SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 188

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 188
070811.012
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
BLOG SUBTITLE 4:
“WORST FUCKING YEAR, WORST FUCKING SUMMER”

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MAJOR FUCKING DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, MAJOR FUCKING SUPER SHIT. First on the left side major right past midnight, then at 7 past on the right side 3 minutes later, then one minute later again, another right side burst from fagot Morty Mortino. The Jewish believers call this entity, the “Angel of Death”. His name is known to me, and he is on one hell of an annoying frequency, and invisible to humans, naturally. This has been a super botbar day, and a super fucking botbar week and month, and starting of the 2011 summer season, and the entire fucking year has been the worst year of my fucking entire mother fucking cunt lapping life. MAJOR SATANIC ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAJOR ATTACK BY THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, © Office examiners of august of 1986, it really is 2011, but not one fucking thing has changed for me, N—O—T--H--I--N--G. These diseased fucking jerk off scum bags simply won't allow me to fucking move on, it is not fucking me doing any of this, this is BEING FUCKING DONE TO ME. Dave Roth old buddy, you died just in time, you never had to try and get out of this fucking one, pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is no way, simply put, to get out of it. They won't let me do my music, I am being totally stopped, and if this is the way it is, then there is nothing that I can do about it. Not on e person is willing to help me with m,y computer, it is total SATANIC POWER, total ass influence, and nobody on this entire mother fucking planet believes this can be real and true, some wonderful fucking ass god we all have, Mister Pope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My E-mail either does not worked, or there is a virus in the system. I cannot get one person I know down here in Florida to help me, to come over to my residence no matter how much money that I offer them in cash up front, to assist me. If anyone has a logical rational explanation for this, I'm mother fucking listening. My engineer insists now on E-Mail only contact, and will not make an appointment to do my music, unless it is done with the E-Mail, so make sense out of this folks, really, go ahead, tell me how logical this all is, for a business to throw away tons of cash money, and thinks it is easier to go through E-Mail, than to pick up a telephone and simply mother fucking dial seven lousy ass digits. First they disappear and vanish for 3 weeks, and then when they come back, it is E-Mail contact only. A child can see something along the lines of mischievous shenanigans must be behind this. Stopping me is causing the DOW JONES to go up0 100m points a day, and it will literally be up to 20,000 points by the end of fucking summer time, MARK MY MOTHER FUCKING WORDS. You run a totally crooked country, Sir Obama!!

Yes world, if somebody somewhere was not scared to fucking death of my music,m for reasons the gods only can fucking know, all this shit could not be perpetually fucking occurring.

Only the recording of transdimensional music, or posting of it publicly, can cause weather and geological phenomenon, I was not planning on recording any transdimensional music. The only two songs ever done from a world away, was LOIS FOCA and WANNA' SPEND MY TIME. This garbage has been removed from the public view, and nobody is forced to put up with me. I should however be able and allowed to record my own music, there is nothing wrong or illegal about that, the only illegal shit is what's being fucking done to me, and a child with eyes can see this shit is not one bit fucking made up nor exaggerated.

At least I managed to reach Ann and finally after leaving 3 messages, she called me this evening. She's been very busy with her friend Judge Frank Raso in Hammonton, trying to get Chicky a legal US citizen, as you know, this was the hubby of Dawn-Marie King, until her death from liver cancer; woke her up out of this human experience on last New Years Day. Cancer and holiday deaths, seem to be not the only twin events in this mighty TAWF-70. Still it's at low ass times like tonight, real ebb out low zones that I fully fucking come to realize, and totally ass accept, that I will never live long enough to know one thing about this all mighty and all powerful teen goddess, SDARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and in fact, what she pulled in 1980, and 3 years later in 1983; is beyond unforgivable; and the smart peeps of this planet know that she's made a total and complete fool out ODF me. FUCK YOU LATTISAW; that is OUT OF ME, NOT FUCKING JACK ASS HACK 'ODF'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel your pain, GAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of that name, Dee-Dee and her hubby and kid moved far away to another state. Billy C informs me of many things, not just how gorgeous Queen Dairy-Kate is, up and personal. Lizzy, you are the one person outside maybe Popey, who knows who I truly am, the chosen current time period suffering Huntington. I sure hope all this hell is saving you from all of your fucking sins. None of you have a clue how much I know, how much I could blab some day, and the effects it will have on the entire planet's population, believed on a conscious level by readers or not, and even if it is totally ignored, or even censored someday soon, that;s all coming you know, those lovely PC initials, I know fully well what is and what is totally inescapable, YO. No Scylla, I am not making fun of your fantastic music, merely speaking the truth, which you cannot ever hate me for, as you have told this world time and again, you are the truth.

The event of stopping my music has made my decision for me. I am quitting the AARP HARVEST FOODS shit-hole job next fucking week, and on August 3rd, leaving Florida, fucking forever. I have friends who fucking care about me in NJUSAESMWG. FUCK MALL OF YOU DIRT BAG FLENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So who out there remembers how I was stopped before in 1996, when ATTEMPTING TO RECORD THE SOPNG “SARAH” BACK IN MOTHER FUCKING 1996????????????????????????? I remember. I had a hub cap busted, and did not know that the Huntington Line had continued, but the hammer man sure must have, nothing else explains the bullshit, but who has the hindsight of foresight? Only the gods, I presume Mister Livingston, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gawky Gaukauk not only knows the Pennsylvania Lottery inside and out, but all else as well. So much is clear now, and makes so much sense back in 1980 and in the years that followed. The power of truth does not lay in the digits of 4,5,9, but rather, in the omitted ones, of 1,2,3,6,7,8. Add these digits up to get the powerful all mighty atomic-electrical number of electron, proton, neutron, cubed. Still, add up the other three, and the all powerful 18 stares us in the face. Sorian Copyrights do not begin to tell the story of this nightmare, and even the way Dawn treated me, pales in comparison. By the way, Chester Perkowski ran a fucking hotel on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG back in the 1960's, not the 90's, a prior hack of my mind, and basic fuck up, or PBHE of Jess's mighty gorgeous fucking footballs, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUY LOADS OF FUCKING STOCK FOLKS, as I've been again major fucking hyp0wer time cheated out of my life, Michael Mason/David Mahon-2 style. Be braced short sellers for a 500 point up day tomorrow, YO, and a 30,000 Dow Jones by March of 2012, but as for the little folks, the 90% of paycheck to paycheck livers, we will only keep on getting it right up the ass woprse and worse and worse, the wealthy own us, AND WE ARE THEIR SLAVES AND THEIR FUCKING EXPERIEMNTS, I AM THE FIRST GINNIE PIG, AND AFTER I;M GONE SOON FROM ENDLESS AGONY, YOU ALL AND YOUR KIDS, WILL BE FUCKING NEXT, IT ONLY FOLLOWS THAT THIS MUST be TRUE, IT MUST FJUCKIJNG HAPPEN, YO, but you all believe whatever the hell you want, remain in your fucking blissful ignorance if you so choose to do this, it is your funeral, and your children's funeral. They have you to fucking thank right now for not so much as believing the tiniest chance that old fucking ass MOUNTAINPEN just might be telling it straight and true, after all, the evidence is all there, I have proven this shit and all my claims, 100 ways back from fucking Saturday night, and yes, THAT SATURFAY NIGHT OF NEARLY A QUATRTER CENTURY PAST NOW. When I took my proof of shit, into lieutenant Sakavich's office at the fucking Voorhees, New Jersey Police Department, I was taken to a crises center, and the proof was ignored. This is the very same criminal justice system that just recently within hours, YO, spit on the grave and memory of a pathetic young innocent two year old child. Am I correct here, Florida Attorney General?????????? This is sure one hell of a way to run an airline, and the world keeps right on laughing at America, and it will laugh on until shortly, it calls in the loan, and then my song NEW JAPAN will get 40 million views over fucking night, and it's not even posted up anywhere, huh © freaking Office of 1983? Yeah, good old 1983, huh my fren'-Len??????? It's playing out just the way I remembered it when I wrote MY PANDORA from 1802 Robin Miscarry Hill Paula Apartments, of Voorhees.

Well, I'll crash for the fucking night, my weekend has been ruined, SO WATCH THE PHILLIES DIE, THE FLYERS FLY, AND THE DOW FLY TO THE FUCKING STARY HELLISH ASS HEAVENS, JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA 6500 MOTORCYCLEPLANE ATTACK ON THE WAY INTO MY CIFALOGLIO JOB, as it is all legal, and time stamped, on the blogs of www.blogger.com/ YO, so read it, and know it. It is there for the fucking entire world to face the music, IF ANYONE DARES; but now; one King Wussbag to 'another non-blond' King Wussbag, this entire world is all merely a bunch of fucking pussy wusses, living in conscious waking denial of truths, that they all know damn right well are indeed there. So laugh on folks. Watch those horrible stairs MI, remember, THAT BOY was there and knows what he saw back in '75. What else has TB seen all over this sick world, that is of course for future blogging texts folks, so now it is time for the 'Mountainpen-That-Boy' to crash out, and say nighty-nite to my John McDowell Philly-Nurse, as there 'may not be other chances' if I stay up too long, and the moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning light comes around, right Donna?

END BLOG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC-----MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, here my voice print as I type this now on D-6. Wipe out all powers and forces stopping me from recording my music and violating my fucking civil rights, all orders and commands and tecks. G-901, under CG-18, and ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ S---T---O---P.

BYE-BYE sick twisted universe, nice knowing you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I ask is please peeps, DO NOT SAY YOU AIN'T BEEN WARNED THAT HUGE SHIT'S GONNA FREAKING HAPPEN NOW, YO!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 165

SAFE JOURNAL
KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER 165
6:10 PM, TUESDAY
JUNE FUCKING 7TH,
TWENTY OH MAROLA ELEVEN

START OF BLOG:

IF THEY KILL ME OR WIPE ME OUT, THE FBI, THE STATE POLICE, and ALL AUTHORITIES THAT ARE THERE POAID FOR BY MY TAXES AND YOUR TAXES, TO PROTECT MOTHER FUCKING ME FROM THIS WHATEVER IT IS THAT IS AND HAS BEEN WRECKING MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIFE SINCE AUGUST THE FUCKING 15TH OF 1986, IS COMPLICANT AND PART OF THE PROBLEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. NO ONE WILL LISTEN OR BELIEVE. BUT THEY ARE OUT HERE, AND THEY ARE OUT ON THE INTERNET, JUST AS PROSECUTOR FUCKING WIRTZ SAID IN THE EARLY NINETIES.

They stopped me from going to my job today, and maybe the entire week, I am too fucking worn out and up set to work, and they won't fucking stop or back this shit off, the only way it will stop SSJKK, is if you allow another super attack against my enemies, TWISTERS, EARTHQUAKES, VOLCANOES, HUTRRICANES, WILDFIRES, STPRMS, DROUGHTS, FLOODS, WHATEVER. YOU HAVE HELPED ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND YOU BEGAN CALLING MY HOUSE, AND AT7T AND MISS BLAKE KNOW THIS IS A TRUE MOTHER FUCKING FACT, NO MATTER HOW THEY MAYU TRY AND DENY FUCKING SHIT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My car was hit at the bank today, and the details would blow your mind, I'll fucking tell the entire story later on. I replaced my busted smashed watch at the K-Mart store across from the TD-Waterston-Philbin Bank after checking my balance. PUSSY-COMMAND (PC) is incredible, and why not,m every time I am under this wild surreal fucking shit, PC comes out of the mother fucking woodwork.

Just at 6 on the nose, I am watching fucking L&O, on TV, and suddenly, they wipe out another fucking pair of headphones, it always seems to be the right side that they knock out, and it never ever plays again, making the set totally mother fucking useless. I used to get them at the Radio Shack store, until they stopped honoring their warranties back in New Jersey around 2005 or 2006 somewhere. Hay prick shits, I am not doing this, and if you sell me a mother fucking cunt eating warranty, then I expect it to be honored when fucking shit happens beyond my control and they no longer work through no fucking fault of my own, as it is caused by the WOMO- or the fucking dirt bag millionth-council (MILLCO) of the ASTRAL PLANE. OBVIOUSLY THE DOW JONES STOCK CHEATED MANIPULATED MARKET VIA PARALLEL-EVENTR, IS FLYING, FLYING, FLYING UP TO THE FUCKING STARRY ASS FUCKING HEAVENS, IT MUST BE 100,000 POINTS BY NOW, AND MY PHILLIES NMUST BE DEAD KLAST WINNING 00000000000 GOOSE EGG GAMES THE ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING SEASON,M YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHERE ARE YOU STACEY, I NEED YIOUR HELP. YOUR WONDERFUL LOVER BOY IS WIPING ME OUT AT LETTER 3 CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVERY TIME THAT I SEE THIS MOTHER FUCKER ON TELESVISION, AS I DID JUST MINUTES BEFORE THIS INCIDENT WITH THE HEADSET, POP, they use their TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRUNK DEVICE ON ME, OR 'TSS FLASHLIGHT' INITIALS STAND FOR NAME USED IN YOUR MIGHTY WORDS FROM MILLENIA AGO, SSJKK!!!

I COULD TELL THIS WORLD HIS HUGEST DARK SECRET, PLEASE REMIND HIM OF THIS, HE WILL TELL YOU, HON, HE'S NUTS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT, ONLY HE DOES, BELIEVE ME. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU AGENHT STEVE CARUSA OF THE AUSTIN, TESAX, FBI, STOP BACK BURNERING THIS, I NO LONGER LIVE IN YOUR HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY HOME AT 841 13TH STREET, I AM DOWN HERE IN SUNNY SCUMMY FLORIDA AND NEED YOYU AND YOUR GREAT BVUREAU TO STOP THESE LOVELY 36TH AVENUE RESIDENTS. Hay Sheriff Monks sir, your peeps said to me on the phone, and I am quoting, “A lot of wild stuff goes on over on 36th Avenue”, H-E-L-P*******M-E!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, DESTROY THIS MOTHER FRUCKING WORLD AND UNIVERSE, PLEASE, DO IT FUCKING SOON OR RIGHT NOW, AND HEAR THIS PRINT OF MY FREAKING VOICE, NOW, THANK YOU, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. g-189 AND STOP.

BLOG ALSO STOPS HERE, YO!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 150

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 150
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
2006-2011, MWM/MWM

BEGINNING OF BLOG:

A silly stupid tiny child can see what happened to me yesterday, Tuesday, May the 17th.

All you need to do is read SJ-CH 147 and 148.
Yes, every time I change my address location, I get my car messed with, I told you about Moorstown in 1989, and a year ago right here in Florida, as well as many other places since this August-'86-RGG nightmare all began. Still I have learned through these 25 years of agonizing mother fucking pain and suffering under this intensified HUNTINGTON CURSE, that it is not a matter of when siege and damage strikes, is it because of this OR this OR this, but replace the OR with the word AND. It is because of all of the things all combined freaking together. Manty thibngs are going on peeps, iof you Einsteins out here think for one moment that I am safe to blog sdetails about many of these things, you are totally off base and far away from knowing my reality. I am not some powerful god that cause destruction and counter-strikes. I merely stumbled onto the true secret shit that parallel universes are real, they exist in a huge 5th dimension that some choose to refer to after the late 20th century, as hyperspace. I learned how to capitalize in the year of 1979, on what I accidentally learned about. I learned how to apply the science that I refer to as electronic-metaphysics. Then I came to realize after 20 or more years, that I was being used by a phase-4 entity, who designed his mortal waking existence, and used my physical reality and recording equipment, to literally zap him into existence, right out of Victoria's Twilight Zone. Not all fictional shows are total fiction.

Still, a child should be able to quickly recognize after reading the last two blogs that do not count this one or the one before, just why I was so seriously attacked with major property damage, another thing that the wonderful group that I've called THAT-FAMILY since the nightmares began in July of 1970, can relate to, and one member told outright and publicly to the world on the great O-Show. I know now that I must become an overseas security operator, make a million dollars after several years of work, and then vanish off to a remote South Pacific island. There if I choose to, I can hire a private army to fight off these Milituforce attackers, and kill anyone who comes around to fuck with me. Then, with a small laboratory, I can use my knowledge to construct a device that after I transfuse my blood, can turn me back to age twenty-one and I can re transfuse every ten years. Then in 200 or 300 years, I will come back here when all of you bastard mother fuckers are dead and gone and can no longer hurt me. I know there simply is no other choice.

To play detective and philosopher has indeed got me nowhere, despite figuring out a monstrous story that has been there all along, and placed forever into a subconscious bliss until about 1994, the last magical year in the mathematical system of the PITSTY. So far however, I'll sure as shit one thing, me ol' Morians. I see absolutely no evidence whatsoever, that this year is at all gonna' fucking be anything like 1994, 1980, or 1969. Unless something changes real fucking soon, I am as guilty as Doctor Camping for being King Idiot the great and the Only. I should fucking know better on many things that I allow to fuck up. If anyone knows how hopeless this fucking Huntington Curse is, it is me. No one else alive feels the agony of these fucking nails in my hands and feet. This in no way implies anything other than until humankind is terminated, this family curse is considered one complete lineage. I am not the perfect one, he all ready gave his life for the world, but anyone who does not see that even this was punitation that needed to complete out through the end of time, is blind. How else would the sins and evil of this sick world really be covered properly, give it a rest, Christians. I am in this line of family, I should know better than any and all of you all put together. This does not make me wise or great or powerful. It makes me miserable, fucked up, and cursed, so don';t get it fucked up and wrong, if I may be allowed to quote the great Dawn-Marie King.

I have no answers. I only tell the play by play true tale of misery and woe that I am forced to experience here on Planet Earth. If I had answers beyond this, I would brag about them, and not hide them under any strobing lights.

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REDO AFTER POWERFUL NICKHACKATTACK-073-SJ

I was super hacked, here is a corrected re-do of the blog, YO.

KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296 --- one-eleven P, 02/17/11
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE-AND-TIME-FILE: (DATFILE):
CH-073-021711.542 ALSO KNOWN BY ME AS,
(MISS-BITCH JANE FONDA BALLGAMES)
Standard blog subtitles whether printed or not:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
Additional Subtitle of blog 073-SJ:
REVEALING A BIT MORE NOW ON THE 29 JANUARY
POWERFUL DREAMING INTERACTION WITH SCYLLA
GODDESS IN HER HUMAN PRESENT FORM:

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

My expert is here with me, you need not know any more than this, WOWZER, what a mind, and what a computer hacker. Then, like magic, he is just like my hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, she likes being called by the nickname of “PEE”, poof, he just vanished into the world of the Louise Hendershodt Cyberspace System of doppelganger chemtrails, a subject all over the internet that began in 1969 with me and 'my trinitrail', and later began huge time endlessly reoccurring at the American Honda Auto Plant on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in early December in the year of 1987, 18 years after the trinitrail appeared over the skies of Camden County, in New Jersey; almost to the very freaking date. Still, I admit, and the entire covert and dubious MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY/DOUBLING AS THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OR THE 'MCPC/NSA', is a witness to this wild event as they know every second, what I am doing, and every telephone call incoming or outgoing that happens, and every move I make, breath I take, smile I fake, and doors that I send running after Scylla removes them from their hinges, after-all, it is all right there from thousands of years ago in the KJB scriptures, “knock and it will be opened”.

Last night and during the afternoon, there was a lot of loud music all over, Mayor of Fort Pierce, but I got through the bullshit as I always freaking do. There is a lot of bullshit going on all around me, and I know it, and in addition, Diana told me just last night on the telephone that this indeed is so. Now about things like tracking-cookies, my question to the FCC, and my good school-pal, Bob McDowell, now residing in the Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG area, is this: Why is it legal to to things like that, and why are these crimes not punished every bit as freaking severely as if a bank was robbed, a woman was raped, or somebody got shot. To me, it is just as serious; and it makes not one frigging bit of sense to me, sir, and my good pal from yesteryear. Llllllllllllllllllll55555555555555uuuuuuu. WELL I WAS WRONG, the springtime of mother fucking 2008 strikes again, with the worms of NICK CANNON, DJ-DONNA SUMMER, and other such total fucking filth bag super hackers. GOOGLE UP THIS FUCKING ASS HOLE, 'DJ DONNA SUMMER', BUT STAY OFF OF ANY OF HIS WORM TRACKING SITES, AND STAY OFF OF CAREY'S SITE ALSO, AS THESE SITES TRACK AND HACK. THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP MY BLOG AND WORD DOCUMENT, EXACTLY AS THEY DID NEARLY 3 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO BACK IN OH-8. HELP ME BOB MC DOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS BELONG BEHIND FUCKING PRISON BARS, YO! I'll see all of you in a court of law, as I am calling the Saint Lucie County Prosecutor's Office later today, and having this shit all fucking witnessed. I made the mistake of putting Carey's CD in the other machine and it was bye-bye forever after that, they totally owned my computer after that. MI, I never thought that you would stoop to this, despite your freaking juvy record. THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER OFF THE FUCKING SCALE BOTBAR, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my freaking ass bitch sucking revenge lads and freaking lassies.

Well, if I was not totally 100% convinced before mother fucking today that APOLLO-LUCIFER was incarnated into the 20th century on the 8th of October in the year of 1980, I know it today, now it is full scale war buddy, so here goes. What I did not tell about the January 29th interaction with your wonderful wife, will be told to the world today right here and right now Lieutenant VB-L&O.

It seems that there are reasons for why the capitol city on the astral plane known by the 'dead' as mortals would relate to this topic, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, actually the capitol of Province Olympia, and this is the capitol province on the entire ASTRASL PLANE or realm, the 'SPIRIT-WORLD', if you will, also the other side of the void fields generated at various small portals and time windows in the 'off Florida waters' known as SATAN'S TRIANGLE, also known as the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and fully controlled and operated by the BRIGGBASE RESIDENCE entities known as the one third evil part of the AWA, or the GMC, THE GREAT (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). AWA stands for the astral plane accepted term when placed into an English tongue in the caporial awake living world, is known as the {{{{(((ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITIES)))}}}}

Cannon when he lived here before this in another APDD, lifetime, founded a powerful church out in Jason Cali known by non-LAMIST-CULTISTS as the CHURCH OF SATAN. He invented the human way for mortals to be able to very easily and successfully open up what you may think of as a TRAVEL-CHANNEL, only without the television cable and certainly without the limitations of sitting here in a chair watching a box and a screen on the physical plane. Google up this COS crap, many of you whether you know it or not love and worship this powerful astral plane god, and most teenagers on Earth love and worship him in his new form, oh the gods, what I know is beyond deadly. I will find a way of repairing this time-line mighty one, you can bet on that, I moved out of New Jersey just in your name of time before the year 2010, to make total certain that I never would be working on the beaches of Atlantic City as the Security Chief under the orders and power of your 5th cousin 4 times removed, via your wife's grandmothers 3rd cousin line into Hazel Levy. WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the biggest trick of all, making me feel guilty and getting me to make a fucking fool out of myself with this stupid ass apology song, I AM NOT SORRY!!!!!!!! The very same hack today with controlling my fonts and not letting me click out of it as well as moving my mouse and not letting me control its motion, this is exactly what NICK did to me after I bought that fucking miserable 2008 MIMI, not MI, MIMI, the double bubble, from the Hammonton Wal-Mart, and uploaded it or tried to, and things went beyond bonkers from Yonkers from that point forward. First with or without any New York basketball players, road-trips, hotel heaters, or time travel, Scylla gets my attention by calling her project “energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared”, and then along with that, came the double or “TWIN-MI PROJECT”, twins run in this family, hyper huge time. Of course at this earlier date, I still was about roughly a year away from remembering the road-trip with David Roth in the city of Manhattan, meeting MI when she was sixteen, and writing that stupid song about the encounter a week or so later after coming home feeling elated and blissful after winning money in the casino in Atlantic City, and originally naming it the nick name that I gave to this girl that you all now know as Mariah Carey, “MI”. Remember everybody, I never knew the recording star. I knew a high school girl, and there is a big difference, because she has 'like totally changed', as the kids would say. Her beauty outside has not, but this is not what I am talking about. Only I totally am aware of what this mind bending family is capable of.

Finishing out the beautiful lights in the capitol city as it all relates to all of this story being told now, and that is a total ass promise, YO!!!!!!!! They not only have the full range and spectrum of astral reality, thousands of primary and millions of secondary hues all blending and pulsating together, but the blending and almost blinding brightness of pure white light is just all over, and emanates from the brilliance of the All Mighty SCYLLA, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Herself. The colors are literally hanging from no real tangible anything, and they are just there all over giant buildings that run a half million miles long and 33 miles wide and 33 miles deep, in an unfathomable full three-dimensional city. These strobe effect lights, cause a blissfulness that cannot ever be understood or remembered by any normal and awake person, not even those who claimed they have died and returned, the closest was the mid-nineties lady who tells her story on the All Mighty OPRAH television talk show. Speak of the endlessly vanishing history marker syndrome, here is another perfect case. But then as Diana Arteemis reminds me continually, “nothing lasts forever, it all gets swept away”. All these things about the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal are talked about in some detail, covering but a small smattering, on my now closed down website from the era in time before the MI-TWIN Computer Attack of oh-8, which just revisited me today, bringing its ugly memories back fast, hard, and fucking ugly. Even though the great website is gone, you still can type in MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and be taken via the Mary Carter Alex Jones Cybersystem to the blogs from right before the days of the 'MI-TWIN CAREYHACK' and the return of so very many ugly evil memories of my past days, and here you will see how I managed to alter the time-line that had a good chance to move into hyperspace where I am existing in as the awake person that I am here, and not some reccesant part of my hyperspace infinite-twinned personality. If I had ended up on the beach being called, “FIREDOG” by ex-Mayor Levy, horrible shit would have worked its way into being dreamed in from the 6th dimension, down into this exact atomic vibration of this exact particular universe and its own unique time-line of event sequences based on the actions and decisions and choices of all of us, not just Julia Hoffman, or Professor Elliot Stokes. Google up the only 'knowers' of the truth of the LAMBRIGG CULT and the BRIGGBASE, and the GMC, go to this exact internet site peeps, www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/. This show was put off of the air when the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL figured out that they were about to return to the plot that put the existence of their super cult at major risk of exposure to the physical and awake world, which is a total 'no-no' by their rules. When I subtitle all of my blog text work and information, “THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND (ME)”, I AM NOT SAYING THIS LIGHTLY, OR FOR EFFECTS SAKE. This is hyper fucking time real, and dangerous. Others get on the internet and it all is amusing or a joke or something to comment on and say the guy is a fucking nut case. Well, I FUCKING ENVY THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU NICE NORMAL PEEPS; those that do not have to suffer through ETERNITY IN MOTHER FUCKING HELL, day in and day out, forever and fucking forever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nick, inventor of the FASCITAR, the easy way for humans to open the magic channel, directly to him, and then for those that never try doing that, they merely open up an even easier channel, right there on cable television, TN, no not the Tennessee abbreviation, but yes, those old Jack McCoy coincidences just never quit piling up, so there lads and lassies, and Labrador Retrievers????????????????? Google up exactly what fucking Nick told me about the great “FASCITAR”, and all by using a coworker from my mom's office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, on the surface, a very benign and innocent little thing. Just bring home a booklet advertising a group of learning courses, on cassette tape, all ready knowing that my interests and curiosities at that time would cause all of the rest of this demonic fucking bull shit to all get set into the wild play mode that indeed came to pass, YO, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, the great fight on the Atlantic City boardwalk, and just think, Letty, not Lefty, was not shouting out any phone numbers, nor was she telling me not to call her once I in fact DO BEGIN TO REMEMBER things, or 'get home', same thing; don't worry SKY, I WON'T. U HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. In fact, if I could go universes away from you and your miserable family for what you have all done to me for bezillions of eons, you know that indeed, I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, I COMMAND YOU TO COUNTERATTACK all enemy forces in this evil world that are relentlessly persecuting and harassing me and have been since the middle of August of 1986,
USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS, USE ALL SPECIAL CODED GENERAL ORDERS, AND USE ADT AND ZDT TECHNOLOGIES, SCAN, CRUSH, COUNTERSTERIKE, AND STOP!!!!!!!!! Yes © Office, not all girls are meant to be wrestlers, or for that matter, real good girls. Still, YO, if you study my life, you can see both that my STORY IS TRUE AND REAL DOWN TO EVERY LAST DEGREE, AND ALSO, THAT IT JUST SIMPLY TELLS ITSELF, JUST START ANYPLACE, and keep a fucking open mind, as you need not do one other freaking thing, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So the magic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their powers over the 6th dimension of thought and mind, via {STROBE LIGHT, ALONG WITH THE INTERPLAY OF MOVEMENTS AND FREQUENCIES ALONG THE EM SPECTRUM, (COLOR) AS WELL AS INTENSE BRILLIANCE}, indeed is the KEY, the answer to the long awaited questions of so many pondering minds, of things such as MIND CONTROL, MEMORY GAPS DURING UFO ABDUCTIONS, and the entire work of evil art involved. Talk about having things all down to a totally and absolutely “PERFECT ARTFORM”. Well, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) DOES, AND MISS CHILLIE AND HER CITIZENS BAND RADIO FRIEND FROM 1981 KNOW ALL THIS ONLY TOO WELL, AS THEY BOTH SAY, AND ESPECIALLY MISS CHILLIE; there ain't no doubt about it”, MC, I totally freaking agree with you honey-cakes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! BYE BYE evil demonic satanic world. Tape number 1786 of my life journal on cassette will remain the endless property of the United States Government via the Library of the Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington-13-Roy, DC, USAESMWG, you taught me many things, you old museum secret guy you, wow, does it get much better than all of this MISTER James Freaking Patterson, try topping the story of freaking MORIANITY, just try it sir!!! Dare-ya. And remember that my story, sir, IS TRUE.

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KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073

KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296 --- TIME AND DATE
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE-AND-TIME-FILE: (DATFILE):
CH-073-021711.542 ALSO KNOWN BY ME AS,
(MISS-BITCH JANE FONDA BALLGAMES)
Standard blog subtitles whether printed or not:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
Additional Subtitle of blog 073-SJ:
REVEALING A BIT MORE NOW ON THE 29 JANUARY
POWERFUL DREAMING INGTERACTION WITH SCYLLA
GODDESS IN HER HUMAN PRESENT FORM:

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

My expert is here with me, you need not know any more than this, WOWZER, what a mind, and what a computer hacker. Then, like magic, he is just like my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior, she likes being called by the nickname of “PEE”{, poop, he just vanished into the world of the Louise Hendershodt Cyberspace System of doppelganger chemtrails, a subject all over the internet that began in 1969 with me and my trinitrail, and later began huge time endlessly reoccurring at the American Honda Auto Plant on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in early December in the year of 1986, 21 years after the trinitrail appeared over the skies of Camden County in New Jersey, almost the very freaking date. Still, I admit, and the entire covert and dubious MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY/DOUBLING AS THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OR THE 'MCPC/NSA', is a witness to this wild event as they know every second, what I am doing, and every telephone call incoming or outgoing that happens, and every move I make, breath I take, smile I take, and doors that I send running after Scylla removes them from their hinges, after-all, it is all right there from thousands of years ago in the KJB scriptures, “knock and it will be opened”.

Last night and during the afternoon, there was a lot of loud music all over, Mayor of Fort Pierce, but I got through the bullshit as I always freaking do. There is a lot of bullshit going on all around me, and I know it, and in addition, Diana told me just last night on the telephone that this indeed is so. Now about things like tracking-cookies, my question to the FCC, and my good school-pal, Bob McDowell, now residing in the Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG area, is this: Why is it legal to to things like that, and why are these crimes not punished every bit as freaking severely as if a bank was robbed, a woman was raped, or somebody got shot. To me, it is just as serious; and it makes not one frigging bit of sense to me, sir, and my good pal from yesteryear. Llllllllllllllllllll55555555555555uuuuuuu. WELL I WAS WRONG, the springtime of mother fucking 2008 strikes again, with the worms of NICK CANNON, DJ-DONNA SUMMER summer, and other such total fucking filth bag super hackers. GOOGLE UP THIS FUCKING ASS HOLE, 'DJ DONNA SUMMER', BUT STAY OFF OF ANY OF HIS WORM TRACKING SITES, AND STAY OFF CAREY'S SITE ALSO, AS THESE SITES TRACK AND HACK. THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP MY BLOG AND WORD DOCUMENT, EXACTLY AS TRHEY DID NEARLY 3 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO BACK IN OH-8. HELP ME BVOB MC DOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS BELONG BEHIND FUCKING PRISON BARS, YO! I'll see all of you in a court of law, as I am calling the Saint Lucie County Prosecutor's Office later today, and having this shit all fucking witnessed. I made the mistake of putting Carey's CD in the other machine and it was bye-bye forever after that, they totally owned my computer after that. MI, I never thought that you would stoop to this, despite your freaking juvy record. THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER OFF THE FUCKING SCALE BOTBAR, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my freaking ass bitch sucking revenge lads and freaking lassies.

Well, if I was not totally 100% convinced before mother fucking today that APOLLO-LUCIFER was incarnated into the 20th century on the 8th of October in the year of 1980, I know it today, now it is full scale war buddy, so here goes. What I did not tell about the January 29th interaction with your wonderful wife, will be told to the world today right here and right now Lieutenant VB-L&O.

It seems that there are reasons for why the capitol city on the astral plane known by the 'dead' as mortals would relate to this topic, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, actually the capitol of Province Olympia, and this is the capitol province on the entire ASTRASL PLANE or realm, the 'SPIRIT-WORLD', if you will, also the other side of the void fields generated at various small portals and time windows in the 'off Florida waters' known as SATAN'S TRIANGLE, also known as the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and fully controlled and operated by the BRIGGBASE RESIDENCE entities known as the one third evil part of the AWA, or the GMC, THE GREAT (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). AWA stands for the astral plane accepted term when placed into an English tongue ion the caporial awake living world, as the {{{{(((ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITIES)))}}}}

Cannon when he lived here before this in another APDD, lifetime, founded a powerful church out in Jason Cali known by non-LAMIST-CULTISTS as the CHURCH OF SATAN. He invented the human way for mortals to be able to very easily and successfully open up what you may think of as a TRAVEL-CHANNEL, only without the television cable and certainly without the limitations of sitting here in a chair watching a box and a screen on the physical plane. Google yup this COS crap, many of you whether you know it or not love and worship this powerful astral plane god, and most teenagers on Earth love and worship him in his new form, oh the gods, what I know is beyond deadly. I will find as way of repairing this time-line mighty one, you can bet on that, I moved out ODF New Jersey just in your name of time before the year 2010, to make total certain that I never would be working on the beaches of Atlantic City as security Chief under the orders and power of your 5th cousin 4 times removed, via your wife's grandmothers 3rd cousin line into Hazel Levy. WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the biggest trick of all, making me feel guilty and getting me to make a fucking fool out of myself with this stupid ass apology song, I AM NOT SORRY!!!!!!!! The very same hack today with controlling my fonts and not letting me click out of it as well as moving my mouse and not letting me control its motion, this is exactly what NICK did to me after I bought that fucking miserable 2008 MIMI, not MI, MIMI, the double bubble, from the Hammonton Wal-Mart, and uploaded it or tried to and things went beyond bonkers from Yonkers from that point forward. First with or without any New York basketball players, road-trips, hotel heaters, or time travel, Scylla gets my attention by calling her project “energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared”, and then along with that, came the double or “TWIN-MI PROJECT”, twins run in this family, hyper huge time. Of course at this earlier date, I still was about roughly a year away from remembering the road-trip with David Roth in the city of Manhattan, meeting my when she was sixteen, and writing that stupid song about the encounter a week or sop later after coming home feeling elated and blissful after winning money in the casino in Atlantic City, and originally naming it the nick name that I gave to this girl that you all now know as Mariah Carey, “MI”. Remember everybody, I never knew the recording star. I knew a high school girl, and there is a big difference, because she has 'like totally changed', as the kids would say. Her beauty outside has not, but this is not what I am talking about. Only I totally am aware of what this mind bending family is capable of.

Finishing out the beautiful lights in the capitol city as it all relates to all of this story being told now, and that is a total ass promise, YO!!!!!!!! They not only have the full range and spectrum of astral reality, thousands of primary and millions of secondary hues all blending and pulsating together, but the blending and almost blinding brightness of pure white light is just all over, and emanates from the brilliance of the All Mighty SCYLLA, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Herself. The colors are literally hanging from no real tangible anything, and they are just there all over giant buildings that run a half million miles long and 33 miles wide and 33 miles deep, in an unfathomable full three-dimensional city. These strobe effect lights, cause a blissfulness that cannot ever be understood or remembered by any normal; awake person, not even those who claimed they have died and returned, the closest was the mid-nineties lady who tells her story on the All Mighty OPRAH television talk show. Speak of the endlessly vanishing history marker syndrome, here is another perfect case. But then as Diana Arteemis reminds me continually, “nothing lasts forever, it all gets swept away”. All these things about the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal are talked about in some detail, covering but a small smattering, on my now closed down website from the era in time before the MI-TWIN Computer Attack of oh-8, which just revisited me today, bringing its ugly memories back fast, hard, and fucking ugly. Even though the great website is gone, you still can type in MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and be taken via the Mary Carter Alex Jones Cybersystem to the blogs from right before the days of the 'MI-TWIN CAREYHACK' and the return of so very many ugly evil memories of my past days, and here you will see how I managed to alter the time-line that had a good chance to move into hyperspace where I am existing in as the awake person that I am here, and not some reccesant part of my hyperspace infinite-twinned personality. If I had ended up ion the beach being called, “FIREDOG”{ by ex-Mayor Levy, horrible shit would have worked its way into being dreamed in from the 6trh dimension down into this exact atomic vibration of this exact particular universe and its own unique time-line of event sequences based on the actions and decisions and choices of all of us, not just Julia Hoffman, or Professor Elliot Stokes. Google up the only 'knowers' of the truth of the LOAMBRIGG CULT and the BRIGGBASE, and the GMC, go to this exact internet site peeps, www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/. This show was put off of the air when they MILLIONTH-COUNCIL figured out that they were about to return to the plot that put the existence of their super cult at major risk of exposure to the physical and awake world, which is a total no-no' by their rules. When I subtitle all of my blog text work and information, “THE MILLIONTH-COPUNCIL AND (ME)”, I AM NOT SAYING THIS LIGHTLY OR FOR EFFECTS SAKE. This is hyper fucking time real, and dangerous. Others get on the internet and it all is amusing or a joke or something to comment on and say the guy is a fucking nut case. Well, I FUCKING ENVY THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU NICE NORMAL PEEPS; those that do not have to suffer through ETERNITY IN MOTHER FUCKING HELL, day in and day out, forever and fucking forever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nick, inventor of the FASCITAR, the easy way for humans to open the magic channel, directly to him, and then for those that never tryh doing that, they merely open up an even easier channel, right there on cable television, TN, no not the Tennessee abbreviation, but yes, those old Jack McCoy coincidences just never quit piling up, so they lads and lassies, and Labrador Retrievers????????????????? Google up exactly what fucking Nick told me about the great “FASCITAR”, and all by using a coworker from my mom's office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, on the surface, a very benign and innocent little thing. Just bring home a booklet advertising a group of learning courses, on cassette tape, all ready knowing that my interests and curiosities at that time would cause all of the rest ODF this demonic fucking bull shit to all get set into the wild play mode that indeed came to pass, YO, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, the great fight on the Atlantic City boardwalk, and just think, Letty, not Lefty, was not shouting out any phone numbers, nor was she telling me not to call her once I in fact DO BEGIN TO REMEMBER things, or 'get home', same thing; don't worry SKY, I WON'T. U HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. In fact, if I could go universes away from you and your miserable family for what you have all done to me for bezillions of eons, you know that indeed, I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, I COMMAND YOU TO COUNTERATTACK all enemy forces in this evil world that are relentlessly persecuting and harassing me and have been since the middle of
August of 1986, USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS, USE ALL SPECIAL CODED GENERAL ORDERS, AND USE ADT AND ZDT TECHNOLOGIES, SCAN, CRUSH, COUNTERSTERIKE, AND STOP!!!!!!!!! Yes © Office, not all girls are meant to be wrestlers, or for that matter, real good girls. Still, YO, if you study my life, you can see both that my STORY IS TRUE AND REAL DOWN TO EVERY LAST DEGREE, AND ALSO, THAT IT JUST SIMPLY TELLS ITASELF, START ANYPLACE, and keep a fucking open mind, you need not do one other freaking thing, bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So the magic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their powers over the 6th dimension of thought and mind, via {STROBE LIGHT, THE INTERPLAY OF MOVEMWENTS AND FREQUEN CIES ALONG THE EM SPECTRUM, (COLOR) AND INTENSE BRILLIANCE, indeed is the KEY, the answer to the long awaited questions of so many pondering minds, of things such as MIND CONTROL, MEMORY GAPS DURING UFO AVBDUCTIONS, and the entire work of evil art involved. Talk about having things all down to a totally and absolutely “PERFECT ARTFORM”. Well, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) DOES, AND MISS CHILLIE AND HER CITIZENS BVAND RADIO FRIEND FROM 12981 KBNOW ALL THIOS ONLY TOO WELL, AS THEY BOTH SAY, AND ESPECIALLY MISS CHILLIE, there ain't no doubt about it”, MC, I totally freaking agree with you honey-cakes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! BYE BYE evil demonic satanic world. Tape number 1786 of my life journal on cassette will remain the endless property of the United States Government via the Library ODF the Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington-13-Roy, DC, USAESMWG, you taught me many things, you old museum secret guy you, wow, does it get much better than all of this MISTER James Freaking Patterson, try topping the story of freaking MORIANITY, just try it sir!!! Dare-ya.

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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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safe journal, chapter 0058

WORST FUCKING DAY OF MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE
MAJOR COMPUTER MOTHER FUCKING HACK
MY ENTIRE BLOG DESTROYED, VANISHED
3 PAGES POOFED OUT, GONE

ATTEMPTED FUCKING REDO:

SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 0058
WORLD LABS OF 2294-SBT-DATFILE-020111.610
Start:

CHEMTRAILS R WORSE THAN THEY HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE.
VIDEO HACK ON MY REMOTE DVD-VCR EQUIPMENT AT JUST SHY OF ELEVEN THIS MORNING.
COMPUTER HACKING OFF THE FUCKING SCALE.

Somebody did not want what I said, fucking said!!!!! It poofed off when I told how Scylla knew that Diana’s brother Apollo, would fuck with me all throughout my life. Then she intervened. I had a super blog, and ‘they’ fucking destroyed it, or the MILLIONTH COUNCIL or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES did.

I began by talking about a woman and a child and the year of 1978, and how Benjamin Franklin was taken up 2 the year of 1978 and 2 the Jackson Township, New Jersey amusement park called the GREAT ADVENTURE THEME PARK. Also I talked about how my high school where I went in 1966, 1967, and 1968, in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, is so totally fucking involved in all of this. Oh the mighty Linda Achilles, sometimes I wonder if I could purchase a new automobile if I had ten lousy cents 4 every recording artist who ever telephoned my house since the year of 1978. I guarantee if it was used and I got a good deal, I would, so move over Rob Hartley. The siege I am under is because Scylla showed me a gigantic new reality, just hours after posting my last blog called, ‘Safe Journal Chapter 0057’. I know what I know and how real it all is. I am living through this fucking diseased ass nightmare.

I will not miss this fucking library, as I will not need it after this Friday. None of U need 2 fucking know any more than this. These {{((BUT))}} hacks, wipe out poof attack hacks, and so many more, FUCK-U, as there will B no one 2 fuck with me as I then will B doing all of my blogging from my fucking residence. HA-HA-HA!!!!

I always knew there was a powerful reason 4 the effect that dog in the Alaskan movie had on me back in late September of 1971 in Exton, Pennsylvania. Every time a quarter ass century passes, I have 2 go through this shit all over again, right Ziggy??? Now if Dawn does not throw any more tables into my face, or I do not move into Indian River County, and I do not take any more rides on any NASA choppers, ***OR***, fall 4 any more family tricks of skin-poisoning, I should B able 2 resume shit and pick up where it all left off around middle August or slightly earlier, back in mother fucking two thousand and freaking eight. None of U have a clue what is going on, even I am clueless 2 so much. I have learned that Christians R totally full of fucking shit about SATAN not being able 2 travel in the 4th and the 5th fucking dimensions. I TOTALLY KNOW THAT HE CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UR totally clueless 2 what is going on everywhere I go and with anything that ever in any remotest possible way is ever connected with me. This is definitely including the Harvest Outreach place here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG.

I totally got your message. Thank U4 spending the entire night with me, first at exactly 10:30 PM on the 28th, and then all throughout the later night and into the morning of the 29th. U really R and will always B, my Sarah-Stacey Krassle, there is no doubt about that in my mind, and the heck with Miss Chillie or any of ‘his’ other pals. Try keeping him in line today; he is totally wiping me out. Thank U so very much. Yes of course the creators of ‘L&O’ R in with the RIAA, the proof indeed as U said is the Brad Messenger joy drink of 1969, I love the way U put it, U really made me laugh. I love the way U can find humor in so many horrific things. UR my hero Scylla. All I can do is hang in there and yet at the same time, not copy my relative, Mister Arthur Huntington. That is not the way that I want 2 ‘hang in there’, that is totally 4 sure, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other blog that enemies wiped out talked about the “HUNTINGTON-CURSE”. I do not remember the exact things that I said, when and if I do at a later time, I will then print it.

As 4 the money or the 100 dollar bill with Franklin’s face on it, at the amusement park in North New Jersey, the great Linda Achilles knows a lot more about me than Haddonwood Swim club, Tony Zenun, mile high roller coasters, PITSY 4 and 5 years, and knocking my song off the number one Country Indy Charts in 1998. She has several girlfriends, and all from Haddonfield, in New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy (USAESMWG). One was in the education world, and the other was connected with a small town restaurant where I had applied 4 a cook’s helper’s job back in the summertime in the year of 1975. The United States Copyright Office totally knows ‘what’s wrong’, and has in both the years of 1984, 1975, and today in 2011. They will most likely say they do not, as we all tend 2 deny stuff if we think that in so doing, it is more advisable and acceptable sociologically. Still Joan Laplane from Haddonwood knows some of my hidden talents. This does not change the fact that Tony Zenun owes me money. But then, some debts R trade offs and hush money, still, I can totally relate. I do not know how Thomas Reale can fucking live with his ugly miserable child molester self over in Somers Point, New Jersey. But then, I cannot crawl into the sick minds of most persons occupying this world of upchuck.

I TOLD U GINA, AND I TOLD U EVERYBODY ELSE, AS LONG AS ‘THEY’ HAVE ME 2 FUCKING PICK ON AND RELENTLESSLY PERSECUTE, DAY AND NIGHT, YEAR AFTER YEAR SINCE 1986, THE FLYERS WILL GO ON WINNING AND WINNING AND B FIRST PLACE CHEATING HOCKEY BOYS, AND THE CHEATING STOCK MARKET AND DOW JONES WILL JUST CLIMB UP HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, FOREVER AND FOREVER. I TOLD U EVERYBODY, AND I WAS FUCKING TOTALLY FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIGHT????????????????? Yes it all came back Mister President, but how does this help MAIN STREET, KIND SIR??????????????????????????? When the markets were allowed 2 totally crash in 1939 as they did not have me 2 pick on then and use ICPE-PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY against me through the bombardment of vicious persecution and detestable abominable harassment, the rich fell as they should have in 2008, and would have if certain peeps had remembered their true heritage and where they really came from. Washington will always B Washington, and I learned this from a man who totally understood science and numbers quite well, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well there was the Firemall and the monster ass tapes, the high school robbery, the Phillies World Series Parade, the Lakehouse choke holds, the get hypno’d at all costs, and then there were so many other can games that this dude ran on me throughout his current lifetime, from tire rim bullshit 2 the totally unbloggable. However, Scylla told me not 2 mention them, so I cannot. So, “Dear Diary”, I can say this fucking much. She is back again, the second coming of the SAR, 2 keep this evil bastard in check and out of my hair. So far, it appears that things R not going totally as SHE planned after leaving me in July of 1969. So skate on Linda, and say hello 2 Leo Quigley and the Guv 4 me, after all, can I ever escape certain initials that R born out of Jim Burr and the Millionth Council, and the list does indeed march right along.

Then there was the topic of vehicles that move on realms long after they stop moving on this physical one. The problem with trying 2 explain in real good scientific detail just what is happening, is that I am awake here in this place, along with 7 or 8 billion peeps having a wild dreaming interaction and believe it is real. My PEE knows better, and that is Y she was able 2 invent the EBDS (E-BAY DELIVERY SYSTEM), but then, they will keep her locked up at the Egg Harbor City detention center until she is 18, and then the gods only know what the authorities will do with my very special daughter, on the 29th of September of 2016.

No matter what happens, I will B telling huge secrets very soon, and most likely end up disappearing, vanishing, and poofing out, perhaps landing wherever my many blog texts do, on the other side of the fucking stinking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. If U should decide 2 GOOGLE up this topic, U will get many view and ideas, and nobody has a small clue who and what they R, well, except 4 Dick Wolf. Crack open those cases, they R right there, hiding and smelling so bad.

Now 2 further continue a bit about the Astral-Plane term of the Fahrenkay: These R what groups of politicians R labeled there, when converted into the English Earth awake world. The Olympian god named Gene Roddenberry knew all about them. They R groups of adversaries who plan 2 oppose the current officers of the Millionth-Council, at the next Kalpa, or election period. They make hideous monstrous plans against all peeps they need 2, or really, entities, in order 2 get their way. This reminded me so much of my life and all its bullshit and con jobs by experts the other night while viewing a NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK television show, that it sent me into uncontrollable tears 4 several hours. Anyone with any heart or soul or conscience knows what is being said here, and knows the total bastard fucking scum I am facing every day at the hands of these sick monster jerk off sewer water lappers.

Yes SSJK, U spent the entire night with me on the 29th, back in January, and I will never B able 2 adequately or properly thank U. In all of the interactions that U have given me since 1997 with the 2 letters of the great Millionth-Council, never have U made me so happy.

Well, guess who is here, STINK BOY, and his stink is putrid, so let me make my exit, I will never B blogging here again, so fuck all of U!!!!!!! BYE-BYE!!!!!!!

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safe journal blog 0056

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0056
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
2:55 PM, January KARGE SCUM 18th, 2011
Subtitle: “Part 3 of MM & SP, Unlimited”
Beginning Transmission:


I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING SUPER FUCKING SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!! Things were a little better, not much, but they totally exploded around fucking 2:30. Persecution by air has altered and now it is super persecution by super loud music and neighborhood garbage. B4I can begin telling anything, I must tell my own record and safe journal what must B first said. At 2:30 a super attack at the house 4 no reason struck, and I am reporting it 2 the fucking police as soon as I leave this library, this is done totally intentionally by a total paid off fucking jerk off, and I have the video taped evidence. I plan 2 fucking file charges. The nabe-attack got bad at the start of this fucking horrendous fucking helliday/holiday, as it always does, like fucking clockwork precision, nothing is really one fucking bit out of the ordinary. A flash fucking mob is at the library, it is wall 2 wall jammed, I may not even B able 2 fucking post up. Also, the word processors R in heavy use, I got one, but usually on fucking weekdays it is not this ridiculously fucking jammed and crowded with scum bags all over the mother fucking place. This particular machine is fucking major being fucking ass hacked on top of this, some huge fucking thing has had 2 have fucking occurred at 2:30, and this is all beyond fucking supernatural. I have seen these out of the blue total fucking attacks B4 but rarely R they this mother fucking intense. Every mother fucker behind this siege is total DEAD MEAT, when Maggie finds U, targets U, and wipes U all the fuck out along with all of your mother fucking loved ones. HELP ME MAGNESONIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Work is hell, life is hell, and all was quite OK until I left fucking WHITE CITY back last June 2 come into this miserable fucking 26th Street ghetto. Ann King Silva said in her published fucking letter 2 me a year ago back the 13th, “My life will B getting worse, and within the normal period of time needed 2 make good the threat, BOOM, MISTER NAVARONE GUNNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I died and went 2 hell on the 15th of August in the year of 1986. This is all told on blogs posted at www.blogger.com/ long B4 2008 ever rolled around, and THAT FAMILY, STRUCK AGAIN!!! I was not planning 2 blog today, I was all ready depressed after a super string of super BOTBAR fucking days, and U can all count today as another one of course now, and was telling Diana over the phone that I was really down and out and thinking seriously of committing suicide, and POW, this dirt ball puts his car right at my bedroom window and thumps his million watt car stereo out of the blue making me mother fucking jump out of my mother fucking skin. I believe it was the television station in New York City, WPIX television, back in the year of 1988 that told about the entire shit I am going through. It seems that 2 dudes came forward that were once part of the Air Force, and went under the names of Agent Falcon and Agent Condor, and U may quote fucking me when I say that once UR on the list of being fucked with and destroyed by this force of dirt bags that I refer 2 many times as the MILITUFORCE, or the OTAMMITES, of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, UR never ever left alone, the quotation was when a cameraman’s equipment was forcibly confiscated and then the man was told, “If U open up your mouth about any of this, we will never give U a moments peace 4 the rest of your life”. WOW CAN I MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING RELATE 2 this poor fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since they R taking no prisoners and want full scale fucking thermo nuke-war, I will say that yes, unbloggable indeed, this family is all one huge family, and they do not always work as a unit, many hatreds exist throughout it due 2 prejudice and racism. It is Y Marilyn Monroe was murdered, Y Doctor King was murdered, Y they tried 2 frame him as a Commy-Red which was totally fucking false, and is how the entire planet and its creation is all part of this, through Scylla Herself who indwells in most generations, one person in this family lineage. Believe whatever U want world, if I could not back up and totally substantiate all that I fucking say here, I would not dare 2 print shit like fucking this in a fucking million years.

How many times did those in the closest circle around the greatest “MAN” in recorded history by most accounts and standards here in 2011, Jesus the Messiah, get told by Him, that no words could B used 2 tell the real total truth of stuff? Read it all in your bibles, Y take my word 4 a shittin’ thing? The 2006 and 2007 website, cleverly destroyed by enemies, called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, told some of the magic tale, it never can B told. No awake human can get the message, they only think that they can, and then they fucking laugh. Still, there is the true reality that we all exist, period. There is a way that we dream out and away from this existence with no interaction, ‘eventually’. The first thing down from this dream out is the circuitry of the system, the LAWTRONICS, the 7th dimension. From there, things get dreamed down into a MIND REALM, the 6th dimension. From here, things move into the starry realm or the spirit world, many today in the world of the mystics label this condition-interaction of a sort, the “Astral-Plane”. Words R simply words, and thus, they can never B more than that. The real kicker is that from this place also called, “forever”, interactions take place in no particular order. Energy is expended after enough of them, and then the need 2 dream down and replenish this energy comes into play. This is how all of the virtually countless parallel physical plane universes come 2 exist on the countless varying atomic vibrations that all agree with their own ‘universe’ and reality. This is the hugest crash course in reality ever given or told. Even a compressed version that leaves no necessary details out would require a million words or more.

When Sarah Krassle interacted with me in the physical year of 1969 in my ‘sleep’ and took my motorcycle chain away from me forcibly, and told me that SHE needed this 4 “HER GREAT CITY”, 2 quote HER precisely, she bore a striking resemblance 2 a teenaged version of the recent First Lady, Jacquelyn Kennedy, the wife of 37th President John F Kennedy. She looked similar 2 this as well in waking life down in Atlantic City, New Jersey when my mom and I would stay on Tennessee Avenue at the Trinidad Hotel in the summer time of the years of 1965 through 1968 inclusive, every late June and middle August, 4 a total of 8 stays, and I would C her on the street from time 2 time. Only twice did she speak any words, neither time 2 me, she only spoke 2 me with her very special eyes that most definitely could totally penetrate the soul, as the poets have license 2 say. Without getting super complex and ranting on and annoying the mighty Onyx and friends, this all connects in ways far beyond where this one blog today can even hope 2 go in its wildest imaginings. Still, a man told me a few years later in waking life right on the Atlantic City beach nearby 2 where Sarah used 2B on 10-SC Avenue, that the 2nd tallest hotel on the street, as he pointed over, contained in a hidden location, the remains of Jimmy Hoffa. This 2nd tallest building is today the tallest structure, as back then, the Mayflower Hotel stood there, and now is gone. Robert McGuire’s dad built this hotel back in 1902; and this is all right up there on the internet 4 anyone 2 Google around and eventually get this information. B warned though my friends, when U look at them, they WILL begin 2 fuck with U, and the more U go, the more they will go, AFTER U, that is, altering your entire mother fucking life in ways that no reader can even start 2 fathom.

The part that those following MORIANITY and my blogs will never really put together with a million super sleuths behind them is the PAULA KING FACTOR. Without seeing this entity 4 who and what she really is, an entity quite similar 2 Roddenberry’s Scottish creation in last nights’ TNG-Star Trek show, none of this makes much sense or seems possible. The problem is that the stuff I insist is true regarding Paula Belinda King is likewise difficult 2 impossible 4 anyone 2 really get their heads around. Here we have a powerful VIQUEEN named Jewelly Nuwhitekey, the Lieutenant and leader of the most incredible group of astral Plane teen aged girls imaginable, and who is directly under the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle HERSELF, while simultaneously, when no meetings R being held on Viqueens Island, Jewelly double as the mother of the great SSJK, and wife of the mighty NEPTUNE-JUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS KRASSLE. After doing this 4 infinity, she began enjoying playing double rolls on the Astral Plane, and began existing in the human world as the daughter of a powerful wealthy Atlantic City entrepreneur by the name of John King, who died shortly after this millennium came in. This is the guy who insisted that I hose my body off even if I only go 2 the casino back in 1996, as well as who kept big loud barking dogs on his roof, right over the radio station called WAYV, where Paula is part of, and I have the audio tape, am I right MISTER Regis Philbin, sir?????????????? In any case, there R trillions of things that can B told, and will B, IF THESE DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING TWAT EATERS DON’T MOTHER FUCKING BACK OFF THIS MONSTROUS DEATH SIEGE, AND STOP THIS 9+ DAY SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR ATTACK AGAINST FUCKING ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF THIS TWANSMISSION ELMER FWUDD, WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!

THE ENLIGHTENMENT CURVE

“THE ENLIGHTENMENT CURVE”
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT,
INTERNET VERSION/THE MILLIONTH
COUNCIL AND ME----BLOG-BOOK, and
A continuation of Morianity Project on Audio Tape
CASSETTE VERSION, OLD TESTIMENT 1995.
COPYRIGHT 2008 MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
Nothing starts and nothing stops, but for the sake
Of the mortal world illusion, this is DATFILE #
070808.771.55, and we now begin:


I am under very heavy MILITUFORCE-WOMO siege today. Evil military NAFAC and air bases of both the MC-GUIRE and the 177th AIR TACTICAL out of Callio Sarah’s brother, POMONA, NJUSAESMWG, from the OOBE of 1976 in the Jamestown Apartments were my mom was then residing while dating her boss, on Jefferson Street, in the county seat of MEDIA, PENNSYLVANIA, RODENT GUS, NJUSAESMWG, where “SARAH’S BROTHER” who never came into my normal mortal sense of time illusion, that scientists refer 2 as the STC, after AL, [known mortally as Satan the DEVIL], threw me up on the air conditioner high on the apartment wall over and over again despite my shouted repeated astral pleas to my 61st grandfather’s uncle Jesus to make him stop it, on it went until I found myself in Pomona, New Jersey, bi-located as the psychics would describe my condition after simply falling into a make shift pillow bed at my mom’s while overnight visiting. Faint hearted, stop reading this fucking blog now, caveat emptor. The Briggbase is Brigantine, New Jersey on the human waking or the MORTAL world, and is not at all what it appears 2B. Huge tunnels run underneath the entire area and underground bases that R so top secret, that President Bush and his daddy will only B given declass on this should World War III break out, or a natural holocaust of equal severity in nature should in fact ever occur. Fred Windstein knew about some of these super secret tunnels that R all far beneath the sewer system of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority, go to www.acmua.com, not that their site will tell U these wild ass secrets. Forced R in play all around me to set me up 4 huge disasters far beyond what any mortal could ever hope 2 handle, and I am one frightened fucking dude!!!!! If anything happens 2 me, these people all R instrumental in my disappearance and cold blooded fucking murder, and this is no hoax and no joke, and the Staties and the fucking Feds had BETTER take this fucking shit real damn seriously: Trump, Callio, Summer, Martino, McGuire, RIAA, McKinnon, State Officer Helen Harris’s FBI friend threatening her lovely daughter Amanda, Flyers Manager/Owner and mobster monster Snyder, and all other persons previously accused, BY ME, on any of these 5 existing blogs at www.blogger.com. Neither www.blogger.com nor www.acmua.com R lighting up with a blue colored under-line, this computer is hacked to holy fucking shit, one day this works, the next day that does not work but this does and on and fucking cock sucking on. These diseased fucking scum bag MILI-2-FORCE dirt holes R killing me and it all started when these following things all were taking place in mortal world’s time illusion of late 1985 into early 1986: 1)WHEN I BUILT MAGNESONIC, 2) WHEN I MET DAVID ROTH AT THE CALDOR STORE AND WE BECAME FRIENDS, AND 3) WHEN I BEGAN PLAYING PROFESSIONAL ROULETTE DOWN IN EVIL BRIGGER OWNED AND CONTROLLED, ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!! Y would I fucking make up this nightmare story, PLEASE JUST TELL ME FUCKING YI WOULD MAKE UP THIS INCREDIBLE FUCKING BULL SHIT?????? Someone mentally sick enough 2B fantasizing and deluded about all of this, come on, could he hold down a job 4 going on 4 years, hold down a rental unit residence 4 going on 8 years, and despite this horrendous non-ending unconscionable persecution, survive, B able 2 remain half sane enough 2 speak and write clearly and intelligently, and on and on, just ask yourself all of this B4U go straight to WARP 9 JUDGEMENT OF ME 4 CRISSAKE!!!!!! If I told U just what happened today, all of it, some of it, and could prove 2U that it is all real and not delusional on my part, U would have 2C that the most incredible fucking bull shit is going on around me that fiction writers as great as James Patterson could not in his wildest dreams ever hope to come close 2 matching. That is because it is real and it is happening, this is the ancient adage that truth is ALWAYS stranger than fiction, and this U can and BETTER believe. Here is a simple example that this statement is real, and I will give some more, but let me just start 4 now with this one, and first permit me 2 pose a ponder in your mind, and tell me when U last read something like this even in a James Patterson novel? My next door neighbor who as U know I call one of them on one side of my trailer, BOOBY-1, and the other on the other side, BOOBY-2. This is booby #1 who has been at this park longer than me, I am sort of getting 2B an oldie, for once, usually I am a quick transient forced to move over and over by these diseased slime ball enemies that U all know quite well I refer to as Organized Trash Against Mark Mohr, or OTAMM, from where I then derive words such as OTAMMIC and OTAMMITE and OTAMMISM, and so forth, but aniwho, he gets on a bus and a large lady driver threw him off, as he is quite weird, I told U this. Then he tried on a subsequent occasion to board another NEW JERSEY TRANSIT BUS, the same system where the great SARAH-STACEY and her gang of Quoddy-Mockers were last observed by me on the night of July 12, 1970, and was unaware of the driver being the same lady that threw him off a while B4. I know U will not believe this and still I am going 2 tell it, and this is YI despise this new crooked weird odor or world order or call it whatever U wish, but it is totally fixed and controlled. If U cannot afford a real high priced Wall Street NEW YORK attorney, U can B abused and fucked 2 death and back again with re-trace. Justice is 4 those that can afford 2 PAY 4 IT. It takes a very pricey fucking lawyer when UR wronged, 2 get the deserved justice 4 any of us, so the fucking poor R out in the cold now forever. Do not think 4 one nanobuzz that those that R in control R not totally aware of all of this, and increasingly violating the rights of poor people on an ever increasing parabolic scale, since they know how this system is completely totally fucking rigged and operated. Aniwho, HM and others, she shoved this poor old man off the bus and closed the doors of the bus and proceeded 2 drive on, yet he was still connected with his leg caught in the busses door. He was dragged for 20 yards or so. He went to congressmen and lawyers, and they all laughed at him, it is a pathetic sight 2C, and I saw him during the injury, he used 2B quite healthy and as he is a tall and solidly built medium to heavy gentleman, could have even been considered 2B a bit intimidating if that was ever his intention, and this huge NJ TRANSIT lady driver fucked him up big time, he barely could walk and was all bandaged and stinted up like he’d gone 4 rounds with Mike Earchew, and his buddy 220-Donald, the.
People that R on a list that society wants 2B rid of, R taken literally OUT, and the name of this NSA/CIA/BFA SUPER TOP--TOP--TOP SECRET PROJECT is called RIDAIDS, and it began under orders of the great 40th president, RR and none other than, in 1982. A year later out of nowhere, came the virus we all today know all over this pwanet Fudd, called Auto-Immune-Deficiency-Syndrome. It was made in a secret lab and sent to the streets to get rid of drug users and homosexuals, and the plan totally backfired. This is the lovely scum bags in charge of running our lives, every move that we basically make, and all that we R permitted ever 2 do. HO-HUM, ain’t this fun!!!!!!!? I said I would tell others, and I could write a hundred horrific and monstrous injustices, how teenager Donna could belt out that great 3-Dog-Night song about how people can B so cold and cruel and socially unjust, basically and less politely, how can they B such a bunch of filthy fucking diseased pigs, and the answer Donna is simple, they were raised up by pigs. U on the other hand had a very wonderful mom, and this and don’t tell me differently, is YU turned out so well and successful. I can tell U the story of how Dave Roth, my best friend, was framed by a scum bag employer and wronged viciously. He worked in a Pennsylvania plant that printed up lottery number ticket rolls, called British American Banknote, along the Turnpike where route #309 intersects this area. He was accused of things he was totally innocent of, he was as honest as Abe Lincoln, Donna baby. I know this 4 many reasons, but especially in he year of 1997 or 1998 somewhere in there, when he handled literally between 3 and 6 million dollars CASH MONEY every day filling up ATM machines, and the local police did not want him 2 even carry a tiny bit of protection, in this Nazi Germany State of Puke Nerdsey. But back ten years B4 at this shitty place where he was employed, BAB, or as we came 2 call it CRAB, he was sued and they 2 imprison him and it was beyond monstrous. This man made Lincoln, our #16th President look like a crook in comparison to him. Every day for months he must have put 2 or 3 hundred million dollars in twenty dollar bills into various ATM Bank Teller Machines on his long route, day in and out, some people I know that U wouldn’t B able 2 take it if I told U who said it, all U hard breathers at the check out lines all hooked and bent out of shape on Hollywooders and stars, politicians, numerous people of ‘Scott Ransom’ power, and believe me that there list is extensive, who have all told me directly after I told them of this job that he had, that said, they would most likely have taken a day’s worth of loot and run off to the Jimmy Buffet syndrome islands 2 some non-extradition area where they could not have been brought back for trial and punishment. Then there is a really good example of injustice, someone who has had 74 songs stolen in clever ways, 34 ideas stolen, ripped off by 18 con artists, threatened at the point of a 386 magnum by a record promoter in 1980, messed with by 4 separate utility companies, laughed at and scorned by congressmen, senators, cops, assistant governor’s, governor’s, FBI agents, threatened and intimidated, beaten up, shoved around, fired without cause on numerous occasion, thrown out of residences and accused of things never done by evil land lords and ladies, framed, accused of stealing when totally innocent on a job site by the Winslow Township cops, taken against my will 2 a hospital 4 daring 2 report that a cop was harassing me on Callio’s orders which I knew beyond the shadow of any doubt was indeed the total truth, my life threatened in a mini-mall parking lot, and that of my mother’s life as well, and it honestly goes on and on, but is starting 2 depress me just a bit 4 some odd weird reason, I wonder fucking Y?????

SDO U ALL STILL WONDER WHOSE CHEATING WHO AND Y WE R BLUE, no seriously without any silly stupid country music lyrics from the early 1980’s, is it any wonder Y the DOW LONES KEEPS FLYING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, WEWEK IN AND WEEK OUT, and is it any wonder Y the PHILLIES HAVE NOT WON A GAME IN 100 GAMES OR IT SEEMS THAT WAY, THEY JUST GO ON LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, forever and ever and fucking ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I’ve had it, U want a fucking total war with me, then get the hell ready 2 pay the ultimate prick eating price, U have a very powerful god very angry.

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