SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0570

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0570

SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

STARTING BLOG:

There are a few people now who know what is going on, at least as much as I do anyway. No one can ever predict or anticipate, or really know the mind of Scylla Goddess, AKA a billion other names throughout transdimensional time and hyperspace and astrality, and this is because of such a simple truth it is not funny. Multiply by what I now say by an importance factor of about one times ten to the power of fifty. We all are ants crawling around in a large ant colony in an area of sand out in a clearing in some local wooded lot. SHE is the bulldozer that is heading over to this lot to clear it and then make way for a housing development to be built. If anyone tried to warn these millions of ants of their impending doom, it would fall literally on deaf ears. The only possible way to try and do this if you love these ants and feel the overwhelming desire to save them from their shortly awaited fate, would be to build a mechanical ant, able to be programmed as both a human with our level of mind, as well as a switching system so that also, this droid could be an ant as well, at will, and interact with other ants. This is the idea that most of human religion's base the concept of some savior and deliverer, needs to be sort of a combined god-man. Christianity especially, would fit well into this example with the attempts to save this gigantic ant colony. The problem is that a huge balloon hoax is going on while all the while, this bulldozer example is in fact quite real, with humanity. The hoax is not being perpetrated by any one force, and you can blame the various strange clubs and societies, some of which I have been posting videos from the YOUTUBE on my blog, just to give my blogaud an idea of the thoughts of the rest of the world. I know that things are a little different than anything else you will find anywhere on the entire internet, because, unlike even those closest to the great SSJKK in any of Her human interactions, I AM THAT BOY, and that never changes, despite Scylla and I having our little tussles and beefs here and there. Now in 1980, after moving into the Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, New Jersey; and experiencing the most wild interaction imaginable where SHE sang the song to me from HER great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, called, “Love Is For Carpenters”, you might say, this was the beginning of HER PLAN with me, call it Stage-1 or Phase-1, or any name you wish, what is in a name as Shakespeare said so perfectly a while back? But trying to really probe the mind of the great GODDESS SSJKK, now we come to that block of heavy concrete, and we as people no matter how smart we ever think that we are getting, with all our internet technology and anything else that may soon come down the road; we have only our heads, made of brain and skull bone, and this cannot crack through or ever hope to break, this huge cement block, no matter how incorrigible or persistent we are, or how tenaciously we continue trying. Just as science and cosmology and quantum dynamics evolves and learns and appears to be chasing some type of hopelessly desired omniscience, it is always going to be a dog chasing a tail, and one that cannot grow long enough ever, for the poor beast to catch it in a vigintillion eons. What exactly, this great goddess has done in my life since I was very young, has a similarity to all of this. Maybe indeed this All mighty being does have some incredible grand plan for me, and all of us, and maybe it is the most cool, cruel, wild twisted deal imaginable; there is not one soul on this physical plane in any parallel universe of the entire fifth dimensional hyperspace reality, who can ever know the answer to this, one way or the other. If THAT-BOY can go through a lifetime of her and her antics, and not be one pebble distance closer to knowing what needs to be known regarding my own life and how this all fits together with HER; please don;t tell me that some clergyman in the Vatican or anyone else on the planet can, or I will quietly mock you and laugh at you. I have known this incredible TEEN QUEEN for all eternity, just as all of the other parts of me that are not me directly (all of you), also do, only all of you have a memory block that is TOTAL, whereas mine is JUST SPOTTY.

How much longer these blogs will go on, or I will, for that matter, is extremely problematical, folks. I will tell you all that I spend a lot of time with the GAWNUM, or using Gawky Gaukauk's Numerology. This is not like anything else in the world. Since humans learned to speak and create an alphabet, they created the magic system of communication that was a bigger deal than the wheel, fire, or even prostitution. If we don't laugh, we will cry, most of us, and Mister Trump is of course excluded here. Still, I am always happy to be of service to the endless love of my life, and if the great Sarah Krassle can take anything in this present lifetime that I have4 ever said or done, and either go white matter space with it or black matter space against it, as only SHE knows what I am talking about and no one else most likely, well, then I get a warm hearted feeling, because despite all of the crap and disagreements, she is MY GODDESS, and I am HER eternal THAT-BOY, and very humble servant, and SHE knows that, no matter how I rant on for weeks at a time when I get frustrated and angry at HER great games. SHE cannot help being an eternal teenager, this is what SHE is on the ASTRAL PLANE.

Now for the news of the rest of the bad day after being home and posting the last blog up. WOMO-MILITUFORCE, that Biblically, could translate into the SATANIC KINGDOM, assaulted me physically. I was given not only a horrendous fucking bowel attack, but my feet suddenly peeled a lot of skin for no reason at all, as though I had come from some swimming club like Haddonwood. This would create foot fungus from time to tie, going to public showers without sandals, but I did nothing whatsoever, and this affliction just came on me, just like the chocking condition, magically struck me on the night of June the fourth back in 1983 at 10:30 Post Meridian, and it was Doctor Addiego who eventually saved me by prescribing 4 milligrams of Ativan per day. The mysterious Sarah Jacobson traveler throat specialist assistant was not the one who saved me from this hell, so please as Dawn-Marie King would say to me back at Hammonton 3 and 4 years ago, “Don't get it fucked up”. How I miss you Dawn, oh wow. Sort of about the way I would miss having everyone I care about struck by a nuke bomb. Speaking of these nasty things, well, the world ends in fire according to the bible, so whether it is World War Three or the sun going into its eventual RED-GIANT-PHASE, this truth was most definitely known about in biblical times, so how is all of this possible unless the Nick Club of Time Travelers, is behind all of this? Also, now I realize that he also, was called. Like me, he obeys the Master. Hay, we godda love her, right pal? Keep her as happy as you can, you know how the family curse works buddy, my mom drank as a result of her coworkers, oh right, not according to Brits pop, DUH!

Http://www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/ is some kind of proof that time travel is being done, as I can barely work computers, and have nothing but hacking day and night, so I did not make that happen on the last blog up there, dated September 30, 2008. Oh yes folks, it is just a re-post, but I did not make up the trip with Mister Basketball, thirty one days in the future from the blog date back in '08, YO. Don't give me that much credit peeps. I am trying to get some DUMMIES books for YOUTUBE, so far, unsuccessfully. Also, I have unsuccessfully attempted to do many things on this machine, so please don't give me any credit for posting that blog up on the wordpress site, folks. You would be giving me a billion dollar credit line Master-card to a bankrupt person, deep in debt, with a judgment against him from the great illustrious dododododooooing it Tom Reale right JC Penney. Oh Joan Lapplane, if only I had not shown off and let folks see my motion tricks back in those lovely days. SHEEEEEIT!

GIMME' A FWIKKIN BWEAK FOLKS PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE, YO!!!!!!!!!

Well folks, it is almost five of the clock on this Tuesday morning, I am now going to post up this blog, WHAAAAAA.

Nighty night, and please forgive me for being such a prick lately, SSJKK, I know I am difficult, want me to add more?

In closing, I will just say that I will obey and trust my TEEN-QUEEN. SHE does not want me to do YBCO, so fine, screw it as far as I'm concerned. City Hall is hard enough to fight, but try arguing with Jehovah Goddess folks. Read the great bible, but please try to see things a little more enlightened than those folks who walked amongst us thousands of dam years ago. It is so ashame, because it is so beautiful of a song, with the harmonies done from such a heavenly voice. Where are you when I need you Doctor Carey, in 1984, or 2012? Remember the other version of the BOOK OF BEACH? Are there not occasionally two sides to stories, oh great TEEN QUEEN GODDESS????????????????????

END OF THIS WHITTLE BWOG:

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