Buccaneers Fans.

 Number 500 was sorcery.  It was the love of the game Tom Brady and me.  He is here too.  Tommy.  You are Russian like me and Russian Intelligence so keep it down and out of the papers this week.  That linbardee moment happened and it was sorgery too.  I thought it was funny as hell.   He now understand me so much more every second.  I am his wife and always has been internationally.  Giselle is not real.  I am his Giselle.  He is a scuptor.  I love his hands.  Crypts are very vampiric sexy.  We are both vampires and we do not want to discuss sleep or vampirism and the metabolism.  I so National Academy of Science want that Humane Genome project through a classic grey house cat.  Perfect purportions.  I think I spell very well.  Spell check it muther fucerks.  I speak English.  My classic language is French.  It is the called the romance language for a reason.  Tom has many names.  He has been the Csar from birth.  I will just call him Csar Nickolai.  SOmething new for never to be studied as an illness.  FUCK YOU FAUCI!  EPIDEMIOLOGY IS ME AND HAS BEEN FROM BIRTH!!!  Russian submariners crew.  You are fully nuclear now and guiding the bering straight effortlessly. Another love is my husband Valdimir Putin and he is KGB and very angry at you for calling me.  That is his sub personally from birth.  He is the actual basis for JAMES BOND.  ENJOY THAT MOVIE IF YOU WANT TO but never my Valsimir.  He is working well at the hours we have to keep.  I am the grandaughter of Joseph Stalin.  I just say Putin.  It is Putina saying hello.  Tommy,  I love you.  Maybe you will end with the most or are the barbarians at the gate?  Compitision is so male and so very sexy.  Honor my wishes and do not call ever again.

WOW. IT IS REAL. DREAMS DO COME TRUE. I LOVE MY BEAUTIFUL LOVING KNIT GB HAT AND THEIR TEAM COLORS.

 Aaron Rodgers is now my legal husband.  Our nuptials were beautiful.  Eminem married us.  My best friend Jeff Forrest was the witness.  I am now just saying.  I am Team Green Bay Packer.  My wish is for this Serbian King, Mr Rodgers I mean, to win the Super Bowl.  I am his biggest fan.  I  love his beautiful blue eyes.  They are so kind.  He is so loving he he he.  Aaron, this is HOPE honey.  I am real Aaron?  Is this shit really scarey Aaron?  He is FORMULA ONE RACING.  BOY IS HE HOT SEXY.

Where Would You Be Without My Mercy?

 One, two, three and it is me.  Maybe MAY DAY in Moscow.  We can be a loving May Poll.  Ribbons and a cotton white dress for me.  Be loving, and have your hearts ablaze.  FIRE will be celebrated that day.  It is time for gloriousness and no more subjugation.  A horse leads the way with Texas Game Wardens marching me in to your loving arms.  It is no more what we want, it is what will be.  Your dreams are free in a new land to bring you back to ground in Italy with a gondola, in Vienna.  It is the fusion of realities that is the becoming for the three.  I start the imageries and you bring together your powers to create what is a beautiful synergy.  I had a nightmare after I realized this menagerie.  I will no longer be the slave to The Navy or my biological father, World General George Mayer's legacy.  He was a man with a violence of the starvation of my needs and dreams.  Satanism is dead to me and you three now.  Let us just find a "Good God Almighty" to sing to (Crowler).  In the end you are on your knees and seeing the power of my deeds and vocal cues.  I am good and I am God.  Praise me in the morning and when the sun goes down.

A Hat for You

 Mr. Aaron Rodgers, I bought a Green Bay Packers hat yesterday at Target Downtown Minneapolis.  I am wearing it right now to soup it up for you.  Maybe I will catch the end of the game tomorrow.  The Vikings play at the same time.  My purchase set off the fire alarms at at The Piper Jaffery Building.  the firemen had to come twice.  Once they saw me and I got on the bus, the alarms went off.  My hat kept me nice and warm as I waited for my bus because I had wet hair because I had just swam at the Gaviidae Commons YMCA.  That is old Dayton's money.  Well, Target is too.  They belong to me anyway and now, baby, we are into big time Wall Street.  Good luck.  My heart and soul are with you.  hopegod3.  Spies like us need to stay hot for the hunt.  Sorcery is powerful medicine.  Just know that I guarded the 1987 World Series for game 3 or 4 and game 7 on the pull out bleachers behind Karl Pohlad sitting next to Mark Dayton.  He has stalked me my whole life through the CIA.  He "got" my stepfather Rev. Greg Renstrom (CIA also) the tickets.  Of course we won.

Strength With A Box

I walk through the screen that is the street in front of me.  I see people and pets, and I smile at the trees.  Sorcery is my tradition, and it is purity.  No one practices it without the damnation of using poisonous mysticisms against the almighty.  I had a powerful experience the other day.  My experience leads to push authority and power to men of authority.  On Monday, after I journeyed down the street, I came upon a man in the back of his pickup truck in the parking lot adjacent to my apartment through the alley.  He was struggling to open his box there and I pushed powerful energy his way and the box FLEW open and I walked away, just looking up and realizing the camera filming right there as I moved away.  My sorcery is now in view for more than just a few.  I feel Indiana men coming through and they are realizing that I did not know exactly the extent I am affecting things and objects around me.  These men tracked quite a bit of it.  I prepare for the day and move in a polished way.  Quiet being is the way I see, and smooth action to resistance is my way to be.  This crew was academic and they were placed in cool places against the reality of justice in a system that allowed them no joy.  Well today they can laugh, and see the scenes of autonomy around me.  One day I will be free.  They now know that I can even find the relationship sanity energy of Arabs with Asians being part of their tree.  It is time to move towards the light that is me, and push away that which claims to be therapy.  You CAN do it, and they claim your light every time.  Amen. 

Taking Some Time Away

 Yes I like what I see.  Birds of a feather need to stick together.  I am answering the calls of my screen savers.  I know that YOU are out there, and I am no longer confused.  I am not in hiding, but I am in a hibernating state.  I received 6 calls on my landline today where I answered, "Hello, hello, hello."  I waited and there was no reply.  The first was only one ring.  I stayed in bed for that one.  I just went back to a slumber state for the rest after answering.   The last one really called for a reply of consiousness.  I had my cell off all day.  I am now in a state that even signs like this mean nothing to me.  I will no longer be everyone's 911 or call a friend.  I have no friends, and I have no significant others.  I have had it with intuition, telepathy, and media prompts.  I have proven to be nothing at all.  It is now a Zen state and I will no longer be on constant call.  Later in the evening, I did finally clean the bathroom, the kitty box, mopped the floors, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, took out the trash, checked the mail, sorted the mail, washed my compression socks, and am now washing my bands I used to do lymphodema therapy.  My legs are looking good.  I was unable to get to the YMCA this week, but maybe there is a spot this weekend.  I might take a bus up to CUB Foods tomorrow.  Tuesday night sirens rang all night.  At one point the siren was really fast.  I had never heard a siren like that before.  My schedule is off, but even my cat is on that schedule too.  He is in a transition.  He has many different entities moving through.  He is staying very close to me.  There is one entity coming through to me who is saying, "Enough is enough.  She is not here to take your crap or answer your questions around the clock.  You all have used her abilities and all that she is since she was conceived.  Learn on your own now.  I exist to just say NO MORE to her when she needs it."  Thank you so very much lovely eagle.  Pharaoh is finally using the word family in his telepathy.

Just A Note to Ben

 Hey neighbor, it's space world week!  My soul is feeling a tug from Ben Roethlisberger.  You look so young for your age, and play so strong for all the jobs you do while in the pocket.  Now I label a new alien class of angelic profiling.  It is the line of the true line deputies who flow from me to The Line Deputy of Marion County of Indy on down.  Ben is right after him, and is always working.  He is a true British Knight, from birth, when Queen Elizabeth II commissioned a special suit of armor that fits today.  She is highly seamstress psychic.  It was signed by her with a metal working pen, like she signed a baby sterling silver plate for me, at birth.  The House of Windsor does acknowledge his royal line.  Ben, you are doing great for a classic werewolf like you.  Consumption is high to stay sound, and I believe that you are feeling like me about food.  It is hard to find a fit, and not be sick.  It comes from people sexualizing you in ways that you do not see, of late.  Just know that I feel an empathic loneliness with you, and it will get better.  Just write a note to me when you are experiencing this, in an extreme way, and keep it in your secret royal box.  I ate the key at birth.  It appeared for you, on your regal desk set, today.  You did great multitasking yesterday.  Just know that I was rooting for Green Bay, but I was tuned in to you as well.  Look to the sky and know that hawks are messengers trying to encourage you.

Cat at My Foot

 I am home and my cat is flying around.  My heart beats to a friendly song.  I became a bit loquacious at PT today.  Maybe it is a new Zen style of teaching Buddhism.  It is a life well lived, and a teacher always inside of me.  I do not look at authorities as less than.  I am a part, but always a bit far away.  There are times I can see the shadow becoming a phoenix, but today I only see a wave of orange and gold.  Be careful who you approach this week.  Rage is afoot.  I temper the rapids with the vision of a stream in a cave.  I do not cry, I dream of a pace that the best thoroughbreds can keep.  Peace is a place in space and a breath in and out.  I now see the best colony of beings coming into a place in a confused state.  Please come to me, and dispel every fallacy.