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
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