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.