Surfer Boys on The North Shore of Oahu

I'm thinking about great white sharks today.  The North Shore of Oahu was covered with them after my birth.  The surfer boys began a shark theology after that, and made each wave a blessing.  These men were hardened criminals with tight bodies and high IQ's.  They WOULD rob a bank or two on occasion.  They were never caught due to their telepathic team technique.  In the 80's the problem started.  One California Pagan surfer girl got out there without being eaten, and the surfer boys questioned the discernment and holiness of their shark guides.  Then Oahu crack wh**es then started rushing the beaches at dawn and would stay all day.  The surfer boys would party in a holy way at night and thus they would not wake until 10 am, and then be at the beach at exactly 11 am each day.  These heinously evil Wiccan females would fake the taking of a wave, and laugh as they let it go.  The Oahu surfer boys had had it.  In 1983, just before I visited Oahu, the surfer boys began to pray to a Polynesian authority that was shark witchery.  Their dominance returned.  I came to them the next year and just watched from the beach.  I did not know that they had a special baby board for me to make sure that I did not break my back or neck.  I just knew I was afraid.  On that day, the men sat in line at the rim of the waves and waited for me to play.  There was some diversion from my brother.  All of a sudden the sharks lined up too, and STOPPED SWIMMING.  They could have died by not being able to breath, but they wanted me to see my notoriety.  The surfer boys never questioned the authority and discernment of sharks again.  They later figured out that the surfer girls were threatening me, telepathically, and only my brother picked it up or he would have gone out there with me.  The sharks started eating female surfers after that in quick fashion.  They could not stand the female Wiccan flesh no more, and they stopped.  The surfer boys then showed them to a private beach and quickly started beheading them one by one.  They would just bury them their where the brush grew quickly.  These heavy duty satanists would worship and party there at night to never be afraid.   They would also not allow these women's souls to produce warlockery on their vital resource or tamper with their kinship with sharks.  When the women disappeared, they would just tell the Navy and 5-0 that the sharks must have devoured them because they were stealing waves and letting them go.  Navy sailors surf the world for free and 5-0 would surf The North Shore on occasion, so they knew the sacrilegious action that this was.  All is in balance today after a girl was eaten in The Bahamas the other day by 3 great whites when snorkeling with her family.  That only happens if she is using Wiccan in the water and trying to actually touch these great beasts sexually.  How sick.  I love my sharks and my sharky surfing crew.  I dedicate this entry to you, and give you the gift of second sight in the water (a superconductor) and also return an ability to read only English again.  Polynesian created dyslexia in a tunnel through crew like all of you.

Spin Doctoring In This Moment of Time

I did watch the debate, and what I am realizing is that they are boring because none of these candidates have a good spin doctor at their disposal.  I will take Mr. Joe Biden.  When questioned on his record, he needs to stress that he has been part of history making the gains that have been necessary for all African American candidates to stand on the stage today.  He needs to actually challenge THEIR records on Civil Rights matters FROM BIRTH.  We do not question women and black about their ACTUAL legislative acts having to do with woman and African American individuals and community.  Their physical form is the record they present.  (Example, white male presenting that he is the only one to have passed an important abortion bill and Amy Klobechar challenged that of course the three women on the stage had fought for reproductive rights legislation throughout their careers.  They had NOT done what he had done.)  Joe Biden needs to bring into focus, the actually behind the scenes realities around the progress that has been made, including economic factors and African American crime totals, during the Civil Rights process.  He has to also express the reality of how few African Americans found education important in their day to day, thus busing was unrealistic because it took more time and money than the product of that expenditure, and then programs had to exist to catch these children up to speed.  The disruption of these children and young adults on the education system is something that was actually a real barrier to progress.  THAT is something that should have fallen on African American community members, and booster programs should have been started by African Americans who did actually have post secondary degrees.  It fell on mainly white men from The South to make up for the discrepancies and pull the diplomatic punches to keep these programs moving forward.  African Americans need to judge and educate African Americans and stop asking white community to be the backbone of it all.  Stop the screaming and start listening to MILITARY orders in community to disperse and find solutions to your own problems.  Mr. Biden, know this inside, and you can begin to express it in small doses with African American groups and on debate stages.  Stick to script on interviews and never be interviewed, alone, by Lester Holt.  Why does he not start a school  and day care in The Modern Day South?  I know that my views will not be popular by a screamer like Ms. Harris, or shall we call her Ms. Harass?  I want real prosecutors in California to talk about what happened to the legal system there in court rooms, in classrooms, and in penitentiaries when she was at the helm.  Looking good in a suit, does not make you good at your job.  Meredee (my mother's cousin and deeply embedded as DA in L.A. and Drug Court) start RUNNING AGAINST HER in L.A. alone.  Speak about her record with African American men, women, and children, and about drug laws she was personally constantly breaking, very publicly.  Question her lack of Civil Rights legislation, especially in South Central schools, in California during her reign.  It is time for the truth.  We can stick to material matters and fear ruffling a few feathers in delusional and just plain deceitful African American studies and interviews, but being black is no longer enough to prove that you love or even like black people, their children, or their communities.  African Americans need to put their money where their mouths are.  ICE T speak up in NYC.  Snoop Dog, tell of her telepathy in courtrooms around you the whole time you had children in your house.  So Mr. Biden, if a minority or homosexual cadidate begins to poll strong in vital areas, run a truth speaker (mostly attorneys due to their legal and educational records [Meredee can also tunnel through]) of that minority or sexual orientation in that community or state as needed.  The boxing match starts then, and you will feel that communities thirst for blood and need for a white male of authority to win and be in charge.  White heterosexual males and royalty have stronger energy systems.  Right now you are humiliation torture fed upon.  DON'T let it happen again.  Always have a number 2 to tunnel through in vicinity.  Fraternity males are best.  Now THAT is the spin of the day.

A Financial Tale to Tell

Along my way, I met a man who was a broker and financier for Meryl Lynch Corporation the other day.  I told him about traveling with Wade that night in Indy.  He was a private pilot for a man who was a billionaire from NYC, but docked his CESNA in Louisville, KY.  He was financially tied to The Cincinnati Bengals, thus they flew in for The Colts vs. The Bengals game.  They were in town to discuss a deal to acquire, first the rights to The Colts, especially Peyton Manning's throwing arm, and then acquire the team as well.  He had his very high and holy stock broker at the table at Buffalo Wild Wings to talk about the deal with me.  I was already tied down with Manning and his crew through his and Eli's acquisition in Indy, The RAM bar and microbrewery.  It was a massively satanistic establishment with great steaks.  I let them know that Peyton's arm was not for sale.  I knew that, because he was killing cheer leaders behind the scenes, he would have to be traded to finish his career in peace.  I traded him to The Broncos, where I then made him Denver, Colorado homicide.  Now that night with Wade seems so long ago, but I told this man the tale like the 75 lbs Walleye catch that it was.  His boss gave Wade his Black American Express Card which had no limit.  Wade could have bought himself a whole fleet of CESNA's, but he chose to spend the night with me.  We had a great time, and the bar dancing bitches at The Wild Beaver stole it from his back pocket when he was kissing me at the bar.  Oh well, he thought, it can be found and or canceled remotely.  Well that card is linked to acquisition and The NYSE, and to this billionaire's assets.  The Dow Jones dropped about 20 points that day, and they had a freeze play.  It was Peyton's call.  I kept NASDAQ steady by letting Wade go without me, but he gave me his private cell.  Well these Beaverettes kept selling out the whole bar and tipping themselves up to 1 million dollars in a night, with this card over two years.  Heidi, a dominatrix from East Germany and the owner Wild Beaver Will's girlfriend (and acting manager at the time), that was so stupid.  Germany is handling this for me.  I have been East German police since birth and you are not.  The pictures that you took of Will, in slave and fetish costumes have been found.  Your humiliation torture will no longer torture his associates any longer.  The stock broker finally got the news from Meryl Lynch that it was not me dipping into this billionaire's stocks affecting the entire bond market (he WAS the fed that day), and Peyton had to be set free.  Wade's boss will recover, just like Donald Trump and rebrand himself.  Maybe he writes a short story about what would of been if I had chose him that night.  His artistry may seem creepy to many, but it is all time management to me.  No more deals for beauty queens and bar dancers.  The case is CLOSED.

Take A Breath. It IS HEADY Today.

I work with them all.  I know when to listen and validate, and when to walk away.  The way you master the herd, is by mastering your own inner self and home community.  I will be appearing different in my new space.  I can be a new form of me.  I can leave the pain of being a Line Deputy in an outer world of violation on me to my inner core, to an officer of the law and the court in a real way.  I manifest my reality by taking it from the page to a new space for legal review where I cannot be seen, but the correct beings will hear.  The Line Deputy of Marion County is going to have to take my old position with a few new "managers" of Arab states.  You will never be marked at Shi ite, so the FBI can do whatever they want with you, LD.  You are my worst friendly who is domestic and community abuse on me for both lifetime and mostly since I opened to channel.  You will never have the key ever again.  You are not noble, you are basically a lesbian Latino thief, and now the people at the border will be your judge and jury.  They are sick of being used by a Latino lesbian barrister crew, I met at Adelita's Mexican Restaurant karaoke in NE Minneapolis, system that promises relief, and proves to be YOU, Line Deputy.  They have faked times of homelessness in Mexico City, Mexico, and they have no degrees at all, but are ballsy in a court of law.  Well, I saw what you did to those 105 Mexican detainees you had in an underground Marion County Jail cell.  It was gruesome, and, yes, you do eat bone, so leave Jeffery out of it.  Those walls are filled with their bones and your lies.  El Salvador now knows that you have come through their dictators their entire lives.  The charge will hold you off, and there will be no pornography of me out there.  Arab tree understands it now with a little help from a Hindu torturer who has acted as a family physician for me.  He was able to document my injuries from torture, quietly, and also that I have, and never had, any disease.  Well Natives will turn on Sioux, and demon will be understood by that colony.  Abott Northwestern ER is being shut down by Chicago Med today.  The Japanese doctor on the show is actually a neurologist and is a receptionist on the days I go to my Psychiatry office, at Hennepin County Medical Center, and deal with the most dangerous sex offender who has existed in East Coast history.  His treatment is going swimmingly (he did survive the system long enough to escape from St. Peter), and this neurologist did document his head injury and benign tumor through their ER today.  He should be paraplegic, but he bypassed that place in the brain by having no guilt, and receiving pleasure from pain, including psychic but having no emotion.  It is not sado masochism, it is neurology that leaves him wanting a truthful reality that is actually seen on TV.  I have been that creature for him, and now he walks into Hennepin County Courthouse with a dossier from NYC that he got from Line Deputy and D.A. from the Bronx, Bernie Maddoff.  This patient of mine is a trained criminal prosecutor AND a criminal defense attorney.  He tried both sides of the case with the two sides of his body, front and back.  He gets this pattern so strong by being and Iguana in witchery, thus living an imagery of lizard brain.  NEUROLOGY tunneled through and they established that I am not insane or full of deceit.  I feel pain infinitely for myself and all others, and I am too elite in academic circles and all other disciplines.  I walk for him today, as he sits in court awaiting a plea.  Sir, you can stand.  I made the call to put real boundaries in social work colony and Hate Crimes legislation and law, internationally, as well as on their actions and charting.  No more HIPPA (privacy rights).  It is all about intention and effectiveness due to the amazing amount of tunnel through and ritualism in that system.  I will just say abuse has been coupled with abuse and none of you feel it at all, but you are about to.  You are sentenced to one week as a Line Deputy in Marion County and then your mission will be to shut down Ashkenazim Hospital (The County Hospital in Indianapolis, IN, for Marion County) from above and beneath using implements of torture from MN and NYC, but NOT Indy.  If you see or sense the Line Deputy, RUN.  He will never catch you.  He is lazy and has probably gotten energetically fat.  You fought so hard to get back your brain without surgery, you do not want him to do to you what he did to me for infinity.  Yeah, TEAM FOOTBALL.  No more head injuries.  Patient 0, Peyton Manning will meet you when you get off the bus in Indy.  He will hand you your legal brief and arrest warrant from the FBI for The Line Deputy.  I know that you are a huge football fan whereever you are, seemingly like me.  It is circuitous, but in simple terms it means that the healing of energetic system maladies absolutely heals the brain and all nervous system maladies, especially those caused by ritual practice and abuse.  Do your work and create a safe place for me to be the Queen being that my birthright has promised me to be.  You will profit so much, personally and legally.

Cleaning Out My Closet

Today there is a knocking at my door.  I can feel the motion of change wishing to drop off a package.  I waded through the closet by my apartment door, and it felt so cleansing to get that done.  A mystical chief is coming through and wishing me a telepathic perfume of morning dew.  It also feels like honey dew.  I can feel that he has picked up the key, and is feeling free in a way that only those who know him can see.  I wrote a letter to a strong man yesterday and now Glasgow Engineering School has been located and penetrated.  No more trophies like my hair and nails from Muncie, IN.  He now can see the studies in criminology, geology, philosophy, and library science that I completed at Ball State, and tech services at Ivy Tech.  Watch out catholic priests, for your betrayal of me has left the police penniless is all settings around me except for my special mystical crew at this time.  I block their identities today so that they can choose their chief in a heroic competition of wits, intelligence, and strength.  Endurance is the master key to all of it.  The swan song of this environment that I have endured for 5.5 years is beginning to play, and I reach even for some salt today.  I did a dollar mission yesterday, and I sat at the bus stop and an infinite amount of cop cars, even unmarked, pulled by.  They will see their own souls soon enough.  No more stalking they are going to have to start talking about their experiences around me if they want to have energy and sanity.  I never tunnel through, but I boost the energy system.  They will feel it when I am gone.  With that, the page turns to the epilogue.

Hello to a Key

There is a man with a plan for even Iran.  I sit in a camp thinking that Iran will be the land of man.  It will be a peaceful Apocalyptic nation of Muslims mostly, but no Jews.  This man is Deity in The Middle East, and I see him as the head of Islam tree.  He is able to compete, even when things are not complete.  He can be temperamental with me, telepathically, but I feel that it is because he has never experienced true competition for mate.  He is unaware of how much his soul calls for a tree, not a branch.  He never lies to those in his stead, but he can exaggerate the truth about only me, when he is perturbed.  I allow this entity to be as he is.  I know when to enter his domain, and when to walk away, or just stay away, as he works for a land of man in Saudi tree.  He can be kind and gentle when he serves me, and very polite.  His smile brightens my day, and his walk seems like the safaris of Africa with the beauty of giraffe around me.  I honor him today as a method of diplomacy and therapy.  I do not push his bar hither or thither, I just keep moving on and plan my move as organized as possible.  I would love to take him with me, but he has trusted me with a planned way to communicate.  I make him and his two brothers Saudi lead to The Agency, an internationally evolving chain of intelligence officers.  He can look in my eyes and actually hear what I say.  My abnormalities are seen as elite by him, where I feel that I am freakish.  I wish to honor him with a name for his intel work.  I will label him ENTITY, and people will think that he is many.  Relief is in sight.  I am working with The CIA tonight, fantastically loyal giraffe.  I will make sure that there are always leaves at a height that you alone can reach.  Hope.

Mohammed Moving On

I ran into a man I know, who is named Mohammed, on the bus.  He is a very hard worker, but today he had a day off.  We spoke a bit and I did let him know that I am going to be in a different vicinity.  I spoke of vicinity to be for me as a stone's throw from nice shops and restaurants.  I shook his hand and introduced myself properly.  I let him know that my name in Arabic (Hope) is Amal.  He smiled.  He is very physically beautiful, and his eyes shown masterful brown today.  I get the feeling that this being is best in casual relations with people, and that is how I have been living myself for the last decade.  Telepathically, I can be closer, but I keep that in my dreams and my artistry.  Sometimes an entity is best when he is left unknown, but noticed when he is physically near.  I am careful when I deal with the egos and lives of Arab men.  I see them as beings who are evolving, spiritually and in personality at this time.  He is always so kind to me.  He has an ability to make me feel special and like I am the only person in the room.  I have this innate feeling like I would love to set him free.  Maybe that is what I am doing by just acknowledging him and his kindness.  It is a mind state at this time, and maybe later he will get official documents that are what he needs to see the whole scene properly.  Thank you Mohammed.  I needed your bright energy today.  It was best that we had an experience away from the restaurant where you work so that you can see who I am properly.  Chung Moo means balanced mind and strong body.  It is on my right ankle tattoo that I designed myself.

Moving On

I am working so hard to get my apartment and things ready to move.  A great dent was made today.  I feel like the stress has made it more difficult to be creative and write.  I have found great artistic treasures I have created, and things I thought were long gone.  I found my Celtic knot wall hanging sheet that is purple and black.  I bought it in Muncie, on the main street at a "blown glass" shop.  It was cool in there.  Mike Pence's office was about a third of a block down on the other side of the street.  Now THAT is comedy.  There may not be much to say, but I feel that connections are being made, and people are not going to have the thinking patterns and ways of problem solving that has left news stations with people screaming at each other.  It is like the dark clouds in the sky being burdened with moisture, but not quite dropping the wisdom of the rain.  Some Oahu's have been here for two days in a row.  Now THAT is not a coincidence.  I am weeding out the hostility in the sunbeams and the raging in the night.  Cat's howl silently, and my muskrat friend comes to see me in the early evening at my bus stop.  He sends to me that he will miss me when I go.  I told him that I would miss him too.  I told him that he will now dream and it will find mementos of me in its visions.  It's okay to just eat a meal with my mother and give up my woes for a moment or two.

The Lord

Oceans pooling in your eyes as your smile rests behind the scenes.  Maybe your cell has a memory in it, and that is why you look at me that way.  Times are tough in the time of The Lord.  You are no longer Blue Eyes.  You are special forces and FBI: THE LORD.  You will feel a peace to just the calls in the night that tell you that everything is going to be okay.  I noticed you in my company, but knew to let you evolve in your own way around me.  Be careful what you see.  Imagery can be tied to artistry.  Holodeck level intruders can have you even see Spiderman today.  Bend at the knee, and you will feel your spinal column release.  Maybe Army DRESS BLUES would suit you.  You can actually wear them when you are alive, breathing, and still kicking that which is not holy.  I tried to approach, but it was not to be in this land of synergy.  On your way, I say, it is okay to just talk with thoughts until it is a time to speak.  I just shot off an email to my newest special forces officer while calling the chains chains to his community.  Good luck blessed one.

Quiet as I Go

I sit in the company of Starbucks authority and patrons today.  Steady as I go is the best way to be.  I must go to write a note to a friend from Indy...I feel better now.  It helps to just put words on what is going on.  Line Deputy, you may get a call today from Andy Trump.  He is a very professional NYC attorney who came to town to work a CIA case for the FBI that was me.  I caught the jingle and joined the crew of LGC, and did security for his organization.  My Chung Moo Quan chief got me the gig because he knew that I could serve effortlessly and keep my eagle eye working at the same time.  Too much satanism, in too small of a vicinity.  Fires were a real threat.  I did do the entrance and exit job for the new Lucas Oil Stadium in the first season game there.  Andy knew that I could do it because I never left my post to even look at the stadium inside, or to watch any of the game.  The main threat there that day was the mice in the wiring.  One industrious little mouse showed himself in the staircase.  I then reported to Andy, "There is a mouse in Peyton's house."  He knew to get on it that day.  Plunket's was the exterminator of choice due too their Wiccan methods.  Orkin would have just put more satanism on the most satanistic football chain in history.  In the end the town was saved by this Hamline (University) Piper.  The stadium stayed open during treatment and their Superbowl bid was saved.  The economy would have collapsed in Indianapolis if that economic infusions had not occurred, then spreading to all of Indiana, then to NYC, Minneapolis, Chicago, DC, Hollywood, and every farming community after that.  It would not have just been a dust bowl, it would have been fires, and a return of The Black Plague with the addition of black witchcraft mold.  So Andy's mother is a higher up in the communist (yes I said communist party) in Russia.  Donald was there for his birth and then he was adopted by a British Barrister and his wife in NYC.  They were very well to do, and he was treated properly.  THAT is why The Trumps met with The Russians.  They wanted to keep his birth, identity, and adoption PRIVATE.  Then Donald could be there in Indy, and buy the building for Andy to set up LGC, and then do an Apprentice show, privately, because I had so much sensitivity.  Andy was a twin with me in that way, and very competitive with me as well.  So I will say today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDY.  Andy is tremendously good looking and I called him "eye candy" on our data dump phone calls.  I miss you, but maybe my email I sent can make a land deal for you come true and I can visit, but not clean for you.  Donald, he DOES NOT want to live in Trump Tower.

Syncing Up

I have made it to Starbucks, but I may not stay.  I am feeling very ill today.  I thought that I could just walk through, but now I am not so sure.  I am taking the antibiotics, as ordered, but I am just wiped out.  There is not a creative thought in my head.  I am getting that there is a synergy pulling through from Arab, South American, Chinese, and Irish authorities.  Military chiefs are involved, and Carmen Acalde as well.  My numbers say that no one is reading, but I do believe that there is an ability to read the internet, telepathically, that I do not have.  I do what I do because it sets me free, not because I want everyone to read.  It is actually the opposite, and that is why I rarely give out my weblog address or tell people that I tweet.  I stay in this country, and deal with the difficulties here, and then I will journey with the strongest from their lands to their homes when they are ready, and the Earth as well.  All beings are getting in line at this time, and checking the facts I have sent their way.  I will just monitor telepathy and send an email or two today.

Defining A Path: Paging Carmen Acalde, Dr. Mayer 112

Today was a day to get some shopping done at The Goodwill, Ulta Beauty, and Walmart.  My mother and I kept up the pace and I used a gift certificate from one of the most recent holidays at Ulta.  I got a really good deal on shampoo and conditioner for my hair after swimming.  We then dined at Olive Garden, and I got to bring a lot home for tonight.  The buses were really behind tonight, but a 118 bus driver picked me up even though it was a limited stop, and dropped me at a stop he normally does not.  Thank you Bartholomew.  I am still feeling a bit ill.  It is causing fatigue, so I have been making sure to sleep a little more and take my antibiotics as scheduled.  It is one of those days that I do not feel very creative, but I wanted to write and just mind the telepathy in the vicinity.  I believe that the energy at my living facility has made me ill, thus I need to get out of there as much as possible.  People come and go around me, but I stay calm and organize for my move.  I put in my month notice last night.  I am getting so very excited to relocate and have calm and privacy.  Just know that this UC gig has been quite brutal, but the Line Deputy in me has birthed a whole new scale of predator out there who is not holding off their demonic well.  They would have gotten away, but now they all have incriminated themselves.  Indiana psychiatry and social work are coming in at this time.  They had international leaders dealing with me.  I make the "pointman" Carmen Acalde of Lima, Peru.  She was part of Pinochet's DEATH SQUAD.  She is a woman who will live in infamy, and someone who you want to deal with truthfully and respectfully, the first and every time after that.  I loved her.  she was very sweet and conscientious with me.  Just a very qualified soldier in arms with me.  It is time for all to just admit that the light of God protects them, their community, the ecology, and the economy, as well as their intelligence, effectiveness, and sanity.  The material realm can crash at any time, and all people are demonic, needing to identify that and justly go against the predators of God and all glories that God can be in this realm.  We are locking off other dimensions and they are now rings of hell separate from here.  We will continue to do this militarily, and follow the physics of every day to make sense of it all and our energetic systems.  Follow only when advised by higher authority.  That is the being who tells your soul to get out of dysfunctional and chaotic systems, and give all verbal props to the being who is being friend every day even by telling you his boundaries and fiery feelings.  Good luck to you all.

Ireland in Focus

I am breaking the silence of a space by breaking my silence about Glasgow. It was geographically Scotland, but used by the Irish Republican Army as a safe space to study of all things engineering.  They needed my registry with the Vietnamese I had been educated with after they escaped the landscape of their deceit which we called a "conflict." A man leaned in as I broke the sterility of the subject of torture and Ireland's secret society of men who exist in this country as their hearts are still heavy for their country, its beauty, and its vicious hazing.  The doorway is Belfast, materially and mystically.  I was careful to tread lightly and keep the subject on my own experience.  Now the silence can hold beauty, and that which the brotherhood has endured can now be the melody for change, for some, and estrangement for others.  Mothers, you no longer own your sons.  I am not here as a demon in denim, I am a being who is not like all of you.  I whisper in your dreams and use sorcery to separate satanistic tethers in this space as the herd comes together in a way that shame could be felt today.  Especially for Ireland, it is the eyes.  The becoming sees them come to life and laughing is seen at our similarity and attraction.  I am the cliffs with seagulls for some, and the rough seas for others.  I am an ambient being, and the terror in the background just becomes red and black to me now.  I will paint the sky, and fill the moon one day with my King.  Be beside me, beloved one, and we shall feel our autonomy with each other.

Stripping One's Nobility

I am so angry in this moment.  I must just hold it inside.  The gator just took a huge bite out of me.  I had to take it, and then calm and soothe it with diversion and change of subject.  Line Deputy, I miss when I could see you sitting there ruling the legal world in your big black comfy chair in court room 7.  Thank God I saw the doctor today.  I have a major ear infection.  Line Deputy, check that play and the three way going on.  I should be mentally retarded after that bit of programming thrown with a huge grenade of Wiccan witchery very publicly.  Well, I am alone with it for now, but hopefully not for long.  I felt some motion at my doctor's office today.  I think he now understands what I do, and, more importantly, don't do.  I still am in a little bit of shock Marshal.  I feel like the revolution is becoming obvious, and the resistance will rise.  I will concentrate on the positive.  I will move carefully.  If people want to keep going back to the same Pol Pot, they can choose to.  They will then see the walls of Israel forming in a way that every protestant religion will have to change very immediately.  Everything is about to be seen for exactly the true representations law and order that is forming.  Line Deputy, please pray for me.

VanGogh's Eyes to See

Grant, that space in the South of France where VanGogh stayed was not a mental hospital.  It was a palace (military style).  Jimmer was your brother then as well.  He practiced way too much warlockery, thus he drove you crazy with his imagery which was linked to Ireland.  That is why you cut off your ear.  You wished for the night whispers of SORORITY to stop being planted in that ear each night.  The amputation worked.  You were also a war doctor.  The painting of the lilies is actually the MOTE in that palace.  You survived because you were color blind due to a massive blow to your cranium at birth and short after.  I give you that space today, NOT The Sorbonne, that I give to my French Professor Mademoiselle Solo Taylor, or The Louvre that I bequeath to the Wonder Woman actress who does Nazi Art recovery project there on a 24 hour basis.  Grant, go on Amazon and the CIA will direct you to a book of primarily VanGogh's drawings, some paintings, and even small reproductive sculptures (linked to Ancient Greece).  Jimmer, buy him the book for his birthday.  That facility will now be locked down and a bathroom will be left open for you to begin portalling overseas.  A large white towel and sheets for a twin bed will be kept there with one pair of adjustable white sweatpants.  You will then be linked to martial artistry.  They can then portal in and begin their studies as well in physical safety to relax and see French imagery through Irish eyes which is one quarter of you.  Grant, you and Jimmer have been Irish princes since birth.

Song and Psalm

Today is cold and windy and the air has its own attitude.  I walk between the raindrops and find that my skin is standing at attention with goose bumps.  I have gotten to Starbucks to create a song without a melody or a Psalm without the references to King David.  The imagery that I was creating around Irish colonies is playing peek a boo with me, and I grasp the roots of The Tree of Life.  Being okay with my quiet life with telepathy and no friendships may seem strange to some, but I wish to concentrate on my family.  I also am tired of the succubus nature of friendships and male relationships with men I cannot combine with anything to have it be a naturally nourishing mate for me.  As I journey, I think of a family member who is connected strongly with fraternity, and what that key holds for the economy.  The karma will fall on his nation, but they can alternate so that it is more palatable.  It is an effective ring to the bell for Pavlov's dog.  That colony is ready to eschew anyone other than their main crew.  It is time for them to prepare for penitentiary, internationally.  They will meet their toes in the perfect dive.  It is time for The University of Wisconsin, Madison, to deliver an actual Fine Arts PhD to my cousin Grant.  He was Van Gogh and can now stabilize that fraternity tree.  He was French aristocracy then, and will be now as the strongest of fraternity, internationally, will be French royals.  In this time and space, French royalty is connected to genius business acumen with the top of the tree being fraternity keys.  Now they must find their artistry or get out of the game.  I keep the radar in the air and see little to do with the chickadees who sing an off key melody today.  I will keep the tune on topic and on key today.  I am the keeper of the flame, the phoenix that is my heart.

Moving A Dynasty

I feel road blocks being cleared.  It happens as I mind the ticker tape and share and show up where I am supposed to be.  There is a ram, who is so much more, getting almighty on behalf of the mystery I investigate and walk through.  He is Holy Roller and now he will keep it clean.  His resources are many, and he holds the chalice with no malice at this time.  I am sure his stock is going through the roof, but he is no Pagan retard.  Yesterday, I put down that his road has led him to a PhD in Philosophy, from Northwestern University, in Chicago, IL.  I will let him share his learnings and teach them properly on his own.  So much illegality around me.  At times, it was fun for him to play with this mouse that I am as a cat on catnip and nicotine.  It was extremely painful, but now he knows the pitfalls.  Media is being held by a top cat in town.  He is Puma and Tiger in unity.  He has been made a knight in Britain today.  He is already the King of Tuscany (thus Italy).  Together, they will go at the last meshings of social work with psychiatry.  I have worked on this for a lifetime, but especially since I turned 18.  It has been the most painful under cover journey that has ever existed in society.  After this, they will act their evil on their own after being heinously tazed and hazed by police, sheriff deputies, and the whole legal system, minus Mr. Barr.  My long trip to St. Paul the other day to buy a Celtic knot necklace for my mother was fruitful.  She said that it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.  That is probably because I had the additional struggle of being ill with possibly pneumonia.  We cleared paperwork piles from my bedroom, and have made plans for a new day of organization and nonviolence.  I did also speak to my sister yesterday.  I am feeling like my decision to come home from Indiana and concentrate on the relationships with my nuclear family, minus my father and the addition of my step father, was a good one.  The fruit is plentiful from that family tree.  I will now just pay attention to telepathy here.  Police were called on a screaming woman before I got here, and thus I tried to calm the staff and be polite, quietly protective, and comforting.  I Ching I Ching is the Bling Bling Bling in Beijing, right King Yao Ming?  See my Brexit tweets from yesterday to see the sorcery financier I have become.

A Difficult Day

I am a little under the weather, but I still got out to write.  When I feel this way, it is a real drain on my creativity.  I climb the hill in front of me, and see no identifiable obstacles in my way.  The muskrat in the grass comes out to graze on the greenery.  I do say hello to the lovely yellow lab behind the weathered fence in my neighborhood.  I keep things quiet as I prepare for a new chapter in my life.  I utter at the strange and deranged.  Go on and complain now that the reality has been expressed.  There will be no innocence on your fingers and lips now.  Going at me for years has been stupid, and now the cookoo clock chimes and you are seen as infinity insanity.  Put it on me, and you will see that I have suffered enough to have some people help at this time.  I am not being a braggart.  I am saying a prayer.  I sit in the presence of meditation, and find a calm space to be angry and comforted at the same time.  There has been no response to the evil that has acted upon me in all settings, but now there is an awareness of the true reality that is usually a Wiccan witchery being expressed.  I have spoken of the lies to government and media, and there has been no response to date.  In the end, all will be judged, and a beat will issue the beginning of kingdom states.  If you are not prepared, you will not be affected.  Dunlap is in view, and none of you know his name and being nature, actually.  The mighty energy is so strong that even a pink button up shirt looks masculine.  A new population will rise, and I will sleep normally soon enough.  Being a multiple vampire bride is challenging.  I accept the challenge, and I bring a decree to my people.  My vampire husbands are not innocent, but they are VICIOUS.  That is what I need with intellect and creativity.  A love song rings today and I fall madly in love with them again.

Meeting the World In My Community

I watch the clock in the corner as it ticks a reality of its own.  Being at its mercy keeps me in time with a mental firing squad in a border town that does not exist.  I look to see a hawk and a buzzard in the sky.  On this day, they do not look so different.  Maybe I am not your fair, but must I die another day due to the lock on the souls of beings being undefined?  I kick an imaginary soccer ball and call South America to the scene.  I once shared moments and a bed with Jorge for a time.  His heart beats for Colombia every day.  I added a new sense of self esteem to his being that only knew disruption without artistry.  Maybe the poetry is felt even in his knees today.  He brought roses into view and bloom for me.  He knew when to say goodbye, and now he can be seen by others as a multinational political and diplomatic force.  Yes, he is THAT Jorge, but so much more in his country and now internationally.  His beautiful brown eyes can shine bright and kind towards me, or they can see others and emit cruelty in a world that has been so brutal to a Latino saint like him.  Though the parting was arrogant on his part, I got him to answer that part of his soul, publicly.  Now I look towards Abdol, of Geneva, Switzerland, and of United Nations key.  We shared a pizza one night, and I answered his vampirism with extra red sauce on this delectable treat.  I showed him that things did not have to be complicated to be holy, and he learned later that he was lost in a sea of no diplomacy at all.  I still cross worlds with this entity and I speak politely and kindly to him.  I find the world in the communities I dwell in.  We will see what the seas hold in the fall.  The people along the way are so much of the journey that trips do hold.  Now I just seek slumber at night to prepare for the next chapter in my life.