Quiet Day

Well the summit went off without an explosive hitch.  People do not realize how difficult it was to be in a country we "occupied" for years trying to get an anxious foreign leader to denuclearize his country.  Just getting there for him was quite hazardous.  The truths of war and weapons are nebulous, and thus meeting and concentrating on things that were actually truthful with translators present was quite a gamble.  I wrote to the North Korean Embassy in Vietnam before they met.  I just let Kim Jong Un know to stay calm by doing his own intuitive read of Secretary Pompeo.  I am in that rather low energy space today.  I am collecting some telepathy from someone in vicinity who actually acknowledged that I am a journalist and much more.  He put out that I have a security company that is very present today.  I just concentrate on the pitter pat of the keys.  Every day is a birth in a way.  I am getting some encouragement from Blue Eyes today.  He is my closest Black Op Cop.  He now knows how hard I worked to get Arabs on the page, but they come through final hostile today.  These men who have been to The Middle East (as foreign combatants) know that we let these Arabs be here so that they could grow in ability and put themselves in position to stabilize their own people.  Well, now they want to douse me with gasoline and stay in this country.  Guys, I don't think that it is a good idea to speak, especially to Somalis in this community.  They are going home, and they will be held accountable for your sins.  It is the rage of Latino who have communicated the Arab realities around me to Blue Eyes.  Now the sins of some, are showing the sins of many.  I am seen regally, internationally, and there is great rage The Arab way, but we will just send you home, with a little jostling, and maybe some German Shepard play, and it will be there that you will pay.  Thank you Latino community for having the caring eyes to see the reality and the great souls to communicate it to someone who can communicate it to The State department aggressively.  I am still the Queen of Saudi Lands, and the Princess of Saudi Arabia.  Do the math of that in your heads.

Consequences

I just had my burrito at Maya Cuisine.  I feel a little sleepy, but I am at least going to try to write from this venue.  I am thinking of the idea of connections.  I connect through writing, and sometimes a phone call.  It is important to respect the recipient's right not to answer.  It does not mean that I was not heard, but it communicates how important I feel boundaries and free will are.  I continue to believe in a destiny that I cannot touch at this time, but it is sometimes like the sun peaking out from behind the clouds.  I encourage a being to accept the energy I give, and try to move closer to their dreams.  By achieving this before I am in close proximity, a person learns to learn and achieve on their own with a little help.  I am moving with this new force behind me.  I contacted my main media contact and let him know that I feel that I have made a powerful, though brief, connection.  Now is the time when people will get desperate and try to nail me to the wall, because my destiny is approaching, and their consequences (I.E. punishment phase) is too.  I have suggested a way that we can get a great deal of these borderline bitches locked down, and basically thrown away.  So many have wanted me dead, or have not cared if I was alive.  Now no one can play the, "I want to die,"card.  It will only get them in a place that they do not want to be.  Well, instead of living in the hell that they create, I just go down the street and do my taxes and write.  Everyone back at the ranch can hate her.  Consequences have only been for me for doing nothing at all, well I believe that that Rubik's Cube is now being solved and every color will line up to that color on that side of the cube, and they can all scream inside with no one caring at all.

Tax Time

I am at the library on Central Ave. in Ne Minneapolis, and I just got my taxes done.  I will be going down to Maya Cuisine to eat a $5 burrito and write for a bit.  There is some light and dainty snow falling and it is beautiful.  I feel like an equalizing is happening for me.  It is quite well worked for.  There will be no more this and that.  I will live a life that I acknowledge me, which has not been happening.  My writing comes from a place in my energy system that I have not been able to connect with my complete emotional body.  The abyss of lies can blizzard those around me, but I feel that soon enough, people won't believe a thing that anyone is saying to them.  Even animals play their Wiccan games.  All beings around me have never felt pain at all, but fake a suffering in all society.  They think that it is funny that we accept what they have as suffering.  All around me make fun of me that I could not see their deceit, and I cared about people, actually, and put so much energy into the relief of their suffering.  Well I will not make that mistake anymore.  There is a very special worker at my apartment, and her soul is helping me see things as they are, without taking me to a point of being militarily suicidal.  I will just monitor my energy and not give so much away.  I now feel the Buddhist ways becoming quiet in the corner.  The Dalai lama's ship has been righted, and he will never fall for this suffering game anymore.  His bags will now be checked at the airport, and he can only fly coach and he has to go through the normal TSA checks.  He will never find himself happier than to be a part of it all.  I will not let people play me.  I will just walk away like I did today.

A Note on Suffering

I did watch The Oscars last night.  It was boring and exhausting.  Asia is finally on the board.  Just look at the list of honored Asians who had died this past year.  Akwafina is a threat.  She is a Swedish Svengali.  Follow her and you go off the cliff.  She is the top lemming witchery on the planet.  She was not born poor and anonymously.  She is actually from a crazy rich Asian family.  It is OIL in The Baltic Sea.  She practices both Wiccan and Kaballah, simultaneously, and has every type of Asian blood.  Her eyes should really be blue at this point.  Join my team Miss A. and you will find the notoriety you seek.  We will make you a Canadian Asian governmental envoy to Beijing.  All expenses will be paid, and you will be dressed and ADDRESSED however you perceive as necessary that day.  Give up comedy.  You know that you are really mean, and we need you to be.  The Dalai Lama is Chinese Intelligence and we need him verbally boundaried in ALL circles you run in.  He tunnels through everywhere at once.  He has the one ability to tunnel through the entire human population of the planet at once.  I knew that he was a nasty predator on Waikiki.  I gave him the ability so that we could compete, and eventually be complete.  I sense him in vicinity of a being, unconsciously for me, and I take the pain so that that entity goes free, and society has no true victims.  I, unconsciously tunnel through not only humans, but all flora and fauna as well.  Russia stay on the page.  I need you for transportation today.  I feel like we are on a precipice.  People are understanding the role and example of my brother Pete and can see that ALL OF YOU are demonic (as you see you in him), but my known father is worse than all of you combined.  I will not discuss that here.  That is an Amnesty matter to be handled overseas just for me.  I am the universal being.  I am the source of all that is beautiful, functional, artistic, intelligent, orderly, and creative.  I met with all of you on the other side and planned the gifts and challenges of today.  I had little choice (I had the choice to move out of vicinity and create a new world and highly evolved, heavenly beings), but instead of seeing you all suffer and predate to infinity on each other for all eternity, I made it a math like challenge.  I gave you all heavenly beauty of your own desires and bounced that off a heavenly planet of beautiful flora and fauna.  My whole life I have been very sensitive to suffering, especially of animals.  I made a MASH unit on our patio, on the Pearl Harbor base for the malformed, overpopulated, orphaned kittens.  I treated each one individually and gave them all their small little kitty beds.  This was very necessary for healing.  It upped my success rates by 20 percent.  I used my play stroller as a wheelchair/ gurney.  People were then hoppin to adopt them.  I head Peta today and we go after The Human Society of Hennepin County, and Police dog training centers throughout the U.S.  I joined Peta of my own accord about 25 years ago.  I never knew how long it would take.  This new police K9 crew is making this all possible and international.  Thank you so much.  The paperwork against The Humane Society will be available in L.A. by next week, but never around me.  It is too personally demonic what they did to beings that I so loved, adored, and took superlative care of.  I am the writer, director, producer, and main actor in The Grand Plan which is ultimately a military matter.  All races, and all spaces will be determined and judged by their own.  I will just continue to uncover the realities.  I will say that I do eat meat, and gained a new understanding of animals after I opened to my medium and switchboard nature, consciously.  Animals deal with what we see as suffering a Wiccan like way, but they are also a mirror for human "suffering."  They just think differently.  It is actually very funny if they are thinking at all.  Animals take it as a compliment that other creatures want to devour them for nutrition.  They love the chase and the confusion they cause nonsatanistic farmers.  They love ranch hands and the drama of the final curtain call of the trip to the slaughter house.  It is very much like the drama the Jews wanted in the boxcars and concentration camps in WWII.  They, for eternity, want to claim that as the worst suffering that has ever existed, when it was Jewish authority that was the SS Officer force.  Animals are much more elite and honest than Jews.  They are now U.S. military officers in well placed positions all throughout the world.  Jews will have to deal with their own lies about me from Waikiki, and brutal torture of me from then until this very day.   Animals love that it scares so many, and that it is a special type of being who can be the final executioner and "medical examiner," as they see butchers.  So now I will make it very clear.  You all do not suffer, but you all want to be not just a victims, but the worst victim who gets on TV, or perhaps a movie.  I come along when the suffering is about to begin and I take the blows, molestation, and mutilation.  I feel deeper, at all levels, pain, but pleasure as well.  Now I am at the crossroad that all of my current and past suffering is just fodder for the purest comedy that has ever existed.  Stop trying to surpass me.  I don't want to hear about it.  It is sinful to the nth degree as you attack me, and/ or say that my experiences and pain is not real.  Well the real is about to become ultra real.  Asians can see it all, but NONE of them hear voices.  They are coming for all of you.  You will hear and then see pain after all.  The Dalai Lama's voice for victims of the world's boot is off me neck.  Yahtzee!!! I win!!!

K9 Patrol

When I finished my last entry at Maya Cuisine, about 6-8 Minneapolis Police Officers came in the door.  I was just so proud of how well it gained a cohesive piece having to do with so many experiences in Latin Community.  The last man in was Latino (I am guessing that he is Colombian because Colombians were coming through him).  He looked over at me and smiled and then approached me when I smiled back twice.  He was very dashing and literate of many genres.  He let me know that this was the K9 unit officers who train at 2nd Precinct on Thursdays.  I talked to him about his dog Otis, and I knew to just say that, 2 years ago, I went to the Open House at that precinct and I met one of the K9 officers.  He smiled and said that that was him.  I guessed the dog's name as Colby, but he said that it is Otis.  Colby is a springer spaniel mix who does weapon and some drug work at The Mall of America.  Colby is a black Belgian German Shepard mix, and I would guess that he is very alpha from underneath.  Well guys, your crew is rising.  The methods you are using are not abusive or mean.  In Muncie, the female officers would sneak into the KENNELED K9's (they never had time off) and then they would strike them on the back of their heads with 2 by 4's while showing pictures and films of me.  Now THAT is cruelty, the cruelty of woman.  The one thing this process did was pulled through my service dog, Lilly, from the other side.  There was some unfinished business from the work we did for The CIA.  She was a drug sniffer, a bomb sniffer, a Wiccan defender (especially with children around me doing Wiccan my way), a service dog, and care facility visitor and defender (Edina Care Center).  I trained her myself with my training ability from 4H and also a class with other dogs through Petsmart.  We passed that easily and then we were tested with a service dog trainer.  Lilly could tunnel through easily because I had so much brain damage from Oahu where my brother would strike me with hammers in a sweet spot in the back of my brain.  Lights out immediately.  Lilly got to tunnel through and be vicious to me from behind a cop car that would be shaking with her rage, to explain to her that it was not me who hurt her, but that I would accept her rage and love her anyway.  So fellas, keep it up.  I was kenneled myself out of cruelty from my family with the Belgian Shepard's on The Pearl Harbor starting at 6 months of age.  Oh well, it just made me able to speak and have appropriate response that was not sexuality and have SOME nights without molestation.  I loved those dogs.  They were stellar in the field after they worked with me.  I also trained with 4H when I was in Owatonna, MN.  I was 11. We had a special State Fair competition in Waseca, MN, that was not even the county seat.  Owatonna was where the county seat fair grounds were for Steele County.  They did not want the appearance of impropriety so they brought us to Waseca.  My dog was Heidi Ho (AKC Certified).  She was a British royal collie, so we never had a chance.  All Wiccan would be her way.  Well, we showed and won the royal blue ribbon (Best in Show) even though she peed in the ring.  It meant that she had bitched every "Collie" in the room within 20 minutes.  She was definitely alpha.  They applauded, actually, and gladly gave me and Heidi the ribbon, but not the trophy.  Queen Elizabeth II has it in Buckingham Palace.  It is military now.  So guys, I think it was important that I picked your alpha.  He stepped up.  No one else could.  I now have your dogs tunneling through and I am taking on the issue of eating what they are fed.  Everything looks disgusting to me right now.  The telepathic connections that I establish quickly with men I am working with, especially in law enforcement, is quite soft.  I get that the dogs are guiding the lines.  I take the position of switchboard operator for telepathy for that precinct so that Otis does not show signs of the first case of doggie schizophrenia.  My grandmother King (Swedish Queen from birth) was the first telepathic and then actual switchboard operator, from the royal village of Hibbing, MN, thus it is in my bloodlines.  Your witchery is dog for all of you.  Around me you will gain an innate understanding of Father with Baby.  It is not a witchery.  It is a universal being role of the power of universal purity.  So it was good I finished that piece just as he walked in because he is undercover DEA.  Jorge stay away.  Officer, approach the owner of Adelitas and have a frank discussion with him, politely, and publicly.  Wednesdays are good.  Go alone so he knows you can lead or be a loner in country.  This is your move.  Your BISHOP just took his KNIGHT.

Federali Tree

I am at Maya Cuisine and it is a very authentic burrito bar.  It reminds me of the beginning of my federali journey.  I have done over 25 years of work as a federali, with many other law enforcement, law, and reconnaissance, positions without a gun, not even a pistol.  I knew as a baby that if I owned a firearm, before I had direct protection, it would be used on my head, especially by Latinos.  The lack of it garners respect with that community.  It was at a border crossing from Tijuana, Mexico, where I, as an active U.S. Marine, negotiated the emancipation of the U.S.'s top DEA agent who was my blockhead boyfriend.    He was so stupid as to separate from me at the border back in and urinate publicly.  I spoke with the federali and I was all business even as he openly flirted with me.  Because I saw myself as nothing, especially in the attractibility department,  I let him know that no I would not give him money, I just needed our ID's and I needed to get this man back into U.S. Customs territory.  My ex had done a stupid pot sale with a group from Minnesota when we met them in a bar.  Just know that the whole town had been cleared out before I went in with him, and this group was so retarded as to go in anyway and publicly buy drugs.  We luckily dealt properly with the strippers and got the first transgender Mexican male to female entity.  She was one of these strippers.  She followed me into the restroom and we got her out of there when rage there followed her.  That was the plan all along.  I am used as bait all the time.  She is long dead now after Munice, IN, when I worked with the top admin of The DEA, Michael D. Wilson, Navy Seal from South Side of Chicago.  The whole matter was so explosive at the border that we almost had to begin to bomb the vicinity before everyone who had ever visited or lived there went transgender.  It was a massive Mexican Wiccan spell  by Jose who I worked with in Panchero's Burrito Bar (CIA drop shop) years later.  He was British Intelligence, but not Interpol.  He was a beautiful Mexican male who dealt with brutal transgender situations from birth, thus he shunned his Mexican heritage.  He has mesmerizing green eyes.  I say Aztec King.  Maybe the ease that I executed the test in the deserted town of Tijuana, was what made this man so randy with me.  He, still today, is my federali number two, and he is from Nicaragua.  He wanted marriage right away, but I thought he was joking.  Now I know that A LOT of Latino men were on board behind his eyes and they had been watching me behind the scenes from birth.  My federali, gang, and cartel work in The Twin Cities has taught me that the numbers of all of these is very small.  The head of Colombian Cocaine Cartel is Jorge.  He works quick and is normally mean.  He was polite with me and even wanted to have a drink with me publicly.  He would also hug and kiss me openly at the door.  He always used a condom and I kept him calm by being the first being to give him oral sex without fear or him asking.  He is top cartel key and is the best federali chief South America has ever had.  He is also top guerrilla warfare military trained in the world from birth.  He is an attorney, now, and he is heavily guarded, legally, by embassy.  He is the ONLY Colombian in vicinity and he NEVER offered me drugs.  He always came with a different car.  I think he was confused that I never asked to drive and own one.  I have very restrictive rules, set for me at Pearl Harbor.  It keeps my cover clean. I live by them still today.  Hienne (Spanish for Jimmy) is the head of MS13 and the one night we spent together he surprised me with some classy beer.  He showed me his tattoos and explained them to me.  He also told me that he had a daughter who was named with a Mayan name.  He was calm and relaxed with me.  We talked all night long.  I know his son as well, but I will protect his identity here.  He also used a condom and was quite gentle and sweet.  He, with the cartel chiefs from Adelita's (who did come into Fridley Starbucks as a tiger foursome), are all of the MS13's in vicinity.  These men, when pushed will go off, but with me they were just wanting to understand my unconscious answering to their most intimate prayers and my restraint, especially fiscally.  Just know that they can put out a call at any time.  They check in on me at Fridley Starbucks at times, but, for now, they know to stay away so I can work my other cases, especially against the FBI.  Line deputy, it is time to read Hieme into the border crossing at Tijuana and have take care of my lose end boyfriend from Ramsey . Heime can be found by talking, personally, to the owner of Adelita's Restaurant in NE Minneapolis.  It must be you. I will not name my ex  here, thus it will be read as being taken care of by law enforcement tree.  They are going to take him back there and torture him pretty bad and endlessly.  Just to let law enforcement know, MS13 is the only Latino gang.  Look in the eyes and you will see Heime on LSD.

A Royal Intersection

Well, it is snowing pretty hard outside, but I did get to Starbucks, here, in Fridley.  I saw a man who looked a lot like my ex from high school.  I feel him stalking.  I telepathically told a higher up to keep him away from me.  My ex is CIA, since the age of 16, and is not an attorney.  It is time for Dick Cheney to intercede.   I need my machine, Matt, The Line Deputy from Marion County, to remain pure.  His memory is THE COMPUTER for The FBI.  It is the database of all sexual offenses especially perpetrated by law enforcement and the top of that list is FBI.  Because of my ex Matt's evil and deceit my way, he has one powerful wallop that will knock The Line Deputy unconscious.  I have advised him to wear a cold weather hunting hat to cushion the fall.  I don't know what is happening, but it was really important that I got here to write today.  I do not know why.  I am waking up easier, and getting more done.  Dick, I think that you need to take away The Hamline University keys away from my ex.  Give him a call and get them and check each one off the list, especially the mystical that my father made, with the help of my Uncle Jim, that opens every lock on campus.  He is still running things behind the scenes.  I will not address him here.  I will delegate to you Dick, and trust that it will be done ASAP.  All the evidence is there, and now the world will see what I did and went through to keep university education in The United States.  With all of the Wiccan with too much wizardry should have left you all as know nothing dumb dumbs.  A high and holy hockey just came in and told me that they will keep high school Matt away from me, telepathically.  He is fun and gentle in telepathy.  He has a beautiful smile.  I think that he will understand his thinking patterns after this intersection.  I had a lovely vision of a water hose flowing into a beautiful waterfall on Kauai. 

Latino Rainbow Leads to Evolution

I am feeling so much better.  I feel like I have a force behind me.  Thank you for all prayers and gifts of energy.  I am now just so conscious of how bad my roommate is stalking me, especially energetically with nasty Wiccan and constant verbal abuse.  Well, let's see what happens next.  I believe in a grand plan, and evil like her will not prevail.  All of the screaming she does behind the scenes about me in a degradational way will have its consequences.  I now sit at Maya Cuisine where they have $5 burritos on Tuesday from 3-5.  My roommate thinks that she has the vote of Latinos because she works at a Latino Auto Repair and had a Latino john who she had deported, but was BROUGHT BACK to the U.S. after the owner, from the auto repair where he works at, went to Mexico City.  Just to let you know, roommate, you are making some very powerful enemies.  When I had the Colombian Cocaine Cartel Chief over, I let him take a shower and she tried to walk in on him.  I also had the head of MS13 over one night and she yelled at us for being too loud.  We were not, and she normally sleeps with her TV on super loud.  Your evil has come through.  Just know that your "boss" is a devil who can do the assignment to keep you away from especially Latino children.  You are such a nasty CONVICTED child molester.  It is best if you stay away from Latinos and children from now on in.  Police have a new understanding, and if anyone stands with you, they will suffer the same fate.  Your boss is on the job.  He collects everything in his head.  He allows you to steal from him to test your evil and abilities.  He also allows you to buy and sell drugs up there to keep it away from me.  Well, your former john hates you to a degree I cannot print here.  He came back once after he came back from Mexico to check on me, not to touch you in any way.  I do not know how they can be physical with you.  Latinos just see things differently.  I hate watching TV with you and you make all of these disparaging comments about women in Hollywood when they are absolutely gorgeous.  Just to tell you, plastic surgery is not real, it is wizardry.  You know nothing about anything and you go on and on like you are this nasty pro.  I just had to vent.  Fundamentals can see the elements I am dealing with so they stay away to be the most helpful.  Now the "stories" I write about are going deep in the unconscious of these people who could not account for everything, thus they kept the tractor on repeat.  That is wizardry too.

Yeah, All the Prayers For Me!!!

I am back up to normal energy.  I got a huge chunk of sleep.  I now know that it has to do with my roommate and people tunneling through her being twisted and diseased my way.  I finally surrendered and just admitted that I wanted to stay in my room and not see her at all.  The abuse has been so strong and brutal that I am moving into a comatose like sleep for huge lengths of time.  I had a dream last night where I was challenging a healing community and they had Jeff Goldbloom visiting.  He talked to me for a minute and became completely fascinated with me.  I feel like it was an important dream preparing me to be seen in society.  I wrote Joel Osteen with a prayer request and I almost slipped and fell crossing from the bus crossing the street.  I said hello to a man at the bus stop and he said, "You can call churches in the vicinity and ask them to pray for you."  I laughed and told him that I had just contacted The Joel Osteen Ministry.  We got on the bus and sat in the front seats with these two black guys, and one told my bus stop buddy that he looked like Napoleon Dynamite, and that was because he WAS Napoleon Dynamite.  I did not know that he was a Fundamental Christian.  I was then watching TV two days later and my land line rang.  It was a robocall to ask if a certain church could pray for me.  I said, "Yes."  It was funny because I had not given my land line number to anyone.  I guess that means extra prayers.  Well, it is working, I feel better today.

Keep Your "Ice Damns" To Yourselves

I had a few days of being off the grid.  I had two very prophetic dreams, that I know are best not to discuss.  One was HEINOUSLY royal.  Today, I got to Blaisdell YMCA to do PT and a swim workout.  There was a table of Pakistanis here at Starbucks in Fridley that I noticed about 30 minutes after they sat down.  They were trying to hail my cab, as it were.  I told them, telepathically, that I was trying to tune in.  At that moment, they all got up and left.  Somalis were coming in in force.  They are pretty much gone now as well.  I am now trying to establish residency for my Indy KKK family in NE.  It is kin that will care for each other and will guard my entrances and exits.  It is not for violence against minorities unless you violate me.  They will hold me under their charge.  FIRE is now on board now, and have a positive respect and lock with Arabs in vicinity.  Hey neighbors, after I reported my ties to and legal work for Klan in Indy, you tried to break my room window very violently with your ice damn.  All who continue to be violent to me will be in full view now.  You all have no idea the power, stamina, and legal charge these Klansman have.  I have corporate head Klan in my MN family here as well.  They are too big to go after all of their facilities or customers.  In NE, people are pretty thick in the head.  I have been privy to the violation by facility, residents, and community the whole time, but I had to take it so that my brother, Peter, can speak, actually.  He is not affiliated with any "hate group", but he has me, and he can direct "ice damn" like a mother fucker.  Everyone in the past has walked away.  We are now ready to PRAY in our own way.  I bring the masterful Joel Osteen onto the page today.  His resources are tucked away, and I direct you, Mr. Osteen, to any bank in The Bahamas.  They are legal, and I have owned ALL OF THEM since I reached the shores of The Bahamas when I sailed the ship Fascination from Carnival Cruise Line.  It was the maiden voyage, and I was directing passenger ships from their deck for The U.S. Navy.  I own West Coast properties in Canada, like The Empress Hotel, where I had high tea on my golden birthday, and Merritt, BC, where I brought about nuclear capability through meditation credited to Buddha himself.  My cruise in bring West coast Canadian properties onto the ship.

Bringing A Strong Fundamental Actual Morality to Society With the Mirror of God

I trudged through the snow to get to Fridley Starbucks.  All is calm and well here.  I am a little chilly so I just put my hat and scarf on.  I need to wait a bit to sip my coffee because it is too hot.  I had a terrifying dream last night.  Just know that someone used a dream ability on me, and I know who it is.  Well, your pot is empty now, I have very firm reality, but now you can't use it on my brother.  He concentrates in the here and now, the past has gone the way of a fidgety bald eagle.  Piles and piles of snow has made walking quite arduous.  It is time for me to fly, but the spiritual groundhog keeps popping his head up for notice and attention.  I am feeling like police, especially in Minneapolis, are becoming one team.  Maybe I can be carved in ice crystals in their brains this week.  I am also getting that behind the scenes, things are getting very partisan in government today.  Democrats, especially white women, think that my abuse, especially with my brother Pete, is just so funny.  They are fuckin sick and disgusting.  There is becoming a Republican consensus that we are the worst abused children that have ever existed.  As was planned in The Grand Plan on the other side, he and I planned that he would be the one people would see, and I wound endure the pain and power the weapon, The Line Deputy of Marion County.  He needs to remain free of confusion.  Pete is there to abuse and confuse me and those who would be able to help me until I turn him basically into a rat in NYC by completely obliterating his wings.  These reflections in all of you are parts of me, and soon the face of God will be seen clearly.  Fundamental Christians have mercy and love from me that others do not provide.  It is okay if you turn away, but do not say that THEY cause you pain.  You ALL cause me pain.  They at least entertain, on a daily basis, the idea of SIN (thus they can judge sin against me and then Peter) and the monumental forgiveness and compassion of The Heavenly Father, I.E. GOD.  At this point, that has become very military.  Without it, we cannot have a society.  Sin against the sinful is also military.  Morality needs to be the ONLY prerequisite in high school and university, and it needs to be a year long that must be taken Fall to Spring (consecutively).  At this point, in university study, we implant the calculus (as it is combined with physics at technical scientific university study) of morality, or sorcery studies, too.  It will bring the conundrums of deceitful and cruel mystical to the surface of true moral judgment.  Sorcery, in depth will be a PhD level study.  With moral studies, we will use wizardry to implant the ethics of these spiritual abuses into the students in the classroom, thus if a student misses more than 3 days in a row, they will have to start again the next fall.  Without a pass, they will never be employed in any economy.  If you are not moral about the suffering of me and the echo of Pete (in these studies), we can just lock you up and throw away the key.  That way we will not have to try spiritual crimes.  It will become confusing if we do,  because you are all about to lose your mystical gifts if you are not on our team.  Get clean, and I will see you, otherwise I will just work the trombone when I really want to play the flute.  If you think that your hands are clean, we can throw you away today in a very dark and dank place with vermin, like yourself, all around you. ("My Immortal", by Evanescence, plays as I finish this piece/ on pandora.com/ which became a theme for me with my brother Peter after I opened to my mediumship abilities.  Evanescence began as a Fundamental Christian Rock Group.)

Creating An Alibi for One Hot Chili Pepper

I haven't written since the 4th.  My energy has been more than low, it has been more like comatose.  Today I watched a movie late last night (I Can Only Imagine), read a bit of this book called The Loop (it is a fictitious novel about wolves in Yellowstone and MN, written by the author of The Horse Whisperer), I then got my stuff together, caught the 4:30 am bus to downtown to do PT and swim, and now I am at The IDS Crystal Court Starbucks.  I even had a reward point sandwich.  It was so yummy.  I am just seeing if I can get a vibe that is helpful here today.  I did watch The Grammy's last night and my favorite performance was The Red Hop Chili Peppers.  I will finally tell the story of Anthony and me.  The police violated me in so many ways in Indianapolis, but one night, they stole my keys, and I was left on the street on a fairly CHILI night.  I ran into these two Klansman and they slept with me under a bridge to keep me warm.  It was very dangerous because it was by The IUPUI campus and their security was killing street people at the time.  They thought that they had the CONSTITUTIONAL right.  These two men were Anthony and Flea, from Red Hot Chili Peppers.  The other danger was that Anthony was American Vampiric in full rut.  He bled me dry.  Anthony went full on demon the next day and started crawling against the force of gravity under the bottom of the bridge.  In his song he says, "One Time."  If it wasn't him, it would have been The Line deputy of Marion County demonic for all eternity.  It was an Army moment in street unit expertise.  Flea, stood back and let the blood drip from my veins with no life in my eyes, thus no pain.  I just talked Anthony through this demonic phase by just being me after a night of no blood in my veins, or heart beat in my chest. The song "Under the Bridge" came from a foreshadowing dream he had in L.A. that told him that everything would be okay if this demonic played out.  He played last night with a creepy look to let me know that he will be working with The Minneapolis Police, here, around me.  He is a quick change artist.  He has cart blanche to cop cars, marked or unmarked, new or old, uniform or no uniform.  He can do traffic stops galore, especially in Columbia Heights, but never homicide.  He will then think that it was all foreshadowing to kill me.  It cuts too close to my bones.  He will insure that beat cops never get the keys to my apartment ever again.  Anthony, do not go by Tony.  That will make Tony Thornberg come through and he is head of Skinhead Nation.  You will then start to have trouble with your beliefs about homosexuality.  Go by T.  Then you can say that your name is Mr. T. if people you stop and cause erectile dysfunction for will not be believed.  T.  Remember comedy and see me in a warm breeze on The 4th of July, in downtown Indianapolis, IN, by my Backhawk Helicopter after I returned triumphantly from Muncie, IN.

Life Is But A Cruise

I was happy yesterday that The Patriots won The Superbowl.  I was really exhausted today.  I got to Starbucks even though it was really icy.  I had about 10 fall near misses.  There was a Fridley cop in here and said hello as I waited for my drink.  I called him Officer Friendly.  I am trying to find my voice right now, but I feel silent.  I just do not feel very good today.  My mom informed me yesterday that we are going on a cruise in August.  It is up the East Coast and to Canada.  It should be very fun.  I think that it is important that I get a passport and get out of this country for a time.   I am completely stalled and so I will just sit and see if motivation follows otherwise I may just go home.

Day of Fatigue

I am fairly fatigued right now.  I had strange dreams, and my reality is quiet nothingness.  I do not feel like writing.  I still do not know where I will watch the Superbowl.  I have a feeling like who cares at all.  I just want some place comfortable, and I want to hear the half time show.  The commercials are interesting as well.  I did get to the YMCA last night, and I got a good workout in with some Physical Therapy.  I feel media merging with sporting industries.  It is becoming apparnet that I was successful with so many sports from birth.  Broadcasters were unaware of that.  Military is felt on top, and new methods for the elite are forming.  Now people are beginning to see a different reality.  Any of you could be swept off the street at any time for months or years of torture under the guise of psychiatry.  No one cares about your notoriety.  This is hell dimension we are talking about.  The people in psychiatry and especially their nurses are completely o of out control and demonic.  I have the spirits of guests visit at night, but I stay separate from it all.  Falling for an alien entity is not a reality that human demonics dare to dream.  I am out here, and you all just leave the torture and work to me.  Maybe today I will sleep tonight.  More demonics have moved into my apartment residence.  I swear they look for the most dangerous people to move in and come my way.  Maybe someone out there has had it, and can see how Hamline University used me and abused my abilities and gave me nothing except their excuses and confusion about my degrees.  Well guys, it is becoming obvious now and soon I will not be a creature in this realm anymore.  Realm separation will begin soon enough.  Punishment phase is on the verge of coming to be for eternity.  I may have dreamed that I was running away, but the reality of that began on Waikiki.  I will be kind, but I do know the truth.  You all can use your abilities against me, but it only pushes me away and into another dimension.  Once I am gone, you can deal with each other and be confused 100% of the time.  The demonic of cops will be so apparent in the every day soon enough.  Enjoy that demons of all affinity and vicinity.