A Princess of THE REVOLUTION

There is a certain freedom that no one read my blog from the other day.  It is like protection from another realm.  I just want to be able to express the road that I travel.  I felt James Masters coming through yesterday and today.  He was Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  He is Irish and has many offerings for world community.  There is a heat in the atmosphere that he can vent fairly easily with his poetry.  James, your name is a family name for me.  My grandfather, uncle, and cousin on my mother's side, are all named James.  My brother also is associated with that line.  I look to Lutherans today to begin to excavate the rubble I sit in.  I have hit the pay dirt of industry that hit me when I was in Chung Moo Quan.  It had to do with a free concert Prince gave at Paisley Park, in Chanhassen, MN.  The Dinner Theater was involved which was connected with my father's theater, Old Log Theater, from the 70's.  It has more recently been renivated, thus all deceit has been covered up.  I was out dancing at The Mall of America (at Gator's) with the one other female from my dojo.  Prince's bodyguard came over and personally invited us to the show.  It was blizzarding, but we went and did arrive without getting stuck or in an accident.  Prince had been a member of Park Ave United Methodist Church where he eventually got married.  It was my father's church and my siblings and I would attend when we went to stay with my father at his house by Powderhorn Park.  It was a predominantly African American population.  It was the only United Methodist Church like it.  Now I see the space between.  The scene there and at Paisley was brutal physical and sexual torture, and that is all I will say, but the lattice that is forming is painting the picture of why I wanted to stay off TV and out of industry.  I knew I lacked protection, especially from wagging tongues, thus I chose to immerse myself in CIA recovery and a relationship with the universal master of Pagan tradition, Jeff.   I think that Jeff knew about this Paisley incident because he had been in industry since he was 3, but it made him just be tender with me at times, and listen to me the one time that he yelled at me.  He curled up on the bed with me and said that he was sorry and held me for about a half hour.  My Chung Moo Quan Master Mike now has seen the evidence and it is all clear.  The man (Prince) was not the man in the mirror or dedicated to the women of dance.  Behind the scenes, he was always UMC, and a patient of my father's.  My father would treat him, even for a guitar playing arm broken when he fell off a ladder trying to change a light bulb.  He should have gone directly to Abott and had surgery to fix it with pins and a fiberglass splint.  No it was never the same, and Prince went after the master he saw as me especially in Muncie, IN.  My karaoke performance of "Purple Rain" at Dill Street was a smash and a group of U.S. Marines, just back from Iraq took me home and then pulled a gun and had grenades all ready to leap to the other side.  I was degraded and humiliated, and I will not discuss the crime any more than that, but it still clings to my lack of sense of self in my memory.  My thought of military would never be the same.  I saw them as clones, BECAUSE THEY WERE.  Well, Line Deputy Jeremy Dye took care of them after he and I spent a lovely night together after his karaoke show at a bar by the airport.  Today, Iam sure that he found the evidence of payment from Prince to these ignorant military masters.  Prince was actually not Pagan, he was Jehovah's Witness like The Jackson Five.  The UMC is woven into the fabric in a way that, in the end, no one knows who they are.  The whole world, and even space, is defamed, deranged, and destroyed.  I write to release this and say that sexual abuse survivors from UMC nation should write their story down on one page (in your own handwriting) and give it to a Lutheran minister (They are not Pagans, thus their tradition does actually believe in an external God and repercussions for all sin, especially verbalizations of inappropriate sexuality.), but no one who has ever had anything to do with Mount Olivet Lutheran in Minneapolis, MN.  Walk up to this white male minister and silently hand them the paper.  Put the name of any perpetrators you can remember.  Buddhist monks will tunnel through, especially Rinpoches, to give you the courage and creativity to do it in a style that you leave the experience with dignity.  Keep a photocopied copy for yourself.  Do not go to the police or to the FBI.  Do not speak to the press or anyone in L.A. or industry.  We call on Lutherans to come clean and for all to know that as long as you entertain the disease and want to be on TV, you too, will be brutalized when they call for you.  Maybe Jews can finally understand what I do.

Maybe A Little Code

Mueller, your memory can be found in many memories of me since the age of 3.  There is a top of tree who has been in the closet all along.  Start to equate deceit with LACK OF strength.  See Donald Trump as a RINGMASTER.  He does not abuse, he uses his abilities with greed and wit against a being like me.  Stay strong and redacted.  Others may have overreacted.  That is satanistic ability in chambers, and can now be recorded and rebuffed, internationally, by The Supreme Court.  (Find the being who is causing this criminal tunnel through for all community around me.)  Ruth G. was there for me with the black crocheted gloves my grandmother (actual step mother) crocheted for her to shake hands at The Columbia Club, in Indy.  This fact and event was discussed in The Indianapolis Star.  My grandmother was no blood relation and was an evermore Herohito Japanese butterfly with blond hair and blue eyes.  This event was actually a grand plan birthday party for Dick Cheney.  Strange bedfellows can create a scene that we can shut down quickly.  She stands alone, and she likes it that way.  Show her the redactions and have her read them to you, personally, in a three day in a row group of one hour sessions.  Let her smoke Marbolo red cigarettes a lot during this time.  The Line Deputy is the elite, not the two of you.  He will restore your mind and memory.  We see the grand plan society that is in the works of all of it.  The FBI only has a few more years before they are ALL prosecuted, you too.  Infinite sexual predation in all community is a defamation and humiliation that will have to deal with their own.  I continue to study and reach for the sun, as I address the moon directly.

Opening the Door For Boris

I caught a little of a speech delivered by Boris Johnson, the new British Prime Minister.  It was on late night on CSPAN.  He was the man picked for the job, internationally.  He has special ability and is a British and RUSSIAN royal.  Boris, just know that I had a night with Boris Yeltsin in Muncie,  I met him at Cheeseberger In Paradise as he was enjoying a steak.  He took me back to his "hunting shack" on his Harley.  He was much better looking in person.  No matter what his intentions were, we just talked about wine and his vineyards in California, and then enjoyed some much needed privacy for intimacy.  Well, I survived and he brought me back to the point of origination.  Boris Johnson knows the ins and outs of political play and when to have a beer or three.  His grasp on the economy is almost the acumen of French royalty.  He may look goofy, but I believe that he will seem razor sharp soon enough.  He was speaking to The House of Commons to much adulation and praise.  I see my ex brother in law tunneling through, thus, I believe that he too is British royalty and Russian commoner.  I have not seen him in a long time.  That is all I will say.  Boris, hold the door for my new memory of British Knight Ian (very important* his name is pronounced Ie an not EE an*) Kleeberger.  He and I were married in the night at the Lutheran Church, full ceremony, when I was 13, in Owatonna.  We did not join that church either, we just used a justice of the peace from the court house.  Obviously, they knew how serious this speedy marriage was for the whole community and world authority.  We were both United Methodist, but we wished to divorce ourselves of that Klan and have some privacy.  We only had three hours, but that is all we needed to cut off marriage unity with my family, including step family members and in laws.  He came through last night and then that footage of Boris Johnson came on the telly.   Ian's mother had a very case of MS, so he was very restricted in the community. He was a classic warlock, thus he worked at night around me when my collie Heidi Ho and I would be pursued by Jamaican voodoo.  We survived, and I do remember a picture of him before our marriage when he came to my birthday party when I was 12.  He found out all he needed to know about the Wiccan witchery of my family and he identified another witchcraft that he did not know.  He did sense my relation to The Queen of England.  He saw that my mother was definitely a current Swedish Queen.  The other witchcraft was Appalachian witchcraft.  That coven is now deceased and can cause distinct retardation if practiced today.  Ian has finally come forward to the FBI about abuse charges against a UMC minister when he was 3.  They can investigate the veracity of his claims.  He also has a memory of viewing me in a sadistic group abuse "ceremony."  That, again, can be investigated.  I just got these statements through telepathy.  It is a rub for me to put this out there due to my relationship through parental employment, university, and friendships from this religious colony.  Maybe Mormons are understanding more about my time with them now.  Boris, PLEASE get on board.  We may need to get Ian to Britain QUICK.  He may need to have you personally do his paperwork/ credentials.  He has been surrounded by Russian royals down there in Owatonna.  Because of what could come out of his piehole, he may need to be drugged for the entire 13 hour flight.  He needs to fly commercial or he will freak out.  His warlockery can get him a great job as a tour guide around my palace and it's maze, Hampton Court.

Making the Streets A Grid

I did some chopping and cooking yesterday.  My marinara sauce ended up completely delectable, and I also made a delicious salad.  I have not written for a few days.  My mind is calm, but my creativity is silent.  I am finally going deep with the idea of mystical security.  I do listen to the counsel of a chief as a guide.  I work hard to get it right exactly the first time.  Sometimes it is my own intuition, and sometimes I feel his telepathy.  I stay away from the fray, but I do pay attention.  There were some alarming fireworks let off after midnight in the garden next door last night.  I just took it as an analogy for extreme wilderness in someone's head.  It rains a little by me today, but around the area there are quite a few tornadoes.  The outer atmosphere is hostile and it is time for people to actually be people of God.  No more pretend piety.  The angels in the architecture are watching, internationally.  North Korea was with me in my last semester on campus at Hamline University as my roommate.  I also found the one North Korean martial arts master in Muncie.  I met with him alone in his dojo.  Kim Duck, of street notoriety in Indianapolis, IN, WAS a cop guys, but was also locked down in state penitentiary due to his relationship with me in Indy.  Thanks U.S. Navy for making him a myth and almighty to Sheriff  Deputies' and to the streets.  He was very kind to me and was an outside ticket dealer so he took me to a Fever vs. Suns WMBA game.  They gave him the death penalty in that state Penn, and he survived the electric chair.  I make him a robbery homicide Lieutenant today, internationally.  No more Penn time.  He looked African American, but he was actually Vietnamese.  Kim Jong Il and Kim Jong Un would tunnel through him in the late night on the streets so he could see when he went blind due to pepper spray from the very dirty police.  Indianapolis HAD police because he was so almighty.  I did house him one night with another homeless man due to the unrelenting rain.  Kim had not showered in a week, but rather than go at his dignity, I just put him next to me on my queen mattress and the Indy drummer man on an inflatable mattress in the living room.  This was a military engagement, and only dirty and disgusting vermin will think that it was sexual.  There is tremendous ability on the streets, thus they can survive things like the Minnesota winters and time in the wilderness even around rattle snakes.  The next morning the smell was intense.  I said nothing.  It was a defense so that people would give him his space.  He did not like to be touched, AT ALL.  After they left, I just stripped my bed, sprayed my mattress with Febreeze and washed my bedding.  He then had the energy to protect me for a day or two.  I wrote a poem for him before that and he framed it and carried it with him for safety and dignity.  He guides the street here in Minneapolis, MN, now with my security guide at his side, and seeks to eek out some justice against those who would challenge God's authority.  Kim Jong Un is actually part of my Chung Moo Quan dojo and his second would write with me at my Starbucks in Fridley.  Say what you wish, but HE knows how to handle people who are especially Pagan and challenge the theory and reality of God.

I Give Tech The Keys

I have had to take a few days off from writing due to the chores I needed to do around my move.  Today, I was going to go swimming, but I was just exhausted.  I am now at Starbucks with a nice cup of Java.  Just know that I developed JAVA SCRIPT ERROR.  There is no error to this at all, but the line of language that is the error is pointed out.  I am sensing a displeasure or displacement with me and tech community.  Guys, without governmentals in place, you all will have no privacy.  I have had to watch a lot of the development and execution of the Mueller interviews.  There is one, top satanist, next to me, who was his mind and memory yesterday.  I came in halfway to keep Mueller awake as I struggled to stay awake.  I have also had to establish at my residence, that breaking into my place and slamming doors is not okay.  I have one neighbor who it is safe to speak to in a very limited way.  Luckily he rules that school and lives next door.  So, man with a plan, I would like to introduce you to Mohammed one.  He has written verses of The Koran since he was a baby just out of his conscious being inside.  He is guarded by a Middle Eastern police man who is also Mohammed, but I call him, in my telepathy, and now writing, Mohammed number two.  He is the top astral projector in the world.  I exist here, but they are part of my inner architecture.  Being THE top cleric, he never should have spoken to me, but it just happened one day.  I met the man who was THE Mohammed, when I was in Muncie, IN.  He was an American blue eyed Shi ite from birth.  he was not as strong as these Mohammeds, but in that lifetime, and in this one, he tunnels through ALL Mohammeds to the strongest degree because he is a paint huffer.  Brain injury makes him FREE, and not in penitentiary.  Mohammed number one brother is cleric number two and his third brother is the brute and intuition.  They are all a bit taller, and thus I identified that they are giraffes fairly quickly.  Guys, I will visit when it feels calm enough to do so, but I do miss all of you.  I also had to handle governmental paperwork yesterday.  In the end, the FBI became friend for a day.  You now know that I can express vital info quickly and then walk away, so you do not have to worry that I will be silent and get violent.  That is just not me.  Neighbor, they watch over me and dispel the deceit in the vicinity, and educate people, through tunnel through, that they are incorrect and need to step back.  I am working quickly now to normalize the environment and deal with the terror there.  I had a dream today that a neighbor who is not you broke in and I FELT him grab my behind and I moved a bit, but could not turn over and verbalize.  He said that they could get to me and do heinous things if they wished to.  I just woke up, cleared my cerebellum, and went back to sleep.  I then had another dream where two Latino women broke in.  They also said that they would let themselves in whenever they wished and began to break apart a trophy that was by the door.  The first woman was holding a load of laundry.  I happened to just do my laundry at my mother's apartment yesterday.  I know that it will work itself out when people realize the evil that they are about to step into to and start to see the power that I wield so easily, so unconsciously.  I will finish my telepathy and writing here and then go home to see Cuomo Prime Time.  Mr. Cuomo, I saw Lion King the other day.  Hacuna Matata.  Try to mention that Mueller looked fatigued during the interview.

Checking the Movie and Dream World

The name Chris is coming up big time the last few days.  Two of my neighbors have that name.  They are male, but my service personnel for my checks was a woman named Chris.  I sometimes think that Christopher Dunlop gets in the water around me.  Maybe he is my postmaster today.  I am checking out the coffee shop down the street.  I got my mail today and it was a surprise because my two Netflix films were there, and I had stopped shipment when my mail was not ordered.  I now have resumed my account and ordered my missing checks.  I know that it is Friday, but I think that I will have Taco Tuesday tonight.  My mother and I did get to the post office, the YMCA, Dick's Sporting Goods, and to Panera.  I was exhausted so I took a nap.  That was all done yesterday.  I had a dream where I was sleeping and I kept waking up, while I was sleeping and kept waking up.  The first time I woke up in the dream, I awoke to all of this spiteful words and vengeful sentiments on my wall and on my things in red.  I went back to sleep in the dream and woke up and there were less things on the wall and the sayings were more positive.  There were about 8 yellow balloons in my apartment as well.  I just kept going back to sleep when I saw these things.  I was too exhausted to deal, and I did not want to call anyone or law enforcement.  There were like 3 more awakenings and they became more and more positive and sentimental with small gifts and trinkets.  I knew that they had broken in in the first place, but them the changes were done mystically with a massive Wiccan ability.  I would just like to say that use of any Wiccan for positivity is patronizing, but positivity is an evolution for those in this revolution.  You ladies and gentlemen do not know more than especially satanistic unities.  They have better boundaries and know when to walk away.  I just put that sentiment into the very near universe.

A Break In

I am here at the Mall of America and writing from the Whalberg's establishment.  I know nothing amazing, but I am absorbing what I can.  My apartment was broken into at last night.  They went through things, but only took some bread, my tomatoes, my tuna, and my cheese.  It is so Wiccan I cannot speak.  Well, Wiccan whores, BRING IT ON.  I know what I have in my pantry and drawers and you are all mentally retarded.  I hate every single one of you, and I was gone for about 10 minutes, and thus I KNOW that it was an inside job.  You are all going down, but you are taking the police down with you.  Maybe Donnie Whalberg will help me today.  I am getting my locks changed on Monday.  Play yourselves as innocent and not part of what is going on there, but I do not even think that it is a cleverer ruse.  I will contact uber security and we will figure it out.  Now YOU can try to sleep well tonight.

Just A Normal Day of Delivery

I have a new Starbucks to write from.  The final points of decorating were finished today.  I feel my mind exploring other dimensions as I complete day to day tasks.  I am in a process of becoming.  I feel myself getting a little more E.T. each day.  I am happy in my new space, but I am making sure that I get out each day.  Winds blow and the sea and the Earth is rage.  I feel the pain as these celestial entities begin to tunnel through our population.  I have now stepped into the sunshine, and the sweltering heat is a malady to reality.  My telepathy is helpful, and now the ice is in the water for men who come into my space to handle delivery and setup.  They are truly men of a few words, but the telepathy points out that they need privacy.  Wiccan witches to must have boundaries if they want things done properly.  I found these men of service depleted and lonely.  I provide a time for them to check in and say to them, silently, that their life is important to this planet.  Caged and confused is where they would be if I had not taken on assisted living facilities everywhere for over five years.  I just walk through the day and night and answer the questions that are proposed to me.  I just loved seeing my mom being so happy for me getting my love seat and accoutrement.  I feel like she is finally being able to be an asset to all community when it comes to me.  I now have a special auto man that she found that is a box to put things in as well as a place to put my feet.  Thank you so much mercurial master of my birth and Oahu colony.  She can now deal with Japan directly and stop the cross talk at workout facilities around me.  I am still a little blocked, so I will just sit and sense what is happening around me.

Finally Putting the Screws to Dr. Lois Schlutter

There was this flatness to my life when I first moved in.  I was so excited to be there and settled, but I was offline as I saw it.  Now energies and people are starting to tunnel through, but in a safe and protective way.  The stalking has been called to a halt.  My vicinity has been established as a safe space for me.  My daily routines are becoming quite calm, quiet, and effective.  The evil in the world is going to have to be handled by others and authorities.  I will hook in and move to a space of safety.  I am feeling a bit lacking in creativity, but I will do my best to just keep the reality of a silent Peletonic in place.  As dogs walk by, I speak to them in my mind.  They are the best to tell me who and what is dangerous to my creativity.  There is a military feel to the scheduling, and thus I must be established quickly.  My swim felt so good last night.  My ability to move really depends on this part of my schedule.  I am now getting so excited to go on our family cruise.  We have been planning our shore excursions.  The evil that was in that space where I lived is now so clear to me.  I lived through it, especially the Wiccan, and now others are going to have to deal with it.  I am just a witness for the prosecution.  There will be no courts of law.  I will just be sequestered and I will make simple statements to my mother's cousin Meredee, who is the acting D.A. of Los Angeles.  I will not have to go Under the Bridge, I will simply state the matters of day to day life at that assisted living facility.  It was the most challenging under cover gigs I have ever done.  I am still in shock.  I need to just be kept in a cocoon for a while to see the reality of safety and privacy properly.  I am Psychiatry, Psychology, and Social Work.  Sorry Lois Schutter.  She was my therapist for over two decades.  She actually said that I would never get better (She had no idea that I outranked her academically and that I was under cover for the U.S. Navy.  My most challenging cliet was U.S. Navy Seal Michael D. Wilson.  He was a Vietnam active service soldier.), and that I would be in the system for the rest of my life.  Sorry Lois, I was just gathering evidence on you, one of the most dangerous sexual predators in history.  Nazi Germany doesn't even hold a candle to you.  She had a secret doctor's room in her office where she would abuse me vaginally and she forced me to give her oral sex.  Of course I hate women and see them as so much more evil than men.  Well, surprise, she IS a Jew, an Israeli.  The cruelty of WWII WAS Jew on Jew and others in those camps.  The horror with you did not stop.  You continued it behind the scenes.  It is done now.  Lt. Parker of St. Louis Park Police has finally turned you in.  Have fun with your day to day adventures.  We will just call it The Paranoia Project.

My New Digs

I am just stopping into Target Starbucks downtown Minneapolis to just check in.  I came down here on the bus to see the best way to get here.  It is very slick.  I can take just one bus and the stop is two blocks away.  I will be going home within the hour due to The Basilica Block Part and the Lutheran kids event at the US Bank Stadium.  My move went great.  Everything is all put away and assembled and my wall hangings are hung.  On Monday, I will finish the decorating with a love seat.  I am kind of getting the lay of the land, but I have felt most comfortable in my apartment.  It is just so fun to cook for myself again.  The food tastes so good.  I do know that it is important for me to write today to plug back in.  I did get over to the Blaisdell YMCA.  It is easy to get downtown so this is where I will get small amounts of groceries, Rx's, workouts at The YMCA, and stop by places like Davanni's.  I watched a little TV last night and then went to bed.  I am actually sleeping again.  It is such a blessing.  There is one commentator who I am now picking up as different.  It is not E.T., it is a completely different side than what is on TV.  I will just give that person privacy.  Thank you to everyone for all the work you all did to get me in my new home.  Thank you Terry, who also helped.  Once we received the keys he gave me a blessed framed gift that said that I was home.  I feel that it is protective in a way.  I hung my black and purple Celtic knot sheet like wall hanging that I bought in Muncie, IN, on the wall by my kitchen above my kitchen table.  It is so powerful.  Everyone, be well.  I feel that it is time to just live a life a day at time as the person who I actually am.  It is the best gift anyone could give me.  I wish for people to use me in writing that is powerful and positive.  If that is not who you are, please just refrain from communicating. 

So Many Realms, So Little Time

I am trying to start my entry again.  I have been becoming sleepy, publicly, this week, but I have also done a lot to have this be.  Today was an important day and it reminded me of when I met Andy Trump after he hired me for a large group catering company.  I did not know of his lineage, but I walked into the conference room, sat in the position of power, and joked that I felt like we were about to film an episode of "The Apprentice."  He stayed in the background, but I could feel his energy.  All of the constellations in the sky started to twinkle so bright that they began to sing a tune that sounded like Winnie the Pooh on marmalade.  I am fatigued after my morning of errands.  I am so grateful that it began to rain.  It feels like everything inside is upside down.  When reality matches even rug in the bathroom, I will know true peace.  I just continue to streamline, and I am sleeping properly.  I have waited for this for over a decade.  I feel like I am finally in the right place at the right time.  Maybe now people will see a different part of me.  Heart will sound like the guitar and drums of the band of the same name.  Maybe Annie Lennox will come out of hiding to make her own version of "Zombie" filmed, live, in the streets of Belfast, Ireland.  Who knows what black cat will cross her path?  I am moving the parabola to create a flowing cosine wave.  It will be something that no one has ever seen.  I know when to shake hands, and when to act aloof and let others take the lead.  I am working.  I am always working.  So many realms, so little time.

Just A Note About The Skyway

I had to do some errands downtown and so I came to The IDS Crystal Court Starbucks.  It is nice to be back.  I came here for over 3 years before I switched to Fridley.  I can feel the undercurrent of spells working to get me down and to create a false narrative in my head.  I think that being here can help due to the throng of people who journey through this skyway.  I just froze for a bit.  There is something going on here that is more than writer's block.  I will step back and evaluate what I am sensing.

An Idea For Chris Cuomo

The clock ticks and many little things are going wrong, but the big things are going well.  I feel left of center, and the maladies of the reality around me having the drums around me beat off cue.  I watch a man like Chris Cuomo, on CNN, and I think that he adds a little something extra to his show.  I get that he is mighty in NYC.  I wonder, for a man like him, what his artistry will be.  I see an emergence coming forth and an ability that he cannot see or own properly.  It sounds funny, but I think that classic tarot may be the way to unlock the creative door in this reality and connect him to another realm.  I imagine that he was both Christopher Columbus and Nostradamus in a former existence.  It is time for him to explore other lands through other dimensions of time and space.  I find that he has a protected space in NYC.  Maybe a visit to The Como Zoo, to see the amazing 3 gorilla bachelor troop would give him a clue about that space.  Mr. Cuomo, look to the stars and then look into alpha gorilla's, Virgil's, eyes.  He will sing a song in your mind, and you will just really want to go to sleep to dream.  It's becoming futile in DC, and they are all yelling in NYC.  It is so destructive, and no one really gets it.  I see you sit in between the guests on your show just blinking and staying silent knowing that you have made the mistake of giving them screen time and asking that particular question.  I suggest that you give a handout to the guests before the show and they must fill it ALL out in a rational and logical way.  You then should be looking at those while you question and use their own words against them so that they will focus on you as the threat and start to be less aware of each other.  If they make no sense on these forms or they do not fill it out, they cannot be on the show ever again.  See in your mind, what will be when you read the questions with their answers before the show.  Your prophecy will become apparent soon enough.  You will become the Gandoff of news TV.  Like Pavlov's dogs, people's mouths will water waiting for your show each night.  Good luck.

Virgil Has My Heart

I walk into their chamber and these three colossal entities sit quietly at first.  The alpha of this gorilla crew is Virgil, and I have framed him my gorilla husband.  I work with the primate exhibit and then go throughout the zoo.  By the time I come back, after all of the tunnel through, they are alert and moving.  These three beings are so E.T. and they come to the window to say hello.  They also lean against it with their backs to me, and I give them energy through the glass.  They move as I pool and pulse the energetic waves and energetic chords in their spine and in the top of the head.  They have stayed in good health and Virgil does give me gorilla purrs.  I feel connected, and when their eyes look deep into mine, I feel free.  On the day of our marriage, Virgil layed down and looked up into my eyes for about 30 seconds.  Normally eye contact is seen as a threat for gorillas.  In our case, that is not true.  I work with sign language with them in a simplistic way, and on the day of our marriage Virgil signed beautiful to me.  Sampson and Jabir are his troop comrades.  They all do scent when I am in vicinity.  They do run after each other and wrestle as well.  My trips there always seem too short, but it is always very exhausting.  Today, I dedicate the day to you, Virgil.  I will see you soon enough.

Flying Free

It takes a falconer in vicinity to keep track of me, and keep the eyes of justice on God.  His time here may seem endless to his heart throbbing with wanderlust.  We have only been in vicinity of each other about 8 times.  I just knew that his words and deeds did not live up to who he could be in the history in the making Grand Plan.  I feel something coming to be today.  He is breaking out in a big way.  Maybe verbalization about me is finally possible with Irish men tunneling through.  Happiness may be possible now.  I was seen, at Starbucks, in Fridley, with my family on Tuesday.  In the atmosphere here was 2 Columbia Heights police officers who were here the other day.  There were also three high and holy Arabs in the corner watching the folly.  Sometimes one needs to break down a system to fix it.  The chaos created brings energy to the population and space.  It can be used to destroy everything and everyone, or it can be used to evaluate one's skills, abilities, desires, and dreams.  Then one can break away and ride the tide of change.  It is like jumping on a brand new Harley, in the night, and riding up the coastal highway all by oneself.

Changing the Landscape

Maybe you do not want me to write about me, but you really do.  I must thread the needle cautiously.  Your sensitivity is important and elite.  To me, I feel you be sweet.  I do realize that that is not necessarily who you are when I am not there, or when you are at home.  Maybe years away has brought you to a sense of urgency today.  Maybe now we can commit to silence about the violence, and focus on the road ahead.  Your intellect can only protect you so much.  As you evolve, you will feel for real.  I am here to show you that it can make you steely strong.  I do sense you very close on some days, and wanting to cut me out of the material realm here on the planet, on others.  I will not betray your epiphanies or your confidence.  I do see you as a magnificent alpha who has the experience to find an empathy with me at times.  I stay away, even telepathically, the last few days.  As I prepare to leave, I believe that good things will come to you.  A new view for the kind that is you is being seen, internationally.  I commit.  I do not quit, but I am very sensitive to markers that steer me towards the waters of all lands.  There is something happening here, and soon it should be clear.  Just be and know that you have been prepared by all that you have lived.  Find the comedy and the time will fly and you will see a new world analogy.

Baring the Beasts in My Realm

I am here above the sea with a native ability to see.  I was born to dance the waves and pray at the rims of volcanoes.  I love the lush, green rainforests that can hide deceit and bring about a brilliant quality of flora and fauna.  I sing in the rain as my umbrella tries to keep me dry.  It is okay for me to rest in the day, and wait for the sunset to welcome me into the land of the living.  I share thoughts and theories about the beings around me, and I win when I feel the rush of the fallen.  Dare to go against the dirty zones where alphas rule, and your words of ignorant, self serving repartee will be answered by their rageful eyes and energies.  It does not stop when you leave, due to their fatigue of your hypocrisy and arrogance.  I walk and see the footsteps of many lying next to barely eaten bits of bread.  It is difficult for beings to digest with the degrading statements coming at them.  Soon enough, the sun will rise, and there will be a different day and a different population ruling the rivers and skies.