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I am stuck in a hospital and it is all my fault. That doesn't mean that I have no feelings. I am feeling abandoned and I feel like it has been going on for a long time. I need someone to hold and to have

What is information unless you use it? I'll tattle last to first where the last is absence of Gabriel wjho has gone AWOL from SAFPC (Southern Alberta Forensic Psychiatry Center. He is likely a dangerous affender but it hasn't been advertised in the News becuase they want to keep it from the public. The public should know what is happening here. The longer they keep me here the longer the information will get out

Here is my book fully narrated

Becoming King Michael: From Canadian Alienation to Unity Becoming King Michael: From Canadian Alienation to Unity

Go Oilers. All the way to the Stanley Cup!!

I have had this burning sensation in my chest, and I figured out how to control it. It's called a spiritual emergency. You see, I believe that I have found enlightenment in the universe that I live in. Noone will be able to say anything. When I close my eyes and focus on the chakras I have within and without I know that I am blessed. I am in the path, and it is right there. In the mindfulness breathing I have found, and I am not a victim. I hope that others can learn from my it. Just remember to breath.

I am as grateful as a person can be for having a roof over my head and food and clothing. So many people don't have the same luxury

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!
It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.
Oh, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses. I will answer it.
I am too bold. ‘Tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Merry Christmas everyone 🎶🎶😢❤️🎼❤️

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