The Right to Speak

I walk into different populations and experiences.  I even push together the royal villages out there.  The reality is that there are people who never speak and whole communities as well.  They rely on spotty telepathy that is psychiatric and is mostly audio hallucinogenic, and promotes visual hallucinations.  Speaking is important, and there is time for silence as well, especially in group settings for powerful worship.  I did not know this my whole life, and I would speak to everyone and they would speak back to me.  They would continue their silence with others, but would not become psychiatric in one person or in a community.  I was fully telepathic at birth and after a day I was verbal as well.  Oahu had to break their silence before everything burned to the ground.  Muncie, IN, was in similar straights with their police force, but not The Ball State Police who no longer exist.  Their evil could not be contained.  After mastering the silence through Vipassna meditation and Rinpoche Buddhist studies, I began to deal with massive mystical attacks, especially Wiccan.  The material realm also held torment and extreme torture even from moment to moment, not just day to day.  With that, I went within, and found a silence that kept me from speaking.  At the end of all of it, telepathy began to become second nature.  I now speak telepathically in all environments, but I speak verbally as well.  Sometimes the best diplomacy is the telepathic, but then it opened me to telepathic torture as well as material tortures.  It makes my path towards release from it all shorter, but more intense.  The lies have spread, and now the sun goes down.  The key is Paul Granowsky because he knew, in high school, that my brother Peter did my telepathy for telepathic beings, for me.  I was not aware of any of it.  It would have given me no privacy, but especially to have any kind of speaking relationship with Peter.  I needed his insight and misdirection.  Others needed his comedy.  He really is a superhero who has a dark wall of evil beneath the Earth that is his every day.  He is the one entity who needed to be all of it.  He guards the gates of Heaven and will do afterlife torture and torment for the evil that all have lived.  No one is getting out of their karma, alive or dead.  We are just creating realms of hell every day.  It is a perfect way for us to speak and not speak and capture a community, in the mind's eye, very quickly.  We are The royal twins from Oahu and even Japanese are in their dojos speaking about it today.  Peter made his own staff by the time he was 3.  He made the best numchucks ever out of two ends to hockey sticks, tape, and rope (also a short amount of chain and links) in junior high.  Jackie Chan eat your heart out.  He was BRUCE LEE's servant who became MASTER as a baby.

A Man Like Paul

I am at Starbucks after my swim downtown and, in Fridley, there are only 2 people here with me.  I was welcomed with a beautiful smile.  It is very nice as I look for living quarters.  I now have faith that everything is going to be okay.  I keep it all quiet, but I just state the stress is a lot.  I also broke my swimming fins today.  I talked to two really good swimmers at the YMCA today.  The man knew the famous swimmer I was talking about who swam a Freestyle race in butterfly stroke.  It was Mark Granowsky and he won by 50 yards without breaking a sweat.  This man swimming next to me knew the illusions of the sport.  He is always swimming with this very promising Asian female swimmer.  He is training as well as training her.  They are doing great.  I then felt them come in telepathically when others broke in with their disruptive sex offender telepathy.  The locker room was locked down, and I felt perfectly fine showering and changing without the stress and shame I have felt for years.  I chose the sport of swimming, but then I chose distance, massive endurance, racing and training on my own, thus the Navy stayed at bay.  Paul Granowsky was enlisted when I swam with the boys team, because he swam competitively as a child, and he had played hockey for a week with my brother Pete.  He would speak the word in the locker room so I could train in peace.  In return, he received what he needed, SILENCE about his family tree.  I am getting now that he had an academic gift in geology.  Well, Paul, I am sure that we will cross paths sometime in the future.  I am very vampiric and with your training with me from high school, we could discover a new fuel that is mystical and material in its financial gifts in your bank account.  We make YOU, not your family, Czech royalty (knight) today.  Sergii (nuclear physics) will find you out their and deliver your sword and boots, personally.  He is the lead knight, internationally, and is close with Vladimir Putin.  Paul, stay away from the U of MN, and I promise that I will as well.  Send MARK in there to get your Poly Sci degree (bachelor of arts) from Como Park University ACADEMY (due to your sports protection of me.  You are the only one with an academy [military] degree.)  You can now start working at St. Thomas Academy, teaching a year of geology in one month.  The rest of the year, as a tenured professor there, is for research and rest for telepathic finds).  I know that you were kind of grumpy with me, but that is just Ireland and Ogar coming through.  The grumpy side of Paul Brennan from St. Bernards, also comes through you around me.  Who knew you were such a RADIO.  You are not Irish and not Ogar.  You were a very abused and annoyed GAZELLE who was touched too much in sports.  Pete will stand up for you, psychiatrically, in a court of law with Judge Kwam of Hennepin County and now international tree, not your brother Mark, no matter how Greek he thinks he is.

A Peaceful Day

I march to a different beat today as the wind blows a hawk my way in a space I never see these messengers, by Starbucks, in Fridley.  There is something coming.  I just stay calm and find solace in the beautiful sunshine and heat.  On the cliffs of Dover, I see the troops advancing and the waves pulling back.  Peace is in the moist, sea air, and the fight does not occur at all.  I place a gold coin at the base and cover it with a sand and clay mixture.  Maybe gypsies will head the warning and stay away from my reading today.  They are like the small birds going at the beautiful and majestic birds of prey.  They will be rounded up by the like of Sikhs, and put in a circle to "enjoy" their true torturous telepathy as a unity.  The top of the tree will come with me.  Jullian, of Romania, is true justice against all colony and can make my royalty seem to not be, or make it rise like a tree in The Black Forest.  He is back around me, and has a beautiful new, shorter hair cut.  I am smitten with this kitten, and I love when he just shows up when I enter the door.  I would love to take him on my cruise with me if The Army could spare him.  I believe his eyes would usher in a new place of peace for me with new people holding their tongues about my where abouts, my clothing choices, and my points of culture rearrangement.  I am happy to just have a calm spot to write this evening, and I wish to have a calm day tomorrow.  There are solutions to the quagmires that present themselves on a daily basis.  The rumors have not proven to be true, and my brief data dumps are now the Army intelligence that is being pieced together today.  I will just sit and see if the waves of community can keep and even pace and sweet, smooth sound for all who walk on this Earthly boardwalk.

A Way to See Me for Irish Tree

I did receive a post for a shared house today and it looks good.  It is in Minneapolis which is where I wish to live.  I was given a direct email and I was encouraged by that.  The pictures are neat and comfortable.  The price is good and they included an estimate of the utilities.  My mystical light is getting more active in my living room.  I feel the forces beginning to work together to form a unity.  The flashes of the light are quick and bright.  Avengers Endgame you are nothing next to what is flowing in and around me.  We are coming to a place to be me, and to have privacy among a given few.  I do see a positive reality to living with some active roommates.  They can dispel when people in the community are deceitful around me.  Magic is afoot, and the qualities of demonic expressions will be cleared by Catholic priests being in community when I move to where ever I am to be.  They must first do it in unity for themselves, and stay away from me.  The mirror of ones self gets very strong as many come through.  I see this moment of time as like an Egyptian archaeological expedition and find.  We must use fine brushes at this time to not harm the ancient artifacts.  All must be brought forward in one piece.  I will love the unity as they are, and see a forming as prophecy for every university.  Be careful not to speak ill of me, due to my difference than the normal scheme of a life after academic crew has been one's community.  I will SCUBA where ever I am.  This MARINE BIOLOGIST from Northeastern University in Boston, MA, is ready for a deep dive and maybe some free diving.  The Midira at the base of The Split Rock lighthouse is my Naval Find, and yes the waters were cold enough for the bodies to be intact.  My fins that I use to swim at the YMCA twice a week are unique.  They are not Zoomers.  They are deep diving fins, except they are shorter.  My legs are perfect for and adventure and extrication now like my low visibility dive in Theodore Wirth Lake.  I found a clear glass bottle from the turn of the century.  It actually had bubbles in it.  I am here to say that I live on a special social security that is connected to the abilities that I show to heal myself and community.  I am linked to all who are disabled and I work directly with those who are in old age homes at this time.  This funding creates a bridge for me to come to a military understanding of society, and a way to organize government once our Earth and community resources are exhausted.  I shunned the money that could have come to me young, and allowed others to rise.  I choose to wait to be elevated as others see, until kingdom states are a reality, internationally.  For now, I work to stabilize the side of my family tree that is Irish to bring about the reality of their first true castle.  Journey with me and I will help you find a reality that is something in between material and mystical, royal and common.

Reviewing the Day

So my mother and I went to do some apartment hunting today, and I am just so fatigued.  I know to stand back as the tsunami hits.  Maybe scammers are in vicinity, but there are other, very powerful, forces at work.  For some reason, I do not feel afraid, and I know that it is what is supposed to be.  There are people who would have not been caught if I did not view them in their vicinity.  I stay polite, and sweet, and look at what is in front of me.  I really am staying out of the turmoil that is present at my current complex.  They were all rage anyway, but they are just starting to show it.   I just know to leave.  I believe the the illicit compliance of law enforcement and attorneys is becoming a real threat for common citizens, who were never innocent to begin with.  As I have been seen as the number one threat on this planet, the turn and burn brings me to being a creature of compliance and self reliance.  I can clean and make an arrest and psychiatric schedule for those who are mean to me, very publicly.  My innocence and logical intellect is leaving people grateful for my forthright nature.  I am the being who is here to be brave and save, but there are consequences for what you all have done, and how you have turned away.  Then there is the karma of having to deal with the exact amount of torture and deceit your way that I have dealt with on my own, since conception.  It is Apocalypse Now and now space is even paying for its darkness as it could have developed on its own as well.  This being before you is not racist, but I will teach of the hate that you have had against me, especially since Muncie, IN, and how to use your hate to boundary and the comedy that arises to heal distinct communities.  My Civil Rights case was opened in Indianapolis, and is closed today.  There is just nothing to say.  That judge who met with me ex parte is now dealing with the karma of his acts with, yes, the KKK.  It is just another karma group just like black community leaders, groups of werewolferey African Americans especially in social work, and gangs against me.  The Klan has been guilty as well, but they are mindful of scarcity of resources, thus they pick up the scent and the ball today.  I sentenced their head today, The Line Deputy of Marion County, and he will be locked down until future notice.  He is too powerful, here and overseas (and in even the reality of close range space), and we need people not mistaking him for me due to the fact that he has taken everything from me over and over again.   Regardless, I have represented him wisely in a court of law as a legal slave.  Judge Nelson, of courtroom 7 and 8, you are now through.  We bring in the big guns from NYC today before the whole economy collapses.  They will be housed and work out of St. Thomas University Law School downtown to not disrupt their sequester in the community and against The Catholic Church in this community and The Vatican City.  Joey Hiben, former Notre Dame football chief, sculptor, and FBI head in community, you must stay away.  You are werewolfery in heat.  Sexuality is not part of their play.  Clear cut financial gain is their rapture.  You are not welcome downtown, but especially in Brits Pub.  If you still hate me, get away and let the effective people through.  No matter your crimes, step up now, and there will be a positive star on your record.

Bringing In A New Buttercup

My journey to a new abode is going well.  I have connected with a savage soldier in this city who will wield a weighty verbal sword, when necessary, for all community.  I gain insight into her mental ecology more as I step one foot in front of the other in this city of doubt.  We are like an imaginal castle on the hill waiting for the surge of troops our way.  Our mote has been dug to a point over the years to a depth that cannot be measured anymore.  We can move from health to wealth and see reality as it comes at us daily.  She is the disrupted one who survived it all, and she can just keep her draw bridge up if she chooses.  I will not pry, and she has an eagle eye, thus an attorney will be present at our coronation.  Who is queen?  She or me?  We will not fight.  We will be sisters in a land that is grand inside, and create an economy that supports the soldiers out their still fighting in the wilderness.  The story just patters onto the page today as her royal gowns are prepared for all society to see.  She is the chosen PRINCESS BRIDE, and this Buttercup will be stern with even The Lieutenant from the Marion County system if she needs to be.  Dude, do you know how LOUD your voice, I mean yelling, is when you are around me?  Satanistic tea much, or are YOU just retarded?  Oh, so funny, right?  Well you will be on your knees today as the sleeze around me falls away and an Arab soldier in the night brings a rapture based on his love of a beauty he sees in me that I do not see.  He thinks that I smell like peaches and cherries (i.e. perfectly ripened fruit).  It is the strawberry hair product I use every day, is what I say, and he says, "No it is an auric reality."  Things do better as we move to the beat of the drum and prepare for the move up the way to where the river runs through the glen and dale.  I seek a true LIBRARIAN, Noah Wylie.  We will fight the monsters and dragons of Hollywood TOGETHER.  No more rumors and lies.  We will clean it up, Buttercup.  Our kingdom will be talked about overseas as they see the reality of the stars forming for the first time as royal keys are placed at my feet.  I can create imaginal realities in my vicinities, but then know to go home to do the dishes or the laundry.  My feet are firmly placed in the mystical and the material, but this new lass will provide fodder for all divinity and make my creation more holy and divine every day the sun rises in The East.  I set sail for the journeys of slumber at night and bring dreams of prophecy that bring me a giant leap closer to true understanding of it all.  I fight like a knight there and listen like a PRIEST.

Apartments and God Theory

I am in the thick of looking for an apartment, and with all the sites dangling in front of me, I must step carefully to keep things accessible and organized.  They have meshed social media with rental information to the nth degree, but have even accessed mortgage systems, and mystically, almost lavalife dating chatline here in The Twin Cities.  I must be careful if I do not want viruses on my laptop or cell.  So, what I will say here is, I am not looking for a date or a mortgage, but definitely not a date with a mortgage for me to keep steady.  I am working on stand up comedy of late and my improv flows pretty well at times due to a cleaning out of my system and systems around me emotionally, historically, and psychically.  When I am done writing emails to roommate candidates, and when I finish writing here in my blog, I tune into the telepathy of Irish men everywhere.  I am trying to stabilize the very mystical imaginal that they are, with material realm needs and true foes in environment and in the system I am applying for.  Guys, you will see reality today.  Keep your eyes on my family, and you will see the work that they do.  Just label them as foe and walk away.  Don't work to dispel German or Irish influence, just get away before they come at you psychiatricly.  Here is my theory.  When a person is violating or abusing you, you get angry.  If it continues without a way to stop it, you get rage.  If is prolonged, over years, and even lifetimes, it becomes hatred.  Hate is a fixed state.  It can be useful.  It accounts for the mystical you can't see or define.  If used productively, it drives up a wall like boundary and creates a state where you naturally just walk away.  You then can stabilize your system by finding a common thinking and a common experiencing group to verbalize your rage with derogatory terms or actions to keep the threat away.  You then can create a comedy for only your group to see except if you are encroached upon by the violating party.  That will dispel the rage and bring laughter to your unity about the stupidity of violating parties to violate all of you with all of your unseen abilities.  (Irish men, and then Arabs, are the beings who know the most about all mysticisms.  They also network in ways that they pick up on any subterfuge in the vicinity.  DO NOT doubt the lifelong learning now when they try to brainwash you with PAGAN theories and "ideals" that hurt people like us so much behind the scenes.)  I now label that the God affect.  I work with my family to stabilize that system so that we can still live in community, and you can still have your abilities, beliefs, HATREDS, and privacy.  I am gifted with constant well wishing and loving those who choose to use abilities to keep me away from yee.  I do not wish this challenge on any of you.  Be well.

Laughing It Off...But It Is VERY Serious

I am sitting here at Starbucks Fridley just laughing.  It is the whole idea of the only quad line royal on the planet, in all of it, is unemployed, unemployable (due to me being hated for being so conscientious to be qualified, friendly, well boundaried, and nice to everybody), called violent when I am silent, and the only royal who can get us the heck out of here.  Men are lining up oversees to see the disease of the high horse "royal thinking" community so connected to social work backed time and time again by psychiatry.  I can laugh because I have survived so much, and my abilities are getting stronger.  I should be so schitzo insane, but I am not.  I know exactly what is material and what is mystical.  I do not hallucinate audiologically or visually.  I gather intel telepathically, and I walk away as my computer and phone start to talk to me on their own.  I relate to circuitry, not just men who guard and love circuitry.  Matter does matter, and it likes me, baby baby.  I have a light by my TV that flashes on and off like the mystical light of the Bell Tower of The Shriner Murah Temple.  Come on security friend, the LINE DEPUTY of Marion County gets to drive the pace car for The Indy 500 tomorrow, or there will be no race.  Call Dale Earhart Jr. right now and ask for me.  He will know that it is YOUR misinformation today, not mine.  I could just walk into a police station and offer them free social work, psychiatry, and psychological (as well as medical care) for one year (due to the fact that they are all about to end up homeless and on social security) for a place to live where I can sleep soundly.  THEY can sleep in their cars for a change, Sgt. Tony Thornberg TOP U.S. Army Ranger Sharpshooter from the age of 16.  You are the only soldier I celebrate on Memorial Day.  I WILL see you again.  This military chaplain from the VA says, "Keep going, we will see each other again."  I got the key chaplaincy, even welcoming transgender soldiers to their services (about 7 years ago), when I got my one of a kind U.S. Marine POW Hat. I never leave a MAN behind, Sir Tony.  (The true sire is in your veins)   Debra, the transgender librarian from Sowthwest High School (the biggest transgender case in The Midwest.  I finally got her a key to both the men's and women's bathroom there so SHE could decide.) can vouch that I was there for her that day when spoke to a fully Republican VA crew, and I shared a little of my story from Waikiki with only her.  She was respectful, but I think things will make sense to her today.  It is all me, and even Pete did not join.  They all chose the medical key in our nuclear tree, not INFANTRY (See BOB MONKMAN on that VA mission U.S. Army Infantry from Korea.  He even trusted me with the money box and any medal a soldier can earn.).   Alert to all staff, Kendall, the president of the Unitarian Universalist Society (Internationally) got the keys and started delivering communion to soldiers of all sexuality in back.  She brought me back there and was so high on LSD, she spilled the wine, did the wrong order, and almost set the secondary alter (LAST RIGHTS ELITE ALTER) on fire.  After that time with me, she had to leave.  Thank you Lieutenant MONKMAN.  The UU's have made sure that I barely have food to eat, a place to live, a car to drive, and a job to work, properly.  FBI, it is time to get into that UU Society behind the Walker Art Center.  It will now affect the VA and PSYCH TRANSFERS to The HCMC.  I was a witness to this with a Jewish soldier when I was under all of you so that you did not have to hear people scream.

Listen to the Quiet Revelation

I have just sent a few messages to people on a room find website.  I now wait for the Irish to come through.  I feel the clock ticking in my community.  I write as a way to deal with stress, but also to confront the energies that concentrate me on a feeling of hopelessness.  I found a being who will now be good at telepathy in a way he has never been before.  There are bridges and streams that deliver joy.  Drama can be pushed away, and delicate inconsistencies can be pointed out in someone's head.  I am he, or is he me?  I am there for you, or is this a CODE BLUE?  I use words to sculpt a picture that can be reality after years of suffering in silence.  I am the one that dogs come to to speak when they have outlearned their owners in dangerous settings.  Cambridge, I call upon you to do the do.  It is time to be out the back door.  Ireland can be taken away by Bashier's library today.  The imaginal of Harry Potter is about to hit The Middle East in a real way.  Sand can become GLASS in an instant, and a camel can speak as all entities look for the one Arab Vampire.  Our meeting was serendipity and he was kind to me and he spoke to me of his kingdom in Amman, Jordan.  He can now speak for me, as I cloister and drop into silence and observe the beat of Irishmen's feet on the street.  Casual relief to relate to a bird in midmorning can be a plenty supple thing.  The interweavings bring a need to be precise.  Confusion is that which is too overdone today.  Abbra Cadaver dogs are sadly needed today as a new Emporer is crowned in Japan an earthquake hits the whole body of his evidence that is not the sea.

The Business of Housing and Employment Around Me

I am trying to look for an apartment and it is going a bit slow.  I will access my inner light to pull through the right people to help me find an Irish friendly environment.  I am gaining in success with that community.  My verbalization was acceptable yesterday even though it was the same old awkward questions.  I feel like the line in "A Few Good Men."  "You can't handle the truth."  I must be so kind in community though beings have sized me up my whole life and stolen my keys, very literally, and my notoriety.  I just need a space to be me, with no authority involved.  Today is a day that is a step for these Irishmen to read what is in housing vicinity at this time.  I will try to just be patient and pull through the creative around the whole process.  There is no more inside of me today.  I will journey in the land that is grand and green for all eternity.

Dancing My Life Away

I took a nap, and I awoke to a dream where Britney Spears was walking with me on The Vegas Strip and she was ordering me around like the Wiccan women around me.  She said that I was not taking things seriously, and that her "residency" there was not for fun.  I did see the report that she has gone bonkers zonkers again and wishes to retreat.  She had to prove her ability after what she did to me in Muncie, IN with Vivica Fox wanting to chop off my legs, for dancing so well in common environments.  When I went back to Indy, I spent some time with Dave, a stagehand associate of Jeff's.  The next day he went off to tour with The Rockette's from NYC.  It was supposed to be a show to end all shows.  Dave got frustrated with their sexual need on him and their distainful speech, and he took one at a time in their row and cut off their legs to sell as actual leg lamps in Vegas.  It is a sick and twisted entertainment world out there.  Now Dave is basically a trillionaire with no one to share it with.  Dancers are wicked ass sick.  Now Britney will dance all by herself, on stage, every night, and on the streets during the day to save her life.  See if she can keep up with THE MACHINE:  The Line deputy of Marion County.  She will not speak and will not where a headset.  People may watch when she is onstage or they will just leave her to her paranoid, delusional psychosis.  Payback is a mother fucker, right Peyton?  One day we'll look at films and laugh, but, for now, I recommend Sikhs be there to study the progression of the disease in one and then a community.  My Line Deputy was the one who woke me up from my nap mid dream, and created the scene to begin with.  People need to understand what is coming so that we will not have to have any sensitivity, compassion, or second thoughts.  I would not, after all I have been through, but all of you would fall at some point.  This is why I must be world queen and in charge of negotiations here and overseas, right Tommy Brady?  You can doubt what I say is true, but then it is just more likely to happen to you, especially if you are a dancer.  Michelle Cory looks over me in that regard and knew that I had been too badly molested to be in industry in childhood and into my 20's.  Now she is Vegas diseased through hotel chains.  Josh Duhamel will call you today, and take off your chains and you can speak of growing up as an out lesbian in industry and around me.  We did it baby.  Paula Terrick was diseased, but now she is lovely luscious in BOTH SIDES of the DOC.  Her chains being behind the eyes of Farrah Faucet from birth, have fallen away as we mark the tenth year from her schitzo death.  Josh, never meet CAM and things will be lovely financially, and in the back room in every hotel in the tree.  He tortures Jews in NYC, of late, after his show got canceled for him saying no in that casino to Ms. Spears because she was 16.  He is world special forces. Fergie, clean it up, or the mess will be all yours.  Michelle will make sure of it.  Michelle, you were in my dream too.  I was speaking highly of you in a YMCA locker room with my sister and with a white rabbit who we locked in a locker as my sister swam.  There were other woman in the locker room, but they were playing "cool kids" cards.  We made a nice bed out of a gym bag.  I spoke of your beautiful dancing, but now I know that, besides me, you have the only LINE ABILITY.  I am the one person who actually got RIVERDANCE to work at The Orpheum Theater in downtown Minneapolis, long before Muncie, IN.

I Have Never Met a Hmong Immigrant that I Did Not Like

I am looking for support from The Hmong community.  I was there for you in high school.  Just know it was an extension program for The University of MN.  You all have a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science going for a PhD in War and Unrest this week.  Your graduation will be just for you and will be delivered in your native tongue and in Native garb.  Bounce anyone who is not Hmong if they try to crash.  Say whatever you want to say.  It is all free for you for surviving the unrest of St. Paul after you graduated and staying there as a community.  You will now have your own Police Headquarters with only Hmong men working there, even in custodial engineer positions.  The pay will come from The CIA and will be $100,000 per year for all who work there no matter the position, but only Hmong Men can be part of this Police Force.  Toss the St.Paul Hotel, today.  That is where I was improperly delivered my Daughters of The Revolution pin (a gold rose painted pink) my senior year.  I am the only one.  My office is in New York City.  Stay away from that project because it is tied to The YMCA International Line Deputy program.  You can now go in there for free, Matt (LD for Marion County and now Hennepin as well).  Start with the treadmill.  It will strengthen your knees.  Then hit the pool at night when you are by yourself.  So Hmong crew, I need housing.  I will not pay $922 for a two person unit in an increasingly arrogant community.  $500 was all ready enough on top of CADI funding.  Check into that for me.  Just send a clean cut Hmong woman into Hennepin County Government Center, and get all the answers you need by saying you are the social worker's key.  Why have Hennepin County pay $129 A DAY (on top of the rent I pay) for meds and meals that are not right, anyway.  It is Jackson Square under Pinnacle Services in NE Minneapolis.  I am just not going to get into it.  I shall just call on the people I can to find effective housing that is clean and truly neighborly.  I would like a place where people just look out for me just because.  Congratulations graduates!!

Searching the Skies

The sun, the moon, and the stars bring about the heat of the day.  Finding meaning in something that is intangible is like the donkey in a creche set.  Could he have actually have carried a pregnant woman that whole way?  In it's wood whittled form, it is just cute and sweet.  In imagery, it takes on a whole heroic nature and a mythic central character in a classic play.  The reality of the sky is like that donkey.  It is forming a reality from just a simple image we view every day.  There was The North Star in that story, but no birds in the sky.  It seems like there should have been a royal falcon on the shoulder of the king with the myrrh.  It's wings and message would spread over all lands and its loyalty would be paramount to all animals in that novella.  It is the falcon's eyes that people would see glowing red from the heights of the sky.  A magical revolution song would play naturally in its background.  On this day, I call on the birds of prey to come and follow me every day.  I do see you in my skies, but I now invite you to be behind my eyes for eternity.  It will be like a sentinel Middle Eastern Policeman astral projector in my frontal lobe and memory documenting everything.

Transfiguration On the Horizon

I went to Greece to find Ireland.  I dined with my family at Christos Greek Restaurant, in Minnetonka, MN.  Our server looked like the main blond female character, Daenersys  Targaryen, from Game of Thrones. I told her that I have never watched the show, but I saw her interviewed on Late Night TV.  Her hair was pink and her name was like mine in school, Jenny.  Her black boots held the curse, and her gentle skittishness did not alarm me.  I told of the likeness and she beamed and thanked me.  She said it was the nicest thing she has ever heard.  Jenny will now become more bold and Irish, and as Daenersys gets more humble and careful.  Too much piehole is not good little missy, so sayeth the queen.  There was a picture that looked like those cliffs in Northern Ireland, but I assume it was some part of Greece.  Magic is spinning in the minds of many.  People need to choose a carefulness to choreography.  As this woman sped up around me, her feet became more steady and determined to just come through and honor the vampiric quality I have with soda on that evening.  I will be the only queen that Ireland has ever had.  Game of Thrones opened up a box of whine for those with me.  I pay attention and give mind to all that are about to be.  The busser was an ogar man whose eyes shone blue and Ireland came to formation in the dining area.  Ogars are rising in the East and they will all be what they wish to be due to their lifelong servitude and duty to the queen.  They are the ones who did not look away, and will not be victims of deceit or lies.  He knew when to clear the dishes.  He cleared my dish last, and asked very properly.  He waited until I was done, and all my loyal subject fought to eat what was free.  No more, she is the one.  You will not eat when she is through.  When she is done, she will cast you away and welcome her king to her chambers.  All that is wrong will be righted when I go aboard Holland America Cruise Lines for Nova Scotia headed for the destination of Montreal.  Witches will be afoot, and their grandeur will only be seen from this time forward if they are loyal to me and only me.  I just took a brief rest.  I awoke from a dream of me with my priest clerical collar from my very special cloistered crew at St. Thomas University's Monastery.  I was laid flat on the floor after my second year of graduate studies, and they broke my chin as I lay in the shape of a cross.  They are now the prostrate ones.  That was all due to Hamline University's lack of diversity toward priestly affairs, cares, and conservatism.  When Ireland is ready to receive me, I will cloister for a week at that location on Cretin Ave.  We will speak in spurts (I will only speak to break the toxicity of constant and communal telepathy.  Quotes and compliments work best.), but I will have privacy to have no one touch me or ask me to entertain their concerns or problems.  My transfiguration ability will become pure and elite.  As I board the ship I will transform into a sweet and gentle fawn.  I will lie in the cargo hold and sleep for the THREE WEEK journey setting sail from New York City unlike my upcoming trip which sails from Boston, MA.  As I depart, my King Christopher Dunlop, of Dublin, Ireland, will build our castle just outside of Dublin.  He will clear the land and horizon with witcheries, and then build with the most magical wizardry that has ever existed.  He will have stolen my brother, Peter's, abilities and notoriety.  Peter really should have become a full fledged priest in New York City, and had privacy and opulence, publicly, from that point on.  Now my King has his keys due to the crowning of the new King of Britain, Nic.  He took it on bended knee and declared me free, internationally.  Britain is now one kingdom.  No more separation with Scotland, just different Witcheries, and Wales will just fall into the sea.  Northern Ireland and Ireland are now one unified Ireland and we keep it for my vampiric master and King Chris, never to welcome the steps or even a horse bearing my brother Peter.  We wish for no war to break out for those I love and I wish to keep safe.  Belfast is now the figurehead city for the NATION, not the kingdom of The United Kingdom, and they can now deal with the United Nations for me.  I make a new forthright IRA delegation today.  They know the how commonplace warfare can become, and hopefully they can argue to keep it away from me.  They hold a sleep key for me.  Once we reach the EASTERN SHORES of Ireland, I will awake to the ding of a triangle and will transform into human form with a burlap bag on.  My dignity will be guarded by prison stewards as they did today at the YMCA.  I will then put on my black trench coat robe with my collar and warm black tights with thigh high black boots.  We will stay there for a month, exactly to the moment of landing, and my King will wait finishing details around our new home.  I will carry a rod walking bow topped with a large sterling silver cross with a point that grips in all terrains.  We will then journey in a team of ten.  This lass server and this ogar from last evening will be there and they will choose the 7 others for their abilities, not their witcheries or disciplines of demonic expression.  I will be on horseback with a steady lead and she will ride in a wedding gown in front of me.  I will stay in my priestly garb.  My sister will stay back and guard the colony of St. Thomas Catholicism and become the Irish Knight we need in The States as things shift, internationally, especially for the undercurrent of schizophrenia that will rise as I shift my loyalties of my abilities and healing to Ireland and only Ireland.  A world traveler from birth, she deals with it all, effortlessly.  She will never be Catholic, but will not speak sweetly to any religious foe.  Chis and I will marry on a hillside as my sorcery winds and wings whip the proper air into my lungs.  I will take him to our bedchamber and I will sleep for a week.  They rest is left for privacy, not imagination.

An Early Cup of Coffee...Philosophy of Penitentiary

I got up early this morning and Starbucks was calling to me.  I now sit here with a cup of coffee.  I feel quite rested and relaxed.  I had a fine workout and physical therapy session yesterday.  I struggle to know what to put on the page.  I feel like my journey this weekend healed me in a profound way.  I am now able to smile and relate positively without using so much energy.  It is easy to do dishes and to run errands.  The police were a four man team when I was shopping after my workout.  My bus driver had a Superman cap on this morning.  So many heroes out there, I just feel so safe.  A man just came in with laundry and I see the engineer from The IDS coming through.  He is a Gepeto.  I miss him.  He is very mighty in a quiet way.  The downtown vicinity feels cleaned out now.  Columbia Heights does too to a certain extent.  There is so much I am keeping off the page today that I am feeling blocked.  I will just sit with my music playing and see if anything comes through...As I said that, I remember that there were four Hindus at the YMCA yesterday, and three were taking lessons.  One was probably feeling the effects of LSD, because he kept staring at me.  Then, when I was in the hot tub, a group of three African American men came in with me.  They were dripping of penitentiary.  I was kind and welcomed them with a smile in a relaxed way.  I could feel one of them protecting me when he turned his back to me.  I felt there spirits with me until I left.  I mark these three as a unit.  They get a membership, but they must come in together so that no one even hurts their feelings.  We laughed quite a bit, and I was on my way.  This is a perfect project for that YMCA.  Being a Line deputy in society (We must have some people locked down, and some in the world for the systems to function.  Being in the world DOES NOT mean that one is innocent.), it is time to see that these men are actually so much less violent and abusive than the people we have in society at this time, especially the women.  As I went down the steps to leave, I saw the man from Oakland, CA, who was on Van Jones' "Redemption Project" this past Sunday.  His daughter had been shot when she was a teen, and 20 years later he was facing the man who shot her.  I recognized him and then I saw his tattoos.  He will be part of a half and half project.  Penitentiary is changing, but not as quickly as the outer world.  It will be an opportunity for him to be in San Quentin's walls at times, without observation or questions.  He will then have two twin beds for men who need just one, and maybe two, days out to see the realities that are taking over in community.  It is important to note that these men, and many in pen. are not experiencing any signs of the outer world crazy, especially schizophrenia.  They separate that out pretty quickly, and respond to it with massive violence.  It is the only sane way to be in a closed and overcrowded setting.  This isolation and elimination technique can now be used overseas, but not in The U.S. yet.  People here rely on lies and imagery to represent the truth of community aspects (industries on TV) and beings.

A Journey with Nick

I had quite the journey the other night with a man named Nick.  I first met 2 Delta pilots and we talked for a while about sports, Delta, and Honolulu, where they had just flown in from earlier that day.  They showed me pictures from the cockpit.  Then Nick walked in for a steak.  He was from around London.  I love accents so I asked him where he was from.  The pilots were on the left, and Nick was on the right.  The pilots were high notoriety, more condensed energy, and Nick was high notoriety, high energy.  I explained this and it bridged the divide, and they could then converse.  We talked a little about Delta stock, and I straight out said, "I feel like we are doing a land deal there today."  The pilot closest to me just smiled.  Telepathically, they sent that Nick better be good to me.  Nick then asked me to journey with him.  We moved down the street and met a bunch of people from Madison and others.  We finished the night at The Local.  It is a very special Irish vampire bar.  I did get that Nick is vampiric.  The lights were up, actually, and there were two perfectly central barstools at the bar.  It was unheard of on a Saturday, late evening.  Everything he drank was red.  He got a bit skittish.  He said my eyes changed.  It was an Irish hierarchical thing.  They shine green because I am top of tree, vampirically and royally.  I intuitively knew to just start kissing him, he became lost in that, and we stayed for a little while longer.  I dran a littel beer from his glass and we left some for the bartender and Dunlop in a vile for later.  I felt like my second vampiric (officially third) master, and Irish King Chris Dunlop was sitting right there, but I could not see him.  I came to that the next day when I heard "Dancing On My Own" by, Calum Scott version.  In the moment of this act, I stopped time, and became the Queen of all Vampirics in all lands, even space.  This bar has special vampiric carvings that protect against mere mortals and against sexuality on their premises.  I did not know that until the next day as well.  One of the vampires, the bartender, came and protected me at the bus stop at 9:22 am in the morning by running in and out of Target quickly.  It was unheard of in that light.  After the adventure at The Local, we went back to his hotel.  He had been very polite about even holding my hand.  We had some sexuality, but no sex.  It was perfect.  I will protect both of our privacies about what happened, but the man was miraculous, and I exist actually physically changed.  What a giving soul, and not a pretender in any way.  Thank you so much Nic.  I move you to a royal sexual registry, today.  I did not sleep, I just meditated, but he was able to sleep without snoring.  I got up around 7:30 am and watched Fox 9 on the TV.  I turned on the TV when they were just starting the Race for the Cure.  Telepathy ensued as Nick got up and commenced with a little more closeness.  We then got up and went to Panera for breakfast.  There was a disturbing paranoid schizophrenic woman sitting next to us.  Nick tried to be polite and she attacked him with profanities.  We parted with a kiss, and I went to the bus stop outside of Target.  A cop car rolled by very slow and a fire chief vehicle as well.  The bus was a little late and then it stopped a lot.  Some of the people were very weird on the bus.  As we approached West Broadway, on Central, there were ambulances running.  We then got to the intersection and there was a huge accident.  All kinds of EMS vehicles and workers were there.  It seemed rather constructed to me.  We had to take a huge detour because of the train.  I finally got home and went to bed.  I feel like something huge got done.  I back away and watch to see what it is.  I did KNIGHT Nick along the way, both British and Irish.  He was VERY brave and gentlemanly.  His mind, physical body, and heart are very strong. I do invite my cousin Jimmer into town to see if, with his skill set, he can move the train along as well.  Nick, he is someone you can trust about matters about me and Muncie, IN, Police Department.  Jimmer, it is time for you to become Irish Vampiric.  It is a new line that will be completely royal.  Based on your reactions to complications, we will bring in new American vampirics or remove Russian Vampirics for all eternity.  Go into the IDS Starbucks and ask for BRYAN.  He is a powder, bald with blue eyes, who no longer works for the corporation.  They will make a call to my bank and bring down one vampire from upstairs to talk to you and about those who stalk you.  Your ceremony will happen at BRITS, taking over that space and staking every employee and regular there for eternity, in one night.  The blood will flow for days.  THAT will be free.  After that, even a vodka and cranberry will be $20 dollars for novampiric guests and no meals at all for employees.  The reception will be three dawn later, Jimmer, at The Local down the street.  Your barber will be the ogar bartender from the back room at Brits.  He has to drink only well whiskey that day.  It will keep his consumption down and attention on the task at hand.  Congrats, baby, baby.  Your theme that day, "Hallelujah."  They will then give you your perfect hair cut.

A Journey of Green and Blue Words for Sister in Me

I see a peahen in a bevy of cocks.  She has her mercurial way, and may not be seen today.  A dance is displayed and I begin to feel a heartbeat in my pen.  A natural quill comes to be.  There is something so right about this scene, and not right at the same time.  It is the reproduction of reality that we crave.  The brilliant colors of the males' tale feathers that brings about many an epiphany.  I am rocked by the flavors of a cherry tootsie pop in my mind's eye.  These scenes seem to be linked by LSD, not Ecstasy.  Time is transparent, and birds soon fly away even if it is in a wind we cannot see.  A memory is a documentary for most, but for me, it is poetry.

I Feel Like Sea World Was Watching With Hindus

I just went to The Como Zoo.  My favorite animals today was the bison, the tiger, the baby Dall sheep, and the sea lions.  The puffin puffed up when I walked by and displayed his feathers.  The bison asked for only telepathic communication and no movement, but they were very wise.  The tiger was walking away when I came up, and I asked him to wait up and he stopped, looked over his shoulder, and then made a circle route near me with a little bit of a growling noise.  The baby Dall sheep was tiny, clean, and adorable.  The sea lions were the best.  It was like watching a water ballet.  First, the top two vied for dominance on land and then did their routine spontaneously.  They combined movement they would display in the wild only, and movements they would do in shows.  It was magnificent.  All three were involved.  The baby cougars came up from the other room as I stepped up.  They just got close and watched where I was.  I did notice Hindus in there today.  There was a family and a separate couple.  Maybe they want to see the animals be free.  I normally do not see them at the zoo.  They were by me when I viewed the sea lions, quietly.  The reality around me made them understand more about me, and about the nature of sea beings in my vicinity.  Seals and Killer Whales would openly surface around me at Friday Harbor, WA, when I studied Marine Biology there.  I did notice Wiccan practitioners openly manipulating the animals in front of me.  I have established contact and rapore with this menagerie of animals my whole life.  I now go about once a month.  The question of memory has finally been answered by the Tamarins.  I call them mustache men.  They are a very small primate who does reproduce naturally at that vicinity.  They know me personally, and , at this point, do come up to me at the glass and stare at me.  I have never done any husbandry behaviors, touched them, or fed them.  They remember me very specifically.  They show signs of collective unconscious memory.  When I go from exhibit to exhibit, and also go from captivity to the wild, the animals wake up and respond more.  It is a combination of tunnel through, remote viewing, and memory.  (As I wrote this, "Futon Couch" by Missy Higgins came up on my youtube.com random shuffle.  It plays rarely.)  My work is hands off and now they are displaying that they have long term memory.  People, on safari, in Africa, have wondered this for years especially for rhinos and elephants.  For those two Goliaths, it is scent memories of food, of a place, or of a water supply.  They see enemy by the bits in predators' teeth.  As I have grown stronger in my energy body, thus displaying my real self more, their memories become more complete, as do their personalities.  I keep a card catalog of all beings in my head, thus I respond in the way needed that day for that being.  I do no type of witchcraft or satanism.  I just let the animals decide if they want to have an energetic bond with me when I am in their vicinity.  I observe and record anomalies.   I never do any type of chemicals when I am working with and around animals in captivity.  Peacocks understand me fully.  When I visited the zoo in Tuscon, AZ, with my sister, about 8 peacocks appeared out of nowhere and one pea hen.  One peacock fully displayed and danced for me with actual eye contact.  We went for Chinese food after that, and I told the server about the peacock at the zoo, and I could tell that it meant something huge to her.  I think that peacocks have now been replaced by wild turkeys around me.  It is a mix of mystical meets the material, and The East meets The West.

War of Words

I did make it to Starbucks Fridley, even though it is cold and rainy today.  Yesterday I went swimming and I met a man from Bosnia in the hot tub.  We were alone, and thus I talked.  What happens is that I verbalize an empathic or psychic link in topics that I bring up.  This man is obviously very educated and intelligent, and was raised militarily even in his education.  He had actually taken, and passed, a TOEFL exam.  We prepared a select set of students for this exam at Hamline.  We had select packets for them to check out, and be accounted for, in the library.  I talked to him a little about my education and about my weblog, because he asked.  Water is a superconductor, so the topics just flowed naturally.  I told him that I had met two Generals, in The Twin Cities, from Bosnia.  One I met at the former Old Chicago by Northtown.  I missed my bus, so he gave me a ride home and asked for nothing.  The other man I met on the bus.  He was a little stalky with me, so I let The Sheriff Staynek know about him.  He had also gotten his licence to practice gynecology, in Hamburg, Germany.  I think he thought that I would think that was sexy.  It was not, it was creepy.  I did not bring that up to this Bosnian man.  A foreign man, partially clothed, alone with me in a hot tub with me may get the wrong idea about our discourse at that point.  He actually nodded and was relaxed when I was outlining my Sociological work with hate group discovery.  I told him that NeoNazis are actually Jews who expouse Nazi principles.  I told him that they are then able to verbalize more than other hate groups.  He just nodded, knowingly, and I then knew that I was talking to the top NeoNazi on the planet.  He is a key to all of it because he is very university.  He is almost royal, so I make him a Czech COUNT today.  I give him license to check out the workings of Hamline for me.  He won't put up with their, very internationally, illegal crap. I delt with hell in a cell because of them in Muncie, and then Indy, but I was led there by the Line deputy for him to study me, and me to study and boundary DOC facilities, internationally.  We needed to keep GITMO open so that those Arabs had a place to live.  Torture then ceased for everyone but me.  I am now actually given the title by the whole Marion County DOC of head Line Deputy, internationallly, since Waikiki.  They are a hate group of their own making.  I also did suspect that this Bosnian man is s vampiric, but I did not bring that up.  Many vampirics were then able to see throughout the vicinity.  I felt sick, and he helped me feel better.  I just saw a modern Sikh man come in for a Starbucks foo foo drink of coffee.  He was letting me know that I hit the nail on the head.  Just to let you all know, when I was speaking of my Arian grouping for hate groups, I was considering Pakistani Muslims, Hindus, and Sikhs as Arab, thus they part of that kinship.  This man who came in was off the charts intelligent as well.  Our telepathy was funny.  I have a friend in vicinity trying to find my otolaryngologist from Indy.  Those films of my throat are priceless.  Now they will NEVER be on the internet.  I should have never been able to speak again.  My vocal chords were hard to locate on the filmed exam.  I came back in a week and everything, except the placement of the vocal chords looked normal.  Thanks for coming in man with a mission.  I was so glad to have a helpful telepath in vicinity.

To Converse or Not To Converse

It is Cinco de Mayo and I have ventured to Starbucks to find the stream in the harmonic side of my head.  Maybe I met a stranger who was just a very grounded mind to talk to.  I am so tired of the negativity and doubt about my experiences, faith, and abilities.  People are so stupid that there is a Grand Plan and it is fascinating and quite funny.  Take the path of disbelief and selfish discord, and this Rinpoche will show you the curve ball in your own brain.  The birds of prey will circle above, and they will see even the smallest worm on the ground to use against you later.  I will proceed and find a gentle peace in a common environment of a social nature.  I did watch SNL last night.  During the news, Kate McKinnon did a hilarious impersonation of Elizabeth Warren. She then said Doug Colin to Colin Jost.  She said, telepathically, to write that his name is actually Doug Colin Jost.  She told me to write that in my entry today so they know how right on my telepathy is.  Colin tried to confuse it telepathically, but she continued to repeat his actual name.  She knew that I would get it, but he did not believe.  Well, "Dougie", you are caught now.  No frat house will ever house you again.  (Tyler, MP Marine in Muncie, IN, watch the SNL news from last night on youtube.com.  Work on your telepathy with CNN, and then with FIREMEN in the community.  He had powerful sentinel and diversion basic training in Hamburg, Germany.)  Adam Sandler was the host and Shawn Mendes was the musical guest.  I enjoy his music and his knowing smile.  He must be a Cheshire Cat.  At a certain point, he waved.  Maybe in another world, he will find his Rinpoche too.  Just to let readers know, a Rinpoche is a Buddhist leader who has become enlightened in this lifetime of his own accord.  The position is higher than the Dalai Lama, and they protect him and except his generous amounts of unholy karma.  It is a Grand Plan way to take it for the team before conditions become much more severe.  I continue to establish contact and repore.  I have felt a little off the ship the last two days, thus I did not write.  I also watched Vice last night.  It was pretty good.  It kept my attention.  It was really pretty comical.  Dick, that was a real heart, but not yours, that they showed on the screen after you had the transplant in the movie.  The mystical around it was pretty strong, thus it almost started beating as it sat there in the middle of the frame.  It was Wiccan, moving into Warlockery.  It is one of those days that I am silent within, thus writing even a chord becomes difficult.  I am grateful for meeting this man yesterday.  Good conversations are few and far between.  He can now move with the wind, and find sense to the confusing parts of life that do actually have answers.

Changing the Law to Suit Reality

I hooked into a police tree yesterday through Chicago P.D.  The telepathy is strangely sensitive and hilarious.  Everything is just in proper placement now.  I have done "data dumps" in just the right places this week.  I know not to trust, but I give people and agencies the opportunity to use free will and make their choices, for good or ill.  I pick up that most choose ill, which does effect the next grouping down the tree.  The police feel like they are now ready to move forward and see what the justice system is going to be, and how their foes will come at them and their families.  It is important today that I put some law and order on the page, but keep names out of it.  Right Hank?  Just to do some definitions of people and groups I do legal services for for free are those that the ACLU will not represent.  First is the KKK.  If people say that they are Klan, they are not.  It is a telepathic apocalyptic order testing all society by giving to all groups.  In the end, they will prove that they are scammed by all they help, and they need to keep the top white males separate and are great corporate heads.  They can have interaction with their families, but they need to separate from all the rest of society.  They don't even know each other properly.  In their Kingdom Hall meetings, they are always hooded and they do not speak.  It is telepathic and cued by leaflet.  Segregation was a project that Jews ordered in The South to promote tensions and misrepresentations of southern men.  Neo Nazis are actually Jews who exspouse Nazi principles in a demented way.  I do not represent them.  Just like in WWII, Hitler and the SS were Jews acting on Jews, and that is where the true antisemitism and homophobia came from and found itself being represented.  Another category of people who speak these hateful speeches are schizophrenics who mistrust society.  They can just be locked down with each other in sanitarium.  It will probably clear itself up by the beatdowns they will encourage.  Nazis were a group of 13 who studied mystical practices and worked to obtain mystical objects.  They astral projected with ease as a unity, and lived on LSD.  My bio father, World General George Mayer was the head of this Third Reich Society.  He was raised, in sequester, here in the U.S., but was German Kaiser by the time he portaled into East Berlin with his personal tank.  I am a Nazi project of progeny which is actually a high and holy thinking and living system of diplomacy, internationally.  I am the only one.  Arian Society is just coming to be.  There is a special police and military officer, from Ireland, who knows the Arian understandings.  He does it very naturally with grouping people around him so that he remains free.  I kept him out of jail, in Muncie, IN.  It was almost the wild wild west, but like in Nazi Germany, when I was there.  He now understands that Nazi's did really have a pairing with Arabs, thus they called them Arian as well.  Today, I make Arabs an official grouping of the Arian party, especially STARGAZERS, clerics, and astral projectors.  They can eschew this understanding, but they are welcome to bring their best, especially around me, and Oxford Society.  Now White Supremacy is also under my care and concern.  They live peacefully, in penitentiary, separately and play a lot of dominoes.  Their fate is to be mostly in these prison pods until we can find a lovely green space for this men with a flowing brook and a pure pond to bathe.  One cannot be White Supremacy if they have not served a significant amount of time and a lot of it starts in young childhood.  In society, they are the most severely violent grouping of "hate groups", thus they land back in prison.  Much of the time, they feel it coming and they lock themselves down before anything happens.  They do not want to bring heat onto their society.  We will use them in the future to go after out of control Wiccan witches who, are or have been, prostitutes.  These women feel nothing, thus they need the vehemence of the beating (and verbalizations) only a White Supremacist can give.  Skinheads are social and artistic beings who can serve military easily.  They are great sharpshooters and expert gamblers.  They see all that is happening around them.  They hallucinate well, and stay out of society if their is not a planned engagement to use their violent tendancies.  The top Skinhead is my friend Tony Thornburg.  He is my Army JAG case.  He is an ultimate fighter and has even fought in cage matches to the death in Southeast Asia.  Obviously he is a winner.  He is the only sharpshooter to break the mile marker on a kill.  He is a chef, a painter, a conscientious lover, and a gentleman in the street.  He is a genius to the nth degree.  My husband is Matt.  He is the Grand Master of the Klan.  His intelligence is off the charts.  I began his training in legal methods right away.  The first moment he saw me he stood on the other side of the bars and stared at me for about 10 minutes.  I just stared back.  He cuffed me very gently.  He has an ability to not touch a prisoner, but he swept my palm with his hand so sensitively.  I love him more than I can say.  Just to let you know, Matt knows how to group people in Penn. expertly so they do not gain more notoriety, and power, and they FEEL that they are incarcerated.  No sleeping through the day.  Just know that there are some important people who have pushed forward the cause of civil rights who were Klan.  I will keep their names out of this entry to not confuse Asia.  The images you see of the KKK, especially in The South, are just that, IMAGES.  African Americans have always wanted to sit on the back of the bus as they do today.  Klan members do not kill in the name of the Klan, but Jews do.  These are mostly BRONX Jews who just hate that a community can exist in a silent and giving way to other communities.  Well, I have also worked with Black Supremacy as well, but I no longer support them in a court of law.  I did in Muncie, IN.  I got Daytron Williams, the head of The Bloods Street Gang(from Chicago), off on first degree murder charges.  He then later raped me with a hammer.  My Navy JAG case with the most decorated Navy Seal Michael D. Wilson was able to kill at will in the town of Muncie, IN, while I was there.  He killed with one blow to the head.  He remained in good standing and still works for the DEA. He also is from Chicago, IL, and I had to see an otolayrngologist after he went after my vocal chords when I left him with his stripper girlfriend in Muncie, IN, who he brought in around me after I actually got him set up with the intown FBI..  He was a crack addict, but his abilities and rage served a purpose.  He rushed me one night with a crowbar when I was in the bath tub because he couldn't find his crack pipe.  He struck, but I got him to say "YES SIR!!!" to me before he backed away.  He raped me one night, and he thought that using a condom and asking me to shoot myself in the head with him would make it go away.  He was 6'10" and 320 lbs.  I am 5'3" and so I know to not resist, but I record in my memory.  This is the first time I can talk about it.  Maybe his usefulness will be revisited today.  Michael, I know what you did to me.  Maybe my brother will just meet you, alone, in a dark ally, in NYC.  I will never belong to African American men again.  Your case is documented and now you can deal with a Court Martial, overseas, in Afghanistan.

Being In A Vicinity With Me

I got in a swim and a lunch at French Meadows with my mother this noon.  The swim felt so good.  I just got to coffee and I ran into Abdol.  I haven't seen him in months.  I introduced him to my mother.  I feel it went smoothly.  Telepathy made things go off without a hitch.  I give him some room by sitting across the room.  I have felt like I have been heard by a larger community.  "Somebody to hear," is the line on my pandora.com when I wrote that.  Maybe he needed me even more than I needed to have someone to say he knows me here today.  Diplomacy is the key.  That is my upbringing to the nth degree.  His studies follow that route at this time.  It will get better for all involved.  The tree is now apparent.  Ireland is pleased, and boundaries now exist.  I keep things nebulous so that all can evolve on his/ her own.  I work every day to stay off a public platform.  I tell few people about my writing and the address to find it.  Abol needs to be heard in the forum who sent him here, The United Nations.  He may know things that he does not know that he knows especially about my first stepfather, Greg.  St. Andrews University can speak, but (St. Andrew's) St. Mary's School of Divinity Studies needs to remain tight lipped.  I feel a little off the page today because I cannot speak about what I wish to.  Just know that legal studies are changing throughout the globe.  Too much has been missed and misguided, thus courts of law may not exist much longer.  Surveillance has gleaned the observation of all deranged crimes.  Punishment placement is what we are about to come down to, internationally.  I have stood my ground and stayed silent.  No more.  It has happened to me to the nth degree, but my almighties may be able to stay away from some types of tortures, very publicly.  Just know that I do not forget.  I just wait until an investigation's information can glean torture for the heartless torturers, and in the right order for individuals and communities.  All of you get to decide who that is before you are fed into the horror wood chipper too, domestically and internationally.  I call on the member of ICP who was locked down with me to speak to Bob Kroll of the Minneapolis Police Department Union about our time together.  Explain what you could do and I could not.  Just know that Kroll used to play defensive back for The Green Packers.  His RAM energy is very strong.  He is backed and stacked, and if you lie, that whole current line will come after you for about a year.  Also know that Officer Richard, of Shakopee Women's Prison (about 7 ft tall and 320 lbs.), who was there guarding a prisoner, could come see your family at any time and turn you into something unknowable.  He was there the whole time even when unseen.