SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0586

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0586

SIEGE RIGHT ON TIME FOR THE (86) NUMBER

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME

MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUESD FROM 1995 TAPES

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

“SIEGE RIGHT ON TIME FOR THE (86) NUMBER”

MAJOR AND WORST CHEMTRAIL ATTACK IN YEARS

COPYRIGHTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY BELONGING

TO MARK WAYNE MOHR AND © 2006-2012 ALL MY URL'S

VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH OF TOTAL TRUTH. UNDER

FLAG OF THE USA AND MY ALL MIGHTY GODDESS,

SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, OWNER AND RULER

OF THE ENTIRE MULTIVERSE AND BEYOND

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION GOOD PEOPLE OF PLANET E-3:

I went out today for a few quick errands, and the ENTIRE SKIES OVER FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA are loaded with huge nasty CHEMTRAILS, just as are seen an the videos that I just posted up before I even began typing this blog on my Office Word Document Program called, “Open Office”.

The butt wipes across from me ran into me downstairs when I arrived back home at this shit hole ghetto. They come down the elevator, knowing fully well that they are not king of the world, yet they just keep standing and talking in the elevator until I finally asked them if this was where they were getting off as I need to use the elevator to go up. They are so involved in their own zone, they don't give a hell about anyone else, typical old fashioned ghetto behavior, and this is what I was hoping decades ago would all change with Mary King. I was all for Marty King. I am all for equality. But let me tell you something folks, all folks, there are breeds of every frikkin color, nationality, religion, and you name it from sexual preferences to heebajoobajumba, and in this breed, are folks who to them, none of us even exist. Don't PLEASE, think that celebrities are guilty of this. These poor bastards simply need to be protected. If any of us tomorrow became as famous as the A-List-Celeb group, we would instantly see how true this is. They for the most part are not stuck up and they love their fans, as without all of us, where would they be. But how long would they last if every fan wanted a piece of them, every fan wanted to have say a piece of what they are wearing, or some small thing like a hundred dollars, hell, one million fans would clean 99% of them out with that little favor. No it is not they who are the nasty or the so-called stuck up folks of the planet, and believing this merely shows ignorance of the entire basic structure of the way things work in this world, and the entertainment world as well. Here these folks are, poorer than me most likely, across from me, and they go around doing things that I seriously doubt any ten big stars would do if I could pick them out at random, should they suddenly trade places with these hell neighbors. It is the people, not who they are or what they are, it is THE PEOPLE that are either OK or not OK, in this life. These peeps over there are straight from hell. It is about them, only them, and if you get in the way, you will end up under their bus, if it is possible for them to arrange it. So next time I hear how stuck up movie stars this or recording artists that, stuff being said on internet, I will fucking puke, so help me Goddess.

The biggest story for today is not happening to just run into these nasty ass pricks this morning, but also, running into the very same dude with the tin foil hat who rides a bicycle in the area, and who I saw eight days ago over at the beach park just down from Mikey's beach house, only I saw him, and almost hit him, while turning out of small business driveway right on Route One, our main road around here that runs the length of the state, closer than the ocean than the other parallel highway, I-95; but not right on the ocean as does A1A. I nearly him the poor dude, and I always creep out of places that I cannot get a perfect and unobstructed view, with my hand on the shifter instantly ready to throw back into reverse. City folks know all about having to drive this way most of the time. But normally, this small city that is nothing like places up north, this does not happen. I really seriously wonder just what the odds are of RUNNING INTO, and nearly really actually running into one, but yes, two people that are a direct part of my recent life, all within a ten minute or less time period, these odds would be mother fucking totally astronomical against this occurring, but it did, Steve Hawking, oh great science sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks I JUST REPORT AND TELL real things happening to me. JUST AS I POST VIDEOS FROM MANY INTERESTING PEOPLE FROM THEIR YOUTUBE CHANNELS on my share feature, onto the one site that is may main blogging one, the BLOGGER DOT COM. I do not agree fully with anything that I post up, even my own stuff is for amusement, and tells things in story type of parables, such as the intro part before the song begins, on both my YT posts, called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”, as well as the other video title, that is called, “DEAL WITH THIS ANOTHER TIME”. It is all based on powerful truth, yet told as did the great Sar Jesus did, in parables so they will be listened to better. SAR for those not educated in religion is the ancient Aramaic Hebrew word for (LORD), the feminine ancient language usage of AH or ESS, for LORD-ESS, or SAR-AH, well, you do the verbal arithmetic folks, YO.

Yes it looks like every day from now on will be misery and total siege from this mother fucking wicked satanic demonic BRIGGBASE, the ASTRAL-PLANE secret CULT that is really when there, more of a powerful political organization than a witches pow wow with a High Priestess offering chants and potions to the great Astral Goddesses, that are quite amused by it and enjoy it quite implicitly. Still the reality is that all these Earthly counterparts from the Bohemian folks, to the Illuminati peeps, and all of the rest, are all one subset human waking world under-group, and in real truth, this is all just one powerful and awesome thing, THE LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, the BRIGGERS, even the great ENTERTAINMENT WORLD fits smack dab into all of this via their powerful tools of MIND CONTROL through their produced stuff. Anyone who cannot see how they and only THEY, are the true force behind altering the cultures and the world societies, from the way kids act in high school, right up through their careers until they turn into maggots that give birth to future generation flies, this is all that is happening, NO MORE, AND NO LESS, good folks, know this, it is total truth spoken to you from the one who personally biblically KNOWS SSJKK, as SHE CALL ME THAT BOY, the nameless one, one to important to her for any given name, all though she has indeed given me a necessary CITY-NAME, as hers is JEHOVAH, and mine is YANCY, we all need this city-name, or else we are trespassing if we cross over any of the twelve astral world linelanes that lead into the great city, HER CITY, of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. The fourth round up strike, unlike human world baseball, we are given 3 warnings, and are out on number four, nut the penalties are a bit more severe on STRIKE-4. This is a DOGTIOWN SENTENCE. You don't want me to talk about DOGTOWN, your mind, if you could grasp the horror of spending a day there would blow your heart up in your chest, and minimum sentences are in the ranges of three sets of five MK. That in human type of years of experiencing our waking world time, sort of equals out and feels like 888 times 5 years. You are allowed to split larger sentences over 2 and 3 and even 4 stays in Dogtown, it is not as if you can ever run and hide or escape going back, not on the Astral-Plane. I was in my second serve, when Sarah-Stacey came and spun that special wheel that has 42 numbers on it, all mixed up in ways that I cannot humanly remember, other than there are a total of three numbers from one to fourteen, and with me, she spun the highest and best, number-14, allowing me to walk out of DOGTOWN. IWALU, great SSJKK, but I sure wish you would get your human waking world memories back soon. They are totally beyond killing me here in this nightmare dream, BROWN-EYED GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes L-4, I will endlessly rue the music project of two songs now, forever, as they cost me a mother fucking super ass nightmare cubed and squared and cubed again. We all know the 1986 RGG thing, let's not bother rehashing this shit good peeps, YO. This newer deal of taking my 1983 song, “Girl, I'll Tell You Anything:, and rewriting it a little bit with the lyrics you will find on blog SJ-CH-0555, at this very site you are on if you are at BLOGGER, and turned it into the new song of “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, daring to use my wonderful and awesome daughter to do more than just announce the song, but actually do the background harmonies, from an old 1984 phone taped conversation. WOW, sorry, I will be a good boy and not do this, but please, don't let these horrible monsters from the BRIGGBASE keep hurting me so much, Lovely Sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, GOOD PEOPLE OF PLANET EARTH, YO!