washcloths, chapter #4

Washcloths, Washburn’s, and Watson Clues
Chapter 4, DATFILE-WLST: 040210.527
Beginning Transmission:

Nothing is easy; in fact, nothing is fucking working at fucking all 4 me. My word processor machines at the library R both in use, this is a rare occasion, and allows me only a limited use with another one that is on a timer as well as a come until someone else wants it after an hour rule. Never in all my time until I used the WP system 2 do the previous blog, has this happened, good old fucking holidays, strike me like Diana, as usual, with precision fucking dependable clockwork accuracy. I am really here 2 report 2 basic things and then if the library has Saturday hours this holiday of misery, I can say perhaps a bit more and clarify or attempt to do this at least, if I can, and time is there to do it with. I hate these spell checkers, it limits my ability 2 use my text type of talking such as I can C4U if I am your guide dog, which I am not, only a regular old Dalmatian Dog. Still, I get lots of wavy lines, so may as well try and break the habit, or I could just let the lines stay there, and say screw it.

Continuing with prior blog as basically chapters 3 and 4 and 5 will B all a sort-of-merged, long blog about some new things examined in new lights, without any keys, or other nameless things that need not B said. After all, I do now use KEYS, in order 2 say these things, JIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pat Hollister, was my mom’s coworker, at the 3 Penn Center Plaza, across from its twin building the 2 PCP, as in some freaking time travelers knew long B4I even left school about the establishment of this late 20th century thing known as it developed on, as POLITICAL CORRECTNESS. So that real loyal MORIANS and serious someday-readers, of MORIANITY, do not think there R places where MORIANITY definitely appears 2 contradict, let me tell a bit more B4I then move things even further along. And B4I do this much, air siege was nasty yesterday, with 2 low loud plane passes, and lots of night noise on both the past 2 nights, and I know without a fucking doubt that there obviously were 2 FLYER’S HUCKEY GAMES played, PHILLY FIFTY-SEVEN, my age indeed when the mighty VIQUEEN humanly in one Doppelganger known as Julia White, TPB book, begins her famous Nostradamus CALENDAR #2. There was going 2B a meeting, by the company, headed then by a Captain Edwin Irving Potter, whom my mom later became extremely emotionally involved with, and quite soon after in fact, as he had told her in a sincere way that he was going 2 get a divorce from his wife. His wife and 2 giant coed daughter’s lived in Chicago, ILUSAESMWG, and making a LSS, he had been forced 2 come 2 Philadelphia, from Chicago, by the company, 4 company reasons, 2 head up the famous 2 the Philly area, Packer Avenue Marine Terminal, down on the Delaware River Waterfront. Later, this all was planned I came 2 learn, by time travelers, (ESM) or (ATOMIC POLAREVERSERS) it does not differ all that much which of these 2 methods were used, I can tell the world, THEY WERE IN FUCKING FACT IN DEED USED. That made all this happen, as was planned, by the WORLD LABS of 2296, and along with millions of other things that I will blow U away with today if indeed, time does permit me 2 do so, BRO!!!!!!! My dad ironically, had recently been, here where I am, at this time, the Florida Treasure Coast, working with 2 treasure salver men of name recognition even 2 this day, KIP WAGNER & MEL FISHER. This is all way 2 lengthy 2 get into 4 right now lads and lassies, and Labradors. This dreaming Dalmatian has no time 4 any of this today.

Now, Steve was a man who had a center-city-Philadelphia apartment, and also worked in this office along with my mom and Patricia Hollister, in a different department, and Pat and Steve were friends, perhaps just beyond the non-platonic level, but nothing hot and heavy as they say in today’s world. I had visited Steve’s crib, back then it would have been his ‘pad’, back when the Pointer Sisters were big on the music charts, and played a lot on the radio. They had a tune out at the time called, Fairytale, if memory serves, and Steve had a radio on and it was playing, while he was teaching me a chant, I remember this like it is going down live right this freaking second. This was the famous one that many of U know and or at least have heard, that goes, “Neo-ho-ren-gay-key-oh”. This dude was into paranormal things, unlike Pat, who later on developed some interest, as the story goes, after proved 2 her one night, that indeed, he had a real live ‘ghost’ in his apartment there in downtown Philadelphia, the ghost of Betsy Ross, the Flagler Flag maker, no friggin’ less!!!!!! She was all nuts over that and wanted 2 attempt the “S” word and talk 2 her, and even Steve got scared, and shortly B4 he and Pat helped mom and I move from Oaklyn 2 Lindenwold in March 1975, he also moved, completely out of Philly, 57 notwithstanding!!!!!!!!!! Are you still with me there, NS-ND????????????????? I love the way these fucking machines tell U that I can ignore their recommendations, and yet will not remove the colored wavy stupid lines. Well, with or without the mighty unknown inventor, Zvonko, or Nanosecond Nancy, helping me with all of the Sherlock probs, U can have all this fucking technological horse shit. I cannot say RU in that above sentence unless I wanna stare at long wavy lines underneath the entire sentence, FUCK U, or Fornication Upon Consent of the King YOU. Moving on, the boss, Potter, and another dude directly beneath him in company command chains, had Pat order from an instructional and efficiency expertise professional corporation of some kind, a bunch of things, so they could improve some company related matters, and yes, this was Y the tapes that were ordered originally came, and then later on, Pat had decided 2 order something from them 4 her 2 use personally, regarding child rearing and behavior –problem children, only she had marked the wrong box with an “X”, and instead, received what she then chucked into the trash can, later that day seen by my mom. From there, mom asked what it was all about, and thought that I’d B interested in some of the subjects, and then permitted me to order up to two cassette tapes from them. I did. These were, the Fascitar and Projecting the Astral Body. Mom needless 2 say was very disappointed. She thought I’d order some sensible things more educationally related, that were all part of this menu of tapes they were selling. As I said, this altered my life forever, but then, this was all planned 50 million years ago, by a gorgeous Vi-queen, and First Lieutenant in the VIQUEEN-GANG, as she is known on the Astral Plane, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and is referred 2 as Mini-Great-Julie. All VQ’s R referred 2 as (mini-great), B4 their name, and all have a different name, there R no 2 Sue’s or Ann’s, U get the picture. The leader of them, this group of ANGELS, and lovely teen girl giants, is none other than the “GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE” Herself.

Let me try and do an easy re-explanation now of something that appears consistently on my blogs and in Morianity in general. All there really is, is the VOID. The void is a collective of humanity, and everything that once was more than this, only it all existed, inside of a previously-existing closed curve infinity, sort of a looping chain out beyond the 7th dimension that governs how all things work; and is called the 7th-D, or simply, LAWTRONICS, by the World Labs, 250 years henceforth. U can all say, UR just a vivid dreamer, and none of this is “real”. Fine. Explain then all the things that this scenario cannot B used 2 explain things with, just do that, BRAH!!!! This stupid spell checker grammatical program is slowing down the progress of the story I need 2 relate 2 all of U, another planned ‘time’ thing, obviously. This void is all that there is and even really can B. All else that we believe 2B so tangible and real, both here in 5th dimensional hyperspace as well as astrally, is but a bunch of fabrics known as DREAMING. So all is viewed in reverse by mortal mankind, when really, there is just VOID, existence without interaction or (EWI), Huh Mister Mayor of NYNY, as well as all Jessica’s and football rats and tats. Then there comes out and away from this, the worlds or really realms of the Astral Plane of existence, and then further dreamed down existences from there, resulting from not interacting continuously in ‘something’, and thus causing U2B ‘born’ so 2 speak, all through the hyperspace, or these individual universes and Earth planet’s within each of them, all vibrating on varying atomic and agreeing signatures, happy birthday Michael Dorn Data Flattered!!!!!!!!!

Both my mother and I were in danger of further physical world survival once the middle seventies rolled around. On top of that, when I so much as talk on blogs, or in any other way and by any other means, about these times, POW, it is the 70-mids all over again, in that all hell breaks loose 2 the point where my thoughts R suddenly on continuous suicide, how 2 do it, will it work, and so forth. Funny though, is it not, how some time back, Scylla told me in a powerful interaction, U would say in a very vivid dream; 2 indeed talk more on blogs about these times, U know, the seventies. My blogs were once just all about the 60 and 80 and 90 decades, not so much the magical 70’s, nor much really in this century other than the ever increasing complaints about the persecution and harassment I was receiving from the mighty MILITUFORCE, whom I later referred 2 in other ways and by numerous other names, long B4 ever even blogging 4 the first time, those powerful words, “THAT-FAMILY, from my Ventnor July of 1970 powerful dream-interaction. I was telling U all of the orders of things in linear time, on my prior chapter 3 of this WAWAWA BLOG.I mentioned the song called “SPIRIT PEACE”, written by me in 1975, and recorded that summer, first really in the spring on a cassette tape in a basement in a home owned by Albert Pileggi’s parents, in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and then my non bloggable in detail air travels, my usage of the Fascitar from those instructional tapes bought back late in 1974 somewhere, or whenever, and then I forgot totally, about my mom and her trip up 2 her cousin’s home on Long Island, in Babylon. This was the day, ND, that I was roughed up and terrorized in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, by the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, visit their website peeps, at www.acbp.com. The 2 mascot lifeguards did not do this 4 no reason, nor did I give these 2 mother fucking punks any reason 2 do this 2 me, BRR!!!!! But this again, was all part of things that Julia Guatamayan White had planned 4 me from fifty million years ago. WHERE IS NANCY DREW when I need her at the speed of light cubed? I intend 2 print my mom’s full story that she wrote after being released from the Riddle Hospital of Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG, very soon, I brought that along with my treasure charts, and some other necessaries, with me here from Hicksville-USA, down here 2 Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. It will B printed 4 the entire world, she needs vindication. She never tried 2 commit suicide, instead, I know fully and totally know and realize that this was the first major attempt on her life, later on in late 1997, the day following Christmas Day, she was murdered, and lingered slowly in unknown agony, until her actual death was eventually finalized on March 4th, in 2000, Misses Marola Traveler. I have had peeps try and murder me so many times it is no longer countable. I am a bit harder 2 fucking kill, Julie Guatamaya.

The last few days since posting my prior blog have been total mother pucking dog sticking hell 4 me, everything has struck me and gone horribly and insanely wrong. The main thing is my car. I had been under the assumption that Chrysler Financial Corp and I had worked out a deal that we both could live with, as U know, my financial hardship is off the scales since I ran away in order 2 save my life, from Dawn Marie King back in Middle December of 2009. I could have remained there and been massacred by that wicked evil monster and bankrupted by her every bit as fast or else get out of there, and hope 4 the best. I was told that 2 loan payments would B put on the rear end of my car loan and I would pay around a buck and a quarter in interest. Back last Wednesday, I got a monster bill and called CFC, and they had reneged and said it was my fault. I had been awaiting 4 a notice in the mail of how exactly much I was 2 pay on my interest extra payment 4 them 2 place my 2 payments owed them, on the rear end of the loan. Now they suddenly denied this and demand all except one. The interest is only half but the additional payment minus interest less difference, still comes 2 about a couple hundred smacks, so since I live right down 2 the penny, I can only pay half of my rent this much. Fortunately my landlady, unlike that witch Jenny Plageman, will most like begrudging except this, as she knows I am a good tenant and will make good when I get working again. It appears that anyway that they can fuck me, these capitalists, this is what they have been doing, ever since I’ve been knee high 2 a fucking large child. Let me tell U a quick few things that R very so way cool and fascinating, if U do not get a bang out of them, U need 2 purchase new cannons.

The Private Cosmicode Number or (PCN) of DECEMBER, TWO-THOUSAND-NINE is (550). So is the PCN of the sentence that reads, “MARK MOHR ESCAPES DAWN KING”. 550 plus 550 is 1100. Not only is this a compatibility, and indeed is YI chose this time and right dead set in the middle of the month or the heart of the equation, as well as other extenuating circumstances such as staying another day could lead 2 my murder by Dawn Marie King, the career criminal, just ask the Atlantic County, New Jersey, Criminal Justice System, and do not take my word 4 any of this, BRO, but additionally to the compatibility here, is the total of the PCNT, of 1100. The Roman Numerals of eleven-hundred, stand 4 none other than the mighty Astral Plane Authority, known as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, OR the (MC). Mary Carter Paints is a covert benign enough company, but fronts for the Central Intelligence Agency, it has a base right in Berlin, New Jersey, the area near both Atco, as well as where Elvis lived a mile or so 2 the west, after he no longer lived legally by the world’s reference point, and worked as a New Jersey State Police Dispatcher in the middle nineteen eighties. This is also where once the mighty Presswell Records was located, right off of ROUTE-30-White Horse Pike, and they indeed were a division of the great ATLANTIC RECORDS, a major music recording label. Finally, 1100 multiplied by 16 and then square rooted, gives fascinating BRANCHCODES, GAWNUMLY. Try it, and GOOGLE up GAWNUM, and C how U may also use this mighty tool of the mighty COLAMAN, the ever present All Mighty NEPTUNE-JUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS KRASSLE, Himself, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am merely opening up a tiny bit of powerful Pandora paraphernalia today, the next blogs will go right on lots more of this. I need 2 close with telling U not 2C HYPERSPACE and transdimensionalization as big scary unfathomable concepts, when really, it all is part of a system as natural as the air we breathe, and all of us taking it totally 4 granted in breathing it. 2 keep it super easy for right now, take the past 20 years, and all of the movies we all know and C, and enjoy watching. Now notice how the same basic characters appear, yet they seemingly R in totally different environments and scenes, totally independent of each other. Then pretend UR sitting on your comfy carpenters chair only not in 1980 nor in 1989, but right now, Copyright examiners, and all others reading these blogs, Morians, Lessians, and inbetweenians, and as U channel surf, or play movies on your DVD-VCR, whatever, this is about the very best method and way 4 me 2 explain looking at the 5th dimension 4 all of U right here and now, just by simply freaking doing this. There is no big bad wolf, and no Einstein blackboards, everything is really quite simple, right down 2 my vicious HUNTINGTON CURSE, that most of my Blogaudians know of and shudder at the sound of, as do I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The only complexity is that humans resist change, every bit as much as the AAU and Steve Prefontaine, back in the magical days we term the ‘seventies’. I am ashamed at the spellchecker’s non-recognition of this fantastic athlete. Anyway and quickly moving on here B4I must close out and get over 2 my 25th Street Friday weekly meeting, at the Fort Pierce Harvest Outreach, but quickly now back onto Archie’s pernt, without any KINGS, QUEENS, TRAPPING FIELDS, or BEACH-SAND-SWEEPING going on in 1983, imagine that, my fellow freaking Exploratron’s, I am the original rock chucker living in a very thinly constructed glass shelter. I resist change 2, I will not use cell phones, 2 me they R out of James Bond, and I just will not come 2 using them. I finally decided 2 take the furrier, CB, up on using computers, and I did use radios huh Lenny Millionth-Council-Kinnon????? Asking any of U2 re-learn what U have been taught since U have memory of your current Astral-Dream-Down as the U that UR now, is not feasible, and I am totally aware of this reality. None of UC what I do and know the simple truths in total form. Even the masters and the Varaigi Eckists, and all the Himalayan Guru’s, and Mason and Rosicrucian absolutes, the Pope Himself, none have a clue that the gods R simply bored 2 tears, and need 2 distract, with their endless games, and YI am the target of them here and now, is all pertaining 2 an upline simple truth and fact and reality, and all those who know about it think I have the QUINTESSENTIAL DULUSION OF GRANDEUR.

There is so much I need 2 tell. Where R the authorities and the peeps on my side if this mother pucking fight. That is all I wanna know today? I am sinking fast and hard, this is not the Titanic, this is the TITANIC fucking cubed, squared, and totally off the scale monstrous and despicable. If I sink, something goes with me lads and lassies, so remember that one, pweeeeeze, this is no bull, or as Kirk may say, NO DRILL, so a bit of advice, take me seriously here mister Yahoo, or U may not live 2 regret the Newtonian reactions, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Magnesonic, destroy all my enemies, or U will B destroyed, as U were thrown into the sea off of Hackney’s pier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Y were U, and who I&D’d me 2 do it, and there, huh Shannon D, and ND, and at precisely what NS????????????????????????????????? Was it really one fateful night in Manhattan that forever led 2 my downfall, only the MC knows, in all ways?????????????

Governor, I AM HERE, 1988, and 2010, ask the freaking Library of Congress, they’ll confirm it!!!!!

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