SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0283

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0283
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
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“A SIMPLER THAN EINSTEIN FORMULA, EW=ALOE”
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So far today, I have had two major UTILITY ASSAULTS, covertly and illegally fucking perpetrated against me, WHERE ARE YOU FCC ROBERT MCDOWELL, OLD HADDONFIELD SCHOOL CHUM. Mister Mackey said you would grow up and be a man, so would you please step up to the plate now and help me, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of this, planes all day have been buzzing around, their evil cheated DOW JONES STOCK MARKET just as I predicted and TOLD YOU GINA, flew way up for another MONDAY AND WEEK OF BULLISH SOARING, my hallway screamer scum bag neighbors are nut case monsters, it is getting worse and worse, somebody is putting all these diseased monsters up to all of this, and I KNOW IT IS DONALD JOHN BASSLER SCUMBALL TRUMP JUNIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no way it is my dirt ball son in law, as he stopped taking over my computer a couple months ago at the same time that he went into MCD (DOGHOUSE) for his infidelity. I do not believe he is in any position to fuck with me while in the doghouse right now. That leaves President Hopeful the clown buffoon. Only somebody with enormous mother fucking wealth and power can be pulling all of this off. Also, right before the closing fucking bell on Wall Street, I took another loud horrific FIRE ALARM ATTACK at the building here. I never ever would have fucking moved into this hell if I had known all of this mother fucking shit about this nightmare horror show. When things get this bad, other things eventually follow, they cannot fail, it is a powerful mother fucking parallel event. PUSSY COMMAND will be starting up soon, huge ultra monster fucking time, unless this backs off a little bit, I'LL FUCKING PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!!!! Also, major fucking klutz out shit is starting and will only grow fucking exponentially worse as this progresses without fucking let up or mercy. Before I started this blog, the shouting in the hallway went on for half an hour or so with these nut case butt wipes next door. It is only a matter of fucking time before monster stereo man kicks in from next door. If it were not for an empty stairwell on the opposite side, I would be totally, fully, absolutely, and completely FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right after that, I went to move on my bed and forgot that I had a glass of cunt eating grape juice on the floor, and I kicked the stupid fucking thing over and spilled it all over my orange throw rug, and had to quickly get hot soapy water and a rag, and whatever muscle I could muster up; and scrub like a fucking trapped animal, in a Roddenberry menagerie from the middle sixties.

Work was hard and hell today. I worked like a fucking jack hammer highway worker in an Arizona July desert void of water or shade. The meeting that gets me off my feet for a short time that breaks up the day, was for whatever reason, just suddenly canceled, and I worked my mother fucking ass hole fucking off, from the minute I arrived, until I clocked the fucking shit out of there. As I said, it is now a matter of time, before some luscious fucking pussy just throws herself at me, and this time brother, I'll fucking take advantage of the situation, unlike the thousands of times in the past when I pull a fucking Nancy Reagan on the slut. Once this happens, it will be the total demise of this EVIL EMPIRE, and the other 99 will get their chance, finally; to live in the land of relative freedom, freedom from the oppression of the powerful , I will abbreviate this to (FFOP). Pronounce it EFFOP if you like, I'll be using the word.

The first utility attack was the telephone when they illegally cut into my line and cut me off from the system when my bills are paid and up to date. They do this intentionally when I am in a trance with the lightning goddess DIANA, as it has a tendency to cause major fucking shit. Four summers ago on June 21st in oh-Marola-eight, they did this, and I ended up all over the place, or it could have been the next huge interaction that resulted after this, I am not sure right now, but remember the date of August 22, just a week shy of the official Stockholm Syndrome kidnapping of me by members of the greatest family in the world, be it distant and poor branches of it or not. To pull off a great con scam job, you do not do the obvious. If MC herself had done all of this directly for example, who wouldn't believe it then? It always goes back to the great Levi March on the LAW & Order episode with the GRIFFIN.

Well, since they (THE WOMO GARBAGE) won't back this off one tiny fucking iota, we will now talk a bit more about the great and mighty and
quite illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, that went the way of Gerard Stiles and Dark Shadows, and Collinwood, right down to the times and years. All fans of the hit 60's television soap show of Gothic morbidity, know perfectly clearly and well, Mister Nixon, Mrs. Nixon, and everybody freaking else; that this is beyond outlandish and just too weird to be true as far as all of it being some gigantic mother fucking coincidence, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme a dam break. What you do not have a clue about unless you are Steve Hawking, is that we all are a larger 'personality' in and from, a lighter, and virtually gravitation-less higher plane or realm. Now you must begin by knowing a powerful fucking secret peeps, and that is that LIGHT is the reflection of TIME. My daughter told me this before she was born, in a powerful vision, and reminded me of this all over again about 3.5 years ago, during my last months of residing in my Mullica Township, New Jersey trailer at Jenny Plageman's trailer park of HELLHORRORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this larger self dreams down into a hyperspace, or a trillion to the power of trillions, of parallel universes, where pieces of our total selves, all exist and live in separate lives. The science of Quantum Mechanics and or Physics, attempts to unravel lots of shit pertaining to this, and in some ways succeeds quite well, and in others, it simply fails miserably and totally. Still this science is young and new, and beginning to learn the strange forces in the world of the Quantum, as well as the way certain smaller things operate in an entirely set of laws than we can begin as of yet to start understanding and or appreciating. Here I am preaching all of this shit to the blog worlds of cyberspace, and it is me that needs to hear and have these concepts reflected back at me. Human life tends to make us forget what we totally remember. When certain doors are opened and walked through, life cannot ever go back again. You may think you are walking back out of the room, when all that really is happening is that you are walking into an illusion. You cannot walk both ways through subatomic doors. I am being figurative peeps in my words here, but it does give a bang up illustration, so I will say these things. If any one reading this, could see for five seconds, and hold their attention that long, on what I totally know, and thus would be existing in a truer fifth dimensional reality; it is doubtful, you could ever shed off the two dimensions you experienced for those tiny little five seconds, and thus, you would become like I am, trapped in hyperspace, and with awareness to this truth. This makes me and all of you as different as train and an elephant. This is just truth, nothing more, and with no hidden implications or meanings within these symbols either.
The owners of this world, the wealthiest families, know completely, that I have stumbled onto gargantuan dangerous fucking shit over the past thirty-five years or so, and that it is growing quantitatively, and beyond and independent of my control. They also know, unless they are swallowing stupidity pills, like kids eating Ecstasy tablets at some wild NYC party club; that this is why quantum fitting has placed a lot of stuff together in the way that it has, and obviously has plans far beyond my limited horizons to even begin to venture a guess with any real hope of honest accuracy.

If something begins vibrating, the faster it goes, the more atomic friction or rubbing occurs, and the first observable bi-product of this is HEAT. As this intensifies, the next one is LIGHT. Beyond this comes all kinds of assortments of cosmic rays. As things go faster, they get hotter, brighter, and normally in post-atomic-size worlds, grow smaller. Other forces exist however that cause the opposite of this as far as size is concerned, and because of an unknown secret of up-line and down-line connective-ness below the mind realm or the 6th dimension. Many of today's scientists still wonder about open and closed cosmos based on the 2.7 degree kelvin average temperature, total matter per cubic centimeter, and many other factors all connected with this that need not be addressed right now. The hypersphere is a simple concept. Take a board and make it longer and longer, and eventually, it bends down on its two ends under its own weight. No straight line can endlessly not eventually bend down and come around full circle, literally. Both space as well as motion intertwine in special and amazing ways. Looking at the cosmos from outside and beyond, it would look like a sphere, a big basketball of a sort. But the ball is moving. This causes many things to all become real. Many formulas show that an open end system will make time start all over again. This is a very simplified way of putting some math formulas into converted English language nomenclature. Put another way, those who think of a big-bang-beginning of time, never see that this is the exact sameness as the end of time from the past cycle. So if time is so many years total, then how many cycles are there? Well, this is what you will not easily grasp. There is no beginning or ending of this loop because it is compressed into a dimension where outside of it is the higher dimension that thought its way into the game it created and is playing, really, us, and what we are playing, and distracting, from the pure hell of existing. Since there are an infinite amount of non-existers, and a finite space-time-mind dimension in six dimensions, there simply is no more room for any more non-existors, so those who exist, just exist, and this concept was somehow figured out and known by the Roddenberry team after Gene passed or woke up really, and I'm speaking of the movie “Deep Space Nine”, from which many offshoot television shows spawned out of. But how does this super compressed and abridged little lesson from 2100 or really, then; '88-2', on Jewelly White's Mayan Calendar or (JWMC), relate to Haddonwood Swim Club and 1996, when it forever closed down, overnight? Many rumors have circulated around about all of this, and I have told a few things on numerous previous blogs. Well, the Quantum World is what human science perceives when observing and experimenting, but in fact, it is all there because of the upline-downline system that is part of a gigantic THOUGHT in the 6th dimension. In 2007, I talked about a strange place containing 12 elevators, 3 of them on four sides of a room, all together in the center part along each of the walls. Each elevator has controls inside of them, called TRINITRAIL CONTROL. Every 60 degrees along a circle is a point of a trinitrail line. Move the intersection of a normal “X” closer together and simply add in another perfectly aligned line through it, the asterisk, ******. Now count the ends of the asterisk made here. Then look at your keyboard. It prints out only five, not six, yet the key shows the full six pointed system intersecting, the triple-X, and just why this discrepancy exists, I cannot in good conscience tell you. I will speculate however, that it is there just so I can further show the power and awesome mystery behind this triple-X. This is the same parlor trick that the quantum worlds used to get the word “MI” to be on the start of the song called, “Real Good Girl” from 1986, that I wrote and copyrighted on the 15th day of August. Who put the floppy disk virus into the fort Pierce Public Library System, so that many times, the word 'ButButButButBut' would keep coming out without even typing anything, it is all up on older blogs from 2010, at www.blogger.com/. I had not yet seen the movie MC was staring in at that time in the spring of 2010, called, “Precious”, but if you get it, and it was done in late 2009; the scene where the fight in the special-ed-school erupts, suddenly has the word “BUT” come out real loud, and out of place. Then my dad had a favorite expression that he used a lot in 1975 while we were living in Lindenwold, New Jersey at the same apartment complex where today in a new name, was right next to the complex where I dated Helen Zebriski in 1999, and had the experience of a lifetime that night we stayed overnight at the Sands Casino, with Sarah Callio's in law parents, the Martino's, at the Blue Parrot Club. This expression that my dad used, was, “Fuck this shit”. If you get a movie called, “12 Angry Men”, and carefully listen to the soundtrack on it, right after the man with the accent wants to change his verdict from guilty to not guilty, and he says 'BEG PARDON', listen and you will distinctly hear the man who complains a lot throughout the show, say, and in the days where a black and white Henry Fonda movie would strictly prohibit this language, “FUCK THIS SHIT”. None of these things just happened, and are all things that the sixth dimension is behind and controlling, for reasons none other than a gigantic game called Ultimate Distraction. What is being distracted from is the fact that existers must exist. It is that simple, just as Red John would put it so well, from Campbell's Soup to Colorado. Now in like manner, this entire deal with SSJK, is a game of distraction. I had no idea who Mister Krassle was in the Haddonwood days. It was in the following years that came right after this era, that I came to learn all about it. I can only safely blog this much today. I made friends with a dude who resembled JJ Evans father's father, on the television sitcom show called, “Good Times” from the seventies, and we would hang out and talk from time to time, at the deep south end of the indoor swimming pool. He told me that I would not be able to stay on the bottom of the pool if I did a special trick with my mind. When I did it, he was right, and I could not stay submerged. Then he told me that I would have a powerful dream that night that it was several years ago and I was on a raft with a friend of mine, and that I should try the same trick when we are trapped by a powerful bay current in the Tuckerton Bay. I tried remembering the event that I knew happened, and until the dream came and went, it remained a blur. However, I went onto tell him the next time we ran into each other, that I experienced an evental time warp, and he laughed and said it is all a trick. Then he asked me what I remembered about experiencing a boat ride that kept repeating itself. Instantly, I remembered a powerful thing from 1986, when David Roth and myself were on Long Beach Island, and indeed, the boat sank, and I died, and then I woke up and it started all over again, over and over. He said that in many other realms of the mind, it is still going on, even though in any one realm, it happens but once. Then he chuckled and talked about compressed boxium and told me how someday when things all weigh next to nothing, hurling ourselves to the stars will be as easy as pie. I just gave him a ling vacant stare. More will be told later. Right now, this incredible dude is behind all that has happened to me for the past 16 years, as it was after he did one huge thing, that my sudden desire to find a seemingly magical teenaged girl from my past, was kindled into a flame throwing rocket, and totally out of control and irresistible, altering my life as I knew it, forever. In 2008, he came back to me again, at a cigar store on the White Horse Pike, in the blueberry capitol of the world, Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG.

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