SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0267

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0267
KING NEBNOOSHOO OF RELATIVE BABYLON
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“EVERYTHING REMAINS CONSTANTLY RELATIVE”

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Folks, at half past one this afternoon, ANOTHER NASTY LOUD FIRE ALARM WENT OFF. As I said, and will now reiterate on this Sunday afternoon, with or without my daughter with me at the aquarium; Mizz-H, and as I speak, a loud and low aerial assault is striking me at my residence at precisely mother fucking seven minutes past two, this weekend DEATH SIEGE BOTBAR FUCKING HELL, is monstrous, deplorable, despicable, abominable, insatiable, horrendous, and comes from WOMO-SATAN, same thing, this thing or whatever it truly is, will always be a endlessly remain, without one pico-ounce of humanity or heart, or without shame or conscience, sinking not to any known low, as any known or dreamed of low by any other NON-WOMO enemy, is mountaintops and Hubble telescope ranges away in distant and unfathomable great heights. Yes, as I said before, there was a new fire-alarm-system implemented a short while ago, and I was speaking to the installer in my own apartment on the day that my unit was being switched over to the new system, and was told that far less alarms will go off now as they are less sensitive than before; just as safe, just less false positives so to speak. The Housing Authority is fined by the township for every single time the Fire Company needs to come out and switch things off after examining carefully for safety, whose apartment triggered the alarm, that is the way that the system is designed. I know very well, that the change, all though I cannot officially ever measure it for two reasons, one is that I am not always at home, and two, no data was collected and stored by me before the change, but I am not a stupid dummy either, and can reasonably say with good accuracy, that basically if any change or reduction has occurred, it is 5 or maybe 10 percent tops, and this could be combinations of wishful thinking, variances caused by my happening to be home or not home, and so forth. However, a man came up to me on my job who may be a Fort Pierce Fireman, I am leaving things there. He seemed to know about the Hammer-Man and his hostility against and towards me ever since he took his mallet to my 1994-Saturn hubcap, outside of the psychic shop in west Deptford, New Jersey in June of 1996, when he was a mere lad of fifteen and two thirds years of age. All anyone has to do is pay someone to 'accidentally burn their food' or really, be a lot cleverer than this, and never directly, but through friends of friends, it really is not even all that of an impressive 'magic trick', all though the illusion appears to be so powerfully magic, to use the words of Mister Ron Wirtz, the dude who I dealt with back in the nineteen-nineties, from the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, in new Jersey, after first meeting him and his side kick Donna Spinosi, on the 5th day of freaking December, in the just-pre L&O days, in 1989, wow, the ideas I give to these people, the (EW) and others, Jeepers-creepers, golly gash darn gee whiz willagars, and other copyright owned material of the Mountainpen from 1988 and 1989. But folks, speaking of magic tricks, let us discuss a major powerhouse topic, MAGIC, as out TRS for the day's counterstrike for somebody's paid for over, cooked lunch; here at the PHA Building at 7th and Avenue B, in 'FTPFLUSAESMWG', or Fort Wonderful Pierce, Florida, United States of America, Planet Earth, System Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, or really, Galaxy Galaxy, as the SIDEWALK SCIENTISTS KNOW, along with how energy is mass times the speed of light squared has been a bit misunderstood by those with high school diplomas and degrees beyond that, it really is quite a fascinating documentary to watch, and ki hope feverishly that the Public Broadcasting Network re-airs this again in my local area soon, and on a channel not fixed by COMCAST to be non-recordable on all VCR's that have no built in tuners, they are impossible to get anymore, gee I wonder why, like DUH. Magic is a major thing. Both the great Gene Roddenberry of STAR TREK knew it, and so his people, and so do the people financed through the purse strings of EP Mister Dick Wolf, of all the fantastic “Law & Order” television show shows, that all Sabrina Collins sprang into Lauderdale-Action and existence right after my original contact with my own Jack McCoy, or actually, CCP, ADA, Ronald Wirtz, in Camden, New Jersey. What a name for a great Florida fort, no loud drums, no one getting pierced, just aquarium rhymes from a wonderful long ago Tuesday afternoon, huh, EW? Symbolic truth is as powerful or nearly as powerful, as is the great GAWNUM, folks. After-all, I was on the AMTRACK train one day in middle December on 1983, heading down to visit my Chief Recording Engineer, in Orlando, Florida, Howard Solomon; still known by the Elders in the great RIAA, (the music industry) to outsiders, and buyers, and most fans, and ended up chasing my Fort Daughterdale out onto some strange roads in Washington-13-DC, trying to make her give me back my glorified lap-top, invented by a cousin of her great mom, who gave me one of her many fake names in the sixties, Paula. When things did not work out too well between Howard and myself at his home in Orlando, I called my Uncle John Mason of Fort Daughterdale, and he came up and picked me up and brought me down there for several days, and then put me back onto the AMTRACK train north, to 30th Street in Philadelphia; where I then met up with the great eminent and illustrious Jim Burr; who then proceeded to transport me back home to my apartment, at Robin Hill in Voorhees Township, New Jersey, Apartment number 506. Now speaking of the TV show called, “LAW AND ORDER”, which undoubtedly was the greatest law-show ever; surpassing even Perry Mason; and running for the magical 21 years in its original non spin off show; I was watching yesterday, on my local lineup on the COMCAST CABLE, oh and don't panic, I dropped your bill under the dining table and found it Saturday; and threw it into the building outgoing mail slot, along with another bill, that will arrive before being late, so I am very sorry that your payment will be a week late, as this was certainly not intentional, I promise; but moving this along now; CHANNEL-18-FORT 'PIERCE', 'OUCH'; learn to get a sense of humor and laugh Paul, this is why you are sickly and I, being the same age as you, am healthy; by the way sir; but on this channel-18, was an afternoon marathon of Criminal-Intent L&O, with the dude I dig so much and call Detective Genius, and by the way a few blogs away, the word was supposed to read the word 'DETECTIVE', but Satan made it come out 'DECEIVE', to make me look like a Bruce Goldberg nut, and wreck even more, my shotty credibility. If I was 3-6 years old, we could make this read the way spellchecker wants it to read for whatever reason, my snotty credibility. Kids and runny noses, its like death and taxes, all parents know that. Still, let us resume the topic of magic, as it is a major TRS for this day's attack, and the total fucking ruination of my entire mother fucking weekend. I had never seen this one particular episode until yesterday afternoon. It was the one with the dude who tried to be buried underground for a month to eclipse similar and previous magic tricks, and he was murdered for his trouble. After the show, I began doing some soul searching, with magic and parlor tricks in general, tricks used by psychics, and so forth. Drugs are used by most people in the RIAA. There is no other way the Tubercular RA and her peeps would have agreed to help you bilk me out of nearly ten thousand dollars, Paula YOU witch, of Glendorawica, New Jersey. I tried running a scam on her and she saw right through it, now I know why she was able to, and have put together trillions of things in my life. I no longer believe in any of this religion and Christianity bullshit, it all is a huge parlor hoax, filled with mixes of technology and skilled illusions. Also, thank you Patrick Jane, all though I do not totally understand all of the tricks, the placing in my mind the day on the bus when I saw Glorious Sarah Pipe, near the Ruffo Ford, was ingenious. So was your totally marvelous fabulous trick, that trumped all tricks in 1969, well, both of them; but the real eclipsing stunt, will need to remain out of blogging range, for now; for purposes of my personal safety, like DUH. The one I can openly discuss without getting Jesus, Joseph, and Mary involved, or similar stunts and antics, is the incredible way you pulled off absconding my motorcycle chain. Here is the exposure of the trick folks, after 6 years of blogging and 40 + years of my going nuts over it, all a simple MI-PARLOR-STUNT, right Pat?

In early December in the year of 1969, while attending the Bancroft School on Hopkins Lane off of Kings Highway, in Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG; I was approached by a woman who shone some type of necklace at me, and it was filled with colored glass that reflected a brilliant early morning and just pre-winter-time low angled sun. The colors were brilliant and nearly blinding. I heard a echoed voice that seemed to skip, I was asleep or almost, barely able to stand up. The lady had to grab my arm to prop me in a continual standing position. I had just hypnotized a fellow male student at this school a few weeks before, somewhere between 2-6,or at least this is the best that I remember; and I also remember getting into incredible trouble for this deed. The same lady that practically took off my head for performing this hypnosis on my fellow student, Doctor Knipe, if memories are not altered or tampered with, was now hypnotizing me. She took my keys to my apartment, and demanded that I tell he the combination of the padlock in my bedroom closet, to my strongbox where my special chain and BOB were both carefully hidden from the world. She told me then that on lunch break, go into her automobile and it will be unlocked on the passenger side rear side, and look underneath a folded newspaper, and take my keys back that she will have placed there, and then just put the newspaper back, lock the car door, and close it, and as it closes, the clicking sound will make me totally forget the entire encounter, making me wonder how I got to the parking lot during lunch break, 50 yards down the Hopkins Lane from where I normally hung out with my friends. Sure enough, this all did happen, and she made a duplicate key, and with the combination of the padlock, she was able before lunch time, to drive the less than three miles over to my Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment on Oakland Avenue, Dellway Arms apartments, #o-15, and the letters matched the numbers, 1-16, and A-P by the way, something I never ever saw before, and I have lived all over the world as cousin Melanie Safka would put it so eloquently, huh Paula Lovely Duplicates King? All in less than hour's time, this deed was done. Doctor Knipe knew fully well, that my mom worked over at the world famous then, Lavino Shipping Company of Philadelphia, that no one else was in the household, thus with me there at school, as she was our principle, and my mom at work across the Delaware River over in Philly-57-Hickey-Hockey-Sticks, she was safe to use her BRAND NEW KEY, to get inside the apartment, go to my closet in the bedroom, open my strongbox, and take out the chain, and leave with no evidence of the deed ever being done. Only the Patrick Jane's and the Paula Uwich's of the world could pull off such mastered trickery and super ass parlor con games, I mean really, making me see this all this time as so magical, but I am not done yet, Red Colorado John Henningsen Lois Foca Goddess Jehovah Scylla Rock-Singer Google!!!!

It would take me another couple of years, before my moms coworker, Patricia Hollister, put me cleverly onto the FASCITAR. This is all told on many prior blogs from years ago, I have no time now to reiterate any ODF these details, maybe later on another future blog I will. The Fascitar is a powerful method of doing Astral-Projection, and then moving onto the Astral Plane, or remaining in the hyperspace, and being able to cause many effects, something too cool to believe, until you too practice these magical arts and parlor tricks. Don't judge my words yet, you are just in an infancy stage of learning some really fucking powerful stuff, with or without clearing your dry and suffering throats folks. Have mercy on me General Ulysses, your great great granddaughter is in on all this, you know, here in Florida, sir, not up north, YO. Paula King took the Fascitar far beyond where anyone else on this planet ever has, creating an Astral Plane family and city, and is now in charge of many worlds here in the realm of the waking and physical. The bible and the Christianity cult is the biggest deception, hoax, and parlor trick, since MI DAUGHTER was born and met me at age 16 for the 2nd time, in Manhattan. I am happy you could do so much with that tape, MI wonderful BEG, you know, President Bush's favorite song was Brown Eyed Girl, ask his parlor trick election following administration peeps, they may share all sorts of goodies with you. Do not worry about me, if the Ding Man shows up around here, he knows he is headed straight for the Everglades, one way!!!! You just take care of you. I will do all the things that you told me, so tell Chicky's boss, I got the message, and will always obey my TQ. *** END***