the media has just sent a strange beacon call to something I’m
supposed to explain to you
you say it’s your birthday and it is it is not mine, quite
yet but today is your birthday.
You’re a strange bit of information. You would think I would
hold you in high esteem and may be I wanted but right now I’m not. Don’t get me
wrong your fine I mean you’re really fine but you’re not along the lines of the
railroad train.
Yet you’ve been called, yes you been called in today’s your
birthday. I knew you had been called and because of the calling you were
tickling me but I could ignore it because I’ve got a jillion things tickling me
right now.
That would be one explanation one level higher okay it’s not
Dragon it’s me it’s my brain is my tongue it’s my fault.
We have 1 million and we have 1 billion and we have 1
trillion and somewhere we have some other type of unit and that’s the type of
unit or at now. I could explore this or even going to my memory banks employed
out but I don’t want to do that.
All right, I’m not in a hold any punches I’m not a lie I’m
until God’s truth flat out. She’s a beautiful woman but for some reason she
doesn’t have her…
Dragon do not malfunction.
You are a beautiful woman, some people think I take notes on
all beautiful women, somewhat true but then again somewhat not true.
You’re the type of beautiful woman I would not take notes on
because for some reason you were put on some type of island. This is something
I do internally which I do not understand and have not explored and do not care
to bother with. It just happens and I just let it happen and for whatever
reason my logic works as long as I don’t shake the boat.
You on the other hand or on an island and you triggered
something so I made some type of small enclosure to house you. But you were
next to little miss New York City whose a variant from the vocabulary of the
tribes and you got put in her reference field. You are not put in her enclosure
in fact you want put in any enclosure at all but merely in what I call the
sorting been.
But you had some beacon within your signal and so I open you
up and away we went.
And that’s begin and that’s when I began to channel your
spirit, here I’m using the term spirit and not so because I was channeling her
spirit which is somewhat different than channeling a soul.
Today’s her birthday.
I had no idea who she was or where she was from her whatever
so I do some basic scattering knowledge and I have no idea what’s in the future
or whatever and all of a sudden the future reveals itself before me because I
was walking around in it.
I’m actually trying to attempt to describe and honest to God
no BS magical moment with the spirits.
Because it’s a spirit thing, it’s her
birthday.
I had no idea, I knew you were some type of beacon, fine,
you guys are all a type of person but you’re really not that special other than
being very attractive and very lucky.
But I’m not talking about you going about you and your
ancestors basically I’m walking around in the cemetery only the people in the
cemetery are still alive and walking surface of your there just very close.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not a profit and I’m not until you
win the blades going to come down or the switch is going to be pulled, trust I
said trust me, I feel I’m pretty close as well. Which makes this a true
tragedy.
All right your somebody, no, let’s be more truthful, she’s
just another beautiful woman walking the service of your but for some reason I
had to walk around in her cemetery and now her cemetery is on the television.
This is telling me she is more than a beacon this is telling
me that her cemetery actually is a form of lighthouses, now I’m going to
correct that term with a more accurate and complete term because lighthouses
would be the old school term used in the Old Testament. In the New Testament,
no that’s not correct either, in the contemporary testament, they would merely
be called flashlights.
You say it’s your birthday, happy birthday to you, no it’s
not my birthday, but we can all be happy for birthday songs, or so the circle
would tell me.
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