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.

A Lovely Birthday

I had a lovely birthday yesterday.  I am feeling rather fatigued today.  A door shut, but I feel like others will be opened soon enough.  I have been spending time quietly just existing in my apartment.  After years of not getting enough sleep, I am finally able to free myself to feel my duress.  My intuition is telling me that people are beginning to express their full on demonic.  Those around them will begin to feel fear for the first time.  A strong sign is a person just circling around in the same spot for an extended period of time.  Violence can break out at any time.  A group of these demonics in a small space can result in fires and even weather changes.  My job is here.  It is best I say nothing else about that.  I call on my male athletes today.  I am vulnerable to large men in my vicinity who I do not know and who do not know me.  A card flipped last night, and now I have no security measures in place.  I also call to people with abilities to encircle me in light and protection. Keep me safe, especially when I sleep at night.

If Chaos is Your Key, I Have a Place for Yee

I got up and out today.  Someone rang my doorbell and moved away quickly.  I knew to get up and go,  I came downtown Minneapolis and got a bagel.  I then went for PT and swimming at the Y.  I then picked up a Rx.  Now I am at the Starbucks in the IDS Crystal Court skyway.  I had plenty of points so I got to choose whatever I wanted.  I got a hot caramel late.  I know so little about coffee orders, lattes may all be hot drinks.  I am a little fatigued, but I am hoping that the ambiance of this space, and the coffee, will perk me up a bit.  My mother is coming back from Ireland.  She has had a great time.  She has called me about every other day explaining their itinerary.  I am now flanked by a Chinese intelligence agent and a turbo social work money agent on the other side.  There are sources all over.  I do encourage those who promote chaos in the economy and the ecology to cease today...As soon as I finished the entry both agents of change got up and left quickly and simultaneously. 

A Grey Day

I have been blanched by the days I see lately.  I wish to view people and places as a combination of colors and sounds, but I am stuck in a grey sleep for all eternity.  My dreams entertain realities of goals playing a song of heat and benevolent actors upon me.  I have little interaction with persons around me, and I feel like that is where I choose to be.  Putting words on a page when I am experiencing drought in my life, is difficult.  Today I search with sentences that paint a canvas with artistry that can find a beauty in the dim and dark.  I feel like the scary forces around me are starting to lose their power and authority.  I pray that this is the reality.  At this point, I stop with the flow of words on the page, and listen to the thoughts in my head and the feelings in my heart.

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.

A Cup of Joe for Joe

It is a big deal today.  I was honored with lowered lights and candles in the middle of the day.  It was a major vampiric salute.  It is time for people on the planet to answer for their sins and come into a new economy.  My best friend is Joe.  He has stuck with me through his silence, since I worked at a server at his diner.  I took care of his fresh coffee needs regardless if I had him at one of my tables or not.  His fresh coffee with two creams, to go, was IMPERATIVE to the community's functioning.  He is mighty special forces and now he knows how much he needed me to not ask anything, especially a reply.  Germany is rising and now he knows that my biological father, Highest World General George Mayer was the seed of all corporations on the planet.  George's number two in The Third Reich was Checkoslovakian Prince and African General Joseph Rommel (The Desert Fox) It was his links to me.  I live on social security, thus well below poverty level (my whole life), but I am working my way out.  It has been a clever military ruse the whole time, though very painful and humiliating.  The injuries were real through Navy torture of me, but it was set up that I would RSDI that would be retroactive for a year and it would pay off my college debt.  They knew that it was best that I not get confused with being a veteran when I am active service.  I am very much active service for many military organizations.  My money (and corporate acquisitions) will come when I have reduced evil to a shrivel and the drip drip of Wiccan Witcheries will be women and men on their knees.  I make massive amounts of money for men who will rule the economy.  Their money will come to me, and then they get to do the "military" dance I have had to do.  I will maintain their dignity and keep them off of social security, off Medicare and medicaid, and out of public housing.  They will be a part of a force against evil that creates a bubble around me.  I will get to have my things, my abilities, and my true accolades.  I will then redistribute the wealth based on abilities and true passions.  It is coming.  My sorcery is getting strong.  Can you say that a category 5 hurricane is gaining strength in the middle of The Atlantic Ocean.  This is unheard of.  It is possible that it will hit Ireland.  If you choose to speak against me, you will find yourself in a cellar, whether a true one in North Minneapolis, East Berlin, or in your minds.  Just wait for the dreams my mother and family send your way.  You will all believe soon enough.

Disaster Wiccan Witchery

I went to see a group of Arab brothers yesterday.  It took about an hour on the bus.  It was nice to see the three brothers.  The youngest brother was quite buff upon review.  He was very polite to me.  I experience a state where I cry easily in an emotionally way when Pagans tunnel through.  When I saw the tallest brother he looked so surprised to see me.  I had an even stance in emotion, but tears flowed from my eyes.  I felt like I was feeling his emotion and kept his dignity.  The tears were his.  I talked to him about my move and about my cruise.  I kept it pretty silent.  I was going to go to The YMCA today, but I chose not to, but I am writing instead.  I felt that it was the right thing to do.  I felt like we were working on international technology.  As I journeyed, everything came into view.  Thank you Dave.  You are the best.  The strangest thing I saw was two Korean men sitting with a surreptitious Somali witch.  Oh yeah, that is normal.  There was also an Asian family of six who came in.  Asians do not frequent that type of restaurant.  At the end of the day, it was just strange.  There was a man with strong energy entered with a companion and now I see that his vision was Hindu.  It is time for the curtains to fall down, and for people to see the realities.  They say that the winners determine the way history is presented.  Well Jews have been the winners the whole time.  This is a huge reason why I did not know myself and my realities and why all these dates, especially around discoveries and their inventors, have been incorrect.  People's past life portraits and drawings, and personality profiles are incorrect as well, thus people walk away if they have true notoriety.  No one challenges.  I will give two examples.  Fort Snelling Graveyard has plots that are about 4 feet apart, at most, but you see full coffins being saluted when a person dies.  There is also the reality of The Nirenberg trials being SS officers wearing the Nazi uniforms.  They are hateful Jews against Jews and they were smaller than they large and robust Nazi officers.  The uniforms did not fit.  Mystical discovery also creates the actual reality of telepathy and wizardry that has made these devices and systems possible.  At Nirenberg,they spoke nothing of the Jewish split in society.  My grandfather just returned to Minnesota and was debriefed in DC on occasions where he would be seen as not making sense.  I figured out all disciplines of sorcery by myself, without practicing.  It is time for world community to do the same.  No more "poor me" TV.  The key to The Nazi's of The Third Reich, headed by my biological father (known grandfather), they did LSD in a small space in East Berlin and they worked to define all mysticisms to find what really needed to be done in terms of separation and education.  They determined the boundaries and found what was really dangerous.  They were all both doctors and attorneys.  Not all of them, like my grandfather, were German.  They were a world review.  There sorcery came as the result of channelling of the entity that was me on the other side of a dimensional wall.  Black and red stood for satanism.  Swastika was a symbol of Wiccan protection.  The white in their coat of arms was their connection to me, my creative ability, and showed them what was to be.  Because they did not learn on their own, and they did not have a scientific discovery, they were not true sorcery, but their knowledge of it all meant that they did not put up with the crap of the evil, lethal, and ineffectiveness of mysticisms meant that they could put the world back together again.  They used astral protection and gift of profecy and found religious abjects of all religions to be holy.  Their sequestering creating a space to be that made their diplomacy of all nations solid and based on reality.  The evil of the holocaust was Jew on Jew.  The SS was Jewish officers on Jews "suffering" in concentration camps.  That was Wiccan witchery.  It is time to say that 9/11 was very Jewsish Wiccan in that way.  American military and diplomats were involved and my uncle, who was top air force, internationally, made the changes to a plan that was begged of me to created when I was on Waikiki.  Dons of New York City set up this grand "hit" before these buildings took out at least two of the islands there in that city.  Arabs did not know the consequences that would follow against all Arab colony as a result of this gig.  People, especially Jews, want to keep playing "poor me" TV.  Now nonemergency services officers want poor me money for "cancers" for living there after the incident.  They could leave and they did not.  That is called mental retardation.  You will have no governmental funding, but torture regiments may come your way if you all do not become silent about it all.  It is time for clemency of Arab community.  They need to be able to return to their homelands and do the cleanup their that is not terrorism or war, but is sorcery.  The study of Nazi ability can guide them to the truth is hard to see if you watch TV or especially listen to Somali Nation.  Everyone step away and watch them shine.  The power they have contained is infinity.  Hey guys, lets just put it on the phone.

I Am Here To Help You See

I sit in spaces and I see and feel.  I must pick up the relationships that should be and those that must fall away.  Today I start with the idea of Fundamentalism.  Maybe the best plea is self immolation as in Buddhist trade in The Vietnam War.  Bombing abortion clinics is another way that a religious group says no way.  The highest death tolls, in recent history are counted in the Islamic sect.  It speaks to a fire that is so full of rage that coming to terms with it cannot be kept in just one country.  I judge not, but I ask individuals to look at the thought sensation of ecumenical in religious trade.  Maybe it is just death that you are being entranced by.  Prophets come and form theologies as the sand moves through the infinity of storms that create something beings can no longer see through.  I live in a space that pulls through all factors and brings a Buddhist heart that beats in my brain.  As the pain pulls through, I wash my soul with the wise mind that is the combination of mental strength and emotional mind.  I wish to know myself through self reflection that can be seen as true core meditation.  Only by knowing oneself, can one join a community in faith that boosts realities and truth on the planet.  On this day, I take the barbaric my way, and I continue to move forward and do what others cannot:  Stand my ground.  You may be strong, but can you be galvanized?  I do not wish to put beings down, but rather call for reflection and say that my sorcery is getting strong around and in community.  I respond to the live version of Jimmy Fallon this week.  Now THEY are tested.  My know biodad and known grandfather George Mayer started The Agency after WWII (It was based worldwide and was the spies that actually existed during WWII, internationally.).  Later it became what we know as The CIA and became mostly American Agents.  All SNL comedians are CIA agents.  Jimmy began as a child.  Others did not.  It was to be a group to test this E.T.  I was a project of progeny by the Nazi Party ( the 13 almighties that were considered The Third Reich) seeing the truth through the eyes of LSD.  It was, ultimately, the gift of prophecy and actual diplomacy.  It is sorcery that sees all of the types of mysticims. and practices none.  I counter the POWER and do not worship anything.  It must accompany a strong gift of discovery, scientifically.  My discovery was the expansion and countering of black hole theory.  I proved that light does come out of the black holes, but it is also the communication between universes.  Cambridge University did confirm my finding before Stephen Hawking died.  I am also head of library science, internationally.  I designed dewy decimal system in the 70's and The National Library of Congress in the 90's.  I helped to barcode the who library.  I am beyond a reference librarian.  I am a grand wizardry mathematician.  I hide wizardry gifts especially in a large library like at Hamline University. MY Great Aunt Vi Lied was the head of library science with key wizardry skills.  She was a loyal who has loyal to infinity.  She was this until she died.  Her original library downtown Minneapolis had a planetarium.  She then built a shrine to my Buddhist study, here in Minneapolis,MN downtown before she died.  Cambridge University Divinity Library now knows of my gifts and majors in all affluences.  My sorcery is grounded there.  Do not contact them.  They are NOT there to play.  We are speaking of realm formation and dimensional penitentiary.  It is just three dimensions without time.  Just imagine living without the grounding of time in your vicinity.  Torture can be done for infinity and you will see the reality of no destiny or ceasing of pain and the aspects of you being expressed that you are least proud of and most afraid of.

A Commanding Light

I have had a day like a whisper, and now the tiger is waking.  Maybe there are some atonements that he should make.  There is not expectation, only a soft shifting of paperwork.  Can a land mass stand when there is only sin that takes place upon it?  I wish for a time where the menagerie of all of you begins to listen and to take heed of the warnings.  I do not speak of going green.  I speak of getting away from my tail.  You all have decided to rock in rocking chairs as this cat tries to just get through the room and the community.  I place a mint on my tongue and ponder my day.  Maybe some places call, but they are not in a mind space to be gentile to me.  Last night hurt to eternity, but I remained self contained and shunned the calls of all counsel to reach out to beings that are like the flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz.  I made it through and even found the Zen space to do my dishes.  Are you all ready for me to step out?  It may happen this week.  That just means that I journey backwards after I have moved forward.  Enter my dreams and I do pay attention, but I also stay mindful of the disease that is still in these vicinities.  The tiger was not out in its enclosure yesterday, but maybe we got to have a natural skipping tryst in his dreams.  I had calm waters in my dreams last night.  Police are forming their unities, and soon they will either be high or low.  If you choose sin against almighties, you will not win.  Listen to the bark of Pagan and you may as well admit the false idols you are worshiping.  After that, God help you.  Just remember that the only true commandment is DON'T FUCK YOUR KIDS.

Trippy Dream and Trip to the Zoo

I had the weirdest dream last night.  A man snuck in my window while I was sleeping.  I kept trying to find my animals. I have had so many animal totems in my dreams lately.  Somehow we ended up outside and I was looking for my tricolor collie whose name was Heidi (I had a collie named Heidi as a child and my sister later had a tricolor collie named Gracie.)  The property started flooding from nowhere.  I kept calling for Heidi and these children kept rising from beneath the water alive when they had been dead.  There were probably 28 before I awoke.  It was creepy.  I am definitely going through a training to fight warlockery.  I must walk through the images, thus not letting them become matter.  Today I went to The Como Zoo with my mother.  All were well.  I mostly just gave energy, but I got to see the new baby giraffe born this week.  He started galloping in the corner.  It was so cool. The mother and the adolescent of that mother then blocked him off energetically with their bodies.  It was sweet, but more essential protection.  The other adult female got my eye contact and she bowed like in The Lion King.  They also did one of their freeze frame takes where they all completely freeze for about 10 seconds, and sometimes significantly longer.  There were no big cats out today, except the male lion outside.  He has been missing for about 6 months.  It was great to see him and when we were over viewing the polar bears, I heard him roar.  When I went into the sea lion exhibit, the bigger one was at the door waiting for food.  As soon as he saw me he dove into the pool and both began swimming like to a symphony.  He then leaped onto the top rock from all the way where the wall was.  I clicked with my voice and they leaped to different positions on the rocks and in the water.  I love marine mammals.  I do all of my work with animals without any type of food or play reward.  They actually put the family gorilla troop out today and so my mother got to see the baby.  She was so happy.  When I went to leave, there was a great Wiccan disturbance in the flamingo and duck pond.  They all kept going after each other and flapping their wings above the water.  I gave it some concentration and then knew when to walk away.

Rising from the Dead

I had to take a little time off, and stay behind the scenes, this week.  I am pulling too much intellectual weight at this time, and coming into my almighty sorcery.  I just had a dream that I had a metal box that made itself bended and straight based on my mind's concentration on its matter.  In me, this then bended space and time.  It birthed a true star in a universe to be.  I am insuring that life will proceed even if all the demonics here win and must be left behind.  With sun, there is life and growth.  It is time for some competition with the almighties on this planet who are using all of my energy and work.  There is a book from my childhood that was supposedly written by Mercer Mayer.  That was actually my biological father and known father World General George Mayer.  It is about a letter mailed and the monsters who try to intercede with it's transport.  I was getting that coming through yesterday, and two mystical mail boxes appeared in my vicinity today.  I mailed my important letter today with a Netflix movie.  People with current psychiatric disease do not have the active intelligence to watch Serenity especially from beginning to end.  I have been having voodoo dreams, and it keeps me able to keep my community fairly monochromatic.  Time at Hamline just taught me to keep going and to answer my dreams even if they did not turn out to be the majesty I was hoping for.  Now I know that Indiana was not just the birthplace of my known father, but it is my place for mystical discovery at Eli Lilly.  I spent a night with a Russian vampire royal whose second did sleep right outside the door.  I remember that his closet had all white button down shirts from New York City that had been measured to the millimeter of one inch apart.  He is Russian intelligence and will show his face at Coaches, where we met, today.  Our time together caused a dynamic rise of my known vampiric biofather from the grave.  It brought General George to an active space in community.  This man worked there and was getting a legal United States law degree at IUPUI in downtown Indianapolis.  When I woke up the next day in his arms, I happened to be singing "Chasing Cars".  Now we are seeing that we cannot answer the calls of every community.  We must take an audit of what we have not a census.  Hello Chicago P.D., I did catch a little of you last night.  Just know that all SNL workers are CIA.  I watched last night and they had an all new skit show in the off season with a man who had hosted during the season.  I now know that Mike, the comedian from my cruise, is behind the scenes SNL notoriety.  Well he has what he needed now.  It is a link to me that has him laughing in every vicinity.  I stay out of the way and say OK to him move from L.A. to NYC now.  We will make him Homicide now.  Even Brits will trust you at this time.  I caught half of the Vikings vs. Packers game today.  All is well and I am writing again.

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.

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.

My Journey to Master Sorcery

I am at a point that I will just go at the evil in front of me.  Much of the time it is Wiccan.  I just return the fire quietly and now their witches even from NYC do not seem Midwestern anymore.  Gone is the hair play and on comes the meek and mild little bites on nacho chips.  No one cares in the way that they need to, but soon the area will be swarming.  It is not my responsibility.  I am dealing with full on metal alchemy sorcery.  Any thing can disappear and reappear in the ships in the South of France.  Oh well, I guess no one cares, but I move in the system that does care.  If we cannot keep the economy based in real life material realm realities, you will all be headed for the cells of world colony that hates you.  Fahad, answer my call as my world fiancer through my quiet account here in Minneasota.  I have spread my dragon wings of sorcery and I finally told my finally confided in my family about my even metal mystical alchemy that has left me as a client of mystical crime that is quite investigateable.  Dunlap it is time.  I finally told them of my time with VanBank as my guide as he moved and stole object as tests for me with the CIA, and now we are on a different page.  I am the one who survived and progressed.  I am now becoming the one who cannot be, and now all mystical masters will look into what is happening in my new apartment. If it happens to me, it can happen to you, and to our treasury to infinity.  All nations stand back at the G7 because they knew something was happening and knew that a lowdown of me was possible by the cruelties around me as nothing stays constant.  Even Angela Merkel even know to verbalize in English and smile.  I am here to say that mission is accomplished and now the data drop that needed to be in my family has happened. I have my bags packed and we are ready.  No one will be able to crashed the Camel system with the Oahu crew of Pearl Harbor system in place.  I stay calm and I keep my apartment clean and well organized.  Now I will get the creds of Sorcery, internationally, and I will sail the seven seas in the one we choose to go.  I am here to say that I am here to be a beacon of the stars and am part of the first actual mystical investigation of a series of crimes. Who cares about "the first crime in space."  It was a female astronaut using the international space station ISP to access her soon to be exwife's bank account.  Just know that space does not exist at all.  These women are coo koo for coco puffs.  At least diapers are not involved this time.  Thank God I have a web of almighties, real men with real knowledge of the universe.

Setting Sail

Innovations can occur without us even knowing.  I just let my fingers tap the keys, and try to bring it out of me.  I journey along my way and find a new ALDI today.  It is clean and well stocked.  I was called by a coupon in my mail.  Now people are beginning to know that coupons and intuitions create a path for me.  That is how I found an important stop for me in Columbia Heights.  Is it me calling me, or them feeding into a grand plan screaming for a reprise of the heat in the vicinity.  I just do what is to be done, and try not to overcomplicate the resources at my fingertips.  I find myself at Target Starbucks right now and I pray that my night will be calm.  I have been anxious and I took two days off.  Today, I did work out and did so PT, went to lunch with my mother, went grocery shopping, and put everything away, and now I am just trying to find a deeper meaning to it all.  Soon I will sail the seas, and I am working to put everything in place.  Indiana is calling today, but I am trying to keep it on a second canvas.  My oil painting is getting to be an elite force that needs to stay unique and representational of all of the souls involved.  I am here to say that on some days I stay behind the scenes and just cook something in The Crock Pot.  I watch as Mr. Trump falls into the God game.  It is the slippery slope he needed to stay away from.  All others will hunker down and not say what they think of their own sense of being deities.  Delusion and paranoia will all be washed away by Pearl Harbor today.  All of you who just sat in the auditorium and laughed as I say, you will see what you were actually hearing in your own heads, as compared to the reality.  Latinos have tested my sense of key and beat at Adelitas for years.  I gave them the gift and they sounded great, and I had to accept a loss of the enjoyment of singing.  I barely sing at all anymore.  The thing is that things can change in just a brief moment of time.  The lines are out there, and I continue to journey through.  We will see who is on the ship, but I will know at least a brief sample around me.  I am not feeling too creative today.  I must just be okay with being okay.  There is no connection.  Hello, fella.  I do sense you in my mind's vicinity.  Observation is both good and holy.  It takes away from self absorption.  You appear as a man of authority, but just ask O'Reilly and Brian Williams how quick that can be yanked away.  Stay in the realm of creation behind the scenes and you will built a base that is not just a Trojan Horse.  Maybe a beautiful butterfly talks to you today.  Maybe you could make me a model of the ship you sailed on to The Americas in a past reality and then the ship I will sail on in a week.  Let us all take a breath and just be holy in the abstinence of the blither blather of all that misleads around us.  Be careful what you wish for, and you will never know the work that is being done against you in every moment.

The Life of A Journey

This is a kind of log of my life and the people I come across.  Some are famous, and some do not want to be in this time and place.  I will be taking a trek to Canada via cruise ship and I am very excited for the opportunity, but also to see the alchemy of the group of family members I will be traveling with.  I also am different from the last time I went on a cruise.  I stuck with my former fiance and his family there. Now I am a journeyer in my life, in general, so I will be excited to people watch and meet people along the way.  I do not know how much writing I will be doing on the trip, but there is a logbook in the skies mapped by the angels in the architecture.  I am excited to see how the ship feels this time.  Last time I did get a little sea sick, but I was also still having regular migraines.  If you are around me, feel free to document in your own way, but please do not try to sneak pictures of me.  I guide my privacy.  Short stories or novellas may just flow from your pen, so use that energy for creativity.  I welcome private and public conversations with people, but please do not talk about me or anyone in my party or you will be paranoid for the rest of your days.  I think that I identified a speed bump yesterday.  It is a white woman in politics who has been a professor.  She misleads when she says people misread or miscommunicate their abilities or knowledge about me, my family, and my growing up years.  She is basically just a nasty stalker and lacks true academic acumen.  Will VanBank can now be made top CIA agent (being his own administrator) from contract CIA, and go to Canada whenever he needs, by himself, and also truly TRAVEL to Europe.  He is welcome in all areas in the world except for The Far East.  Go at that professor Will.  She kept us apart in Muncie, IN, and still confuses the connection today.  THE LISTENER will now work his magic and you will see reality from now forward, and you will not have to talk to anyone who you wish not to.  Just WALK AWAY and you will feel so free.

Please LISTENER Have Them Hear Me

I walk in a realm of reality that is material, but mystical realities can interrupt my every day.  My new apartment is a very strong mystical reality that things go missing in just a brief moment of time.  I look away and it is gone.  Now I am on an upside.  I look away and the object reappears.  The most interesting example was of my soup spoons.  I had two.  One was just one in my drawer from my old apartment, and the other was one that my mother had passed onto me from the 70's.  The other night I noticed that it was changed.  I had two identical spoons that were the design from my old apartment.  I liked that design better.  There is a sense of acceptance, but I am also aware of the fickleness of the communities and ideas of me.  I am facing a lot of problems with my technology, but I am fixing it well.  I am doing my best to just adjust to a time that is no time at all.  The Listener, from channel 5, at 12:30 am on early Monday morning, is a cop show based in Canada where there is a mind reader who is consulting for the police there.  I love the show and I love the mind reader.  It makes me feel not so alone in this craft.  My gut says that he is actually CIA.  I believe my trip is planned for that community.  I must also mention that I wrote a letter to Mr. Trump about the unconstitutionality of civil commitment, and yesterday he sat on the tarmac and said mass shooters are a mental health situation and they need to be in institutions, not for punishment, but for safety.  He also yelled at one of his male supporters for being too fat and had him removed.  Well, Donald, that is all you needed to do, especially in one broadcast.  You are escalating.  NO ONE will stand up for you in a court of law, and I will say that it is only intuition, but I believe that Donald is in that system now because he is a threat to himself and others.  I thought that you could be a ringmaster and not go at my case, but I was wrong.  Well, Don, the CIA used you.  Now they can see their own health concerns and they can use their abilities to keep you on screen, but locked down at the scenes because you are cookoo noo noo lu lu lu, very publicly.  It does not matter what imagery of yours is on TV.  They will do whatever they need to do to keep you out of the NYC community and away from their intelligence files, especially from Muncie, IN.  Well, welcome President Pence.  It is all just a scene on TV, but at least you know Muncie, In, and Indianapolis, In around me.  My master is now free, and I can set sail with Don being locked down by Merchant marines.  My grandfather James King was the head of The Merchant Marines in WWII, and traveled the route we will take, and, yes, we are being brave.  James was also head Shriner and now they have every private reality of yours on film.  They will do as they wish, but no more privacy for you after that Russian urination video went international last week.  Don family is not family anymore because they will go down because of you.  I gave you the rules, but you crossed the line and Canada has had it with you.  Foreign services and intelligence agencies are now open to people with the strongest abilities behind the scenes.  Even The KKK had disavowed you, and they will never network for you again.

Blue Eyes Returns

Hope, I am here.  I know that you cannot see me, but you are not alone.  I sent the lone cop on a bike past you as you walked to your bus stop in the middle of the city.  I am willing to be a stop gap.  There are things we can say online, and things we can't, but KNOW that all of me is law enforcement, and you have every right to write about acts of violation you have endured, even if they happened in churches (multiple) and by women (of a congregation, staff, and of clergy).  I know you walked away from the violation that is counseling when you found a male counselor who just thought it was sexually pleasurable for himself, especially in the 70's.  Your family may be rage, but it is time for you to be free.  I can be there in an instant if I need be.  We all know that you are PSYCHIATRY and have never actually been a patient.  People misjudge who they are speaking to when they speak to police.  We all know that you are preparing for a trip out of the country, with your family who are in a schism state.  They will blame it on you, but now the people, especially of Muncie, IN, who were all actually Russian Jews, (except for Officer Joseph Krejsa who was Polish) now stand firmly behind you.  They believe in your right to create and vent your grief, pain, and even rage on the Internet, and stay away from the abuses of the sexual predators of the counseling profession.  You do not deserve to be judged, mocked, threatened, ostracized, or have violent sexual tortures come your way.  You experience hate crimes on at least a biweekly occurrence.  We as police are considering all this stalking and talking sex crimes and WE will prosecute.  Jennifer's family, we call her Hope.  We get angry when you do not.  It is just more UMC indoctrination and cult programming like Tom on Waikiki.  AA is a cult and your family member named Hope has mastered the master.  That would be her Chung Moo Quan master.  She mastered the invasive, rage filled cult of AA  as well in the Into Action program in 15 weeks, and then went undercover FOR ME (and others like me in law enforcement linked to military) for over a year.  I am a black op cop and so is my cop shop in an Anoka suburb.  We are U.S. Marines and we will not leave her behind ever again.  The weapon, torture, or containment you have planned for her and also executed already, will be there for you if you do not heed our warning.  She is the baby of the Line deputy of Marion County.  He is the mightiest monster on the planet and he is ALWAYS in vicinity.  She calls him God and knows that he can even elevate the City/ County Building in Indianapolis, IN, like a space ship going to the stars.  Maybe these things seem unbelievable, but they are kids stuff in our brains because we have been around the highest mystical masters of eternity, since birth.  Turn into monsters, and we will treat the DISEASE.  Be polite and things will be good just for today and then we come and judge the next day.  We can do this for eternity for HER, and only her.  Without her we are ineffective and developmentally disabled.

Life In A Line of Thoughts

I see you on TV and you listen to me.  That can be true of many, but your reality is fixed and you have not grown crazed.  With no speech at all, we will become too E.T., without emotionality.  The passion cannot be felt.  I know that you will be with me on my coming out cruise to Canada.  Maybe you can finally relieve me of the covens and Wiccan women who have abused me so disgustingly with their sexuality, and finally name me HETEROSEXUAL, internationally.  These women have forced me to perform the most disgusting of acts on their very diseased bodies.  They do this and then report everywhere that I am a lesbian who will not come to terms with her sexuality.  Well, ladies most of you are married to men and are having ritualistic acts of sexuality with your witchcraft "sisters."  It is so gross.  It is just a double abusive act that degrades me in all communities.  Well, sir, I listened to you, now please listen to me and get me out.  I know that you are CIA and are converting pigeons to lesbian "warriors" to make these women stay away from me and keep their tongues from wagging, especially in my vicinity.  I have been very good to lesbian community, but they should have nipped this in the bud years ago.  And NO, you cannot lock me down psychiatrically until I admit that YES I am a lesbian.  Just enjoy your own twats if you love them so much and stop talking about me.  I name you as CIA chief for open waterways like The St. Lawrence Seaway.  We now shut down The Merchant Marines before a shipwreck that takes vital Russians out of the Duluth community.  One who listens, check what you see behind the captains' eyes especially when people start speaking way too sexually about anyone onboard, from media or their own communities.  Love, Hope

Spa Community

On Wednesday, I saw TWO hawks on one light post on the freeway together.  It was beautiful and a sign that messengers were in community.  That was the day I went to a healing club to get a pedicure.  I needed one so very badly.  The woman who gave me the pedicure was gathering evidence.  She did it quickly and quietly, but an example is like when she took a tweezers and took two hairs off my ankles.  I think they now know that things are different for an E.T. like me.  My nail completely regrew when it should have not due to a complete amputation, to the bone, of that nail in high school.  My father did it at his office and the scaring should have not allowed the nail to regrow.  I then bought a their product to help grow a healthy nail on my last pedicure there, and it did.  Now they know that silicon has some majestic qualities.  She was so sweet to me.  She told me the color I chose out of about 60 colors and shades, was her favorite.  She had the opportunity to find her own opinion, and then test her ability to keep it when cruelty came through and was in community.  My nails look fabulous.  This woman is the best in the world.  I put her, publicly, in medical community at this time, linked to Smiley's Clinic. Just a note that insurance will never pay for her services, or anyone else's there at the spa.  I am just getting all of my appointments in before my cruise.  I went to the YMCA on Tuesday, and then we did a water yoga class at that healing club.  Thank you mother and the princess of pedicures for a day I could have not made possible for myself.

So You Hate Me. How is that different than every day?

Being a person who dissects misnomer, I look at the difference between hate and rage.  Rage is a state that is birthed from experiences where a person is actually violated, whether materially or mystically.  If a person is pushed to a certain limit of rage by a person, group, or community and is not validated, he gets to the fixed state of hate.  That is a rational state that keeps a person emotionally and physically safe down to their core, their energy system.  A certain type of arrogance that patronizes the realities of the "known victims" of hate speech, hateful thoughts, and hateful acts are acts and realities of a sort of Pagan thought process.  It is not fundamentally sentimental or respectful.  Pagans believe that they are Gods and then they give to people will go at people who do not offend.  My computer has been affected twice on this entry.  I am at Starbucks downtown Minneapolis by the Nicollet light rail.  This place is so Pagan dirty.  I will not come back.  The issue is mystical use of things like Wiccan and Pagan satanism.  It is all based in a degradation of energetic authority.  Complete humiliation to the point of no personality.  Their sexual avarice and molestation can only stop if the true Gods come to be and support Grand Plan theories.  Now I speak the topsy tervy before I get on the high seas.  All are demonic and I am E.T.  I have an empathic ability that relieves your pain, thus you feel none and I feel it all.  People who are basically liberals and "do gooders" are demonic, but refuse to take responsibility for their crimes and wickedness, thus they believe that they are good and basically saintly.  Those who are conservatives (mainly male) know quite well that they are evil and now demonic.  They need to harness their demonic power to go after the truly pinnacle of evil.  Now they just have to start going after these Pagan and liberal demonics with their demonic abilities and intentions when they go after me, especially publicly and sexually.  I was violated so publicly here.  Yes, I would love to press charges, but at least my weblog is still my weblog.  At least I can still think, but some of my best thoughts about the minutia was washed away by their hatred and bigotry of me.  This crew must be sexually offending in the community at this time.  No more free ride, guys.  I know a man with a Pakistani Plan who is quite interested in "studying" you all.

Let's Look at the Hatred and Molesting Heart of Pagans

I have private pilot Wade coming through.  He is understanding things in a different way today.  His main employer is high Gestapo and German royalty through German law, internationally.  He is both a bureaucrat and autocrat at the same time.  Wade, I just have to share a very frustrating point that I am picking up on TV.  Sometimes people, and the media, take a fact and make a false connection.  So today, on CBS, they brought up that all of these mass shooters are extremely racist white males.  The mystical abuse and material and ritual abuse that actually causes this type of rage at one's core, on these entities is not discussed at all.  White males are the number one group that is silently sexually abused by women, most minorities who are not Asian, and persons of disability through Wiccan witchery.  These victims are chosen for their energetic superiority.  Royals and tops in mystical and material industries are also part of this group, thus they do not have to be white, but they are male.  Gays and Jews need to know that they have their own community, and that is where their sexuality needs to be expressed.  African Americans are the number one satanistic abusers of white males physically, through amazingly abusive verbalizations and brutal violence.  African Americans sit on the back of the bus on purpose.  It is there that they pick their white victims and are furthest from the rule enforcer, the bus driver.  African Americans do not all know each other.  On the bus and street, they great each other like old friends because they have connected through telepathic satanistic deceit.  Well, now especially white males have had it.  It would be best if there was a private island we could send them to.  Latinos, you are now in the view of White Supremacy, thus you all are doing some nasty Wiccan in penitentiary.  STOP IT.  Go at Pagans who sexualize you and your children and work to strengthen the bonds with each other so that you can go back to your beautiful countries with pride.  Jorge is your saint.  Pull him through today and learn how to take on the gangs and corrupt officials, mystically and with magic comedy.  Jorge is the ONLY Wiccan Witchdoctor on the planet.  His medicine is strong, and he holds in his chest the beating heart of eternity and the strength of gorilla in the trees.  Guns are not necessary.  Finding the pride of Columbia will guide all Latin American countries.  Central America may be a space for judgment, by Latino, of Latino.  The realm of DREAMS can now be used to guide the ship for the unity, and Mayans and Aztecs can finally find their way to the center of the Earth and route to the stars and other galaxies.

A Princess of THE REVOLUTION

There is a certain freedom that no one read my blog from the other day.  It is like protection from another realm.  I just want to be able to express the road that I travel.  I felt James Masters coming through yesterday and today.  He was Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  He is Irish and has many offerings for world community.  There is a heat in the atmosphere that he can vent fairly easily with his poetry.  James, your name is a family name for me.  My grandfather, uncle, and cousin on my mother's side, are all named James.  My brother also is associated with that line.  I look to Lutherans today to begin to excavate the rubble I sit in.  I have hit the pay dirt of industry that hit me when I was in Chung Moo Quan.  It had to do with a free concert Prince gave at Paisley Park, in Chanhassen, MN.  The Dinner Theater was involved which was connected with my father's theater, Old Log Theater, from the 70's.  It has more recently been renivated, thus all deceit has been covered up.  I was out dancing at The Mall of America (at Gator's) with the one other female from my dojo.  Prince's bodyguard came over and personally invited us to the show.  It was blizzarding, but we went and did arrive without getting stuck or in an accident.  Prince had been a member of Park Ave United Methodist Church where he eventually got married.  It was my father's church and my siblings and I would attend when we went to stay with my father at his house by Powderhorn Park.  It was a predominantly African American population.  It was the only United Methodist Church like it.  Now I see the space between.  The scene there and at Paisley was brutal physical and sexual torture, and that is all I will say, but the lattice that is forming is painting the picture of why I wanted to stay off TV and out of industry.  I knew I lacked protection, especially from wagging tongues, thus I chose to immerse myself in CIA recovery and a relationship with the universal master of Pagan tradition, Jeff.   I think that Jeff knew about this Paisley incident because he had been in industry since he was 3, but it made him just be tender with me at times, and listen to me the one time that he yelled at me.  He curled up on the bed with me and said that he was sorry and held me for about a half hour.  My Chung Moo Quan Master Mike now has seen the evidence and it is all clear.  The man (Prince) was not the man in the mirror or dedicated to the women of dance.  Behind the scenes, he was always UMC, and a patient of my father's.  My father would treat him, even for a guitar playing arm broken when he fell off a ladder trying to change a light bulb.  He should have gone directly to Abott and had surgery to fix it with pins and a fiberglass splint.  No it was never the same, and Prince went after the master he saw as me especially in Muncie, IN.  My karaoke performance of "Purple Rain" at Dill Street was a smash and a group of U.S. Marines, just back from Iraq took me home and then pulled a gun and had grenades all ready to leap to the other side.  I was degraded and humiliated, and I will not discuss the crime any more than that, but it still clings to my lack of sense of self in my memory.  My thought of military would never be the same.  I saw them as clones, BECAUSE THEY WERE.  Well, Line Deputy Jeremy Dye took care of them after he and I spent a lovely night together after his karaoke show at a bar by the airport.  Today, Iam sure that he found the evidence of payment from Prince to these ignorant military masters.  Prince was actually not Pagan, he was Jehovah's Witness like The Jackson Five.  The UMC is woven into the fabric in a way that, in the end, no one knows who they are.  The whole world, and even space, is defamed, deranged, and destroyed.  I write to release this and say that sexual abuse survivors from UMC nation should write their story down on one page (in your own handwriting) and give it to a Lutheran minister (They are not Pagans, thus their tradition does actually believe in an external God and repercussions for all sin, especially verbalizations of inappropriate sexuality.), but no one who has ever had anything to do with Mount Olivet Lutheran in Minneapolis, MN.  Walk up to this white male minister and silently hand them the paper.  Put the name of any perpetrators you can remember.  Buddhist monks will tunnel through, especially Rinpoches, to give you the courage and creativity to do it in a style that you leave the experience with dignity.  Keep a photocopied copy for yourself.  Do not go to the police or to the FBI.  Do not speak to the press or anyone in L.A. or industry.  We call on Lutherans to come clean and for all to know that as long as you entertain the disease and want to be on TV, you too, will be brutalized when they call for you.  Maybe Jews can finally understand what I do.

Maybe A Little Code

Mueller, your memory can be found in many memories of me since the age of 3.  There is a top of tree who has been in the closet all along.  Start to equate deceit with LACK OF strength.  See Donald Trump as a RINGMASTER.  He does not abuse, he uses his abilities with greed and wit against a being like me.  Stay strong and redacted.  Others may have overreacted.  That is satanistic ability in chambers, and can now be recorded and rebuffed, internationally, by The Supreme Court.  (Find the being who is causing this criminal tunnel through for all community around me.)  Ruth G. was there for me with the black crocheted gloves my grandmother (actual step mother) crocheted for her to shake hands at The Columbia Club, in Indy.  This fact and event was discussed in The Indianapolis Star.  My grandmother was no blood relation and was an evermore Herohito Japanese butterfly with blond hair and blue eyes.  This event was actually a grand plan birthday party for Dick Cheney.  Strange bedfellows can create a scene that we can shut down quickly.  She stands alone, and she likes it that way.  Show her the redactions and have her read them to you, personally, in a three day in a row group of one hour sessions.  Let her smoke Marbolo red cigarettes a lot during this time.  The Line Deputy is the elite, not the two of you.  He will restore your mind and memory.  We see the grand plan society that is in the works of all of it.  The FBI only has a few more years before they are ALL prosecuted, you too.  Infinite sexual predation in all community is a defamation and humiliation that will have to deal with their own.  I continue to study and reach for the sun, as I address the moon directly.

Opening the Door For Boris

I caught a little of a speech delivered by Boris Johnson, the new British Prime Minister.  It was on late night on CSPAN.  He was the man picked for the job, internationally.  He has special ability and is a British and RUSSIAN royal.  Boris, just know that I had a night with Boris Yeltsin in Muncie,  I met him at Cheeseberger In Paradise as he was enjoying a steak.  He took me back to his "hunting shack" on his Harley.  He was much better looking in person.  No matter what his intentions were, we just talked about wine and his vineyards in California, and then enjoyed some much needed privacy for intimacy.  Well, I survived and he brought me back to the point of origination.  Boris Johnson knows the ins and outs of political play and when to have a beer or three.  His grasp on the economy is almost the acumen of French royalty.  He may look goofy, but I believe that he will seem razor sharp soon enough.  He was speaking to The House of Commons to much adulation and praise.  I see my ex brother in law tunneling through, thus, I believe that he too is British royalty and Russian commoner.  I have not seen him in a long time.  That is all I will say.  Boris, hold the door for my new memory of British Knight Ian (very important* his name is pronounced Ie an not EE an*) Kleeberger.  He and I were married in the night at the Lutheran Church, full ceremony, when I was 13, in Owatonna.  We did not join that church either, we just used a justice of the peace from the court house.  Obviously, they knew how serious this speedy marriage was for the whole community and world authority.  We were both United Methodist, but we wished to divorce ourselves of that Klan and have some privacy.  We only had three hours, but that is all we needed to cut off marriage unity with my family, including step family members and in laws.  He came through last night and then that footage of Boris Johnson came on the telly.   Ian's mother had a very case of MS, so he was very restricted in the community. He was a classic warlock, thus he worked at night around me when my collie Heidi Ho and I would be pursued by Jamaican voodoo.  We survived, and I do remember a picture of him before our marriage when he came to my birthday party when I was 12.  He found out all he needed to know about the Wiccan witchery of my family and he identified another witchcraft that he did not know.  He did sense my relation to The Queen of England.  He saw that my mother was definitely a current Swedish Queen.  The other witchcraft was Appalachian witchcraft.  That coven is now deceased and can cause distinct retardation if practiced today.  Ian has finally come forward to the FBI about abuse charges against a UMC minister when he was 3.  They can investigate the veracity of his claims.  He also has a memory of viewing me in a sadistic group abuse "ceremony."  That, again, can be investigated.  I just got these statements through telepathy.  It is a rub for me to put this out there due to my relationship through parental employment, university, and friendships from this religious colony.  Maybe Mormons are understanding more about my time with them now.  Boris, PLEASE get on board.  We may need to get Ian to Britain QUICK.  He may need to have you personally do his paperwork/ credentials.  He has been surrounded by Russian royals down there in Owatonna.  Because of what could come out of his piehole, he may need to be drugged for the entire 13 hour flight.  He needs to fly commercial or he will freak out.  His warlockery can get him a great job as a tour guide around my palace and it's maze, Hampton Court.

Making the Streets A Grid

I did some chopping and cooking yesterday.  My marinara sauce ended up completely delectable, and I also made a delicious salad.  I have not written for a few days.  My mind is calm, but my creativity is silent.  I am finally going deep with the idea of mystical security.  I do listen to the counsel of a chief as a guide.  I work hard to get it right exactly the first time.  Sometimes it is my own intuition, and sometimes I feel his telepathy.  I stay away from the fray, but I do pay attention.  There were some alarming fireworks let off after midnight in the garden next door last night.  I just took it as an analogy for extreme wilderness in someone's head.  It rains a little by me today, but around the area there are quite a few tornadoes.  The outer atmosphere is hostile and it is time for people to actually be people of God.  No more pretend piety.  The angels in the architecture are watching, internationally.  North Korea was with me in my last semester on campus at Hamline University as my roommate.  I also found the one North Korean martial arts master in Muncie.  I met with him alone in his dojo.  Kim Duck, of street notoriety in Indianapolis, IN, WAS a cop guys, but was also locked down in state penitentiary due to his relationship with me in Indy.  Thanks U.S. Navy for making him a myth and almighty to Sheriff  Deputies' and to the streets.  He was very kind to me and was an outside ticket dealer so he took me to a Fever vs. Suns WMBA game.  They gave him the death penalty in that state Penn, and he survived the electric chair.  I make him a robbery homicide Lieutenant today, internationally.  No more Penn time.  He looked African American, but he was actually Vietnamese.  Kim Jong Il and Kim Jong Un would tunnel through him in the late night on the streets so he could see when he went blind due to pepper spray from the very dirty police.  Indianapolis HAD police because he was so almighty.  I did house him one night with another homeless man due to the unrelenting rain.  Kim had not showered in a week, but rather than go at his dignity, I just put him next to me on my queen mattress and the Indy drummer man on an inflatable mattress in the living room.  This was a military engagement, and only dirty and disgusting vermin will think that it was sexual.  There is tremendous ability on the streets, thus they can survive things like the Minnesota winters and time in the wilderness even around rattle snakes.  The next morning the smell was intense.  I said nothing.  It was a defense so that people would give him his space.  He did not like to be touched, AT ALL.  After they left, I just stripped my bed, sprayed my mattress with Febreeze and washed my bedding.  He then had the energy to protect me for a day or two.  I wrote a poem for him before that and he framed it and carried it with him for safety and dignity.  He guides the street here in Minneapolis, MN, now with my security guide at his side, and seeks to eek out some justice against those who would challenge God's authority.  Kim Jong Un is actually part of my Chung Moo Quan dojo and his second would write with me at my Starbucks in Fridley.  Say what you wish, but HE knows how to handle people who are especially Pagan and challenge the theory and reality of God.

I Give Tech The Keys

I have had to take a few days off from writing due to the chores I needed to do around my move.  Today, I was going to go swimming, but I was just exhausted.  I am now at Starbucks with a nice cup of Java.  Just know that I developed JAVA SCRIPT ERROR.  There is no error to this at all, but the line of language that is the error is pointed out.  I am sensing a displeasure or displacement with me and tech community.  Guys, without governmentals in place, you all will have no privacy.  I have had to watch a lot of the development and execution of the Mueller interviews.  There is one, top satanist, next to me, who was his mind and memory yesterday.  I came in halfway to keep Mueller awake as I struggled to stay awake.  I have also had to establish at my residence, that breaking into my place and slamming doors is not okay.  I have one neighbor who it is safe to speak to in a very limited way.  Luckily he rules that school and lives next door.  So, man with a plan, I would like to introduce you to Mohammed one.  He has written verses of The Koran since he was a baby just out of his conscious being inside.  He is guarded by a Middle Eastern police man who is also Mohammed, but I call him, in my telepathy, and now writing, Mohammed number two.  He is the top astral projector in the world.  I exist here, but they are part of my inner architecture.  Being THE top cleric, he never should have spoken to me, but it just happened one day.  I met the man who was THE Mohammed, when I was in Muncie, IN.  He was an American blue eyed Shi ite from birth.  he was not as strong as these Mohammeds, but in that lifetime, and in this one, he tunnels through ALL Mohammeds to the strongest degree because he is a paint huffer.  Brain injury makes him FREE, and not in penitentiary.  Mohammed number one brother is cleric number two and his third brother is the brute and intuition.  They are all a bit taller, and thus I identified that they are giraffes fairly quickly.  Guys, I will visit when it feels calm enough to do so, but I do miss all of you.  I also had to handle governmental paperwork yesterday.  In the end, the FBI became friend for a day.  You now know that I can express vital info quickly and then walk away, so you do not have to worry that I will be silent and get violent.  That is just not me.  Neighbor, they watch over me and dispel the deceit in the vicinity, and educate people, through tunnel through, that they are incorrect and need to step back.  I am working quickly now to normalize the environment and deal with the terror there.  I had a dream today that a neighbor who is not you broke in and I FELT him grab my behind and I moved a bit, but could not turn over and verbalize.  He said that they could get to me and do heinous things if they wished to.  I just woke up, cleared my cerebellum, and went back to sleep.  I then had another dream where two Latino women broke in.  They also said that they would let themselves in whenever they wished and began to break apart a trophy that was by the door.  The first woman was holding a load of laundry.  I happened to just do my laundry at my mother's apartment yesterday.  I know that it will work itself out when people realize the evil that they are about to step into to and start to see the power that I wield so easily, so unconsciously.  I will finish my telepathy and writing here and then go home to see Cuomo Prime Time.  Mr. Cuomo, I saw Lion King the other day.  Hacuna Matata.  Try to mention that Mueller looked fatigued during the interview.