SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0523

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0523

1:10 AM-EDST ON 22 AUGUST, 2012

ONE MINUTE SHY OF JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE

BEGINNING THE BLOG:

Diana (lightning) came over yesterday afternoon again for a 7^th time, with lovely beautiful ribbons and Cloud-Ground bolt lightning strikes, filled with surreal and fantastic colors, lighting up my very soul. THANK YOU BABY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did you know, that if ant group of ten people, observed any event, anywhere and anytime, that they would not be able to tell the facts in full to this event, they would never match up, not if it was more than a black cat entered a small red doghouse and an animal fight seemed to be the result inside or something that quick and simple. This is not because of any existing reason, not by head shrinks or scientists or philosophers, as no two persons can seemingly totally agree on this either, as to the why's. Now add a videotaping or complete recording of the event. Let each person see the replay after the event took place, and before they are individually asked to give a report of what took place. Still, the same thing would happen. I am perhaps onto a tiny fraction of what is behind some really powerful OZ-curtains, but just a small fraction, not the entire deal by any means, still I will tell a little tiny bit of this on this blog. First I'll say this much. Anyone can hear a person tell a wild story and all the time they hear the teller of the story insist on its truth and validity, the listener has a various degree of beliefs and doubts, as to the full substance and total of what they are hearing. I challenge anyone to do this, before we go ahead and march on a ways. Without really thinking so hard you sweat, begin with one thing that happened to you, I do not care what, something you said or did, something done or said to you, something you witnessed, or any of many other possible things, but begin with some part of each month, going back month after month, and tell me how far back you get in months or years and months, before you find it difficult to just get one clear thing in your mind from somewhere in any one particular month. Also, tell me you do not have to almost mysteriously wonder, if the other people around you if the item involves a person as it may or it may not, that is up to you; but be sure some of them do, and ask yourself just how you think in your most honest mind, this other person or persons there, at that month, would be perceiving what you are perceiving. These little mind games and mind tricks are indeed done at labs that study the mind, but let me tell you a little bit that you won't hear there or anywhere, in case you might just be at all interested. Things or events or whatever, are not happening at all, and this is the hugest cosmic illusion of the Virtual Reality game of Waking Life that we all are sharing right now. In this game, we definitely have scoundrels and evil monstrous folks, as well as darn right decent good people. Naturally, the majority are always a group that exists in some magical zone that would exist someplace smack dab in the middle gray range in-between the other extremes. But excluding the most rotten wicked evil few at the mean end of the scale who might just be able to kill their grandmother and laugh, for the most part, we all are trying to coexist in some relative peaceful cohabitant environment in a very weird new global society here in the present times. My life has something that war veterans can all relate to, two things in fact. All though I never served my country in the military, I share these two following items with those who did. One is a lot of traumatic experiences, and the other is not always being able to line things up in a rational time order, where our personality, our life, our very core beingness, altered in one or more ways and at one or more times. I have gone out of my way to show a lot of mindsets over the past five years or so, along with reporting my life on these blogs, by this I simply mean, I will introduce subjects that could possible be related to things I tell and blog about, such as missing time and forgetting things in strange ways and UFO study and all things along these lines, or then I may discuss conspiracy theories or paranormal phenomenon, then Scientificly related topics such as the Quantum Theories and Dynamics. I can, and have, gone on and on, and spoken many things, but all of this, is just to get folks to stop being endless blank tapes, and try and get a few people on the road towards heavy thinking.

I can only keep trying to put things together, and I am human, I make mistakes, I get moody, I get depressed and angry, sue me for being flesh and blood, I'm sorry. Still, this does not change a thing, these words just tell you that I've been walking you all through a lot of wild areas in the hope of getting you to think on a wider ranging scale in general, before we step morianity up to any newer or bigger levels. Anyone looking hard and tagging along next to me, not only would, but I could cite case examples from days gone by, who actually HAVE told me that I am not like anyone they ever knew before in any way, and that rules of normal physics seem to even bend from time to time, around me. Some paraphrased statements made to me from college educated and degreed people, include and are not limited to items such as: You go beyond man and his religion. Before meeting you I could rationally explain anything but with you I am forced to admit that things go on around you that I cannot always explain. What are you into, it is effecting the lives of me and entire world it seems? All three of these things were said to me, one in the nineties, one in the eighties, and one in the seventies, you need not be concerned with more than that for right now. All these people had degrees, they graduated from a good college, and were not fly by night bums living in a building such as I do and living off of public assistance programs. If you think any of this is what I want or ever have asked for, you know me about as well as as you know the next approaching hurricane. If things were all planned before I ever even left High School, and they were; they were just as easily planned before I was even here physically, because the true reality is not physical,and the quantum Physicists all totally know this, it is admitted to, it is on unlimited television documentaries, but it is not something the leaders of the world are hoping that the mass population will start thinking seriously about, so instead, they bombard them with reality shows, talent contest shows, and other entertainment shows of facts and fictions. This was all a totally laid out plan, from the days when Hollywood the great, was BORN. I know this. I had a mother who had a wild so called psychic cousin named Maud Huntington. She knew things. One of those things that she knew, I dared to sing about in a song that I sent to the US © Office in 1986 called, “Rip Off Town”, AND THIS MAY HAVE JUST AS EASILY HAVE BEEN WHAT STARTED THIS ATTACK ON MY LIFE OR ITS WORSENING FROM WHERE IT ALL READY WAS LAYING SEMI DORMANT IN THE FIRST PLACE, AS THAT OTHER SONG FROM THE SAME ALBUM, AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, 'RGG'.

For reasons that no one can ever know, many things happen every day, every hour, every minute, to all of us, I am no different from any other living being as far as that is concerned. As for citing one particular thing that happened to me, just tonight in this PHA Building in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, with my next door subwoofer dude neighbor; he gave me a nice personal concert for an hour or so, and then it got quiet, he has not done this in quite a while, so I asked the GAWNUM why this event happened as it did and when it did, and out came PCN-963, and more than ten-thousand good reasons for what is going on, or maybe we can forget the thousand part for now, still, it is still very pertinent, and I need not go on with that. Many wild things are in the wind all around me, but things started to take a shape all its own on Watergate Day, shortly after I decided to redo an old 1983 song called, “Girl, I'll Tell you Anything”, and make a few changes to it, very minor ones, Mister American Express Goldman Mountainpen Miners, but enough to make me see that stuff I thought I just might be imagining, was not at all imagined, as music and the mind, are two things incapable of having their pants catch fire. Indeed, the great inescapable CALLIO CLAN, is just that, no matter what I do or hard I try, as this is first a world of E, and then later and after, it is a world of M. Even the great New-Age author Mister Castaneda knew this, and wrote about this in his fantastic books back in the nineties. A young fifteen year old does not go down to the seashore to work a summer time job, and end up in a wild series of intra-nightly-dreaming-experiences with a wild family from the so-called future, and then poof, the future has been here now since the days of Approximate Haddonwood Gerard Styles Shadows, of all shades, light and bright, or dim and dark.

Now for those not reading these blogs and words at blogger dot com, you need to go back to blog number 0500, found at the URL given below, and re-read the story of my mom that I began to print in sections, as it will continue now on this blog, and be pasted into blog sites where as far as they're concerned, it seems to just begin here, so go back, and rear it folks. The second URL is to archive older stuff at the blogger site, but use the first address for the newer stuff.

http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/

http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/

SUICIDE, OR WAS IT, BY GRACE EASTMAN MASON—1977.

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. My only request of him was that somehow he continue to provide transportation to work. I realize now that what I should have said was - “please give me a little time to find another means to commute even if I have to move”. But, at times like this, he was very uncommunicative. He had not even given a reason, nor would he, for this very sudden and shocking change. Upon returning from my trip, I asked my doctor for a prescription for my nerves, and told him why. On the way home from work I picked up the pills at the store.

Next morning I met him outside my apartment building ready for work as usual. I managed to get through the day. But, that night there were many buzzes and knocks on my door. I did not respond as I had gone to bed early. When the knocks and buzzes pounded in my ears, I could not go to sleep. It left me little alternative but to answer the door. I did. There stood both man and wife, staring at me. The rest is somewhat vague, but they did come in. I do not recall whether or not I invited them.

Not one word did he utter during their brief visit, but his wife talked continuously. She reprimanded me for having gone out with him, even though he had not been home more than three times in the past two years and during which time their divorce was in process. I was at a loss for words. It was too much to bear.

Then came the full impact – the second blow which I was not yet prepared to handle. As he sat there with nothing at all to say, she pointed her finger at me and said harshly – My husband is never to take you to work again”.

Sometime during all this, he had quickly walked out of my apartment. I do not recall at just what point, or why. Everything became hazy.

This will conclude the reading of my mom's sad story about her office romance that went horribly wrong back in the year of 1976.

This will also conclude the blog for today, other than for my making this final little insertion here folks. If I had a silver freaking nickel for every spurious event in the life of me or the close in part of my family, as well as all the wild stuff in the life of other parts of the family that will be endlessly beyond blogger limits, I would be at least a seven figure boy.

ENDING THE BLOG: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!