KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 072
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CH-072-021511.799----TUESDAY EVENING
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
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Yesterday, Monday was a pretty quiet day. Today, Tuesday is back to the freaking usual, HEAVY MILITUFORCE OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE, skies are loud with planes and choppers, the neighborhood is loud with music and other annoyances. Work was off the scale bad this morning, I suffered another bad as freaking attack there. Still the powerful MILLIONTH-COUNCIL is the force that is really behind the OZ curtains, as choppers roared overhead all day, and could be heard inside the Orange Avenue Harvest Building, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ if you wish to click in and look around a little. My photo is continually revolving around, the fellow shown after me, also named Mark, is a story you many know a little about if you have accessed late May of OH-MAROLA-TEN blogs. This was the dude that repaired my car when it mysteriously broke down the very time of my move from White City in the RV, to this 26th Street current residence, YO.
This is going to tell some interesting shit, as when I am p-persecuted by this diseased super scum bags club, I have no other way of exacting my revenge and retaliation but to get online and tell my story and scream out what IS and what HASW been happening to me and going on around me for over a mother fucking half century now, and this is just my current APDD (ASTRAL-PLANE DREAM-DOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may label this, my current 'lifetime'. It is merely two different descriptions of the very same precise thing, BRO. I know for a fucking total certainty that my enemies absolutely despise my doing this with a passion, as they one by one took away the few peeps in my circle who I used to be able to talk to about my problems and the difficulties of the days and now I am lefty only with blogging on the mother fucking internet, and I'll fucking use whatever means is available to me, the airplanes crashing into buildings terrorism syndrome, is another way of describing my nightmare.
One thing I must admit to is what I will now label as the illusion of my past. Name a stinking rotten decade, and SATAN or Apollo-Lucifer has made it a nightmare hell for me. The 60's, the 70's, the 80's, the 90's, and the twenty-ohs, and now the 20-teens, all of these periods have been horrific and putrid, and if I have ever tried to mislead myself or my blog in any way about this, then I have been totally kidding and deceiving myself at the speed of fucking light squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things have happened to me in each of these decades, and on a totally continual and constant basis, that whether any of my readers like what I now say or not, I am flat out telling you, none of you would have survived one of these 10-year periods, in fact not one single year. This is just one plus one is two truth, sorry if anyone is offended.
Now when looking at the odds for all of the wild shit that played out in my freaking life, what really would they be honestly calculated at? Lightning Goddesses, a dozen recording artists, the Paul's and the Paula's of my nightmare existence, the strange deaths of both my mother and my best fried David Roth, the Atco, New Jersey choking condition, and if you analyze my blog work in full, then you know the list would go right off these pages. Pants not going down to my shoes, strobe light attacks, pulsar star choppers, dreams that see into the future in full quadrophonic high fidelity sound and both technicolor and panoramic view, and not dreams of small things like a crash of a plane that I am on in 5 years, but the Challenger Disaster, the World Series of 2008, medical offices that become future homes where I reside, and not ordinary families involved, but cousins of the very top all time female recording artist of this planet. But this is not the revenge secret, and what is, is coming now. When I opened up the topic of the great all mighty Lenny McKinnon the other day and told you tghat this all led to the gangster rap music and the culture of the entire scene that went with it, there was a reason for all of it happening, just as their was a reason why I found another top artist's demo project, HAIR, by Donna Gaines, in an attic at the RPL Recording Studios of 1100 State Street, in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG in the middle of October of the year of 1980, and just shy of that came the powerful dream where SCYLLA, all frown up, sang HER song to me, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS', or LOIS FOCA for short, the run in that I had just shortly after this with the dude that said that he would destroy my car, and sure enough that very night, HE DID, after refusing to let him ride with me, on Browning Road, right past the world famous Edmund Scientific Company, whose catalogs circulate the globe to this very moment and day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1969 and 1980 were a lot more than mathematical PITSY years and times for me. 1969 is when Paula King raped me on the July holiday under the boardwalk, and what can you expect, despite it being a full 16 years before I ever wrote the lyrics on the song SARAH on the 12th of May of 1996, but did I say 16 years? I believe I sure did, and this of course is the eternal endless and forever age of the All Mighty Scylla, out in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on the Astral Plane, also known as Lordess Jehovah Neecy of the Krassle family, (SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE).
Forgetting all of this, and “the things I've done”, Copyright Examiners of 1997, and in moving on up here as we make our freaking way along the year of 2011 and the PITSY-#4 for me, let me tell how I have forced myself to see a huge monster size illusion in many ways when looking back through time. I have accused many of seeing things through rose colored glasses while all along, the pair that I've been wearing all along are most likely by far much thicker than the ones worn by the others who I have mentioned so often, beginning with my own damn mother, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes for example the year 1969 was quite wonderful at least by my own life and years of comparisons. I had my pal Ziggy, I went to the seashore every weekend all summer, I was still enjoying having good eyesight, I had my favorite television show to watch every weekday by the name of “Dark Shadows”, I was not under the pressure any longer of attending a regular high school when placed in the special education system around this very time42 years ago to this very date, and so on and so forth I could go. But while all this was happening, I was also, and totally without my knowledge, under total observation by some group of weird human beings, as well as the real behind the OZ curtain force that organized therm all and placed them all around my proximity, for reasons and with goals and motives that would defy 1,000 books ever written all together by the Spielberg and the Patterson peeps of this pathetic puny little ignorant world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this is not having the quintessential rose colored glasses on, then SOME ONE OUT HERE, PLEASE SHOOT ME A MESSAGE, AND TELL ME WHAT WOULD FREAKING BE, PWEEEEEEEEEZE, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALL EARS lads and lassies and Labradors, YO. If the top comedian of all times, RD, had not been involved in the mix by telling me on Brad's telephone that day in late spring of 1969, to be careful and stay away from Atlantic City, it still would be enough to more than peek the interest and curiosity of Jack McCoy on LAW & ORDER, if such a character was not a fictitious one, and had existed back in 1969, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What pisses me off more than words can ever express, is that I have had enough legwork done for me to know that there is a good chance that right here in this world and not some trans-dimensional part of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, that the accident in the taxicab of a maternal and not vehicular nature, was not some stupid dream, but more memory suppression from my favorite somnambulist and DOMINANT-EXPLORATRON known by many in the eastern New Jersey area 40-50 years back, Paula King, as first off I do not believe in a lot of accidents, nor a lot of freaking ass 'coincidences', YO. I would rather make up my own word, and it is called, “INTENTIONALS”. Let's look at accidents, on a machine realm, as I am way too ignorant of computers and the internet to have ever planned all this freaking bullshit and then carried it all out so damn perfectly and meticulously. When Ed 'Himacane' Lynch who built my website called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, created it, I gave him 150 dollars, and he put up what I still believe was a very nice little website, that was there to be an attachment of a sort to my blogging work, and the telling of my nightmare life story. I could not afford to keep up the annual dues however, as it was not a free website. It has been down since late 2008, but not too late 20078, and here is the magic involved, Scylla, or no Scylla. If you type into a search engine, and especially the great NSA/CIA-MARY CARTER PAINTS COMPANY OWNED “GOOGLE”, you will get a lot more than just ALEX JONES, one of my great hero's, but you also will get a pop up that leads you to older works of my blogs at another GOOGLE OWNED spot, www.blogger.com/ and on it is the name of the blog project, and the name is actually called, MORIANITY FOUNDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no more planned this than I planned 2 have the (mighty teen Nick) take me back to my high school, the Haddon Township High School, in the year of 1968 when he'd be about minus age twelve, or have him take me as a grown man to a strange hotel up in Boston, and then back to Philly on Halloween day, the same day that I had copyrighted my past three prior works down in Washington, DC-13, to view the big World Series Parade when the Philadelphia Phillies won the 2000 game, 6 weeks before it happened, and by the way this is all verifiable, just archive my old blogs, it is all there and nobody dares to try and take it down.
When I discuss my 4 PITSY years, 1969, 1980, 1994, and 2011 or this year, I am not saying that these were not far better years than any of my other years, that claim remains valid and true, it is not in any way in dispute. When I say rose colored glasses, it would take half an eternity to really try and explain in any meaningful way, that things never really alter for me and that I am totally aware and always have been totally aware, that a sinister and hideous and very mysterious covert invisible force is behind all of the sum total of all events that played out in my life. I find it more difficult on a day to day basis to believe in ANY coincidences. Christians call them GOD-incidences, which shows me that at least they are onto the reality that shit far beyond this puny planet is involved with all of us poor awake ass mortals, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Way more will be talked about and expanded on from where this all opened yup, especially how wonderful 1969 seemed to be, only all along, a duality was existing, always the great duality, a seemingly inescapable paralleling with the life of MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN OR 'Mark Wayne Mohr of Hammonton, New Jersey', ONLY NOW IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, but still in the good old USAESMWG, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The 2nd part of the blog in chronological-order will be very short tonight, I am tired and need to eat, bathe, and crash. When all of the shit that was unfolding during the first 3-6 years of my life that I mentioned so far was all happening, so was my insatiable desire to learn and know the unknowable. Even at 3 years of age my mom would remind me of how I would never stop asking questions, what comes after a million, where does the sky end, and so forth. Not too many toddlers make the leap that I did once I learned a few of these facts however. I was not the only child prodigy, there have been a numerous bunch of these pathetic and usually miserable people. But I doubt that any of the others from Mozart to Whiz-kid-Charlie went running down the street at age 3 from a neighboring home back to where my mother was at the home of her parents, owned solely by granny as my grandfather had passed on and woke up from this bullshit quite a while back, the man who owned and ran the famous New Jersey Camp Miquon at Brant Beach on Long Beach Island, and what was said by me was a little bit strange for any child to come to realize, or adult for that matter. It went and I quote, “Mommy now I know where the sky ends, it's where my grand daddy is”.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 071
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL
DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) WLSBT-
CH-071-021311.877-SUNDAY NIGHT
SUBTITLE: THE MAGIC OF PITSY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
There are a million things to say. I discussed on many blogs throughout my blogging career, how the stock market was always an undeniable barometer for reflecting the image of my life and how well or poorly it is doing, and that the parallel connection is seemingly infinite as well as totally 'unescapable', and screw you spell checker, as I can think of no other word that fits. As I said before and before and befreakingfore, it will keep right on shooting UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, am I wrong? G|Have I been wrong ever since I said it would go the other way after bottoming out in the mid sixty mother fucking five hundreds?????????????? Or am I totally and absolutely, utterly, fully, wholly and completely, ON THE DAMN FREAKING MONEY 100%+++++++???????????????? Then we ask, is my life getting totally WORSE and WORSE AND WORSE with the passing of each and every mother fucking month and year??????? The answer is a loud ass resounding monster ass YES!!!!!! But before anybody decides that this run away EVIL EMPIRE FREIGHT TRAIN FROM FREAKING HELL FIRE, is absolutely omnipotent with never any chances for a glitch or a belly ache, we also bear in mind the unforgettable and seemingly powerful mathematical reality of the PORT IN THE STORM or PITSY phenomenon. 1969-1980-1994-2011, these are four of my PITSY years, and if we take the number 1969 and add to it the sum of (11), we get 1980. Then if we add another 11 as well as an additional (3) for each jump, we get the series as shown above. The next one or PITSY-5 would be 2011 plus 11 plus 3 plus three plus 3, for three more jumps, along with the eleven, all added up together. Is there any magic in the PITSY, would be the average person's question, and the majority of cold readers stumbling onto a blog like this with no knowledge of me at all, would insist that this is total and utter nonsense, and I would reply, fine, if you can believe in 3 powerful ass hyper time major coincidences. I say this simply because every year of my life has been horrible and rotten and deplorable beyond imagination, that is all years except these 3, 1969, 1980, and 1994. Can these 3 fairly OK years and terrific years for me in a personal life comparative factor, really just be some random chance occurrence????????? If you had lived my life, not one of you would believe your way, you would see it my way., with or without any help whatsoever from Franky Blue-eyes Sinatra!!!!!! Going back to the clearer and more recent year of 1994, as opposed to the other two of them before this, I remember things literally just falling into place all around me, in my favor, when all I was ever used to for what seemed mother fucking eternity at that point, was pure shit swallowing hell. First the sports strike came, which backed off the harassment and persecution a million fold as they had no parallel-event game to play and fuck with me on, my credit not only was restored as it had been ten years since my first bankruptcy that I declared after returning from my first trip to Florida around middle December in 1983, to Orlando, to visit with the Chief Recording Engineer, now retired from that position, from the famous RPL Recording Studios of Camden, New Jersey, Google them up. That autumn in the year of 1983, the final adjudication for the bankruptcy was completed and exactly 9 years and 9 months later, my credit was wiped clear and was reestablished, only like 'magic', I was offered more than one hundred thousand dollars in personal unsecured credit, and had literally dozens of MasterCard and Visa Cards. I was awarded Social Security Disability on my 'first application', an event somewhere between rare and unheard of, I've been told my many peeps since. I joined a luxurious swim and health club called Haddonwood, run by the wonderful and mysterious Tony Zenun, and my buddy Dave Roth and I would enjoy many nightly excursions into the Jersey Pine Barrens where we were the reincarnations of Daniel Boone and enjoyed exploring the great woods, especially at night. Even the MARK MOHR HATEPAGE on the internet makes reference by one commenter about these lovely woods, calling me the Jersey Devil, and fittingly so as it is sponsored quite COINCIDENTALLY, perhaps, by the great DONNA SUMMER, 'DJ-not disco queen', but still, some odds there book makers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had a thin ass dime for every one of these types of coincidence, right down 2 the years where I am cut some mysterious break and how they do fit precisely into a math formula based on numbers eleven and three, I would own a new Caddy and a home on the ocean, free and clear. The other mind bending 'coincidence' is the birth and fatherhood of NC. The part that I admit messes up, is that the high school deal and the time trip is two years off, as 1996 and not 1994 was when bad ass teenager Nick took me there and then his buddy and he stole my oblatron box in my Saturn car, of course we all know where planet-6 gets its name, or should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, he could argue with me that it was my car, but then I would argue back, then you admit that you stole the oblatron or the TTD from me back before I could get it hard wired into the trunk. But while we are on the topic of astronomical stuff, the great star that visited me at Cifaloglio that night in 2007 if memory is correctly serving me has an interesting Latin name, and if it is not the biggest star in the known universe, it sure looks that way from here at night on this Earth to the naked eye, and quite apropos for the naming of the 'biggest star', anyway. If the average person thinks, and some have told me this and you all are totally off base, that I am the one here with the fixation, by the way; it only is because peeps tend to always see things in reverse. As unfathomable as that or the other sounds to a reader, it is her that was fixated, and this is how all of this began about three years back. The blogs should you tediously read them through, show the evidence to this claim quite conclusively. You can see how much I truly care about the music world and its peeps, this is Grammy night and I am blogging and doing my own thing and could care freaking less about that bullshit, it never was nor ever will be any part of my world, I basically don't give a fucking shit about music, I can write a song yes, but that is merely a coincidence. So if friends all say that I am mean, and my heart is as cold as an ice machine, then THEY DO!!! And I DON'T care, not about what they say, or any of this as well. Still, the magic is in the PITSY, just as any Christian will shout out that the power is in the blood, hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The ports in my stormy years that are 1969 and 1980 and 1994 were real, and in no way imagined. You all know me, my readers. If I do not have a good day, I do not get up here and say a lot of nice stuff. When I tell you that these 3 years cut me a freaking break, to quote the style of “REAL GOOD GIRL” © 1986, THEY DID!!!!!! It would break a powerful mathematical existing trend should 2011 not bring me some kind of a freaking ass break, so I remain hopeful, after-all, 1994 did not get going for me until the middle of the spring time, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of music, if anybody reading these words wants a cash bonus upon my successful law suit, and can get me a copy of the song supposedly ripping me off that is listed several blogs back, the amount is one-thousand dollars. I will sign a document to that effect and have it notarized by my county clerk, and send anyone a copy that wants to help me and can get a copy of it sent to my e-mail or however it is done, you would need to explain that to me as well; remember that you are reading words spoken from a dude going on his sixties pretty soon. I am no spring ass chicken partners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow Paul Pedersen of Studio Park Records, saw that recent photo, don't hardly recognize you bro, you and time have had some good boxing matches, BRAH!!!!!!!!! Oh well, it beats the matches that are involved when Robert McGuire gets connected up into shit. How do you sleep at night, you, Billy, Sally, when I am done, this attempt at making me disappear will all blow up in all your faces, and all totally legal, this is not some threat so don't try any cute shit mister lawyer degree. It won't be me that goes to jail when this is all said and done, so come armed to the teeth to the table with me my brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have the original job cassette from Discmakers, the Copyright Office can furnish me with copies of my copyrighted certificates and any or all of my works, right down the book that was written ion 1994 by me, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, where I invented 'your' STUDIO PARK RECORDS, you crooked thief you!!!!!!!!! CU in FREAKING COURT SOME DAY MY BOY. U dug yourself a deep ass hole messing around with me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes PITSY is quite magical indeed, even down to the book that I wrote in PITSY-YEAR-#3, that will prove in a court of law, WHO REALLY INVENTED THE GREAT STUDIO PARK RECOERDS OF NEW JERSEY, so get ready to be called into a litigation proceeding, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on not one, but on 2 CASES, SPR, and (THE CHRIST ANDROID), oh yes sir, that good old hate page, just punch in MARK MOHR OF HAMMONTON NEW JERSEY, and click into the MP3 things that have titles, one of them being as shown above. Yes the 6-planet and the 12-planet, and then we have the great star, first the 1969 PITSY TRINITRAIL of the cold blue winter skies of December, followed about 37 years later by the great PULSAR STAR morphed chopper of the mighty and the great 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE' of the Earth world waking realms doppelganger system.
The chronological second part of the blog will not be long because it is late, I'm tired, and need to crash and get up to go to work. When I was 3 or 4 years old in this current Astral Plane Dream Down or APDD, or 'lifetime', I sat in a high chair in Levittown, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG during a stormy hot summer afternoon. Dad was out with his pals from his treasure salvage life, something he was into before he ever dove off the treasure coast of Florida with the famous Mel Fisher who anyone knows of or can just Google up, and my mom was out of the room a short while, my highchair being situated in the kitchen at the time, and I was gazing out the large window at the rain and the storm. Suddenly a bright flash was outside and I felt warmth and love beyond what words can ever hope to express. In an instant, a stunningly gorgeous ravishing young blond female with extremely long eyes and knee length long bright yellow hair was standing where the flash was just an instant before that. She was so beautiful that even though I was only a toddler, I fell madly in love with her. This was my first encounter with the GREAT GODDESS DIANA, mentioned in the New Testament of the KJV Holy Bible. Naturally I had no idea who this was then at the time of this event, and I most certainly did not know her name, and in fact did not learn that until the year of 1983.
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DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) WLSBT-
CH-071-021311.877-SUNDAY NIGHT
SUBTITLE: THE MAGIC OF PITSY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
There are a million things to say. I discussed on many blogs throughout my blogging career, how the stock market was always an undeniable barometer for reflecting the image of my life and how well or poorly it is doing, and that the parallel connection is seemingly infinite as well as totally 'unescapable', and screw you spell checker, as I can think of no other word that fits. As I said before and before and befreakingfore, it will keep right on shooting UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, am I wrong? G|Have I been wrong ever since I said it would go the other way after bottoming out in the mid sixty mother fucking five hundreds?????????????? Or am I totally and absolutely, utterly, fully, wholly and completely, ON THE DAMN FREAKING MONEY 100%+++++++???????????????? Then we ask, is my life getting totally WORSE and WORSE AND WORSE with the passing of each and every mother fucking month and year??????? The answer is a loud ass resounding monster ass YES!!!!!! But before anybody decides that this run away EVIL EMPIRE FREIGHT TRAIN FROM FREAKING HELL FIRE, is absolutely omnipotent with never any chances for a glitch or a belly ache, we also bear in mind the unforgettable and seemingly powerful mathematical reality of the PORT IN THE STORM or PITSY phenomenon. 1969-1980-1994-2011, these are four of my PITSY years, and if we take the number 1969 and add to it the sum of (11), we get 1980. Then if we add another 11 as well as an additional (3) for each jump, we get the series as shown above. The next one or PITSY-5 would be 2011 plus 11 plus 3 plus three plus 3, for three more jumps, along with the eleven, all added up together. Is there any magic in the PITSY, would be the average person's question, and the majority of cold readers stumbling onto a blog like this with no knowledge of me at all, would insist that this is total and utter nonsense, and I would reply, fine, if you can believe in 3 powerful ass hyper time major coincidences. I say this simply because every year of my life has been horrible and rotten and deplorable beyond imagination, that is all years except these 3, 1969, 1980, and 1994. Can these 3 fairly OK years and terrific years for me in a personal life comparative factor, really just be some random chance occurrence????????? If you had lived my life, not one of you would believe your way, you would see it my way., with or without any help whatsoever from Franky Blue-eyes Sinatra!!!!!! Going back to the clearer and more recent year of 1994, as opposed to the other two of them before this, I remember things literally just falling into place all around me, in my favor, when all I was ever used to for what seemed mother fucking eternity at that point, was pure shit swallowing hell. First the sports strike came, which backed off the harassment and persecution a million fold as they had no parallel-event game to play and fuck with me on, my credit not only was restored as it had been ten years since my first bankruptcy that I declared after returning from my first trip to Florida around middle December in 1983, to Orlando, to visit with the Chief Recording Engineer, now retired from that position, from the famous RPL Recording Studios of Camden, New Jersey, Google them up. That autumn in the year of 1983, the final adjudication for the bankruptcy was completed and exactly 9 years and 9 months later, my credit was wiped clear and was reestablished, only like 'magic', I was offered more than one hundred thousand dollars in personal unsecured credit, and had literally dozens of MasterCard and Visa Cards. I was awarded Social Security Disability on my 'first application', an event somewhere between rare and unheard of, I've been told my many peeps since. I joined a luxurious swim and health club called Haddonwood, run by the wonderful and mysterious Tony Zenun, and my buddy Dave Roth and I would enjoy many nightly excursions into the Jersey Pine Barrens where we were the reincarnations of Daniel Boone and enjoyed exploring the great woods, especially at night. Even the MARK MOHR HATEPAGE on the internet makes reference by one commenter about these lovely woods, calling me the Jersey Devil, and fittingly so as it is sponsored quite COINCIDENTALLY, perhaps, by the great DONNA SUMMER, 'DJ-not disco queen', but still, some odds there book makers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had a thin ass dime for every one of these types of coincidence, right down 2 the years where I am cut some mysterious break and how they do fit precisely into a math formula based on numbers eleven and three, I would own a new Caddy and a home on the ocean, free and clear. The other mind bending 'coincidence' is the birth and fatherhood of NC. The part that I admit messes up, is that the high school deal and the time trip is two years off, as 1996 and not 1994 was when bad ass teenager Nick took me there and then his buddy and he stole my oblatron box in my Saturn car, of course we all know where planet-6 gets its name, or should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, he could argue with me that it was my car, but then I would argue back, then you admit that you stole the oblatron or the TTD from me back before I could get it hard wired into the trunk. But while we are on the topic of astronomical stuff, the great star that visited me at Cifaloglio that night in 2007 if memory is correctly serving me has an interesting Latin name, and if it is not the biggest star in the known universe, it sure looks that way from here at night on this Earth to the naked eye, and quite apropos for the naming of the 'biggest star', anyway. If the average person thinks, and some have told me this and you all are totally off base, that I am the one here with the fixation, by the way; it only is because peeps tend to always see things in reverse. As unfathomable as that or the other sounds to a reader, it is her that was fixated, and this is how all of this began about three years back. The blogs should you tediously read them through, show the evidence to this claim quite conclusively. You can see how much I truly care about the music world and its peeps, this is Grammy night and I am blogging and doing my own thing and could care freaking less about that bullshit, it never was nor ever will be any part of my world, I basically don't give a fucking shit about music, I can write a song yes, but that is merely a coincidence. So if friends all say that I am mean, and my heart is as cold as an ice machine, then THEY DO!!! And I DON'T care, not about what they say, or any of this as well. Still, the magic is in the PITSY, just as any Christian will shout out that the power is in the blood, hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The ports in my stormy years that are 1969 and 1980 and 1994 were real, and in no way imagined. You all know me, my readers. If I do not have a good day, I do not get up here and say a lot of nice stuff. When I tell you that these 3 years cut me a freaking break, to quote the style of “REAL GOOD GIRL” © 1986, THEY DID!!!!!! It would break a powerful mathematical existing trend should 2011 not bring me some kind of a freaking ass break, so I remain hopeful, after-all, 1994 did not get going for me until the middle of the spring time, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of music, if anybody reading these words wants a cash bonus upon my successful law suit, and can get me a copy of the song supposedly ripping me off that is listed several blogs back, the amount is one-thousand dollars. I will sign a document to that effect and have it notarized by my county clerk, and send anyone a copy that wants to help me and can get a copy of it sent to my e-mail or however it is done, you would need to explain that to me as well; remember that you are reading words spoken from a dude going on his sixties pretty soon. I am no spring ass chicken partners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow Paul Pedersen of Studio Park Records, saw that recent photo, don't hardly recognize you bro, you and time have had some good boxing matches, BRAH!!!!!!!!! Oh well, it beats the matches that are involved when Robert McGuire gets connected up into shit. How do you sleep at night, you, Billy, Sally, when I am done, this attempt at making me disappear will all blow up in all your faces, and all totally legal, this is not some threat so don't try any cute shit mister lawyer degree. It won't be me that goes to jail when this is all said and done, so come armed to the teeth to the table with me my brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have the original job cassette from Discmakers, the Copyright Office can furnish me with copies of my copyrighted certificates and any or all of my works, right down the book that was written ion 1994 by me, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, where I invented 'your' STUDIO PARK RECORDS, you crooked thief you!!!!!!!!! CU in FREAKING COURT SOME DAY MY BOY. U dug yourself a deep ass hole messing around with me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes PITSY is quite magical indeed, even down to the book that I wrote in PITSY-YEAR-#3, that will prove in a court of law, WHO REALLY INVENTED THE GREAT STUDIO PARK RECOERDS OF NEW JERSEY, so get ready to be called into a litigation proceeding, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on not one, but on 2 CASES, SPR, and (THE CHRIST ANDROID), oh yes sir, that good old hate page, just punch in MARK MOHR OF HAMMONTON NEW JERSEY, and click into the MP3 things that have titles, one of them being as shown above. Yes the 6-planet and the 12-planet, and then we have the great star, first the 1969 PITSY TRINITRAIL of the cold blue winter skies of December, followed about 37 years later by the great PULSAR STAR morphed chopper of the mighty and the great 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE' of the Earth world waking realms doppelganger system.
The chronological second part of the blog will not be long because it is late, I'm tired, and need to crash and get up to go to work. When I was 3 or 4 years old in this current Astral Plane Dream Down or APDD, or 'lifetime', I sat in a high chair in Levittown, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG during a stormy hot summer afternoon. Dad was out with his pals from his treasure salvage life, something he was into before he ever dove off the treasure coast of Florida with the famous Mel Fisher who anyone knows of or can just Google up, and my mom was out of the room a short while, my highchair being situated in the kitchen at the time, and I was gazing out the large window at the rain and the storm. Suddenly a bright flash was outside and I felt warmth and love beyond what words can ever hope to express. In an instant, a stunningly gorgeous ravishing young blond female with extremely long eyes and knee length long bright yellow hair was standing where the flash was just an instant before that. She was so beautiful that even though I was only a toddler, I fell madly in love with her. This was my first encounter with the GREAT GODDESS DIANA, mentioned in the New Testament of the KJV Holy Bible. Naturally I had no idea who this was then at the time of this event, and I most certainly did not know her name, and in fact did not learn that until the year of 1983.
END TRANSMISSION:
Saturday, February 12, 2011
safe journal, chapter 070
KING NEBNOOSHOO AND HIS SAFE JOURNAL
COPYRIGHT MARK MOHR 2006-2011 ©
BLOG BOOK CHAPTER #070
WLSBT-DATE AND TIME FILE: 021311.847
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
Beginning Transmission:
A chopper struck over my home around ten or so minutes shy of two this afternoon, and other than that, this freaking Saturday has been quite quiet, nothing 2 complain about. Still, the attack promotes a little yesterday-style counter-strike, I.E. the telling of a TRS. In case the majority of Blogaudians forgot what this is, as I'm sure that they have, it stands for TODAY's REVENGE SECRET.
It has been talked about and hit on a little bit here and a little bit there all throughout the past 4-6 years or so on my blog works and MORIANITY PROJECT, same thing really. It is about a Philadelphia music record promoter whose name happens to be William Leonard McKinnon, his nick name was Lenny. This upstanding fine gentleman, throat clear-throat clear, was the true originator of all of the gangster rap music and associating culture produced from it. He was a large tall African American about 28-34 years of age give or take. He wore fancy duds, and always had a special suit jacket that covered his large magnum weapon, fully loaded and ready to go, right where anyone would see it and pass out should he merely lift the bottom of his lapel for a little int5imidation ops. After he ran away with 700 dollars of my hard earned money, I wrote to the Recording Industry Association of America, President at the time in early 1981, a Mister Hal David, to report the gun and the taking of my money, as well as the general way that this real cool dude conducted his business, at least with me. One day in Philadelphia on a hot master-blaster July early afternoon, while in my green Chevy Nova auto, he ordered me, AT GUNPOINT, to run a red light, I mean the light was red before we even got up into the intersection. This was no last second acceleration on a late-yellow. There is way more to tell, and will be told, as many things now appear in a new light for me, of what I now know about the mighty TAWF and all of its seemingly unending tentacles, and how this connects up, you know, those famous L&O-Jack McCoy 'dots'. Why this man and his friends Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff of the great Sigma Sound Studio and the International record label that they owned, did what they did, is no more mysterious than all of the other stuff that has been done to me since I have been standing knee high on tip toes to a small house plant, is really quite simple. Words that perfectly and most adequately describe it, or some of them at least would be, “Huntington Curse”, “Millionth-Council” “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY or TAWF”, and “PISS-POOR-MAGNETICS” to quite a made up expression that came to be used often by myself and my friend David Roth all throughout the eighties and the nineties ending in 2002 in March when a man named Jonathan Schau murdered my pal via slow poisoning. I always said after this that one particular 'morning light was anything but all right', songs and disco and funky little hearts breaking all notwithstanding, and may the gods be with the weak and the defenseless. Lenny did a lot of wild things, illegally tape recording me on long extended telephone conversations, threatening me and saying that he owned me which if I had ever said such a thing to him would have obviously started the Third War War. Lenny was a professed Rastafarian. He also knew things, and had major plans to create this rap movement that all began after he vanished away from me and his promises to promote my music in exchange for monetary trade offs, naturally. But what actually happened and why is complex, and frightening, and makes alien abductions and talk about my dealings with the Astral-Plane and its population-entities and so much more, appear in comparison as kids in a camp singing camp songs at a bond fire, led of course by Robert Matches McGuire and his distant cousin Scylla in HER Earthly counterpart. I will tell you all, that just as big as the rest of this true story is about Mister McKinnon and the origins of the Rap culture and its music in late 1980, as so many things all were seed planted in this mighty and wild PITYSY year of 1980, (PORT-IN-THE-STORM YEAR), are many other things. One is the BRIGGBASE RESIDENT MINIDROID creatures that walk all around amongst us and hardly anyone knows a thing about this topic let alone discusses it even behind locked doors and burning dim candle light. Inside the audio and video and computer equipment, are the guts of what makes electronics actually work, the flowing electrons need these guts, as these electrons are sort of like the blood, but the little doo-dad-things are the body that this blood needs to circulate into and through, and then like magic, things just work. If you dare to ask technicians about the exact reason that it all works as it does, varying responses and answers will come from them to our queries. In truth, they really do not know. If they say they know exactly how and why all this shit just works, they will be lying to you, but this is only the lesser and first part of this very scary ass story so let me keep moving this right along folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Have any of you seen 'them' yet, you know what I mean if you know, and if you don't, then you freaking don't, doesn't really get a lot simpler than that, huh old pal John Red Jane Henningsen?? I will tell what I'm referring to, or else the blog will be missing this important powerful punch of the day. They are very tiny, about half the size of small nat's, and they have a weird and almost ugly monstrous appearance to them, even to the naked eye. They live inside the cracks of the units and cases that house the guts that make it all work and bring the modern population under the total domination and control of the LAMBRIGGER CULOT of the ASTRAL_PLANE BRIGGBASE, located in Province Olympia, not really a tangible caporial 'location', but more like a condition-interaction. Staring at television high definition, or computer monitors will also eventually allow the onlooker to see these ENTITIES. These invaders come out of their homes away from their true home, the casings that you really do not want to crack open Mister Wolf, and then be forced to stare down this completely unseen and unrecognized enemy that we all have agreed to permit to be taken over, and successfully invaded. We have actually willingly handed over the Planet Earth waking world, to these real aliens, no hoaxes, no sci-fi; but real shit, deadly dangerous ass shit. The living moving insect-like things are not the real enemy, they are just like probes, coming out for a stroll upon occasion, looking around and going back into their cases and making their reports to the circuitry of silicon and other little smelly thingamajigs soldered up so neatly along breadboards and motherboards.
Now for a very quick continuation with the 2nd part of the blog, my life in a chronologically reported order that would even make the Terry Egghead's of the great Jersey Harbors proud of me: The first 5 years of my life were filled with some very strange and anything BUT natural experiences in many instances. At a very young age, I came to perceive things that others do not. At about the time of my 6th birthday, I ran away from a dog long before knowing the dog was even chasing me, this was a total 6th sense, not in any way a part of my using the five given normal senses of hearing and seeing and so forth. I just knew that I had to run fast to my home, and made it within an inch of my life, literally dangling upside down staring into the face of a very angry German Sheppard dog with his mouth open wide and his teeth glistening at me, while barking so loud and near to my ears that I had ringing for hours after the event. I did not remember ROGER, not then. Now I remember that this dog is dreaming down, asleep from DOGTOWN, and in one very bad mood from the torture he is receiving there, he is on his 5th set sentence, and only about 1 and a half Minina-Kalpa into it, as it is 75 MK, and he must complete his final fifth 15-MK, each one seems on average to contain interactions sufficient to total up in human years if measured comparatively, as just less than 890 years. So we are talking here about thirteen and a half times 890, sort of just under what about twelve freaking thousand mortal world human years would feel like, and in DOGTIOWN, every second totally sucks and seems to last forever as you are in excruciating agony beyond any possible description that I could ever hope to offer up on a blog. My point is that this was one angry dog, who on top of his anger, remembers me as Yancy Jones also from DOGTOWN, and SCYLLA never spun him an early release from there as she did for HER THAT BOY or really, THAT-DOG, HER Dalmatian, and the first of my breed. But I had absolutely no knowledge of things like this at the young age that I was when I ran away from this angry large dog that meant to tear me apart at the speed of light squared.
My final sentence is more oriented to the other part of my blog but must get said right now. Certain cassette tapes did not make it down here to Florida with me on that horrendous frightening ass night back in middle December in 2009, for no reason. KING NEBNOOSHOO can have more than one project on his music page on the u-tube, u know, and trying to make me disappear will ultimately prove out to be the greatest mistake of two persons lives that I can think of at this present instant, BRO.
END TRANSMISSION:
COPYRIGHT MARK MOHR 2006-2011 ©
BLOG BOOK CHAPTER #070
WLSBT-DATE AND TIME FILE: 021311.847
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
Beginning Transmission:
A chopper struck over my home around ten or so minutes shy of two this afternoon, and other than that, this freaking Saturday has been quite quiet, nothing 2 complain about. Still, the attack promotes a little yesterday-style counter-strike, I.E. the telling of a TRS. In case the majority of Blogaudians forgot what this is, as I'm sure that they have, it stands for TODAY's REVENGE SECRET.
It has been talked about and hit on a little bit here and a little bit there all throughout the past 4-6 years or so on my blog works and MORIANITY PROJECT, same thing really. It is about a Philadelphia music record promoter whose name happens to be William Leonard McKinnon, his nick name was Lenny. This upstanding fine gentleman, throat clear-throat clear, was the true originator of all of the gangster rap music and associating culture produced from it. He was a large tall African American about 28-34 years of age give or take. He wore fancy duds, and always had a special suit jacket that covered his large magnum weapon, fully loaded and ready to go, right where anyone would see it and pass out should he merely lift the bottom of his lapel for a little int5imidation ops. After he ran away with 700 dollars of my hard earned money, I wrote to the Recording Industry Association of America, President at the time in early 1981, a Mister Hal David, to report the gun and the taking of my money, as well as the general way that this real cool dude conducted his business, at least with me. One day in Philadelphia on a hot master-blaster July early afternoon, while in my green Chevy Nova auto, he ordered me, AT GUNPOINT, to run a red light, I mean the light was red before we even got up into the intersection. This was no last second acceleration on a late-yellow. There is way more to tell, and will be told, as many things now appear in a new light for me, of what I now know about the mighty TAWF and all of its seemingly unending tentacles, and how this connects up, you know, those famous L&O-Jack McCoy 'dots'. Why this man and his friends Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff of the great Sigma Sound Studio and the International record label that they owned, did what they did, is no more mysterious than all of the other stuff that has been done to me since I have been standing knee high on tip toes to a small house plant, is really quite simple. Words that perfectly and most adequately describe it, or some of them at least would be, “Huntington Curse”, “Millionth-Council” “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY or TAWF”, and “PISS-POOR-MAGNETICS” to quite a made up expression that came to be used often by myself and my friend David Roth all throughout the eighties and the nineties ending in 2002 in March when a man named Jonathan Schau murdered my pal via slow poisoning. I always said after this that one particular 'morning light was anything but all right', songs and disco and funky little hearts breaking all notwithstanding, and may the gods be with the weak and the defenseless. Lenny did a lot of wild things, illegally tape recording me on long extended telephone conversations, threatening me and saying that he owned me which if I had ever said such a thing to him would have obviously started the Third War War. Lenny was a professed Rastafarian. He also knew things, and had major plans to create this rap movement that all began after he vanished away from me and his promises to promote my music in exchange for monetary trade offs, naturally. But what actually happened and why is complex, and frightening, and makes alien abductions and talk about my dealings with the Astral-Plane and its population-entities and so much more, appear in comparison as kids in a camp singing camp songs at a bond fire, led of course by Robert Matches McGuire and his distant cousin Scylla in HER Earthly counterpart. I will tell you all, that just as big as the rest of this true story is about Mister McKinnon and the origins of the Rap culture and its music in late 1980, as so many things all were seed planted in this mighty and wild PITYSY year of 1980, (PORT-IN-THE-STORM YEAR), are many other things. One is the BRIGGBASE RESIDENT MINIDROID creatures that walk all around amongst us and hardly anyone knows a thing about this topic let alone discusses it even behind locked doors and burning dim candle light. Inside the audio and video and computer equipment, are the guts of what makes electronics actually work, the flowing electrons need these guts, as these electrons are sort of like the blood, but the little doo-dad-things are the body that this blood needs to circulate into and through, and then like magic, things just work. If you dare to ask technicians about the exact reason that it all works as it does, varying responses and answers will come from them to our queries. In truth, they really do not know. If they say they know exactly how and why all this shit just works, they will be lying to you, but this is only the lesser and first part of this very scary ass story so let me keep moving this right along folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Have any of you seen 'them' yet, you know what I mean if you know, and if you don't, then you freaking don't, doesn't really get a lot simpler than that, huh old pal John Red Jane Henningsen?? I will tell what I'm referring to, or else the blog will be missing this important powerful punch of the day. They are very tiny, about half the size of small nat's, and they have a weird and almost ugly monstrous appearance to them, even to the naked eye. They live inside the cracks of the units and cases that house the guts that make it all work and bring the modern population under the total domination and control of the LAMBRIGGER CULOT of the ASTRAL_PLANE BRIGGBASE, located in Province Olympia, not really a tangible caporial 'location', but more like a condition-interaction. Staring at television high definition, or computer monitors will also eventually allow the onlooker to see these ENTITIES. These invaders come out of their homes away from their true home, the casings that you really do not want to crack open Mister Wolf, and then be forced to stare down this completely unseen and unrecognized enemy that we all have agreed to permit to be taken over, and successfully invaded. We have actually willingly handed over the Planet Earth waking world, to these real aliens, no hoaxes, no sci-fi; but real shit, deadly dangerous ass shit. The living moving insect-like things are not the real enemy, they are just like probes, coming out for a stroll upon occasion, looking around and going back into their cases and making their reports to the circuitry of silicon and other little smelly thingamajigs soldered up so neatly along breadboards and motherboards.
Now for a very quick continuation with the 2nd part of the blog, my life in a chronologically reported order that would even make the Terry Egghead's of the great Jersey Harbors proud of me: The first 5 years of my life were filled with some very strange and anything BUT natural experiences in many instances. At a very young age, I came to perceive things that others do not. At about the time of my 6th birthday, I ran away from a dog long before knowing the dog was even chasing me, this was a total 6th sense, not in any way a part of my using the five given normal senses of hearing and seeing and so forth. I just knew that I had to run fast to my home, and made it within an inch of my life, literally dangling upside down staring into the face of a very angry German Sheppard dog with his mouth open wide and his teeth glistening at me, while barking so loud and near to my ears that I had ringing for hours after the event. I did not remember ROGER, not then. Now I remember that this dog is dreaming down, asleep from DOGTOWN, and in one very bad mood from the torture he is receiving there, he is on his 5th set sentence, and only about 1 and a half Minina-Kalpa into it, as it is 75 MK, and he must complete his final fifth 15-MK, each one seems on average to contain interactions sufficient to total up in human years if measured comparatively, as just less than 890 years. So we are talking here about thirteen and a half times 890, sort of just under what about twelve freaking thousand mortal world human years would feel like, and in DOGTIOWN, every second totally sucks and seems to last forever as you are in excruciating agony beyond any possible description that I could ever hope to offer up on a blog. My point is that this was one angry dog, who on top of his anger, remembers me as Yancy Jones also from DOGTOWN, and SCYLLA never spun him an early release from there as she did for HER THAT BOY or really, THAT-DOG, HER Dalmatian, and the first of my breed. But I had absolutely no knowledge of things like this at the young age that I was when I ran away from this angry large dog that meant to tear me apart at the speed of light squared.
My final sentence is more oriented to the other part of my blog but must get said right now. Certain cassette tapes did not make it down here to Florida with me on that horrendous frightening ass night back in middle December in 2009, for no reason. KING NEBNOOSHOO can have more than one project on his music page on the u-tube, u know, and trying to make me disappear will ultimately prove out to be the greatest mistake of two persons lives that I can think of at this present instant, BRO.
END TRANSMISSION:
Friday, February 11, 2011
safe journal of king nebnooshoo, chapter 069
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO © 2011
WORLD LABS-SBT-DATFILE: 021111.859--CHAPTER 069
SUBTITLED ON ALL BLOGS WHETHER PRINTED OR NOT,
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNETR VERSION,
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
TRIPLE SUBTITLE: THE BEGINNING OF MY STORY IN
CHRONOLOGICAL SEQUENCE:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Whether DJDS and (his/her/head-scratch, following), has any of the tapes that make the following words make sense or not, “Good morning, good evening, good afternoon, whatever the case may be, as time is not the same for you as it is for me, take one”, here it is again in reiteration. The same drums are banging away, I doubt that mine are distorting to death however. Lower the pull gain or your recording Volume Meters, butt-wipe. Still, let me now attempt to walk us along a little further, and with my club foot to boot, wow, aren't I simply amazing, Captain Friday Dragnet Lightning-Man of the nineteen-sixties? Maybe my steps will improve with a pair of new shoes, huh Donna?
If you are out there old pal from the early nineteen-seventies, head of the Federal Communications Commission as I warp naturally through SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM), the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their dirt ball worldly awake human counterparts struck me this afternoon and evening on several occasions, again, messing with my video remote again, and stopping it from performing the way it is supposed to function. I stopped putting new batteries in months ago, and even tried testing the strength of the batteries on a test-meter, this is not the problem, and I never thought that it was. One of Jupiter's twelve moons gets a lot of attention, quite accidentally, as the “I” and the “O” are placed together on the right side ending area of the top alpha key on keyboards, be them typewriters, or computer keyboards, etcetera. Why the word etcetera is not ever part of any word program dictionary as an established used words, I will never know. This falls into the category of many other mysteries, from pants not going down properly to my shoes while another Donna Summer fan club was at work one night in the late nineteen-eighties, to visitations from pulsar stars posing as United States, or whatever, military helicopters somewhere 2-4 years ago coming over to my work site in Folsom, New Jersey, and then flying off and returning into the heavens to continue its natural nightly orbit and eventually set; along with a trillion other things that I could print and post and take about ten straight months in doing, peeps. All of this stuff is on my long blogs since they began in two thousand and six on the website for bloggers that is GOOGLE-owned and operated, www.blogger.com/.
As I mentioned, my work schedule has changed recently, starting the very day that I said something bad about Washington politics on the internet, online of these very blogs, it is all right there for anybody to check out, my story, TELLS ITSELF, you simply start anywhere, at any point, and READ!!!!! I only work six hours on three days, instead of five hours on all five week days, losing seven hours of work and pay weekly. I will take a tip from Gloria Gainer and others however, yes, I WILL SURVIVE, and all of the Gerard Styles Dark Shadows West Deptford, New Jersians from the Haddonwood Swim Club knows it, YO. Christ All Mighty, speaking of permission barriers, high schools, and ghosts from the past, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for 1980, a decade and a half before all of this bullshit, this story could fill up libraries and still never be told. I know that you are out of jail Ed, and I also know that you are reading these words from time to time. I have a bone to pick with you, even though you never told me skies are blue when I look up and tell you that they are gray from many special covert pollutants. Even the Weather Channel shows most days that the primary pollutant is the OZONE. But right after I posted the blog telling the Orlando, Florida U-Tube poster of the chemtrails over his swimming pool that I really liked his video, it all stopped since that minute. But like Billy after he finishes his secret business with the Queen, it will of course, as 'he' will, RETURN!!!!!!! Whether to capitalize the word in semi-quotes, remains a question until the following next few months pass, and I see what happens. He seems to know all about my PITSY YEARS, and this oh-eleven Marola year being number 4, as they if chronologically listed would be, 1969, 1980, 1994, 2011, and 2031 when I finally am paroled out of this prison called awake physical existence in this part of the vast hyperspace. Can anyone tell me the mathematical significance of the way these years line up? It is quite simple and the magical number of '3' is most definitely involved. Remember the most special number in the entire creation, as LIGHTNING told me this in a powerful dreaming interaction back in the human world year of 1984, and that number being 27, which is 3 to the power exponent of 3, no less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now we begin the separate part of this blog text, and all blogs will have this second part from now on, some may be one two or three sentences, and some might be five or ten pages, it depends on where the mood is and what period in time is being discussed in the so-called order of chronology.
I remember my birth, it is not my imagination, the doctor smacking me so that I would draw my first breath, seeing white things outside the hospital window, later to learn it is called snow, the SCYLLA word for my being 5 days late, wow even the bankers aren't so harsh with their penalties, ouch. You gave the weather people something to talk about for sure, brown eyes. Getting back to my first hour of my MARK MOHER dream, this present physical existence, or whatever anyone wants to label or call it, let me say that naturally, memories other than this very first day, are few and jumbled, just the way it should be. The two huge memories that I have after about two years of life here or several hundred Astral Plane dream-downs into this exact part of the hyperspace where I am the me that I appear to be right now in this so-called time-world, and both have been mentioned on my long blogging project, and which of the two happened first I am not sure of, but these would be the two things. One is being influenced by Apollo-Lucifer to keep disobeying my mother and playing with a very special and expensive lamp that was on an outside porch at 440 South 50th Street, in West Philadelphia, not all that far from where the great Will Smith grew up. Eventually, and I knew it was going to happen, the lamp indeed fell off of where it was sitting, and totally broke, and I received the beating of my tiny little life from my big powerful mom, after all, she stood just under 65 inches, and I was maybe what, 25 inches? I remember getting the living shit kicked out of me, I know UI almost died. In today's world and societyy, my mother would have been imprisoned before I reached age twelve, as right in front of my friends, she would whollop the daylights out of me, and yes, I was a bad little ass boy, and deserved it, but these were the days when deserving little ass brats indeed could be given severe beatings, and it made men and women out of us, we were not all on drugs, and living fucked up lives as adults in children's bodies, back before the [prohibition of spankings, and the Doctor Spock movement.
Right around the time that this lamp incident and severe spanking occurred, my mother had to take me someplace, and she had no stroller or vehicle, and I was always carried when a Philadelphia street was needed to be crossed. My mom was just outside of her parents residence, the same location of the lamp and spanking deal, and right as she stepped into the busy street with just enough safe time to cross it, she stumbled and fell, and I remember that awful fall to this very ass second, it was not one of my more happy times in this rotten nightmare life. This will end this for today. We are somewhere early in 1957, or perhaps the late end part of 1956, as I turned age two on December the 4th of 1956. The next section will discuss a few very bizarre things from not that further out into time, maybe the next one or two years give or take, be freaking braced lads and lassies. You want it James Patterson Style, U GOT UIT, slammed walls and air conditioners and football games and all, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION:
WORLD LABS-SBT-DATFILE: 021111.859--CHAPTER 069
SUBTITLED ON ALL BLOGS WHETHER PRINTED OR NOT,
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNETR VERSION,
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
TRIPLE SUBTITLE: THE BEGINNING OF MY STORY IN
CHRONOLOGICAL SEQUENCE:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Whether DJDS and (his/her/head-scratch, following), has any of the tapes that make the following words make sense or not, “Good morning, good evening, good afternoon, whatever the case may be, as time is not the same for you as it is for me, take one”, here it is again in reiteration. The same drums are banging away, I doubt that mine are distorting to death however. Lower the pull gain or your recording Volume Meters, butt-wipe. Still, let me now attempt to walk us along a little further, and with my club foot to boot, wow, aren't I simply amazing, Captain Friday Dragnet Lightning-Man of the nineteen-sixties? Maybe my steps will improve with a pair of new shoes, huh Donna?
If you are out there old pal from the early nineteen-seventies, head of the Federal Communications Commission as I warp naturally through SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM), the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their dirt ball worldly awake human counterparts struck me this afternoon and evening on several occasions, again, messing with my video remote again, and stopping it from performing the way it is supposed to function. I stopped putting new batteries in months ago, and even tried testing the strength of the batteries on a test-meter, this is not the problem, and I never thought that it was. One of Jupiter's twelve moons gets a lot of attention, quite accidentally, as the “I” and the “O” are placed together on the right side ending area of the top alpha key on keyboards, be them typewriters, or computer keyboards, etcetera. Why the word etcetera is not ever part of any word program dictionary as an established used words, I will never know. This falls into the category of many other mysteries, from pants not going down properly to my shoes while another Donna Summer fan club was at work one night in the late nineteen-eighties, to visitations from pulsar stars posing as United States, or whatever, military helicopters somewhere 2-4 years ago coming over to my work site in Folsom, New Jersey, and then flying off and returning into the heavens to continue its natural nightly orbit and eventually set; along with a trillion other things that I could print and post and take about ten straight months in doing, peeps. All of this stuff is on my long blogs since they began in two thousand and six on the website for bloggers that is GOOGLE-owned and operated, www.blogger.com/.
As I mentioned, my work schedule has changed recently, starting the very day that I said something bad about Washington politics on the internet, online of these very blogs, it is all right there for anybody to check out, my story, TELLS ITSELF, you simply start anywhere, at any point, and READ!!!!! I only work six hours on three days, instead of five hours on all five week days, losing seven hours of work and pay weekly. I will take a tip from Gloria Gainer and others however, yes, I WILL SURVIVE, and all of the Gerard Styles Dark Shadows West Deptford, New Jersians from the Haddonwood Swim Club knows it, YO. Christ All Mighty, speaking of permission barriers, high schools, and ghosts from the past, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for 1980, a decade and a half before all of this bullshit, this story could fill up libraries and still never be told. I know that you are out of jail Ed, and I also know that you are reading these words from time to time. I have a bone to pick with you, even though you never told me skies are blue when I look up and tell you that they are gray from many special covert pollutants. Even the Weather Channel shows most days that the primary pollutant is the OZONE. But right after I posted the blog telling the Orlando, Florida U-Tube poster of the chemtrails over his swimming pool that I really liked his video, it all stopped since that minute. But like Billy after he finishes his secret business with the Queen, it will of course, as 'he' will, RETURN!!!!!!! Whether to capitalize the word in semi-quotes, remains a question until the following next few months pass, and I see what happens. He seems to know all about my PITSY YEARS, and this oh-eleven Marola year being number 4, as they if chronologically listed would be, 1969, 1980, 1994, 2011, and 2031 when I finally am paroled out of this prison called awake physical existence in this part of the vast hyperspace. Can anyone tell me the mathematical significance of the way these years line up? It is quite simple and the magical number of '3' is most definitely involved. Remember the most special number in the entire creation, as LIGHTNING told me this in a powerful dreaming interaction back in the human world year of 1984, and that number being 27, which is 3 to the power exponent of 3, no less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now we begin the separate part of this blog text, and all blogs will have this second part from now on, some may be one two or three sentences, and some might be five or ten pages, it depends on where the mood is and what period in time is being discussed in the so-called order of chronology.
I remember my birth, it is not my imagination, the doctor smacking me so that I would draw my first breath, seeing white things outside the hospital window, later to learn it is called snow, the SCYLLA word for my being 5 days late, wow even the bankers aren't so harsh with their penalties, ouch. You gave the weather people something to talk about for sure, brown eyes. Getting back to my first hour of my MARK MOHER dream, this present physical existence, or whatever anyone wants to label or call it, let me say that naturally, memories other than this very first day, are few and jumbled, just the way it should be. The two huge memories that I have after about two years of life here or several hundred Astral Plane dream-downs into this exact part of the hyperspace where I am the me that I appear to be right now in this so-called time-world, and both have been mentioned on my long blogging project, and which of the two happened first I am not sure of, but these would be the two things. One is being influenced by Apollo-Lucifer to keep disobeying my mother and playing with a very special and expensive lamp that was on an outside porch at 440 South 50th Street, in West Philadelphia, not all that far from where the great Will Smith grew up. Eventually, and I knew it was going to happen, the lamp indeed fell off of where it was sitting, and totally broke, and I received the beating of my tiny little life from my big powerful mom, after all, she stood just under 65 inches, and I was maybe what, 25 inches? I remember getting the living shit kicked out of me, I know UI almost died. In today's world and societyy, my mother would have been imprisoned before I reached age twelve, as right in front of my friends, she would whollop the daylights out of me, and yes, I was a bad little ass boy, and deserved it, but these were the days when deserving little ass brats indeed could be given severe beatings, and it made men and women out of us, we were not all on drugs, and living fucked up lives as adults in children's bodies, back before the [prohibition of spankings, and the Doctor Spock movement.
Right around the time that this lamp incident and severe spanking occurred, my mother had to take me someplace, and she had no stroller or vehicle, and I was always carried when a Philadelphia street was needed to be crossed. My mom was just outside of her parents residence, the same location of the lamp and spanking deal, and right as she stepped into the busy street with just enough safe time to cross it, she stumbled and fell, and I remember that awful fall to this very ass second, it was not one of my more happy times in this rotten nightmare life. This will end this for today. We are somewhere early in 1957, or perhaps the late end part of 1956, as I turned age two on December the 4th of 1956. The next section will discuss a few very bizarre things from not that further out into time, maybe the next one or two years give or take, be freaking braced lads and lassies. You want it James Patterson Style, U GOT UIT, slammed walls and air conditioners and football games and all, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, February 10, 2011
safe journal, chapter 68
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO © 2011
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
FOLLOWING VERSIONS 1-3 ON CASSETTE, COPYRIGHT
1988 and 1989 from cassette tapes
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: 021111.026—CHAPTER 068
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
One thing about all of this bad junk that surrounds my entire existence 24/7/365.2422, and has been doing 4 about 56.2 years now, that proves the theory of all black clouds containing their silver linings somewhere, is that I have the most powerful and awesome beauty queen teen goddess in the world, watching over me, DIANA, some would say, “LIGHTNING”.
I was laying in bed talking to HER on the telephone in a small channeled trance around midnight, and suddenly SHE told me to start this blog, and call it by this name title as shown above. I cannot get the owner of the studio who posted the u-tube apology song called, “MI Apology Song” up, to call me, he gets very busy and goes out of town on business for extended periods and will not return messages when this happens. Before I posted up on the 30th of December back in 2010, I waited six weeks or so, so I know how busy he can get get, and more power to him, during this economic bullshit that we all are currently living through. I wanted to ask him why after posting onto this so called u-tube music site, a song with a title that does not copy or match any other song listed on the entire system, as long as the it is spelled MI and not My. Now while I wait for his return and eventual phone call so that we can discuss it in more detail, Diana did the same thing that she did early in the year of 1986, the very same year that was the very reason for my needing to do this project of posting the 'Mi Apology Song' on the video and music site called, 'U-TUBE' to begin with. As some few may remember the story that is on older 2006 blogs on books posted if you archive blogs before this one on the website of www.blogger.com/ from when I resided at the Kirsty Alley Highview Cheers Apartment system in the town of Williamstown in New Jersey, USAESMWG in 1985 and 1986, and when it was early in 1986, and while I was taking a bath, I distinctly heard Her tell me in my head, about how to work parallel event into the 38 number system in the game of casino-roulette. Before I go on any further, about two blogs ago when I gave a dissertation on the system for applying this parallel event to attack this casino game, I screwed up and reversed the way the bet should be made, and any good math statistician recognized this error on my part, I'm quite sure, but for any who do not realize that this was a typo, let me reiterate and amend and correct my phopah. I meant to say that if after 23 red-even outcomes pop up at the table where you are charting the game from, and of these twenty-three spins, 20 times, the following spin is a high, and 3 times, the following spins is a low; you would then BET ON (HIGH) for the next outcome spin at the wheel. Always bet with the trending hot gaining parallel event that follows. In my other blog I messed up and said the opposite, sorry. Again, and with a different possible bi-parameter example out of the twelve total of them, if after every BLACK and LOW outcome, you chart that there now is 18 EVEN outcomes that follow this event and only 4 ODD outcomes, then after the next BLACK/LOW outcome event, you would place the following bet to be EVEN, the higher 18 parallel event over the 4 lower parallel event. If a player is extra diligent to gamble professionally and can live with the total boredom of it and mastering extreme self discipline which is so rare that casinos will never come over here and try to rub me out for printing this information on the internet, believe me, but the strategy that locks in the heavy wins at the end of the day, is capitalizing on the ratio to linear gain, a basic mathematical law of movement in what is sometimes referred to as a part of the complex mechanics of the total laws of large numbers. Let me put this real simple. In a casino, they use money chips and table color chips. Money chips can be removed off of a gaming table, placed in a patrons pocket, and so forth. The table chips may not leave the table, and may only be picked up and positionally rearranged on the gaming tables, all within just two feet or less of the tables themselves. Users of parallel event applications to this game would always be using gaming money chips. Casinos want seated players to basically play every spin of the wheel and make bets on all turns without skipping, and with this system, a player would only be placing bets on parallel events that are signaled, and this rarely happen even twice in a row, and never would it warrant playing all spins of the wheel, so you would be what they would call a side-better, standing behind the seated players at the game, and making side bets when they are signaled based on the system. This is what I did basically in the year of 1986 during my professional casino gambling days. But let me draw a picture with words now on ratios. If a player waits for any of the 12 possible bi-parameters, anything from say, RED-LOW, to BLACK-EVEN, to EVEN-HIGH, and so forth; to reach divergence ratios of following spin outcomes to be a minimum of say 4:1, this means if a remaining parameter on the first listed example above, RED and LOW, leaving the remaining parameter (RP) of ODD-EVEN, with 5 ODD outcomes verses 22 EVEN outcomes, your statistical odds in no way are even close to being 22:45 for an EVEN outcome following the next RED-LOW outcome, however, it is higher than 50/50 by a 4 to 10% LRPE, (LONG-RUNNING PLAY-EVENT). Now let me make this simpler with my word picture, using money chips, let us say that they are green colored value 25 dollar gaming chips, as just an example, as they can be five dollar or one hundred dollar value, it is up to the player's bankroll and desire. They can be purple chips worth 500 dollars, so long as your gaming table permits bets on that high level, Atlantic City normally has maximums of between one and five thousand dollars for outside bets at the normal non-high roller-tables. So Let us say that we make the rule that we enter on parallel events with a 4:1 divergence, and exit at 3:1 divergence. The 22:5 is above the 4:1. It may go as high as 5 or even 6 or more to one, but let us say it stays around 4:1 divergence, moving on average from 3.8:1 to 4.2:1. Keeping this at an exact averaged four just for the sake of mathematical simplicity in the illustration here, let us double this now from 22:5 up to 44:10. Notice the ratio is the same. Now 10 minus 5 would be the chips that you lost, while 44 minus 22 would be the chips that you gained, so 22 minus 5 is your profit of 17 chips, and a the green 25 dollar level, this is a nice days work that generates the player a nice cash award of 25 times 17 dollars, of course the greedy player may have used 3 black chips on every bet or 300 bucks, and in so making these bets, his or her cash award becomes 17 times 300. But here is the best part. Very rarely if ever, do strong parallel events just turn on a dime and go the other way without slowly readjusting to a new ratio and direction, these are just truths about the laws of large numbers. Let us say we started at the exact 4:1 ratio and things deteriorated against the player and went the other way slowly down to a 3:1 ratio where the player would exit out of the game. The 20 and the 5 are set back into the game again. Now after an hour or so or perhaps a bit more time than that, the ratio declined in that particular parallel event to 3:1. Ratios simply cannot sink overnight like a stock for example can indeed plummet overnight, it is an entirely different mathematical principle involved here, take my word for it or else simply ask some professor of high college level mathematics. They will show you that I tell you the truth with this. So now the 20 and the 5 has become 40 and 15. So 15 minus 5 is the amount of chips that you lost placing 10 losing bets, while 40 minus 20 is the amount of chips that you won placing 20 winning bets, still leaving you the player with a nice smaller but totally real, 10 units, and on green 25 dollar level gaming chips, that is still 250 smacks. And the higher roller doing the 300 banger bets just won 12 times that much or $3,000.00. Not a bad afternoon's work at the casino, while enjoying your drink and staring at the pretty cocktail waitresses. Still, waiting for 3:1 ratios gives almost an even chance for the ratio to go up to 5:1 for every time that it sinks down into 3:1, yet either way, look at the winnings. This is a very dangerous system because what is done with it outside of the damn casino is the real worry and problem. There simply will never be enough pros that will use this that would truly ever hurt this game, at least IMHO, and in my life time.
I had a very good talk with the main office for the Social Security Administration today, and was able to make my appointment to have some forms filled out at my local area office through them. Also, I was able to reach a very nice lady at the Comcast Cable Company who treated me like a king, even though I most certainly am not one of the members of “THAT-FAMILY” or (TAWF), PTL, and my problems are all being addressed. Some enemy knocked out my ON-DEMAND right after I had that horrible experience back on Wednesday afternoon with the first two mean agents that I encountered there. I found out that they are fully regulated by the Federal Communications Commission, and my buddy who heads it up, Bob McDowell from school, whose family was all government employees ibn various capacities, and in 1974, moved out of New Jersey and into Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG, where this head of the FCC resides, so I know all odds are that it has to be my pal. Help me Bob, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL screwed with me hyper huge monster time back on Wednesday, stopping and interfering with my remote control DVD-VCR remote device over and over again all afternoon and freaking evening. Today, Thursday, was OK. Thank you old buddy, I appreciate anything you can do for me, for old times sake.
Well folks, KING NEBNOOSHOO makes a few proclamations now, officially on this 68th chapter of his SAFE JOURNAL. Beginning with chapter 0069, my next blog entry onto the internet, I will have a continuing subsection, some may be short, some long, and some in-between lengths. This will be an account of my life in a chronological order, the way that mortals seem to prefer it done, so who am I to freaking argue with 7 or more billion ass peeps, YO?????? It will be like a serial soap opera television show, it will always be there, on all blogs, continuing where the last one left off. Be ready for a real wild ride, I have all of my memories now, or at least I sure think that I do, but then who knows what else may be lurking around. After-all, look at the jag offs I must endure that have been covertly skulking around me and making my entire freaking life totally miserable since the day that I stood knee high to a small cat!!!!!!!!
KING NEBNOOSHOO REMINDS THE WORLD JUST WHAT THIS NAME INDEED STANDS FOR. King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon is what my mother jokingly referred my Uncle Heinz Gottwald to, and told me it was because he resided in BABYLON, on the great New York Woody Guthrie Island, U&SAESMWGF, at 175 Peninsula Drive. NEB is merely a shortened version for the complete word NEBNOOSHOO. NOOSHOO is simply NOO-NEW, SHOO-SHOE. The music group that any of you can easily GOOGLE up, called “NEW SHOES” is the group that mu pal in 1986 wanted to drive into New York City to see perform at some club on that warm night in August. Still, if after I wrote that mean song about my encounter with the girl that I had thought was named Maria Kelly and then after a few years just forgot totally about the incident all together, I had been able to erase off the original title to the song, “MI”, which anyone to this very day can plainly hear should they go to the United States Copyright Office and look it up, or I am sure the examiners by now all know this ugly messy story, without eating into the first 2 or 3 seconds of the song, none of the last year or two would have happened, as I never would have put this together. I think that is what I am truly sorry about, my rotten engineering in 1986. I changed the title to the hook of the song, “Real Good Girl”, yet the word MI is heard at the start of the tape, on the master tapes. Oh well, nobody is perfect. We all are human. This is what my pal from the early nineteen-seventies said to me and Bob McDowell on so many occasions, Bruce Pennock, and my friend.
Yes Gene, this old Jersey resident has traveled the hypersphere. It is just too ass bad that you were not around to warn me to shut up and act like everybody else back in 1980 when I sent the song that I falsely believed that “I HAD WRITTEN”, called, (LOIS FOCA) down for copyright registration. The two freaking songs that altered my entire life, I totally know, also irrevocably altered the entire history and time-line of mankind on this globe, forever. For that, I do not know whether or not to apologize or demand some freaking praise; oh well, let me just go off to sleep and try and forget this hell for a while. 64 trillion years is one hell of an event horizon for poor old tired worn out MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
FOLLOWING VERSIONS 1-3 ON CASSETTE, COPYRIGHT
1988 and 1989 from cassette tapes
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE: 021111.026—CHAPTER 068
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
One thing about all of this bad junk that surrounds my entire existence 24/7/365.2422, and has been doing 4 about 56.2 years now, that proves the theory of all black clouds containing their silver linings somewhere, is that I have the most powerful and awesome beauty queen teen goddess in the world, watching over me, DIANA, some would say, “LIGHTNING”.
I was laying in bed talking to HER on the telephone in a small channeled trance around midnight, and suddenly SHE told me to start this blog, and call it by this name title as shown above. I cannot get the owner of the studio who posted the u-tube apology song called, “MI Apology Song” up, to call me, he gets very busy and goes out of town on business for extended periods and will not return messages when this happens. Before I posted up on the 30th of December back in 2010, I waited six weeks or so, so I know how busy he can get get, and more power to him, during this economic bullshit that we all are currently living through. I wanted to ask him why after posting onto this so called u-tube music site, a song with a title that does not copy or match any other song listed on the entire system, as long as the it is spelled MI and not My. Now while I wait for his return and eventual phone call so that we can discuss it in more detail, Diana did the same thing that she did early in the year of 1986, the very same year that was the very reason for my needing to do this project of posting the 'Mi Apology Song' on the video and music site called, 'U-TUBE' to begin with. As some few may remember the story that is on older 2006 blogs on books posted if you archive blogs before this one on the website of www.blogger.com/ from when I resided at the Kirsty Alley Highview Cheers Apartment system in the town of Williamstown in New Jersey, USAESMWG in 1985 and 1986, and when it was early in 1986, and while I was taking a bath, I distinctly heard Her tell me in my head, about how to work parallel event into the 38 number system in the game of casino-roulette. Before I go on any further, about two blogs ago when I gave a dissertation on the system for applying this parallel event to attack this casino game, I screwed up and reversed the way the bet should be made, and any good math statistician recognized this error on my part, I'm quite sure, but for any who do not realize that this was a typo, let me reiterate and amend and correct my phopah. I meant to say that if after 23 red-even outcomes pop up at the table where you are charting the game from, and of these twenty-three spins, 20 times, the following spin is a high, and 3 times, the following spins is a low; you would then BET ON (HIGH) for the next outcome spin at the wheel. Always bet with the trending hot gaining parallel event that follows. In my other blog I messed up and said the opposite, sorry. Again, and with a different possible bi-parameter example out of the twelve total of them, if after every BLACK and LOW outcome, you chart that there now is 18 EVEN outcomes that follow this event and only 4 ODD outcomes, then after the next BLACK/LOW outcome event, you would place the following bet to be EVEN, the higher 18 parallel event over the 4 lower parallel event. If a player is extra diligent to gamble professionally and can live with the total boredom of it and mastering extreme self discipline which is so rare that casinos will never come over here and try to rub me out for printing this information on the internet, believe me, but the strategy that locks in the heavy wins at the end of the day, is capitalizing on the ratio to linear gain, a basic mathematical law of movement in what is sometimes referred to as a part of the complex mechanics of the total laws of large numbers. Let me put this real simple. In a casino, they use money chips and table color chips. Money chips can be removed off of a gaming table, placed in a patrons pocket, and so forth. The table chips may not leave the table, and may only be picked up and positionally rearranged on the gaming tables, all within just two feet or less of the tables themselves. Users of parallel event applications to this game would always be using gaming money chips. Casinos want seated players to basically play every spin of the wheel and make bets on all turns without skipping, and with this system, a player would only be placing bets on parallel events that are signaled, and this rarely happen even twice in a row, and never would it warrant playing all spins of the wheel, so you would be what they would call a side-better, standing behind the seated players at the game, and making side bets when they are signaled based on the system. This is what I did basically in the year of 1986 during my professional casino gambling days. But let me draw a picture with words now on ratios. If a player waits for any of the 12 possible bi-parameters, anything from say, RED-LOW, to BLACK-EVEN, to EVEN-HIGH, and so forth; to reach divergence ratios of following spin outcomes to be a minimum of say 4:1, this means if a remaining parameter on the first listed example above, RED and LOW, leaving the remaining parameter (RP) of ODD-EVEN, with 5 ODD outcomes verses 22 EVEN outcomes, your statistical odds in no way are even close to being 22:45 for an EVEN outcome following the next RED-LOW outcome, however, it is higher than 50/50 by a 4 to 10% LRPE, (LONG-RUNNING PLAY-EVENT). Now let me make this simpler with my word picture, using money chips, let us say that they are green colored value 25 dollar gaming chips, as just an example, as they can be five dollar or one hundred dollar value, it is up to the player's bankroll and desire. They can be purple chips worth 500 dollars, so long as your gaming table permits bets on that high level, Atlantic City normally has maximums of between one and five thousand dollars for outside bets at the normal non-high roller-tables. So Let us say that we make the rule that we enter on parallel events with a 4:1 divergence, and exit at 3:1 divergence. The 22:5 is above the 4:1. It may go as high as 5 or even 6 or more to one, but let us say it stays around 4:1 divergence, moving on average from 3.8:1 to 4.2:1. Keeping this at an exact averaged four just for the sake of mathematical simplicity in the illustration here, let us double this now from 22:5 up to 44:10. Notice the ratio is the same. Now 10 minus 5 would be the chips that you lost, while 44 minus 22 would be the chips that you gained, so 22 minus 5 is your profit of 17 chips, and a the green 25 dollar level, this is a nice days work that generates the player a nice cash award of 25 times 17 dollars, of course the greedy player may have used 3 black chips on every bet or 300 bucks, and in so making these bets, his or her cash award becomes 17 times 300. But here is the best part. Very rarely if ever, do strong parallel events just turn on a dime and go the other way without slowly readjusting to a new ratio and direction, these are just truths about the laws of large numbers. Let us say we started at the exact 4:1 ratio and things deteriorated against the player and went the other way slowly down to a 3:1 ratio where the player would exit out of the game. The 20 and the 5 are set back into the game again. Now after an hour or so or perhaps a bit more time than that, the ratio declined in that particular parallel event to 3:1. Ratios simply cannot sink overnight like a stock for example can indeed plummet overnight, it is an entirely different mathematical principle involved here, take my word for it or else simply ask some professor of high college level mathematics. They will show you that I tell you the truth with this. So now the 20 and the 5 has become 40 and 15. So 15 minus 5 is the amount of chips that you lost placing 10 losing bets, while 40 minus 20 is the amount of chips that you won placing 20 winning bets, still leaving you the player with a nice smaller but totally real, 10 units, and on green 25 dollar level gaming chips, that is still 250 smacks. And the higher roller doing the 300 banger bets just won 12 times that much or $3,000.00. Not a bad afternoon's work at the casino, while enjoying your drink and staring at the pretty cocktail waitresses. Still, waiting for 3:1 ratios gives almost an even chance for the ratio to go up to 5:1 for every time that it sinks down into 3:1, yet either way, look at the winnings. This is a very dangerous system because what is done with it outside of the damn casino is the real worry and problem. There simply will never be enough pros that will use this that would truly ever hurt this game, at least IMHO, and in my life time.
I had a very good talk with the main office for the Social Security Administration today, and was able to make my appointment to have some forms filled out at my local area office through them. Also, I was able to reach a very nice lady at the Comcast Cable Company who treated me like a king, even though I most certainly am not one of the members of “THAT-FAMILY” or (TAWF), PTL, and my problems are all being addressed. Some enemy knocked out my ON-DEMAND right after I had that horrible experience back on Wednesday afternoon with the first two mean agents that I encountered there. I found out that they are fully regulated by the Federal Communications Commission, and my buddy who heads it up, Bob McDowell from school, whose family was all government employees ibn various capacities, and in 1974, moved out of New Jersey and into Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG, where this head of the FCC resides, so I know all odds are that it has to be my pal. Help me Bob, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL screwed with me hyper huge monster time back on Wednesday, stopping and interfering with my remote control DVD-VCR remote device over and over again all afternoon and freaking evening. Today, Thursday, was OK. Thank you old buddy, I appreciate anything you can do for me, for old times sake.
Well folks, KING NEBNOOSHOO makes a few proclamations now, officially on this 68th chapter of his SAFE JOURNAL. Beginning with chapter 0069, my next blog entry onto the internet, I will have a continuing subsection, some may be short, some long, and some in-between lengths. This will be an account of my life in a chronological order, the way that mortals seem to prefer it done, so who am I to freaking argue with 7 or more billion ass peeps, YO?????? It will be like a serial soap opera television show, it will always be there, on all blogs, continuing where the last one left off. Be ready for a real wild ride, I have all of my memories now, or at least I sure think that I do, but then who knows what else may be lurking around. After-all, look at the jag offs I must endure that have been covertly skulking around me and making my entire freaking life totally miserable since the day that I stood knee high to a small cat!!!!!!!!
KING NEBNOOSHOO REMINDS THE WORLD JUST WHAT THIS NAME INDEED STANDS FOR. King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon is what my mother jokingly referred my Uncle Heinz Gottwald to, and told me it was because he resided in BABYLON, on the great New York Woody Guthrie Island, U&SAESMWGF, at 175 Peninsula Drive. NEB is merely a shortened version for the complete word NEBNOOSHOO. NOOSHOO is simply NOO-NEW, SHOO-SHOE. The music group that any of you can easily GOOGLE up, called “NEW SHOES” is the group that mu pal in 1986 wanted to drive into New York City to see perform at some club on that warm night in August. Still, if after I wrote that mean song about my encounter with the girl that I had thought was named Maria Kelly and then after a few years just forgot totally about the incident all together, I had been able to erase off the original title to the song, “MI”, which anyone to this very day can plainly hear should they go to the United States Copyright Office and look it up, or I am sure the examiners by now all know this ugly messy story, without eating into the first 2 or 3 seconds of the song, none of the last year or two would have happened, as I never would have put this together. I think that is what I am truly sorry about, my rotten engineering in 1986. I changed the title to the hook of the song, “Real Good Girl”, yet the word MI is heard at the start of the tape, on the master tapes. Oh well, nobody is perfect. We all are human. This is what my pal from the early nineteen-seventies said to me and Bob McDowell on so many occasions, Bruce Pennock, and my friend.
Yes Gene, this old Jersey resident has traveled the hypersphere. It is just too ass bad that you were not around to warn me to shut up and act like everybody else back in 1980 when I sent the song that I falsely believed that “I HAD WRITTEN”, called, (LOIS FOCA) down for copyright registration. The two freaking songs that altered my entire life, I totally know, also irrevocably altered the entire history and time-line of mankind on this globe, forever. For that, I do not know whether or not to apologize or demand some freaking praise; oh well, let me just go off to sleep and try and forget this hell for a while. 64 trillion years is one hell of an event horizon for poor old tired worn out MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
safe journal, chapter 67
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0067
NINE IN THE EVENING, ON
WEDNESDAY, 9 FEBRUARY, 2K11
START OF TEXT:
Let me keep the journal updated on my endless and fucking infinite hell with OTAMM and the MILITUFORCE of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and this has dog squat to do with any my space dot com social networking group, or even mi space. If only that stinking tape could have been totally erased, mi memories would have never returned, but alas, that was not the fate and destiny for poor miserable persecuted mother fucking MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went to bed shortly after posting last night's fucking blog, safe journal blog #66. At just shy of fucking three of the freaking clock in the MOUUUUUUURNING, I awoke to horrific monster fucking stomach cramps and had to run for the fucking toilet and shit my guts out in a ruthless and horrendous fucking diarrhea attack from these diseased prick sucking jerk off animals.
When I returned to sleep, it was just past four somewhere, and I lost an hour of sleep and suffered a lot of pain from their covert fucking wet-work assault on me and my body. When I arose and went to my job, there were three super low and very loud private fucking aircraft's that went over the building at the Orange Avenue Harvest Outreach, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ here in Fort Pierce, Florida, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, (USAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From Detroit, Michigan to Long Island, New York, I do not need Woody Guthrie or anybody else to tell me 187 reasons to be totally and fucking endlessly miserable as a result of these monster ass enemies, generated via and through the unfathomable wicked evil (HUNTINGTON CURSE). LSS peeps, YO, I have a civil right attorney looking into several breaches of my constitutional rights. Even the Social Security Office is messing with me and will not return my phone call after THEY sent me a letter first regarding a personal matter. This entire thing is a huge government conspiracy to drive me fucking insane and over the edge to the point where I will either kill myself or others, and they know exactly what they are fucking doing to me, this is a precise fucking formula no less powerful or real than my PARALELL EVENT-1986 creation, huh Professor Deturch at U of P, at University City, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG of 1991?
I will go on keeping the record and the journal and anyone else interested, advised, abreast, posted, updated, appraised, and apprised of all of my life situations, or really, SHITUATIONS is a more accurate word, huh Benjamin Poorich????????
END OF TEXT:
NINE IN THE EVENING, ON
WEDNESDAY, 9 FEBRUARY, 2K11
START OF TEXT:
Let me keep the journal updated on my endless and fucking infinite hell with OTAMM and the MILITUFORCE of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and this has dog squat to do with any my space dot com social networking group, or even mi space. If only that stinking tape could have been totally erased, mi memories would have never returned, but alas, that was not the fate and destiny for poor miserable persecuted mother fucking MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went to bed shortly after posting last night's fucking blog, safe journal blog #66. At just shy of fucking three of the freaking clock in the MOUUUUUUURNING, I awoke to horrific monster fucking stomach cramps and had to run for the fucking toilet and shit my guts out in a ruthless and horrendous fucking diarrhea attack from these diseased prick sucking jerk off animals.
When I returned to sleep, it was just past four somewhere, and I lost an hour of sleep and suffered a lot of pain from their covert fucking wet-work assault on me and my body. When I arose and went to my job, there were three super low and very loud private fucking aircraft's that went over the building at the Orange Avenue Harvest Outreach, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ here in Fort Pierce, Florida, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, (USAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From Detroit, Michigan to Long Island, New York, I do not need Woody Guthrie or anybody else to tell me 187 reasons to be totally and fucking endlessly miserable as a result of these monster ass enemies, generated via and through the unfathomable wicked evil (HUNTINGTON CURSE). LSS peeps, YO, I have a civil right attorney looking into several breaches of my constitutional rights. Even the Social Security Office is messing with me and will not return my phone call after THEY sent me a letter first regarding a personal matter. This entire thing is a huge government conspiracy to drive me fucking insane and over the edge to the point where I will either kill myself or others, and they know exactly what they are fucking doing to me, this is a precise fucking formula no less powerful or real than my PARALELL EVENT-1986 creation, huh Professor Deturch at U of P, at University City, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG of 1991?
I will go on keeping the record and the journal and anyone else interested, advised, abreast, posted, updated, appraised, and apprised of all of my life situations, or really, SHITUATIONS is a more accurate word, huh Benjamin Poorich????????
END OF TEXT:
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
safe journal, chapter 0066
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0066
8:43 PM, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
START:
The opening and early part of this journal will be a bit different from the part that follows. Anyone without some heavy math under their belts should not read past this second part opening. You will get nothing out of it. I remind anyone that my intellectual property is protected. Those like the Gibb brothers and so many more right down to L.I. Kevin, can of course get away with a lot in this new age, because some things work better when you understand the modern world technology and the computer internet system and that have understood it well for the past dozen to dozen and a half years or so. But for right now, let me say this about that and get out of the way, all the shit that separates the old from the new and then we can start proceeding into the ultra new, the days past the second week in February of oh-eleven. Three years ago, I was just about at my wits end with Ed Lynch, and 'the family' from upstairs from his unit at Judge Raso's rooming house in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, and other such things pertaining to the days of 3 years past. I knew that I was going to be stopping everything, and then planned to buy my own computer down the road somewhere, but things deteriorated with the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES and their Astral Plane counterpart, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or the evil one third of this group that exist in a condition-interaction known as the BRIGGBASE, along the wild mysterious TECK BAY nestern shoreline, no not western. Everything before the start of this approximate seventy day long period where my blogs totally desisted, I will refer always and in future times past today, as the OLD. The NEW is the first day that I shot up my blogs from my own computer, three months later in early May of 2008. The ULTRA-NEW is beginning on this 8th day of February, this very evening in 2011. The period of roughly 70-days of no mans land in this time frame is the very mysterious circa of time that some kind of shit happened, and this shit is what I will now call, DIANA'S PROPHECY. This blog is not here tonight 2 further illustrate or elucidate on this, but later on it will most definitely be talked about in great length, as it is just too fascinating to be freaking ignored. Diana made the prediction to me long ago, only I did not realize until the opening days of this very present time month of 02-11 that this was exactly what SHE had been referring to in HER powerful ass prophecy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I can tie powerful things into a gigantic court room ready bag, but without the absolutely necessary touches of supernaturally connected bullshit such as powerful dreams and other such related things, too much reality of the full situation would simply go-missing. We all know that we cannot take the supernatural into a court room. What needs to be said before we can get all this OLD SHIT out of the way, and even the NEW shit, and move into the 'ultra-new', must be told a little now. Then it is done and we can freaking move on.
The song that changed my life forever called, “REAL GOOD GIRL” has some terrifying hyperspace realities. This is because many of my enemies meet me at every second at the present illusion time point, yet they R running back at me from the tomorrows of my life, while I continue moving forward from the yesterday's of my life. I have absolutely zero zip nada control over this, it is just one of those one plus one things that must always equal out to two. Still, did I spend 152 days in a 7 hour period with the disco girl, or the Berlin Fire-guy-DJ? Memory is so tricky, not only about dreams but about waking life events, to use your forward and mortal terminology. Also, are these game playing giants that exist around and through us at times, (the gods) doing something 2 me aqnd then I am responding, or am I dpoing something to them, and then they are responding? Right away, at first sight, the answer seems so clear and obvious, not at all mottled, no obfuscation whatsoever, yet, WOW, the bullshit is flowing all over the freaking place.
There is a reality called the sixth dimension. This is where an unknown kind of energy called thought, exists and operates on its own realm. When we have thoughts here in this waking world, this has nothing to do with what this true energy really is on its own dimensional reality. This reality sends downward into smaller dimensions of hyperspace, the fifth, by moving first onto the lighter plane, (ASTRAL) where things lawtronically filter and systematize. When these thought-energies move down and enter hyperspace through the dreaming's of the Astral Entities, the inhabitants of the spirit-world, they are not in any order by nature. It is the order of thought that creates the time pattern in all universes or songs in the multiplex of songs, the multiverse. UNI as in universe is one single, and verse is song, a child can see these root word meanings and significances. As the more complex thoughts line up on one end, the more simple ones line up on the opposite end of the line, and under the lawtronic rule, the weight carried by any line eventually collapses the line into a looping circle. Still, any point along the line appears as the only existence there is, and the looping line is seen as an endless line both in front of as well as behind itself, hence the present, and the past and future. When a thought or group of them is out of place and existing in an area where other thoughts are either more or less complex, we get humans in universes as the village idiots, or the Einsteins and the Nostradamus types. But these simple 4 or 5 sentence explanations can never hope to even scratch surfaces to explain away the human condition and answer all of the wonders that mankind has pondered and quested over forever. It is just there as an appetizer, no more.
In the middle and later part of the last century, the 20th century, greed and avarice became a far more powerful plague and disease than heart disease or cancer or both of them combined. It tops substance abuse, and even child trafficking or any other unmentionable atrocities of the McGuire Fan-club. It was not totally invented by Ronald Reagan, but this man indeed helped it along quite significantly. He was instrumental in modern day corporate affairs, nullifying the spirit of the antitrust system, and the run away Wall Street Mafia, a term not in any way exaggerated, in fact it cannot be made loud enough as even the crime families fear the government criminal justice system a little bit. These bastards at Broad and Wall are literally MATRRIED TO THE WHITE HOUSE AND THE WASHINGTON BEAURACRATS. But don't even get me going on Mister Reagan. This would be the first general of Apollo if he was still alive and younger. Still, APOLLO LUCIFER has a special agenda and always has, and it is what made me believe poor Donna was the HIM a long time ago after hearing a statement that she made, and she knows what I am referring to. Like McGuire, they always go after the younger and upcoming generation. This is the key and critical pivotal indicator to look for. For the few out here that wonder how a six year old child would be able to set up a night in America's largest city` and control the fate of two separate individuals and so much more, forget it. You are analyzing things with four digits when you need all ten. Reincarnation adherers are another perfect example, so setting the record straight is necessary right now, this minute, TONIGHT!!!!!!! The truth is that entities separate from any individual single personalities can body snatch so to speak as the old movie showed, let me say in a rephrase, sort of. They can operate through any and all of us and do this very thing, whenever it suits them. It is all a game, and the game has both rules, and a motive. The motive would neveer be correctly guessed by mortal man however. It is to distract their 'minds' away from the truth that nothing begins or ends as time is only real in time worlds in low dimensions,and we all merely exist at infinity. But fitting Reagan into things a little bit, here is the the son of a bitch who decided I was dangerous and needed to be totally destroyed, and totally covertly of course. A few simple things made his decision for him, and DJ Donna knows them all, the time travel only the DJ does not know about the LOIS FOCA song, or now, songs, nor is he aware of Captain Hunter in early middle 1987, when he told me, a person who did not own a computer, and I quote, “Quit hacking”. If Pat Parsons has any more bright ideas, she can send them all 2 Con-Ed. Or she can Google up “Mark Mohr of Hammonton, New Jersey”. Then she can access www.utube.com/MIAPOLOGYSONG/ and if she wants more, I can always sing her a little story about a man in all his glory, who learned how to travel through time, from the year of freaking 1980, what a year, right MISTER ERNIE MERKER, and for this we need to click into www.recordedpublicationslaboratories.com/, or if you cannot scan back through a distance delay field before the 7th day in February of the year 2011, you will need 2 add to this insert, KING NEBNOOSHOO, after-all, he WAS the President then in 1980, not KING NEBNOOSHOO, Reagan. Reagan was President of America, and Ernie Merker was President of freaking RPL, in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is another hundred and eight reasons to love America, and HER leader, Apollo L. Now we will leave the old life behind forever, Let me say that the following paragraphs explain things of a highly technical mathematical nature, yet for any who may wish to try and grasp some of it at least on a surface level, it does tell the secrets of the mother fucking universe, and everybody claims that they want to know how 2 take over the world in ten moves or less, am I correct there MISTER RAY YOUNG of 1988, SIR???????????????
There was a man who would now be older like I am older, but in 1986-1989 when I had interested this computer guru who you can indeed GOOGLOE UP on the interconnected networking system of world-wide computers (the internet), by the name of Rob Provenzono, this dude was in his early twenties, and ten years my junior, and he placed my formula for defeating the impossible to win casino game, in long running event, called “ROULETTE”, into a random number generated ten million spin system, and it came out seven percent over 50/50, hence lucky seven notwithstanding there SCYLLA, even with the huge house edge or VIG of 5.26%, the long running play advantage 2 the player forever would still be a whopping 1.74%. Only professional gamblers understand what a nearly 2% endless edge would do to forever wipe out not only this game should too many pros use the system, but the entire world becomes threatened when this formula is used by the wealthy, and remember when the STOCK MARKET and the DOW JONES really took off, yes it was 1983 when it finally crossed into four-digit territory and over one-thousand [points, but in the summer of 1986, it went from 1500 to nearly 15,000 points at its all time high in the late years of the first decade of this 21st century. This is a 1000% gain, and the talk on the street Richard Karpf is that “THEYN ARE HURTING?”. Sheeeeeeit, I never heard anything so fucking ridiculous in my entire life, cousin Mac, of Lester Newsman Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When you click onto those DJU DONNA SUMMER MP3's, on the MARK MOHR HATEPAGE, you hear me telling about the roulette system, or a small part of the formula. Anything that has a large amount of numbers, 38 such as roulette, 50, or even a million, if you break these numbers into low and high and odd and even, and randomly assign half of them to also be black or red or if you would rather, white and purple, the colors do not matter, as long as there is color, range, and order, or three parameters, so that an outcome in two parts can be compared with the remaining part following outcome, you get a powerful reality that proves that 50/50 chance occurrences can be predicted seven percent above the random. After they saw me in the New Jersey casinos in Atlantic City in 1986, consistently win at a game that Albert Einstein was quoted as saying cannot be won unless you cheat, this is when their friend Apollo set up the 'MI-DEAL', and ended my life, as Jimmy Carter confirmed. Long Story Short or 'LSS', the enemies came to know that parallel event technology was powerful and real, and also that it worked at different percentages with different things. When they persecute me severely, it endlessly makes the stock market gain and fly upward, the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey team thanklessly win, and other Philadelphia sports teams lose. These bullies have tested these things on many innocent people since 1986 and since they learned from me my secret freaking formula. They frightened Provenzono with helicopter attacks and they robbed him and burglarized his automobile, and scared him off from helping me really prove all of this is real in the late nineteen eighties.
When playing roulette, the system is enhanced by taking all of the possible twelve bi-parameters charted and stick figured, and playing the single outcomes that have ratios of more than three to one. For an example, after every red and even number, since the remaining parameter is low and high, there follows 20 low numbers and only 3 high numbers, you would play the high to come out on the next spin, until the ratio dips underneath the 3:1. Using four or even 5:1 brings a patient player winning odds of nearly 20 percent minus the house edge. But it does require patience waiting for one or more of the twelve bi-parameters to chart a good divergence ratio.
I have no doubt whatsoever that my discovering this formula and then my life changing forever in 1986, was NO COINCIDENCE!!! Then there have been the few who throw the powerful argument up that my choking condition started in 1983 and not 3 years later in 1986. I do not believe that these two events were caused by the same forces or entities. The choking, as bad as it was, and it was a living fucking hell nightmare peeps, was JUST THE CHOKING. But after August 15, of 1986, ALL OF LIFE ALTERED, ON A DIME, AND FOREVER, TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY, FULLY AND UTTERLY!!!!!!!!!!!! Big difference ladies and gentlemen, YO!!!
Much more will get said as more blogs shoot up. I am going to find out what is going on with the U-TUBE bullshit, and if my civil rights are being illegally violated. No other title in the world is called 'MI APOLOGY SONG', yet you cannot type this in and get to my song that I legally posted, legally copyrighted, and legally own, gee I wonder YYYYYYYYYY???????? DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0066
8:43 PM, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
START:
The opening and early part of this journal will be a bit different from the part that follows. Anyone without some heavy math under their belts should not read past this second part opening. You will get nothing out of it. I remind anyone that my intellectual property is protected. Those like the Gibb brothers and so many more right down to L.I. Kevin, can of course get away with a lot in this new age, because some things work better when you understand the modern world technology and the computer internet system and that have understood it well for the past dozen to dozen and a half years or so. But for right now, let me say this about that and get out of the way, all the shit that separates the old from the new and then we can start proceeding into the ultra new, the days past the second week in February of oh-eleven. Three years ago, I was just about at my wits end with Ed Lynch, and 'the family' from upstairs from his unit at Judge Raso's rooming house in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, and other such things pertaining to the days of 3 years past. I knew that I was going to be stopping everything, and then planned to buy my own computer down the road somewhere, but things deteriorated with the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES and their Astral Plane counterpart, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or the evil one third of this group that exist in a condition-interaction known as the BRIGGBASE, along the wild mysterious TECK BAY nestern shoreline, no not western. Everything before the start of this approximate seventy day long period where my blogs totally desisted, I will refer always and in future times past today, as the OLD. The NEW is the first day that I shot up my blogs from my own computer, three months later in early May of 2008. The ULTRA-NEW is beginning on this 8th day of February, this very evening in 2011. The period of roughly 70-days of no mans land in this time frame is the very mysterious circa of time that some kind of shit happened, and this shit is what I will now call, DIANA'S PROPHECY. This blog is not here tonight 2 further illustrate or elucidate on this, but later on it will most definitely be talked about in great length, as it is just too fascinating to be freaking ignored. Diana made the prediction to me long ago, only I did not realize until the opening days of this very present time month of 02-11 that this was exactly what SHE had been referring to in HER powerful ass prophecy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I can tie powerful things into a gigantic court room ready bag, but without the absolutely necessary touches of supernaturally connected bullshit such as powerful dreams and other such related things, too much reality of the full situation would simply go-missing. We all know that we cannot take the supernatural into a court room. What needs to be said before we can get all this OLD SHIT out of the way, and even the NEW shit, and move into the 'ultra-new', must be told a little now. Then it is done and we can freaking move on.
The song that changed my life forever called, “REAL GOOD GIRL” has some terrifying hyperspace realities. This is because many of my enemies meet me at every second at the present illusion time point, yet they R running back at me from the tomorrows of my life, while I continue moving forward from the yesterday's of my life. I have absolutely zero zip nada control over this, it is just one of those one plus one things that must always equal out to two. Still, did I spend 152 days in a 7 hour period with the disco girl, or the Berlin Fire-guy-DJ? Memory is so tricky, not only about dreams but about waking life events, to use your forward and mortal terminology. Also, are these game playing giants that exist around and through us at times, (the gods) doing something 2 me aqnd then I am responding, or am I dpoing something to them, and then they are responding? Right away, at first sight, the answer seems so clear and obvious, not at all mottled, no obfuscation whatsoever, yet, WOW, the bullshit is flowing all over the freaking place.
There is a reality called the sixth dimension. This is where an unknown kind of energy called thought, exists and operates on its own realm. When we have thoughts here in this waking world, this has nothing to do with what this true energy really is on its own dimensional reality. This reality sends downward into smaller dimensions of hyperspace, the fifth, by moving first onto the lighter plane, (ASTRAL) where things lawtronically filter and systematize. When these thought-energies move down and enter hyperspace through the dreaming's of the Astral Entities, the inhabitants of the spirit-world, they are not in any order by nature. It is the order of thought that creates the time pattern in all universes or songs in the multiplex of songs, the multiverse. UNI as in universe is one single, and verse is song, a child can see these root word meanings and significances. As the more complex thoughts line up on one end, the more simple ones line up on the opposite end of the line, and under the lawtronic rule, the weight carried by any line eventually collapses the line into a looping circle. Still, any point along the line appears as the only existence there is, and the looping line is seen as an endless line both in front of as well as behind itself, hence the present, and the past and future. When a thought or group of them is out of place and existing in an area where other thoughts are either more or less complex, we get humans in universes as the village idiots, or the Einsteins and the Nostradamus types. But these simple 4 or 5 sentence explanations can never hope to even scratch surfaces to explain away the human condition and answer all of the wonders that mankind has pondered and quested over forever. It is just there as an appetizer, no more.
In the middle and later part of the last century, the 20th century, greed and avarice became a far more powerful plague and disease than heart disease or cancer or both of them combined. It tops substance abuse, and even child trafficking or any other unmentionable atrocities of the McGuire Fan-club. It was not totally invented by Ronald Reagan, but this man indeed helped it along quite significantly. He was instrumental in modern day corporate affairs, nullifying the spirit of the antitrust system, and the run away Wall Street Mafia, a term not in any way exaggerated, in fact it cannot be made loud enough as even the crime families fear the government criminal justice system a little bit. These bastards at Broad and Wall are literally MATRRIED TO THE WHITE HOUSE AND THE WASHINGTON BEAURACRATS. But don't even get me going on Mister Reagan. This would be the first general of Apollo if he was still alive and younger. Still, APOLLO LUCIFER has a special agenda and always has, and it is what made me believe poor Donna was the HIM a long time ago after hearing a statement that she made, and she knows what I am referring to. Like McGuire, they always go after the younger and upcoming generation. This is the key and critical pivotal indicator to look for. For the few out here that wonder how a six year old child would be able to set up a night in America's largest city` and control the fate of two separate individuals and so much more, forget it. You are analyzing things with four digits when you need all ten. Reincarnation adherers are another perfect example, so setting the record straight is necessary right now, this minute, TONIGHT!!!!!!! The truth is that entities separate from any individual single personalities can body snatch so to speak as the old movie showed, let me say in a rephrase, sort of. They can operate through any and all of us and do this very thing, whenever it suits them. It is all a game, and the game has both rules, and a motive. The motive would neveer be correctly guessed by mortal man however. It is to distract their 'minds' away from the truth that nothing begins or ends as time is only real in time worlds in low dimensions,and we all merely exist at infinity. But fitting Reagan into things a little bit, here is the the son of a bitch who decided I was dangerous and needed to be totally destroyed, and totally covertly of course. A few simple things made his decision for him, and DJ Donna knows them all, the time travel only the DJ does not know about the LOIS FOCA song, or now, songs, nor is he aware of Captain Hunter in early middle 1987, when he told me, a person who did not own a computer, and I quote, “Quit hacking”. If Pat Parsons has any more bright ideas, she can send them all 2 Con-Ed. Or she can Google up “Mark Mohr of Hammonton, New Jersey”. Then she can access www.utube.com/MIAPOLOGYSONG/ and if she wants more, I can always sing her a little story about a man in all his glory, who learned how to travel through time, from the year of freaking 1980, what a year, right MISTER ERNIE MERKER, and for this we need to click into www.recordedpublicationslaboratories.com/, or if you cannot scan back through a distance delay field before the 7th day in February of the year 2011, you will need 2 add to this insert, KING NEBNOOSHOO, after-all, he WAS the President then in 1980, not KING NEBNOOSHOO, Reagan. Reagan was President of America, and Ernie Merker was President of freaking RPL, in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is another hundred and eight reasons to love America, and HER leader, Apollo L. Now we will leave the old life behind forever, Let me say that the following paragraphs explain things of a highly technical mathematical nature, yet for any who may wish to try and grasp some of it at least on a surface level, it does tell the secrets of the mother fucking universe, and everybody claims that they want to know how 2 take over the world in ten moves or less, am I correct there MISTER RAY YOUNG of 1988, SIR???????????????
There was a man who would now be older like I am older, but in 1986-1989 when I had interested this computer guru who you can indeed GOOGLOE UP on the interconnected networking system of world-wide computers (the internet), by the name of Rob Provenzono, this dude was in his early twenties, and ten years my junior, and he placed my formula for defeating the impossible to win casino game, in long running event, called “ROULETTE”, into a random number generated ten million spin system, and it came out seven percent over 50/50, hence lucky seven notwithstanding there SCYLLA, even with the huge house edge or VIG of 5.26%, the long running play advantage 2 the player forever would still be a whopping 1.74%. Only professional gamblers understand what a nearly 2% endless edge would do to forever wipe out not only this game should too many pros use the system, but the entire world becomes threatened when this formula is used by the wealthy, and remember when the STOCK MARKET and the DOW JONES really took off, yes it was 1983 when it finally crossed into four-digit territory and over one-thousand [points, but in the summer of 1986, it went from 1500 to nearly 15,000 points at its all time high in the late years of the first decade of this 21st century. This is a 1000% gain, and the talk on the street Richard Karpf is that “THEYN ARE HURTING?”. Sheeeeeeit, I never heard anything so fucking ridiculous in my entire life, cousin Mac, of Lester Newsman Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When you click onto those DJU DONNA SUMMER MP3's, on the MARK MOHR HATEPAGE, you hear me telling about the roulette system, or a small part of the formula. Anything that has a large amount of numbers, 38 such as roulette, 50, or even a million, if you break these numbers into low and high and odd and even, and randomly assign half of them to also be black or red or if you would rather, white and purple, the colors do not matter, as long as there is color, range, and order, or three parameters, so that an outcome in two parts can be compared with the remaining part following outcome, you get a powerful reality that proves that 50/50 chance occurrences can be predicted seven percent above the random. After they saw me in the New Jersey casinos in Atlantic City in 1986, consistently win at a game that Albert Einstein was quoted as saying cannot be won unless you cheat, this is when their friend Apollo set up the 'MI-DEAL', and ended my life, as Jimmy Carter confirmed. Long Story Short or 'LSS', the enemies came to know that parallel event technology was powerful and real, and also that it worked at different percentages with different things. When they persecute me severely, it endlessly makes the stock market gain and fly upward, the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey team thanklessly win, and other Philadelphia sports teams lose. These bullies have tested these things on many innocent people since 1986 and since they learned from me my secret freaking formula. They frightened Provenzono with helicopter attacks and they robbed him and burglarized his automobile, and scared him off from helping me really prove all of this is real in the late nineteen eighties.
When playing roulette, the system is enhanced by taking all of the possible twelve bi-parameters charted and stick figured, and playing the single outcomes that have ratios of more than three to one. For an example, after every red and even number, since the remaining parameter is low and high, there follows 20 low numbers and only 3 high numbers, you would play the high to come out on the next spin, until the ratio dips underneath the 3:1. Using four or even 5:1 brings a patient player winning odds of nearly 20 percent minus the house edge. But it does require patience waiting for one or more of the twelve bi-parameters to chart a good divergence ratio.
I have no doubt whatsoever that my discovering this formula and then my life changing forever in 1986, was NO COINCIDENCE!!! Then there have been the few who throw the powerful argument up that my choking condition started in 1983 and not 3 years later in 1986. I do not believe that these two events were caused by the same forces or entities. The choking, as bad as it was, and it was a living fucking hell nightmare peeps, was JUST THE CHOKING. But after August 15, of 1986, ALL OF LIFE ALTERED, ON A DIME, AND FOREVER, TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY, FULLY AND UTTERLY!!!!!!!!!!!! Big difference ladies and gentlemen, YO!!!
Much more will get said as more blogs shoot up. I am going to find out what is going on with the U-TUBE bullshit, and if my civil rights are being illegally violated. No other title in the world is called 'MI APOLOGY SONG', yet you cannot type this in and get to my song that I legally posted, legally copyrighted, and legally own, gee I wonder YYYYYYYYYY???????? DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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