SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0219

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0219
KING NEBNOOSHOO
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER 4:
“UFO COVER UP CHANNEL 11 DOCUMENTARY OF 1988:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND-BACK-TEXT
DATFILE: CH-0219-082311.845.5555555555555555555
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We will work into the blogs' 4th subtitle, as what I open up with will lead into it quite well, and then all will combine and merge so wonderfully, trust me peeps. First, this is twice now, on two different and separate nights and at totally different times in the evening, that as soon as I begin to blog, the ancient persecution used against me by my diseased enemies, NOISE, has struck,. I no sooner start, and these fucking ass holes from across the hallway in my building, also start making very large disturbing sounds. I am totally aware of today's huge move in their ICPE cheated crooked manipulated DOW JONES STOCK MARKET. I expected it after huge horrendous attacks, NOISE is the one always used, it is NOISE by air, by neighbors, by anyone anywhere anytime, it is NOISE, and they know I hate a lot of mother fucking noise, who in their “right mind” doesn't? Today, not all that many folks are in their right mind, the entire world has alters so significantly since my childhood, that no words could ever begin to address the story, or hope to give it full dimension, and adequate detail. This using noise to persecute me, along with body and health attacks, property damage, utility persecution, and many other additional things, all work in perfect tandem to create what I term the INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT or 'ICPE', of hurting me and bringing my life forever down and wrecked, so as to keep their evil economy and world and power monger empire forever thriving. This opposite moving parallel event was caused by forces a long time ago, and did not fall into my conscious time world illusion, until I came out of a life changing experience on the 15th day of August of 1986, and I really honestly do not give a mother fucking shit how many times this is said in repetition and reiteration, as it will always be said a minimum of at least one time too little, no matter how many times that this ever gets fucking said folks. What I am fighting is exactly like what mother nature forces do when they become destructive. The tangible and visible damages are when peeps are injured and killed and when property is damaged and or destroyed. The invisible energy reality behind this however, as any fully college educated person is, or at least should be; totally aware of; is that water and air becomes a vehicle whereby invisible energies move from molecule to molecule. It may appear that giant waves are solid, but this is total illusion. Wind cannot be seen, only its energy felt. The scientific simple truth is that air is basically made up of certain combined elements, as is water, and just as a brick wall in truth is not solid, neither is powerful forces of moving winds and waters. It is all ergs of energy, ask any physicist if you do not want to believe the words on this blog, but ask someone in the know who you trust before you just tune me out and yell “BULLSHIT” Mountainpen. Otherwise, the only bullshit is you. Some parallel events are obvious because unlike the air and water forces moved by energies, they are not recognizable due to their invisibility. Other parallel events, are quite visible and very obvious and explainable. After-all, if you punch some big dude in a bar, and call his girl a slut, and you are five feet five inches tall, and weigh one hundred and forty pounds; you, in all probability, are about to be sent hard onto the floor, with some teeth missing, and most likely, in need of other medical, as well as dental treatment. This is an obvious “PARALLEL EVENT”, and totally unlike the more obscure ones, such as applying outside parameter betting in Roulette gaming, at casinos, and then comparing two outcome parameters, with the outcome following it, on the remaining other parameter; or finding out that certain peeps are moving in tandem with the world banking system and Wall Street, and others are not. Hence the “Powerful Billionaires Cult”, finds very clever and covert ways, of both blessing the peeps that they know are running in the same direction in a parallel, “THEIR DIRECTION”, while cursing and destroying the lives, of the other folks such as me, who for whatever the cosmic reasons, are running in the totally opposite mode of their system.

I HAVE BEEN TELLING THIS TRUE TALE OF FUCKING HORROR ON MY BLOGS FOR MORE THAN 6 YEARS OF MY BLOGGING CAREER NOW, and it is all totally true, and sworn under oath by me, now and always, under Goddess SSJK, and Flag and Nation, of which, my ancestors literally were the 'founding fathers', as the term is so used and recognized in this current society. SIX STRAIGHT YEARS PLUS NOW, OF MY BLOGS, THIS IS NOT A MILLIONTH COUNCIL BLOG, or any other MC blog, THINGS MERELY TUNMLED COSMICALLY INTO PLACE AS TIME RAN ALONG, AND MY FAVORITE CONGRESSMAN SANG MY SONG in both 1975 and 1980. I am not Bess's babysitter on the Mary Tyler Moore show, forcing pieces on jigsaw puzzles, they merely fit and begin coming together, bit by bit, piece by piece, link by link, I am only the poor little amateur detective here, I am no god, nor do I claim to have the answers of it all, YO. But if you think I am going to sit back like some pathetic mother fucking geek in some fucking ass high school, endlessly picked on, and just take it, when the 'INTERNET' allows me to blog my mother fucking story straight from HELL; THEN YOU MUST BE A TOTAL FUCKING ASS IDIOT, AT C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now to move this on, beyond things that go wrong on all sides of the equation lines or demo tapes, flying and aerodynamics, TZ Haddonwood of 1995, and mothers who unlike any other mother I have ever met in my entire life, who do not seem to let it bother them that they never become a 'Mister Woodside' 'grandmother', and who simultaneously, totally insist on giving their only son, a 'mysterious hypothetical daughter', shortly after the 1980 LOIS FOCA interaction incident, such as mine, well peeps, if I have graduated to the Bess Babysitter MTM Club; well then, a great man who was, 'IMHO' was a total pig; Frank Sinatra Senior, will give you his blessing and tell you to GO TO BURGER KING and indeed HAVE IT YOUR WAY, as for me, I'd rather go watch Bob Vandegrift punch out old Ronald, and LOVE IT. Still, if you wanna' disagree with me, cool, but logic is on my side of the blackboard here with all of this, and I like totally freaking KNOW IT, AND DAVE SMITH FROM HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY IN 1970, like totally knows all of this too, as the younger folks might say this, YO. When the Utility attacks are continuous, then this becomes an MC blog, and stands for the MILLIONTH-COUINCIL. When shit is relentless that I know are being legislated by governing bodies that are in league with the front for the Mary Carter Paint Company's mighty 'CIA/NSA/BFA' program, of total and beyond black-ops affairs; then this blog again, stands for MC BLOGS, and when all hell broke loose after THE MENTALIST became the PHASE-4 dude from my wild strange maintenance man in my Oaklyn apartment, and all the stuff that followed it, from horse troughs and water hoses, to strange houses not yet lived in and unknown great RA's going out of their way to tell me things in dreams, then again, this becomes another MC blog, and standing this time for the greatest female RA of all time. Whether I am correct in all of my super sleuthing is one thing, but you know peeps, at least I have tried my utmost best to figure it all out. How many of you have ever applied such an effort to psychoanalyzing outlandish and bizarre shit that happens in your life? Now we can move on to tell something else, or maybe, depending on my mood as I go, several 'something else things'.

Starting with what I feel is most important, as I was raised not to hurt feelings, and to be straight, and to not ignore, I must tell my pal and partner why I have not sent him what I told him I would be sending him, and hopefully, he will then when he gets a spare seck, give me a horn holler so we can rap, should he want to straighten out my thoughts on this that I'll now express. This is not meant to offend, please do not take it that way, if I am in any way misunderstanding stuff, I will admit I am an ignorant shit and am open minded, and I want you to then tell me your side of the story, I am very interested. I cannot read your mind. You told me a month ago to send you my dance song, and I told you thast the great Lady Gaga, at the time, had a hit song with the same beat, so don't tell me it is not marketable, and you said for me to do it over at Jovi's, and send it to you, and it was sent,. Only it ended up another deal where you merely told me you couldn't do anything with it. You were the dude that answered my ad in the paper in late 1997 when I said I was a songwriter looking for a good promoter. I did not answer your ad. I spent 30-50 thousand dollars, and at best made back in royalties, 2 grand. Even my Wall Street enemies would have a difficult time rationalizing that kind of business operation. So I got to thinking that here we gfo again, you are supposed to be the promoter, like Lenny was, in 1980, who seemed to be the great Rastafarian that wanted to own me, to quote him. He was great for taping me illegally on the telephone, and taking money, making promises, and screwing me. I know that you on the other hand really did think this SPR project was going to work out, but for reasons that will endlessly elude me, it bombed out totally and completely. Even the Mahon story, PP, I will never believe I halve been told all the facts, and neither would any other person, or good attorney, or businessman. I should not have had to rely on just you telling me stuff, and me shelling out so much money. I never was shy about saying this to you from the beginning, and this would incur both your wrath, and wife Cookies as well on numerous occasions. I am sorry for offending, this is never my intention. But then I thought to myself, why send details to you about a way to save the entire music industry from the near disaster brought about by computer copying and technology, when I got nowhere with you on smaller things, right down to the most recent thing of you saying, send me the new dance tune and I'll do something with it, you know I do not know squat about promotion of music, or the internet and computers, it simply is not my 'emereffing' thing old buddy. I have a super way of bringing the entire industry back into real prosperity, but all anyone ever wants to do with me since I have been knee high to a small dog, is RIP ME FREAKING OFF, and I am sorry but I am just getting real darn tired of it, call me nuts. I know that you are not one of the bad guys in that category, but still, I am tired of endlessly losing and ending up with nothing, when I have a lot to offer this world. Now I am more than happy to have you call me, and tell me your side of these words that go from late 1997 right up through these present times. I will gladly go into this with you, but you have to produce, you are the promoter, if not, why did you answer my ad in freaking 1997, as we both know that my ad was quite clear, so please don't treat me like a darn retard. I am saddened by life and its situations. Why are so many peeps breaking promises, and leaving me out to dry? I am not including you in this PP, but if you have any great wisdom, just ring me up and we can rap, as I just want to live in peace. If I suck as a song writer, fine, I will move on, and do other things with my life, but as for the deal I was supposed to send you, I got to thinking and realized, why should I want to do this? You know, if we could pull this off, we would be every bit as rich as the 'Donald'. It really would bring the entire recording industry back from the brink of doomed profits due to piracy. Still, I want to go into this with somebody who really wants to do it, and no more paper only stuff, if we did this, we would go to a freaking lawyer and shit would be all written down and legal, I am tired of David Mahon crap, and if you were me, you would be too. I had a life, I had a nice home, I had many things until; I began trusting so many peeps, and everybody just laughed while they took it all away from me, and now it seems they won;t be happy until I am maggots. Do you have answers for me, PP, my old friend? Gimme' a holler, BRO. You know I am speaking the truth, but there are two sides to all stories,m and I genuinely want to hear your spin on these words that I have written.

I am in a rotten mood, my Morians. I do not think I wuill go on with lesson-3 of the SHEE tonight, or tell abny other huge secrets, other than this one. I know that MOVERS are all around. I know that Barry is one of them. I know that not all movers are in human bodies. I know that Mister-Data on ST-TNG-television, as with other Star Trek stuff, is way more real, and ongoing than the general population can start to imagine. I know that the great documentary aired in early 1988 by the great CHANNEL-11 telelvision station in NYNY, only scratched the reality surface, but scrathed it did, and big time. I know that two angry men shared a horrible early afternoon hour in a gate house at the American Honda Plant, and I know that the Copyright Office to this day has laughs over this. Well, laugh on, because ou8r chilkdren will not be laughing as this century moves on. Where are the real happy times peeps, be honest with yourselves, they are all behind us. Show me what is so great now in 2011, or in this horrible 21st century of greed and avarice. Show me how the American Dream did not die and get buried with a huge RIP poster above it. You show me how the Invasion from Wall Street in the middle and late eighties, did anything for the non super rich, other than make total slaves out of us and ruin our lives beyond any hope of repair or revival. Just prove it to me. Prove me wrong, Congressman. Prove me wrong, Assistant to CRA, Clarence Harris. Show me the error of my ways and thoughts, and not with stupid comments such as the one left me by the quintessential but wipe on www.unexplained-mysteries.com/ that merely totally prove that I am on the money, and when I cannot be disputed, the result from ape-like mentalities, are nonsensical comments such as his. Hay, Michelle Daniels said it all back in 1980, he is still entitled to his opinion, and I would not ever have it any other way, YO.

To my great daughter, I only say this. Show me where I have ever intentionally misled you. This is the furthermost thing from my goal ion this life. You are the realist that you are for quite obvious reasons, and I just want to get to the bottom of all of this, don't you? I know you do not want me blogging about the GAWNUM stuff, and notice I have not done this. I could say 1000 powerful things, but I keep my mouth shut. I know you do not want me to say things about PBK. I have failed you here. I will try and do better. What you really fear is not what you think you do, it is remembering, and you know what, you are totally correct, as always. My hypnotherapy in 1996 was the worst mistake that I ever made. Please tell Paula I am so sorry, and sorry for not being a little older also, I do miss her.

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