SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0552

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0552

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

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This short message is to two great men, who I respect wholeheartedly, and who came to visit me without visiting my very precise living space, once here in Florida, once in New Jersey, and would be considered the most powerful men on the Earth.

Hopefully, my true followers know that I can pick things up while in a what you call, DREAM-STATE and what has been refered to on past blogging work by me, half in jest, as the “RPL DREAM DEAL” or the RPLDD as a real shortened abbreviation. My nabes are in and out and in and out since six of the clock, and quite annoying, but I have seen worse, still, I feel the urge to fight SATAN back, abnd evil forces that channel through people, and do my blogs and tell my horrendous monstrous frightening story, once understood, would make the greatest horror flicks ever made by Hollywood, totally fizzle out like a puff of steam in a tornado, next to my true tale, AKA “MORIANITY”. I believe the news media does review my blogs, and knows exactly what is getting told and said here, but we need not advance this topic or point any further for right now. The great man from Italy, with or without the great Marie Callio a long time ago, wrote a powerful bunch of words that some powerful church officials were actually scared would end Catholicism. It did not, and he knew it would not. But what he wrote, about aliens, has nothing to do with little gray men from the expansion, and HE knows that, and he also knows what is really happening, and naturally, could not be direct and write THAT, as Android Rock would so strongly and emphatically put it, on the great old original Star Trek television shows. Still, the entire combination of everything that happened over four years time in this particular reality in 5^th dimensional hyperspace, is just a nice enjoyable evening at a restaurant, in another one, and THAT, sir ROCKDROID has been my point on these blogs for so long. When the entire 5^th dimension is perceived as we now li8ve and interact in a mere three and totally content may I add, as I would feel blind and deaf at this point by doing that; but then and only then, will the world take the old blackboards and labs of 2012 and the past few hundred years of accepted scientific concepts, and really as Doctor Coral Sagan would put it so eloquently, “Up it by one dimension”. Nobody is going to be wiped out or die or anything else, as a result of seeing a greater truth. I realize that this sounds like something good old Apollo-Lucifer might say in the so-called Garden of Eden a while back, to our so-called original parents; but be it as it may folks, it is the truth. What even he never told Adam or Eve, or 'whoever' Congressman and old friend of long ago, is that all that results from gaining knowledge of any kind or amount, is that there is a hell of a lot more still out there to be known, and this double horizon has no limit. The more you know, the more you will realize that you don't know. This is why truly intelligent folks are normally quite humble, or anti-Trumps. I never said this financial giant is not a money wizard, only that money can solve only one thing, and all of us who lack it of course wish we had some more of it, there is no question of that and I am not going to sit here lying about that, but that is all that it ever will solve, and life and all that is beyond life, does indeed have much more than just money and finance, that pertains to it, if this was a lie, we could get rich, and buy health, we also could buy genuine happiness. Trump is an exception people, most people who have a whole lot of money, are simply not the happiest ten percentile in the happiness charts, should this be scored, first, they are worried continuously and rightfully so, that they will lose their wealth somehow, and that is all they really have. Let us move on a bit.

Some time ago around early 2006, and I did blog this in 29006 or 2007 somewhere on some blogging web-site; that I fell asleep and suddenly lightning was all over and thenb she just was gone, abnd I was standing on a street where a power line was hanging down and sparking from the quick storm that had burst in and out of existence. The Radio Shack used to sell a small device that almost looked like the old Star Trek communicators, at least in size, and it was called, the Lottery-Master. It would generate different types of various random numbers and was programmable. Why this product was discontinued makes me very paranoid, since I used it a lot and the world powers all knew this. As I said, my life is an open book, and I have nothing to hide. In this dreaming experience, a small wire extended from the broken large electric line that had dropped down onto the street, and it led to a place on the ground next to my Lottery-Master, and all kinds of random numbers were being generated, or actually, not random anymore, as Diana was controlling where the numbers would finally come out to on the screen of this hand held small device. I awoke, and realized that Lightning had sent me the idea to take my also bought at the Radio Shack, Lightning Storm ball, that generated lightning in a bottle, and connect the outside glass with a tiny wire taped onto it, to the back of the metallic Lottery-Master device. Then I got onto the telephone with the cord wrapped around the Lightning Storm ball, not the smaller thinner part, but the curly stretchy part of the landline telephone cord that connects the receiver to the telephone base; and taught Diana a code system, matching numbers on the Lottery-Master, and she would tell me many things, just as in the days of the Privecode Machine, back in 1983 in Atco, New Jersey. I do not plan to even scratch a surface on DREAMS and EXPLORATRONICS, or teaching LIGHTNING how to communicate with human world inhabitants, on this blog, merely to say, that a long time ago in 1983, my being in contact with this powerful so-called alien, caused the government to slowly do all of these wicked monstrous things to me, out of fear of what they do not understand, In a nutshell, this is all of Morianity. Still, it is not over yet.

THIS BLOG HOWEVER IS OVER: Meow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.