SAFE
JOURNAL 0090---KING NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF AUGUST 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
CH-090-030711.792.55
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME (TEOHIV)
SUBTITLE
OF BLOG SJ-090 IN ADDITION,
MY
YOUNGEST DAUGHTER HAS SPOKEN: (IWALU-PEE).
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Many
old style born again Christian types would say in their words, of my
blog, only they would vehemently disagree with my teachings on
numerous points only due to ignorance of improper biblical
interpretation, that indeed, “The spirit is moving and leading this
entire blog project along, start to finish”, and they would be 100%
totally and absolutely CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
could no way do this, Albert Einstein could no way do this, and no
one else could freaking no way DO THIS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
came home from work during a nasty ass
CHEMTRAIL ATTACK, and blogged my last blog, SJ-CH-089, and
then fell into a very peaceful tired sleep, of which I desperately
mother trucking needed to say the freaking least, BRO. Instantly, my
youngest daughter, Paula King Junior, aged twelve and a half years,
was there, along with quite a few people I do not know at all, from
this universe here in hyperspace where now I am back 'awake and
typing'. I will not by any means go into a detailed account of this
'dreaming-interaction', but will tell a smattering of bullshit that
needs to be in fact told right here and right now. Then I'll remind
my old readership and inform my newer one that will most likely never
archive shit I wrote from 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 or so years back, about
a topic called the FASCITAR, and you should be able to GOOGLE this
up. Remember that at any time, they can shut me up, erase my life as
“PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN OF STUDIO PARK RECORDS” DID TO ME, as “BILLY
HARNER”, the 60'S ROCK STAR DID TO ME, as “SALLY STARR”, THE
EAST COAST MID-LATE 20TH CENTURY LEGEND DID TO ME, and many, many,
many other people have all done to me, and make it so that I seemed
to never even exist, or interact with any of these people, and for
doing this; whether the mighty freaking evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL
realizes it or not, or who dare to figure out that I HAVE REALIZED IT
NOW, that all of this SUPER BIG ASS TIME PLAYS RIGHT INTO MY HANDS ON
PROVING MUCH MORE GARGANTUAN HUMONGOUS SHIT ALSO WAS, AND CURRENTLY
IS, TOTALLY REAL AND PART OF MY HELLISH FREAKING NIGHTMARE LIFE, OR
BETTER SAID, NIGHTMARE ASS EXISTENCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU EVIL WOMO MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. You may be winning in March of
two thousand and freaking eleven and all the time before that where
'MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON NEW JERSEY', also GOOGLED up as my
'DONNA-SUMMER-INTERNET-HATE-PAGE', YO, existed as this particular
“DREAM-DOWN-ENTITY, off of the great ASTRAL-PLANE, but you will
not win in the bigger picture of long running play, my evil freaking
rock chucking bunt tapping friends and fiends and monsters and
fire-malls and McGuire's, and 1970's and Ninny's and Alan J. Wolf of
the Clubs of Princeton, in 1966. WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU WILSON
JESSUP, AND SALVADOR VENTURA, YO BRO??????????????
In
this interaction of about a two hour deep sleep earlier this
afternoon from about a quarter past three until a quarter past five,
many things occurred, beginning in the mighty SCYLLA LAKEHOUSE, where
my daughter “PEE”, as she has nicknamed herself, showed me how
her great E-BAY invention is no more than a proper application of
applying normal waking world concepts of marketing and shipping with
the great unknown science of tomorrow, known as STM, or
SPACE-TIME-MIND. She and I have a special game that we play, and the
world would choose not to understand it very well, and thus needs not
be included in this safe-journal-blog. No one seemed to be at home in
the great 36th Avenue Lake-House, and then we entered a
room upon the completion of our game, where many strange balloons
were dangling from the ceiling, this was a huge size room and there
must have been hundreds of balloons and all the colors of the
rainbow. When I woke up later on and turned on the television to
catch the remainder of the “LAW AND ORDER” afternoon television
shows, about an hour into the viewing, a commercial aired that I know
I've never seen before, showing these same balloons only not in a
room but out of doors someplace instead. Super weird, huh? No, not at
all, it's all just normally occurring processes of STM, and no
different than my saying the word “MI”, in a questionable
fashion, right before the opening intro to the song that I wrote in
the summer time of the year of 1986 called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. In
the interaction, the mere touching of these 'magical balloons',
resulted in suddenly becoming weightless and instantly upon my
touching them, I began floating gently off into the wind. As I began
to learn how to manipulate my body and the wind currents, I was able
to soar like a great hawk, and began flying all around the
'LAKEHOUSE', only when I went through a weird small lightly wooded
park, and returned again, the scenery was changed, and now the huge
'LH' was a very large hotel, sprawling all around in an almost
unfathomable future type of architecture. I dropped down and landed
on the ground, actually thinking in this interaction, gee, I came
down and landed like you wanted me to in 1997, Estelle Andersen
Bassler of 30 Plaza Place in ACNJUSAESMWG, only in the year of 1997,
it was then in Ormund Beach, FLUSAESMWG. There was a strange young
girl, tall and in super physical condition that I did not trust for
some strange reason, and I hurried through the front doors leading to
the main hotel lobby area, where once inside a wide and plush
corridor lead in a small angular way, both to the left as well as to
the right. I went to the right, and when going inside, I had to pass
between four sets of numerous doors that merely contained a small
area and a few steps up each time, and I was wondering to myself, why
are so many sets of doors necessary, and also I remember thinking,
'gee am I being pressurized or something'? Suddenly I found myself
on a ladder-elevator, where you literally climbed a ladder, only the
entire ladder also moved up and down when hailed from many floors, it
was the weirdest freaking thing that I have ever encountered since
the mile-high future Wildwood, New Jersey roller-coaster that I saw
being built in two-thousand and twenty-nine. In retrospect, I now
know that the great Ninny McKannon from back in the year of 1980,
took me up to 2029 as he took me back to my high school, up to the
World Series Parade of 2008 from 6 weeks before, and on and on and on
I could talk on this wild ass topic, YO!!!!!!!! How good you are with
that hub cap hammer, and getting from town to town in a short DE-HOP,
huh Artie Singer, dad of my good friend from 1979, and Stock Broker,
Rich Singer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that's missing is the word
AT, right Paula Patton???????????????????????????? 'LOIS FOCA' at HER
BEST, right???????????
Getting
back to the ladder, it was quite scarey, as when on the
elevator-ladder, my weight could be felt again, and only re-touching
the group of magical helium balloons restored me to the weightless
floaty condition as existed prior to this. LSS, (Long Story Short), I
eventually made my way back into the hotel front door area and got
off this huge scarey ladder that at any time jerked up and down with
quite a bit of force. The second time I was heading inside, the same
girl who for whatever reason, I did not trust, was right behind me. I
tried opening the first set of doors or one of them, for her, but
somehow, she was not right behind me as I had thought that she was
and she thought that I had been rude and walked in without holding
the door, and she said to me that she was gonna kick my ass, and I
kept right on walking and opening these seemingly endless sets
of doors and just getting back to the corridor
that laid beyond this as quickly as possible. Again, I turned to the
right, and this time walked much further down the same corridor and
eventually it opened up into a giant square room bigger than a
ballroom dance floor. One side had regular hotel looking
check-in/check-out booths, and all of the normal hotel related
things, while other ends of this room had things that I had never
seen in my entire life, on any plane of existence, or in any other
part of waking or dreaming hyperspace in the five dimensions beneath
'Mind-itself'. Unknown music and songs were playing over a powerful
public address system, loudly. Sub-woofers like gangsters enjoy
listening to were also built into the system, it was very loud, and
not pleasant. Out of nowhere, some strange government agent came up
to me and demanded to see what he called my “fracture-tapewave-ID”.
Instantly I remembered this word from the spring time in the year of
1970, and the other wild dreaming experience, (interaction), while I
was residing at '0-15' Dellway Arms
Apartments, on Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG. I told him it
was back where the magical balloons were, and that my daughter PEE
had it for safe keeping. He then hollered at me and I quote, “Your
rotten daughter that tried to kill that Jersey State Trooper six
years back, ya' son of a bitch”? Shockingly, I retorted, loudly,
“YES-SIR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then he laughed raucously at me and
managed while still in a total laughter fit, to blurt out the words,
“She'll never get the fuck out of the Harborfields Detention Center
of Egg Harbor City, you little shit-head, you”. Then he got that
crazy yet cool 'Detective L&O Fontanna' face change, where he
looks smiley, and then the face instantly changes to real serious and
mean; the coolest shit I ever saw on TV in my entire life by the way
MISTER DICK WOLF. He then proceeded to give me a horribly hard shove
that sent me falling down and continuing to actually roll a few times
until my head bumped up against PEE. I stood up and told her
how much I loved her, and that she will never
have to go back there to the Detention Center. Then Mayor or really,
EX-MAYOR Robert Levy of Atlantic City, only there in this part of the
hyperspace, he was still the MAYOR and it was 2011 as the
calendar of the present time of March of 2011
was right on a nearby wall, and he put his hand on my shoulder and
said to me that in a paraphrase, I should not have made trouble for
Governor McGreevy and him and his fagot lover on the Stone Harbor
jetty that day, and that I would not have been shot if I was not
trying to blackmail the governor. Then out of nowhere, an entire army
of state troopers tackled my giant daughter, who even though she is
not yet in her teens, she all ready stands 77 inches tall and can
flex a solid rock hard 23 inch bicep. She fought off the entire
bunch, I could hear bones breaking, it was a horrible scene. Then
suddenly she and I were simply not in the hotel, it had become the
'LAKEHOUSE' again. We were back in this large room, and playing our
favorite game together again, called, “2000”, having nothing to
do with the calendar year by the way. Then I remembered that as
mortals would call this experience, I
had experienced a “DREAM-WITHIN-A-DREAM”, a frequent occurrence
for me, and normally when not under aerial siege, I do not bother to
report the many times and the many details of these numerous
continual happenings, as we sixties-hippies-kids used to say.
Let
me remind peeps about the magical {{{((:“FASCITAR”:))}}}. You may
GOOGLE it up, and the original writings from the nineteen-sixties
seems to have vanished from history, as has my connections with MY
CREATION OF “STUDIO PARK RECORDS”, AS CITED IN MY BOOK, “THE
PERMISSION BARRIER”, from the year of 1994 and all legally
officially COPYRIGHTED, but yes, making stuff vanish that THEY want
to vanish is a powerful tool that this CULT CALLED THE LAMBRIGGERS or
the LAMIST CULT that is a mere Earthly waking world double or
doppelganger of the evil one third of the GMC or the GREAT
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, has used, and does use, and will always use
against those that they hate, and that are powerless to stop them,
and their SATAN DEMONIC wicked evil vicious sinful shit. I touched on
this, no make that, I pounded on this very topic on more than one
mother trucking occasion in my book from 1994, TPB!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
my evil enemies will indeed be eventually brought to justice, as my
family created this entire shit, the USA, the founding fathers, all
of it, the entire Christianity-CULT, it was all my descendants from
the late 23rd and early 24th century who used
STM from the great WL of Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, to go back and do all
this, so when I say justice will come, be assured peeps, IT WILL,
just as the major twisters, fires, volcanoes, and earthquakes, one by
one by one, all just the way I said, and we all know we can bet our
'bippies' as well as our future times in the present world,
British-Petroleum, on this one. How I remember good old Denver,
Colorado, John Henningsen, say that to me all the time, “You can
bet your bippie, Mark”, yeah, I know I can MISTER
CAMPBELLS SOUP TRAVELLER. The magic chain, the magic
balloons, gimme a 'bweak here, Elmer wabbit Fwudd', WHAAAAAAAA!!!! OH
YEAH, R-I-G-H-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go
on the u-tube PEEPS, LOOK AT THE MILLIONS OF 'chemtrail' videos and
reports, YO, and then wemember wabbit, when this began
in 1987, no one anywhere believed me, someday, the world
will know all the freaking bullshit that I've been put through by
this incredible bunch that identified themselves to me in a powerful
summertime 1970 interaction, (DREAM) as “THAT FAMILY”. THIS IS
ALL SO TRUE AND SO SCAREY, AND SO- SO DAMN THOMAS J. REAL/E. Did you
get my DNA, or were you REALLY just jerking off on that other bed,
YO??????????????? 'OH, OH Paula, I still do wanna marry
UUUUUUU'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
OF THIS TWANSMISSION, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
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