The Journey of This Librarian. Hamline Found Me Divine.

Over the past few days so much has occurred in my vicinity and thought stream.  I talked to my mother about some of it so that she will not be caught off guard, and maybe so that she can give herself, and her family of origin, a break.  I am working to shore up an area of law we will call ADDICTION LAW.  The clock has struck twelve and it is time to take the masks off.  Treatment centers exist to leak the economy of whatever insurance we have left, and to keep addicts sick and returning.  This circular therapy is very dangerous and hum drum if you get caught in its grasp.  I have accessed Rule 25 (County funding for CD treatment) funding 3 times.  It was when my cover had been blown and I needed a place to stay so that I did not end up on the street, thus I was ultra compliant.  Before that I had, just for mental health education purposes, completed INTO ACTION where participants fully work the 12 Steps in 15 weeks.  There was definitely some play behind my back.  No one would sponsor me.  Maybe it was my incestuous step father who was mandated into lifetime AA after he returned to the U.S. from St. Andrews University (St. Mary's Seminary) in Scotland.  He was CIA and became an all too over willing beheader in their beheading society when he was on cocaine.  He had all these patches on his blazers that all stood for 5 adult males.  This AA move was mandated by The Secretary of State and eventually the whole State Department.  He had been stalking me from birth.  He planned to marry my sister, Anne, but he settled for my mother, and had affairs with younger women, especially his piano player in Blooming Prairie, MN (and Lansing, MN) at their United Methodist Churches.  A lot of time they were late, and sometimes they did not come at all.  Janelle was underage, but enjoyed it enough to go to our family UMC University, Hamline.  Anne hated her and her buck front teeth.  She was skinny, but oh well.  So Gregory J. Renstrom came back and they made a shee shee club for him on Blaisdell Ave. behind the Nicollet Ave. McDonalds.  Only CIA, and Mark Dayton, could go there.  Well that place is pretty explosive today.  Though I knew of its placement in Minneapolis, I felt it was elitist crap, and though I was CIA from birth, I went to the oldest club in existence, 2218.  Because of you CIAs and AA, The State Department has been disbanded and the FBI will be hatched to 10 agents, internationally.  The lead agent will forever be Aaron Rodgers.  Oh, his name starts with AA, how funny.  When I went to my first Rule 25 facility in St. Paul, a Native woman from up North counseled me and she knew about what happened to me at into action and that I never quit.  She just worked on Buddhist thought with me, and helped me get out of MN because my father was unstable and was openly threatening anyone who would house, speak to me, or feed me.  He was also threatening my life in a court of law completely "drunk" on heroine and crack cocaine.  My second and third Rule 25 places were the same, but this woman advanced theory with my help from Indy.  We created 90 day treatment scenarios that taught and tested addiction thought.  She knew that I was an attorney, so this form of certification for "addicts" was made legal.  We also handled a delicate subject of higher up men who needed a place to be and a space to use their brains, thus to not take their situation out on the communities and those close to me.  Booguard was the most delicate.  He was a MN WILD Player who had been thought dead, but was resuscitated at HCMC and was, and is, alive.  There had been a chamber experiment with me after I opened to channel designed by Sikhs.  I was brought in by actors under false psychiatric premises, and 7 rooms were occupied by one body from the morgue, each.  They were all covered with a sheet.  As I walked by, I could feel a family member tunneling through each body (one family member per body).  The bodies then resurrected and they began speaking and trying to eat.  When they saw how cruel this was to me, they let me go.  That energy was then used on Booguard by head Sikh in the chain.  He is now UC at Hazelton as a counselor reporting to the FDA.  His report is as follows:  The feed the people crap, they put them on "medications" that are expensive that only cause side effects,especially weight gain, with no to only placebo medicinal gain, they feed their brains lack of tolerance in groups and one on one counseling that only makes one concentrate on that which they wish to be free with patients and counselors who suck them dry, energetically, and can get downright abusive, very publicly, and they take away the one thing that gave them relief.  They leave them completely depleted and they return to the street and to crack and then meth that week feeling like absolute crap about themselves.  Mom, he was listening, through tunnel through as I spoke to you at lunch at Brueggers.  He will now be made DEA at Sandstone Penitentiary.  He will actually counsel effectively with these men there, and Thomas G. Mayer ("dad") your sins will become apparent and will be recorded and prosecuted without you in the vicinity.  See how you like it, but I never sinned against you or society.  Being the child of the highest worldwide Pagan Satanistic cult leader (through Fundamental Christianity) should have left me as a massive heroine and meth addict.  I am just me.  Because of you, from birth, I chose military procedures and constant evolutionary thought.  I thus escaped the cult of AA as well.  They should have had me especially because I was undercover.  Just know that at that MI/CD facility, I was dealing with a Amman, Jordan family cell of males who was lead by Shereef.  He is ALLAH.  At a certain point, he successfully killed one of the treatment facilitiy's staff who would not stay silent about Muncie.  I directed him away from his concentration on hating the regime here, and focused him on further investigation, research, and education.  He is also a world renowned hacker when he flies only.  He is now in Iran, but not before staying with me during a lockdown at HCMC on The Sheik Plane.  He did call once.  They would not let me take the call but fellow torture participant, Joe M., told me he called.  Shereef is a pilot and now a Neurologist from U of WA.  He started as a published geneticist like me.  I also deal with WINK'S violent Crypt cell and farmed them out to The WWE and Pitbull Rescue. Women of AA, walk out when I speak, cut up my vagina with a blade and throw me over a balcony,  talk about all of the heinous acts on me in Indy and Muncie, addicts of Progress Valley and addicts in vicinity.  You are all demonic.  I was the only one who was actually compliant.  I was brought to the morgue section of the ER that night you attacked me, KATHY, from Progress Valley.  I met a very nice, hot sexy police man with full sleeve tattoos.  Maybe that sexual experience is a little too much for TV.  Two beds down was Joe Biden.  He had been hung outside HCMC by The Housewives of New Jersey.  He was dead and in rigor, but my police surrogate brought him back to life and placed him in the processing center in Indy.  Who knows where that corpse lies now.  It was in the HCMC morgue until this week.  Oh well, around the world in 3 days.  Twelve Steppers are addicts and they do not evolve.  No more resurrection injections for all of you.  You will be handled by the karmic hell being planned on the other side just for you.  Addicts are succubus's on the entire economy and social system.  That is why I am here.  Their use of dangerous mystical wiccan and satanism coincides with the use of drugs.  They have no souls to save.  Get out on your own and then we can talk.  We will no longer answer the boohoo calls of addicts in a court of law.  They will no longer be welcome in our churches (Ask the Mormons of Bloomington Ward what happened after they adapted the 12 Steps for me based on a God based paradigm and I left.), public places like the MOA, swimming pools, schools, eating establishments, and community centers.  this is just a beginning.  I have kept alcohol safe.  Do not drink to excess and drive.  Keep your drug dealing prostitutes away from me and the program I am designing and planning to have its "MECCA" as The Downtown Minneapolis Library, Fourth Floor.  No more street people allowed in there.  My Great Aunt Vi Lied, Swedish Queen, built that place, I will not have you torment her soul, her family, or the society of immigrants who find the books soothing and such Middle Eastern Wizardry.  We will read books, publicly, to use images to inspire genuine conversations, and give homework to be completed on the first floor to watch the librarians and make up stories about their underground lives like in The Librarian with Noah Wylie.  See if you can pick up on telepathy.  Who cares if it is real?  Comedy will ensue.  We will adapt the old YMCA in a military minded shelter for people working this program of their own accord.  They must be showing progress and evolution of THOUGHT, not necessarily economy.  This treatment method is dedicated to the hardworking Arab clerics of the world and the world economy.  Maybe we can share some pizza there some time.