The Manchurian Is Retired

Elon, I thought about writing you and a brand-new article about you popped up on my bing.com news page.  I see that as a fortuitous yes.  In The Twin Cities at this time, you are seen as a sex crime because you are a "friend" of mine.  Please stay out and go to San Francisco today and spread the truth that John Lauritsen of WCCO TV is gay and is a NYC drag queen still today.  He portals there once a week.  Also put out there in a separate publication that he, Carson Daily, and Ryan Seacrest are all homosexual frat brothers, and they have a frat house for themselves in San Francisco, CA, on a prestigious "rue" and hill.  Would you like a "San Francisco treat?"  They are trying to take over all industry through that location even if it takes the excitement of some destruction to do it.  It would begin in NYC possibly at 30 Rock in as simple a space as an elevator.  I guess I am a "spiritual agitator."  That is a firey word from gays my way that I think about justice for all and morality every day.  It is a threat of violence my way.  These three almost took out Silicon Valley a few months ago and I gave a heads up to Nancy Pelosi, JJ Watt, and a Silcom Valley company, that even made guidance systems for spacial exploration, that there was a blip on the radar screen that MAJOR TOM was coming, and it could get really messy.  It is time to define your rights in Sweden, Elon.  You are a Swedish knight.  Make it right for me to go there one day to fight Dick Cheney in a speed match of chess.  Diplomacy needs to be the new way, ACTUAL DIPLOMACY, not sex show TV, Elon.  Please be an ally and let my brother Pete know that you control all social media now.  Show up at his door with your CIA newly issued assassin rifle (Your kill shot work is now done after my outing of a very dangerous Seattle based militia yesterday to the ATF after a tunnel through scene from the CBS TV show NCIS where I mentioned you and that the leader had contacted me on twitter.  I mentioned your visit here to downtown Minneapolis, MN, and that I was doing it under Confidential Informant status under my Private Investigator license in NYC I acquired through the top master in Muncie, IN, who was from NYC and licensed there.  He worked with, not for the Delaware County Prosecutor.) and let him know you could be anywhere, FOR ANYONE, especially him, if a kill shot is needed to take out lies that would endanger foreign lands in a way that would incite massive violent acts and'/ or war.  Let him know that his "Manchurian Canidate" sister is out of the trade, and that by you protecting me, my files, and doing this new gig because you portal effortlessly.  Lastly inform him that I will never have to do the one Manchurian gig that has always been him.  Tell him not to mess with Texas in any way and to dress appropriate every day.  That is all.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Sun Rising

Shen Yun is the ballet from China that is on the way for me soon.  Family has gotten me a ticket for the end of February.  My intuition is that there is a huge and holy female bat that eats fruit that mystically protects the troop.  It is kept in a humane cage and wet markets are not, and were not ever real.  Images of then are illegal, internationally, because those Wiccan acts that developed them were so illegal.  This revered creature keeps the troop, but especially the ballerina's ankles safe and well and under the radar when they are traveling.  I have instructed that they feed her only oranges from now on that are fresh and clean.  I do not want her to get mean in a way that cannot promote growth for their team.  It would tunnel through their troop at this point.  Staff dance displays would turn violent on stage.  I am excited to see these professionals display their national pride and artistry, simultaneously, and also to see the beauty of the costume choices.  The Confucius sisters have been taken care of now and will be there to keep "wardrobe malfunctions" from happening.  They were couture modeling in NYC, but are now top NYC modeling, both male and female.  They are also contract killers, very legally in embassies primarily now for the CIA.  Back in the day they took out problems for the Chinese Intelligence Agency, but were not Chinese Intelligence.  They were interlopers who had great lateral and hierarchical play, but not today.  They are called twins, but there are three.  They were born mystically at the same time in ancient line.  It is higher and holier than evermore.  They are able to be many forms in height and size.  Now they will all be one size from here forward.  They are 6'1.5", size 0.  It is trippy, because of their link to me they are all reading 200 lbs. on the scale.  They have tried standard and electronic scales.  Their blood pressure is a little high, all being 142 over 32.  I am gravity and now they are love.  It means they hate me and only me properly, thus the Shen Yun players will be impeccable in dress and there will be no diplomatic mess.  Northrop Auditorium is being cleared now, energetically, of Japanese subterfuge.  It will be brilliant.  Upon meeting me in person, they never knew I would be so resilient.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Forensics on Gay, Calvin Klein

Calvin Klein is a friend of mine is a code way for me to say Dick Cheney stay away.  There is more than fashion in play today and the U.S. of A is sick of your merde.  It is time to change your ways Dick, before you get sick.  Mr. Klein is just fine.  He cannot be a friend of mine because of you, and he cannot know the show that is Jorge until my brother comes out about the actual chemical composition of the new "retard blow."  It is a cocaine that is "brewed" completely in a lab with wizardry that makes people retarded actually.  There is no more actual cocaine.  All those plants in Colombia completely disappeared quite a while after Jorge and I broke up.  I was being his buttercup, because the people of Colombia were really relieved to be out of that industry and to give it to a "favorite son" American like Pete.  Pete intruded into the privacy of my affair with Jorge the very first night and I used a new gift of second sight to tell Jorge that Pete was in town (I had just had a family meal with him and his family at my mother's house.), and he needed not to touch me.  I, intuitively get now that Pete was in the back seat high on the natural form of coke (Jorge's personal legal stash.  All cars he were in were considered EMBASSEY property.) and he was more than just intruding on my privacy with his portaling on that substance.  It stabilized all involved, and Jorge knew to never talk to me directly about cocaine or his other industry, floral shops.  Now he understands that my only two floral deliveries were from my stepfather Greg in high school in class in a rainbow cup and then a flower delivery from Pete, that were both for my birthday.  The rainbow cup was one of a kind and was used by an industry stalker of mine, Harry Styles, in the One Direction NASA video.  Well congratulations, Harry, now everyone knows you are gay, that you hate watermelons and me very personally, that you have never met me, that you cannot drive and are barely alive from HIV and intrusion into people's privacy through medical files actually (not mine), that you and all of One Direction actually have always had vaginas, that none you can sing or ears will ring, and you are now out of industry and space exploration is now not an industry because of you.  Elon Musk is coming for you very personally because I AM MISSIN CONTROL, and you are not Major Tom.  That is my uncle, John Mayer.  This intersection between Pete and Jorge, if consecrated, would intrude on Calvin Klein's work, privacy, and mission to get back at me and Jorge today to prove how gay fashion design really is.  It is a puzzle that Mr. Klein needs to solve on his own to have efficacy in the gay community and have immunity to walk the streets of NYC again with anyone more than a friend, male or female.  His daughter needs to stay out of it (producer from 30 Rock) due to her invasion into my privacy at HCMC by sending "Dr." John Bodnar there to fake a report about Calvin and me today and out him as not gay.  Get it straight, Bodnar, you are not a psychiatrist, I AM, you are highly volatile and psychiatric, you are consciously and unconsciously wrong in your diagnostics, you are offensive in your speech, gay in all community, and harming the economy in a way we cannot have you in any industry anymore.  You are about to work with my family to say I am on crack.  Well, I have never smoked crack ever or Jorge would have never dated me, and he would come back even from the dead to handle it especially if a wanna be in industry stalker of all like you, who just played a stupid elevator man on a not so funny series like 30 Rock was able to intrude on our privacy because of Pete.  I know that black men use tire gages to smoke crack, I have seen it done twice (in domicile), but I do not even know how it is smoked properly.  I really did not pay attention because I do not care, and it is stupid to do drugs anyway and anywhere.  I guess you are just that stupid, well Calvin is not, and he does not do drugs or drink at all because of a "Jew hater" like you.  You are a NYC Jew and a gay hater too and you are gay, much like the NeoNazi's I live at here at this H.O.A.  Just to tell you, Calvin is not Jewish, he ferreted you out and this crew too.  He is a very propminent Swedish diplomat, a fat cat, and Dick Cheney, being the King of Sweden, and my biggest political industry stlaker (next Rand Paul) has really cramped more than Calvin's style, but just of late.  I discovered the other day when I called Gov. Walz that HCMC is an all gay staff.  That is federally illegal.  You can deal with Rand Paul now.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

The Comedy Chief

Loitering in my heart is an emotion that I will not describe.  It just makes me know that I am alive.  There are the ins and outs of the day.  There are the things that people do and do not say.  I did what I could to move my Chi.  I am now tired and drained of all ability.  In my mind I think of doing Tai Chi, but I know if I even try, I will lose my memory.  As I write that I had a severe pain in my body.  I am tired of feeling shoddy.  I know to honor the natural way and be Taoist now.  I will rest and not test myself somehow.  I also channel a Shinto priest.  Talks brought through Kami and it became diseased.  I know when to cut the cord to prevent very real environmental discord.  I am working on comedy at a new level now.  I am branching out and doing it publicly and on voicemails before everything goes ka pow!!!  Before things blow in society, economy, mystically, and in open lunacy, I use brief monologues to lead one to speak their actual nasty thoughts towards me actually.  It is sorcery at a top level, and I am the very legal bevel.  I back it up with acts of justice alignment in community.  You are all on some type of film.  You are other side fodder for their newly speaking out daughter.  In their minds, they define what mind really means.  They clean and clear and hear true rhyme for the first time.  Here in this realm, there is no true positive speech, but soon intrusions from outer space are going to send the head cases of all races to the alter of the Pagan chief.  That is The Messiah, Jesus, now on the other side.  His bride is me, and now I am his divinity because today I took over comedy by outing Temple Israel as the comedy key on a governmental line.  The intrusion there on the divine is not seen as fine.  I will watch SNL tonight, and that is a space where JC did fight for me to do comedy, actually, as their stagehand chief, while he worked as an enforcer (He had done from age of 2.  It is the perfect job for JC to do.  Bat bat not get fat.  He was a fat cat, actually, and now he knows what that really means.  He is now completely clean eating only energy and not smoking POT.  Who knew it was something he could EVER do.  He wants to breath, nothing up his sleeve because he is a death walker and death talker and if you see him, you better run.  He now has the German Royal Lugar which is THE GOLDEN GUN.  It is mine, top of KAISER line.  He found it in his bed one time at the age of nine, but it was stolen, now it fits his hand fine, and he will have it with him all the time.) for Don Andrw Cuomo, actually.  Amen.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

The Doctor Is In

I just looked out the window to see a fluffy inch of new snow.  It is pristine and clean, and it is glistening in the streetlight.  Last night I almost got locked in the Gaviidae Commons Bldg. after my swim.  The building started blaring a message to exit immediately.  My normal doors were chained on Nicollet and the skyway was locked.  I did have a chat with a staff member, but I did not know it had gotten so very late.  People were still on the exercise equipment when I was speaking to her.  At the desk, I saw no one leave.  I have been suspecting that they have been having people there after hours, but I actually put little stock in my intuitions.  There has been so very much weird funny business there, and I do care about the facility, but there is very little I can do.  They just nod when I speak and nothing changes.  African American men who are not disabled keep using the disability locker room for no reason and stay outside, slam lockers, knock on the door, and today even one used the suit spinner off and on for a long time for no reason.  There is a restroom right around the corner, and the adult locker rooms are just downstairs.  No one cares about my safety there and I am really getting scared.  The man who was really dysregulated last night wanted a fight for some reason, and he even left through the fire door, as the alarm went off and there was no response from staff.  There was no response from fire.  It makes you wonder what will happen next.  Besides that, angry African American man, no one else exited because they would have had to go right by me at the desk or the alarm would have sounded. Intuitively I put my jewelry on there and no one did care.  The staff person I talked to was African American, and she said that she was.  I was very polite, but I said, "Miss, I obviously can tell you are African American."  I thought it was an opportunity because it is African American men, I am having difficulty with there.  I really do not like when people play the race card and that is what she so obviously did.  People do it to make you feel ashamed for things that never really happened and are not real in society today and never have been.  People have chosen their paths in the sky, and they wish to play on society outside of their own and then laugh at them behind the scenes as they take their things, gifts, royalties, rights, get things for free, escape all culpability, and slander and lie with ease with great legal protection.  Missy I will not fall prey to that play ANYMORE.  I am sick of being the African American dog to kick or as you all say "BACK DOOR!!!"  I don't do that type of sexual thing and I never have.  Maybe you need to look at your own promiscuity in your own population and your own sexual positions and behaviors without talking about and stalking me. I let her know the facts, and that it was not a race issue.  It was a safety issue.  I did let her know about my African American music industry creds in town through a family member and that I deal with really dangerous people, who want to be industry, well.  I know not who these African American males are, but I need them to just be proper and use the restroom and adult locker room and to stop skulking in the hallway and making noises and knocking as I get ready.  I have not had an experience without them there for over a month.  I get ready as quick as possible, but when under stress, it makes my brain injury worse in terms of being able to organize my things, and then my back begins to seize.  I just know that it happened again today.  I knew to just walk away and say nothing at all to the desk representative.  There is no hope there.  They know the show, and I just wish to use the pool.  They can make their free will choices.  They hold the keys, and I just have to deal with their inaction for real.  Just listening and nodding is not doing something.  The second disability locker room has been out for about 2 weeks, and it seems that there is no fix date in sight.  Honestly people, I have been violated so bad by African American people and I keep a very open and friendly attitude and dialog.  I joke a lot with persons of all nationalities and colors.  I always want people to feel included, protected, and respected.  All persons around me at Hamline University got a degree in Diversity, no matter one's major.  Since my time in Muncie, IN, I have had to look at areas of history with a new eye and paralyze mystical trades that would paralyze, and worse, our economy, government, society, resources, military, and spread disease all throughout the world.  Part of this study has been looking at the derogatory and some use of swear terms.  They are important to fight that which is not right.  People call me what they are.  I am a mystical mirror from birth.  I am white and I do no crimes.  I am not a hypocrite.  In my mystical studies and warfare, I fight a very dubious evil of hypocrisy (and so much wrathful self-righteous hate) in all entity.  People call me things that I am not.  I am not African American, Hispanic, Jewish, gay, mentally retarded, mentally ill, a prostitute, a rapist, a child molester, a child pornographer, a larcenist, a racist, or a liar, thus I am none of the derogatory words for these things.  I fire back, in telepathy, and in writing, creatively when people use Wiccan and call me these things.  I also use rooms when I alone QUIETLY, but people are using ability and they intrude and say that it is louder because they are very psychiatric.  Their mental illness affects both their judgement and makes their lack of moral code very apparent.  I am also stopping REMOTE VIEING of me in these vicinities and the ability to make film of remote viewing intrusions.  This "fire back" breaks the spell and keeps me well in body, mind and spirit to a degree that you will all now hear it.  I do still have hair after all and it all should have fallen out after I left Muncie.  I just completely lost my voice instead and Dick Cheney lost his head.  He should be dead.  W. lost his voice too, but no one ever knew because he rarely speaks at all.  He is actually small.  Rubio you are his height, and you will thank me for protecting you at the Hyatt tonight.  Guys (especially those who hold keys over me but no real divinity), your schizophrenia is now being miked by Irish tree, and I am their supreme royalty, the first Irish Queen, thus they all hate me with a vengeance.  Today fire trucks were everywhere.  I saw about 8.  Five along my way by bus, and then 2 trucks with lights and a chief across from Bruegger's where I ate.  The ladder truck fireman got out and it was Taylor Kinney.  He still stalks me on twitter.  He opens new accounts all the time.  There have been about 9.  I just block him and do not get into it.  I just verbalized for International Fire Chief, besides me, L. Adrich to show himself immediately and the trucks, and chief, just went away.  It was a powder keg today.  I swam my 3000 yds, and then walked up the way.  I went to Brit's and just got some chips and cheese and ate a bit as I drank some Diet Coke with fresh lime.  I tipped Amanda well.  I wanted to call her Amelia at first.  She was delightful.  We talked about her female cat Fitz and my cat Pharaoh a bit while it was not busy, and I did break my silence about notoriety science I have been doing and living from birth.  I showed her and this other male server my werewolfery tooth and let them know that a royal werewolf tribe had given it to me very illegally when I had dealt with their den of iniquities this past year.  They were a little taken aback, but did not attack.  Brit's is an esteemed werewolf society of its own.  I just did not want them to feel so alone.  I did not tell them that I am quad vampiric and have a vampiric high and holy Middle Eastern master who is an extra eagle eye.  It protects Middle Eastern oil.  That is why now King Emin of Baku, Azerbazen was placed near me by him in town to meet with me privately daily at Caribou Coffee after I was done with my outer circle of high and holy Middle Eastern men outside.  I have always had the most powerful eagle eye, but now I have globally positioned eagle eyes outside the atmosphere, and now another layer of global circling eagle eyes.  I also have two hawk eyes that help me with panoramic view, thus my brain injury is less apparent to all of you.  They first noticed my first hawk eye in Chung Moo Quan while I was doing a leg sweep on 6 men at one time.  Dojo show silenced the matter and attacked me harder from that time forward to destroy it and my credibility.  It just made it stronger.  I have lasted longer.  I am master of all true dojo.  Lies are afoot, but I still have feet, now, don't I?  I know when to use my Chung Moo in dance and even song at this point.  Martial ARTS do use voice to enact Chi force.  I walk in the world, I have no choice.  I am THE pariah and nothing I do will ever change that because of Chung Moo.  That was not my choice, but I still have a voice, though it has become lower, my register and vocal tone and quality is phenomenal.  I know when to use my Chung (balanced mind or diplomacy) and when to use my Moo (strong body).  My injuries make it essential to be proactive to protect my privacy, my dignity, my rights, my body, my life, and all creatures great and small.  So, at Brit's today I saw, and "old friend" named Kenny at the bar.  I was sitting in at a table in the corner.  He was the head of a vampiric tribe, but now he is a very strong werewolf.  His sire is unknown by me.  He owns Guiness and he and I were in Scotland together toe to toe in a very brutal werewolf war.  He did not know I was born Nazi vampiric.  It was not of my own choosing.  It meant many a bruising because I would not comply or give Germany or Japan the use of my eagle eye.  Instead, I treated my grandfather (biological father), The Head of the Third Reich and Agency spy from birth, with my forensic psychiatry techniques I developed right away.  It was a world community matter and essential planetary safety due to testing of nukes in Nevada where essential rabbit warrens were.  My grandfather would not make the appropriate call.  They were going blind and then deaf later but living and reproducing.  It would have altered snake morphology and thus witcheries would take over the Earth immediately.  I tested out of all medicine at three months in utero, telepathically.  He had telepathic intrusion from the other side was associations, delusions about acceptance of his policies and behavior in the community, on The Pearl Harbor Base, at Tripler U.S. Army Hospital, and especially at Waikiki, and his sexploits were absurd.  I burned all of Sigmund Freud's books in front of him, because he was not actually a doctor at all.  He never went to any medical school.  His policies were cruel and encouraged incest in family and in care.  I took him off of a heart med he did not need to prevent the pill popping of Waikiki that was ever-present even in The Japanese.  He had participated in illicit drug use that was far beyond recreation with his Nazi tribe as he saw them.  Hitler was leader of the SS (who were all German Jews), a known practicing Jew, and not Third Riech, thus manipulatable by The Third Reich because they were all both doctors and attorneys.  They encouraged his heroin addiction and made it worse.  It lengthened the war and now Germany has no economy.  The Third Reich got its drugs for free from Amsterdam and did not share with anybody.  How niggardly.  He needed to be the brave face of government overseas, and not diseased and sleezy in any way.  He was the head of the U.S. Army as a 15-star general and World General who had never existed before.  I treated the Japanese through my grandmother who was a royal Japanese butterfly.  I used forensic anthropology of her land and forensic psychology on her and her drug dealing at Waikiki with all entities.  I just explained the dishonor she was bringing to her land.  Her tribe tunneled through, knew what to do, and it stopped.  With my grandfather it took one week, and with my grandmother it took one day of court mandated care.  The unethical torture that was "disguised" as care I received to deal with horrific torture was unspeakable and that is all I will say.  This humpty dumpty put herself back together again regardless of what they did.  They loved it, and still do.  I have had to treat ALL these patients for free.  Patients NEVER act out around me.  I am the best forensic psychiatrist in history (I am actually the only one in history.) even in DOC care of individuals.  I am great with the criminally insane.  Look at my royal chain.  When they always get away, BOY they like to play.  So, Kenny took me for a year to Glasgow and tortured me with the IRA.  He is still the head today.  I did get my all-engineering degree there while under his "care."  I had been Army Corp of Engineering from birth.  So, Kenny had on his Guiness mandated shirt and the bartender did too.  Kenny was drinking a Guinness to say F*** You to me.  Gift of prophecy he knew this moment would be back in 1983.  He just gave his company away for a handshake and to see me disgraced, but I got it back with my werewolf tooth attack.  We have channeled all night, and we even brought JJ Watt into the fight.  We can't make him right, but maybe we can again make him white.  I now know that Kenny is Phillip's favorite "son."  Phillip was his godfather, and that is his middle name with world fame one L.  I now know that the moments of KISMIT have brought us here and Kenny is my Irish King.  It is BUSINESS, that is all.  He can now stand tall and play ball and never brood in the darkness again.  Just for today, online he has a friend in this E.T.  I drank my first pint of Guiness with Kenny and his then girlfriend, HEAD OF EDINBURUGH WITCHRAFT COVEN and lady Di lover and industry stalker from birth Alisson Smith (he was undercover for the IRA, British Intelligence, and Interpol in that day), in a pub in Edinburgh, Scotland.  I drank my last Guiness in Brit's, and I will never drink again.  The thought just makes me ill.  It was never a thrill.  It was an undercover BURDEN and lessoned the torture and pain of the sex crimes on me that I had to endure sometimes daily.  Being brave slave has been quite the journey, but boo hoo hoo tribe, you ain't going to hear me whine.  I do extreme comedy at this time.  JJ was there in the chair behind us reading a New York Times singing nursery rhymes in Edinburgh back in the day.  He is such an international stalker of mine.  Kenny actually thought I was lying when I said I had never had a Guiness.  He found me so out of place in the space that he thought maybe I was only like 13.  I was 18.  My ID was real.  Just think how stupid he must feel.  Aw shucks.  Queen Vie 112

A New Day. A New Way.

I begin a new day today.  I am working a terrain I cannot see, and I whisk away things that are hate to me.  I find joy in drop of rain or a breath of air.  My sorcery rhyme has a rhythmic poetry that has begun with my deep breathing exercises to enforce a strong Chi and heart.  I work in the now and see each moment as a time element and the rhymes as a work to mold the elements around me with the bravery of a sword that cannot be seen or heard by others.  Seeing a new path that has neither closeness nor distance brings a sweet melody to my lips and a sureness to my hips as I walk on my way.  Today the water was a cloud to me holding me desperately, and yet lightly at the same time, as I slid through in an element of dance inside myself that felt motion memory keys that my muscles needed for their care, evolution, and growth.  I picked silence this evening to honor this new way.  My cat sighs deeply as I write this.  His way is a little more ornamental, and I have disappointed him with this new choice of boundaries towards the ways that are grey.  I mark no one and nothing.  I just sit with my soul and be bold in the resonance of its light.  I use the darkness of the night to write.  It blankets me and I see the lucid dreams of my feline beast becoming quite enlivened in his twitching and breath.  I put things in a tub to lead away from that which is a way not for me to be in this moment actually.  I chose sushi to honor my way and breath tonight and now I sing silently, and write a soliloquy, simultaneously to brighten the atmosphere around me.  It is time to be sublime and to earn a place at a table for an elemental state that is not irate.  I embrace a new divine ornamental and come into the existence of a light beyond science and within a stratosphere that cannot be explained.  Earth is an orb now and it sits precariously in a space that is archaic to even the idea of another space and time.  Beings are not even in a spacial or time dimension's mind.  There is nothing far blacker than the void and it avoids anything here in this planetary place.  I just work to secure my heart for a nature beyond nature.  It is a truth that can actually be undeniable.  I feel the hooves of the four horsemen horses digging at the ground.  I make peace with their existence and love their persistence.  I reach out my hand to touch their foreheads and they bow at the arrogance around me, so glad they have found me.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

A Trip to Urgent Care

 I have laid quiet for days due to illness.  I have seen medical professionals and am following their advice.  My mother has been extremely supportive, giving me a ride to an urgent care on a very busy day for her, and my stepfather was so kind as to arrange a lyft for me from the urgent care.  I went to Park Nicollet.  I did not like that they allowed very sick children to be in there without masks on, and even one baby was very sick reportorially was fed and then burped very publicly spraying its illness all over the room.  Besides that baby and me, no one coughed at all the whole time or signs of any illness at all.  It was the most diverse population I have ever seen there.  I have never seen East Indians (because of the dialect she spoke I knew she was an "untouchable".), or African Americans there before.  There were about 8 African American persons served.  Wheelchairs were in full effect for high quality exposure moment for here and abroad.  People around me are so delusional, they use their gift of prophecy or other connections or gifts to find me, and they really think they are on TV.  This younger woman came in trying to do this fab gamer fashion with jammy pants and a baggy shirt with this slamming techno hat.  I'm sure all she could say was that I was fat.  My med list was all messed up again even though I was in there a little while back.  My nurse did swab me for Covid.  It went so very far up there, it hurt so very bad.  The wait and the stress made my back lock up.  The doctor came in and I told him of the condition I had months ago and said that I did not know if it was him who treated me, but it was a white male, attractive doctor like him.  It was just a descriptive statement, but everything I say is always taken out of context.  I was not attracted to him at all.  He had a very ugly soul.  He thought about a chest x-ray, heard my cough, looked in my mouth and in my nostrils and diagnosed a sinus infection.  He gave me Augmentin.  My lyft driver was in an SUV with completely dark blacked out windows.  He said his name was Ming.  He looked like a Buddhist monk with his head shaved perfectly.  I sat quietly as he drove because I was fatigued, and because he asked me to, telepathically.  I did speak a few times when he asked me to.  I let him know that I appreciated the windows because I had a bad migraine.  I associated his name, verbally, with MING DYNASTY art to confirm it when I got out.  He seemed very pleasant.  I have been having very painful phantom attacks on my joints (shoulders, knees, and ankles).  I now believe he is in this country illegally and he is martial artistry in France.  He is one of Thich Nhat Han's "almighties."  Thich is the excommunicated Buddhist monk from Vietnam who I did see on the number 18 bus one day on "Eat Street."  This ability is very illegal, and now every dojo will feel it since he is attacking the all-dojo master.  Tae Kwan DO is not a real dojo, they are street fighters, thus they will not, and their lack of dojo time and training will be proven.  By the end of the day, you will all know that the master is me.  In my pain, there is a Grand Plan that is about release from the demons of the world, not about an actual worldly destiny.  Somehow this illness is serving a higher purpose.  I would also like to thank my sister for checking in on me.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Outing the Complicity of The Bush Family with Afghanistan Insurgency Here in Minneapolis Around Me

Yesterday I did get my banking done successfully except for a missing $25 that should be put back into my account within a few days.  At that time, I will decide how much I want to put in savings and keep in checking.  I will also then disable the bank-to-bank transfer between Wells Fargo and Huntington Bank.  It is Wednesday, so I should be getting my check card by tomorrow, and then I will pay off my Capital One that I have been using while I have no other method of payment.  I do also have my Walmart checks for Wells Fargo if I need them.  My business sense is very solidified in my head, and now I am the victim of a scheme to blame me for the fraud that both banks have done to me.  Both banks, the FDIC has now just disbanded your service and now USBANK will have it go as well.  Keep your Pagan Laws off my bank account.  I have never done fraud, but you all did with me, I caught you and now you wish to punish me.  You will now do it with ease through online banking and mail fraud schemes with the postal service.  Keep me out of it, and do not contact me via twitter notifications.  It is neither cute nor professional, it is a threat.  My Uncle Ron Oswald, alive or head, is channeling in my head and he is looking out for my best interest here and overseas.  I will let you know that he is now my electrical switchboard operator.  He was a self-made billionaire who started as a self-taught electrician who started Dunwoody Institute and Eden Prairie Electric.  He is the electrical grid now, and will decide who gets power and what machines can operate in a vicinity.  Congratulations banks, you are now seen as a threat by him and the KKK.  He was the Grand Dragon of the North Woods KKK, and now I believe he was shot, hanged and beheaded the other day even on the other side by Prince Kalid of Saudi Arabia royal tree.  His mother Babe is so very proud of him.  He is still in a semi from existence because he is a very strong warlock. You are all diseased.  I will never have a friend here again and will always suffer under the great tyranny of all of you and Dick Cheney until Russia gets out of The Ukraine and the whole world stops being insane and thinks they are actually in pain.  They are not, I am, and now Afghanistan is up for debate.  They hate the U.S., but are asking for U.S. military advisors in to review cases of child abuse by women of male children to complete a social service case against me.  I have never even been to The Middle East.  It is Mustafa Binladen, he is the head of the Taliban, and lived here in Minneapolis, MN, with his twin sister.  He introduced me to her children once, publicly, at the Starbucks IDS Crystal Court, when his sister was getting a bank account at the Wells Fargo, I just opened my account at.  She did it with ease.  It only took a few minutes.  For me, with Mohammed Aljazi of Jordan, it took 3 hours.  I waited an hour and then he took way too much time with me in "cordiality" when I did show him I was elite in banking, and I understood the systems right away.  The Middle Easterners there think they own the place, like The Crypts now think they own the YMCA downtown.  So, when I met these two children, I assessed (I am a PhD in Developmental Psychology from the University of Minnesota TOP SECRET coursework done at McPhail Music School downtown Minneapolis, MN.) with the way they reacted to Mustafa, being very affectionate to him, he was actually their father.  If they are that affectionate, and from The Middle East, with accent I knew they had been born there, only traditional fathers are allowed to touch and laugh with their children in that way, publicly or behind the scenes.  It was two young school age boy and girl.  I had two toys in my backpack because I ate Happy Meals at McDonald's on occasion for the perfect portion size, and I gave them each an individually plastic wrapped toy while Mustafa and I spoke.  They were very shy, but around me played fine with the toys.  They spoke fine.  I assessed them as well cared for in cleanliness even though Mustafa dressed almost as a street vagrant at times, and when we met as a coffee clutch at Caribou Coffee, he was so offensive as to have a gas station coffee cup that he would go in and have Caribou fill.  They did it, so they made the monster, and he kept returning.  Other than this one meeting I have never met children from The Middle East.  I know it was all a set up for now at this time.  Well, I take my banking rights back, and now the attack will be on Former President George W. Bush who raped me in a motel with a billionaire friend who approached me at the downtown public Muncie library and took me to a new downtown BBQ restaurant.  He said he had grown up there in Muncie and was just back to see the scene that day.  I never reported the rape.  My life was in too much danger and Secret Service was right outside.  George W. Bush and his whole family brought Mustafa and his whole family and kept them for 3 years on a whole upper-level floor at the most expensive hotel in downtown Minneapolis, MN.  They paid with my bank account, illegally, from overseas.  Because he had raped me so severely, he was able to make a fake passport of mine and a diseased MN ID.  I had a MN REAL ID driver's license.  It was ILLEGAL, internationally, and the banks just loved it.  Peter Vanness of the international spy agency The Agency from Berne, Switzerland came to town to help at AAA Minneapolis to make the ID himself and AAA Minneapolis where I worked fastidiously and diligently earning 7 Merit Awards and never being promoted or being given a raise over 25 cents, found it hilarious as well.  His twins are now strippers in NYC.  I guess that was his great wish from this adventure.  Dick Cheney laughed for days at the picture he used, and they put it in The Foreign Press how bad they mess with me here and get away with it everywhere.  You are all evil and culpable.  The Bush's illegally brought Mustafa into this country to phish out information about Muncie and about his bad acts on me.  I am not a notoriety seeker, and when traumatized truly, and truly in danger, one DOES NOT speak of things until greater danger can befall you if you do not speak and/ or you are safe enough to do so.  His daughter Jenna is an active and very diseased prostitute is New York City and will probably die of HIV and no one will care because she spreads it and lies everywhere. She has never met me.  On a blank read my brother assessed a week ago with Jason from Carmel fame.  Now PJ does not even have a face or a name.  The other Bush twin strips in Vegas and that is where my brother spread the news when Wade Brua was between her thighs and farted directly in his face.  They all laughed and loved it.  She will begin bare back porn soon enough.  Oh, how the mighty have fallen.  Laura is still a massively drinking alcoholic out there and does not care.  She prostitutes in England mainly and they have now commented that she has no hair down there just like the queen just to be mean to me.  The dead queen of England (Queen Elizabeth II) did not have pubic hair on her Venus mound due to witchcraft, not from polio which what she reported the reason was as a small child.  She was a malinger who always lied.  She was never sick in a day in her life, and always faked to be working as queen always do.  I do have hair on my Venus Mound, but it is sweet.  It is like child hair, and it is blond.  My Venus Mound does puff quite a bit due to the threat on my uterus, my cervix that is a perfect star, and  my genitals around the clock because you are all rapists and murderers of me and especially want that area of my body dissected, destroyed, or you wish to eat it actually.  You are all monsters.  I hate to discuss this, and it is humiliating to the core, but I am in danger more than ever before.  Lies could get me killed and the sickest things make you all thrilled.  I did get in my 3000 yds yesterday at the downtown YMCA.  They are filing what looks like a film short there.  I ate a Bruegger's Bagel before and took one for the road.  In both locations, I just mind my own business and get my business done as quick as possible and get out of the vicinity.  I took a little longer at Target because I bought some clothes and jewelry on clearance and some food with my Target gift cards from Christmas.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Documenting My Mind and Heart State Around a Difficult Day

I am in a negative electron flow right now.  Electronics are working, but electricians and women who work in any field are not.  They want all electronics removed from my view.  It will not happen, but it was about to if I did not get online and share my emotion state with you.  My heart and mind chakra are being attacked by squid Wiccan witchery.  I did see a nasty new line of clothing at Target that has changed Harry Potter from School of Wizardry to School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  J.K. Rowling is not a friendly, and is a squid minding the transmissions around me overseas.  She has now taken the lead in the Edinborough coven and was illegally interviewed by The Edinborough Castle on air, in front of me, on Oprah, years ago.  I have toured and been tortured, very actively, by the IRA, Interpol, British Intelligence, Engineering programs, royals, the CIA in that castle and on its grounds in 1989.  I am the best combo agent in history, and now it will all be a mystery.  You all cannot read, and Dan Campell of The Detroit Lions will do a voodoo forgetting spell on all of you.  The head of the coven there at the time was Allison Smythe.  I was staying with her.  She was a powerful and gifted Kabbalistic, rising in PR for recording industry in London, a lifetime lover of Lady Di and Olivia Newton John (even together), and a new IRA member.  I stayed with her, and after my trip the coven and the whole town marched her up the hill by the castle, brutally tortured her and killed and dragged her body through the streets for days.  She felt nothing.  It covered up my torture and I needed that as the IRA took me downlow and tortured me in Glasgow at Glasgow Engineering School for one year.  The Edinborough coven, and the town, just wanted to be on Interantional TV.  I just wanted to be free.  It is all a mystery to me how you all can be so retarded.  Get the party started now Interpol on me because you are too retarded to be in financial industry anymore.  How does it feel to be bated?  It has only just begun for you guys.  You are evil and must be destroyed.  It will not be from within as you thought, it will be form commoners who just think you are entitled losers who never really make it internationally and keep everyone there off of U.S. national TV and out of Hollywood movie industry.  Edinborough witchcraft's one gift is to give a person any accent they need, believably for life.  It was only one, but it was about to be many if I did not get this article to press on time.  So J.K. you are a wanna be.  You use those initials because they belong to me.  So here is a little anti Kabballah for your "Buddhist Heart."  My military initials are J.G. (Mayer).  You have never really written at all.  You get high on crack and pretend to sword fight in your mind because you are schitzo as hell.  You pretend you are Aaron Rodgers, and that the other person is me.  You always win.  So, I am experiencing a negative stream of telepathy and thought intrusion that is leviathan (discussed the other day).  I have had a harder time exercising, but I did get up and do my matt yoga, dance, pilates matt workout for 80 minutes on Sunday night, and yesterday I did get a 3000 yd workout in at the downtown YMCA.  Doing chores and eating has been fine.  I made some Knox blocks, with 5 calorie Ocean Spray juice last night and they are in the frig.  They turned out great.  I had a great ham and vegetable salad for dinner.  I bleached and snipped the ends of a scarf to make it a newish creation for me to go with my new powder blue coat.  I used the snippings to make an artistic creation with a polar bear figurine I have.  I took a picture and put it online to The Detroit Lions with a joke about having a new polar bear at their zoo.  Hopefully that did not anger the gods and created violence against all polar bears and all animals in that zoo.  I fixed the strap on my swimsuit.  I have two fading swimsuits that fit, but the straps have been falling down and so I used some hair fastening/ styling devices to make the straps shorter and add a little flair that looks like little bows.  I am using creativity to fight the negative flow, but I chose not to write yesterday.  I am clearing some things and I threw away a fading swimsuit that was delivered in the wrong size by Roamans and also a sports bra that is old and no longer fits.  I also threw away some lotion that the pump no longer works and stuff that is bad for my skin.  I planned my outfit for today.  I went to dry the scarf and the dryers are not working properly.  One goes for like 1 minute and the other goes for like 15 minutes.  These beautiful, very high-tech stacked washer dryers from Whirlpool are about one year old.  The washers are almost broken too.  I called my mother to put in a work order.  I am sure she is pissed at me for being alive and doing laundry at all.  I am sure the idiots here are in bliss too.  They are little piggies who probably do not care if they are unkept and stink at all.  This will cost me money because I will have to go up the street to the laundromat, by bus, to do my laundry until it gets fixed.  I will also have to acquire quarters from my bank and that is another hassle I do not need.  "I think, therefore I am," Descartes does say.  I guess I really am every day, but everyone around me is about to not be because they are all on PCP, do not know true reality because they lie all the time and are truly schitzo as hell bringing hell to Earth at this time, and they do not think at all.  I think that the former president of the H.O.A. who just moved out was the reincarnated Decartes.  He had amazing gift of prophecy, encouraged poor use of the machines, was very mean, and now is missing.  He did not think at all, but was highly governmentally connected.  Talke about a crew that does not think at all.  That would be all governmentals, internationally.  They say military intelligence is an oxymoron, no it is even more usurped by governmental intelligence. I feel a little hopeless and I feel negative in my emotion state.  I monitor my thoughts that are succinct and staying very stable in this reality that is not a fable.  I must just handle things as they come.  Because I do, this does not overwhelm me.  It is just another day in "paradise" for me.  Today I must go to both Wells Fargo and Huntington Banks to address the $942 that is missing from my accounts.  I did call my mother to tell her to guard her accounts and that Verizon and Xfinity have been texting me about my stepfather's payment to them for about 3 months for no reason.  She really did not care about any of it.  She never deals with any difficulty at all, but fakes it in front of me all the time.  She is such a massive malingerer as well.  I only spoke to her for like 2 minutes because she said she was about to get in the pool to do water aerobics.  That may or may have not been true.  I would have preferred to leave a message for documentation purpose.  She lies about what I say all the time and is totally out of her mind and league too.  I called my stepfather to tell him the same thing so he will not blame me if she went totally insano afterwards.  I will then go to the YMCA to swim and maybe pick up some sushi and Knox gelatin at Target.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Erudition Theory

I love the silence of the early morning.  I just arose and I feel so very rested.  I am going to have some coffee and a scone soon, I will do the dishes, scoop my cat's box, and bag the garbage.  I chose to write first.  I did make some special Zuppa Tuscana last night.  I had a mix from the food pantry, and I added fresh ham, extra noodles, a little butter, mostly milk instead of water, fresh tomatoes, freshly diced onions, minced garlic, garlic salt, freshly ground pepper, Italian Seasoning, and Pensy's Florida spice.  It turned out well.  I garnished the little I ate with some freshly grated parmesan as the package suggested.  I froze two containers and there is one in the refrig.  I will watch the Detroit Lions vs. Chicago Bears today and root for The Lions. I may then watch some of the Vikings Packers border battle.  I may also catch some of the Steelers game tonight.  I would like to get in a yoga, dance, pilates movement session later as I see fit.  When I shopped last night, I went to Value Village and bought 2 coats.  That is why I went to shop.  My coats are way too big.  I got one Pacific Trail powder blue coat that is basically worth $100 and a Calvin Klein Peacoat that is worth $350.  I checked online.  They both look brand new and fit very well.  I also got an off-white fashionably designed cadigan sweater, a black shall (it still had the tag on it), a pair of earrings that are new and hypoallergenic (half off), 3 mugs (one says laugh and the other two match and are Pfaltzgraff copyright China) that also look brand new, and a clock radio that the radio only works on it.  I spent $60.72.  I then took the bus to Dollar Tree and bought $65 worth of food and merchandise.  I got a tape measure just for me.  I also got some "rose collared" sun glassed.  They are so fabu.  I washed the clothes, coats, and did my laundry when I got home.  My cat is still resting, I did already feed him, so I have the chance to write in peace without him stepping over the keys.  On this New Year's Day, I have no resolutions.  I just will move from moment to moment.  Flow is the way I go.  It is Daoistic in terms of honoring the natural way.  For the first time, yesterday, during my snorkeling part of my swim, I made my breath an entity and sorcery rhyme just started moving through my mind as I moved freely through the water.  It felt amazing.  Chemicals are not the way to go guys.  Dealing with the insanos of the world directly, working for justice in the world for self and others, verbalizing deceit as it happens, creating daily, doing amazing acts of deconstructive thought, balanced communication with others staying away from talking about other but reporting criminal offenses and sick acts of predation or acts that could lead to that, athletica and movement, and working one's spiritual path with only mysticals that add to society as a whole and heal oneself is the way to go.  Circles are in my mind's eye.  Convex shapes, not concave shapes will be the future paralyzing the economy and taking away people's ability to see.  Parable spy theory and trade will come to be every day.  It is insanity in the economy and complete takeover of the economy by Richard Cheney, The King of Sweden, who lives in town at the Swedish Society, works for Metrotranist Corporation (last night, at the stroke of midnight it became a very evil corporation instead of a publicly funded entity), and will lead to the downfall of civilization as a whole.  My Great Aunt Violet Lied used to take "Swedish exercises" from him there whatever that means.  She used to describe something having to do with a chair.  Be prosperous and free as long as you can.  Please do not hurt that man because he is the hand that feeds you now.  He is a cruel and brutal master, but he the only one you have, and you all chose him at my birth.  Stars aligned for me, and you all imprisoned me here instead of just letting me go outside of the atmosphere to create all objects in space.  Only the moon and Sputnik exist.  Everything else is just LSD imagery for all of yee so that you do not hurt me and believe that you are truly supreme entities.  You are all so delusional, and I am the slave here and definitely am not delusional.  I am nothing at all.  Exploring my actual forgotten identity has been brave and I have paid a torturous and heavy price for it, but I continue to evolve and now the pace has quickened exponentially.  Though born of a mother named Mary, my ship rises and falls off the West coast of Oahu.  People still see it today when I am rage or am in immense danger.  I will now close the show with a Japanese poem called a Haiku.  This morning is well.  I am of universe.  Be in this moment.  World General Jennifer K. Mayer