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?
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