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.