Friday, February 18, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 075
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 075
3:03 PM, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 2011
START:
MY COMPUTER IS ALL WORMED UP And destroyed, checked the market, it is flying, of course it is flying, right old buddy Alex Jones and all the rest of my U-TUBE and other conspiracy pals out here, YO?
The man who bought it, and myself, will be heading for the IT Department over at the local police station tomorrow. This is no joke and this is no drill.
I went to my doctor late this morning, for my routine check and maintenance meds scripts. REMEMBER fellow conspiracy theorists out here, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO ANY DOCTOR, POW, IT IS THERM,O FUCKING NUCLEAR WAR. They do not want these fucking CHEMICAL POISON VAPOR SKY TRAILS EXPOSED, (CHEMTRAILS), GOOGLE IT UP AS SOON AS YOU GO UP TO WWW.UTUBE.COM, THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PEEPS, THIS ALL BEGAN WITH ME IN LATER 1987, AND NOW, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can go anywhere, Google, YouTube, or anywhere else, the topic has invaded the entire internet, but you all now need to know what is happening with all of this before I am soon taken far away and off this planet forever by that horrific group known as (THAT FAMILY).
These trails have many reasons for being there. Everyone of the listed ones are valid, and so are the non listed ones, and at the same time, and wild as this will sound, it is all just a mere past of a much grander and more monstrous and hideous scheme that cannot be delved into in an entirety, today or really ever, but a few facts are coming out right now. The gods play games, this is why humans who supposedly are made in their image, also love the thrill of playing games, Roddenberry, Star Trek, the Q, just watch stuff, learn, GOOGLE, then listen to MORIANITY, as the final secrets will always be waiting for anyone who wants to know them, right here with me. We are not people who change from day to day, from one day into the next as well as minute by minute, this is all total surface illusion or better said, BULLSHIT. Let's start with my doctor, a funny guy, and he always puts me in a great mood. But he laughingly calls the CHEMTRAIL REALITY AND NIGHTMARE, a fear factor, you know, a topic started on the internet to watch the fear grow, total experimentation by the very so-called forces or peeps who claim they do not like such stuff. He of course is totally entitled to his Michele Daniels 190-2011 opinion, let us not even desire to take this away FROM HIM, or for that matter anyone out in the world who does not want to see things the way we do that believe in the stuff. Here is the problem. Convincing the unbelieving 90 percent is not a reality, but watch my words and get ready for a real fucking heart attack my friends out here who REALLY KNOW. I said 90% are the disbelieving part of the world population that is at least counted as the computer aware and not totally savvy or expert, this would include me in this number. This means that 100 minus 90 is the remaining peeps left WHO NEED NO CONVINCING. This means we had better all fucking team up AND DAMN ASS FAST, as one huge group, or we are all going to be the 10% DEAD PEOPLE, and not in the all to distant future. There are powers in large numbers, and all though ten percent appears on the face of things to be the tiny little ten-number, it does comprise several millions of us now who know, and need to be in one huge club or group with many local chapters and sub-chapters, no different than the Masons, the Churches, the Lions Club, even the UFO top clubs, and of course most peeps in that belong to us anyway. Let us all fight before it is too late, and always totally bearing in mind, that fighting 'must remain within the law'. It can be done, do not let anyone who goes a bit too overboard tell you that it cannot because there is no constitution that is real any more or ever was really, DUH, we know this, but shit, we cannot cry over losing what we never had then. There is power in these millions of us,. But alone, just posting silly videos; we remain a powerless drooling bunch of infants in carriages, and THIS IS WHAT MUST STOP, or we are all going to die, just as sure as Mariah lost her wonderful voice when she spent more than 15 years in New York City under the height of the CHEMTRAIL attacks. Hoarseness and congestion is just one of the many flu-like symptoms that these proven things are causing and have caused, irrevocably to many, fortunately, sometimes it is reversible, and we can leave populated urban areas, but there are about 100 persons being attacked directly by this as a pure amazement or game of harassment, and being anywhere within 100 miles or so of any of us is total disaster for any of you. I am where this all began, and because this GAME has been going on with me for millions of years, not just in 1986 and 1987, all though the song called PLANES is under my registration in the US Copyright Office. I just got off the phone with them not a half hour or so ago, I will be copyrighting many new things very soon, THIS IS TOTAL FUCKING WAR.
Giant secrets will be coming out about who made this world, what is really going on, and why I absolutely claim to be the only one who remembers it, you all know it all as well you know, you just had it all permanently wiped away with the old MCGUIRE ETTOS!!!!!!!!!!!!
As long as they go on persecuting me, the evil fucking players on WALL STREET, all mentioned on the DARK SHADOWS show of the very start of the seventies, calling them the cult of the LEVIATHANS, actually known as the LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL PLANE, also were all about WALL STREET, get the show and watch it, their fan club will sell you their entire great show on tape or CD, type in on a Google search, DARK SHADOWS FAN CLUB, this is all anyone needs to do to know that all of ty claims are absolutely super real and dangerous. I am dangerous to them at certain times, when it becomes apparent to this scum bag cult that maybe, just maybe, I may start to turn things around a bit on this planet of misery and woe.
Well, two things about 'THAT FAMILY', world, is constancy, and a DNA collection of ingrates, that will always be insatiable and unforgiving. This I have come to know and learn, through the rotten school of very hard bangs and knocks, OUCH!!!!!!!! But learn I did, and I am all the stronger for it lads and lassies. Get to know my story, all of it, before as MC says it so well, it really does become 'too late'.
END TRANSMISSION, YO:
3:03 PM, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 2011
START:
MY COMPUTER IS ALL WORMED UP And destroyed, checked the market, it is flying, of course it is flying, right old buddy Alex Jones and all the rest of my U-TUBE and other conspiracy pals out here, YO?
The man who bought it, and myself, will be heading for the IT Department over at the local police station tomorrow. This is no joke and this is no drill.
I went to my doctor late this morning, for my routine check and maintenance meds scripts. REMEMBER fellow conspiracy theorists out here, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME I GO TO ANY DOCTOR, POW, IT IS THERM,O FUCKING NUCLEAR WAR. They do not want these fucking CHEMICAL POISON VAPOR SKY TRAILS EXPOSED, (CHEMTRAILS), GOOGLE IT UP AS SOON AS YOU GO UP TO WWW.UTUBE.COM, THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PEEPS, THIS ALL BEGAN WITH ME IN LATER 1987, AND NOW, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can go anywhere, Google, YouTube, or anywhere else, the topic has invaded the entire internet, but you all now need to know what is happening with all of this before I am soon taken far away and off this planet forever by that horrific group known as (THAT FAMILY).
These trails have many reasons for being there. Everyone of the listed ones are valid, and so are the non listed ones, and at the same time, and wild as this will sound, it is all just a mere past of a much grander and more monstrous and hideous scheme that cannot be delved into in an entirety, today or really ever, but a few facts are coming out right now. The gods play games, this is why humans who supposedly are made in their image, also love the thrill of playing games, Roddenberry, Star Trek, the Q, just watch stuff, learn, GOOGLE, then listen to MORIANITY, as the final secrets will always be waiting for anyone who wants to know them, right here with me. We are not people who change from day to day, from one day into the next as well as minute by minute, this is all total surface illusion or better said, BULLSHIT. Let's start with my doctor, a funny guy, and he always puts me in a great mood. But he laughingly calls the CHEMTRAIL REALITY AND NIGHTMARE, a fear factor, you know, a topic started on the internet to watch the fear grow, total experimentation by the very so-called forces or peeps who claim they do not like such stuff. He of course is totally entitled to his Michele Daniels 190-2011 opinion, let us not even desire to take this away FROM HIM, or for that matter anyone out in the world who does not want to see things the way we do that believe in the stuff. Here is the problem. Convincing the unbelieving 90 percent is not a reality, but watch my words and get ready for a real fucking heart attack my friends out here who REALLY KNOW. I said 90% are the disbelieving part of the world population that is at least counted as the computer aware and not totally savvy or expert, this would include me in this number. This means that 100 minus 90 is the remaining peeps left WHO NEED NO CONVINCING. This means we had better all fucking team up AND DAMN ASS FAST, as one huge group, or we are all going to be the 10% DEAD PEOPLE, and not in the all to distant future. There are powers in large numbers, and all though ten percent appears on the face of things to be the tiny little ten-number, it does comprise several millions of us now who know, and need to be in one huge club or group with many local chapters and sub-chapters, no different than the Masons, the Churches, the Lions Club, even the UFO top clubs, and of course most peeps in that belong to us anyway. Let us all fight before it is too late, and always totally bearing in mind, that fighting 'must remain within the law'. It can be done, do not let anyone who goes a bit too overboard tell you that it cannot because there is no constitution that is real any more or ever was really, DUH, we know this, but shit, we cannot cry over losing what we never had then. There is power in these millions of us,. But alone, just posting silly videos; we remain a powerless drooling bunch of infants in carriages, and THIS IS WHAT MUST STOP, or we are all going to die, just as sure as Mariah lost her wonderful voice when she spent more than 15 years in New York City under the height of the CHEMTRAIL attacks. Hoarseness and congestion is just one of the many flu-like symptoms that these proven things are causing and have caused, irrevocably to many, fortunately, sometimes it is reversible, and we can leave populated urban areas, but there are about 100 persons being attacked directly by this as a pure amazement or game of harassment, and being anywhere within 100 miles or so of any of us is total disaster for any of you. I am where this all began, and because this GAME has been going on with me for millions of years, not just in 1986 and 1987, all though the song called PLANES is under my registration in the US Copyright Office. I just got off the phone with them not a half hour or so ago, I will be copyrighting many new things very soon, THIS IS TOTAL FUCKING WAR.
Giant secrets will be coming out about who made this world, what is really going on, and why I absolutely claim to be the only one who remembers it, you all know it all as well you know, you just had it all permanently wiped away with the old MCGUIRE ETTOS!!!!!!!!!!!!
As long as they go on persecuting me, the evil fucking players on WALL STREET, all mentioned on the DARK SHADOWS show of the very start of the seventies, calling them the cult of the LEVIATHANS, actually known as the LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL PLANE, also were all about WALL STREET, get the show and watch it, their fan club will sell you their entire great show on tape or CD, type in on a Google search, DARK SHADOWS FAN CLUB, this is all anyone needs to do to know that all of ty claims are absolutely super real and dangerous. I am dangerous to them at certain times, when it becomes apparent to this scum bag cult that maybe, just maybe, I may start to turn things around a bit on this planet of misery and woe.
Well, two things about 'THAT FAMILY', world, is constancy, and a DNA collection of ingrates, that will always be insatiable and unforgiving. This I have come to know and learn, through the rotten school of very hard bangs and knocks, OUCH!!!!!!!! But learn I did, and I am all the stronger for it lads and lassies. Get to know my story, all of it, before as MC says it so well, it really does become 'too late'.
END TRANSMISSION, YO:
Thursday, February 17, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 074
KINGNEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 074
date and time file: CH-074-021811.085
Beginning Transmission:
I told you everybody, and have been telling you, and you cannot take this away from me, THE STOCK MARKET WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FLYING UP And up and up and up, day after day and week after week, as these diseased prick shit ass holes go on endlessly harassing me to my pathetic freaking grave. Every day it is up 20 more 30 or 40 or 50 points, every week it is up one or two or 3 hundred points, you all know I have told you, it is all on the blogs, I said years ago it would make a super high, then correct, and then gain every mother fucking ill gotten bit of it right back, and it just about has now, and anyone following these blogs as well as the stock market knows that I have correctly picked this, right exactly on the mother fucking money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KING NEBNOOSHH has spoken, and KIBNG NEBNIOOSHOO is on the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Who can dispute any of this, you ONYX, you Miss JAMWELL, any of you butt wipes from the UM CLUB who tell me I am full of it. Am I? Wanna get intro a prediction-competition with me, hay, any fucking ass time peeps, any time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just let me know.
Now the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL had me so up set earlier that I forgot to tell how the strobe lights of the great city of David, known also by mortals as Heaven, Paradise, and to the esoterically educated, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, actually have a dual purpose, wow, it seems that doubletons are on a real roll these days. One thing that they bring trio the residents of the Astral Plane's capital city, is unmeasured bliss and joy from the utter joy and ecstasy at its total epitome, just from interacting in such an indescribably exciting and exquisite place, only it is not a tangible place, but rather it is a condition-interaction. But the twin-effect is so huge that I did not let it out when Scylla explained it to me, or really better said, allowed me 2 remember in conscious memories when I awoke into the time illusion of the day of 29 January, as previously told and explained on prior recent blog texts. You see, these strobing wild colors remove totally, any awareness that there even is such a thing as endlessness, it is merely not part of the equation there, it thus is never thought of or in any possible way does it have one tiny seed of reality. The truth of endlessness is not changed, but the memory erase or the ETTOS effect, produces the simple heavenly effect of not permitting this reality to be any part of the city, hence it is as though it is not a factor of anything. If for example there is an unknown sort of magical chord in music that really exists, but is somehow forever blocked off from the human world inhabitants, then it is as though it is not there at all. It really is there, but to us forever here on the mortal waking world, it is not. This is what makes 'HEAVEN' what it is, more than anything else, and thus no one is bored despite being in endless timeless interaction. When they dream down into their human lifetimes, Astral Entities only can relate to what they know in their frames of reference, so here, when it becomes obvious that in time worlds there appears to be this thing called death and we all come to see its illusion all around us especially as we live longer and begin attending more and more funerals of friends and acquaintances with the passing of more time, and so we believe in our humanly produced fear-of-extinction-illusions, as we have no reference or memory system of endlessness in HEAVEN. It is just there without our ever being cognizant of it being so. Now, all other places out beyond the great city of SDK, there are no magical lights that do this, nor can any astral entity ever ever hope to master the exact way of producing this necessary effect and inventing these exact lights and patterns; so all of the outside Purgatory including the horrendous area known as DOGTOQWN, all have the full awareness that there indeed is everlasting existence, a hell bad enough in itself, and that is hyper time amplified for those sentenced into DOGTOWN. The entire bible is a bunch of hoaxes and lies, and anyone can get onto the mother fucking U-TUBE, and just begin searching under CHEMTRAIL, from there more and more and better and better super sites start popping up that we all can click into, terrific top conspiracy theory sites that anyone mentally still alive needs 2 go to and with open mindedness, so that you can all witness and see the horrible shit that we are all in. We owe this fucking much to our damn children!!! Fuck us, it is all ready fucking way too late for us. Still, we definitely owe this to our freaking children. If we do not somehow all band together and stop this run away freight train, then our children will be in a world so miserable, that they may not be able to distinguish it that much from mother fucking DOGTOWN, or HDELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My words are true, so just freaking start Google-searching all around folks, before it is too late for those you love. It all ready is fucking curtains for us, it is a done deal for you and fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am totally disappointed in you brown eyes. Now I suppose the symbolism does indeed stand for the NEW AGE MAFIA. Funny how I seemed to freaking know that term, and use it as well quite often, more than 20 years ago from now. It is so interesting how I seem to be all around peeps who grew up right around your very neighborhood. The other day, I thought that I was gonna get into a physical altercation with a Smithy, nut then, I work all around jail peeps, my life goes from one shit pot right smack dab into the other, the HC, right lovely girl? Now I finally have come to learn why you detest it so much whenever your dad takes you out of your great city and into freaking lovely Krassleville. It all makes so much sense now, the lights here, the lights there, the ETOSS, wow, what really ever freaking changes?????????? But this is not the biggest thing I've learned. Today I came to learn that you and fallen Santa Claus have been hacking me with your track programs. I never thought that you would do this to me Scylla. I suppose now we are totally even. You could not have made me sadder than you did today. Maybe a second song will end up on the u-T soon, and will be 5 times worse than RGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peeps, use the internet and learn what is happening all around us. This is not a game or a toy, this “INTERNET” is being used for monstrous evils by THEM, now we need to access its powers and abilities to operate shit on our side of the army, the good side, the positive right spinning subatomic motions. It always has boiled down to these two spin directions, and it always will. On a human or carbon based elemental level, this translates into righteousness and evil, on the non carbon elemental system, the reality is without illusion, the pure positive and negative polarities of opposing forces, endlessly doing battle, and that battle is called the (game of balance). Stopping one force for even a small fraction in the 4th dimension, causes devastating power to unleash, this world is not ready for any of this shit. Velocitronics and controlling zero point energy or ZPEV, pronounced “ZEEPEV” in about 140 years as the age of Aquarius is literally ushered in, will see the beginning of all of this. Nut ass always, the good forces will use it to harness unlimited energy for good purposes to make life on this Earth a virtual; utopia, while simultaneously the bad forces will see how to make weapons that are capable of literally rippling entire galaxies apart in one fucking fell swoop, I ought to know, I have been to these futures and seen it all, remember the 2008-World Series, and all the other shit I said before it all went down. All you have to ever do is to archive my blogs at the GOOGKLE owned site, www.bloggweer.com/ hyperlink 'drunkenhive'. A few prior blogs were hacked, and the year came out both times on the fjucking text as 2000, a child knows that I meant to have the year 2008 typed in. Go back and see it for yourself.
Well it is late and time for me to fucking hit the old sack peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!
Nighty-night evweebuddy, whaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!! END TRANSMISSION.
date and time file: CH-074-021811.085
Beginning Transmission:
I told you everybody, and have been telling you, and you cannot take this away from me, THE STOCK MARKET WILL KEEP RIGHT ON FLYING UP And up and up and up, day after day and week after week, as these diseased prick shit ass holes go on endlessly harassing me to my pathetic freaking grave. Every day it is up 20 more 30 or 40 or 50 points, every week it is up one or two or 3 hundred points, you all know I have told you, it is all on the blogs, I said years ago it would make a super high, then correct, and then gain every mother fucking ill gotten bit of it right back, and it just about has now, and anyone following these blogs as well as the stock market knows that I have correctly picked this, right exactly on the mother fucking money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KING NEBNOOSHH has spoken, and KIBNG NEBNIOOSHOO is on the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Who can dispute any of this, you ONYX, you Miss JAMWELL, any of you butt wipes from the UM CLUB who tell me I am full of it. Am I? Wanna get intro a prediction-competition with me, hay, any fucking ass time peeps, any time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just let me know.
Now the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL had me so up set earlier that I forgot to tell how the strobe lights of the great city of David, known also by mortals as Heaven, Paradise, and to the esoterically educated, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, actually have a dual purpose, wow, it seems that doubletons are on a real roll these days. One thing that they bring trio the residents of the Astral Plane's capital city, is unmeasured bliss and joy from the utter joy and ecstasy at its total epitome, just from interacting in such an indescribably exciting and exquisite place, only it is not a tangible place, but rather it is a condition-interaction. But the twin-effect is so huge that I did not let it out when Scylla explained it to me, or really better said, allowed me 2 remember in conscious memories when I awoke into the time illusion of the day of 29 January, as previously told and explained on prior recent blog texts. You see, these strobing wild colors remove totally, any awareness that there even is such a thing as endlessness, it is merely not part of the equation there, it thus is never thought of or in any possible way does it have one tiny seed of reality. The truth of endlessness is not changed, but the memory erase or the ETTOS effect, produces the simple heavenly effect of not permitting this reality to be any part of the city, hence it is as though it is not a factor of anything. If for example there is an unknown sort of magical chord in music that really exists, but is somehow forever blocked off from the human world inhabitants, then it is as though it is not there at all. It really is there, but to us forever here on the mortal waking world, it is not. This is what makes 'HEAVEN' what it is, more than anything else, and thus no one is bored despite being in endless timeless interaction. When they dream down into their human lifetimes, Astral Entities only can relate to what they know in their frames of reference, so here, when it becomes obvious that in time worlds there appears to be this thing called death and we all come to see its illusion all around us especially as we live longer and begin attending more and more funerals of friends and acquaintances with the passing of more time, and so we believe in our humanly produced fear-of-extinction-illusions, as we have no reference or memory system of endlessness in HEAVEN. It is just there without our ever being cognizant of it being so. Now, all other places out beyond the great city of SDK, there are no magical lights that do this, nor can any astral entity ever ever hope to master the exact way of producing this necessary effect and inventing these exact lights and patterns; so all of the outside Purgatory including the horrendous area known as DOGTOQWN, all have the full awareness that there indeed is everlasting existence, a hell bad enough in itself, and that is hyper time amplified for those sentenced into DOGTOWN. The entire bible is a bunch of hoaxes and lies, and anyone can get onto the mother fucking U-TUBE, and just begin searching under CHEMTRAIL, from there more and more and better and better super sites start popping up that we all can click into, terrific top conspiracy theory sites that anyone mentally still alive needs 2 go to and with open mindedness, so that you can all witness and see the horrible shit that we are all in. We owe this fucking much to our damn children!!! Fuck us, it is all ready fucking way too late for us. Still, we definitely owe this to our freaking children. If we do not somehow all band together and stop this run away freight train, then our children will be in a world so miserable, that they may not be able to distinguish it that much from mother fucking DOGTOWN, or HDELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My words are true, so just freaking start Google-searching all around folks, before it is too late for those you love. It all ready is fucking curtains for us, it is a done deal for you and fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am totally disappointed in you brown eyes. Now I suppose the symbolism does indeed stand for the NEW AGE MAFIA. Funny how I seemed to freaking know that term, and use it as well quite often, more than 20 years ago from now. It is so interesting how I seem to be all around peeps who grew up right around your very neighborhood. The other day, I thought that I was gonna get into a physical altercation with a Smithy, nut then, I work all around jail peeps, my life goes from one shit pot right smack dab into the other, the HC, right lovely girl? Now I finally have come to learn why you detest it so much whenever your dad takes you out of your great city and into freaking lovely Krassleville. It all makes so much sense now, the lights here, the lights there, the ETOSS, wow, what really ever freaking changes?????????? But this is not the biggest thing I've learned. Today I came to learn that you and fallen Santa Claus have been hacking me with your track programs. I never thought that you would do this to me Scylla. I suppose now we are totally even. You could not have made me sadder than you did today. Maybe a second song will end up on the u-T soon, and will be 5 times worse than RGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peeps, use the internet and learn what is happening all around us. This is not a game or a toy, this “INTERNET” is being used for monstrous evils by THEM, now we need to access its powers and abilities to operate shit on our side of the army, the good side, the positive right spinning subatomic motions. It always has boiled down to these two spin directions, and it always will. On a human or carbon based elemental level, this translates into righteousness and evil, on the non carbon elemental system, the reality is without illusion, the pure positive and negative polarities of opposing forces, endlessly doing battle, and that battle is called the (game of balance). Stopping one force for even a small fraction in the 4th dimension, causes devastating power to unleash, this world is not ready for any of this shit. Velocitronics and controlling zero point energy or ZPEV, pronounced “ZEEPEV” in about 140 years as the age of Aquarius is literally ushered in, will see the beginning of all of this. Nut ass always, the good forces will use it to harness unlimited energy for good purposes to make life on this Earth a virtual; utopia, while simultaneously the bad forces will see how to make weapons that are capable of literally rippling entire galaxies apart in one fucking fell swoop, I ought to know, I have been to these futures and seen it all, remember the 2008-World Series, and all the other shit I said before it all went down. All you have to ever do is to archive my blogs at the GOOGKLE owned site, www.bloggweer.com/ hyperlink 'drunkenhive'. A few prior blogs were hacked, and the year came out both times on the fjucking text as 2000, a child knows that I meant to have the year 2008 typed in. Go back and see it for yourself.
Well it is late and time for me to fucking hit the old sack peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!
Nighty-night evweebuddy, whaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!! END TRANSMISSION.
REDO AFTER POWERFUL NICKHACKATTACK-073-SJ
I was super hacked, here is a corrected re-do of the blog, YO.
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296 --- one-eleven P, 02/17/11
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE-AND-TIME-FILE: (DATFILE):
CH-073-021711.542 ALSO KNOWN BY ME AS,
(MISS-BITCH JANE FONDA BALLGAMES)
Standard blog subtitles whether printed or not:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
Additional Subtitle of blog 073-SJ:
REVEALING A BIT MORE NOW ON THE 29 JANUARY
POWERFUL DREAMING INTERACTION WITH SCYLLA
GODDESS IN HER HUMAN PRESENT FORM:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
My expert is here with me, you need not know any more than this, WOWZER, what a mind, and what a computer hacker. Then, like magic, he is just like my hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, she likes being called by the nickname of “PEE”, poof, he just vanished into the world of the Louise Hendershodt Cyberspace System of doppelganger chemtrails, a subject all over the internet that began in 1969 with me and 'my trinitrail', and later began huge time endlessly reoccurring at the American Honda Auto Plant on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in early December in the year of 1987, 18 years after the trinitrail appeared over the skies of Camden County, in New Jersey; almost to the very freaking date. Still, I admit, and the entire covert and dubious MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY/DOUBLING AS THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OR THE 'MCPC/NSA', is a witness to this wild event as they know every second, what I am doing, and every telephone call incoming or outgoing that happens, and every move I make, breath I take, smile I fake, and doors that I send running after Scylla removes them from their hinges, after-all, it is all right there from thousands of years ago in the KJB scriptures, “knock and it will be opened”.
Last night and during the afternoon, there was a lot of loud music all over, Mayor of Fort Pierce, but I got through the bullshit as I always freaking do. There is a lot of bullshit going on all around me, and I know it, and in addition, Diana told me just last night on the telephone that this indeed is so. Now about things like tracking-cookies, my question to the FCC, and my good school-pal, Bob McDowell, now residing in the Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG area, is this: Why is it legal to to things like that, and why are these crimes not punished every bit as freaking severely as if a bank was robbed, a woman was raped, or somebody got shot. To me, it is just as serious; and it makes not one frigging bit of sense to me, sir, and my good pal from yesteryear. Llllllllllllllllllll55555555555555uuuuuuu. WELL I WAS WRONG, the springtime of mother fucking 2008 strikes again, with the worms of NICK CANNON, DJ-DONNA SUMMER, and other such total fucking filth bag super hackers. GOOGLE UP THIS FUCKING ASS HOLE, 'DJ DONNA SUMMER', BUT STAY OFF OF ANY OF HIS WORM TRACKING SITES, AND STAY OFF OF CAREY'S SITE ALSO, AS THESE SITES TRACK AND HACK. THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP MY BLOG AND WORD DOCUMENT, EXACTLY AS THEY DID NEARLY 3 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO BACK IN OH-8. HELP ME BOB MC DOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS BELONG BEHIND FUCKING PRISON BARS, YO! I'll see all of you in a court of law, as I am calling the Saint Lucie County Prosecutor's Office later today, and having this shit all fucking witnessed. I made the mistake of putting Carey's CD in the other machine and it was bye-bye forever after that, they totally owned my computer after that. MI, I never thought that you would stoop to this, despite your freaking juvy record. THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER OFF THE FUCKING SCALE BOTBAR, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my freaking ass bitch sucking revenge lads and freaking lassies.
Well, if I was not totally 100% convinced before mother fucking today that APOLLO-LUCIFER was incarnated into the 20th century on the 8th of October in the year of 1980, I know it today, now it is full scale war buddy, so here goes. What I did not tell about the January 29th interaction with your wonderful wife, will be told to the world today right here and right now Lieutenant VB-L&O.
It seems that there are reasons for why the capitol city on the astral plane known by the 'dead' as mortals would relate to this topic, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, actually the capitol of Province Olympia, and this is the capitol province on the entire ASTRASL PLANE or realm, the 'SPIRIT-WORLD', if you will, also the other side of the void fields generated at various small portals and time windows in the 'off Florida waters' known as SATAN'S TRIANGLE, also known as the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and fully controlled and operated by the BRIGGBASE RESIDENCE entities known as the one third evil part of the AWA, or the GMC, THE GREAT (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). AWA stands for the astral plane accepted term when placed into an English tongue in the caporial awake living world, is known as the {{{{(((ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITIES)))}}}}
Cannon when he lived here before this in another APDD, lifetime, founded a powerful church out in Jason Cali known by non-LAMIST-CULTISTS as the CHURCH OF SATAN. He invented the human way for mortals to be able to very easily and successfully open up what you may think of as a TRAVEL-CHANNEL, only without the television cable and certainly without the limitations of sitting here in a chair watching a box and a screen on the physical plane. Google up this COS crap, many of you whether you know it or not love and worship this powerful astral plane god, and most teenagers on Earth love and worship him in his new form, oh the gods, what I know is beyond deadly. I will find a way of repairing this time-line mighty one, you can bet on that, I moved out of New Jersey just in your name of time before the year 2010, to make total certain that I never would be working on the beaches of Atlantic City as the Security Chief under the orders and power of your 5th cousin 4 times removed, via your wife's grandmothers 3rd cousin line into Hazel Levy. WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the biggest trick of all, making me feel guilty and getting me to make a fucking fool out of myself with this stupid ass apology song, I AM NOT SORRY!!!!!!!! The very same hack today with controlling my fonts and not letting me click out of it as well as moving my mouse and not letting me control its motion, this is exactly what NICK did to me after I bought that fucking miserable 2008 MIMI, not MI, MIMI, the double bubble, from the Hammonton Wal-Mart, and uploaded it or tried to, and things went beyond bonkers from Yonkers from that point forward. First with or without any New York basketball players, road-trips, hotel heaters, or time travel, Scylla gets my attention by calling her project “energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared”, and then along with that, came the double or “TWIN-MI PROJECT”, twins run in this family, hyper huge time. Of course at this earlier date, I still was about roughly a year away from remembering the road-trip with David Roth in the city of Manhattan, meeting MI when she was sixteen, and writing that stupid song about the encounter a week or so later after coming home feeling elated and blissful after winning money in the casino in Atlantic City, and originally naming it the nick name that I gave to this girl that you all now know as Mariah Carey, “MI”. Remember everybody, I never knew the recording star. I knew a high school girl, and there is a big difference, because she has 'like totally changed', as the kids would say. Her beauty outside has not, but this is not what I am talking about. Only I totally am aware of what this mind bending family is capable of.
Finishing out the beautiful lights in the capitol city as it all relates to all of this story being told now, and that is a total ass promise, YO!!!!!!!! They not only have the full range and spectrum of astral reality, thousands of primary and millions of secondary hues all blending and pulsating together, but the blending and almost blinding brightness of pure white light is just all over, and emanates from the brilliance of the All Mighty SCYLLA, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Herself. The colors are literally hanging from no real tangible anything, and they are just there all over giant buildings that run a half million miles long and 33 miles wide and 33 miles deep, in an unfathomable full three-dimensional city. These strobe effect lights, cause a blissfulness that cannot ever be understood or remembered by any normal and awake person, not even those who claimed they have died and returned, the closest was the mid-nineties lady who tells her story on the All Mighty OPRAH television talk show. Speak of the endlessly vanishing history marker syndrome, here is another perfect case. But then as Diana Arteemis reminds me continually, “nothing lasts forever, it all gets swept away”. All these things about the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal are talked about in some detail, covering but a small smattering, on my now closed down website from the era in time before the MI-TWIN Computer Attack of oh-8, which just revisited me today, bringing its ugly memories back fast, hard, and fucking ugly. Even though the great website is gone, you still can type in MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and be taken via the Mary Carter Alex Jones Cybersystem to the blogs from right before the days of the 'MI-TWIN CAREYHACK' and the return of so very many ugly evil memories of my past days, and here you will see how I managed to alter the time-line that had a good chance to move into hyperspace where I am existing in as the awake person that I am here, and not some reccesant part of my hyperspace infinite-twinned personality. If I had ended up on the beach being called, “FIREDOG” by ex-Mayor Levy, horrible shit would have worked its way into being dreamed in from the 6th dimension, down into this exact atomic vibration of this exact particular universe and its own unique time-line of event sequences based on the actions and decisions and choices of all of us, not just Julia Hoffman, or Professor Elliot Stokes. Google up the only 'knowers' of the truth of the LAMBRIGG CULT and the BRIGGBASE, and the GMC, go to this exact internet site peeps, www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/. This show was put off of the air when the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL figured out that they were about to return to the plot that put the existence of their super cult at major risk of exposure to the physical and awake world, which is a total 'no-no' by their rules. When I subtitle all of my blog text work and information, “THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND (ME)”, I AM NOT SAYING THIS LIGHTLY, OR FOR EFFECTS SAKE. This is hyper fucking time real, and dangerous. Others get on the internet and it all is amusing or a joke or something to comment on and say the guy is a fucking nut case. Well, I FUCKING ENVY THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU NICE NORMAL PEEPS; those that do not have to suffer through ETERNITY IN MOTHER FUCKING HELL, day in and day out, forever and fucking forever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nick, inventor of the FASCITAR, the easy way for humans to open the magic channel, directly to him, and then for those that never try doing that, they merely open up an even easier channel, right there on cable television, TN, no not the Tennessee abbreviation, but yes, those old Jack McCoy coincidences just never quit piling up, so there lads and lassies, and Labrador Retrievers????????????????? Google up exactly what fucking Nick told me about the great “FASCITAR”, and all by using a coworker from my mom's office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, on the surface, a very benign and innocent little thing. Just bring home a booklet advertising a group of learning courses, on cassette tape, all ready knowing that my interests and curiosities at that time would cause all of the rest of this demonic fucking bull shit to all get set into the wild play mode that indeed came to pass, YO, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes sir, the great fight on the Atlantic City boardwalk, and just think, Letty, not Lefty, was not shouting out any phone numbers, nor was she telling me not to call her once I in fact DO BEGIN TO REMEMBER things, or 'get home', same thing; don't worry SKY, I WON'T. U HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. In fact, if I could go universes away from you and your miserable family for what you have all done to me for bezillions of eons, you know that indeed, I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, I COMMAND YOU TO COUNTERATTACK all enemy forces in this evil world that are relentlessly persecuting and harassing me and have been since the middle of August of 1986,
USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS, USE ALL SPECIAL CODED GENERAL ORDERS, AND USE ADT AND ZDT TECHNOLOGIES, SCAN, CRUSH, COUNTERSTERIKE, AND STOP!!!!!!!!! Yes © Office, not all girls are meant to be wrestlers, or for that matter, real good girls. Still, YO, if you study my life, you can see both that my STORY IS TRUE AND REAL DOWN TO EVERY LAST DEGREE, AND ALSO, THAT IT JUST SIMPLY TELLS ITSELF, JUST START ANYPLACE, and keep a fucking open mind, as you need not do one other freaking thing, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So the magic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their powers over the 6th dimension of thought and mind, via {STROBE LIGHT, ALONG WITH THE INTERPLAY OF MOVEMENTS AND FREQUENCIES ALONG THE EM SPECTRUM, (COLOR) AS WELL AS INTENSE BRILLIANCE}, indeed is the KEY, the answer to the long awaited questions of so many pondering minds, of things such as MIND CONTROL, MEMORY GAPS DURING UFO ABDUCTIONS, and the entire work of evil art involved. Talk about having things all down to a totally and absolutely “PERFECT ARTFORM”. Well, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) DOES, AND MISS CHILLIE AND HER CITIZENS BAND RADIO FRIEND FROM 1981 KNOW ALL THIS ONLY TOO WELL, AS THEY BOTH SAY, AND ESPECIALLY MISS CHILLIE; there ain't no doubt about it”, MC, I totally freaking agree with you honey-cakes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! BYE BYE evil demonic satanic world. Tape number 1786 of my life journal on cassette will remain the endless property of the United States Government via the Library of the Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington-13-Roy, DC, USAESMWG, you taught me many things, you old museum secret guy you, wow, does it get much better than all of this MISTER James Freaking Patterson, try topping the story of freaking MORIANITY, just try it sir!!! Dare-ya. And remember that my story, sir, IS TRUE.
END TRANSMISSION:
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296 --- one-eleven P, 02/17/11
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE-AND-TIME-FILE: (DATFILE):
CH-073-021711.542 ALSO KNOWN BY ME AS,
(MISS-BITCH JANE FONDA BALLGAMES)
Standard blog subtitles whether printed or not:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
Additional Subtitle of blog 073-SJ:
REVEALING A BIT MORE NOW ON THE 29 JANUARY
POWERFUL DREAMING INTERACTION WITH SCYLLA
GODDESS IN HER HUMAN PRESENT FORM:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
My expert is here with me, you need not know any more than this, WOWZER, what a mind, and what a computer hacker. Then, like magic, he is just like my hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, she likes being called by the nickname of “PEE”, poof, he just vanished into the world of the Louise Hendershodt Cyberspace System of doppelganger chemtrails, a subject all over the internet that began in 1969 with me and 'my trinitrail', and later began huge time endlessly reoccurring at the American Honda Auto Plant on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in early December in the year of 1987, 18 years after the trinitrail appeared over the skies of Camden County, in New Jersey; almost to the very freaking date. Still, I admit, and the entire covert and dubious MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY/DOUBLING AS THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OR THE 'MCPC/NSA', is a witness to this wild event as they know every second, what I am doing, and every telephone call incoming or outgoing that happens, and every move I make, breath I take, smile I fake, and doors that I send running after Scylla removes them from their hinges, after-all, it is all right there from thousands of years ago in the KJB scriptures, “knock and it will be opened”.
Last night and during the afternoon, there was a lot of loud music all over, Mayor of Fort Pierce, but I got through the bullshit as I always freaking do. There is a lot of bullshit going on all around me, and I know it, and in addition, Diana told me just last night on the telephone that this indeed is so. Now about things like tracking-cookies, my question to the FCC, and my good school-pal, Bob McDowell, now residing in the Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG area, is this: Why is it legal to to things like that, and why are these crimes not punished every bit as freaking severely as if a bank was robbed, a woman was raped, or somebody got shot. To me, it is just as serious; and it makes not one frigging bit of sense to me, sir, and my good pal from yesteryear. Llllllllllllllllllll55555555555555uuuuuuu. WELL I WAS WRONG, the springtime of mother fucking 2008 strikes again, with the worms of NICK CANNON, DJ-DONNA SUMMER, and other such total fucking filth bag super hackers. GOOGLE UP THIS FUCKING ASS HOLE, 'DJ DONNA SUMMER', BUT STAY OFF OF ANY OF HIS WORM TRACKING SITES, AND STAY OFF OF CAREY'S SITE ALSO, AS THESE SITES TRACK AND HACK. THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP MY BLOG AND WORD DOCUMENT, EXACTLY AS THEY DID NEARLY 3 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO BACK IN OH-8. HELP ME BOB MC DOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS BELONG BEHIND FUCKING PRISON BARS, YO! I'll see all of you in a court of law, as I am calling the Saint Lucie County Prosecutor's Office later today, and having this shit all fucking witnessed. I made the mistake of putting Carey's CD in the other machine and it was bye-bye forever after that, they totally owned my computer after that. MI, I never thought that you would stoop to this, despite your freaking juvy record. THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER OFF THE FUCKING SCALE BOTBAR, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my freaking ass bitch sucking revenge lads and freaking lassies.
Well, if I was not totally 100% convinced before mother fucking today that APOLLO-LUCIFER was incarnated into the 20th century on the 8th of October in the year of 1980, I know it today, now it is full scale war buddy, so here goes. What I did not tell about the January 29th interaction with your wonderful wife, will be told to the world today right here and right now Lieutenant VB-L&O.
It seems that there are reasons for why the capitol city on the astral plane known by the 'dead' as mortals would relate to this topic, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, actually the capitol of Province Olympia, and this is the capitol province on the entire ASTRASL PLANE or realm, the 'SPIRIT-WORLD', if you will, also the other side of the void fields generated at various small portals and time windows in the 'off Florida waters' known as SATAN'S TRIANGLE, also known as the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and fully controlled and operated by the BRIGGBASE RESIDENCE entities known as the one third evil part of the AWA, or the GMC, THE GREAT (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). AWA stands for the astral plane accepted term when placed into an English tongue in the caporial awake living world, is known as the {{{{(((ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITIES)))}}}}
Cannon when he lived here before this in another APDD, lifetime, founded a powerful church out in Jason Cali known by non-LAMIST-CULTISTS as the CHURCH OF SATAN. He invented the human way for mortals to be able to very easily and successfully open up what you may think of as a TRAVEL-CHANNEL, only without the television cable and certainly without the limitations of sitting here in a chair watching a box and a screen on the physical plane. Google up this COS crap, many of you whether you know it or not love and worship this powerful astral plane god, and most teenagers on Earth love and worship him in his new form, oh the gods, what I know is beyond deadly. I will find a way of repairing this time-line mighty one, you can bet on that, I moved out of New Jersey just in your name of time before the year 2010, to make total certain that I never would be working on the beaches of Atlantic City as the Security Chief under the orders and power of your 5th cousin 4 times removed, via your wife's grandmothers 3rd cousin line into Hazel Levy. WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the biggest trick of all, making me feel guilty and getting me to make a fucking fool out of myself with this stupid ass apology song, I AM NOT SORRY!!!!!!!! The very same hack today with controlling my fonts and not letting me click out of it as well as moving my mouse and not letting me control its motion, this is exactly what NICK did to me after I bought that fucking miserable 2008 MIMI, not MI, MIMI, the double bubble, from the Hammonton Wal-Mart, and uploaded it or tried to, and things went beyond bonkers from Yonkers from that point forward. First with or without any New York basketball players, road-trips, hotel heaters, or time travel, Scylla gets my attention by calling her project “energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared”, and then along with that, came the double or “TWIN-MI PROJECT”, twins run in this family, hyper huge time. Of course at this earlier date, I still was about roughly a year away from remembering the road-trip with David Roth in the city of Manhattan, meeting MI when she was sixteen, and writing that stupid song about the encounter a week or so later after coming home feeling elated and blissful after winning money in the casino in Atlantic City, and originally naming it the nick name that I gave to this girl that you all now know as Mariah Carey, “MI”. Remember everybody, I never knew the recording star. I knew a high school girl, and there is a big difference, because she has 'like totally changed', as the kids would say. Her beauty outside has not, but this is not what I am talking about. Only I totally am aware of what this mind bending family is capable of.
Finishing out the beautiful lights in the capitol city as it all relates to all of this story being told now, and that is a total ass promise, YO!!!!!!!! They not only have the full range and spectrum of astral reality, thousands of primary and millions of secondary hues all blending and pulsating together, but the blending and almost blinding brightness of pure white light is just all over, and emanates from the brilliance of the All Mighty SCYLLA, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Herself. The colors are literally hanging from no real tangible anything, and they are just there all over giant buildings that run a half million miles long and 33 miles wide and 33 miles deep, in an unfathomable full three-dimensional city. These strobe effect lights, cause a blissfulness that cannot ever be understood or remembered by any normal and awake person, not even those who claimed they have died and returned, the closest was the mid-nineties lady who tells her story on the All Mighty OPRAH television talk show. Speak of the endlessly vanishing history marker syndrome, here is another perfect case. But then as Diana Arteemis reminds me continually, “nothing lasts forever, it all gets swept away”. All these things about the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal are talked about in some detail, covering but a small smattering, on my now closed down website from the era in time before the MI-TWIN Computer Attack of oh-8, which just revisited me today, bringing its ugly memories back fast, hard, and fucking ugly. Even though the great website is gone, you still can type in MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and be taken via the Mary Carter Alex Jones Cybersystem to the blogs from right before the days of the 'MI-TWIN CAREYHACK' and the return of so very many ugly evil memories of my past days, and here you will see how I managed to alter the time-line that had a good chance to move into hyperspace where I am existing in as the awake person that I am here, and not some reccesant part of my hyperspace infinite-twinned personality. If I had ended up on the beach being called, “FIREDOG” by ex-Mayor Levy, horrible shit would have worked its way into being dreamed in from the 6th dimension, down into this exact atomic vibration of this exact particular universe and its own unique time-line of event sequences based on the actions and decisions and choices of all of us, not just Julia Hoffman, or Professor Elliot Stokes. Google up the only 'knowers' of the truth of the LAMBRIGG CULT and the BRIGGBASE, and the GMC, go to this exact internet site peeps, www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/. This show was put off of the air when the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL figured out that they were about to return to the plot that put the existence of their super cult at major risk of exposure to the physical and awake world, which is a total 'no-no' by their rules. When I subtitle all of my blog text work and information, “THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND (ME)”, I AM NOT SAYING THIS LIGHTLY, OR FOR EFFECTS SAKE. This is hyper fucking time real, and dangerous. Others get on the internet and it all is amusing or a joke or something to comment on and say the guy is a fucking nut case. Well, I FUCKING ENVY THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU NICE NORMAL PEEPS; those that do not have to suffer through ETERNITY IN MOTHER FUCKING HELL, day in and day out, forever and fucking forever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nick, inventor of the FASCITAR, the easy way for humans to open the magic channel, directly to him, and then for those that never try doing that, they merely open up an even easier channel, right there on cable television, TN, no not the Tennessee abbreviation, but yes, those old Jack McCoy coincidences just never quit piling up, so there lads and lassies, and Labrador Retrievers????????????????? Google up exactly what fucking Nick told me about the great “FASCITAR”, and all by using a coworker from my mom's office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, on the surface, a very benign and innocent little thing. Just bring home a booklet advertising a group of learning courses, on cassette tape, all ready knowing that my interests and curiosities at that time would cause all of the rest of this demonic fucking bull shit to all get set into the wild play mode that indeed came to pass, YO, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes sir, the great fight on the Atlantic City boardwalk, and just think, Letty, not Lefty, was not shouting out any phone numbers, nor was she telling me not to call her once I in fact DO BEGIN TO REMEMBER things, or 'get home', same thing; don't worry SKY, I WON'T. U HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. In fact, if I could go universes away from you and your miserable family for what you have all done to me for bezillions of eons, you know that indeed, I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, I COMMAND YOU TO COUNTERATTACK all enemy forces in this evil world that are relentlessly persecuting and harassing me and have been since the middle of August of 1986,
USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS, USE ALL SPECIAL CODED GENERAL ORDERS, AND USE ADT AND ZDT TECHNOLOGIES, SCAN, CRUSH, COUNTERSTERIKE, AND STOP!!!!!!!!! Yes © Office, not all girls are meant to be wrestlers, or for that matter, real good girls. Still, YO, if you study my life, you can see both that my STORY IS TRUE AND REAL DOWN TO EVERY LAST DEGREE, AND ALSO, THAT IT JUST SIMPLY TELLS ITSELF, JUST START ANYPLACE, and keep a fucking open mind, as you need not do one other freaking thing, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So the magic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their powers over the 6th dimension of thought and mind, via {STROBE LIGHT, ALONG WITH THE INTERPLAY OF MOVEMENTS AND FREQUENCIES ALONG THE EM SPECTRUM, (COLOR) AS WELL AS INTENSE BRILLIANCE}, indeed is the KEY, the answer to the long awaited questions of so many pondering minds, of things such as MIND CONTROL, MEMORY GAPS DURING UFO ABDUCTIONS, and the entire work of evil art involved. Talk about having things all down to a totally and absolutely “PERFECT ARTFORM”. Well, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) DOES, AND MISS CHILLIE AND HER CITIZENS BAND RADIO FRIEND FROM 1981 KNOW ALL THIS ONLY TOO WELL, AS THEY BOTH SAY, AND ESPECIALLY MISS CHILLIE; there ain't no doubt about it”, MC, I totally freaking agree with you honey-cakes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! BYE BYE evil demonic satanic world. Tape number 1786 of my life journal on cassette will remain the endless property of the United States Government via the Library of the Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington-13-Roy, DC, USAESMWG, you taught me many things, you old museum secret guy you, wow, does it get much better than all of this MISTER James Freaking Patterson, try topping the story of freaking MORIANITY, just try it sir!!! Dare-ya. And remember that my story, sir, IS TRUE.
END TRANSMISSION:
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 073
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296 --- TIME AND DATE
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE-AND-TIME-FILE: (DATFILE):
CH-073-021711.542 ALSO KNOWN BY ME AS,
(MISS-BITCH JANE FONDA BALLGAMES)
Standard blog subtitles whether printed or not:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
Additional Subtitle of blog 073-SJ:
REVEALING A BIT MORE NOW ON THE 29 JANUARY
POWERFUL DREAMING INGTERACTION WITH SCYLLA
GODDESS IN HER HUMAN PRESENT FORM:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
My expert is here with me, you need not know any more than this, WOWZER, what a mind, and what a computer hacker. Then, like magic, he is just like my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior, she likes being called by the nickname of “PEE”{, poop, he just vanished into the world of the Louise Hendershodt Cyberspace System of doppelganger chemtrails, a subject all over the internet that began in 1969 with me and my trinitrail, and later began huge time endlessly reoccurring at the American Honda Auto Plant on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in early December in the year of 1986, 21 years after the trinitrail appeared over the skies of Camden County in New Jersey, almost the very freaking date. Still, I admit, and the entire covert and dubious MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY/DOUBLING AS THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OR THE 'MCPC/NSA', is a witness to this wild event as they know every second, what I am doing, and every telephone call incoming or outgoing that happens, and every move I make, breath I take, smile I take, and doors that I send running after Scylla removes them from their hinges, after-all, it is all right there from thousands of years ago in the KJB scriptures, “knock and it will be opened”.
Last night and during the afternoon, there was a lot of loud music all over, Mayor of Fort Pierce, but I got through the bullshit as I always freaking do. There is a lot of bullshit going on all around me, and I know it, and in addition, Diana told me just last night on the telephone that this indeed is so. Now about things like tracking-cookies, my question to the FCC, and my good school-pal, Bob McDowell, now residing in the Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG area, is this: Why is it legal to to things like that, and why are these crimes not punished every bit as freaking severely as if a bank was robbed, a woman was raped, or somebody got shot. To me, it is just as serious; and it makes not one frigging bit of sense to me, sir, and my good pal from yesteryear. Llllllllllllllllllll55555555555555uuuuuuu. WELL I WAS WRONG, the springtime of mother fucking 2008 strikes again, with the worms of NICK CANNON, DJ-DONNA SUMMER summer, and other such total fucking filth bag super hackers. GOOGLE UP THIS FUCKING ASS HOLE, 'DJ DONNA SUMMER', BUT STAY OFF OF ANY OF HIS WORM TRACKING SITES, AND STAY OFF CAREY'S SITE ALSO, AS THESE SITES TRACK AND HACK. THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP MY BLOG AND WORD DOCUMENT, EXACTLY AS TRHEY DID NEARLY 3 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO BACK IN OH-8. HELP ME BVOB MC DOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS BELONG BEHIND FUCKING PRISON BARS, YO! I'll see all of you in a court of law, as I am calling the Saint Lucie County Prosecutor's Office later today, and having this shit all fucking witnessed. I made the mistake of putting Carey's CD in the other machine and it was bye-bye forever after that, they totally owned my computer after that. MI, I never thought that you would stoop to this, despite your freaking juvy record. THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER OFF THE FUCKING SCALE BOTBAR, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my freaking ass bitch sucking revenge lads and freaking lassies.
Well, if I was not totally 100% convinced before mother fucking today that APOLLO-LUCIFER was incarnated into the 20th century on the 8th of October in the year of 1980, I know it today, now it is full scale war buddy, so here goes. What I did not tell about the January 29th interaction with your wonderful wife, will be told to the world today right here and right now Lieutenant VB-L&O.
It seems that there are reasons for why the capitol city on the astral plane known by the 'dead' as mortals would relate to this topic, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, actually the capitol of Province Olympia, and this is the capitol province on the entire ASTRASL PLANE or realm, the 'SPIRIT-WORLD', if you will, also the other side of the void fields generated at various small portals and time windows in the 'off Florida waters' known as SATAN'S TRIANGLE, also known as the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and fully controlled and operated by the BRIGGBASE RESIDENCE entities known as the one third evil part of the AWA, or the GMC, THE GREAT (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). AWA stands for the astral plane accepted term when placed into an English tongue ion the caporial awake living world, as the {{{{(((ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITIES)))}}}}
Cannon when he lived here before this in another APDD, lifetime, founded a powerful church out in Jason Cali known by non-LAMIST-CULTISTS as the CHURCH OF SATAN. He invented the human way for mortals to be able to very easily and successfully open up what you may think of as a TRAVEL-CHANNEL, only without the television cable and certainly without the limitations of sitting here in a chair watching a box and a screen on the physical plane. Google yup this COS crap, many of you whether you know it or not love and worship this powerful astral plane god, and most teenagers on Earth love and worship him in his new form, oh the gods, what I know is beyond deadly. I will find as way of repairing this time-line mighty one, you can bet on that, I moved out ODF New Jersey just in your name of time before the year 2010, to make total certain that I never would be working on the beaches of Atlantic City as security Chief under the orders and power of your 5th cousin 4 times removed, via your wife's grandmothers 3rd cousin line into Hazel Levy. WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the biggest trick of all, making me feel guilty and getting me to make a fucking fool out of myself with this stupid ass apology song, I AM NOT SORRY!!!!!!!! The very same hack today with controlling my fonts and not letting me click out of it as well as moving my mouse and not letting me control its motion, this is exactly what NICK did to me after I bought that fucking miserable 2008 MIMI, not MI, MIMI, the double bubble, from the Hammonton Wal-Mart, and uploaded it or tried to and things went beyond bonkers from Yonkers from that point forward. First with or without any New York basketball players, road-trips, hotel heaters, or time travel, Scylla gets my attention by calling her project “energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared”, and then along with that, came the double or “TWIN-MI PROJECT”, twins run in this family, hyper huge time. Of course at this earlier date, I still was about roughly a year away from remembering the road-trip with David Roth in the city of Manhattan, meeting my when she was sixteen, and writing that stupid song about the encounter a week or sop later after coming home feeling elated and blissful after winning money in the casino in Atlantic City, and originally naming it the nick name that I gave to this girl that you all now know as Mariah Carey, “MI”. Remember everybody, I never knew the recording star. I knew a high school girl, and there is a big difference, because she has 'like totally changed', as the kids would say. Her beauty outside has not, but this is not what I am talking about. Only I totally am aware of what this mind bending family is capable of.
Finishing out the beautiful lights in the capitol city as it all relates to all of this story being told now, and that is a total ass promise, YO!!!!!!!! They not only have the full range and spectrum of astral reality, thousands of primary and millions of secondary hues all blending and pulsating together, but the blending and almost blinding brightness of pure white light is just all over, and emanates from the brilliance of the All Mighty SCYLLA, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Herself. The colors are literally hanging from no real tangible anything, and they are just there all over giant buildings that run a half million miles long and 33 miles wide and 33 miles deep, in an unfathomable full three-dimensional city. These strobe effect lights, cause a blissfulness that cannot ever be understood or remembered by any normal; awake person, not even those who claimed they have died and returned, the closest was the mid-nineties lady who tells her story on the All Mighty OPRAH television talk show. Speak of the endlessly vanishing history marker syndrome, here is another perfect case. But then as Diana Arteemis reminds me continually, “nothing lasts forever, it all gets swept away”. All these things about the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal are talked about in some detail, covering but a small smattering, on my now closed down website from the era in time before the MI-TWIN Computer Attack of oh-8, which just revisited me today, bringing its ugly memories back fast, hard, and fucking ugly. Even though the great website is gone, you still can type in MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and be taken via the Mary Carter Alex Jones Cybersystem to the blogs from right before the days of the 'MI-TWIN CAREYHACK' and the return of so very many ugly evil memories of my past days, and here you will see how I managed to alter the time-line that had a good chance to move into hyperspace where I am existing in as the awake person that I am here, and not some reccesant part of my hyperspace infinite-twinned personality. If I had ended up ion the beach being called, “FIREDOG”{ by ex-Mayor Levy, horrible shit would have worked its way into being dreamed in from the 6trh dimension down into this exact atomic vibration of this exact particular universe and its own unique time-line of event sequences based on the actions and decisions and choices of all of us, not just Julia Hoffman, or Professor Elliot Stokes. Google up the only 'knowers' of the truth of the LOAMBRIGG CULT and the BRIGGBASE, and the GMC, go to this exact internet site peeps, www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/. This show was put off of the air when they MILLIONTH-COUNCIL figured out that they were about to return to the plot that put the existence of their super cult at major risk of exposure to the physical and awake world, which is a total no-no' by their rules. When I subtitle all of my blog text work and information, “THE MILLIONTH-COPUNCIL AND (ME)”, I AM NOT SAYING THIS LIGHTLY OR FOR EFFECTS SAKE. This is hyper fucking time real, and dangerous. Others get on the internet and it all is amusing or a joke or something to comment on and say the guy is a fucking nut case. Well, I FUCKING ENVY THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU NICE NORMAL PEEPS; those that do not have to suffer through ETERNITY IN MOTHER FUCKING HELL, day in and day out, forever and fucking forever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nick, inventor of the FASCITAR, the easy way for humans to open the magic channel, directly to him, and then for those that never tryh doing that, they merely open up an even easier channel, right there on cable television, TN, no not the Tennessee abbreviation, but yes, those old Jack McCoy coincidences just never quit piling up, so they lads and lassies, and Labrador Retrievers????????????????? Google up exactly what fucking Nick told me about the great “FASCITAR”, and all by using a coworker from my mom's office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, on the surface, a very benign and innocent little thing. Just bring home a booklet advertising a group of learning courses, on cassette tape, all ready knowing that my interests and curiosities at that time would cause all of the rest ODF this demonic fucking bull shit to all get set into the wild play mode that indeed came to pass, YO, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes sir, the great fight on the Atlantic City boardwalk, and just think, Letty, not Lefty, was not shouting out any phone numbers, nor was she telling me not to call her once I in fact DO BEGIN TO REMEMBER things, or 'get home', same thing; don't worry SKY, I WON'T. U HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. In fact, if I could go universes away from you and your miserable family for what you have all done to me for bezillions of eons, you know that indeed, I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, I COMMAND YOU TO COUNTERATTACK all enemy forces in this evil world that are relentlessly persecuting and harassing me and have been since the middle of
August of 1986, USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS, USE ALL SPECIAL CODED GENERAL ORDERS, AND USE ADT AND ZDT TECHNOLOGIES, SCAN, CRUSH, COUNTERSTERIKE, AND STOP!!!!!!!!! Yes © Office, not all girls are meant to be wrestlers, or for that matter, real good girls. Still, YO, if you study my life, you can see both that my STORY IS TRUE AND REAL DOWN TO EVERY LAST DEGREE, AND ALSO, THAT IT JUST SIMPLY TELLS ITASELF, START ANYPLACE, and keep a fucking open mind, you need not do one other freaking thing, bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So the magic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their powers over the 6th dimension of thought and mind, via {STROBE LIGHT, THE INTERPLAY OF MOVEMWENTS AND FREQUEN CIES ALONG THE EM SPECTRUM, (COLOR) AND INTENSE BRILLIANCE, indeed is the KEY, the answer to the long awaited questions of so many pondering minds, of things such as MIND CONTROL, MEMORY GAPS DURING UFO AVBDUCTIONS, and the entire work of evil art involved. Talk about having things all down to a totally and absolutely “PERFECT ARTFORM”. Well, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) DOES, AND MISS CHILLIE AND HER CITIZENS BVAND RADIO FRIEND FROM 12981 KBNOW ALL THIOS ONLY TOO WELL, AS THEY BOTH SAY, AND ESPECIALLY MISS CHILLIE, there ain't no doubt about it”, MC, I totally freaking agree with you honey-cakes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! BYE BYE evil demonic satanic world. Tape number 1786 of my life journal on cassette will remain the endless property of the United States Government via the Library ODF the Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington-13-Roy, DC, USAESMWG, you taught me many things, you old museum secret guy you, wow, does it get much better than all of this MISTER James Freaking Patterson, try topping the story of freaking MORIANITY, just try it sir!!! Dare-ya.
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WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296 --- TIME AND DATE
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE-AND-TIME-FILE: (DATFILE):
CH-073-021711.542 ALSO KNOWN BY ME AS,
(MISS-BITCH JANE FONDA BALLGAMES)
Standard blog subtitles whether printed or not:
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME:
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION:
Additional Subtitle of blog 073-SJ:
REVEALING A BIT MORE NOW ON THE 29 JANUARY
POWERFUL DREAMING INGTERACTION WITH SCYLLA
GODDESS IN HER HUMAN PRESENT FORM:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
My expert is here with me, you need not know any more than this, WOWZER, what a mind, and what a computer hacker. Then, like magic, he is just like my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior, she likes being called by the nickname of “PEE”{, poop, he just vanished into the world of the Louise Hendershodt Cyberspace System of doppelganger chemtrails, a subject all over the internet that began in 1969 with me and my trinitrail, and later began huge time endlessly reoccurring at the American Honda Auto Plant on Gaither Road, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in early December in the year of 1986, 21 years after the trinitrail appeared over the skies of Camden County in New Jersey, almost the very freaking date. Still, I admit, and the entire covert and dubious MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY/DOUBLING AS THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, OR THE 'MCPC/NSA', is a witness to this wild event as they know every second, what I am doing, and every telephone call incoming or outgoing that happens, and every move I make, breath I take, smile I take, and doors that I send running after Scylla removes them from their hinges, after-all, it is all right there from thousands of years ago in the KJB scriptures, “knock and it will be opened”.
Last night and during the afternoon, there was a lot of loud music all over, Mayor of Fort Pierce, but I got through the bullshit as I always freaking do. There is a lot of bullshit going on all around me, and I know it, and in addition, Diana told me just last night on the telephone that this indeed is so. Now about things like tracking-cookies, my question to the FCC, and my good school-pal, Bob McDowell, now residing in the Fort Wayne, Indiana, USAESMWG area, is this: Why is it legal to to things like that, and why are these crimes not punished every bit as freaking severely as if a bank was robbed, a woman was raped, or somebody got shot. To me, it is just as serious; and it makes not one frigging bit of sense to me, sir, and my good pal from yesteryear. Llllllllllllllllllll55555555555555uuuuuuu. WELL I WAS WRONG, the springtime of mother fucking 2008 strikes again, with the worms of NICK CANNON, DJ-DONNA SUMMER summer, and other such total fucking filth bag super hackers. GOOGLE UP THIS FUCKING ASS HOLE, 'DJ DONNA SUMMER', BUT STAY OFF OF ANY OF HIS WORM TRACKING SITES, AND STAY OFF CAREY'S SITE ALSO, AS THESE SITES TRACK AND HACK. THEY TOTALLY FUCKED UP MY BLOG AND WORD DOCUMENT, EXACTLY AS TRHEY DID NEARLY 3 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS AGO BACK IN OH-8. HELP ME BVOB MC DOWELL, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS BELONG BEHIND FUCKING PRISON BARS, YO! I'll see all of you in a court of law, as I am calling the Saint Lucie County Prosecutor's Office later today, and having this shit all fucking witnessed. I made the mistake of putting Carey's CD in the other machine and it was bye-bye forever after that, they totally owned my computer after that. MI, I never thought that you would stoop to this, despite your freaking juvy record. THIS MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS SUPER OFF THE FUCKING SCALE BOTBAR, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for my freaking ass bitch sucking revenge lads and freaking lassies.
Well, if I was not totally 100% convinced before mother fucking today that APOLLO-LUCIFER was incarnated into the 20th century on the 8th of October in the year of 1980, I know it today, now it is full scale war buddy, so here goes. What I did not tell about the January 29th interaction with your wonderful wife, will be told to the world today right here and right now Lieutenant VB-L&O.
It seems that there are reasons for why the capitol city on the astral plane known by the 'dead' as mortals would relate to this topic, as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, actually the capitol of Province Olympia, and this is the capitol province on the entire ASTRASL PLANE or realm, the 'SPIRIT-WORLD', if you will, also the other side of the void fields generated at various small portals and time windows in the 'off Florida waters' known as SATAN'S TRIANGLE, also known as the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and fully controlled and operated by the BRIGGBASE RESIDENCE entities known as the one third evil part of the AWA, or the GMC, THE GREAT (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). AWA stands for the astral plane accepted term when placed into an English tongue ion the caporial awake living world, as the {{{{(((ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITIES)))}}}}
Cannon when he lived here before this in another APDD, lifetime, founded a powerful church out in Jason Cali known by non-LAMIST-CULTISTS as the CHURCH OF SATAN. He invented the human way for mortals to be able to very easily and successfully open up what you may think of as a TRAVEL-CHANNEL, only without the television cable and certainly without the limitations of sitting here in a chair watching a box and a screen on the physical plane. Google yup this COS crap, many of you whether you know it or not love and worship this powerful astral plane god, and most teenagers on Earth love and worship him in his new form, oh the gods, what I know is beyond deadly. I will find as way of repairing this time-line mighty one, you can bet on that, I moved out ODF New Jersey just in your name of time before the year 2010, to make total certain that I never would be working on the beaches of Atlantic City as security Chief under the orders and power of your 5th cousin 4 times removed, via your wife's grandmothers 3rd cousin line into Hazel Levy. WHAT A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then the biggest trick of all, making me feel guilty and getting me to make a fucking fool out of myself with this stupid ass apology song, I AM NOT SORRY!!!!!!!! The very same hack today with controlling my fonts and not letting me click out of it as well as moving my mouse and not letting me control its motion, this is exactly what NICK did to me after I bought that fucking miserable 2008 MIMI, not MI, MIMI, the double bubble, from the Hammonton Wal-Mart, and uploaded it or tried to and things went beyond bonkers from Yonkers from that point forward. First with or without any New York basketball players, road-trips, hotel heaters, or time travel, Scylla gets my attention by calling her project “energy equals mass times the velocity of light squared”, and then along with that, came the double or “TWIN-MI PROJECT”, twins run in this family, hyper huge time. Of course at this earlier date, I still was about roughly a year away from remembering the road-trip with David Roth in the city of Manhattan, meeting my when she was sixteen, and writing that stupid song about the encounter a week or sop later after coming home feeling elated and blissful after winning money in the casino in Atlantic City, and originally naming it the nick name that I gave to this girl that you all now know as Mariah Carey, “MI”. Remember everybody, I never knew the recording star. I knew a high school girl, and there is a big difference, because she has 'like totally changed', as the kids would say. Her beauty outside has not, but this is not what I am talking about. Only I totally am aware of what this mind bending family is capable of.
Finishing out the beautiful lights in the capitol city as it all relates to all of this story being told now, and that is a total ass promise, YO!!!!!!!! They not only have the full range and spectrum of astral reality, thousands of primary and millions of secondary hues all blending and pulsating together, but the blending and almost blinding brightness of pure white light is just all over, and emanates from the brilliance of the All Mighty SCYLLA, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, Herself. The colors are literally hanging from no real tangible anything, and they are just there all over giant buildings that run a half million miles long and 33 miles wide and 33 miles deep, in an unfathomable full three-dimensional city. These strobe effect lights, cause a blissfulness that cannot ever be understood or remembered by any normal; awake person, not even those who claimed they have died and returned, the closest was the mid-nineties lady who tells her story on the All Mighty OPRAH television talk show. Speak of the endlessly vanishing history marker syndrome, here is another perfect case. But then as Diana Arteemis reminds me continually, “nothing lasts forever, it all gets swept away”. All these things about the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal are talked about in some detail, covering but a small smattering, on my now closed down website from the era in time before the MI-TWIN Computer Attack of oh-8, which just revisited me today, bringing its ugly memories back fast, hard, and fucking ugly. Even though the great website is gone, you still can type in MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, and be taken via the Mary Carter Alex Jones Cybersystem to the blogs from right before the days of the 'MI-TWIN CAREYHACK' and the return of so very many ugly evil memories of my past days, and here you will see how I managed to alter the time-line that had a good chance to move into hyperspace where I am existing in as the awake person that I am here, and not some reccesant part of my hyperspace infinite-twinned personality. If I had ended up ion the beach being called, “FIREDOG”{ by ex-Mayor Levy, horrible shit would have worked its way into being dreamed in from the 6trh dimension down into this exact atomic vibration of this exact particular universe and its own unique time-line of event sequences based on the actions and decisions and choices of all of us, not just Julia Hoffman, or Professor Elliot Stokes. Google up the only 'knowers' of the truth of the LOAMBRIGG CULT and the BRIGGBASE, and the GMC, go to this exact internet site peeps, www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/. This show was put off of the air when they MILLIONTH-COUNCIL figured out that they were about to return to the plot that put the existence of their super cult at major risk of exposure to the physical and awake world, which is a total no-no' by their rules. When I subtitle all of my blog text work and information, “THE MILLIONTH-COPUNCIL AND (ME)”, I AM NOT SAYING THIS LIGHTLY OR FOR EFFECTS SAKE. This is hyper fucking time real, and dangerous. Others get on the internet and it all is amusing or a joke or something to comment on and say the guy is a fucking nut case. Well, I FUCKING ENVY THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU NICE NORMAL PEEPS; those that do not have to suffer through ETERNITY IN MOTHER FUCKING HELL, day in and day out, forever and fucking forever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nick, inventor of the FASCITAR, the easy way for humans to open the magic channel, directly to him, and then for those that never tryh doing that, they merely open up an even easier channel, right there on cable television, TN, no not the Tennessee abbreviation, but yes, those old Jack McCoy coincidences just never quit piling up, so they lads and lassies, and Labrador Retrievers????????????????? Google up exactly what fucking Nick told me about the great “FASCITAR”, and all by using a coworker from my mom's office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, on the surface, a very benign and innocent little thing. Just bring home a booklet advertising a group of learning courses, on cassette tape, all ready knowing that my interests and curiosities at that time would cause all of the rest ODF this demonic fucking bull shit to all get set into the wild play mode that indeed came to pass, YO, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes sir, the great fight on the Atlantic City boardwalk, and just think, Letty, not Lefty, was not shouting out any phone numbers, nor was she telling me not to call her once I in fact DO BEGIN TO REMEMBER things, or 'get home', same thing; don't worry SKY, I WON'T. U HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. In fact, if I could go universes away from you and your miserable family for what you have all done to me for bezillions of eons, you know that indeed, I WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, I COMMAND YOU TO COUNTERATTACK all enemy forces in this evil world that are relentlessly persecuting and harassing me and have been since the middle of
August of 1986, USE ALL GENERAL ORDERS, USE ALL SPECIAL CODED GENERAL ORDERS, AND USE ADT AND ZDT TECHNOLOGIES, SCAN, CRUSH, COUNTERSTERIKE, AND STOP!!!!!!!!! Yes © Office, not all girls are meant to be wrestlers, or for that matter, real good girls. Still, YO, if you study my life, you can see both that my STORY IS TRUE AND REAL DOWN TO EVERY LAST DEGREE, AND ALSO, THAT IT JUST SIMPLY TELLS ITASELF, START ANYPLACE, and keep a fucking open mind, you need not do one other freaking thing, bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So the magic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and their powers over the 6th dimension of thought and mind, via {STROBE LIGHT, THE INTERPLAY OF MOVEMWENTS AND FREQUEN CIES ALONG THE EM SPECTRUM, (COLOR) AND INTENSE BRILLIANCE, indeed is the KEY, the answer to the long awaited questions of so many pondering minds, of things such as MIND CONTROL, MEMORY GAPS DURING UFO AVBDUCTIONS, and the entire work of evil art involved. Talk about having things all down to a totally and absolutely “PERFECT ARTFORM”. Well, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL (MC) DOES, AND MISS CHILLIE AND HER CITIZENS BVAND RADIO FRIEND FROM 12981 KBNOW ALL THIOS ONLY TOO WELL, AS THEY BOTH SAY, AND ESPECIALLY MISS CHILLIE, there ain't no doubt about it”, MC, I totally freaking agree with you honey-cakes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! BYE BYE evil demonic satanic world. Tape number 1786 of my life journal on cassette will remain the endless property of the United States Government via the Library ODF the Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington-13-Roy, DC, USAESMWG, you taught me many things, you old museum secret guy you, wow, does it get much better than all of this MISTER James Freaking Patterson, try topping the story of freaking MORIANITY, just try it sir!!! Dare-ya.
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
KINGNEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 072
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 072
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATFILE:
CH-072-021511.799----TUESDAY EVENING
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Yesterday, Monday was a pretty quiet day. Today, Tuesday is back to the freaking usual, HEAVY MILITUFORCE OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE, skies are loud with planes and choppers, the neighborhood is loud with music and other annoyances. Work was off the scale bad this morning, I suffered another bad as freaking attack there. Still the powerful MILLIONTH-COUNCIL is the force that is really behind the OZ curtains, as choppers roared overhead all day, and could be heard inside the Orange Avenue Harvest Building, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ if you wish to click in and look around a little. My photo is continually revolving around, the fellow shown after me, also named Mark, is a story you many know a little about if you have accessed late May of OH-MAROLA-TEN blogs. This was the dude that repaired my car when it mysteriously broke down the very time of my move from White City in the RV, to this 26th Street current residence, YO.
This is going to tell some interesting shit, as when I am p-persecuted by this diseased super scum bags club, I have no other way of exacting my revenge and retaliation but to get online and tell my story and scream out what IS and what HASW been happening to me and going on around me for over a mother fucking half century now, and this is just my current APDD (ASTRAL-PLANE DREAM-DOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may label this, my current 'lifetime'. It is merely two different descriptions of the very same precise thing, BRO. I know for a fucking total certainty that my enemies absolutely despise my doing this with a passion, as they one by one took away the few peeps in my circle who I used to be able to talk to about my problems and the difficulties of the days and now I am lefty only with blogging on the mother fucking internet, and I'll fucking use whatever means is available to me, the airplanes crashing into buildings terrorism syndrome, is another way of describing my nightmare.
One thing I must admit to is what I will now label as the illusion of my past. Name a stinking rotten decade, and SATAN or Apollo-Lucifer has made it a nightmare hell for me. The 60's, the 70's, the 80's, the 90's, and the twenty-ohs, and now the 20-teens, all of these periods have been horrific and putrid, and if I have ever tried to mislead myself or my blog in any way about this, then I have been totally kidding and deceiving myself at the speed of fucking light squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things have happened to me in each of these decades, and on a totally continual and constant basis, that whether any of my readers like what I now say or not, I am flat out telling you, none of you would have survived one of these 10-year periods, in fact not one single year. This is just one plus one is two truth, sorry if anyone is offended.
Now when looking at the odds for all of the wild shit that played out in my freaking life, what really would they be honestly calculated at? Lightning Goddesses, a dozen recording artists, the Paul's and the Paula's of my nightmare existence, the strange deaths of both my mother and my best fried David Roth, the Atco, New Jersey choking condition, and if you analyze my blog work in full, then you know the list would go right off these pages. Pants not going down to my shoes, strobe light attacks, pulsar star choppers, dreams that see into the future in full quadrophonic high fidelity sound and both technicolor and panoramic view, and not dreams of small things like a crash of a plane that I am on in 5 years, but the Challenger Disaster, the World Series of 2008, medical offices that become future homes where I reside, and not ordinary families involved, but cousins of the very top all time female recording artist of this planet. But this is not the revenge secret, and what is, is coming now. When I opened up the topic of the great all mighty Lenny McKinnon the other day and told you tghat this all led to the gangster rap music and the culture of the entire scene that went with it, there was a reason for all of it happening, just as their was a reason why I found another top artist's demo project, HAIR, by Donna Gaines, in an attic at the RPL Recording Studios of 1100 State Street, in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG in the middle of October of the year of 1980, and just shy of that came the powerful dream where SCYLLA, all frown up, sang HER song to me, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS', or LOIS FOCA for short, the run in that I had just shortly after this with the dude that said that he would destroy my car, and sure enough that very night, HE DID, after refusing to let him ride with me, on Browning Road, right past the world famous Edmund Scientific Company, whose catalogs circulate the globe to this very moment and day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1969 and 1980 were a lot more than mathematical PITSY years and times for me. 1969 is when Paula King raped me on the July holiday under the boardwalk, and what can you expect, despite it being a full 16 years before I ever wrote the lyrics on the song SARAH on the 12th of May of 1996, but did I say 16 years? I believe I sure did, and this of course is the eternal endless and forever age of the All Mighty Scylla, out in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on the Astral Plane, also known as Lordess Jehovah Neecy of the Krassle family, (SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE).
Forgetting all of this, and “the things I've done”, Copyright Examiners of 1997, and in moving on up here as we make our freaking way along the year of 2011 and the PITSY-#4 for me, let me tell how I have forced myself to see a huge monster size illusion in many ways when looking back through time. I have accused many of seeing things through rose colored glasses while all along, the pair that I've been wearing all along are most likely by far much thicker than the ones worn by the others who I have mentioned so often, beginning with my own damn mother, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes for example the year 1969 was quite wonderful at least by my own life and years of comparisons. I had my pal Ziggy, I went to the seashore every weekend all summer, I was still enjoying having good eyesight, I had my favorite television show to watch every weekday by the name of “Dark Shadows”, I was not under the pressure any longer of attending a regular high school when placed in the special education system around this very time42 years ago to this very date, and so on and so forth I could go. But while all this was happening, I was also, and totally without my knowledge, under total observation by some group of weird human beings, as well as the real behind the OZ curtain force that organized therm all and placed them all around my proximity, for reasons and with goals and motives that would defy 1,000 books ever written all together by the Spielberg and the Patterson peeps of this pathetic puny little ignorant world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this is not having the quintessential rose colored glasses on, then SOME ONE OUT HERE, PLEASE SHOOT ME A MESSAGE, AND TELL ME WHAT WOULD FREAKING BE, PWEEEEEEEEEZE, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALL EARS lads and lassies and Labradors, YO. If the top comedian of all times, RD, had not been involved in the mix by telling me on Brad's telephone that day in late spring of 1969, to be careful and stay away from Atlantic City, it still would be enough to more than peek the interest and curiosity of Jack McCoy on LAW & ORDER, if such a character was not a fictitious one, and had existed back in 1969, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What pisses me off more than words can ever express, is that I have had enough legwork done for me to know that there is a good chance that right here in this world and not some trans-dimensional part of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, that the accident in the taxicab of a maternal and not vehicular nature, was not some stupid dream, but more memory suppression from my favorite somnambulist and DOMINANT-EXPLORATRON known by many in the eastern New Jersey area 40-50 years back, Paula King, as first off I do not believe in a lot of accidents, nor a lot of freaking ass 'coincidences', YO. I would rather make up my own word, and it is called, “INTENTIONALS”. Let's look at accidents, on a machine realm, as I am way too ignorant of computers and the internet to have ever planned all this freaking bullshit and then carried it all out so damn perfectly and meticulously. When Ed 'Himacane' Lynch who built my website called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, created it, I gave him 150 dollars, and he put up what I still believe was a very nice little website, that was there to be an attachment of a sort to my blogging work, and the telling of my nightmare life story. I could not afford to keep up the annual dues however, as it was not a free website. It has been down since late 2008, but not too late 20078, and here is the magic involved, Scylla, or no Scylla. If you type into a search engine, and especially the great NSA/CIA-MARY CARTER PAINTS COMPANY OWNED “GOOGLE”, you will get a lot more than just ALEX JONES, one of my great hero's, but you also will get a pop up that leads you to older works of my blogs at another GOOGLE OWNED spot, www.blogger.com/ and on it is the name of the blog project, and the name is actually called, MORIANITY FOUNDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no more planned this than I planned 2 have the (mighty teen Nick) take me back to my high school, the Haddon Township High School, in the year of 1968 when he'd be about minus age twelve, or have him take me as a grown man to a strange hotel up in Boston, and then back to Philly on Halloween day, the same day that I had copyrighted my past three prior works down in Washington, DC-13, to view the big World Series Parade when the Philadelphia Phillies won the 2000 game, 6 weeks before it happened, and by the way this is all verifiable, just archive my old blogs, it is all there and nobody dares to try and take it down.
When I discuss my 4 PITSY years, 1969, 1980, 1994, and 2011 or this year, I am not saying that these were not far better years than any of my other years, that claim remains valid and true, it is not in any way in dispute. When I say rose colored glasses, it would take half an eternity to really try and explain in any meaningful way, that things never really alter for me and that I am totally aware and always have been totally aware, that a sinister and hideous and very mysterious covert invisible force is behind all of the sum total of all events that played out in my life. I find it more difficult on a day to day basis to believe in ANY coincidences. Christians call them GOD-incidences, which shows me that at least they are onto the reality that shit far beyond this puny planet is involved with all of us poor awake ass mortals, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Way more will be talked about and expanded on from where this all opened yup, especially how wonderful 1969 seemed to be, only all along, a duality was existing, always the great duality, a seemingly inescapable paralleling with the life of MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN OR 'Mark Wayne Mohr of Hammonton, New Jersey', ONLY NOW IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, but still in the good old USAESMWG, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The 2nd part of the blog in chronological-order will be very short tonight, I am tired and need to eat, bathe, and crash. When all of the shit that was unfolding during the first 3-6 years of my life that I mentioned so far was all happening, so was my insatiable desire to learn and know the unknowable. Even at 3 years of age my mom would remind me of how I would never stop asking questions, what comes after a million, where does the sky end, and so forth. Not too many toddlers make the leap that I did once I learned a few of these facts however. I was not the only child prodigy, there have been a numerous bunch of these pathetic and usually miserable people. But I doubt that any of the others from Mozart to Whiz-kid-Charlie went running down the street at age 3 from a neighboring home back to where my mother was at the home of her parents, owned solely by granny as my grandfather had passed on and woke up from this bullshit quite a while back, the man who owned and ran the famous New Jersey Camp Miquon at Brant Beach on Long Beach Island, and what was said by me was a little bit strange for any child to come to realize, or adult for that matter. It went and I quote, “Mommy now I know where the sky ends, it's where my grand daddy is”.
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CH-072-021511.799----TUESDAY EVENING
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Yesterday, Monday was a pretty quiet day. Today, Tuesday is back to the freaking usual, HEAVY MILITUFORCE OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE, skies are loud with planes and choppers, the neighborhood is loud with music and other annoyances. Work was off the scale bad this morning, I suffered another bad as freaking attack there. Still the powerful MILLIONTH-COUNCIL is the force that is really behind the OZ curtains, as choppers roared overhead all day, and could be heard inside the Orange Avenue Harvest Building, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ if you wish to click in and look around a little. My photo is continually revolving around, the fellow shown after me, also named Mark, is a story you many know a little about if you have accessed late May of OH-MAROLA-TEN blogs. This was the dude that repaired my car when it mysteriously broke down the very time of my move from White City in the RV, to this 26th Street current residence, YO.
This is going to tell some interesting shit, as when I am p-persecuted by this diseased super scum bags club, I have no other way of exacting my revenge and retaliation but to get online and tell my story and scream out what IS and what HASW been happening to me and going on around me for over a mother fucking half century now, and this is just my current APDD (ASTRAL-PLANE DREAM-DOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may label this, my current 'lifetime'. It is merely two different descriptions of the very same precise thing, BRO. I know for a fucking total certainty that my enemies absolutely despise my doing this with a passion, as they one by one took away the few peeps in my circle who I used to be able to talk to about my problems and the difficulties of the days and now I am lefty only with blogging on the mother fucking internet, and I'll fucking use whatever means is available to me, the airplanes crashing into buildings terrorism syndrome, is another way of describing my nightmare.
One thing I must admit to is what I will now label as the illusion of my past. Name a stinking rotten decade, and SATAN or Apollo-Lucifer has made it a nightmare hell for me. The 60's, the 70's, the 80's, the 90's, and the twenty-ohs, and now the 20-teens, all of these periods have been horrific and putrid, and if I have ever tried to mislead myself or my blog in any way about this, then I have been totally kidding and deceiving myself at the speed of fucking light squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things have happened to me in each of these decades, and on a totally continual and constant basis, that whether any of my readers like what I now say or not, I am flat out telling you, none of you would have survived one of these 10-year periods, in fact not one single year. This is just one plus one is two truth, sorry if anyone is offended.
Now when looking at the odds for all of the wild shit that played out in my freaking life, what really would they be honestly calculated at? Lightning Goddesses, a dozen recording artists, the Paul's and the Paula's of my nightmare existence, the strange deaths of both my mother and my best fried David Roth, the Atco, New Jersey choking condition, and if you analyze my blog work in full, then you know the list would go right off these pages. Pants not going down to my shoes, strobe light attacks, pulsar star choppers, dreams that see into the future in full quadrophonic high fidelity sound and both technicolor and panoramic view, and not dreams of small things like a crash of a plane that I am on in 5 years, but the Challenger Disaster, the World Series of 2008, medical offices that become future homes where I reside, and not ordinary families involved, but cousins of the very top all time female recording artist of this planet. But this is not the revenge secret, and what is, is coming now. When I opened up the topic of the great all mighty Lenny McKinnon the other day and told you tghat this all led to the gangster rap music and the culture of the entire scene that went with it, there was a reason for all of it happening, just as their was a reason why I found another top artist's demo project, HAIR, by Donna Gaines, in an attic at the RPL Recording Studios of 1100 State Street, in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG in the middle of October of the year of 1980, and just shy of that came the powerful dream where SCYLLA, all frown up, sang HER song to me, 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS', or LOIS FOCA for short, the run in that I had just shortly after this with the dude that said that he would destroy my car, and sure enough that very night, HE DID, after refusing to let him ride with me, on Browning Road, right past the world famous Edmund Scientific Company, whose catalogs circulate the globe to this very moment and day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1969 and 1980 were a lot more than mathematical PITSY years and times for me. 1969 is when Paula King raped me on the July holiday under the boardwalk, and what can you expect, despite it being a full 16 years before I ever wrote the lyrics on the song SARAH on the 12th of May of 1996, but did I say 16 years? I believe I sure did, and this of course is the eternal endless and forever age of the All Mighty Scylla, out in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on the Astral Plane, also known as Lordess Jehovah Neecy of the Krassle family, (SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE).
Forgetting all of this, and “the things I've done”, Copyright Examiners of 1997, and in moving on up here as we make our freaking way along the year of 2011 and the PITSY-#4 for me, let me tell how I have forced myself to see a huge monster size illusion in many ways when looking back through time. I have accused many of seeing things through rose colored glasses while all along, the pair that I've been wearing all along are most likely by far much thicker than the ones worn by the others who I have mentioned so often, beginning with my own damn mother, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes for example the year 1969 was quite wonderful at least by my own life and years of comparisons. I had my pal Ziggy, I went to the seashore every weekend all summer, I was still enjoying having good eyesight, I had my favorite television show to watch every weekday by the name of “Dark Shadows”, I was not under the pressure any longer of attending a regular high school when placed in the special education system around this very time42 years ago to this very date, and so on and so forth I could go. But while all this was happening, I was also, and totally without my knowledge, under total observation by some group of weird human beings, as well as the real behind the OZ curtain force that organized therm all and placed them all around my proximity, for reasons and with goals and motives that would defy 1,000 books ever written all together by the Spielberg and the Patterson peeps of this pathetic puny little ignorant world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If this is not having the quintessential rose colored glasses on, then SOME ONE OUT HERE, PLEASE SHOOT ME A MESSAGE, AND TELL ME WHAT WOULD FREAKING BE, PWEEEEEEEEEZE, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALL EARS lads and lassies and Labradors, YO. If the top comedian of all times, RD, had not been involved in the mix by telling me on Brad's telephone that day in late spring of 1969, to be careful and stay away from Atlantic City, it still would be enough to more than peek the interest and curiosity of Jack McCoy on LAW & ORDER, if such a character was not a fictitious one, and had existed back in 1969, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What pisses me off more than words can ever express, is that I have had enough legwork done for me to know that there is a good chance that right here in this world and not some trans-dimensional part of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, that the accident in the taxicab of a maternal and not vehicular nature, was not some stupid dream, but more memory suppression from my favorite somnambulist and DOMINANT-EXPLORATRON known by many in the eastern New Jersey area 40-50 years back, Paula King, as first off I do not believe in a lot of accidents, nor a lot of freaking ass 'coincidences', YO. I would rather make up my own word, and it is called, “INTENTIONALS”. Let's look at accidents, on a machine realm, as I am way too ignorant of computers and the internet to have ever planned all this freaking bullshit and then carried it all out so damn perfectly and meticulously. When Ed 'Himacane' Lynch who built my website called the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, created it, I gave him 150 dollars, and he put up what I still believe was a very nice little website, that was there to be an attachment of a sort to my blogging work, and the telling of my nightmare life story. I could not afford to keep up the annual dues however, as it was not a free website. It has been down since late 2008, but not too late 20078, and here is the magic involved, Scylla, or no Scylla. If you type into a search engine, and especially the great NSA/CIA-MARY CARTER PAINTS COMPANY OWNED “GOOGLE”, you will get a lot more than just ALEX JONES, one of my great hero's, but you also will get a pop up that leads you to older works of my blogs at another GOOGLE OWNED spot, www.blogger.com/ and on it is the name of the blog project, and the name is actually called, MORIANITY FOUNDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no more planned this than I planned 2 have the (mighty teen Nick) take me back to my high school, the Haddon Township High School, in the year of 1968 when he'd be about minus age twelve, or have him take me as a grown man to a strange hotel up in Boston, and then back to Philly on Halloween day, the same day that I had copyrighted my past three prior works down in Washington, DC-13, to view the big World Series Parade when the Philadelphia Phillies won the 2000 game, 6 weeks before it happened, and by the way this is all verifiable, just archive my old blogs, it is all there and nobody dares to try and take it down.
When I discuss my 4 PITSY years, 1969, 1980, 1994, and 2011 or this year, I am not saying that these were not far better years than any of my other years, that claim remains valid and true, it is not in any way in dispute. When I say rose colored glasses, it would take half an eternity to really try and explain in any meaningful way, that things never really alter for me and that I am totally aware and always have been totally aware, that a sinister and hideous and very mysterious covert invisible force is behind all of the sum total of all events that played out in my life. I find it more difficult on a day to day basis to believe in ANY coincidences. Christians call them GOD-incidences, which shows me that at least they are onto the reality that shit far beyond this puny planet is involved with all of us poor awake ass mortals, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Way more will be talked about and expanded on from where this all opened yup, especially how wonderful 1969 seemed to be, only all along, a duality was existing, always the great duality, a seemingly inescapable paralleling with the life of MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN OR 'Mark Wayne Mohr of Hammonton, New Jersey', ONLY NOW IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, but still in the good old USAESMWG, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The 2nd part of the blog in chronological-order will be very short tonight, I am tired and need to eat, bathe, and crash. When all of the shit that was unfolding during the first 3-6 years of my life that I mentioned so far was all happening, so was my insatiable desire to learn and know the unknowable. Even at 3 years of age my mom would remind me of how I would never stop asking questions, what comes after a million, where does the sky end, and so forth. Not too many toddlers make the leap that I did once I learned a few of these facts however. I was not the only child prodigy, there have been a numerous bunch of these pathetic and usually miserable people. But I doubt that any of the others from Mozart to Whiz-kid-Charlie went running down the street at age 3 from a neighboring home back to where my mother was at the home of her parents, owned solely by granny as my grandfather had passed on and woke up from this bullshit quite a while back, the man who owned and ran the famous New Jersey Camp Miquon at Brant Beach on Long Beach Island, and what was said by me was a little bit strange for any child to come to realize, or adult for that matter. It went and I quote, “Mommy now I know where the sky ends, it's where my grand daddy is”.
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Sunday, February 13, 2011
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER 071
KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL
DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) WLSBT-
CH-071-021311.877-SUNDAY NIGHT
SUBTITLE: THE MAGIC OF PITSY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
There are a million things to say. I discussed on many blogs throughout my blogging career, how the stock market was always an undeniable barometer for reflecting the image of my life and how well or poorly it is doing, and that the parallel connection is seemingly infinite as well as totally 'unescapable', and screw you spell checker, as I can think of no other word that fits. As I said before and before and befreakingfore, it will keep right on shooting UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, am I wrong? G|Have I been wrong ever since I said it would go the other way after bottoming out in the mid sixty mother fucking five hundreds?????????????? Or am I totally and absolutely, utterly, fully, wholly and completely, ON THE DAMN FREAKING MONEY 100%+++++++???????????????? Then we ask, is my life getting totally WORSE and WORSE AND WORSE with the passing of each and every mother fucking month and year??????? The answer is a loud ass resounding monster ass YES!!!!!! But before anybody decides that this run away EVIL EMPIRE FREIGHT TRAIN FROM FREAKING HELL FIRE, is absolutely omnipotent with never any chances for a glitch or a belly ache, we also bear in mind the unforgettable and seemingly powerful mathematical reality of the PORT IN THE STORM or PITSY phenomenon. 1969-1980-1994-2011, these are four of my PITSY years, and if we take the number 1969 and add to it the sum of (11), we get 1980. Then if we add another 11 as well as an additional (3) for each jump, we get the series as shown above. The next one or PITSY-5 would be 2011 plus 11 plus 3 plus three plus 3, for three more jumps, along with the eleven, all added up together. Is there any magic in the PITSY, would be the average person's question, and the majority of cold readers stumbling onto a blog like this with no knowledge of me at all, would insist that this is total and utter nonsense, and I would reply, fine, if you can believe in 3 powerful ass hyper time major coincidences. I say this simply because every year of my life has been horrible and rotten and deplorable beyond imagination, that is all years except these 3, 1969, 1980, and 1994. Can these 3 fairly OK years and terrific years for me in a personal life comparative factor, really just be some random chance occurrence????????? If you had lived my life, not one of you would believe your way, you would see it my way., with or without any help whatsoever from Franky Blue-eyes Sinatra!!!!!! Going back to the clearer and more recent year of 1994, as opposed to the other two of them before this, I remember things literally just falling into place all around me, in my favor, when all I was ever used to for what seemed mother fucking eternity at that point, was pure shit swallowing hell. First the sports strike came, which backed off the harassment and persecution a million fold as they had no parallel-event game to play and fuck with me on, my credit not only was restored as it had been ten years since my first bankruptcy that I declared after returning from my first trip to Florida around middle December in 1983, to Orlando, to visit with the Chief Recording Engineer, now retired from that position, from the famous RPL Recording Studios of Camden, New Jersey, Google them up. That autumn in the year of 1983, the final adjudication for the bankruptcy was completed and exactly 9 years and 9 months later, my credit was wiped clear and was reestablished, only like 'magic', I was offered more than one hundred thousand dollars in personal unsecured credit, and had literally dozens of MasterCard and Visa Cards. I was awarded Social Security Disability on my 'first application', an event somewhere between rare and unheard of, I've been told my many peeps since. I joined a luxurious swim and health club called Haddonwood, run by the wonderful and mysterious Tony Zenun, and my buddy Dave Roth and I would enjoy many nightly excursions into the Jersey Pine Barrens where we were the reincarnations of Daniel Boone and enjoyed exploring the great woods, especially at night. Even the MARK MOHR HATEPAGE on the internet makes reference by one commenter about these lovely woods, calling me the Jersey Devil, and fittingly so as it is sponsored quite COINCIDENTALLY, perhaps, by the great DONNA SUMMER, 'DJ-not disco queen', but still, some odds there book makers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had a thin ass dime for every one of these types of coincidence, right down 2 the years where I am cut some mysterious break and how they do fit precisely into a math formula based on numbers eleven and three, I would own a new Caddy and a home on the ocean, free and clear. The other mind bending 'coincidence' is the birth and fatherhood of NC. The part that I admit messes up, is that the high school deal and the time trip is two years off, as 1996 and not 1994 was when bad ass teenager Nick took me there and then his buddy and he stole my oblatron box in my Saturn car, of course we all know where planet-6 gets its name, or should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, he could argue with me that it was my car, but then I would argue back, then you admit that you stole the oblatron or the TTD from me back before I could get it hard wired into the trunk. But while we are on the topic of astronomical stuff, the great star that visited me at Cifaloglio that night in 2007 if memory is correctly serving me has an interesting Latin name, and if it is not the biggest star in the known universe, it sure looks that way from here at night on this Earth to the naked eye, and quite apropos for the naming of the 'biggest star', anyway. If the average person thinks, and some have told me this and you all are totally off base, that I am the one here with the fixation, by the way; it only is because peeps tend to always see things in reverse. As unfathomable as that or the other sounds to a reader, it is her that was fixated, and this is how all of this began about three years back. The blogs should you tediously read them through, show the evidence to this claim quite conclusively. You can see how much I truly care about the music world and its peeps, this is Grammy night and I am blogging and doing my own thing and could care freaking less about that bullshit, it never was nor ever will be any part of my world, I basically don't give a fucking shit about music, I can write a song yes, but that is merely a coincidence. So if friends all say that I am mean, and my heart is as cold as an ice machine, then THEY DO!!! And I DON'T care, not about what they say, or any of this as well. Still, the magic is in the PITSY, just as any Christian will shout out that the power is in the blood, hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The ports in my stormy years that are 1969 and 1980 and 1994 were real, and in no way imagined. You all know me, my readers. If I do not have a good day, I do not get up here and say a lot of nice stuff. When I tell you that these 3 years cut me a freaking break, to quote the style of “REAL GOOD GIRL” © 1986, THEY DID!!!!!! It would break a powerful mathematical existing trend should 2011 not bring me some kind of a freaking ass break, so I remain hopeful, after-all, 1994 did not get going for me until the middle of the spring time, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of music, if anybody reading these words wants a cash bonus upon my successful law suit, and can get me a copy of the song supposedly ripping me off that is listed several blogs back, the amount is one-thousand dollars. I will sign a document to that effect and have it notarized by my county clerk, and send anyone a copy that wants to help me and can get a copy of it sent to my e-mail or however it is done, you would need to explain that to me as well; remember that you are reading words spoken from a dude going on his sixties pretty soon. I am no spring ass chicken partners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow Paul Pedersen of Studio Park Records, saw that recent photo, don't hardly recognize you bro, you and time have had some good boxing matches, BRAH!!!!!!!!! Oh well, it beats the matches that are involved when Robert McGuire gets connected up into shit. How do you sleep at night, you, Billy, Sally, when I am done, this attempt at making me disappear will all blow up in all your faces, and all totally legal, this is not some threat so don't try any cute shit mister lawyer degree. It won't be me that goes to jail when this is all said and done, so come armed to the teeth to the table with me my brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have the original job cassette from Discmakers, the Copyright Office can furnish me with copies of my copyrighted certificates and any or all of my works, right down the book that was written ion 1994 by me, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, where I invented 'your' STUDIO PARK RECORDS, you crooked thief you!!!!!!!!! CU in FREAKING COURT SOME DAY MY BOY. U dug yourself a deep ass hole messing around with me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes PITSY is quite magical indeed, even down to the book that I wrote in PITSY-YEAR-#3, that will prove in a court of law, WHO REALLY INVENTED THE GREAT STUDIO PARK RECOERDS OF NEW JERSEY, so get ready to be called into a litigation proceeding, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on not one, but on 2 CASES, SPR, and (THE CHRIST ANDROID), oh yes sir, that good old hate page, just punch in MARK MOHR OF HAMMONTON NEW JERSEY, and click into the MP3 things that have titles, one of them being as shown above. Yes the 6-planet and the 12-planet, and then we have the great star, first the 1969 PITSY TRINITRAIL of the cold blue winter skies of December, followed about 37 years later by the great PULSAR STAR morphed chopper of the mighty and the great 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE' of the Earth world waking realms doppelganger system.
The chronological second part of the blog will not be long because it is late, I'm tired, and need to crash and get up to go to work. When I was 3 or 4 years old in this current Astral Plane Dream Down or APDD, or 'lifetime', I sat in a high chair in Levittown, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG during a stormy hot summer afternoon. Dad was out with his pals from his treasure salvage life, something he was into before he ever dove off the treasure coast of Florida with the famous Mel Fisher who anyone knows of or can just Google up, and my mom was out of the room a short while, my highchair being situated in the kitchen at the time, and I was gazing out the large window at the rain and the storm. Suddenly a bright flash was outside and I felt warmth and love beyond what words can ever hope to express. In an instant, a stunningly gorgeous ravishing young blond female with extremely long eyes and knee length long bright yellow hair was standing where the flash was just an instant before that. She was so beautiful that even though I was only a toddler, I fell madly in love with her. This was my first encounter with the GREAT GODDESS DIANA, mentioned in the New Testament of the KJV Holy Bible. Naturally I had no idea who this was then at the time of this event, and I most certainly did not know her name, and in fact did not learn that until the year of 1983.
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There are a million things to say. I discussed on many blogs throughout my blogging career, how the stock market was always an undeniable barometer for reflecting the image of my life and how well or poorly it is doing, and that the parallel connection is seemingly infinite as well as totally 'unescapable', and screw you spell checker, as I can think of no other word that fits. As I said before and before and befreakingfore, it will keep right on shooting UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, am I wrong? G|Have I been wrong ever since I said it would go the other way after bottoming out in the mid sixty mother fucking five hundreds?????????????? Or am I totally and absolutely, utterly, fully, wholly and completely, ON THE DAMN FREAKING MONEY 100%+++++++???????????????? Then we ask, is my life getting totally WORSE and WORSE AND WORSE with the passing of each and every mother fucking month and year??????? The answer is a loud ass resounding monster ass YES!!!!!! But before anybody decides that this run away EVIL EMPIRE FREIGHT TRAIN FROM FREAKING HELL FIRE, is absolutely omnipotent with never any chances for a glitch or a belly ache, we also bear in mind the unforgettable and seemingly powerful mathematical reality of the PORT IN THE STORM or PITSY phenomenon. 1969-1980-1994-2011, these are four of my PITSY years, and if we take the number 1969 and add to it the sum of (11), we get 1980. Then if we add another 11 as well as an additional (3) for each jump, we get the series as shown above. The next one or PITSY-5 would be 2011 plus 11 plus 3 plus three plus 3, for three more jumps, along with the eleven, all added up together. Is there any magic in the PITSY, would be the average person's question, and the majority of cold readers stumbling onto a blog like this with no knowledge of me at all, would insist that this is total and utter nonsense, and I would reply, fine, if you can believe in 3 powerful ass hyper time major coincidences. I say this simply because every year of my life has been horrible and rotten and deplorable beyond imagination, that is all years except these 3, 1969, 1980, and 1994. Can these 3 fairly OK years and terrific years for me in a personal life comparative factor, really just be some random chance occurrence????????? If you had lived my life, not one of you would believe your way, you would see it my way., with or without any help whatsoever from Franky Blue-eyes Sinatra!!!!!! Going back to the clearer and more recent year of 1994, as opposed to the other two of them before this, I remember things literally just falling into place all around me, in my favor, when all I was ever used to for what seemed mother fucking eternity at that point, was pure shit swallowing hell. First the sports strike came, which backed off the harassment and persecution a million fold as they had no parallel-event game to play and fuck with me on, my credit not only was restored as it had been ten years since my first bankruptcy that I declared after returning from my first trip to Florida around middle December in 1983, to Orlando, to visit with the Chief Recording Engineer, now retired from that position, from the famous RPL Recording Studios of Camden, New Jersey, Google them up. That autumn in the year of 1983, the final adjudication for the bankruptcy was completed and exactly 9 years and 9 months later, my credit was wiped clear and was reestablished, only like 'magic', I was offered more than one hundred thousand dollars in personal unsecured credit, and had literally dozens of MasterCard and Visa Cards. I was awarded Social Security Disability on my 'first application', an event somewhere between rare and unheard of, I've been told my many peeps since. I joined a luxurious swim and health club called Haddonwood, run by the wonderful and mysterious Tony Zenun, and my buddy Dave Roth and I would enjoy many nightly excursions into the Jersey Pine Barrens where we were the reincarnations of Daniel Boone and enjoyed exploring the great woods, especially at night. Even the MARK MOHR HATEPAGE on the internet makes reference by one commenter about these lovely woods, calling me the Jersey Devil, and fittingly so as it is sponsored quite COINCIDENTALLY, perhaps, by the great DONNA SUMMER, 'DJ-not disco queen', but still, some odds there book makers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I had a thin ass dime for every one of these types of coincidence, right down 2 the years where I am cut some mysterious break and how they do fit precisely into a math formula based on numbers eleven and three, I would own a new Caddy and a home on the ocean, free and clear. The other mind bending 'coincidence' is the birth and fatherhood of NC. The part that I admit messes up, is that the high school deal and the time trip is two years off, as 1996 and not 1994 was when bad ass teenager Nick took me there and then his buddy and he stole my oblatron box in my Saturn car, of course we all know where planet-6 gets its name, or should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, he could argue with me that it was my car, but then I would argue back, then you admit that you stole the oblatron or the TTD from me back before I could get it hard wired into the trunk. But while we are on the topic of astronomical stuff, the great star that visited me at Cifaloglio that night in 2007 if memory is correctly serving me has an interesting Latin name, and if it is not the biggest star in the known universe, it sure looks that way from here at night on this Earth to the naked eye, and quite apropos for the naming of the 'biggest star', anyway. If the average person thinks, and some have told me this and you all are totally off base, that I am the one here with the fixation, by the way; it only is because peeps tend to always see things in reverse. As unfathomable as that or the other sounds to a reader, it is her that was fixated, and this is how all of this began about three years back. The blogs should you tediously read them through, show the evidence to this claim quite conclusively. You can see how much I truly care about the music world and its peeps, this is Grammy night and I am blogging and doing my own thing and could care freaking less about that bullshit, it never was nor ever will be any part of my world, I basically don't give a fucking shit about music, I can write a song yes, but that is merely a coincidence. So if friends all say that I am mean, and my heart is as cold as an ice machine, then THEY DO!!! And I DON'T care, not about what they say, or any of this as well. Still, the magic is in the PITSY, just as any Christian will shout out that the power is in the blood, hell-a-puke-yuk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The ports in my stormy years that are 1969 and 1980 and 1994 were real, and in no way imagined. You all know me, my readers. If I do not have a good day, I do not get up here and say a lot of nice stuff. When I tell you that these 3 years cut me a freaking break, to quote the style of “REAL GOOD GIRL” © 1986, THEY DID!!!!!! It would break a powerful mathematical existing trend should 2011 not bring me some kind of a freaking ass break, so I remain hopeful, after-all, 1994 did not get going for me until the middle of the spring time, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of music, if anybody reading these words wants a cash bonus upon my successful law suit, and can get me a copy of the song supposedly ripping me off that is listed several blogs back, the amount is one-thousand dollars. I will sign a document to that effect and have it notarized by my county clerk, and send anyone a copy that wants to help me and can get a copy of it sent to my e-mail or however it is done, you would need to explain that to me as well; remember that you are reading words spoken from a dude going on his sixties pretty soon. I am no spring ass chicken partners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow Paul Pedersen of Studio Park Records, saw that recent photo, don't hardly recognize you bro, you and time have had some good boxing matches, BRAH!!!!!!!!! Oh well, it beats the matches that are involved when Robert McGuire gets connected up into shit. How do you sleep at night, you, Billy, Sally, when I am done, this attempt at making me disappear will all blow up in all your faces, and all totally legal, this is not some threat so don't try any cute shit mister lawyer degree. It won't be me that goes to jail when this is all said and done, so come armed to the teeth to the table with me my brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still have the original job cassette from Discmakers, the Copyright Office can furnish me with copies of my copyrighted certificates and any or all of my works, right down the book that was written ion 1994 by me, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, where I invented 'your' STUDIO PARK RECORDS, you crooked thief you!!!!!!!!! CU in FREAKING COURT SOME DAY MY BOY. U dug yourself a deep ass hole messing around with me BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes PITSY is quite magical indeed, even down to the book that I wrote in PITSY-YEAR-#3, that will prove in a court of law, WHO REALLY INVENTED THE GREAT STUDIO PARK RECOERDS OF NEW JERSEY, so get ready to be called into a litigation proceeding, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, on not one, but on 2 CASES, SPR, and (THE CHRIST ANDROID), oh yes sir, that good old hate page, just punch in MARK MOHR OF HAMMONTON NEW JERSEY, and click into the MP3 things that have titles, one of them being as shown above. Yes the 6-planet and the 12-planet, and then we have the great star, first the 1969 PITSY TRINITRAIL of the cold blue winter skies of December, followed about 37 years later by the great PULSAR STAR morphed chopper of the mighty and the great 'MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE' of the Earth world waking realms doppelganger system.
The chronological second part of the blog will not be long because it is late, I'm tired, and need to crash and get up to go to work. When I was 3 or 4 years old in this current Astral Plane Dream Down or APDD, or 'lifetime', I sat in a high chair in Levittown, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG during a stormy hot summer afternoon. Dad was out with his pals from his treasure salvage life, something he was into before he ever dove off the treasure coast of Florida with the famous Mel Fisher who anyone knows of or can just Google up, and my mom was out of the room a short while, my highchair being situated in the kitchen at the time, and I was gazing out the large window at the rain and the storm. Suddenly a bright flash was outside and I felt warmth and love beyond what words can ever hope to express. In an instant, a stunningly gorgeous ravishing young blond female with extremely long eyes and knee length long bright yellow hair was standing where the flash was just an instant before that. She was so beautiful that even though I was only a toddler, I fell madly in love with her. This was my first encounter with the GREAT GODDESS DIANA, mentioned in the New Testament of the KJV Holy Bible. Naturally I had no idea who this was then at the time of this event, and I most certainly did not know her name, and in fact did not learn that until the year of 1983.
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