So yesterday I took a nap and woke up with a thought to sing something. I wanted to do something new. I have been experiencing some interesting evolutions in my voice quality, and register. I decided to just pick a song from Phantom of the Opera. I chose "Think of Me." I listened to it once, and then sang it almost perfectly without even the words in front of me. I have always been an alto. I also tried another song and it went well, but I only played it, and sang it right away, with never having heard it before. I was so very proud. I was excited, so I wrote to The Minnesota Opera to tell them about this very interesting experience that I am having. My parents used to have a church choir director, named Clinton, at Good Samaritan United Methodist Church who was a director for The Minnesota Opera. I had gone to a few rehearsals when he was there, but I did not sing. I was just waiting for my parents. I did let them know that I knew this man through that channel. I see creation differently. It is freely flowing from me. I am separate from all industry for a reason. I guide my own destiny, thus blossom in the ways that need to be for me to live in community safely, and progress academically and diplomatically. Now there is a blossoming of even algae in the sea and I did study Phycology when I got my degree. Chlorophora is first, and the air bladders will expand when necessary as sea creatures tunnel through to have what they need to eat, allowing the sun to be the gun that releases the oxygen into the water. Rhodaphora will be next and cyanobacteria, an anaerobic algae will be kept to a minimum. Nets will then stay sound for fishing. I need to have my space to contemplate science, and academia in community as well. I am also creating through cooking, and it does bring comedy through that is very and elite. It is telling of all communities, nations, specialites, and industries just to begin with. By channeling in this way, I bring through elites, and read them, and their intentions with me and with society. Tonight I made Hamburger Helper Cheese and Macaroni. I seasoned the beef with celery salt, savory spice, and plenty of black pepper from a grinder. I put extra cheddar cheese, drained and rinsed black beans, red hot chili peppers, and taco sauce. It turned out great. It was spicy to the perfect degree. As I create, I begin to love in a new way. It changes every day. It evolves and now I work with a man coming through who has taken a lot pain and is not insane. He holds many rings, very literally, and many keys. He is not diseased, but voodoo tries to take his soul. I taught him tonight how to fight. He will use BLACK BEANS after straining and rinsing (releasing the tin can taste) to cook the voodoo feasts that he does so well in The South. We will then have the right, even in Germany, to fight. He can order a meal accompanied by a full plate of black beans as described specifically directly to the chef. He can eat the plate of beans first, and I will eat his meal if need be. He will choose that meal with no say from me. Together, as we work in science and community, my appetite will grow because we will be working every show, and I will have to keep weight on. Wiccan witches will always hunt me, and then others cannot accuse me of practicing their craft. If I am full after my meal, I will not even touch his. We will wrap it up and give it to the first male indigent that we see, and their satanism and tunnel through in community will protect me. We will keep them sound psychiatrically, and keep the community free of physiological disease, even curing cancer along our way. We are both actually surgeons today. I have been from birth, his is new. This is a note from Dr. Mayer 112.
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