SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 165

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 166
10:05 PM TUESDAY NIGHT
JUNE 7TH, 2011
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THIS WEEK BEGINNING SUNDAY, HAS BEEN THE MOST HELLISH MOTHERFUCKING HORRIBLE TIME, IN MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE.

THINGS FOR ME ARE VERY FUCKING BAD AND DANGEROUS. I JUST LEFT A MESSAGE ASKING RYAN OVER AT AVALON, TO PLEASE TAKE MY TWO FUCKING GARBAGE MUSIC THINGS OFF OF U-TUBE, AND GET RID OF AND DELETE MY MOTHERFUCKING ACCOUNT.

WHEN I WAS AT MY BANK, THE ENTIRE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN. I GOT IN MY VEHICLE AND IT WAS JUST LIKE IN THAT OLD BLACK AND WHITE SUPERMAN SHOW WITH PROFESSOR PEPPEERWHINKLE AND HIS CIRCUS FLIP FLOP MACHINE, THE ENTIRE WORLD WENT UPSIDE DOWN AND CASME BACK AROUND, AND I THOUGHT I WAS HAVIBNG A MOTHERFUCKING HEAT STROKE, ONLY I WAS NOT. I TURNED THE MOTHERFUCKING KEY TO START MY CAR, AND ZIP, NOTHING, DEAD, NO CLICKS; NOTHING. THEN BY MAGIC, OR AS THOUGH SOME INVISIBLE ASS FUCKING FORCE WAS ACTUALLY MANUIPULATING AND GUIDING MY HAND, I TURNED THE KEY THE OPPOSITE WAY, AND THE CAR STARTED PERFECTLY. THERE IS NO CAR THAT STARTS BY TURNING THE KEY INWARD, YOYU TURN IT OUTWARD. WHEN I GOTGOING, I COULD NOT RISK NOT BEING WHERE I COULD GET HELP, SO I DROVE TO THE LOICAL FUCKING ADVANCE AUTO STORE AND SHUT OFF THE CAR. I TURNED THE KEY THE WRONG WAY AND THIS TIME IT DID WHAT ITY SHOULD HAVE DONE AT THE BANK, MERELY ACCESSING THE ACCESSORIES, RADIO CAME ON, AIR FAN, ETCETERA. I IMMEDIATELY SHUT IT OFF AND TURNED IT ON IN THE NORMAL WAY, BOOB, IT IS ALL BACK WORKING THE WAY IT SHOULD.

WHEN ANYONE DAYDREAMS ANYTHING AT ALL, WE ENTER INTO THE SAME ARENA OF THE NIGHT DREAMING, ONLY BEING AWAKE AS YOU ALL SEE IT, THERE IS MUCH MORE CONTROL OVER THINGS, NOT TOTAL, BUT LUCID AWARENESS TO THIS WAKING DREAM, AND AGAIN, I AM USING WORDS THAT RELATE AND FIT INTO THE NORMAL MORTAL WORLD AND ITS INHABITANTS OR 'PEEPS', ON THIS INTERNET. AS YOU DO THIS, I CAN PROVE TO ANY ONE OF YOU RIGHT NOW THAT ALL MY CLAIMS ARE TOTALLY REAL, SO LISTEN. BEGIN PLANNING ANYTHING SUCH AS A CONVERSATION WITH A BOSS, A LANDLORD, A FRIENSD, AN ENEMY, WHOEVER, IT DOESN'T MATTER JUST AS LONG AS IT IS A 'REAL PERSON', SOMEBODY WHO YOU KNOW AND DEAL WITH. LATER CHAPTERS CAN GET INTO NON-REAL OR JUST LET'S WAIT FOR LATER. NOW, IMAGINE SAYING ALL KINDS OF THINGS TO THIS PERSON THAT YOU BELIEVE WILL BE TOTALLY ADVANTAGEOUS TO YOU. THEN WHEN YOU ACTUALLY TRY AND DO THIS IN NON-MENTAL EXISTENCE OR REALER-LIFE, WATCH THE 6TH DIMENSION BEGIN TO TOY WITH YOU HUGE SUPER ASS TIME. YOU WILL SWEAR THAT THESE PEEPS SOMEHOW HAVE A BUG IN YOUR HOUSE OR YOUR MIND, AND SOMEHOW, UNFATHOMABLE AS IT SOUNDS, THEY SEEM TO HAVE KNOWN AND BE READY WITH A COUNTER STRIKE THAT KNOCKS YOUR PLANS OF WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY, RIGHT OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING WINDOW. ECKANKAR, A RELIGION BASED IN MINNEAPOLIS, MINNASOTA, USA, KNOWS TOTALLY ABOUT THIS PLACE OR REALM THAT THEIR RELIGION REFERS TO AS AND QUITE FITTINGLY SO, THE MENTAL PLANE. IT IS NOT A PHYSICAL PLACE IN ATOMIC SPACE-TIME, BUT IT DOES EXCIST IN A HIGHER DIMENSION OF SPACE-TIME-MIND. THIS IS THE 6TH DIMENSION. IF YOU HAVE ENEMIES IN THIS REALM, YOU ARE FINISHED. YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD MEAT AT LIGHT ROCK PAPER SICCORS GAMES EXPERTS RIPPOFFS EW SQUARED, CUBED, AND BEYOND. ANYONE FOLLOWING MY BLOGS WITH AN OUNCE OF GOOD-CONNECTION IN THE D-6, CAN SEE INSTANTLY, THAT DENY IT ALL YOU WISH, BUT THIS IS WHAT IS GOING OBN ALL AROUND ME, AND INDEED HAS BEEN ENDLESSLYM AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE, ENDLESSLY. IT NEVER STARTED, NATURALLY IT NEVER CAN STOP. UNLIKE ALL OF YOU, I AM AWARE OF HELL, YOU SIMPLY ARE NOT, IT IS JUST THAT REDJOHN PIPE-BEDROOM SIMPLE, JOHN CHAINS.

RYAN, TAKE MY GARBAGE DOWN FROM THE U-TUBE, AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN, OTHERWISE THESE FUCKING MONSTERS WILL KILL ME. I AM ALMOST DEAD NOW, AND WILL NOT SURVIVE MANY MORE MOTHERFUCKING DAYS, BRO.

ONE OF THE CLOCK THIS MORNING, ANOTHER FIRE ALARM STRUCK. I KNOW THIS IS ALL FUCKING BULL SHIT, JUST AS THE CAR, PARLOR TRICKS, DOLLHOUSES, AND RIGHTEOUS GODDESSES FROM THE HEAVENS, RIGHTEOUS, REALLY GOOD, SAME THING, ONLY THE TRANSLATION IN SPACE-TIME MIND MEANT ONE THING TO ME IN THE SUMMERTIME OF 1986, WHILE IT MEANS ANOTHER THING NOW A QWUARTER CENTURY MOTHERFUCKING LATER. ALL TRICKS, GAMES, ABND ENDLESS HELL, IT NEVER STOPS AS IT NEVER STARTED. SMOKE ON, ROGER EMMIT, WE BOTH HAVE EACH OTHERS V8'S AND MILLCO'S, RIGHT MY VERY OLD BUDDY?

YEAH, © OFFICE AND AT&T, ENTER MY PERSONAL COMPUTER, ALL READY ENTERED. ENTER MY POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, ALL READY ACCOMPLISHED BY OTAMM-WOMO. ENTER MY HENRY FONDA HOCKEY MOM THAT HAD ABOUT 3 YEARS TO PUT ME IN JAIL AND NEVER DID FOR WHAT I DID, HUH JASON CALI, IN WHATEVER FORM YOU ARE IN WHILE READING THIS, B----R----O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM NOT BUYING INTO ANY OF THIS, AND WILL BE COMMITTING SUICIDE OFFICIALLY, IN 24 HOURS, SO NO MORE ME ON THIS PLANET, YOU CAN ALL GO FUCKLING TORTURE SOME OTHER POOR FUCKING ASS SOUL, YO!!!

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