A Mystical Journey for India, Indonesia, and The Philippines

I have finally emerged from my cruise.  I had to sleep for a day and a half before I could function.  So much happened that it causes me fatigue to talk about it.  It was hard work.  It may just be one of those things that is intel for the next few years.  Stories born from a space that has warlocks running for the hills.  Canada was plum filled with the toxins of this mystical practice.  In Bar Harbor, Maine, I experienced joy with a whale excursion.  There was no warlockery involved.  Whales keep it clean.  We were welcomed in the beginning with porpoises coming toward and past our tour boat at an advanced speed.  They guarded as we went out to sea.  This type of marine mammal is very shy and seldomly seen.  We then found a feeding ground that was rushing with more fish than they had ever seen on their sonar.  The ship's captain kept us abreast of the situation and recorded for The Coast Guard.  We spent an hour and a half with the surfacing of whales in twos, even swimming side by side.  We did catch the flute of them twice.  Three times they just raised their heads and looked at us.  They did just sit on top at times.  Then dolphins began to play in the distance.  As the whales moved away, the dolphins swam by our boat the other direction.  I then looked out and saw the two whales in the distance with both heads up looking at the scene with the dolphins.  I sensed tunnel through, protection, and notification of my form in vicinity.  They now have this feeding ground for free as long as they need.  It is mystical.  This multiplication is wizardry.  Safety of this team is Godly.  Maybe one day I will meet them on Waikiki.  There were scientists on the ship.  I did alert one of my Marine Biology training.  Phycology is now their coarse of study around these whale teams.  Warlockery came into play on all of the shore excursions in Canada.  In Nova Scotia, where they have the Titanic Graveyard and Peggy's Cove, I sensed a forming warlockery due to the Wiccan witchery practiced on repetitive tragedy tours by gypsies who sworm there.  In Port Breton, Nova Scotia we took a warlockery tour that was based on Wiccan Witchcraft.  The tour guide was a very advanced warlock.  Maybe I scared HIM by opening a door for free, and moving against his wishes.  I had nightmares of him breaking into my stateroom that night.  He was trying to assault me and give me illness.  My guide for that moment, wished for me to turn the lights and TV on.  Rachel Maddow was on.  Things calmed down, but there was a knocking on my outside window.  I knew not to investigate.  It continued to knock as I went back to sleep.  On Prince Edward Island, I took a horse and carriage ride with beautiful Bergerons who had a little extra pep in their step.  The horses now see the ships of old in the harbor in a normal way instead of being tied to warlockery.  In Quebec City, Quebec, I took a walking tour that used a little lift up the side of the hill.  I made the entrance vampirically alerted with a reality that they must ask to gain entrance.  My guide soon knew he had a mischievous royal on his hands and he kept an eye on me.  We took a horse and carriage ride at the top of the hill.  The tour director certified me as a French speaker, especially linked to royalty.  They must all take a foreign language now if they want to be called royal, especially in this space.  I certified Quebec City a royal village where they can journey unseen.  William and Harry came through the horses.  The white one was named William. I married them, energetically as I marked them as holy with my hands.   I did have some headaches at sea.  It was a lifesaver that I had my own stateroom.  ALL of the staff was amazing (most were from Indonesia, The Philippines, and our wait staff from India), and I give the medal of honor to YOGA from Bali.  One night, when I went to the dining room, he actually verbalized that I looked beautiful.  I don't think that anyone has ever said that to me or anything like it.  He also side hugged me and gave me other energies when I was having difficulty in the dining area.  I cannot thank you enough Yoga.  I did get in the pool and did physical therapy almost every day.  I had some telepathic trysts, but I had no visitors in my room.  Two Sikhs were working on the ship and I linked them to each other.  They were posing as other things, and thus they did not know.  The journey home was painful.  I knew to just stay pretty silent.  Head server, look into what happened to my shoes (Birkenstocks) in the x-ray machine at the security checkpoint in the Montreal Airport.  Those around me using Wiccan who have been making things disappear have now been documented materially and internationally.  My necklace disappeared and appeared again as well.