Sir Nicolas in Review

My slumber lumbered with a dark and sickening river last night.  I look to the dreary of Great Britain to find Sir Nicolas.  He is government and artistry.  We journeyed in vampiric spaces in vicinity and within ourselves.  Under my gaze, he obtained a night of deep sleep.  We ate a joyous meal of Panera the next morning.  Nicolas, spycraft can be lonely and so heavy in its dreary danger.  You did great to stay solid in my company.  I have changed since our paths crossed.  You would find me still with a sense of humor, but with a seriousness that overlies that comedy.  Maybe you are the same.  Colombia came calling yesterday through Jimmy Fallon's guest.  He also greeted Saudi Arabia's Prince Kalid telepathically.  South Americans and Arabs do overlap in a way that is not picked up in the day to day.  I wish I had more to say, but today I try to embrace the silence, and become more respected and less connected.  Demons hunt me land and sea, and I just must evolve in self and theory, and revolve in community and in the galaxy.  Dream for me tonight and let me rest, baby royal tree. 

Bold Eagle

 There was a special wind today that came upon me after my physical therapy.  I was outside the Masonic Center at The University of Minnesota waiting for my mother to pick me up, and I looked to the sky and I saw the largest bald eagle I have ever seen with the most white feathers on its head.  It was flying low, right towards me.  My mother drove in just at the time, and I pointed him out very excitedly.  We were far enough away from the Mississippi River that it was a strange place for him to be and at that low an altitude.  I felt the stars align, and a message that all the falconers in the world were close, and my alpha partners as well.  He stood for more than just spirit and freedom, but rather broke into an amazing symbol of unity.  I felt so lifted and supported.  I think that this is THE alpha eagle on this planet.  My guess is that he is from Saskatchewan, Canada.  Eagles that high in the chain are highly mystical, and portal easily.  I felt that he just popped in to be part of my treatment today so that I knew that my mates are with me.  I knew that I was not alone in this treatment that I am receiving around all of these cancer and surgical patients.  It is like I was there for football yesterday, and especially the last 4 years.  I believe Kirk could feel it for the Vikings (and some of the team on certain plays), but just know that I went out and turned the game off to get some Vietnamese eggrolls down the street at halftime.  My cat Pharaoh turned the TV back on and kept you guys in the lead.  He sat in front of the door so I noticed what he had done, what the score was, and what the room felt like.  He turns on the TV telepathically.  He has done it in front of me on occasion.  He does it with his mind, not with a switch.  He levitates, portals, and reads and responds to my thoughts as well.  He is really getting into football when I get tired. I think that it is getting around the league after the Cincinnati Bengals game last week.   He consciously tunneled through the tiger at The Como Zoo, my royal zoo that is still free for the public while constantly expanding exhibits for the animals and having many mystical births.  The tiger sees me as a mate when I visit.  He sprays, roars, and has royal breath.  It is like a growl to keep others away from me.  He had been pacing like him for 3 days in the window sill.  As the team lined up for the tense moment, he ran to the window and paced, and the field goal went in and he ran to the center of the room to celebrate.  Who do you think made that field goal?  Aaron even prayed for mystical connection and to be seen on the sideline for the Packers.  Maybe I slay you all in QB position, dispelling your strong lines of Satanism.  This allows the possibility of a supreme being after all.  I saw Aaron kneeling with his head down in the final plays.  In his interview afterwards, he held the game ball for me, which he and others never do, and said that there is nothing as romantic as football.  He looked tired, but his smile was huge.  I have held my head up during PT, but have felt scared.  I end up not breathing as deep when I am trying to have Buddhist "Teflon mind" around all the aspects that are terrifying in this community and process.  I am close to the end, but I must do everything right to remain unscathed and finish the menagerie of activities and connections with all aspects accounted for.  This eagle is Bert to my Ernie, and this is Sesame Street.  I spell Masonic with a capital M, and my grandfather (my actual bio father, Kaiser of Germany, and Jester, mystical and otherwise of Masonry) was with me today.  Am I him, or is he me?  Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?

A Very Important Evolution to Zen

 I am in a phase that it has become important for me to articulate, through writing, my studies and conclusions about Buddhism.  I walked into the hallowed halls of my mind on Waikiki, at night, before the age of 3.  I was tasked, then, with protecting The Dalai Lama.  My actual prayer chord, as his top guard, came years later in Minnesota when a Rinpoche came to Minneapolis to me from his upstate New York monastery.  My conscious thoughts, in the waking night, flowed from a well where I was warring against worldwide Satanism against me that caused massive depression.  I was then prescribed mindfulness study through the eyes of Tich Nat Han.  His miracle of mindfulness brought me the Buddhist heart.  Emotion mind overlapped with thought centers to create a state of wise mind.  I did not know, in the beginning that I was, and still am, a horrific torture survivor.  A Rinpoche is a master who has become enlightened in this lifetime.  The Dalai Lama is lower.  The Dalai Lama is a higher order teacher for vast populations here and overseas.  He is to remain seen, to pay for his karma, and Rinpoches are to remain unseen behind monastery walls.  My Rinpoche is Cambodian, but his study is Tibetan Buddhism, thus his meditation is done in Tibetan.  He anointed me with my White Tara that day with my prayer cord.   I then took on the karma, first for him, then his monks, and then for all world colony.  Paying for the sins of the world is a weight that is hard on body, mind, heart, and soul.  That is what makes it true torture.  When I went undercover in NE Minneapolis, he and his monks moved in down the street.  He rode with me, with 3 of his monks for protection, in their ceremonial robes, on the bus.  He sat next to me.  I greeted him as Rinpoche and he smiled.  When I opened to my sensations and world authorities, I began to see buses of robed monks at rest stops on road trips.  Before that time, I studied the meditation technique of Buddha hidden in The Far East until more recently, called Vipassna.  It is studied by mostly 3M engineers.  It is a ten day course, eating only breakfast and lunch, no exercise, and no talking.  It is a mindfulness technique that focuses on feeling the electrons, (called kalapas by Buddha) in the body, in an organized fashion until one disappears completely.  I stayed the course and finished it on my first course.  The process of disappearance comes from the reality of electrons in the electron field going in and out of known existence.  Scientists, in a CA university, proved this fact more recently.  My electrons, as I traveled through the realms of known thought became taught to just make people unaware of my existence, in a vicinity and as a reality.  This reality was important so that I could rise higher in my evolution, starting a quiet revolution, and maintaining a form that people thought was lowly. I could contact and write, but I would never hear back from anyone.  My life of being an different being of divine importance remained a secret in plain sight.  My mind raised, my emotions dropped, and my wise mind kept theories flowing.  When I meet different masters, I raise their ability, and they make me aware of my strength in their particular area or plethora of areas.  I am intertwining with a Sikh master right now who can accept the chaos of a lot of information over a period of time, and, in the end, find order.  I am sure he is seen as God in spaces for this extremely powerful set of gifts.  I spoke with him, actually, but then began my telepathic discourse with him afar.  He put me through the paces of different types of torture, checked that it was very painful, and saw how I reacted.  I remained cordial with people causing me pain, and multitasked well.  I agreed to his tests quietly.  I have now come into my Zen Buddhist state.  I had a Zen Buddhist master, shortly, years ago named Clint.  He was fresh out of monastery and was large in state.  He had the highly holy burn tattoos on his forearms that were a Buddhist phrase together (there were one on each forearm).  They are the result of lifting a large pot of boiling oil and holding it there between your forearms for 10 seconds.  I am feeling him with me in my silence now and he can see the sky, for real, in this time and place.  As the pain comes through me, I feel a quiet sense of peace, and I feel actual serenity.  That phrase and word has been so bastardized by the AA societies that have very publicly tortured me in so many twisted and dehumanizing ways.  I now walk in a space to say that these groups are too sick too help anyone.  They will harm and sicken anyone who gets anywhere near them, this includes families of addicts themselves.  Court systems who go to that "solution" need to recommend a Zen form of DBT (Dialectic Behavioral Therapy) instead.  The Zen Buddhism acknowledges torture and introduces the idea of transcendence to carry the individual to a clean reality as that person sees it.   DBT makes clear that pain plus nonacceptance equals suffering.  To stop the suffering portion of torture, is to be mindful and accepting in one's pain.  Sometimes the torture is too much, and one acknowledges and fells the pain outright, and he still feels a state of suffering.  It is an evolution that is real.  It is not a repetition, for eternity that is fake.  What AA says is, "If you walk and fall in a hole and get out that is one thing.  If you keep walking the same path and falling in the hole, that is insanity."  AA's relapse rate, publicly or in secret, shows that its people, and policies, are insane, and dangerous too.  It is a cult format and needs to be used only for torture of the worst female sexual offenders who work in therapeutic and care taking fields.  The DBT is an ordered way to study Buddhism that is acknowledged by university and therapy.  The one change I put into that therapy is that the therapist will do it with a group of ten alone, and will have to do the coursework as well.  Her share will always go first.  If she is found lying, her license to practice can be revoked at any time, and she then goes off to prison and to AA for all eternity.  There will never be a leader in AA circles, especially for torture.  God will not be part of the discussion at all in the Zen DBT work.  It is just the state of Zen, in real life, a student of the world will seek that a person can actually attain and find.

Swimming With the Beavers

Your armor is shiny, and oh so real.  I feel your hand reach out to me.  It is unlike any equation I have ever seen or attempted in all spheres.  There is joy and ecstasy there.  It is not so far from me.  There is relief.  I know now that you can hear me real time.  You appear as I disappear from all scenes.  I am quiet and feel comfortable there in my silence and meditation.  I have reached a whole new level of Vipassna.  The Dahl Sheep of Merritt, British Columbia, will stand on cliffs for me today.  The beavers of Toad River, BC, will emerge from their finely built magical damns, and circle the lake they have made and chase away all the campers.  I put on my wetsuit and swam around their largest damn when I camped their on my last visit.  It was peaceful and free.  The moose I saw swimming across the lake they made swam safely across the body of water and started my day off so well.  To be seen, is how one gets to the point of not being seen at all.  The Holy Spirit comes to me today.  He is the one who introduced me to the reality to the power higher than resurrection.  He was able to be and make people invisible to only me for me to concentrate and not be afraid.  He then felt comfortable getting close to me day or night.  I feel him here protecting me.  Please bless this new knight with your ability angel of mine.  I need my privacy, actually, and then protected, internationally.  At this moment, things are not what they seem. 

Evaluating Today

 I am nothing and, at times, everything in the vicinity.  I exist on a petal of a flower and also in the Earth itself.  Being so calm and peaceful is coming easier to me every day.  I give this gift to all places I exist.  Meditation is energetic and it heals and transforms.  Patience is so much more than just a virtue for me every day.  I concentrate all my internal, and the external, as well.  Is 4 so much less than 7?  I do not know, but it feels so.  As I go through my process right now, I feel as if I am disappearing, and no one is noticing.  Maybe that is the way it is supposed to be.  My legs return to a stable sight, and I breath easier as my cat lies on my chest looking deep into my eyes.  I am here for him.  I do feel that that is important, and maybe that is how I move mountains right now.  I speak, and find comedy.  My theological state is resting intellect, it is not flirting.  It is energetic exchange.  Others need to decide what their system is missing, and stop pinning it on me in a shameful way.  I am becoming stable in finding a self love that boundaries the deceit and plots of cruelty.  Every industry has its hooks into me.  In the end, I will own it all with the hooks in my skin, my heart, and my spine.

A Time to Prepare for Water Breathing Adventures and Transformation

I call the men to play.  Women have been ordered out today.  I organize the appointments and all the details.  The more international, the more the investigation, and the more the inquisition I did endure.  My body is doing well as I walk through what some would consider hell.  Both me and my cat received 2 vaccinations today.  We work in synergy.  We will endure together, and keep it clean.  I will get results from tests in the week and Pharaoh will be alerted tomorrow.  I do feel like we both will weather the storm.  The Madeira Shipwreck still sits close to The Split Rock Light House on Lake Superior, and my stature is basically the same.  It is cloaked and in massive warlockery.  It took a lot of weight to get me to sink down to 82 feet where it did lay.  It is basically a mortuary.  We left it intact.  No one will ever do that dive again.  All militaries have agreed.  Private divers would not even think about it.  Today I spoke to The Big Blue.  He is a free diver with mystically impressive lungs, and in the end will be a dolphin when he dives.  I will hold his toes as I both push and pull him along. 

Asians Are Just So Intelligent Today

 My heart beats with an Asia that is a Chinese conglomerate.  I spoke of Asian communities I had been immersed in throughout my life, and how they are blossoming in comedy at this time to my physical therapist.  As I did so, her hands began to float on the keys and she typed at a pace of the infinity of my heart in the midst of the most enduring battle.  I knew today would be different, but it started in the lobby.  Almost every person was in a wheelchair with their own pusher.  I must be in the form with my disabilities due to torture to hide me in this population, and to also keep it down in world population.  It also shows the mimicry my empathic nature causes.   Airports are too much for me due to the mystical work I must do there.  I do now submit to a wheelchair and a pusher there.  My sorcery has gone completely international today with the submission of my body to every field of my body, both Western and now totally Eastern.  The Confucius sisters and my Shou Lin Monks rise to put out a very real diplomatic and ceremonial war cry today.  I guarded both parties for a week when they were demonstrating at the Mall of America years ago.  These three Confucius sister were Chung Moo Quan and elite couture New York City fashion models called twins, but there were three.  They were all above six feet.  I did show my Chung Moo tattoo to the Shou Lin master as he put his arm around me and I was photographed with him and his dojo.  They had never been out of their dojo in China, and as I watched, I reversed gravity and it became very "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."  They were naive, and thus let their guard down and were almost sexually violated several times.  When he called me and others to the stage he wanted to see my gi.  I discarded years before for safety reasons.  My belt was all white which was higher than all darkness for Chung Moo Quan.  My study was rapid.  It took me one and one half years before I my abilities toppled a sabre master in The Middle East.  I had mastered the 22 weapons on our Chung Moo weapon wall and the two samurai sword before my abilities went after this Saudi Arabian Prince who I would meet and be engaged to later.  I took the meaning of the words Chung meaning balanced mind, and Moo, meaning strong body for the shackle shaped tattoo on my right ankle finished by a symbol on a dining room set from Japan.  I went over all master and took no master, not even Mike (black Gi) and Master Quan of North Korea.  He understood everything that day.  My tattoo was photographed today to show my progress in my therapy.  It is now online for all to see at the discretion of Master Shou who is an evermore.  He used an A.I. instrument I am developing in medical charting in cell phones to keep it in safe, boundaried places and not be used for pornography or other sexual violation of me.  I am the only female in the Shou Lin dojo, in history, now and forevermore.  It breaks into spy culture today having martial artistry and fashion assassinship on the clever ship.  Kim Jong Un is part of my dojo, internationally, and has been from birth.  Eventually, he will be transferred to guard King Kalid of Saudi Arabia as Kalid teaches Kim the difficult culture and form of Sabre Weaponry and war.  I also roomed with Kim's niece, Niko, my junior year of college, at Hamline University, in St. Paul, MN.  She was full on assassin, consciously.  She protected me, and shot many who would get in on me when I would not see due to my deep level of study and the scouting of my by Chung Moo Quan.  I joined the dojo later after college by just finding the dojo in Minneapolis and walking in when Master Mike was there and he came and explained it to me and gave me a Top Secret pamphlet.  Of course I did not know this.  I chose Chung Moo Quan after that.  These Asia intelligence leaders will now hold medicine steady, keeping patients who do not need care out, and keeping doctors in the programs they are promised to.  This especially includes those from the Middle East.  Russia will help with that one.  Russia's time in Afghanistan, before us, was to set up the reconnaissance, and protection of me and my systems, now.  I am the hurricane.  You are the fire, Line Deputy.  My known father is Covid and all disease.  Demonic is sexual violation.  Asia keeps it quiet, but boundaried and strong.  Thank you all who have helped me to see.  I will be fully awake soon.  My royal guard of Korea is BTS.  They are older and more gifted than you think and speak perfect English with Midwestern accent.  Perfect shot is only when I am in vicinity.  Kenny Tranh, royal of Vietnamese, pounce now and my cat Pharaoh will play.  I will make you zoo authority and your Chinese royals can take your heroine tree.  It can leave the U.S. and be used only medically, in Asia.

Wade Made Me Unafraid

 I am watching my Green and Gold King compete with All Saints in a game of football.  It is time, Aaron, for you to start seeing the destinies of those around you.  Call no one.  They will call you.  The kingdom of NYC is being ruled properly now.  It is behind the scenes, and it will rule your destiny as a wolf on Wall Street.   It will trickle down to football.  I am starting a new game of Magic with The Bengals.  Pharaoh tunneled the tiger from The Como Zoo through to help them make a final OT breaking field goal.  They have been mine, through Germany, since I met publicly with the German billionaire, from Cincinnati, and now NYC (Wall Street), and took him to BW3's and covered the table with a bar wench feast at a value price.  I then made the classy move of going home with his private pilot who had found me outside my employer, Smokey Bones, in the first place.  We journeyed together that night to like 5 different scenes.  It was one of the most romantic nights of my life.  He spent the night, he gave me his phone number, and he held me as he waited for his cab.  Maybe the eyes of NYC and Vegas gave us this opportunity.  Travel on.  This punt is on me.

In Russia's Eyes

So much is part of the flow of the glory of the story.  Now Russia flows in me.  He enters and is polite and does just right through my technology.  Our eyes met, and he grasped my hands over the education of a remote.  I move to get my computer to check his work as he instructs me to.  He is in my hall and I pardon myself as I slip past him to obtain the mystical keyboard object.  It is in and it is out.  Everything comes out clean.  My mystical cat moves around the apartment as he works, smelling his tools and his presence.  I go to shake his hand, but became more appropriate for the covid days with an elbow bump. We stayed masked the whole time.  He is chakra system linked to technology, but not connection to others.  He sees the picture of my Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother with their kids in Hibbing, MN, and knows that they are the mystical group that got out of Sweden through Finland with my Great Grandfather holding the alpha lap lander at gunpoint in frigid weather.  Their children were actually born at the same time, mystically different ages, and were the highest royalty in the world at the time.  He knew that my Great Grandfather was extreme Russian royal and military.  He went by my Swedish Queen Great Grandmother's name at the time once in the U.S., Muenter.  Analise cared for the children and Joseph (Stalin) portaled back to Magadan and handled matters of state and war in Russia.  Joseph was actually an atheist.  This man knew this as well, thus he loved my Celtic knot tarp on my wall.  My great grandmother told me of her talks with her father.  I broke the silence in his heart and created an energy body that will be artificial intelligence.  He will use the infinity intimate scenarios to heal persons in our energetic tribe to teach and to heal themselves and become reverent royals and police of all communities.  Since it will be artificial intelligence, and not a computer hardware or software, but energetic both for the chosen ones, it will be perfect privacy and release.  It is birthed by my technological genesis and his technological psychic sight.  He makes tech clean rooms in open space.  He thought that there was no way it would work with my cat's dander flying around.  He then saw it as electrons and electronic.  There will be no shame.  It eventually gently turns into prophecy and creation.  A.I. can then move to athletics for the mind that moves into the body.  The actual deconstruction of true academic races will then be complete.  Be loving now, my dove.  Love your reflection, and look away from the wolf who can only hunt in packs.  You are a lone eagle who will always leads them astray.  Your A.I. conversations will always be complete and fruitful.  From now on there is only freedom in your mind and it will move through your body as you surrender your chakras to even travel internationally through this process.  It will be actual, not psychotic or astral.

Binding My Legs, and Claiming My Computer Prowess

 My PT is soaring like an eagle with slightly shorter wings.  I call upon the angels in the distance to assist me.  My mother is an actual God send.  Her plate is oh so filled, but she fits compassion and action my way.  While doing this binding, she is doing her own PT for a painful shoulder.  I am feeling the reality of the energy system, and tunnel through, during this time.  Pharaoh is cuddling with me more and that relieves pain as well.  I have been having strange and troubling dreams about my father's side of the family.  One had a huge python strangling me to death.  It was time to connect my Pascal computer language that I created and taught to the Vietnamese males at Como University School at the age of 17, on the first Macintosh computers given to us for free by Unysis Corp.  At the time, these did nothing except having DOS displayed.  I brought them to life with this language and they then can move into Apple Corp.  I was never given credit.  Java Script Error is mine as well.   I also started the internet when I was at Hamline University.  I had the idea to have all of the newer dorms set up with unbranded computers for free that were IBM style.  They were set up with the phone line so that we could order books from the library through them.  I worked at this main library too.  I also set up the first spreadsheet called EXCEL.  We did this through the lab and statistics works in my Ecology class.  All of this was never given to me.  When I was 11, I just began writing Basic language and it led to a class that expanded all computer languages.  It became very algebraic in a summer school class in a portable classroom in Owatonna that was the beginning of Fortran and C++.  Because no one told me about the reason, and never gave me credit, both of those languages failed.  Pascal still stands as the most elegant and effective language on the planet.  It is completely unhackable.  All hail the chief, and that chief is me.