An update from the homeland:
the loop is seeing some weird times. so are the skies in missery. there has been almost no rain this winter, but i think that may have to do with me. i felt early on this winter that there was going to be some sort of ice-storm attack on st. louis to draw out the winter and make everyone sad so that when it was time for martial law, everyone would be ready to riot. so i've been trying to make the skies here clear by staying happy. unfortunately, my highest chakra drags in the clouds, so my emotions severely effect the weather. i'm basically in charge of the clouds, it's pretty freaky and it started this summer when i was outside for like five hours everyday.
i think that may be why new york is getting drilled, because i've been forestalling major storms, but who knows. i'm pretty crazy and it make all be in my head. but on the ground things are looking crazy, too. there is a land battle going on between the local university, an international meanie, and the local citizens of a more shadowy complexion, aka white snobs vs. black peoples helpless, really. i've watched an entire block of lower-income housing razed, as well as the last two truly black-friendly places on the loop close down. the area just north of the loop is where i live, a traditionally shady area that has become much more "in the light" since the university has been buying individual buildings down my street. i've heard from my friend who knows that the university plans to own all the land where i live now in two years. it will be like their other disneyland-esque dorm area.
also, from the runes and numerology the dark magic workers are using, i can see that the water in st. louis is being used as a weapon. the total dissolved salts in any water system in america must be below 500 ppm and the water in st. louis is between 450-480 ppm. i believe the salt most dissolved is fluoride, which i believe makes you kinda crazy. basically, everyone is drinking the kool-aid. that and everyone here empties out their emotional life force by drinking beer eight days of the week. i believe that it was the plan of the bad guys to sweep america in fear and disorder from the east coast to the west. i believe st. louis was the crux of this plan and the people were meant to hate and riot. i believe the church, a powerful force in Saint Louis (we have the only basilica in america), would have made some holy war out of the possible "terrorist attack" that might have happened to the arch, the country's psychic "gateway to the west", in an attempt to split the land, people and the highways of "middle america". basically, i thought that muslims, or america, or both, were going to bomb the arch and make it into wwiii, which is why hilary clinton was acting so american for a while. anyway, if this was a plan, i somehow thwarted it. now i feel that the country and the world is just sort of lost.
i believe the pope resigning also had something to do with me. in my attempt to dislodge my great uncle from power/money/his life, i may have also called for the downfall of the catholic church. you see, i believe that the vatican has a lot to do with the sex slave industry in the world, and that my great uncle has something to do with it. i believe he is importing sex slaves through the port of savannah, georgia through my grandfather's facility, a place where they take the 18-wheeler size crates off a boat and put the on a train or whatever. basically, it's all really sad, but possibly all in my head. but the universe math/numerology all fits and i know that when my great uncle's first grandson was dying of cancer at ten, he took him to the pope who healed him, aka called a bad spirit to save his life while basically claiming my cousin for the spirit's own. also, i'm fairly sure my great uncle had something to do with my grandfather's death.
so my grandfather and his brother, my great uncle, basically developed an entire county just north of atlanta, georgia. they both became freemasons, or were always destined too, as our family name is mason, but i basically think some sibling rivalry went bad and my grandfather tripped over a wire one day in Brazil, where he was working with the Port Authority trying to convince Brazilian businesses to import their goods through Savannah, Georgia's port. now, none of my family was there and the story goes he tripped over a wire, fell down, hit his head, spoke to my aunt and said nothing of any of this, and then went into a coma a few days later when they brought him back to georgia. anyway, i don't buy any of this as the freemasons are a wily bunch of renegade dark witches that kill each other all the time. sooooooooo, my great uncle is probably a really bad guy and i get the feeling that he's using my grandfather's facility to import sex slaves. i also sometimes think he's the leader of the kkk as he named his three daughters all k names. he's also just really unctuous to be around and has sort of hit on me personally a few times. he rides around in a black mercedes with black leather and could even be the antichrist. in my attempts to use magic to harm him, i think i accidentally made the pope resign, too. funny thing is, i haven't heard anything about my great uncle having problems yet...
