AGN-BLOG 9

“ANYTHING GOES NOW-BLOG 9”
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This even 4 me, will B an unusual blog 2 read. I am very unsure right now about many things, including whether or not I was murdered at my job a few weeks ago, shortly after threatening a kung fu move on a driver, not directly, but word got all around, ALL AROUND, in all 6 dimensions. Then I was not sure about numerous things that proceeded after this, beginning with a seemingly altered version of a cassette tape. I later said, it was a flip side that I never played, and must have somehow been playing because my auto reverse kicked in, or else, I left it running while doing something, and normally I never do this, and this would also cause this 2 happen, as the tape runs endlessly on a continuous loop. One thing the enemy hates is a continuous loop, and they broke into my trailer and busted lots of my equipment back around 2003 or so, under the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act, because I’d leave headphones connected 2 a telephone, and plugged into an endless looping tape 4 an entire weekend, playing things that caused things 2 happen in reality. Even the Radio Shack repair store said that the units were all and I quote him, “Traumatized”. Paula Uwich, the Glendora, New Jersey psychic and professional con-lady, who stole $9,200.00 from me at my most vulnerable time during my desperate search 2 locate the All Mighty Teenager back in 1997, while I was residing at 112 Harvard Avenue, in Somerdale, New Jersey, USAESMWG.

There R literally years of things that I need 2 say and blog, YEARS. Jim Burr told me back in the year of 1979, that with me, one week was like a year, in that if he did not hear from me during that week, the amount of stuff that happened in that seemingly short amount of time was totally surreal and unfathomable. Just because 30 years passed since his powerful statement of truth, it did not lessen the absolute reality of this, in fact if anything, it has progressed along at minimum, exponentially, and perhaps almost quantitatively. Strange is it not that Paula stole the exact amount of money from me back, that I took away from the Atlantic City gaming tables in 1986, eleven years previously, with my parallel event system applied 2 the game of roulette. Whether the 92 photocopied hundred dollar bills on the Magnesonic Transpower Block allowed me 2 make and keep this exact amount of net profit in 1986 was the reason, or whether it would have happened independently of this event, can never B known by those of us trapped in what I term four-dee-space. Hope nobody’s speakers got wrecked by the sound effects of the World War 2 jets, so sahwee. I used noise 2 create the sound, noise is not distortable, and I have 2 electrical plugs running the cassette machine that I put together, permitting one hell of an input 2 get recorded, also I hope I did not jam break your old style non liquid crystal volume unit meters. The reason I had a lot of power was because I experimented with inputting things at both infinitesimally slow speeds as well as gargantuan fast running speeds, so that hyperspace effects could B added 2 things, and I do not dare as of yet even touch this red hot and totally un-bloggable stuff.

Poor Ann is quite sick from the recent outbreak in AME’s, also known sir Prince, as ASTRAL MICROBIAL EXPLORATRONS, or dreaming tiny entities that attempt 2 gain a dreaming material world access 2 this Physical Plane, known also 2 many as the waking world. I barely have a scratchy throat and 4 maybe one day could not do my normal cat meows. U would totally believe that an alley cat is in your room if I make the sound, and no, mother never got her way in 1988, I just have a naturally dynamic range of vox. Poor Weecho, Bob and Drew. Oh well, we do need indeed, 2 keep a careful check on the pet population, all though personally, I’d rather C the planet totally over run with dogs and cats, and no people. U want me 2 lie or B straight up and tell how I feel?

Now let me get down 2 cases and tell YI brought up the parallel universe that I may have been retraced into a few Sunday night’s ago, when strange things began happening, and yes, even strange 4 me. Some of UR totally dying and salivating 2 know Y mother said what we she did. The CE’s know, they have tapes, the EW knows, they get their paws on everything, huh BEEGEE’s. We will tell it all ladies and gentlemen, me, myself, and I that is, all of it, the (Jan) and not Jane Nace, PBHE, sahwee, B4I do get down and dirty and into some of the real smelly and nasty trenches and dark skeletal closets of Apollo-Lucifer’s equivalents, let me just quickly tell U that the last few days have still not caused me a crash-and-burn on my roulette system, so where is the Huntington curse? Just today while Dawn and Ann visited the Berlin, New Jersey Martha Stuart Krassle Mart store 2 do a shopping lay-away 4 the upcoming Christmas season, I stayed in my car and played my roulette. It was not a nice easy quick game, but the job got done, and I was able 2 walk away from the hypothetical casino with 3 units. Hay 3 units 4 days weekly at black chip level or $100.00 level is twelve hundred dollars a week and if I say clear, the tax man might get ticked off Annie Dreamfields. I am not greedy, 12 hundred a week is nice money, the way I live, I could B king of Jeremiah the bullfrog’s whole darn world, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back 2 parallel universes inside of the great HYPERSPACE, and without any hacks or errors or nicknames. That was a stupid thing 2 type, now JOY 2 THE WORLD, is gonna go through my head the whole time I try and finish this blog. This is YI avoid listening 2 catchy tunes, I need my head totally clear and void of other 6th-Dimensional inference and transmission signals when I blog. As I type right now, it is 22 past 8, and a left side death-angel attack is happening, a passing on the left side, what’s wrong indeed Queen Mary, now will PROUD MARY join Jeremiah, these darn catchy tunes, oh well, I as guilty as charged as well your honor, I write catchy simple ditties myself. Now, hopefully, back 2 the pernt Arch. Kitty cat command was heavy today by the way, it always is when days and days of sky siege just won’t friggin’ quit, and even today, some planes early on were annoying in my immediate vifreakingcinity. The reason I am bringing up the parallel universes is because when U get retraced, U then R taken from the point where the retrace is done, and moved somewhere ahead of where U were B4U were done in. Any alteration through the 4th dimension is a duality of movement in the 5th dimension as well, as these 2 dimensions R inseparable, they work together like steel and concrete. Try building skyscrapers with only one of these 2, if U doubt the veracity of this. How many of U remember the Christmas season when I was followed and stalked on the way home from my job and after leaving the Hammonton Police who never stopped me even after I showed them drivers documents that had expired, from a universe that I obviously had just been killed in, and switched over, but the funny part is that the devil indeed is always in the details of things as I am sure U all have been told this long B4 ever reading Mountainpen or studying Morianity. I was killed and retraced not once, but twice, unless the van I saw heading straight 4 me on my final 2 mile drive home from the police station, was not the culprit that killed me, as this caused a second retrace, where receipts that were in my wallet, from the none other than the EGG HARBOR Incollingo’s Grocery Store from the prior week, were also altered as if by Vegas magic. I had bough cupcakes, and I do not like yellow cupcakes, if I am starving on a desert island, sure I’ll eat quite well on yellow cupcakes, but given the choice of civilized retail store existence, I only buy the chocolate ones, if they R not in the store, I do not buy them, it is simple as that, Mister John Chaingiver Henningsen, of COLOR-ME-RED-COLORADO. All my drivers documents had somehow expired, and I’d never allow that 2 happen, not in the state of New Jersey, and where I am personally ‘singled out’, Jenny McCarthy, and hated; and lots more than heavy watermelons get hurled at me, by then powers 2B all around me, 24/7/365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But now here R2 grocery store item receipts in my wallet that got retraced along with me, after the intentional head on crash by that oversized van, sending me here with receipts from a universe where I obviously do like or at least am willing 2 purchase yellow cupcakes. This is all on prior blogs, this entire incident is officially up there on the net 4 the whole darn world 2C someday. Oh well, most people would B like Lenny Briscoe here and say 2 me, “Color me impressed”. Well, at least we do not get sent all over creation trying 2 find ceramic shops called “Color Me MYE”. It would B a long and exhaustive search that would yield no results other than infinite frustration. Yes it seems that the wolves and the dogs have always known about me, and my past, long B4I was destined 2 even begin remembering it myself. But Y not, they R part of my family, the owners of the world, the ones who chooses everyone that is permitted 2 make it or fail. They also pick the lottery of who is 2 get handed down the Huntington Curse. After extensive Googling last night, I got a mind blow that is making me wonder if I have indeed been thrown far off course and beyond what I would perceive as ‘localized-hyperspace’. All ready, my television has different rear jacks than the one I purchased in the year of Gerard Haddonwood Styles, and I could go on and on with things and changes I have noticed. It seems there is no record now of the famous murder/suicide of Herbert Huntington, in Braintree, Massachusetts. My 7th grandfather, Samuel is still one of the Connecticut signers of the Declaration of independence, and left this world exactly 200 years B4I was suddenly possessed and obsessed with finding the Great Sarah Krassle from 1969, and wrote my song SARAH. U know it strikes me oddly, how powerful forces kept that song on the STUDIO PARK RECORDS project called the STUDIO PAREKERS, early in 1998, from getting played or known about in this area. It was number one on the Inde Country charts 4 one week in the summer of 1998, and a famous country music magazine whose name escapes and eludes me presently, shows this, yet it caused problems when the Vineland station here in New Jersey would play it. They started horrible rumors about the famous Cow-girl Sally Starr, they threatened the station, and other things happened that if I blog, they will cause me more grief and property damage. Do U wanna know what really makes me so angry right now that I am thinking thoughts totally not bloggable? It is that they did the same thing to the family that THEY originally chose 2 propagate the hugest hoax in the history of mankind. This was all planned 4 millions of years B4 they even assembled the pieces of Earth with their Cosmic erector sets. What I now know, TODAY, is way beyond-bloggable, and I did not know it all a week and a month ago. My filthy diseased family did all of this, and all this time, I accused TAWF, and all TAWF ever was, was the innocent planned ‘thing’, that was 2B used as a tool, and was in the hands of totally omnipotent puppeteers all along, the ultimate quintessential VEGAS ACTY, Mister Flint Lockner of Medical Center could not say it better if he had a trillion Star Trek shows behind him, or was it Spok who said it after he beamed the entire USS Enterprise down 2 his planet, and miniaturized it on a disk, “The ultimate test of power”. R power tests really all that fun, Doctor Lockner Copyright Office of 1983??????????????????????????????? Did I know all this back then? Yes. Not the way U think I did. First, there never was a back then. Second, there is always an eternal NOW. Thought memories R part of what makes up our past, but what about an old musty 100 year old building? Parlor tricks from an advanced part of us on the Astral Plane that is enjoying the Astral Late Show, or perhaps we R on Prime Time. Shortly after I began blogging more than 4 years back, South Park the TV show, copied my concepts and put on one great show, very entertaining. Can World War 2 also B erased? Was the Huntington murder erased, or am I just a poor Google searcher? I am in the process of having an investigation done, and B4 it is concluded, I cannot offer up any additional ideas here. All of the facts simply R not in yet. I grew up with a huge family secret, and now the secret is inside a bigger secret, and that is still inside a much larger one than that. Does this remind U all of anything? Does the eighties Weird Theory come 2 mind yet with any of my reader peeps here? My cousins love 2 do property damage and criminal mischief. Don’t feel bad MYE, they did it 2 your peeps and they were not blood until White interfered, and they R doing it 2 me still 40 years later up here, or is it later? “The Morning Light” lyrics state that, “1992 will B the end of time”, or the concept of a real past, and a real future; and the ushering in of truth, or the knowledge that all is really AN ETERNAL NOW, or “the starting of eternity” Did I go back in time 2 May of 1980 and send this in 2 the copyright Office 4 registration? Of course not, but the parlor trick works as though I indeed had. When JULIA WHITE the mighty TIMELESSATELLIAN GUATEMAYAN from fifty million years out into the expansion in positronic negative space points, interfered with humanity, things began 2 get screwed up in ways that I never will B able 2 successfully blog.

Will I keep attempting 2 tell the world the truth about what is real and happening? Sure I will, but is any chance of success out there? This of course is a totally problematical equation. Different steps in the working out of the numbers lead 2 different functions and different numbers becoming re-plugged in so 2 speak, or it is problematical, is a quicker way 2 say all that gibberish.

Well I am not going 2 call 911 just because it is 911, and soon it will B midnight on eleven-eleven, and I most likely will B cremated. Oh well, I’ll stink less this way, huh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye-Bye.

E/T.