safe journal, chapter 0055

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0055
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE-AND-TIME FILE: 011411.065
Subtitle: Part 2 of “Mark M. & Steve P, Unlimited”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


It has never ever never ever never been this cunt lapping mother fucking bad. The aerial siege is off of the mother fucking scale, all week long, they have been mother fucking pummeling me without let up, it is absolutely, totally, and positively beyond relentmotherfuckingless, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Scylla appeared 2 me while I was taking an afternoon nap yesterday. Work is total mother fucking hell, it is hell on every mother fucking parameter, and I do not give a fucking shit eating bull screw in a nunnery squared Eckstein and Einstein, who cares, who believes, who thinks that I’m a mother fucking nutcase, and on and fucking on and mother fucking on we can fucking go, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! The planes R low and extremely loud, not crash level, but they need only super low attack when the planes R not super ass fucking pussy sucking noisy. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday were super nasty chemtrails in the sky, the worst fucking sky week in mother fucking ages, YO!!!!!!! Whether the DOCTOR MARTINO CALLIO LUTHER KING helliday mother fucking holiday, as always, is the culprit or not, I HAVE NO WAY 2 KNOW OR THUS TELL THIS BLOG 4 SURE , ONLY THAT ALL FUCKING HELL IS BREAKING LOOSE GOOSE NOOSE AROUND ME THIS MOTHER FUCKING WEEK, AND I KNOW THAT THE DOW JONES MARKETS MUST B TOTALLY FLYING HIGHER THAN THE TRAILS AND THE PLANES AND FUCKING B OVER 12K BY NOW, AND I KNOW THAT THE MOTHER FUCKING PHILADELPHIA HICKEY/HOCKEY FLYERS SCUM HOLE DIRT BALLS MUST B WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, THIS ALWAYS FOLLOWS WITHOUT MOTHER FUCKING FAIL EVERY MOTHERFUCKING TIME THAT MY EAGLES FOOTBALL TEAM GETS WIPED FUCKING OUT AS THEY DID RIGHT B4 ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT STARTED, BACK LAST FUCKING ASS SUNDAY, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 fantastic fucking websites 2 look up the topic of these chemtrails and the shit behind all of this, and there R millions more I’ll bet, would B as fucking follows: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembusters.com/. If U in the future R interested in any of this horrific shit and R scanning back using Distance Delay Cosmanet, (DDC), visit my site in 2007 called, www.morianity-foundation.com/. This site is long gone, wiped out by powerful STM controlling Astral-Plane families, owned and operated by the mighty awesome and hyper fucking deadly and dangerous MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. (SPACE-TIME-MIND-----STM).

Maybe some fucking MILITUFORCE/OTAMMITE/MILLIONTH-COUNCIL dirt bag shit eating prick licker out here in this realm of ‘reality’ did not appreciate my blog chapter of Safe-Journal, number 0054 at the part where I told the huge NASA SATELLITE WEAPON used experimentally against chosen targets driving their automobiles, and violating their fucking CIVIL ASS RIGHTS, YO!!!!!!!! Well, another huge ass secret will follow on this blog chapter number 0055 today as a result of a week of continuing and unrelenting mother fucking quintessential death siege by these monster mother incestralites!!!!!!!!!

U all know about the Mason Lodge, David Roth, my family lineage via the HUNTINGTON line of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts, but U only have been told a small bit of shit in the oh-MAROLA-nine year about a powerful fucking ass hunting trip that Arthur Huntington took with somebody, and even if I tell the entire thing that I managed 2 come 2 find out B4I left New Jersey 4 fucking sunny scummy Florida, there still is the powerful connection that verifies that THAT FAMILY, is the reason that the FBI hassled my poor mom at her office at Lavino Shipping Company, now the mighty Fortune-500 Inchcape of England, back in the early nineteen mother fucking sixties, and how the next generation of my dad, ME, was then targeted by all of these slimy ass monsters, a tactic not at all new any super hush-hush covert secret black file government agencies, and not by any means is the UNITED STATES of AMERICA being the only global super power that is employing these horrendous and viciously evil tactics and procedures, YO!!!! I have no time 2 get into specifics, and should I have the time and do this, I would most likely not even complete the drive home after leaving this mother fucking ass library, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS 2 ME AND I AM FUCKING FOUND MURDERED OR DEAD IN ANY WAY, IT WAS NO FUCKING ACCIDENT, THESE DIRT BAGS ALL CONSPIRED 2 FUCKING KILL ME, Y WOULD I LIE AND MAKE UP SUCH A HEINOUS FUCKING TALE IF IT WERE NOT THE TOTAL FUCKING TRUTH? THINK ABOUT THIS CAREFULLY B4 ANY OF FUCKING U JUST DIMISS THIS AS THE TOTAL RAVINGS OF A LUNATIC CRAZED MADMAN, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, WHOEVER IS DOING ME FUCKING IN, U KNOW WHAT 2 DO, AND THIS IS A COMMANDMENT UNDER ALL ORDERS, GENERAL AND SPECIAL. This is a punishment sequencing system employing an I-2-D, A/B TONE, phasing system, and U now must transfer the exact equalization of the old style telephone tones used in the early-middle nine-teen-eighties when U were constructed and initially used by me, into this keyboard and other electronic computer and internet series of attached new realities. GO 2 G-901, and STOP. All enemies and all their loved ones will B eventually annihilated and totally wiped out, crushed and destroyed, and this breaks no laws of this area and country and time period. 200 years ahead, it would as this teck is all known about there, and 200 years ago, it would B, “HANG THE DAMN WITCH”, well HA-HA fuckers, it is always NOW HERE, sing it fucking Billy Harner, U always went around humming the rotten ass cock sucking song in your basement, do U think I have forgotten all this shit??????????

Secret #2 is a real ass biggie, YO Ziggy!!!!!!!! It is the power of a moving vehicle, if U know and understand some powerful shit about both physical atomic rates as well as lighter ASTRAL-PLANE ones. How can any of U out here dismiss the obvious millions of connections and dots, U all R on the level of meows and barks, thank the gods 4 one big bad wolf who opened up my eyes and made me really fucking ass remember shit over the past 30 or so fucking ass years, YO!!!!!!!!!! Vehicles R unlike homes, they take us places, they move us from point 2 point 2 point, and this has a physical reality of course, as we move in our daily and waking lives from home, 2 our jobs, 2 our errands, and so forth. But these vehicles do not stop the many motions that R made by them, on the higher lighter (atomically) Astral Realm. They keep right on moving ‘Astrally’, long after they appear 2 stop moving, ‘Physically’. So where do these many vehicles all go that is not perceived by mortal and awake human beings? I know some peeps want 2 ask and know all though they would laugh at me if we were in a crowd together, in order 2B more accepted. I will share a small bit of this shit publicly right here and now. Naturally, annoyers have come just at this time, and is just more proof 2 me and any really thinking person who has followed along in my MORIANITY 4 ‘5+ years’ of my blogging now, that I am now approaching more forbidden BLUEBOOK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just exactly what did this mighty WORLD AIR FORCE, decide 2 close the book on decades and decades ago after the UFO and alien scare ran its course? Well, as some R in fact aware of, it would not matter if it is really little green men from space or not, this is a totally meaningless and thereby quite powerfully awesome truth. The shit with Albert Einstein did a lot more than allow the Americans 2 defeat Germany and Japan and go on 2 force the quick termination of World War Two back in the middle nineteen-forties, just shy of the start of all of the this shit in the 20th century, all though there were indeed past ‘sighting’ and phenomenon reports. 99.99 or more percent of this world believes a huge lie. They think most good Sci-Fi stuff shown on television is based on made up words and made up ideas and just pure ‘funny-stuff’ and this could not B further from truth. In fact only a few simple things R preventing the average American right now 2 live like the Star Trek days, and in many cases they have surpassed it, as I cited so many times with the episode of the taped-music 4 the fake President Lincoln, where was digital? Still, all this shit being told and said, and in quickly moving on, Star Trek terminologies and especially in the TNG spin off later series, is merely showing what could B right now, if it were PERMITTED. Where is my “UNCLE” Heinz Gottwald, and his marvelous camera operating abilities from Babylon, New York, when I fucking need the fucking guy?????????? The book called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” that was written and copyrighted by me in the year of 1994 is merely an illustration and example of a powerful concept that few ever seem 2 dwell on 4 numerous reasons, one being sociological total control by global fortune 500 powers, and there R many more. Things can B quite different, if they were indeed, “PERMITTED” 2B. All this is just a touching on a topic that would require all day and night of me typing and nobody ever reading it all. Still, the part of all of this that is biggest and most dangerous 2 the controllers of all of us under their control, is that they learned the truth about STM, and decided it would not B wise 2 share it with the peon peeps of the planet. What else is mother fucking new ladies and gentlemen?? Do these wealthy powerful scum bags share anything with us??? Patterns R not the product or invention or concept of the mentally deluded. These very peeps that control our entire lives and destinies from ‘A’ right through ‘Z’, depend on patterns, they have more resources 2 analyze pattern-data than any of us, and do it on a continual and regular basis, YO!!!!!!! In a super compressed and condensed nutshell peeps, there is no way the universe could operate as it appears 2 do by us awake human beings, if the shit I tell U was not totally real. There is nothing out beyond this Earth because there is nothing out beyond the very center of our own core of being-ness. The Atom Bomb that was dropped in Japan 2 end the greatest war fought so far proves that nothing can really exist out beyond our own inside center of being. If it is one inch away, it is also one inch out into a so-called space and is in parallel reality, one inch back in time where it was projected out by our mind. Mind is no more than the reception of the 6th dimension, a received signal no different than any other signal that is received after it was first transmitted. The maximum expansion parallel is about 64 trillion light years, from us all the way back 2 us in any so called straight line that of course bends around and encircles by the force known as LAWTRONICS. BLUEBOOK CONTROLLERS knows that many things would alter if everyone was suddenly made aware of a very simple reality. Powerful attitudes and life styles, and everything that society is on local or larger all the way up 2 global scales, is all about living in the total everlasting unawareness 2 the truth. Eating the forbidden apple or fruit is part of all taught major religions, in one disguised way or another. Knowing this truth makes us gods or like the gods, yes, but what does this really mean? It means that (it frees us all from the fucking controllers), simple as that. This is a dangerous powerful truth that once upon a time the POPE WOULD QUITE LITERALLY HAVE MY HEAD 4 PRINTING. But now HE visits the back yard area of the home that THAT FAMILY kidnapped me into first back in late August of 2008, and is secretly yearning 2 know what all of this really is about. Let me answer HIM a little by talking now briefly about my nap yesterday afternoon, and what Scylla said and did while I dropped away from this waking life 4 just a very short time, perhaps a quarter hour at the most.

Those with distance delay can go right 2 my 2007 website, most internet users exist at the present time and cannot do this as this site is defunked in the present time. In it, the truth is told, simply and openly, and now let me just say a tiny few words, and then wrap up this shit 4 the freaking day. I was in a long line of peeps and we all were wearing strange looking dark colored uniforms and hat very official looking hats on our heads. Scylla as well was in the same uniform. She was next 2 me in this line, only we all were sitting, not standing. If memory serves, we were sitting not on chairs but directly on the floor of a quite dark long rectangular shaped room of colorlessness. She stood up suddenly without reason or provocation and took her hat off and placed it at my feet. Then she said something about demanding me 2 tell the human world my exact memory that I currently have of the time after my trip into Manhattan on the night early in August of 1986, and reminded me that my song lyrics in my recently U-tube posted song called, “MI Apology Song”, in the final verse just shy of the repeating mod-jumped double chorus, where I said the words, “And all of this story just can never B told”. This is pretty much an exact quotation of what she spoke 2 me. Then I awoke, bang, and it was over, and the powerful reality of the experience or interaction was mind blowing. Let me try and obey my brown eyed teen queen 2 the very best of my ability, and then this blog is over. I remember coming home the night of the original meeting and then nothing. There is a powerful knowing that something was blocked out of my mind, this is what I thought originally anyway. I had a powerful recall of the entire thing, and the very next day sat down and just 4 the fun of it, wrote that silly song, “Real Good Girl”, and not 2 any of the wrestling fans of the Googling world. Still, I find it odd as piss that Robbie would come over and use my computer, Dawn-Marie’s nephew, and have such an intense interest in only one topic, “WRESTLING”, U go Governor Jess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just do not but into these kinds of coincidences, Scylla. Then about one week went by after this and I decided 2 take this newly written song along with several others written that summer, and make a compilation and send it all down 2 the US office of Copyrights. The entire thing was done in a single afternoon, and then I finally got around 2 mailing it off on the night of the 15th of August in 1986. In-between this date and the time this was recorded on my open reel tape recorder, a knock came at my door one afternoon and when I opened up the door, a large man, I mean a very large man, instantly grabbed me and sprayed into my face a bottle that looked quite similar 2 that of a plant spray bottle. 3 or 4 nights after this horrible home invasion 2 wipe out memories and violate every civil right in the book, blue, white, or any other color, Dave came over and we drove out 2 the Jersey Pine Barrens. When I got near home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, I stopped at a mail drop and put the package 2 the Copyright Office in the mail system. This is my best memory. The only record of all of it was all destroyed by THAT FAMILY, relatives of the same girl that I encountered crossing the New York City street that night, who on the Astral Plane, has the identity of Scylla. This on this realm actually translates in English words 2, “FIRST DAUGHTER”, a strange bizarre twist as on Earth in present life, she really in birth order, is a second daughter, only I am not free 2 add my 2 cents here or I’ll really get a visitation. As 4 the song, when I was writing it, I was in a strange mood. I had just won 300 dollars at some casino in Atlantic City the night B4, and was feeling real king-like and macho. It never was meant 2 hurt U in any way, my beautiful teen-queen, and I am so very sorry, U know that now. 4 the rest of the world, the song is available 2 hear, type in: www.utube.com/MiApologySong/ and just know that I am a terrible rotten singer and only had a few bucks 2 work with. Sky wanted it up by Christmas and I did my very best 2 get it up there, but again, a few days 2 late, good old Ernie Merker and gold fate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me go home and relax now, I will always B sorry 4 writing that ‘RGG’ song back in 1986 MC, please forgive me, if U ever decide 2 forgive me, U need 2 let me know that U have. Tanks!!

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