Bringing Back the Steeds of 4H

I watched The Listener last night and one of the higher upsin the law enforcement agency called this mind reader a telepath.  They are not the same thing.  Telepathy is a language of one mind speaking to another.  It is mostly conscious.  Mind reading is a gift of one person getting inside flashes of another person's mind without his knowledge.  I feel my mind reader in The Twin Cities traveling with me.  He is very effective.  My dreams have been disturbed, but I'd rather dream them than have them become reality.  Natives need to mind their hierarchy and only the most gifted can actually follow me without going crazy.  I made some Christmas cookies and they turned out so good.  I got complements all around.  I haven't baked in over a decade. I knew it was coming because I have been cooking so much.  I felt the Line Deputy being so interested and proud.  I draw upon my brothers of 4H today.  I won a blue ribbon in dog training when I was in either 5th or 6th grade with my beautiful collie Heidi Ho.  I also went to the fair that summer with a traveling skit troop.  I was there in the 4H housing building for a week and walked all around the fairgrounds daily.  This is an underground telepathic society.  They could tell that I had born telepathic, but became telepathically deaf at a young age due to trauma.  They saw my dog as much like me because she had been debarked by some cruel breeders who gave this best in show to us for free because she would not breed.  She would just sit down.  That was also like me because I was shy and very modest.  I helped her vocal cords grow back together a bit and she also became highly telepathic.  They welcomed me with open arms.  Normally mean and stand offish, they were open and kind to me.  They were doing some mind reading around me, and could not believe the cruelty of The U.S. Navy and Oahu to such an empath.  Today they stand in my favor.  All of you out there who have experienced no cruelty come at the mirror that is me and you say that it is me who has not experienced anything.  The clock is now turning back and you will be seen as all that you are and do.  You do not get to make up Wiccan or Satanistic Pagan law.  It is now also becoming known that I am the only Daughter of the Revolution.  My pin was stolen at birth and the dainty gold rose was later painted pink and worn publicly for a day.  There are heavy witchcraft charges being leveled for that "mistake."  I have remained fairly quiet lately, but that is the best way for me to become a new part of me.  I feel the Line Deputy in and around me, and a love arising that has never been found.

Diplomacy In Vicinity

The air is brisk today, and everything seems still.  It feels like mountains are rising and the shores are beginning to fall.  I watched a show on The Caribbean and stayed warm in my cozy little apartment for a week.  The exhaustion that has been the norm is soothed and I can begin to see a Puffin in a small pond in The South.  It is something unique and new.  There is a boom in the tomb today.  The extent of vampiristic blood in the community is becoming apparent.  It is now time for diplomacy between vampiristic nations.  I rest on the pinnacle being the hybrid who can be seen, and allow these strong men to converse about the disgusting entities around them and just walking on the street.  Politics are now being seen for what they are.  These people who "lead" are demonic and about to loose the reigns they keep.  They will all have time in sanitariums, prison, and on the street.  Then they can truly FEEL the realities of their policies, both liberal and conservative.  I direct Harold with his Purple Crayon as I sit and sip coffee at Starbucks.  It is that type of creation that I dig for today.  It is just a blank screen that can be drawn upon to create something new.  I do struggle to find the words that will meet the syncopation of the topic and the page.  I wish to see the Vikings game today.  Kirk, it is a right arm play in a left arm game.  You meet the beat with a melody of change and warm air.  It may seem like LSD today.  It is military tunnel through.  You are the only one.  Be careful to not say the word HOPE.  You can think it all you wish.  Animal, and especially dogs', telepathy is so much freer and more funny than the dog telepathy skit on SNL last night.  I think you now know when it is me.  Fire is rising to their challenge with a little help from dolphins in the sea.  Now the private charter yachts come for me.

The Spirit of Russia In Me

I feel like it has been an eternity since my fingers have played the notes on my computer keys.  I have been having some interesting dreams and have been dodging ice along my merry way.  I have been dealing with the combination of computer programming/ hacking with mind reading/ telepathy, and the interface of the two.  It is a heavy world and it calls on me to be in this world every day.  I am tiring of being able to speak of these worlds that I deal with.  People without ability cannot see and then there is just the evil of the demonic of all entities that confuse and bring deceit on all community.  They either do know the reality, or they deal with being psychiatric and are delusional about the reality of gifts and who people are in front of them.  Being 1/8th Russian, I take these things very seriously.  It is the dictator tree that leaves a different way to see.  Maybe a gay mayor is not a good idea for president, and only the Russians know the deceit of a man who is gay and partnered, publicly.  He would lead to treason and espionage charges on the most mighty entities in the world.  He is a very small man.  Just ask Marco Rubio today.  It is best if we have no "poor me' colony in the highest office in the U.S.  Mark Zuckerberg keeps being under review, now let him review Mayor Pete.  He may be the betrayal of hacker without the ability.  I am sure he is all about slander.  Biden, STAND UP already and speak the truth of him and his adventures in toyland of Muncie, IN.  Pete, I have been a tip top U.S. Marine since the age of 7.  I was trained by my general biofather George Mayor in The North woods.  It was brutal and significant to understanding the difference between me and other authorities.  It was on Oahu that Russia reached out for me and trained me and placed me in their Marine corps and KGB intelligence tree.  We can out your record if you keep coming this way.  If I meet people, STAY AWAY.  They are possibly CIA and DOD acquisition, simultaneously.  I broke the Marine gift code yesterday.  Now they will deal behind the scenes with their own families and communities.