Hawk and Dove

I am different today.  I know not why.  A little CIA in the Crock Pot and FBI in the laundry.  Special Forces is saved for dishes and cleaning the cat box.  My cat, Pharaoh, is high and holy royalty, actually.  I call to Chris of times of Muncie and Carmel, IN.  My vampiric baby teeth are coming in, and they are just for you.  It is time for you to study at a personal level what holy means to you.  I calls for a brave father who beautifully protects his baby chick in the nest and in its first flight.  Images can be create and can find an extra special manifestation.  There are people like you who can be your people in a oh so quiet way.  Marion County is fighting mightily today.  They are a troop who has clocked each others sins and mystical gifts.  Now we will move forward and find our dove of love.  Make it a truth between your heart and mine. 

A Time To Heal

 I am coming into a new phase.  I have had a change in doctors, and the most important is my new family practitioner who is Singh, thus Sikh.  I feel he has to do with schedules and titration.  I have only had one visit with him, but I do use telepathic contact to find the best past between he and I.  I was physician at birth.  My Naval Code, internationally, is 112.  I was born and set at Tripler U. S. Army Hospital to be an international doctor chief in all traditions.  I lived, and was tortured at Pearl Harbor, to learn quicker and more mighty than them all.  Dr. Singh has taken down all oral intakes except already prescribed medication.  He has set me up for an almighty PT schedule of lymphodema therapy.  It honors all traditions, medically, sociologically and theologically.  I have had my first visit with my very well trained Physical Therapy expert who I feel is pediatric medicine.  I have been doing the exercises she gave me, am drinking more water, am using less salt, am lying down more, am using lotion on my legs every day, am keeping my feet up as I watch TV, and I swam an extra time this week just in case I cannot get in the pool for a while.  I am seeing quite amazing results.  I am able to check into the Sikh line which is also an energy that is calming The Middle East.  I have been tied to that zone and its people from birth by Waikiki.  Sikhs are the same.  They do separate themselves because they are a bit alien around all of it.  In the U.S., they are the best doctors around.  This is my second Dr. Singh and that is a high and holy religious name.  My current Dr. Singh has a very high and holy bracelet on his left wrist.  I told him that I was led to wear my holy royal bracelet that day, and he said his was high and I said that I imagined that that was true.  He took great time with me and I broke the ceiling and spoke of my pain.  Because of him, I trusted him enough to have a mammogram.  I have felt him testing my ability to stay stable, and even cordial, during all different types of torture.  I have been using tunnel through in a new military way.  When I was being tortured the other day, I told the line deputy to tunnel through me and to take care of my body, and I would feel the torturous pain without mention of anything.  It is perfect.  I did loose a lot of blood, that is why my top vampiric master was needed ASAP.  I have been using it in the pool too.  I suggest people stay away, but he is backed by all community if you want to go there.  I stay away unless there is an important merging that is happening, and even then, I only use telepathic thought.  This is my first writing upon meeting this mighty man.

Keeping Fire At Bay

 I am working the eel that is a new PT schedule.  I must combine my cleaning and tasks in with it.  I must say goodbye and hello at the same time.  It is an uneasy street, but I am released in the same way.  I am not desperate, I am calm and steady in my prayers.  I lie on my back, not on my knees.  I see results and the kings are out there working in all scenes.  I am part of nothing and everything at the same time.  It is the gift of thought and of having a loving feline who moves around me with ease.  There will be a time for us to see a hawk in the sky who leads us to a new vicinity.  I walk forward, and resist the backward motion that the winds promote.  I know to keep things clean and quiet right now.  I can always wave at the firemen in their trucks and they wave back every time.  It is a mighty connection, and I am pleased.  I would do nothing to harm them.  I still remember spending the night with the King Fire Man of South Dakota, in Indianapolis.  The attraction began a fire release and we both felt pleased.  He was able to say goodbye because it was too dangerous in my vicinity, and they needed him back at The Wild Beaver.  He put L. Aldrich on my case.  He was top fire anyway and was dwelling in Indy by chance.  I lived in a fire trap and dealt with cruel pyromaniacs in vicinity.  Thanks guys.  My studio apartment now is still standing safe in this drought.  South Dakota, call my Marion County Line Deputy.  Just call him Matt.  He needs to hear what it was like to be out with me around the fire convention authorities, and to feel the loving caresses we shared in my apartment.  He needs to feel a reality he did not get to share.  The marriage with him is real, but the public ceremony signed in a court of law was unable to occur.  I miss you South Dakota.  Please never fight another fire ever again.  You are too important to the annals of history.

World Community

It has become elite fairly quickly.  If you do not get an email from me, do not activate.  The CIA is toppling.  The FBI died about a month ago.  I stand as the only wall now.  Where I go, stand aside unless you can be kind and polite.  We all see the earthquake and the rains and winds come down.  Media has become shaky, and cell towers are about to as well.  It was stupid, Sprint, to give the cell phone tower contract to buy through an attorney from Penn State who dealt big real estate in primo Boston who lost everything as well as his real estate license and ability to be in a court of law.  I was engaged to be married to his son for four years.  The lawyer's name is Bill Fricke and his wife is Wally Fricke.  He met her when she was Wally Fenton, a primo secretary student in a Jewish secretary school in Brooklyn.  He started by living with her in Maine.  North Woods Law off film game wardens can now commit him and his daughter to Marion, MA harbor work.  Wally will go to San Quentin.  I must stop there.  I am the corporate for Verizon.  You can speak freely again, Tom Brady.  I now Sikh the next Super Bowl for either you. 

God's Nature In Nature

 "Be careful," is what I see feel and taste and hear inside of me.  I feel as if there is no power within me.  I feel the tree next me shaken in doubt.  What I have known is now in a time of reckoning.  I try to calm the spirits in disbelief.  I shall move forward as the escalator moves backward.  I am not on my knees, but I am not feeling the comfort that was in his presence.  Will he ever come to me?  I shall trust enough to see 3 doctors in a week.  I need to feel the holy water on my skin.  Is there reality to the becoming of the fate of The Line Deputy that can be seen in modern society other than galactic authority.  It matters not what he can do because he is only one, and my powers can be used against him and me.  He is the one who is the holy deity that this world sees as God.  No one will break him as long as I believe.  God is male.  Even the mightiest of you is a tiny Yugo next to his space ship the size of Jupiter.  His small gifts to me are are like the levitation of a modern cruise ship for an entire week trip.  He rocks it when I get a migraine and need to sleep.  Line Deputy is beyond disease, but not beyond deceit.  If he puts mail in your box it will flow for 3 years straight.  It has been hard for me to be without him at my side.  I have moved up the tree and shown the guilt across the board and a new hierarchy is rising.  It is a military of line deputies who eschew urban societies.  The bling bling will be less, and love will be more.  Those who have hidden away will now be the light of creation.  The owls know "who" I am talking about.

A Creative Writing Exercise Writing A Letter In Response to Pornography

I am trying a creative writing exercise.  It is what I would write to a man (I don't consider women at all.  I have made it clear that I am heterosexual.) who writes and sends a letter to me that is pornographic.  Dear Loving Being,  I sense a heart that beats in you to find a mutual space for us to have sexuality.  There is much room for fantasy, but I must continue to steer the ship in a more sensual and healthy manner.  I do become empathic around human sexuality.  Both of us can have our needs met in even our first caress.  I am very flattered that you wish to be alone with me, and connect with me in that way.  I have stayed out of relationships for about 2 years.  Just a fun restaurant crawl can be such great fun and actual fore play by flexing our wit and humorous muscles.  Every server can become a part of the play.  I can only imagine until that time comes, that we will find our way.  Light and Love, Jennifer  (call code 112 when you are in need)