SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0283
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
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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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Monday, December 5, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0280
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0280
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
In my discussions of this nightmare that I have been going through with the PARALLEL EVENT and the evil vile filthy monstrous WOMO, I have not recently told how a lot more than just the DOW JONES STOCKS, are part of this. So are the PHILADELPHIA SPORTS TEAMS, and it is all blogged about, all through many blogs in 2007, 2008, 2009, and 2010. HURTING ME via persecution and constant continual covert harassment, causes the following parallel events to happen, way beyond any normal odds of non propensity.
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS GO UP.
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN.
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE.
PHILADELPHIA EAGLES LOSE.
PHILADELPHIA 76ERS LOSE.
When I am left alone by the WOMO-ENEMY, or when things go good for me in any way, then the reverse goes on a preponderance for occurrence. This means that when things get better for me that the:
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS GO DOWN.
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE.
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN.
PHILADELPHIA EAGLES WIN.
PHILADELPHIA 76ERS WIN.
The nightmare around me is 99% wrapped up in the paragraph above. The dirt bag cheating FLYERS won back to back games, tonight and last night, and all because of this death siege on me that is worse than anything I have seen in perhaps my entire life, as I am thinking seriously of committing suicide every minute of the day. That is one way to know you are not imaging how mother fucking bad things are against you, believe me folks. Also, last night, the EAGLES were destroyed. FLYERS WIN/WIN, and EAGLES LOSE; and the stock market was up thousands of points last week. ALL OF THIS WAS SAID AND TOTALLY PREDICTED BY ME, AM I RIGHT OR NOT, GIANT GINA; MY LOVELY ARM BREAKER OF THE NINETEEN-NINETIES? Just as you said to me many times when we arm wrestled and you said you would pin me within a second or two, and after you slammed me down, you giant beautiful goddess you, “TOLD YOU”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELL GINA, NOW I WILL TELL MY BLOGAUD (Blogging Audience). Yes folks, TOLD-UUUU this would all happen. This is the helliday-holiday, and the worst one I get as far as this annual siege is concerned, or THANKSGIVING. The Holiday may be officially over, but shit with this disease against me, begins ahead of the great THURSDAY each year; and it sure as fucking bullshit hell-fire goes beyond this day as well. My WOMO enemy loves to attack my innocent and pathetic little miserable fucking life on EVERY SINGLE FUCKING HOLIDAY HELLIDAY. For new readers, 'WOMO' stands for, WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES.
WOMO enemies have 'magically' broken my equalizer on my stereo. This is how THIS DIRT FILTH got their way with all of this, PROPERTY DAMAGE causes major EVIL EMPIRE as listed above with the various parallel event situations, or ICPE WEAPONRY. Merging both damaging my property with all of the other persecutions, noise, aerial, PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or making people at work, as well as, all around my interaction; nasty with me, and hate me for no reason whatsoever. The list is endless, but you get the general drift of this lesson, hopefully, and whether you believe me or not is not important, or even read it, as getting it out to the world ELECTRONICALLY, is the power that really counts behind this, nothing else, YO. I know that MAGNESONIC is one and the same thing with me placing these words on blog websites, and it will only tolerate so much unfair hell perpetrated on me, and finally and eventually, gigantic earthquakes will rip shit apart all over the world, along with volcanoes spewing death and ash all over, tidal waves, storms, droughts, and all manner of retaliatory strikes against this EVIL EMPIRE.
On top of the property damage, these jerk offs next door blasted their music most of the day today. This is all something that began right after the computer key-worm virus somehow ended, and I no longer get my clock changed back to Pacific Time, or my IP-address turned to an address on 36th Avenue in San Mateo, California. This all stopped a couple months ago, and never resumed. Then Ann to0ld me it all happened the same time that Ding-man was put in the doghouse for cheating on MC with his Nickelodeon Nicky-teens. This all times out together with my being taken into an office and given lots of crazy shit, and told I could no longer talk to the parent-child counselor from 2:15-2:30 PM-EST on Wednesdays. I never started this, it was forced on me by a lady at the harvest named Linda. She twisted my arm to talk to him. Remember folks, things are always done to me, then it is always my fucking fault, I should be totally fucking used to this by now, but I cannot get used to unfair treatment despite having it applied against me for precisely 57 years, as this is my birthday today, 12/04. Still, if this was the only weird wild thing that happened in 2011 or in any other prior year as well, for that fucking matter; I would give an arm, a leg, an eye, an ear, and all of my rotting teeth. Dawn was struck with that old TOOTHACHE-MAJOR button, just as I am, back at the two residences where they had me kidnapped under Stockholm Syndrome, and by the way, I swear this is all true and real under all and any legal penalties for perjury and or libel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take me to fucking court. As for JC PENNEY, they have, I owe them money and cannot afford to pay it right now and must tell a judge this later this month. I fully intend to make good on all my debts when I can but first I need to go to work overseas and work private non-military security, and get as fat ass paycheck and get the mother fucking hell of this stupid disability, the worst mistake I ever made, going on it in the first place, forever putting my fucking credibility down the mother fucking ass toilet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poison in the sky has made me cough and sneeze, have a nasty sore Grant Avenue Copyrighted throat, and many other flu-like symptoms. Elect you Donnie? Are you serious my friend. I might have a dry throat from CHEMTRAILS, and magic tricks out the ass, but I really do not think America wants to entrust the top dog job to a dude who believes I can physically travel in time, because of a lousy song I sent early in 1981 to the US © Office. You are a total buffoon my friend, but should you get close; then I will be forced to send to the entire press, total proof, that you did several things to me; and that you personally believe this silliness about me. IT IS ALL PARLOR TRICKS, you need to talk to Patty Jane, bud!!! I think you convinced my daughter this nonsense,m and it is not like her to believe in silly nonsense. My car might get up to 110 on the highway if the wind is not against me, that is miles per hour, not second. Time is moving very fast. To equal it so that it would appear to be standing still, you need to catch time at about 186,282 miles per second. To make it reverse back behind you, you need to get up around 34 billion, seven hundred million miles per second. IT WAS ALL A TRICK, DUMB-DUMB, learn to laugh, take a lesson from another tower crook, and don't both ride the same elevator without first checking out the weight capacity. You really do not think I know some stuff, this amazes me. I have lots of spare time on my hands, and necessity is indeed the biological mother of invention. See if Richard Marcucci agrees with that one, Donnie boy, and watch the wind.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM----NO----I do not need to keep doing that. Sooner or later, just as love will get us all, or so says the great RIAA, so will Maggie. It will definitely only tolerate so much evil shit done to me, and then one day while you all sleep and party or whatever you may be doing, BING-BANG-BOOM, and good night to the fucking nurses, right John McDowell Onechance????????????BYE-BYE butt-wipes of America, & say hello to the meteors soon.
One more thing I will say folks. I despise certain peeps who have injured me and my peeps very badly. Most people would have murdered them by now, but NOBODY is worth going to jail over, and if your dam ego can tolerate this, not even you, MISTER TOWERWIGGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF BLOG:
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
In my discussions of this nightmare that I have been going through with the PARALLEL EVENT and the evil vile filthy monstrous WOMO, I have not recently told how a lot more than just the DOW JONES STOCKS, are part of this. So are the PHILADELPHIA SPORTS TEAMS, and it is all blogged about, all through many blogs in 2007, 2008, 2009, and 2010. HURTING ME via persecution and constant continual covert harassment, causes the following parallel events to happen, way beyond any normal odds of non propensity.
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS GO UP.
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN.
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE.
PHILADELPHIA EAGLES LOSE.
PHILADELPHIA 76ERS LOSE.
When I am left alone by the WOMO-ENEMY, or when things go good for me in any way, then the reverse goes on a preponderance for occurrence. This means that when things get better for me that the:
DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS GO DOWN.
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE.
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN.
PHILADELPHIA EAGLES WIN.
PHILADELPHIA 76ERS WIN.
The nightmare around me is 99% wrapped up in the paragraph above. The dirt bag cheating FLYERS won back to back games, tonight and last night, and all because of this death siege on me that is worse than anything I have seen in perhaps my entire life, as I am thinking seriously of committing suicide every minute of the day. That is one way to know you are not imaging how mother fucking bad things are against you, believe me folks. Also, last night, the EAGLES were destroyed. FLYERS WIN/WIN, and EAGLES LOSE; and the stock market was up thousands of points last week. ALL OF THIS WAS SAID AND TOTALLY PREDICTED BY ME, AM I RIGHT OR NOT, GIANT GINA; MY LOVELY ARM BREAKER OF THE NINETEEN-NINETIES? Just as you said to me many times when we arm wrestled and you said you would pin me within a second or two, and after you slammed me down, you giant beautiful goddess you, “TOLD YOU”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELL GINA, NOW I WILL TELL MY BLOGAUD (Blogging Audience). Yes folks, TOLD-UUUU this would all happen. This is the helliday-holiday, and the worst one I get as far as this annual siege is concerned, or THANKSGIVING. The Holiday may be officially over, but shit with this disease against me, begins ahead of the great THURSDAY each year; and it sure as fucking bullshit hell-fire goes beyond this day as well. My WOMO enemy loves to attack my innocent and pathetic little miserable fucking life on EVERY SINGLE FUCKING HOLIDAY HELLIDAY. For new readers, 'WOMO' stands for, WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES.
WOMO enemies have 'magically' broken my equalizer on my stereo. This is how THIS DIRT FILTH got their way with all of this, PROPERTY DAMAGE causes major EVIL EMPIRE as listed above with the various parallel event situations, or ICPE WEAPONRY. Merging both damaging my property with all of the other persecutions, noise, aerial, PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, or making people at work, as well as, all around my interaction; nasty with me, and hate me for no reason whatsoever. The list is endless, but you get the general drift of this lesson, hopefully, and whether you believe me or not is not important, or even read it, as getting it out to the world ELECTRONICALLY, is the power that really counts behind this, nothing else, YO. I know that MAGNESONIC is one and the same thing with me placing these words on blog websites, and it will only tolerate so much unfair hell perpetrated on me, and finally and eventually, gigantic earthquakes will rip shit apart all over the world, along with volcanoes spewing death and ash all over, tidal waves, storms, droughts, and all manner of retaliatory strikes against this EVIL EMPIRE.
On top of the property damage, these jerk offs next door blasted their music most of the day today. This is all something that began right after the computer key-worm virus somehow ended, and I no longer get my clock changed back to Pacific Time, or my IP-address turned to an address on 36th Avenue in San Mateo, California. This all stopped a couple months ago, and never resumed. Then Ann to0ld me it all happened the same time that Ding-man was put in the doghouse for cheating on MC with his Nickelodeon Nicky-teens. This all times out together with my being taken into an office and given lots of crazy shit, and told I could no longer talk to the parent-child counselor from 2:15-2:30 PM-EST on Wednesdays. I never started this, it was forced on me by a lady at the harvest named Linda. She twisted my arm to talk to him. Remember folks, things are always done to me, then it is always my fucking fault, I should be totally fucking used to this by now, but I cannot get used to unfair treatment despite having it applied against me for precisely 57 years, as this is my birthday today, 12/04. Still, if this was the only weird wild thing that happened in 2011 or in any other prior year as well, for that fucking matter; I would give an arm, a leg, an eye, an ear, and all of my rotting teeth. Dawn was struck with that old TOOTHACHE-MAJOR button, just as I am, back at the two residences where they had me kidnapped under Stockholm Syndrome, and by the way, I swear this is all true and real under all and any legal penalties for perjury and or libel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take me to fucking court. As for JC PENNEY, they have, I owe them money and cannot afford to pay it right now and must tell a judge this later this month. I fully intend to make good on all my debts when I can but first I need to go to work overseas and work private non-military security, and get as fat ass paycheck and get the mother fucking hell of this stupid disability, the worst mistake I ever made, going on it in the first place, forever putting my fucking credibility down the mother fucking ass toilet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poison in the sky has made me cough and sneeze, have a nasty sore Grant Avenue Copyrighted throat, and many other flu-like symptoms. Elect you Donnie? Are you serious my friend. I might have a dry throat from CHEMTRAILS, and magic tricks out the ass, but I really do not think America wants to entrust the top dog job to a dude who believes I can physically travel in time, because of a lousy song I sent early in 1981 to the US © Office. You are a total buffoon my friend, but should you get close; then I will be forced to send to the entire press, total proof, that you did several things to me; and that you personally believe this silliness about me. IT IS ALL PARLOR TRICKS, you need to talk to Patty Jane, bud!!! I think you convinced my daughter this nonsense,m and it is not like her to believe in silly nonsense. My car might get up to 110 on the highway if the wind is not against me, that is miles per hour, not second. Time is moving very fast. To equal it so that it would appear to be standing still, you need to catch time at about 186,282 miles per second. To make it reverse back behind you, you need to get up around 34 billion, seven hundred million miles per second. IT WAS ALL A TRICK, DUMB-DUMB, learn to laugh, take a lesson from another tower crook, and don't both ride the same elevator without first checking out the weight capacity. You really do not think I know some stuff, this amazes me. I have lots of spare time on my hands, and necessity is indeed the biological mother of invention. See if Richard Marcucci agrees with that one, Donnie boy, and watch the wind.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM----NO----I do not need to keep doing that. Sooner or later, just as love will get us all, or so says the great RIAA, so will Maggie. It will definitely only tolerate so much evil shit done to me, and then one day while you all sleep and party or whatever you may be doing, BING-BANG-BOOM, and good night to the fucking nurses, right John McDowell Onechance????????????BYE-BYE butt-wipes of America, & say hello to the meteors soon.
One more thing I will say folks. I despise certain peeps who have injured me and my peeps very badly. Most people would have murdered them by now, but NOBODY is worth going to jail over, and if your dam ego can tolerate this, not even you, MISTER TOWERWIGGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF BLOG:
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0272
SAFE JOURNAL, 0272
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
This is Thanksgiving morning in 2011. Very soon, I will be in Iraq or Afghanistan, and out of this totally EVIL EMPIRE.
No one will hurt me any longer once I free myself from the bondage of this nightmare game.
I will also be contacting the Federal Communications Commission as well as the American Civil Liberties Union before I leave at the end of the year. One major complaint I will be launching is against Google and You-Tube. No matter what I do, anything I post up there, is not accessible. In case anyone is interested, views are no different than anything else out here, the entire nation is up for sale, and has been. You can buy up to ten percent of a million views on these type of sites. It is not that expensive, but proves to me it is no more than a huge con game. You simply go and type in You-Tube Views, and up pops sites that will sell from normally 5 to 100 thousand, and somehow it does not get your videos banned, or so they say. In any case, some one out here has been silencing me for forty years, and you know, it takes no genius to figure it all out after being threatened, your entire life destroyed, and even locked up by authorities even after taking all kinds of proof and evidence to them that this is not imagined, and bringing witnesses with you to boot. THIS ENTIRE EVIL EMPIRE IS A FIXED CHERAP CON GAME, A BIG DOG AND PONY SHOW, and on top of that, they have ruined me, stolen from me, and owe me ten figure remunerative compensation, and they know it.
I feel so genuinely sorry for all the others out here who are still left, suffering in silent misery and way too scared to ever dare come forward, as I do. They told their truths once, as I did, and still do; and all for naught.
However, before I totally fixate on or blame anyone anywhere, the reality is bigger than any of this, and if the sweet wonderful Pope can stand this news, it is bigger than his great church, and he doesn't have to agree or like this information, as it changes nothing at all. An entire world exists that 99 percent of people do not even know one thing about. Those that know a little about it, still may as well no nothing, and even the few Steve Hawking, either keep their fucking mouth shut, or they pay for it in other ways that I need not blog, you can use your own imaginations.
I grow quite weary of mentally ill entities, revoltingly tired in their spirits of this endless existence we all share and exist in various dimly aware states of parallel universe interaction and cohabitation. No one understands that they are either awake in one quantum flux of reality, or in virtually unlimited other states in parallel existences. Further, this is why we think we have this one life that appears so solid and constant, as the calendars on our walls, when this is the biggest illusion and dog and pony show in the cosmos. Beyond even this, incredible truth exists, that human entities twist and bend and turn into various belief systems and religions.
For the groups who love to put me down, and call me a ranter, and or insane; I will bet any amount of mob borrowed money, double or nothing; that you are closed minded, and would not want real truth, if it slammed into you like a planet smashing meteorite.
There are some people like me, who are suffering in a nightmare. Many believe we are insane. Many have gone insane. If you carefully study insanity and all of its various features that are regularly diagnosed by the psychiatric profession, there is a difference in the way I speak, and the way this group who have finally lost touch, speak. The simple truth however, is that you NEED TO THINK AND BELIEVE, THAT I AM CRAZY. This is YOUR crutch folks, not mine. You would go out and blow your fucking brains out if I proved all the shit in my past six years of blogs, is all real and totally true, down to the nth degree.
Trying to word this in ways that even a few will try to understand who never experienced the real-weird-stuff; is the difficult if not absolutely impossible job of the few of us wh have survived, what Roddenberry refers to as the “Q-Continuum on his great television science-fiction show, called, “Star Trek, TNG”. Many of his powerful messages, went over everyone's head. Only the tortured few like myself, slowly pieced a lot of this together, while maintaining some small level of relative waking world sanity, whatever the hell this really is, folks. For six plus years, my blogs tell a lot more than just about a great family that is a bit more than they akll appear to be. It goes far beyond it, yet still, let me tell you asll just a tad bit about the year of 2011, and them. Running down to Florida in middle December of 2009, only prolonged my predestined agony and doom. I lost everything I had, and they could care less. On top of this, they contact me from time to time, and it is timed to the tee. When I called Sheriff Monk earlier in the year, two members from 3,000 miles apart called me all within a half hour. When I posted the powerful blog a few blogs ago, again, I heard from them, after they cut me off for a while, with lame excuses and explanations. A lpot more is happening people, than I could ever tell or blog, due to laws, and my lack of credibility. I know that power in this world cannot be fouight or beaten by the powerless. The entire Occupy movement is doomed to fail, unless they take up arms and fight and take back what is ours. Everything that has been done to the little 99ers is totally illegal, since dirt bag Ron Reagan was elected as President in November of 1980. This was a quanta wave reality that could not be held back, not after I doomed us all by daring to send the song called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”, down to the United States Copyright Office. I have made my share of mistakes, and will take a lot of mother fucking blame. If I do not, then I am just a low life bottom feeder coward, and a no good rotten ass hole son of a bitch prick. Yes, I am very sorry for a lot of things that I have done, and still must do. But so much more is all behind just this silly waking dream world we all our in here, and there is simply no way in hell to get into it.
For the few Trekkers out there, you need to see that in the show with Q and his 'daughter', an alternate reality needs to exist in quantum flux, not only in a fictional television show, but in the source where this imagined mind image is all coming out of. The mathematics behind all these words is there, and just a bit ahead of most college math majors. Many start to see some frightening quantum reality, and they run and duck for cover, and refuse to go beyond what they know at that point. Einstein himself was in this category, and later recanted nearer to the time where he exited human life, admitting that Quantum Physics is not some wild fiction, or mentally deluded concepts. When the math all adds up, only the perfectly ignorant, remain transfixed with old ideas and notions.
As for my horrendous attack yesterday, this is nothing new. It began after I returned from a powerful dream, on August 15th in 1986, and because I kept both a taped life journal in those days, as well as a visual chart in numbers that reflected the type of days that I would have almost like a digital-diary, it was simple to prove to myself, that there really was life before this night of the nightmare, and then there was the life I began to live, afterward, and it was as different as black and white, and came upon me at the speed of a rocket.
As for my GAWNUM answer on what triggered this day of November the twenty-third; I have decided that until I bring a friend over here to help me out again, with this machine, I will leave well enough alone, and keep my mother fucking big fat mouth SHUT. ********** END OF BLOG. **********
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
This is Thanksgiving morning in 2011. Very soon, I will be in Iraq or Afghanistan, and out of this totally EVIL EMPIRE.
No one will hurt me any longer once I free myself from the bondage of this nightmare game.
I will also be contacting the Federal Communications Commission as well as the American Civil Liberties Union before I leave at the end of the year. One major complaint I will be launching is against Google and You-Tube. No matter what I do, anything I post up there, is not accessible. In case anyone is interested, views are no different than anything else out here, the entire nation is up for sale, and has been. You can buy up to ten percent of a million views on these type of sites. It is not that expensive, but proves to me it is no more than a huge con game. You simply go and type in You-Tube Views, and up pops sites that will sell from normally 5 to 100 thousand, and somehow it does not get your videos banned, or so they say. In any case, some one out here has been silencing me for forty years, and you know, it takes no genius to figure it all out after being threatened, your entire life destroyed, and even locked up by authorities even after taking all kinds of proof and evidence to them that this is not imagined, and bringing witnesses with you to boot. THIS ENTIRE EVIL EMPIRE IS A FIXED CHERAP CON GAME, A BIG DOG AND PONY SHOW, and on top of that, they have ruined me, stolen from me, and owe me ten figure remunerative compensation, and they know it.
I feel so genuinely sorry for all the others out here who are still left, suffering in silent misery and way too scared to ever dare come forward, as I do. They told their truths once, as I did, and still do; and all for naught.
However, before I totally fixate on or blame anyone anywhere, the reality is bigger than any of this, and if the sweet wonderful Pope can stand this news, it is bigger than his great church, and he doesn't have to agree or like this information, as it changes nothing at all. An entire world exists that 99 percent of people do not even know one thing about. Those that know a little about it, still may as well no nothing, and even the few Steve Hawking, either keep their fucking mouth shut, or they pay for it in other ways that I need not blog, you can use your own imaginations.
I grow quite weary of mentally ill entities, revoltingly tired in their spirits of this endless existence we all share and exist in various dimly aware states of parallel universe interaction and cohabitation. No one understands that they are either awake in one quantum flux of reality, or in virtually unlimited other states in parallel existences. Further, this is why we think we have this one life that appears so solid and constant, as the calendars on our walls, when this is the biggest illusion and dog and pony show in the cosmos. Beyond even this, incredible truth exists, that human entities twist and bend and turn into various belief systems and religions.
For the groups who love to put me down, and call me a ranter, and or insane; I will bet any amount of mob borrowed money, double or nothing; that you are closed minded, and would not want real truth, if it slammed into you like a planet smashing meteorite.
There are some people like me, who are suffering in a nightmare. Many believe we are insane. Many have gone insane. If you carefully study insanity and all of its various features that are regularly diagnosed by the psychiatric profession, there is a difference in the way I speak, and the way this group who have finally lost touch, speak. The simple truth however, is that you NEED TO THINK AND BELIEVE, THAT I AM CRAZY. This is YOUR crutch folks, not mine. You would go out and blow your fucking brains out if I proved all the shit in my past six years of blogs, is all real and totally true, down to the nth degree.
Trying to word this in ways that even a few will try to understand who never experienced the real-weird-stuff; is the difficult if not absolutely impossible job of the few of us wh have survived, what Roddenberry refers to as the “Q-Continuum on his great television science-fiction show, called, “Star Trek, TNG”. Many of his powerful messages, went over everyone's head. Only the tortured few like myself, slowly pieced a lot of this together, while maintaining some small level of relative waking world sanity, whatever the hell this really is, folks. For six plus years, my blogs tell a lot more than just about a great family that is a bit more than they akll appear to be. It goes far beyond it, yet still, let me tell you asll just a tad bit about the year of 2011, and them. Running down to Florida in middle December of 2009, only prolonged my predestined agony and doom. I lost everything I had, and they could care less. On top of this, they contact me from time to time, and it is timed to the tee. When I called Sheriff Monk earlier in the year, two members from 3,000 miles apart called me all within a half hour. When I posted the powerful blog a few blogs ago, again, I heard from them, after they cut me off for a while, with lame excuses and explanations. A lpot more is happening people, than I could ever tell or blog, due to laws, and my lack of credibility. I know that power in this world cannot be fouight or beaten by the powerless. The entire Occupy movement is doomed to fail, unless they take up arms and fight and take back what is ours. Everything that has been done to the little 99ers is totally illegal, since dirt bag Ron Reagan was elected as President in November of 1980. This was a quanta wave reality that could not be held back, not after I doomed us all by daring to send the song called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”, down to the United States Copyright Office. I have made my share of mistakes, and will take a lot of mother fucking blame. If I do not, then I am just a low life bottom feeder coward, and a no good rotten ass hole son of a bitch prick. Yes, I am very sorry for a lot of things that I have done, and still must do. But so much more is all behind just this silly waking dream world we all our in here, and there is simply no way in hell to get into it.
For the few Trekkers out there, you need to see that in the show with Q and his 'daughter', an alternate reality needs to exist in quantum flux, not only in a fictional television show, but in the source where this imagined mind image is all coming out of. The mathematics behind all these words is there, and just a bit ahead of most college math majors. Many start to see some frightening quantum reality, and they run and duck for cover, and refuse to go beyond what they know at that point. Einstein himself was in this category, and later recanted nearer to the time where he exited human life, admitting that Quantum Physics is not some wild fiction, or mentally deluded concepts. When the math all adds up, only the perfectly ignorant, remain transfixed with old ideas and notions.
As for my horrendous attack yesterday, this is nothing new. It began after I returned from a powerful dream, on August 15th in 1986, and because I kept both a taped life journal in those days, as well as a visual chart in numbers that reflected the type of days that I would have almost like a digital-diary, it was simple to prove to myself, that there really was life before this night of the nightmare, and then there was the life I began to live, afterward, and it was as different as black and white, and came upon me at the speed of a rocket.
As for my GAWNUM answer on what triggered this day of November the twenty-third; I have decided that until I bring a friend over here to help me out again, with this machine, I will leave well enough alone, and keep my mother fucking big fat mouth SHUT. ********** END OF BLOG. **********
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