I Am the Innocent Baby Rabbit

Let's look at door slamming in a residence or in a space one is trying to sleep.  In its aspect it is satanistic, but practiced by a cult that has practiced very severe silence, and lack of normal living activities, it is Wiccanistic Satanism from The Orient, mainly Hmong, in the world of today.  I have learned to practice silence as a response, but last night they broke the silence around the TV's and conversations in the hallway.  Their loud laughter was just so very obvious as well as the first time I have heard a TV anywhere in the building (at about the same time).  There is now a shattering of their plans and dreams of absolute authority. No guys, you were not being me.  I have Buddhist Rinpoche credibility of meditation from Waikiki to present (I received my White Tara and prayer cord, publicly, from a Cambodian born Tibetan Buddhist Rinpoche, from upstate NY, when I was 30.) and two courses of Vipassna mediation training.  That is ten days straight of ten hours of meditation with only breakfast and lunch, with one hour to WALK on the grounds.  All of this is without speaking except for one hour where the meditation instructor took only one question from the students who got in there during that time.   When I experienced difficulty a few years ago, I brought in monks to speak for me when I was being abused in a system I was investigating.  I was screamed at and almost beaten for that choice.  I have been so exhausted and ill recently because I had to deal with this residential mystical deceit on me for all community.  The reality is that I know that it will get better, but I feel them going at the air that I breath and the parts of me that make me me.  The whirlpool was shut down today at my health club, so I tried the sauna.  My lungs just could not take it.  I was in an awful mood, but I got up, did my dishes and washed the range, and prepared for my mother's arrival.  We made it to the pool and had our own lanes, and I was a bit slow today, but I still swam my normal yardage.  I finally told my mother, when we were at Chipotle trying their carne asade, about the door slamming, odd silence, and lack of cooking.  There was strong telepathy that this residence has this community them all on their knees.  They were grateful for my techniques.  My mother gets it and will now work with her own authority.  My apartment is a joint venture for us.  She put in the seed money and I pay the mortgage payments and keep it in prime condition without needing repair.  She now knows how we got it for such a good price.  She now knows that my sorcery is reaching the apex in all traditions and that I have used telepathy to deal with their assaults up until now.  Talk about a flipping project.  I just sensed satanism when I viewed the property and now I see the layers are forming and this crew does not know how to manage these different traditions.  They broke into my apartment the night after I moved in.  I did call the police in.  They went through many of my things, but stole only weird things like some of my cheese.  A Wiccan part of Sgt. Dunlop (CPD) came through and stole things at a rate I could handle, mystically.  I could tell when it was him, and when it was them.  I now have a lock down as long as I stay in when I am too exhausted or timid to go out.  Now Dunlop just helps me find things or makes them just reappear.  The last big thing this "villain" sect was telepathically telling me to put my keys down my shirt (I hang them around my neck.), and I pulled them out a moment later, and the outside door key and my apartment key were switched in order on the ring.  I just thought, "Oh that is interesting."  As a group, this troop will try again tonight, or this week.  I just go day to day, and take stock as I cook and clean at home and go to do PT and swim and/ or to write.  Their telepathy is fairly paranoid, but it will only get worse with each other.  They built the trap for all of you, then this baby rabbit made a warren from the dark energies and now THEY are stuck in this trap that may become HCMC Psych, county lock down, or the street.  For me, same sh**, different day.

A Little About Me

The difficulty of strong intuition and telepathy is that it impedes on the peace and mental silence of the day.  It is like the Buddhist monkey mind much of the time.  Watching TV can put me on a different boat, and if I do not like it, I can just change the channel.  I reach out to one who is on my mind today.  I know that my work and life can disrupt your peace to find evolution for all entities on the planet.  I believe in free will very strongly, thus I back away and refuse to speak about most of it.  As I just back away, I wait to see if there are signs that come another day.  I do sense an uproar of people from my past.  No matter how they knew me, they never really knew me because I did not even let me know the difference of me behind the scenes and the realities of torture that were daily events.  They began for me at conception, thus my day to day activities and pain were not in my brain as torture.  I chose endurance and academic excellence as my journey that was just the ho hum of every day.  Now I am just proud of myself.  I did not have to complain to succeed.  When things were not fair and torturous, especially publicly, I walked away and led myself into another unknown stream of pain.  The Navy knew my ability to endure even in utero.  They knew I was different and began to prepare the obstacle coarse for me that would be Pearl Harbor and Waikiki, simultaneously.  Today, I write to ignite and walk through the badlands to find different approaches and answers.  The melody is beginning to play, as the harmony is the data code in my soul that will never cease.

A Scandinavian Birthday of Enormous Import

It is a beautiful and wondrous day outside.  With the sunshine, I muse with the quandaries of family dynamics I experienced last night at my mother's monumental marking of a milestone birthday.  I imagine it has left us all exhausted.  We dined at a venture entertained by my nephews.  I now split the business down the middle and thus dangers of an endeavor like that.  In all appearances, things are going swimmingly, but there is an undercurrent as well.  As we come into Apocalyptic business time, the curing of human meat become vital.  Crops will fail, and thus only mystical animals will survive to produce milk and cheese and wizardry slaughter will become more unethical.  Karma will become part of the acts of every day.  Butcher shops will become obsolete.  I start a trust for my eldest nephew in Britain, where he should have been educated the whole time from the beginning.  Prince Charles would have a son to hunt with in Scotland, and The Queen would have help siring Corgies.  My eldest nephew is actually a breeder of dragons.  He did the art and animation for How to Train Your Dragon and almost did all the voices too.  It would have made him tremendously schizophrenic.  They sit in pods overseas, in Norway, that are imaginary and mystical, but now they can be moved and evolve and be birthed in the lower part of the Highlands over Loch Lomond.  I was there when I was 18 after a year of torture in Glasgow, by The IRA, at Glasgow Engineering School.  Nessy had an appearance with a small offspring of unknown sex.  I turned in into a win, became an all around mystical engineer rock star, and now they can work diplomacy in the Middle East.  Kenny, you can come out of hiding and appear before me again.  So now I say to my nephew that these dragons will be avian predators, not the mystical of a reptilian form.  Fight of predators that large is actually impossible.  Just know that the scales on a reptile then evolved into feathers on birds bodies.  You will get to train this force there in Scotland, and then go to boundary and restrain Irish colony.  They relate best to the mystical.  They need to fear an entity from above that swoops in with silence.  Now my other nephew has the hookups, but not the lookups, mystically.  Nephew 1, bring nephew 2 into your Dungeons and Dragons circle and I will knight you both if you can create believable female avatars that are based on your memories of me from when you were young.  We developed that game (I gave it to Tim Jenson in a dream series.) in Owatonna when I was 11.  I had a crush on him, and thus I was very guarded about my feelings and just concentrate on the game.  He was United Methodist, too, and we would play after church on Sunday.  It was made for special specials like the two of you and can unite boys in a BROTHERHOOD that goes beyond play.  As your grandmother sets off for Ireland, find the crest that best suits the space you work in and keep it in back.  Have your metal worker erect it for free.  Think Sweden and Ireland.  Mystically bind it with Germany.  We will evolve the Skol chant for The Vikings as that ship sets sail for a hollodeck lead by nephew 2.

Going Beyond Seer to READER

Today, I left a message to a private party before the Vikings game and we were off to the races.  I walked along the way and determined that he is a reader.  One of the merchants I came across is as well.  This is why he was so surprised when I read him accurately.  His fences are tall and electric, but mine are a maze.  Once I read, they read me and I then read the transmission in my vicinity of them being in my head.  This is all very DOD.  I read that he has been DOD increasingly more and more since he was 7.  I now make this man NSA.  We will give him DOJ credentials and make him an attorney, immediately.  We will make him military reader attorney, but not combined with JAG, or he will confuse himself with me.  His degree will be through West Point.  We will now sort out West Point grads for treason and espionage charges.  Police will now have to have a criminology degree.  In Minneapolis, we will go through Metro State University and use the facility downtown Minneapolis.  Only current criminology students can enter and only through portaling.  Professors must all be current police officers and cadets from academies will now face charges, worldwide.  Life is changing and the force must too.  They will be diplomats, in community.  The 911 operators will start the negotiations and they will not send out any police or EMS if they cannot have a logical and diplomatic exchange with the person on the line.  Those "interrupters" will then face charges for stalking police and EMS, in general.  I have a criminology PhD from both Metro State and Ball State University.  The Ball State degree research was in serial killing and the Metro State degree is research in EMS services and the charges (financially) that occur around these services.  I rest my case in an L.A. court of law today.

A Room for A Lab

I have made it to coffee again today and there is a quiet sparkle within from yesterday.  I connected with the vector system for disease and I was able to show shamans that the immunology within them is strong.  They have a darkness and deal with death well.  That creates a slowing for the study of pathogens.  The mystical is removed, and thus the Wiccan or wizardry multiplication of strains of bacteria cannot occur.  At the end of the day, they understand the Epidemiology of the disease.  It is its seed or basis.  Then understanding the spread becomes tres facile.  Maybe my sorcery has left the vicinity finally being approached by full length mirrors and I can just walk away.  Jeff has been a doctor in immunology the whole time as well as Cherokee chief, police, and shaman.  His reign began when he was 3.  He also has a cousin who is half Inuit, thus dealt with them as a reservation police officer as a child.  The man is so very dominant.  Mine started at birth.  He gave up a contract with Korn as a front man (Korn's known frontman is actually a coroner in L.A. and wanted to work in both areas at Jeff's side as ian intern), to study me in the privacy of his room in his apartment.  I would get up in the morning and make his coffee and eggs, I would then do work on the internet and writing to my CIA contact CIA (up to 50 pages a day), and then I would clean the apartment and do laundry.  He would then come home from work at whatever hour the day called for.  We then had alone time in his room.  He played things on repeat on his computer as we embraced and I slept.  I spent about one week a month at my rented room in Carmel, IN.  We did have one culture evaluated by an outside lab.  It was a bladder infection caused by my female circumcism when I was 16.  There was no treatment for biologics with that torture, actually the opposite, with transients contacting the wound.  My believed father is one sick man.  Even Jeff couldn't believe the results.  He then knew how much pain I had been in for over two months.  The substrate was visible and thus they prescribed an antibiotic quickly and it went away.  They were so surprised that Jeff would let me go there, and that I did not return with an amplification of the infection.  Jeff, I share this not to disturb your privacy, but to tell you that I, by inner conviction, was studying you by mere association, in a way to bring mercy, and NO medical or psychiatric care for you with physicians in a hospital, clinic, or jail environment.  I took it away and now you are as strong as the Line Deputy, immunologically.  Good luck with your pursuits.

Mystical Discovery of Land Management

I coming into my military real estate entitiness.  I met a realtor the other day, and was able to read his profession without him saying anything.  We spoke a little about the industry and about North woods management of DNR protocols, poaching, and sales of these "complicated" spaces.  I did tell him that my grandfather was military and he did real estate work up there and his property was military international base (Finlayson, MN) of highest level of top secret.  The project was me and not area 51.  I just wrote to Peyton Manning to let him know to move forward with every chess piece he has.  Modern Family even has reruns that are Phil training an apprentice, and new this season, it is Gloria.  Now Peyton knows how Homestead taxes are being spent in MN North Woods with the DNR poachers and other industry that I keep in the shadows.  All powerful QB's are now on this scene, but I have gifted them Jorge of head soccer tree from Colombia.  He is a head federali, Peyton and head of cocaine and all other cartel trees.  I let Peyton know that I began working with my holding company directly when I started renting downtown Indianapolis.  I keep those details a little quiet so that they can research before an epidemic of verbal schizophrenia and biologics starts in the stands and then on TV with the players.  Thank you Jorge.  He has let me know that the most proper Spanish, especially legally (he is an international attorney since birth), is spoken by Colombian diplomats.  You never know what they are doing.  Peyton look into what I acquired on that cruise ship and the diseases I kept at bay.

Prophetic Glory

It is a lovely fall day and I am accepting the sunshine into my skin.  It seems a lifetime since I have written in my weblog.  Juggernaut is coming through as a word and idea.  The reality of it seems so far away.  Who is watching us anyway, heavenly and Earthly?  I walked through the sliding glass door of rumors the other day and I now meditate on the purpose of it all.  I will share, but I walk quietly by myself as well.  I feel like opportunity may be in my future, but I must now concentrate on the movements of the wind in my vicinity.  I have been staying in and cooking and cleaning a lot, and it made it time for me to journey today.  Astrophysics has appeared on the EVENT HORIZON.  It can be in our minds, but the reality is imagery.  The cracks in my exposure to Lysol as a child has created a superior Epidemiology PhD.  It began when I was 3 at the university there.  My lab still exists today and cannot be accessed by the military.  I am the only one who could work with these pathogens and have my immune system come back stronger than ever.  What was a massive outbreak for all others on the planet, was a cold for 4 days for me.  Part of your compromised systems results from Wiccan Witchery practiced, especially in food preparation and every illicit drug dispersal in industry (some wizardry).  It is my astral eye that opens that door and facility.  This is why I worked with Eli Lilly in downtown Indianapolis, IN.  I was asked to tour the facility and I came to see that there was too much for me alone.  I then shared a night with an Russian Eli Lilly executive who was a Tsar.  He was international law and securities for the community and industry around me.  Through that, I acquired the whole industry to destroy it all one day.  Everything will reverse and drugs will be the disease.  The beginning of that is the Opiod epidemic.  Now I show that diseased spaces can be treated by energetic success, and exposure to notoriety.  I have been enjoying a nightly show commentator on CNN.  He has insight, intelligence, humor, and positivity.  In terms of my social circles that are ideas, I guess he is now a great friend.  I can just work on creating a personality for him that is underneath the screen personality.  Can I just ponder what it is like for him to jut say that I am doing a great job?  It is okay for people to feel rage, but I ask for you not to send it my way.  I bring health and wealth with me, and warlockery will overcome your vicinity if I go away.  Maybe that begins as just a bad cold that has you seeing yourself as strange in the mirror.  Land and sea will rage, and time will stand still.  This is more than just prophecy.  It is actual beautiful artistry of the heavens on people who have been so very sinful.

Step Back

It was time to reveal my research in warlockery from Nova Scotia.  People walk away, but it will sit in their souls for eternity.  If you choose to turn your backs on God and all his almighites, you will see and hear so many things that you wish you could forget.  When I lived at The Colonial Apartments in downtown Indianapolis, I saw and experienced both very active warlockery from ICP and "Rose" the porn queen who was the female lead in Napoleon Dynamite.  They tended to emerge by the dumpsters.  There was also the dump truck/ dumpster satanism that had these dump trucks taking dumpsters as high as they could in the air and dropping them.  This occurred in the middle of the night when it was completely silent.  There was also the gays who would go on top of the high rises from One Day At A Time, and just stood ready to jump. I did call 911 once on these deranged individuals.  The results were not positive.  Crazed and crazy people were all around me.  I was attacked one night with a tire iron to the back of my head, so Waikiki, by an African American man and woman for no reason at all.  I was just walking past the gas station and they ran after me.  They called 911 on me as they violated my cerebellum.  The gays at these high rises did actually call the police.  I went to Wishard, got a migraine, and walked out do to their lack of care.  That night I walked into The Masonry Hall I thought was downtown Indianapolis.  I think that maybe I was in a different place all together, but the man there understood that I had a head injury and came in through a door that cracked open.  Now lights are going on and off again.  Be careful if you approach me.  In the waters beneath the surface powerful entities are recording and deciding the best action to take as the result of them finally admitting that all of you are demonic, and I am an alien being who is 100% pure.  My violation has been severe and now they are looking at the catastrophes around me worldwide regarding my horrific torture and complete betrayal and deceit in my life since I was conceived.  Speak about it and you may have a crew come your way who you are not prepared to deal with.  I have been training these crews my whole life.  Step back and let them work.

Just How I Feel

When it rains, it pours.  I am soaked and I know not where I shall dry my phoenix wings today.  I will be reborn none the less.  I am here to let you all know that there is little time left.  Under my sweet veneer is a rage that flows like The River Styx.  None of you get it, and none of you care.  You continue to practice ritualisms and verbal heresy against me.  I can only exist until until I can no longer exist.  Where do you all think that the material realm is going to be once I am gone?  Catastrophe has always been related to me.  Everyone just says, "Whatever!"  Well it is time to see because there is no fixing what is coming in the land and sea.  It is not a threat, it is the promise of Gaya being completely connected to me.  My ship tries to raise itself in the Pacific off the shores off Oahu.  Maybe I finally said what was to be said.  I am just relaxing today, but I wanted to get a little writing in.  Go ahead and think that I am weird.  It is just your reflection of being odd in the mirror.  I am polite, funny, and very wise.  Stay away from me if you wish to talk about me and stalk me to infinity.  I barely want to go to certain places anymore.  I wish to be me, and laugh publicly, but the psychopathic get so hostile around me when I do so.  Well it is time for these miscreants to be rooted out in the end.  Do not talk about me sexually or the ax will fall sooner than predicted.

My Freaky Dream

I had a really deep dream when I took a nap today.  I was just trying to have a birthday party and everyone attending was trying to hurt or kill me with different means.  It was at my grandmother and grandfather King's old house by Lake Harriet.  I remember I was standing outside and someone was throwing the metal digging part of shovels at me from the top of the house.  I did a good job of surviving the onslaught and also verbalizing that people need to just deal with their own lives and their own struggles.  Somalis were coming at me too.  Some of them seems to be a child and then they would transform into an evil and deranged adult.  I woke up and was proud of my performance.  This dream came after I had a dentist appointment.  I don't know if the two were related.  I feel so much better after having that very deep sleep.  I know that that dream indicated that someone in my past is looking for me.  The reality is now way will I have anything to do with you.  I wanted to put something down on the page today, but other than what I have said, I have nothing to say...Derek Peterson was my lab partner in "Freshman Biology."  We were assigned by the professor.  We were both doctors and attorneys from birth.  I had a crush on him, but I believed that the boy needed to make the move on the girl.  His father went to medical school at The U of MN with my known father.  His father was the medical examiner for the FBI, but, like me, his father had stolen Derek's credentials.  Derek is definitely a reborn Third Reich Member, thus a Nazi.  Hitler was not a Third Reich member because he was a Jew.  He was the leader of The SS command.  In this lifetime, I am Dr. Mayer 112 and he is Dr. Peterson infinity.  What we did their was amazing, but it was at night.  that was best because I was vampiric and he was a warlock.  I have now used my "courtesy card" with him.  things are about to get a little bit jiggy in our community and economy.