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  His CIA credentials have been rescinded, and now he is full on torturer of anyone I identify as Interpol.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.