SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0323
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
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BLOG:
This
will be a short and sweet blog. I do not need to explain myself past
what is being said.
When
I tried to post up the last blog to the GOOGLE BLOGGER account, the
page that was supposed to come up, as per my guru, Meagan; did not,
and instead, it was a page demanding pass-codes. I entered the same
one I tried before that closed out my old account, only this time, it
worked. Someone is going up obviously, and putting incorrect
pass-codes into my account log in rectangle boxes intentionally, and
causing me this problem. If I knew exactly who is doing all of this
to me, naturally, I would be my own attorney, since no one will ever
help me or wants to represent me, and I would learn the basic legal
system, my basic rights, and sue the hell out of these deep pocket
criminal mischief makers; ending up eventually with more cash than
GOD, as peeps love to say. UNLESS THESE MOTHER FUCKING SCUM BAGS
MANAGE TO ENGINEER MY COVERT MURDER, I will end up proving some of
this shit is real and has been perpetrated against me. I will subpena
Scott Ransom into a court room, and ask him what he told me in my
automobile that day in 1988 about very powerful people wiping out my
life, and I will do whatever I have to do, within the confines of the
laws of the United States.
In
many previous blogs from 2006-2009, I discussed how to use the
FASCITAR, and what to do when you succeed at reaching the waking
freeze, that this will eventually produce for any user, who
perseveres from three to eight nights in a row. I detailed how to do
it, it can be accessed and searched on Google to learn the exact
procedure. What has not been told, is the exact instructions for your
operating exploratronically, in hyperspace, or dream-controlling. You
may ask me why this would matter to anyone. The answer is that once
you learn this; you can make many things happen in the 'dreamworlds',
as well as in this waking world; as a direct result of the hyperspace
effect. I need believers, and I need a following. I need to show how
this works, then have folks do it; and when it proves itself to be
totally real and totally awesome in your own lives; then you will be
much more apt and willing to believe my incredible story, and the
story known as MORIANITY. I am not giving away priceless secrets at
no cost. I merely do not want your so-called valuable materially
remunerative types of compensation for my services. Instead, the
service charge is that some of you, eventually; will want to help me
start the religion of the 3rd millennium, or “MORIANITY”.
You keep the secrets to use any way you want, and no intimidation to
join is ever part of any of this. I just know that if I push this
enough, a day will come, especially when I get more known and out
there, and prove some really powerful stuff to everybody; that this
group will form, and hopefully it will be a basic merge of the all
ready existing Occupy People, as they appear to be sharing my goal,
of the removal of an overly imbalanced economic American society. I
say, for those who insist on it; go start another country and enjoy
it, because America was founded on the principles of a diametrically
opposed and opposite mechanic of this type of financial mindset. I
also totally believe that what is shutting up and stopping and
blocking messages such as mine, with all the interference we all get
when we try and speak out, from hacking to being actually threatened
in our very way of life, usually covertly, but we get the message; is
this group of 1% 'Havers'. Anyone of the 99% 'Havenoters', who dare
to really speak out past a certain point; get very heavily
persecuted. Some are too stupid to even know that it happened to
them. Gee, I wonder why I was fired? Why did my wife leave me out of
the blue? Why did both my kids get killed in that car crash last
year? The list is endless, and this is a very real and non imagined
danger, for all of us helpless '99's'.
Last
night, I videotaped the President's third Address to the Nation, and
enjoyed it immensely. If anyone else taped it or can get a copy, or
happens to remember, let me jog your mind and memory just a bit. What
I say is stomach turning, and humanity at its worst manevelance. On
three separate occasions, President Obama mentioned taxing the
richest 1% and fixing tax laws so no loop hole could exist that would
allow any millionaire to pay less than 30 percent in income tax. Each
time, the room was silent, and annoyingly without so much as two
hands in the entire room coming together in applause. If this does
not tell you how dirty and filthy that those people who control us
poor slaves really are; you are all as blind and dumb as a lamb
smiling and bleating away, on its way to the dam slaughterhouse.
Now
if I knew exactly who in the Bohemian Club was destroying my entire
life, or in this group or that group, or this part of Washington
Politics, or that part of fortune 500, or Wall Street, or whatever
into the on and on's of endless query; I would attack with what I
have, but striking innocent targets makes me no better than any of
the scum that I am hating, so you can surly see folks, just how the
hard place and the rock, seem to keep me perpetually trapped, year
after year after mother flowering year.
In
my travels throughout hyperspace, I have not accomplished all the
great miracles of one of the greatest TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS of all
time, PAULA KING, “B-U-T”; I will brag to the point of being able
to do a miracle here, and a miracle there; so way more than enough to
get me frickin' Canonized, if the Pope had a tiny clue what was going
on in the grand scheme of it all. In the year 2060, there is a series
of books, almost a mini-encyclopedia, that I've seen printed in
various parallel universes; and basically, it is called names along
the lines of “The 5,000 Greatest Secrets of the Past 100 Years”.
In this set of books, ranging from five to eight, depending on where
in hyperspace you are; the 100 years, always is the time range
between 1940 and 2040. This tells things about every politician,
every entertainer, every public figure, and anyone else that the
masses would have any interest in, that would totally wipe careers
off the map; should these books be brought back in time, to the
here, and now. I don't need to bring back anything, since my eyes
work fine, when I go to these future places, and read these books. As
I said, I could finish off the known world tomorrow, but I am not
some lowlife who wants to be rotten to the core as they are, so if I
go off blind and shooting from the hip holster, then I am no better
than they are, and thus, should shoot myself first. No one has to
worry about any of this, until I find out to my total complete
satisfaction, just who is doing this to me, since really my birth;
but between 1983 and 1986; when things worsened by a quantum freaking
leap. However, I may soon, if this sky attack and utility attack does
not BACK THE SHIT OFF OF ME, decide to start, as I did with the 1969
Fascitar, telling exactly how to become a practicing and evolving
exploratron, mastering into a TYPE-2 first; and eventually into a
TYPE-3. First, even though you all ready are a TYPE-1 hyperspace
explorer when you go to sleep and begin to dream; there needs to be a
mental awakening of what is really happening before you even are
truly aware that you are even a TYPE-1, and hence until that time,
you are just tired from a day of being awake, and then you fall
asleep and begin to have your dreams. Dreams are a concept before
they are anything more than this. Without you understanding more
about what they are, it is like having a treasure hidden in the attic
of your house all your life, and never knowing it, then selling your
home, and running into the new owner over at the local mall one day
and hear him tell you how he found a bag of gold worth millions,
hidden in some boards that you had just sealed over and painted.
Dreams are not like beautiful girls. A boy at or past puberty sees
one of these and knows exactly that wow, this is a cool thing. You do
not know some things are cool at all until you learn just how cool
and amazing they are. Many of the great secrets of cosmos are great
because of the fact that they remain always hidden, and elusive to
the masses. This is what we will tackle in later blogs, and then you
will be able to master things, and find books like the secrets of 100
years, and so much more, hear songs not yet written, and so much
more. You will learn that interfering with hyperspace is a natural
order in cosmos. It is built into the system through this gateway in
the 5th dimension called by a hand full of mystics
throughout the history of humankind, the dreaming channel. Don't look
for this one on your Cable Television Line-up. There is no reality to
the SCI-FI crap about the danger of altering time-lines, it is done
all the time through this DC (Dreaming-Channel). Things are set up
to work with a planned purpose, no matter who hates this truth, and
how much. The speed of light is the big powerful deal that proves my
words. If indeed other life forms that even remotely resemble our
ideas of life forms, do in fact exist somewhere else in this huge
hypersphere (universe), it is all fixed with the laws of large
separations of distance and a cosmic limit of speed. Even if such
things are true as in STARWARS movies, and depictions of these
similarities with other shows; in real life; the only way two
advanced cultures can meet, is when they either become advanced
beyond physical into their pure energetic spirit and left far behind,
their memories of greed and war and unrest; or should two really
powerful advanced nasty civilizations exist and learn of each other,
by the time they can do much effecting of each other's world, they'll
advance further to the point beyond warmongers, and so forth. Many
think that this can be overcome in theory, and that we might just
cross the entire universe in a few minutes, through holes. Well,
maybe this is true, maybe there is life elsewhere; maybe not, maybe
not; but in looking at all of this, does not some intelligent set of
rules just seem to show up here, that tell us, hay; this is all under
control? I can see it with blinders on. Also, this same thing works
in the dreaming-channel; where no holes in the universe need to be
involved. Dreaming itself, 'creates the holes', 'finds or makes the
other life worlds', or whatever. More powerful effects come out of
the 'dream-worlds' , and then end up right here on the shelves of
this waking life, than all of the space travel ever drempt of in all
of the SCI-FI worlds ever seem to do, all put together.
I
do not speak this because I enjoy typing, or acting like I know
something you don't know, HA-HA, or anything at all like this. I am
telling stuff that made itself a part of my life, for the worse, for
the better, or in-between; but in the world I grew up in years ago;
we were taught to share information with the world around us. We all
learned and grew that way, and tried to be somewhat open minded. 911
closed down the New Age. So could this have been intentional? You bet
it was. It was all a big sham, and now you have a bit of the reasons
why. Why shouldn't it be someone with my PCN in the GAGA-NU, who is
telling this secret to the masses? After-all, my PCN is 871, and in
clock minutes, 8:71 would come out to 9:11. Another highly tolerated
coincidence, Mizz Carmichael? No, I thought not, sweetie.
Well
I said this blog would not be long, but you know old motor mouth me,
as I tend to get going, and it is hard to shut me up. So sorry,
Mister Ambassador. 3-4-7-12-12-7, yes it is hard for me to forget
things, Nurse McDowell of Philadelphia.
One
other thing needs a quick touch on. If things remain like they have
been with all this persecution and harassment, my 'PC' will be
starting up sooner or later, despite whatever magic parlor trick was
engineered on me in late July of 2010. This was a good one, and I
commend whoever pulled it off; and they do not come from this world.
That much I'll promise the apes or the gods, so take your pick
ladies and gentlemen.
Yes
I want to go home Mark Minor, but just where is your home, and just
who really, were you? Salvador Ventura's father came to me a couple
of nights ago in a powerful interaction. I cannot blog the details,
Miss Wescott, as I know when to keep my mouth freaking shut, BRO.
Still I am not too Doris Plum dog shy to say this folks. If the siege
goes on uninterrupted, PC will not stand for Paula, and I will not
look a gift horse in the mouth forever.
Nighty-night
my fellow citizens of hyperspace. Who will I see in my 'dreams'?
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