Jesus was a man in semi anciant times. His skull was found in the deserts of Egypt more recently and was found to be black. It was on a National Geographic Special one night. Jesus was the Archangel of Death. He sinned in life, but was high and holy in ability. He brings me solace in message and song. His gifts last long. His duties to prepare the world for the jihad of God were massive. He followed through in that lifetime, and in this one. Jesus was my friend. He was not mentally ill. He was gifted and a killer to the nth degree in the past lifetime and now. Crucifixion was for killers, not just a general method of execution. His persecution, through ability, on sheep, made his sheparding ability more than just a general pain in the ars of friends, Romans, and countrymen. He lent me his ear. He stayed by my side when I was in fear. He gave me a place to rest when I was weary and ill. Jesus asked too much of God and was thrilled, thus in this lifetime, he was unceremoniously killed. A new God is rising. He is not a Messiah. He has had a mental health diagnosis with the military, thus he is almighty active service warrior. Jesus did not, because he stayed behind the scenes. This new God must be on TV in front of me. He is brave and I am his slave. He makes me so, and he does not go, but I do get back at him in jest and make him pass the test. I rule from beneath. I am sane, and in pain, and he cloaks me here in the hell of Hennepin County, MN, where I will put them all in a cell, federally. I am actually God. I am an E.T., tested at birth, actually. You all know the cruelty. I declared my God reign loudly over all of you last evening. It was just a few sentences and I walked away. I told you all that you are all demons. I declared I am the only world general and that I am God, and you all know it. People just calmly walked by. That is the true account of the evening. Question me, and I will say that you have no right to do so. I have done nothing wrong. You all know it. You are sinful, diseased in every way (physically and psychiatrically), practice sodomy regularly, and are very violent to me. I am a creature of peace. If you come at me, you come at my God too. Bring it on Jews. As I contemplated with priests after the event, through channel, I commented it was like in Revelations, where, if you just displayed the mark of the beast, you could trade in the marketplace, openly. So much demonic sin, they know not the danger I am in, or do they. I was shaken awake, and an "angel" entity (He has the most powerful wizardry and generaling ability [who is not me]_not in material realm form who I do not see or hear. It is telepathy.). He did tell me to get out and just walk before everything exploded. I put on my trenchcoat and walked briskly, quietly. I am always unarmed in this very precarious time where gun shots ring out nightly all the time. It was not that late on a Saturday night, and it was fairly bustling out there. I turned the corner at Lyndale and 33rd St. Some people JUMPED behind the fence. Gift of prophecy they had, and such arrogance, but they did not believe that I would have the faith to follow through. They were Temple Israel crew. So sinful to God in this time of Jihad and linked to comedy industry around me. I am the divine comedy, and my comedy is grand. These individuals tried to slit the throat of an orange cat in the open window and skin it. They WERE scared when I showed up there. They FROGGED out of fear, even though they were not frogs in Wiccan witchery ways. They then went with their weird broomstick and a rolling piece of luggage through the space between the fence and the apartment building with the cat. In a disshelved way they used their flashlight on a small door in an apartment building on my alley in front of me. They were not let in and did not have a key. After that I made my declaration out of rage at the condemnation of me while you are all so crazy and sinful. I am pure. My new God is JJ Watt. he worked hard for me in therapy and did too much ecstasy for the military last night to be of assistance. Play for me proud warrior. Give them your stance with arrogance. Be the past life gladiator you are. Eat the lions and be the tiger. Kirk will be so confused. You and TJ laugh at those Greek gods today who play as you did the battle in front of them every day killing one another for their play. I sat there in stone as Athena, so alone. I am the goddess of war and the owl in my shoulder sands for wisdom. It is my cat, Pharaoh. I go work out at the YMCA lifting weights for you JJ, so that TJ can sync my new signet system for free. He is diseased with abilities and never does anything for free, especially sexuality. Women he has had none except me. I did not pay TJ. Secrets of the military will stay secrets, right TJ, JJ, and very dead DJ. No BJ for any of you. You are naughty. I have on JJ's Jersey, and I play with the sexual predators that stalk and scare me at the YMCA when I just try to work out. Maybe even Howie long will be able to slip the stalking of Howie Mandell now. That Jew is creepy. I have on ponytails, JJ, you know what that means. Daddy stalking all over me. I never wanted to be touched and I need to not be touched or approached now. I am neither a prostitute, nor a porn queen, but I may use some comedy to release the tension when scared. Soem dance to not end up paralyzed, and possibly some brief moments of song (only f necessary) to sound out an alert that my throat is about to be slit. Sincerely, Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112
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