My second language is French. I am now channeling a discussion with my French professor from Como Park University School and Academy. Her name is Madame Solo-Taylor. She was brought directly from The Sorbonne to teach me, personally. Being so amazingly gifted, both artistically and academically, she had been made the head of the Sorbonne, at birth. She had called out, telepathically, to the authorities, in Paris, when her mother gave birth to her, and left her on the street. The Sorbonne picked it up, and went to her aid, immediately. Her gifts and imagery were that amazingly apparent. The Sorbonne cares about no one, and they did care about her from day one. She had beautiful long brown hair, and was very petite. The Sorbonne had supplied her with a protector who was a royal consort to her. They even had elite sexuality in the classroom when people could not see. He was dashingly good looking and was her graduate student, but she knew of deceit from an early age, JEALOUSY in every way, so she always had a gun when others tried to have fun. I studied for 3 years under her tutelage. Her powers of perception were great, especially with The Vietnamese in the classroom who had been speaking French from birth and were full of hate. "Zero fault leve les mains," is what she would say after every assignment was graded by us. It was hard for me when I was not perfect, but she saw that I always graded my own papers fairly and would not raise my hand if I had made an error. I did not go outside my range of ken. I did it again and again. Today we speak of fluency. I have a blunt force head injury from birth and other attacks after. My rerouting process, since it started right away, is elite. French fluency was difficult for me, but I followed her instruction and never missed class. On days that I was absent, I always did the assignments. On remote view she could see the deceit of The Vietnamese and how it weighed on my memory as her grad student tunneled through her at the same time he tunneled through me. Their sexuality gave them this key. It was a new technique and it made my CIA cronies very nervous. I felt very plebian at the time, and my life was fairly flat. I went as far as I could go. When I did not go for a fourth year, she was more than just disappointed. It was Roger Bosveld, my swim coach and math educator, who tunneled through you because, like me, he raped you satanistically in a closet. He tried to give us both pregnancy. It happened to you after it happened to me in the classic 9th grade year. I was not having conscious sexuality, thus it would have destroyed my life, actually. My fugue states would have been history and men everywhere would have had to stay away due to military minded deceit, in vicinity. So as we channeled Madame, we spoke of fluency. I have had moments of fluency more recently. My undercover work in DOC industry in Indy spawned a beginning to this evolution. It was the abject torture and the complete and utter realization that no matter what I did for community, in artistry, in academia, and so forth, no one on Earth cared about me. The brutal cruelty was unceasing, but my elite nature fought. I did all things to steal my body, mind, and spirit, and met a king of all rings. He is head of Romanoff tree. Listening and understanding French (my head injury also causes me to do direct translation which can be slow) can be difficult because Wiccans tunnel through me to confuse me, but a lockdown will happen today having to do with the linguistic abilities of Tom Brady who speaks 18 languages from birth, and Dick Cheney's diplomacy, simultaneously overseas especially in banking trade. I now give you Bremer Bank today, Madame. It will suit you nicely and your power will make the grey in your hair disappear, instantly. Your knight will come to you on one knee and propose. Accept immediately, and he will give you the oral you so need and deserve. He has loved you and worshipped you since before he was even born. Our time in that classroom was a dream for him. Make him your secretary and do the wild thing to rap music loud and be proud. Verbalize and vocalize when he is between your thighs. Your singing voice will then emerge instantly. Any genre, anytime. Just start to put it online. Your evolution will start a revolution. So in our discussion, I discussed that I learn as the process guides me and others around me then learn properly. They can then not go exponential learning stealing my gifts from me, because they down my ability to appear geniusy to me. This keeps me undercover and living anonymously. I then explained to you that French was like learning musical instruments for me. I took 6 years of piano, 2 years of French Horn (both B flat and F), and 1 year of viola all before the age of 14. I never reached fluency, but was a great friend and performer for those places. I competed for my spot, and was first chair a lot. Choir was easier, and I was always first chair. I now know that the learning center in the brain for language and music is the same. It is on the right side amygdala processing and mine is now mystically repairing through the spiritual warfare and study that I do. Fluency is coming even in French. Je suis LE REINNE, Madame. Ma Roi adore ma vagine. I can now express my sexuality in a way artistically, as well, through imagery, and sequester, here, and not be full of fear. I cloister at this time, and now my emotional artistry, vocally, is emerging. It is now becoming a very personal expression of my soul. Around those who have grown cold, and have let the evil within them prevail, it is dangerous for me to show such artistry and vulnerability, publicly. The voice is the faith chakra, the center of will. My will to do the work of almighty hierarchy from birth has been strong, and impossibly elite, for the military who cannot compete. They still chain their best, and try to make them insane. I walk alone in this time and space. Demons are afoot and they are rage. Everything I do and say gets them angry, and they want to DESTROY me, and especially, my artistry. Help me Madame and the women of Le Revolution, le resistance. Madame is an evermore and was the head of le resistance in WWII. She knows those tunnels between Paris and Germany better than anybody. Please be safe. It is okay to be scared for me, Madame, but you know that back then in school they hated me too, and the danger was afoot all around. Snakes on their bellies, you know that I should not be able to hear sound. Do not rehash the past. Be part of the future and the solution. Be not bitter, be QUEEN, LA REINNE of every scene. J'adore toi. Je t'aime. Jenny your MONIQUE
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