SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 163

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOSHOO
CHAPTER 164
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THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
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The fucking bastard WOMO enemy hit me with a nasty-ass powerful fire alarm, which is to be fucking expected. I all ready knew this or really I should say, I would have fronted mob money up to ten grand to bet that they'd give me a fucking fire alarm today, after this day all ready was beyond mother fucking SUPER-BOTBAR!!!!!!!

Any time any resident in this public housing fucking building has their smoke alarm go off, every one in every mother fucking apartment goes off simultaneously. If I had ever known how horrible the landlord would be, April Lee and Raymond Bailey, SWEETIE, as well as these fire alarms would be here, I NEVER WOULD HAVE LEFT THE MOTHER FUCKING 26TH STREET FUCKING GHETTOS OF FORT FREAKING PIERCE, KNIFESTABDREAM, FLORIDA Oh well folks, that was one of the things from RPLDD that I did not dream in the pain here about, huh Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, YO? Well since this horrendous bitch sucking day was given to me by this demonic, Satanic, deplorable, despicable, abominable, detestable, miserable, rotten WOMO MILLIONTH-COUNCIL LAMBRIGGER CULT enemy today, as soon as the Donna Summer morning light appeared and reared its ugly mother fucking ass head, YO, let me now fucking ass retaliate with a super and I mean a super ass powerful TRS, (Today's Retaliation Secret), the “R” can double in as the word REVENGE as well.

'Reality-3' was discussed a few times on my blogs over my six plus years of blogging, sometimes quite jokingly refered to by me as my 'blogging-career, some career, try tera-tear, tera-fear, and other nice rhymes of truth, not learned from the All Mighty EW, (Entertainment World). Reality three was never some guess on my part, and I always knew deep down that something was on the other side of some hypothetical OZ-CURTAINS, I mean really peeps, it has to be, get fucking Reale, no, delay that order Picard and Kirk, REALER and the gang all got me. Two families just loaded with incest, YO, mine and THAT-FAMILY, and please, shit, don't ask me what TAWF-70 is or means, if you don't know, just switch over to another blog, as I'm quite sure that Martha Stuart will gladly update you on her newest recipes as well as jailhouse secrets of the Dawn Patrol and Get Out Of Jail Free Cards that circulate quite well around Wall Street in Manhattan for the 8-11 figurenaires. If ol' Mar just ain't your cup of tea, try Auntie Beth Stableshooter and her private dog kennel blogs, or maybe the blogs of how to make fifty million dollars per week mailing out chain letters, but in any event, if you really do not know what TAWF-70 is all about, then you do not belong here reading this, as you are like totally freaking ass wasting your time BRAHHHHHHH!!!!

Reality-3 states that item 1 causes items 2 and items 3 to appear to have some connection with each other. Let us talk about normal human defense and anger, as one very obvious REALITY-3. In this case, an onlooking viewer from let's pretend, a distant star system, studying Earthlings, the gods forbid, as who the fuck would wanna' do that? Aniwho MCMCAAONMC, they would view scenes repeatedly on Saturday nights throughout our world, in our lovely and not so lovely taverns and locales where fermented sauce is passed around about sparingly to many loosely behaving customers, and while viewing these scenes, they would see that whenever someone provokes another person in a serious way such as telling them that they are indulging in sexual activity with their mother, but not in such nice soft language, this is the item number 1. When the person receiving the insult then gets up and barn house punches the sayer of these not so nice words, and drinks and glasses fly and break and tables get rearranged, and people around start to scatter, this is item number 2. But after some time observing many of these scenes, these intelligent beings begin to deduce that 3 items are at work. Reality-1 and Reality-2 are causes and effects, but of another constant item behind an invisible OZ-CURTAIN, human defense and anger. This would then become the REALITY-3. Then these observers would go on to notice that this REALITY-3 is usually some obvious all though still invisible item, after all, we cannot see emotions such as great anger, merely its effect, while the tables go flying, and memories of the great 'Unthinkable Dawn-Marie King'; may come into some of our minds, while reading all of this. But Reality-3 is still logical in most instances, all though invisible, and just like wind and water, small molecules of energy is what is moving, and this energy force is what destroys buildings and lives in things such as tidal waves or twisters. You never see the energy, it is not visible to the five senses, yet, knowing fully well what is indeed real, you would be surprised how this KNOWING, changes some of the effects of this invisible energy, all topic for other days and other blogs however, as only 24 hours exist in a day ass we all know only too freaking well! My point while trying to keep this all simple, is that a bar-fight shows the entire items of 1-3, in their truth and reality, human anger and its emotion and a reason for the expression of it while this example is being made, the actual provoking attacker, and finally, the counterattack by the one that was attacked initially without good or real provocation whatsoever, at least in the example I am citing on this blog, YO.

So taking this to its next logical stage, my blogs have talked about the more invisible parallel events of items number 2 and 3, and hence, it really is not these items that are in question, but rather, the 3rd reality, or just why exactly, that these two items appear to endlessly be in a parallel for non obvious human reasons, such as in the game of Roulette, when comparing any of the 12 bi-combinational outside betting parameters of single eighteen number groupings on a gaming table layout that would be RED/BLACK/ODD/EVEN/LOW/HIGH, against the future outcome of the remaining single other parameter. For example when I played this system in 1986 professionally, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, at the casinos there, and made a $9,200 profit in 8 months after losses were deducted, in my spare time, betting the black-chip or one hundred dollar level, I tracked all 12 of these, such as BLACK/HIGH, RED/EVEN, ODD/LOW, and so forth, believe me, there are indeed twelve of these. But you tell me folks, why I had it proven to me; that a consistent greater than 50/50 chance occurrence exists, when you draw stick figure charts, and reach a bi-parameter, let us say and choose randomly the 'ODD and LOW' parameter, leaving the black and red as a Next Outcome Choice; or the NOC, and when a stick graph formed showing let's just say here, 20 RED NOCS and only 4 BLACK NOCS, and by playing the higher or the leading NOC or stronger PE (Parallel-Event), until the ratio between the NOCS drops under 4:1, you can make it 5:1 to play even safer, losing less and winning less often, but still, WHY does it work over 100,000,000 spins, waiting for any bi-parameter to reach a good spreading ratio in NOC-PE, and then playing unit it drops below a 4:1, producing a before house-edge of about 6-8 percent in a lifetime or more of spins? Can any Einstein out here begin to explain some of the invisible REALITY-3 situations or the behind the OZ CURTAIN circuitry systems, that cause the cosmos to react this way with certain events? Why does persecuting me bring endless bullish moves in long run averaged play, to the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, why folks? If you think I have the answers about that, you are all dead fucking wrong. I am as in the dark as anyone else to what lays behind these curtains. Only Miss Dorothy Kansas had the balls to ever pull these great curtains back and even try and look to see what the fuck's really going on. Pretty damn fucking good for someone without a pair, if I do say so myself, but in all seriousness here Lee, April, Michele, and the gang, YUK-YUK, here is my point, as well as my major 'TRS' for this putrid and unfathomably bad ass day, that WOMO handed me from the time that I freaking exited my fucking building, or my FAB for short, FIRE ALARM BUILDING. Sheeeeeeeeeeeit, talk about some high ass decibels of sound pressure level, (SPL)!!!!! The 6th dimension is one and the same thing as thought-energies. It is truly the locale where all thought resides, and it is not one bit prejudice. It can be what results with programs and machines based on zeros and ones, or what results biologically and chemically by not all that different of a process when you really get down and dirty about what is truly happening and just what cosmos at least in the 5th dimension and lower, really is, as well as the lighter Astral Plane, which really is no more than the ghost doppelganger reality of the entire 5th dimensional hyperspace. This system recognizes in a huge program not fathomable to a million great Einsteins, when you or I get onto this, and the more we are onto it, it will play its game with us, and it is sort of like a huge MATRIX VR GAME, just as I said over a bugged FISA-FIBBIE PHONE, to my now late pal, MISTER David Charles Roth, from Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. This is where MATRIX came from, the movie, listening in illegally to me, only legally really, THEY ARE THE LAW, and if they all wanna' fucking infringe on my rights, then who's to stop them, crissake, who is gonna' make a fucking citizens arrest on a cop with a gun that can blow a hole in you the size of East fucking ass Texas, YO? CS, it can stand for Callio Sarah, only in this case, it stands for a good old dosage of COMMON-SENSE, peeps!!!! So what is this 6th dimension, I mean really? Well, in prior blogs, I tease you all, and say shit like, do you have 50 years? Well, you need only 5 or 10m minutes for what I'll get fucking into right now, as this must be said or else, I cannot take it any longer. I am in a huge game with a giant luscious teenaged girl, this is all real and true, and SHE is GOD ALOL MIGHTY, by all your mortal waking world standards and ideas, you POPE, all of you!!!!!!! If I could get one person with clout to follow me around and watch all this, I promise Harold Camping one thing, and that is, if indeed this happened, and was done 'religiously' and vigorously and by someone as powerful as Gates or Trump or even higher, as money itself is not the true total measure of Earthly power, there is a bit more to that story, and that will be for other following blogs, as time just does not permit this or any other of my uncle Heinz's Long Island cameras and photography on Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York, BRO, your dates in months and days might be off, but pal, you would be picking the right year all right, my BRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! But the reason that no one will do this or even take me seriously, is because, all ready fixed in this great and inconceivable 6th dimension, is a bunch of buttons and circuits and switches, not at all like any of you are picturing of course and I merely use words such as those to relate to you in my story here, but they exist just the same folks, and they are preventing me from getting one solitary person to believe me, take me seriously enough to do this, and then follow it through and freaking carry it out. This will never happen, because 50 million years ago, PERMISSION BARRIER RON WIRTZ, it was all pre set or “DESTINED” to never be permitted or allowed, so move on down the road there, Captain Kangaroo, YO, as my 'uncle' is trying to show me how to work my own camera, and he is the mighty owner of the New york Banking System of the Nineteen-Seventies, wow, I am so Aunt Geraldine ALS Snow impressed, right MISTER SHAW BOARDWALKTAPES GULFWARONE???? Oh well, Ralph and Sandy cannot carry out their 1983 threats on me in 1983, or can they? What really is the difference between then and right now AT&Teinstein? This may read like gibberish to the UMCLUB of the ONYX and the deep WELL lady, and many others, but if you really have Dorothy Kansas's balls, you'd roll back the mother fucking OZ curtains, and call up the United States Copyright Office, and pull all of my 1983 music tapes, it is all on record and file, and will not disappear for 75 years minus 2011-1983, or another 75-28 or 47 more years, so back it up another two and let me throw in my little HA-HA-HA-HA-WHOOOO? The 6th dimensional circuitry is responsible for everything including our wonderful GOD, that I have known all throughout eternity, as the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. It is also why today was loaded with so many super giant sluts all around me, during this incredible mind bending death siege and aerial persecution with many loud and low airplanes, as well as vicious chemtrails. You have to admit, MI MORIANS, forget about auto reverse cassette decks in cars and playing tapes while doing security guard duty, and all of this and so much more that led to my remembering all this horror with the ALL MIGHTY TEEN QUEEN in HER present lifetime, just as HER obedient servant Jason Donna Calisummer in whatever Julia white secret persona and identity this 'person' is in at whatever 'time' this is being read, as it is all so 'relative', that SHE does nothing but send one clue after another, not only into my dreams, but all around in so-called real-waking-tangible-material-physical life, so many very precious clues indeed. Now I come to learn directly, that I had tapes before leaving New Jersey, that would be not only precious, but totally priceless, and this is why I had to run away to Florida in middle December of 2009, and also is why these tapes had to be forever destroyed. I have noticed one thing for endless millennia and eons, and that is that the All Mighty Goddess Scylla gets what she wants, every single time, one way or the other. This IMHO is an even greater constant than her heavenly voice and musical talent, which is a mere dull shadow here on Earth. I have it over all of the other 7 or 8 billion of you all trapped here alo0ng with me. I may be trapped, BUT I FREAKING REMEMBER. Do you remember, Miss Blake? Hi yourself, Misses Marola, why not give me a jingle, I'm in the book. I won't punch any more walls, I promise. Anyway, then and now, you know you could knock me right on my freaking asterisk. But then, you did not witness the great TRINITRAIL, or did you, Misses OH-ELEVEN? Still, games experts and states colored red, John, and Patrick, what did Mister Hinger get out of this in the sixties? You know that one, I know you do, Julia. RUSS, RUSS, are you really still waiting for that to happen,'cause I am not gonna' go nuts like you want me too. Remember, you all have the gismos, but I know the real Terry Egg Harborhead secret, and that is the power of reflection. I cannot stop Roseann from taking a nice chunk out of me' ol' neck, but she might have trouble seeing herself in my whittle ol defense kit.

Hay Lettie, since you're only 3-MO along, why not come down and visit me, and kick the shit out of some of the peeps that are making me so miserable? I won't forget my promise I made you in the OH-NINE summer, to take you away to the islands, but I cannot be more specific on the blog or this time, THAT-FAMILY just might really send me to RIKERS, or now, Saint Lucie County. Wouldn't you just love me to keep talking on, Hair Pulloff Dude? Soon will be 130/130, in nobody's lifetime, if what you thought I did, I'd really done, you dip shit. Don't take my freaking 1980 music lyrics so literally. I was only dicking around trying to remember what Scylla had really sung, and it wasn't until 26 or 27 years later that I went into a deep trance and had Her re-sing the song of LOIS-FOCA to me and SHE allowed me to remember it word for word, YO. Chill, Donald!! Ann says hi, and she is gonna pull it off, buddy, before your cute grand daughter does. How I love the teasing commercials, must rerun now, Dawn wants me to pick up Mommy's meds, and I cannot forget the dog food.

Today's mother fucking chemtrail poisons have caused me nasty ass fucking heart arrhythmia's and major shit attacks and bowel fuck ups. Happy, bully scum? Burn in hell you sick fucking jerk off scum bags, and don't think you won't spend a lot of MK in Dogtown, your name is all ready written, ass holes.

There will be some super powerful ass fucking natural disasters, as well as some unpleasant shit happening with aerial vehicles, I warned you to leave me fucking alone ya' prick bastard filth bags, YO. So for now, know please, that the 6th dimension is not an easy thing to talk about, and I am just beginning, just as I have not even opened the ADULT BOOK OF BEACH, or the BOB-2, on DIANA verses Sarah-Stacey. So move the fuck over MISTER Beethoven Tolstoy, and make some serious ass time, BRRR!!!!!!! Shit's coming, and big time. WO!!!! BYE-BYE, that's all folks, whaaaaaa.
END TRANSMISSION: I'll be back, Governor Cheatwife. Emit told you the big one was gonna hit, huh Arnie, perfect timing BRO, unlike me as Billy Harner would tell me so many fucking times back in Jersey, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!! B____Y____E, WHAAAA.