  The Line Deputy needed me.  Duty ALWAYS comes first.

A Trip to Como Zoo

I went to the zoo with my mother today.  All the primates, except the new Tapas Monkeys were asleep when we arrived.  My mom read that they were very shy, and then the male walked up to me and sat for a moment.  We then went to see the giraffe.  Only one female giraffe was on display.  I talked to her and she looked my way and gave me several expressions.  She was outstanding, and rather comical.  Maybe she can say the same of me.  Right before we went into the giraffe enclosure, we heard a lion roaring for about 35 seconds.  We went over to the big cat house and the female lion was perched, very majestically, on top of the highest rock.  She looked so divine and beautiful.  Maybe she would say the same of me.  I gave the male some energy and I picked up that he is having some trouble seeing.  As I pulsed with energy his way, he opened his eyes, but staying lying down.  His eyes opened and closed with the pulses.  The spotted leopard was not in view so I just went and saw the Siberian Tiger who actually was covering his whole exhibit outside.  He normally just paces back and forth.  He looked so free.  After looking at him for a few minutes, I saw the Snow Leopard appear out of the corner of my eyes.  He walked through the cage, and back to his place where he is not seen.  Spotting him is rare.  My mother and I then split up.  She went to see the flowers, and I went back to the primates.  No one was still moving so I just sat on a bench giving them energy from my heart and power chakras.  The Tapas Monkeys began to get really active, both of them.  I went over and tried to just keep them calm with waves of light (that was the unconscious imagery).  The female kept pacing, but the male came over and just sat right in front of me.  They took the opportunity to check out the Orangutans.  I was sensing that they are at this zoo observing what is happening there with tunnel through and remote viewing.  I now give those observations to The Moscow Ballet.  Just look at these Tapas as you tunnel through.  They will DANCE for you.  When I first got there, there was definitely a LION tunneling through.  His gate, and even coloring, was perfect mimicry.  A child next to me even said, "He looks like a lion."  After that is when I went out and heard the roaring.  I went to sit for a bit (after viewing the Tapas for the second time), and the big father Orangutan (who had been passed out on the floor on the bottom of the exhibit when I first got there), climbed up the steal gate in back and came over to sit right in front of me.  It was so cool.  A zoo volunteer said, "That is really rare that he would come over and greet someone."  The other Orangutans also came over.  I noticed that the gorillas were gone, but I thought that the door to the outside was shut.  When I went to meet my mother, I saw all three of the bachelors out there.  They weren't just leaning in the corners, they were foraging the leaves in a big triangle.  I just spoke to them a bit.  Then, out of nowhere, Jabir, went up to the steal gate that was about 12 feet high.  He just started climbing.  He really looked like SPIDERMAN.  It was surreal because he is so huge.  I think that the big male Orangutan was behind his eyes in the beginning to help him place his hands and feet properly.  So he went all the way up the gate and then grabbed the top bar and started moving over to grab some leaves who were on the top of the enclosure.  He came down on the mesh that was there.  He was a little unsure of himself, so I just kind of talked him down.  He got down and just continued foraging.  A zoo employee was next to me and he said, "I have never seen that before."  I said, "Yeah, because that is new."  The only other new thing was Samson who was eating and then he just stood straight up for a few moments like a human being.  He came down, and then he did it again and walked a few steps.  It was all so exciting.  It is the evolution of the revolution.  TEAM STRONG is in the house.

Batman Flies

I am at Starbucks and they have flies here.  I have noticed that they love to come my way.  They also went to a Russian almighty the other day.  So today, it started with one.  Now the number is up to four.  I have never seen this many before.  They keep on flying around me, and then landing for a bit.  They are landing on my keyboard quite a bit which they have not done before.  There is an attraction reaction that is ionic going on.  The last one, I believe is being used by Britain to remote view.  Two people entered separately, one with a Batman hat and one with a Batman mask on backwards and upside down.  He loved the fly thing, so he sent the fourth one over, his telepathy said.  He left and now there are just three.  I think that he is taking a Muncie ability that was used with BATS (24 hours a day) that would fly above me.  I just thought that it was interesting.

Catastrophic Geology

There are times in our minds that we feel the anarchy.  It can then express itself for all to see.  The earth quakes and the sea shakes.  I am rage since Waikiki, underneath, like the bottom of the sea.  Look at it geologically.  Find peace where you can, but there is no stopping what is moving full steam ahead.  How many catastrophes will we see before even a postman comes to see me and talk about his dream and the letters that have been coming since 1973?  Politicians can only work on their own souls and become active to a positive and visceral Grand Plan that needs complete adherence.  They have no magical wand to make it better, or do they.  Any magic they have must be used to work for lift God's Army, internationally.  It is actually scientific, and spiritual at the same time.  Politics can take every bit of their and our energy and leave everyone wanting more.  Pelicans call today as I see the reality of reducing their population so that they do not go crazed.  I find things here that do soothe me, but I am starting to look away from the beings that are Earthbound.  Now Mr. West spouts the disease, and the community just talks and continues to stalk my mentia.  I am the ideal target.  I just walk away.  Well, not anymore.  Storms, the sea, volcanoes, and earthquakes will tear apart the continental shelf, and have core magma flowing at the bottom of the sea.  Core warming rips continents apart.  The theory of global warming is nothing, comparatively.  The plates are askew and cannot be returned to a form that has any solidity or consistency.  Soon planes will be too heavy to take off, and if they do, the irregular oblong of the Earth will not let them land.  What happens when the Earth does not exist as we imagine, but there are cities that can access different communities?  It will still be in a plane form, but, at a certain point, the mystical emerges and the realms separate all.  It is separation not segregation.  Like will judge like and the axis will not budge at all.  It is time to find my Chinese geology graduate student who worked with me and earned his PhD from The University of Minnesota.  He and I in a chamber will yield the final solution, geologically.  It is Apocalyptic, but also realm bliss in his eyes.  East will meet West and my second chakra will finally be at ease.  No one will touch me ever again without direct consent from me or a Sikh derivative.  Sir, we now put that degree in line with Hamline, not The U of MN.  Hamline is the one school in The five state area that teaches MANDARIN, not Cantonese.  We will make you a professor, instantly, voted in by my Anthropology graduate student who now has her PhD (Dr. Meister).  She will guide your journey and get your paperwork so that no mental health professional can ever interview you or be alone with you.  You are high royalty and Mandarin is the royal language.

Silent No More

I did get my swim in, but I am pretty late here at Starbucks.  I will only have less than an hour to work.  Will was unpleasantly in my dream last night singing James Blunt songs.  I did have the call to come here even though it is late.  When I was swimming, I felt the current chief of police from Muncie come through.  She has been researching now that they have a non E.T. brain understanding the scientific look at God being.  I am able to write this entry because I am an empath.  I have now had an "audience" with my scientific almighty, my mother's cousin who is employed by all governmental authority.  I now know that I am taking back my brain, dude, and giving the total understanding to you.  I believe God is male.  You have had a preponderance of evidence, scientifically, that you are GOD your whole life.  You are not crazy.  You are my ace in the whole.  It is time to ACTUALLY play CHESS with Officer Christopher Dunlop of Carmel Police Department.  So the police chief of Muncie was looking at what I was doing in Muncie, all by myself.  She can now see the spider and understands that even a top scientific authority like you didn't have an understanding of Spider Theory (which eclipses the old theoretical "String theory") or of the top levels of science and nuclear physics.  Well, you do now.  I just go to class and lab and it is learned.  I thought it was that way for everyone.  Mathematics is outside of spider because it is all of it.  It can break down the center of it all, TIME.  Now she understands the wizardry of math and science textbooks.  In my college experience, we would have a textbook, but we actually only went from notes.  We did use the books a bit for reference.  I used them very little, so the secrets of it all stayed inside of me, and was not given to all of society.  That was a genius idea that Dr. Runquist had around me which he got from inside my head and gave to The Department of Defense.  He had worked for them, and NASA, from birth, and then he brought me in on the project, to prove space is a fallacy, WITHOUT driving people crazy.  I teach and learn at the same time.  Surreptitious beings exist around me, and they take from me.  It comes into their head (and is understood) when they are in my vicinity, and now when one is in the vicinity of my writing, and then they claim it as their own.  They HAD NOT truly understood before.  They did wizardry and Wiccan witchery which both surpass the cerebellum and are not part of memory.  Now we are at the crux of the knowings.  What do we do now that the God being is awake?  What do you do with your lies and your sinful insanity?  How do professionals save face now that the world sees how cruel all they, and especially YOU who have worked and been around me, are?  Well, I just keep being cordial as you all have your grand delusions and your wizardry and witchery will begin to break down and the machines you use to measure things will too.  I have been in hell my whole life.  It is time for all of you.  I am alone.  I do bounce off of you, but it does not mean that I am not incredibly disappointed in ALL of you.  I will continue to work with you Earth beings, and hopefully your sins and demonic core will become apparent.  Hopefully you will become honest with yourselves, and you can actually evaluate your abilities and demonic ways towards me.  Direct your demonic towards a demonic entity who is CONTINUOUSLY, or strategically, torturing me.  I will be here, in this realm, until I die or have brilliant and brave beings who step forward to create a beautiful heaven around me instead of me doing it for them.  Demons destroy as quickly as I create.  All demons know how to do without the light of God, is destroy.  Good luck, and know that your decisions are measured by almighties every day who know that the clock is ticking for them as well.  Realms locked away from me will levels of hell.  Once I am gone, purgatory even ceases to be.  Every nation of the world is under nuclear authority today.  We could lose it all with a blink of an eye.  All that would be a feather for my spirit and an eyelash for my brain.