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.