To My Bodacious God: Please Allow This Planet Called Earth And All Galaxy’s Leaders To Write Their Negative Comments, Paragraphs, And Synopsis On Reports So That My Exit Strategy Will Be Smooth And Extremely Quick. This World Is Not My Home. I LOVE TO DWELL WITH PEACE, INTEGRITY, SAFETY AND HAVE QUALITY RELATIONSHIPS AND NOT A QUANTITY OF FOOLS. NUMBERS DON’T LIE, PEOPLE DO. ALL EMBASSY, IT’S BEEN GREAT WORKING WITH ALL OF YOU. I’M READY FOR MY GALAXY’S FLYERS APPROVAL FOR MY DIMESIONS. On Two Occasions, I’ve Seen Pure White Galaxy Gliders In A Dimension I Need To Be In. The First Time, Up Close While In Buckhead Then Another That Moves Faster While Near The Westside Of Atlanta. I Never Received My Training Of Where Beings Go When They Transition. I NO LONGER HAVE A STATE OF GEORGIA DRIVERS LICENSE. HAVE A BODACIOUS DAY!
