SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 104

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 104
KING NEBNOOSHOO
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CH--104-032311.601-LENNY-CB, “YOU KNOW”
THE “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL” AND ME, causing,
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, and this is the
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“The skies are alive, with the sounds of Andrews. The hills are not here, they are out in SM. Still my soul is disturbed, by the signs of danger, and the Julies are strong, for a thousand long years.” The chorus is left up to your imaginations. Yes, the sky siege is coming back, the heat is horrible, it is going to be in the mother fucking high eighties and approaching the real nasty “N” word, at least by my standards, 'NINETIES', and in so many damn ass more ways than merely the Fahrenheit temperature, YO.

Lenny took me back to my high school again last night, and instead of stealing my car or stranding me there while he and his buddy went off laughing at me like a couple of rapping thugs, he told me that if I go up on the internet and tell that everything I ever wrote was a delusion and that I am now successfully medicated on sike medications, and retract everything based on my now being under successful psychological treatment and am back in 'reality', he will stop messing with my identity. Apollo is a fucking no good liar and I do not trust one thing he ever says, NOT ONE. He not only went back into time and made an altreration in a law where suddenly, it is hjust appearing on the books as always being there, only it was NOT, that once you were terminated from receiving disability benefits, you can never have your monthly income averaged if you are in a part time job work-while-disabled-program, such as my current one with the AARP, at the HARVEST 'place, here in fort Pierce', Florida, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. And the semi-quoted words were hacked on the word program and refuse to space outr evenly, if this appears not to be so on the blog site that you asre reading this on, it is their software program that redid it aso that it would work correctly on their websites. SO FUCKING FAR TODAY, I HAVE SOME MILD HEALTH ATTACKS, AND SOME MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, MAJOR FUCKING SKY SIEGE, PLANES AND CHEMTRAILS, as well as the report that SOME WHIRLEY BIRDS YESTERDAY WERE HEARD ARIOUND THE PLACE, WHEN THIS 2-DAY CHEMTRAIL SHIT RETURNED TO MY AREA, AS WELL. Three great things to check out on this subject and topic known recently as CHEMTRAILS subject, would be as follows: Then merely just begin to do some 'Google-Work', and reading and viewing, as “it is all right up there on 'Brendan Donner's' Mountainpen 'L&O' Hate-Page 'DJDS' NET”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WWW.UTUBE.COM/SKYWITNESS, www.chemtrail-central.com/, and finally, www.chembuster.com/. Then if you want to view the man who robbed my poor mom and me back in 1979, go to “voorhees township police department of lindenwold new jersey”, and view the fallen once mighty JOHN J. CROWLEY. He probably forced his own daughter, Sherri into his bed if I know anything about that cheating sick rotten deviant bastard prick. The Honorable Maryann Talbot awarded me a twenty-thousand dollar judgment, and he skipped town and moved to a place called, Bountiful, Utah, not that far away from my pal and his wife, Elder and Misses Hair, of the 'Mormon Church' of Jesus Christ {or my 61st grandfather's uncle}, of Latter Day Saints. These are the real and totally powerful gods of ancestry and genealogy, and helped me piece together this wild family that literally goes beyond the stars of the night skies.

Apollo went back in time and took me with him, and it lasted all night long here in this physical interaction, as I could not pull out of it or get to work on time at 9 AM. I awoke around ten or just after and clocked in to work at eleven. But try and understand that no one is really moving in some time machine or going anywhere. It is just easier for me to say it that way, or quicker to blog the words as these words, in reality, this is a falsehood, as all things are totally part of a gargantuan freaking illusion. This major and incredible miraculous illusion makes the truth that is known someday about 'SPACE-TIME-MIND', Wesley Crusher and Associates, is not that easy to grasp and not because it is rocket-science and unfathomably complex, but rather the extreme opposite. It is so powerfully and mind bogglingly simple, that the complicated mind of human beings while they tune into their conscious state of awareness, jumps over it as an automobile crushes living entities of insect and sub-insect size by the quintillion, every day as it roars around on the ground, and smashes into them through the air, without any awareness whatsoever of any of it ever happening; not to the drivers, the passengers, or the automobile itself. This is simply because these things remain endlessly totally unaware and unconscious to this reality, as it is smaller and too insignificant while we all go through our daily waking life and routines and affairs and errands. This is the precise reason that awake and conscious people do not perceive the truth that they are always in 3 condition-interactions. We all are in a void nothingness with awareness of it, or EWI (Existence-Without Interaction). While really there, we learn to dream out and away from it, sort of as if you possibly can view things in reverse so I can make the point here, if you are shut up in a dark and silent room for a year, your dream-life would grow much more vivid, and you would live in your dreams much more than you now ever think of doing, you are not sealed up so you agree to exist in your dream-away by conforming to its illusion. We always again seem to get back to the greatest science fiction writer of all time, IMHO, MISTER Gene Roddenberry, and his pilot show that led to all of the movies and television series shows beginning with the original STAR TREK. I speak of course, and all ST or GR fans know this, of “THE CAGE”, or “THE MENAGERIE”. The dream out and away from void is a direct transfer to a circuitry that controls the later forming energy patterns we call thoughts and all things that thoughts created bi-products of, feelings, memories, emotions, and what-have-you. Void is an eighth dimensional reality of zero dimensional nothingness that contain an entity or collective that indeed is totally aware of itself, and becomes all of us in many different forms and ways. The Holy Bible can never tell these details, it would fall on deaf ears, “BUT” I tend to tell them anyway. The ASTRAL OPLASNE is where things end up before again, a mighty dream-down occurs and various entities of single and multiple being-ness, begin to dream their existences in a tangible 5th dimensional system known as HYPERSPACE. This is the endless parallel universe, each one containing three spatial and one chronological dimension. To tell quickly what happens when Apollo or Scylla, “abduct and take me places”, as perhaps the UFO enthusiasts, might perceive this situation, especially if forced to place it in a box and describe it; would need be spoken in these type of words. Energy merges with energy on this astral plane or spiritual world or realm. This causes a literal parallel event of tangible or physical so-called-realities, down here in the 5th dimensional hyperspace. LSS, all I am saying right now on this particular blog of SJ-CH-104, is that life is nothing like we think it is, and if it were, the concept of time or manipulating things in it, would be totally not possible to ever do in any way, shape, or form. But in simple reality, a reality so powerful that my wonderful Paula King Junior figured out how to create an entirely new E-BAY system on the internet on a very nearby and localized coexisting parallel universe in hyperspace to the one we all live in right here, we can all do exactly this very thing, and it is as natural as breathing the air or moving through it while we stroll along every day. It is easier than standing up from a chair and underpinning to walk. This is the truth. Still, it could not be explained to anyone's real satisfaction because they insist on seeing reality in a way more complicated way than it really exists a; the void, where we all really and truly are all along, right Mayor Bloomberg of 2006 and EWI???? I am not making any deals with you Apollo, you hate me because SSJKI loves me in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and not you, and despite religious misinterpretations, our feud is endless, and we both know it. No deals. If you keep screwing with me and my identity, your humongous secret will be sent, in care of the club, and SHE will get it, the President will know his duty and get it to her, so BACK OFF MISTER ED NEXTGTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What happened this morning was incredible. You have no idea what he has been doing to me my MORIANS, him and his stupid ass jealousy. First the computer and taking it over, him and his pals. Then the new Social Security Disability Law that now appears to humankind as though it always was there, only I know this is total illusion, it was just done through STM and by HIM, the great Ninny McKannon, the tape-recorder-boy of 1980. Then he did something to make it seem that I did not live at my address, and again am living out in WAVE HEIGHTS, California, on 36th Avenue. JAPAN won't back this dude off, so if you know what's being said peeps and want this world to be spared a lot of grief and heartache, somebody get this dastardly mother fucking piece of work off my ass, pweeeeeeeeeze, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I called up the Post Office, and hopefully things are getting straightened out, but if it does not stop, KI will go to the cops and drop off a copy of my entire SAFE JOURNAL, and then head out to Wave Heights, California, and litigate as the Plaintiff, I've freaking had it with this horse shit, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, it is time for me to freaking try and relax, I am tired of all this endless hell and strife. It looks like the long river is more than just blue and wind has done way more than just sing her lovely 'STM' songs to me through these 3 long decades of human world time now, so would you agree with this, Congressman Robert Andrews of Oak Street, in New Jersey; or how about you, Miss Copyright Yellowsheet Ridofpaper????????

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