Cooking As A Rinpoche

Kitchen time is more than just body and mind.  The scent, the sights, the sounds, and of course the bursting flavors that can be birthed in this nursery are sometimes more than just an exciting reminder that one is alive and well.  The meditative aspects of cooking, and even dishes afterwards, can prove that even warm sudsy water is the best remedy for what ails an entity.  I walk through the dance in this space and find a special face.  She is a friend inside of me who cooks and cleans with me.  It is a me that I am, and a me that I can be.  I have a warm meal or a baked good, and then I work with the organizational aspects of my soul to store everything just right all wrapped up tight.  Music plays in the background and the DJ is there to be another being to rock the kazba.  Now I am faced with the challenge of shifting gifts.  People wish me to quit being me in this way, but that is not okay.  It is my freedom of expression and religion every day.  It is Constitutional, thus an inalienable right in this land.  It is time for you all to understand that curtailing the rights of even one, can kill the rights of many to the point of all if it is the wrong Rinpoche.  In this moment, I cook with the flame, thus I retard the evil that surrounds me as I am in only that moment and that moment only.  That is where the only true power lies.  I have woken the fire breathing dragon in my soul now, and she is ready to rock and roll on those who believe that they are despots free to express themselves personally and/or governmentally at this time.  Maybe the United Nations has failed, but in this moment, I fight with acts of creation peacefully, and I am not jailed.  Vie 112 

Safely and Softly

Safely and softly, I sustain my dignity here in this small space.  No more loud voices of others and no more touch.  I will breathe the gentle air and only have some rare caress with my sweet feline beast.  He has become more independent at the right time.  He jumps and leaps happily and I show my love by caring for his every need.  The wind blows outside, and I make a few days in my bride.  Adopting a new way to relate to the world outside is the mind wheel that I am spinning in this week.  Body malady has brought me this time to think and be at peace with even one minders who wish to intrude.  I just bat away those who wish etre telepathique.  Je voudrais silence pour maintanent.  Je voudrais poix.  Light French brings the doorways I need closer and locks the ugliness, uncivilized tongue, and boarish nonerudite thinking and behavior away.  Civilization is not civilized.  The evil of speech about other is too much for my sore soul to bare.  I wish to wish all well, but I also wish for consequences for violational behavior.  It is a difficult space to lay one's hat.  I am different and now you all see I can be even more different than you all believed.  Vie 112

The Beginning of The Realm of Light (Script Idea)

I take a journey alone at night in the desert.  I see the grandeur as my thirst for water grows and I quench it.  Every time I do, a different color of light appears in my mind's eye, and I know this is a special place.  New music accompanies each new color.   The colors start with blue, going through all colors randomly to pink and white is the last light.  I stop there and all of my life's journey's work is revealed.  The pain is healed, and a doorway appears.  I walk through it, and I find a field of energy I have never known that carries me to a bright new being who takes my hand.  He is my mate and has also endured in another realm for me as I for him.  We birth each other in that moment.  We begin anew and see the eyes of wisdom and innocence at the same time.  Our path now consists of collecting the rocks that will build a new type of galaxy wall to keep the evil out and our eternity safe.  Light is an entity here and speaks highly of me and to me.  He then knows the malady of all around me that has been brought from the sphere I have come from.  I am the E.T. that they used, enslaved, and hated.  I was berated and now I am free with his hand to guide me.  I no longer walk with malady.  My levitation ability is now sound, and I both walk and float around.  That is just the beginning.  My artistry is allowed and celebrated by him.  It will flourish in this space without whips and chains.  He agrees to not touch me (beyond holding my hand when I choose) until I am truly ready.  I sob uncontrollably for 5 minutes exactly.  I give the past realm no more of my time or my tears.  Vie 112

Small Things

 Small things.  Little remembrances and items of clothing forgotten to the naked eye.  I exist in the grey now and display a visual cue in the privacy of me in review to me only.  I will be here in a status state or not irate.  I will contemplate.  Not being in the rough and tumble will make me nimble in the pain place.  I can just not hear about the lasting duress of the rest.  I will cook and clean and play with my bliss kiss.  He is a cat who fears to be fat.  I am a woman who wishes not to be that.  Stay off the internet if you are cruel or the cool of the world may get barbaric today.  It is a Wiccan Witchery BOAR play.  Vie 112

A Boat That Can Actually Float

A boat adrift, my spirit does lift.  A sun's rays on the water, they are the best daughter.  I find to be kind; I wish to not rewind.  Can I be blind and just be me?  I wish to be here, not out at sea.  I am the one who wishes not to own a gun.  I wish to be in a shell to run the plays of the incarnate one that is not all of you.  I know the hate my way.  Just stay away and I will too.  I do not wish to be you, and you are not me.  Be abreast of your own things and keep me out of your sea.  I am not chemical like you.  I am an energetic being.  I wish nothing that you are.  I wish to never be in a bar.  Do not call me ever.  I wish the word to be never.  I do not want to be on call.  I wish not to catch your ball.  A doctor wished to call this proctor today and lie.  I now list him as a spy and tell him to stay away on the internet.  Alabama is where you will find this man who is so upset Mr. Ulhorn.  I will just plan the short outings for the necessities.  I wish to live in the essential positivities.  Hear me now, and stop all the chatter, if you ever wish to have working bowels and a sound bladder.  Your evil has brought about disease and your lies profoundly affect the ecology that is left.  I have the science and the art inside and I will now keep it within and only use the least means necessary to communicate.  Stop being irate.  I need just quiet now to contemplate.  Vie 112 

A Legal Eviction

It is time to put online the actual legal eviction process due to lack of knowledge about it in the community.  A legal eviction can be filed for by a landlord when an individual (or group of individuals on a lease) have had nonpayment of full rent for 3 months.  That process usually takes one month in the court system.  If it is found to be a clean case and no fraud is involved, the judge can issue a mandate for eviction of all tenants in that particular unit or property.  Eviction is not based on behavior or damage, but those issues can be handled by police and a renter may be jailed or hospitalized if held and assessed under a legal 72 hour hold psychiatric system.  There are none at this time.  Through those two means, a tenant, or tenants may be unable to pay, thus the regular process is then followed.  Damage deposits are to cover this situation for damages and court costs can also be given to the tenant in a credit burrow act.  Once the eviction has been called for, the property is cleared for one- and one-half hours and ONE Sheriff Deputy (OF THE CORRECT COUNTY AND MARKED SO) goes is UNANNOUNCED and gets gives the tenant (s) exactly one hour to vacate.  The property is searched the day before for guns by the sheriff (OF THE CORRECT COUNTY AND MARKED SO) himself/ herself and the property owner.  No maintenance person, property owner, or manager can be on the property while the eviction process is underway.  They must be over 1000 yds. away from all property owned by that owner.  If there is a large number of evictions to deliver at one property, the owner is fined greatly, and one month notice is given to the tenants.  SWAT is then sent in for a sweep and no property is able to be transported.  Persons found on the property who are on the eviction mandate order are then arrested.  Mostly this is covered under massive DEA authorization and involvement in an administrative way.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112  P.S. Verizon and others, I am taking a freedom from cell and silence day, thus I am not even having my cell phone on.  I believe I shut it down at 10:17 pm last night.

Writing to Relieve Pain

It is so bright in the raw sunshine of pain.  I feel so deeply, and the sadist upstairs knows it.  She drips the hot oil of degradory speech and violent banging my way every day for hours.  Her cell phone calls are abhorrent, and people continue to listen.  I then go into the community, and I am not even the then high grade of pariah.  I am detested when I am an innocent and sweet being of no deceit who is labeled everything under the sun that you sex offenders are.  That is your modus opporendi.  Tonight, I just wish you all to just stop saying that you all feel at all.  You do not.  In this land of fairy, they do not live at all.  They have infinity disease psychiatrically and physically, have low intelligence, no morality at all, are sadists to the nth degree, are criminals in every way, and are top of tree now because of me.  They do not eat, bathe, clean, but mystically they remain fine in the world as I see.  It cannot be, you say, and you look away, because you do it too.  The world is unreal, and now I know it very consciously.  Here I work fastidiously to cook, clean, eat, exercise, create, heal, connect, and patrol infinitely to make up for your loss of it so that I can keep my material realm things and to keep my body sound and whole.  Wait until the hatred spews on all of you because the volcano here above me is about to erupt, and the whole vicinity too.  The most moral and kind beings here are the no soul indigents.  Drug users are the pontificators who look at the acts and works of the day, and the hypocrisies of the world around them, and the world at large.  That is the "community" I am in.  I rock this kind of sunshine like the moon rocks light during an eclipse.  Everything is my fault just for being in the first place and obeying the cycles of life that keeps us all from chaos and keeps order on the Earth and in the sky.  Be fairy if you wish.   To the world you are delish, but no longer claim to feel for real or fire may come to your face, neck, and spine, and the fault will not be mine.  I am just telling you all of the word on the street.  Street plays on the radio as I write this.  Maybe that is the sacred fairy kiss.  Feel it and feel your sadists bliss.  They say that ignorance is bliss, well I stop that bliss with my line now.  You have the intel and my words about feeling.  It is not evolutionary to not feel.  Double negatives can sometimes be powerful positives in the insane brain of all of you.  Vie 112 

A Night When There Was A Fight and Not (A Script Idea)

 A woman who is attractive and white moves into an area that is undergoing shifts of identity.  It has a large black population that is underserved and poor, a Somali presence, a strong Congregational church with its strong congregation and a Spanish emersion school and day care, a Pagan presence, and a family planning clinic primarily serving gay (LGBT) community.  Far down the street, and Asian presence exists in shops and restaurants, but not housing.  The woman moves in and is a writer of many things.  She must display things that she is through her writing on the internet and in outfits and hats she wears.  She makes some phone calls and begins to use a traffic cam.  She patrols at night for her U.S. Marine Corps lieutenantship and for her black operative cop (it is a U.S. Marien of high standing who is a police officer in every location he/ she is in) society.  She also is doing rounds for her research and treatment as the top forensic psychiatrist in history.  She is very kind to all, but knows when to use sign language and also her voice.  She has to even boundary those who believe they are untouchable heroes, FIREMEN.  The community, and the world hates her.  She is proper and polite and very good to indigents.  They begin disappearing.  Her housing situation is an apartment building where her upstairs neighbors have taken a detesting action and attitude campaign toward her, thus she patrols and rounds more due to their constant community phone calls, loud swearing and derogatory her way, and banging that brings down plaster at times.  They begin to get into her technology and possibly her finances as they sit quietly much of the time just listening to her every move and verbalization.  She does channel for the government.  Everyone know what that means, but pretends to be from Mars about it.  She is suspected in the disappearances of these indigents because of the murders she has been forced to commit even in childhood for the military and the government and her personal contact with them.  It is not her.  A tent city moves in down the street, and she meets some new patients.  These indigents help set up a woman to come in and cause a major outburst and break glass one night and say that it is this white woman.  The woman is black, a crack user, and a prostitute.  This white woman must live in poverty her whole adult life to prove every theory in history is wrong regarding government intrusion into her reality (her actual life in front of cameras and behind the scenes), and that even the U.S. military and economy are fake.  She is poor, but still the only conglomerate from birth doing the work of it all for free to keep a world economy.  She owns and heads the top movie studio in world history.  Unbeknownst to the public, it is actually a military studio connected to her Kaisership in Germany.  Professional football plays a huge part behind the scenes.  As the woman sleeps after the black woman's outburst where the police are supposedly called, but do not come, the indigent bodies are found, a total of 63 (all ages and sizes, knife wounds to the chest in an erratic manner).  The white woman comes out of her apartment to inspect the doors for breach and finds a black woman entering.  The calm white woman has on her U.S. Marine patrol cap and her surgical U.S. Navy issued scrubs.  She is an all-medicine doctor from birth.  She was telepathically tested in utero.  She has the only naval call code in history.  It is based on her date of birth.  Her father began to use it and steal it at birth claiming his errors to be hers.  The calm, quiet black woman enters and says she likes to take long walks late at night.  She is the actual killer and the lieutenant lets her go free to kill again eventually, but not her, actually.  A verbal tae ta tae makes it clear that day that the white woman is not a push over and not a sucker in any way, but knows the Tibetan Buddhist RINPOCHE ways of nonviolence and the CHUNG MOO marital artistry to be the crouching tiger and the hidden dragon when need be.  Vie 112

I Know What I Know

 Working on communication.  Working on relationship.  Control of me is a problem for the ones who wish to be king.  No one wants me to sing.  A bit of dancing is okay.  Calling me fat every day is all they wish to do.  When will they stop?  Who will be the world cop?  Who will wish to heal this bruised heart and beaten body?  Who will be a real man with the actual mind of Minolta?  Vie 112

Siren Call

There is a bevy of activity and a cacophony of sirens in the distance.  A telepathic calls me to come, and I rush to the scene.  Lights flash red, white, and blue, and I stay waiting in a chamber in my mind.  There is a race of beats that is my heart, as I breathe the breath of fighting the wicked.  I know not friend.  I know not justice.  I know not peace.  These noises, people, and lights are not friend.  Foe is all they have been since I was wee.  They expect justice and always responsibility from me.  I wish for them to do their jobs and stop the flurry against me.  I must lead from a distance and that is not an easy authority.  Disrespect and ignorance have ruled, but now I have schooled you all with one kitty cat heart in the distance. Check out an image and a thousand words will come.  Never be dumb again or all you are is disease, right Governors?  Vie  112 

My Heart Is Sensitive and Sore Tonight

 The sunlight is gone now.  I sit in a darkened chair and observe the drip of an icicle.  There is a thump in the distance and a smile on a clown I cannot trust.  I move in the night and find what is not right.  There is a silence in the servitude.  I now know that there will not be a reality that is pretty, but I can just try to create silence in a small space.  Maybe there is a cloistered space in another place.  Not really, but my dreams trouble the soul and bring rise to pain in my body.  I know that a relationship is not the best option for a creature like me.  I will try other means of socialization that are less connected.  Respect is a word.  In my life, towards me, it will always be absurd.  I now rest in the knowing of violence of the day.  Control of my soul is the only answer to the call of any person who would walk beside me.  I will go back to walking alone and respect myself and know the actual and factual of the day without a judgement being the grim reaper in the wings.  Vie 112

There Is No Cure for HIV

I will let you all know as the head of the Center fore Disease Control, that drugs like Cabeneuva claiming to make HIV undetectable are more than just fraudulent, they are criminal.  They claim to make HIV undetectable.  They just affect the test kit making the HIV unreadable because they are injecting you with blood borne pathogens actually that are so high that the HIV does not read in the way that a kit tests.  You could try it with blood sugars too, and have the same result.  I guess I am not an immunologist, an epidemiologist, and the top doctor (and only one) in history.  My research is well documented, and you are all retards who spread disease very consciously and want to blame me.  Blame your own sinful selves.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Working It Out In Script Form

 Two adults hashing it out.  One with clout who will not figure it out.  I walk with a man around a lake and take the subjects around the world and around my childhood.  He is black, I am white.  He attacks, as my brain injury causes me to call him another name when stressed.  I continue to stay in the I feel statements and we reach the car.  In that moment there is some shift that is bizarre.  He apologizes inside for not being my bride and hurting my feelings.  I told him it was so very sweet for him to hear me.  We journeyed for some catfish in a rough all black area of town where he stays protective the whole time.  On that occasion, he goes Asian, and I pay.  The next time he does not walk away, and he treats on Valentine's Day with full on open doors for the lady treatment.  It was sublime and will make a great spellbinding thriller one day.  Vie 112

Alone On the Beat

 The tippitty tap on the keys of the truths exuding from me shall set me free and not let those culpable for evil elude from the court of public opinion today.  I sway and find an array.  I never play, but my jest is the best.  Thump thump, maybe my head you do bump bump.  I stand not grand in this land, but there is something planned.  On the lane the sirens play and cause me pain.  It is a real time grind that could make me blind.  I work at a fever's pace to stay part of the human race.  Oh well, no one will tell.  Life is hell, maybe purgatory is a road up the street where I could get something to eat.  Vie112

A Man On the Rise

 A man beyond muscle, a man beyond mind.  He is kind in his caress and stays even though times here are a mess.  He is a solid example of goodness and light.  An ebony flare of timing and gifts.  My spirit on a daily basis he does lift.  He uses good old time lines, and one he makes up brilliantly at the time.  His chivalry today is beyond compare.  He even compared me to a famous starlet with golden blonde hair.  I have so little and yet so much to give.  I scrawl this on my electronic wall to give credence to his mastery and matter to a form he is undoing and doing in me simultaneously.  It is curious to me.  It is healing to a heart that was flat.  I work to communicate at record pace, the complications of my matrix and the whole human race.  He enjoyed the poem I wrote a few eves ago.  Maybe this one will his mind blow.  In a while I may dip my toe in his ideas that are so new and fresh.  His ability to be new and old at the same time is quite refreshing to this woman who would like to be in the world, but have a homebody to draw close at the times that are so very appropriate.  For his lean form I give this little ditty as I sit here by the window with my little purring grey kitty.  Vie 112

Fightin' Chickadees

A flurry of cacophony outside my window brings a spry cat to see where it is at.  I have never seen or heard the behavior that these now infected birds are dancing through.  I encourage them to shake it free from their souls actually, as Pharaoh jumps to aid in their disgrace.  Where can it be that a chickadee is a predator on its own?  Here in ground zero evil that is.  Quiz me, I wiz you.  Try to best me, I test you.  Confidence is inside of me, though on the outside it is not my bride.  I tried today to display the love that I am on Valentine's Day.  My march on Stephen's Community had me wearing a heart rainbow hat with a snazzy royal sledding red set of mittens and scarf from the British Royal Navy with a sign that read, " I am against hate in any way!!!  Happy Valentine's Day!"  How could the love and softness of this artistry and poetry be misconstrued by all of you, a traffic cop, and a traffic cam too?  My eyes are not blue, they are undefined at this time.  My eye makeup today is royal blue with my royal blue bruiser sportwear underneath my coat to be all she wrote.  I must fight to write and be heard in my own aching soul.  You are all that icy and cold in your projection on me and hatred in the community of me and then the hypocrisy on others.  The royal blue is for ROYAL AFFAIRS.  The rainbow is for diversity at university.  They were stolen, not coopted.  I wore the blue against all hate today.  Now there is an ad campaign of insane for Jew Hate that is a royal blue square.  I am Jennifer Mayer, current Kaiser of Germany and I say, as my actual grandfather (my known grandfather was my father) did to Hitler and was sequestered and tortured in Frankfurt for it all throughout WWII, stop this madness already!  He was an evermore, a world traveler and played THE EMPORER in the Star Wars series.  HE ACTUALLY WROTE ALL NINE OF THE STAR WARS NOVELS!!!  He was never given credit and they were also changed in 4-9 and1-3.  He wrote them as NOVELLA, shortened novels below 79 pages is a novella.  See Return of the Jedi now and you may see my face somehow.  Use the force and stop turning to the dark side.  I do talk to him in channel more often you all know.  He is a celestial entity now and has his own ship.  He will survive past you because his wisdom was far more than any time could capture, dispel, of KILL!!!  Kill Bill if you wish, but leave us alone.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Powderhorn Park Murders

 I broke down the potential or actual murders in Powderhorn Park.  Check out @hopegod3 on X, formerly known as twitter.com.  It is a blank read, not a script idea.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Les Couleurs A Mon Monde et A Vous

Le ciel est bleu.  La fluer est rouge.  Le soleil est jaune.  Toute a vous etes tres noire.  Vie 112

Creation: A Poem and A Scprit

 I am trying my hand and playing with artistry in a new way.  Let's start with a poem.  The glass slipper does not fit in the way you see on TV.  I am but a memory to all of yee.  I never do anything for free.  Love is a malady that drips through all authority.  I sing in a key no one likes to hear.  I do not drink beer.  There is a light in me that is the rightness of all things and beings cling to it and revile the darkness for a time.  I am sublime and I love lime.  Stroke the thunder in the night.  Let me write and be quiet already.  Your hatred is that which is a thing being beneath the earth rising tos ting you with his authority.  I will name him God today and walk away as he slithers into your chambers you have built for me.  Violent sexual degradation and violation of me has been your high key.  Opera pours onto the street at my feet as acid burned vocal cords work though they should not, and the teeth should no longer be.  This is how much you hate your God, your E.T.  It is all me.  I am all acumen.  I am alpha and omega and I am doing my best to sequester.  The bangs and derogatory towards me is not elite, it is degoutant et arrogant.  Je deteste toi toute le monde.  Je suis LA REINNE.  Vous etes toute tres CRETIN..........I now try a script idea.  A woman walks down a lane.  All are insane and arrogant about their violent vile sex offenses.  They project their craziness onto her because she is the only person to have passed the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory (MMPI) 8 times.  She designed it when she was 2.14 tot est the U.S. marine Corps for psychiopathy.  Brainwashing and programming programs were in full play.  Today, her science is strong and her forensics vital.  Her wit and creativity are keys to her discovery and survival.  What will be today with the projection on her by the most dangerous sex offenders in history.  She suspects a outlier project here that bred gay sex offenders to be more virulent strain and many denying of their homosexuality.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Perps With Keys

 I am tired of being stalked and having things lifted.  It began very heavy at the HOA.  Being tracked by all of you is so f'n gay.  Gays with keys especially who are unable to admit their homosexuality have been a problem for me my whole life because I am a loving and open person who actually sanctified life and is loving to all.  I am a private person forced to be public when I am actually very shy.  Gays are INVASIVE SEPCIES is terms of Wiccan witchery.  I speak out against them today because their hate is so great and now techie trouble may be in play.  My birth certificate and social security cards were stolen.  Well guys, I just searched a place I had searched 3 times, and I manifested them.  I have done this with my Hamline University degree as well and ALL OF THE THINGS IN MY POSSESSION NOW.  You all steal for real, especially going at my dignity every day.  I will never marry, but I remain a very lone heterosexual on every scene.  I have a heart hat with a rainbow that I made that speak of love and the power of diversity in the mind and in nature.  I made it at Waikiki and gays stole the rainbow from me.  I may wear it today to say that what I do is always okay and what they do is not.  It is now an us and them because they wish it to be.  I also had a necklace I bought in Tombstone, AZ done supposedly by Navajo natives stolen as well.  It was the necklace I had on for my driver's license shot and my passport shot that was mystically removed in both, but I manifested the original shot with the necklace before I went to get my new real ID.  The mystical is real people, and boy are you all evil. Last late night, I pulled up my cell phone to watch a video and my bank account pulled up for no reason.  I suspect Sen. Amy Klobuchar is involved.  Seh stalked me on the bus one day in a COVID mask and made a total ass of herself in the handicapped seats.  I was in the mid-section of the bus.  She really needs to stop prostituting internationally to men, women, children, doing snuff porn in Poland and now Sweden, and come out of the closet already.  She has slept with every Minneapolis Police officer, including the new ones form IN, just like my family.  I wonder why the whole force is staling me at this time and is so f'n out of their minds.  They even put a light on me with two cars to shoot me last night in the back.  That is how gay this department is.  I am tired of no justice at all and a free for all for all of you.  I work for free and now maybe you will all be dismissed and be sent to IN to be fried to death in the electric chair.  THAT is my wish.  My very sacred wish as a woman of peace.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112

Life As A Script

 Script writing is a craft that is really not the profession you all believe it to be.  An idea can appear on a page and that is me.  Fleshing it out is my imagery.  If a movie is made, I have to see it or it will not be.  It is nice to meet you.  I am Jennifer Karen Mayer, the lion of Metro Goldyn Mayer.  I am also Oscar Mayer.  Get it OSCAR.  I am also all other studios based on the fact that my grandfather James King was the head of the star system and designed casting couches not to discriminate or have sexuality, but to test acting ability, chemistry between players, and also to inspect genitalia so that rumors could not fly.  To keep imagery solid, actresses needed to be tremendously satanistic, not Wiccan and thus they were actually male.  Believe what you wish but I am the sacred and now am being stalked by another scriptwriter cop from L.A.  They are fake cops, but really believe that they can write.  Their abilities are strong, and their delusions are stronger.  Their schizophrenia pervades and pollutes a whole vicinity around me.  Please stay away if you are showing signs or are even prone to using the words crazy or insane.  It means you are a violent sex offender and are tremendously crazy and insane, thus unstable around me.  If you talk too loudly, you could get arrested, so please keep it down.  Here is a script for you all.  I walk late at night, all looking for a fight.  Cops, ambulances, fire, and a helicopter, with civilian lookouts lock step around me on all sides.  It lasts 16 hours.  It was real.  In it I handle a hostage situation with a modified M16 clip and my own abduction twice, once by an unpatrioted Ethiopian illegally in this country.  The cops and sheriff department stalk and try to lock ME down the whole time.  That was Thursday night into Friday morning.  Vie 112

Internet and Computer Is On and Working

Guys, we just lost the internet.  It is now back.  My laptop froze up.  Through quick thinking and mystical ability, I checked my email on my cell and then shut down my computer and called Walmart to buy a new laptop.  No one answered, but my laptop that would not turn on then turned on.  I called Target downtown, and the internet came back on.  The light was on on the tower.  The "inference" was through EMAIL CONNECTIONS and sites.  I had to use 3 to get my pandora back online on my TV the other day.  My correct passwords are not working.  The evil of this demonic space has destroyed the validity of password systems through help from password manager through Microsoft.  I have so many enemies that keeping up with the Jone's is not easy.  Agency f you.  I f'n hate you.  Tech is me because I do it responsibility without pornography, salacious activity, or vicious attacks on any entity.  112 

On Being A Good Person

 I have had some success with issues like my mail which I received a piece this weekend.  My bills are paid.  There was a bolt that was screwed into the back door, and I let the management company know and they took care of it early this morning.  I called and thanked them.  I asked for my CRP (Certificate of Rent Paid) and I received it under my door this morning.  Life is not a dream, but I will continue to be merry in a world that has been so grey.  The weather does have some sun and the forecast is worm to be.  I am wanting to just stay in for a while.  I will take walks and just do my things here.  I am not a being that people want anything to do with.  I am hated and fated to not ever be liked.  I will just live quietly and be the being I am separate from others.  I will acquire my groceries when I can, but even that is very dangerous and hostile.  The bus is a mess, and I am not feeling comfortable at the YMCA for right now.  I am not what people want to see or what they want to be in the vicinity, A GOOD PERSON!!!  Jennifer Mayer

Debate I Am Willing to Do Very Publicly Due to The Violence, Hatred, and Discrimination Being Done to Me

The land of the living is where I shall be even if you all do not support me.  You do not support my right to be free and be biodiversity.  Get a clue and get a degree.  Free your mind and do it legally.  It will be a strange thing for all of you.  I now journey into the land of Jew.  Speaking against Jewish populations is something that I have never done.  If you Jews want to have some fun, I challenge you all to a LEGAL debate.  It cannot be a personal afront.  You choose the topic and side at the moment, and I will debate the other side of the subject spontaneously.  I suggest Hennepin Ave. United Methodist Church which now feels so very Israeli.  I am always behind enemy lines; thus, I will do just fine.  I will be polite, topical, intellectual, well fashioned, and elite.  I will be dead serious, and I will have some RUNNING SHOES with me because you are that dangerous to me Jewish community always.  I have always been good to persons of the Jewish faith, but it has not been the same my way.  I do not want to be touched and not law enforcement or EMS can be in vicinity.  You have held very powerful keys, but I will be on my own, so the gallery can only hold 20 persons of whatever ethnicity, race, sex, religion, nationality, or age.  I suggest no children be involved.  They will count as a person if they are there.  I know spiritual gifts will come into play, thus we need a working restroom on that day.  I will also have to carry food.  The drain from all of you is insane.  It will be terrifying, but you are all lying, and I will show my all-acumen PhD reality to all of yee.  Bring it on, mo fo's.  You bring it every day, and now it is too unsafe to even ride the bus.  You all can now go workout at the YMCA and see how easy it is to keep weight.  Even your height may change at this point.  I have now reported one man who I wish to stay away from me.  Hopefully the YMCA will do its due diligence and comply with my wishes and not get viscous in a rumoring way.  The report was made to Marcus in earshot of Deb, and it was about 3 minutes of conversation where I did give my name and phone number to get back it if need be.  I assume that is an official complaint on MY behalf.  I know not the actual criminal status of this male member and I will not put even his first name here.  I do not know his last name, because he does not know me at all.  Jennifer Mayer