DEAR DIARY; It's Janice Catherine Leader. TRY AND KEEP UP by JCLP

I WAS AWAKENED WITH THE NAME OF A BABYGIRL, ANGEL RIVERA, TOLD TO ME BY A STRANGER, WHO SAID NOTSHE'S FOUND IN THE TRASH. Either in North Carolina or South. Where her mother is, I could not risk knowing. While I keep these things to myself, Dear Diary, the She tells someone who loves me, I hear her speak to me and telling me that Joe wants to take a ride down there with me, and I am excited to hear that he would pay gas and food, so I agree, then the Sasquatch She comes out of nowhere with an imaginary frying pan and smashes the face of someone I suspect is Joe, because he and I were, at that moment, Telepathically Connected. As she went to smash him again, from what my eyes' mind sees, I use that same mindful power to imagine her shot in the head and then hit with a frying pan. She falls down, and I assume, as only is possible, that the human being she might have actually been "occupied on the inside of" is free to think for themselves. I will use my cellphone to contact her and discover what is alright. Note: No actual persons are nearby or seen when this happens (except for two days ago, in Jenkintown when a woman felt me driving by and begged me to come back to help her be freed from a basement, and while I was investigating, an actual human came driving into the church driveway and we made discoveries together, but that I will record in a moment, I must dial my sister right now). 2672763584. Insert is a photo of me. My home is in Philadelphia Pennsylvania.