SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 147

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 147
DATFILE: 051411.988
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
BLOG SUBTITLE 4:
“KING WUSSBAG, KING PUPPET, AND KING NEBSHOE”

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I have heard many people say over the span of my life in present condition, that it is a strong truth to say the least, how the greatest people on the Earth as measured by mankind himself, believes the wildest tales, while the shoeshine bums scoff and laugh. This comes into its own with the mighty new Presidential Hopeful, Mister Fakehair. LSS, however you shake it all up, my early October blogs in 2008 would make some Missourians wonder just how I knew that the Philadelphia Phillies Baseball club would definitely be celebrating their World Series Victory in about four weeks time, with no hesitation or trepidations whatsoever in my belief of this future event. This is why the great and omnipotent Donald must have actually thought, as he came zooming from the sleepless city to the north, over to his other city of America's playgrounds, that I went too far, and brought the greatest voice ever, up to the future; and into his casino. The way he came tearing over, and still was too scared to land that loud chopper of his, for a seemingly endless period, after his security and other ops teams obviously e-mail attached him their just made video surveillance tapes from the floor of the Trump Plaza Casino, that day around two and a half years back. Don, do you really think I would risk a 260 pound mass to energy conversion, that would be more than sufficient to wipe out this, and most likely the nearby star systems around this one, old pal? Borrow some coffee from her and wake up, YO? If they somehow had ever met and touched, I could type in the word 'POW' with a vigintillion “W” letters and it would be a gross understatement of what would transpire, sir. Even 'THAT-BOY' would never do anything that wild or crazy, but the more I ponder on this, maybe you would make the greatest president of the nation after-all. Anyone willing to entertain and be nervous about the remote possibility of this happening, would probably have caught Mister 'OBL' a lot quicker than both the current and past presidents combined, so I will give you a capital 'A', as well as a capital P, the 'P', for paranoia, since as we all know, Mister Trump, it takes one to know one, YO. I would never go back to 1986 and bring MI as a teen, into your place. Still, you are one cool dude for even thinking that I would, YO. Go beat your buddy Tiger, he is falling down fast and I hear you have a good swing yourself, old dude.

MI, I got your message. I am in the middle of a move, and even though it is across town and not thousands of miles, no one is helping me do this, so give me until the end of the coming week. It will be around the same time your friends from South America called me on the other number 300 miles to the south. If you want it to be any other time, you can let me know, I know that now. But then brown eyes, what can't you do? I have come to learn that about you TQ. T-B hears and obeys his GODDESS.

Now that my 2 fave peeps are out of the way here, I can blog on and say a few powerful things today, and wrap up and crash shortly, as I am all worn out from packing lots of junk.

The world has a right to know ho to prove that all things talked about on the blogs of Mountainpen, are all correct and true and never are posted for purposes of misleading or down right prevaricating to anyone, at any time. No one is going to sift through tons and mountains of crap, not even if the author was Britney or Trump or Lindsey or Paris or Eminem, or any famous celeb. So here I am with more text and words, than the mighty and quite cool, Mister James Patterson, and hopefully in no near-in way, geologically, is he related to the wonderful and extremely mysterious 'person', going by the name of Donna Lalassas, of New Jersey, in 1990, after our encounter a decade earlier when her name matched yours, or perhaps somewhere written close to an even and equal totaling length of words, when all totaled up; but I am not so dumb as to expect, that peeps are going to archive all of my older blog writings, so tonight I will re-tell about the great FASCITAR, as well as remind the world of a powerful statement made and revealed by a Doctor Bruce Goldberg, whom also is a highly successful novelist and colleague of Mister Patterson; and this book being referenced here by me, is entitled, “Time Travelers From Our Future”, a must read, as it is done well, and contains many powerful truths that at the beginning of the so-called New Age a while back, were being seriously examined by even the heavier skeptics of the state of Missouri, as well as the town of Eureka, California. In any case, wherever we all reside, whatever we choose to read or not to read, what I will say now has been said except for this short additional addendum. There is no record now of the 'FASCITAR'. However, all one needs to do to prove this is not made up, is find out in the late sixties or the start of the seventies somewhere, at the US Copyright Office, just who indeed was the author of these words of secret and ancient wisdom, and then remember that Morianity merely tells about this and reminds anyone interested, that one more past of this great truth and secret needs to be applied, a secret for whatever the possible reasons, was omitted from any ODF the original texts, and a secret that without knowing it, wipes out the true total benefit of using this ability. 'HACK FUCKING ATTACK', both on this blog, as well as on my other blog before this one, chapter 146, the famous {ODF} bullshit. I said it was OMITTED FROM ANY (OF), AND NOT ANY (ODF)!!!!!!!!!! This fucking BUT attack of the after-library-days, is major on my mother fucking nerves, peeps, YO!!!!!! If I could line up whoever is doing this against my wall right now, I swear they would be tortured slowly to death, the way Bin Laden is being tortured right now, despite all this hocus pocus you see in the media. sheeeeeeeeeeit. The original teachings said the following things. Lay still on your bed in darkness and quiet, uninterrupted. Think about whatever would make you feel totally devinly blissful, and once in this state, without moving one muscle in your body, do the following exercise: Pick a place and a time that you wish to visit. While staying in that state of mental bliss, imagine that your spiritual doppelganger or (Astral Body) is oozing out of you like a tube of toothpaste if stepped on by a 400 pound person right at the bottom inch of it with the cap off. As your mind's eye perceives this, imagine going to the place you want to be, only not the you in the bed, but the ghost double of yourself. Pick out who you would see, and what might happen; and then replay this fantasy ten times, repeating it precisely, hence, you cannot make it some ultra complicated James Bond plot. Keep it short and sweet and simple. When this is all finished up,after roughly 10-40 minutes, depending on the length of your fantasy, you then go to stage two. This is where you literally silently command your Astral essence or body, to leave your physical body, and then you must choose a particular time; normally it is suggested to say one, two, or three hours. This is then repeated as a silent command, for six times. You must use the magic numbers here, why, I do not know; but you must use the ten times to play out the fantasy, and the six times after this where you command your Astral Body to leave you. Then when this is all accomplished, you merely roll over and go to sleep, and is is also imperative that you stop thinking about what you just did as much as is possible, and drift off into sleep. After you have tried this between 3-8 times, the average person will suddenly wake up in what is called a waking-freeze. You will be asleep and awake at the same time. Any neurologist will immediately understand why I say this. When you sleep, for your own protection, your voluntary muscular system shuts down, in order to prevent you from acting out your dreams by wildly flailing your arms, or jumping out 'ODF' bed all around, AND I SAID OUT '''''OF''''' FUCKING BED, HACKER JERK OFF. Get fucking lost and LET ME TELL THIS, YOU BASTARD ASS HOLES, AS PEEPS HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH, MOTHER FUCKERS!!! Aniwho, when you awaken in a freeze yup, you will be scared out of your mind as not only are you immobile, and seemingly helpless, but also you will begin to hear very loud whining and buzzing sounds, and as you remain in the bi-astral-condition, your fear grows to the point where all you can think about is getting out of it and just waking up normally. The faster you learn to ignore the mortal fear of this, the faster the real miracle can be experienced. This is where you forget the fear within you, and begin to powerfully will with all your might to be on the Astral Plane. My advice is to will yourself to be in the Capitol City, it is called Sahasra Dal Kanwal. After doing this for about what may seem to be a period in mortal time of 10-30 seconds locked in this waking-freeze, suddenly and instantly, you will just be where you willed yourself, and let me tell you all something, you will know it is NO DREAM. You are THERE. It is the most incredible thing in the world and beyond, and this is all I am going to speak about it on this blog. Should you want to do this, and end up there, you may ask the great 'Jehovah', or Sarah-Stacey Krassle, to let you remember this experience with extra intensity and clarity. Also, if you wish, will yourself to the Ricktown Manor, and come and visit with me there. It is where I live, with the Lightning goddess Diana Arteemis, quite far away from Sahasra Dal Kanwal. One thing I do insist on, for your own safety. Should you wish to come in to Ricktown Manor, you may explore the entire home, it is gigantic. Just do not enter into any of the closets in bedrooms that are in use, as it may be one of Diana's, and she is very funny about invaders or visitors, entering her closets. She probably gets this from her cousin Stacey. As long as you have a functioning Physical Plane body back here in the material world, you will never be able to remain too long on the astral Plane. There is no chance of not getting back in other words, for those of you who love this mortal life so much and cling to it like a bar of gold.

I tried to post this blog, and COMCAST CABLE is fucking with me Bob McDowell, FCC. They shut down my entire internet. I unplugged it and replugged it, and it seems to work now. Let me try and post fucking up, HELP ME BOB MCDOWELL, I HAVE THE RIGHT TO FREE FUCKING SPEECH, OLD SCHOOL CHUM, RIGHT??

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