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.
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