KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0270

SOMEONE DID THEIR BEST TO PREVENT ME FROM LOGGING ON TO THE SITE.

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0270
1:54 AM-EST, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 2011
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
NO 4TH S.T.

BEGINNING BLOG:

This is a message to my government who loves and adores me so much, and could care less about my seventh grand pop, Sammy H. He and his pals only started this whole thing and won their independence from British Monarchy, and began the greatest experiment in history, the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Don't mind me if I am in the way up here in the future, and breathing, and taking up your wonderful space.

Forgive me for being born. I am sorry my parents fucked and had me, Unk Sam, but that was a little bit beyond my control. Maybe I should have learned how to fly over the radar system before my dad yellow out, wheeeeeee, on one particular dark night somewhere in the first week of March, in 1954. So-sorry, Mister Ambassador, and Teddy.

Since you all despise my living guts so much, you will be happy to know that I will be out of your wonderful EMPIRE and in a very dangerous location, before too long, so you can have your GOOD-RIDDANCE PARTY, very shortly. Maybe I'll be shot and killed. We all know that this will be a meaningless event. Having a little bit of information is extremely deadly dangerous, this is an old lesson, taught to nearly every child, by nearly every parent, the world around and practically forever. My lack of knowledge that I played a forbidden game with, was the world of the Quantum. This is a world that is completely unforgiving, there are no crosses, saviors to die for sins, or any other atomic plus sized world mumbo-jumbo. Things like this can work there, but simply not in the 'places' where I have played in however.

I will tell the wonderful and omnipotent government of mine now, some of the true story; that may, or may not, have ever been officially blogged; in my more than six years of these blogs.

On several occasions, you have tapped my telephone, entered my premises with FISA Warrants, as I came to learn from my indirect EW friends, financed through perhaps the cousins of old 1965 pal, Alan J. Wolf, of Princeton, NJ. You learned nothing, because there is nothing to learn. I am not keeping any secrets from you. To your surprise, most of the peeps you watch and follow, would gladly, as I would, give their eye teeth to work with you in a collaborated effort, to find out just why we have been chosen to be on the receiving end of some kind of something, that we do not totally or even barely partially understand. Let me speak for myself, as I only really have the right to do. I would sell my soul to the devil, or whatever the reality equivalent to that nonsense is, to work with you on my problem. You know it is real, don't try and mother fucking bullshit me for a second, all though of course you will. I would love to have all of this stopped, as you would love to not have the worry of my abilities to damage your precious empire and capitalism out of control. Still, this seemingly endless stalemate fight between us rages on, and will, because you don't have the stones to stop this and work with me, against these quantum forces. You know I am not a nut. You know it is all real a million times better than I do, and this is why you closed the books. This is why I faced the unfathomable brick wall of AT&T in 1983. This is why I had the fucking brainpower to use your Copyright Office, to at least keep some kind of record and proof that I lived here on this Earth, and indeed suffered through these inconceivable and monstrous woes. If I knew a better way, I would not have bothered the Library of Congress with tons of garbage, over the past 36 years since 1975. If you think I will ever forget the many ugly details, of my moving from 1802 Robin Hill apartments in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG, into 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, on the 1st day of February of 1983, you are sadly-Carrie unforgettably mistaken. The entire EW is also in for a rude awakening, if they think what they have done to me since the early eighties, will go unpunished. The evil that you have done, magically has gone 180 degrees, and has now revealed, and goes on revealing; no matter how you may now try and avoid it; all the truths in my entire miserable hell ridden life.

I am going to tell the powers that be in this world, my powerful recent interaction, somewhere in hyperspace. A number of days ago, I retired to bed around 1 or so in the morning, and fell into an instant weird as shit sleep. Strange noises were all around me, in my room, but not. Then I was back in 1986, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. Suddenly, I go up and realized the calendar showed the time as December in 1986, a quarter of a fucking century ago. It was my birthday, the 4th, coming up shortly. My mother was an entirely different person, so I was not in a localized hyperspace, but more distant. I hated my neighbors, what else is new?, in the reality that I remember now in waking present 2011 life, but over there, I had made friends with them, the ass holes from the next yard to the south of Richard Barf Karpf's home at 1931 Marlton Pike, one and the same thing as Route #70. Blog 0270 seems appropriate for all this to be happening. The Wolf clan would say this is purely unintentional and coincidental, but I know it is always a little more than that, because I understand the Quantum worlds where everything that we think we are, is all inside of. Simply put peeps, there are two powerful secrets in this living world of the non-dead folks, one may be talked about on science channels, not both. It goes like this. Nothing is the same if event A is observed, or not observed. The observation of the event-A is part of the event-A. It literally is one thing if observed, and if ignored by all of the 6th dimension, it then becomes the event, with the difference of the inclusion of a variation. Said in another way, observed it is an apple pie, and ignored, it is an apple pie in a state of quantum flux, where it can become observed as the pie, or ignored and re-observed, as the same energy of this pie, but in a totally different form, still equal to E=MC-SQ, however, this goes beyond that formula that is used for multiple purposes. Many laboratory scientists have experimented with a complicated and expensive, relative to my resources anyway; set of scientific parameters that constitute so-called legitimate scientific research. However, as the nineteen eighties ended and gave birth to the nineties; a friend of mine and myself, were forced against out wills, to do our own experiments, and take my word for it when I say, it beat the living shit out of any laboratory experiment that has been unclassified and known of by me. There are numerous ways that the human brain can play in the worlds of the QUANTA SYSTEMS, but be warned, as with all things not fully understood, shit happens, side effects, unspeakable reality manifests, and it truly is a Donna Summer one way door that goes way beyond the earliest morning light of Alaskan Junes. Just as atoms have chain reactions, and domino's fall into each other, you need to picture two dudes figuring out how to play a game where it starts with regular sized domino's, only they get more sizable and heavier every so many, say an increase for example picked at pure random, of 5% increase every 30 or 40 blocks. Now this will not seem like a real effect when you dwell on 100 or 1000 or whatever, but starting at our residence in South Jersey, or Eastern Philadelphia, by the time they would reach the skyline of say, New York City, they would be like Empire State Building's falling down onto each other and literally with sufficient force to knock the entire city down. But without continuing on with this, keep in mind that even a broke bum on a ghetto street, can yell “FUCK YOU” at somebody. The trick is what is going to happen after that by approximate nature, or can this approximate nature become interfered with, and with a spiraling domino effect. We found out, it indeed can. We also learned a bigger secret than this, and that would be that everything is in a cycle, and this truth can be used to harness an unmeasured energy in the present times. I only use the word energy as in its scientific terminology, E divided by T is P. ENERGY divided by TIME, equals POWER, and power is measured as work. An amount of weight lifted, or a total amount of weight moved, etcetera. Energy is measured in 'ERGS' however, not in events. This is way to complex to blog about on an internet. Let me continue, and simplify; as best as is possible. We were not trying to produce work-energy or ERGS, but EVENT-ENERGY, that cannot as yet in non-quantum status, be any kind of known measurable item. When I spoke of parlor tricks and magic, along the lines of Carnival games and shows and Vegas Magic Acts, this is indeed a powerful kind of energy. It can be quantified as the power of illusion. Just as enough electricity can electrocute and kill a person, enough illusion can kill, or cause injury, or any one of a million possibilities. On top of that, the power of illusion or reality-mirage (RM), can be merged with other energies, and I am speaking more of the unmeasurable types, all though anything can be done.

Yes, I altered the events of the entire Planet Earth, and this is no science fiction thriller work here. This is the blog, and the true words, of an admission of guilt; to a crime for which in 2011, there is no legal ability, for any law enforcement agency that I am aware of anyway, to legally prosecute me in any known atomic plus sized court of law. Before I go further on however, I did not wake up one day and decide to do experiments in world of the quantum, n or am I some evil Frankenstein fucking monster. There are many rumors floating around about me, the biggest one is that I am a huge nut, and to which I simply retort, there is a chapter in a best seller book, that tells how indeed I appear as a nut, as this was predetermined by powerful forces all ready established in the worlds of the quantum, and I speak of the BLUEBOOK.

Moving back for now, to the wild “DREAM” where it was my 32nd birthday again, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USAESMWG; we can return, and will most definitely return, I'll assure you my readers, to this quantum topic, but for now, I was talking about the neighbors from the south end yard, being my good friends over in this other universe, somewhere in the vast hyperspace. The neighbor, was Selena Dada, who I have mentioned in many blogs. She owned a rooming-house in this universe, on Stenton Place, in South-Central Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, back in the nineteen-seventies. She had fallen in love with the audio speakers that I had built, and over there, not only did I have the ones that I had here at that time, but I had built a really strange pair that were like no others, and had just applied for a patent on them. She was offering me millions of dollars for them, and I was laughing and told her I would build her a pair for cost, and that would be 600 bucks. She told me that because I was so nice and not charging what she wanted to offer me, that she was going to tell me that the ghost of JH that appeared to me in 1974 on the beach near the Atlantic City Central Pier, 'as he did in this universe where I am typing this, only she did not say that', had been a parlor trick. I asked her to tell me more, and she sat down on a bright orange loveseat, that I never owned over here in this universe 25 years ago by the way; and she looked at me with soft eyes, and spoke in a softer voice than before, and told me to remember how she had made a big deal about my shoes back in 1974. I told her that I remembered it well. She then told me that my shoes were magical, and that just as with the mythical 'Dorothy' , and the mythical 'Wizard of Oz' movie; I never knew that those shoes were magical, and then it hit me in the DREAM, and listen super carefully peeps, this is quite huge. These shoes never got old, I remembered that totally. I kept them since they were purchased in 1973 while going to the PCI computer school at the Cherry Hill Mall, at the One Cherry Hill Building, Suite 400, operated by Pete Hasse of WFIL-AM Radio in Philly, along with a mobster named Tedesco, who indeed knew James Hoffa, and other Sicilian Club Members. Selena Dada told me to ask my shoes a question, any question, quote, end of quote. I did. I asked why the word MI got onto the master open reel tape of the song I had done a few months back, and copyrighted, called, “Real good girl”. The shoes answered me back, in my own voice. They were one monotone sound of my exact voice, and they spoke just as tad louder than normal conversation, but not at a shouting level. The answer was, The sound on the tape is known in the future as a quantum fitting. I thought the shoes were mocking me, and they gave me sillier answers as I persisted on with the MI-MYSTERY. They insisted there was no knock on the door, no Propophol spray in the face, or anything weird at all, merely that what needed to go on the tape, became observed onto it. Selena interrupted the agitated conversation between my shoes and myself, suddenly, and she said to me, her friend is a Quantum Physicist, and he talked at length with her on the subject, and she went on to explain many things to me. This will be topic for a future blog. It seems that I was in a small hypnotic trance when hearing keywords or suggestions, ever since 1969 when the great PK had her way with me on Fireworks Night, under the boardwalk. She had told me earlier before she forced me to have sex with her, that she had many friends in the world of education. She told me that she would do me a favor in return for giving her a Huntington Daughter, and relinquishing any hold or rights on her. I asked her what this quid pro quo would be, putting it of course in the language of a fourteen and a half year old boy. She said that I would receive a high school diploma without ever attending a high school, and also, that she would be monitoring me for the rest of my life to make sure that I am all right, but I can never ever see my future daughter. If I ever broke my promise, the full weight of the Empire State Building in NYC would come down on me until the day that I die. On the 15th day of August at just past ten at night, in 1986, this is exactly what happened. But more than that happened, said Selena, in this powerful ass dream a few nights back. She said that if I ever saw her, it would begin right away, and then I would see her seven years later, with no memory of the event, and that more horrendous nightmares would come to me down the road a result, through the unremembered encounter, than could be fathomed. Also, it would lead to my Pandora Box, a flooding of memories that would invoke a family reunion that would cause me to lose everything I have in the world. When I awoke from this powerful interaction, I now am seriously wondering if I have a daughter by the name of Leticia Tilley, and three grandchildren. In any event, I never a chance to say what I was supposed to say at the Harvest. Why have you wiped me out so badly, my lovely Paula King, AKA, ~~~~~~~~~~~?

Major Saturday strings of hell, finally broke. I did have one fire alarm, there never is a weekend without at least one. Still, this weekend has been a tad bit quieter. Selena Dada may have died for all I know, I think Colorado John did, and that is why the vivid interaction happened with him back around the time my blogs were new, and I was still living in my trailer, in Mullica Township. Still, what she said about the great building in NYC, caused me to do my three videos again, only differently this time, up on the U-TUBE. In order to view them, you would go to U-Tube. Then they are titled under artist MARK MOHR, either WANNA' SPEND MY TIME, DON'T HIDE NINA, and MI APOLOGY SONG. No one goes up to my sites, they never have. It is all a parlor trick. I found out that it is against the U-Tube policy, so I wonder how other people get thousands and millions of hits, and I get none. Is this a real reality, or part of Selena and Paula's Quantum Punishment of the HUNTINGTON CURSE, but not in reverse? Only the yellow sheets in Washington-13 have these answers, I'll bet. Oh well, the Quantum IS, and it waits for no one. It is and it isn't, and at the same time. It can produce infinite illusions, and makes all of us PAS entities participate in their game with no start and no stop, it always was and will be, an ongoing mirage, and no one is smart enough to get it. If the government really was so smart and had a clue, they wouldn't be poking around all through my life, since I met you Patty, they do not know, but you do, and I know that. Happy driver license collections. Why not get together with Perkowski and trade comic books and ball cards with plastic identities? You know, roller skates, keys, chains, and BOBS. I am very sad that you did me this way PK. The only reason I broke my word in 1986, was because of what Selena said in the dream. They could not allow me to prosper and break the curse that you would be putting on me, so do you see how the casino round robin of time-squared Star Trek, caused this entire debokle in the first place? What will be, all ready was caused by what was. Is this fair? Please end the Huntington Curse, Patty. Thank you so much, and no hard feelings, sweet love.

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