I just finished a 1 hour and 25 minute yoga, dance, and pilates session. I worked to really enact my power chakra, strengthening the muscles there, and I brought light through as moving from white to yellow, to orange, to bright red. I was working out the feeling of disempowering situations in my life. It was very effective and efficient. I just designed the technique on the spot and also used some verbalization to help my energy rise and then cool. I felt so much better by halfway through. I did get my laundry done last night, and when Pharaoh woke me for food in the night, I made a big batch of cheese hamburger helper that is latino spiced with onions, diced tomatoes, and pepper. I have some in the frig, but much stored in the freezer. I think I will journey to The Dollar Tree today. I do have a list. I will probably watch some football today. I wanted to watch the Detroit Lions, but a member of the staff through channel, reported me to the police because he has been stalking me my whole life, after I followed his instructions to a T and dealt with him appropriately asking him to be honorable and truthful with me about relationship status because all these NFL players have lied to me about the status of their relationship and the league has helped. I do not want to be involved with a liar, a philanderer, a thief, a weak-willed man, a homosexual, a pornographer, a mentally ill individual, a chemically dependent individual, or a man involved in a relationship already. After Waikiki, I left that NFL and industry life behind because it was never for me, and they hated me for it. I shunned all industry and instructed the U.S. Navy, who had been actively torturing from birth, how to use the head injury that they had given me at birth with a crowbar, shackles, electrical shock with cut off electrical cord, food deprivation, and a deprivation chamber, how to make sure my abilities and intellect would no longer show in an elite way to me in society. We tailored my future classes, and populations at the time to suit the "clever ruse." We also altered TV and film scripts to be in a vast way. I knew humans would never change, and I would be labeled strange, and be blamed for their crimes, and depravity, so I lost all of my levitation ability, telekinesis, strong knowings, my island memory, and sorcery. My creativity became very plebian. I had a cooling off period in L.A. where I practiced gynecology with my father on hand for the U.S. Navy on women of industry who would hold powerful keys over me. I knew then that they were not friend, but then I could actually look them in the eye after an exam, tell them about their VD's in an educated way, how to treat them wisely, and how to prevent them in the future. Some were still children. The scene was so dirty, and industry chiefs did not want to be blamed for bad etiquette on sets or the poor boundaries of these very powerful and believable vixen actresses. Industry was industry. I just moved through, and we also did a case in Miami, FL, for the FBI for a week (when I was 2.85 years old) where I handled Cuban female bodies who had been beaten, strangled, hung, gutted, and almost decapitated. There were 15 bodies, and two false cases did show up in the morgue at the time, and I identified them as copycat right away because they were cutters and had slit their wrists too. It did not fit the M.O., thus I established modus operandum profiling technique for the FBI and became their first profiler. I was then made the chief medical examiner for the FBI. I was already FBI (agent and head from birth), Navy all medicine doctor, forensic chief for 5-0 unit on Oahu, and a JAG attorney for the U.S. Navy. I had worked coroner cases on Oahu under my medical status. Medical examiners are both doctors and attorneys, and I did not want my legal degree to be known. Coroners are only doctors. It was already connected to Hamline University and establishing law their remotely. Hamline University began as a generals' college and a general college only. My grandfather, Patton, and Eisenhower, and their wives, studied there before WWII. It was a RISK to meet there and play RISK so openly. In Miami, I solved the case in 5 days. The women were prostitutes brought in by Cuban mob bosses to sexually service their male sons to keep them heterosexual on that homosexually evolving scene. It was not sexual slavery, it was a very lucrative deal for these women. Receipts found on one scene had a woman paid $5000 for EACH sex act performed. Multiple sex acts were charged thusly, and they were paid on an American Express Card Account, thus confusing the CIA, because that is how their agents paid for even housing at the time through the CIA. The cards also upped the women's notoriety in the community and the son's as well and did not appear as prostitutes to law enforcement or illegal citizens. Castro knew much more about the U.S. government and the CIA than they knew. I tried to inform them and they eschewed the hard facts, thus Cuba became a distant memory in terms of lucrative oil deals even in the Middle East. Their diplomacy, internationally, was the best. The murdered prostitutes in question, were killed by the mob bosses' daughters due to their jealousy of their high standing in Miami right away, their beauty, and their power over their brothers. The mob bosses would have been blamed. Their mob trade was illegal Cuban cigars, and at the time, it was the most lucrative cartel trade int eh world. By solving it all by myself so quick, I kept it out of the press and media, Castro could save face, and eventually meet me on a Carnival Cruise, where he climbed up the side of the ship when I was on the sunbathing deck, on a little rope latter, just off the coast of Cuba. The captain announced our presence there on the overhead microphone right before he appeared. It was a full-on NFL cruise on that Fascination maiden voyage. It was that flag ship and the other two of the trinity fleet (how Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria elite) were right behind us with the rest of the NFL in hot pursuit. After that I returned to L.A. did some paperwork, and then finished with a surgery on penitentiary on Charles mansion to remove a third testicle. That file has now been unsealed; thus, I can share. I had to treat his psychiatric symptoms first. I used no drugs or sex play. I used kind and direct words, and looked him the eye directly. He verbalized for the very first time, and said that no one had ever done that to and for him before. I must eat now. Have a good day. Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112
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