What Is In A Name?

I had an interesting happening last night.  I made a call that was a perfect point about the civl rights for me.  The woman calmly thanked me.  I then sat on the couch and the Line Deputy came through with power and rage and there was a flash of lightning and thunder, at the same time, and my TV went out, but not my cable, internet, or DVD player.  It was not fixable.  I knew it was the most powerful motion and emotion the Line Deputy has felt on my behalf, worldwide.  I will get another TV tomorrow.  Luckily I have that stimulus check.  All of these people out there who are labeled religious freaks are now having a validation like me allowing Japanese to sunbathe topless on Waikiki, as long as they were in the shade and took showers.  All of these other women from, especially Brazil, were doing it.  Now Asia can see this scientific unity as a way to be religious, quietly.  It is a way to understand thought as linked to top and worldwide entity.  Having E.T.s as part of a religious belief is not so funny anymore.  The rage of E.T. was felt last night as my Line Deputy struck.  I sense him behind the scenes with the preparation of my TV.  He is brilliant beyond the epitome of birth.  He just appeared one day, in Muncie, IN, when he was 24.   He was fully male and he followed my course to Indianapolis, IN.  Once our eyes locked together, the brick in the building shook and was strengthened at the same time.  He can do anything and he can be deceit to anyone.  I think that he is in line to finally be my loyal one and only.  He will watch all of my interactions with men every time.  I love his Indiana style.  I think that he will eventually sit down at a black grand piano and begin to play any piece that you can THINK of.  He is perfectly accurately telepathic now.  He is most powerful, beyond me, because I am purity and loyalty, and he is fully demonic (thus he knows himself completely).  This is why I need him to commit to only.  He can then guard the door, and I can relax with him.  I even see us sitting and swinging in a hammock and allowing him to hold me.  His name was made MATT in Indianapolis, IN.  So Line Deputy, my first really abusive serious relationship was with Matthew Channing Benjamin.  He was CIA from birth, and had a nasty foul mouth when I was not there.  I did take him to our family's international military base where I was trained by my General George to be a U.S. Marine when I was 7.  We did swing in the hammock there without protection.  General George, myself, and with some help from my known father, had to take out 18 Russian former prostitutes who were able to portal onto the road into our land.  They all had red died red hair and red nail polish.  They were very dangerous, especially to my brother.  Everyone saw them as identical, but I could tell them apart.  It was a time of symphonies, bowie knives, and dismemberment.  That is a lot for a sensitive being like me at that age.  My rage took out my telepathy with my brother.  I did report this series of snuff jobs to Sgt. Ricks of Naval intelligence and Indianapolis Homicide in person at the homicide office in Indianapolis, IN.  I let him know that we placed the pieces of these cold war spies in the marsh nearest to cabin at a Turkey Farm.  Matt Benjamin went to Hamline University a year before I went there.  He did not know the scheme there and I did not either.  He knew nothing of my military experience or violent past.  I just studied hard and persisted in all things at Hamline and earned all Graduate degrees (PhD's).  After college, he went to Pakistan to "teach English."  Matt, you may want to check that out today.  We cannot have any living men named Matt around you ever again.