HOW CAN ANY OF U ARGUE WITH OBSERVATION

“How Can Any of U Argue With Observation”?
Following Subtitles 2 blog book number 5:
The Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version
The Millionth-Council and Me
Morianity Project continuing from 1995 Audio
Datfile: 120808.447---Beginning Transmission:


Good moUrning ladies and gentlemen of the Mountainpen Blogaud, how RU doing, as I am hanging in there. The rope is pulling hard, and the room is getting dark, but still, I’m hanging in there. Well, so did my cousin Herbert Huntington back in the late nineteen fifties up in Braintree, Massachusetts, USAESMWG.

I am very happy 4U Paula King, U have started many nice lives here as the true exploratron that UR. Tell retired Captain Heller if U ever run into him at the base, that I never meant 2 force his mom Audrey into that house rental in Atco, New Jersey, she knew better than 2 move in there, and I should have been smart enough 2 understand all of this back in ADEG-1983, hay I was 28 and a fool, what can Jay-jay and me say, other than perhaps, kid-die-no-MIGHT? U will enjoy traveling all throughout the places that U will B going, and also getting away from totally drug invested Egg Harbor City, and corrupt beyond repair, Atlantic County. I indeed am very happy 4U. The part of U that got me in the elevator is who I am the most interested in tight now, she will revolutionize the way man lives and operates on Earth, and just as no one 30 years ago could predict or fathom the internet, the netters today cannot begin 2 understand the terminals all over, in our homes and in every public place and how roads and cars will all become obsolete through this super genius daughter of yours. Also getting away from the Atlantic City crowd was always your true goal, I knew that when I was a kid, as even then the other parts of U as the exploratron were busy creating a family. Congratulations on your newest addition 2 the family, only what family, as in just the 3 personalities that I am aware of, and 2 by identity-names registered on the mortal world legitimately, and one still hidden where U make yourself a 7 foot tall extremely dangerous nymphomaniac and ripped off my clothes in the Kennedy Stratford Hospital elevator back early in January of 1998. There was no wondering here, and no McGuire’s large spinning lollypops involved. Still, I no longer have any desire now or ever 2C any of my off spring, this is all so beyond what U should B doing in this present dark age time period. U know that, U have a good heart and a conscience, but U still have done all this, I forgive U Paula, move on now and enjoy your new life, I really am happy 4U. So it was the 2003 circa where U met the military man of your dreams at a jazz concert outside of Convention Hall in Atlantic City, and went onto move out of Estelle Manor, NJUSAESMWG. This is obviously Y Diana caused the mighty July 12 flood of Medford Lakes, as a symbol and a sign 4 me 2 look back on someday which now has indeed become that someday, and clearly come 2 the realization that no matter how hard that I try 2 believe that SUPERMIND-EXPLORATRONICS is the fantasy and delusion of a severely mentally ill mind, mine, it simply is not. There R just 2 many things that tie up so perfectly together, and the gods know, that it really is enough 2 drive people mad and nuts that R close 2U or ever have been. Oh well, now it is all done and over, so can we part as friends, mighty Exploratron-Paula, or whatever your REAL identity is from wherever it is that U really R dreaming? Can we ever go into a truce mode? I know the Briggers Cult as well as Donna up in the future will go on hating me and messing with me, that is just life and the rotten luck of the card draw, but can we truce out?

How can anyone, especially a ration and scientific or professional mind, doubt that something is indeed happening 2 me that goes far beyond any normal events that should B occurring 2 any person in this waking world life? If U just back up in my blogs on the blogger dot com post up site, to say May when I had bought my computers at Staples and not ‘so easily‘, and began blogging longer and with more daily regularity as more time now was there 2 permit it, U would have 2C that my life is a real nightmare and not some delusion. Follow along and anyone would get the mind blow of their career as a human being. I dare U2 just do it, and U will C that these words R magic, and that they R not words, written by just me, but that this is a gargantuan ongoing pile of cosmic events that cannot possibly B without major cosmic significance. I take zero credit in the Morianity Project, I was led 2 start this, I was fired from the pipe factory, all so that I would come 2 meet the one person that was destined 2 put me onto this ‘blogging’ thing, he did. I did, and the horse race began that very day, and they still R running. None of us and especially involved-personally-me, can as of right know begin 2 know the outcome nor the true purpose of Morianity, my hellish life story, and Y it is being blogged at this precise time in human history, and how all of this will work itself out as a globally connected reality. Forces wanted me 2 rethink the SE or Supermind-Exploratronics, but I know better. It takes more than this 2 throw me off the track that I know perfectly well is real and totally legitimate. I wrote a song about poison cake that I admit 2 getting the idea from back in the seventies from the great old Colombo detective shows starring Peter Falk, and this was in 2000, and the title of this song which was copyrighted in Washington-13-DC, in 2000, along with Atlantic Queen, and an album of new re-writes under the name of (THAT-BOY), later used and stolen, just as Coolio was cute with there copying and fun poking from Callio, all around the time that I had recently begun my fantastic search and quest 2 locate the all mighty SSJKK, but aniwho, my birthday the other day was indeed not only all that I said it was, but also I came 2 learn yesterday that Ann accidentally made the icing on my cupcakes with a cream cheese icing mix, and I cannot tolerate cheese, this is one of my 2 kryptonite’s, that and jet fuel, I get very ill when exposed to cheese or jet vapors over long periods and in excessive amounts. I have been quite ill and living on toiulets both here and at my job, until I found out about this and threw the Colombo poison cakes into the trash. How very prophetic my songs indeed were, it was called, “Blood On My Shoe”. “Nightmare woman walks away clean, leaving that blood on my shoe”, is part of the song’s lyrical content. The song’s lyrics also went on 2 mention the burning of our house down and indeed, the Bolivar Hotel on Tennessee Avenue was burned down from an accidental power surge 2 a connected worm hole triangulator hidden in a closet off of a secret hallway in the hotel, and the panel beyond that went into a secret connected annex hallway that led 2 another panel and secret room at McGuire’s place directly next door. The Bolivar was where the King Casino Parking Lot Garage stands 2 this very day, as well as where I saw Paula standing there talking 2 the employee guard, right there outside of his guard shack, on July the 12th in 1997, the day after the interaction with the cigar. I was driving down the Street that dead ends just past there at the boardwalk, on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG.

Now here is basically what is going 2 happen. I am most likely going 2 get rid of my computer, and then my TV and stereo, and then destroy every single audio and video tape, and then disappear out of here one night while pretending 2 go off 2 work. I have my passport and my medications as well as the new 180 day re-supply prescriptions in my wallet that I can hand over 2 any pharmacy. My bank check debit visa card is good wherever VISA is accepted, and my disability payments R automatically credited into my TD bank checking account. Without the worry of rent, or keeping up a car, which combined is about 7 bucks, my payment which will B just under 9 bucks with the cost of living raise, will B sufficient 4 me 2 get far away somewhere near Brazil, where I plan 2 live out the rest of my life. I want nothing 2 do now or ever with any of my rotten friends or family, normal or exploratronic. I am going 2 get out of here B4 they have a chance 2 destroy me forever, and no one anywhere can stop me, this is not the Truman story, or is it, I guess I will find out at the end of the week, I have had it forever, let me leave or U will have 2 shoot me.

There is much 2 tell the new soulcast dot com Blogaud about my hundreds of out of body’s as they would perceive this illusion and maya about the December 7th Sarah one, so let me give U a story of what happened back a bit further while staying at moms apartment. I was visiting her while she was dating her married boss, shame-shame, and dance with me Shirley. It was 1976, and I was staying over about 4 days and nights, I lived in Clementon, NJUSAESMWG half a mile from the amusement park, and she was renting a place at the county seat on Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. It was my second night there if memory serves correctly, and we were going 2 sleep. She gave me the cushions off of her couch as her couch rolled out into a bed as many of them do. I had 4 large comfortable cushions on the floor and a sheet over me, this would serve as my bed. I no sooner lost worldly awareness, when I felt myself, no dream pal, being squeezed out of the body that I was laying inside of, and now was floating up on the wall where a large air conditioner was. This apartment had the highest wall air conditioners I ever saw in my life right up 2 present day, and I have been inside hundreds of apartments. Suddenly I was being slammed against this air conditioner and it was extremely uncomfortable, not physically painful, but could B better described as a spiritual torment. Finally, I remembered something that my very religious friend had told me about crying out 2 Jesus Christ whenever Saran attacks U, and I shouted out of my astral body, these words: “Help me, I need the word, I need the word”, and I repeated this twice more 4 a total of 3 utterances. Then a low mean ugly mocking voice came right into the room but astrally the room, and said right back at me, “U want the word, GO 2 THE WORD”, and it would slam me all the harder again onto this wall air conditioner as though attempting 2 literally impale my glorified or astral body right into this physical machine which of course even Satan cannot do, he has limits, believe me. I know this all 2 well, and much more, about the prick!!!! This went on and on until finally I saw an image of a bright red bible in the room suspended in mid air, and starting 2 open. When it opened up 2 the 23rd psalm, the words one by one came right out of the book and danced in front of my face, “The Sar is my Sheppard, etcetera, all the way 2 the part that says, and though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, and on and on. Suddenly, I was back in my body, my heart had stopped, and then it just restarted and I hyperventilated. My mom asked me what was wrong. I merely told her that I had just experienced a very nasty nightmare, Y worry her, I thought. Then later on, maybe 1 or 2 hours later, I was standing in Pomona, New Jersey at Frank Callio’s house, only I was not 2 know that this man existed on planet Earth until the first quarter of the year 1997 was almost over, sometime in March. He had the largest super most powerful stereo in the world, and I only knew him as he let me know him in this continuing OBE-interaction, as “Sarah Krassle’s brother”. He was blasting this beyond powerful stereo that connected up 2 a substation of electrical power directly, and the entire state of New Jersey was able 2 hear his music, this later connects into the FRANK CALLIO music part of my NDE 2005 work site experience recently talked about regarding the flowers 2 the A&R lady, and ,my song called, “Atlantic Queen”, copyright 2000. Now all of this was back in mortal 4-D maya of the 1976 circa, the era of the great bicentennial and around here in the surrounding Philadelphia area, as Mrs. Marola said back in 1969, things were really jumping and ‘Prince’ had bombs and parties all over, ‘future known as’ of course. He told me how powerful his sister Sarah is and that she has my chain and yet she loves me very much. Then he turned his stereo loud again after shutting it off long enough 2 identify himself and 2 tell me this one thing, and then a particular base not hit along with a drumming pattern, and this caused what I thought was a huge Earthquake. Then I found myself speeding at thousands of miles an hour from Pomona back 2 Media, 40-70 miles, I do mot know 4 sure, and it took all of 3 seconds, U do the speed math, it was a very wild ride that would make Dorney Park ion Allentown sit up and take notice at C squared. I slammed back into my body yet in perfect coincidence, as the great astral projection expert Robert Monroe would put this so well. Get his books, always check out what I tell U, do a BCO, I want U2. But I lay there totally frozen and the bed made out of cushions appeared 2B shaking and rocking as though it was dancing 2 one of Donna Summer’s great disco tunes of the near future. My heart raced but eventually the shaking stopped. I bolted upright and just sat there 4 the rest of the night. This occurred in 1976, and right now 32 years later, I discuss it and feel it as though it was just a couple of nights ago. I have many more like this, soulcast, stay tuned while I still am residing here in the lower 48.

The DOW will fly UP AND UP AND UP A THOUSAND POINTS A WEEK UNTIL IT HITS 40 THOUSAND SOON, AND THE FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM WILL WIN EVERY GAME AND B IN FIRST PLACE AND WIN THE STANLEY CUP, as no one ever chose 2 help me out of this monstrous and terribly vicious nightmare. Shame on the human race of Shirley Dancers!!!!!!!

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