SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 141
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
TEOHIV/TMCAM
3RD SUBTITLE: KING “WUSSBAG'S
LIBERATRION, HARRY CALLAS”
START OF BLOG:
It does not matter who is reading this, not now, before this, or after this, not one bit. It is merely official statements needed by me on the record, forever.
I told how Robert McGuire came around an automobile on
Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG in late 2006 that I was inside on the drivers side, and Ed Lynch was on the passengers side. I told the entire story on many occasions. I told how years before this, he visited my Cherry Hill house, long after I'd forgotten all about him from the nineteen-hundred-sixties, and he sprayed into my face some bad stuff that the great television show called, “Law and Order”; recognizes as a reality. I told how a slow lengthy regaining of many personal memories was streaming back to me, one by one. In fact the show was made several months after I had successfully begun remembering things and started reporting them on my blogs, live in real time. I told about the powerful night where I went to sleep in one world and never returned back there when I woke up, and instead, found myself here, wherever the mother fucking shit eating hell, that is. I know it is not where ki left off the night before, but I do commend the powerful illusionists that pulled off this fantastic fabulous mother fucking parlor trick. Whenever I begin falsely fantasizing about my abilities and knowledge and seeming unnatural powers, I quickly move over and let the big trucks move on past me, in an effort not get totally fucking squashed by Patton's great armies, in any forms they may 'endeavor to launch' and take, YO. HA-HA-HA~~~~~~~~~~~~LD.
Today was a day every bit as [powerful; surreal and strange as was my fifty-sixth birthday back on the 4th of last December, in OH-MAROLA-TEN, BRO!
I all ready knew things would be bad due to two powerful mother fucking never-let-me-down indicator lights that came flashing on, with the brilliance and intensity of a super ass nova star, right up in your face. First, seeing a digital and analog representation of Miss Diseased-Weeds Fonda last night, and then came the incredible wild freaking nightmares that followed this during the night's interactions. I may get into some of the details to this on this blog, and if not, they then these issues indeed will be revisited at a later but shortly to follow future time. Some peeps have questions for Mountainpen, most simply don't give a shit and a half, but some have questions, but are simply way to scared to ever ask them. Well, King Wussbag the First and only now moves over in order to properly salute all of you, so move on up, Hands Jefferson, and I will emereffing simply move over; just so as to allow and Gottwald Permit, while adding fantastic Nikon Photography of the McGuire family, along with the the NINE, into his old street address in the city surrounded by many biblical waters, AKA New York's great BABYLON, with or without any firetrucks, or MISTER McGuire; all of my other great KINGS that are too freaking timid to ever publicly pose the query to me of just what is really going on with all of this last six years of THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, here we go now delving finally quite a bit deeper and darker into the closest thing imaginable to a condition-interaction known Astrally, as Dogtown, and mortally, as ETERNAL HELL AND DAMNATION.
All of this was a result of being born as the current me that I am right now, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, also known by similar three initials to the great fabulous fantastic mighty Library of the Congress, AKIA, the Copyright Office of the United States of America, located in the nations' capitol city, and not Krassleville or Morianity-Foundation-Ville. My coming into the world was all planned about fifty million years ago from a huge unimaginable location that a few peeps refer to here and now as Center-World. Like Donna Summer knows fully well in all of her wild PK Persona's, and especially the disc spinning Deejay of New Jersey, this world was quite similar at one time, to a large object out beyond P-8 in our solar system, who most collecting Social Security and Medicare, remember as P-9, before this was altered in the wisdom of the science persons of present time human history. The similarity is that there is a gigantic hollowed out core, that lays just beyond the first inner-diameter of just greater than approximately one thousand miles in equatorial circumference. Four large sections between this blocked off section and up towards the planetary surface is divided up and controlled by the four winds or the four horsemen, but this story is too powerful for today. The great internet celebrity and friend of the mighty DJ-Donna, whoever these souls 'REALLY' are, by the name of KEVIN MOORE, if the internet hate-page on me, is at all correct; has ripped off and stolen my copyrighted music early in this 21st century, and named the work on another ripped off work of mine, quite fittingly called a Donna Summer Destruct Tape or a (DSDT), all up on the great internet system for anyone to find out about, without my permission of course. But that is what the internet is all about. Deceptions, bullshit, ripoffs, and extra wide permission slips to rip off a persons protected intellectual properties. WEIN, or also said, SOSO? I will set the record straight on a few things right now, tonight, every bit as big and powerful as my 1986 song called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, and all of its after effects and byproducts.
First, the NSA has successfully used the GAWNUM long before I ever used it. Trghere were many thousands of cities and towns that the great note leaver could have gone after leaving Suffolk County, New York, he chose this one because it was all planned fifty million years ago. What is so important about this rounded off time figure that I have used over and over so frequently and continually, fifty million years? Well, it is the time if measured in trips that this planet has made, orbiting our nearest star, SOL, rounded off a little bit, actually 49, 978, 635 years ago, if we accurately tracked all of this back from the time that I made it official in the Copyright Office with my book in 1994 called, “The Permission Barrier”, so now simply tack on to that figure my peeps, another 17 years. Where DOES the time go? Sheeeeeeit, it seems like three freaking ass weeks ago to me peeps, YO. When I wrote this book during the year of 1994 and completed it, all really in the first third of the year before moving back to HIGHVIEW for my second stay at this apartment unit system in the town of Will-I-AM-stown, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, I sat on it throughout the summer months and did not mail it off to the Copyright Office until the 31st day of October in 1994. This was all planned fifty million years ago, approximately of course. Such a nice ass round number, as opposed to 49, 978, 635, or now in 2011, it would change to 49, 978, 652. Now we will start admitting things that need to be admitted to, not that I was omitting shit before, but many missing pieces were not so precisely fitted together in preexisting days and times, and now on this sixth day of freaking May in the OH-MAROLA-ELEVEN year, as Barnabas Collins would say it so well to his fellow cultists, the mighty 'Nick Blair Hendershodt Reddex Lamists', “IT IS TIME, YO”. Bill gates has the same guilty conscience that MISTER Inductatherm has up there in Samantha Berryville, New Jersey, huh MISTER Pedersen? No longer will we call the college in Glassboro, New Jersey by the name you would assume by its very location, but still, 500,000,000 is not chump change, and this was the amount of money that he donated to this college in order to ease his conscience and prevent another history marker to ever prove my problems with female vocalists is really all a part of a gigantic 2048 computer program known as the MOGOSP-12-9868PZ307. This is the top level program in the system of the MOGOSP, standing for the Motive-Goal-Software-Program. If I could run this program right now, tonight, there would be a lot of revenge exacted on a lot of my personal monstrous evil demented and quite demonic enemies. Nothing I've said so far has one bit of power, I am coning up to some of this now, {(BUT)} a small foundation needed to be laid down first, YO. Speaking of the MOGOSP-374-HACK of the many office document files that were all uploaded by way of the great hypertext transfer protocol of the world wide web, yes Gawky, between you and the hexadecimal daughter systems of the multiplexed dimensionality of the greatest illusions outside the true void, things are really popping away, are they not? I am the only person with a net worth under TEN-FIGURES, who totally knows the destination of the fourth airplane on 9-11. Two came roaring into Manhattan, one went to the Pentagon, and the other was heading to Resorts International, hotel and Casino, and yes, where all of this really did begin, and you said it perfectly guys. All 4 of these planes' destinations were within one mile or less of peeps in TAWF, or THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY. Still, the huge joke is on everyone except Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson, maybe, and that is if they take their own movie one tiny bit seriously. It is all nothing but a game, and bored to tears gods live out infinity through peeps, and they do not choose the poor, they choose the super wealthy Wall Streeters, and this is truth so help me SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, on my infinite existence I swear this all to the world and its citizens of blissful ass ignorance, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think you've heard diddly yet Whoopee, sheeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do I ever forget anything cutie pie? Gimme a break, green light winker, YO!!!!!!!!! Underneath my conscious mind was the truth about all things all along. Still, every mother fucker on this planet can make this very same claim, there is only one difference, and that is, that none of you are aware of all of this, and I am. What you see as insanity or even imagination at times, is all built into a system so powerful and real that it would take me 500 damn ass years to tell any of you about it and have any glimmer of hope to be believed 10 percent. Locked up in my conscious awake mind is a lot of shit that would destroy the entire global society if ever allowed to be Gottwald-revealed. Permit me, did you say, sweet uncle? Well, screw you [pal, I do not need to permit you, I am telling this mother fucking story. You can go straight over top Dogtown, and I may even join you after I get done treating DC as the great Buena Vista paramedic in a wild ELH universe where a special highway runs from the capitol all the way to Cifaloglio, and then into Hammonton itself, MISS Shirley Hinger Safka!!!!!!!!!!
I have always known about Space-Time-Mind, and in the year 1979, as a result of meeting a dude by the name of Gary Stone in Berlin Junction, New Jersey at the Certainteed Fiberglass Company in the early summer time before getting hired at the recording studio on the 29th of July of 1979, RPL, this dude said things to me that created the cosmic consciousness necessary to receive the ultimate wisdom that takes Einstein's theories one level further into STM, and no longer limiting things to the mere ST, (SPACE-TME). If anyone out here thinks that any of this is funny or some elaborate trick, joke, hoax, or deranged rantings, it is merely your own closed mind signal that is originating from the 6th dimension, that just will not give you that powerful Gottwald Camera Permission to open up your awareness and begin to see. Let me explain this both Biblically, as well as scientifically, simultaneously. Anyone intelligent at all, will at least see as I go on with this, why I say this in my previously written sentence. Many peeps get cable television, or satellite, or direct, or whatever, and many various packages of channel selections are offered by all of these mega-giant entertainment world corporations. Some of you may get this channel but not that channel, while others get this and that or the other thing, and some wealthy peeps brag how they don't make a channel that they don't get, sort of something that perhaps obnoxious Mister DJT might say, when he's not telling all of us how he 'doesn't give a shit about his old casino competitor, MISTER Steve Wynn'. Talk about real ice machines, huh MI? I learned from the best of them so next time you make a commercial with this wonderful dude, give him a punch in the lip for me, and we can call the deal with the also '2-late'-DMK and me, 'even Steven'. Funny is it not? When you don't even try, the symbolism's, and the LD-Syndrome always is just right there to kick in, wow. I swear that I just now went back and added the freaking single quotes to those two prior sets of words. Would I lie to you, MI? Everything that I said to you that night was all true. I did play roulette at the Atlantic City Casinos, and you can ask the guy before you give him that punch for me. He crushed me forever on that magical night, but this is not the only way that Neilson tells this story back in the days of your toddling around, brown eyes. As always, you nailed that song, great TEEN QUEEN. But let me return us all to the point of tonight's blogging text now folks. I was followed back here from another universe, on August 15th in 1986. It didn't hit me fully until a few nights ago re-watching a show that I saw at least twice before on the TNG-Star Trek, but when I did review this television show, things cleared up like clouds evaporating quickly away from an ever growing peaceful vanishing and dying storm. I knew that my business partners were peeps in the great TAWF, and more than this, I knew that over there in that other parallel universe in the vast and virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace, other powers existed all around both my partners and me, these being the powerful fortune five hundred competitors that were trying to take over my land management corporation, known as “STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION”, recognized by the great financial institution known as AMERICAN EXPRESS, in the near future not all that far out into negative space, perhaps a dozen years or less. The incredible book I wrote in 1994, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER” is forever locked and not licked, Barbara Long Fonda, away in the great and awesome protected files of, and not fucking hacked 'ODF', here we freaking go again, the US Copyright Office, or hopefully, as I can no longer totally ever trust anything in an ever swirling STM existence of infinite never ending interactions throughout all of time and hyperspace with me, forever and forever, as it just never ever will end; and THIS, peeps, whether you know it or not, or choose to believe it or not, IS HELL!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM INFINITY.I exist in this limite3d body right here and now, but I am all time, all space, all realities, and this is not a claim of being any different than anyone else, other than in the magical element involved here, AWARENESS OF THIS FACT. As I grow older and age in my Mountainpen life, thanks to this hell, I confuse many dimensions in hyperspace. I think things happen here when they happened somewhere else, or I think they did not happen here, when in fact they did, or sometimes, I get it right; and my mind agrees with the facts, 'but all of that notwithstanding, MO', I don't have the answers to squat, so sorry. Old age without awareness is difficult enough, this is TERRA HELL, and it can become dangerous as dogshit, folks. What I can truly tell is that in the nineteen-sixties, a girl came into my life by the name of Sarah, an exquisite teenager, who I, like all average peeps, put out of my head as I grew older and into manhood, but SHER had other plans, because SHE was a lot more than just SOME teenaged girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes my lovely and wonderful Milituforce Otammites, I know that we can add 27 and 231 and then reverse the digits and holler out, “YOU GO GAWKY BOX, WOLF-WOLF-WOLF”!!!!!!! I'll bet that only a very few peeps outside those with seats on the Stock Exchange, and close in members of THAT-FAMILY to MI, really shuffle the 36 cards and ask questions of the great cat. Last night I asked two questions and got my freaking mind totally ass blown to shit and back, cubed and Cuban. But this can all be discussed at a later time on other blogs should I so choose to bring it up. For right now, here is what occurred at a strange place that my computer and stock market partner told me to go and check out. I was given powerful fucking information, and now know I am imagining nothing. Also, there is nothing I can do other than keep wreaking havoc on the planet with magnetic powers not understood by humankind today. I do not enjoy this,m they simply leave me no Barnabas ass choice, right DS Fan-Club, no not you Donna? I know secrets beyond secrets, as this dude was waiting 50 million years there to tell me what I now know. It is unreal what I know now, totally mother fucking unreal. There are no words to what he told me, and showed me on a powerful 4 terabyte computer system. It even explains the recent April 27th interaction that MI gave me. It explains the entire story behind terrorism, why certain events never happen that many think would happen, and a few super secrets that would plunge this world into everlasting darkness if ever done by anyone. I even know now why I begged the great SSJK to spare the world for a while, and why she told me that she was willing to do so since I loved he cousin Diana. It even explains why I questionably hollered out the word “MI” on the 1986 RGG master tape back in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, that the book of 1994. TPB, refers to as Raspberry Valley, back up there Archie Bunker, you aren't pretty there, white-boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe we now have some things in common Jack McCoy, and need to stay out of that old College town area. I now know that Sir Lenny knew this about me back in 1980, and I know why he hated me so much, both then as well as now and always. I know why the Lakehouse is part of the mix, as well as the colored lightning, all those beautiful colors. What I know now would never be bloggable and for two reasons. I cannot live long enough to write words that would stretch from here to the farthermost stars, and also, who the fucking shit would give a damn. Now I will go over to the great 7th Street Building and begin my newest chapter in my life of endless nightmares in hyperspace. I was approved, and by the end of the month or before, will be out of the 26th Street ghettos forever, and high atop a building that overlooks the great ocean. Shortly I will leave the job I am at as well, not because of any windfall, just because I would rather be poor and happy, than be a little bit better off while suffering through crazy games of a wild endless lovely teenager. The only way to stop interactions is by refusing to interact. I think David Roth spoke this to me after seeing it on the TNG-Star Trek show, while over at his buddies house, MISTER Bob Vandegrift. The Copyright Office knows about this cool dude, and so does the Transit Authority Systems of Pennsylvania who ripped off his wonderful song. 'Say Levy', Misses Rabil. LD is a tough act to follow, and quite difficult to kill. Habits die hard, but then, did he get a lot of shit from me? I think the blogs, and the show, tell that true tale; huh MI TQ?????
What I learned today would blow your beautiful mind way beyond the look you gave Gabby on that show, Brown Eyed girl. Bye-Bye, great ruler of the empire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I do know that Victoria Callio was another one of Paula's great acts. But the giant daddy-long-leg creature did not impress me at all. Tell him that I am not a cheater, and did nothing wrong. If I posted the other version that I have safely hidden away, then the world would have something to worry about. UI do not like him calling me a cheater. Please tell him I said this, TANKS!!!
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 137
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 137
WLSBT-DATFILE: CH-137-042911.875
TEOFIV/TMCAM
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011-MWM/MWM
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Major unnatural events are happening all around me, but this is nothing new at all for me, it is an infinite situation, as the source of it is indeed infinity, and has no more to do with space-time-mind worlds other than the fact that these are the mirrored reflections and dream-downs of the Astral Plane.
I have a new mini-droid situation and have had it for several weeks now, and it was not like this before at any time in Florida, and since I've been here more than a full year now, I know every month of pattern in weather as well as insects and pestilence sent by who else but Diana's wonderful brother. This is only the very beginning. At ten in the morning back on the 27th, my watch was destroyed, or so I thought. I put new batts in it, dropped it on the floor to shock it on three separate occasions, and nothing. UI put it away. I checked it and tried to make it work until I noticed today when I went to gfo over to the Saint Lucie County Sheriff's Office on Midway Road around just past one this freaking afternoon, boom , the watch suddenly sprang back to life, for absolutely no apparent reason at all. Still, this is nothing, you have not heard anything yet peeps. As soon as I reset the watch to the correct time, and while I was moving the hands around the face, it passed half past three, and boom, out of the blue came more memories of many things, including the '333' number which most likely only a few people on this planet know about, and that's the freaking way it will stay, BRO. Then Diana spoke into my mind and said in that adorable voice of hers that the United States Copyright Office still has the tape of to this day from somewhere in 1988, and told me that she was lying to me the other night about not doing something, I cannot tell the blog more than this, but the news tonight confirmed that she was playing her normal game that all powerful goddesses love to play, but that is nothing, Detective Brightlawns, NOTHING. I had no idea that I was confusing blocked powerful memories of the past with recently occurring vivid dreams. It seemed to all begin when I made a second contact with the machine part of the mental JS realm of the wabbit cement business, right lady, whoever you are??????????????????????????? All my blogs may have to come down soon, including all my U-Tube garbage. I cannot risk having SSJK angry with me, and with good cause. Speaking of Copyrighted tapes of those times and days, David Roth made mention of a strange parallel situation, only this is another area, and another bay, and yes, other weeds. Still, I will not risk placing my my teen queen in any risk of problems, so now my plans have altered. I most likely will just do what I told Eddie Muscles at my old job I was gonna do, and go do private security work over in hazardous parts of the world, and then vanish out of sight for about 70-150 years, and when I come back, all this fucking shit will be over and gone, and so will all these damn secrets. I could always claim I am in with Mizz-UmWell and doing a huge monster ass fiction story, but a real super zealous prosecutor looking to make a name for his or her self might just do the Dawn-Marie King table deal, so forget it, Atlantic City Expressway accidents in any and all dimensions and parallels all notwithstanding, YO. Diana informed me that I have several new degrees from the Teck Bay Mystery School, and that I was correct, this all went down on the Astral Plane and I remembered this back in my dream here when I was dreaming it was watch stop nightmare day. But when something like this happens, be it my last birthday, or nearly 5 months in the negative spaces, it is because the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL is active and doing their dancing and their Valerie Bertrinelli thing, skinny or fat, as this is meaningless in higher reality where anyone simply is whatever they think they are instantaneously. Lightning Goddesses have fantastic senses of humor, I have learned this the hard way, and do not even care what happens ever, this is no more than a super cool video game to them, and they are literally the human joysticks, we won't say tools as 25 years has indeed now come and gone, right Library of Congress?
A large part of the distant future has followed me back here and has propagated and left few paper trails for their offspring to ever really follow any of this. Still, STM is the power behind all of this wild maze, there simply is never any way of getting around this truth and reality.
Tonight, I took a nasty hood-siege, but that is all par for the course, Tiger. Go get him. Girl that is, not woods, test pressings, or any other garbage of the EW. So one minute I am OK and the next minute, let's dine the fucking bastard out to the media, oh well, what can anybody do when nobody has a clue? The only one who remembers as much as me, is Paula, and that is only IMHO.
So this old hiding ever seeing non weed sucking new shoe is gonna sign off for right now. I was only getting my own background report folks. The Housing Authority insists on this. The only way to save up top leave Florida with all my stuff is to live cheaper and save whatever I can. All this internet shit is gonna be history and get removed very soon. BE CAREFUL 333. WOLF is onto you. Do you really think all this is random, PK, not Todd Reality Ransom??????????
Let me END TRANSMISSION, folks!!!!!! THAT'S ALL WARNER WABBITS, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
WLSBT-DATFILE: CH-137-042911.875
TEOFIV/TMCAM
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011-MWM/MWM
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Major unnatural events are happening all around me, but this is nothing new at all for me, it is an infinite situation, as the source of it is indeed infinity, and has no more to do with space-time-mind worlds other than the fact that these are the mirrored reflections and dream-downs of the Astral Plane.
I have a new mini-droid situation and have had it for several weeks now, and it was not like this before at any time in Florida, and since I've been here more than a full year now, I know every month of pattern in weather as well as insects and pestilence sent by who else but Diana's wonderful brother. This is only the very beginning. At ten in the morning back on the 27th, my watch was destroyed, or so I thought. I put new batts in it, dropped it on the floor to shock it on three separate occasions, and nothing. UI put it away. I checked it and tried to make it work until I noticed today when I went to gfo over to the Saint Lucie County Sheriff's Office on Midway Road around just past one this freaking afternoon, boom , the watch suddenly sprang back to life, for absolutely no apparent reason at all. Still, this is nothing, you have not heard anything yet peeps. As soon as I reset the watch to the correct time, and while I was moving the hands around the face, it passed half past three, and boom, out of the blue came more memories of many things, including the '333' number which most likely only a few people on this planet know about, and that's the freaking way it will stay, BRO. Then Diana spoke into my mind and said in that adorable voice of hers that the United States Copyright Office still has the tape of to this day from somewhere in 1988, and told me that she was lying to me the other night about not doing something, I cannot tell the blog more than this, but the news tonight confirmed that she was playing her normal game that all powerful goddesses love to play, but that is nothing, Detective Brightlawns, NOTHING. I had no idea that I was confusing blocked powerful memories of the past with recently occurring vivid dreams. It seemed to all begin when I made a second contact with the machine part of the mental JS realm of the wabbit cement business, right lady, whoever you are??????????????????????????? All my blogs may have to come down soon, including all my U-Tube garbage. I cannot risk having SSJK angry with me, and with good cause. Speaking of Copyrighted tapes of those times and days, David Roth made mention of a strange parallel situation, only this is another area, and another bay, and yes, other weeds. Still, I will not risk placing my my teen queen in any risk of problems, so now my plans have altered. I most likely will just do what I told Eddie Muscles at my old job I was gonna do, and go do private security work over in hazardous parts of the world, and then vanish out of sight for about 70-150 years, and when I come back, all this fucking shit will be over and gone, and so will all these damn secrets. I could always claim I am in with Mizz-UmWell and doing a huge monster ass fiction story, but a real super zealous prosecutor looking to make a name for his or her self might just do the Dawn-Marie King table deal, so forget it, Atlantic City Expressway accidents in any and all dimensions and parallels all notwithstanding, YO. Diana informed me that I have several new degrees from the Teck Bay Mystery School, and that I was correct, this all went down on the Astral Plane and I remembered this back in my dream here when I was dreaming it was watch stop nightmare day. But when something like this happens, be it my last birthday, or nearly 5 months in the negative spaces, it is because the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL is active and doing their dancing and their Valerie Bertrinelli thing, skinny or fat, as this is meaningless in higher reality where anyone simply is whatever they think they are instantaneously. Lightning Goddesses have fantastic senses of humor, I have learned this the hard way, and do not even care what happens ever, this is no more than a super cool video game to them, and they are literally the human joysticks, we won't say tools as 25 years has indeed now come and gone, right Library of Congress?
A large part of the distant future has followed me back here and has propagated and left few paper trails for their offspring to ever really follow any of this. Still, STM is the power behind all of this wild maze, there simply is never any way of getting around this truth and reality.
Tonight, I took a nasty hood-siege, but that is all par for the course, Tiger. Go get him. Girl that is, not woods, test pressings, or any other garbage of the EW. So one minute I am OK and the next minute, let's dine the fucking bastard out to the media, oh well, what can anybody do when nobody has a clue? The only one who remembers as much as me, is Paula, and that is only IMHO.
So this old hiding ever seeing non weed sucking new shoe is gonna sign off for right now. I was only getting my own background report folks. The Housing Authority insists on this. The only way to save up top leave Florida with all my stuff is to live cheaper and save whatever I can. All this internet shit is gonna be history and get removed very soon. BE CAREFUL 333. WOLF is onto you. Do you really think all this is random, PK, not Todd Reality Ransom??????????
Let me END TRANSMISSION, folks!!!!!! THAT'S ALL WARNER WABBITS, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 119
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 119
WLSBT DATFILE: 040911.036
TMCAM, TEOHIV
WORLD LABS 2297
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I have an incredible tale to tell, and it was revealed to me, as all things are, when suffering is at its maximum points, and this is a beauty. Lots of peeps will say who gives a shit, but a few more powerful and controlling and dominant peeps out here are gonna fucking go right smack dab out of their fucking skulls, WOLF-WOLF. Also, this is truth, I swear this by flag and country, and by my eternal love and my Goddess, the Great SSJK. All the clues about this incredible being have been revealed clearly over the past (36) months, just as the Bible from the past millenniums have revealed other truths about this ALL MIGHTY GODDESS, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. Not many have ever taken the time to really study either the first great BIBLE, or MORIANITY, but should any of you ever tackle this, positively all of the answers to any and all of your questions, would become crystal ass clear. You would need to totally understand and believe that all throughout the recorded history of humankind, there has always been a type of NSA/CIA Controlling/governing body on this planet with the powers of the PAWM-PIE/IAD, as described in so many of my previous blogs and journals. It exists now, and always did and will, as time is really 'ONE', and 'THEY' understand this truth and know how to apply it into the so-called waking human world here. This is how disinformation as well as all dominant control is always established, and with the illusion that human powers are the total origin and source, and not really only mere puppets of 333,333 entities known as the residence of the BRIGGBASE, in the Province Olympia on the condition-interaction directly sent dimensionally downward from the sixth dimension itself, and is thought of as the 'spirit-world' or the ASTRAL-PLANE. These “BRIGGERS” in Astral-Slang, make up one third of the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and the other two thirds reside on the other side of the great TECK BAY, in the GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. This literally translates out into waking world language of the English tongue, to be, the “City of the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”, and Her city-name 'Jehovah' is not included as this is very special to Her. This fantastic endless sixteen year old entity with no beginning or ending when not existing in countless 'TIME-WORLS' in the vast 5th dimensional hyperspace, has had two recent dream-downs off of the Astral-Plane, “LIFETIMES”, that fully emulate Her true identity and city where She has most of Her interactions. In the one that I call the 'Lenny-circa', it was Her great city that was mirror imaged in an extremely under exaggerated way as though looking through a messy and darkened glass to try and view it, and this being our waking world of Atlantic City, that is hacked continually and for whatever reason, the word CITY is always made not to capitalize, for reasons only the great JACK-HACK MC-ODF-CLUB is privy to, quite obviously, YO. In the one that
I call the 'Tomnick-circa', it is Her fantastic persona of the great entertainer and musician that is being mirror imaged in another extremely under exaggerated way, again, as if viewed through a dark messy glass. By the way my descriptions here are not from merely MORIANITY, but rather quite BIBLICAL. The monster-ass question can be asked of course, can MOUNTAINPEN be wrong, after-all was this not a part of the great 1969 equation, and the great Misses Marola of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG, to begin with; as written down on so many blogs of mine over the past 4-6 years now? I mean she and I had the great argument, and right before the state lotteries copied Dan Curtis and Harriet Rohr and Dark Shadows, and Morgan Collins? But still, the symbols go on and on like an endless song, w2ow, is this the hypersphere? I mean 'golly gosh darn gee man', Copyright Office Examiners of the late nineteen-eighties, do the symbols ever not match? Do the numbers ever not tell the powerful truth of the GAWNUM? And then there is the playing cards, any old deck will do. We merely remove all cards except for the four suits of the aces through the nines, a total of what else, “BUT” (36) playing cards, only was this all not placed on my blogs long before the great Comcast Demon made direct contact with me, first by computer, and then just a little bit later, on the telephone? Whatever you desire an answer to be given you on, you merely think about it while shuffling these 36 cards, and drawing first one card, and then reshuffle and draw another card, giving you the root-PCN, GAWNUMLY. Then matching that with anything containing that particular PCN, and alagazam, pow, and boom, what do we have but the coolest Vegas magic trick in the freaking world, YO, and without any help from clean kitchens or Swiffer Mops. Imagine that. What is magic, or time travel, or for that matter anything at all? The easiest answer that I can retort back to this query would be, the proper awareness and application of the reality of STM. This stands for the carrying of Mister Einstein's famous equation to the true ultimate level where quantum physics and higher dimensions combine with the old unified filed theories of yesterday, and is pronounced SPACE-TIME-MIND. With it, the only real limits are the inability to trade places with the non-existors, since there is an infinite and unlimited number of these entities, and no more 'room can ever exist' for any more of them, not ever, not anywhere. So we, the existors, are left here, to exist, right Captain Sisco-Nine? Where the shit are you when I need you, Kathy Gatherer? There is a punk with a hammer I'd love you deal with, YO! Oh yeah, but I agreed to all this bullshit, did I not? Well combining the DNA cells of both Moe Howard and Donna Gaines, Mister Wolf, and out might pop the phrase, “That's not either hair nor there”!!!!!!!!! Still, do not think you know the entire deal old pal, I will tell you what I have been blocking in my freaking mind for nearly forty one summers, symbols, mystery ships, and all. When I was staying at the home of child molester Thomas J. Reale, on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG, from late June until the night of the twelfth of July, in the year of 1970, I have discussed my 3 or 4 night serial nightmare dreaming experience with peeps that somehow without using words, told me that they are and I quote, “THAT FAMILY”. This was only a few days before I ever knew that 'Sarah and her gang of luscious teen queens' on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, refered to me as “THAT BOY”. I learned this through the back door of being on the bus home around just past ten at night on the 12th of July, Copyright Office. Why do you think I wrote all of these fucking garbage songs, just for fun? Gimme a freaking break BRAH. Even nasty commentators that are correcting me on the spelling of certain slang words, they all have major fucking ass significance, do they not? After all, BR'A'-HHHHHHH, SAR'A'-HHHHHHH. Nothing ever JUST fucking happens, nothing; and when humanity catches up with the powerful truths of James Redfield and Morianity, it will then experience far less uncivilized and dehumanizing behaviors around the world from endless tyrants and evil doers. It is not ever gonna be the garden of Eden, but it definitely would improve. This as well as understanding properly, STM, is centuries away. I know this from being 100% totally aware of my “Bruce Goldberg future life” as the persona of Labber Zeggins. This is sort of MI life that emulates my existence in the great city of SDK. This is not the topic for tonight, like SDK, it can wait, in the opinions of the hyperspace dreamers who are so totally clueless to this fantastic 'place'. Moses thought he was getting the short end of the stick, and this is how I totally know that he only saw SSJK's brilliant hair glowing from behind rocks and brush. Once you know HER, that is that, you never again want to be here on Planet Earth, and you see every day as pure hell, even if you owned the world and everything in it. But none of this is topic or point for today. What is, is the return in a single flash, just tonight, of the most insidious and hideous piece of frightening dark hell imaginable, so no wonder I blocked it, and no wonder “THEY” persecuted me every time I would so much as mention the name of 'Tom Reale', to my late best friend back through the early and middle nineteen-nineties, or even discuss it aloud on a vehicle situation reporting and recording system. Yes, I had my vehicle bugged once. You all are clueless to the past 25 years of my unfathomable mother fucking nightmare hell here on this diseased twisted planet. Even Shorty MacInvondi and Professor Theodore Jackson of Florida State University, in another parallel universe of Earthquakes and tears, is clueless, so why not tell Donald J. Trump what he all ready must know. Well, if he does not know, great, as I have confidence my president and fuck the past. We all have closets and shame. Move over Donald, you old opportunist you. What you and your pal pulled at Harvard would make Wall Street shake like a slant-eye, BRO. Still, how can you use me to create you on a RS-1500-US in early 1980, and not know just how much the HAIR GANG knows about genealogy? So rest easy, Mister President, I'll blog his secret to the world if he smears you, old pal, as you have at least kept me going down here in Florida, and without you, I'd be sliced meat. I don't forget my true friends. I knew if I exposed the STM deal with the song and my tax refund, they would not be able to resist splicing it all back together. I also am sorry for breaking down into tears, I mean really, SO SAHWEE, I knew it would happen, and spoke openly about renewed shaking problems. I noticed this reality back in the late seventies. The faith in Maggie deal is a huge parlor trick. I still have a copy of my dance tunes only mixed with my singing along with them. Trans-dimensional shit causes this problem every timer, and the creators of the 'NEW TWILIGHT ZONE' television show, knew it as well; with that episode with the attempted re-splice of the Kennedy assassination. They used a fictional show to tell this truth, but my blogs show the proof and reality of this. I have no reason whatsoever to be making this wild bullshit up out of whole cloth, YO. I walked through the door and there it was playing, just like the dream in 1997, mind freaking boggling. I went right out of control and teared up like a baby in front of the engineer and his partner who is a first cousin to the famous musician BonJovi. I did not plan it, shit happens as Paul Pedersen would say so well, from Studio Park Records, the inventor of it too, right, I wonder what trans-dimensional realities he is freaking crisscrossing through, copyright Office Examiners??? My point tonight is no where near any of this and it is time I get right to it. I fell asleep for 20 minutes watching television in my bedroom Friday evening, two hours before I began blogging this information. I did not have any interaction that I brought back to conscious waking world memory, but felt as if I had been elsewhere for years and years. This is not an isolated occurrence with me, especially when taking short naps. I began viewing some educational material about numbers on the Port Saint Lucie local channel, and pow, two minutes or so into watching it, I remembered the most incredible mother fucking shit in my entire life, it beats the hell out of visiting the Carey house in 1975, or anything else. Here is what happened 5 years earlier than that, with or without any winds blowing, or Bob Dylan songs playing, happy 70 soon, old pal! Let's sing out, but not as terribly as I did on my 2007 karaoke project, huh LOC? Hold your ears and scream LA-LA, huh, sheeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally remember the serial dreams and it began with a waking experience, just as so many famous documented UFO-abduction cases do. I am well read and well versed on the topic, and I do not doubt anyone's experience, but I sure could tell them some shit that they are totally unaware of if they ever wanted to really know. Tom Reale had a lot of property and used to refer to himself and this is a precise quotation from him, as being “property-rich”. He had a very nice boat that he kept docked right at the Black Horse Pike Drawbridge on the east side of the bay, where a large restaurant exists now. This is where he told me how property-rich he was. What I am about to say will upset McGuire and McGettigan, and there is nothing I can do about it. In my opinion, these three men, Reale, and these other two, are all part of the huge quiet off shoot family of the Cape, and there is nothing lonely about this situation, Paul Evans Pedersen. This shit can get people fucking killed, so I will not go on, other than to say that I know that all three of these diseased human beings will be quite unhappy that I remembered this tonight. This property on Cornwall Avenue is now the site of the Ventnor Water Works, an annexed part of the McGettigan and Callio connected mighty city water company, the ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. This is old news, I found this out years ago while searching for the greatest teenager in the multiverse, Sarah K. On top of this, my mother was murdered for trying to assist me in this great unbelievable and totally outlandish search that would require books and books just to adequately address all of the nuances and details involved in every one of the numerous intricacies of this beyond bleak and nightmarish sequence of events of 1997. Tom Reale's property on Cornwall Avenue had one restored room in it. The entire house looked as though a weapon of mass destruction had literally gone off inside of it, yet left the outer structure of the home totally in tact miraculously. I know this is not what really happened, but if forced to describe this shit, I am being right on the square about things here, YO. One day after being in this place for 3 days, Ziggy my beach friend told me to go home over and over again, a reenactment of the Dangerfield Telephone Call, I call it the DTC for short, and do seem to be the rare target of celebrity telephone calls, and just what Paula Uwich of Glendora, New Jersey, knew will stay a mystery, as this rotten witch really had powers and really did know shit, and told me years before that Braxton bitch called up in 1998, that she is connected in all of this, and I remember just looking at her like she was nuts. I do know that Paula is a name that the great Julia White loves to use, so my theories are of course bent in one direction, but I could be wrong, I'm not Goddess-36, AKA-BEGTQ. “BUT” back to the story of my being in this house with one restored room in the summer time of 1970. The day that Ziggy upset me so bad, I went back to the house and it was around 2 in the afternoon. I had an entrance right outside the restored bedroom. There was the bedroom with an attached large bathroom, then a door and a hall, and if you did not walk down the hall but merely across the hall, the door of the rear to this house was right there. I was told never to wonder around the house, only to use the rear door, and these two rooms, and that was it. I obeyed until that afternoon. Then after crying ion my bed for an hour, something somehow somewhere beckoned me to walk through a maze of junk to the front of the house and up a large staircase. The entire 2nd floor was also a total shambles, and a short distance from the first staircase, was a totally other staircase system and I went up higher in this house to its top story. I noticed strange shit all over the walls and floor. There were markings all over the place like I was in some Aztec Cave system. I followed the markings because they seemed to be telling me a story like following clues to a treasure hunt. Don't ask me now for details, it is beyond sketchy and hazy, and I cannot fathom how markings would be leading me on a pathway through this very large third story that suddenly appeared to be much larger than the dimensions of the home could really ever be. I literally was either walking around in a huge ass circle or this home was blocks long on the third floor, and of course I know now and knew then that this was totally nuts as I'd seen the home from the outside, and it appeared as a large but totally normal structure along with other similar ones on the block. There was no water company there in 1970, so keep bearing this in mind as I progress further in telling my story. Now this is where some may think I hit my head on a dark corner or whatever and dreamed the following, but I will admit that that night about eleven or so when I did fall asleep, this was the beginning of the 3 following nights of this wild serial dream about THAT-FAMILY. Suddenly, a window had no drapes and the hallway ahead of me grew very bright. When I arrived at the bright spot and looked out at what I thought would just be daylight, instead I saw a huge searchlight shinning inside at me from only the gods know where, and it was as bright as those we all have seen in shopping centers when they advertise with those swerving bright lights at night time for peeps to see from miles all around. I was blinded by it and while attempting to regain my vision, I suddenly fell into this light, and began falling, only I did not stop in a second or two as would be the case from the height and altitude that I should have been off of the street. I fell for what seemed like 30 seconds and then slammed into a pool of pitch black water. Suddenly a small amount of light became visible in the distance and I found myself wading through a large grouping of tunnels, sewer pipes, just like the ones made at the Griffin Pipe Company where I guarded, nearly a quarter century in the future, well actually, they trucked in from other plants, these 100 year guaranteed 'Callio-tubes' as I named them, and then they were welded together and altered, and the chief welder was the god Psyche Myrathus. He went by the human name of Steven Murray. He told me this word for word, and I will swear it in mother fucking court. Anyway, the water grew shallower and eventually, it was only the large tunnels that I was moving through and eventually one of them led me to a tiled non cylindrically shaped tunnel, but looking more like what you would see in large city subway concourse systems, such as in Philadelphia and New York City. Now I was in this seemingly endless maze of large subway tunnels only no sign of trains were anywhere at all. Then I observed that rugs were now beneath my feet, very plush soft and quite exquisite rugs, almost Oriental rugs. After a while I was in a gigantic three dimensional city that was about 3 miles cubed and all annexed together. I began stumbling into large groups of people, some looked like normal people, while others looked very weird, not Star Trek alien weird, yet weird, don't ask me to freaking explain this, as it has been almost 41 years. I remember being suddenly in a large room that resembled a super elegant expensive hotel suite that only a multi-millionaire would be able to afford. A series of elevators were entered and moved up and down as well as along a straight line track. Once in this room, the room itself began moving right through other rooms and structures as though everything could become trans-dimensional. I saw a machine near a table, not on it, and it had lots of weird screens and buttons. I pushed some of the buttons and screens popped up like windows on current day computers do, and also many ready-lines as well, the type that colored markers would move left to right. On the wall of the room, a clock showed the time, only it was two vertical bright lights and numbers 1-12 were up on top. The LED light on top was the hour and the LED light beneath it was the minute, and the smaller thinner one at the bottom was the second, and that is how I figured out it was a clock. It was reading 1:40 and there was an “A” and a “P” on the left side and the “P” was lit up, so it was 1:40 in the afternoon. I pushed some buttons on the machine on the floor and the room stopped moving, and out of no place a group of people walked in who I seemed to have known for a very long time. They escorted me to a table where one of them took out a gun and shot me in the chest and then I remember dying and being cut open, and then one of them took out my lungs and turned them into what appeared to be two wash cloths. They were not wash cloths, they were DNA samplers/combiners. They did scarey shit to me and it was no fucking dream. Then I remember knowing they were known as THAT-FAMILY, and that seeming nonsense made total sense to me then and there. Then they reattached my lungs after they did something complicated, and told me to come back tomorrow. Instantly as this was happening, I was simultaneously walking down the first staircase back in Tom Reale's house to the ground floor. I walked back to my room and listened to my radio for hours not knowing exactly what happened. When I fell asleep hours later that night, I found myself right back with 'THAT-FAMILY'. On the 3rd and final interaction with them, they walked me down into a very strange area and I found myself back in time just about an entire year to the day. I was on the beach in 1969 and the fireworks show was going off. Suddenly, Paula King grabbed me and the beach vanished and I was under the boardwalk, only this entire boardwalk and beach was some holographic generation in my opinion, and really, I was in this huge three mile cube city. Paula raped me and told me to go back outside and gave me a hard shove. I first saw what I thought was the beach, and then in a flash, it was that room again in the strange city. This is where they told me without using words, that they are and I quote again, “THAT-FAMILY. They also let me know that in two other years, I would be visited again. Naturally now I realize this was 1980, and 1994. I totally know what is happening, but the story is so powerful it is far beyond bloggable, and peeps have been stoned to death for saying a hell of a lot less than what I could now say, and burned alive. Of course this is 2011, but that is as meaningless to me right now as the next crying baby in Wave Heights.
For right now, we will leave things right here, where they belong. I do not believe Dick Wolf knew about this, but then he sure knew how to write a lot of scripts that told my life story before I was consciously remembering any of the sordid details. In any event, I was set up a long time ago, and remembered that much of it in 1994, after SSJK promised to marry me, and then went on to play more of her favorite game, Tag. If Krassleville was a part of New York City, it would have been Rikers Island for me.
As for right now, I have no choice but to fly kites when She wants to fly kites, and play Tag when she wants to play Tag. I am dealing with one powerful incredible wild super teenager. There is nothing that I can do about it. I did not ask for this nightmare, and do not agree with you Kathy. Still, you can be right and UI could be wrong, so whop really can know, whisper echos and all? I only know that it is all a game and a bunch of silly ridiculous parlor tricks. There is no real magic or supernatural power, any more than there are any real space aliens. There are no monsters or unnatural creatures. Ammityville was a hoax and my 3rd cousin Christine Myers and her pal, boat kisser friend Jimmy Dean; know it only too well. All of it is just simply not permitted in the stage and level of the Lawtron, of the 7th dimension.
I expected a major day, and believe it or not, it was a quiet day, for the most part. As I said to Bob Levy, nobody knows the future, but do they? I always leave it as a question. I left it that way on tape almost 25 years ago, just so that I would begin to remember this entire freaking mess, © Office, with no help from you, tanks anyway, Whaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I have an incredible tale to tell, and it was revealed to me, as all things are, when suffering is at its maximum points, and this is a beauty. Lots of peeps will say who gives a shit, but a few more powerful and controlling and dominant peeps out here are gonna fucking go right smack dab out of their fucking skulls, WOLF-WOLF. Also, this is truth, I swear this by flag and country, and by my eternal love and my Goddess, the Great SSJK. All the clues about this incredible being have been revealed clearly over the past (36) months, just as the Bible from the past millenniums have revealed other truths about this ALL MIGHTY GODDESS, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. Not many have ever taken the time to really study either the first great BIBLE, or MORIANITY, but should any of you ever tackle this, positively all of the answers to any and all of your questions, would become crystal ass clear. You would need to totally understand and believe that all throughout the recorded history of humankind, there has always been a type of NSA/CIA Controlling/governing body on this planet with the powers of the PAWM-PIE/IAD, as described in so many of my previous blogs and journals. It exists now, and always did and will, as time is really 'ONE', and 'THEY' understand this truth and know how to apply it into the so-called waking human world here. This is how disinformation as well as all dominant control is always established, and with the illusion that human powers are the total origin and source, and not really only mere puppets of 333,333 entities known as the residence of the BRIGGBASE, in the Province Olympia on the condition-interaction directly sent dimensionally downward from the sixth dimension itself, and is thought of as the 'spirit-world' or the ASTRAL-PLANE. These “BRIGGERS” in Astral-Slang, make up one third of the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and the other two thirds reside on the other side of the great TECK BAY, in the GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. This literally translates out into waking world language of the English tongue, to be, the “City of the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”, and Her city-name 'Jehovah' is not included as this is very special to Her. This fantastic endless sixteen year old entity with no beginning or ending when not existing in countless 'TIME-WORLS' in the vast 5th dimensional hyperspace, has had two recent dream-downs off of the Astral-Plane, “LIFETIMES”, that fully emulate Her true identity and city where She has most of Her interactions. In the one that I call the 'Lenny-circa', it was Her great city that was mirror imaged in an extremely under exaggerated way as though looking through a messy and darkened glass to try and view it, and this being our waking world of Atlantic City, that is hacked continually and for whatever reason, the word CITY is always made not to capitalize, for reasons only the great JACK-HACK MC-ODF-CLUB is privy to, quite obviously, YO. In the one that
I call the 'Tomnick-circa', it is Her fantastic persona of the great entertainer and musician that is being mirror imaged in another extremely under exaggerated way, again, as if viewed through a dark messy glass. By the way my descriptions here are not from merely MORIANITY, but rather quite BIBLICAL. The monster-ass question can be asked of course, can MOUNTAINPEN be wrong, after-all was this not a part of the great 1969 equation, and the great Misses Marola of Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG, to begin with; as written down on so many blogs of mine over the past 4-6 years now? I mean she and I had the great argument, and right before the state lotteries copied Dan Curtis and Harriet Rohr and Dark Shadows, and Morgan Collins? But still, the symbols go on and on like an endless song, w2ow, is this the hypersphere? I mean 'golly gosh darn gee man', Copyright Office Examiners of the late nineteen-eighties, do the symbols ever not match? Do the numbers ever not tell the powerful truth of the GAWNUM? And then there is the playing cards, any old deck will do. We merely remove all cards except for the four suits of the aces through the nines, a total of what else, “BUT” (36) playing cards, only was this all not placed on my blogs long before the great Comcast Demon made direct contact with me, first by computer, and then just a little bit later, on the telephone? Whatever you desire an answer to be given you on, you merely think about it while shuffling these 36 cards, and drawing first one card, and then reshuffle and draw another card, giving you the root-PCN, GAWNUMLY. Then matching that with anything containing that particular PCN, and alagazam, pow, and boom, what do we have but the coolest Vegas magic trick in the freaking world, YO, and without any help from clean kitchens or Swiffer Mops. Imagine that. What is magic, or time travel, or for that matter anything at all? The easiest answer that I can retort back to this query would be, the proper awareness and application of the reality of STM. This stands for the carrying of Mister Einstein's famous equation to the true ultimate level where quantum physics and higher dimensions combine with the old unified filed theories of yesterday, and is pronounced SPACE-TIME-MIND. With it, the only real limits are the inability to trade places with the non-existors, since there is an infinite and unlimited number of these entities, and no more 'room can ever exist' for any more of them, not ever, not anywhere. So we, the existors, are left here, to exist, right Captain Sisco-Nine? Where the shit are you when I need you, Kathy Gatherer? There is a punk with a hammer I'd love you deal with, YO! Oh yeah, but I agreed to all this bullshit, did I not? Well combining the DNA cells of both Moe Howard and Donna Gaines, Mister Wolf, and out might pop the phrase, “That's not either hair nor there”!!!!!!!!! Still, do not think you know the entire deal old pal, I will tell you what I have been blocking in my freaking mind for nearly forty one summers, symbols, mystery ships, and all. When I was staying at the home of child molester Thomas J. Reale, on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG, from late June until the night of the twelfth of July, in the year of 1970, I have discussed my 3 or 4 night serial nightmare dreaming experience with peeps that somehow without using words, told me that they are and I quote, “THAT FAMILY”. This was only a few days before I ever knew that 'Sarah and her gang of luscious teen queens' on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, refered to me as “THAT BOY”. I learned this through the back door of being on the bus home around just past ten at night on the 12th of July, Copyright Office. Why do you think I wrote all of these fucking garbage songs, just for fun? Gimme a freaking break BRAH. Even nasty commentators that are correcting me on the spelling of certain slang words, they all have major fucking ass significance, do they not? After all, BR'A'-HHHHHHH, SAR'A'-HHHHHHH. Nothing ever JUST fucking happens, nothing; and when humanity catches up with the powerful truths of James Redfield and Morianity, it will then experience far less uncivilized and dehumanizing behaviors around the world from endless tyrants and evil doers. It is not ever gonna be the garden of Eden, but it definitely would improve. This as well as understanding properly, STM, is centuries away. I know this from being 100% totally aware of my “Bruce Goldberg future life” as the persona of Labber Zeggins. This is sort of MI life that emulates my existence in the great city of SDK. This is not the topic for tonight, like SDK, it can wait, in the opinions of the hyperspace dreamers who are so totally clueless to this fantastic 'place'. Moses thought he was getting the short end of the stick, and this is how I totally know that he only saw SSJK's brilliant hair glowing from behind rocks and brush. Once you know HER, that is that, you never again want to be here on Planet Earth, and you see every day as pure hell, even if you owned the world and everything in it. But none of this is topic or point for today. What is, is the return in a single flash, just tonight, of the most insidious and hideous piece of frightening dark hell imaginable, so no wonder I blocked it, and no wonder “THEY” persecuted me every time I would so much as mention the name of 'Tom Reale', to my late best friend back through the early and middle nineteen-nineties, or even discuss it aloud on a vehicle situation reporting and recording system. Yes, I had my vehicle bugged once. You all are clueless to the past 25 years of my unfathomable mother fucking nightmare hell here on this diseased twisted planet. Even Shorty MacInvondi and Professor Theodore Jackson of Florida State University, in another parallel universe of Earthquakes and tears, is clueless, so why not tell Donald J. Trump what he all ready must know. Well, if he does not know, great, as I have confidence my president and fuck the past. We all have closets and shame. Move over Donald, you old opportunist you. What you and your pal pulled at Harvard would make Wall Street shake like a slant-eye, BRO. Still, how can you use me to create you on a RS-1500-US in early 1980, and not know just how much the HAIR GANG knows about genealogy? So rest easy, Mister President, I'll blog his secret to the world if he smears you, old pal, as you have at least kept me going down here in Florida, and without you, I'd be sliced meat. I don't forget my true friends. I knew if I exposed the STM deal with the song and my tax refund, they would not be able to resist splicing it all back together. I also am sorry for breaking down into tears, I mean really, SO SAHWEE, I knew it would happen, and spoke openly about renewed shaking problems. I noticed this reality back in the late seventies. The faith in Maggie deal is a huge parlor trick. I still have a copy of my dance tunes only mixed with my singing along with them. Trans-dimensional shit causes this problem every timer, and the creators of the 'NEW TWILIGHT ZONE' television show, knew it as well; with that episode with the attempted re-splice of the Kennedy assassination. They used a fictional show to tell this truth, but my blogs show the proof and reality of this. I have no reason whatsoever to be making this wild bullshit up out of whole cloth, YO. I walked through the door and there it was playing, just like the dream in 1997, mind freaking boggling. I went right out of control and teared up like a baby in front of the engineer and his partner who is a first cousin to the famous musician BonJovi. I did not plan it, shit happens as Paul Pedersen would say so well, from Studio Park Records, the inventor of it too, right, I wonder what trans-dimensional realities he is freaking crisscrossing through, copyright Office Examiners??? My point tonight is no where near any of this and it is time I get right to it. I fell asleep for 20 minutes watching television in my bedroom Friday evening, two hours before I began blogging this information. I did not have any interaction that I brought back to conscious waking world memory, but felt as if I had been elsewhere for years and years. This is not an isolated occurrence with me, especially when taking short naps. I began viewing some educational material about numbers on the Port Saint Lucie local channel, and pow, two minutes or so into watching it, I remembered the most incredible mother fucking shit in my entire life, it beats the hell out of visiting the Carey house in 1975, or anything else. Here is what happened 5 years earlier than that, with or without any winds blowing, or Bob Dylan songs playing, happy 70 soon, old pal! Let's sing out, but not as terribly as I did on my 2007 karaoke project, huh LOC? Hold your ears and scream LA-LA, huh, sheeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally remember the serial dreams and it began with a waking experience, just as so many famous documented UFO-abduction cases do. I am well read and well versed on the topic, and I do not doubt anyone's experience, but I sure could tell them some shit that they are totally unaware of if they ever wanted to really know. Tom Reale had a lot of property and used to refer to himself and this is a precise quotation from him, as being “property-rich”. He had a very nice boat that he kept docked right at the Black Horse Pike Drawbridge on the east side of the bay, where a large restaurant exists now. This is where he told me how property-rich he was. What I am about to say will upset McGuire and McGettigan, and there is nothing I can do about it. In my opinion, these three men, Reale, and these other two, are all part of the huge quiet off shoot family of the Cape, and there is nothing lonely about this situation, Paul Evans Pedersen. This shit can get people fucking killed, so I will not go on, other than to say that I know that all three of these diseased human beings will be quite unhappy that I remembered this tonight. This property on Cornwall Avenue is now the site of the Ventnor Water Works, an annexed part of the McGettigan and Callio connected mighty city water company, the ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. This is old news, I found this out years ago while searching for the greatest teenager in the multiverse, Sarah K. On top of this, my mother was murdered for trying to assist me in this great unbelievable and totally outlandish search that would require books and books just to adequately address all of the nuances and details involved in every one of the numerous intricacies of this beyond bleak and nightmarish sequence of events of 1997. Tom Reale's property on Cornwall Avenue had one restored room in it. The entire house looked as though a weapon of mass destruction had literally gone off inside of it, yet left the outer structure of the home totally in tact miraculously. I know this is not what really happened, but if forced to describe this shit, I am being right on the square about things here, YO. One day after being in this place for 3 days, Ziggy my beach friend told me to go home over and over again, a reenactment of the Dangerfield Telephone Call, I call it the DTC for short, and do seem to be the rare target of celebrity telephone calls, and just what Paula Uwich of Glendora, New Jersey, knew will stay a mystery, as this rotten witch really had powers and really did know shit, and told me years before that Braxton bitch called up in 1998, that she is connected in all of this, and I remember just looking at her like she was nuts. I do know that Paula is a name that the great Julia White loves to use, so my theories are of course bent in one direction, but I could be wrong, I'm not Goddess-36, AKA-BEGTQ. “BUT” back to the story of my being in this house with one restored room in the summer time of 1970. The day that Ziggy upset me so bad, I went back to the house and it was around 2 in the afternoon. I had an entrance right outside the restored bedroom. There was the bedroom with an attached large bathroom, then a door and a hall, and if you did not walk down the hall but merely across the hall, the door of the rear to this house was right there. I was told never to wonder around the house, only to use the rear door, and these two rooms, and that was it. I obeyed until that afternoon. Then after crying ion my bed for an hour, something somehow somewhere beckoned me to walk through a maze of junk to the front of the house and up a large staircase. The entire 2nd floor was also a total shambles, and a short distance from the first staircase, was a totally other staircase system and I went up higher in this house to its top story. I noticed strange shit all over the walls and floor. There were markings all over the place like I was in some Aztec Cave system. I followed the markings because they seemed to be telling me a story like following clues to a treasure hunt. Don't ask me now for details, it is beyond sketchy and hazy, and I cannot fathom how markings would be leading me on a pathway through this very large third story that suddenly appeared to be much larger than the dimensions of the home could really ever be. I literally was either walking around in a huge ass circle or this home was blocks long on the third floor, and of course I know now and knew then that this was totally nuts as I'd seen the home from the outside, and it appeared as a large but totally normal structure along with other similar ones on the block. There was no water company there in 1970, so keep bearing this in mind as I progress further in telling my story. Now this is where some may think I hit my head on a dark corner or whatever and dreamed the following, but I will admit that that night about eleven or so when I did fall asleep, this was the beginning of the 3 following nights of this wild serial dream about THAT-FAMILY. Suddenly, a window had no drapes and the hallway ahead of me grew very bright. When I arrived at the bright spot and looked out at what I thought would just be daylight, instead I saw a huge searchlight shinning inside at me from only the gods know where, and it was as bright as those we all have seen in shopping centers when they advertise with those swerving bright lights at night time for peeps to see from miles all around. I was blinded by it and while attempting to regain my vision, I suddenly fell into this light, and began falling, only I did not stop in a second or two as would be the case from the height and altitude that I should have been off of the street. I fell for what seemed like 30 seconds and then slammed into a pool of pitch black water. Suddenly a small amount of light became visible in the distance and I found myself wading through a large grouping of tunnels, sewer pipes, just like the ones made at the Griffin Pipe Company where I guarded, nearly a quarter century in the future, well actually, they trucked in from other plants, these 100 year guaranteed 'Callio-tubes' as I named them, and then they were welded together and altered, and the chief welder was the god Psyche Myrathus. He went by the human name of Steven Murray. He told me this word for word, and I will swear it in mother fucking court. Anyway, the water grew shallower and eventually, it was only the large tunnels that I was moving through and eventually one of them led me to a tiled non cylindrically shaped tunnel, but looking more like what you would see in large city subway concourse systems, such as in Philadelphia and New York City. Now I was in this seemingly endless maze of large subway tunnels only no sign of trains were anywhere at all. Then I observed that rugs were now beneath my feet, very plush soft and quite exquisite rugs, almost Oriental rugs. After a while I was in a gigantic three dimensional city that was about 3 miles cubed and all annexed together. I began stumbling into large groups of people, some looked like normal people, while others looked very weird, not Star Trek alien weird, yet weird, don't ask me to freaking explain this, as it has been almost 41 years. I remember being suddenly in a large room that resembled a super elegant expensive hotel suite that only a multi-millionaire would be able to afford. A series of elevators were entered and moved up and down as well as along a straight line track. Once in this room, the room itself began moving right through other rooms and structures as though everything could become trans-dimensional. I saw a machine near a table, not on it, and it had lots of weird screens and buttons. I pushed some of the buttons and screens popped up like windows on current day computers do, and also many ready-lines as well, the type that colored markers would move left to right. On the wall of the room, a clock showed the time, only it was two vertical bright lights and numbers 1-12 were up on top. The LED light on top was the hour and the LED light beneath it was the minute, and the smaller thinner one at the bottom was the second, and that is how I figured out it was a clock. It was reading 1:40 and there was an “A” and a “P” on the left side and the “P” was lit up, so it was 1:40 in the afternoon. I pushed some buttons on the machine on the floor and the room stopped moving, and out of no place a group of people walked in who I seemed to have known for a very long time. They escorted me to a table where one of them took out a gun and shot me in the chest and then I remember dying and being cut open, and then one of them took out my lungs and turned them into what appeared to be two wash cloths. They were not wash cloths, they were DNA samplers/combiners. They did scarey shit to me and it was no fucking dream. Then I remember knowing they were known as THAT-FAMILY, and that seeming nonsense made total sense to me then and there. Then they reattached my lungs after they did something complicated, and told me to come back tomorrow. Instantly as this was happening, I was simultaneously walking down the first staircase back in Tom Reale's house to the ground floor. I walked back to my room and listened to my radio for hours not knowing exactly what happened. When I fell asleep hours later that night, I found myself right back with 'THAT-FAMILY'. On the 3rd and final interaction with them, they walked me down into a very strange area and I found myself back in time just about an entire year to the day. I was on the beach in 1969 and the fireworks show was going off. Suddenly, Paula King grabbed me and the beach vanished and I was under the boardwalk, only this entire boardwalk and beach was some holographic generation in my opinion, and really, I was in this huge three mile cube city. Paula raped me and told me to go back outside and gave me a hard shove. I first saw what I thought was the beach, and then in a flash, it was that room again in the strange city. This is where they told me without using words, that they are and I quote again, “THAT-FAMILY. They also let me know that in two other years, I would be visited again. Naturally now I realize this was 1980, and 1994. I totally know what is happening, but the story is so powerful it is far beyond bloggable, and peeps have been stoned to death for saying a hell of a lot less than what I could now say, and burned alive. Of course this is 2011, but that is as meaningless to me right now as the next crying baby in Wave Heights.
For right now, we will leave things right here, where they belong. I do not believe Dick Wolf knew about this, but then he sure knew how to write a lot of scripts that told my life story before I was consciously remembering any of the sordid details. In any event, I was set up a long time ago, and remembered that much of it in 1994, after SSJK promised to marry me, and then went on to play more of her favorite game, Tag. If Krassleville was a part of New York City, it would have been Rikers Island for me.
As for right now, I have no choice but to fly kites when She wants to fly kites, and play Tag when she wants to play Tag. I am dealing with one powerful incredible wild super teenager. There is nothing that I can do about it. I did not ask for this nightmare, and do not agree with you Kathy. Still, you can be right and UI could be wrong, so whop really can know, whisper echos and all? I only know that it is all a game and a bunch of silly ridiculous parlor tricks. There is no real magic or supernatural power, any more than there are any real space aliens. There are no monsters or unnatural creatures. Ammityville was a hoax and my 3rd cousin Christine Myers and her pal, boat kisser friend Jimmy Dean; know it only too well. All of it is just simply not permitted in the stage and level of the Lawtron, of the 7th dimension.
I expected a major day, and believe it or not, it was a quiet day, for the most part. As I said to Bob Levy, nobody knows the future, but do they? I always leave it as a question. I left it that way on tape almost 25 years ago, just so that I would begin to remember this entire freaking mess, © Office, with no help from you, tanks anyway, Whaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 101
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 101
KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
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THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: SYMBOLISM EXPOSED:
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I have talked about symbolism on many blogs and upon many occasions. A man at a place called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at the Route #309 intersection with County Line Road, in the county where I was born in the state of Pennsylvania, Montgomery, told me that, and I quote, “I should see the movie”, yeah right, I should see the movie. The movie is there because of me, just as storm chasers are there, crazies, newzies, and the entire better part of the entire entertainment industry as it now is thought and known of as, but oh right, I should see the movie, he says. He said this when I began telling him the smallest part of my life. The movie he was telling me about is “MATRIX”. In 1995, I went out in my car and followed a lightning storm after it began leaving my area at the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, this was before the Weather Channel or anyone else was out there following any kind of storms, and don't believe any other story because it is a lie. Chemtrails also began with a telephone call from me to the Mount Laurel Police Department early in January in the year of 1988, while I was employed at the American Honda plant on Gaither road for the Guardsmark Security Company. I tend to start things. I tend to know a lot of people who for 'whatever reason' have become known and celebrated persons, (celebrities). Congressman Andrews can deny it, Paul, Sally, and Billy can deny it, and anytime I need to prove anything, I can, it is not keeping me awake nights one single little minute folks. My point here is not to brag, please believe that. My point is to tell that anyone I get involved with, falls under a magical situation, and this is for lack of a better wordage on my part, 'fallout from interacting with me'. So despite this blog coming off braggadocio here, sorry peeps, it is not meant that way, it is necessary to discuss this wild crazy bizarre and unfathomably outlandish phenomenon. Yes, get involved with me, in ANY CAPACITY, and you will have magical fallout. Powerful people on this planet from Trump on down, know this is true; and they can be honest should you ask them, or they are totally free to lie about it to your face, as that's on them, “BUT” I AM SPEAKING THE TOTAL FREAKING TRUTH HERE, AND SWEAR IT ALL UNDER COUNTRY AND ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH GODDESS, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, of the Astral Plane!!!
As with MATRIX, the movie, when the dude was seeing a bunch of digits and dots beyond this reality, and saying how it is nearly inconceivable to realize that this is a blond or a redhead or a brunette human female, the powerful real non-movie-truth is that symbolism is real and works because all things in all places not in void or truth, is indeed a collection of COSMIC NUMBERS, Erica. You said it perfectly a while back on the 'AMC' Soap Show on television.
I am under a heavy siege right now, lots of neighborhood bullshit, lots of computer bullshit, and what else the fuck is new, Lads, Lassies, and Labrador Retrievers? This is why it is overdue and way past time for me right now to begin taking the topic of symbolism a tad bit further than ever before, MISTER MARTIN, or Martino/McGettigan/McGuire, whatever the case may be with all of the 'Gilmore Girls', and what they and the great Hollywood Emit Smoker knew right along for years, decades, and centuries. Maybe some things are MADE IN HEAVEN, other things were simply made in the year of 1988, such as Lee Farms, and 'Sweetie-Pie Bailey'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How'mi doin' Boo? Are you out of the Saint Lucie County Lockup yet old pal? Do you really think I'll forget that interaction with the bright green grass, the PIPE, the frog, the bank that destroyed me in 'REAL LIFE', Twinbay, the mysterious nocturnal Egg Harbor school, the Florida Commerce Bank that time has proven had to be in another part of trans-dimensional hyperspace as over here it is all mixed and merged as TD-Sam Water Company, the near auto crash that sent Dawn-Marie mushroom sprouting Japanese style, Copyright Office Examiners hinting but not wanting to lose their damn Ed GREEN jobs MISTER WOLF, and so very ass much more? How can anybody on this gods green-brown Earth hope to forget all of this fucking super ass bullshit, YO??????? Just please tell me how, YO. Symbolism is sometimes thought of as the language of dreams, but MORIANITY has told the powerful truth that mortal waking people have things all in reverse, thinking this is real life and bed time adventures are mere dreams. Really, the 'power of illusion', was known about by those that really know, such as Gene Roddenberry, with his all time super show that began the entire Star Trek television numerous shows and movies, called, THE CAGE, and in the pre-pilot show episode that started 'STAR TREK', it was known as “THE MENAGERIE”. These 'Tallosions' as they were called, would be thought of as the “KINGS OF MAGIC”, all though their 'magic', as all magic, is really originating from a source of knowledge, and power, and super ultra high sophisticated technology. His best demonstration or one of his best, was his NEXT-GEN ST show called ARDRA. She used what I dreamed of doing back in 1969, and called, 'electronic powers', creating the invisible technology so as to fool and deceive others into believing in your magic, but really, it all is a parlor trick, all of it, and it always will be, right down to the so-called supernatural powers of Lenny McKinnon, or THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as why I desired this, it is not all that explainable in words, and it was not until the year of 1985 that things began to happen in ways that time sort of caught up with the need for this, as though I all ready unconsciously knew this would all happen, only the magic parlor trick in that is simply that I did know. When Lenny took me back to my freaking high school in his new current persona and AKA identity, DJDS, he stranded me there, PAUL PERDERSEN, and just because I never gave you all of the particulars, did not mean it did not happen that way. Why should I trust you when you finked to Sally Starr about me, and told HERR what I told you in confidence, that I am over eight thousand years mother fucking old, you over grown potato chip with an 'Irish Pub' sign on your back, YO? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! They fucked with me again, and put fucking PACIFIC TIME ON MY COMOPUTER CLOCK, and the ?San Mateo, California address back on everything. It is someplace on 36th Avenue, and wow Lenny, you sure are one jealous ass hole. All this shit simply because I did what the family wanted me to do, apologize to a young kid that held one night against me, and one mean song. That is all there is to it, so everything else is in your ugly ass imagination, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I just reset the bullshit butt wipe. Now on with the blog, and since you want to keep playing the game of 'cutesiefuckingcute', then let's freaking play, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us really examine numbers and symbols and things like the great Avenue out there in Shakeville, or should I say Wave Heights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that the reason words and digits and all things when properly understood and applied, does seem to fit into the connections and patterns of the so-called real life around us, is simply because the entire thing 'IS' just a huge bunch of inter-relating and interacting cosmic numbers. As I said earlier, the dream interaction with the bright green grass and the frog and the pipe, and then my song called “Lets Get Rid of the Little-Letty Yellow Sheet of Paper, AKA, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”, © MOUNTAINPEN-2007, and then there was the magic number on signs, worn by the Mayor of Atlantic City, as well as the then President of this great land, GB; #187, huh 'Len, my Fren'? Donna can really scream it out, huh Copyright Office, YO?We all know it was the song 'Black Boys' and HAIR, that she was really screaming in. I just edited the fucking mix. So sorry Donna as it is in my blood, engineering shit, you know; my days back at RPL. Anyone can 'GOOGLE' up this mysterious place, AKA, 'RPL' and 'RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY', USAESMWG. None of this is crazy ranting or the words of insanity, and the entire federal government knows it is all totally true. They are just smart enough to keep their freaking mouth shut ever since Magnesonic was constructed in 1985. Need George Strait, or I, really add anything to this here? But the number of 187-PCN is one thing, and making me be age seventeen over and over forever Lenny Rapper is another thing, but there is a lot freaking more, and since you insist on playing with my computer, let us talk a little while about just what this other bullshit is, YO. Professor Gawky Gaukauk told me about some of his magical numerological stuff in the year of 1980. He is a tenured professor in a condition-interaction and not a real tangible location or place, called the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, on the Astral Plane, in the Province of Olympia. He showed me the magical 9 digits, and the super three powerful ones, the 4, the 5, and the 9. He told me what the lottery was going to be the following day in what you would all call, a very vivid dreaming experience, and sure enough it came out just the way he said it would, his wife told me that it comes up either 'straight' or in a 'box', in the state of Pennsylvania, a state very much secretly connected with the most powerful human family on this planet, and I'm 'so-sorry' if this fucks with your ego MISTER TRUMP, as it is not YOUR family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to the numbers, the 1,2,3,6,7, and 8 are the flip side of a powerful coin where the 4-5-9 is on, and this does not need be talked about here on blog SJ-chapter 101, as this is not a lesson on the GAWNUM-101, if I may throw in a lever little pun here, will you permit this Uncle Heinz Gottwalt of Babylon, oh great King Neb??????? See how the connections are fitting together, newbie viewers to 'MORIANITY', YO???????
Let me go here first. The 'number-9' is powerful, as this number is based on the creation of a system that matches up the cosmic numbers of reality and so-called human existence or life. 'Nine' squared is 81. Cubed, it is 729. The 4th exponent of nine is the great 6,561. This accounts for my kidnapping and abduction not just with Billy Harner at the Water Company MISTER NON-PAUL MCGETTIGAN SIR, of Atlantic City, but at the great home or one of his many homes in the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, where I stayed with the great KING FAMILY in 2008, until moving to the FBI-AGENT owned other home with them at 841 13th Street, not Apollo-Lucifer-13, all though all four names are in the movie and I do not think that this got past MI, my first and last names, and Lenny's new AKA one's as well, study the movie carefully, all 4 names are there, and one of the four where it is very apropos, is about baseball, and is showing and discussing baseball, and then there was my wonderful road-trip with the 'great dude of Mister Ed and Patty Duke' to the future and the World Series Parade of the 2008 Phillies Championship, and talking more about this will only turn Harry Callas over in his '2nd grave', as it is all on the blog. It is all there, nothing I ever say is bullshit, and nothing is here without an already previously established foundation, YO!!!!!!!!! When I say this mother fucker took me through time in my 'sleep', it is not ranting or delusion or some wild made up freaking ass fiction, YO. The address on the first house was 65 Middle Road, and the stock market while I lived there went down to the near time record low of right about the number in points of nine to the power of four, the middle sixty-five's, hundreds that is, the DJIA. The FBI-AGENT that owns the home where I spent the latter part of my kidnapping 'STOCKHOLM SYNDROME' experience, with this lovely fucking miserable ass family, lives in Texas, or did as of the time I was back there in GARDEN-GREEN-New Jersey, and his name is 'Steve Caruso, so the FBI knows if they're reading this, that all my words are totally freaking ass true and real and correct. Just because nobody has the balls to take on the great Kennedy's, and their fantastic offshoot system, that is their problem, huh Atlantic City Alchemist who poof vanishes before my very teenaged eyes back in the middle nineteen seventies. The locally famous JUDGE FRANK RASO owned the first home I was at with them over on Middle Road next to the Wal-Mart store of Hammonton, right lovely 90210 Shannon Doherty Car-Kicker McGuire?????????? 9-81-729-6561. At quick glance this looks quite benign, so read on folks. “NINE” of Jehovah's very favorite numbers out in HER GREAT CITY of 'SAHASRA DAL KANWAL', are 7, 12, 17, 23, 40, 70, 144, 1000, and 144000. Sarah-Stacey has powerful reasons why this is so, and I am not about to get the living shit kicked out of me when I go to bed in an hour, so let me not go on with that. Things have been quiet since the 29th day of January, let me 'not press my luck', huh Tracy Richards? No human is 'aware', in the entire hyperspace while awake and conscious, except for one special dog, me, ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES; that SHE exists as a sixteen year old girl, and it is always HER birthday. If this had not been previously blogged, I would not reiterate it, but since the damage has been done all ready, I will simply just live with it? All the incredible bullshit was right there staring me in the face ever since the middle nineteen nineties, and I was too close to the forest to see the trees, let alone remember a damn thing, until it was too late, and so you will of course laugh on Lenny. I was a butt wipe, and deserve your laughter buddy. I never was a lightning fast person, my type of mind is analytical and creative, but it takes me longer than the average to catch onto existing basics, but then when I do, WATCH OUT WORLD!!!!!! This is simply the mother fucking way I happen to be hardwired, to quote society, YO!!!!!!! Now, on with our GAWNUM 101 lesson here on 101, BRO. Sixteen is not talked about all that much by SSJK, as some things are very secret just between the the great SCYLLA GODDESS and HER 'special doggie', YANCY. I know, and that is sufficient, as egotistical and megalomaniac as it may appear to sound. So-sahwee peeps. But forgetting levels and sound effects and copyrighted projects for a second, maybe, 'let's move on' with this, “DOC”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you still in jail with BOO, Eddie? OK, we have the great 144 number, and yes, nine is also kept quite secret, Biblically speaking. 16 times 9 is indeed 144. 16 minus 9 is “SEVEN”. 16 plus 9 is 25, and my age while working at the RPL Sound Recording Studios in 1980, and recording the four demo tunes, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Long river blues, and Love So High. Nine when looked at in quite another way is also quite another fascination to say the freaking least lads and lassies. Multiplying our nine by 2 brings us to 18. We have the 'Sorian-18 Guardhouse' and the SORA test of New Jersey for Security Officers, and the 'ratio and ration' question is number eighteen, the number 18 appears in 1802 Robin hill in the year of 1980 and removing the 90 out of that leaves the 18 when I was 25 and working at RPL, we have cousin Sandy and Aunt Geraldine Snow; at the Narberth, Pennsylvania address, on Greentree Lane, 1208, so here we remove the 20 and are left with the 18. My '7th' grand dad was the '18th' Governor of Connecticut, Mister Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and then the endless age of Diana, the Lightning Goddess of the Earth, is eighteen. She is a beautiful moon tonight peeps, you need to go outside and peer at this great queen. Now if we multiply the nine by a 3, we get the number of electricity, the great 27. This was an important day for my lovely 'MI' in March of 1970, in case I forget to wish you a happy birthday next week, let me do that here in this blog, MC. I still wish SHE had not fallen off of the Steel Pier in 1969. But then Billy was the mast man on the pier, and tells quite a tale, and I do believe him wholeheartedly, go to www.billyharner.com/. Then we multiply 9 by 4 and we get the great '36', so how do we ever lose here, YO. Maybe the question begs the imagination to go, how can I win???????? Who really knows or can know, breath echos and all, © Office, YO? 18 and 36 are apart by two, looking at it either way, one would be by 2/1 and the other would be by 1/2, and the number 2 is left, the great number of the binary code that humanity is now living and totally coexisting with in 2011. Still, the number 36 or 9X4, has an incredible 81:1 ration/ratio chance, SORA-18, of being the root number for both “SARAH KRASSLE”, and the title of a song I wrote in 1986 called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. The Private Cosmicoded Number or (PCN) to both these combinations of letters and their symbol is PCN-363. Also the 16 secret number and secret endless age of JEHOVAH is the number of the binary hexadecimal. This is what literally creates the binary system, ask any computer geek if you think any of this is made freaking up folks. Also EIGHTEEN has the PCN-817, and is 100% compatible with me, as my PCN is 871.Thirty-Six is PCN-981. This is 100% compatible with MC and HER PCN-231. Symbols are indeed fascinating are they not Mister Nemoy Vulcan? Then another powerful dream-interaction in 1996 struck me late in the year in the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH HOUSE as I have come to call it since this is where the great 'Paula King' IMHO murdered my mother in her sleep, and she survived in a zombie type of form for 27 months, dying on the 4th day of March in the great 'Junior' Game year of '2000'. Diana told me recently that she made me forget her face, but when SSJK came to me as a girl in her middle-late twenties at the time, she told me that she was going to destroy the entire world, and I asked her to spare humankind. This is when she told me and I will quote all though to this day the sentence eludes me a bit the way she put it in past tents, “Because you loved Diana, I'll spare the world for a little while”. We were in a beautiful location where a fence was standing between the two of us and was about 3 feet high, or 36 inches. Nothing is going to escape the symbolism with me, not Apollo-Lucifer 13 Missions, times that coincide with the mission, the four names, and all these wild mathematical and very unexplainable and “coincidental equations”. FUCK THAT SHIT HENRY FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me crash into a hopefully quiet sleep. If Sarah-Stacey is mad from what I've told on this blog tonight, I'll get an ass-kicking.
BYE-BYE evweebuddy, and you two silwee wabbit, whaaaaaa.
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I have talked about symbolism on many blogs and upon many occasions. A man at a place called ROADWAY TRUCKING, at the Route #309 intersection with County Line Road, in the county where I was born in the state of Pennsylvania, Montgomery, told me that, and I quote, “I should see the movie”, yeah right, I should see the movie. The movie is there because of me, just as storm chasers are there, crazies, newzies, and the entire better part of the entire entertainment industry as it now is thought and known of as, but oh right, I should see the movie, he says. He said this when I began telling him the smallest part of my life. The movie he was telling me about is “MATRIX”. In 1995, I went out in my car and followed a lightning storm after it began leaving my area at the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, this was before the Weather Channel or anyone else was out there following any kind of storms, and don't believe any other story because it is a lie. Chemtrails also began with a telephone call from me to the Mount Laurel Police Department early in January in the year of 1988, while I was employed at the American Honda plant on Gaither road for the Guardsmark Security Company. I tend to start things. I tend to know a lot of people who for 'whatever reason' have become known and celebrated persons, (celebrities). Congressman Andrews can deny it, Paul, Sally, and Billy can deny it, and anytime I need to prove anything, I can, it is not keeping me awake nights one single little minute folks. My point here is not to brag, please believe that. My point is to tell that anyone I get involved with, falls under a magical situation, and this is for lack of a better wordage on my part, 'fallout from interacting with me'. So despite this blog coming off braggadocio here, sorry peeps, it is not meant that way, it is necessary to discuss this wild crazy bizarre and unfathomably outlandish phenomenon. Yes, get involved with me, in ANY CAPACITY, and you will have magical fallout. Powerful people on this planet from Trump on down, know this is true; and they can be honest should you ask them, or they are totally free to lie about it to your face, as that's on them, “BUT” I AM SPEAKING THE TOTAL FREAKING TRUTH HERE, AND SWEAR IT ALL UNDER COUNTRY AND ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH GODDESS, Sarah-Stacey Krassle, of the Astral Plane!!!
As with MATRIX, the movie, when the dude was seeing a bunch of digits and dots beyond this reality, and saying how it is nearly inconceivable to realize that this is a blond or a redhead or a brunette human female, the powerful real non-movie-truth is that symbolism is real and works because all things in all places not in void or truth, is indeed a collection of COSMIC NUMBERS, Erica. You said it perfectly a while back on the 'AMC' Soap Show on television.
I am under a heavy siege right now, lots of neighborhood bullshit, lots of computer bullshit, and what else the fuck is new, Lads, Lassies, and Labrador Retrievers? This is why it is overdue and way past time for me right now to begin taking the topic of symbolism a tad bit further than ever before, MISTER MARTIN, or Martino/McGettigan/McGuire, whatever the case may be with all of the 'Gilmore Girls', and what they and the great Hollywood Emit Smoker knew right along for years, decades, and centuries. Maybe some things are MADE IN HEAVEN, other things were simply made in the year of 1988, such as Lee Farms, and 'Sweetie-Pie Bailey'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How'mi doin' Boo? Are you out of the Saint Lucie County Lockup yet old pal? Do you really think I'll forget that interaction with the bright green grass, the PIPE, the frog, the bank that destroyed me in 'REAL LIFE', Twinbay, the mysterious nocturnal Egg Harbor school, the Florida Commerce Bank that time has proven had to be in another part of trans-dimensional hyperspace as over here it is all mixed and merged as TD-Sam Water Company, the near auto crash that sent Dawn-Marie mushroom sprouting Japanese style, Copyright Office Examiners hinting but not wanting to lose their damn Ed GREEN jobs MISTER WOLF, and so very ass much more? How can anybody on this gods green-brown Earth hope to forget all of this fucking super ass bullshit, YO??????? Just please tell me how, YO. Symbolism is sometimes thought of as the language of dreams, but MORIANITY has told the powerful truth that mortal waking people have things all in reverse, thinking this is real life and bed time adventures are mere dreams. Really, the 'power of illusion', was known about by those that really know, such as Gene Roddenberry, with his all time super show that began the entire Star Trek television numerous shows and movies, called, THE CAGE, and in the pre-pilot show episode that started 'STAR TREK', it was known as “THE MENAGERIE”. These 'Tallosions' as they were called, would be thought of as the “KINGS OF MAGIC”, all though their 'magic', as all magic, is really originating from a source of knowledge, and power, and super ultra high sophisticated technology. His best demonstration or one of his best, was his NEXT-GEN ST show called ARDRA. She used what I dreamed of doing back in 1969, and called, 'electronic powers', creating the invisible technology so as to fool and deceive others into believing in your magic, but really, it all is a parlor trick, all of it, and it always will be, right down to the so-called supernatural powers of Lenny McKinnon, or THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as why I desired this, it is not all that explainable in words, and it was not until the year of 1985 that things began to happen in ways that time sort of caught up with the need for this, as though I all ready unconsciously knew this would all happen, only the magic parlor trick in that is simply that I did know. When Lenny took me back to my freaking high school in his new current persona and AKA identity, DJDS, he stranded me there, PAUL PERDERSEN, and just because I never gave you all of the particulars, did not mean it did not happen that way. Why should I trust you when you finked to Sally Starr about me, and told HERR what I told you in confidence, that I am over eight thousand years mother fucking old, you over grown potato chip with an 'Irish Pub' sign on your back, YO? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! They fucked with me again, and put fucking PACIFIC TIME ON MY COMOPUTER CLOCK, and the ?San Mateo, California address back on everything. It is someplace on 36th Avenue, and wow Lenny, you sure are one jealous ass hole. All this shit simply because I did what the family wanted me to do, apologize to a young kid that held one night against me, and one mean song. That is all there is to it, so everything else is in your ugly ass imagination, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I just reset the bullshit butt wipe. Now on with the blog, and since you want to keep playing the game of 'cutesiefuckingcute', then let's freaking play, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us really examine numbers and symbols and things like the great Avenue out there in Shakeville, or should I say Wave Heights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember that the reason words and digits and all things when properly understood and applied, does seem to fit into the connections and patterns of the so-called real life around us, is simply because the entire thing 'IS' just a huge bunch of inter-relating and interacting cosmic numbers. As I said earlier, the dream interaction with the bright green grass and the frog and the pipe, and then my song called “Lets Get Rid of the Little-Letty Yellow Sheet of Paper, AKA, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”, © MOUNTAINPEN-2007, and then there was the magic number on signs, worn by the Mayor of Atlantic City, as well as the then President of this great land, GB; #187, huh 'Len, my Fren'? Donna can really scream it out, huh Copyright Office, YO?We all know it was the song 'Black Boys' and HAIR, that she was really screaming in. I just edited the fucking mix. So sorry Donna as it is in my blood, engineering shit, you know; my days back at RPL. Anyone can 'GOOGLE' up this mysterious place, AKA, 'RPL' and 'RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY', USAESMWG. None of this is crazy ranting or the words of insanity, and the entire federal government knows it is all totally true. They are just smart enough to keep their freaking mouth shut ever since Magnesonic was constructed in 1985. Need George Strait, or I, really add anything to this here? But the number of 187-PCN is one thing, and making me be age seventeen over and over forever Lenny Rapper is another thing, but there is a lot freaking more, and since you insist on playing with my computer, let us talk a little while about just what this other bullshit is, YO. Professor Gawky Gaukauk told me about some of his magical numerological stuff in the year of 1980. He is a tenured professor in a condition-interaction and not a real tangible location or place, called the TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, on the Astral Plane, in the Province of Olympia. He showed me the magical 9 digits, and the super three powerful ones, the 4, the 5, and the 9. He told me what the lottery was going to be the following day in what you would all call, a very vivid dreaming experience, and sure enough it came out just the way he said it would, his wife told me that it comes up either 'straight' or in a 'box', in the state of Pennsylvania, a state very much secretly connected with the most powerful human family on this planet, and I'm 'so-sorry' if this fucks with your ego MISTER TRUMP, as it is not YOUR family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to the numbers, the 1,2,3,6,7, and 8 are the flip side of a powerful coin where the 4-5-9 is on, and this does not need be talked about here on blog SJ-chapter 101, as this is not a lesson on the GAWNUM-101, if I may throw in a lever little pun here, will you permit this Uncle Heinz Gottwalt of Babylon, oh great King Neb??????? See how the connections are fitting together, newbie viewers to 'MORIANITY', YO???????
Let me go here first. The 'number-9' is powerful, as this number is based on the creation of a system that matches up the cosmic numbers of reality and so-called human existence or life. 'Nine' squared is 81. Cubed, it is 729. The 4th exponent of nine is the great 6,561. This accounts for my kidnapping and abduction not just with Billy Harner at the Water Company MISTER NON-PAUL MCGETTIGAN SIR, of Atlantic City, but at the great home or one of his many homes in the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG, where I stayed with the great KING FAMILY in 2008, until moving to the FBI-AGENT owned other home with them at 841 13th Street, not Apollo-Lucifer-13, all though all four names are in the movie and I do not think that this got past MI, my first and last names, and Lenny's new AKA one's as well, study the movie carefully, all 4 names are there, and one of the four where it is very apropos, is about baseball, and is showing and discussing baseball, and then there was my wonderful road-trip with the 'great dude of Mister Ed and Patty Duke' to the future and the World Series Parade of the 2008 Phillies Championship, and talking more about this will only turn Harry Callas over in his '2nd grave', as it is all on the blog. It is all there, nothing I ever say is bullshit, and nothing is here without an already previously established foundation, YO!!!!!!!!! When I say this mother fucker took me through time in my 'sleep', it is not ranting or delusion or some wild made up freaking ass fiction, YO. The address on the first house was 65 Middle Road, and the stock market while I lived there went down to the near time record low of right about the number in points of nine to the power of four, the middle sixty-five's, hundreds that is, the DJIA. The FBI-AGENT that owns the home where I spent the latter part of my kidnapping 'STOCKHOLM SYNDROME' experience, with this lovely fucking miserable ass family, lives in Texas, or did as of the time I was back there in GARDEN-GREEN-New Jersey, and his name is 'Steve Caruso, so the FBI knows if they're reading this, that all my words are totally freaking ass true and real and correct. Just because nobody has the balls to take on the great Kennedy's, and their fantastic offshoot system, that is their problem, huh Atlantic City Alchemist who poof vanishes before my very teenaged eyes back in the middle nineteen seventies. The locally famous JUDGE FRANK RASO owned the first home I was at with them over on Middle Road next to the Wal-Mart store of Hammonton, right lovely 90210 Shannon Doherty Car-Kicker McGuire?????????? 9-81-729-6561. At quick glance this looks quite benign, so read on folks. “NINE” of Jehovah's very favorite numbers out in HER GREAT CITY of 'SAHASRA DAL KANWAL', are 7, 12, 17, 23, 40, 70, 144, 1000, and 144000. Sarah-Stacey has powerful reasons why this is so, and I am not about to get the living shit kicked out of me when I go to bed in an hour, so let me not go on with that. Things have been quiet since the 29th day of January, let me 'not press my luck', huh Tracy Richards? No human is 'aware', in the entire hyperspace while awake and conscious, except for one special dog, me, ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES; that SHE exists as a sixteen year old girl, and it is always HER birthday. If this had not been previously blogged, I would not reiterate it, but since the damage has been done all ready, I will simply just live with it? All the incredible bullshit was right there staring me in the face ever since the middle nineteen nineties, and I was too close to the forest to see the trees, let alone remember a damn thing, until it was too late, and so you will of course laugh on Lenny. I was a butt wipe, and deserve your laughter buddy. I never was a lightning fast person, my type of mind is analytical and creative, but it takes me longer than the average to catch onto existing basics, but then when I do, WATCH OUT WORLD!!!!!! This is simply the mother fucking way I happen to be hardwired, to quote society, YO!!!!!!! Now, on with our GAWNUM 101 lesson here on 101, BRO. Sixteen is not talked about all that much by SSJK, as some things are very secret just between the the great SCYLLA GODDESS and HER 'special doggie', YANCY. I know, and that is sufficient, as egotistical and megalomaniac as it may appear to sound. So-sahwee peeps. But forgetting levels and sound effects and copyrighted projects for a second, maybe, 'let's move on' with this, “DOC”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you still in jail with BOO, Eddie? OK, we have the great 144 number, and yes, nine is also kept quite secret, Biblically speaking. 16 times 9 is indeed 144. 16 minus 9 is “SEVEN”. 16 plus 9 is 25, and my age while working at the RPL Sound Recording Studios in 1980, and recording the four demo tunes, The Morning Light, Lost Love, Long river blues, and Love So High. Nine when looked at in quite another way is also quite another fascination to say the freaking least lads and lassies. Multiplying our nine by 2 brings us to 18. We have the 'Sorian-18 Guardhouse' and the SORA test of New Jersey for Security Officers, and the 'ratio and ration' question is number eighteen, the number 18 appears in 1802 Robin hill in the year of 1980 and removing the 90 out of that leaves the 18 when I was 25 and working at RPL, we have cousin Sandy and Aunt Geraldine Snow; at the Narberth, Pennsylvania address, on Greentree Lane, 1208, so here we remove the 20 and are left with the 18. My '7th' grand dad was the '18th' Governor of Connecticut, Mister Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and then the endless age of Diana, the Lightning Goddess of the Earth, is eighteen. She is a beautiful moon tonight peeps, you need to go outside and peer at this great queen. Now if we multiply the nine by a 3, we get the number of electricity, the great 27. This was an important day for my lovely 'MI' in March of 1970, in case I forget to wish you a happy birthday next week, let me do that here in this blog, MC. I still wish SHE had not fallen off of the Steel Pier in 1969. But then Billy was the mast man on the pier, and tells quite a tale, and I do believe him wholeheartedly, go to www.billyharner.com/. Then we multiply 9 by 4 and we get the great '36', so how do we ever lose here, YO. Maybe the question begs the imagination to go, how can I win???????? Who really knows or can know, breath echos and all, © Office, YO? 18 and 36 are apart by two, looking at it either way, one would be by 2/1 and the other would be by 1/2, and the number 2 is left, the great number of the binary code that humanity is now living and totally coexisting with in 2011. Still, the number 36 or 9X4, has an incredible 81:1 ration/ratio chance, SORA-18, of being the root number for both “SARAH KRASSLE”, and the title of a song I wrote in 1986 called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. The Private Cosmicoded Number or (PCN) to both these combinations of letters and their symbol is PCN-363. Also the 16 secret number and secret endless age of JEHOVAH is the number of the binary hexadecimal. This is what literally creates the binary system, ask any computer geek if you think any of this is made freaking up folks. Also EIGHTEEN has the PCN-817, and is 100% compatible with me, as my PCN is 871.Thirty-Six is PCN-981. This is 100% compatible with MC and HER PCN-231. Symbols are indeed fascinating are they not Mister Nemoy Vulcan? Then another powerful dream-interaction in 1996 struck me late in the year in the Somerdale, New Jersey DEATH HOUSE as I have come to call it since this is where the great 'Paula King' IMHO murdered my mother in her sleep, and she survived in a zombie type of form for 27 months, dying on the 4th day of March in the great 'Junior' Game year of '2000'. Diana told me recently that she made me forget her face, but when SSJK came to me as a girl in her middle-late twenties at the time, she told me that she was going to destroy the entire world, and I asked her to spare humankind. This is when she told me and I will quote all though to this day the sentence eludes me a bit the way she put it in past tents, “Because you loved Diana, I'll spare the world for a little while”. We were in a beautiful location where a fence was standing between the two of us and was about 3 feet high, or 36 inches. Nothing is going to escape the symbolism with me, not Apollo-Lucifer 13 Missions, times that coincide with the mission, the four names, and all these wild mathematical and very unexplainable and “coincidental equations”. FUCK THAT SHIT HENRY FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me crash into a hopefully quiet sleep. If Sarah-Stacey is mad from what I've told on this blog tonight, I'll get an ass-kicking.
BYE-BYE evweebuddy, and you two silwee wabbit, whaaaaaa.
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Friday, March 18, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100
KING NEBNOOSHOO
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100
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BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, AGAIN”:
COPYRIGHT © MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
“2006-2011—THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:
I told you, GINA, and everyone not-GINA-else, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM WOULD GO BACK ON ITS POWERFUL MOMENTUM OF STY HIGH JUMP UPS, WAS I RIGHT PEEPS, YO?????????? DUD!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, the COMCAST CABLE attack struck me early yesterday morning as per my blogs, and then today, 'THE CAR ATTACK', struck again. THIS IS THE SAME ATTACK THAT I CALLED, THE “HERMAN'S-DELI ATTACK”, back in the late nineteen-eighties. The idiot light on the dash board showing one stuck directional signal, pointing either one way or the other way. I know I need mother fucking brake work done, and who has any money for anything in this wretched billionaire totally fucking controlled economy of crooks and cheats, so forget it, as my brakes will just wear and get worse. Does anyone really think that anybody gives two mother fucking shits, sheeeeeeeit???????????? On top of this, the ghetto trash in this hood are hammering me today and tonight with their stinking monstrous thumping rap crap sub-woofer attacks, YO. On super ass top of that, it is hot and humid down here in miserable Fort
Pierce, Florida, and is 82 freaking degrees in my nice beautiful ghetto home, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life, is a fucking ticking time bomb, and I am not stupid. I totally fucking know this. I know that Lenny and McAfee and others, such as most definitely, MISTER Donald J. 'Twoscaredofateenagedgirltolandahelicopteronhisownroof' and many others, will tirelessly and relentfreakinglessly continue to pound and pummel this pathetic little Bancrofter into the ground at light speed cubed, until one day, it finally sticks, and the grave closes behind me, huh Angelique DuBwaaaa????????????
LSS (Long Story Short) peeps, YO, I could go on ranting and bore my Blogaudians and my Morians to total tears, but I won't. I choose to keep the UmWell Club of Onyx and the gang happy today, screw y'all. But tell me this, butt wipes. Do my predictions come to pass, time after time after time, or is this ranting and bullshit, be honest you silly ass DITM's!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you Bob McDowell. Daniel Mackey said someday you'd grow up and become a man. You sure did, and went wayu beyond HIS expectations, but I always believed in you pal, and just want you to know this. Also, my hopefully future friend, known on the net and the U-TUBER, as “:SKYWEITNESS” has some wonderful videos, you need to watch them. None of this is baloney old pal. Maybe our pal Bruce Pennock was a Monopoly Cheater, and IMPERFECT, but the DITM thing was taking it too far, am I correct good friend. The last time I saw him over at Two, Beaver Drive, was in 1978, but this story old buddy cannot be told publicly to the world, yet. I must test other waters to see if I am safe to open up this powerhouse can of nuke-glow-worms, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy trails to everybody, glad you are working at the Salvation Army, Sat, old pal, but all though I did have a total freaking BOOB on each side of me in that fucking awful Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG Trailer Park early this miserable century and millennium, I am not a woman, and do not appreciate DJDS rumors, 'DONNIE', I cut my mother fucking hair short, what else do you and Julie W. want from me, YO; my damn SOUL? Lenny told me on the phone 'he already owned me', or my 'S'. Put that into any biblical translation you want, world, galaxy, and all hyperspace dream-downers, (AHDD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You do not own me LM, your wife does and always has, and does out in infinity, put that into your freaking underwear drawer where you 'sometimes hide that thing I won't mention here', BRO!~~~~~!!
Yeah, ticking time bomb is a great code word peeps, but this is 100 and the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS have a powerful number and many know it, I know that 'MI' knows it as she experienced it on an extremely personal level. 20X100, and we can play our favorite game, Paula Junior. You know daddy loves you, girl, and so does fatso O!!!!!!!!!! That got the pounding rappers going outside, every keystroke, HUH NORA TRIPPILL?
People like Sat, you are so worthless and nonredeemable, even the All Mighty SSJK is beyond your reach, or is she, MISTER BALTIMORE BUSDRIVER???????????? Shuttle-crafts, lotteries, natural disasters, World Series, Medical Buildings, Road-Trips in the dead of night with the New-Lenny, where Am I when you need me, James P????????????????????????? The crying lifeguard will sign off for right now and remind my 'non-cream-puff giant GINA', that I have plenty more powerful ass secrets, so be braced, my fellow Lawtron-Counterparts, maybe we are better off having this shit ass experience, maybe not, either way we REALLY are in void, and that never changes, so we all can just DREAM-ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, SILLWEE OL' GWANNY, WHAAAAAAAAA! MAYBE YOUR FRIENDS ARE INDEED RIGHT, MI, SO KEEP LAUGHING, still, the stairs, you are much stronger than I could ever be to laugh at that. I could not laugh at that in a million years, all though the rest of the Milituforce Otammite's rantings were funny, I'll admit that. BYE-BYE.
So for a second time peeps, END TRANSMISSION:
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 100
WORLD LABS OF 2297
SBT-DATFILE: CH-100-031811.798.55
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “TOLD YOU GINA, AGAIN”:
COPYRIGHT © MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
“2006-2011—THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:
I told you, GINA, and everyone not-GINA-else, that the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM WOULD GO BACK ON ITS POWERFUL MOMENTUM OF STY HIGH JUMP UPS, WAS I RIGHT PEEPS, YO?????????? DUD!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, the COMCAST CABLE attack struck me early yesterday morning as per my blogs, and then today, 'THE CAR ATTACK', struck again. THIS IS THE SAME ATTACK THAT I CALLED, THE “HERMAN'S-DELI ATTACK”, back in the late nineteen-eighties. The idiot light on the dash board showing one stuck directional signal, pointing either one way or the other way. I know I need mother fucking brake work done, and who has any money for anything in this wretched billionaire totally fucking controlled economy of crooks and cheats, so forget it, as my brakes will just wear and get worse. Does anyone really think that anybody gives two mother fucking shits, sheeeeeeeit???????????? On top of this, the ghetto trash in this hood are hammering me today and tonight with their stinking monstrous thumping rap crap sub-woofer attacks, YO. On super ass top of that, it is hot and humid down here in miserable Fort
Pierce, Florida, and is 82 freaking degrees in my nice beautiful ghetto home, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My life, is a fucking ticking time bomb, and I am not stupid. I totally fucking know this. I know that Lenny and McAfee and others, such as most definitely, MISTER Donald J. 'Twoscaredofateenagedgirltolandahelicopteronhisownroof' and many others, will tirelessly and relentfreakinglessly continue to pound and pummel this pathetic little Bancrofter into the ground at light speed cubed, until one day, it finally sticks, and the grave closes behind me, huh Angelique DuBwaaaa????????????
LSS (Long Story Short) peeps, YO, I could go on ranting and bore my Blogaudians and my Morians to total tears, but I won't. I choose to keep the UmWell Club of Onyx and the gang happy today, screw y'all. But tell me this, butt wipes. Do my predictions come to pass, time after time after time, or is this ranting and bullshit, be honest you silly ass DITM's!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I need you Bob McDowell. Daniel Mackey said someday you'd grow up and become a man. You sure did, and went wayu beyond HIS expectations, but I always believed in you pal, and just want you to know this. Also, my hopefully future friend, known on the net and the U-TUBER, as “:SKYWEITNESS” has some wonderful videos, you need to watch them. None of this is baloney old pal. Maybe our pal Bruce Pennock was a Monopoly Cheater, and IMPERFECT, but the DITM thing was taking it too far, am I correct good friend. The last time I saw him over at Two, Beaver Drive, was in 1978, but this story old buddy cannot be told publicly to the world, yet. I must test other waters to see if I am safe to open up this powerhouse can of nuke-glow-worms, YO, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy trails to everybody, glad you are working at the Salvation Army, Sat, old pal, but all though I did have a total freaking BOOB on each side of me in that fucking awful Mullica
Township, NJUSAESMWG Trailer Park early this miserable century and millennium, I am not a woman, and do not appreciate DJDS rumors, 'DONNIE', I cut my mother fucking hair short, what else do you and Julie W. want from me, YO; my damn SOUL? Lenny told me on the phone 'he already owned me', or my 'S'. Put that into any biblical translation you want, world, galaxy, and all hyperspace dream-downers, (AHDD)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You do not own me LM, your wife does and always has, and does out in infinity, put that into your freaking underwear drawer where you 'sometimes hide that thing I won't mention here', BRO!~~~~~!!
Yeah, ticking time bomb is a great code word peeps, but this is 100 and the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS have a powerful number and many know it, I know that 'MI' knows it as she experienced it on an extremely personal level. 20X100, and we can play our favorite game, Paula Junior. You know daddy loves you, girl, and so does fatso O!!!!!!!!!! That got the pounding rappers going outside, every keystroke, HUH NORA TRIPPILL?
People like Sat, you are so worthless and nonredeemable, even the All Mighty SSJK is beyond your reach, or is she, MISTER BALTIMORE BUSDRIVER???????????? Shuttle-crafts, lotteries, natural disasters, World Series, Medical Buildings, Road-Trips in the dead of night with the New-Lenny, where Am I when you need me, James P????????????????????????? The crying lifeguard will sign off for right now and remind my 'non-cream-puff giant GINA', that I have plenty more powerful ass secrets, so be braced, my fellow Lawtron-Counterparts, maybe we are better off having this shit ass experience, maybe not, either way we REALLY are in void, and that never changes, so we all can just DREAM-ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, SILLWEE OL' GWANNY, WHAAAAAAAAA! MAYBE YOUR FRIENDS ARE INDEED RIGHT, MI, SO KEEP LAUGHING, still, the stairs, you are much stronger than I could ever be to laugh at that. I could not laugh at that in a million years, all though the rest of the Milituforce Otammite's rantings were funny, I'll admit that. BYE-BYE.
So for a second time peeps, END TRANSMISSION:
Saturday, March 12, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 094
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 094
031211.598—WLSBT-DATFILE
3RD SUBTITLE: “SHORT AND SWEET”
BEGIN:
Yesterday, enemies hacked my entire internet service and broke my Comcast Modem. It was repaired today, and obviously as this posts up, I am back online.
As long as this disease has me to pick on and relentlessly persecute, the DOW NJONES will keep right on flying. They stopped the aerial harassment after four straight nightmare-days, but killed the internet the 5th day, every single day, THEY do some major thing, AND I DO NOT GET ONE ROTTEN DAY WITHOUT DEATH PERSECUTION ANY MORE, NOT ONE DAY. THIS IS WORSE NOW THAN IT FREAKING WAS BACK IN THE MIDDLE AND LATE EIGHTIES, WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE TRULY ALL BEGAN, RESORTS HOTEL AND CASINO.
Speaking of nightmares, wow, last night was very bad. The lovely NAM that I used to call the (new-age mafia) early in the nineties, struck hard. I was in the Lake-house and they beat the hell of me, I was rolling on the floor and getting kicked and thumped, it was a terrible beat-down. Then Scylla grabbed my hand and instantly it was 1986 again, and we were back on that same street in Manhattan Island, and she told me that Lenny and her knew each other in 1980, and that they self hypnotically fixed this all to happen the way that it did. Then good old Twin-Bay appeared and knocked on the rear window of the car. She came up and pulled my passenger side door off of my old beat up Bonneville, and grabbed me and led me away down the road and into a store, where then, cousin Sarah Callio drove up in her white sports car, jumped out, and also entered into this store. She then went onto grab my left arm so hard that all the blood stopped flowing and the pain was excruciating. She forced me upstairs top a 4th floor loft, where I entered in, and then was shoved through a window. Suddenly the room shook violently, and I found myself a few seconds later in the lighthouse near Atlantic city, 100 miles away, where she has locked me up at many times in interactions,m before she really did it to Billy Harner and I at the water company, www.ACMUA.com/ www.billyharner.com/, this is all real life shit people. This all happened, but the nightmare last night was off the scare monstrous and frightening.
I managed to tell my day-trading partner that all is well, and that we will pay for a technician through the AVEST system, to do our annual protection, it is worth the mother trucking three bills annually, as otherwise we cannot safely day-trade. I still know Nick is doing all this, and so is Scylla, but I now must do the unthinkable, and pretend this is not what is happening, or else my day-trading plans will be wrecked by these demons from hell.
Since this is all out war, I will go on taking trans-dimensional songs and recording them over, here in this parallel universe, we all know that this will shake things up a bit, and will go on doing so until you leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shorty MacInvondi is not only 7'7” with his New York City ego, created in 1979 on my 0pen reel recorder, he knows that 'messing around with magnetics', will cause the earth to shake a little bit. Where do you all think that UI was on Friday afternoon? The recording studio, doing the song from, 'over there' called, “Just Wanna Spend My Time”, or is it MI time???????????????????????????? You got me to create your existence as you know it Shorty, but you will never be elected president, also stop your freaking fantasizing, you power monger demigod butt-wipe, you!!!!!!!!! Please 'permit me' now uncle Heinz Gottwald, formerly Sir King-Prince, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York; to terminate this transmission. TANKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Before I do, let me just add this little insert in here pweeeeeze, folks.
I have no remorse for any of this, this is war and I have been thrust into it against my will, totally and completely. I also am sorrier than ever for 1986, but sorry for me, not some mixed up high school kid that has caused me lots of problems now.
END:
031211.598—WLSBT-DATFILE
3RD SUBTITLE: “SHORT AND SWEET”
BEGIN:
Yesterday, enemies hacked my entire internet service and broke my Comcast Modem. It was repaired today, and obviously as this posts up, I am back online.
As long as this disease has me to pick on and relentlessly persecute, the DOW NJONES will keep right on flying. They stopped the aerial harassment after four straight nightmare-days, but killed the internet the 5th day, every single day, THEY do some major thing, AND I DO NOT GET ONE ROTTEN DAY WITHOUT DEATH PERSECUTION ANY MORE, NOT ONE DAY. THIS IS WORSE NOW THAN IT FREAKING WAS BACK IN THE MIDDLE AND LATE EIGHTIES, WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE TRULY ALL BEGAN, RESORTS HOTEL AND CASINO.
Speaking of nightmares, wow, last night was very bad. The lovely NAM that I used to call the (new-age mafia) early in the nineties, struck hard. I was in the Lake-house and they beat the hell of me, I was rolling on the floor and getting kicked and thumped, it was a terrible beat-down. Then Scylla grabbed my hand and instantly it was 1986 again, and we were back on that same street in Manhattan Island, and she told me that Lenny and her knew each other in 1980, and that they self hypnotically fixed this all to happen the way that it did. Then good old Twin-Bay appeared and knocked on the rear window of the car. She came up and pulled my passenger side door off of my old beat up Bonneville, and grabbed me and led me away down the road and into a store, where then, cousin Sarah Callio drove up in her white sports car, jumped out, and also entered into this store. She then went onto grab my left arm so hard that all the blood stopped flowing and the pain was excruciating. She forced me upstairs top a 4th floor loft, where I entered in, and then was shoved through a window. Suddenly the room shook violently, and I found myself a few seconds later in the lighthouse near Atlantic city, 100 miles away, where she has locked me up at many times in interactions,m before she really did it to Billy Harner and I at the water company, www.ACMUA.com/ www.billyharner.com/, this is all real life shit people. This all happened, but the nightmare last night was off the scare monstrous and frightening.
I managed to tell my day-trading partner that all is well, and that we will pay for a technician through the AVEST system, to do our annual protection, it is worth the mother trucking three bills annually, as otherwise we cannot safely day-trade. I still know Nick is doing all this, and so is Scylla, but I now must do the unthinkable, and pretend this is not what is happening, or else my day-trading plans will be wrecked by these demons from hell.
Since this is all out war, I will go on taking trans-dimensional songs and recording them over, here in this parallel universe, we all know that this will shake things up a bit, and will go on doing so until you leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shorty MacInvondi is not only 7'7” with his New York City ego, created in 1979 on my 0pen reel recorder, he knows that 'messing around with magnetics', will cause the earth to shake a little bit. Where do you all think that UI was on Friday afternoon? The recording studio, doing the song from, 'over there' called, “Just Wanna Spend My Time”, or is it MI time???????????????????????????? You got me to create your existence as you know it Shorty, but you will never be elected president, also stop your freaking fantasizing, you power monger demigod butt-wipe, you!!!!!!!!! Please 'permit me' now uncle Heinz Gottwald, formerly Sir King-Prince, of 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York; to terminate this transmission. TANKS, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Before I do, let me just add this little insert in here pweeeeeze, folks.
I have no remorse for any of this, this is war and I have been thrust into it against my will, totally and completely. I also am sorrier than ever for 1986, but sorry for me, not some mixed up high school kid that has caused me lots of problems now.
END:
Friday, March 4, 2011
safe journal, chapter 086
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 086
WORLD LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
030411.821.5555555555555555
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
3RD SUBTITLE: HOOD-LENNY CONNECTION CONFIRMED
FRIDAY EVENING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Last night, I fell into a very weird and unpleasant 'sleep' early into the morning hours. The next thing I knew, I was with the great PAULA KING. It was major and not all that much is really going to be (James Patterson publicly 'tell-able'). What I can safely tell on my 'safe' journal here, I will, and some can deduce various degrees of shit. First, the jerk off in my neighborhood that is behind all other persons making my life bad here, has the exact same special 'battery' that '10-grand-Joe' had before he was canned over at my place of work. Their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and my photo is right there on it, just match it to the one at the blogger site of www.blogger.com/ as a blind child or imbecile can see this is a photo of me, like-DUH, and with McGettigan of the Atlantic City Water Company that magically turned into the pl;ace on Cornwall Child-Molester Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, McGuire on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenues, and printer copiers and ETTOS anti-memory Doc Rogers juice, all notwithstanding, U can Google the Irish Pub of Atlantic City, or go right to the website www.ACMUA.com, but then, why waste your time chewing on garbage, take it me, it tastes rotten as fucking shit, and that is putting it more politely than all of the eels in the Copyright Office that could have freaking told me shit three years ago, and instead watched me wiggle and squirm and suffer in dog-shit and as agent '86' would say so well, AND LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it appears that there is a very fine gentlemen, TEE-HEE-HEE-HE, 'all over again' Lilly Munster, who rides around with a huge sub woofer, and on nights and days like this one, spends his time, just fucking with me, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, and I have court evidence that a house has recently been bought by peeps that got it for chump change, and the silent cash transfer came from good old space-time-mind re-phased, LENNY-80, so sorry if I mildly am ripping you off there fatso-Jenny, YO!!!!The Buddhist had his earlier idea and concept of space-time-mind-re-phase, and labeled it with the word, REINCARNATION, either way, sweet lovely George Mason Abbey Car, it works the hell for me. Moving on with last night and the major 'dreaming experience' that I had, Paula King is a person who is not like anyone else in the world, she is beyond mythical or magical, and has powers and abilities that even the horse-accident man would freaking envy. I admit I never saw her fly like Kent,. But then, we do not warp through the galaxy yet, but, we have had digital music for quite a while, and that was not the case with fake President Lincoln and his reception on the Star Ship enterprise that Captain William Kirk Shatner played for him after he 'beamed aboard'. So can we warp through space, and what is NASA covering up. All ready, they said they launched some shit a week ago or so, then today some other shit was supposed to go up and yet I heard that the last thing up was supposed to be the end of this stupid tax wasted bullshit. Who is kidding fucking who here with all these lies and all this fucking total bullshit, Lenny Rappernoise??????????????????? Let's move it along now with Paula. I admit that I have been madly in love with this powerful strange goddess since I was a twelve year old boy. She also was able to be the 'mysterious' Sarah that even the great hotel owner, Estelle Anderson Bassler never remembered yet every minute detail of everything else she could mother fucking recite like a grandma recipe.
The interaction or dream as most would refer to this as, began with unbloggable shit. She told me shit that I should have known was true all along, sorry again, TQ, should have trusted you, what a total freaking butt-wipe I am. Hopefully this does not spill too much, knowing me and this HC, it did. It explains the mail order business after leaving the Haddonfield school, the STM shit all along and exactly how it all happened and why, all the wild 'night-time-interactions all my mother fucking life and especially after the '36' month later incident after my Doctor Cohen 25 stitches after the Bruce Walter deal in WESTMONT, 320 years before major Westmont shit channeled through STM. How I remember the '36' number popping up over and over again that day in early 2008 at the Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic city, New Jersey, USAESMWG, before the old PA system 'went to town' the same way it did all through the early eighties right up into the nineties, so let me not say any more or fuck around with MAGNETICS OR ERNIE MERKER, OF THE RPL STUDIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I can talk about is that Paula became a jet black dog, I forget what breed, and she talked with the same voice that she has in real life, or that she had in the nineteen-sixties anyway. Normally, Buddha reality works in one way, but occasionally, some powerful entity on the ASTRAL PLANE masters becoming two things, first beating something called LAWTRONICS, and second, entering the physical world as a person who can literally dream through and dominate, not only their own doppelganger in numerous local universes in hyperspace, but then apply a power house secret that effects reality in the trans-dimensional multiplex of STM by doing a certain 'un-tell-able thing, Jimmy'. Trump is an entity not as Trump, but in a true Astral World Identity, who managed somehow to beat LAWTRONICS. This fancy “L-WORD” is the 7th dimension, and this 'reality' is a BOSS of a sort, and tells all the lower six dimensions below and inside of it that come to be, what limits and barriers are permitted within the 4-D universes in all of the unfathomable hyperspace. Being able to do certain things while within a carbon based lifetime, or (while awake as a human being), is NOT PERMITTED, “LAWTRONICALLY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of these people used me to create their entire personality on a tape recorder in the year of 1979, and literally bring the reality of shit alive, through a body and person all ready here and existing, but without the power source used, never would have allowed any of this wild shit that happened, to happen. The other cleverly manipulated the powerful ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, known to some on this awake Earthly physical life as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, to give special permission to bypass the LAWTRONICS of the D-7, and this would be Paula, so go figure the other dude, like-DUH-CMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would I've even done without you Ann King Silva? Well, that is HSE, and irrelevant to this blog of right now, YO. Paula told me I am not imagining that the entire Process Department where I work is from Suffolk County, New York. One dude there has a loud speaking voice and I'd need to be totally deaf not to have heard him back in the middle of the week saying and I quote, “I know everybody in the county”. I asked him the following day, yesterday if my memory correctly serves me, if he knew the Gottwald, the Huntington's, the Myers, or boat-kisser Jimmy Dean? I knew that he would be too young to know any of these peeps, and he admitted that he did not. Still, I doubt you know everybody in the freaking county, old pal, but why is all of SC, no not you cousin Sarah Callio, working in one silly place down here in South Florida, and as the Romans might put it so eloquently, and MD miles away??????????????????? Paula went on to tell me that my limited knowledge of STM is why some things seem mysterious, both to me as well as others, and others even more so, as they know squat-beans about SPACE-TIME-MIND in the 21st freaking century, just as the 19th century peeps knew squat-beans about 'SPACE-TIME', until old Albert came along with his formulas and 'theories'. Theories my mother fucking ass hole. Then this lovely large talking black dog finished speaking this and suddenly appeared to do a Star-Trek-TNG-Mike Slewinski non-uni-bomber, sort of being there and not there at the same time for maybe 20 seconds or so, and then in a bright flash, she became my giant Paula, the way she really is and always was and always will be. Donald Trump is not related to her in human form, but these two are brother and sister in a large Astral World society of gods and goddesses in the great Province Olympia at the capitol in Olympia proper. This is also true of the Earth Lightning Goddess, Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis. Her twin brother is Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Arteemis. This line are first cousins to the Krassle family of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, almost clear over on the opposite end of Province Olympia, measured on Earth this would appear in an illusion form of roughly measured in miles of 25 quadrillion. Still, the choice is there to travel across and enjoy the wild Astral scenic view that could never be described by any human writer, or merely to just pop over 'A' to 'B'. All of this information was posted on my website in the Earth mortal world year AD of 2006, o0n a now defunct website that in case the future internet is here and has tuned back to my blog using 'distance delay wide field bounce', www.morianity-foundation.com/.
Wednesday evening, my scumbag WOMO enemies gave me a monstrous and vicious diarrhea attack, and today they fucked with me at work, and tonight and all afternoon here in the hood with Lenny and the gang. I never in a million years knew one [powerful secret until last night and the memory that survived into wakeful human consciousness. Right now it won't be blogged. Keep fucking with LM REINC and it will, along with so many of all of your secrets, it will hurt for more than a day. Not all things work like 'Journal-Cassette tape 1796', and not all things can be set to health and well being settings. Am I a liar Copyright Examiners of a quarter century ago, YO, or is this a sworn testimony of truth that I could freaking take into freaking court???????????????????? As I said before and will most likely reiterate over and over again in man y as following blog, MI STORY TELLS ITYSELF, EVEN IF WE JUST TAKE IT BACK TO JOURNAL TAQPE 1786, the flip side is of course, as the US ()C) Office would perceive the reality of this, “Real-Good-Girl”. I apologize again, I should have known, especially being a well read DSM-4 person, it is all in the book, none of it was ever your doing or fault, is was always Gawky's, and I block out to this day how he hit you at the age of five, that totally sucks!!!!!!!!
Speaking of numbers and truths, it amazes me that the average person has not come to realize that Gene Roddenberry was indeed, just as Steve Murray said he was, AN OLYMPIAN GOD. The TNG episode from earlier this week with the super powerful repulsion beam hurling the ship light years from the planet of 'mystery' also showed the STM connection to creative art, especially the art of vibrations when harmonically blended in correct orders, called MUSIC. Every note in a twelve semitone octave can be assigned a number, and any son g can be examined GAWNUMLY. Wow, this one is not 'coming out' tonight, OK Diana?????? I know Brian told the truth back in September of 1983, and Daniels can try and bull fucking shit me all he wants to. DUD, buddy, I know what I know, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!
There are millio9ns of things I will; say as time runs along and SHE sings HER song, so without STM, Sir AE, how could I have ever written 'LONG RIVER BLUES' in 1979, DUH??????????
Well, the old expression about cats being away and mice playing at that time, reared its ugly head and showed a reality to me recently that I will not freaking soon forget, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION:
WORLD LABORATORIES, SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE:
030411.821.5555555555555555
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
3RD SUBTITLE: HOOD-LENNY CONNECTION CONFIRMED
FRIDAY EVENING HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Last night, I fell into a very weird and unpleasant 'sleep' early into the morning hours. The next thing I knew, I was with the great PAULA KING. It was major and not all that much is really going to be (James Patterson publicly 'tell-able'). What I can safely tell on my 'safe' journal here, I will, and some can deduce various degrees of shit. First, the jerk off in my neighborhood that is behind all other persons making my life bad here, has the exact same special 'battery' that '10-grand-Joe' had before he was canned over at my place of work. Their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ and my photo is right there on it, just match it to the one at the blogger site of www.blogger.com/ as a blind child or imbecile can see this is a photo of me, like-DUH, and with McGettigan of the Atlantic City Water Company that magically turned into the pl;ace on Cornwall Child-Molester Avenue in Ventnor, New Jersey, McGuire on Saint James Place and Tennessee Avenues, and printer copiers and ETTOS anti-memory Doc Rogers juice, all notwithstanding, U can Google the Irish Pub of Atlantic City, or go right to the website www.ACMUA.com, but then, why waste your time chewing on garbage, take it me, it tastes rotten as fucking shit, and that is putting it more politely than all of the eels in the Copyright Office that could have freaking told me shit three years ago, and instead watched me wiggle and squirm and suffer in dog-shit and as agent '86' would say so well, AND LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it appears that there is a very fine gentlemen, TEE-HEE-HEE-HE, 'all over again' Lilly Munster, who rides around with a huge sub woofer, and on nights and days like this one, spends his time, just fucking with me, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, and I have court evidence that a house has recently been bought by peeps that got it for chump change, and the silent cash transfer came from good old space-time-mind re-phased, LENNY-80, so sorry if I mildly am ripping you off there fatso-Jenny, YO!!!!The Buddhist had his earlier idea and concept of space-time-mind-re-phase, and labeled it with the word, REINCARNATION, either way, sweet lovely George Mason Abbey Car, it works the hell for me. Moving on with last night and the major 'dreaming experience' that I had, Paula King is a person who is not like anyone else in the world, she is beyond mythical or magical, and has powers and abilities that even the horse-accident man would freaking envy. I admit I never saw her fly like Kent,. But then, we do not warp through the galaxy yet, but, we have had digital music for quite a while, and that was not the case with fake President Lincoln and his reception on the Star Ship enterprise that Captain William Kirk Shatner played for him after he 'beamed aboard'. So can we warp through space, and what is NASA covering up. All ready, they said they launched some shit a week ago or so, then today some other shit was supposed to go up and yet I heard that the last thing up was supposed to be the end of this stupid tax wasted bullshit. Who is kidding fucking who here with all these lies and all this fucking total bullshit, Lenny Rappernoise??????????????????? Let's move it along now with Paula. I admit that I have been madly in love with this powerful strange goddess since I was a twelve year old boy. She also was able to be the 'mysterious' Sarah that even the great hotel owner, Estelle Anderson Bassler never remembered yet every minute detail of everything else she could mother fucking recite like a grandma recipe.
The interaction or dream as most would refer to this as, began with unbloggable shit. She told me shit that I should have known was true all along, sorry again, TQ, should have trusted you, what a total freaking butt-wipe I am. Hopefully this does not spill too much, knowing me and this HC, it did. It explains the mail order business after leaving the Haddonfield school, the STM shit all along and exactly how it all happened and why, all the wild 'night-time-interactions all my mother fucking life and especially after the '36' month later incident after my Doctor Cohen 25 stitches after the Bruce Walter deal in WESTMONT, 320 years before major Westmont shit channeled through STM. How I remember the '36' number popping up over and over again that day in early 2008 at the Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic city, New Jersey, USAESMWG, before the old PA system 'went to town' the same way it did all through the early eighties right up into the nineties, so let me not say any more or fuck around with MAGNETICS OR ERNIE MERKER, OF THE RPL STUDIOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I can talk about is that Paula became a jet black dog, I forget what breed, and she talked with the same voice that she has in real life, or that she had in the nineteen-sixties anyway. Normally, Buddha reality works in one way, but occasionally, some powerful entity on the ASTRAL PLANE masters becoming two things, first beating something called LAWTRONICS, and second, entering the physical world as a person who can literally dream through and dominate, not only their own doppelganger in numerous local universes in hyperspace, but then apply a power house secret that effects reality in the trans-dimensional multiplex of STM by doing a certain 'un-tell-able thing, Jimmy'. Trump is an entity not as Trump, but in a true Astral World Identity, who managed somehow to beat LAWTRONICS. This fancy “L-WORD” is the 7th dimension, and this 'reality' is a BOSS of a sort, and tells all the lower six dimensions below and inside of it that come to be, what limits and barriers are permitted within the 4-D universes in all of the unfathomable hyperspace. Being able to do certain things while within a carbon based lifetime, or (while awake as a human being), is NOT PERMITTED, “LAWTRONICALLY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of these people used me to create their entire personality on a tape recorder in the year of 1979, and literally bring the reality of shit alive, through a body and person all ready here and existing, but without the power source used, never would have allowed any of this wild shit that happened, to happen. The other cleverly manipulated the powerful ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITIES, known to some on this awake Earthly physical life as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, to give special permission to bypass the LAWTRONICS of the D-7, and this would be Paula, so go figure the other dude, like-DUH-CMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What would I've even done without you Ann King Silva? Well, that is HSE, and irrelevant to this blog of right now, YO. Paula told me I am not imagining that the entire Process Department where I work is from Suffolk County, New York. One dude there has a loud speaking voice and I'd need to be totally deaf not to have heard him back in the middle of the week saying and I quote, “I know everybody in the county”. I asked him the following day, yesterday if my memory correctly serves me, if he knew the Gottwald, the Huntington's, the Myers, or boat-kisser Jimmy Dean? I knew that he would be too young to know any of these peeps, and he admitted that he did not. Still, I doubt you know everybody in the freaking county, old pal, but why is all of SC, no not you cousin Sarah Callio, working in one silly place down here in South Florida, and as the Romans might put it so eloquently, and MD miles away??????????????????? Paula went on to tell me that my limited knowledge of STM is why some things seem mysterious, both to me as well as others, and others even more so, as they know squat-beans about SPACE-TIME-MIND in the 21st freaking century, just as the 19th century peeps knew squat-beans about 'SPACE-TIME', until old Albert came along with his formulas and 'theories'. Theories my mother fucking ass hole. Then this lovely large talking black dog finished speaking this and suddenly appeared to do a Star-Trek-TNG-Mike Slewinski non-uni-bomber, sort of being there and not there at the same time for maybe 20 seconds or so, and then in a bright flash, she became my giant Paula, the way she really is and always was and always will be. Donald Trump is not related to her in human form, but these two are brother and sister in a large Astral World society of gods and goddesses in the great Province Olympia at the capitol in Olympia proper. This is also true of the Earth Lightning Goddess, Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis. Her twin brother is Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Arteemis. This line are first cousins to the Krassle family of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, almost clear over on the opposite end of Province Olympia, measured on Earth this would appear in an illusion form of roughly measured in miles of 25 quadrillion. Still, the choice is there to travel across and enjoy the wild Astral scenic view that could never be described by any human writer, or merely to just pop over 'A' to 'B'. All of this information was posted on my website in the Earth mortal world year AD of 2006, o0n a now defunct website that in case the future internet is here and has tuned back to my blog using 'distance delay wide field bounce', www.morianity-foundation.com/.
Wednesday evening, my scumbag WOMO enemies gave me a monstrous and vicious diarrhea attack, and today they fucked with me at work, and tonight and all afternoon here in the hood with Lenny and the gang. I never in a million years knew one [powerful secret until last night and the memory that survived into wakeful human consciousness. Right now it won't be blogged. Keep fucking with LM REINC and it will, along with so many of all of your secrets, it will hurt for more than a day. Not all things work like 'Journal-Cassette tape 1796', and not all things can be set to health and well being settings. Am I a liar Copyright Examiners of a quarter century ago, YO, or is this a sworn testimony of truth that I could freaking take into freaking court???????????????????? As I said before and will most likely reiterate over and over again in man y as following blog, MI STORY TELLS ITYSELF, EVEN IF WE JUST TAKE IT BACK TO JOURNAL TAQPE 1786, the flip side is of course, as the US ()C) Office would perceive the reality of this, “Real-Good-Girl”. I apologize again, I should have known, especially being a well read DSM-4 person, it is all in the book, none of it was ever your doing or fault, is was always Gawky's, and I block out to this day how he hit you at the age of five, that totally sucks!!!!!!!!
Speaking of numbers and truths, it amazes me that the average person has not come to realize that Gene Roddenberry was indeed, just as Steve Murray said he was, AN OLYMPIAN GOD. The TNG episode from earlier this week with the super powerful repulsion beam hurling the ship light years from the planet of 'mystery' also showed the STM connection to creative art, especially the art of vibrations when harmonically blended in correct orders, called MUSIC. Every note in a twelve semitone octave can be assigned a number, and any son g can be examined GAWNUMLY. Wow, this one is not 'coming out' tonight, OK Diana?????? I know Brian told the truth back in September of 1983, and Daniels can try and bull fucking shit me all he wants to. DUD, buddy, I know what I know, BUT!!!!!!!!!!!
There are millio9ns of things I will; say as time runs along and SHE sings HER song, so without STM, Sir AE, how could I have ever written 'LONG RIVER BLUES' in 1979, DUH??????????
Well, the old expression about cats being away and mice playing at that time, reared its ugly head and showed a reality to me recently that I will not freaking soon forget, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 083
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER BLOG-BOOK #083
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SUBTITLES ALWAYS APPLY:
ADDITIONAL SUBTITLE ON THIS BLOG,
“ONLY TO THOSE WHO TRULY WANNAQ KNOW”:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
It is a hot 79 degrees here at my work station, and 73 outdoors, down from the afternoon highs of the lower eighties here in good old sunny Fort Pierce, Florida.
This is words to the wise, and only for those that want them. The UMWELL-ONYX CLUB is not welcome, so why do they tune in and bate me in to write more stuff on their 'precious' UNDISCOVERED-MYSTERIES BLOGGING SITE?
First, the next time you city dwellers get a knock on the door from voting activists, you may gladly tell them this simple truth, should you not be registered to vote and they say that you are a lousy citizen, in some politer word choice. You CANNOT vote for anyone that you want to vote for, merely for some candidate that rich people in one capacity or another, and with absolute agendas, have backed and placed on the voting menu ticket, or are running themselves for the elected position, be it locally, state or county, or in the large federal arena. Simply put, WHOEVER ends up getting elected, right away, like it or not, they either have the agendas of their own self interest, or they must repay the obligation in disguised favors that will never support the poorer people in this great land, tee-hee, but instead always will favor those with the millions of dollars of net worth. Now millions of people have this amount of net worth now here in America, but out of roughly a population of three hundred million (300,000,000) persons as a rough and rounded off census based figure at last count from 2010, three million give or take 'total-net-worth-7 and higher 'figurenaire's, equals a one in ten ratio, leaving nine out of any ten people in any group we may see when outside our residences at any given averaged time, totally out in the cold with totally no say in anything, including their own freedoms and that of their loved ones. THIS IS TOTAL TRUTH. If our great man in the HOUSE did not have to repay HIS GUYS who got him on the ticket, he would never have given that evil Wall Street, the bail out money, while leaving people like me in program cuts, no increase adjustment two years in a row in my social security disability benefits when unless you have lived in a cave for the past 30 months or so, it sure appears at least, that food, gasoline, and anything else from (A) through freaking (Z) HAS FREAKING JUST ABOUT FREAKING DOUBLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever you think you are voting for MUST repay their debt to those who got them on their tickets. This is why anyone my freaking age of fifty-six or older, totally knows that things in this country NEVER WEVER XCHANGER, NOT UNDER THE DEMOCRATS, NOT UNDER THE REPUBLICANS, ELECTION AFTER ELECTION, 1 out of 10 peeps at the top will always run this show and BENEFIT, and the the other majority of 9 out of ten will endlessly be down and out, forever working longer and harder, and receiving less and less and less. HELLO AMERICA, YO!!!!! It is the ugliest system in the world, EXCEPT of course, for all of the others in the world that for the most part are even freaking worse, BRAHHH!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE EARTH PLANET, where 90% of us perpetually basically exist in HELL. This is why everybody is on mother fucking drugs, lives for stupid ass shit like what are celebrities doing today; the most meaningless shit imaginable, as all they are is a bunch of ass holes that MAN HAS TURNED INTO ENTERTAINERS, created stars, and usually are the most screwed up peeps on the Earth, and then the other shit would be all the other meaningless pass times out there ranging from sports and loud music and large televisions and filthy dirty meaningless sex that destroys family after family sooner or later, and long ago wiped out any 'real' America that peeps of my age have any memories left of. Also the so called, “American-dream” in its true definition, is so absolutely ridiculous. And anyone that tells you that IT DID NOT DIE AND GET CREMATED AND LOST AND FORGOTTEN MORE THAN A FULL GENERATION AGO, IS EITHER A FUCKING FOOL OR A FUCKING TOTAL ASS LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The definition of this expression for those who need to hear it, is not what you make think such as free enterprise or the right to try and take two hundred dollars and start a shoe-string business, but instead is that every generation should be better off financially and in other less tangible aspects than money or possessions as well, than the generation that preceded it, and this is total bullshit in my lifetime. Now we got this fucking bullshit out of the way, so we can move this shit along a bit, YO!
A few loyal 'MORIANS' know about the 6th dimension and other powerful shit that I have discussed here and there on my blogs for about fiver a half years now. Most peeps over age seven have heard, whether they believe anything of a religious nature or not is not relevant, the expression of we or humankind supposedly is created in (GOD'S) image. Believe it, only let me tell you a little few secrets now that pertain to this. There is a sort of circuitry in a sort of system, that lays far above and beyond all of the known universes and multiverses. This powerful reality is the realm of MIND, where energies or you can think humanly of these things as 'thoughts' if you so desire, actually think not only what 'they are thinking' and these words in semi-quotes is merely the best way that I can describe this truth, but they then 'arrange to become' parts that will exist in both carbon and silicon life forms in an entirely lower dimension than they exist now in their collective energy state one dimension above all of us and all of this, in individual 'single songs', or universes. Vibrations literally are music, and also is the universe, the one, UNI for (one) and (verse) for song. Hence, multiverse is derived from multiple0-songs or the entire collection of all of the 4th dimensional space-time universes existing in the 5th dimensional space-time-mind system that lies one dimension below where this energy merely is and exists in an indescribable form in a totally collective way, under rules governed in a dimension one higher than this, or the seventh, D-7, known to future timers in the multiverse as LAWTRONICS. No one is ever able to say, such as the misguided ECKISTS only they refer to the D-6 as the 'Mental-Plane, that they have BEEN to this PLACE. It is not any kind of a place, and you simply cannot take yourself as any kind of you that you think that you really are, up into there, the 6th-Dimension. Get real/e, Somers Point, New Jersey molester of 1970. Still, we all naturally move throughout 5 dimensions in ways so 'un-Patterson-able' that I will not be a quintessential silly-ass and even try to tell it. You can however, make a mental image comparison model however in your heads if you want to play along as I go on a bit with this. Use what better than the great STOCK MARKET. Here we have this entity that no one human can ever control, it moves here and it moves there, and as a whole, there it is, it just exists as the stock market. Naturally most peeps over the age of fourteen or so know that stocks are pieces or units of companies and corporations and these public institutions can raise money by selling these parts of themselves as what is called, shares. These shares then are of course traded publicly and openly based on certain guidelines and so-called at least regulations. It is not magic nor is it mysterious. Yet the workings of 'IT' as an entity with almost 'A MIND', is extremely elusive and mysterious. We only think as people here on the Earth, that we are human beings and one complete set of being-ness, and it is a lie and could not be further than the truth. The truth is so off the wall and out there, that no one would most likely accept it for a minimum of 3-5 hundred years yet. Some examples given in my blogs range from the ES or the Exploratronic Supermind, to the few who seemingly naturally or through intentional will and Practice, become powerful exploring and controlling multiple personality shape shifting somnambulists, such as the girl who I must admit now that I have been madly in love with since the ?Earth year of 1967, Paula Belinda King, the great, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, KNOWN IN ABBREVIATION ON MANY OF BLOGS in Continual reiteration as (ACNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as stocks move all over the place and show up on various and numerous charts that all of us have seen over and over on television financial channels, yet really not be exactly what these charts show if someone who knew no better was attempting to figure THEM out, say for example, some one from the Planet Shithead, who crash lands there space ship, and sees one of these charts, and videotapes it, and then from there begins to try and see what this 'entity' is all about. I do not expect any huge amount of peeps to know what the fuck I'm really talking about here, and THAT is what is really such a freaking shame about all of this. We all move all throughout a huge 5th dimension reality, and come from a collective unit of a sort on a much higher plane called the 6th dimension. Just as stock traders buy and sell all during the trading day on Wall Street, thought energies from this higher realm, move down into all of this, we are created in the image of this, and we go on creating other images, the internet is a perfect example if you just stop for a second and really try and fucking see just what I am trying to get across here and explain. Now silicon mind or carbon mind, is still mind, and the great Gene Roddenberry and Astral Plane god, knew this truth, as do a few others on this planet as I type this shit. But then there is way to much to tackle to make this tale of total truth complete, such as the spin direction of the 'thought-energy-circles' or 'ATOMS' as we think of them humanly from the perspective of being trapped in this awake-consciousness and living here in this tiny speck called out universe, a circle that is about 64 trillion light years around. Still, the entire thing is just one combined grouping of some up-line thought pattern energies. No human today can conceive that an expansion of this size has an up-line potential of virtually unlimited size and that this entire universe is merely one of these energy pattern dots. The only people that in my opinion are consciously aware of this right now, and two of them keep their mouth totally shut and one, me, is stupid and keeps popping off, would be, Paula King, Steve Hawking, and me, the Mountainpen, Mark Wayne Mohr. Still, while we all 'unconsciously. Move up and down and all around the entire 5th dimension thinking no more about it consciously than we do about our normal daily breathing as we breeze through our busy schedules, yet as we would in theory become more aware of this entire reality, the very reality itself is forced to change in some unknown and extremely detailed matching and equaled pattern, or in simpler terms, Paula King and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, mother and daughter, have really engineered one hell of a powerhouse wild game. Call it an experiment, an accident, or a million other things more suited to your own personal beliefs despite me claiming that I know the information on this blog is totally known as truth to me, the word “GAME” will always best fit the description of truth here, as so far as what is going on with all of this. It is all just a wild child's game, and the closest person to realizing this, besides myself, was the mighty philosopher William Shakespeare, who just happened to assist King James in translating the Holy Bible into its present forms used to this day with the many other sub translations that recently resulted in the past 30-50 years or so.
Spiders do not mate and create monkeys, nor dogs mate and create squirrels. Internet proves the 6th dimension is the truth, if nothing else in the world does, and helps to give MORIANITY some nice credibility, or will as the centuries pass and move forward. Thank you Bill and Melinda Gates, www.gatesfoundation.com/ ,and if anyone now knows this is valid shit I am saying, it is you and your old pal Steve Jobs.
Another interesting reality that sort of almost proves all I say and claim backwards, would be things such as the question number 18 on the New Jersey SORA license test, that I took in 2005 right around this time of the year, now or into March a bit. The ratio and ration word program deal not only showed many things were part of MY REALITY around then, all though I was not CONSCIOULY AWARE of any of it yet, but look at the magic date that Sarah J. Karge was born in July in 18 hundred and 96, on the 18th day of this month, question #18, SORA/SARA/H!!!!!!! Then there is the mighty UTUBE MAN, known as JASON FORREST, who has made me somewhat of a small internet celebrity myself, along with a little more help from my other crawly beetle friends such as the Harvest where I work here in Fort Pierce, Florida, www.harvesfoodtoutreach.org/ clearly displays my ugly mug right there on its front home page, just match it to any photo shown at www.blogger.com. This is where one of the sites exists where my blogs post up, yes, this mighty Google owned famous and first, “BLOGGER”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are so many things additionally that prove to a really expanded mind, how real this shit all indeed is. Jason admitting that he made a lot of money out in Cali as he calls it, from my blog, and it did not mean to happen, but his e-mail posted into my blog comment system at www.blogger.com/. Then there is my coming down to Florida in middle December in 2009 and using the public library computer to continue my blogging tales of woe, down here in Fort Pierce. This is where my e-mail for no good reason insisted on reading San Mateo, in where else Jason Forrest or should I call you Donna Summer, is this all beyond freaking weird or what, but, or butt, or the hack I got at the library word processors, 1400 miles away from any SORA license tests, with all the ones and the eights all over the place, 'ratios', and 'rations' not withstanding, BRO. Then there is the great movie that Oprah Winfrey funded along with her friend Tyler, not sugar in the gas tank Tom at least, thank the gods, after all it is a freaking common last name. Besides the magical doorbell system where you really can hear all that goes on whether Gab presses the MO-'listen-stupid' button, or not; but right before the fight in the school with that cutie pie who chases anything that's wearing pants, as most girls do, you cannot help hear that magic word there, “BUT”, and should you see if it is part of the script by activating the CD feature, it is not, MI, try it sometime Curly. Then there is my 1997 Radio Shack without the Magic-Jack pal, by the name of Fred Winstein. To type this name on a word processor, red lines come up, and when you click on it, there is MI and her MIMI project of 2008, E=MC SQUARED. This MIMI HACK messed up the first computer that I had hooked up in the trailer park mobile home over at Jenny Plageman's park in Mullica Township, right beyond the Donna Summer Hate-page also known as HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, and 65 Middle Road, the 6500's is where the Dow Jones bottomed out, and if Obama had not had to repay as they all do, what I call, “ticket-favors”, it would have been permitted to crash and start over, giving the 90% of all of us little-peeps a chance to re-live the American dream, but this was not meant to be in this part of the hyperspace, but then, that can be all changed at any time. Peeps buy and sell and go up and go down along this continuum, changing, rearranging shit all the time. These are really the secrets that Kevin Tredaux and others may never want the 'common people to know and really, truly, and fully comprehend and understand, YO. Why else would I shout out the title “MI” before the song began that was done in 1986, called, REAL: GOOD GIRL, sheeeeeeeeeeit, give me a freaking break peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Monster-slapper Jane-bitch-disease-weeds just fucking nailed my ass at eleven freaking eleven. Fuck her.
Well. I need to dip up my dinner and eat and go to freaking ass bed. This weekend was very bad and noisy, a helicopter last night, continual loud rapper shit noise all around, this was hot and hellish from the freaking ass swing bat, so here is my counter strike, YO, enjoy it, is it bed room or bath room reading, McGuire, McGettigan, McGinty, and McCoy? You tell me, leave me a little comment, I don't bite. Neither does Leticia, Donald J. Trump, you Disney Coward, you. Come on down and land, and knock on your own hotel Plaza door, ya' butt wipe.
Finishing quickly now on Fred Winstein, from the Magic Jack
Radio Shack, where I made a major mistake in the year of 1981 and left a cassette tape of the original HAIR ALBUM, Jason Forrest, or whoever you really are, perhaps another somnambulist identity of PBK. Whether or not any copyrighted prices had to be paid or not, or any Icabod Halloween Rip-off Crane's are involved in any ODF this is an entirely different matter, let me just stick to the facts here MAHM, Joseph Friday. No unless ETTOS is used on me via wild strobe light effects, I forget NOTHING. The day that the phone line and the power line went dead and somebody parked a strange car outside of my private home bedroom that Fred and I thought could be a fucking bomb, we were literally terrorized, and it is fucking OK for this evil empire to do the terrorizing, it is their evil empire, but don't any of us fucking try anything fucki9bg cute, YO!!!!!!!!! Fred showed me how combinations of 4 and 5 and 6 and even 7 keys on computers, can do things from wiping out websites to infecting entire servers despite how much anti-hack shit they have, to cheating on view counts, and on and on. I was there when he took down the 'acmua' website, and then went up to another site that he had posted and had 20 view on it, and suddenly it had 10 million and twenty. Hay, this guy should be fucking Einstein.
Now I must eat and crash, I work hard for a living Donna, Jason, and Paula. I cannot just sit around and fuck off like all of you rotten bums!!!!!!!!!!
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CHAPTER BLOG-BOOK #083
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SUBTITLES ALWAYS APPLY:
ADDITIONAL SUBTITLE ON THIS BLOG,
“ONLY TO THOSE WHO TRULY WANNAQ KNOW”:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
It is a hot 79 degrees here at my work station, and 73 outdoors, down from the afternoon highs of the lower eighties here in good old sunny Fort Pierce, Florida.
This is words to the wise, and only for those that want them. The UMWELL-ONYX CLUB is not welcome, so why do they tune in and bate me in to write more stuff on their 'precious' UNDISCOVERED-MYSTERIES BLOGGING SITE?
First, the next time you city dwellers get a knock on the door from voting activists, you may gladly tell them this simple truth, should you not be registered to vote and they say that you are a lousy citizen, in some politer word choice. You CANNOT vote for anyone that you want to vote for, merely for some candidate that rich people in one capacity or another, and with absolute agendas, have backed and placed on the voting menu ticket, or are running themselves for the elected position, be it locally, state or county, or in the large federal arena. Simply put, WHOEVER ends up getting elected, right away, like it or not, they either have the agendas of their own self interest, or they must repay the obligation in disguised favors that will never support the poorer people in this great land, tee-hee, but instead always will favor those with the millions of dollars of net worth. Now millions of people have this amount of net worth now here in America, but out of roughly a population of three hundred million (300,000,000) persons as a rough and rounded off census based figure at last count from 2010, three million give or take 'total-net-worth-7 and higher 'figurenaire's, equals a one in ten ratio, leaving nine out of any ten people in any group we may see when outside our residences at any given averaged time, totally out in the cold with totally no say in anything, including their own freedoms and that of their loved ones. THIS IS TOTAL TRUTH. If our great man in the HOUSE did not have to repay HIS GUYS who got him on the ticket, he would never have given that evil Wall Street, the bail out money, while leaving people like me in program cuts, no increase adjustment two years in a row in my social security disability benefits when unless you have lived in a cave for the past 30 months or so, it sure appears at least, that food, gasoline, and anything else from (A) through freaking (Z) HAS FREAKING JUST ABOUT FREAKING DOUBLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever you think you are voting for MUST repay their debt to those who got them on their tickets. This is why anyone my freaking age of fifty-six or older, totally knows that things in this country NEVER WEVER XCHANGER, NOT UNDER THE DEMOCRATS, NOT UNDER THE REPUBLICANS, ELECTION AFTER ELECTION, 1 out of 10 peeps at the top will always run this show and BENEFIT, and the the other majority of 9 out of ten will endlessly be down and out, forever working longer and harder, and receiving less and less and less. HELLO AMERICA, YO!!!!! It is the ugliest system in the world, EXCEPT of course, for all of the others in the world that for the most part are even freaking worse, BRAHHH!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE EARTH PLANET, where 90% of us perpetually basically exist in HELL. This is why everybody is on mother fucking drugs, lives for stupid ass shit like what are celebrities doing today; the most meaningless shit imaginable, as all they are is a bunch of ass holes that MAN HAS TURNED INTO ENTERTAINERS, created stars, and usually are the most screwed up peeps on the Earth, and then the other shit would be all the other meaningless pass times out there ranging from sports and loud music and large televisions and filthy dirty meaningless sex that destroys family after family sooner or later, and long ago wiped out any 'real' America that peeps of my age have any memories left of. Also the so called, “American-dream” in its true definition, is so absolutely ridiculous. And anyone that tells you that IT DID NOT DIE AND GET CREMATED AND LOST AND FORGOTTEN MORE THAN A FULL GENERATION AGO, IS EITHER A FUCKING FOOL OR A FUCKING TOTAL ASS LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The definition of this expression for those who need to hear it, is not what you make think such as free enterprise or the right to try and take two hundred dollars and start a shoe-string business, but instead is that every generation should be better off financially and in other less tangible aspects than money or possessions as well, than the generation that preceded it, and this is total bullshit in my lifetime. Now we got this fucking bullshit out of the way, so we can move this shit along a bit, YO!
A few loyal 'MORIANS' know about the 6th dimension and other powerful shit that I have discussed here and there on my blogs for about fiver a half years now. Most peeps over age seven have heard, whether they believe anything of a religious nature or not is not relevant, the expression of we or humankind supposedly is created in (GOD'S) image. Believe it, only let me tell you a little few secrets now that pertain to this. There is a sort of circuitry in a sort of system, that lays far above and beyond all of the known universes and multiverses. This powerful reality is the realm of MIND, where energies or you can think humanly of these things as 'thoughts' if you so desire, actually think not only what 'they are thinking' and these words in semi-quotes is merely the best way that I can describe this truth, but they then 'arrange to become' parts that will exist in both carbon and silicon life forms in an entirely lower dimension than they exist now in their collective energy state one dimension above all of us and all of this, in individual 'single songs', or universes. Vibrations literally are music, and also is the universe, the one, UNI for (one) and (verse) for song. Hence, multiverse is derived from multiple0-songs or the entire collection of all of the 4th dimensional space-time universes existing in the 5th dimensional space-time-mind system that lies one dimension below where this energy merely is and exists in an indescribable form in a totally collective way, under rules governed in a dimension one higher than this, or the seventh, D-7, known to future timers in the multiverse as LAWTRONICS. No one is ever able to say, such as the misguided ECKISTS only they refer to the D-6 as the 'Mental-Plane, that they have BEEN to this PLACE. It is not any kind of a place, and you simply cannot take yourself as any kind of you that you think that you really are, up into there, the 6th-Dimension. Get real/e, Somers Point, New Jersey molester of 1970. Still, we all naturally move throughout 5 dimensions in ways so 'un-Patterson-able' that I will not be a quintessential silly-ass and even try to tell it. You can however, make a mental image comparison model however in your heads if you want to play along as I go on a bit with this. Use what better than the great STOCK MARKET. Here we have this entity that no one human can ever control, it moves here and it moves there, and as a whole, there it is, it just exists as the stock market. Naturally most peeps over the age of fourteen or so know that stocks are pieces or units of companies and corporations and these public institutions can raise money by selling these parts of themselves as what is called, shares. These shares then are of course traded publicly and openly based on certain guidelines and so-called at least regulations. It is not magic nor is it mysterious. Yet the workings of 'IT' as an entity with almost 'A MIND', is extremely elusive and mysterious. We only think as people here on the Earth, that we are human beings and one complete set of being-ness, and it is a lie and could not be further than the truth. The truth is so off the wall and out there, that no one would most likely accept it for a minimum of 3-5 hundred years yet. Some examples given in my blogs range from the ES or the Exploratronic Supermind, to the few who seemingly naturally or through intentional will and Practice, become powerful exploring and controlling multiple personality shape shifting somnambulists, such as the girl who I must admit now that I have been madly in love with since the ?Earth year of 1967, Paula Belinda King, the great, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, KNOWN IN ABBREVIATION ON MANY OF BLOGS in Continual reiteration as (ACNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as stocks move all over the place and show up on various and numerous charts that all of us have seen over and over on television financial channels, yet really not be exactly what these charts show if someone who knew no better was attempting to figure THEM out, say for example, some one from the Planet Shithead, who crash lands there space ship, and sees one of these charts, and videotapes it, and then from there begins to try and see what this 'entity' is all about. I do not expect any huge amount of peeps to know what the fuck I'm really talking about here, and THAT is what is really such a freaking shame about all of this. We all move all throughout a huge 5th dimension reality, and come from a collective unit of a sort on a much higher plane called the 6th dimension. Just as stock traders buy and sell all during the trading day on Wall Street, thought energies from this higher realm, move down into all of this, we are created in the image of this, and we go on creating other images, the internet is a perfect example if you just stop for a second and really try and fucking see just what I am trying to get across here and explain. Now silicon mind or carbon mind, is still mind, and the great Gene Roddenberry and Astral Plane god, knew this truth, as do a few others on this planet as I type this shit. But then there is way to much to tackle to make this tale of total truth complete, such as the spin direction of the 'thought-energy-circles' or 'ATOMS' as we think of them humanly from the perspective of being trapped in this awake-consciousness and living here in this tiny speck called out universe, a circle that is about 64 trillion light years around. Still, the entire thing is just one combined grouping of some up-line thought pattern energies. No human today can conceive that an expansion of this size has an up-line potential of virtually unlimited size and that this entire universe is merely one of these energy pattern dots. The only people that in my opinion are consciously aware of this right now, and two of them keep their mouth totally shut and one, me, is stupid and keeps popping off, would be, Paula King, Steve Hawking, and me, the Mountainpen, Mark Wayne Mohr. Still, while we all 'unconsciously. Move up and down and all around the entire 5th dimension thinking no more about it consciously than we do about our normal daily breathing as we breeze through our busy schedules, yet as we would in theory become more aware of this entire reality, the very reality itself is forced to change in some unknown and extremely detailed matching and equaled pattern, or in simpler terms, Paula King and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, mother and daughter, have really engineered one hell of a powerhouse wild game. Call it an experiment, an accident, or a million other things more suited to your own personal beliefs despite me claiming that I know the information on this blog is totally known as truth to me, the word “GAME” will always best fit the description of truth here, as so far as what is going on with all of this. It is all just a wild child's game, and the closest person to realizing this, besides myself, was the mighty philosopher William Shakespeare, who just happened to assist King James in translating the Holy Bible into its present forms used to this day with the many other sub translations that recently resulted in the past 30-50 years or so.
Spiders do not mate and create monkeys, nor dogs mate and create squirrels. Internet proves the 6th dimension is the truth, if nothing else in the world does, and helps to give MORIANITY some nice credibility, or will as the centuries pass and move forward. Thank you Bill and Melinda Gates, www.gatesfoundation.com/ ,and if anyone now knows this is valid shit I am saying, it is you and your old pal Steve Jobs.
Another interesting reality that sort of almost proves all I say and claim backwards, would be things such as the question number 18 on the New Jersey SORA license test, that I took in 2005 right around this time of the year, now or into March a bit. The ratio and ration word program deal not only showed many things were part of MY REALITY around then, all though I was not CONSCIOULY AWARE of any of it yet, but look at the magic date that Sarah J. Karge was born in July in 18 hundred and 96, on the 18th day of this month, question #18, SORA/SARA/H!!!!!!! Then there is the mighty UTUBE MAN, known as JASON FORREST, who has made me somewhat of a small internet celebrity myself, along with a little more help from my other crawly beetle friends such as the Harvest where I work here in Fort Pierce, Florida, www.harvesfoodtoutreach.org/ clearly displays my ugly mug right there on its front home page, just match it to any photo shown at www.blogger.com. This is where one of the sites exists where my blogs post up, yes, this mighty Google owned famous and first, “BLOGGER”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are so many things additionally that prove to a really expanded mind, how real this shit all indeed is. Jason admitting that he made a lot of money out in Cali as he calls it, from my blog, and it did not mean to happen, but his e-mail posted into my blog comment system at www.blogger.com/. Then there is my coming down to Florida in middle December in 2009 and using the public library computer to continue my blogging tales of woe, down here in Fort Pierce. This is where my e-mail for no good reason insisted on reading San Mateo, in where else Jason Forrest or should I call you Donna Summer, is this all beyond freaking weird or what, but, or butt, or the hack I got at the library word processors, 1400 miles away from any SORA license tests, with all the ones and the eights all over the place, 'ratios', and 'rations' not withstanding, BRO. Then there is the great movie that Oprah Winfrey funded along with her friend Tyler, not sugar in the gas tank Tom at least, thank the gods, after all it is a freaking common last name. Besides the magical doorbell system where you really can hear all that goes on whether Gab presses the MO-'listen-stupid' button, or not; but right before the fight in the school with that cutie pie who chases anything that's wearing pants, as most girls do, you cannot help hear that magic word there, “BUT”, and should you see if it is part of the script by activating the CD feature, it is not, MI, try it sometime Curly. Then there is my 1997 Radio Shack without the Magic-Jack pal, by the name of Fred Winstein. To type this name on a word processor, red lines come up, and when you click on it, there is MI and her MIMI project of 2008, E=MC SQUARED. This MIMI HACK messed up the first computer that I had hooked up in the trailer park mobile home over at Jenny Plageman's park in Mullica Township, right beyond the Donna Summer Hate-page also known as HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, and 65 Middle Road, the 6500's is where the Dow Jones bottomed out, and if Obama had not had to repay as they all do, what I call, “ticket-favors”, it would have been permitted to crash and start over, giving the 90% of all of us little-peeps a chance to re-live the American dream, but this was not meant to be in this part of the hyperspace, but then, that can be all changed at any time. Peeps buy and sell and go up and go down along this continuum, changing, rearranging shit all the time. These are really the secrets that Kevin Tredaux and others may never want the 'common people to know and really, truly, and fully comprehend and understand, YO. Why else would I shout out the title “MI” before the song began that was done in 1986, called, REAL: GOOD GIRL, sheeeeeeeeeeit, give me a freaking break peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Monster-slapper Jane-bitch-disease-weeds just fucking nailed my ass at eleven freaking eleven. Fuck her.
Well. I need to dip up my dinner and eat and go to freaking ass bed. This weekend was very bad and noisy, a helicopter last night, continual loud rapper shit noise all around, this was hot and hellish from the freaking ass swing bat, so here is my counter strike, YO, enjoy it, is it bed room or bath room reading, McGuire, McGettigan, McGinty, and McCoy? You tell me, leave me a little comment, I don't bite. Neither does Leticia, Donald J. Trump, you Disney Coward, you. Come on down and land, and knock on your own hotel Plaza door, ya' butt wipe.
Finishing quickly now on Fred Winstein, from the Magic Jack
Radio Shack, where I made a major mistake in the year of 1981 and left a cassette tape of the original HAIR ALBUM, Jason Forrest, or whoever you really are, perhaps another somnambulist identity of PBK. Whether or not any copyrighted prices had to be paid or not, or any Icabod Halloween Rip-off Crane's are involved in any ODF this is an entirely different matter, let me just stick to the facts here MAHM, Joseph Friday. No unless ETTOS is used on me via wild strobe light effects, I forget NOTHING. The day that the phone line and the power line went dead and somebody parked a strange car outside of my private home bedroom that Fred and I thought could be a fucking bomb, we were literally terrorized, and it is fucking OK for this evil empire to do the terrorizing, it is their evil empire, but don't any of us fucking try anything fucki9bg cute, YO!!!!!!!!! Fred showed me how combinations of 4 and 5 and 6 and even 7 keys on computers, can do things from wiping out websites to infecting entire servers despite how much anti-hack shit they have, to cheating on view counts, and on and on. I was there when he took down the 'acmua' website, and then went up to another site that he had posted and had 20 view on it, and suddenly it had 10 million and twenty. Hay, this guy should be fucking Einstein.
Now I must eat and crash, I work hard for a living Donna, Jason, and Paula. I cannot just sit around and fuck off like all of you rotten bums!!!!!!!!!!
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