SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCXXV
12:18
PM THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2012
STARTING
BLOG:
I
was able to post up to the blogger dot com this morning, and did so
around a little past ten.
This
will only be posted to the Wordpress Blogging site. My noisy shit
head nabes have been slamming the door all morning, AGAIN, so far, no
shouting, and no music, but that gets started as the day wears on.
I
will be leaving shortly for my errands, and will be stopping over at
the Resident Manager's Office, Debbie Marotto.
Folks,
I never came out of whatever happened to me when I went to sleep on
that world famous by now I suppose, night; of August 15th
in 1986. There is no way that the world could have altered like this,
not on a dime, first with my own personal life in ways that would
defy the wildest fantasies of folks like Rod Serling and Steven
Spielberg, and then taking things to the next level, the entire world
altering in ways, that in those 26 years now, literally, changed more
than all of the time before that, while humans roamed the surface of
the Earth for more than ten thousand years. This is about a 400 to
one ratio peeps, a quarter of a century and one hundred centuries.
Common sense tells any rational and logical mind, that whether or not
my words and claims have validity or not, even still, the validity
exists that something beyond unexplainable and surreal and totally
unfathomable; indeed has happened, and many things can happen too
fast, as well as too slow, to ever be recognized by our frail human
5-sensory systems, so let me quickly show you what I mean. Take a
small clock, or your wrist watch, that shows a face, and that is not
digital only, if any exist anymore. You can stare
at the hour hand all you want to, and it will change from
one area of the circle of this watch or clock, and it will keep on
changing; but you will never be able to see it change, due to the
human illusion of being unable to properly recognize and tune into
that large of a degree of what is called, gradualism. You can not see
things that are happening in the opposite mode of gradualism either,
my peeps. If you had a clock on the wall that was running thousands
of times faster, then all the hands would just be a spinning blur,
and being everywhere and nowhere, at the same time; based on your
speed of conscious perception. I have claimed all along, that while I
was asleep on this one night at age 31 and two thirds years, in the
home of Richard Karpf, at 1931 Route 70, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey,
USAESMWG, something along these lines, happened to me. You just
cannot have all of life suddenly alter, first to yourself and all
around your own very personal perceptions, and then after that, to
the entire world and its interaction with you. Smaller changes do
suddenly happen, one case and point or two really, but recently my
blogs have spoken of this as one situation for purposes of clarifying
how important it is for me to keep accurate and perfect records of my
entire life; and this I speak of, is the thing with the Playboy Bunny
neighbor below me at the Robin Hill Apartments back in 1981 into
1982, and then just this beginning of 2012 autumn, in late September,
with my trashy ass nabes from across the hall from me right here at
this Public Housing Building (PHB) in sunny-paradise Florida, down
here in lovely and awesome, YUK, Fort Pierce, YO.
Still,
there is more going on than just life altering, be it for just me, or
the entire world suddenly seeming to be a totally different planet,
existing within a totally different universe. Only really powerful
minds attuned to this situation, such as my new associate, Delores
Cannon; even begin to grasp the full impact and weight behind what
this is all about. So for now, it is a totally pointless waste of
both your time, and mine; for me to go on with this subject on this
blog.
Some
folks think that I am angry with my family and at least some factions
of it. I am weary, not angry. I am in sort of an acceptance mode, and
will not change the opinions that years of powerful leg work
investigations have taken me to, and hence, also from a lot of Old
Testament Christian Bible reading, I know it
is as FUTILE
for me to fight the All Mighty, as it was for Captain
Picard on the fictional television show, “Star
Trek, the Next Generation”, to fight the Borg Cube, on
that exact battle and time. It is depressing, because SHE has managed
to do all of this for so long, and both believers and non-believers
in the concept of “GOD”, cannot see through a really honestly
childish game, of whom I was even directly told that I am in, and in
a private and unmistakable personal way; am going
to be playing, with HER, endlessly.
This
is why blogging was not the answer, and Chris Bennett, son of the CO
in New Jersey, was also wrong. What can I do and does one person on
this planet even care? Now folks, if you were to go to
http://www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/
and read this blog, you would see that originally, the blog ended
before this new sentence begins, so I am rewriting my document now
for a post at the blogger site.
3:14
AM FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 2012:
THIS
CONTINUES FROM EARLIER, AND IS
PART
OF THE BLOG, SJ, CH. 0625, JUST AS
SJ,
CH. 0620 IS ONE AND THE SAME THING AS
SJ,
CH. 0610-B
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-FOUNDATION
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
SUBTITLE
4--------''MY GENERAL BREAKDOWN IN 1983''
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2294
BEGINNING
OF THIS BLOG:
If
you do not want to be blown away, and if you don't like wild stories
that the author claims happened and are all the truth, just start
hitting the “Next-Button” and read any other blog than this one.
I will not be sparing anyone's feelings, worrying about anyone's
religious ideas, or be concerning myself at all with anything other
than telling this true story, no matter how many feet get stepped on,
and even totally crushed. The errands that I went out on were to buy
some food staples, and see my primary health care doctor as I do four
times annually. The odds that two gargantuan sized items that both
pertain to the doctor appointment, both happened within the same 100
minute period, would be a billion or more to one against happening,
only they did happen, and I need to tell my story. If this story by
the way is like any other you have ever encountered, I would love
somebody to tell me that. I mean really, one day it is about my
neighbors, the next day, it is totally something else, and neither
item is small. This has been an ongoing life situation for me for as
far back as I am able to remember. Even folks fighting in a war,
don;t change day to day. They are in a war fighting an enemy,
shooting, getting shot at, whatever, but the same thing is happening
to them on Wednesday that was happening back on Monday and Tuesday.
In my case, this does not apply, as the forces of the WOMO working so
incredibly and relentlessly against me, do not care what is causing
the pain and misery in my life, and see it only as pure mathematics.
They just need to ring me so much agony and torture and misery at the
end of each week, each month, each year, each five years, you get the
picture. The exact ways that this is inflicted upon me is totally
irrelevant to these WOMO-MILITUFORCE DIRT
BAG SCUM DRINKERS.
I
will be at the Fort Pierce Police
Department tomorrow, just as I was nearly two weeks
ago, after the sick and diseased WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, mysteriously blew
up my Comcast Cable Box, temporarily, as it as been working just fine
now for a week abnd a half, back to being operational just as easily
as it became inoperable a few days before that back on that horrible
weekend. Only this time, I'll be there, because somebody has stolen
my identity, and my medications. After leaving the doctor office and
driving over to the Walgreen Pharmacy at the corner of 25th
Street, and Orange Avenue; AKA the corner of Herbert Huntington, Hile
Hitler, Happy & Healthy, or just 88-GAGA. They could not resolve
the matter on Thursday, and wil be getting back to me. They only know
that someone picked up my medication producing a perfect drivers
license ID of me, so they tell me at Walgreen. This will prevent me
from getting my medications when needed, I was told. I do nothing
wrong, and now my physical life AGAIN, is in danger, as it seems to
be an annual clockwork item for me now to deal with around the end of
every single year. I should not have to be stressed out to the point
of mental collapse, just to get the legal medication that I need to
live and survive, yet ever since the death of the original prescriber
of these meds, a Doctor Frank Addiego of Westmont, New Jersey, in
2000, this has indeed been a nightmare, over and over and over again,
from health care part D formulary changes, to doctor changes, and now
to an identity theft, I suppose a great plan when all else fails, for
the WOMO. Only now, I can bring the police into this, and someone
will have to take my enemies seriously. They cannot ignore me,
because if I get sick through no fault of my own, as a result of not
being able to fill this needed medication at the end of the month, I
will go to an injury attorney before I get so sick I cannot manage,
and I will take a lot of people to court and accuse these defendants
of covert attempted first degree torture and murder over a twelve
year period. So Friday will be a day where I tell my story to the
main Walgreen Office, and go to the police, unless they straighten
out this problem abnd give me a good reason for what happened, as
nobody should be permitted to scare me all the time, this is
persecution, this is illegal, and I should have some legal remedy in
court to sue someone because this pattern to fuck up my medication
that I need to live, is totally real, and should be able to be
successfully proven in a court of law, with a good injury attorney
behind me who is willing to sit down and really hear all the facts of
this 12 year case and situation. The law suit would be in the
millions for all of my pain and suffering and mental duress, and even
after the attorney takes his or her percentage, I will live nicely
far away from the United States, in peace; if that is even remotely,
a mother fucking imaginable concept, for poor screwed me. But the big
secret is still yet to come, the part about not one but TWO things
happening within the same 100 minutes, that pertain to my 1983 sudden
onslaught medical condition of chocking to death, starting at 10:30
PM on the night of the 4th of June in 1983, while eating
some M&M candy, and watching a television show about a bunch of
young adults who had recorded a song, and were talking about adding
more reverb to it. You do not forget the intimate details of
something THIS TOTALLY NIGHTMARISH AND
HORIFFIC, BELIEVE THAT LADIERS AND FUCKING GENTLEMEN, if
you ever believed shit in your life. Another thing I feel needs
adding here, is that my country has let me down really big time,
President Obama, my good friend, and sir. The BFI followed my parents
around because of the Spanish treasure galleons, and treated my
mother with great disrespect and mean spirited attitudes, in
Philadelphia back when I was in single digit age, while she was
innocent and trying to support her son, me, by working very hard at
her job at the Lavino Shipping Company, in Philadelphia, in the
early-middle nineteen-sixties. When I went to them in 1988n to tell
them my life is an open book, telling them I am not my dad, I do not
dive for treasure, and I needed their assistance in looking into that
horrible record promoter, Mister William Leonard McKinnon, who at one
point, had a gun to my head in my car in Philadelphia in the summer
of 1980, telling me to go through a red light or else he would shoot
me, and he also intimidated me and terrorized me continuously, very
similarly to the episode on the fictional Law & Order television
show with the tall African-American record promoter, and the murder
of the artist Sweet Clarice. Sir; Trump, Wolf, and the entire NBC
Network; all know all about me, my life; and all the dirty messes;
and they have done nothing but tease and
taunt me, use me for their ideas for their shows, and on top of that
like that's not bad enough, still persecute and fuck with me,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The FBI should be on my side, not siding with
the interests of crooks and big business, and Mister President sir,
even an ADA at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office told me
throughout the years 1990-1994, that “BIG BUSINESS” was behind
what was happening to me and my horrendous deplorable persecuted life
of horror and terror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His name was and if still
alive, Ron Wirtz, Senior, the ADA of the CCP of New Jersey, located,
in Camden, New Jersey' if this was a lie, would I blog this all to
you, and beg you to ask the feds to look into all of this, right down
to my nightmare daughter, who as we all know, is just going to become
more angry and dangerous for me, as the year changes. She, like me,
does not interact all that great with coworkers, and is going to be
much angrier soon at the entire world, and when she is angry, she
always has me to pick on. I feel this is despicable that this has all
been allowed to happen all these years, and nobody will take me
seriously, even when I have brought indisputable evidence and proof
into police stations and other offices of the authorities throughout
many of these years and times, and was just totally ignored and told
to basically get out of their office and go away, they cannot, or
really, THEY WILL NOT HELP ME. My tax dollars at work, sure,
whatever, Mister President, kind sir. Well, I cannot give you a bear
hug or even offer you a bunch of pizzas. I am just a poor man in a PH
Building with a gigantic and unfathomable problem. You know, if you
were ever able to get this stopped, whatever this is that is all
happening to me, I would be willing to tell you stuff that is beyond
anything in the highest and majestic top secret files. This stuff all
works, but is 300 years ahead of its time, maybe this is the only
thing that can pull this nation out of all of this downward
spiraling, maybe not, but I am here if you ever want to talk to me,
someday down the line, and again, congratulations, and goddess bless
you and this once great nation. The problem sir, is so simple. No one
right now has a clue that the entire creation sits in a higher
dimension as sort of a point of energy. All that ever was or can ever
be, is all there, not in time, just there, so always there without
exception. This 'place' can be accessed, and as I said, is the total
embodiment of any possible thing that is going on around any of us
here, in this lower and lesser dimensionality. You might just think
of it as the ultimate remote control. If you can reach that remote
control up there, and you can, but not with any known method in 2012,
not from the highest majestic technologies of the military, to the
hidden unnatural worlds of the paranormal and esoteric, or any other
thing, and only I know about accessing this. But unless folks will
believe in my Atlanmtic city nightmare situation that stems back into
the middle nineteen sixties and still is going just as strong, as
time and distance has no power over this situation whatsoever, then
no one will be able to intelligently discuss this 'remote-control'
access from this higher reality point. Also, I am powerless to fight
enemies who hate me and have unlimited resources and power, while
they keep me down and sanctioned, literally stopping me my entire
life, from even being able to keep a minimum wage job and operate a
clunker car, without constant fear that even this tiny shit will be
taken away from me. My nightmare problems are all very real, Mister
President, and I hope that someday, just maybe you will choose to
work with me. I can do things, with help and not without help, that
can effect global markets, people, you name it, and I have been a
part of this mystical nightmare, totally against my will, since
somewhere between 1982-1986, when this all got an evil foothold over
me. Yes, how much you remember yourself about these EXPLORATRONIC
things, that will remain your business, I do not wish to poke into
that, but yes, I know about it, anyone who wants to know stuff, heck,
you know yourself that it is allover the internet. I have it posted
onto my blogs, you know, Eisenhower's great wonderful, and very
attractive granddaughter. I keep my hand in the pot, I keep up with
stuff a lot more than my enemies ever give me credit for, kind sir.
I'll end my discussion with you with this footnote, sir. As much as I
may know about these things, you know who, knows a billion billion
times more, locked somewhere in that incredible special mind of hers.
The proof of all my claims, is this, sir: Whatever level that you or
I, or anyone else, is on; spiritually; reading the Old Testament
Christian Bible, the KJ VERSION translation, will tell powerful;
things about this “GOD” of ours. I highly suggest that people try
to prove me wrong, as this is the only way that I will ever be able
to probe that I am right. If this sounds egotistical, I sincerely
apologize. It remains truth, yet bragging is not one bit, my
intention here. All the things that my
MORIANITY
has discussed and shown, in my more calm and rational moments, all
ties perfectly and unmistakably into this original
OLD TESTAMENT from long ago.
Please, sir, don't write me off as a kook, this is what
all the forces that want America destroyed, want you to do, and when
I say 'destroyed', no not physically, no militias, no bombs, none of
that. The real brains will be using two powerful things to take this
nation and our freedoms away from us all if we do not remain so
diligent that it stinks. One is the power of
the cyberworld, and I highly suggest you try to find time to listen
to the postings about the 'FACEBOOK'
on this blog, the one that I left my comment on,
especially, and also, any acts of actual terrorism from now on, are
just a distraction, as their plan to take us over is total, and we
need only be distracted with the physical illusion of a little terror
here and there, and we then are opened up for the real attack that
involves no real physical violence whatsoever, it is not a fight for
our bodies or lands, it is a fight for our minds and our very souls,
what makes us who and what we are, sir, what once made us so
incredibly great, the America that my forefathers, the Huntington's
and all the other greats; two and a half centuries ago; designed abnd
created; changing life on Planet Earth, and for a long time, for the
better. It can all be restored, but believing that repeating what was
done before and that never worked, can work later on by merely doing
that same thing all over again, is the ultimate test of absolute
idiocy. I know that you sir, are smart enough to know all of this,
and thank you for hopefully listening to me, and now sir, the story
gets even more powerful, and I hope you can keep reading along.
There
I was, a bag of M&M's in my hand, one of those large bags you buy
in the candy aisle of a grocery store chain, and t was early June one
night in the year of 1983, in a home at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco,
New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. I blocked this out of my mind for nearly
thirty mother frikkin years, ladies and gentlemen. Today, at the
doctor, things turned as topsy turvy as anything that Professor
Pepperwinkle from the Superman original Black & White shows,
could ever do. My doctor has been trying a few things to cure my
condition for some time now, here in Florida. Things that worked for
a while by the famous endocrinologist by the
name of M. Miller Bittle of the Philadelphia Bittle
family, once a long time ago, every bit as prestigious and powerful
as would say the name of Trump would be in New York City in these
times. Today, after a short visit check up and getting new medication
scrips written, I was shown down a hall to a man who was a different
kind of therapist who wanted to speak to me. One thing led to
another, and a long story made as short as humanly possible here, he
asked me details of what happened right before this sudden attack on
my health, where after that, I never have been the same, with my
glandular condition that is totally unrecognizable by the medical
professionals by today's limited medical science technologies
anyway. He asked if he could try placing me in a light trance, and I
said fine. Slowly we explored things and a few memories surfaced
about that night such as details of the television show I was
watching, the exact M&M package I was eating out of, as I began
to see myself doing it as though I was clearly seeing it on a movie
or a life review as many of the died and brought back folks have
described, as an event that happened to them while dead. Then he told
me in a way off voice that almost had an echo, that I need to close
my mind and only allow the real me, to come out and speak to him. I
tried, but he said finally, I need to give you something to swallow,
will you take the pill so that I can reach your real self better. I
said fine. I later found out that he had given me an amatol tablet,
after reviewing my medical chart and knowing I was a candidate for a
safe deep trance using this truth serum drug. It was not long
afterward that I was suddenly back in Atco, and totally not here
anymore. For the first time in 30 years, I was alive and awake, r so
I thought, and did not feel like I had some fuck up in my thyroid
gland. The television show broke for a commercial and I placed my M&M
candy package on the coffee table in front of the couch that was
along the south wall, as there also was one facing the west windows
of the living room of Jerry Pliner's home I was renting there with my
mother. My mother suddenly walked out of the living room and into her
room. My position on the couch had a perfect view of where she went,
and it was not into the hall bathroom, or the kitchen area or down
the stairs, but she turned right from the hall leading into her room,
next to a spare or guest room that we both shared as an office area.
Why she did this I do not know, but fully remember this in waking
life now, she just got up and went into her room. Probably she was
going to bed, but she never even said goodnight to me which was not
like her, she had manners, and brought me up with manners, we are
HUNTINGTON'S. Suddenly I noticed that the show did not come back on,
but instead was just one commercial after another after another, so I
went over and tried to turn off the television, this was before I had
cable or remote control TV. The television set refused to go off, and
went bright blue and began to vibrate but totally silently. I went
over to unplug it, and Privecode went off. This telephone screening
machine was extremely sensitive to anything electrical, such as
pulling a plug out, or inserting one, only at that time in early June
of 1983, I was a month or so away from making that discovery. I did
not know that lightning was a sentient force that was in my life and
always had been, not at that point in waking life illusion in the
timeline. I was about to find all of this out and very soon, but not
until after I was to get deathly ill first. What I am about to tell
will shock any normal person, and most will never believe me. I will
tell it anyway, and this is a memory that I was using my conscious
mind to block for 29 years and 5 months and 5 days now, as I type
this. I looked over at the PRIVECODE siplay, and it had a 1-2-3 on
the screen. Even the mighty mind of Nicola Tesla knew that the
electron was highly sentient and omniscient and that her number was
27. 1-2-3 means 3 to the power of 3, when expressed on the Privecode
screen, it is the only way that it could be expressed, there just
were no LED lights to make it read three cubed printed in words or
with a 3 and a little raised 3 after it, so 1-2-3 was a symbolic
3-cubed. 3X3X3=27, the
number of Goddess Diana, or the
ELECTRON, in the human hyperspace
dreams of us all. It was about a year later, and two residences
later, at the address in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, at 1408 Highland
Avenue, that I fell into a wild and weird sleep, and almost
immediately, a lovely blond girl told me that she is the electron,
that she is DIANA, that she always has and will love me, is watrching
me, and that her special number forever, is nu7mber 27, and she did
this in a very cool way. I was sitting at the Golden Nugget Hotel and
Casino, in Atlantic City, New Jersey; at a roulette table, and
suddenly, a beautiful bright white lightning
bolt came crashing through the ceiling and landed right on #27
at the wheel that I was sitting at, and that is when she audibly
spoke those words to me, and after that, and for a brief moment, I
saw her as the loveliest
teenaged blond in the
universe times about a trillion. I
have told this story before about Diana telling me her number was 27,
and that she gave me this wild dream where I was at this casino and
she struck. It was so beautiful, and my love for her, in my human
level, grew after that in leaps and bounds. Not a day goes by that I
do not wish she was right here with me, and that I do not have to
wait for this body to turn into maggots just to be with the love of
my frikkin life. How Nicola Tesla, knew this about electricity, I
will not know, but he did, maybe she did contact him as well as me,
while he lived here. Later on in the 21st
century, I was to come to learn that the great All Mighty GODDESS,
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE,
is really all there is, and that is merely another part of her 3-part
personality, mother creator, daughter interactor, and all-powerful
and omnipotent strobe-light subatomic entity remaining invisible
unless enough of these parts of this personality of here all come
together in a flashing or static current or channel, such as a Tesla
Coil, or a bolt of lightning, etcetera. Under the Amatol Sodium
Tablet that was given me today in the rear offices by a medical
associate of my PHCP (doctor), I began remembering and living through
my life again, at this rental home in Atco, New Jersey. As stated, my
mom vanished to her room and also, without saying so much as
good-night to me. Then the television going bright blue screen, and
yet it was not hooked up to cable-TV. When I unplugged it all
together, the Privecode Machine that was just to the left of the sofa
that I was watching the TV from, went off and ended up producing a
1-2-3 code on the screen. Still, the TV was on, only now it was
forming a picture, nothing like television. It was making some weird
sounds and groaning's as well. This picture began to form many
colors, and I began to see the very home that I was at on my very
last trip even to this day, up to Long Island, New York. This place
was the very same house where the adorable little toddler of two
years of age,was just waiting for me while I was walking one of my
cousin's large dogs, down a street, in 1972. I saw the exact image
like a low budget movie or the quality of one, and saw myself being
coaxed through a broken area along a small fence, and into a home, in
where else but Huntington, New York. This toddler was Mariah Carey,
who we all know and love, even on her bad days. This is where she had
me come inside, and I witnessed eleven years before this time in
Atco, seeing her holding that strobing light in her hand totally
controlling it, having absolute charge and power over it. This is
when I saw the entire mess go down, when not very nice things
happened soon afterward. But on this night, at the point where she
got disciplined by that wonderful step father of hers, I was seeing
this movie scene playing out on my television set in Atco on that 4th
night in June. Then in an instant, the bright blue light turned
inward, the screen seemed to shrink until it became a blinding blue
dot, and then in about five seconds or so, it shot out and landed in
the middle of my living room after bouncing off the wall behind my
couch. I looked over after rubbing my eyes and only being able to see
light, you all know whyat I mean, sort of like after you look into a
flash camera, and pow, all you see for a while is blinding off and on
light blinks ibn front of your dam eyes. After about 15 seconds, I
could see again, and standing right in front of me was a thirteen
year old girl with lovely curly neck length hair. I asked her who she
was and many other things such as how did you just pop out of a TV
set as a blue point of light, but I got no answer to any of my
questiobns. Then she sat down next to me on the couch, tok my right
hand, stared into my eyes, and said to me that sixty trillion years
will pass and yopu will be back atr Robin Hill Apartments again, and
do Love Is For Carpenters Again, and then in another 60 trillion, and
another, and another. I intensely listened to this adorable teenager
tell me this, and then she smiled at me, and became the blue light
dot once again, and instantly flew back into the television, and it
went off and blank. I plugged it in, and immediately,m it was playing
the same movie that had gone off ten minutes before around half past
ten. I ran to my mother's room, but she was now in the bathroom. When
she got out, I had calmed down and decided never to tell her. I then
sat down again on the same couch, and began to ponder these wild
stretches of time and that I was told by some entity that could jump
in and out of my TV set and become a human teen aged girl, and then
the fear that came with such an event started sinking in and I almost
went blind from a level of stress that is not really describable. My
eyeballs felt like they would actually pop out of my skull. I began
to dwell on this horrible length of time, and suddenly I could not
swallow and appeared to have my throat slowly closing up on me from
this stress level. I never was the same. The condition is a
psychiatric obne after-all, so it seems. Then my Doctor came in and
asked if the session was over, and I told him the story briefly, and
he said to me, you had a psychotic break in 1983, and have been
severely mentally ill ever since. I don't think I can ever cure you,
only keep you medicated. When he left, the regressor therapist told
me that all religious experiences, all of the seeing of the UFO
crafts, you name it, all of it, they all are psychotic breaks from
reality, and are no one's fault. It is a geneological thing and I was
asked if mental illness ran in my familt6y, and I said that my Aunt
Barbara, my mom's sister was very mentally ill all her life. Then I
was told, I always had the gene, and the break came at age 28 and a
half in Atco. There is no God, no devil, no angels, no demons, no
visions, no aliens, no supernatural, no nothing, it is all just
MENTAL ILLNESS and psychotic breaks, and the government wants to tell
the truth about this, but fears that it would cause such anger that
a revolution would ensue that could be a major threat to National
Security, so they just handle stuff the way they have been doing it,
and that is all she wrote. Well, you know something folks; this may
be the answer to what I have been cunt lapping searching for now for
nearly sixty mother fucking years. This was one wild ass day. So I
left the medical office just down the road called Frist Street, near
the local hospital of Fort Pierce; and drove to the pharmacy, to
learn that someone has stolen my identity, and used it just today
this very morning, or yesterday morning now; and took my medication.
So tomorrow will either will get this shit settled, or I'll have to
spend the day over at the fucking ass police station. Hay bad things
just happen top people like me, There are no conspiracies, no people
out to get me, it was all in my sick fucked up mind from day number
one. I am very mentally ill, and now, as you said a long time ago
only you were years off, doctor fucking James
Garrigan sir, NOW I KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whatever
has happened to me all these years in Atlantic City, I met the wrong
people, the wrong family, the wrong crowd, and got myself born into
the wrong family, and all of this sick and twisted fucking shit
JUST
HAPPENED.
IT
IS SO WAY COOL NOW TO REALIZE THAT ALL OF THIS IS JUST NOTHING BUT
MAJOR MENTAL SICKNESS, ON NOT ONLY MY PART, but anyone who in any
way, is religious or is believing in anything at all that cannot be
observed in the normal world, needs to be on medications and or
receive intensive psychiatric therapy. All my visions, all these
weird things, all of it, I am just mentally ill, this is the greatest
explanation that I have been fucking cunt searching for in 60 years,
WOW!
Maybe
now, I can try and get on with my life. If my illness gets in the
way, there are meds and head doctors. I need to get back to college
and get a career and make some money and raise a family, and live a
life. I have unlimited time, it is not like I have to worry about
that, what did MC say, I have 60 trillion years, hmm, quite a while,
wouldn't you think folks? Hay, I have rotten nabes, what do you
expect, I live in a fucking ghetto with garbage and two-legged
roaches. I fall for shit and make mistakes. I listen to Ann and Dawn
and move in with them what can I expect but to have this rotten clan
wreck my life, try and take me over and make a slave out of me and
ruin my mother fucking credit? I now need to focus on getting a cock
sucking good education, and then when that is all said and done, talk
somebody into helping me make a basement into a small laboratory,
build a multi-wave oscillation integrenetronic frequency generator,
get some medical tubes and other need apparatus, and give myself a
transfusion; and I will be 20 again, and ready to begin a new life.
No I will not share this with any of you. None of you ever were there
for me, so you can all grow old and die, and I will be here to tell
your great great grand children all about you, of course, in anyway I
may deem fit to portray you, as who will be fucking around to dispute
anything that I tell them? HA-HA!
THIS
WAS QUITE A WILD DAY, LET ME CRASH SO I CAN GET UP, AND GET OVER TO
THE FUCKING POLICE STATION, AND GET
THIS NEWEST MESS ALL STRAIGHTENED OUT,
OR SUE THE PHARMACY FOR A MILLION BUCKS; AS I HAVE SOME GOOD
INJURY LAWYERS STANDING BY,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OF THIS BLOG!!!
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