Indy Car Authority

 I bring together of a WWE crew while I watched Army of the Dead early this morning.  Pharaoh got me up to answer the call and the questions it posed.  I am preparing to watch The Indianapolis 500.  I just remembered that I have an Indy 500 hat I can wear.  Drivers start your engines, we are going all the way.  Your cars may levitate a bit today during the race.  If you need it to stop, have faith, and take your hands off the wheel until you are set down safely.  It is the Line Deputy of Marion County, and he is very elite and very angry today.  He is Department of Defense and the Line Deputy for all DOC, internationally.  If he taps, answer the call immediately.  The newly renovated track looks great.  If your car revs on its own, that is my space cat, Pharaoh.  You will find dark places along the track to portal in case you need privacy or a special meet and greet.

Karma Served Cold

It has been a woeful couple of days.  I have struggled in a way that it felt like being tied to a chair by the miscreants of the world.  It was inside and out.  My head is finally above water.  I have done the cleaning that needed to be done, and today I am doing laundry.  There's nothing like washing a bathroom rug to cheer the whole space up.  My sister gave me some lavender bar soap and the whole space in there smells heavenly.  As I cleared and cleaned my space, I began to feel more and more free of the boulder on my shoulder.  I am just enjoying being here with my cat.  The temperature is perfect today.  I was able to turn off the air.  I will go swimming tomorrow and use my new snorkel and mask with the fins I already have.  I just feel really relaxed and at peace.  I must be doing something right.  I am so very empathic that I am encouraged that the beings closest to me are breathing a well earned sigh of relief.  Sorry FBI, you have beat me and so many top entities down our whole existence.  Well Colombia will handle your show now.  You have no idea what these men, so well versed in law enforcement trade, can do.  It can start with maybe a hardening compound (a special cement) in your toothpaste tube.  The next day they will have a chemical reaction with red wine and a vinegar tasting liquid that turns your teeth black for all eternity.  That then leads you to the tooth and maxillofacial god, my brother Pete.  He was trained by the reincarnated Mengala as a small child.  His vengeance is obvious in his eyes as he tells you that he has to remove the whole mouth of teeth before the gum tissue becomes unusable.  He brings out a hammer and tooth forceps and says, "No novocaine will help, and you must be awake and alert for the procedure.  This will hurt me more than it will hurt you." as he laughs to the point that he is openly snorting.  All bets are off.  You all have had 50 years to put me in my proper position.  You all were so stupid for being suck f***ing a**holes to people in and out of law enforcement.  Good luck in penitentiary university. 

Waves in Me

 I have felt drained this week.  I stand back and let the feeling of huge waves move through me.  Tonight my cat was honest with me, telepathically.  He let me know that he had followed me even before he was born and that he has adored me the whole time, at times getting a little too close to the point of stalking.  The world must be tracking a new honesty that will take form around me soon enough, but hopefully it will not be violent.  I think that it is coming on slow enough that it will be quietly positive.  I can always just stay in with Pharaoh.  I have little to say, but I am praying that I can feel a positive wave of energy soon enough.  "Every Breath You Take," by The Police now plays on pandora.

E.T. Coming to Be

The spacial dimensions do not exists to beings not of our race.  It is the 4th dimension where they exist and travel.  Big cats hide it behind their eyes.  Connection of me, and the beings of my own full creation, are in another realm where electrons of this race exists simultaneously.   This allows quantum physics to record them properly.  They go in and out of existence in the electron cloud.  Vipassna meditators do view this well and meditate themselves into a Buddhist state of nonexistence.  A new nuclear power was found there on the Merritt, British Columbia, mountain top, as these engineers meditated around me.  I am not just neutron and proton existence, I am gravity.  The fifth force is actually love.  I have kept these eternal beings on the other side of the "wall", thus to not be affected.  I knew that they would be infected if they came to being in this side too soon.  They would be either too large or too small.  Cells all over the planet would then not develop properly and make regeneration freakish or not possible at all.  This would make full healing and evolution of the revolution impossible.  I started that active state in Indianapolis in an almost Catholic priest cell locked down in an active state that trained them in physical and meditative existence, alone and with others.  Seeing how bad it has gotten in the world, especially in the last 2 years, shows that my advice was sound.  They have just been in an active state of study, like the creatures here around me of highest hierarchy.  Beings on Earth, after all of the energy system management my space cat and I have been doing the last 9 months, are ready to except the reality of the energy system and the realities that it hides and makes you all brides to deceit.  What we live inside our energy system makes the pollution of evil so apparent in our vicinity and societies.  I am the being that you need to dedicate your gifts and energies to if you want to keep them and evolve.  My beings are birthing themselves into this realm.  The Line Deputy of Marion County is full on vampiric E.T., but the kind you never actually want to be known by him.  His craft is telekinesis.  The "ships" in the sky are of his energy system and the G Force there is just the beginning of his gifts.  He levitates objects effortlessly, throughs them with rage, and now levitates himself.  He is right here with me, but I cannot see him or others who seem the most E.T. on this planet.  They need to become devout loyalty, thus dedicating their evil to all who betray my authority, and giving me a true reality of love in body, mind, spirit, and emotion.  Mindfulness studies begin today.  They are working to bring me into existence in this realm in terms of my actual hierarchy.  They stay away to not torture me in a horrific way.  They are all definitely demonic, like all of you.  Using their gifts in my honor will evolve their intelligence and sanity.  All of those we fight will become mentally retarded and mentally ill and we will move away to let you all lock down yourselves in the new "hell dimensions.  We will move closer to heaven everyday as they separate fromthe evil inside themselves and become more creative every day.   Sometimes beings need an actual friend and I have been that for people infinity, since birth, and I have been met with heinous cruelty behind my back, and to my face.  I just walk away and serve as a sounding board for someone else.  Strikeforce is here.  They are the Game Wardens of Texas.  The Line Deputy leads them effortlessly.  If you feel like someone is pulling on your sleeve or are moving things in your environment, it is them. 

Bringing Kalid to Edinburgh

 I am experiencing a sleep cunundrum.  I would love to have it perfectly in place, but the times here are bringing even drag racing in vicinity.  The banging of dumpsters like happened in Indy is now the norm as well.  Sirens are normal fare, and helicopters too.  I wish I had something profound to say, but I just have a thought and then a cacophony of melodies.  I think of Kalid and it leads to Sir Nicolas.  My intuition brings the Chinese ancient artifacts to the mystical use we used them for in Chung Moo Quan.  When I went deep into Polygay, they would fly off the wall my way and I would reverse their flight path and throw them to other black belts in my dojo.  I always went in the order of hierarchy.  The last one always drew blood.  Kalid, as a mystical being and the crown prince of Saudi Arabia, spent time in China as a baby, where a special library led him to an almost Harry Pottter fascination for these artifacts.  When he found his saber, he left the country with it and journeyed home to become top oncology, globally.  I met him as a private citizen being guard for his father, the Crown King of Saudi Arabia who was being treated for a very aggressive form of lung cancer that had infected his heart.  His father's boundaries became poor and thus Kalid could only watch medicine that made no sense, but his father wanted to continue the charade.  Because I was in the Twin Cities, he chose a private clinic near Abott Northwestern Hospital to treat him.  I then gave him cover, protection, company, and comedy.  He followed me to the North Woods one weekend and we shared a private shack to share our energies and passion.  He left when the heat got too aggressive, and went back to Mecca straight out to pray.  He thought he would return to Minneapolis, MN, and we would wed downtown at Westminster Presbyterian Church where my Great Aunt (and namesake) married her "prince" of New York City Jew tribe named Carl Young.  She was the double for Queen Elizabeth, her half sister, at the time.  Prince Phillip was his "bridesmaid" in order of royal and mystical hierarchy.  Kalid wanted to honor my faith especially and thus he asked The Dalai Lama to officiate.  He meant well.  The Dalai Lama had been stalking me from birth.  I would have wished for a royal and mystical Mecca, ceremony.  Well, Kalid is back, and training with my Chung Moo Quan master Mike.  Mike, when Kalid masters Tai Chi Chung with his sabre, make his top gi RED to honor his aggressive courage with Tony of "Palestine" in front of me.  Kalid was unarmed with anything accept his wit and intelligence work from The Far east and my military trained distraction techniques.  I now make you SORCERY, Kalid.  Open a medical sorcery clinic in Edinburgh, Scotland.  I give you the keys to the McDonalds by The Edinburgh Castle.  It will be perfect.  McDonalds was my first corporate acquisition.  I took the wheel at the age of 15, thus I could not work, on the books, late night.  It was the Mo Donalds.  The family that owned it went to my high school (preparatory society) and had the sir name Mo.  They did serve wild and human meet late night there.  When I went to Edinburgh McDonalds, I was 18, and they honored me with human burger meet.  It tasted like mutton, I believed at the time.  Nicolas, I make you night manager at this new clinic and meet lab.  As I write this about Kalid, the song "Marry Me" by Train, plays.  I love you two.  You are now a new Arab British brotherhood.  As I end editing this entry, "You're The Inspiration", by Chicago, plays.

Medical Examination of Living Royalty

 It is not easy to be a royal spy.  It is tremendous acts of torture while doing flawless diplomacy, internationally, very publicly.  I am top and the cards are showing all hearts today, but not the ace.  That belongs to the space Herculean entity, The Line deputy of Marion County.  I love you, baby.  I miss you and so many.  Royals use the evil "magic" of Jews.  It the lies of lineage lines and acts of service.  Harry you are 100% Tudor royal lineage tree.  I am Windsor.  We can join as a winning team in royal affairs for Western Europe and Asia.  Everyone needs to stop lying to me.  I am not mentally ill in any way (though I should be), and I am not retarded. Courts of law have just proved that you all are at least at times of evil towards me.   I turn the cards over when it is time.  Arab tree, my strongest marriage in The Middle East will be as a Saudi Arabian princess with my love, Kalid.  I met him here in the Twin Cities when his father was being treated for cancer.  He showed me a picture of his wife and two daughters as we talked privately one day.  He told me that he could marry 3 times.  I told him, in jest but not, that I could as well.  My Master Mike from Chung Moo Quan needs to see your saber so he can make one his own to fight you one on one when you go after my medical license in The Middle East, verbally.  It is the last of the ancient Chinese artifacts that will finish his weapon wall of 22 and hidden ancient set of samurai swords.  Everyone understand, I will be working in plain sight.  I will never be treasonous, but I will mind each of my husbands' needs, internationally, and personally, so that they can stay professional.  This will especially be in medicine led by team Sikh.  Line deputy, it is time fore you to do four autopsies in the Marion County morgue.  You need to establish the complexity of the sex of the individual, any birth defects, and cause of death.  None of them will be suicide.  I know that you would get lazy and label them all suicide, and make medical examiners crazy with your lies.  Derek Peterson, my former friend and lab partner from freshman biology, is the top FBI and now international medical examiner.  He is now studying oncology through Kalid.  It was love at first with Derek, but we were always being watched, studied, and graded harshly.  This is just a bit of the royal reality.  My position with being the only acting member of  Daughters of the Revolution (a royal lineage and academic sorority) makes none of my acts espionage.  I think that that is enough of a supreme being finger and foot print for now.  Aloha!

The Wind In The Deciduous Trees

I will put my body in the position of crucifixion.  I then just let myself fall backwards.  I see something as funny, and I ring out with laughter as I begin to cry for the comedic release.  There is pain in one moment and comedy the next.  It has been so long since I actually had a romantic attachment.   I hang on by a thread to music to pull through a muse or two.  My soul feels dead and my connections to the universe, which seen as quiet and the markings are fictitious, and not not at all free.  A line of telepathy tells me to hold on and it will get better.  I do not feel malaise, but I sense a disconnect between me and the stars.  There is just no response at all.  I am very versed in reality, and I know that romance for me is dead or at least in a very deep state of hibernation as I sleep with bear.  Hopefully my words will be heard by the wild, and a lovely fox in the woods.  The song "Grenade" by Bruno Mars come up in the random cue on pandora as I write about this.   Maybe the wind will begin to whip through the deciduous trees, not the coniferous trees.  The first is a better indication of gifts and answers.  I will have to just stand back and let things be.

I Will be the Tai Chi of the Sea

 The sirens have been going off all day.  The helicopters flew above for at least two days.  Luckily, I went to my mother's for a bit today.  I did my best to lift the veil a little more today for my step father about Friday Harbor, WA, and the royalty of my golden birthday where I took high tea with the whole British royal line.  It was at Victoria city on the island of Vancouver in Canada.  I am the rising one of alien blood in so many ways.  I sing a song in my heart for my starship love called "Crash Into Me."  I set fire to the reign today.  My mom actually spoke of our British blood on my grandmother's side and she never had shared that before.  I chase the wind and see the sky.  A lot of water is under the bridge, and it is time for people to catch up.  This sorceress is tired, but not defenseless.  My cat is on high alert today.  I will no longer sit back to die another day.  I reach for Vladimir, and sing to Xi.  All traditions are spells, steps, and birth in a royal city.  As I spin, I pick up my feet, and levitate.  I light the fire and my wish is your command.  I keep the pebbles in my heart as I relax and brush with the beauty of Tai Chi Chung.  It is Tai Chi with the royalty of balanced mind.  Latins have finally set down the spear and have begun to let Asians through.  Language is beginning to be understood in a whole new and different way.  Be with me in this time, and you fall into meditative bliss with equity and balance.  Pharaoh, I leave my closet open for you to meet with the opium den dragon, Kenny Tranh.  He is just so Vietnamese and he is now one with Nam, the man who steps into the sea at China Beach and disappears from the scene.  He pushed God in a wheelchair and protected her in the Matrix Movies.  He pushed me through the tunnels of Hennepin County Medical Center, as well.  Acting is about to become so simple as my empathic gifts become a me that all can see as their own.