Wednesday, July 9, 2008

finding midnight's bright spot

“Finding Midnight’s Bright Side”--Blog-Book--
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This time every year is major depressing 4 me, and puts me through a serious painful hell. I have been told last night after losing my awareness o this human world misery, [fell asleep], by several Viqueens in Sarah-Stacey’s gang, the reason Paula King flattened my tires at the Kennedy Hospital parking lot in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG in the beginning of the ‘98 year, was because I kept trying 2 hide and escape from her gang for 30 years. It was Marylou and Kenosha, 2 high ranking Viqueens under Lieutenant Mini-Great Julie, and 3 of their direct subordinates that were all telling me this. They reminded me that I am always trying to run away, and that I never can get away from them, and that this goes on forever without stoppage. Then Mini-Great Paula herself walked from the main meeting hall on this built by SSJKK place out in the great Teck bay just a ways off the shores of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, into the room that is off of this one, a room with lovely colored soft large pillows and many countless flickering as well as steadily shinning soft and bright colored lights moving all over the room. Paula King as she is known on the mortal realm here, said 2 me, do U remember getting an ass-kicking by Sarah-Stacey a few minpers ago out by the central docks? I replied that I did not and then instantly as I said this, I remembered being on my airship, the Great Ricktown Force War-ship, owned by myself as Rictafarius and my lovely lightning Goddess, the GREAT DIANA ARTEEMIS, and suddenly everything that wasn’t nailed down was blowing all over like a twister was in there, and then I remember hearing Diana say, “Oh the gods, look over there behind U Ricky, it’s the Great Mariah“. I turned and B4I could plead with her not to hit me, bang, I was knocked into quadrillions of subatomic pieces. Long story made short, I would reassemble over and over just 2 get knocked into piss again, until finally she said, “I will not hit U again, we need 2 talk”. She told me that she does not like me transferring Maggie’s power into the human world internet system and then using lightning’s power 2 hurt people. She told me that Mrs. Elliot’s blood calls out 2 her from the ground 4 what I did with my machine back in 1985 on the human world, with Magnesonic. She reminded me how after this, and my revenge on the nasty van driver that harassed and threatened me, in Turnersville but a separate incident that is not the one referred 2 the day I was with mom and we were driving around from recording studio 2 recording studio, attempting 2 find a place so that I could record my recently written on May 12 of 1996, ‘Sarah’ song, and after my revenge of the coupe of young snoots at the then Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino, now the Hilton at Hilton Beach, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and how much damage I have done with Maggie, and that she is very mad about it. I then told her that I would forever stop using signal energy dots to cause harm to the people of the Earth planet derived from lightning RF signals-entering magical type of circuits not understood by mankind as of yet, IF she would explain something that I must know B4I tell her what it is. She agreed. I then asked Mariah who this SHELLFISH character is that is there in this strange building in the ninth dimension every time that she takes me there, or spirits me away in my sleep or abducts me like an alien into a UFO ship, whichever way or whatever words sound most copasetic 2 individual listeners and readers. I asked her Y she wants him away and Y he is there against her wishes, after all, she is the ALL POWERFUL SSJKK. She smiled at me and laughed softly and said he represents my disobedience and that she does not approve of me using GAWNUM, nor of my going into such detailed specifics about it on a public site 4 the mortal world to potentially gain access 2 this forbidden coded knowledge. This is all sealed up and meant 2B unlocked when she is ready, not when I deem fit 2 tell it. She said that “shellfish” is sort of a major code in GAWNUM, that she is attempting 2 get other parts of her total self aware and prepared for another major part to the humanity experiment that she has been dreaming in and that this ninth dimension where polarities R pneumatically operated and controlled from. My mind in the interaction that she created for us, merely saw this as some dude that was annoying my queen in this large medical building. Then she reminded me that she comes here once a week, and that here a week is about 22 thousand years on the mortal world. This is when she reevaluates each new humanity experiment. She went onto remind me how Lawtrons come into being with the pneumatics used in this place, as electrically related things cannot B used, and showed me how she wrote the words that she blew into mankind the breath of life and then he became a Lawtron, biblical diction, “a living soul”. Then she told me not 2B upset about the coming 12th of July or the stair-tag-game that she allowed me 2 view, she wanted me to C her family and know that in no way R they ever 2B involved in any of the Morianity Project. This is always between her and me, and that is it. Then the chain that I remember so vividly from the 1969 year, suddenly just materialized and appeared around her neck, only with its astral extras that previous blogging discussions make mention of. She told me that Coolie Hall is indeed connected as is 1100 State Street’s attic in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, all to the old and now long burned down Bolivar Hotel of Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City. She reminded me that when I asked my ex-boss and pal, Don Cialoni, if I could come visit the studio that night in 1984 and place 2 cassette tapes up in this attic behind the pipe near a wall where an overage file of vinyl 33 record albums from the 19 sixties were kept while I was employed there, and place my 2 tapes where the great All Mighty Donna Summer had her HAIR ALBUM stored there 4 a dozen years after Presswell Records, a division of Atlantic records did the pressing 4 us as we did use them occasionally 4 large jobs, and how Don said yes I could visit on his lunch hour, around 9 PM, remember it was a second shift even B4 this while I was there, usually being from 4:30 P through 1A. Ever since I did this, extremely strange and weird things started happening and continued happening weirder and worse, until one day I called Don Cialoni and begged him to let me come and get my tapes out of there. She reminded me that every morning just past half past 2wo, this area went ‘hot’ just as spots in the Bermuda Triangle do, and interdimensionalized space begins forming. She told me that only Paula King’s daughter can get me out of this, as she is destined 2 do, and 4 me 2 stop thinking and talking about what Gawky Gaukauk showed me regarding how numbers properly used can break any query-codes of cosmos. She said I worry and think 2 much, that I need 2 chill, just as Donna had also told me, and the song then was born from there. I do need 2 chill. She then said to hurry up and join her fan club and that she will do all that she can 4 me, but to stop using Gawky’s stuff. She reminded me 2 read the books of her friend Moses, and how only when mankind is ready, will she permit GAWNUM 2B totally used and fully revealed by mankind on the ,mortal world. I will put the disk in my GREAT QUEEN in about an hour, so wish me luck, computers and machines in general R not very nice 2 me, Briggers C2 that, and U know I am telling U the truth, my lovely QUEEN. All I ever want is 4U2B happy in whatever U do here, and never leave me, just B there. I worry every day. Just ask the mascots that beat me up, I am a sissy and a worrier, it is just the way I was designed 2B, but I will try my best 2 chill out. Please tell the maintenance gamesmen not 2 break any more pipes. IWALU.

Any interested parties can read the top of page 4 on this website: http://www.native-languages.org/wrongnames.htm and yes, U RULE, U always have and always will. Bye-Bye 4 right now.

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