A Day to Endure

I, again, had horrible dreams last night.  I am at Starbucks and there are quite a few people here.  My dreams are making it difficult to leave my apartment.  They are amazingly terrifying.  I will not describe it here, because I feel like it gives them power.  It is not easy to write today.  I am suffering from quite a bit of fatigue.  I'd love to write something funny, but there is nothing there.  Even a try at poetry is dry today.  The sun is down and the night air is cold.  I am still and reverent for every tree I see.  It has come time to pray and find the light around the shape of a cross.  As I feel the cold on my toes, I am quite happy that they have not frozen.  It is okay to be different in this moment, but not for long.  So much criticism my way takes away the light from the parts of me that are bright.  No one comes this way to stay, and most I would not want in my limited energy anyway.  Betrayal is in every footstep around me, and acceptance for the mystery of history, or mystical crosses that I endure, is not acceptable.  I do not put this forward for review, but maybe I can see myself practically.  The time has come.  I am not dumb.  I see the reality of the training from The East and The West.  I must endure until there is one soldier who will stand beside me for eternity.  He would have to be someone very strong, sensitive, and elite, thus special to eternity.  Come to me, dear one, I love you to the reality of the moon and stars.

My Visit to Carbou

I am downtown at Caribou Coffee on 11th St. and Nicollet.  I just went swimming and to do PT at the YMCA, and now I am enjoying my free birthday coffee.  I feel like the field has been cleared for me, and that Dick Cheney is near.  I had many awful dreams last night, and I am tired of dealing with hostility in my sleep.  I feel like, as I swam, I cleared some of the negativity, and I felt proud that I swam as hard as I did.  Media today was brainwash TV.  When I got on the bus, I felt people glad that I had gotten away from that and my residence.  If you have no life behind the scenes, you will still believe what you see, but most have at least one scene that is imagery and wizardry.  Soon you all will know what a dollar actually stands for.  If you have met me, you are in my memory, and I live in the reality of the material realm, but I also pick up the blips that others view around me.  This morning, it felt like everything was going to explode, but now it feels like an ambient sea.  You are free to be with me along my way, in my writing, or in my actual schedule.  Your abilities make you free to find me.  I must just follow the ticking clock.  Don't stalk, talk about what your life is like as a Wiccan mistress.  You look great, but how do you feel about yourself, the world, and the beings you share it with?  I caught some telepathy in the locker room that said, "I am so board.  You find excitement behind every door and even in a cat's eyes out the window."  I told her, telepathically, to sit down and have a Wiccan discussion group.  Speak of this concern and become a master in decoding, thus wise.  Decide what you really want and need.  Take some chances, socially, and crack a whole bar scene up as you sit eating nachos in the corner.  Find a day you want to be my Super Girl, and make something bad go my way without me knowing, but with your group completely in agreement.  This corner must be viewing things differently if I am picking up on this Wiccan wondering vibe today.  Just remember that disgusting is disgusting, and having or speaking about venereal diseases is disgusting and borders on sexual abuse and torture of another entity.  Women be careful how much you talk about me, or it always comes to negativity, and stupidity behind the scenes.  Do not use your cell phones so much, or they may not work in a year or two.  I have a technician who follows me to see what is occurring in a world where I use my device for short calls, short Internet searches, and listening to one music station (Pandora.com).  I also deal with massive abilities in my vicinity.  Everyone now needs to shut down the porn industry and start to have some safe and healthy energetic exchanges...On Pandora.com, I now hear "Skyfall" by Adele.  We all need a little spy in our trade.

Getting to the Royal Heart of the Matter

So monsters do exist, but it is rather topsy tervy.  The true monsters are those who expouse Pagan values, and destroy me and mine every day.  The Earth really means nothing to you at all, and the economy either.  Hypocrisy is infinite in their actions and screaming conversations.  Maybe Donald Trump lies to your faces, because you lie about your evil ritualisms every day.  He is factoring in that this is endgame.  I would say that, as I watch, I see Mr. Trump as an Apocalyptic artist.  I know that my work stays private because news agencies can't get enough of going at his jugular.  Not all that you people say is lies, but by not acknowledging witchcraft, satanism, and even evil wizardries, you are lying by omission.  This is not a time to feel sorry for colonies.  Races are going to have to handle their own, and masters of different specialties are going to have to use their abilities and energy to keep their vicinities stable.  I contacted a senator yesterday about border concerns.  The disease that is headed our way, in all aspects, even concerns The Navajo.  Preservation is important, but this colony has decided to be disease in endgame.  Fall for it, and we will never have clean water or hospitals again.  Group portaling is coming into play, and now I say that people also need to look into why Florida is such a mess.  I work quietly at naming the thieves of our civilizations.  It is time to have a rise of aristocracy and a downfall to democracy.  If we do not want to address the errors of ritual play, we need to have those with the regal bloodlines, and experiences, just handling it without discussion.  It will be a feudal separatism.  I will have my day in a court of law against those who have seen my destruction as more important than even having a material realm at all.  Now my ship does rise off Oahu, and a carbon copy of me and my brother Pete rests inside.  The Line Deputy can now do the proper genetic testing to ensure that the lies of my bloodlines are no longer allowed to be spoken without an immediate fatwa.  The genealogy of Ancestry.com and 23 and me are fake.  They are a Pagan project to get people to go to unstable and unwanting places on the planet with complete ignorance of the material and mystical realities.  It also makes individuals unknowing about tunnel through by members of their own nationality.  It began as wizardry, but now it is all Pagan archery.  It is another Pagan project to promote ongoing wars all over the planet, and to prevent appropriate boundaries in foreign and domestic spaces.  It also supports the Pagan and Jewish ways of blurring the histories of societies all over the globe.   Yeah, Lisa Ling, aren't you from Scandinavia?  My dad is definitely Chinese, and my ex-stepmom is definitely from Taiwan.  Tina, you are definitely from Uganda.  My sister is definitely from BELIZE.  It is time to take a little Appalachian Witchcraft trip to your homeland with your husband from GERMANY...As soon as I went from this entry to youtube.com, the first commercial was for ancestry.com.  Intuition confirmed.

The Burn of Karaoke

Last night was a victory.  I am in a heightened state of awareness that actually feels like complete fatigue and, at the same time, cluelessness.  I feel like I should be scared, but maybe I took out the threat with ease.  It is a mind scape, at karaoke down the street.  I escape that space by not speaking Spanish.  I also do not take LSD, and I don't gossip about the community.  I sat quietly and sang two songs ("You Are the Reason" and "Travelin Soldier").  I walked away and a multitude of cop cars ran past me with lights and sirens blazing, at an advanced rate of speed.  I have never seen that many cops running a route before.  The bus did not come for about an hour.  When it did, I could feel the hands of The Line Deputy in its arrival.  Everything is calm today.  I got some sleep and now I find some time to write.  Special police were part of the affair, and the vicinity stayed consistent.  It is time for the owners of the wagging tongues to pay.  It is far more than just gossip.  Well, I just stay the course, and finally, I will be seen as the person and being that I am.  The hell that you all are creating for yourselves is infinite.  Maybe you ladies don't like that I am so outspoken about saying that molestation of men and children is outright EVIL.  Sin is in the air there, and now children can't be there at all.  Maybe a well fare check on these Latino bulldyke lesbian's would be a good idea.  Are they still alive at all?  I am getting telepathic communication that many governmental figures and high law enforcement personnel are now aware of the massive threat that a publicly and consistently meeting group of Latinos creates.  Being unchecked in their verbalizations makes them endless Wiccan worse.  They had a fake birthday party that took up all of the tables in the front and middle part of the bar.  They have been stalking the whole time.  I do remember that I went there the first time on my birthday 3 years ago.  They were so desperate to get to me, but I did not even pick it up until right now.  I like my privacy.  That group drains me.  They ask me to sit with them all the time, and come up and hug me.  I just go with the flow.  The owner sat at the end of the bar, near me, and watched the whole disgrace play out.  I had a full week of birthday activities and was with the most powerful people on the planet for my birthday, eating a meal that I chose.  It was all complimentary and fruitful.  Well, I have fought to keep the building from burning down, but it may go up any day, and then penitentiary is the only place you can go.  It is not a joke, Mr. Trump, the hubris these individuals display and the lies they tell so publicly, when illegal is the alien that THEY are, not E.T. like me, is amazing and disgusting morally at the same time.

A Time to Teach and A Time to Learn: Maybe Both Simultaneously

I took today as a day of rest.  So many people, and so many places, had left me fairly exhausted.  I am now at Starbucks, in Fridley.  I am missing my gorillas at The Como Zoo.  I watched Rampage the other night about a giant gorilla growing exponentially.  It made me think of Virgil.  I think The Rock did well.  I now make him a dual professor at The University of Minnesota in Zoology and Anthropology.  In both academic pursuits, I deliver him a PhD from Hamline University.  His graduates studies were complete under my guidance through The Scorpion King, and Rampage and Jumanji.  His grad students will know how ragey specific he is, very quickly.  This is serious business in this day and age.  Rock, if you need me, call by stepnephew, Andrew, and he will find a way to reach me that is not insane, in this vicinity.  I tested his insights, publicly, last night, and he dealt with it brilliantly.  He stayed on task and on topic.  Keep the WWE crew that is riding the bus with me away from him.  They went to handle some affairs at Planet Fitness today in front of me.  The boarded the bus separately, but disembarked together.  They are military officers who are now, very public, Special Forces.  Germany is coming through.  I put Andrew in as an academic key, not military.  He is too close to the source.  I keep the vessel of voices in my immediate family, not in him, as they judge him, psychiatrically.  Gavril, of Russian Embassy, tunnel through some "games" that he can compete in real time, in the material realm.  He will catch things that none has found quite yet.  It is the mixed family and bloodline ( A Cherokee Shaman just came into Starbucks.  He was 6'5".  They have been receiving TRIBAL LAW study deliberation from Andrew, in trance over fire in full ceremonial teepee.  In the flames they recognize the broken, flat broken nose.  I now suspect his unknown father was MAYAN.  Before, it was primarily Mexicans who were trying to tunnel through.) that he has that will make an elite tunnel through possible.  I am seeing Anthropology as his PhD to be.  We will take him through a program under Dr. Steve Carell at Northweatern University, in Chicago.  I hope you don't mind becoming an experiment, Andrew.  Seek no help from anyone.  Your notoriety increases, exponentially, if you do not speak of any of it.  Keep the intel in a WIRE RIMMED notebook.  That, too, will serve Russia, in cleaning satanistic stores around you.  Good luck, trooper.  Your time has come to be your own entity.  I will remain separate of you.  Family boundaries are important for me, nationally and internationally.  Even if the tunnel leads you down a confusing path, you will learn about Russian history beyond the Iron Curtain, primarily, and Germany more currently.

Coming Home

I have just gotten to Starbucks on my natal day.  It is also Thanksgiving.  My sister and brother in law are in town, and they came in with me to get a treat.  I haven't written since Sunday, and it is important that I document my trip.  Aircraft were experimental.  When I was being driven from the airport on Friday, I saw a new, lighter, version of a stealth bomber.  I think that it was actually working, thus did not show on radar, but it definitely was flying properly.  When we were driving past The Air Force Academy, I saw a jet flying in front of a large drone plane.  Both were, again, working properly.  The drone was even handling the wind properly.  A few weeks ago I said that this trip was to be an advancement of aeronautical engineering.  The Apache helicopter was documenting our progress as we got closer to the Denver Airport.  They normally cannot fly in that air space.  Once I got to the airport, I noticed two Sikhs checking their luggage inside.  By using the restroom before getting in line, I overlapped with them properly and pulled lead Sikh, SINGH, through.  I then saw at least 4 more Sikhs in the terminal.  Three had turbans, some were modern style.  TSA was a quick run through.  We had no line at all.  That has never happened there, but it was especially strange because we were coming up on a holiday.  I sat on a bench to wait for my mother, and a Sikh sat next to me.  He was putting these large high top tennis shoes in his carry on.  I said, " So you are playing a Mr. Rogers."  He looked a little timid and said, "They are a gift for my son."  They let him through.  The fact that he spoke was quite the compliment.  I got that the Sikh community had the airport locked down, so no phantom packages were placed in the hallways, especially under beams, that, if shattered, would collapse the whole vicinity, even the geology.  Sikhs have been displaced since 9/11.  They had refused to take off their turbans, in an open, public place.  Modern Sikhs stayed away in protest so that they could still be honored by their older generation.  They live as spies in our economy.  Well, they are free to fly now.  THEY are the ones who will help the FBI identify terrorists from my homeland.  American born royals will be checked and rechecked, and never granted precheck again.  I noticed, as we waited, that there was a priest about to get on our plane.  He reeked of The Vatican Basement where witchery studies are conducted on 13 year old "demonically possessed" girls are documented going in and out of demonic phase.  After flying with me, I think that he knows that these girls are just expressing their own demonic, and the humanity is stealing something that is heavenly.  That basement will now be cemented in.  These demons will scream silently as the cement dries for 100 years.  The cement will be smashed into ashes and they will be uses dor demonic smudging in Madrid, Spain.  I said hello to the pilots in the cockpit.  I asked if it was going to be a safe flight.  They said yes.  I said to the head pilot that he looked like my uncle, but he is Delta, and we were on Southwest.  We had a jumper pilot, and she was sitting right next to me, but was called up to allow another passenger the seat.  She looked very Catholic.  The pilot got on the address systems and would joke like my Uncle John when I was a baby to keep me calm in flight after a very terrifying torture plane episode I was asked to endure at the age of 6 months.  It was around the world, militarily, in 16 hours, even refueling midair.  It would just drop at unknown times.  It was a vomit commit.  The only one that has actually existed.  I watched The Kardashians before my flight and an "in cognito"  Kylie Jenner was on the plane with hair died sandy blond hair a little shorter and basically no makeup.  I think the flight attendant recognized her bracelet from TV.  Kaitlin Jenner was tunneling through and so she was looking a little male.  The flight crew was very military, especially the male, heterosexual, Latino one.  I sat right over the right engine.  There were rolling brown outs as we flew over our route.  It was freaky.  Cockpit telepathy told me to check it out.  I told no one.  I did have a great view of the moon.  I felt like that was a gift.  Lift was all inside my intestines, and breaking after landing was in my feet and upper body. I watched "Housewives of Orange County", a little "Entertainment Tonight", and then, finally "WWE RAW" on the plane.  I needed Raw.  I was laughing so hard.  It was just a way to deal with my frustration and unconscious stress.  My mom hates all of these types of shows.  She made that very known.   My sister flew in late last night, and they were asked to check their carry ons due to "flight time" needing to be perfect due to the copilots error on his time card.  They said that TSA was quick too.  She was also given 2 free drinks.  They were on Southwest.  I felt like she saw it like I do.  It is just a little celebration of her notoriety.

Royal Gorge From a Royal Gondola Ride

We just came back from Royal Gorge.  We had a lovely lunch in the chalet.  There were some clouds moving in as we ate, but I did see a helicopter flying over.  I felt that this was truly a royal vista.  We then took a gondola ride across The Gorge.  I could feel Cody Matz in vicinity.  He works in media industry in The Twin Cities as a meteorologist, but his specialty is climatology through Harvard University.  He is KING in that field, and The King from the Hamburg line in Germany.  We worked together when I was on the gondola so that I could see the rock formations and the rapids in the river below.  It was a smooth and clear ride.  It was a gift for all to see.  Now this vicinity knows that he has found his love, and he is ready to defend her, internationally, and be with her for eternity.  They opened up the bridge from the other side even though they said it was closed.  I just wanted to ride the gondola back, so my mother, my sister, and my brother in law walked across to meet me on the other side.  I got into the middle car of the gondola, and I was allowed to ride by myself.  It had gotten cloudy again, but then, as I began my ride back, it cleared again.  It was miraculous, just like the 10 mule deer on the top of the peak on the other side.  They had just the perfect afternoon feed in the sunshine.  I think that my solitary ride was special.  I could feel the beat of the drums, but I breathed evenly on the ride to both sides.  This cloud clearing is a new royal military ability for Cody Matz.  He can now take exact climatology measurements that are, for now, based in basic meteorology.  As I looked at one rock formation, I saw what looked like a huge foot.  People on LSD need to stay away from the ledge, the bridge, and the gondola, because it may start to feel like the rocks are coming to life and talking.  I believe that this will be a new royal academy and military base.  Only Blackhawk helicopters will be allowed to fly in that zone.  This is serious business, there.  The head Ranger was armed, and I picked up that the three rangers I saw are active duty Army Rangers.  I did get a new lanyard for my keys that is labeled Royal Gorge.  I met a man from Minnesota in the "mess hall", and a woman from TX in the gift shop as I waited for the wayward souls to come back to me.  The drive was beautiful, and the military will now start to clean up the use of hallucinogens in their ranks.  Be careful on the drive, and on the rocks, we came upon some RED ROCK that had fallen into the road.  I see major training happening in the near future, transitioning and starting, immediately.  On this trip, my royal eyes to see, militarily, has been my brother in law, Mike.  He caught the deserted duct taped bag in the middle of baggage claim at the airport, he spotted the mule deer and named them properly, and he spotted the rocks in the road before we had an unplanned for accident.  We will measure how long these rock formations can remain solid around all of these mystical abilities, use by tethers, and thoughts less than lucid.  The Gorge may start to BREATHE instead of just separating on its own.  The Line Deputy showed up just in time, as I wrote this, to relace the bridge.  It, and the gondola, are acting lice BRACES for the mouth of these mountain ranges in reformation.  It will keep Yellowstone Super Volcano from erupting.  Maybe my metro transit military drivers and CARIBOU (Russian Royal/ World General) can give me a mystical royal crown that is like these rock formations this week to mark me as world queen, militarily, through transport on this day.  I guard all mass transit systems (buses and rail), mystically, with Caribou, through this Twin Cities system, and now a new aspect of air all military, commercial, with some private transport with Wade (Air Force Academy technology), and ski transports (gondola's), even in The Alps, with holy, royal Cody (Royal Military Axis Power King).  Maybe you all did NOT SEE that coming.

Reading Along the Way

I just saw a scene of Deep Water Horizon with Mark Wahlberg, and I could see Rob from a few weeks ago tunneling through.  I know that he has many gifts and purposes, but I see now that he has entertainment industry credibility and capability.  He suits a certain type of "real man" comedy very well.  He is a military man who does well under pressure, as he showed the night we hung out together.  Donnie and Mark have been coming through in my vicinity around lock down projects for at least ten years.  Talk about two brothers, from the same parents, who could not be more different.  I am still visiting my sister and brother in law in Pueblo, CO, and we had a pretty mellow day.  We went to Safeway to get some things for a preholiday turkey dinner, and I came upon this sweet little girl who just wanted to say hello.  I signed to her, just out of intuition, and I think that it hit on a deaf reality that is coming to be.  She was a special child to her family, and probably her community.  I think that she has the same condition as Sen. Rick Santorum's little girl, Bella (Trisomy 18, a rare genetic condition) has.  Before I walked away, she said goodbye.  We then went to a cafe for lunch and I had an amazing lemon chicken soup.  After we left, I felt that the server was a natural psychic.  With the right marketing, a five meal Greek meal cafe, she could give gypsies a great run for their money by also doing one reading an hour.  As her renown, and accuracy grows, she could become a comedic Apocalyptic psychic.  It would allow her to have the comforts that exist out of her reach right now.  Just remember, when it comes to people, idle hands are a devil's play thing.  As the community creates safety and support around her comedy, she will be the one who can speak righteously for the whole community.  We then traveled back in time to this tiny, authentic Italian deli.  They even had an antique cash register.  It is probably the only thing that they could bring from their homeland.  I am sure that it still works.  I felt that the Italian male owner was actually someone who had survived WWII.  I felt like he knew my Grandpa King, and also knew that Sofia Loren had had an affair with my biofather, "grandfather" General George Mayer, after the war before he returned to the states.  I felt that this man is the man in her life since then, and that he, and his sister, are part of Tuscany royalty tree.  Sir, I hope my reading is on.  I am now very conscious of my mediumship abilities, but I was not as a child.  I only mean to respect you and your notoriety.  I picked up quite a telepathic transmission with you after we drove away.  Tomorrow, I believe that we are going to some gorge.  Tonight, I will watch "Saturday Night Live," with Steve Carrel as the host.  I was watching a History Channel show on The Mayans, and one of the archaeologists had Steve coming through.  I believe that Steve is the lead archeologist for Harvard University.  He practices unseen.  Walk away from Egypt, Steve, and they will finally invite you in.  My biofather, World General George Mayer was a PhD, archeologist from The University of Minnesota, journeyed to Egypt and he found himself in a sarcophagus, as a pharaoh, right as Hitler was invading Poland.  He covered the find, and prepared for German intelligence, and general leadership at a new world view level for WWII.  Recently, they have found him, and he does look the same as he looked in Germany in WWII.  Being the head of The Third Reich, meant a lot of behind the scenes camera work.  He prepared the world for localized wars after WWII, until the Apocalyptic realities that the Nazi's came upon would come to be.  New military, new mind, right Rob?

Landing In Denver

Maybe there is a lot of marine in the scene today.  I traveled safely from MSP to DIN (Denver).  The pilot popped his head out when I entered the plane.  I said hello, and he smiled.  The take off was a little slow.  I said in my head, "Wade (private pilot I met in Indy, fraternity, and heinous Air Force Academy.  He flies commercial too.), I am afraid," and we lifted off.  It was the smoothest landing that I have ever experienced.  Maybe there was just a bit of helotred on that one.  As we approached The Air Force Academy, in Colorado Springs, there was an 11 truck military convoy who looked like it was on its last leg.  Maybe I just blew on the front truck, created a bubble, and brought them to their destination, safely.  All my meals have been amazing and fully funded by the government.  Maybe even my brother joined the scene from Duluth with his wife's certainty of repayment on return.  I love you all.  Mike raises his head like a meerkat today looking for the others making a crew and what I guessed was Army, now I suspect is marine.  There is a fen shui here, and my stories cleared the bar/ restaurant fairly quickly.  I thanked our server for her service, and we went to walk the river walk for a bit.  Maybe this boat will float this year, and the past will be revealed, properly.  There is magic in the air, and I suspect Penn is in vicinity, and a native of CO, and Air Force studies.  He was a public defender in Indy.  The Line Deputy is everywhere and even Aaron Rodgers can play after Rob Kardashian sat behind me on the plane.  Dale Earnhart Jr. was the quick change artist (with the Northwestern hat on) a row across and in front of me with his "Appalachian bride".  The stewardesses found their smiles easily as the crew chief wore a little square pin that said, "Be Nice", and Rick Scott, a very tall voyager of FL (military term and designation) was boarding the plane right behind me.  It is time for Chicago Fire to take a break and go to Texas to apprehend Kenny Chesney of Dallas and now Denver Homicide.  Peyton Manning and his crew here would really appreciate it.  They are getting fatigued.  Working with Brad Paisley, a military COYOTE in TX was a bad plan.  The shows are getting confused and everything is about to blow away in the strong desert winds that could whip up this week.  Thank you, Cody Matz, for being behind the eyes of the tall Sikh (about 6'6") in the front half of the plane.  He knows a journey now.  I keep it all pretty copacetic, and we will find peace soon enough.

Can You Keep A Secret?

Just a quick note.  History is repeating itself in an unhelpful way.  The main problem is having Russia in The Middle East, and confusion about nationalities past life and this one.  The Tower of Babel is about to be again in MECCA to begin with.  Here, near me, there has been too much Somalian spoken in my current Arab meeting places, a restaurant and a Starbucks.  Arabs need to no longer tunnel through Somali persons, especially children.  I circulate in many different colonies to keep the one telepathic language English.  Russian and Middle Eastern abilities, and language are just different.  It is time to be clear, not obfuscated or confused who is in vicinity or coming through the cerebral processing center of each entity in the room.  Jews have changed history again and again, because the poor me of their community, they have been the winners, but label themselves the victims of all world society.  It has made Arabs rage against each other since the beginning of time.  There will be a summit this week.  All Middle Eastern countries will meet.  Egypt will be kept in an adjoining room, and they will tunnel through, effectively.  Russians will be exported to Georgia, to see servitude properly.  Egypt, the astral projector, will keep Sasha away.  Jews will be kept out of the vicinity.  Lands and languages will be discussed, not religion.  The cleric brothers will be there, let's just say they are from Morocco.  The Middle Eastern, marine, sentinel linguist will guard outside, to admit those who speak Arabic properly.  He will then commence to lock the doors and the meeting will proceed.  Sloppy language will have the person ejected immediately.  It will be all male.  We are going full on CLERIC now.  This means discussing a higher divinity, related to academia, than any established religion.  Colleed, will provide air support.  Palestinians will be kept in the foyer, due to their lifetimes of connection to Israel.  Because of its ability to keep itself off TV, Muscat, Oman, will be the location, at a secretly chosen embassy.  If you cannot find it, you do not have the abilities to deal with these high and holies, secretly.

Travels, Past and Present

I just stopped by to have a lovingly prepared meal from The Arabs down the street.  Rumi was there, and we spoke telepathically, and it was gentle and free.  People are around me all the time, but only they are them.  I told them about my birthday being on Thanksgiving this year, and about my trip to CO to see my sister.  I also introduced them, through one, that my birth date is JFK's assassination date, and I was born at Pearl Harbor.  I said, "Muhammad, I am just a hot mess of disaster."  He laughed, but once I left, they began looking into the numerology of my birth.  I was getting that numerology is important for this crew which contains two high clerics.  That number is important as well.  I then saw one man I have not seen for a while.  The last time I went there, all the walls had been painted white, and they reconstructed the prayer closet for more privacy.  I felt like this man, who is the best astral projector on the planet, had had a psychotic break, and destroyed the place and its ambiance.  They handled it in their own way.  He had had pretty, longer, jet black hair, but today he had a crew cut that had grey mixed in it.  He also had an unkempt beard.  I told him that I liked his hair and beard.  He looked like he hasn't been firing on all cylinders for weeks.  I told him about my birthday.  I was just happy that he came out of the back to say hello to me.  When I used to go there regularly, before this altercation, and he would offer me free desert.  He would also check on me to see if I needed anything.  I found him endearing and sweet.  I am sure that wasn't his whole scene that had to do with me.  I just felt like I came in the nick of time, and now they can work together properly.  In history, there was the freaky Alexander the Great.  When I used to visit with Arabs, downtown Minneapolis, at Caribou Coffee, Sasha, from Russia, would visit with us.  Sasha is a nickname for Alexander, his true name.  He was a KING in Georgia (Russia).  He also spoke to me about becoming Jewish in The Twin Cities.  His land training had been done by The KGB.  We talked about it on occasion, and he realized that there was some similarities between our dojos.  Sasha, just like when he was Alexander the Great, liked hanging out with Arabs, not Egyptians.  They made him feel safe, even when they shouldn't have.  There was a lot of deceit in that coffee clutch.  So this man with the beard down the street, I believe, was Alexander the Great's confident (not sexual partner.  His MOTHER was his sexual second) and number two.  I believe that he was Egyptian in that lifetime, and thus Alexander treated him with the rules of slavery in those days.  It was a total disgrace.  Alexander wasn't even educated properly.  This Egyptian man would prescout astrally, and keep the troops safe and loyal to Alexander.  He wanted to wander, not be part of a conquerors lifestyle.  He did most of the work, and received none of the credit, especially academically.  Maybe THIS lifetime is where he will be seen with my brother, Peter the Great.  They are a natural fit, and will be very MIND motivated around each other.  RUSSIA will be a new space as soon as the royals are allowed back in.

Rumi In Vicinity

Rumi, you surpassed Sufi long ago.  Your academic pursuits are many, and your ability to communicate with all in vicinity is grand.  Your poetry may take a different key this week.  Please stay away from belly dancing chain.  It may become sexy with so many Somali's in vicinity and tunneling through.  You may mistake them for The Whirling Devishes of The Mevlevi Order.  They were devout.  BELLY DANCER women are complete deceit, almost gypsy, and heinous cruelty.  It is time to purify.  Know that your brother is a great balance for you.  Your youngest brother may be a little too much for you out of a deep seated jealousy of your pursuits and independence, internationally.  His position will become known soon enough.  I recommend a stay in an Army barracks this week, to see how mighty he is over that group of notables.  It is time to try magics that have to do with fires, especially in the desert.  You can even do it remotely, and have The Middle East Police give you a play by play.  The astral projector who used to work for you can report that very easily.  I miss your smile for I have not been by in a while.  Other chains have pulled at my ankles and feet.  I hope this note finds you doing well, and finding ways to evolve in the middle of this Minnesota setting.

The Man With the Tongue of The Middle East: Sufi, Rumi is in View

My language is English, your smile is universal.  I meet you in a land of Vietnam with my mother, but you are The Middle East, and military of embassy.  He speaks all dialects of The Middle East.  At heart, I believe that he is a poet.  You were formerly SUFI, and he was actually an explorer, a linguist, and actually from Egypt.  I do know the STARGAZER, King Twins from Cairo.  We will split Egypt down the middle, even splitting Cairo, and The Middle East will not break.  Watch the video on youtube.com for "When You Believe," with Whitney Houston and Maraih Carey.  I think that it is the voice of Egypt and some Persia.  I now believe that Whitney Houston was 100% Persian, and Mariah is 100% Egyptian.  I now see that video as a gift.  It merges communities who really despise each other.  It brings the Sufi connection together.  The bus brings many friends.  I saw Mustafa today.  The first twin asked me to go to Egypt the first time we spoke on the bus.  I have seen the twins sitting side by side on an empty bus one day.  They got off at different stops.  If you wish to meet the CLERIC, Rumi, he is Mohammed at The Big Marina.  He is a lead mystic and cleric today.  We share a black/ white clerical collar for The Middle East.  Your take on war is welcome, but you can like the chaos a little bit.  Just do not forget how hard it was to get a meal when the firefights or bombings expose the interiors of the cafes to the exteriors of the humble streets.  I did notice the two way answers.  It is okay to be a high level marine in active service in The U.S working two gigs.  You are perfect for Hennepin County Sheriff Department around me.  If we run into each other, I will wave hello.  It is okay to be random with me, and around me.  I would rather put into your basket, than to concentrate on the bastardization of laws in my vicinity.  Those servers now know how hard you work to stay undetected and to create no alarm.  This juncture we crossed in was necessary TODAY.  Things will pick up rather quickly.

A Vision of Turmoil

There is red hot coals in view of where my heart should be.  The energy could fuel every train engine on TV.  I begin to draw with charcoal and create the shading that must be to be the lines, actually.  A raven flies above, and I wish to be hidden in his wings.  Am I the artist, or am I the model?  It is too confusing to be sure?  The words flow to find a healing that feels spiritual in the material realm.  Can I just convert an infinite violation, instead of naming the scarlet letter that should be on all in vicinity?  Today, universal guilt is becoming clear.  Maybe a stop to the excuses for abuses, and a beginning of a plan to extricate me from the hell that I know every day.  At this juncture my walls should be blood red, but they are merely tan with cob webs in the corners.  There is a chill in my room due to the fact that my window will not close.  Broken pieces are all I see, and this has never been the reality of my things.  Monsters do exist, and dwell in my cave.  I write to ignite, but also to set me free.  I can't leave the place where I am allowed to be.  In the dark, I see the footprints in the snow.  I now know that my heart is not an analogy.

Appalachian Construction

My dreams were laced with Appalachian realities and visions last night.  I now know that when I went to Appalachia (West Virginia) the summer after 9th grade, there was an active militia functioning down there.  We had walkie talkie CB's and I talked to truck drivers as we rolled south.  When we were going around Chicago, "Jack" (John) Forrest came on the CB.  I didn't know him at the time, but he was driving a union (Teamster) big rig.  I said, my name handle was SNOWTOP.  He said, "Is that NOTOP?"  My then senior minister to my mom who became my stepfather later said, "This HOLY ROLLER keep it clean."  He did not know until today, that Jack heard me wrong, and was shocked, so he came through the minister to correct to faux pas.  Decency on CB was greatly federally enforced at the time, and only I had the military clout to speak at the age of 14.  We had a good conversation from there and he gave us the best route.  We probably picked up between 2 and 3 hours, but it saved vital gasoline that was running low in The South.  This militia came through Jack, and he probably did not know that until today.  He was acting FBI bureau chief at the time, for DC.  This militia was unseen, but some of The Pennsylvania delegation would hear them at night.  They were guarding their supplies and supply routes for dynamite, Jack Daniels, and Moonshine.  They were tracing thermal images in the house we were working on (with a spiritual ability having to do with burning a campfire in the night, quietly.  I went in and talked to the woman, and the truth became apparent.  She was smoking cigarettes while she was on oxygen.  She had burn marks all over her night gown.  THAT was the explosive material they were tracking.  An explosion would have caused the mining companies to check what was going on up there.  In the night, they just removed her oxygen and gave her a spiritual ability to breathe better.  My schism between military entity and simple high school girl, was complete in front of the binoculars of these men.  I spent most of my time inside the elementary school where we slept, when I was not working on the construction of this house.  Because so much spiritual energy was floating around, I was very tired, and then I would float outside and yell out my General concerns.  This militia studied, and was tremendously entertained at the same time.  I was keeping a separation between the local men and the youth group I was traveling with.  They thought that they could play them, especially the females, but that was not to be.  They played volleyball with them outside, but I stayed in the school, unconsiously monitoring other things.  Now they have a plethora of information about me and evidence against the "play" the most dangerous beast they had ever seen was doing with me.  Let's not even get into salacious topics.  My anger in the mode of general can be really funny, because I do take the pain of enemy on me, but there is definitely a purpose for me being in that state at that time.  Tommy, I wish you well on your journey.  You are now insurgency against Ashkenazim Jews, in Indy.  Master that troop, and you will know the dark side of the soul that can never be healed.  Your people will be so glad to welcome you back when you are through. Tommy has the ability to see through trees from the air, up to 1,000 feet now. Someday, The Line Deputy of Marion County, and I, will come to visit, and we can construct a structure that you will have to dwell in when you are going through times of becoming more holy without medications or drugs.  I learned the structure, called a GEODOME, when I taught marine biology and English at Nature's Classroom (an environmental education camp), in Bourne, MA (Cape Cod).

Cleaning Out the Arab Sea

Grim Reapers working in unity pass new international legislation.  It is time for Arab men, with the voices of Egypt, to tunnel through their entire communities to have Arab women serial kill on Arab women practicing Wiccan.  This is especially on Royal Saudi men.  Death photos will be shot and hung publicly in a royal square, not in Mecca,so that if the women come back, all bets are off, and the whole community will hunt them.  It will replace pornography in those communities.  It is not snuff porn, it is the documentation of the evil of prostitution and adultery in Arab states on effective leadership.  Arab men of authority will then be able to be seen on TV, and Arab nonpracticing women will be able to have nice things.  This is not law, it is law enforcement.  Pensions will be delivered to the most effective solitary serial killing Arab women, especially if they have no mate due to war and starvation.  We are bringing back the veils and allowing war to cease in these countries, but the population can still be stabilized.  Fear, and then terror, will be the result when you ladies see the full birka eyes of these rageful female killing machines.  After an effective week of kills, these women will be detoxified in the desert, not the mountains, of Afghanistan.  Men will thus stay out of the limelight as being the cruelest, most brutal, killers of women almost "for fun."  Colleed, they will come for you as the highest active Saudi Royal on a mission with me in the urban zone of downtown Minneapolis, very publicly.  Have your sabre ready, and stay far from the sea.  The line deputy, of Marion County, is watching.  He will be air support if you need.  Have your papers ready, and if any women come on your palace grounds, shoot them on sight.  They are rabid werewolfery, and you would be judged falsely.

Positive Energy

My dreams were awake, but dreaming, last night.  I was relating to 2 serial killers, with one  more in the distance.  They spoke of the cues to find them properly.  I was being chased by psychiatry, and these SK entities were beginning to be elite.  I would say that psychiatry needs to back away this week.  I am top cop in this field and these entities will relate to me personally. Any SK I come upon has a million tunneled through.  Energetic and telepathic cures come to be when they are around me.  I started working, hardcore, with this team after I finished my black belt study with Chung Moo Quan.  Another dream came through with a very violent duo from China.  One of them had a Chung tattoo on her ankle, but not Moo, like me.  She said that Moo was a bastard meaning.  I then said that it was actually North Korean.  It was the yin and yang of violent energetic violation.  Only proper wording and energies bring these "summits" to a close, peacefully.  I did a great job, on Waikiki, as a baby.  When I was six months old, I became the ONLY inspector general (for the United Nations) World General Judge.  I have solved many cases now, and I go to the mat for a new military that is forming, telepathically.  SK nation will be a big part of this unity.  SK's work well alone, but are best with one loyal partner for backup, clean up, and alibi.  They travel around the country, for work, and are expert carpenters, truckers (especially with refrigerated rigs), wood workers, and masons.  Masonry is new.  It is the precise nature of elite killing with the concentration it provides after the act that creates this expertise.  It has to do with the shunning away and breaking down the subjects who are acting with Wiccan all over their work sights, and communities.  After they kill these Wiccan witches, they feel at peace, especially energetically.  It is time to admit that TV provides a view of the world that is not practical in ritualistic Apocalyptic warfare.  I will continue to look up at the right times.  I will walk away from violence, but continue to find comedy in the every day.  Bringing this comedy to active and precise killers is very healing on all societies concerned.  It is time to clean up spaces that all of you walk in, and not expect that anyone will be "good."  I do what I do so that we have a material realm, but separation will happen soon enough, and hell will no longer be a prophecy for all of you demon entities who will not admit that your soul is all evil without the borrowed and STOLEN light of God.

Hand in Hand With the Grim Reaper

I have taken a few days away from writing.  I met a man named Rob the other night.  He is a carpenter, and he travels with Francisco Garcia, a Mexican male who likes to show his documents when you meet him.  He had a plastic CA driver's license, a green, plastic green card, and a social security card that was the normal firm paper.  I did not look at the numbers.  He then goes into border politics and could not get me past the reality that Latino very powerful Latino males have the answers to the problem at hand.  He got so exacerbated that he could not get me into white guilt or Latino hate sentiments after I said that I had worked for Donald trump in Indiana at a catering company.  I said that he was a good boss.  We watched the Packers vs Patriots game.  We were all rooting for Aaron Rodgers, but Brady pulled it out in the end.  We had a fun conversation and so we all journeyed together to their housing space.  Rob was a military man who I could feel is a Grim Reaper (When he fell asleep and I spoke with him, telepathically, his face transformed and looked like it had a black mask on it.  As I talked him through it , telepathically, his face appeared normal again.).  Grim Reapers are very rare.  There are 4 in the world.  He was very kind, and he promised, though he would be gone later this week, that he would not leave me behind.  He will get at the nooks and crannies and find a way to get me free of all that strangles me. His abilities are infinite and his connection form more and more daily.  He is ALWAYS the man for the job.  I did about 4 hours of telepathic counseling with him.  Without that, he may have not been around much longer.   I was also counseling men coming through him.  I started communicating with my uncle and he started moving his right hand.  My uncle is a Death Harbinger.  Franciso had a different room, and after we fell asleep, I think that the Columbia Heights cops came in and shot him.  It was very loud.  Even Rob was startled.  We just kept our position.  Rob, just keep Francisco's documents for when you need another Francisco.  You just make up an Appalachian style story why the picture is different.  Fridley and Columbia Heights are almost police states now.  Special Forces were coming through him all night, so I reopened his file and inserted him into that category, legally.  I am now putting all special forces on my JAG list to keep them out of penitentiary until they need a break.  This will be filed through The International Justice Center that I opened, in downtown Minneapolis, MN, to handle genecidalists here in MN, from Africa.  I will now base it in DC, one block from The Pentagon.  It will have a reading room for Special Forces officers, and will constantly be on lock down for their safety, sanity, and security.  NO AMBULANCES will be allowed within 10 miles of this space.  They will not be Army or Navy JAG.  Special Forces will be its own branch of the military that is international in all theory and specification.  One step in the wrong direction and these new Special Forces will eliminate the threat.  Rob and I had a very personal exchange.  I stayed down today.  I then, as I was waking, got that Jeff Sessions in a military Grim Reaper.  The overlap with Rob was amazing.  Rob is military, Appalachian, and a Grim Reaper, but all those aspects are separate.  Mr. Sessions in a military Appalachian Grim Reaper.  At about 5:15 pm CT, I got that Mr. Sessions tried to assassinate the president with this aspect of his personality.  I sent a strong telepathic message for everyone to drop to the floor.  I then instructed ants to crawl all over them.  It will then change the perseption of the topography of where President Trump is overseas, thus Mr. Sessions will not find him.  Without Rob, I would not be able to take this call, and understand it properly.  I do not think that Mr. Sessions tried to do this because he lost his job today, I think it was an economic shift in his head that is unsolvable, thus he sees elimination of Trump as the only action that could work.  It is time for Appalachians to get a contract with Lowes and Home Depot for wood, nails, and tin sheets.  With these materials they can redo their homes for safety and durability.  It will also produce a feeling of plenty.  It is board and battening and tin roofing party time in their beautiful mountain colony.  Check out the West Virginia home I worked on in 9th grade (with the White Bear Lake, MN, youth group).  See if it has stood the test of time.  That was my Appalachian Service Project experience.  Appalachians can then use their energetic abilities to assist with TRANSPORT of goods for these two lumber agencies and keep them vermin free.  They will then also be in position for back orders that go wrong, and they will REAP the benefits of what greedy benefactors plan but can no longer pay for.

Bringing Out the King

Today is a day I fought with the grey of the day.  It was fun watching the Vikings win.  I will watch a bit of The Packers and Patriots tonight.  My thoughts are pretty simplistic at this moment.  The dark and wet is winning outside.  As I watched the Vikings game, I was down while they were up.  As I sit quietly at Starbucks, I find an even keel.  Subjects seem to keep themselves away at this time.  I knew that coming here to Starbucks was a good idea, but I would have difficulty writing.  I do have two movies I can watch tonight.  If the lights won't go out in my brain, I can watch one, or both, of them.  I am thinking of BLUE EYES today.  His study of the word free is coming to a halt.  I cannot put into print what he does see, especially because tomorrow is Veterans Day.  I saw you go to the hoagie joint next door last week.  It was nice to see you.  I just observe what is in the vicinity, and then tabulate later.  The Sheriff of Hennepin County is in an election cycle, but I sure he would appreciate a call from you regarding your research.  He is not trying to ignore YOU, but he has had it with police in Minneapolis, especially by me, downtown and in Northeast.  They just cannot get the whole concept of freedom of speech.  Maybe it is because they have a problem with illiteracy in the department.  I'd love to hear an original thought that comes from THEIR brains.  Oh, did that hurt your feelings?  Do your jobs.  Get it done.  Take down the real scum, especially in government.  Why don't you look into Mark Dayton from back in the day.  I am sure my uncle, Jim King, has something to say.  Norm Coleman is always on the fence, but he might be able to access a Hmong key from when I was at Como Park High School (University level coursework).  HOCKEY is the key for my brother Peter and the way my uncle knows Mark Dayton (Southwest High).  Ask questions about WHY Mark almost died when someone sliced his throat with a blade.  You are free now, Jim.  We make you ARMY, and now you can speak to anyone.  Joe Biden is annoying, but it is better than having Mike Pence call you, especially at election time.  Make a difference ON YOUR OWN.  Differentiate yourself from the family and integrate your parts into a unity that can finally honor your dictatorical side.  THEN and only then, will you find your royalty.  Elton John will be working behind the scenes in L.A., not Meredee.  NEVER trust or be alone with, Paul McCartney.  He still thinks that mom is the cat's meow.  No offense mom, but Jim needs his own notoriety beyond his kids, his ex, and you.  You will be PROUD to call him KING after that.

Thank You

Thank you Latino males for having my back last night.

Fair Play

Tomorrow is a day that millions of people go to The Church of The NFL.  I will be watching the Vikings take on The Detroit Lions.  I might also watch Brady take on Rodgers that night.  I know that we have many people out there with tunnel through, and some telepathic, abilities.  Just know that if you get in the mind of an NFL quarterback, it is big time harm to our economy.  You will be found and prosecuted very quickly.  This may be a home monitoring, for know, of your whole community.  More and more people will come your way with hostility every day.  You also may have hostility funneled through you, and you may have inappropriate rage with the wrong traffic cop, for an example.  Remote viewing needs to stay out of the locker rooms.  That again is a federal felony.  If you use witchcraft (mainly Wiccan) to block a play or field goal, VEGAS (Leo) will be alerted to your vicinity and level of deceit.  It is time to just use satanism to encourage fair play.  Telekinesis by defensive players needs to stop, especially on the quarterbacks.  I will get Reggie Wayne, formerly of The Colts, on that issue.  He is the most powerful witch doctor in the world.  His voodoo is elite, and Reggie does not have to be sweet.  He has the cops in New Orleans on his side.

Angelic Army Forming

The night was long, and the day has been short.  Finding the keys has been hard for me, but I am revving up my engines for a victory.  I have a playwright sitting next to me.  It was time for Russia to leave, but the Czech nation is in the economy and within a tree of fruitful boundaries.  You can judge me outside this space, but here I am able to be me.  It has been an alchemy of hard times around me that must be molded into a victory.  I understand things differently, and I rarely speak of what I write or ponder, daily.  Today has an elite force forming on the other side of a celestial wall.  They are a new army and are not dead, they are manifesting themselves and the beingness they wish to be.  Angel wings will appear when they use their abilities, and they will never use ritualistic tactics.  POWER will be their key, and they will walk into their souls more and more each day.  I am proud to be part of their organization and formation.  There will be no diversity there.  It will be male with the female that is me.  Like will be with like, racially.  Divergence will never happen.  All acts will be conscious and loving my way.  When their power level becomes depleted, they will fight the mighty evil outside of me, and keep me safe and loved in a cocoon.  I will no longer believe in the illusion of safety in mixed space.  It is not possible with me.  As of now, those who look like them are an illusion of safety as well as it exists here in this realm.  They have to work if they wish to stay in an upper echelon that is a realm outside of hierarchy of demon.  I continue to just keep moving, and now others are beginning to know the actual realities of evil and demonic in this space we share on the Earth plane.

A Prince To Be

The second movie I watched last night was The Fencer.  It was a movie based in Estonia, but was in Russian, after WWII.  A fencer from From Leningrad comes to a small town in Estonia to teach physical education.  He starts a fencing team.  He is being tracked because he was a deserter from The German Army.  This is a very Russian movie.  The lighting, weather, and emotional content is blunted as Russian eyes and communities tend to be.  I have a Czech Knight traveling with me, telepathically.  In person, the other day, I looked at his backpack and commented that it looked service oriented.  He said that it is, and that he is a marine.  I told him of the military in my family and did actually speak up about my marine training in Finlaysen, with Army 6 star World General George, when I was 7.  I said that there were some things that we needed to take care of up there, and I was a part of that.  It was the strongest moment of connection that we have ever had.  It then made it easier for me to connect with him, telepathically.  I started seeing the spaces and places he had been around me.  He is now allowed to be around my comedy.  Energetically, it is a very powerful and positive merger to play.  He loved that I had gotten that movie yesterday, so appropriate to our enhanced recognition of similarity.  He also was impressed that I watched it all the way through in one night, especially as movie number two.  He speaks fluent Russian so his difference in cognitive processing style was not a problem.  It centered and relaxed both of us for sleep.  He is in preparation for the title of Grand Prince of Slovakian Lands to be their main witness in a new soviet court of law, and opinion, about all matters around me.  My Great Grandfather would be so proud.  He had these men tracked down and locked down after the war to save their dignity, and then released them when it was a time of a whole new economy.  This then preserved their pride in their religious authority, THE ECONOMY.

Bent No More

I voted today and my ballot became part of the early voting assembly line in North Minneapolis.  I live in NE, but this was my early voting vicinity.  I was a bit tired because I watched two movies last night.  The first was Bent.  It was a mob related/ spy thriller.  I was watching the first gunfight, and I saw this heavy man playing a man as part of protection detail for a mob higher up.  As soon as I saw this man, I said, "Delgato."  I think that this is a new mob related ability.  It is a group of high and holy, highly abilitied, mob bosses who have a name that carries weight, but no one knows what they look like.  The key is that these men spent their younger days in Syria.  They will come into their creativity in Italy.  They wish to make these types of films.  As I look within for a read, I feel that these films will be highly telepathic and all death scenes will be actual strong and sadistic satinistic rituals which will rely strongly on lighting, not music, but may be brief.  These films will be distributed through The Middle East. They are meant to terrify and keep boundaries to prevent larceny, gambling, credit abuse, and sexual depravity in professional, and multitalented men of authority.  These men will be surrounded by men, and they will do diplomacy, not protection, in New York City, for a newly imagined and FIERCE United Nations.  What they say will go.  I believe that these men are now acting on inner training, and are killing in an almost serial killer way (coming out of their early years in a foreign nation crossing their ethnicity and religion), based out of New Jersey.  DELGATO, find MONK.  I pull you in as the point man on the corps of new diplomacy that NYC will contain.  You are now FBI and MONK is my FBI contact in Indianapolis, IN.  He is high and holy and from NYC.  I made him CIA right away.  Delgato's one word code name will confuse the whole system.  Delgato and Monk, look at Bleuno (Brazilian oil) and Tarig (Sultan of Kuwaiti oil) from Hamline University's English Language Studies (ELS) Program who completed my very bloody freshmen year there with me.  They are part of a whole new fated set of embassy, internationally.  The program was for ALL United Nation Ambassador's first born sons.  It may be grizzly even to you, what we had to do to just sleep at night, and Bleuno spent most of his childhood on the streets of Rio de Janeiro.  Delgato, this new international alpha male cinema will contain shots of artifacts used in rituals that result in death for the diseased.  Music will be short and pulsating.  The soundtracks will have the EP's of these tracks.  The world will be your stage.