safe journal, chapter 0057

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0057
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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I am under death siege, in fact the worst death siege in my entire mother fucking cock sucking bastard pitiful fucked up life of roughly 56.2 years or 562 deci-annums. The real super shit fucking started Wednesday mother fucking ass night late just around 12 minutes past ten give or take a fucking stinking rotten minute. Loud low aerial assault as well as super fucking chemical jet vapor trailing is all over the mother fucking place like black on midnight, wet on water, and hot on lightning.

Now I can fucking bitch and fucking belly ache forever and nobody gives a shit or wants 2 hear a damn part of it and I know that quite fucking well. First, a reminder 2 whatever, whoever, and etcetera, this is really first and foremost MY SAFE JOURNAL, as that mighty and great family FROM FUCKING HELL, destroyed the journal that I had been religiously fucking keeping on cassette tape from early 1983 all the fucking way through late 2009, except 4 perhaps 40 or 50 days, THAT IS A SOLID MOTHER FUCKING 27 FUCKING YEARS PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this life journal of mine is now all totally gone and mother fucking wiped out, at their behest, and THESE DIRT BAGS DO INDEED OBTAIN AT ANY AND ALL COSTS, EXACTLY WHAT THEY GO AFTER, MAKE NO MOTHER FUCKING MISTAKE ABOUT THIS PEEPS. Call me a fucking ass liar and B the quintessential butt wipe fool, that’s all on U, BRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if U now think in any way or shape or form that this blog today is gonna B like other ones at least posted in the recent 2nd half of the “BLOGGING CAREER” of the ‘MOUNTAINPEN’, then fucking ass think again my fiends and my foes, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SIMPLY FUCKING PUT, IT WILL NOT B, SO B FUCKING BRACED 4 WILD ASS FUCKING SHIT, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So who R these “DIRT BAGS” I holler and shout so much about, and who is an enemy, my enemy, or 4 that matter, any fucking enemy? Simply put, it is anyone who brings U down more than they bring U fucking up, when all shit is considered, and all else is mother fucking dick eating said and fucking done, YO. If something or someone brings U more pain than they do pleasure, they or it, whichever the case may B, is your enemy, if the reverse applies, this is your friend. It is not fucking rocket science, and nobody needs the great GAWKY GAUKAUK or other rocker scientists 2B involved in this fucked up simple ass equation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I may indeed have very recently, totally cracked the case and the mystery as 2Y shit is being done 2 me as it is, and has, as well as all of the precise answers 2Y it occurs the way it does, out of the blue at precise times, in precise ways, and in precise patterns; that no one could possibly ever B imagining no matter if all the peeps on the planet insist that they R all correct and that I am totally fucked up and totally ass wrong. Years ago in one of my numerous blogging fucking texts, I talked openly, frankly and honestly with no punches pulled or holds barred about a school teacher that I had back in the fucking year of fucking 1969, by the name of Misses Marola. This woman was indeed a part of the group, whether she actually was related out 2 6 or 7 cousins straight or through marriages, is irrelevant and unknown, as those that do the bidding of this wild powerful and totally fucking awesome family, R just as horrific and fucking monstrous as anyone directly in the family, YO, take me at my word here, they have some real fucking bully brutes and low life fucking bottom feeders employed by them, and this gets ultra fucking complex and would require entire fucking libraries of text information in order 2 properly describe in the necessary details, all of the proper and exactness of the full elaborations pertaining 2 all of this fucking horrendous nightmare story straight from the fires of hell 4000 miles below our fucking feet. Do U think this is funny Michelle and peeps from 1980? Well laugh on, and rock on if U want 2, I don’t give a hot smelly ass shit, as I will B in fucking South America B4 the fucking summertime, and totally fucking out of your fucking clutches mother fuckers. But B4I go on ranting and piss off the ‘Onyxites’ of this fucking sick diseased puny vulgar planet, let me first apologize 4 making an error in a datfile from 2 blogs back if my memory is properly serving me, I meant point 5 and then whatever, not zero, it was not around one in the fucking morning when I typed in my blog at the Fort Pierce, Florida public ass Library. Then let me explain 4 those that will never put enough dots into a neat sleuth created line from my 5+ years of internet blogging, what my subtitle implies from the recent works since late last year in the oh-ten year, dah-dah---dah-dah-dah, and Barbara Feldon not withstanding, sorry about that my lovely beauty queen. B4 moving this on further, I will explain something on a level that maybe a very few will B able 2 get, all depending on of course, whether their personal fucking lives R fucked up enough, as mine has been forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reality is all running backwards, and going against the popular opinion will always make any doer of this deed, correct, way more than fifty percent of the time. However, it will make U unpopular, and this is not with most persons, anywhere near an acceptable trade off, so they remain in the flow of mediocrity, acceptability, and asininity, and disbelief of many things that stare us all right in the face, and that a totally fucking blind person could C with 3 canes and a baseball size lump on their heads. Misses Marola and I had this debate when I was a young lad of about 14 and a quarter years old, right at this school in Haddonfield, New Jersey, that I attended. This was a special education school 4 many unordinary kids. We had the full range there, from the geniuses 2 the totally challenged, with both varying mental as well as physical challenges and obstacles 2B overcome. Senator White had a son who went here, and was my friend. Many peeps of wealth and power were behind this particular power structure, and the complexities involved R beyond freaking staggering. But then if U really want 2 go out on a limb, it was the high school that I attended 2 miles away from this place B4 my attendance at this school, that had some really interesting characters there, things that connect 2 the very core of my problems, and I doubt any of it was not all planned by the great Jewelly Nurocky White of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, out in infinity. But getting back 2 the discussion with this teacher, I was telling her that even if every person on the Earth was in disagreement with me, it does not positively nor definitively verify and prove that I am or that I must B, WRONG regarding a point of issue. She vehemently disagreed with me, and stood close 2 six feet tall and was stronger than Hercules. I was not going 2 continue fighting with her, as I knew I could get my body broken, this shit happened back in those days, and 4 those that R not old enough 2 know it, ask someone that U know personally who indeed is older, say between 50 and 80 years some place. I had the entire winning argument if only I was ‘permitted 2 win’ which of course I was not, as it, as so much indeed is, is all set up and on a very limited menu of permitted barriers and absolute constraints that R made in full cloth out of the most rigid and austere bullshit imaginable, but that is an argument 4 other times and yes, other blogs. Time was the other enemy that I was facing, as legally held state lotteries were still about 3 or 4 years away. Indeed, these lotteries would totally work 2 verify that I was totally correct and that Misses Marola was incorrect. She said that the one individual that was siding against everyone else must thereby in fact B the one that is wrong. Still, any lottery winner will insist that I was correct all along with my theories. The lottery winner is the one out of all the other incorrect number picking peeps, who was now in possession of the one WINNING TICKET, and he or she was then CORRECT, or picked the correct number, while all the other losing numbers were all INCORRECT, and this is exactly Y these persons in possession of these losing tickets, all lost that day. Sorry Misses Marola, nothing personal, just the facts mahm, right Joseph Friday, bum-bum-bum---bum-bum-bum-bum-bum21-21-21-21-21-21-21-21-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Letty and I must B careful there, walking across those casino floors, but then Leticia Tilley back in 1997 was not that many years off diapers. Don’t hurt me Paula!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me Regis Philbin sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I come from the year 1997”. This is what I told that prick and his buddy who stole my time box back in 1968. It all is on the blogs from 2006 and 2007. But the kicker cubed here is that I was about as mother fucking clueless at any of these times and years, 2 exactly how the cosmic game connects into that monstrous capitalism shit until last night around just shy of fucking 8 in the evening, is truly played, in all the details of operation. A man was mysteriously hired at a pipe making facility in Florence Township, New Jersey in the summer time of 1986, right around the very time that I was in New York City with my pal David Roth, 2C the music group known then as “NEW SHOES”. Steve told me word 4 word and I quote, “I never put in any application or called or anything, yet out of the blue one day they called my house and asked me if I would like 2 work there 4 them”. Steve told me that he was on vacation and decided 2B born as the human being named Steve Murray, but in a higher reality, he is really the god named Psyche Mayrathus. He lived on the ASTRAL PLANE on top of 30 mile high mountains beyond the Olympian Province, in another neighboring province, in a mansion the size of 5 Buckingham Palaces, and has a string of talking gigantic dogs as a guard force that patrol and keep all invaders out. I have been there, he is no liar. He also told me that the human being named Gene Roddenberry who was the key player along with Lucile Ball, in creating the greatest sci-fi show of all time, “Star Trek”, was an Olympian god also. Most peeps in the religious circles have alternate names 4 these gods of the Astral Plane, “demons” and “angels”. Really it all boils down 2 the old expression of 6 in one, half a dozen in the other; it is all the same coin that contains 2 sides. On the Astral Plane, the word that English letters would pronounce as ‘FAH-REN-KAY’ resembles the alien word Roddenberry created 4 the capitalist profiteers that look even uglier than the Klingon, if such shit is even humanly imaginable. Yes peeps, it seems that 3 shows on television have been, and R presently as well, telling and explaining many multiples of my life mysteries, providing answer by answer, all the shit that has been plaguing my hellish life all along. The trouble is that I never would have put this shit together, it was 2 much, and I am 2 deeply into the mother fucking woods, 2 really B able 2c the forest from the trees, and step back and properly analyze so much painful fucking bullshit. The names of these shows R, “The Mentalist”, “Star Trek”, and “Law and Order”. It is all being revealed 2 me, on a daily basis, step by step, inch by inch, Larry, Moe, and curly, and Niagara Falls all notwithstanding. Who else but THAT FAMILY, and one of its members, Ann King Silva, put me onto the great television show listed above, “The Mentalist”? I always knew or at least since what I refer 2 as my awakening or enlightenment process that basically took place during the period in years of 1990 and 2005, all though it seems that no end is ever in sight 2 this process and it appears that it will continue on relentlessly, that everything is really all a game. The movie called “Conspiracy Theory” mentions the one well known bet that really was wagered by powerful WOMO forces or the world owners, regarding the war in Vietnam. This is one very good example of the greater point I am trying 2 make as well as discuss on this blog chapter. Still, as 4 this game and talking openly about it, even I with all my awakened enlightenment, am always limited 2 the permission barriers that will B a factor in things no matter how much I might ever want 2 try and refuse this thought or accept its reality. The very idea that this all is no more than a fucking game would then go on 2 defeat itself if I could then state that while a forced player in this fucking game, I can ever own any ABSOLUTE CARDS. If this was a board game such as Monopoly or one where players draw cards in like manner, there simply R no printed cards that give a player, ANY ABSOLUTES, not ever, this is built right into the fucking game and becoming aware of the game’s reality and even this fact that there R barriers, still does not bring the knower of this fact one tiny bit closer than B4 this fact is totally known and accepted as indisputable irrefutable truth. Still, last night’s STAR TREK-TNG television show showed me how this miserable bunch of puke played an unthinkable game with me and others, and it all is no more than a game, and total bull shit. Get the fucking show, the title did not seem 2B aired or somehow I missed it last night. In Fort Pierce, Florida, this show aired at 7 PM on channel number 15, on the Comcast Cable system. Once U view it and put it into the truths and stories told on the Morianity project of my blogs since early May of the year 2008, after my 70 day departure from internet blogging, U will C the most monstrous thing that has ever been done 2 not only me, but McGuire’s own distant cousin, of course he despises that line of the family as does the entire line where McGuire comes from, but after UC this monstrous shit on last night’s fucking television fucking show, that sent me into 2 hours of crying like a fucking baby, U will C and understand. No, I do not imagine this entire game. I even figured out that it all is a game, but I never saw the monstrous evil shit that was perpetrated against me by this despicable and abominable and deplorable WOMO. These letters stand 4 the WORLD OWNERS of the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE OTAMMITES. Milituforce is the shortened word, and Otammites comes from the term that I made up in 1988, and copyrighted in the original EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, and sent 2 the Copyright Office in Washington 13 DC, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, the man who authored the book about my trans-dimensional home in egg Harbor City, with my wife Paula King, and my 2 wonderful daughters, Pee and Mi. Real funny Michelle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny-funny-funny-Sheila Franklin Boo-cow-ski!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Federal Communications Commission, and if U really were my pal from school and I think U were, bob McDowell, as how many names like yours moved 2 where UR in Indiana after U tape recorded me talking about the calendars that would B used in a location called the “Timeless-Satellite” someday if my plans had all worked out, PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME. These fucking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL WOMO SCUM R violating my civil rights every fucking day, fucking with my remote control video equipment, in violation of every fucking law on the books in the United States of America, against a free and legal naturally born citizen, not a convicted felon, and it seems, was never in any danger at all of ever being one. U GO GENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, not the Gene that almost had puppies on the night of 20 July back in freaking 1969. ‘Hi yourself’, misses Marola, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been under horrific fucking death attack, utility, property, air shit, physical attacks, the “TOOTHACHE MAJOR BUTTON” was pushed a week ago and it was hell 4 a few days, and then poof, gone. There is no ‘button’, it is just what I fucking refer 2 this bullshit persecution by, and in any case or with any wordage used, it is still a MAJOR FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION, ACLU, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U want fucking war with me U fucking diseased bastard ass hole jerk off scum bag clit lappers? Fine, I will tell some major fucking shit right here and now. When Trinidad Sat was working in Baltimore, Maryland around the early nineteen eighties, he worked with a girl there driving a school bus, as she also did, and her name was White. U should know about the major interaction or ‘dream’ U may call it that I had a number of months ago back in the OH-MAROLA-TEN year. But a quick diversion off on a new tangent if I may B GOTTWALD CAMERA PERMITTED, first, and then I will conclude what I am saying about Miss White and Sat Sam Trinidad. Mrs. Marola as U should all know, talked about years past 2000 and pronounced them the way they really were pronounced, unlike the way others thought that they would B, such as twenty-oh-three and so forth. Accept 4 the movie called “2001, A Space Odyssey”, all sci-fi future shows were scripted where the characters also pronounced years as twenty-oh-five, and so forth instead of the way it really happened in this time period, two-thousand-five. Watch “LAW and ORDER” the television show, the episode where the safe was broken into and one of the girls involved in a plot that dated back 2 the nineteen-sixties was named Susan forester. At the end of the show that was copyrighted in 1994, 6 full years B4 the 21st century came in, Dick Wolf and his omniscience-pals had ADA-Jack McCoy, played by Sam ‘not Sat’ Waterston, read his scrip and say the words and I quote, “She will B in jail until two thousand and three, maybe by then the sixties will B over”. This line ended the show. Makes us wonder a little, but then, U have not heard anything about my wall slammer Nick who has hated my living guts since his childhood. This bastard, game or no game, abducted me in my mother fucking sleep and took me with him 2 the city of Boston in the autumn of the year of 2008, took my monster ass tape recorder away from me shortly thereafter, and nearly chocked me 2 death in his bare hand after that at his magical fucking lake-house. In the nineties he took me back 2 my high school and fucked with me in 1968, stranded me and stole shit out of my Saturn car. The box powers the chain and the chain powers the box. U will find this sentence printed in blogs from 2006 on my Morianity project and many blogging post ups. What it came 2 mean I found out years later and last night is so simple it sucks and stinks at the same fucking time, YO. HE takes the box, SHE takes the chain, and leaves me 2 live through Lenny McKinnon all over again, another relative of the family from the male line going back 3 generations where 2 first cousins married up. I always knew there was some reason 4 that movie, with or without the lights, the booming sounds, or Trump’s heart attack when he saw Letty on the video equipment, the one man who knew 4 certain that it could really B, MC, as he knows how powerful all this shit really is. Gauky Gaukauk told me that 187 is the PCN 4 HIM, the words “TIME TRAVEL”, and the name of the mighty island, as well as HYPERSPACE, which is all part of shit, as U cannot travel in 1,2,3, or 4 dimensions without traveling also in the 5th one, or hyperspace. U do the fucking math Professor Bonepicker Mourninglight Fakedeath. Now back onto the other issue of Satrinidad Sam and Miss White. But first and B4 that, oh shall we not even try and forget the abduction where HE took me many years out into the future where the wild school bus was capable of making much wider turns than current day busses can do, in New York City and how HE saw me and spat upon the ground right next 2 me and said horrible shit 2 me. He blamed me 4 lots of shit, and here he finally gets his way after thousands and maybe even millions of years, what a fucking turd. He influenced me in a powerful ass dream-interaction that I never told about during my Haddonwood days, where HE told me that I needed 2 get myself fucking hypnotized at all costs, and from there this entire mess has been a one way ticket into hell fire. This led 2 10-SC-Avenue “COUSIN SARAH”, and neighbor on the street Robert McGuire, and from there, ALL HELL times 10 to the 50th exponent power broke mother fucking loose goose noose around me, and 2 this very day has not stopped one single second 2 look fucking back, YO!!!!!!! But back 2 Sat from Trinidad, 9 miles off of the coast of lovely Venezuela. The lady White and SAT were also driving school busses there in Baltimore, Maryland, USAESMWG. I was inside this wild interaction that I had no Earthly fucking way 2 know really happened decades ago with Sat and his coworker, Miss White. All that is missing here is if she is whiter than him, as Sarah was certainly darker than her friend in July of 1969. Jimmy Hoffa and maybe Lenny McKinnon, R both buried or have their human remains at least, locked up in a secret vault inside the Pittsburg Hotel on 10-SC Avenue. This is all Y McG got in my face that day late in 2006 and also destroyed my car and injured myself and Edward Lynch, and then made us forget it with the power of his ETOSS trunk device time box-boz, and I end up the biggest MARK of all, conned by the best cons of Niagara Falls and luscious beautiful women from the area, the one who knows this entire fucking thing is some dirty evil game that allows a distraction from the nightmare that we all simply exist, and nothing ever starts or stops and that time is pure fucking illusion. Then comes the powerful kicker punch that lands the fucking total ass knock out and wins the damn fight and sends me into a life long tailspin, as in the year of 1983, the first chokehold was put on me by that little dick kick prick not named rhyme. He was not the dude at the medical office in caser any butt wipe is remotely fucking interested. That glary eyed dude is Mariah’s 23rd grandfather, Vasco DaGama. THE GAME of Vasco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not 2 kick the hubcap off of anybody’s tricycle McCoy, but words R all rooted in the symbols of truth, and have their parallel equalizations numerically as well, as Gawky knows so well. In 1983, and this is all on very old blogs at the site known as www.blogger.com/drunkenhive/, I was put into chokehold number one around 10:30 PM on the fucking night of hellish June the 4th. Later on, I moved back 2 the very same apartment unit system called the Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees in New Jersey, USAESMWG, in late 1983, and also came down 2 Orlando, Florida 2 visit the Chief sound recording engineer of the famous RPL studios of Camden, New Jersey, and B4 making this visit, I invented the first chat room that was 15 years ahead of its time, quite primitive, and all with the somewhat reluctant cooperation of the AT&T Corporation, who like the IBM peeps, also love 2 rip off the RIP OFF TOWN song, but I don’t care, I’m fucking flattered 99 times, YO, they still dance at Mickey Dee, in my minds’ eye, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, when I get ready 4 some more counseling, ‘I KNOW’ that U will talk 2 me, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now during the height of all the bullshit in 1983, along with 657 blue colors, many copyrighted fucking songs in my name, and so much more, came the telephone talks with Mister Rambo, an employee of AT&T. Thanks 2 the shadows of Dawn-Marie King and family, the tapes of this R all lost and destroyed, at the behest of this all mighty family. Mister Rambo was a very nice agent of the phone company and helped me during times of major MILLIONTH-COUNCIL persecutions and games. Still, the movie that came out shortly thereafter was no coincidence. Also, Miss White who was Sat’s coworker in Baltimore had a 2nd job, working as a lab technician. She actually had 2 restrain the man that played RAMBO, just ask him if U doubt me, whoever is reading this shit in the government or the military or the secret fucking covert ass agencies, or the powerful 500 alien profiteers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She had 2 use unusual constraints that this lab had access 2 and actually gave the idea 2 him when the movie was made about a year later, give or take.

A few nights ago, sure enough, right B4 this fucking super siege struck me like a fucking bolt of hyper-dimensional plasma, I went 2 sleep and instantly found myself in 1980 and back again at apartment number 1802 at Robin Hill, and Paula King came over with my daughter Pee. What happened after that is not bloggable, not now, maybe later, whoever thought I would tell so much?

It is my sincere hope and wish that Jewelly will take an honest look at how she either got conned or started this distraction game in the first place. Telling me what U did in that auditorium last autumn makes no sense. If anything mysterious is ongoing here, it is not me who is generating it. I was a few days late and your lovely daughter is asking her higher self 4 one hell of a lot of that good old WHITE stuff. Wow, does it really get better than this Gene Rod?????????????????????????????????????

Not that far off when mankind is not so dangerous, he will learn how 2 create atomic velocity and chain react a field in a controlled way and even then, my PEE is light years ahead because she knows how 2 invent things that go along with the reality of Space-Time-Mind, instead of opposing it, as all things currently do. I admit that if misused, stopping one spin and developing unlimited velocity in uncontrolled ways could wipe half this galaxy out in a flash. Still, it all is just a game. We exist, and the very few who know this huge ass secret, know it.

As 4 the present time, my situation is simply and not at all pretty. I realize now through powerful hindsight in big picture viewing, that my enemies in the Millionth-Council and the WOMO or their Earthly equivalent and doppelganger counterparts, that I run in one direction through the 4th dimension, and they actually move in the opposite. The patterns of persecution verify beyond any doubt at all in my mind, that this is dangerously true and fucking totally awesome.

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