The Man in The Corner

The other day, I was at the Starbucks at The IDS Crystal Court, and I saw Mike Zimmer.  I gave him his privacy and only spoke with my mind.  I sent an email through WCCO that I did see and recognize him.  I then sent an intuitive reading.  I let him know that it is the jousting that rests deep in his heart that needs to breathe again in his relations with other men.  Honor and dignity are what is most important to be observed by people lower in the hierarchy than him.  I promised that, as a fair maiden, if he won the competition, he could have coffee with me at my writing spot, a Starbucks coffee.  I insured that our public showing would be private in many ways.  Well, I just came to coffee at The Starbucks at The Downtown Target.  He must have won because he was sitting right there when I got here.  I made a sweet comment about his hat and then talked to him about NASCAR a bit.  We spoke telepathically with one person between us.  He got up to leave and I wished him a Happy New Year and told him to be safe on those slick streets.  He smiled and wished me the same.  I think there is a roaring lion being birthed in this individual and he is not going to sit down and take it anymore.  I clap quietly in the corner.

A Dream Being the Beginning of a Whole New World Order

I had a brilliant and exciting dream.  In reality, around extrication, helicopters almost crash around me because the abilities, even of the pilots, go against me.  Wind whips up with multiple witcheries.  Last night, I heard the helicopter in my dream and then I saw that it was moving like a dragonfly.  They stand for illusion, and master the ability of levitation for speed control.  It moved in and out until it picked me up, actually.  Finally.  I have waited my whole life for this.  Then the real time spiritual wall broke down.  I could speak my truth about tunnel through, and everyone had read the whole script up to then.  We had a party and it kept breaking into different groups, one more deceitful then the one before.  I did not just stand back and watch poor me TV.  I spoke my mind and my truth and got them to really think about where they were going.  I became very aware of my power and ability to handle it all.  We were to have turkey for our meal, and we caught a drug company trying to poison it.  I delegated a family doctor to take care of it.  I have always been a great hostess.  I became fatigued, at a certain point, and I called out for my Line Deputy from MC.  I felt like crying about feeling alone and scared on top, and missing him terribly.  I also knew that I needed Sheriff Stanek, in vicinity, as soon as possible.  He knows the rules of the trade, and I can delegate to him.  I called in Arlene yesterday through her medical school.  She is no longer compromised, and will trade a new found sobriety for life itself.  No more internet for you, ever again, Arlene.  Clean up and be one of the mighty.  If you stay dirty you will fall into the reality of nothingness as your legacy.  This dream was far to real for words.  I can lead in this state without a "cohost," but I prefer and deserve a beautifully matched partner and hierarchy.

Waking Up Christ

I had a very powerful dream last night.  Robert Deniro was in it.  He was like a perverted curmudgeon.  There was unwanted touch.  The reason it was unwanted was because he was verbalizing how much he hated me and said other demeaning things.  I think my father, and other family members have his ear, but more recently my ex Jeff.  In the dream, Jeff had an ICP duo, one with a black leather jacket with a black clown face on it, attack me sexually to shut me down, terrify me, and to demean.  My cell phone had not rung for weeks in this dream, and Jeff called and then my phone and Robert Deniro's phone rang.  Jeff explained that people in Hollywood had been getting my calls for about a year and a half.  (Well The Hell's Angels, through Son's of Anarchy, will answer that call today.  Have fun, Jeff.  You have no unity at all.)  He thought that my pariahdom was absolutely hilarious.  By the end of this dream I was floating through the air and looking into green plastic tethers and I could see Jeff's form.  I then screamed at him, "Why can't you just face me, Jeff?  Are you so afraid of me that you can't just face me?  Be a real man and show yourself to me.  I will not be afraid of you.  You scare and torture me all the time.  This jugalo knows that it is all absurd.  I know that jugalo means that you killed me more than just a little bit.  What part of Resurrection do you not understand?  We made you an unrecognizable Christ who died by crucifixion for a reason.  WAKE UP!!!"

Vikings Play

Today I will watch the Vikings and Bears game.  Just think, I am sure that Vikings hunted Bears back in the day.  It is time for them to HUNT again, and stop the stalking all over me.  Rudolph, my gift of sight is for you today.  I suggest that you envision clapping your hands together with gymnast chalk before each play even if you wear gloves.  It will make you more aerobatic.  You can also think of marking your palms with blue pool cue chalk.  You can mark it with a K.  Then, if anyone is knocked out, it won't be you.  It will also make strange angle plays come to you, and be caught by you.  In the end, you will see table salt pouring over you in the stadium which will turn to snow.  That will give you a weather ability, and you can deliver the wins to all the good little boys and girls, but NOT have a shiny red nose.  Kirk, keep the ball close to you.  They are going to try to strip it with any opportunity they can get.  Wiccan mystical play is afoot there.  Heads up, coaching staff, Brad Childres is stalking the entire squad.  Keep him at bay.  This is serious business, but I think that we can have fun if you put you left foot in, your left foot out and your right foot in, your right foot out, and then you do the hoky poky and you turn yourself around.  NO ONE is going to the poky (jail) today.  Griffin, take your medication already, or you will be censored by the satanism of The NFL.  What starts in football, stays in football.

Sky Way Starbucks

Today I decided to do something different.  I am writing at The Crystal Court IDS Sky way, Starbucks.  There is a cold wind today, but at least it is not wet.  I feel the heinous amounts of Wiccan confusion in the air today.  There is so very little I can do to battle this.  Switching venues will hopefully help.  A lot of people just walk by.  One group that comes through down here is fraternity, internationally.  A few of these powerful RAMS have already walked through.  Next door to this Starbucks is One, Two, Three Sushi.  One day I went in for some lunch, and I happened to meet the owner.  I spoke to him a bit about Waikiki, and I saw enough to know that he was head Yakuza.  He made sure that everything was up to my standards, and was very polite.  On the bus today, I met a strong cross Native.  His telepathy was very strong and clear.  They are looking into some incidents in the 70's and 80's having to do with my family, more specifically, my father.  They are sick of being used and abused.  They trying to organize their hierarchy in a way that they can all exist as one.  It is time for people to check their p's and q's to find the door of reality in their realm and space.  Attack if you will, but we will just hold up a very powerful mirror for you as you say heinous things about us.  Sheer stupidity is your only quality, and you were never kind and compassionate.  Corporate power will march to a steadier and more powerful beat as a feudal lord society comes to be.  Military will only listen to the almighties of their reality.  Coups will be internationally illegal, thus, military, if you choose that, we will sentence you to torture and death within your own vicinity.  We will never occupy again, but use tunnel through and very powerful Native spells to keep our world clean, and your reality no longer subtle.  I will now just observe and see what comes. 

Haiku for You

I have been on Christmas holiday for a few days.  I am hungry to write something that connects me.  I thought that if I came to Fridley Starbucks, something would weave a new dream.  I had a really good swim last night.  I went later so there was very little activity in the pool.  I ran into the Japanese trinity who I see there sometimes.  We took a hot tub together yesterday.  It is the aging grandfather (he says hello in English and goodbye as well as he bows my way), the aging grandmother (she swats him on the bootie after he talks to me and splashes him with water), and the dutiful granddaughter.  The grandmother got out of the hot tub, and she sat on the side until I got out.  I felt very protected.  I know what an honor that is.  It was funny because a few days ago I saw Isles of Dogs.  It was a Japanese animated movie.  It had light Japanese humor to it that was really cool.  Maybe people are rearranging their thoughts about what is real and what is not.  I stay quiet in this moment as my train feels like it took the wrong tracks in my sleep.  I just know that Asia, especially Japan, is coming on board today.  It is difficult to discuss lineage lines in a royal market.  I will just say that I had Japanese blood around me, from birth, but I have no Asian (or any other minority) blood in my bloodstream, but I have had it all tunnel through affecting my thinking patterns, learning styles, and verbalizations.  Japan has been a key at keeping me the me I wish to be.  The trees of deceit will never create anything of their own.  I bring a piece of chalk and a ruler to the learning board every day, and start with a perfect equilateral triangle.  Beyond that, a compass can draw a perfect circle inside.  THAT was my idea on Waikiki.  Others lay claim to my project, but they change it just enough to not make me rage every day.  The thought process of Haiku was taught to me right away after birth, and is celebrated in Isle of Dogs.  I will celebrate that artistry with you by sharing my haiku Balance with you.  The butterfly flies.  Feathers of a heron dance.  Be well with balance.  Take this haiku into your heart and be kind to the wild birds in your vicinity.

Feeling the New Year Arriving

Today is a kind of quiet day.  I am at Starbucks just putting a few words on the page.  People are coming and going, and I had a Starbucks reward I could use, so I had a breakfast sandwich.  I don't know how long this is going to hold out, but my sleep as returned to a normal pattern.  The day holds a lot of characters passing by.  I am excited to see my family tomorrow.  I wish I had some little Christmas ditty to share, but my Christmas spirit is a little flat.  My life has been such an open book.  For this New Year, I wish for some privacy and comfort.  I wish for a break for those who can eventually stand beside me.  I wish for the music to return to me.  There is a conversation I wish to have with so many, but I need them to stay stable in society.  I will continue to visit my normal spots.  I will, again, feel grateful for my YMCA membership and other help from my insurance.  I will see my dentist in a few weeks.  I am finally becoming aware of the rapid healing ability I have, and my regeneration gift too.  I will forever be different, but I will meet those who can groove well with my popular percussion beat.  I laughed today, in a joyful way, at Cody Matz's Christmas Sweater yesterday, and even more jolly sweater and Santa hat, today.  Now I will just groove with the people who are coming through positively.  Taking down a major restaurant corp. on top of the FBI is the bliss I have brought the world this year.  Darden, forever will be my destiny to guide economy above any law enforcement entity, but less than military.  Aaron Rodgers, you are the king of interview messages of positivity.  Kirk Cousins, I watch with bated breath.

I Call The Grim Reaper

Blue Eyes, it has been Fridley all along.   This intersection of restaurants and shops was planned me on Waikiki.  There is enough overlap to promote confusion, and eventually bring about a breakdown in THEIR hierarchy.  Your crew can clean up easily from now on.  I took a strong Wiccan bite the other night, but now they will never even be heard in a court of law.  We will take them all to Lino Lakes Sex Offender program.  We will then experiment on them psychiatrically.  I think it is time to focus on FEMALE castration.  I am sure that the Line Deputy has some ideas.  If I sound angry, I definitely am.  I have to smile and walk away from humiliation in all settings.  Look at my apartment complex.  Ladies, just know that I hold the heart of Africa in my hands, and if you try to sully my reputation anymore, they WILL stand up and protest in Hennepin County courts, AND take care of it behind the scenes.  Because you all are such liars, we will have a court room in the actual Hennepin County Medical Center campus.  It will show that you are both dangerous and sick and twisted to others, and tremendously psychiatrically from birth.  Kelly Muse is in vicinity.  She is Darden boss now while I'm away.  She sees the stalking you were all doing when I was there in Indianapolis.  Now she knows the dedication I had to have to work there and write on line at the same time.  I should be such a misogynist, but I am still polite and friendly to women, very openly.  I am very conscious that I prefer the company of men, but I do not make women feel out of place in mixed company.  There is a hidden campus to it all in another major metropolitan community, but I will keep that card face down.  We are doing some legal jimmying to make sure that warlockery does not take over our jails and asylums.  It will make work their torturous because it is terrifying, and guards will go away from all responsibilities, especially boundarying the inmates.  They will also be judged mentally ill.  Eventually warlockery will win because so much Wiccan has been practiced in these places.  Those realms will then be cut off from my kingdoms and societies.  We will be long gone from interaction with them by then.  I call on Rob today to go their way with your Grim Reaper magic.  Active SK's will flock to that location and they will not know what reality is much longer, and they will definitely be peeing themselves, publicly, on the job, to just begin to return the torture you have reaped upon me.

A Catholic Rise

I will say that I walked through a maelstrom last night, and kept my head high.  I am at Starbucks, Fridley, MN, early.  Legal risks are afoot, and even Interpol is on the list.  The spiritual is beginning to merge into the material.  It is time to pay close attention, guys.  I had your back, and now is a time to just say that you don't really know me, ALL OF YOU.  What I can do in 24 hours does push the cart uphill both ways while doing the geometry and calculus of the incline and the personalities of the day.  Today, I am challenged with saying something, but mentioning nothing at all.  They is a karmic division in law and law enforcement, and now I am challenged with not speaking another language in a court of law.  Well, I am confident that my acts are pure, and I would have no problem speaking with Sister Mary Jo Copeland, on occasion, if the community is concerned about the work I am doing online, and in other public arenas.  Center yourself today, Sister.  It is St. Thomas Law academy coming through.  They are all white males and all are promised federal judge positions (from birth) when the Twin Cities lets me be.  They are young and confident.  Do not touch them, actually.  They are very good looking and have been cloistered for years, so their energetic thrust is more mighty and dominant in a court of law.  This move to a down low location came after I met Oliver's father and studied The Book of Mormon with two young male elders alone at The Bloomington Ward.  This other man had just dropped out of St. Thomas Law that day.  He could not make the grades to keep his financial aid from Mormon colony.  His wife shot him in the head, but he showed up to pick me up with bloody eyes instead.  So Sister, it not your inclination to touch priest like entities, but someone coming through you wants to completely humiliate you, publicly.  He wants your community to constantly talk about you in a dehumanizing manner because you did not cower at his telephone and online bullying.  Catholics are in the power position today as they have never been before.  My legal advice to all of you is to stay out of political matters and then everything should go swimmingly.  Your wishes will be granted and will multiply.  This is not a fantasy, it is manifestation.  Actively, as a group, you are the most mystically, and politically, in sync.  Demons of our economy will now come at you all from all sides.  Stand tall and be proud to have an opinion of your own and a community to stand beside you.  You are not crazy, but the evil souls in societies will try to convince you to think that of me, and then we've got you.  You will be civilly (and some criminally) committed in Indiana.  Good luck with your prayers today.  I know that the people who played a very stupid card yesterday are now on the hook.  Constitutional law throbs in my veins every day.  Now we go back to law based on The Declaration of Independence.  Kingdoms, and feudal states, will become legal again.  It WILL be about who you know in the future.  I keep myself in the headlights so that the guilty have not connected with anyone at all, and almighties have walked away before they made huge errors with the demonic part of their souls.

The Bridge That Will Collapse the FBI

Everything is righting itself by becoming topsy tervy.  We have been dominated into thinking that The FBI is an agency that keeps us safe from terrorist threat.  The actuality is that they are the terrorist threat.  They have had their plans the whole time to go after the top leaders and law enforcement officers on the planet, with some lesser military leaders.  Well, loosely, that could be called a coup.  That does not stabilize a nation or an economy.  Well, their plans had been fraughted and discovered, simultaneously.  You guys are not the cool kids anymore, just the cruel kids.  Well, those I consider my peeps are heinously crueler to people like you.  We finally have The Jews, and Synagogues in NYC, on the page.  You will need a major warrant from The Justice Department to enter any Synagogues in NYC.  You can go into any Mosque in NYC, but whether you come out has to do with how "accident prone" you are.  The DOJ is grooving with me with Jeff Sessions behind the scenes.  FBI, all of your fake warrants in the Wes Moonves operation have now been identified.  So now all of you who are in good standing in the FBI, are now listed, as a group, as terrorist entities.  I led you down a mazy path, and your hubris got you lost along the way.  I have communities I travel in, but none of us are actually terrorist entities.  Sikh torturers will be paid top dollar to torture you fellas in all Synagogues, in NYC, from the FBI from the top down.  Have fun with the 6 months of Risperidal you are injected with this week, Comey.  Being retarded and crack addicted, does not give you an excuse.  Your mental illness makes it complete.  You are rapid cycling schizophrenic.  Was it a good idea to go after me and my brother Peter for these FBI maladies since Waikiki?  Jinx, buy us a Coke.  The judge in Indy who went against you (thus found me sober and perfectly sane, very publicly), has become actually ill in his law practice.  You should have not taken his judge position away promising a fake federal judge position.  He is in a court of law today with Judge Judy.  My peeps are sick of the lies.  You all are a torrent of this deceit.  So now my friends will go free, and we will become a new colony.  Trying to label me insane ( and even retarded) in a court of law was a stupid move.  Even Chung Moo is coming through in my dreams last night so full of rage at federal insane retards.  They know that I do this every day, from birth, without a badge and gun without payment.  Now you all switch to me being a terrorist threat just made my friends and associates all so clean to world society, and you all so dirty.  Sorry guys, there are too many fake badges out there on TV, your badges will never be believed again.  My top black op cops and Mr. VanBank will be making your guns disappear, very literally.  Try raiding their very clean cop shops.  You will never get a warrant to begin with and superiors will not crumble even for a fake warrant.  You all should not have made a final brainwashing series called "FBI."  Now all of the paraphernalia is out there.  That was a CIA gig I suggested when I was a tot on Oahu on the set of the original "Hawaii 5-0."  I had the LEVERAGE even in that day.

Comedic Moorings

I want to thank my brother Peter for my Christmas shopping trip, and thanks to my mother for taking me, and being the other half.  I feel so pretty in my new jade green top with my magical bracelet.  Wonder woman, I can take you on now.  The amethyst will counter it all.  Electrons are bouncing in the right way today.  Everything feels glowing right now.  Maybe I am just a new particle accelerator, counteracting the one in Switzerland.  All industries are going to have to change and grow if they are to survive.  It will be real, or not at all.  That means that there will be a lot less, and everything will be a lot shorter.  The water will slide off my back now, and I will swim all by myself without parasite entities tunneling through.  Conscious teaching is okay, but I need to be paid for my time and effort.  I will now take the mantle and know that my experiences have been driven by the fact that even if an entity is vampiric, all entities are werewolfery around me.  I will do a simple thing like studying, and it will be sexualized.  My comedy has been flowing through in a steady stream the last 24 hours.  It cleans out my system, and I am glad to have independence to practice this type of artistry without demonic criticism.  Even advancements in science will rely on cosmic comedy in the future.  Knowing where the bodies are buried will be a key for you to get free, not rich.  False intel will not be tolerated.  In the end, the honesty of Sikh will flow through you all, L.A. crew.  It will difference from the piehole science of former CIA chief, Will VanBank, that will rule NYC.  How are you feeling today, Comey?  Do you feel brave and noble now, or like a crack smoking retard on TV?  You are so mentally ill and chemically dependent. 

A Sacred Space

Today was my day out with my mother for the week.  We did some Christmas shopping, and now all of my gifts are gathered and bought.  I am at Starbucks fairly late (6 pm), but it feels good to tap on the computer keys.  My new battery in my computer is working great.  Things are really speeding up.  I saw an Arab qualifier on the bus.  It is good to run into him on the fly.  The FBI is in the news, but what Comey is unaware of is that his words are being guided from behind his eyes by Will VanBank of The CIA (Panchero Drop Shop fame).  Comey thinks that he is standing up for The Bureau, and everyone else knows that the words only work for those going against The FBI.  The FBI has held the keys for so long, and now I, and hopefully others, have the courage to stand up against their tyranny, unprofessionalism, torture, and deceit.  Maybe I seek a Sikh today who will guide world community my way and begin to torture agents in communities that I have lived in.  They can just pick an epicenter, find a deserted house, and go from there.  We will keep Arabs at bay to begin in their own spiritual process of growing in their creativity, and begin in their film making notoriety.  This Sikh I call is EMBASSY, and will have United Nations permission to complete directly ordered torture tasks for these FBI affiliates in this country at the direction of Dick Cheney.  He has hated you guys the whole time.  Maybe the spirit of Dick Nixon will come through and make it humorous and build Sikh notoriety in entertainment community.  They are already there underneath, but let's give them the Jew keys to Hollywood.  I will cheer for them against #metoo dangerous female Wiccan sexual predators.  Les Moonves, can't you see the script I am writing today?  Don't you, and your lovely wife, want to get so L.A. and open a Kundalini Yoga (It is my favorite type of yoga.  It has quite a bit of active cardio with the balance of stretches as well.  It evens the thinking in the brain to both hemispheres.) studio and torture space on Hollywood Bl.?  Les you can go underground Sikh.  You certainly have the ability and agility.  We are looking at a whole new type of society, and we will deal with our problems here, and let The Middle East live in peace.  Kingdoms will become the authority.  Maybe I am just the "E.T." that Katy Perry is singing about on pandora.com right now.

Time For A Nap

I am at Starbucks early because I got no sleep.  I thought that I would get a little writing in and then go home and sleep.  I thought that a little coffee would perk me up.  I think I saw Blue  Eyes when I was waiting at the bus stop.  I was waiting in Columbia Heights.  I did watch SNL last night.  It was an okay show, but nothing to write home about.  Since I did not sleep, there are no dreams to report on.  I did get myself downtown last evening to go swimming.  It went very well.  I am feeling quite uninspired today.  It may be the fatigue, or just a general dry spot.  It is like my connections are down.  I feel like there is some clean up going on behind the scenes.  I will just keep my focus what is in front of me right now.  I will just say that it is not a good time to be sheep.  Lead yourself in what you do, and no one can confuse you.  Knowing the few opportunities to delegate and to ask for assistance is the way to succeed in the changing waters right now.  Today the Vikings will play, and I wish them well.  Just remember Mr. Cousins, that the focus is enduring, and you will be proud of just taking the field.  Too many magics here in this vicinity, and "fans" that cheer, but damn you behind the scenes.  Stay away from the little old grey haired women or you may never be able to close and straighten your hand ever again.  It is getting very serious now.  Just visualize an open field and you will see the right option to throw to.  The rest of the team knows that the pressure is on you, so they do not become intimidated by it all.

Global Phycology

I had some trouble signing in, but I finally got on The Internet.  I had some interesting dreams last night.  I have weird driving dreams, but I woke up when they became distressing.  I dreamed that Donald and Melania trump lived down the street, and Melania ended up getting hooked on pain killers behind the scenes, after a leg injury.  I feel The Eastern Block beginning to move through my veins.  I got to visit some Muslims I know by having a meal in their restaurant.  It was a positive experience.  I found one of them who has astral projection abilities to a mighty degree (without LSD), who would be brilliant for a Caspian Sea Phycology project that would be a direct competitor to the UC Davis Phycology PhD Project I talked about yesterday.  You two will be arch nemeses, and will be allowed to meet ONCE, but never, ever touch each other.  Competition in learning for males is very important to reach excellence and variety.  I would teach through The Sorbonne in France for this Caspian Sea project.  (My PhD in French was delivered, by hand by the Line Deputy of artistry and head mistress of The Sorbonne [Madame Solo-Taylor]after 2 complete years of Sorbonne French [heavy grammar study with Royal North Vietnamese who had studied Sorbonne French from birth] when I was 16.  I was delivered French Embassy cred when I moved to Saint Anthony Park, MN, and they made my telephone number ***-1789 [the year of The French Revolution].  I then gave them perfect English Language Ability [grammar and spelling] as they listened to my extended conversations from the floor of my upstairs phone which they tricked people into thinking I had an apartment in a Brownstone, and I was not too young to confide and consent.) French stricture by female would be powerful for this entity as he grows in his knowledge of the world around him that he must protect.  I will tell you to stay away from Emin from Baku who used to live with his grandmother in a high rise downtown Minneapolis.  He was taking a computer programming course at Minneapolis Community and Technical College the last time I saw him at Caribou (former Caribou Coffee on Nicollet between 11th and 12th, downtown Minneapolis).  He has many conspiracy theories and he WILL make you paranoid.  He would see your humiliation as sexy.  At the end of the day, the sea WILL reject oil drilling and rigs and will cleanse themselves.  They will be hostile to anyone who will not bow to your will.  There will be some light telepathy in this project in the forms of questions.  These beings will then present their abilities and reality and show the doorways they need YOU to push through.  Male education needs to be a priority, especially in The Middle East.  It is serious business there every day.  Beings of academic excellence are actually rare.  Wiccan Witcheries and Wizardry have been the way in university until today.  I would say that I have a security chief in Indy who is understanding The Grand Plan in a new way, and time to look away is through.  The FBI cannot be trusted.  I have given them my abilities since I was 3, and they haven't learned a darn thing.  They will scheme and create grand plans to humiliate and destroy highly educated Middle Eastern men, including royalty.  Just know that they do not identify royalty well, especially Saudi Arabian Sheiks.  They will now either rule or reap what they sew.  I put my earrings in the pot, and say that the second is what I WILL to be a reality beginning today.  My fifth chakra and these prayer calling Middle Eastern clerics are so much stronger in WILL AND FAITH then all of you GMEN (It really means gay men.  I named them when I was young, and not connected to them, on Oahu).  How about you, Melania and Mr. Trump?

A Sea to Be

I am doing a little later night writing.  I call the telepathy my way like gargoyles in a storm.  Maybe I give you nothing, and you finally believe that I am something.  Maybe I am a little cheeky monkey today.  It did get my YMCA visit in.  I saw one of my neighbors on the bus and we sat together.  Mustafa also got on at a certain point and I welcomed him as well.  I am dealing with souls, in body, who live their lives in other states of being or realms.  They are assisted by mainly hallucinogens.  These beings are about to get over vigilant and belligerent, as they become obsessed by a back up of drugs in the brain that weighs them down with an overwhelming feeling that they are abhorrent to all society.  They will then rush and get "sharky."  I call the great SHAMOO in to go behind their eyes and keep them calm in my vicinity this week, while he assists the Line Deputy identify criminal behavior in Marion County outside his super max site.  It is an eagle ability combined with a general ability being birthed into one killer whale who has been on "TV" his whole known (by him) existence.  He expressed his need to be seen as military now, and others that he works with as well.  His tunnel through and observation brings a cleansing process that keeps a norm we can see, as drugs begin to have scarcity in urban centers.  People will have to go on vacations in rural or reservation lands to revisit these altered states. This realm is painful, and they will now have to feel it. Everyone's "mentia" is their own, and I am a guide to even Shamoo, as I allowed him to come into my body as I swam 30 minutes of laps, with fins, without stopping.  I suggest that he SPEED UP if he feels like never flipping, finning, or swimming again.  It will get out his aggression in a straight line way instead of accepting it as lethargy and the whole sea will begin to either give up on their search for shelter and food, or become completely dependent on people to feed them.  That is the scarcest place of all for these creatures.  The sea is now very angry.  NEVER try to swim with dolphins again.  Their sonar can shatter your inner ear causing brain damage and deafness to extreme including telepathy.  A person will never think straight again.  I have had a partially wild dolphin hide in a lagoon behind me, after I was allowed to deliver energy to the other one during the show.  He listened to me speak with my mate for about 4 minutes before we noticed him.  That was put out on sea sonar and now they all understand that this is endgame.  My ability to stand back even when I wanted to touch has been a blessing to these beings and so now the full on demonic that is them is emerging, publicly, very powerfully.  He just wants to get in the game, as do the creatures who listen to him, daily, telepathically.  Soon maybe even XM may even hear him.  I am Sirius.  He has been actually been Pagan worshiped, daily, for decades now.  He has no want for confidence, and now he is finding his true love in a being who has studied it all, but has stayed away.  I dealt with the more aggressive dolphins for years and years in FL and Indianapolis, IN, Zoo.  They would have to reassert dominance again when I would go to the shows.  I also get that Shamoo visited, via hologram, Virgil, Sampson, and Jabir, at The Como Zoo today.  Zoos and Sea Parks are the perfect natural settings in food and housing to train military officers (I am talking of creatures like Shamoo).  Como Zoo bachelor troop are special forces and they let Shamoo know that he is not of their caliber yet.  Managing these lines of telepathy while I swam was pretty amazing.  The comedy of it all is not lost on me as well.  Yesterday and today I am writing in the same place.  There is a man of lowered confidence, but superlative IQ, in this vicinity, and he might benefit from some light LSD treatment with his next day off.  He needs to lock himself down and just stare at his ceiling, in a dark room, with blue and green lights melting into each other.  I think that he is about to become a tunnel through law enforcement officer for sea creatures and birds of the arctic, but not seals.  His job will not be communication, thus not Aqauaman (telepathy), his will be a job of absorbing the brain stem activities and cleaning their palates with the blue and green colors in that area.  There will be a rebirth of Chlorophyta (green algae) and Cyanobacteria (blue green algae), and all creatures will be clean and fed in this new REALM we are creating.  I make this man my number two at University of California, Davis.  He will be getting his FIRST PhD in Phycology (the study of algae).  Get him my notes from my class at Friday Harbor, WA, Northeastern University (Boston, MA)...Just a note,evolving critical thinking being, SEPARATION of data and beings of study will be your friend.  Watch out for run on sentences, and watch for punctuation in long sentences.  That will make this easier for you.   Writing what I am writing. in one entry or in these styles of sentences, takes tremendous experience with train of thought.  It is time to not confuse.  Abuse with simplicity and they will see how really brilliant you are.

I Dreamed A Dream

I got recert interviews done today for the fatal topic of housing.  It is a story all its own, but I will just state that my 5 years at this facility is an underground law enforcement and military project for criminal offenders in social service who do not submit.  Whether they are patrons or workers, they are responsible for their activities, especially mystical.  I am my full on vipers wings of my Line Deputy gig I had from birth.  I do not verbalize.  I put specifics here.  We are dealing with lesbians in the music industry right now.  The momma queen bee of that nation is Alicia Keys.  She stopped by Smokey Bones Barbecue Restaurant with her badge, for NYC Homicide, when I worked there.  I was not there, and her arch nemesis, Nelly Fertado, was there that day.  She assumed I was not worth her time and energy because Nelly is so damaging to out lesbians in NYC.  They keep it off of TV.  I understand, Alicia, Nelly is a wanna be.  I don't want to deal with that either.  I will let you know that my 6 years of piano, with full on theory, leaves your form, especially pedal play elite, still today.  Alicia has a stack of cards in NYC, and her King of Hearts is Stephanie Mayer, my step sister.  Stephanie is many things, but she is a technically trained sound board operator from Dunwoody Institute.  Stephanie and Alicia, it was Jeff Forrest who just picked up sound around me for stage and symphony.  He was deaf at birth so my ex boyfriend Rasta Chief and Jamaican Island Line Deputy Neill Marley could tunnel through (Neill was the international key to music industry, especially around me) and keep his hearing and sound choices in forms that were pleasant for even a grey haired audience.  Neill was 75% deaf when I met him and dated him here in The Twin Cities.  We met at The Mermaid and he was stalking prey.  He was an active serial killer in the area against women who had gotten away with topless sunbathing on their sacred beaches, bases, and air strips.  Jeff was an active Fairbanks and Insane Clown Posse (ICP) SK around me at the time.  So much intersecting at one time.  It left this little jugalo a little clueless and sick at midnight on New Years Eve at The Symphony as Jeff's honored guest.  Before the stroke of midnight, I was in Jeff's car lying down.  Alicia, what you don't know is that Jeff was an enforcer for mob notoriety by the age of two.  He portaled effortlessly.  Payment was complicated so he stopped.  He started again around me.  Alicia, just know that Stephanie was an enforcer type gang chief, reading tunnel through and drug lines at an early age, her in The Twin Cities.  She was also in the U.S. Navy, trained solitary by My Uncle John at The Great Lakes training center.  It was sexual deciet that was to confuse Stephanie's abilities and was to satisfy John's hatred of bulldykes who are out in community young.  His first wife was one of these lesbians and he knew.  He is now on his third wife.  If these lines keep there form, it explains why he went after Stephanie so viciously.  She was then sent down to La Jolla, CA, to handle tunnel through difficulties in The Sea World Sea Life Park.  The Navy, from me, knew that dolphins had tunnel through with humans.  They though that it was because of their size and intelligence.  They then had an issue where Dick Cheney got stuck in Shamoo, and boy there has never been a more aggressive Killer Whale.  Stephanie used Shaman keys that were Navajo (some PCP and Peyote that Jeff suggested from afar [Jeff was a Cherokee shaman from birth and a born alchemist.]) and Dick was returned to the vessel of a bowl and then into his chest.  The energy worked out within a year.  His heart was never the same.  Boy that would have driven military, and especially The U.S. Navy, into a very aggressive end.  The killer whales continued killing after that, thus trainers are kept out of the "bowl" after that.  They are not goldfish.  Sometimes they slip into the water, and are never seen again.  Killer whales are still killing aggressively in the wild.  It is a sea cleanup at this time.  It all comes back to me.  The sea within me is endless and open.  There is a spiritual tie between Stephanie and Jeff.  They were both around me when I began to know Jeff.  Alicia, do not let people touch Stephanie (especially her belly/ RAGE will ensue), who has been out since when she was 3 years old, when she says no or is on too many hallucinogens.  Being out, so little, led to many school yard brawls on and off the playground, in South Minneapolis.  Stephanie did actually receive the professional respect of Prince.  He was actually fairly hateful of lesbian community, but their gang work together did mystically create a natural bond.  Former Minneapolis Police Chief Janae Harteau did not help the matter when she used a vice undercover gig, in a band, in Minneapolis, that should have been mine, to get addicted to heroine, party, and mess with all the drug lines in the city, and then internationally.  Janae, I actually can sing and move properly, and you faking straight was not effective.  My Chung Moo Quan Black Belt Society dojo would joke about you at parties.  They said you were a laughing stalk and you had no training to have that gig.  They hated all lesbians because of you (they thought that lesbians were lazy), and we did welcome all Minneapolis Police Officers of good standing into an outer ring of our dojo, after elite professional athletes.  They also knew that you planned a defamation lawsuit, Janae, because you were poor me lesbian "on TV", in The Minneapolis Police Department, for millions of dollars.  They knew the realities.  I was responsible and fastidious at keeping records, in mind and on paper, later.  I also had impeccable boundaries which brought great natural relationships with gang hierarchy.  I had been working gang task force since I was 16.  Well, Janae, maybe you get my apartment next.  We will find a new being to torture you.  Maybe an out gay male who is actually on TV.  TWINS for Fox 9, she snuffed your deal for a nationally syndicated dressing show.  We will use BOTH of you and not tell her that you are twins.  She just heard about you, from jealous staff, and thought that all national media should go through her, and that she should get a large cut.  It will be a first place for you before Richmond State Mental Hospital in Indiana, and then Levinworth.  Second Precinct could then take every miscommunication, about me and my family, out on you real time.  I was asked about my dreams today.  Dare I dream to make it in music and, law enforcement internationally, simultaneously, in a way that all can see and I can sleep at night.

The Way to LE COUER of Assange

I have been living quietly for the last part of last week.  I have not written for a while.  I went to The Geek Squad today and I had the same man as last time.  I like him a lot.  He is very gentle with me.  It was quiet when we got there, but then it got pretty busy as we were served.  I feel hatred in the wind, and it has been difficult to find the songbird of inspiration to write.  I want to laugh, but there is nothing there to bring the chuckles to the top of my soul.  I have many things that I am doing this month to begin a new year.  I had chance to talk to Liverpool and Estonia the other day.  I did find that conversation comical.  It was like talking to Black Adler and the lead character from The Fencer.  This international communication leaves me feeling like The royals of Western Europe/ and Russia are getting closer.  Imagery is quiet within me.  I have collected my thoughts, but they, too, are quiet.  I did get to see some photos of my mother's trip to South and  Central America.  The Mayan ruins were very cool. I saw some tapirs in a sanctuary.  It was just mom and son hanging out.  I now feel Hillary Clinton tunneling through.  She is working behind the scenes (in a major way) with The United States State Department.  Much of her work is repairing the relationship with Germany, namely, Angela Merkel, after the embarrassment with Wikileaks.  Well, EVERYONE, Germany was doing Wiccan witchcraft behind the scenes, thus the intel about hair and fingernails, and the like was a study in case we went to war, actually, but they were based on an old model that was not reality.  The ovens in Auschwitz and Buchenwald do light by themselves at times.  Jews need to keep the model of Pagan witcheries to survive the actuality of a holocaust that is in a time where people actually do feel pain and endure suffering.  Angela, your problem is not Hillary, it is with Sen. Amy Klobechar.  You have relations with very young German males and she does the same with Minneapolis Police Officers.  They are both in groups who cannot say no, or you two will reign down with consequences.  IVAN THE TERRIBLE, it is time to go after Julian Assange.  We need to have state secrets again.  A person I met in high school, named James Evans (who did get entrenched in the old studio system in Hollywood through his association with me and a nearby movie theater/ He worked at the movie theater in Crossroads Mall.  I got him the job there, but he claimed that it was the other way around.  I know that he went to Britain to see Matthew Sweet and Loyd Cole.  Check out his passport of late.  His brother does look enough like him.  Check his comings and goings too.  Well, James you may get to be charged with espionage and high treason after all.  Isn't that the movie script you always wanted to write?) is coming through you and Mr. Assange.  First, take his email, internationally, and show his Swedish tiny boy pornography.  Then, hit is "game shelf" in his personal computer (IBM model).  After that, lock it down with only Pascal programming.  He will be cross eyed AGAIN.

Finding the Poetry

I am out and about and I decided to do a little writing.  Tonight is the season finales of The Chicago Series.  I dropped an email to my mom and stepfather on their cruise, and I filled my Netflix Que with a bunch of new movies.  I am feeling that there are beginning to be some shifts in key "characters" in my "script."  Many things are stressful, but I do find some comedy in the every day.  I feel supported, in this moment, by a strong spirit in my presence.  There is a need to be vague today.  Night's dark sky is coming earlier and earlier of late.  The chill in the air is palpable.  It is appropriate to bundle up and breathe quietly.  The harmony of the day is finally something I can play, as I hear the melody in the wind.  I hold onto the recollections that are mighty, as I slyly sneak through the closet door to find a white cat from my dream on the other side.  Purrs are the only malady he has, which, in reality, is a sign of positive sensation.  I invite you in to see the popularity of comedy and cool intellectual beginnings.  I invest in this moment, and move through the monotony of the day.

3 Degrees of Separation

I watched a little of the memorial service for George H. Bush, and then I went to visit my favorite Arab community down the street.  W. was tunneling through, and he said that he knew all of them.  I suspect the astral projector was new because I feel that he has Egyptian blood.  He drips of Middle Eastern Police.  W. spent a lot of time in The Middle East as a small child.  They thought that it was okay because they thought that Jeb would lead.  Maybe now Jeb, W., and Sr. from the sky (as an eagle eye, not vampiric) can make international miracles happen around me.  Joel Osteen's message last night was talking about how God has your back, and he will reap infinity justice for you.  Black op cop BLUE EYES is Fundamental Christian (with her CH police crew) and wanted me to watch to see, from behind my eyes, how I viewed the LSD that is a big part of that ceremony.  I passed the test.  I followed it, cognitively, had no LSD reactivity, and I did find some memory emotion to the sermon.  The reality of me being forced into a Fundamental Baptist cult, when I was born, became apparent.  I would not take LSD with these abusive sinners.  They were major larcenists on especially the U.S. Navy at the time.  It made me sick as soon as I was born at Tripler, but everyone around me was on it.  I was a special kind of special forces at birth.  I separate and acclimate naturally.  I became involved in Mr. Osteen's ministry in Muncie, IN.  His second would preach out of the local YMCA.  I did go to a private party they held at the out door pool.   I stayed at the YWCA and an African American Baptist Society met there.  I would frequent Osteen's love club, but I did attend the YWCA church society as well.  I made military rounds of all church communities in Muncie.  Some Sundays I would go to three church services in a row with no car.  I felt like his message was very personal for me.  Wording choices were profound, and his repetition was not lost on me.  Rev. Osteen, I read and studied The Book of Job which was my first documented class for law school at Hamline University.  It was called "Justice, The Elusive Ideal".  We read Plato's Republic as well, and one other I cannot recall.  All of this study was completed within a semester with full group discussion of all reading materials.  Papers were required as well.  My Hamline work was all graduate studies and professorship with graduate students beneath me (especially TOEFL international students).  The deceit and the lies that you speak of very much happened around my work there.  Now, none of them, both students and staff, have any credibility.  I continue to write and learn being surrounded by persons who were not part of a rigorous academic life and lifestyle.  Speak ill of me now "posers" and Mr. Osteen has an army of lawyers, professors, and authorities who will speak the will of God your way and prosecute as well.  I make you a LAW SCHOOL PhD through Cambridge University, Mr. Osteen.  Do God's work in the court room and you can earn a masters and then a PhD in theology from Princeton.  Pick your top three sermons (have your daughter make transcripts of recordings, then she will be made into a NYC court reporter and independent detective on philandering wives practicing witchcraft on the whole community) and both of these degrees will be delivered by God to you, and your family.  You will no longer write books.  It is too much wizardry and it will make you crazy, and your family will seize on that to be the tongue of Satan every day.  It also goes after your notoriety with academia to write too much, and too repetitively.  We will send your degreed wife off to CA, and have earn a Law Degree from Stanford, in 4 years, all by herself.  Truths will become evident soon enough.  Maybe a little basketball in Jesus's black basketball pants would take the edge off.   I also deliver Jack (John) Forrest to the feet of Harvard med where he will earn 3 PhD's in 3 days in medicine, law, and theology.  There, his royal lineage will become apparent.  He will always be on call for me, but I will never make him a slave.  Jack YOU'RE BACK..."Drop the Big One." to all Unitarians for all eternity.  We need to keep Joel away from them because he is now channeling for The Middle East and he will kill too easily like his number two did at a small motel in Muncie, IN. ..As I finished this an North Hennepin Community Service, "fast track" to a degree, commercial played on pandora.com.

George's Passing

I got a group of emails from my stepfather, Larry.  He and my mother are on a cruise through The Panama Canal and voyaging through Central and a bit of South America.  They are having a great time.  I had one night of good dreams and then, last night, was stressful again.  Last night, I had a dream with a Latino woman in it with a black cat.  The cat died, and then I petted it's face goodbye.  He came back to life.  She then said to me, "Oh yeah, I heard that you are a resurrector."  Maybe, working together, a strong team and my black op cop in Columbia Heights with the newest on the black op cop team, my brother Pete, we had a sting to end all stings before a major leisure industry went under. We needed to do it before my parents got back so the credit went where it needed to be.  My brother is an intuitive genius, but a genius Catholic with a genius Fundamentalist, created a purity to the close out with social security numbers provided by Pete and The Line Deputy.  I am sorry to be vague, but I must protect THE SOURCE.  In this case, there are so many.  Muncie, step up already.  Tell people that I am the only person who you all would allow to ride in the passenger seat of both cop cars and sheriff cars from scenes of action there.  You now know what you did not know, and how I kept my victories quiet.  So today, I can finally share the story of George Bush Sr.'s best friend/ oil business competitor, who went to grade school in Muncie, who was sent in to meet me at the public downtown library.  He took me to a new BBQ place downtown that belonged to W., but the recipes were from Sr.'s private drawer.  Sr. was rage, but when he found it was me, he was fascinated to see how my pallate responded to the different tastes and dishes.  He had been fascinated with my pallate since I was a baby.  He would pop in as Air Force (though he was heading The CIA the whole time) on Oahu.  He would bounce me on his left knew (which treated a war injury) while W. screamed and Jeb gnawed on my wood giraffe from Germany, made for a unique for of TMJ that sets in on fated leaders like a teething episode (It has been happening to me for two days now before I knew all of this would be on the page today.).  It was made by Mr. Shindler.  His factory made me a very special Barbie furniture set.  I was said to be a Jewish dream to answer their fatigue and grow their nation a mighty righteous soul for all to see.  Sr. was good to me.  He sent this man in to offer me a vocal contract with the country music industry.  I said that I could not take it, because I others are best with that genre.  I also felt like he was not ready for the cut throat of that industry yet.  He and Sr. were new in the industry, and the fact that they set up their shop in FL made them enemy of " the people."  I suggested he check out some of the songstresses at Cheeseburger in Paradise where I had done karaoke.  They then knew who was trying to steal my vocal ability in the vicinity.  I left that space shortly after that, but not before I met Boris Yeltsin and had a magical date with him on his Harley Davidson motorcycle.  He was actually a very good looking man with a full head of thick white hair and a very strong jaw.  He took me to a special cabin and we drank wine and talked.  He did it with ease, just like a sneeze.  Maybe it was because he was Dr. Suess.  He then took me back to Cheeseburger in Paradise on his Harley.  There are portaling zones for Germany, Russia, and The Orient all over Muncie, where even tanks can get through.  If these nations need to break through to boundary military or police (separately or together) in these zones because they are coming through the Jews in their vicinity, they have this space to portal military and equipment in.  I kept them open for now.  This oil man I met at the library was trying to offer me more, I know that now, but I knew, intuitively, that I needed to protect white and royal males' money, here and overseas.  This man was heinously wealthy, but he wanted a dream to produce original music with a natural and ordained artist to become reality.  Well, Sr., I wish you well in your passing from this realm to the next.  I was alone with that man and he was gentle with my poverty.  I needed Laura to not know that you had ever had met me because W. was still in presidency, and "nosy" is a very dangerous quality for a political wife.  Now that I saying goodbye, I can say that I could feel you right there, but I know to keep my knowing to myself.  The BBQ was magnificent.  "Maybe It's Time" by, Bradley Cooper from A Star is Born is playing on pandora.com.