SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0506
NOT
ROBIN HILL APATMENTS, BUT WOW
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2293
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THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR: (BSNF)
“I
HAVE WONDERED A LOT MORE THAN JUST WHERE
SHADOWS
DWELL BY DAY, SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE”
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
One
hour after I spoke to a very nice lady at the United States Copyright
Office this afternoon, POP, my two across the hall nabes let me have
it with a real crash bang attacks, loud hall shouting, doors, no
Grateful Dead, but still, a bunch of Animals, don't beat me up,
neighborhood of RPL. Merry Christmas to all of you dirt holes too,
may I also add here. Yes I do indeed presume, Mister Africa
Livingston, that the old days and the new days are all a huge
monstrous fucking illusion. Everything always has been hell for me,
and with the very concept of hell and horrible bullshit, things
naturally don't get better, but instead, as the mighty RIAA man of
sound recording would put it quite eloquently back early in the
1980's, things only keep right on getting worse and worse and worse,
they never ever get freaking better. Talk about really being ahead of
your time, WOW, HAL, old ex-pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, let
me move things on a little bit. My WOMO MILITUFORCE ENEMIES, or my
'WME' for shortened abbreviated further usage on future blogging
texts should I so desire to use this, despise my doing anything with
music, and love to persecute and mess with me, the minute I ever do
anything whatsoever. The hackers are out in full force. Norton popped
up and told me that lots of attempts to hack and mess with my PC,
were thwarted by their great services, thank you dudes and duddesses.
Also, strange underlinings appear under words in a cool light blue
color, flashing a few times, such as when I wrote above, the two
words, “THE MINUTE”. Are you jerk offs confirming my true words
spoken here, if so, THANK YOU, butt wipes, at least you're honest.
Peeps with certain PCN's seem to be honest folks, not always the
nicest people to be around, but dam honest as all get out, and you
cannot take that away from them, not now, not ever, unless they
should turn dishonest, which would be highly unlikely.
Yes,
I have a nice talk with anybody in any way related to music, and
KAPOW, all hell breaks loose, so when something like this operates
around me and my life with dependable clockwork precision for thirty
to fifty years, one must begin to realize, that the word coincidence
has about as much significance to me, as it has to prosecutors and
police personnel, that is of course, unless it is me with the
coincidences and me trying to report the problem I am having all
these years, to any of them, this of course is when the tables turn
on a dime, at the fucking ass speed of light squared, YO.
My
health is very bad. I feel weak and strange. I know I'll be dead
soon, and this makes me the happiest person on Earth, as I have
always hated my life, and why not, it has always been nothing but
total mother fucking misery, no matter how cock sucking hard I ever
try to change it for the better. I treat other people nicely, yet the
laws of reap and sow are nothing but a bunch of biblical hocus pocus,
at least for me, so as far as I am concerned they are. If they work
well for you, great, I couldn't be happier for you, just don't expect
me to cross over to your way of perceiving, when it is not one bit
relevant in my life and situation, and never ever fucking has been,
so if that is asking too much world, well, screw you. Exploratrons
who continuously take over another persons life and body, uses their
energy, even the lovely Jenny Hewitt know that much, despite not
understanding the principles of what is really going on in cosmos.
Still, how does one argue with such a lovely gorgeous creature as
her, in the name of the gods?
I
will tell the world a few things now, that must be told, in case this
entity known as my daughter's stepfather, and unknown to me at the
time, a character in my book, TPB from 1994 by the name of Jim Pratt,
as he might then have resembled the real life character of Jim Burr,
but now I see much clearer, mister Nash; and fully realize and
comprehend that it was that wonderful magical black cat with the
gorgeous white paws, all along. No one is really alive, and thus, no
one is really dead in three dimensions. I know many people here in
this universe, who died as children, and are alive, and 90 years old;
in many alternate parallel universes in the multiversal hyperspace,
and concentrically; I know many many older folks here, who I know
died very young or were never even born at all, in many of the
parallel universes of the vast gargantuan and unfathomable fifth
dimensional hyperspace. This is just pure proven Quantum Physics, and
the mathematical equations all back this stuff up, it is not some
delusional rantings of mister Michael
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us examine the odds
and coincindtal stuff up close and personal. Why would any casino in
Atlantic city take an intro of one of an unknown person's song in
1983, sent to the Copyright Office, and mess with it for no
descernible tangible logical meaningful reason whatsoever? BUT THEY
DID. I speak of where they came on and announced the song before they
played it over therir Publiuc Address system, and they never before
or after, in all my years of gambling in Atlantic City casinos, did
this again, to any other known or unknown song. Then they also had,
this same casino, out of many others there in Atlantic City,
something called the Royal Casino, only they pronounced it
differently, they know what's getting fucking said here Rog. I of
course am speaking of the great mighty RESORTS INTERNATIONAL HOTEL
AND CASINO, and the once Shalfont Haddon Hall structure, one of the
older if not oldest Atlantic city hotel, now RIHC, since gambling
legislation passed in New Jersey for Atlantic City to operate casinos
back in 1978, total fucking yesterday to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all
know that cops and prosecutors would not buy into these three
powerful coincidental things if they needed these three facts to
arrest or prosecute an individual, oh, but I'm supposed to fucking
cunt sit up in here forced to believe, oh don't get all paranoid you
little sicko Mark, it';s just a bunch of random happenstance. Where
is the fucking justice in this one, MOMMY DEAREST DAVIS PENNOCK
PERFECTION HOMEWRECKER? Wow Misses Pennock, was I a dumb eighteen
year old, in more ways than one, huh Terr? Oh shit, good peeps, am I
getting too mother fucking personal or adult around here, mister
Herman god dam Munster?????????????????????????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!
Well
peeps, YO, before we move on with my mother's tale of woe, let me say
just this little bit more, BRAH. I could type my story a million
times over and tie the world up, and try and make them believe all
the injustice that was done and will be done to me endlessly, and not
get anywhere at all, except eventually jailed for life for massive
kidnapping. On the other and opposite hand good folks, I know deep
down in my fucked up heart, broken EKG's and all; that a few loyal
MORIANS are indeed out here, that they do believe some of my story,
and that they of course have too much fear for personal safety and
the safety of their family, to ever personally decide to organize
together and tackle this problem along with me as a group, as I hoped
that mayvbe the OCCUPY group would do someday. I have to stop fucking
fantasizing, shit like this will never happen, as it is predestined
and pre-programmed that n good thging that would vindicate me and
bring me my deserved justice, will ever ever ever ever ever ever
happen to me, I already know this fully, totally, absolutely, and
completely, Mister Leonard McKinnon, sir, and mister Metz, without
any taping or sampling jobs. WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
well, SAY LEVY, FRENCH SVU FARMA GRAPES of 1988, WHAAAAAAA. Oh sure,
all in my imagination, right down to this horrendous DEMONIC
POSSESSION all this time, the air conditioner bang job being where it
began in 1976 in freaking Media, Pennsylvania, at my mom's apartment,
and still ongoing to this very day. Still, two things he gave me that
made this sort of worth all the agony. One is the fantastic GAWNUM
system, and the other, out of about five systems that he gave me late
in 2008 while I was living with the Gunshot Washcloths of Ventnor,
New Jersey, Mister Molester Reale, is a roulette system that I never
ever have told publicly to the world, and may never be sold without
my permission because these blogs are officially copyrighted, you may
use the systems, just not sell how-to books on using them. This thing
is so simple, you can keep it all in your head. I find it hard to
believe that I have not seem more folks using this, but again, this
dude is a highly intelligent engineer, and knows his onions about a
lot of things. What attracted me to him in the beginning was my
ability to seemingly be able to manipulate STM. This allows me to do
stuff like at the Crystal Lake Diner with the 400 pound rotisserie,
jump off the restaurant ladder in Haddonfield, New Jersey and fall
very slowly to the ground, and be able to do amazing things at the
Haddonwood swimming pool. He first saw me literally fly down a street
up on Long Island where my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald had taken my
distant cousins or her grandchildren, and myself, to see another
cousin after first stopping at a place just down the street from the
famous Ammityville horror house where another cousin lived at that
time, but this is where I came to realize that that was no dream back
on that weekend morning after returning from a shift at the
Cifaloglio security guard job in early October of 2008, and finding
myself in that home of stair chases and anger. But I also have come
to figure out that I really know too much and need to remain very
silent or my all powerful daughter will indeed have her sea charts
earlier than I had planned. Really clever smart folks may indeed put
some of this together and if so, be quiet, things can happen, she
really is god all mighty, believe me. STM is no little thing, as it
takes einsteins concepts and quantum phycists, and merges them
together, but the labbers of 2012 are not aware yet that I know all
of this, so they do not yet have all the formulas worked out, in
their long quest of the great TOE as they call it. This stands for
the Theory Of Everything and I did not make that up, you can look all
this up in any of the physics manuals that would be Google
accessible. This is all part of why SUNRAM was the first thing to
flood back into my conscious memories, during my February of 1996
hypnotherapy sessions, done at Mark wolf's clinic, on Main Street, in
Moorestown, New Jersey, USAESMWG. On this amazing ship, is a
transportation system called the DEC, not short for the month that I
was born, but stands for DISTANCE ELIMINATION CHAMBER. It worked with
both STM as well as powerful fields of electromagnetic energy in a
connected complex configuration with systems capable of direct
channeling with numerous subatomic particles that were always present
and in communication with the overall system, via the utilization of
properly applied principles of STM, or Space-Time-Mind. You see, the
great Albert, only took things to the level of SPACE-TIME, and did
not properly applky the 6th dimension or the MENTAL REALM
to things, and until that is done and properly understood, no
positive result can be achieved for combining the total forces at
work in cosmos, or said another way, both quantum mechanics and all
of the other physical laws that basically all hook up as a part of
the great EMS or Electromagnetic spectrum. Then there is always the
ultimate reality that I have eluded to so many times on blogs for
years now, called the non-atomic-reality. This is a part of the
reason that our reality at the void infinity of zero dimension, can
be lessened to sub-nothingness and then returned back up to
nothingness, creating a totally infinite unlimtred creative force
abnd power that can just as easily create a cosmos of atomic truths,
or one of animal crackers. This is something the world is not ready
to know yet, I don't trust the world, not with this much power, not
when people are shooting up places almost every week, I don't want
that kind of wisdom to be remotely understood yet, humanity is just
not ready. As for the roulette system that I never shared hwever, it
is so simple, and ki never really played with it until recently when
I began monitoring games with several systems, why not, since he
obviously won't ever stop taking my life over exploratronically? It
involves a little bit of judgment because it simply monitors ranges
and just as Wall Streeters try to buy their stocks low and sell them
high, and yet don't always manage to accomplish that feat; this same
principle works here with this particular system of attacking the
casino game of roulette. You always keep a total of the sum of the
most current six outcome numbers, ignoring zero and double zero.
Ranges will form, and as you are at the lowest areas of the low
range, you place a bet on the 19-36 or HIGH outside table layout
betting area. Concentrically, as you are at the highest areas of the
high range, you place a bet on the 1-18 or LOW outside table layout
betting area. It is amazingly accurate no matter how BOTBAR the day
is, or how bad persecution is, just as old Rog told me, back in 2008,
and only recently nearly four years later, have I started using this
one particular system out of about five that he gave to me. This dude
has a knowledge about metaphysical numeration that really does blow
the mind away. For wexample, the enemy poured an assalut on me back
on Saturday. Sunday, I asked the GAWNUM cards, why was this done to
me? The answer came back with PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER-770. DO I
NEED TO SAY IT FOLKS, FINE, I'LL SAY IT THEN, WOW,
WOW, WOW,WOW. Hopefully you know how to operate the GAWNUM,
and have come to realize why this PCN-770 was so incredibly
appropriate, still for those who don't know, I'll come back on
another blog and give you my main matchbook listings for this
powerful number. As you can see, somebody has hacked the computer.
Real funny, SKY. Well, my mom's story can wait for another blog, I am
being major hacked, it seems we are back on 36th Avenue in
San Mateo, California, again, let me see, OK, it has been repaired.
Let me stop teasing my wonderful precious All mighty empire ruling
May 12 daughter, she is real pissed off at me, and just let me know
it. Sorry SKY, may I please continue with my mom's story, you're a
mom, you can relate now, thank you.
***SUICIDE
– OR WAS IT? By Grace Eastman Mason***
I
decided to go off somewhere for a week to collect myself and once
again reshape my life. {I AM INSERTING THIS FOLKS, CAN ANYONE GUESS
WHERE, HEE HEE HEE HEE?}
After
five days I received a phone call from him asking me to please give
him another chance, that he loved me, and would make it up to me. I
gave him that chance. The divorce was pushed once again. He began to
tell his close friends in business that we were going to be married.
After many months we had received word from both his and her
attorney's that they were ready to take action for finalizing the
divorce. That weekend we were especially happy and we has a
delightful lunch at a charming spot in the country.
The
night before I had prepared a home cooked dinner for him. He
smilingly remarked what a happy life we would have together if I just
continued good cooking like that.
To
this very day I shall never know what happened. Suddenly his wife
appeared, again, the early part of the following week. He told me he
was going to attempt reconciliation after all and that it was over
for us. This was not the final or second real shock yet! I had
survived the breakup the first two times and now I must overcome it
again. Once more, overwhelmed with chagrin, I visited my cousin for
just the weekend this time. It was such a lovely home, sprawling by
the beach overlooking a bay. Again I collected myself to face the
future.
This
will conclude the reading of my mom's story for this blog today. A
child can see this is not some crazy nonsense. It not EXPLORATRONS we
need to all fear, it is our failure to accept some real horrendous
ass reality, folks. Now I on the other hand, face the fact, that dirt
bag Jane Fonda has endlessly altered my life quite negatively, with
her clock-ones fucking attack that night in the early summer time in
1993 at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, her abnd that total fucking turd
Ted turner, as my word document office program just showed me to be
at page eleven of fucking ass eleven, so let me now try and cunt pen
rape, AKA compensate while I am in less angrier moods. Here we go.
WOW *****5555555555555555555***
AM
I
BEING
HACKED.
No
LLLL, the truth is something, JUST AS JESUS SAID, is something guilty
and bad evil peeps, just cannot deal with very well, so they bully
the weak, gee, really, I didn't freaking know that little part of
reality. Tell me more, Swami oh great
know-it-all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
******5555555555555555555555******
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, WHAAA.
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