SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0211

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0211
KING NEBNOOSHOO
ALL TITLES AND SUBS APPLY
8:00 PM, FRIDAY EVENING, AUGUST 12, 2011
25 YEAR (NO-NO) COUNTDOWN ---- MINUS 74 HOURS, 30 MINUTES
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN----2006-2011
ADDITIONAL SUBTITLE:
“POPUP MOVERS AND GAME-PLANS”

BEGINNING OF THIS TRANSMISSION:

First we need to get into the simple truth that no ordinary reader, knows one percent of what is being talked about,. Sop then cosmically, these blogs are not for ordinary readers. This needs to go to who it goes to, and after that, it is out of my hand, hmm, sounds a little biblical, oh, did I mention this all began as the project of the MORIANITY BIBLE FOR THE 3RD MILLENNIUM? Gee. I wonder Y? Like, DUH.

So in proceeding now with this, I will start with my Atlantic City Roulette days, when I gambled professionally, at the casinos of this 'great city', the human mortal-world counterpart of the GREAT CITTY of DAVID, or known on the ASTRAL PLANE circles, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL.

There was a time throughout the nineteen-eighties, where I WAS ALWAYS LOOKING FOR WAYS TO PLAY THE GAME OF ROULETTE, USING OUTSIDE BETS AND MONEY CHIPS, ON THE SIX LAYOUT BASIC 50-50 CHANCE BETS OF EITHER THE RED, BLACK, ODD, EVEN, 1-18, OR 19-36. All of this has been explained, and does most certainly exist on and throughout many numerous MOUNTAINPEN blogs over the past more than six years. The idea and object of playing MY GAME in THEIR CASINOS, was to make only a very few chips, you know, as the song says, “Take the money and run”. There is no real accuracy to this, as every time you place a new bet on a new day, all other winning bets all exist inside of a big-picture averaged out system of a factor of individual human luck, that ranges in long running play for all of us, around 57-63%. Thus, by having laws permitting the casino house to have what is termed an edge or a VIG, on all games from slots to all card and dice and wheel and any table game imaginable, the averaged out luck of all of the patrons, forever and ever is 50-50, and the house wins on their legal edge or VIG, their cut that permits them to pay their light bill, rent or taxes, salaries of dealers and pit bosses, and everything else ranging from the security team, to the bar and restaurant employees, and let us never forget, the gorgeous cocktail waitresses, and after that, a few bucks still left over, known to all of us on Wall Street and Main Street alike, as the Corporate profits, all totally above board, and of course, legal. I find no fault with any of that whatsoever, and neither should any of you. I have absolutely nothing against capitalism, as long as it is fair and honest and within limits, both legally and humanly, and of course, those with any decent schooling degrees, know that that is where the world of the Michael Jackson fantasy never-never land separates the truth and the fiction, or as my oldest may put it, the boys from the men. Still, this is only the crust opening of the foundation, that needs to be laid here, before I can begin telling the story of tonight's blog. On my song from 1981, after naming Jackson's future home, I go onto say, 'why don't you come and run away with me, I used to think our special love was part of destiny', and so on and so freaking forth; but that really right here and now, is totally neither “hair nor there”, huh Donna Summer, and two dudes named John Davis? Still, I never forget anything, at least if I am not beamed and strobed and Julia'd. Funny how this 3rd term is a close pronunciation to the great New York City Music School, symbolism, you just cannot live without it any more than Marilyn Lovell could live without her hubby astronaut. And then there was that horrible Callisurdo day on August 2nd in 1996, 15 years ago minus the above mentioned 'countdown', where I ended up as a result, going to that despicable place owned by the son of the then Atco, New Jersey Mayor, and was treated like I was an Aids Gun or something, yes there are other parallel realities where atrocities worse than overseas flash-mobs indeed are happening to their various freaking societies, but let me keep moving this right along, folks. I speak of course of that horrible Alannis Morrisette worshiping, and why not, she was so way cool in that movie, I'd sure do an eternity or two with that babe, and the name of this monster shitty recording studio, was called, crash, bing, 14 bells of symbolic lettering, Music City. May Carter times Millionth Council, WOW, to cube it we need to use McGuire-Callio, to 4th power it, we could do Martino-Callio, and the list can move all the way around the hypersphere. We have mail counts, and Majestic Counts, that could even include Richard Marcucci, who seemed to know about Mariah Carey, back in 1969. Explain how this is possible old friend, she was about minus five months old at the time when you took m,e aside in the hallway with that spiel that you gave to me out of nowhere that day about my chronological age abilities. I had some wild teachers at Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy. Let us return now to the main point of my Roulette playing, and methods that were employed as my basic plan of attack on the Jersey gaming tables. I wanted just a few units or money chips, and that is all I wanted. I knew that after I had a small amount of them, things would go the other way, and I wanted to use the old and established stock market trading system of stop-loss playing. My simple pernt here Archie Queens, is this. Let us say I am using the opposite and follow tracking system on the three outside betting parameters of the game, hoping that one out of six possibilities would signal a play mode, these being of course, follow mode of either color, range, or number order, or opposite mode of either color, range, or number order. If I could get a table to take me somewhere around a plus or minus 10 units give or take, I would play that mode pattern to continue, and trail a 2 or 3 unit stop loss behind me after getting ahead by 4 units. If a game went nuclear and patterned out in a huge way, I could always enlarge that stop-loss of money unit chips. Eventually a big profit stop out loss would always occur. Some games would produce small losses, but the many games of one or two units ahead as well as the rare game where many units were locked in, produce quite a nice little system, if a player is patient and wants to face the fact that he or she may go down to a casino and chart something for many hours and still never even play,. And go home with absolutely a zero-event for the trouble of time and driving and gasoline. My pernt again is “making a small amount of these money chips”. A new player can use the casino's own money, by beginning with the red nickels and progressing to triple nickle, green quarters, triple quarters, purples, and oranges. These money chip colors in that listed order means that all bets are on a play-level, and do not alter whether the player is winning or losing, since non-progression betting is done; and the levels can change up and down if long run life luck streaks, cause the player to need to do so based on a total home bankroll in a precise mathematical ratio to the players' playing level at the tables. This may seem somewhat complicated, but if I took any of you, with average intelligence with me, to a casino; and showed any of you, exactly what I am talking about; you would pick up on it the very first day. Still, my point is not printed yet, as this still is all just a mere part of the needed foundation that now has been laid, for the record. Here Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, is my PERNT:

Just as with parallel event and ICPE, and the DOW JONES, and their POINTS; and all of this wild nightmare, that seemed to literally be born out of the total blue-book-nowhere, on the 15th day of August, in the year of 1986; only so many points can be won or lost, by THEM, by ME, by anyone or anything. Still, just as with the house-VIG or players-negative-advantage, on all gambling games, and totally legally: these WOMO twisted scum bag toilet water yummy sump pumpers, do not always legally operate, or play a fair game, as they hurt me, my property, my body, my entire life, and so much more, just to endlessly get their points or their way so to speak, relentlessly, on their evil STOCK MARKET. Just as I said, MY GINA and lovely arm breaker of the 90's, TOLD YOU, after they wiped my week out, and persecuted the fucking living shit out of me, THEY WOULD SCORE, and get all their points right back, AND SO THEY DID, TOLD YOU PAUL,M READ THE BLOGS CAREFULLY. When I do not go on and on with all three items, Phillies, Flyers, and Dow and remain on one specific thing, my predictions always happen or nearly always. Also,when I need to get things going against them, I use the anti-credibility tactic of making absurd predictions in their favor, and then to make me look like a stupid jack fucking ass, things go the real way that want them to go. TOLD YOU, PAUL. Told you just a few days back, over the telephone, 'big bell', or 'baby bell', all notwithstanding, and at all ocean tides Nina; but this only gets the 'Reale' doors here, opened another crack wider, so let us press on, MISS LEE of 1988, with the Innocence of the French Grapes. My effecting the 'DJIA', verses 'the world's claim' on what 'Realley is going on' in the non-fantasy worlds of the huge motor mouth of the MOUNTAINPEN, verses what MOUNTAINPEN totally knows is real and honestly being told and publicly blogged out to the entire world, with no qualms or trepidations about doing this whatsoever, YO.

Before going on, two fire alarms went off in this building today. The first one at 9:28 AM, & the second one at 7:25 PM. This entire week has been filled with lots of both direct as well as plenty of very black-ops clever and covert death siege. I guarantee the world a FULL EVIL EMPIRE tonight, if my Phillies are playing, and they usually are. Now back onto the Reale point, which certainly is not child molester freaking Tommy boy of Ventnor, New Jersey from 1970, players, YO!!!!!

I could only remove so many points or get so many points out of them so to speak, them or WOMO or the EVIL EMPIRE, take your pick, the Shakespearean roses are totally free of freaking charge peeps, YO. My talk about the MOVERS could only do so much, and as always, WOMO, this twisted evil dirt bag bunch of mother fucking shit bags squared, who own all us poor and little slave folks, Mamma Carlton from Munich Heinz Gottwaldville, can always do so much more to me than I can ever do wit my mere words to a few possible readers, to expose these nightmare facts. If overnight, I had a million peeps who carefully and open mindedly listened top my shit, this entire world would revert practically overflight to the pre-Ronald Reagan days of total shit and corporate arrogance and Trumpism and misery for all us small less than 7 figurenaires. My pernt Archie, is only this. This back and forth war with Otamm and myself, since this nightmare began on Philly-57 hell night, with rotten-ass Flyers Hockey singers, as told by my older blogging texts from some years back now; and cut fingers from broken ice glasses in American Appliance refrigerators, and boiling hot tea spilled all over me, and on and on, all starting this beyond outlandish 25 years of fucking dying and ending up if not in hell, then I'd sell my soul to any devil, for anyone to tell me where then, but freeze it or boil it, or anything else folks, SOMETHIONG UNEXPLAOINABLE HAPPENED TO ME ON THE NIGHT OF AUGUST 15TH OF 1986, and so no mother fuckers, I will not stop talking or thinking, or blogging about it, as it is effecting each and every single mother fucking total ass day of my miserable pathetic mother fucking life, YO. None of you would have even freaking ass survived this for a damn one or two percent of this time, NONE THE FUCK OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not my great daughter, not the POPE, not U, President-O, none of you, so forgive me if I am damn ass proud of myself, for being mother fucking ass SUPERMAN, with or without any outstretched arms, Haddonwood pools, or Lap lane swimming partners.

So talking about MOVERS and RGG and MI not being a parlor trick, but real actual honest to the freaking gods TT, had its fay, like all good midges and other dogs, and took what it could out of their evil stock market. Now watch this shit ass thing fly right smack to the fucking moon, and my Phillies go straight to mother cvui9ng hell, GINA, just fucking watch, baby love. I laugh to myself every single time this shit ass market dips down, knowing totally fucking well, it will merely drop a few days, and then go up higher than ever, as they will do to me whatever it mother fucking takes, to make this a reality, it has been going on for a quarter of a fucking century, it is not gonna; stop in my lifetime, and my only laugh is that once I am gone, it will crash and burn forever, as I will no longer be here to be tortured and tormented and told there are 4 lights or 5 lights or even 4+5 lights on Planet Cardasha of Paula Patty King, or whatever, Gawky Gaukauk; oh mighty Panther Cat, with the white paws. DIE, DIE, gimme' a bweak, Elmer asshole Fwudddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ohm yes, the 1,2,3,6,7,8 riddle is the ultimate mystery of all of base-ten mathematics, and only this mighty ASTRAL PLANE KITTY CAT, seems to understand and know how to make it work. He did however, share this great knowledge with me in the middle first decade of this 21st century, folks. If you keep wording things until the words and dates and stories fit the matching patters, it will blow your fucking mind into infinite shit, but don;t sit around making a god out of this kitty cat, meow, I can talk to cats, high ends tend to run in my family. Still, they come over to me and we can talk in gibberish, still, why do I know that they know something that I do not, when I indeed am not chemtrailed to the Academy Road hyperspace Doctors, and technicians, and on top of that, how am I so sure that these entities know all about so much of this? Remember BOJO anybody, from the middle sixties? It is on the blogs. All I did was meow at BOJO. If anyone can keep the poached eggs down while listening to the Epitome of Harassment Cassette Tapes that the US Copyright Office has from 1988, you have the proof that CHEMTRAILS did not begin in the nineties, but back in the 1988 circa, just as I said. They matched out my DNA first, and then later, did other families, with help from the HAIR PEOPLE, only they were certainly not willing participants. They were used, Frank Callio. Light a candle and tell Aunt Victoria I said that. Try not to excite big beautiful Paula if you do, you know she digs all that shit, YO. But shall we not digress any further along here, and get back to 'DNA' and 'chemtrailing'? All of this CHEMTRAILING has many purposes, from MIND-CONTROL or IAD-ETTOS, one of the tools of the mighty PAWM-PIE, Google up this gargantuan subject of CHEMTRAILS. If I ever told some of it, I would be killed in my sleep tonight, long before Misses Callisurdo could ever get her ugly hands on me, PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is my (P), when I need her so badly? HH is the answer. Without getting the little wafers breaking off a bit and crawling around in-between m,y computer screen and the inside unit, signaling the outer world of their successful invasion of we poor mortal humans into their endless controlling domain, as we could not live without them, and this is precisely what they wanted to accomplish decades ago during the UFO scare. No, Herbert Huntington, father of Arthur, is not the true meaning to these initials, but Hyperspace Harborfields sure is. Don';t try and locate her Ex-Mayor Levy and wife Ethel, as she is way beyond your grasp. All you monsters had better stay away from my kids, you turds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy that in the future of that parallel dimension, she is happy in college, and enjoying her wonderful life. Pee, someday, your wonderful genius mind will figure out a way of getting over here. They know about me here, they know about the 74-WP, so I cannot try and reach you, you need to reach me, and Linda is a pop-up and I know it. Nothing else can explain these MOVER deals, Dave Roth and I used these Privecode terms in the 80's when all of you out here used telephones for only one thing, calling peeps. We were on-line 27 years ago, just not quite on your line but some peeps caught onto some of the stuff, right Ingrid? I'll bet you were one beautiful girl, and maybe still are, if you're reading this. Have you seen my wonderful daughter, Paula King Junior, or PEE? As for the hyperspace effects of not having normal waking characters make sense in a time and arrangement order that you all may be aware of in your waking conscious mortal lives, and that is what the great hyperspace is all about. This is an entire huge 5th dimension, so large that a million Einstein dudes would be brain blown forever just trying to really crawl into all of this bullshit, yet it is all so totally ass Reale, folks, like it or not, and believe it or not. I really miss you, in case somehow you can read this,m my wonderful PEE, on one of your incredible computers that you invented over there.

I am one entity, and the enemies that I have are beyond awesome and enormous. It is beyond comprehension how totally rotten, these beings are, yet the scriptures never try and lighten this load up one bit. It hits it square on the head in more understandable lingo for mortal waking consciousness to at least get some handle on, I on the other hand cannot help but go beyond the mortal ways and words when I get going with all of this, as I know a bit too much about it all, and have become so emotionally involved in and through it that it is way beyond my ability to even come close to describing anything further. If one of you reading these words would just do the freaking Fascitar, and at the point of waking-freeze, will yourself with all your desire, to the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, you will wake up the next morning, not from any dream, but from SOMETHING, that nothing I can say on this blog would make a small dent in, and it would then become something between you and me. If someone else found out and did the same, talk about the resurfacing of the flash-mob. Life on this planet would evolve overnight, in ways not one bit conceivable.

Yes, I can say or do something here or there, and POW, it will indeed have hyper-huge effects on this empire. But only my wonderful special daughter is able to go to the highest point in New York City on the 12th anniversary of MI SARAH SONG in 1996, and make the claim with total authority, that on the ASTRAL-PLANE, SHE INDEED IS THE 'RULER' OF THIS 'ENTIRE EMPIRE', and so SHE did, and all of this is a totally documented fact.

END TRANSMISSION, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!