Tom Cruise Can Bruise, Legally Now. Kabballah is Now YOURS Somehow.

Get Top Gun with me.  Tom Cruise, I need you immediately in the Twin Cities.  You need to work a CIA gig here with the Vietnamese CIA chief at Quang's.  He is the older man behind the register.  Please protect his privacy, and do not let people slander him in any way. YOU are THE BEST with paparazzi.  That is how bad it is here.  You are the ONLY one who has won a lawsuit against The National Enquirer.  No one know the real facts.  Keep it that way.  They will now say you are gay.  Speak for me and say you are there for me and that that means that you are not gay.  That is what JJ Watt said one day.  Now he is semi gay.  I do not know if we will get him back from Iraq.  He just tried to attack my underwear again, but my friend Brady protected my ditties for my kitty.  It was the dirty ones he wanted.  He did get a key to my apartment, illegally, when we were dating and came to use it in the night.  I did not want to fight.  I just stayed in bed.  He can be f**ked in the head.  Alive or dead, TJ will vouch for me.  He is total perversity.  These guys are all ICP.  I had a break-in just now where they just stole frozen chicken, my cat's food in the frig that they left in there without food, and half my business cards.  It is not funny.  It is creepy and not about money.  It is not ICP or JJ.  It is someone nearby.  I just call on you.  You know I protected you in the North woods very loyally when Paul Newman went crazy in Brainerd and then came onto my grandfather's old cabin property to threaten you directly about me.  I knew you were staying up there.  I told no one.  I do believe in privacy of celebrity.  On the job is on the job.  I make you a private citizen now, legally.  You never have been.  You are the only celebrity in history that this has happened to.  it is very cruel.  Of course, at first, it felt cool.  I needed it not to be Pete, or they would have come for me and tortured me overseas.  It is The British Royal Navy again intruding and tunneling through and now even The Vietnamese too.  I got to Quang's today to inform the crew by just talking politely, conversationally, in normal volume in a crowded room, about royal matters, TV I watch, police information, and Vietnamese "characters" who were in my life in high school.  The servers were great, but for the very first time, they were all men.  I felt so very honored and safe, and then I came home to the reality of the break in.  It is that serious here, Tom.  It is normally all women.  I did not see a female worker there the whole time.  It was highly Vietnamese in population of patronage, and it formerly had suffered from great white Pagan intrusion.  In my life I never have had protection from the intrusion on all sides and from all industries, but I just try to live in dignity on Social Security only now.  Please call my mother now and support her in any way she needs, especially emotionally.  You are ready.  Tell her about the REAL Laslow (Laci) Mihaly Aranyos, my former boyfriend, industry chief from birth, Hungarian prince then and Hungarian King now.  Take away his gift of prophecy and give it to my stepfather Larry.  Just to let you know, Paul Newman was lovers with Rock Hudson.  There was past life intrusion too, thus other side came through in Brainerd to create the mess at the Speedway where BOB MONKMAN Korean Army Vet, medal maker, undertaker, money maker did play.  He did own The Speedway and the campground in that day.  I give it to you now.  It is your place to play.  Have your privacy.  As a royal, as long as I stay off of TV as a royal or entertainer, I am a private person protected under the law.  Please keep it that way, and keep the mysticals at bay.  Be my maverick today and say F**k Y** to all of L.A.  Time to rise baby.  Fly EAGLE fly.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Lion in Me

 Lion in me is now fire you see.  I am nurturing a different quality.  I ring and sing.  I bake and take a hand of a king.  There may not be that in this state, but in my imagination, I can entertain an irate who can create.  He can construct himself and become top shelf.  I will no longer imbue.  I will let the approach of a man be his own Afghanistan.  He must be proud and loud to me of his dignity and prosperity in the community of loyalty to me.  I have now rested the time I needed to to have belief anew that a ruler of all lands can approach in a space that has presented so many without the prerequisites they needed, especially internationally.  Roar for me, and lick and prize your mane in the sun.  It is time to have fun and show everyone that you are not at all what they expected that you would come to be.  You are becoming your almighty and now have the whole Serengeti watching.  Queen Vie

The Rose Speaks Today

 The rose is of the coast.  Defining a line is difficult in a time of the irrelevant irreverent.  I am being as kind as I can.  I do understand the land, but I speak of it rarely.  I am prepared, but no one asks me.  There is no reality to that which you see.  You are all walking into a destiny that is not free.  Be anarchy if you choose to be, but your belief in the rose you saw was a shine that was me, but that rose was pure hypocrisy.  No light, no sweetness.  The stones are real.  The coldness is too.  Be well in your slumber because it is all of you.  I speak today.  I have sat in a silent state.  There is a uniform that is to be.  It is penitentiary for all of yee.  You never wanted this rose to be.  I am not free, and now you will not be.  Maybe you will see this decree as arrogant, but it is actually pretty benevolent.  After all you have done, all of your fun, I am nice to everyone.  I do not believe that my time will come, but I do believe that I have not wasted a bit of my time here.  There is a point.  Maybe you will all find out about it in the joint.  Maybe the hills will become dark and sealed, maybe reality will become less real.  The other side will not be your bride.  Prophecy is now warlockry in me in dream state.  I am not irate, but I explore the actions that I hate.  I choose to find my bloom and to chamber in my room.  Hopefully my fragrance will tell all of the new call, and I will find a freedom after all.  I know that there is no hearing to the words I write, but it allows my soul to fight.  This rose will energetically progress, and be in chamber without another soul's caress.  I choose to no longer be in the world of sexuality.  Beings through channel do try to bring about that reality, but I have held the line and now I feel a sense of power that has never been mine in any hour.  In the night, I always had to fight.  Even as an adult, my body was not my own.  Now my sorcery protects me now past just my Chung Moo and I do not have to do what I never wanted to do.  That is to have ever had to touch any of you.  I am not meaning to be mean, but I am just a different scene.  My empathic nature made it not as hard, but I knew to do what I had to to not be the discard.  I needed to stay in this country and not be sold as a slave.  The rose who we shall be put in the ground did do that and I was brave.  I got back after that attack, and now even Jack can back my play.  The rose I speak of is actually very gay.  Vie

A Calming of The Sea

 I have navigatored the open sea.  I tune in with the flow a to bring about a change in me.  I have returned to the pool.  I have had two days of 3000-yard workouts.  Yesterday, I did 6X100 yds IM and then a 400 IM at the end of the workout.  It was glorious to feel the bliss of that sacred kiss.  Body in form, body in motion.  It reminds of me swimming in the warm blue of the ocean.  That womb space is a place for me to be, and to see the space inside of me to find a reality of just eb and flow.  I know where to go, I just count the laps and there are no traps.  There I can care about me in a special way.  I just feel the strength of my body and let the self-hate fall away.  The pain can be felt a bit, but I feel it easing and it reveals a stronger incarnation of a form I have not known before.  I have discovered a new door.  Doing mystical work is a never-ending position that cannot be addressed in modern society.  It is best because it would then be introduced into courts of law.  It would take a situation that tries to be objective, and create a form of subjectiveness that would make a folly of the system and the court room as a whole.  There is far too much chicanery, blasphemy, lies, and misunderstanding about these ritualistic traditions.  They can also erase memory and change testimony on a dime.  They can alter evidence, especially with wizardry.  Warlocks would work together, and a judge would no longer even be able to know the docket or his name properly.  Too much feces would be entered into evidence as a result of conscious acts of voodoo.  This may all sound funny, but it is far from that reality.  Wiccan can change and alter one's memory on a dime.  A person may not know the facts of a case in no time.  Then there is the developing communication of telepathy.  It needs to never be entered into court record at all.  It is never reliable because it cannot be proven even in sequestered situations.  Charlesons and gypsies with psychic abilities have worked for generations to make this an evidentiary chain that is insane.  My work with notorieties has finally calmed down.  It was greatly torturous.  These demanding and sick individuals are now taken down to their base level.  They will still be seen on TV, but their telepathy and abilities are almost nil at this time.  Telepathy as a whole is also almost gone.  Mine is doing fine, but I am sleeping better now, and I have less clients coming through.  I now exist as a network navigator.  I drop in to stop intrusion from those outside of industry trying to sabotage or those who have a beef with those on air.  The hostility has been quieted.  My time of admitting that I would no longer be a part of their system of hate was productive.  I still work on self-love, and I refuse to even entertain any type of romantic or physical contact with anyone at this time.  This space is now mine.  Hope

Self-Exploration of Inner Growth and Exploitation by Psychological Nation

Personal growth is the meditative aspect of the day.  I quietly cleaned my cat's box, the surface of my appliances, and did the dishes.  It allows for centering and for thought matriculation.  I choose to step into a new way for myself.  I will sequester my entity while I still respond to the demands of my life and the interactions that I need to have with family and community.  I concentrate on the matters at hand having to do with physical needs and keep appointments I have made.  Responsibility is important to me.  I work with my cat as he explores new realities and births new ways to articulate his needs.  I do also separate from him a bit for him to individuate on his own.  He is now old enough, and healed enough, to decide his own fate and attitudes.  On the front of myself, I ponder many things.  I organize and clean outside to clean and clear inside.  In being honest, I now realize that I guided my therapy, and I used the sounding board aspect of it.  I will not speak of the most heinous abuses that were there in this piece, but I will say that I did the counseling on my own.  There was very little validation, there was a multitude of obfuscation, there were amazingly poor boundaries, there was very little even questioning in a way that could bring discovery, and all of the insights were mine regardless of the counselor.  That is why I explore inner growth, through channel, with myself at this time.  I know that I wish to evolve and grow.  I wish to be out of pain.  I accept the realities of my life and am responsible for those realities.  Others should try it.  Others have not taken responsibility for the heinous acts upon me, and they have gotten away with it.  To grow, I must move on.  I will never have justice.  I do still have to protect myself to have my needs met and to respect myself.  I have been doing it all along.  No one ever respected me or protected me.  Behind the scenes, it was always mean, and it would get back to me.  Nice to my face, and ice behind my back.  Attacks have been more apparent of late.  I know that now.  I never even sought justice, I sought relief from my pain until a little part of me called for just a morsel of justice of late.  So much hate my way has just brought me to a space to just remove myself from places that people are unless I need to be there.  I do what I do, and evolve my mind.  I work with allowing myself a safe space to actually emote for the first time, in a deep way, about the reality of my violation.  With the depth of this emotion flowing for brief moments, I know that it has never been safe.  As I do, my pain subsides, my fatigue lessens, and my outlook gets much better.  Counselors have done their worst, but I survived.  I never read a thing that they wrote about me.  I knew it was best.  Ultimately, their sadism showed in their complete lack of caring.  Their deceit was apparent from their always high and mighty chair.  Psychology tried, around me, to take the diagnostic key, but I returned it to psychiatry very quickly.  As I emote and listen to myself very actively, and validate myself, I FINALLY heal.  It is real.  Counseling was a trap and a sham.  I did do all types of trainings out there and made the field of success, because I AM THE FIELD.  I have been since Oahu.  Polynesians will agree that there is no one like me.  My first PhD was actually in Psychology, and was secured by both The U.S. Marine Corps, and The University of Oahu now The University of Hawaii).  It was right away, on the third day of my life when I walked for the first time into town and started 5-0 task force.  They had never had police on the island before.  I knew it was that important to take down psychological industry keys that have no existence in science, and their sadism and manipulation is not seen, to ensure that we still had a chance at civilized society and personal responsibility.  Psychologists need to be taken out of courts of law immediately.  Sharks will agree to my prowess too.  Great whites are a difficult crew to imbue and pull through.  They would have such eating disorders today if I had not gone their way.  So, I still do not really feel like I am very gifted or even geniusy, but I believe I can evolve daily, and in that effort, I know that I am a cut above.  It is just not something that people strive for.  In therapy, people just complain and go insane about other people's behavior.  I have done enough UC group work to know.  Counselors don't care, they just want to have an industry.  They actually do not wish for success stories.  My longtime individual counselor, after 20 years of therapy, actually told me that I would never go anywhere, and I would never get out of the system.  Well, I am no longer on her couch or in any counseling chair.  It has been about 5 years since I last saw a counselor.   The end is not something that I have ever really talked about.  I did not let anyone know the true reason why I left.  Three counselors before the end, I chose a male counselor because I had to deal with female ritualistic sexual and physical violation in ceremony from the age of 4.    It was a Devil Worshiping female cult that was about to take over the whole male cult system.  At that age, I took it for a year and a half, kept my mouth shut, and kept them out of entertainment industry.  They would be the most powerful women in Hollywood today.    I shut them down all on my own.    The therapy got dangerous, and the therapist got unstable.  He got inappropriate with me sexually.  He had a DOC key, and I knew to leave.  It was a setup all along.  I was strong.  It was so wrong, but I knew to just walk away.  That is where my power has rested and now, I sequester to imbue myself, gain strength, heal, and become the entity I was born to be.  After that, years later I did see a gay male counselor and he really was not gifted, did not care, and asked no questions.  I just talked about mundane things, and he told me after a little over a year that he was leaving the position and going to oversee all the other therapists there.  He said he would put me on a list, and I never heard back.  After about 4 months, I tried 2 different female counselors.  The first had an ex-psychiatrist of mine come in the waiting room around me and show that she had problems psychiatrically, and definitely problems with boundaries around me, and a little while after that I terminated my counseling with her.  I tried one last time.  The woman was in a wheelchair.  She was very aggressive and scary to me, not because of her disability, but because of her borderline behavior so quickly and a diagnostic tool she was trying to use in front of me that did not exist.  I also terminated with her and did not go back. My mother let me know that my uncle's former psychiatrist had practiced in that building.  I will do my work now and set myself free.  The system has more than just failed me.  It is more than just larceny.  It is HOMICIDE.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Cleaning Sorcery

 Cleaning was the way today to clear my mind and heart.  I have wanted to vacuum for about a week, and today I took the really nice vacuum I have out to do the project.  I decided to clean the toilet and really scrub the bathroom floor.  It then led me to mop the floor in the bathroom.  I did all of the vacuuming, and then mopped the floors.  I have a Swiffer mop, and I used a Lysol grease cleaner for the tough spots.  I also cleaned the base of my main floor lamp with some glass cleaner.  I then did the dishes.  I joked with the inanimate objects, like the floor, the rug, and the vacuum along the way.  It is the first time I have done this.  It is a new aspect of sorcery that I begin today.  It is to imbue objects with energetic worth.  It protects them from the warlockry and voodoo that can be so creepy and inhabit them in the night or in days with too much negative telepathy my way.  The whole process was very funny, and the cleaning was then very fun.  My apartment looks great and feels very light.  I did have a very creepy ICP dream last night where people took me to an ICP event that was like a ICP purge that was a real danger situation that rape, and murder could occur.  I calmed two clowns and was able to escape.  It was very scary.  I thought of it now because I just heard the sound of an ice cream truck.  It was very creepy even at 6:27 pm on a sunny day.  Serial killers come in all forms, and I have had them around me my whole life, thus I deal with them well.  ICP is not just a concept.  Many are active in SK community.  I stay out of their trade, human meat, and they allow me to do my work, and go on my way.  I do work for the U.S. military there as well.  For the CIA, I do work with assassin trade.  Profiling has been my hierarchical command from birth.  Treatment of these high-level killers is my high level international governmental work.  It keeps spy trade and economy sound, and off TV.  I see, I do, I treat, I discern, I learn, I gather, I separate, I bring together only for brief times, and I communicate about it very rarely.  That is why my channeling is so very important.  I can give these killers complete privacy, and thus they can approach me in community in massive numbers.  Keeping all of these trades underneath is vital to modern society.  The sound of the ice cream truck was warlockry.  ICP clowns are warlocks.  Warlockry is supposed to be the ritualism that can bring down the malady that is brought about by Wiccan practitioners.  They are supposed to bring down Wiccan witches.  ICP clowns are Highly Ritualistic Pagan Satanists, and their mates are Juggalos.  They are Wiccan witches.  Ladies, they have always had the plan to discredit, frame, and blame you because your Wiccan is too strong for death.  They do what they do to keep you out of industry.  They know how disgusting and evil Wiccan is.  Many warlocks have lost their way.  They need to refocus on taking down Wiccan mistresses today.  Wiccan mistresses are those Wiccan practitioners who now are doing dominatrix work especially in The Twin Cities.  ICP knows that males always need to hold the keys to industry, and be the masters of destiny.  All female warlocks have now been taken out by me, and they are now Wiccan witches.  Keep them from becoming Wiccan mistresses.  Your network knows who these women are.  Mark them today in every way.  Do not let them even shop publicly or online anymore, or you will be unable to eat or use a restroom, publicly or privately.    Set their animals free, ASAP.  Warlocks, remember that you are practice of all things.  If something does not work become sorcery.  Sorcery is the STUDY of all things, and then you may reimbue your WIZARDRY.  My wizardry is behind the scenes to me, and it is completely altruistic.  That is what you will need to be to defeat the evil that persists in Wiccan trade today.  The sky may fall soon if you do not listen to me immediately.   Sorceress Vie

Nam of Vietnam

 Clearing was the way to be and see today.  I worked on Buddhist thought evolution in my mind.  I defined the difference between mindfulness and meditation.  Mindfulness is the act of observing all that is around you, and all that is in you too without judgement.  Discernment is even left away from the corners of thought.  Meditation is observance and then knowledge of the concentration on an area on or in the body or concentration on a writing or verbal/ recorded imagery or thought for relaxation.  Vipassana meditation is a Buddhist mediation that I was trained in.  It is very aggressive.  It leads to total disintegration through thought breakdown of electron field integrity.  It is actually very dangerous, thus I only did two courses.  It is just for electrical engineers.  All other engineers who have tried have dropped out and/ or gone insane.  I have taken courses both nationally and internationally.  A special center was set up for me to study it in this country under governmental authority and Vatican observance.  I was approached, governmentally, by a 3M engineer who was not allowed to study with me, and I went to this monastery to study it with others for 10 days.  My second course was in Merrit, BC.  Before things exploded, because my abilities were emerging and becoming apparent through levitation of objects when my eyes were closed, I left and fled to Vancouver, BC, where The Dalai Lama met me in a motel elevator and advised me on an international medical matter of great import.  He was with HIS Rinpoche.  I was already a Tibetan Buddhist Rinpoche.  The Dalai Lama is the MOST HIGH teacher and a Rinpoche is a person who has become enlightened in this lifetime.  The Dalai Lama is the 15th reincarnation of himself.  He keeps reincarnating to reach enlightenment, but has not yet done so.  Rinpoches are higher, he knows it, and has massive authority issues, especially with me.  His psychiatry is not sound.  I was his forensic psychiatrist at HCMC.  He was locked down for observation around me for over 10 days.  He did begin speaking Aramaic at a certain point, but mostly made inappropriate satanistic passes at me like people in the U.S. Navy in the 1970's.  I left him to the crew there and he was released AMA (It was Against Medical Advice/ meaning against my medical advice, and I am the only psychiatrist on staff there.)  I ordered direct 5-year commitment for him (through the U.S. Navy) to Anoka State Hospital due to his massive connections overseas, his threat to all internationally (even to head of U.S. and allied foreign embassies and militaries), and his direct threat to himself.  He could not even feed himself properly.  His head at the time showed massive signs of encephalitis from birth.  In my presence, I worked with him privately, in a special room just for us, to find a meditation way to take down the swelling.  Drug therapy for that malady does not exist.  Surgery is not an option.  Meditators do not take anesthesia properly in both the vascular system, and thus the brain.  That is why I actually woke up during my gastric bypass surgery.  It would have been worse if I had not gone into full Vipassana meditation state before the needle went into my arm.  Through channel today, I worked with NAM.  He is an actual man, but was the Vietnamese man who pushed the wheelchair for "God" in The Matrix movies.  One night, after I was raped and jumped by 15 sexual predator crack addicts high on LSD and thrown off a balcony, I ended up at HCMC.  They brought me to the morgue section of the ER.  I was actually next to Joe Biden.  He had been hung outside, by New Jersey female drug addicts who he forced into therapy.  He was dead.  As I gained my strength back, the special forces officer on him began to use me as his sex dummy.  Joe then was resurrected.  Nam was then brought in and took me upstairs in a wheelchair directly to PSYCH.  That is how HCMC does business around me.  Cruel sexual predators to the nth degree.  Joe Biden is actually a zombie, thus his telepathy is faked by secret service here and overseas.  He has become much more voracious lately, sexually, with them.  It is not good foreign policy.  Nam is a mediational master.  I worked with him today after I decerned the difference between mindfulness and mediation.  Mindfulness uses the right side of the brain (the cerebral cortex, thus can prevent cerebral hemorrhaging if used on a regular basis for stress and strain), and mediation uses the left side of the brain(complete left side, thus creates cleared thought and a clearer sense of truth and an inability to lie {Now the CIA can use this knowledge, internationally with known mediators to "interview" subjects and then use them/ after pleas are reached, through tunnel through, have the interview subject verbalize the truth.  Under the breakdown of top wizardry, I now put forth this new procedure.}).  MRI's and Cat Scans are wizardry and are not real, actually.  I have actually had an MRI, thus I kept the fallacy behind the scenes to keep my identity hidden.  They never showed me the imaging, they just gave me the written report.  A lot of the time, people think that mindfulness and meditation are the same thing.  Thich Nhat Hanh will have real rage over me bringing this focus to practice for all beings.  This discernment of the two is not in existence yet.  He is not a master, and is in exile in France, form Vietnam.  He was a man who I did study the writings of, but he is a war criminal who should have been tried at The Hague for acts in foreign service during The Vietnam War.  I saw him on a number 18 bus recently on "Eat Street", here, in Minneapolis, MN.  Many Vietnamese Restaurants are there, but Vietnamese do not ride the bus.  Around him, they did.  Maybe Nam can now take care of that man for all of Vietnam.  They need it today to have the males remain in a form that is BMI proper.  Nam laid with me to mediate and become mindful at the same time.  We shared energy bodies to find a mental space to replace human sexuality for a reality of mediational masters to be in Asian tree.  Nam then turned into air and sea at the same time and seemed to not even be in energetic form.  Before he could just walk into the sea at China Beach and stay on the sea floor, actually, and disappear.  I think he liked being here.  Maybe he will be here all year.  John Kabot Zen stay away from me.  I have never been to Worcester, MA, and you have not either.  Your bio is fake.  You have never worked in a hospital at all.  George Shear, from The Cognitive Behavior Program that I oversaw at Abott Northwestern Hospital for over 15 years, helped you do the Wiccan mockup video for me.  It was sheer imagery.  You are MICROBIOLOGY here and overseas.  That means LAB, and in this time, I say that that is the spread of disease.  I am EPIDEMIOLOGY; thus I take out the disease that is YOU.  Wherever you go, there I am NAM are.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Pondering Self Love in a Space of Hate

 Noise all around.  I work with sound.  Trees bend and flow.  I see a place to go.  I stir a pot.  It burns when too hot.  The dish is delish.  Asian ginger chicken stir-fry is that on my table that I eye.  A tub welcomes me with warm bubbles like the sea.  I find a place in me to evolve theory.  I talk to me, and find a stasis to be.  I will now work on loving me and me only.  That is the only space that can be productive for my alchemistic review.  My questions and answers there may make my cat even care too.  The subject of hate is afoot.  I entertain that which is insane.  I find the effective for me.  Ineffective has proven to be all society.  War is all around: the environment is failing, species are going extinct, the economy is not doing well (internationally), the debt is high, and communities really are not communities as I see.  Words do not lift up, they sley every day.  Whether within or without, no one will get out.  I mind my own space, and just try to be anonymous.  Today evil and shame are basically synonymous.  Now I know the answer was a fighter in me.  It was more than just a writer in me.  I came to be here full of fear to take out the gout and figure it all out.  The clock is ticking and in my mind the connections are clicking.  I pull hate near to me to see love of self properly.  I have hated so bad, not others, ever, but myself forever.  It was deep and cavernous.  My blood they thirsted for with avarice.  It has not quit.  I just walk away from it.  I allow myself to see my almighty sacrifice now.  I will no longer take the plow.  Mowing over me for eternity is not high, and is not holy.  Be your own hate victim state, but keep your hands, your words, and your communities off of my body.  It has been through enough, and my illness and injury state from past trauma and military injection, is not something for your reflection.  I believe that I can live in stasis now.  I will live, very consciously, separately, because I have never met a truly good citizen at all.  Look around yourselves, and YOU make the call.  Vie

Imbuement Theology of Sound

 I did finally get to the YMCA today and got in 2000 yds.  I also just cooked a beautiful chicken verde dish with fresh green peppers, fresh white onions, and a can of Mexican style diced tomatoes.  It was brilliant.  I am now designing a new form of imbuement theology.  Imbuement theology, as a course of study, has been basically the use of human sexuality to birth artistry in industry.  I studied and advanced theory to put the evaluation of the energetic system into that nation.  I also introduced energetic conduction or cooling of that system.  It is the calming of a prolonged stressful or painful state.  My use of Dr. Teal's bubble bath in the bathtub PRN for pain, which had aromatherapy with lavender, was the advancement I made.  There are many ways to imbue or BRIGHTEN that are not sex.  I am the one now who says that sex has become malady at this time as a reality is diseased, especially online.  I have stopped all thoughts of sex.  I do still council, through channel on the matter, even men of ICP.  I am working with two NYC enforcers today in this community that are coming through through channel.  In my exchange with them, I cooked and discussed the act of sex roles in industry, society, and community.  The importance is great.  One brought an instance of his ex-wife cooking and he liked watching her female form as she did so.  It was a beautiful expression of heterosexual energetic exchange.  She would turn him away.  She would say that she needed to be alone to cook to keep her cooking sound.  I let him know that that is because she was so very Wiccan, and was putting feces and spit in his food.  She did not mind her own feces and spit; Wiccans think that it imbues their authority.  He said it was an accurate read because he would get sick a lot.  I then spoke to them about the second energy body I am creating who I converse with who supports and validates me.  I call him ME.  I say, "Me talking to me, what can I do about thus and so?"  He then answers and also listens.  I have asked him to stay away from advising me too much because men in my past were dominators.  They truly believed they had all license over me because they were GOD, actually.  Their abuse was great and their hate of me too.  This new energy body will be my friend and no thoughts of romance or sexuality will be allowed around me towards me for now while I get strong around my own power and goals.  I will journey and channel, and see what comes my way.  When I spoke to these two men of ICP, we spoke about the topic of pornography.  I said that, for him, it was a gateway to drugs.  I told him that fantasies that were gentle were fine with me, but I cannot reciprocate.  I told him that he needs to just go for a brief time, and not culminate at all.  Culminating at all, in his mind, gives the woman, power.  His massive all-around abuse issues by his mother are profound, thus his pornographic desires are violent.  It can be healed if he wishes.  He just needs to be conscious and choose a different path.  Gentleness, not authority needs to be his focus in the fantasy study.  Natural imagery is best.  Pornography, for him, is not an obsession or addiction, it is a release.  I then spoke to them about my new form of imbuement theology.  It has to do with sound.  I began it at the YMCA today when I was in the shower.  My imbuement theology professor from Northwestern University, in Chicago, IL, Dr. Clarence Brown, came through via channel as Latino children hung around, to protect my reputation and to secure the vicinity.  One of the children was male.  That is hard for me.  My curtain was closed.  There was a problem with the shower, and a noise was being made by the pipes.  It got louder and louder, but I waited it out.  It got to a level it sounded like an air raid siren.  I just continued to shower.  I then just listened to other sounds, and I joked to Clancy that we could combine the sounds for a spoken word night.  After I came upon these HUGE (in body, over 400 very muscular pounds) enforcers sitting on a stoop along the way home, the fun began.  I just gave the evaluation of the one man above.  The next step for this individual came when I told him to just be silent and listen.  Secadas were singing outside, and some traffic came through.  I added some pertinent telepathy to the track.  I told him that this can be his next level of sexuality for embuement of his creative authority, and to do deconstructive, and highly intellectual, acts in the community.  They are businessmen, and around me now they will make a lot of money.  They will not have to spend their money on prostitutes and cocaine, go insane, and they can now enjoy cooking all by themselves or even share a meal with each other on occasion without literally eating each other alive.  I have let them know about the great find that is The Dollar Tree.  The people there will love them, and Target is great for them too.  Guys, please stay out of Cub because they will hate you.  It is a conflict-of-interest thing if you know what I mean.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112 Always Your Vie