SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0203

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0203
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WELL TO OPEN WITH, I SUPPOSE THE GREAT TERRY EGGHEAD OF THE NEW JERSEY HARBORS, WHO HELPED MY FRIEND, MISS ANN KING SILVA, LOCATE ME HERE IN SUNNY FLORIDA EARLIER THIS YEAR, WOULD BE QUITE HAPPY WITH ONE THING THAT I DO, IF NOTHING ELSE EVER OR AT ALL, AND THAT WOULD BE, my consecutively running 'Safe Journal', starting with Chapter 0001, and now with this blog being two-hundred-two blogs later, plus any additional tweets during civil rights violation periods that I encountered, or other short entries made, I have managed to attain a reasonable sense of order that should be close to HWER MIGHTY super-brain standards. She said I wrote in “scatter-brain style”, and should divvy up my many varying parts of my life in sections and time, and then make things orderly. Some know that indeed I tried this, it is a doomed to fail proposition, it cannot be done in a million years with a life and life experiences, over lots of years and time, such as mine. I did try, and many know it, as it is indeed up on the Safe Journal, where back a ways, I really did attempt this futile experiment, just to keep the great Jersey Egghead happy. Being the greatest fish in the whole damn bay can be a bit confusing. Are we talking the Red Sea, the Mediterranean Sea, the very dangerous waters of the great Barnegat Bay, or the Suffolk county, New York, Huntington Bay? Well, it is all, or any; of these water bodies; dependent only on that part of reality, we may be talking about together here folks, YO. I had to shut down, and reboot back on; earlier, after just beginning this blog; and I had to unplug my cable modem from the internet. There was lots and lots of hacking happening against me, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, SIR AND OLD FRIEND FROM HADDONFIELD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL NEED ALL OF YOUR PROTECTION IN THE WORLD OF ELECTRONIC PERSECUTION ON THIS FIRST SEVERAL OPENING DAYS OF AUGUST, MY OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOMO-MILITUFORCE scum bag ENEMIES, hit me with a fire alarm, right at Jane Bitchweeds time on the final July morning, Sunday. What else if mother fucking new peeps? There is never a single weekend, that some enemy does not cause one to go off here in my new residence building; but I cannot argue with an affordable rent for a place that fits my needs. Electricity changed this planet, and life on it; literally forever. None of us could live 30 days without it for all the love and money in the world. Yet the trade-off is quite significant, way beyond the allotted time for my present blog that is here to tell a few quick yet very powerful true tales that simply put folks, MUST BE FUCKING TOLD, RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, LIEUTENANT VAN BUREN OF THE “LAW & ORDER” TELEVISION HIT LAW SHOW.

It has taken me newrly 57 years to totally be convinced that this planet is not invaded, but merely houses two types of humanoids on its surface. One type are the stayers, and the other type are the movers, it gets no simpler than this. If you have to scratch your head and wonder about that sentence, you are most definitely one of the somewhere between 85-98 percent of the population of the stayers. A stayer stays, as the word exactly implies. They wake up and go to bed and wake up and go to bed, they are born and die, and in-between, travel in the normal 3-D system only, day by day by day, a day at a time. They could not conceive of living any other way in a million years. It would be as foreign to them to even imagine the lives of the movers, as it would be to drive in reverse, and have the car move sideways. Still all things indeed, just as the great Einstein recognized, are totally relative. To the movers, the way that the stayers live, is likewise as weird and totally alien to them. They spend their entire lives in no particular order, merely normally moving all over time and hyperspace realities, as naturally as we move in 3-D, they move just as naturally in 5-D, and to either group, stayer or mover, the opposite would be so inconceivable to them, that they never would be able to properly change their ways and handle it sufficiently, as to be able to live in the other way or any way at all, other than the way that they always have naturally known, since their human births. This is reality, this is simple truth, and it explains all the mysteries of humanity,. And answers just about if not all of our questions, as an inquisitive collective of wondering beings, so ever fascinated with and by the 'cosmos' all around us, really inside of us and throughout us, that we project out while time retrieves it all back into us in a precise ratio and proportion, based on a constant known as the velocity of the photon in perfect vacuum state. There is no such absolute of course, as all things in this expansion beyond this Planet Earth, are perpetually either falling towards the next most massive object relative to them or it, or else they or it, is orbiting an existing object, so gravitation forces are always somewhat present, distorting many otherwise so perfectly obvious and non-transmutable laws. Long story short, time travel, and thereby naturally, hyperspace movement, has always been part of out human reality, a coexisting truth that the majority of us known as stayers, will go through our lifetime never cognizant or aware of these powerful things, yet indeed are totally effected by these movers, and in continuous and very major gargantuan sized ways, folks, and that's a freaking promise, YO. There is no way that I just said the word “MI” before that song began in 1986, that is Copyrighted in my name for the very good reason that I of course wrote it the first week in August, exactly 25 years ago, and it's uncanny that it is exactly 25 years now that here I am in the future relative to this event that has bothered me since that night back at Cifaloglio when I accidentally heard the tape on the auto-reverse side on my car stereo system, and things began clicking away in the old brain, and old hypnotic blocks and Dog-Rogers Amnesia pendants and potions began slowly wearing off. The only parlor trick ever that's been going on with this and a million billion other things similar to this, around the world for unspeakable amounts of time now, is that MOVERS are doing their Valerie Bertrinelli thing, and I sure don't mean losing lots of mass, (m) (weight).

A child can see just precisely WHY I WAS PUMMELED AND PERSECUTED SO BAD BACK ON FRIDAY. READ WHAT I HAD JUST POSTED UP, it is everything that ****('THEY')**** do not want me telling peeps on public systems, such as blogging on blog sites, or in any other way. I reread this late on Saturday, and realized exactly what happened, in-between a terrible bout of wheezing and coughing, from being mother fucking 'CHEMTRAIL POISONED'. Look up and GOOGLE UP the subject of the “CHEMTRAIL”. It is definitely one of the biggest freaking topics on the U-TUBE as well my friends and fiends out here, YO! Tomorrow, I'll bet you all a million fucking bucks, the skies of this area will be loaded with them,, since the “Dow Jones” will be flying up about 1000 points later today, Monday, with the settlement of the government debt crises. I would rather have it settled however, than fucking not, no matter how high it drives the bullish evil Dow forces, as if it were not fixed, they could have had a perfect ass excuse to not pay my August disability benefit, and then where the shit would I be? You think that anyone on this fucking planet gives a rats ass about me, folks? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeitttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have lost a good friend and colleague where I work, and since I have many enemies there at the Harvest, that want me gone and never have liked me from day fucking ass one, it is only a matter of time before major shit alters for me. I wish you only the best my friend, Sandra. Now you will learn the computer at your new place, and you will be able to follow my blogs, and listen to my posted songs. I only want my good friends to hear them, or my daughter, as they are not for the world or the public, they are private and mean a lot to me, and also; they have many personal meanings, and major memories for me.

So now I have had it proven to me that real movers are here amongst us, always have been, always will be, that our world powers who govern us little servants and slaves of this planet are being kept back from learning the absolute truths of this information, for our so-called 'own good' of course, and this is the way that tune plays out at the speed of light squared. A lot has happened since my beautiful wonderful daughter managed to get my attention with HER 2008 project. So much that it is not even within my limited vocabulary to attempt expressing the full nuances of all of it. I only hope and beg her, not to break off the limited new contact that we have. This is all I have, until you know who, one night in my 'sleep', sends me permanently back to my high school, to never return again, well, not for some time anyway, and I will not be able to alter a lot the next time around. If you can get anything safely to me without stirring up trouble, I would be eternally grateful, MI. If it is merely a few PCN's, anything, something for me to work with, even a special new song. PLEASE.

My final tell-tale is again for the ears of my old school chum, mister bob McDowell, of the Federal CC. For some time, because of what this powerful K family did to me in 2008, and obviously had planned well before that year; certain financial institutions have been calling me and leaving on my voice-mail, a series of static clicks, matching for the most part, what took me 5 years or more in the early and middle nineteen-eighties, the conversion of ancient Sanskrit alphanumeric scratch and click codes that only a static produced or generated gadget could indeed make, and to this day, it is ongoing. Even if they are teasing me and saying they are allowed to do this as I fully admit to being in major arrears on my debts with their agencies, from old master-card/visa bills, caused when the King branch of this great “K” family, took all my money, in an ultra organized conspiracy planned as far back and the early years of this 21st century, and sent me into a hole that left me endlessly unable to ever climb out of to this day; but even before I was behind and was totally up to date with them all back in New Jersey, earlier in the summer time and into the autumn in the year of 2009, and even dating back into 2008, these click static messages that indeed match coded patterns of what I term and label, “LIGHTNING'S LANGUAGE”, has been sent by them calling my voice-mail and leaving these click messages for me, I have saved a few of them on cassette tape, a legal act, as my interpretation of laws regarding telephone taping says once a voice-mail or answering device picks up, it is fair game to be recorded, after-all, that is what these machines do, they record the message or the tek-mail. The latest call that came in that I have recorded and still currently saved is from the following financial institution's called ID information, FBI, and Bob McDowell, as I do not think this is legal to play with me, talking in lightning lingo, or professional, and I feel it is actionable as well, causing at minimum, my debt obligations to be canceled and my record wiped even and clean, we will see what a fucking attorney has to tell me shortly. This is by no means the only financial system that has been playing this 1983 telelphone teasing game with me, at least my daughter was a thirteen year old girl who was trying toi get to the bottom of her own private secrets, and I will hold her totally blameless for this, or any other stubt she ever pulled, right sdown to that website that said I am too late. I do not want to be too late, I love you with all my heart and soul, and if you ever leave me, I do not know what I will do. Each time a new message comes in from a banking system or money connected source with a lightning code, I will post it on blog sites, and remind the blog readers to start readinbg this chapter, number 0203, and keep a seperate record of blog chapters that post this information, as well as keep seperate logs of the called-ID box phone information as these messages keep rolling in, again, it did not evenb start when I owed them mioney, these rotten bastards begabn teasing me, ?FCC, long before I ever was one day behind in my billing payments with any of these twisted mother fuckers. My daughter had her reasons to play all of these games with me in 1983, and I totally love and forgive her. It led to the break up of the entire telephone company, as the movers that all ready knew who she was going to grow up and become, just could not allow this to happen. Yes President Obama, my pal, I am proud of you for making things all work out, I always believed in you. So here sir is one of those sick wealthy crooks that got bailed out with the rest of that motley screwed up crew, sir. Phone #---(404) 921-2521. I'll list every single one from now on, and will be taking this to my attorney. I still plan to repay everybody eventually, yet will be suing them for illegal collection tactics of trying to drive me mad, this for sure is not legal, as I have carefully scrutinized and studied the laws of collection, bank on that one Heinz Gottwald Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAA.

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