SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 172

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 172
KING NEBNOOSHOO
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THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
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BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I had my car repaired today. This damage was fucking cunt done to me yesterday just minutes after THE FUCKING CLOSING BELL ON CHEATED CROOKED MANIPULATEDM WALL STREET AT 4 PM. Thyis brought these diseased fucking twisted mother fucking scum bag enemies a major street profit through and via ICPE TECK of more than 61 points. Conversely, yesterday's fucking market Dow dropped into major three digit territory, as I was able to tell some powerful truths about my two mother fucking daughters, and their mother, somnambulism, injustices, persecution, unfair practices, and tons more. So if this was not all true and real, why then mother fucking ass hole world, does this follow, over and over. Endlessly and fucking relentlessly, for 25 mother fucking cunt lapping shit ass years now, beginning precisely on the 15th day of August in the year of 1986?

From now on, every time THEY damage my property, which is the major cause of them getting these huge DOW JONES GAINS and WINS, I will log it into my blogs, time, date, and not in DATFILE WORLD LAB methodology, but in lingo that all 21st century readers will know quite perfectly and well, YO. Then I'll make continuous mother fucking correlations to the shit they are fucking doing to me in total violation of my civil and constitutional and human rights, and how then directly following this bull fucking shit, the stock market moves higher. I will do this in a totally fucking unrelenting way, as this shit will not be mother fucking tolerated by me any further without my major retaliating in the only way that I know how to fucking do and that is pound and pummel this wickedness and fucking total ass evil with the best counterstrike of EXPOSURE, something brought to my fucking attention by my ex and late pal, MISTER David Charles Roth.

Yes, Wednesday was a strange day, as was Tuesday. Things happened in exactly the same way that they did back a while ago in the early spring time of end of winter somewhere thereabout, after I called Sheriff Monk's Office, out in fucking San Mateo, California, USAESMWG, and then half an hour later, I was CANONIZED, with an additional 14 value letter, and then just minutes following this, Ann King, mother of my kidnapper, Dawn-Marie, called me out of the blue after I had not heard from her since my escape that cold blizzard night back in fucking New Jersey, in the middle of December, in the year of 2009. This time, it was Eric and me talking at the Harvest, www.harvestfoodoutreach.com/ followed by retrieving a message from Paul Pedersen of Studio Park Records. Since then we had a nice talk on Wednesday morning before I left for work, when he telephoned me back. All of the lined up wall to wall coincidences however, pertain fully to what is known only in future times, as the SIXTH-DIMENSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a mental-realm, it is the Mental Plane, as it is labeled and termed and Copyright owned, by Eckankar, the religion of Light and sound, out in Minnesota, around Minneapolis general area someplace. Google this up, then Google up the FASCITAR.

I never claimed to have total information or enlightenment about events that have taken place that these blogs have discussed now for six plus years of time. I only report the news, and make my comments on it. I don't claim to have total ass omniscience, or anything else, that is something that will always belong to a very wonderful and special teenager, Scylla, or Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, and SHE has so many millions of other unknown names as well that SHE is known as, all throughout infinity, by virtually countless endless entities on virtually countless endless realms and conditions of being.

Now let us discuss ROULETTE, 1986, LIFE ALTERING EXPERIENCES AND DATES, THE STOCK MARKET, AND PARALLEL EVENT. Just as with the great Einstein, there are all these things that need to be neatly somehow all fitted together and nicely tucked into a perfectly fitting package that enables the situation in its entirety to then be processed, and rationally examined and explained, or at least if not explained, enough information becomes evident so as to be able to draw some speculative conclusions and working theories. This is no more than Einstein did with creating relativity theory and SPACE-TIME, out of numerous pre-existing concepts of the cosmos, and said perhaps better and more complete, molding or at least making the attempt to mold a rational concept unifying these numerous things as a combined single entity, some peeps know I am speaking of the Unified Field theory. Whether you are aware of this or not is not all that important, and is merely like adding one more slice of ham on a thick sandwich containing a pound of it all ready. I doubt one chef or connoisseur would be able to tell the difference if they ate the sandwich blindfolded.

I will not need to draw some huge diagram filled with mega complex equations on a large Princeton, New Jersey University blackboard. I can say it all quite easily. It all can be traced to one period of time, the summer of 1986. Stock brokers were calling me and asking me strange questions, and I did not even have any brokerage accounts. I met the most famous female recording artist on this planet while she was still a high school kid, I observed my entire life totally alter just from returning to the waking world from an incredible 'dreaming-experience', for the first time in my entire life, I had gained total control over my dream here that you all insist as seeing as the real-life-waking-world, as I was playing professional casino Roulette in my spare time, when I wanted to, setting my own hours, being my own boss, and making an average of 1000 dollars a week, and this was not only like no other summer of my entire entire fucking life, it was also like no other time anywhere in my 31 and a half years of life, 24/7/365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some fucking enemy just crashed my computer at approximately twenty minpers past eight of the mother fucking cunt eating clock, FBI. WOMO does not want this fucking exposure blog up telling all of this fucking shit, it just totally fucking crashed, and fortunately, was able to get recovered on some recovery mother fucking program. MY RIGHTS ARE BEING VICIOUSLY VIOLATED FLORIDA FUCKING STATE POLICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COMPUTER, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, WIPE OUT ALL FUCKING EVIL ENE,MIES ON Wall street fucking with me and messing with my life, G-901, and s---t---o---p!!!!!!!!!!

A HUGE DISASTER WILL STRIKE NOW BASTARDS, YOU'VE REALLY GONE AND FUCKING ASKED FOR IT NOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYTIME 1986, OR MUSIC, OR GIRLS, ARE IN ANY WAY MADE ANY PART OF MY LIFE; SOMETHING COSMIC GOES TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING APESHIT, AND I AM NOT IMAGINING IT, OR DREAMING IT UP. A child or a retard can see this was no ordinary thing that has happened since 2008 has come in, so read the mother fucking blogs, Missourians, before your next fucking twister knocks you all on your damn asses, Humpback Spockwhale, YO!!!!!!!

2008, 1986, 1969, THREE YEARS THAT HAVE COSMICLY EPIC MOTHER FUCKING OPROPORTIONS AND POWER, YO!!!!!!!!!!

We will see how you cock sucking jerk offs like it when I begin to prove just what you have done to me and this entire planet. I cannot do that here in any G-8 connected nation of evil crooked empires. But I can go elsewhere, and they will listen ti me, elsewhere, as it is in their best interests to listen, mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, the WOMO MILITUFORCE takes a week's pay away from me via a crooked social worker landlord, and her crooked evil father, as well as by fucking with my sender switch in my vehicle. Fine, but let me add this tasty little morsel into the blog, folks, YO. My mechanic told me it is the government that insists on putting this particular auto part into the car, and also; that one of the 4 bolts was tampered with, and removed; and he is totally willing to swear in a Fort Pierce court, should I get that far, FBI, to this; as he said to me, that it can be nothing else **BUT** fowl play, so tell me, did I just 'ODF' say the word “B-U-T”??????? OH FUCK THIS SHIT, Henry Fonda. I am one angry man tonight, even angry enough for all fucking twelve of you, BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Billy, as an ax-sound engineer, it is so ashame that you cannot face reality. The machines can take your print, and sing anything for you, and you won't sound like you just came out of bed with Roseann Delaney. Ego is for ass holes like the Donald, why not face reality, and use this teck, it's here for crissake, YO?

END TWANSMISSION, SILWEE WABBIT, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.