My phone just went berserk... surprise!

I just posted craigslist ads about my consulting/writing services in Chicago (to be changed to WDC in January, if this keeps up).

One section of my blog belongs to the O in my pocket and because of my duty, I'll write some stuff for free about the state of the world, according to my records. Believe or do not believe, we have multiple levels of communication possible between humans and I have psychic dialogue with frickin' dozens of people, all day long, everyday. There is a "Not Ashamed" postcard from this cool church my sister and her family belong to. "Just speak the god shit," say some. I have Barack Obama on my phone because he believes in all kinds of stuff and the Christian God is one of them and like millions of people, the world over, he kinda thinks I'm a prophet or something. I don't get grandiose about this deal because a) sometimes it hella sucks, b) it's dangerous being on such a pedestal, c) I am only one of many, d) the deal in my being that allows me to take on this kind of spiritual responsibility is necessarily balanced by a lot of humility or I would be more vulnerable to succumbing to power - the deal breaker for any leader, humanistically speaking.

So, if Barack wants to hire me as an advisor, why can't he? He has lots of advisors to help him understand all the industries and sectors necessary to serve the people of the world and the US. He wants to be a good president and have the best advisors with the best abilities and connections and all that. Why risk losing information and not take advantage of my gifts in order to better understand the needs of people and how to get their needs met? Advisors have no decision-making ability, technically and so my threat to power would be on par with all the other advisors that surround the American President. WE KNOW there are old cronies, JFK-style in the loops that command the barriers that prevent the president-elect from hiring me, per our agreements that we discuss through this medium that people may or may not believe. Who wants to get caught not-believing, denying the consequences of our actions and fucking the planet up for humanity? Not Barack Obama. (this is kinda cool being so bold. -S) So, we'll be working on bridging the connection on the physical plane.

Work back-up plans. In case I remain unfree, in a modern version of Nelson Mandela-style or something, I will be looking for work via craigslist. If I'm not going to be advising the President, I don't want to live somewhere cold. I'm bitter about Northern California. I have another sister in San Diego and once saw a pretty sweet job with a pharmaceutical company down there as a clinical liaison. I would love to be hired for the sake of my morality in medicine and have the chance to influence that industry. Like with Washington, the insubordinance is understood, as is the chain of command, by which I mean that I know how these systems work and how not to rock boats, but if you turn away the motherfucking hermit, it's not my problem. For the younger generations and those not familiar with tarot symbols, The Hermit is like the old beggar woman in Beauty and the Beast whom the prince turns away.

At some point: Utah adventures.