SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0428
051812.178
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
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4:
“GOING
TO PRIVACY FEATURES ON ALL BLOGS SOON”
THIS
WILL BE FOR MY RECORDS AND FILES ONLY SHORTLY.
1988
PROPHET ON NOTHING DOUBLES WITH KING NEBNOOSHOO-2K10.
BEGINNING
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This
information is for me but whoever is reading this, they are doing so
because of extremely intricate circuitry that can be 'thought' of as
the seventh dimension of truth, the realm of the Lawtrons is another
way of verbally expressing the reality, has all ready fixed you to be
doing this, somewhere in the unfathomable ether's of higher than
hyperspace existence.
First
folks, really me, but then, all of us are oneness at a singularity as
scientists love to refer to ZD as, really the same basic idea or
concept, (Zero-Dimension), so folks or just me, it really is the same
at ZD, but in hyperspace illusions, there are many parts of me, ME
DIRECTLY, and all other things that are not me directly, still me
however, and to keep things from sounding a little egocentric, anyone
of these other indirect ME'S can make this exact same claim to truth,
the difference is the illusion that for reasons Ed and I cannot
explain and that is saying a lot, I AM AWARE of this, just as COSMOS
is AWARE of COSMOS. The reasons for me being in this awareness state
right now as MWM/MWM, is a LAWTRONIC fact. This realm lays directly
higher and over the closed curve of two limitless, virtually anyway,
lower infinity closed curves, first directly beneath it, the MIND
REALM or the D-6, and then below that, the 5th dimensional
hyperspace.
Second
folks, again really me; the 6th Dimensional Mental Realm
or as the great ECKANKAR refers to it as, the Mental Plane, again,
all the same basic difference; is fine and dandy as it is, but when
man in his blissful ignorance, started poking around more than twelve
decades ago, in a really serious mode, with this realm, and did not
recognize it AS A REALM, believing that memories and emotions and
thoughts were there because they exist and form inside of what they
call, THE BRAIN, this opened up one hell of a gargantuan freaking
Pandora's Box, if I may be 'Gottwald Permitted' here, to say
so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It only takes one number to be off
and incorrect. If the future billion dollar Mega Lottery Jackpot
later on in 2013, is 7-17-24-36-43-50-BALL 50, and you play this
except for one number being one digit more or less, forget the
billion bucks. You will get something of course, especially if you
are the only winner, a rare but true possible event. Still, maybe you
would win a mega rather than a gaga bucks, hay who's complaining? My
point is that one can be off in the tiniest way, and hay, YOU'RE OFF,
don't cry or flip or throw a china cabinet through the wall, it is
just the reality of things. The invention of the study of the mind
came and is, with no clue about what really is behind the entire
operation. In fact, if you say that thoughts are outside of the
brain, by the very definition of their science, the DM-5 in current
times if I am right, or the bible of the head shrink peeps; insists
that that very belief makes one mentally ill, it is right in there,
don't anybody call me a liar. The same thing is in order with the 4th
and the 5th dimensions. Movement in one is totally equal
in a yet unknown energy value atomically, to movement in another.
This is why playing with electronically reproduced
transdimensional-sonics, or (TDS) for a nice little abbreviation; is
beyond dangerous for the top leading edge scientists and occult
practitioners, because I have an entire unknown bibliographical
mountain of secret information and experiments, and I've only cracked
one or two eggs in the entire Easter Hunt Parade. Laugh all you want
to, those who may be laughing, I can promise the world this little
gem of powerful truth however; there are indeed a handful of powerful
folks who are not laughing one bit at these words. They have a vested
interest in none of you out here, ever getting close to these truths,
not until at least your grand children have all went the way of the
stink box. I'll move this along some more, in the interests of both
time and justice, MINE!
The
Fascitar, the Exploratronic truths, and a lot more, would never have
happened if not for my going to Atlantic City as a small child with
my mother, on summer vacations. Still, this is another way of sort of
telling a story like, wow, there is a lot of water in my house, it is
filling up the whole place, this is cause for concern, and I built my
house in the middle of the ocean by the way. Hay, I am not as stupid
as some of you believe me to be, DUH. I know that I did not just
happen to be born in a certain area nearby Atlantic City as some
total cosmic random coincidence. I also know that all the things that
led up to all the stuff in all my blogs, was all planned eon before
our so called BIG-BANG ever went POP. Still, my life unfolding in
ways that it has, all planned out from before the time button was in
the 'start' position, referenced to our present day cosmos or our
connection to it; has nothing to do with what the great all mighty
psychiatrists believe and print in their holy grail of the mind bible
called the DSM-5. It may be number 6 for all I know, it was number 4
last last century, this is of course, MY VERY POINTM, you'll either
pick up on it and GET It, or you won't. I know I will and do, and how
much of the other parts of ME that are not ME DIRECTLY, pick up on,
is a subject all its own. What separates all of us and creates
individual unique personality, is a two-fold equation so to speak.
First, we all have different experiences from the second we get
whacked to help us breath, and then second by second, right up to the
very second that we feel life leaving us. But beyond this, we react
to our stimulus and our environment a little differently, so even if
the precise thing was duplicated on any of us, our very millisecond
cradle to grave experiences,, we would still not be the same people,
and this second part of our individuality is due to a complicated
interaction or signal from the 6th dimension. This signal
is sent to us so that we can think and be, but it is sent to all
beings in an infinitesimally varying signal in all dimensions from
“there”, all the way down to “BRAIN”. Every movement in
higher and lower dimension creates motions in all of them, you cannot
change this fact, it is absolute and inviolate. A great example in
just three dimensions that illustrates and proves this, is for you to
blow up a small balloon. Now push on it, any way you want to do it, a
little here, a little there, do not blow it all the way up, keep some
expansion room for a greater visualization. Change the height, it
gets longer, change the width, the depth and or height will alter.
You cannot change it in one dimension only. The 6th
dimension sends a signal of mind down into 5th dimensional
hyperspace, but this signal travels, and in so doing, nobody is
conscious to precisely 400 instants per clock minute. It will vary
perhaps to make 400 IPS a good average, but measuring this in
trillionths of a second, it will vary perhaps from 38-420, these are
just quick numbers thrown out, but these variances in brain reception
from mind realm, Sidney Crown, makes you you, and me me, and everyone
else as well, them. This creates individuality every bit as much as
does our stimulus and our environment. 400 may not be the exact
average, and maybe the separations are as small as single
quadrillionths of a second, or anything and anywhere in-between. The
mysteries surrounding the HUNTINGTON family and myself, are all
wrapped up, Mizz Fargo, in a lot more than Ron Wirtz and his funny
faces, this larger truth encompasses worlds beyond the imaginations
of Horatio, Shakespeare, and the 'Dream-WORKS' dudes all put
together, cubed, and then a hell of a lot more as well. Now I get to
the heart of things, the great wonderful HUNTINGTON FAMILY, oh
JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several
things will be talked about and recorded over the following days and
months of this great year, the final one on the calendar of the
mighty Mayan, Julia White, converted into English tongue of the
current day. The name WHITESELL is powerful, it started the CHEMTRAIL
ATTACK, before that, it was used for movement into higher angles than
just length and width and breadth of Earth waking world distances. It
connects into the world of JAPAN, the great WAR, my father, his
treasure, my WOMO enemies, their TTD being used on me,
(Transdimensional Trunk Devices), such as at Raynard Run Community of
mount Laurel, New Jersey, USAESMWG in late 1988, used in one New
Jersey plated vehicle in particular, with the license plate that told
the symbolic truths of my WOMO ENEMIES, as it began with ENY as in
ENEMY, and the entire Copyright Office of the United States of
America has known about this since my daughter graduated high school.
Still, to answer the questions that have come up, no, these are all
private things, you won't get any of my stuff off talk shows or
movies, bug off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The next thing after
this great ALL COLORS MERGED TOGETHER CONSTRUCTION COMPANY OF NEW
JERSEY,and believe it or not, it even goes far beyond Angela Neri,
and the cigarette sex game she played with me during those start up
chemtrail times in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG. Yes oh great SS, I knew
exactly who I called, from 1700 Woodlyn Avenue, in Woodlyn,
NJUSAESMWG, I called you, but not to warn you about nearly 25 years
later, that would be cheating, would it not? I always believed boys
will be boys, personally, I have no problem with that, and that is
not why I disliked Mister Ollie and his drugged up weekend party
girl, Fawn Forces Hall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, things
totally connect up, and that is for much later blogging, WHAAA. No
Mister Whitesell, there are no bombs in the building, nor are there
any buildings in the bomb. Still, it amazes me that Hollywood gives
the enemies of this nation, so many powerhouse ideas. Well, anything
for the billions, how I learned this a long time ago, but then, the
All Mighty pulled a real fast one with me, also around these days and
times, Hyundai Mister Prosecutor? I mean, Timeless Satellite was one
far out idea, I did not make it up all alone in my 'head', despite
the psychiatrists that will disagree with this and my blogs quite
vehemently I'm sure. Where's your adorable daughter these days, Jerry
Madden???????????????? Wow, between hearts in the mailbox and my
being on the fence about where I stood with other caller ID Uwich
family values, I suppose my best bet is to just get re-hypnotized
someday, 'DERRRRR-akowski' -- super janitor. I meant no offense by
the way, Princess, in my book, 'TPB'; sorry, sheeeesh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I need no Elmer Fudd to blow out all the opera lights in those limos
that great night, right DAVID CHARLES
ROTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, did I get the living
crap knocked out of me last night when I lost my waking world
awareness, and found myself in some fairly localized area of
hyperspace, and MY MY, temper temper, as I do not remember what I did
other that I saw SSJKK in HER present day form come into a small room
where I was standing, and I said something casual to her, and she
gave me that look that those who know her know that she is not
playing, and her words to me were as follows, “So you think telling
about 36th Street is funny do you?” I started to say I
was sorry, not even knowing what it was I was sorry for, and before I
even began to say the word “I'M”, she caught me with a mind
bending right cross that knocked me clear across the room. Then she
came over and picked me up and gave me a second powerful right cross.
When I woke up, I thought that I had awakened from something and was
now someplace else, but I was still in the situation. She picked me
up and I thought she was helping me up and suddenly, a bone crunching
left hook broke all of my ribs, and sent me out of a small door into
a bright street that was lit up with a noon day sun someplace in a
large city, and I could not breathe, and was gasping. All of my ribs
were shot, and I was spitting blood all over, then I did awaken
finally, back to here, wherever this really is, Mister Quantum Foam
Reality.
One
good thing came out of yesterday, and that is that my wonderful
lightning came real close and flashed some beautiful ribbon lightning
at me, right outside of my 6th story apartment window at
my PHA Building. THANK YOU SO MUCH DIANA, please tell my precious
Sarah-Stacey Krassle, I am sorry about telling the connections with
the 'OVER THE RADAR' deal, did not mean to make MY lovely one so
angry at me, wo. Sorry.
WELL
FOLKS, I am going to wrap things up for right now. There is a lot to
talk about, and always has been, trillions of letters and words, it
never can all be spoken and said, and I am totally aware of this
truth, and I accept it. Still, I will type on and on and on for a
very long freggin' time, until the rest of my indirect self starts to
catch up with ME, just a whittle more, WHAAA.
Yes,
you can see there is truth to my flawed whack theories MAMA-88. 'TML'
is very hard to be heard on YOU-TUBE.
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