A Trip Where I Will Not Trip

I tip toe into the land of my trip.  Things are even, but there are a disproportionately high number of Asians on our Delta flight from MSP, at the airport in Boston, and here at my hotel.  There are also many Indians and Pakistanis.  It won't be until tomorrow that I will see the distributions on the cruise itself.  I am sensing strong Asian magic whipping up with the winds of this hurricane and the rage of the fires in Brazil.  It is time for the satanism that does not acknowledge true hierarchy to be dismantled.  It is not a joke that I am here in Boston, MA, in the land of Tom Brady.  The line deputy is on it, but Mr. Brady is now in the perfect place to play or defer at the drop of a dime.  I stay quiet and watched The Adventures:  End Game and some of Isn't It Romantic? on the plane as I accepted in space and a new intelligent and charismatic crew of beings from the other side of the celestial wall.  Maybe three Arab brothers who spent 1/3 of their childhoods in Beijing were pulsing through machinery and flight crew today.  They nailed a perfect flight for planes around me and the air that is in me that guides the wings of tomorrow.  It is okay to be confused, but stop fighting the future as it tramples on the dream demolishers of the present.  You are a crew that will never know the positive side of magic, and will always "poor me" the treatment they will be drowned in due to their actions here in an Earth realm that you never really acknowledged accurately either.  I am not here to abuse or confuse, so I will keep this short.  Maybe the despot on CNN just mentions Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria when I read a past life of Mr. Columbus (via email prior to the statement) for a colleague right to his face on screen.  Not a good choice.  Power is potential and elite.  Step back and let the mighty duke it out for space in the stars.