Observations of an Early Hour

Moving through in a time of stagnant tumultuousness of soul, I find no respite to the tedium of birthing new realities for the universe and me.  I see what I see, and record fastidiously.  I find no time to do what I see as a realistic review of all of you.  I am in a tunnel that is a maze.  Crazed real time vets of a bastardized system of thought surround me, but do not confound me.  I am the one to teach a new way, but there are no takers.  There are no money makers.  It is time to be at one with a God of my own choosing.  It is time to feel the rug under my feet and try to dispel the shards of glass firmly embedded within my heals.  I come upon a system in deplete and I see that there are answers for the cancers, but it is the cancers that people long for and relish in.  As I write, I delight that something moves through me.  I am bolstering my created guide named self as the universe has left me high and dry once again.  Without a friend or a confident, I create in a new way and reveal a time to do things that are remedial and yet meaningful when done in a mudflat like this one.  GUPPIES is what I am dealing with in the Wiccan Witchery form.  They make you depressed, slothful, and gain weight heinously quickly.  Food becomes the only solace in a land of violence and lack of Zen.  No spirit here if you can hear at all.  I report very little and try to do much as I know that they are bottom feeders too.  What else can I do, but wade out to sea if I can get there from where I am here without drowning first.  I just embody what I wish to see and eventually I wish for a wave to crest and crush the negativity all around me.  My positivity angers and destroys their mirth at destroying my mirth.  There is no virgin birth here or religion at all.  It is the land of agnostics and thieves, and I am the one to break the cycle and go my own route and way through the haze of every day.  I write once again to ignite, hoping that the fires will not start and burn deep here and then throughout the whole world and economy.  I fear actual explosions that were planted long ago by community members who believed I would be a threat to the party of anarchy they had planned.  They are correct.  I am that threat.  I am law and I am order.  I am theology and doctrine, but I am science as well.  I am true spirit and creation, and I am the true agent of Revelations.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112 

Light Rail Adventure

Mall walking was not the journey today.  blocking a rogue Middle Eastern police man was.  He is a spotter of all law members of law enforcement when in The Middle East, but not here.  After our intersection, I spotted 4 law enforcement persons and vehicles with no other spotting of anything else.  He posed as an indigent with a blanket on the light rail with his gear on.  I called the play, verbally, announcing that I was CIA, was not shot, Metro transit police got on from a rogue spotter's telepathy, and I was given props for the save of the entire MSP Terminal 1 airport and the light rail line there.  The man ran when they got on.  He is still at large.  He is less than 5 feet tall, a gift from Bashir Al-Assad, and is Syrian born.  He is a warlock and very armed and dangerous.  I suspect that he is a lover of the top Middle Eastern policeman who live in town Bashier Al-Assad, Bashir Al-Assad's natural bastard son who has blue eyes and is based normally in Tripoli, Lybia with his ragey mother.  He is not CIA, but has sexual relations with male commentators on TV saying he is and comes through them if they wear a blue and white small-checked shirt with tan pants.  I suggest you stop Bashier, and broadcasting community.  You no longer have immunity.  Director Jennifer K. MAyer 112 

Fairies in the Midst: Economy Will Twist

The dimensions in review have gone to fairy crew.  Watch your finances and credit cards.  They may just disappear now.  Your balances may be through the roof and interest rates on everything high.  Bank accounts may zero out without notice.  My lack of privacy aided me today and today only.  Now it is your turn.  How much can you earn ever again?  I am lowly and never considered holy and thus I have immunity in your arms race against me and only me.  I just do and redo governmental forms and schemes drop around me.  I notice everything at the right time and never feel sublime about it all.  Maybe one day my peace will come, but not today.  I tried on clothing to see if fit was still right and only a few items were too small to wear for now.  They are summer items, so it is okay.  I dyed my hair and now I step into technology as a key they cannot see and do not care about.  Form shift much?  Quantum realities are explainable by me and only me now, and I do not care to share.  You all do not care.  I have the touch and I see you coming at me.  I know all that is around me and past fugue states of my powerful acts are revealing themselves to me, my cat, and to everyone else.  It will be an interesting ever after.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Dimensional Review

Time in review for all of you.  Seeing is believing and it is time to believe.  As form shifting becomes a more public reality, time will slow, and sunsets will review a different reality cycle.  Your minds are unstable and the fables about me will now be reviewed, Hennepin County.  I am not the enemy, but it will now seem like I am.  I will just live quietly with my cat as you all frame and blame me in a different way.  It will be a day to day that I must survive.  I have a new archnemesis at my side who wishes to make me bride.  It is just sexual slavery and I deal in imagery to keep this all-star "rock star" away from me.  He is tall and plays all forms of ball.  I need to keep NYC at bay and the rays of the sun three way.  That means three dimensional.  I identify the known dimensions here.  It is the first dimension being length, second is width, third is height, and fourth is time.  Dimensions counter the realities of sound while forces counter the realities of sight.  All of you hallucinate both auditorily and visually and I do not, that Is why I can find and identify all dragon's lairs based on the simple fact of known dimensions and keen observation.  In the land of dimensions, I now identify the fifth dimension as serenity found in true meditation separate from Pagan intrusion into the mind through telepathy, imbedded imagery in videos and imbedded thoughts and images in audio recordings and videos.  Accessing the fifth dimension has been done by me rarely and me only.  Now the sixth dimension has been accessed by me and me only.  It is tranquility.  It is a state of beingness beyond nonexistence and the void.  It counters all irrational thought systems in vicinity and in the material realm.  I am now ready to pass to a matterless state that cannot be seen or heard by all of you.  Animals may sense my doorways that I am opening, but not my walking through.  Objects may move around me that you cannot see that I do move consciously, but am not aware that you all are the nothingness to know.  The void is my cat at this time.  The forces of attraction begin with gravity and are define on the internet.  I wish to not educate you on them.  You are all far too stupid and dangerous.  The fifth force is love and the sixth force is being kind to self for the first time.  I have now accessed this force and in my tranquil state I will stay away from people hearing voices about me and only me very consciously.  Their hostility will be apparent and oh so very arrogant for no apparent reason.  The seventh force is the last force.  It is PAIN ON ALL OF YOU and it is coming oh so very soon.  You all have made it that way by experimenting on this E.T., very painfully every day of her existence.  Enjoy that you fakers.  NONE OF YOU HAS EVER FELT PAIN OR HAS EVER SUFFERED.  Only I have and that horror is moving into a tranquil zone as I journey to be more alone.  Your codependence on me is disgusting.  Merry Christmas.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Psyche On Review

Psyche on review.  I am watching you.  My door lock and frame are something of that which you are to blame.  I am not Alice and this is not Wonderland.  Can you handle the truth?  Can no mean no and yes be a possibility for once?  Can freedom reign in my U.S. of A.?  I be the taker of the power of bees and not be a sleaze ALWAYS thus it can be done.  You all have had so much fun.  There is Jason in NYC and Jason here when he should be in Philidelphia.  Mommy's favorites, both, and to everyone.  One is media industry NYC when he should not be (top industry key there is me) slumming it around me, and one is NFL tree.  One is out gay, and one is closeted in every way.  My vagina stays on me and that is not what they wish it to be.  Then there is brother number two and that is where it diverges.  Jason number one had his fun, and brother number two was top X gamer who stayed in nights to work and fight with me and only me in print.  Jason number two's brother wishes me to actually be a deep South slave and to travel as that internationally in shame.  He wishes to transgender me mystically with the binding power of Xi.  He is opium trade industry since he was wee, maybe even before the age of three.  Please stop those who wish to record it when I actually go pee.  I have no privacy because I will not just go ask Alice.  I am here living in fear with Pharaoh for the first time in 5 months and now my lock is queer, and the door frame is different than when I moved in.  I will try to explain to a working professional Jay that I know who is not a J bird or a Jason.  I will send pictures and mind my p's and q's in all communications, especially now.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

The Deep Level Prostitution Needs to End

I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Art yesterday to just look at some art.  The collections have been far more than fleeced.  Natives, please mind your new collection now.  The place was thick with prostitution schemes around me because they were ALL prostituting, even the children.  I had to go downtown to prevent a race war because of it last night.  I went to The Local, Brits, and Tom's Watch Bar in my Chicago Fire Chief hat that is mine and only mine from birth.  I cited Tom's for a very dangerous pileup locked door that could have taken down the city and the entire EMS, fire, and police blamed me.  I was swarmed (They were all gay bees [ Wiccan witchery led by Jason Kelce of Chicago Police and fire department from birth]) by all they had left, but swiftly got on a bus home and to bed by 10 pm.  I only drank N/A beer.  I also identified that it was not blacks that set the Brit's bar on fire during the riots, it was the werewolves of The Local.  THEY are rival gangs.  I did not verbalize about that.  I passed it on telepathically, finished my N/A Heineken in a bottle and left.  MAN ARE YOU ALL SO VERY CRAZY.  The blacks were not.  Today they may be.  This forensic psychiatrist and profiler is sick of taking everyone's s***.  Hopefully I will have only kindness from my family today.  It is the final phase of my move.  I also am now identifying police and fire as the top fleecers of credit card companies now blaming Taylor Kinney and me.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112 

Time to Announce Officially: Network Stay Away

 I do what I do, now I concentrate on it not being for all of you.  The great deceit has left me disabled to the nth degree and still on social security.  I keep it short and continue to unpack.  I do overreact.  You all do.  Keep it away from me.  I am the head of social security and always will be.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Nothingness May Be A Good Thing and Definitely Not Nihilistic

 For the day, I go on my way.  I just want to be.  No one is with me.  I am just going to pick up and move on to a space where things are as they are.  I will never trust another soul again.  I will never have a friend.  No relationship will ever be as long as I am in the vicinity.  There is no place to go where things would be different.  I am accepting of the things in this contract.  I do not overreact.  I sit with my coffee and write this as a swarm of bees takes over the maltase falcon cross used on me recently in my long-awaited abduction, David Beckham and Taylor Kinney (Known heiress abductors for fun for them and heiresses fleecing families who love it too, FBI crew.  I am not an heiress, and my abduction was not fun.).  Fun for all, horrific torture for me.  No one cares as it has always been.  No documentation by police or any "friend."  That is how you all say FU and never acknowledge what I have been through.  It does not make you all not you or your actions, words and thoughts towards me your actions, words, and thoughts towards me.  Vehement hatred is how you all feel and now I know that it is really real.  I guess that is something I have made out of the nothingness that is inside of me in this moment.  Rinpoche Jennifer K. Mayer 112

When You Want to Say FU, What Do You Do Instead?

 Codes and keys abound.  I must sit and find a way to peace in a land that I barely understand.  I am blind.  You are all so very sighted.  The deceit is thick and the vengeance on me too.  I must wade through the much and mire and find a desire to move in the right way to remain free of the clutches of your spells and mystical maladies in the everyday reality.  Manifestation of a new form is on the horizon.  I know not what that means, but I just type quickly before I forget the line.  I am doing fine if anyone has ever cared.  they have not and even worse.  I am cursed even on a day I said I felt I felt blessed.  I believed it for a while, but now I am back to the manifestation point.  Transmutation must be all that I do.  I must just stay away from all of you.  Toxic relationships are all that I know.  Maybe one day I will be free of this reality, but this is a war.  It is THE war.  It is the war against evil.  I am not a victim; I am not a survivor.  I am a WARRIOR!!! Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112