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).