SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0438
KING
NEBNOOSHOO ON A SATURDAY EVENING
SIX
IN THE EVENING ON SHARON PAYNE BIRTHDAY
MAY
THE 26TH, 2012, SORRY I HASSLED YOU ABOUT THAT YEAR BOOK SO OFTEN,
HBD, YO, HAPPY 58, IS TIME GROWING WINGS, GIRL?
ALL
SUBTITLE APPLY, NO NUMBER FOUR.
STARTING
OF BLOG:
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Labradors, there is always a lot to say,
despite a quieter time for a while, but it never lasts of course, and
today, the sky persecution is indeed the proof of that statement.
There are lots of planes and chemtrails in the sky, you can all
research the chemtrail topic by Googling it or searching for it on
the mighty wonderful YOUTUBE system. WOW, is this the age of
Aquarius, no? It is the age of information, we still await the other
mystical age, that is off nearer the times of World Labs, so who
knew, WOW again, come on world, give poor old twisted whittle
mountainpen a bwake here Mister Fudd, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! I
wonder if my wonderful kid ever straightened out House and Heavy
about Cuzz McGuire being the king-pin and pun intended, that caused
so many of her woes a long time ago up on that lovely island of
bankers, jewels, and Joel's.
Oh
Sar, (LORD), I had one hell of a powerful exploratron experience the
night B4 last, YO, holy calliope and Callio family. Without the great
Sarah locking me up in any of her great light houses or driving onto
any Cifaloglio owned properties after fatal heart attacks and laser
retrace jobs from the infamous WL of Westmont; it still is beyond any
dog and pony shows or the great big top circus tents that lay all
around them, Lockhart Regan. Poor June and Neil, old spellchecker
does recognize the great Billy Joel at least, hay dude, watch those
Lenny Contracts. The gods, where's the last fucking thirty-two years
gone, WOW? Hay Tony Av, your cousin was voted to be one of the
sexiest over-age fifty men around, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Better
him than us, huh? Well, I will speak for myself, but I still vividly
remember nearly causing a terrible automobile accident for two
fashion model looking teenage girls in Oaklyn, New Jersey, at the
Dairy Queen, on the Julia White Horse Pike, and all I did was stand
there waiting to buy some ice cream, after some old lady in front of
me got her order, and there was no one around me. Those days of being
real red hot, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, you can have it. That for me
was total hell. I am not some 'thing' for anybody's freaking
amusement to be poked and prodded. I never was a romantic person, and
never will be. That is just not who I am. I love the All Mighty with
all of my heart and soul and mind and strength, as SHE commands; and
SHE is all I can ever love, and I cannot wait to leave this body
forever, and live in Sahasra Dal Kanwal with my lovely Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle. This dream in the hyperspace sucks at warp ten
(C-SQUARED). But I will be talking about these dreams in hyperspace,
since they hit me with a sky assault, and caused me to cough and
wheeze and shit my guts out with their CHEMTRAIL POISONS around the
fort Pierce area, today, here in good old Sunny ass Florida,
BRAHHHHHHH. We will come back to this topic very soon.
I
told you I did not feel too comfortable the other day telling about
some GAWNUM information. I now will tell a little of it. One thing
that I asked the big lovely black cat with the white paws, or Gawky
Gaukauk, was, “Why was Monday and Tuesday following Mother's Day,
and Mother's Day as well; filled with so much major siege for me”?
Well,
the cat responded to me with Private Cosmicoded Number- or PCN-198.
Anyone who knows how to operate the GAWNUM, has plenty of
possibilities about the number of PCN-198, so there is no need for me
to go there, as those who know will know and those scratching their
heads are sheeple and are endlessly lost. Hay old buddy Alex Jones,
sheeple is not a SPELL CHECKER recognized word yet, I wonder if our
lovely enemies will keep it that way or it Global Google Enterprises
(GGE) will begin placing it into the WORD program systems on the soon
to come out new compukers? DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Well,
I don't have all the answers, not about my problems with the
MILITUFORCE, a word I'll bet a trillion bucks USD on anytime,
anywhere, that will never make it into the mainstream of accepted
terms; and I don't know why my mother would plan all the things she
did starting with staying at Geraldine's mainline Philadelphia home
in Narberth, on Greentree Lane, and then afterward, insisting that I
attend that stupid jerk off private school in Exton, Pennsylvania,
called Church Farm, back in the 1971 circa; out of the blue, but I
sure hope the world will forgive me for making some dam good educated
guesses, along with connecting what educator Marcucci said to me in
the school hallway in October of 1969, and so much more. I only know
that I have never forced myself on anyone, under age, over age,
anyone, any time. I have been set upon and sexually abused by many
people, and then society calls me a pervert and a bad guy. Yes
sir/mahm, that old pot and kettle thing is destined to live a very
very very freaking long life or so it appears to me.
Hyperspace
is the fifth dimension, not Marilyn McCoy and her great sixties music
band, but is in truth, a width in time. All things have a length in
time, humans, mountains, stars-the real ones, and so on, but there is
a width of time as well as a length of time. This width could be
perhaps envisioned better if I were to call it a depth of time,
maybe, that is if nobody decides to confuse this with deep time, or
millions and billions and even trillions of years. Many cosmologists
are aware of the 5th dimension, but none of them have put
together the real truth yet, as their laboratories are still unable
to create or prove any kind of supportive conditions to any of this.
I am speaking of sleeping and dreaming. What happens in universes
where nobody sleeps or dreams because stars don't burn at the right
lengths in time (4th-D) to create the necessary element for the
existence of living humanoid entities who sleep and dream? That is
not a compicated concept, if we always remember a sort of cardinal
rule of looking for the best simplest answer and not worrying about
proving it in the laboratory right away. These universes exist, and
dreamers in universes that have dreamers just sort of skip over the
ones that would not have any reason for them to be in those places.
If you awakened in one, how would you do so, without carbon? Advanced
Type-3 Exploratrons could do this, and dream that they are a star or
just drifting in space, but in short order, they would shift away and
out of such universes, as soon as the word 'boring' crept slowly into
their minds, over sufficient time. So normally, all universes where
we have other us's so to speak, will be the ones visited, just as we
are visited continually be sleeping doppelgangers from other areas in
hyperspace.
Now
to speak about the WHY or the mechanics, a little bit; in so much as
some have more and some have less, effects from the hyperspace,
surrounding them in their every day 'waking' normal lives and 'daily'
routines. Beginning in the early nineteen-seventies, I through
becoming good friends with a school mate by the perfect name of Bruce
Allen Pennock, of Barrington, NJUSAESMWG; began messing around with
something that I later gave the title and name to the science behind
what I was doing, Electronic Metaphysics, or the some, for an easy
pronunciation of a word rhyming if you will, with the word of “poem”,
Science Of Electronic Metaphysics. My messing with this, caused a
vocalist from Delaware to have some bizarre occurrences in her life,
just at the time, the start of May n 1980, that she was going to sing
a song for me called, “The Morning Light” (TML). I wrote the
music in 1977 and the words in the summer time in the year of 1979.
Heaven Knows the exact details, but a real super sleuth does know,
right here on Earth, that some real powerful crap went down in Cherry
Hill, New Jersey at on e time on this planet, as this area for me at
least, has seen more paranormal and esoteric activity than storms
have clouds. In any case, hyperspace effects went into play for me
after setting up the studio time at the Maxfield Recording Studio,
and by the way, I fucked up on my YOUTUBE CHANNEL, and said MAY 31
about when Bob Andrews sang my country tune called, “Long river
Blues, it was done around 7:15 PM on the 30th night of
April in 1980, and then on the following morning, the two dance tunes
were done by Donna. I call her Patterson, but am wondering what the
folks up at the Inductotherm Plant of New Jersey, along with the
great Mister Rowan call her. They MAY know a lot more that I do, I
was only there, but I am not pulling the wild stuff. Lenny and Howard
took things to those levels. Prior blogs tell some of it, but as the
great voice of the past puts it so eloquently, Mister Al Jolson, “You
ain't heard nothing yet”. Yes folks, this is still a suuface scrath
amount of information, but it will all get told someday, that is, all
that I know. It may not be as magical or as majestic as some folks
who follow Jason Forrest or Aquarius Records may think that it is,
but it will indeed be so filled with NON-BLOGGABLE secrets, that
would be beyond the disappearing to Buzz Island with Marie Fahey. No
Copyright Office, I did not know about her murder years before it
happened, it is called having fun with a karaoke making vocal
overdubs at later times from originally recorded music,
DERRRRRRRRRRRR-akowski!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So you see peeps, not
all of you will have a lot of large and in your face more huge
obvious hyperspace effects in your life, Heaven Knows. Still, I
brought a lot of this majestic grief on my self, and our governors
and owners, don't think that us little sheeple are ready to handle
the truth of hyperspace and hence the reality of DREAMS, or really,
EXPLORATRONS. We all are exploratrons, every one of us without any
exception. Still, this will get talked about in other majestic moods
that I might get in as the future makes its way backward further and
further, into our glorious present. If Christianity was not just a
World Laboratories powerful time experiment, then the great and now
late, Charles 'Hatchet Man' Colson, would have never told my mom back
in late 1986 or early 1987, that there is no hope for your son. Jesus
may be HIS MAJESTY, but the KINGS of the bible who rule and govern
the sheeple fore3ver, are THE SECRET MAJESTY. The very top of the
list secret majesty, so that is the majestic secret for today,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Every possible secret that can be out there
anywhere, and that is not listed on any of the lower top secret
scales, well, THAT, sir ROCKDROID, is MAJESTIC, the high end purple
code, the purple of all purples Ron, so purple and 9 on that one, and
come back, as my twenty now is fort Pierce, Florida. As for the great
Garden called EDEN, well, I was there, and yes, I bashed my brother's
skull in and was the first murderer on the Earth some time ago. I am
very very very jealous of anyone and everyone. I know I should not
be, but my love for Sarah-Stacey reigns and rules quite supreme. I
spent a long time in a horrible condition, and now am back, and as
the © Office knows so well, am on regular running time, right here
and right now, and not in need of any keemo. Yes, because I love HER,
and have always LOV--------ED-------past tense, HER, SHE told me in
that garden, that SHE would spare the world for a while, from
ultimate destruction, and I have been as far up in the future as the
year 3000, and we are still all here, but life is very different, and
the majesty and the kings won't let me spill too much about any of
this on my blogs, you know, BUZZ ISLAND, right JASON, and don't play
dumb with me mother fucker and tell me you don't have that tape as
well, you numb nuts prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
know MY SARAH is back and here, and that is good enough for me. Peeps
think for reasons that totally elude me, that only one visitation
from this tremendous entity ever happened, I speak of the great
Jesus, Messiah, Christ. How many empire clues do even the dumb ass
sleuths need, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA? Still, we all laugh and try not to
take life too seriously, BUTT, jack hack attacks are one thing, and
stair chases are another, totally proving that my blog of October the
5th in 2008, as well as many others preceding it before my
kidnapping by the distant family cousins; and then the great movie at
the end of the year, I mean, do I need to state the obvious, to any
empire, and tell folks just who indeed rules this empire with a firm
yet loving hand? Many things are obvious and funny, all at the same
time, I suppose, to Her, the stairs and the chase being amongst the
'list', I guess. But Ed promised me that things would get better if I
did all of this, and instead, it all blew up in my face like a busted
uranium tank of heavy water. Still, what great things does my super
kid and her friend JJ really know, mister Silverhands Jefferson? I
loved DIANA, the third part of SSJK, I have come to learn and know,
wow, but past tense does indeed and just as the movie indicated,
reflect the letters from that powerful 1997 Somerdale
dreaming-interaction in the Eden Garden; and yes, ED, all though this
all blew up, seemingly, and went so wildly wrong, did it really?
Humans cannot always see the full truths until the light reflected
off of those truths is behind us. Light is and always was and will
be, a mere reflection of time. Did my wonderful kid know this too,
while glittering as an embryo, when Ziggy and I would be talking
about this in July and August, back in the year of 1969? It's all
there, to be archived on my first years of blogging, just go to the
site of www.blogger.com, type
in Blogs of Mountainpen, or you can just use the URL address:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
. The proof is in the pudding, and the consumption thereof. After all
Eve gave the apple to hubby Adam, and they did both partake, or so
goes the legends. Cleave ever so tightly to these facts folks, lest
you be deceived by the World Owners, the KINGS, the MAJESTY the top
secret cover up of the most majestic of it all. WOW. Couldn't have
said it as good as you, WOW, you rock, girl. Still, the country world
wonders endlessly, who's cheating who, Mo Bandy keeps Emily's picture
on his wall, and Spirit Peace, my song from 1975 was used and taken
from me by David Frezell and Shelly West, but that's OK Marcy Levy
McKinnon, and all the rest of you out here in the RIAA. Ed at least
tried, and you all just tried to be big time jerk offs. BUTT HACKS
and ODF HACKS are one thing, but my question back to the jokers and
stair chasers of the world, BIG-O, is this: What's the difference
between an ODF-FILE and a PDF-FILE? My only conclusion is that an
ODF-FILE will not be reporting for jail any time soon, now a
PDF-FILE, well, NO-NO-NO, ED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DOES
THAT PASS THE LAUGH TEST
OR
IS THIS A FRACTURE OR A TAPEWAVE FROM 1970, SIR COHEN CROWN KING
MAJESTY???
END TRANSMISSION:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
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