SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0427
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
“QUERIES
RESPONDED TO BASED ON ACCURACY
AND
HONESTY OF THE ASKER, AND IN TIMELY ORDER”
BEGIN
BLOG:
For
the record, my record, the opening is my own Q&A, but all things
tie into all lives, we all are nothing but dots that have lines
through them in their more natural state at a singularity. In
individuality forms and modes, quite naturally, much more sleuth work
is needed to get a door to open when knocking Biblically on it.
Still, it always opens, and based on the honesty and accuracy of the
asker, the proper response to all legitimate query is never refused
an asker, this would violate lawtronics in the 7th
dimension, it won't ever be the case, I assure the world of this
truth and reality.
To
remind readers once again that are not reading this blog at the site
blogger dot com, you can get better visuals on my blogs, clearer
print, and colorized for nicer appearance and better internet
appreciation in general as all things are responded to on levels of
cosmetic value. This should not be the case in life, but what should
be and what is, are always going to be two totally different things
and we all know this if we are older than about three and a half
years or so, or we certainly should. So wherever you may be stumbling
into the zones of the once quite well known artist known as Susie
Quattro, if it is not on the blogger site and you want to read a
better cosmetic value blog, same words and message, just merely a
slight jump in visual quality, use the proper URL address to take you
there. This would be folks:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and now let us move this along.
The
years of 1978-1983 were roughly five years of wild quantum physics
that was applied to my own personal life, without my knowledge at the
time, later to learn however, that time is not that solid or
trustworthy, as well as its effects on our memories no matter how
great our minds work and how sharp and or young that we think that we
are; and things will get said on a very impersonal level, a very rare
event for me for the entirwe duration of a blog. During the years
listed, asnd no, I will be specific about things regarding me,
myself, and I, the personal trinity of the writer of this and all
Mountainpen Blogs, just not directly regarding any other life forms,
of any type whatsoever, no even the pet turtle from little Boo Joe
down the block who I don'tr know from Jack S. Squat. So be prepared
for a slightly different type of blog, and remember, you are always
so free to move and click onto the “NEXT BLOG” button at any time
you so choose, my feeling do not bruise one bit. I'm old and set in
my ways, and have been called every name in the book fro a very long
time by a very large amount of folks, and I've been hated and
despised as well, by experts, boo hoo hoo wet eyes. The day that I
try to demand more than Michele Daniels from the RPL Sound Studios of
Camden back in 1980, this is when I need to either retire and hang up
my blogging keyboard for doggie chew, or get stoned in the village
square by the biggest and baddest gangs of village imbeciles who
would eat their own sweet defenseless grandmother for dinner if the
food supply got too low, and say a prayer, believing that would make
things all right. Wow, guess it really does take all kinds to run a
world, sink a ship, or float a boat, huh?
Yes
the long dreaded heat is here at my wonderful town, days hit 80 ve4ry
early on now, but still cool down a little at night, very soon this
will not be the case for a few months, just unrelenting punishing
oppressive heat and a nice dose of humidity as well.
W@ell,
it seems that my blogs came tio the attention of some local
authorithy who spoke to me briefly the ither day and tyold me tio
make a log list, the events, the start and stop timers, the niuse
rated in minor, medium, or major, but with minor still being a bit
excessive, merely low on the scale of annoyance. I have a return
envelope and in two weeks, it is postage prepaid and will be sent in
this pre addressed envelope, the the authority that took an interest
in the goings on in the residence building where I live. I will not
be making a lot of mention for the next 12 days yet to go regarding
this on any blogs. In the few minutes where we did exchange these
short words and paperwork, he asked me what strings I pulled to get
into the building so fast, applying in August or September of 2010
and getting my approval notice in April of 2011, normally a minimum
18 month wait. I told him the truth. I have absolutely no idea
whatsoever how this happe3ned, merely that I am glad I lucked out for
a change. After-all the rent is cheap and so are the utilities.
Still, I live with a nasty roach infestation, and crazy neighbors,
the roaches are a new experience for me, neighbors, well, not new at
all, am ongoing problem with me as far back as I'm able to remember
into a high chair spilling sloppy baby foods all over a gross and
nasty bib. Yuk. Let me move things now to 1978-1983, as this is quite
huge, and needs to be told again but in not only a different and even
expanded illumination, but in a lot more good clear elaboration.
First we will get into codes and symbolism, how most ignore all this
and pass it off as weirder than UFO and saucer stuff. Then we can
begin to tackle the next stages of cosmic importance. Just how does
one learn how to ask, and then read the answer, and then totally also
know, that it was the answer indeed being searched for, or not; right
off the bat, with no wondering, no room or need for any mistakes in
judgments, or errors of any possible kind. You will totally know that
your answer to your query came to you loud and unmistakably clear, or
you will know that you are still legitimately waiting for the right
interaction in your life that will indeed BE this absolute unmissable
correct answer. It is foolproof, but talking about exactly why, is
indeed complex and amazingly intricate, and is not needed for what
I'll be discussing throughout this entire blog today. Also, as with
other recent blogs, this will open some doors, and we will get into
stuff so don't worry, but the rear heaviest meat that will come
later, will come when the reader has time to digest what already has
been given to the reader. You don't go to 12th grade
first, then the following year to 11th, then 10th,
and so on back to first. You do need me to establish some kind of
foundation before I can hope to lead anyone into a new way of seeing
some powerful truths. First comes the hubndred year old question give
or take a year or five one way or the other, “Does Quantum reality,
drive sanity slowly out of a persons' life? No it doesn't. Sanity is
oil and quantum reality is water. They don't mix. They won't mix, and
they never can mix. However, QR does not cause insanity by many who
delve as deeply into it as is possible, but on the contrary; they see
things on very advanced processes of thought since getting more and
more familiar with these sciences or 'QR' personally, and even living
it somewhat, and the last part needs addressing, if anything on my
blogs needs it, and I know that they do, and the rule of thumb that
is really quite accurate with all o this is as follows: If as you
move deeper and deeper into quantum realities, and learn the awesome
forces that drive these minus-atomic-sized cosmic contractors, it is
only at this time, will new thoughts and ways of seeing old
realities, suddenly wake up and challenge your inner core being,
mind, and spirit; as nothing ever did before? Some peeps in your life
will say, “You've gone crazy, and ask you what's with you whack
job?” Am I able to every single day, set up a major quantum foam
incident that will be a guaranteed occurrence in my personal life and
real soon? You bet I can, Annie Britpetrol Fields. I said I won't get
direct and specific, no names, no hints, if you draw an inference,
that is entirely your own privilege to do of course.
A
real time warp was created in 1978 and looped around in 1983. This is
truth. I may be a manliving in 2012, but in my mind, from traveling
into hyperspace, and witnessing things observed in dream-travel at
future parallel universes, I now am able to go to the average non
food consumption store outlet, and but 100 dollars worth of anything.
With each 100 dollars, I can put together some things that would make
the great Cosmologist Steven Hawking salivate, and I'll explain this
later before the blog ends, as I opened up this big door, and it is
only right that I should properly take my readers through my topic
and point, at least a little bit of the way.
Most
folks not dwelling deep in a cave for the past 5-15 years or so, have
heard of the BIBLE CODE. We also learned and this goes back as far as
Einstein, that if we could get a monkey to endlessly type throughout
forever, all of Shakespeares plays would have to be eventually typed
by this oproverbial monkey, and also, after this, other books as
well, but another thing comes out of this wild foamy experience in
the science and labs world, and that is, there all ready are books,
movies, songs, you name it, stuff that is out there, that has been
out there, and that keep being put out there for public entertainment
consumption, that, and hold onto your hats please folks; will indeed,
tell your entire story from the day you came to be born, and right up
through the present days, while other somewhere out there, will tell
you how it will play out from here, from right now, until you lay
down your body and life, in exchange for a wonderful long and well
deserved sleep. Let me cite the example with myself just this morning
after awakening from a very short nap and then deciding to randomly
pick a movie from my movie pile of maybe two hundred cheap 3-5 dollar
movies. Right before this, I was doing something that involved a
place I hardly ever think of or talk about, next to never really;
Waikiki, Hawaii. It fitted into something I was doing, and then I
randomly grabbed a movie with no thought at all about anything, and
right away in the very start of this movie, what is being talked
about out of millions of places on planet Earth, but Waikiki. Then,
all through this movie, were things that might as well have been
directly my character in this so-called 'real-waking-life', and many
many things just fit and fit all through the show, it was awesome.
But this happens to me over and over. It happens to many others as
well, who unfortunately are not sensitive enough to this, to ever
respond to the stimuli, recognize that something huge is happening
with their life, and also, begin duplicating this intentionally, so
as to be come in total direct communion with the cosmos throughout
your entire mortal waking life. The movie I watched was called,
Apocalypse 10.5 done in 2004, where the North American Continent
ended up split in tow separate pieces, and was filled with good
acting and plenty of action and suspense throughout the entire show,
a hell of a great movie, especially for a $3 bin in a K-Mart, only7
or 8 years after it was made. Not only will a monkey type anything
like the complete work of William Shakespeare, but everything even
written, if said monkey is given time and ability to perform this
task. There is another thing the monkey is hypothetically capable of
performing, and that ism ton go out and find a book that totally
matches your life, and even predicts your future and your own death,
with total absolute accuracy. If not a book, then a show or a movie
but something. Somewhere not in this one parallel universe where we
appear to be awake and living in consciously, but if all of the
possible 5th dimension is taken into account, there would
be countless books written on us, with every single thing that we
ever do from a sneeze to a walk in the breeze, is all ready written.
Now let me begin tying in my loops in time where seemingly, I have
been trapped in not only a short but a very long one, the long one
being the one that ensures that I return back to the beginning of the
loop, eventually, and begin all over again. SPACE-TIME-MIND or (STM)
takes the old SPACE-TIME by itself, thing; and brings it to a new
place where all thongs can be placed neatly and well organized into a
box that explains just how and what the cosmos is and does. HA-HA,
BITCH JANE SLEAZE BAG, you missed me, it is one twelve, but I'll
compensate for your one attack try anyway, you low life monster
slapper. 555555555555555555555555555555555. The second I typed the
row of fives to compensate for evil energies expended against me so
that i'd see the near one-eleven, the loud door slam in the hall was
set into the order of controlled cosmos.
I
have recently come to accept a powerful thing in my personal life,
world. There is no fighting the natural process of my endlessly
repeating loop that seems to average going from my teen years until I
am in my middle seventies, over and over again. In Atco, New Jersey,
where I lived in 1983, from the 31st day in January,
through the middle part of October somewhere; and right up through
the last time this loop went through its course, I was scared out of
my mind that I would have to somehow somewhere pass about thirty two
trillion years, and then relive that as well, over and over. My
problem was doing the same thing I tell others not to do, Apostle
Paul's twin I suppose, at least in my misguided and incorrect
actions. 555555555555555555555555555. Another compenfreakingsation
for being on my word document page eleven of eleven, and hence my
seeing this; or seeing these horrible four frickin' ones, which
always have some type of devastating effects on me when I see them
over and freaking as over again. STM is more important than the topic
of exploratrons. They both are totally natural processes, as are all
goings on in cosmos. Steve Hawking has my full respect, and because I
respect him, I only wish I could get him to listen to things that
have happened to me. This will change his concepts on numerous ideas,
and I feel, would bring him immense joy learning about my excursions
as well. In my days at age 28 while in the Pliner house I rented, in
Atco, on Chuck Norris Avenue, some really unexplainable things
happened. First, the Goddess of lightning made direct contact with
me, and let me know in no uncertain terms, that I had to go along
with this, shortly thereafter, I came to realize how wonderful she
is, how awesome and lovely this tall blond teen is, and I fell head
over heals in love with her. What I had no clue about was her
unfathomable wisdom and intelligence, and also her coming to me at
this time, was part of a complicated series of plans made by her and
her Astral Plane family, the Olympians; Even still, I love Lightning
so much that I cry every day that she is not right here with me and
by my side, flashing up in the skies with awesome and ravishingly
beautiful colors, just for me, even making wild shapes and fractal
design patters in the skies as ribbon type lightning. When I taught
her how to use the machine to talk to me in a series of codes in July
of 1983, this started the ball rolling, down a long seemingly endless
hill, for about 27 years, but by the late part of the year of 2010
while living now in the state of Florida, things did change. There is
a chance that unless I return to this area where all of this began
with her and me, it may never be the way it was before and this is
not acceptable. Still, my topic is STM, not my love for Diana, not
right now, on this blog.
For
two hundred or more times now, I have become aware in different ways
and degrees and amounts, that by the end of the seventies, I was in a
long huge cosmic looping system, and was repeating my life over and
over, in excess now of 200 times. The thickness of this repeating
existence does not however get bad for me until I start to realize
that again, this happened, that I was talked out of my total memory
that I am back as a youth again, and until about the time of my
midlife crises and trying to find the great missing teenager, SARAH,
this was not really a huge concern in my life. But around 1995-1997,
this got so intense, that I came a millimeter from totally losing my
sanity, and if it was not for the usage if the I-CHING, throwing the
Hexagram of Deliverance, and falling asleep staring into this bright
hexagram that I had the wands placed into, that circled around,
dimmed and moved, and acted as a major hypnotic inducing trance, then
I fell back into my bed, and the next thing I knew, I was with Sarah.
This was something that did not happen that often. Still this is
needed for later topics, it builds a bridge along with other stuff
previously discussed. However, the STM is the real kicker folks. This
is where I come to realize that this is a natural process for me,
just as you all have your particular lives and natural processes to
live and die through. I in that way am no different than any one of
you. For some time, I wanted to connect my time before my physical
death, to the time range of 1978-1983, so that I would have some time
to try and use the power oand knowledge of STM to make changes.
Making changes is not the answer, or trying to prevent my next coming
into myself on that train ride in February of 1969 in-between the
stations of Westmont and Haddonfield. What I need to do is accept the
cycle, not do anything, just go with it. Wake up eventually and be
back in time doing this all over again. Only this time, I need to
have the guts to make changes then, making them now has nearly an
unlimited energy flowing against me. Gravity effects mass, mass
effects time as speeding objects become increased in mass, and this
disrupts normal time flow in relation to how it would flow in regular
time passage if just merely living and interacting normally on the
Planet Earth.
Still
all this talk about scientific ways to achieve fast speeds in outer
space, it is a little dizzying for the best of us, and I know a way
to just cause the same effect, but only when STM is understood, can
things be done like this, and it is very dangerous to pull this
stuff. To cause a giant tearing rift in-between two nearby areas in
any space, one must understand how to operate a little bit in the 5th
dimension. On to of this, understanding is one half, and then
applying the knowledge, you might say completes the circuit. There
are those out here that know very well that certain things have not
yet caught up with other things, and when they do, the entire
memories of some from past times, will alter and memories will either
be removed or replaced with other ones. Nothing ever moves in the 4th
dimension alone, it takes the 5th dimensional along with
it every time, this too, is built into the lawtronics. By taking an
electronic machine that is designed to change sound that we all hear,
into radio frequency, and then back into sounds that we all hear
again, basically any type of as taping or recording machine, and wait
for a dream where someone you do not know from this parallel
universe, either says a sentence to you that stands out, or sings a
bar of unrecognized music to you, but then, you need to remembe3r it,
come back awake, record what you heard from this parallel reality, or
your dreaming interaction, and then ifm you really want to create a
time discrepency in a room in your home or any place, you place two
recording sources on playback mode or one onplay abd the other iobn
record, but here is what you also need. You need to dream about
someone who does speak or sing or whatever, and then take something
from this waking world and play it through the recorder on one side
of your room, then take the same thing that you did that was from the
other dream world in hyperspace, place this on the other side of the
room, and just let these things play for a few minutes low, no need
to crank up the sound. Now take a plyug in AC powered set of three
large face dependable working clocks. Place one on one side iof the
room, the middle one in-between, and the 3rd one at the
far side of the room. You will see that time runs slower ans slower
in the room as you approach the part of it that you nornmally are not
in as much. A week ago, when I did this, one clock saqid ten past
nine, the clock in the middle read 8:40, and the one closest to the
first source read the correct time matching that shown on the Comcast
Cable and my AT&T Telephone, this being just shy of 6:30.
Fortunately, the rift slowly lessens and stops to merge when the
hyper field strength is overcome with gravity created through
distance3 along the field, similar to magnets held closely together
causes fields that you can feel in your hands while grasping them,
but this lessens and goes away entirely as you remove these magnets
farther apart in distance to where gravity has virtually miniscule to
no effects on each other. It is so funny, I sit here with all; of
this, and am laughed at, while the greatest minds on the planet
cannot duplicate my time warps. STM is the trick, and the fictional
character Wesley Crusher on TNG Star Trek knew all about this, in
that episode with the TRAVERLER. I move all over time and hyperspace,
but I admit, I do have tremendous complications back in my waking
life. The life you are with body at, will indeed have many hyperspace
effects happen resulting directly from these experiments.
There
is a super code that shows all of us, our lives, our destinies, no
exceptions, but without knowing how to locate and access these things
such as for all you know it may be a book or a movie at your local
Wal-Mart or library,but when you become more fluent in cosmic-code,
you will see, that monkeys never need be typing it all. It all ready
is there, and when you find it, you'll know it, it will pop up right
in your face, you won't miss it unless you drop dead.
Only
a child can see that I've been looping a lot of things around in the
hope of doing it earlier. You cannot. It is fixed to go the way that
it goes. Still, my problem is that I do need to connect it all up
before I begin to hear that rumbling sound that tells me, “Here we
go again”. Yes, as the great © Office is fully aware, I knew this
was all here in 1983, not physically in three dimensions, but in five
full dimensions in the hyperspace via STM. My words went, “And I
will know, and I will see. I've set it up so carefully. And I'm the
one who FIRST begun, and power tests for me are fun. Where we're
going I have been, can't you tell by now? The more the days that pass
me by, the clearer grows the rumbling sound. Cosmologists make me
roll around on the floor laughing. We dreamed out of the void
infinity or the singularity, into what we are now. When it all goes
in reverse, we will think it is just running forward, and will have
no way of referencing this reverse mode of a crunching cosmos. So was
our cosmos really the singularity that was just one black hole in
another upline universe? There are unlimited upline and downline
universes, still, nothing is as easy as 1-2-3. All 4th and
5th dimensional activity is connected. People in science
circles love to site the Paradox Theories of time movement. By going
fast and reaching the future, they say no paradox can occur. Still,
when a person left his or her normal time to compress years in hours,
they left Earth, changing many possible things, what if one of the
travelers stayed and became President for example? So whenever 4th
dimensional movements are made, they are also made in the fifth as
well, this is an inescapable rule of inviolate lawtronics, and keeps
any paradox from ever happening. As for the past, give me a break,
that is so simple to reach it is not funny. A little high speed in
reverse atomic field, and for every year you go, it is a year ago
when you come back into forward running white-matter-space. But high
speed is a way off, as speeds needed to make big time changes need
ships capable of reaching unbelievable velocities. This never stopped
my being able to throw different time speeds into a room. But without
understanding the STM (Space-Time-Mind) in full, and the entire Mind
Realm or the 6th Dimension, it cannot be explained in one
afternoon. Still, study me and my life, and a child knows, I've been
playing in an organized controlled looping system all of my adult
life. On top of this, I do believe that secrets are being kept for
the supposed good of the world population. A dumb move, I believe in
people and they are looking to deal with a true explanation to lots
of long time unexplained mysterious events. The TTD machines
hardwired into the vehicle trunks of WOMO, discussed quite ioften by
me in blogs before I came down to Florida in middle December of 2009;
tolkd that Atlantic City and Egg Harbor are powerful areas where
powerful Lambrigger Cultists from the Briggbase of the Astral Realm
are using these dangerous machines, and my 2007-2008 website proved
all this right there on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG. The reason we forget stuff, is because time was changed.
I thought I did this or that, and they went back and fucked shit up.
No this is not years away, it is right now, they are ALL FROM YEARS
AWAY. McGuire and half this great family are not from here. As for
the cobtrails or timetrails, spoken of by the Hopi Indians, many
centuries back, and a number of years ago, I explored them in dream
states. They do take you into other times using a form of chemically
mixed unknown by today's scientific formula limits, that create a
powerful field that pokes holes in the sky where flying from these
invisible holes one into another, can take you to other worlds and
even millions of years away, both ahead and behind us in time. The
great fields are difficult to measure, only becoming on and hot so to
speak when an actual craft moves out of one and into another one.
I
have met too many lovely giant and very tall females, goddesses by
every stretch of the word, with the physical strength of 30 normal
women. I know these are ANDROIDS, not angels or demons, but ANDROIDS,
they are made and programmed to believe they are a GOD, not an
advanced super high tech machine. There are too many thins happening
around the world that cannot be explained in any other way that the
slow invasion here, by non-baby-starters, or NBS. A snot nosed punk
that really has their eyes open, knows what I have been put through
by this wild family since the 1960's. None of this could be made up,
and even Jack McCoy and Dick Wolf know it. I am opening the door
today, and will lead us all further down these roads later on. For
now, I bid you all a fond farewell; until we meet again on SJ BLOG,
Chapter #0428. Stay well. BYE-Y'ALL!!!!!
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