On Being Ill

 I have been sleeping all day.  I am dealing with illness, symptoms are getting better, but I am migraining and I am getting weaker.  I am hoping that the antibiotics will work.  I just rest and hope for a better day tomorrow.  I have my phones off and eating is becoming more difficult.  There is creation inside of me.  An angel from my past has returned with another to care for me.  They now work for my recovery.  We pray that it is possible in a world full of evil and demonic darknesses.  I still plan to try to do laundry tomorrow.  I plan to go into work on Saturday to check my schedule for next week.  I can only do what I can do, but I will never surrender or give up.

Intel

 I have kept the subject of female sexual violation, mutilation, and rape of me quiet my whole life.  I will say that my therapist sexually violated me every time she treated me and then go to another subject.  They are all voracious and I will not use expitiveses to descibe my painor how insane they are.  Women are evil and they have always been in charge.  Wiccan rules the land whether women or man.  I had to deal with the evil of Celia Juninita Forrest.  She forced me to provide her with oral sex against my will.  She then used the CIA torture methods and torturers to make sure that she was able to digitally rape me anally infinity for two months with my service dog scratching on the door the whole time.  The CIA was part of the adventure.  They are sick mother fuckers and then they set me up in a court of law.  Maybe they will feel it today.  I stand up for fratenity and say that my fiance who I addressed our matters with who beacme best friend in the living situation was not aware of the torture.  He is head fraternity and all want to dirty him and those organizations because Wiccan whores want to win.  I will never stand up for them.  I know how bad they have tortured me from day one.  I came in peace.  Now we are at a point that we must evaluate war time procedures.  I say pleasse do not go at war with Russia.  They have intel that we do not and they are concentrating.  Vie

Creation During A Day of Rest

 M., this is J.  I just made a really cool daisy slide for you on Powerpoint.  Enjoy yourself very viscerally.  Vie

Barbed Wire

 Matthew, I want to talk to you.  The image of you with the rose was beautiful.  I made a powerpoint slide inspired by it.  Please avail yourself of my cloud.  All images I have created are there for you anyway.  The rumors will fly, but I must keep my cat safe, thus I do not put images of him online and have only shone a picture of him twice.  He is my baby and my own personal confidant.  You are too, but I cannot see you.  Time ticks on and my heart is in a box.  I keep it safe there as industry talks.  We will see and we will do.  I just want to say that one day the stars will aline and you will be fine.  Take care and repair any damage to your barbed wired today.  I think The Lieutenant has gone insane again.  Jennifer

Line Deputy Hide and Seek

 I am now focusing on a new pavement.  It must contain a synthetic based on an oil that basically comes from Mars.  It is my Line Deputy.  I bring him into football today.  I am nothing and he is nothing, and together we can be an infinity backbone so that unsung nothings of top degree who appear on TV can function actually.  We remain unseen, thus can be clean.  It is very Russian in economy, and it is spacial in quality.  I will not speak of love or any type of relationship today.  I must concentrate to create.  I use internet cues at times that are news and also just memories or names that pop into my brain.  What happens is then dots connect in front of me that I did not expect actually.  I have no ability to control the media.  I just write and go on my way.  I noticed, after I opened to channel, that I would have a thought with a word and then that word would come out of the mouth of someone on TV, or play on music around me.  I just thought it meant that I was where I was supposed to be.  Lately, as I related to people in my environment telepathically, songs are playing the word that is most important that I just said to them and implanted in their head.  They just express telepathically (thought not sound) that it is trippy.  Hello Line Deputy, I guess it is just you trying to get to me and play a game of hide and seek.  Rockets do not work.  I do see the satellite in the sky quite often.  Many things are not as they seem.  Jets exist and spy planes too, but no one needs to tell you.  Jennifer 112

Gays On Patrol

"Dangerous minds" have always been a subject for psychiatry.  Today I speak of the minds of gays that have been judged by all society throughout time, and treated for their "aberrant" ways.  I have been a member of that gay male tribe for a long time.  I was best friend/ study mate in high school and college, I was a driver for advanced HIV patients as a volunteer after college,  I defended the rights of my gay male best friend so that he received his teaching license after he was caught having sexual intercourse in a bathroom with another consensual male, I guarded the AIDS quilt when it was in its full form at The Metrodome, I helped gay friends in Carmel and Muncie who were being stalked by police predators and also all entertainment industry, I defended the rights of a gay male server with HIV insuring his employment so that he did not end up on the street at Smokey Bones in INDY and was there for him on his last day on the most dangerously infected AIDS unit on the planet at Wishard Hospital (his last dance was with me, his IV, and his partner as we marched down the hallway as I sang follow the yellow brick road), and I just know when to listen and to give compliments to gays who are just trying to make it on their way that day.  I write this piece to defend their rights so that psychiatry can no longer study them, and CD either.  I stand up for them to say CIVILLY COMMIT NO OUT GAY EVER.  They are in a time of renewal and growth.  They are coming into their own and judging themselves, their "community", their actions and judgements toward me, and judging the actions of other "communities" who have had immunity in courts of law and social services due to their minority or disability.  This new tribe is to be ONE MIND.  It is very Vietnamese and highly functional and effective.  I encourage these men to now look within and find their own personal boundaries around the subject of true evil and legitimize my theories by questioning the communities, lies, behaviors, and media around their statements and actions.  Gays are a force who observe everything and everyone out of fascination, comedy, and SAFETY.  I now say that gays need to look to their inner deconstructive side.  They have been forced to be so creative and be FASHION friendly.  Slip behind "enemy lines" and just wear whatever the cat drags in that day, or even purchase an old vet coat and sit on a corner with a panhandler and speak actually or telepathically.  Observed their telepathy with you and their community.  See behind the eyes of schizophrenia, and realize it is in you, and you can keep it behind your eyes if you help these guys to see cars as they cross the street.  They protect the community, and a very special one close by, protects me very actively.  The police used to use his eyes to tunnel through so he was basically paralyzed.  They then did not have to patrol or arrest some of the most dangerous PAGANS on the planet.  He could not move.  He just would lay under blankets all day long.  I started working with him by just making eye contact and one day I gave him a little dance for about 30 seconds.  I sing to him as I pass by and always wave.  Now I see him walking all over the place and he is looking me in the eye for just a moment as we pass.  I wave and he waves back.  Sometimes he gets shy and just smiles and looks down.  I have never given him any material goods, neither money, nor food.  I have never even brought him an object like a blanket or pillow.  I know that it would affect our interactions because it would affect his dignity and also make him paranoid.  Gays, also look for little jobs, that pay well, in a field like construction.  You all need to get out your rage in a way that manifests a true material object with hard work to prove to yourself and others that you and they had it wrong all along.  It may not be pounding a hammer and nail.  It may be pouring cement.  It will be tough.  Do not work full time, and do not work union.  It is a process of evolution for the revolution of gay men everywhere.  Write a little less and practice not speaking at all, especially when you go out.  It will keep you internally sound and externally safe, and then the investigation fascination will be all of you.  That is the attention you have always wanted and craved, not to be oversexualized by other gays (especially closeted gays/ most dangerously those living in wedlock) and others in industries that were fascinated by your abilities, observations, and creations.  When one male gay in community is emotionally hungry, you will all want to feed.  Approach that male with a hardhat, give it to him, and walk away.  Say nothing at all, but smile as you walk away and whistle too (a happy tune, not a cat call).  So guys this is going to take stamina.  It is a process.  Do not go after me, but stay away from therapy.  Buddhism is best studied in books.  Read your MIRANDA RIGHTS now and make sure that all GAY BARS have a copy behind the bar and posted on the wall by the bouncer station.  If a cop puts you in "bracelets" without reading you your rights (or reads them incorrectly or in a truncated way, just go with the creature.  Every gay male in vicinity call the ACLU immediately.  It is imperative.  They stopped reading Miranda Rights in Indiana for 10 years around me and NO ONE has done anything about even though I told the public defender corps about it.  They were complicit and complacent and did not know that I was International IA from birth and undercover for International Law and War Crime Tribunal investigation in The U.S. for The United Nations since my time at HAMLINE UNIVERSITY where I did law for all the male UN ambassadors' sons who were on campus and being stalked by coeds there.  Just to end, you all need to then close ranks and judge your own.  It is a time to establish hierarchy, true hierarchy.  Test intelligence of each other, and abilities.  Attractiveness can deceive, but it is also part of hierarchy, thus if you are attracted, approach and question their authority in every way.  Coteries are dangerous and get aggressive.  Be your own men and find safety again.  Choose the way you dress each day, but do not let others choose it for you through the pressure of media and community.  If people get snippy, LEAVE.  Stay away from people in industry, even those who claim to be gay.  You all know what industry really is and means.  They will use you and set you up, buttercups.  Peace out.  HOPE 

Just A Little Poem

 Hands enfolding.  A rose appears.  A tear slips from my eye and I see the sun for the very first time.  I reel in the moment, as a fascination forms.  My gate stumbles a bit, but my heart beats firm.  I digress at times, but do not regress.  Progress is measured for me in time, not space.  I feel inside a burning to complete the identity inside of me.  I reach for a spoon and pull out a knife.  I cut away the thorns that have cut my hand, and I begin to sing a melody of the stars.  In this land it is taboo, but I can love you anyway.  I can find significance in me, and not have any notoriety.  It is not a play.  It is very serious every day.  I walk a minefield that is both a line and a cube at the same time.  This simultaneous reality is not basic, it is complex, and relaxation comes for me with my gentle friend and being who embodies the heart, soul, and body of a cat.  I say all big wild cat today in a genome type of way.  I hear the tick tick tick as people get sick, and I work to make mine well to prevent them from going to, or creating, hell.  This king thing is real, and I feel deeply in body, spirit, mind, and heart.  I have known nothing from the start, and in my ignorance, my words can have innocence and eloquence.  Love is the fifth force, and I am the being that is love.  Gravity is me, and I bring UNION to supreme beings through that force.  Never a divorce.  Always marching onward.  Zones of creation and zones of destruction, but always a renaissance to be inside of me.  Vie

Coterie for Domestic Artistry

 I just cooked shrimp fettecini alfredo for myself while channelling.  I took the precooked shrimp out of the freezer and thawed it in hot running water in a strainer.  I let it sit as I began to boil the pasta water which I added a little salt to.  I took the shrimp and cut off the tails and put them in a large frying pan.  I then sauteed the shrimp with some butter, a good amount of garlic, some italian seasoning, and some fresh ground pepper.  I boiled the pasta at the same time stirring both as I went.  After about 4 minutes, making sure not to cook too long, thus preventing toughness of shrimp, I added a bottle of Ragu four cheese alfredo sauce and stirred until completely coalesced.  It bowled on medium heat and I then took it down to just above simmer as I added a little parmesan cheese.  I kept it covered and kept stirring as I let it simmer for about 4 minutes.  I stirred the pasta throughout, tested for doneness, and then poured in the cleaned out strainer.  I then sprayed the fettecini with 100% Virgin Olive Oil spray to prevent sticking and shook to remove water and stir in oil.  I let sit for a moment as I stirred the sauce and turned off the heat.  I placed a one serving size of pasta in the middle of a large plate and then ladeled on the shrimp and sauce mixture.  I then dressed the top with a bit of parmesan and ground black pepper.  It was delicious.  The rest is sitting to cool as I try to decide whether to store pasta and sauce together or separate in my pyrex/ tupperware containers.  My channeling was with a coterie of military men.  I was teaching them to cook without mystical intent or dark artistry.  I was teaching the them a concentration technique that can calm and soothe them together or by themselves.  The end product is for NURTURANCE of mind and body.  All of these men have been abused, overused, and oversexualized their whole lives.  I was teaching them that cooking is separate from human sexuality and can bring a level of creation within and an actual manifestation in their environment that is smells, good times alone or together, and a healthy product of a natural SORCERY that is not ALCHEMY.  These men need to take responsibility for their individual destinies and stop looking for boundaries outside of themselves.  I am working with all of them to have privacy in marriage, especially in the kitchen with my husband where we will create even militarily in a relaxed and unified state.  I release the hounds of judgement for these men, by giving them this safe activity and space, THE KITCHEN and CULINARY ARTS.  It can lead to other artistries as well.  Even diplomacy can happen in this zone, here and overseas for me, mine, my husband, and top hierarchicals of other nations.  I am domestic and proud to be so.  I am giving a no more to the land of Pagan.  Everyone is going to have to choose their sides and beliefs.  Pagan is manipulation.  I choose to be wife and thus I will prosper in my domesticity.  I will have no progeny.  I dedicate myself to my king and will always be the one who stands for his best interest in the domicile and in any land who feels they can treat him as less then grand.  I will always honor and obey his dignity and in just cause we will reign and destroy that which does destroy.  WIFE Jennifer

Crystal Catering THE BIG LIE and now all the rest of the lies come to the page

 Believe what you want to believe.  I am just tired this morning and I shook awake with a premonition of a problem addict in my midst.  This ability is new.  I am just dispelling the lies right now.  I am unpaid by all law enforcement agencies.  I worked for LGC Catering in Indianpolis, In.  It was founded by the bastard son of Donald tTrump.  His name was Andy and he was very good looking in a non Trump way.  I read when I was around him that his mother was Russian, and in training, I picked up that they wanted to do a Apprentice show around me in Indy.  All industries were stalking in Muncie and this was after that.  I just went on my way in all circumstances and did my writing.  While I worked at LGC, I was approached by Crystal Catering.  They were not a temp agency like LGC.  It gave me an opportunity for more hours and intuitively I was protecting Andy and the Trump Organization because they were employing convicted fellons at very chi chi, even NFL events.  Just ask Don Shula.  So things went from bad to worse as I worked undercover for the FBI against Crystal Catering.  As my back pain worsened, they even put me in coat check at times.  They were having very illegal fundraisers for The Pacers and the funds were for a new stadium, not a charity, but they were stating it was nonprofit on the word of Crystal Catering.  One night even my Army JAG case sharpshooter Tony Thornberg was there and almost shot the maiter de (sp?)  I saw the red laser dot on his right lapel.  Tony could even tell when a heart was beating off center even in a building.  SO that night Cirque de Soleil performed and they made the sword swallower nick his through right behind me as I served.  I was attending to guests, as was my job, and not watching the show.  Later I went to change in the downstairs bathroom where I normally changed, and the manager told me it was covered in blood because the sword swallower bled out in there.  His body was there and they never called an ambulance.  This all took place at The Indaipolis Repatory Theater Ballroom.  I knew when to quit.  The next day they called me screaming and said I was fired.  That is federally illegal, but my phone was tapped by the FBI and the NSA anyway.  Their parent company was O'Malias, a grocer up the street.  It was the only grocer in the downtown area where I lived at The COlonial.  I received 10% off on my groceries becausse when I just showed my Crystal Catering pay stubs.  O'Malia high ups were receiving box seats for The Pacerss.  that was there kickback for the scheme and in the state of basketball that was high and holy.  One night, I was there late and I defended the right of a group of Arfican Americans to be there and not be harrassed by security.  I was leaving with my groceries anyway, but he told us all to leave.  One woman was older and in a mobile chair.  She was Snoop Dogs mother and she lived in a brand new apartment building down the street from me for low income people that was even handicapped accessable.  That night I was then orally raped by the head of their crew at the loading dock of The Indianpolis Star and there was a camera.  He then gave me his blue sweatshirt that he had sewed himself and informed me to where it.  he was the head of the Crypts at the time.  I have been military gang taskforce TRYAD from birth, and Minneapolis Gang Taskforce since the age of 16.  I then was rolled into the crew in Muncie where they had no gang taskforce or negotiators, but a really real gang war going on even by Ball State.  I was raped by 3 blood members in a day from the same family, but I survived.  I then became part of IA and had to handle this gang matter before it hit Minneapolis from Indy.  I have been international IA from birth as well.  I was then beaten by police up the street because they observed the rape, and knew I was IA after meeting with Sgt. Gillespie, the head of IA at Indiapolis Police Department headquarters.  They later changed their name to Indianpolis Metropolitan Police Department.  They were just that dirty.  They threw me into a bed of rocks screaming explicatives by my face by the old library downtown.  they arrested me with no just cause, I sat quietly in processing and was let go.  All of you are going to have to deal with the marks on your souls.  Your records as "IMPD" officers will haunt you for all eternity.  My husband to be knows that I take care of business all by myself, and now this little FBI WHISTLEBLOWER has the FBI heckles up against IMPD.  Have a nice day, Have A Nice Day Cafe.  Jennifer K. Mayer

A Letter to Joe

 I write this message today as a public letter to my frined Joe, in Indy who owns ESG Security company.  It is the top security firm on the planet and he is special forces.  He OWNS the top mercenaries on the planet and employs them as well.  They are top former miltary from around the globe.  When I worked with him, not employed by him, he began employing some nonmilitary workers to deal with entertainment industry.  I let him know the error of his ways and he has profitted greatly from that intelligence...The U.S. Government will not be happy with this letter...Dear Joe,  It is Hope.  I need to tell you publically some things that have happened of late.  I know that I write to you and talk to you through your firm, and you always make sure they answer my calls when it is ASAP.  They are never rude and they are always scared.  I will not speak of military matters having to do with me.  The government in The U.S. will have to answer to my husband around that.  You know of the lies and you know the truth of the bondage of top soldiers and that is why mercenaries exist.  They are elite and they are cruel.  I am unmarried at this time.  My work that I do is online, through channelling, through limited phone contact, and also through working with diverse populations here in The Twin Cities.  I will just say that my documentation here for you is B.A. in premed Biology with sophmore year research published through National Academy of Science and also coursework at The University of MN after college with some coursework also at Normandale Community College and Minneapolis Community College (now called Minneapolis College and Technical College also completed after college).  That is all that the documents say.  My high school education was elite, with Vietnamese and I will say no more about that.  It all means nothing in the end.  Just ask The Vietnamese around me, especially after the U.S. military has had its way with you.  I guess the Vietnamese and I are just gutter trash.  I am just left to live on Social Security as nothing at all leaving me to just become very Buddhist in study and thought.  So there is a man in my life, and he is special forces.  He is the top and has been enslaved by that program his whole life and now he sees the gutter trash that he has been relagated to become.  All the Wiccan around him is circling now.  Special Forces set him up with a public wife he never touched and all videos and photos Wiccan produced doctored products.  He was convinced that the military and The U.S. govenment had his back and that they would keep him safe against her high level Wiccan abilities.  They did not.  She is now dead, and has been replaced without his knowledge.  He is around me here in MN, but is a player for The Arizona Cardinals at this time.  I need his mind to be strong.  Witchcraft, voodoo, satanism, and tunnel through are so very strong around me.  I do not want him to fall prey to ALCHEMY.  I sit alone and channel with my cat and contact him on occassion on a public line and also by tweet.  I did send him a Christmas card and he did call me once on both my cell and landline.  He also sent me a corporate card that I never intialized.  I live in povery, but I am still proud and we are not married yet.  I just keep it to know the reality because everyone has lied about so much for so very long.  I am sure that you too are tired of the lies.  One day I believe that I will give YOU, Joe, my FIRST corporate card.  It will be called VIE Corp.  This man has simultaneously worked for all agency and been a U.S. Marine Corp Captain his whole life.  He burned ALL of his uniforms today and now he is going after the U.S. Government through his Corporation, for SLANDER and brain washing that resulted in him signing an illegal document of marriage.  They will have to pay, fiscally for eternity.  His service to this country has been great and he has been so very brave.  He is actually scared most of the time, like me, but learned right away to free the mind of that state and relate well with others and with people in authority positions.  He now fights for my rights, for the little bit of Social Secuirty (federal program) that I get, and for the Medicare (federal program), and Medicaid that I also qualify for being at such a low socioeconomic bracket.  Work for people on Social Security has a cap at this time of $1240 a month to keep one's Medicaid.  Medicaid, which is a county program thus Hennepin County, is important to me because it pays for my gym membership (so necessary for my Spinal Stenosis especially now that I work),  20% of hospital and medical visits, and the $50 a month Medicare premium.  This man need me to stay in the community, do the work I do, protect our rights and privacy domestically and internationally, continue to help him see that he deserves a loving domestic wife like me, and now knows that he needs to see me be strong and independent from him fiscally so that he will never fall prey to lies about me and my motives.  We work, through imagery to heal his wounds from a lifetime of war.  We have never touched, but I just deal in imagery with the area of human sexuality with him so that he can understand how his past and beings in vicnity and from his and my life and past can move through him.  We work tirelessly on all of it to make sure that there will be no sexual or domestic violence in our very traditional, but high level military life.  International scene has been prepared by us today and a new creation in military hardware emerged.  It is being kept off the coast of China to protect Vietnam.  He loves my cat Pharaoh and will adopt him interantioanlly and get him his own very special military passport.  Maybe this is all just a dream, Joe?  Well, it is so much better than the lies, Joe.  You can wake up now, Joe.  Your deprogramming session is through.  Jennifer 112

A Morning Premonition

 My weblog is a place I explore, emote, and create.  I only have, at most 6 followers in a day.  I do it to honor a universe I am creating and a world to be.  I write this entry now to prevent a scene.  I am now having premonitions when I startle awake.  It is new.  I then write an entity or two, talk it out to my cat, and now I am writing it here.  Even though no one really follows, I am very careful what I put on the internet and into society.  I always have been.  It can bring about manifestation in many ways.  I had the premonition that a particular female EMS worker would come to my work while I am on til and demand my cell phone saying that it is the property of the city.  It is not.  It is paid for under a family plan with Verizon Wireless.  I do not want a new cell phone.  Mine works just fine and it has many cute pictures of my cat on it, even in a Green Bay Packers hat and a U.S. Marine Corps hat.  It has no nudity on it at all.  I have never been into pornography at all.  There are some pictures of me on it as well that documented a hard time for me and I also showed some of my creativity with these shots.  They are important to me, no one else.  If you come in, by yourself, in uniform or not, or with your whole crew, I will just call the Manager on Duty to my til directly and sit silent until he comes.  I will then explain what you have claimed.  I will explain what is on my SIM card.  I will explain to him that my cell is on the premisis in a locked location.  I will explain that the cell is under a Verizon Family Plan, paid for by my family and I will give no names of family members.  You have no warrant and I will explain that you thus have no right to my phone.  If you produce a warrant, I will check that it is signed by the proper entity.  You are not police, thus you cannot deliver the warrant.  If we need to call Verizon, it becomes a corporate matter against the city of Minneapolis and the lawsuit and criminal punishments will be huge.  Everything at my employer is on taped live and kept for an extended period of time in a location that I do know where it is.  You do not, and police do not.  I wish for no incidents at my work or in my life as a whole.  I work very hard to keep it that way and to guard my privacy.  I wish for proper EMS to continue to have what they need from our business.  That is all.  Jennifer K. Mayer 112

St. Patty's Day Thoughts

I wish the luck of the Irish for you all today on St. Patty's Day.  Being Irish, I now have to make an astute observation.  Irish are not lucky at all.  Their lives are very difficult and the diplomacy around them and against them is elite.  They barely know themselves at all, thus they house many of their biggest brains and hearts in Scotland.  They will be a force to reckon with.  It is the dance that has controlled your minds the whole time, but the lucrative of Ireland is VAMPIRIC and I am their queen.  We journey together behind a veil of mean.  I live to see my Irish King once more.  He is King Christopher Dunlap of Dublin, Ireland and his work for all agencies here in The United States has been brave.  I give him the Medal of Freedom today, emancipating him from any psychiatric study of his brain.  We will journey to Ireland one day.  I have never been, but I needed to only go with him.  Christopher, thank you for being here as black op cop for Minneapolis Police Department with your partner black op cop Ben Roethlesberger.  For Irish King and British King to work together that seemlessly, and leave to deal with the diplomacy away from me leaving me to my privacy with my cat to get some sleep was a victory.  Maybe one day it will be a play that you write for Ben to act out with me.  Ben and I will be the cops and my cat Pharaoh can be me and just communicate to the crowd telepathically.  Maybe that is silly, and so we will make it a comedy and be free of the hypocrisy.  Happy St. Patty's Day Dunlap.  Love, Hope 

Dojo Show

 Eminem, inspirit, is helping me speak tonight.  I was jumped the other night by the mixed martial arts center on Lyndale by Lake.  I was able to sweep the cheif.  He had brought through the power of black gi and had two others.  They beat me to a bloody pump.  Their students then had their way with me.  I am still walking.  I deal with pain and soarness all the time, guys, but all honorable dpjos are under me.  Watch out.  It is internationally illegal to wear your gi's in bars.  You are not rockstars.  You get it from molesting me in vicinty remotely.  Have fun.  You will all never have a gun, but police will.  I ensured that today.  You are all physocs from birth, but CHung Moo Qun is not.  Be careful where you go, because even homosexuals are reading your cues.  So master of that dojo, I know that you are gay and you almost had a revolution of gay on gay.  Now they will go at you very quietly.  You know nothing abouth reconocennse or TRUE military.  I take away ALL of yor military today and you will be tortured  in a death camp in NORTH KOREA.  Homosexuals in vicinty will make sure of it.  Vie

A Time to Be

 I received a corporate card from Cub today for a compliment from a guest.  I get a free pizza.  I have worked hard and I am proud.  I was very happy and shared the news with a neighbor and his lovely dog.  He was happy for me.  I told him to wish his wife well.  We share the same name.  I have been cleaning in many ways for many beings and spaces fastidiously for months.  Tonight the tides turned and now I see the ships on the horizon more clearly.  One who was close was not a part of the fleet and is now on his way to Levinworth.  Where he will end up is a case for the military.  I guess I am just ignorant of it all.  I made the call from behind the scenes, but living behind enemy lines has not been easy.  This man was too close to too many of high authority, thus I had to draw him in completely by trusting in him and believing that he could be valor and love.  After boundaries, my soldier is back, and the attack was hard on him too.  His whole security crew had to be released and replaced.  They will be handled in France.  I am fatigued, but the physical pain of the day has washed away.  I guess I was just listening well and even Egypt could tell.  I have a man who comes to see me from ther who is about 6'4".  I do not need to say more.  The fronts are forming in people's minds and now even the fact checkers will have to check their facts.  It will be quite funny.  We have sat wrapped in the womb of the media for so long.  Now it is time for communities to be strong and just question the facts and just what does and does not make sense.  I will not make a phrase for this action or it becomes a world attraction and not a gift for the mind and ultimately the body.  We can do better and we will.  I will just continue to work hard and be persistant.  I will no longer stand for disrespect past a degree that I can deal with it in a marriage actually.  Maybe that makes no sense to people, but I am someone of great responsibility and sensitivity to all people and beings.  I do my best and give my best to all every day.  Maybe one day my prince will come.  Can I still believe in chivalry.  I think I can even after all of it especially in Indy.  Reggie Wayne, I give you permission now to speak about our relationship publicly.  It is not a name drop guys, it is just a fantastical story that will bring the web to the spider that is me.  Love, Vie

Thank You Sweet Night

 I have artistry in me.  I do not know what will be.  I have worked as an art guard at The Walker Art Center, but have never really been into museums.  I have been to the Minneapolis Institute of Art a few times to look through their gallery and do remember a special Vatican exhibit I saw.  I do see well, but my mind records emotionally.  Much of this art was created through wizardry.  I know that now.  It was not really painted.  It was not really shaped.  It appeared in chunks as the materials sat close nearby.  My eagle eye senses this and I walk away.  The history of it bores me.  Much of it is flgrant lies and has no humor laced inside.  I need special brethren to travel with me to museums to help me see the real anatomy and places it depicts.  We will need privacy and then they can tell me more about me and my abilities with art and artists of all times and spaces.  I am an E.T. that was a prophecy even by The Nazi Party.  There were only a few, 13.  WWII exists as a space that will never be corrected until I take on my Kaisership in Germany, actually, and make it a kingdom state.  My husband will be KING and I will be Queen and we will discuss openly with the world the practical, actual, and mystical elements of WWII and completely disregard Queen Elizabeth II by not acknowledging WWI.  My king, who is both Scottish and British royal used my fingertips to write a piece a few hours ago.  Afterwards tunnel through and spells from subversives who have betrayed and abused he and I his whole life caused him to turn.  I had to have him taken away by a Csar who will be mine interationally when I reach Russia.  He is top of Romanoff tree and I am top of House of Stalin.  I choose to take the name of Romanoff there.  Through portalling, my king from here, was taken to a well in the Ukraine and dropped in there in a special net to freeze tonight.  His powers are too strong, and work must continue here.  This Romanoff works here in this country undercover and is a U.S. Marine Corp Capt. and now U.S. and International Special Forces.  These men all need to work together.  They are not enemies, but always need to guard me from the abilities of all the tops so that I can work and concentrate in piece.  I do pick up on subterfuge very well, but I need my rest and time to laugh, sing, and create too.  That is all.  Vie

Preventing a Block

 I channel.  This is a process that began for me about 12 years ago when a book flew off the shelf in front of me that was "Opening to Channel."  It is basically a good instruction base, but this process is not to be taken lightly.  I was firm in my processs of Buddhism and all studies of psychology at the time.  I now know that it was my own sorcery coming to be.  I am now lead in that community through a special library at Cambridge University.  I do not dark arts, I just study all, as well as studying all forms of material realm evil.  I have always been an observer, but being born military, I knew right away to be marine and follow instruction to a t, and general and know when to stand up and use my voice, education, and boundary situations that could become nasty, even mystically.  I let a man come through my fingertips today and speak.  She is mine now.  Please be respectful or walk away.  She has my corporate card, but never intialized it even when she spent 10 days with no money at all.  We work separate.  I use abilities that she chooses not to have so that she can care for her cat, those in her vicinity, and the community.  She is not a witch and never has practiced witchcraft, but knows plenty about it.  She keeps it out of courts of law, even internationally, and out of military tribunals at this time.  I do practice all dark arts and I will use witchcraft at any of you who go at her.  She has another powerful friend, top of voodoo, who is here too, and he will out that gought as well.  She deals with her pain and the chaos around her very well and always has.  She deals with diversity effortlessly and her adversity is very well documented even by the military.  I am high level miltary, but I am high corporation, and in a popular industry as well.  Mess with my woman and you will go to hell.  Talk about her behind her back, or especially online, and we will file criminal slander felonies against you, internationally.  We are coming for all of you.  Mind your p's and q's.  Royals,this means you too.  She threatens no one, but I will not be so kind.  This channel is my mind, she stays pure and just types every word I need before I put military blocks on The Twin Cities and starve you all out.  A Very Angry Soldier

Working Out the Kinks

 I am working with my new computer and trying to work the glitches out.  There were things in the setup that said they did not run properly.  I did notice the typing was a bit behind my pace yesterday.  It is fine now.  I had a difficult time turning on the computer a few moments ago.  I am just making a list for my appointment with Best Buy on Wednesday.  The Geek Squad can figure it out.  Aaron Rodgers has a special internet gift and now I think that it has extended to my computer because my computer turned on and the alert sign in the corner is gone.  I have felt Aaron with me all day in spirit.  He has had his troubles of late, but I believe that the man can be who he creates in himself and be the shelf he wants to be on each day.  He needs to not make it a moment to moment thing or he will go insane very publically on TV.  I know to just thank him in this brief way because people do not in the everyday.  My work went well and I even was able to help give some Cub friendliness to people in disability community.  I enjoyed the opportunity.  People were a bit chatty today, and that does bring out the sunshine outside and in me.  I liked that.  We all kept it brief and boundaried and even found some comedy.  My kitty now explores the cabinets under my sink where I keep my bags.  I joke that he is a drug and bomb sniffing kitty.  It really bangs loud when he shuts them.  He now knows how to do it without disturbing the bags, and thus they do not fall out anymore.  I love my lovely Pharaoh and I always will.  He heals my pain.  When I come home so soar and lay down, he just intuitively finds the area of most pain and lays on it.  His warmth and energy heals and I feel better.  He will even stay there for hours while I sleep.  Well that is all.  Love,  Jennifer who goes by Vie literarilly

New HP PC

 I did it.  I am triumphant.  I will keep it brief.  My apartment is clean.  Best Buy sold me a reasonably priced HP today and my mother as well.  We will be working on the same machines.  My job has paid off to allow me this option.  I am proud to be part of the workforce and more a part of the community.  I did get some sleep.  We went to a great lunch at Panera.  I had to call XFINITY and it took an eternity to get the keys to my internet to intialize this device, but I did it.  I was very patient and positive, but I also stook up for myself.  Cordiality goes a long way in service industry.  I have had to have both my computers running with my cell phone too to do the work to get this project to bare fruit.  I have the boys hockey tourney on in the background.  Intialization through email and cell has been a part of all my sights.  I now have a new user ID and a new password for my internet and my email.  My computer is protected too.  Have a great evening all of you.  Jennifer

Even Shackled, the Wild Win Tonight by 3

 Today I walked to work in the beautiful sunshine.  I was rounding the corner by Cub and my phone played "It's Gettin Hot in Here."  I then looked up and the ladder fire truck from down the street was parked in front of me facing me.  One of the firemen was sitting on the grill sunning himself and another was just moving around.  I just danced to the beat and sang a bit.  It was fun.  Sometimes firemen need to know that they are hot, because their J O B is difficult in this vicinity.  It happens to professional and other men alike around me due to lack of energy and lies about their appearance to their faces.  I have known about it for a long time.  I just try to smile and give a knod to the grandeur that appears around me like an African SAFARI.  I had been dealing with some mirror issues myself this morning, thus I am nothing at all and through music, I can bring a beat through and find something new.  I came home and intuitively put on my Wild Suter Jersey.  I did lay down for a little while because I was soar.  The day had been taxing.  I enjoy the interaction, but it is still a lot for my sensitivities and my spinal stenosis to handle.  the walk there and home is stressful as well.  I got up to watch the 6 pm news on WCCO.  I heard that Aaron resigned with Green Bay today and was so very happy and my cat Pharaoh was too.  I then searched sports cable and found a Wild pregame and then game on Ballys sports North.  They are doing great after a 3 game drought at home.  It is now 5 to 3 Wild ahead with 1 minute left in the 3rd.  Maybe it was lucky that I was just here at the right time to cheer on the state of hockey, the NHL, and THE WILD.  I planned my outfit including outer gear and hair, filled my cat's bowls, and did the dishes to divert and diverge their energies creating new angles and changing their potential into kinetic energy.  They just won.  CONGRATULATIONS Zach Parise.  That is just a shout out to a brother from a different mother.  Love, Vie

A Time to Cook

 I started a pot roast early after getting instructions from my mom.  I chose to do the slow cook function, thus it will be done at 7:45 pm.  I used lipton onion soup with amazing beef 2 for 1 sale from Cub.  I chuncked it into 5 pieces.  I added 2/3 cup water, some soy sauce, savory spice, and some soy sauce and let it cook.  I then put my baby carrots in a bowl and cut up two yellow onions.  I added salt, pepper, and sage.  I used my hands to mix it together.  I then cut up the yellow potatoes and put pepper on them.  I put them in a separated pyrex/ tupperware container.  I put both containers in the fridge.  The first mixture I added halfway and the potatoes I will add two hours before the finish.  I then went to Uptown to Huntington Bank to get some cash.  I spoke with a beautiful Austrian woman teller there.  i then went to Great Clips to get some clarifier and conditioner for my hair.  I then moved on to The YWCA and swam a mile.  I came home and added the onions and carrots.  The hallway and my apartment smells great.  I listened to The eminem Staion on Pandora on my journey.  I now know that 50 Cent who signed with Em in the day is FBI and has been protecting Em's rights all along without Em knowing it.  that is why he always stayed out out gang trade, crack culture, and traveled on his own.  He will be a great film producer very soon.  LA is a mess.  they need his law and order.  Em it is now time for 50 to "spit" his words on the front page of The New York Times.  he will know what to say and when.  You will not.  You are part of no federal governmental agency.  Stay away from GANG ATASKFORCE work 50.  I am lead federali.  I have now deposed ALL federalis internationaally and taken away their passports.  My number two will be Ben Roethlesberger who has worked tirelessly for special forces in South America and for their interests in Asia.  Vie

The Butterfly in Me

Tonight I made Chinese.  It was LaChoy chicken chow mein.  I added a little ground pepper, some fresh celery, some soy sauce, and some teriaki sauce.  It turned out great with the white rice and crispy noodles.  I have plenty for a few days.  I had new chopsticks in the drawer that I could use.  I was using chopsticks by the time I was two on Oahu.  We would go to a great Chinese Restaurant downtown Honolulu and eat quite often.  We went back when I was 16 and the place was still there.  I love Asian Cuisine.  It carries me through in times of need.  It was so nuturing tonight.  There was ginger in the chicken sauce.  It was divine.  I think that I will make pot roast tomorrow.  I am doing my laundry tonight.  I did the dishes and took a shower.  My job is going well and the interaction with people is so very healthy and nourishing for me.  i get to be part of a team, and work with a community that has struggled greatly lately.  Kindness is accepted with much warmth and appreciation.  I am also starting to come out of my shell at my HOA.  I am speaking to people with dogs more and having nice exchanges.  Friendships have been many for me in my life, but they always end in betrayel.  I now understand why.  I will not explain my eagle eye here.  I have also dealt with extensive domestic abuse.  In Indiana, I was placed in three domestic violence shelters by police.  I will keep their identities silent here to protect their staff and clientelle.  I am not here to be "poor me TV."  I am just saying that I am experiencing some rebirth and maybe the spring holds something beautiful for this butterfly.  Jennifer

Lunch and a Tour

 I feel as if I should put a little online right now about my day. Iran errands with my mother and we had a fabulous lunch at Christos.  Carol, the owner, partial owner, or wife of the owner sat us quickly even though it was busy.  Gus, the owner, sat and talked to us.  He got our drinks, took our order, and delivered our food.  It was just so NYC pretty to me.  We smoozed about hockey and a very shee shee contract he had gotten with an agency serving the NHL.  I was decked out in WILD gear, thus promoting the conversation.  I just wore it intuitively.  I am so very happy for him and Carol. They have worked so hard in The twin Cities and to all my accounts have stayed so GREEK the whole time.  I then dropped off my books at the library, and my mother and I went grocery shopping at CUB Foods.  Thank you all who serve the city by working in all these spaces that some people never do see.  You are almighty to me in your abilities and soon new things will come to be.  I just believe.  Vie