WAWAWA-CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURN’S & WATSON CLUES
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CHAPTER ELEVEN---042010.555---BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:



This was the most awful Sunday and Monday yet, with my filth bag scum sucking evil noisy filthy new neighbors at my RV residence on highway US-1, here in Saint Lucie County and the White City section, of Fort Pierce, Florida, at the Manatee Park. Just add the letters ORI, put the M as the letter of both my Sir and Christian name does begin with, in front, and go with the pronunciation of the word, interesting huh, MORIANITY. Symbols R quite real, and very powerful. Those in denial of this, never really tried ‘living this powerful truth’, in their own lives, and with a very open mind in the beginning, as later on, U will not need 2B so open minded, it will become your natural thinking process. I cannot verify this yet, but totally believe that my nabes R indeed running a call girl service out of their RV. Some R obvious repeat customers, some R not, as they have both varying times that they leave and always come back about the time it takes 2 do the U know what, and allow a short round trip drive time, as they seem 2B keeping this basically local. I cannot go 2 the park office and accuse, as I am not proof positive, yet, but I intend 2 get the proof, and then file the complaint, and with the FP, FL, PD as well. I would not care, only they R very noisy, and I know this is another staged reenactment of my days at 1802 Robin Hill in the late spring time in 1982, with that filthy dirty scum bag slut friend of Debbie Harry’s, the Playboy Bunny, who Ron, the Camden County, New Jersey, Prosecutor 4 whatever reason, refused 2 investigate 4 me, yet was willing 2 check out so many other things 4 me, hmm, bizarre again. If every outlandish and totally unexplainable Earthly incident with me was in fact numbered, I would up in 6 figures now at age 55 years and 4.5 months. Many of U know about my mom and me faking out whoever was illegally through the FISA Court System, or whatever or whoever, else is in fact acting as the human counterpart of the Astral Plane group called the MILLIONTH COUINCIL that is behind and responsible 4 my life’s entire obliteration since birth, upon 2 occasions at this address Robin Hill, the first incident being at 1802 number regarding Jim Burr wanting the downstairs apartment 4 himself and then that very night, in comes that mafia Playboy Bunny, along with the one of the 2 maintenance men of the place, Dave, moving in, lamps on and stuff moved in as I returned from a 4-midnight shift, and B4 Jim could have made his move, using the word MOVE in both ways. Later on at apartment number 506, as in the LOC copyright infringement title that appears on all rental movies and movie tapes, DVD’s, Discs, in general, along with the other code section. I find symbolic-ness beyond fascinating and revealing. It cans B done intentionally as a coding, and as U know from me, it can B under the mind, or on a (sub-conscious) level. In any event, my situation with these rotten noisy nabes is as bad as the days of the Playboy Bunny, they go in and out at all hours, continuously, and if they drove a quiet vehicle, it would not B objectionable. It always has amazed me how peeps breaking the law R so brazen. U know, the stories that we all hear about the gun-runners that drive the famous I-95, in their illegal operations and speed and cause attention 2B drawn 2 them by the state police troopers. If I was breaking the law, I would B driving as perfectly as a Bruce Pennock Antimatter driver. We all knew that after the Moral Majority was stripped of most of its true American zeal and muscle, just about anyone alive in the United States is a liar, that claims that they do not basically obey the laws 4 the main reason of fear of being caught and punished, and not because of some righteous inner conscience of desiring 2 always do the correct thing. That, like so much else, is yesterday; and many days B4 that and it all went out with the lost tides of a vaporized ocean. It is just like these peeps that think nothing of using their cell phones in places where they know the rules R against doing this, and talking loudly away and disturbing patrons such as myself, trying 2 use the computer and hear myself think at this library.

I am back on a role 4 some nasty nightmares, and again using the art of ‘connective ness’, or SYMBOLISM, same thing, I’ve always noticed that certain unplesantries with me go together with extreme regularity, near always and constant, with very rare exceptions. Tall and giant girls go a lot with aerial persecution, motorbike riders R seen a lot normally along with SATURN vehicles, I drove a Saturn as U know from earlier blogs, in the middle nineteen-nineties, but was it a car, or an advanced type-3-exploratron, posing as one all along. Seems way out there right, U know, deserving of questions by peeps such as, “did U forget 2 take your meds today”? No, I did not. I know what I know, and I know what I say, on this cold lousy rotten snowy day, Casino Control commissioner, and United States Copyright Office of Halloween Day in the year 2007. I always knew on some deeper level of myself, as U all do likewise but refuse 2 believe such outlandishness, that my life needed 2 somehow B permanently recorded, and in a safe place and way. In 1988, I began burying makeshift home made time capsules, by rolling up Photostatted 8 and a half by 11 sheet notes about my basic problems, placing them un empty glass soda bottles, wrench tight, and planting 20-30 inches deep in the ground in remote spots all over the two thirds of the tri-state area, being NJ and PA. This was telling a brief story of my wild life and then was referring those finding these notes out in the future somewhere, 2 the United States Copyright Office. The original Epitome of Harassment, copyrighted in 1988, tells on these tapes, exactly this very true story, my bet is that at least 70-80 of these R all there 2 this day, perhaps some have become unearthed, and could even B causing the problem, Mister Scott, the Plexicore Engineer knows fully well about how hyperspace evental-time-warps such as this, indeed can B theoretically operating throughout the entire 5th dimension. Now, I do not try and bury notes, nor pass out 2 many tracts, leave that 2 the Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Witnesses that visited me at 10 this morning and woke me up. I just plug away on these internet blogs and with these little white computer keys.

No Donna, my whale songs were not 4U, it was not a signal from your pretty white boy whose mind, thanks 2U and that family and other friends of yours, is quite screwed and messed up. Your early nineties song was not a lie, one thing U never were or R Donna, is a prevaricator. I have always known U2B honest. U did not have 2 admit the demo thing in you’re A&E BIO and 4 this, I respect U. This gave Morianity a very large ‘foot-up’ in its long run play attempts at vindication and recognition, that indeed, I, Me, have been targeted by this powerful MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and it did not start in 1954, nor when my Aunt Barbara sang the song 16 or so years B4 that, that the Copyright Office of the UISA, LC, also has a cassette copy of, and right around the time my heart started going, at the CHINA STAR, imagine that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes my Morians, few there may B; I at least have fun and happiness with Lightning Goddess, Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, and just last night, enjoyed a wonderful time with her in a timeless groupings of interactions at the Peach Cove, not all that far away in a distance-less interaction, from Mount Pinkdune at the Teckwaters shores of the mighty and awesome Teck Bay, of the Astral Plane in Province Olympia. Purgatory, or any of the Astral Plane not part of either DOGTOWN, or the city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, has its good and bad moments, human refer 2 tiny remembered bits and pieces of this spirit life remembered during the waking day, as good dreams or nightmares. Many ask me 2 explain nonsensical dreams, and the answer is so darn simple that it is biting all of U smack in the nose. Hyperspace has local regions in reference 2 the area and individually vibrating atoms agreeing all together that make up U and your universe. Then there is the more wild and nutty and DISTANT other parts of the gargantuan and totally unfathomably sized HYPERSPACE. This is where wild monkeys R running around in the restaurant throwing pies at the waiters, and then U suddenly turn into your grandmother, and along these lines. These things all have totally real and quite fully rational explanations 4 them and all that could ever go on there, and remember as well, that UR remembering but a fragmented and miniscule percentage of the full actual interaction that U may have been experiencing as the recessant exploratron that U were, or as U may think of this as, “while U were dreaming”. The night B4 last, I was in a large Florida Casino named after my new Florida doctor, actually the entire city was. There is no such Florida City, or casino, in this part of hyperspace where I am now awake and typing this blog. Some may think of this backwards, most peeps do in fact think everything backwards, this is also Y the majority is always wrong, not only with the stock market, but with all things involving predictions of any kind, this is verifiable truth, so check it all out, B4U hurriedly rush a nasty comment over like the Umwell Club might do.

Let us just begin some of the topics I open up today, and then 4 the most part, these topics along with about a dozen or so from the last few months will get more carefully scrutinized and microscopically examined. Giant girls R appearing, and I am expecting all kinds of stuff, things 4 me R bad, and this is real time, and all though is seemingly out of order, needs 2 in fact B inserted now into this blog. I cannot get rid of this annoying African American cell phone gentleman either, sitting on the opposite side of me on his word processor machine, it starts in this way, first him and his annoying cell phone and loud talking in a so-called quiet area in a library, then a 6 foot 3 inch brunet beauty queen nearby looking at movie tapes, and from here, normally, things just continue 2 escalate, with no help from any walkways up into Mister Krassle’s mighty Krassleville Escloft, on the Olympian Province. So 4 right now, back then 2 some even new topics, and very soon I promise all of U, detailed and elaborated discussions regarding all the things I’ve indeed opened up in two thousand and Marola ten, AD. Let me start by saying that time capsules and using the Copyright Office was not some idea or frivolous action on my part, after gnawing on a group of ways 2 help or fix my life’s problems, and a light quick hasty decision then made and action thereby as a result taken with no regard 2 future consequences and interactions from my actions, or a Newtonian response. This rule breaking jerk off man is back on his cell phone, if I get up and complain, things will just B worsened 4 me, not now or today, but later on, I know this from nearly 55 and a half years now of life experience as the present time me that I am, MARK MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back again on my point now, as a child can C that when I get close 2 making real POWER-POINTS, “THEY” always interfere immediately or as quickly as they can, and in any way that they can that brings them the necessary minimum exposure 4 ever possibly being recognized as part of some huge PAUL STODDARD DARK SHADOWS MILLIONTH COUNCIL LAMBRIGGER LEVIATHAN CULT CONSPIRACY. First, Dawn King was the instrument used by this evil child killing cult, not that I am accusing mind U, her or any other single or particular member of her family all the way out 2 enough cousins that it would encompass the majority of the population of us all, still, closer in, I have told the world about the big bully Irishman McGuire, and how he has a proven track record of being a PROPERTY DAMAGER AND PROPERTY DESTROYER. How long RU Missourians and skeptics out here gonna remain total dip shit minded and not C the connections? This in my opinion is how my daughter first began becoming aware that I was blogging, and in the process, getting closer 2 remembering and figuring so much of my past out. How many peeps make the claim, publicly, as both she has done, and I do on the internet, about the antics of Robert McGuire, she has the good common sense not 2 use any names, that is the only difference. I can C peeps not knowing words like quintillion, decillion, vigintillion, and so forth, it is hard however 4 me 2C how peeps cannot connect some real powerful dots with the story of MORIANITY. Even spell checker does not recognize decillion, shameful. Vigintillion is not recognized either. Go order any good large college dictionary from the sixties, that is 3 inches thick, and all of these mathematical numbers will b in there, this is not some made up stuff, check it all out. Interesting however, that capitalized, Vigintillion, is 4 whatever reason, recognized, bet it has nothing 2 do with being the number one times ten (power-69).

Let me move this along now. I had a life journal on cassette tape, and thanks 2 a master plan with THAT-FAMILY-of 1970, it is forever gone now, but what is left of it all? Well, the internet is left, www.blogger.com/ is left, and so is GOOGLE ENGINE, and www.googlesearch.com/ and Google owns the BLOGGER website, and was the very first blogger’s site. If it goes, then lots of peeps will B forced 2 take MORIANITY and its claims, and yes, its accusations, quite a bit more seriously than they obviously presently do, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Now exploratron is a fancy way of saying that thought energy that was awake, is now asleep and somewhere else. Where is this somewhere else? Well it cannot B in your asleep body or else U would physically awaken, is that really such a complex and Einstein-deep concept 4U all 2C and grasp, is it really???? So since the dream labs have long ago proved 2 the world that we all have a cycling dreaming rhythm, that moves from deep quiet into rapid eye movement stages, first, this verifies that while a physical body is attached, the eyes under the lids appear 2B in fact part of some interaction in the mind and brain, not occurring in the waking world around them where they lay in a bed asleep and monitored with a hundred electrical connections and machines. We could get really into the heavy arguments; I need not 2 as far as making the points that I desire making today and in the near future as well. Y do the eyes follow the interacting subject in this ‘other dreaming place’, and yet the other muscle and nerve connections appear 2 disconnect? The doctors tell us that this is a built in mechanism of protection that keeps the ‘dreamer’ from acting out in body, what they R experiencing. So Y do the eyes follow the ‘dreaming”? This opens up some real Scylla removed hinges doors, 4 a still later topic and time, I will get back 2 this, I promise all of U. B4 we move along further, I need 2 say just a final few words on sub-conscious actions on my part when I came 2 know and realize that I was in some wild and serious trouble, and that I could in no way secure any help, not from parents, friends, family, government officials, and the list reads on like a who’s who of the high schools in America Dork Clubs. This is when I painstakingly arrived and concluded that it was only one door and one choice, and that this door needed 2B passed through, there was no door number 2 or 3 or any other “games” at all involved in my very real and totally true and bizarre nightmare. I then chose 2 walk through this single door number one, there just was no other choice 4 me. I began using the United States Copyright Office around the time I found myself being chocked 2 death by some invisible enemy, and that no doctor or hospital anywhere could, or ‘would perhaps, who knows’, help me 2 get better, and I was in agony, and very mother pucking frightened. Nothing is worse than slow exfixiation, other than possibly being burned, and this is a close toss up, as my condition did not totally kill, U remained in a conscious state of excruciating and unfathomable agony while peeps around U thought U were FAKING and making it all up 4 crissfuckingsake!!!!!!!!! Some will argue that my great-fish-sounds sent around, as Donna was the biggest of all in the think group that believed that I was sending magic signals, was done intentionally. It was all a parlor trick of the world of dreaming (exploratrons). I had no way of knowing that this would have some effect of making peeps think that this was some message or signal. It never was either. It was just that many of my tapes, or all really, were not store bought, but tapes I was able 2 get from where I worked as a tape duplicator, extras that were missing a minute of lead in or exit programs, and thereby were discarded in trash bins all over the recording studio, and the winder girls on the ‘KING’ WINDER machines began just keeping one trash bin 4 me and saving the entire night rejects 4 me. They all knew that I had put together a gigantic sound system after moving into 1802 Robin Hill, and had numerous machines that played open reel and cassette tapes. I was also given reject spools from the open reel projects. Since program was then recorded over by me, I would always B sure that if I made any open reel or cassette tape that was going 2B sent anywhere, that the program past where I had recorded, was all erased off. I was always in a hurry as most ‘20-something’ peeps R, and so I would use the fast erase trick. This was not a button, any more than any cats were ever injured or harmed in any studio during tape cuing. Still, we all called cuing, stepping on the cats tail, it is along these lines, never meant 2B taken seriously as some bad thing, or 4 that matter, as some deep dark strange mysterious signal meant 4 Donna Summer and or any of her peeps, or anyone else in the music industry 4 that freaking matter, and then they call me a PARANOID, YO!!!!!!!!!! There was no button, Admiral Kirk and Gene Roddenberry. There was just a dude who had a strange 3rd friend besides Jim Burr and Dave Roth. His name was Bruce “we’re all human and nobody’s perfect’ Pennock, from Barrington, New Jersey, back early into the 19-7D time circa. One of many things he showed me is that if U want 2 erase a tape quickly, just push the pause button down about half way with a small bit of finger pressure, and the tape, whether it B playing or recording, will go much faster, and U will have 10 minutes erased in 100 seconds or so. Now the bias system in the taping machines is not going up 2 match this speed, so reality is being recorded at this higher speed, and the normally inaudible biasing frequency is as well. So then when the tape is played back slowly at the normal program speed, the bias signal is going 2 much heard much lower, and even within the human audible range. The wow and flutter is way off, as this is not a perfect speed change, just holding a finger on a function key, and is there is quite an oscillation. This is Donna’s great mysterious signal, Gene Nimoy Prober. Still, it was meant 2B, one way or the other, 4 all of this 2 come 2 co-exist and B part of the Morianity Mountainpen history marker of my life, and especially the fantastic life of between age 31 and 32 years, the great 1986, when all of DOGTOWN broke loose forever around me, broken soda bottles buried under the sand cassle-Krassles or not, huh Lynn?????????????????? Another quickie here is my early 1982 song copyrighted, called “HA-HA-WHO?” This is a test, the opening lyrics go, in a non musical rap. Then I go onto say, that 4 the next nine-hundred trillion seconds, and so on and so forth. I also go on 2 clear my throat not once, but on more than one occasion directly following these statements. 14-16 months later, in Atco, New Jersey, I tried 2 clear my throat, and could not, and life 2 this very day is lived with this strange glandular condition that struck me like a bolt of lightning on the evening of around just shy of ten at night on June the 4th, in 1983. Take the number 900 trillion, and square root it and U almost arrive at the magic amount of maximum privecode numbers that U can arrive at from attempting 2-match compatibility equations on the GAWNUM. Hit the square root function again, and U get almost the number 81, then again, almost 9, and finally, almost 3. The magic is all locked up in this HA-HA-WHO song, only at the time in eighty-two, I had no clue, I did not even know that I was missing Diana yet, nor that some snotty little non-caucasian-midgit-kid named Webster was planning on making fun of my miseries and ripping me off and making money on top of it.

Then I need 2 open up a cool topic that has taken the fad out of the laundry room, all throughout the nineties and all throughout this mighty and wild crazy twenty-first century and third millennium!!!!!!! VAMPIRES: Everybody so it seems loves vampires. I sure don’t. Who the puck wants a neck bite? Who wants 2 live only at night and in such misery, and never die and escape such monstrousness? Yet it seems that everybody loves the VAMPIRE. Well, my song that was also 1986 copyrighted, and at the same time as the ‘REAL-GOOD-GIRL’ song was, was called “OCEANS SODOM”, all about the casinos, Donald Trump, and how this cheating dirty scowling bastard had turned my life of sunshine into an endless dark night of beyond sub-vampiric hell. It began with the lyrics, “The night the Castle broke me, how life has changed since then”, and so forth, well on the 29th of October 9in 1986, it sure did, and 2 this very day that miserable prick is laughing at me, and I hate his miserable wicked guts with an Italian-Irish hyper-time passion at C-CUBEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do any of U “DARK SHADOWS” fans remember how Doctor Julia Hoffman was so in love with Barnabas Collins, but of course because she was no beauty queen, never was able 2 gain his affections back in the way that she hoped 4? I never put the symbolism together until Florida, but wow, come on peeps, neck bites, vampires, the 1986 songs-both of them, the FLYERS HOCKEY team, where is the doubting Thomas logic in all of this disbelief? I would like 2 remove Missouri from the map sometimes. What does it take 2 convince peeps, that my life since I was born was all part of a game by a powerful Viqueen named MINI-GREAT-JULIE, the (WIFE) all though nobody in SDK actually marries as we do on Earth, of the dude who dreamed that he was David Roth, my pal from November 1985 until his demise and reawakening with his precious Jewelly, as she spells it on the Astral-Plane, in the 1st week of March in 2002.

I will say so much more about the Olympian Province, the great city of HEAVEN, called SAHASRA-DAL-KANWAL, on the Astral Plane, and is indeed the capitol city there, if U do not believe just me, join the religion called ECKANKAR, Google it up and join, do not take my word 4 puke juices, BRO!!!!!!!! While working at a jobsite called Roadway Trucking 4 the Assets Protection Company, in 2003, I died and had 2 huge interactions there. One was where I actually saw and viewed the precise location that had not been filmed yet in a Philadelphia Tourist Promotion, showing the high in the sky view of the top end of the City Hall Tower from an apartment, I was actually in that apartment, alone, and looking out at the very view in this television commercial that was not yet made. Things like this, along with my seeing 6 weeks ahead of time, the 2008 Philadelphia Phillies World Series champions, have no possible rational explanation outside of Morianity’s explanation of EXPLORATRONICS. If any gene-brain out here thinks they know so much like Mizz Umwell, fine, I salute U, that is, once U prove 2 me that U know and UI do not. U show me where UR so right and where I am so wrong. Poor Mizz Umwell, bet U never figured on becoming part of something that would B known about 50 million years from now, thanks 2 Jewelly Vamps. MC, please do not think I am poking fun at any of your family, but U must C the immense symbolic connective-ness with all of this. It just cannot all B coincidental, and Y not ask Jack McCoy of the Law & Order show if he agrees with me here. He and gorgeous Abbey R afforded the privilege of not believing in anywhere near this much coincidence stuff, so Y am I forever trapped along with Ralph and Sandy when U were but 13 years old, believing it all has 2B so purely coincidental here. Tell the LOC they R still crying the blues and impersonating the Q’s and the K’s.

Talk about hyperspace and endless possibilities and ongoing decisions that effect so much and so many of us continuously with each and every passing second in time, my mother wanted her older sister Barbara 2 find happiness in a marriage, but she was 2 mentally pucked up 2 hold a man, and all though she married twice, a man named Mister Powell, and a man named Mister Adams, and bore one son and aborted another child, the son born being my gay-cuzz Donald, she never found anything but misery, and was extremely emotionally and mentally ill, spending many years of her adult life inside psychiatric institutions, and one being the once famous Byberry in the suburban Philadelphia area. My mother, Grace Eastman Mason and her mother and my grand mother, Grace Isabelle Huntington, had a plan that if indeed my grandma’s molder daughter was able 2 marry and work her life out, they were planning 2 move 2 the nation’s capitol, U know Roman-600. Area 51 has many secrets or so says the many conspiracy theorists of the days and times, yet, Washington, District of Columbia has the secrets ratio beaten here by most likely thousands 2 one. I would B&B or borrow and bet 500 million dollars of much more than 2 broken knee caps mafia money, with total surety, that I am the only human entity alive in physical body form in the AD year of 2010, who knows exactly Y the World Trade Center, and the Pentagon Building, were the 2 locations bombed, on that great and endlessly historic date of Angela and Donna’s borrowed two dollar hairpiece at Central Park, up in the future, then, September the eleventh of 2001. The plane that the hero crew and passengers were on that went down in Pennsylvania, was heading 4 the 3rd part of the mission, Atlantic City, New Jersey, over 2 City Hall, on Tennessee Avenue. When I typed this in, an extremely weird thing happened, and I am not sure I wanna tell U what it was, not today.

I will bet U huge money also, that the FLYERS HOCKEY team played Sunday, and again on Monday night. I do not follow the Dow, or the Phillies and Flyers any more, if I am gonna B 1400 miles or more away from this demonic area up north, Y keep doing what this disease wants me 2 do?????? So far there have been 2 weird computer incidents since I began typing this blog on this word processor machine here at Fort Pierce Library near the Indian River at shortly past one this freaking afternoon. If U carefully study and examine any movie that contains the Twin Towers, and seems 2 go out of their way 2 make an establishing shot out of them, this is a history marker, and much more. As 4 my mom, and her never going back 2 school 4 some secretarial degree so she could go 2DC and earn much more money, this of course did happen all throughout other various parts of the vast and virtually limitless fifth dimension or hyperspace. It just did not happen here. But what did happen here? Let me B real blunt and maybe anger some guilty peeps. Here, I lived a strange life, but a tolerable life, right up and through a very magical date that I can draw a definite line in the sand of my life and say that all things B4 this date were in one life, and all things after this date were in another life, this in its own right lads and lassies, is a fantastic explanation, or one of so many explanations, 4 HYPERSPACE or transdimensionalization. Is a person able 2 move in the 5th dimension? We do it all the time. Is a person able 2 intentionally do it, and make changes? Only the few that know the huge secret of Robert McGuire. Whether this secret has a source that lies within magnetic or supernatural parameters, this is quite a philosophical item 2 ponder peeps. How anyone can study either topic, and not C that Jim Burr with all his wisdom, was able 2C far, but not over the curve, eludes my tiny little frail mental prowess. He just could not C, and neither could I, that KENT and the SOUP were really one and the same, all along. That old black and white show was done with such talent, and really makes my point so perfectly and completely. Whatever the MILLIONTH COUNCIL is all about and whatever there true power source really is, and blah bleee and blum, it is all irrelevant in so far as being so concerned with the deeper digging into those queries. McGuire is just as the endless looping chains that endlessly must continue interlocking. First there is the true fact of lawtronics. This states that all lines must bend as they start reaching longer and longer outward from the point of zero dimension, and continue onward. There is a ratio of the length as this line develops more and more mass or weight as it goes along, and is pre-programmed 2 bend down and all the around, forever forming a circle. All lines from this point of no dimension will do this lawtronically. Hence they will just do this, and quite automatically. Since any and every line going out from this point lacking dimension of any kind, anything that grows and expands will eventually become a hyper-sphere in shape, and closed up inside of its own limited infinity. Cosmic Brain or MIND of COSMOS is a system locked in above any and all space-time worlds that contain all of these dots of energy equivalent 2 cosmic numbers. Up-line and down-line multiverses R not a vertical line, humans insist on consciously viewing linear perceptions. It is really like the thoughts inside of all of out own brains right here in the world we all live in and take 4 granted. These thoughts move around, and that is really what the upline and downline is all about, the mind dimension containing all of the MOC ‘thought energies’, is the 6th dimension. Lawtronics is above and out beyond that loop of the chain in the 7th dimension. As 4Y the entire thing is doing what is doing, the answer is simple, because it is. This is not a child’s game in a sandbox, or me trying 2B a cute ass, this is the powerful simple truth, that beyond this, the real true answer is that there just is not any answer that lies beyond this fact.

This topic is old, and I promised more elucidations on the newer things that I have discussed since my journey down here 2 Florida in middle December of two thousand nine. Still, the 8th dimension is the incredible Y. That literally is the D-8. The Y of it all, Y do these 7th-D inter-looping systems exist and do what they do? This (Y) IS THE eighth dimension. Grasp this and U have indeed swallowed an Einstein meal today, I do not expect this from my Blogaudians, maybe a bit later on when I tell a lot more.

Here is just a little bit of shit that will piss off the evil empire and the parts of the Mary Carter Paint firm that wants 2 bruise and cruise me so much, Tommy. U can move thoughts in your mind, in ways U would never dare. I heard my daughter tell me things several weeks back, a month I guess now, and she told me that if I think along a certain track and do a certain thing, it will cause things 2 happen, and sure enough, I came 2 know with no doubt whatsoever within 10 hours, that she was being totally straight up front with me. When U know a few secrets about how 2 manipulate the 6th dimension, it only stands 2 reason, that any and all dimensions that result from this higher one, or that all dimensions number 1-line through 5-total of hyperspaces, will indeed have 2B effected as a result. So in order 2 operate intentionally in any serious way in the 3rd and 4th dimensions, U need 2B first operational in D-5. Now in taking this further and into the next consecutive level concept; in order 2 operate intentionally in any serious way in the 5th dimension or in HYPERSPACE, then again, we need move upwards by at least one closed curved infinity of a sort, or into the MENTAL-REALMS or the MOC (Mind of Cosmos). When I tell U more, U will shit yourself, but 4 now, I leave this here. There R things buried deep in your mind and my mind, while awake and conscious, I should know this better than most. Let me just show U one simple thing here and I want U all 2 arrive at your conclusions about this after U read these upcoming words.

Tom Reale had me as U all know, or should, on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in July of 170, the first 12 days, as well as the full final week of June of this year as well. Around 10 at night, he caught me exiting a jitney-bus, on Cornwall Avenue, heading by myself 2 the house where he had me staying in one fixed up room inside, the rest of it looked as though the Japanese had their revenge after the atomic bombs were dropped in the mid forties. LSS, he was one scared and up set dude. He acted quite irrationally with me. I had only been 2 the fireworks display over in the neighboring town of Atlantic City, right there where McGuire and Sarah, and Paula, and all of them were. He thought the world had just ended. This is because a year B4 this, Paula on the first Saturday of July, when I was down there just 4 the day by bus, at age 14 and a half, had been taken underneath the boardwalk by Paula King, and molested. He of all peeps knew that the entire clan, were child molesters and rapists, and I could go on and on. 2 much of this wild story is just so way unbloggable. He just got firework displays and years mixed up, that’s all, 1969 and 1970. Nothing happened in 1970, other than getting my lungs cut out over a series of 5 or so repeating dreams each night while in his house and by a group of peeps that identified themselves 2 me as only, “THAT FAMILY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, he had molested me twice, and the 11th of July being the time I remembered it clearer, he had some way of making me not sure that it really happened the first time 10 or so days earlier. This is Y the following night I was packed, and left, and boarded the public bus on the night of the 12th of July in 1970, and ran into Sarah’s GANG, sorry Ed Lynch, I call things as they R, lighter or darker, capeesh???? As U all know, things R real bad 4 me, and much of my story is way beyond unbloggable. I plan 2 go away 2 Iraq or someplace and work there 4 a very long time. Maybe around 50 years from now I will come back here and B able 2 tell my entire story, 4 right now, I am soon planning 2 depart the mighty non musical and fruit state of old sunny Florida. Things R horrible and getting worse on a daily pucking basis, and this family is the root cause of the entire thing, and I can do nothing about it, other than copy LOBO, and just wait out my time!!!!!!!! So Governor Arnie, I am here, and not drinking down any beer, at the Highview Cheer, so tell the tootfairie I said she needs 2 keep slimming those up-numbers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN TRANSMISSION: posted around 5-6 PM somewhere eastern savings time.