SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 189

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 187
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT-1995
BLOG SUBTITLE 4:
“BREATHING VERSES PULLING TEETH”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
STM MIND SOURCE, WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SBT-DATFILE: 070811.872

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Enemies are giving me a major diarrhea attack, so I will begin this blog and it should have been another supplemental one as have been the past several of my blogs. There are enemies, there are Flemenies which is a shortened term for Florida-Enemies, and then there finally are what I can only describe as twenwemies. This term is shortened as well, and in longer spelled out version would make the words of Twilight-Zone-Enemies. I like shortening things, it makes for a better read, the only problem being that I need to obviously remind all readerships that these terms stand for what they indeed stand for, and very often,. As otherwise, they forget. SOSO-WEIN? Oh and yes, that is for 'SAME-OLD-SAME-OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW'? I better shit or this room will stink real bad for a while and need to be cleaned up hyper huge time, YO.

Now my shit attack has been dealt with, Dark Shit-holes David of Westmont, nearly 300 years ago from where the 600 love slaves were atomicly retraced, let us move on, BRO. I still remember the powerful dreaming interaction when my mom awakened me at 506 Robin Hill, and told me that “Diana was outside and I needed to wake up and talk to her on the Privecode Machine. This was the day she struck the pole, and broke the original machine, and the telephone, later on in Mullica Township, she struck the pole, and broke the phone and the caller ID box. Then later still, back in time only eight weeks or so, the great all mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle informs me that I am now suddenly ready to know the truth, that it is HER and was Her all along, in 1980, in 1983, and now and all the time in-between, and that she is a giant coil, a strobe light, more than 50 feet high, pulsating with millions of primary and secondary colors of electromagnetic radiation, from the deepest purple to the brightest red. Some know these terms more scientifically as infrared and ultraviolet. In the dream, SHE was HER true self and in HER true form, a gigantic awesome beautiful throbbing pulsating coil of pure energy, far purer than man and his or her science could even hope to understand at the present point of time in the STM-2011. SHE is an awesome teenaged goddess. SHE never exists as anything other than what SHE really is. It is our changing universe that perceives various points of illusion in separateness. This can be thought of as TIME. When SHE decides to come into the dream, SHE dreams that SHE is being born, or HE is being born, depending on the dream. Once born however, HE or SHE, can always take a miniature of its true reality, and hold it as a human being would hold a hand held flashlight. However, this is an actual miniature energy-coil, only instead of saying this is a doppelganger of the human now dreaming in this physical form, in reality, the human form is the double or doppelganger of the truth or the energy reality. The one person who might understand this better than anyone freaking else alive, would be the great author, by the name of James Redfield.

Last night, I was beside myself. I tried for three solid weeks to book myself an appointment at the only recording studio within about 80-140 miles from where I reside, and nobody would return my calls. I fell into a very troubled and foreboding sleep. The next thing that I was aware of was super major. I was living at 1802 Robin Hill apartments, with Paula King, in the year of 1975. I became aware that this was a recurring dream, while inside the dream, and then came totally into vivid awesome and even surreal lucidity on a waking type of level unlike most dreaming experiences that humans believe that they are remembering upon awakening out of them. I knew that this other life was totally real, a parallel universe, and other so-called dream memories while back awake in another so-called reality, were not dream-memories at all, but an entire paralleling life that I am indeed living in the 5th dimension. Naturally, I understand all of this on a waking level, and you are thinking I need serious couch time. That's all fine and dandy, as I know better. There is a reality where I do live there with Paula, and to my knowledge, she is trying to give up her bizarre somnambulism abilities of waking up throughout multiple doppelgangers of hers throughout hyperspace, and dominating them as the one Paula King identity who se really is all along. She is trying to break the habit she informed me, and cannot yet give up her awesome power, but the reason for it has to do with her being a member of the most incredible girl-gang in the multiverse and beyond. She is Mini-Great Jewelly, on the Astral Plane, and is the top highest First Lieutenant in the gang run by the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. In this role, she becomes subservient to the great SSJK, yet when there is no VIQUEENS meeting, she is in the role of the wife of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle. Her name is Mariena-Carlittia Krassle, the mother of SSJK. This is all on blogs that go back into 2007 and earlier, it is all up here, with or without the great Kevin Moore of Levittown-3, am I right “know everybody in the county' thug David? Also told is the event where '168' and myself, mortals know this entity as David Charles Roth, my old pal from the Caldor #113 Store of Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USAESMWG in November of 1985,while I lived my 2nd tenure at the Highview Apartments of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG in 1985 into 1986 after leaving the Patterson home at 1406, in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG, on Highland Avenue, in 1984 into early 1985, and many unexplainable events began happening such as my following the last trump into phase 3 reality or physical life. Some things have Biblically reversed, as Wall Street and the MARK of the beast, Wall Street being the symbolic representation of BUYING AND SELLING, and only idiots that refuse to open up their eyes and ears to really see and hear truth, know that something has gone wildly outlandish and totally surreal, and totally off the once predestined beaten track. Still and all, I came to learn just today that I owe Donald j. Trump a sincere apology for one huge thing, and I'll give it to the man, as he knew for years after the 21st century came in, that I was a lot more than I knew myself, at the time. When he saw Leticia Tilley in his great Trump Plaza Casino, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in the summer of 2009, when Dawn and Ann and Letty, and I were all in there, he freaked. He had every reason to freak, after knowing about the radio broadcast on the internet, where some butt wipe is using my voice to pretend it is the mighty and great politician of yesterday by the name of Linden Banes Johnson. After TAWF-CUZZ KENNEDY was assassinated in 1963, the VP of the USA at the time, was LBJ, and he served out Kennedy's time in the white house. His wife appeared to me in the interaction, and I have photographs of her at the age of 15 or so, or did until I left for Florida and lost every mother fucking thing I had, and this beautiful teenager was in some way, indwell-ed by the great SSJK, and on top of that, the entire Kennedy branch of THAT-FAMILY or (TAWF), has what human-kind mistakenly refers to as, 'supernatural and mysterious occult powers', one being, dream control of hyperspace doppelgangers. A distant cousin, the mother of the greatest female recording artist that ever has lived here on Earth, is one of them. Still, in a parallel universe where I am drawn to many times, I will always know her one true absolute waking identity, waking of course relative to there, and this of course is PAULA BELINDA KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula King is the love of my life, over there. My two wonderful daughters mean everything in this world to me as well. I do not recognize the barriers and walls and normal obstructions of the 4th and the 5th dimensions, and they mean everything to me right here as well, no matter who likes this or not.

When I woke up this morning, to use the forward-mortal world illusion perceptions and verbalization; I went over to the job site to buy a few snack items, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. When I returned, my Studio Park Records business partner, PP; called me up, and we had a terrific chat; and major things were accomplished. Still, this leads me to tell the entire planet population, about a huge time-travel event; that happened, unless some parlor trick beyond my imagination, can otherwise explain the event that I'm now about to freaking describe for this readership. For 3 straight weeks I've been blocked by powerful unknown forces from doing one simple thing, and this thing is making an appointment to do my next musical project. Paul called the studio up and managed to get us all connected up together, the entire bullshit story is not necessary to be told on the blog. In one quick fell swoop, that should have been as easy a thing to do as breathing, took the power of Hercules to accomplish, and the entire time, I could literally feel the weight of the Empire State Building, pushing against me, and preventing me from doing this. It was not fully accomplished until about half past five or so this evening, so I am quite sure my predictions for Wall Street were totally on the money and exactly as I predicted, up 500+ on the week, and at least 100 the last two days of the week. If it is not up to 13-K, it will be as next week ends, as the hell on me is what fires the nuclear fucking fuel of their bullish ass illegal covert yup-trends on Wall Street, and every mother fucking billionaire on this evil fucking demonic planet earth, knows me, and kn lows about this and about me, and these parallel event effects. Here is what I must tell, and I must get your fucking attention, so I am capitalizing these words, and internet protocol be fucking damned to shit ass hell, YO.

Back in the 26th Street ghetto where I moved out of to live here in the Fort Pierce Public Housing building, at 7th and Avenue B, at unit #607, as I am not hiding from you, oh great Tyra Banks, or anyone else; as I have nothing to fucking hide, as I am doing nothing illegal, well, that will be further explored after I finish this point, and now I will raise the casing of these letters to make a bigger freaking point!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UP IN THE HOOD, I USED TO GET CONSTANT CONTINUAL LOUD RAPPER THUMPING GARBAGE MUSIC AT TOTAL ILLEGAL LEVELS, ONLY THERE ARE NO LAWS IN THE RAP ASS GHETTO HOOD. HERE, IF THEY KEEP GOING TOO FAR, THE POLICE WILL HAVE TO STEP IN, AND IT IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AS JOHN HENNINGSEN CHAINMAN BIPPIEBETTER OILSPILLS, WOULD SAY; BACK IN FUCKING ASS 1969, YO. Remember NOW FOLKS, I HAVE BEEN WAITING NOW FOR 20 DAYS OR SO, AND HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO MAKE CONTACT WITH EITHER MISTER BONJOVI OR RYAN, AT THE STUDIO. AT PRECISELY 5:23 AND 30 SECONDS PM, A SUPER OFF THE SCALE RAPPER THUG DIRTBAG ENEMY FLENEMY NIKENEMY THUMPER CAR STEREO ATTACK STRUCK LIKE NOTHING THAT I EVER HEARD IN MY 6 OR 7 WEEKS HERE AT THIS BUILDING. SUDDENLY, THE ENTIRE BUILDING SHOOK. THEY HAD TO LITERALLY BE IN A VAN WITH TEN SUBWOOFERS, 4 BATTERIES, AND MULTUIPLE KILOWATT-4-OHM AMPLIFIERS. IT WAS AS LOUD AS IF LIGHTNING STRUCK THE BUILDING, AND THE ENTIRE BUILDING SHOOK, I DON'T MAKE SHIT UP, AND THE PROJECT BLUEBOOK-UFO-PEEPS, KNOW THAT ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS SET THEIR SURVEILANCE SYSTEMS BACK TO THE FRONT OF THIS BUILDING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY; AT 5:23 POST MERIDIAN EASTERN DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME; AND THEY CAN SEE AND HEAR THIS PROOF, AND THEN THEY CAN CONTACT THE AT&T PEEPS, AND SEE HOW RIGHT AFTER THIS THUG ATTACK, MY PHONE RANG AT 5:24, AND IT WAS THE RECORDING STUDIO CALLING; TO MAKE MY APPOINTMENT THERE FOR NEXT WEEK, DESPITE ALL OF THERE ATTEMPTS OF KILLING MY CHANCES, AND STOPPING MY LIFE, AT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TURN. WHY THE AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS LIBERTIES UNION WON'T JUMP ON BOARD AND HELP ME, OR THE MIAMI FIERLD OFFICE OF THE FBI; OR EVEN MY EX-LANDLORD FROM HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG, AGENT STEVE CARUSO, FROM AUSTIN, TEXAS; IS BEYOND ANY FATHOMABLE, OR CONCEIVABLE, OR RATIONAL FUCKING ASS MOTHER CLIT SUCKING EXLANATION, AT THE SPEED OF MOTHER FUCKING LIGHT SQUARED, CUBED, AND QUADRAQUINTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But then, I took similar evidence like this, & even better; twice; 2 terrorist threats against both my mother and myself, once in 1990, and again in 1996, to the authorities; and all they did, was take me to crises centers and refused to help me. THIS ENTIRE NATION AND PLANET IS INDEED A JULIA ROBERTS AND MEL GIBSON SUPER FUCKING CONSPIRACY!!!!! Either they are doing this shit to me for whatever reasons, or they know about it and refuse to get involved; to protect a legitimate United States citizen from continual horrendous persecution, harassment, and relentless death siege; and this problem is ongoing now for a solid mother fucking 25 years, and all beginning on the day of AUGUST THE 15TH, IN THE YEAR OF 1986, and all connecting none other than 'THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY of 1970', or “TAWF-70”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My aunt did not die of a flu shot. She was murdered, and so was my mother, and so was David Roth. I will swear to this in any fucking court in the United States, but as that poor little innocent dead Florida Child also knows, what good is it gonna fucking do for me, YO???????????????????????????????????????????

PLEASE WATCH YOUR BACKS CAREFULLY, ALL MY FRIENDS, BECAUSE THESE PEEPS ARE NOT PLAYIONG, NOR ARE THEY TAKING ANY PRISONERS, AND THIS IS NO GAME. If I die, this entire world was never here, because I AM THE GREAT MAGNESONIC, & YOU HAVE NO CHANCE STACEY, YOU WITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have tried to love you for trillions and vigintillions of years. You are a relentless jealous and totally out of control teenaged goddess, and I have had it. If you ever want THAT-BOY to forgive you, do a song for me and let me know why the hell I should!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION: