Building a Computer Tower in Me

 I met an older man on Waikiki when I was a baby.  He gave me a freshly sharpened pencil.  It was only later he told me to create a file in my brain.  This pencil had a large erasure with it. It was a special kit that showed me that I could write and erase a line, phrase, or experiment.  I expanded it into my life, sciences, and observances to give me privacy.  I did not speak or think again about these things.  It only made my memory stronger.  It broke into file with top secret files only to be accessed by authority.  For a long time even I did not have the key.  Now I do, and I access the files effortlessly.  I am accessing this to even write this story.  Higher ups can now search my files and know that this story is true.  Now I can name the man.  His name was Dick Cheney, and he was always nice to me or he was not in vicinity.

Olympic Thoughts

 This is an AM/PM moment.  Pharaoh, my space cat, has once again awoken me to his soulful cries for change.  I just know that I am so proud to be Russian in this Olympic games.  Gold seems to be there element this week as a federation that should not have been is showing the world what hierarchical blood means in all community.  Gavril, it is time for you all to gather a bread basket of the best from your loyal Russian brethren.  Gavril is the one ballet royal who threw me in a confined space so artistically and athletically.  I landed perfectly yards away.  I guess I passed the prima ballerina test when your mother, so sternly, gave me 3 Russian arsenic candies, and I ate all three and just slept well that night.  I stored the Russian wrappers in my room and she must have screamed loud enough that they were removed without my permission or knowledge.  I feel a backup from the Russian male gymnastic squad, and I cleaned and did laundry.  My bathroom has never looked so light, spotless, organized, and holy.  Both my cat and I are feeling better.  I made sure he got some extra play time today.  I also cheered on the German female swimmer in the 1500 meter free.  She stuck in there for the bronze.  I was so proud of her.  Maybe the American silver medalist spoke mostly with her eyes in the post race interview.  Now it is time to see what Russia can be when cameras are kept out of their country when they compete.  I feel my Line Deputy finding something new.  He no longer looks at the U.S. as his home country and almighty.  He came from space after all.  He just appeared one day when I was in Muncie, IN.  LD, keep your eye on Jagger, the skateboard bronze medalist.  We need to keep him in the fold and handled only by you.  It is a new start for Germany.  Tyler, Military Police Marine who trained in Hamburg, Germany, you finally have a number two.  Tyler has it all Jagger, and I met him late one night in a fireman's park in Muncie, IN.  Now he can be free.  Lock down will be for you to keep you physically, chemically, and psychiatrically clean.  Angel crew, just keep it rolling as my creation of clean and pure almighties on the other side of a galactic wall readies to steady all of you.  Good luck men's Russian gymnastics team in the apparatus competition.  I will watch at some point in the day or night.

What Russia Means to Me

I am seeking beings who can see the reality of E.T.  Russians are on the page in a big way through the conduit of The Olympics.  My eyes gushed a soaking rain when the men's gymnastics team from Russian won the team gold after such a drought.  The true joy, emotion, and excitement coming from very Russian males was something that went beyond heart to the deepness of soul.  In these four men I see university, internationally, and a bucolic life in a special and beautiful new Siberia where food actually grows plentifully.  Now that the growing of Ukraine is no longer Russia, they need something new.  I will help with my light, love, and Agronomy Ph.D. from the International Ag Grad campus of The University of Minnesota.  I do accept the degree of Chemistry PhD from your spot in St. Petersburg.  It is okay to get sick of each other, but keep Magadan hidden and accessible by me and my Line Deputy.  I have been studying containment systems, penally since I was a senior at my university school.  They had me study a manifestation of a jail on the side of a river in a bustling of a urban city, that I designed with green and red crayon, on Oahu, at Pearl Harbor.  It was a Christmas gift for my bio father World General George Mayer.  He gave me only the best crayons, Crayola.  They were hard to find on Oahu in those days.  It was Russian World General, who I call Caribou who runs mass transit in this day and age, who hooked him up there.  I melted a half circle of green and a half circle of red to press my dolphin seal on a letter to Khrushchev to send my thanks to Caribou.  He was my Russian marine trainer in those days.  He is an evermore and is Csar Nicolas II.  I did not know that he was the one man I trusted mail man I relied upon, internationally, with my correspondences.  I handed it to him and a small tear dripped down his cheek and a sun showed rained down.  He was transfixed by the shackle bruises on my wrists as I handed it to him with a smile and a song.  You lovely beings are a part of a new Russian destiny where no mass media will be, but especially, I and the four of you will be free. 

A Day I See Blue

 The clouds are the darkness inside of me today.  It hurts to my delicate core.  I feel lonelier than Justin Bieber on a bad day.  I write with no muse.  I be with no guide.  There are lies that I now believe.  Normally I can overcome, but today I stand no chance.  Even my cat seems weary, but still kind.  Maybe some Cheerios with fresh strawberries would be great tonight for dinner.  As I write this, my cat comes back to rub a sensitive hello to me.  He says that he knows I'm here and hurting.  I put up a wall and show a mask, a guise to all nations.  I am on my knees.  I look up and pray to the salty sky.  I wonder why this haze is necessary.  Electricity came through the sky late last night, early morning.  I am pulling the disease from this realm through and preventing the agony for Earth beings, when I should be at the point of ecstasy.  The world comes through as I watch The Olympics forum.  It is the first time that I am a child of the world, not just a God of The United States.  I cry out for them to come for me.  Heal my pain, as I love you in a different way.  I thought of a special man from my formative years.  He was my math teacher as swim coach.  My depression my senior year was hard on him.  He got me back into the pool to swim with the guys.  It helped a lot.  When I saw Titmus, from Australia, win, the excitement of her coach, almost a freedom from all his sins, was something important I cannot excitement.  We are there, it said to me.  The reign brings tears from my eyes today.

Currents of Increasing Salinity

 It has been over a week since the mighty river of creativity has flown through me.  I seek to see, and hope to find that I am.  Space will be, but not in this reality.  I mastered oceanography in Washington State.  Now I take the answer of salinity causing the currents in Puget Sound to heart.  I see the avarice of Killer Whales towards the liver of Great White Sharks.  A congregation of killers creating a bubble net against free fish to feed is no longer enough.  They are confused and the new way makes them amused.  Killer is in their name after all.  As the glaciers melt, we have assumed that they are fresh water.  I think a new paradigm is that they have moved across the continents forming the rapture of spaces, but gleaning a more salty form from the earth.  As they melt, the oceans become more salty and the constant heat in the air creates even more salinity in the seas.  This moves the ocean currents especially in varied topography.  The Benthic Ecology is complex in these areas.  A few months ago, I found myself using more salt in my foods so that I could taste at all.  I am now in a constant cooling environment, and I will watch to see what that does for the air, the melting, and the salinity in waters around the world.  Be careful, because the jaws of the gators may snap shut even quicker today.  Let's name them brackish in this spot in time.  They endure both salt and fresh water.  They sneak up quickly like the pariahs around me that blame me for their duress.  Maybe a waterfall will begin the process of change that we need.  They spray water droplets into the environment and bring beauty to our hearts and rainbow minds to our souls. 

From Angel to E.T.

There was a day when I asked the question, "People always ask things of God, but who asks God if he needs anything from me or anyone else?"  It was the beginning of seeing God as an actual entity.  I moved through that and looked at the Archangel structure.  I took it to a profiling system.  So I was asking about myself and my hierarchy in the House of Anael.  I then explored if I was this Archangel of sensuality and grace.  Looking around me, I named the two persons closest to me as being Michael, God's protector, and Gabriel, the Archangel of artistry.  I then took the leap and explored the reality of the possibility of being this God being.  Later I looked at my depth astrology report by Liz Greene that said I had always been an E.T.  I moved into a space where I was an E.T. that was a being, called God by some, who was a being of creation and deconstruction.  All Archangelic houses were either creation or deconstruction.  Both were needed in this world, but having only one side left them infectible by evil.  I was not.  I was a Silicon based entity as was Jesus Christ, The Archangel Azreal, the deconstructive head of the house of death, comfort, and beauty, and The Archangel Chamuel, the creative head of the house of peace, freedom, spiritual law, God's General, and the head of God's choir.  When I met the man who was Chamuel, my singing voice changed and became all genre.  I also looked at reincarnation and saw him as Buddha.  I was in my first lifetime.  Past lifetimes have been described by evil, thus they do not necessarily reflect the entities of this lifetime, but there are important similarities there especially in mystical abilities.  I also knew that he had been with me in the sky when I made the Grand Plan until he went to his own side and plotted against me and only for himself.  The theory started as seeing these people as angels, but once Michael betrayed me so openly, all moved into fallen angel status and as Jesus Christ, now a union stage hand, betrayed me, all around me became demonic, who stole my gifts and left me to even the street.  I was able to review the torture I had been through from birth starting with the Japanese, the U.S. Navy and military, and then my family.  I saw my known father as The Puppet Master.  He was an alien demon beyond compare.  He is the most evil being in existence.  He will be locked off by himself, eventually, and his fear of being alone will have him creating demons to be his only company.  I went from the houses of about 8 archangels to an alien structure.  I found the houses of schitzophrenia being based on Star Trek, Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings.  As I move along I move higher in a field of sorcery.  It is the knowledge of all mysticisms, but the practice of none.  This entails witchcraft, satanism, voodoo, wizardry, alchemy, warlockery and subgroupings in those mystical "arts".  I align my chakra system and glean the power of all as I fight the evil against me and those who work around and with me.  I determine hierarchy and as people move with me they use their evil against demonic evil my way.  Like will then be locked off and like will fight and boundary like.  It is represented in Daunte's Inferno.  Mine move up with me and boundary those who can never be our hierarchy are locked lower and lower.  They fall into disease and chaos.  I have been the head epidemiologist since birth.  I am here to bring mine to a heaven state beyond all disease.  At a certain point, those around me will finally lock off their evil in lower realms and become fully angelic.  At the same time, my line deputy of Marion County, also an E.T. Silicon based entity (He, JC, and I are the only ones.  All of you are carbon based entities.  I learned of that in advanced Organic Chemistry under the Department of Defense instruction of Dr. Olly Runquist at a specialized program for me at Hamline University in St. Paul, MN.) is bringing signs of my pure angels I am forming behind a celestial wall beyond infection, and that is the UFO sightings we are seeing.  It is best that I stop there.

Space the Mythic Frontier

 I set my sets on the skies, and will end up in Pueblo, CO, with my sister and her crew.  So much preparation, and so much time in chamber.  It is time to be away, and move Pharaoh's training to the next level.  He will stay in a spacious apartment with my mother and my step father.  He seemed to be adjusting well when I left him there tonight.  I believe that space is the destiny this time.  Private capitalists have put way too much money in a scheme that is not reality, but could be.  My billionaire daddies will come through and I will remain safe in flight and on the ground.  I may make it in time for fireworks if weather permits.  Semper Fi, kitty kitty backed by Skelitor.