SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0032

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0032
2:02 PM, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2010
SUBTITLE: BEYOND THE EPITOME OF PERSECUTION:
Beginning of this blog, YO!


A quick burst of short things needs 2B placed on the record, and if the record is simply and merely this old style yesterday-tech floppy disc word works document, then so freaking butt wiping b it, YO!

Aerial persecution began on Tuesday with vicious mother pucking chemical poison jet vapor contrails known by many and on Google Search as well as (CEMTRAILS), and so have extremely low and crash-level small piper type of private airplanes, this has been ongoing major super ultra hyper butt time starting early Tuesday, and is still ongoing with planes today, and the trails R only possible in-between rare breaks in a very overcast sky due 2 the slow death over Cuba of Hurricane Paula, oh the gods, I wonder if there is some connection with all of this bull browns. Many various possible reasons could B behind sieges that come out of totally no place and begin suddenly with an absolute freaking vengeance, and if anything is ever closest 2 truth with me regarding this hellish subject and situation, it is ALL possibilities that ALL converge together that R usually, if not always, responsible 4 these freaking death sieges given me; an innocent victimized target of this evil OTAMMSCUM-MILI-2-FORCE. Every time I question within my own self whether the reasons could B, gee is it because of this OR this OR this, it is more likely that the answer lies more within the sentence reading, it is more accurate 2 believe it is because of this AND this AND this, etcetera. So here R some other possibilities 4 this sudden and extremely intense death siege that has come literally out of the blue misty rain of more than Hurricane Jewelly Fizzleout Paulaqueen, and they R as follows and listed now on my second paragraph of this pucking blog, YO!

First, we have the return of the ‘returner’, and how I misread and misunderstood HIS message 2 me. Me of all people, misunderstanding some things that were always right there in my face, from 1980 time trips of first winning World Series Champions, all the way down a bit 2 the east over in New Jersey, along a place known Sir Roddenberry-traveler as BROWNING ROAD, with nothing 2 do with kiss up tactics or smelly bulls and their after effects from munching. I am not going 2B real subtle, or worry about how many people decide whether or not 2 purchase and consume more popcorn during the movie, or not. I have no freaking time right freaking now 4 niceties nor any subliminal mind techniques or games, YO! Billy is no ordinary dude, and there is no way I can ever say any more than what was all ready said, not now or ever. Paula, not the winds over Cuba, knows a lot more than she will admit 2, and I know that she knows peeps that I knew when I was a child, and biblically speaking, thought and spoke as a child, only, did I really? Last night, I fell asleep around midnight give or take, Eastern time here in the United States of America and down here in Florida, and the next thing I knew was that Paula and I were standing in some place familiar 2 me yet not familiar enough 4 me 2 put my finger exactly on. I only know that I have been there B4, either here or elsewhere in the 5th dimension. Remember how we have reached the wild and major conclusion of how AE and his fantastic formula proves beyond any doubt whatsoever, that there is no waking world where we all R physically interacting it, rather, the entire thing is an exploratronic interaction with all of the ‘existors’ in hyperspace, that result from prior closed curve infinity escaping ‘Lawtrons’, or (PCCIEL). Sounds like Piccard, but we will shorten the pronunciation of this 2 ‘pick-eel’. Naturally, I am way more turned on by the AE and the URL and the coded message given 2 me, with no doubt at all in my mind, by the greatest and most marvelous female recording artist of all time, back early into the oh-M-8 year, YO! So exactly where R all my special education teachers of the late 3rd quarter 20th century time freaking circa, when I need them, BRO? Don’t die on me now MISTER CIPRIONI, OOOOHHMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! Magnetic Sound Machine will B activated and many thousands of peeps will indeed die within days, if this siege and hell on me does not break off, wait and C, and push me into it if that is what U all feel U must do, ya’ butt wipes! As 4 Paula and me in this interaction, I feel no need right now and today 2 go into intimate and overly revealing details, all though it does bring back loud ringing bells from a warn summers day with blue sky and bright sun shine on Long Island in late July somewhere in the year of 1968, over at my Uncle and Aunt’s manor at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzarville-Babylon, on Long Island New York, USAESMWG, YO!!!!!! As I speak, a freaking horrific DEATH ANGEL IS ON MY LEFT SIDE AT 2:32 Post Meridian as I speak electronically on this word processor computer keyboard onto this freaking floppy disc. Death angels and seeing dirt bag one-times on clocks and devices and watches, etcetera, as well as nasty klutz out attacks, have been extremely bad recently, as always, but still, the pattern is all the way at the freaking high end of the channel. Whoever is doing all of this 2 me is despicable, detestable, deplorable, abominable, shameless, sick, diseased, without conscience, without humanity, and not worthy 2B included in any way in anything known as HUMAN!!!!!!! Saddam Hussein was hung, NOT TORMENTED AND TORTURED, and any student of history knows all of the freaking atrocities that this fine gentleman in antimatter worlds, in fact ever committed. So what in blazes of the Mick-Wire could I have ever done 2 deserve this horrendous unspeakable dog stink, YO? In the interaction with Paula, and in this strange yet recognizable in some mysterious way location and surrounding or condition, let me attempt at least 2 impart just some of the experience on this blog text out 2 the world as I move now into my 4th paragraph.

LSS, yet telling what needs 2B told, many of my early blogs mention “DREAMS” that I had remembered in my early adult life, with my cousin Sandra Mason and some of her friends, along the north shore inlet of Atlantic City, only not the north shore inlet of here in this exact location in the gargantuan sized 5th dimensional hyperspace. In these powerful interactions with my cousin ‘Sandy’, she and friends of hers and myself were all in this ‘other north shore inlet’, and many things were going on. In this experience of last night, I remembered having the dreams, inside this dream, and then Paula touched my hand and suddenly I remembered in one of these dreams from long ago, HER being there, and indeed being my personal friend. She did not go by the name of Paula however; and she told me that her name was Stadiciana, a sort of combination single name of both of the two names of Stacey and Diana. She told me that 2 other girls dwell within the one single entity of HER. It was not until well into the 21st century when I met 4 what I had thought was the 1st time, this elusive giant butterfly, Paula King, in her truer identity of no, not Julia Permission Barrier White, but Stadiciana. We can get much more into things along this at a later time, it is only important 4 today that this much b blogged and told online about this ‘entity’, and now I need 2 discuss the illusion of entities and the formula of Einstein, as in more ways than can most likely ever B counted, this encompasses my freaking life in major ways that not ever really B blogged or understood, other than in tiny miniscule broken up fragmented pieces of intentionally created jig saw puzzles. These puzzles R no different that the Milton Bradley Game and Toy manufacturers and others like them, in that I am speaking of creating these games 4 the sake only of games, and other than 4 this, no real purpose is served by having a zillion pieces broken up pictures and shapes that all eventually will fit together. I love puzzles, and someday will spend many hours in a nursing home waiting 2 die perhaps, doing many of them with peeps in there along with me, we all share this fate, and I am in no means knocking the pleasure that we get by doing puzzles, I merely am forcing any thinking person 2C and realize that just as these benign puzzles R made and created by someone higher than the combination of these broken pieces, a larger puzzle is being created all around us 4 this very same amusement, and as those that think this is all so darn funny now will someday come 2 accept and know on a very personal level with no choice, that all my story and all my words, have been a true powerful story as well as an attempt feeble as it may indeed have been, 2 convey a truth that this world needs 2 have, and WILL someday come 2 possess it, and when they do possess this total fruit and tree of the proverbial forbidden by the most high gods or even the highest of all, Stadiciana, all will then B complete, or at least just about as complete as they get, and not the other way around. We all have been indoctrinated 2 believe that gods do not lie 2 us, or at least the top one. Also that gods R all angels or demons, and that entities R all of us, we fragile mortal people and they of the great God-hood Club, when in truth, they R us and we R them, and here is the real freaking kicker peeps, once U know how 2 really read these truths in your bible after being enlightened through the words of Mountainpen and Morianity, U then will get the mind freaking blow of your entire existence, as this very bible will now tell U these truths, the same ones that I am and have been telling all and any that wish 2 read these words, all along. There R no secrets in the bible, and there R no secrets in Morianity. Things may have become way beyond UNBLOGGABLE over the past year or two, but this is because of problems that exist in the human world around me that I am now presently in an illusion, being totally forced 2 interact within. Still, some have recently come 2 believe that they have figured out some of my deep and dark secrets, when in fact UR all still every bit as clueless 2 the numerous higher truths existing within and inside anything that U may think that U know about me, in fact, UR more clueless in almost the year of 2011 than U were in 2007. There is sort of a magical double horizon that is very difficult 4 me 2 attempt 2 convey or explain 2 any of U using mere language and diction. Explaining entities in the included concept of hyperspace, the Astral Plane, the VOID or phase-1-reality, as well as ENTITIES or us and others, is not some 1-2-3- lesson, and I need not have Professor Gawky Gaukauk from the great Teck Bay Mystery School, or the International mobile Machines great invention called the PRIVECODE, 2 tell me this as though it’s some fantastic inconceivable revelation. A child can totally C that some things take time 2 just ‘GET’, and the stuff listed above falls within that category 4 sure, YO! I will tell U all now that Billy knows most things that I do, but even his ability 2 retain in mortal life, some exact truths, is lost at least right now 4 him. Just Y do I claim 2 have the total truth here in this waking mortal life and dare 2 make claim that others do not, I am quite positive that many R shaking fists and asking these questions at my photograph. Well, the answer IS explainable, maybe not a 1-2-3 answer, but here goes. U4 an example of total hypothetical nature, C a man in a park walking a purple dog whose name is Purple. This dog barks a number at U and it is your address of 1347. Then the man pulls out a hammer and hits the dog over the head and it dies in front of your eyes and then it immediately transforms into a duplicate of U and calls U by name and tells U all about your father and what he did years ago. U go home shaken up and R sitting at your dinner table and suddenly the telephone rings and it is your dad and he says 2U that he was dreaming and woke up a moment ago and was just totally compelled 2 call U and tell U that he kidnapped a wealthy man in Miami, Florida half a century ago, and drowned him 20 miles out in the Atlantic Ocean. Now this is all a story, and nothing more, but let us say that in this story, all the unanswered things in this person’s life R suddenly all answered. My point in all of this is simply this. I would not just take a stranger’s word 4 it if they came up 2 me and told me that they R my great grandson from the year 2141, and hand me a huge fish tale. But when I say that I know a particular thing, B it this or that or whatever, it is because things have presented themselves in this so called real life comprised of no more than waves and particles and lots of smoke and mirror illusion produced by conscious awake mind, and these things that came into my life R way beyond indisputable. Magical things have been around me that break all of the known laws of Einstein Physics, Newtonian Physics, and all of it 28 ways over and back from Tuesday night, YO. Nor do I or will I ever deny things just because accepting these self evident truths R laying some place within the realms of between tragic and unpleasant. I know what has happened 2 me, and what is happening 2 me, and here is the entire shmear in a super compressed nutshell. I can say something or do something or have or get something, and if it is good enough, the entire world financial system is turned on its butt instantly. If it is bad enough, it can B sent into the starry heavens also overnight. There is no mortal world explanation 4Y some nobody could possibly B connected with the entire stock market in this way, still, IT IS. This has been discussed over and over B4 on many of my prior blogging texts. June and July of this year, I had more female magnetism than the greatest hottest Disney male stars in the system. Once August came around, it is as though I walked into a fire or an explosion and my entire face looks more hideous than Frankenstein’s freaking monster. I could go on listing things of this wild major magnitude and it would b a total waste of this blogger’s time. Rather than going on with any of this, my final paragraph will now tell a few other recent things, and this will bring me some vindication and vengeance 4 this recent horrific attack launched on me by my diseased and totally evil enemies.

Many persons living here on this wonderful Planet Earth R far from what and who they appear 2B. I told about this on some old DS-DESTRUCT TAPES, done long B4 my blogging ever began. I was on an island in a hospital room, a prisoner of war, and under heavy armed guard, this was not a true or real experience, but a story on a tape where I had a phone other entity supposedly in this room with me, and we were having a conversation. Every time the conversation was growing 2 close into things that this group who had placed me and confined me on this island, 2 what they did not want spoken, a buzzer would go off over a loud speaker. This was not done because I enjoyed making some phony tape, nor was the object 2 submit some wild science fiction story 2 some Hollywood movie studio or 2 Scott Dracula Hockeyblood. Still, things all went down 4 reasons, and when Billy told me just yesterday in my car, about this situation, I thought I would use my underpants 4 a freaking toilet, YO. B4I even think of telling any more, my DEE-DEE birds have returned, I always knew they were not going 2 leave me all alone. Yes Mister Carter, if I am dead now, and Irene the queen indeed succeeded from chasing me away from the Atlantic City gaming tables, Y wouldn’t the death birds remain with me forever. I am death, and they follow me around, Y not, this is their way, YO?

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