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.