Morianity Foundation

This foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of terrible harrasment for many years, from piwerful high profile people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the laws of the United States and the world.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Movement Stage 33
Well ladies and gentlemen, settle back and relax before U get ready to read this stage of my movement, it is far more than anything yet I have given to this blind and pathetic old world. If only the Federal Bureau of Investigation and other top national Law Enforcement agencies and authorities, would just secretly follow my every move and watch over me with an open mind, and C 4 themselves that I am desperately crying out for very needed help, and then do their doggone job and help me from this horrific situation that I found myself in somewhere in the early and middle nineteen eighties. Hook me up to lie detectors, give me sodium pentothal and or what ever and else you wish to do to verify my sad and frightening nightmarish and endless story. No, I have not sent up a blog in about 3 weeks, and not because I did not wish to do so. As U know my enemies in Atlantic City, totally wrecked the only clunker vehicle that I had, and was attempting 2 keep it running 4 the very longest and best, that I was able 2 muster up with prayer, miracles, and lots of one wing flying. I did all I could, had the system flushed over and over again, then re-flushed with a head gasket sealant that few know about using, it can avoid a thousand dollar gasket repair bill from your auto mechanic. Tried everything and then some more, but on the Monday before Christmas Monday, while in where else but good old AC, NJ, boom, the car literally blew up and demanded an immediate good car-Christian burial. Of course I was in this great city to go to the Atlanticare, a local government office, and not 2 in any way B confused with Atlantica, NJ, in the 2240’s, as stated in prior blogs.
Time is not traveled through; it is manipulated like a chef would manipulate varying amounts of various ingredients, to create an endless supply of multiple dishes and tastes. Your human conscious mind is built and designed to insist upon placing jumbled up puzzle type pieces or time increments that in truth R really all out of any particular sequential order, into a line or linear order, but this secret now being told is real and honest and you can abduct me and whisk me off to a secret island near miz Earhart’s plane’s warped area, 4 all I care, I will B telling more things today than probably is legally allowed 4 me to do so, and I do not care, this is total war.
First of all, ask any atomic scientist, or professor in any mathematical discipline pertaining to electronic and atomic or quantum sciences of breaking down atoms into sub pieces of leptonic, quarkik, and asapian systems that spring out from previous exim uncreations of multiversal repetition cycles. There R 2 moving systems in the atom, matter runs electrons in forward time relative to anti-matter alternating systems, and vice versa, matter runs electrons in reverse time relative to matter worlds. Reverse polarizing of the electrons and protons in atoms is why relative to each direction, one is considered 2 B matter relative to its reverse anti-matter polarity, and the other is then considered 2 B anti-matter relative to its reverse matter polarity. This is why left spin dominates in one polarity and right spin dominates in the other polarity. Hence, the electron here in this so called world that we wake up each morning into, is really a positron running backward in time from our own future into our own past. This is science fact, not science fiction. However, traveling out of normal time frames can only B accomplished by acceleration through space quite close to 140,000 miles per second, before any real effect begins to surface. To move at this pace for one day would make about an hour disintegrate out of your reality, or put simpler, your 23 hours becomes 24 hours for those on planet Earth. At 175,000 MPS, much nearer to the constant [C], “light velocity”, now the 24 hours on Earth will only seem to your perspective at that speed, to B about ten hours in length, and at 183.000 MPS, that 24 hours would seem 2 U 2 B just a few short minutes, and at 185,900 miles per second, {MPS}, now a year on Earth, 2 U would seem to B but 20 minutes or so. Traveling so quickly that you reach your point B ordinate before leaving your point A abscissa, cannot B accomplished while U would remain matter, as an infinite amount of energy is needed to propel any matter the size of atoms or combinations of atoms, and no one can call on infinite energy. Only sub-atomic particles can achieve a faster than C velocity, and begin to merge with reverse polarity. Technically, the mind can B downloaded into smaller than atomic size through complex merging and meshing with a form of intellect, someday 2 B referred to as “machine-mind”, and MMM, for machine-mind-merging, with biological brain. Hence, if U get the movie LAWN MOWER MAN and its spinoff LMM-2, you will start to really C 4 yourself, that since this movie in 1996 came out, no more real progress on VIRTUAL REALITY, at least publically and non-covertly, is being researched and experimented with. This so-called [jacking in] to created VR programs, it explains all of the hell that I am going through since I died and went to Hell, or whatever is really is going on, all the facts admitantly I will never have nor know. I had just written my book, THE PERMISSION BARRIER in the spring of 1994, No one can handle the real truths going on, and I know that they are, and I know that some group of jacking in scummy group or cult as we on this realm would C them as, is doing all of this, “playing around with us poor mortals”, and having a freaking blast.
The siege against me for the past 3 weeks is worse than a nightmare, it is Hell on Earth times ten to the millionth power. Night kem trails R all over the sky as I blog this tonight at Eddie Himacane’s house. All day, loud nasty crash level CIA/NSA private piper piss bubble jobs all over me, non-stop persecution. It has been off the scale/dial siege against me day and night, with zip of relief or let up, basically for a solid year, throughout 2006, and now following me into 2007. It was quiet Monday and Tuesday, relatively, January 1, and 2, but more than made up for shit today, the third of the year, pure hell. The reason I tell roulette systems is because Mary Carter Paints is owned covertly and secretly by the Crazy Intelligent Aliens, {CIA}, and they own and control all gambling in the United States, as they need 2 keep tabs and control, who gets rich and who must stay poor. Since through a gambling situation, though all odds R against it, a chance does exist 4 a poor and intentionally KEPT-DOWN person, such as poor whittle ol’ me, to get overnight rich, and then and thereby have the freaking resources 2 do something about my horrendous SHITUATIONIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many systems given will produce small amounts of units of profits 4 the luckier of the human race, but 4 me, it is always lose, lose, and lose. The inventor of the game of ROULETTE, Mr. Herman Rouhle, a 16th century Trappis Monk, told me that the real way to do it is 2 keep endless tracks of all the numbers that come out at every table a player goes 2, and then 2 play one endless game. Whether U or me stand for days at one table, or travel the world to many casinos and wheels, the same thing occurs. That is that all 38 of her numbers come out about the same amount of times, and even though wheels are made of non mental masses, and thereby having no life nor memories in and of themselves, the event of a number getting spun while you stand or sit at or around a table, is truly a cosmic event, that indeed, IS, forever locked into memory, safkad forever in cosmos-reality. Either way, after every 380 thousand spins that are your spins and your numbers, YOURS simply by being there as the event B, in reference to the event A, being the wheel spinning and the ball dropping into one of 38 possible slots, and thereby roughly 10,000 zeros and sixes and fourteens, and double zeros, and thirty-fives, etc. will come out. So by totaling all of your spins up from all games, when you get back home or up to your casino hotel room, and then whether it B groups of any 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 numbers, first column, second dozen, evens, lows, reds, or what have U, all U need 2 do to “cheat-sheet” it, is this: Say you are looking at RED OUTCOMES. Ok, your ALL-GAME total is 20,500 spins. This does not include the green zeros when measuring outcomes of even pay outside bets, of which there R 6 of them, RED being one of them. Take total red spins and multiply by 100, and then divide by the total spins amount, in this example, being 20,500. Now, a small $8 Acme or Wall Mart calculator is needed, and some graph paper, a pad is available also at these stores or any office supply store for 5-10 smacks. Now a red, blue, and black pen, and a ruler and U R all set 2 go. Graphing results show the tops and bottoms, and times to play RED verses BLACK, or the group of numbers 3, 6,14,28,36, or 0,4,10,25,31,34, or when the second dozen is hot to play. Trying to chart one single game is suicide, but a little homework, and later a good program written into your software for your computer 2 then tell U what bets R now best 2 play. Then go get some chips, black or purple or orange ones of course, once U have a sufficient bankroll to play higher betting levels that is, and then go home or up to your room in the hotel, add the newest numbers from your most recent game to the list and the total spins, and the total for what group or color or whatever that U are keeping track of, and in no time at all, the graph manually, or your PC will display it once U software this, and you will know what 2 go and play again or later after dinner or a swim in the sea or a walk around Vegas City, or whatever. Go ahead, take me in the upper room with Danny Ocean and just try to kick my ass, I’ll sue all U mob bastards, and end up owning every fucking gambling house on the planet. U R screwing with the wrong prick. If U insist on systems, circling wins and Xing losses for visual readout is a must, to see whether the color or range or order parameter is winning or losing or simply neutralizing on any good system being used and applied 2 the game. Where do U think that episode in Sharon Stone’s CASINO movie, or Danny Ocean’s fake beat up, really came from? Just get the US copyright office to give U a copy of my book from ’94, THE PERMISSION BARRIER. You’ll have 2 pay for the copying charge, it is on cassette tape. You won’t doubt my words any longer.
Eddie and I went down to the Atlanticare meeting the Monday before the holidays, 18 December of oh-six. All the way down once getting nearby to neighboring Pleasantville, a red scum bag sports car started showing up all around me over and over again, and I saw it in AC, NJ, and along different roads in Pleasantville, both going down and coming back from Atlantic City, also there was a large white Corporate chopper right over the car when I left the meeting and tried 2 drive towards home and out of town, but the car would not hold the gear. Put it into drive, and it shut off, over and over, there was no way to overcome the problem. We got as far as Pleasantville while riding with the flashers on at max speed of under 30, and it finally died forever, just shy of Sarah’s water company garbage building on Main Street, the main office of the water company, go to www.acmua.com and these R the vicious enemies that did this 2 me, and even imprisoned me and a famous recording artist whom was with me at the time, William Harner, the human percolator. All I was doing was showing him a public city property, and in no way was trying to mess with their great scummy Sarah. A motor shit suckle gang was all over me after the break down and I was waiting for triple A Auto Club to arrive, as Eddie, caught the local running bus back home, while I remained with my dead and destroyed vehicle. While calling the auto club, major enemies further violated my civil and human and constitutional rights. 2 dirt balls on some radio system got onto my payphone at the gas station, and shouted back and forth, over riding my legitimately placed telephone call, but does the fucking police or FBI, or any authority care what is being done 2 me, what do U think???? While waiting for the truck 2 get 2 me and hook me up, my car stereo went nuts and kept going from forward to reverse, all by itself, as it was an auto tape reverse AM/FM car stereo system. The guy that hooked me up acted so nice and told me 2 call and request him again so I could get my car to a lot where I could trade it in for some other running vehicle, even gave me his cell number. He never would return my calls, and would not come back to help me, no reason at all, but this is the sort of stuff that goes on around me all the time for 20 to 30 years now, same old same old. Also, they totally killed the normal side-tone that is normally heard when you call on a phone, the ear piece was blacked out, except for the loud shooting on of the CB or whatever skuzzball radio shit between these 2 milituforce otammite scums. At the Atlanticare meeting, I gave Tonia, a counselor there, the pix of McGuire almost in our face on Tennessee Avenue, the day the filth prick sugar gassed my vehicle. I got into my car 5 minutes later, the chopper hit, and I have seen this piece of shit for 20 or more years now, followed my mother and I once to the Camden County Prosecutor’s office, and that was the very end of my car, as I put it in gear to go, and it wouldn’t. The rest as of 12/18/06, as they say, is history. I never told you that the computer I used before the Thanksgiving Holiday was also broken mysteriously, one of many things broken every month, by these terrible filthy bastard slob sucking pig eaters. It was a waste giving pix to be photocopied, as all the counselors there are worthless. They never help U when U R down and out. Then the one in charge said 2 me that McG did not look menacing, and that, as all things R, all in my own delusional imagination. But that isn’t what my friend at Grassi Realty, Karen, said. She said she would have been scared 2 death of the crazy monster, a paraphrase, but close enough. Ed and I wanted 2 go and re-take a picture of the Atlantic Ocean’s home at 30 Plaza Place in South Atlantic City. We couldn’t, and that is twice we got fucked out of being able 2 get a good shot of this great home on my website, first the camera fucks it up, then the car screw up, done by AC, NJ enemies. I am positive that Sarah, McG, and their trashy friends caused the radio interference while I was broken down and calling AAA for help with my car. Just 800 feet further north down Main Street, back on the night of July of 1970, was the place where Sarah and her gang all got off the bus; story’s told on prior blogs, and the very same bus that Eddie had to hop on after the breakdown.
So U want 2 get me started on the subject of OBJECTS?????? I dreamed about my TV set as a boy, and after that, it became, [astrally connected]. Any object dreamed about by U, becomes interplanally connected, such as my chain kept safkad [locked] up in a sea chest made 2 look centuries old with paper machete, and U all know the magic of this chain, though I’ve yet 2 really scratch surfaces about all the things that I could tell you about it. I took a [connected] object with me the day of my car’s death, December 18th. It made things worse and worse. Sci-Fi Channel doesn’t have the smallest clue what they are trying to open up with their LOST ROOM crap, not a small clue!!!!!!!! Also, the 18th, sheeeeeit, a Karge day, she was born on July 18, back in ‘86, no not 10 and ½ years ago. As of this Monday the 18th, it was 4 straight days of super air siege. Before leaving for Atlantic City, a crash level CIA/NSA piper loud shit private plane nearly took my head off coming out of the Hammonton Library with Eddie H, who now is a total and super believer, HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!! Time of plane was approximately 12:17 Post Meridian. White chopper in AC, NJ, approx. 2:44 PM. He was flying due north coming from directly above the rotunda monument in AC. The next day, the 19th, lots of telephone and basic utilities harassments kept occurring. A CIA/NSA private loud shit piper job was flying over me in tandem with the phone calls, these scum call me right from their dirt bag plane. It was around 3:30 PM. Then a minute later, a 500 millisecond blackout occurs, and I took another full second blackout again today, January 3rd of oh-seven. It always causes my speed dialer to lose memory so I cannot use it to knock annoying harassers off the line, as I program a series of 4 stars and pounds into it, a total of 16 loud ring tones, without lifting a phone receiver, I can put these loud tones into the ears of these filth. So now when they want to kill the power, they hope I forget to reprogram the loud “dee-dee-dee-dee’s” back onto the system. It never stops, for 25 years, a quarter of a fucking century I have been tormented and tortured on literally an almost every-day basis, how long do U honestly think that U would survive all of this and remain sane???? Wednesday, the 20th day of the 12th month of the past year, and 2 weeks back in 4-D, at 10:20 Ante’ Meridian, suddenly and without warning, a super loud hum starts blaring louder and louder through my home theatre, a persecution these evil twisted turds use on me on top of all my other hells they give me, when it suits them and they feel like giving the pathetic poor shit just a bit more crap 2 deal with. Later on the AAA hooked up my dead Junker and we drove to the car lot where I changed cars. Some poisonous jet kemtrailing followed the tow-truck, as they know my every move, some sort of micro chip implanted into my body in the spring of 1983. As we approached the lot, and nearby to an office supply place where I Photostat from time to time for my rock chucking website promotion, their sick twisted demonic evil fucked up way of signaling me, “we know where U are, and by the way we do not like your making tracts to advertise your website”. My response, well, Albert Einstein really is not needed here, F U C K Y O U. This all was around 3:30 PM. When I left the car lot with my car that I had to give 5 quarts of blood 4, I was driving through Chislehurst, NJ, a milituforce formation of at least 2 and maybe more unidentified objects flew right into my path as I was driving along Route 30 East, the White Horse Pike. It was give or take around half past 9 of the clock. Police were a couple hundred feet ahead hiding in what I call a “ticket-bush”. These vehicles came from my left coming right heading due south, and were under treetop level, and I know the area there, all houses, so how could they have taken off from there, or been that low, go ahead, insist I am nuts or lying, go ahead, B a real jag off. Then Friday morning, 2 days later, as they tried to do twice before, they attempted to take me off the only medication that keeps me able 2 function with this microchip in my throat. Without it, I cannot eat, breathe, or swallow, and I wake up with totally numb and cold arms and legs. Not one doctor ever has been able 2 get 2 the bottom of what these satanic twisted filth did 2 me back in 1983. With the medication, the symptoms are survivable, hellish but livable. At 11:30 AM, I found out that my part D Medicare plan changed the formulary. My doctor, to make it worse, was out on medical leave with knee replacement surgery. The problem took a week to resolve, not as bad as back in 2000 when my doctor before my doctor today, left the dream, [died] as U perceive this illusion. At exactly 4PM when the filth ball stock market just closed 4 the day, a nasty chopper attack hit me on Route #73, at the old circle near the Shoprite food store. The weather was heavy soup, do not tell me this is ordinary craft from this time and place Donna, hell, they still can’t find our favorite building bomber, and it took years to find the late SH. Yea, but they can always know precisely where I am 24/7/365.2422, sure, right, of, uh-huh??????? Nasty Sunday morning kemtrailing. Found an old newspaper on someone’s desk where I work, and quickly glanced at a business and stock market report, all makes total sense, and has been on going for 25 or more hellish years. Dow shit Fowl Bones Jones, crossed over 12-four, for the first time in all of the market’s history, so says the business reporter. I refuse to fucking add 2 my pain by keeping up with the damn news on a daily basis, but like I said, Dow Up, Phillies Lose, Flyers Win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have called this nightmare, year in and year out since the scummer of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Saturday had beautiful rain, buys me a little peace some of the time, no guarantee.
No, I am more than asleep in a very bad dream, I am a physical projector. Just as here in the MW {mortal world}, we have some whom practice astral projection, we astralites have within our mists, those whom practice physical projection. Many more in percentage here on the MW practice astral projection, about 5,000 regulars, verses astral populations around 300 quatoradecillion, with a mere tiny percentage engaging in the art of physical projection, about ten trillion max. Unless all the 5-D hyperspace is factored into the equation, this is a much smaller percentage, and on any one dimensional plane here in physicality, a much larger per capita is practicing the art of leaving the body while ‘alive’. Again in reiteration, 5-D is all time and all dimensions, or all realities. I had involuntary major astral travel at work, and a lady that looked uglier than any side show ugly person in a circus was suddenly staring in at me through my car window. She aimed a pen type of flashlight at me and I involuntarily threw my arms out in front of me like I was trying to fly, while I was in-between planality of phase #’s 2/3, [physical and astral], similarly to the phasing into the inter-dream of #3/4 phased energetic interactions. Those that make it to #3 are mortally alive, and those that do not will move directly into a phase #3 entities thoughts, fantasies, and imaginings. This is since coming into phase #3, based on the entity on phase #2, may or may not be permitted lawtronically to enter and mix with masses of mortals with their limitations, if they are too superior for example. This is why the entity that attempted to enter here last summer and did not make it in 3, but came through as 4, was the girl in the movie, My Super X Girlfriend. If she had been permitted a direct entrance to mortal life as this super girl, too many problems would occur, and the lawtron build in a sort of safeguard system that prevents this, and this same system, prevents U all from believing many of the things that I have been telling on the blogs and my foundation. Many complexities and regulations that cannot be blogged for sake of my own personal safety at the moment, all tie into all of these lawtron systems. A very important other thing 2 mention now is the phenomenon experienced by some, practicing astral projectionists experience unusual rules of the rhythm as we term it astrally, and it works both ways. Fascitarians are astral entities who have come onto the mortal realms. Bad Brigger cultists have infiltrated into their movement, and given us our legends of the Leprechaun, the troll, and many other things of the strange and the supernatural. If Super-girl from 83 following Richard Pryor’s movie, or this recent resurrection from last summer’s movie came here and was able to B the way she is, it would cause a sociological disorder. Remember the most famous entertainment hoax with the phony Martian invasion, the WAR OF THE WORLDS? This was an intentional secret covert experiment 2 C if society could handle a raised lawtronic movement 2 the next level and we failed miserably, as a human society in general. This is now the next day, I had to leave Ed’s at midnight, and it now is just shy of 12 noon on Thursday the fourth of 0107. Ed and I went to the Hammonton Shoprite store, where many giant girls were there today. This entire “jack in lawn mower” shit impresses me, now that I totally have it figured out in its entirety, like half a pound of loose drizzly goose poop. The average height of women is nowhere near the heights that are seen when I am under these sieges that I talk and blog about on Morianity. I know it and I know what is going on, to intimidate and frighten me, knowing full well how Sarah and her Viqueen Quoddy-Mocker gang of T. Avenue nightmares, and other huge Amazon types, have abused me in the past, and beaten me to a pathetic pulp, in fact almost to death at the New Jersey Nauru Psychiatric Institute, in Princeton, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy. Two giant African American girls beat me nearly 2 my death, Cheryl Deloach and Lillian Urby. They were gorgeous beauty queens, but stronger than grown men, and deadly ass fucking dangerous. A few nights ago this week on the famous courtroom drama, LAW & ORDER, an episode was on with the African-American doctor dying of the Aides virus. He used wards of the state; people put away like I was, experimented on them and used them as guinea pigs. No one 2 this very day in 2K7 can ever give me any, let alone a good reason, why I was ever sent 2 this nightmare place, the NJNPI of Princeton. There is no way it ever should have happened. I was a tiny bit disruptive in class in school, and had a bit of over activity and a bit of an imagination or so I was told, but so do most kids of the nineties and the 20 oh’s. Ever since going to this horrific place, I always tested positively for TB, with that prong-stick test that school kids are given annually, and before going there, tested normally every year. I do not have the TB, but was obviously exposed 2 some strange thing to cause me ever since, to always test positively for having Tuberculosis, and on top of that, the kemtrails make me cough my lungs up when they are extremely severe, or put another way, an attack lasting day and night after day after night, and are all over the sky, literally dissipating into the upper atmospheric haze that many meteorologists still cannot distinguish between what they refer 2 as [naturally occurring cirrus cloud formations], or buttermilk skies. To prove this is all real and I’m not nuts, why then can’t us citizens ever tune into Discovery or Weather or some educational TV Channel, and get an intelligently produced report on CONTRAILS, and all about them, and including how if you study many a clear blue sky morning, or night, enough of them concentrated and repeated over a long enough period, cause them to merge into a thick solid changing weather pattern, and even grow a blue sky dark. Citizens have a FUCKING RIGHT 2 KNOW JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, WE ARE THE ONES PAYING OUR HARD EARNED TAX DOLLARS, 4 ALL OF THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE, R WE NOT????????????????????? Even TV commercials, over the past few years, since I have been making such a stink about these kemtrails, go out of their way to show a kemtrailed filled sky, more disinformation 2 make it look normal when it is anything but normal, and the entertainment world is CIA owned & controlled, and so R all the promotions, ad agencies designing the commercials, and all of it, it is all a controlled media, and U all R getting the biggest freaking snow job since the blizzard of Philly’s ’93.

Did U know that some people, mostly those that practice varying techniques 2 accomplish intentional out of body journeying, {astral projectors}, but some that do not do this as well, occasionally wake up with a very strange and unpleasant occurrence. Their bed appears to B shaking or vibrating, and nobody is having sex. Your own body is actually vibrating, and not the bed. U are mechanically causing it, and Y your material realm body is doing this is quite an intricate and wild thing. To fully get into the goings on regarding this phenomenon would require a blog longer than the famous book, THE WINDS OF WAR. Our own inner energy is doing this, the same energy that pumps our heart, circulates our blood, makes our lungs breathe in air and expel carbon dioxide, receive waves from the 6th dimension, or the mental realm or plane, as Eckists would call it, it is a very real dimension, as all of 5th dimensional hyperspace comes from these up line and down line thought waves, both on varying conscious levels, as well as varying unconscious levels. Then the highest ups and lowest downs, lawtronically loop around, as all lines of no matter how much dimensionality is involved, will always do, as this is the LAW, “tronically”. Lawtrons generate a weight per line length so to speak, hence when lines R long enough, the weight that they begin to ultimately carry, will force the far ends of the line to bend woustward, or downward as physical beings call it, and the bending will eventually happen with sufficient force to drop the 2 ends down hard enough so that they overshoot from just falling straight down 90 degrees from central line, and actually move around and meet together, causing the mysterious circle, sphere, hyper- sphere, wavesphere, and cyclasphere. Anyway, this energy that shakes us, is all varying parts of unknown still to MW’ers, that’s mortal worlders not {MOWERS}, facts and systems, that R all in one part or way, connected 2 other unknown psychic phenomena, such as spontaneous combustion, telepathy, telekinesis, visions, channel-trances, dual awareness, and on and on literally with dozens of things, not near 2 B’ing fully understood as yet in AD 2K7. To get a spin from someone famous and known in circles of the paranormal, and whom is not certified a cook with a history of “special Ed” and NJNPI residence in my sixth grade year, and disability section 8 for us so-called nut cases and space cadets. Get the great book by a well respected and great man, the late ROBERT MONROE, called PROJECTIONS OF THE ASTRAL BODY. It won’t get U to Ricktown or Olympia, or the Great City of SDK, but it will open U up to the truths that U are not your body, your body is something like you’re a car, it is a vehicle you R using to interact in what I term the great INTERDREAM, or the interactiveness of physical plane life. U can go to www.amazon.com . Go to www.walden.com. Go to www.barnes&noble.com. Go to www.borders.com. If ordering books online ain’t your whittle ‘ting, just go to the mall where most of the book stores above listed here, R there.
Holiday helliday overkill as usual, they harassed the piss juices outta me. Super death milituforce siege all over me like holy rollers on bibles. The Bowell attack with their nuke-death beams or twatever they use, viciously tore my pathetic whittle body apart; I was on the toilet all day shitting my living guts out. Same old same old, so what else is new Lou?
The thing that convinces me more than anything else that certain individuals are targeted 2 B picked on and messed with and made miserable in various ways and degrees, and for varying reasons, known only 2 the tormentors carrying out the evil shit being done 2 innocents, is when the counselor whom I will call Patty-May to protect her identity, the same one that said it is all in my delusional mind that Robert McGuire did not look angry and aggressive in that website photo on his street near his crummy bar, admitted to me something once, that probably now, she wishes she had not. I pick up on everything, NOTHING GETS BY ME. Anyway, as Eddie Himacane says so well, as long as your 3 best friends know what is going on, then who else really needs 2? And these great buddies are and will always B, ME, MYSELF, and I. I know fully well that this dude wanted 2 rip my damn throat right through my asshole. Anyway she went on about how I was not the only person whom she had assisted in securing employment in the security related field, as others she got jobs as guards, shared the same weird un natural and very spurious problem, of keys not fitting properly into the security guard clocks, that guards use to prove that they were on their rounds and went to locations at certain times to check for fire, trespass, leaks, and what have U. People that end up on the Mental Health System are all here, having this same problem that [regular-normal-average] people do not have when working as guards with guard clocks. This discovery, 4 me anyway was super major, verifying beyond any doubt to the reasoning sane mind, that something is going on, and that some truth is obviously real, that is behind all these unexplained and seemingly covered up things like the Bermuda Triangle, UFO’s, all the psychic stuff, and on and on etcetera. Patty-May of course says it is pure coincidence, but I seriously think Jack McCoy, Abbey Carmichael, or their Grand Jury members would agree with all this ‘coincidence stuff’!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 a bit of math, |,||,//-,/,|\,||\\,-\,|(),|^|,|^|| astral 1-12, or 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 in physical world English numeration. There are 10 periods of day and 10 of night, astrally, but there it is 12, as there, the base math of eight is used, hence 8 base 10 is 10 base 8. There R some distant colonies more than 10 million light years from Earth on the MW, in the Andromeda Galaxy, where the symbols shown here R indeed used, Pleadia, and Grokhienia, for 2. I have visited this part of the Andromeda Galaxy, a lovely spiraling shaped grouping of fusion reactors, [stars]. After taking my air ship, the Ricktownmanor|, or one, MW symbol is 1, to the great fields of void out beyond Olympia proper, and out into the neighboring province of Glisherton Ares, I normally come out near the St. Thomas Islands not that far off mortal world state of Florida. From here I tell “ALLKNOWER” to take me to one of these MW established colonies, built about 6300 years after the birth of my 61st grandfather’s uncle Jesus, of Nazareth, Jerusalem, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy. The builders of both of these colonies are back presently around the important biblical times, and the details are classified and cannot B blogged most likely in this century and in our normal human present physical lifetimes.
The Donna Summer code fits into this, and makes Dan Brown pale in comparison. M is 1000 in Roman numeration. C is 100 in Roman Numeration. M + C = 1100, and M – C = 900. Now, 1100 X 900 = 990,000. Now 1100 + 900, or MC + CM = 2,000. Now, 990,000 + 2,000 = 992,000. Three zeros are considered to B a math set, or one grouping, hence, thousand, million, billion, and so forth. So now we R working with the magic number of 992,000, or 992 with a 1 set after it, [three zeros]. Take the 992 and the one as one set of zeros, and simply do this: Place the 1 digit both before the 992 and after the 992, and two figures come up as follows: 1-992 and 992-1, or written normally, 1992 and 9921. Before going onward with this, the code was breakable by someone able 2 C through it, and the calendar was intentionally thrown off, the Christian AD system. Many theories to just how much of a throw off is in it surface amongst the learned savants and scholars worldwide, but I have ‘family’ insider info, and know, as it has been passed down to my great grandmother Sarah Eastman to my grandmother Grace Isabelle Huntington, 7th grand daughter of Declaration of Independence signer, Samuel Huntington, UNCLE SAM. Then to my mother came this knowledge, and she spoke it 2 me when she thought she was dying one day when I was but a youth of 14, in 1969, after falling and breaking her shoulder, but concerned she had sustained a fatal head injury from this fall, went onto impart the secret 2 me, about Uncle Herbert, that gas was not just accidentally left on, killing Herbert and his wife and mother in law, but the brutal murder-suicide of the famous Braintree Massachusetts secret needed B told 2 me, or so my mom thought. She was fine, just a very sore fractured and frozen shoulder for a year, that caused her 6 or so years of lingering dull annoying pain, but she already told me the great secret, as well as the fact that only our family knows that whatever year the calendar reads, 2 B correct for dating to the birth of Jesus the Messiah or the Christ, U need 2 add 2 years, so 1998 was really true-2000, and it now is true 2009. The Mayan/Aztecan calendar ends in 2010, not 2012, no matter what people in the so called know tell U. Anyway the year 1979 was really the true AD of 1981, and the year 1948 was really the true AD of 1950. The final story goes that the great Sarah-J works in unison with someone that matches an age code, to bring about the knowledge of the dangers of technology, the very idea that my Hair-II was trying to ‘message spread’. Way more stuff than just this is going on pertaining to all of this, it is all just being surface scratched here in the blogs 4 now. So here is the kicker in the code and equation, with the 2 numbers, being 9921 and 1992. Simply subtract from 9921, the number 1992, and you will get the number of true magic, 7929. The code is someone who is 29 years old in any century year of 79, 2979, or 29 in 79, and in the 20th century, the year of 1979 when disco was at its big peak, Donna Summer was 31, only it was not true AD 1979, it was true AD 1981, so she was 31 in true AD 1981, making her indeed the coded age of 29, in 1979. Huge forces tried to wreck the coded system, but failed by minutes under 3 hours. She was born in this leap year 1948, true AD ’50, on the final day of the year just seconds past 9 of the clock at night, 9:00 PM. Forces beyond what I could describe did all they could 2 keep her birth back from occurring, right down to a family secret only Donnas’ family knows about, that nearly put them closer 2 the west coast, but some plan changed. If they for any reason had had her in London England, it would have broken the magic code, as it was January 1, 1949, when DS was born, according to the blimy world of the Brits. MISTAKEN IDENTITY is more than just the name of one of the record albums of the greatest disco artists of all times. Nothing is just coincidentally occurring, and no mistakes or mistaken identities are part of these equations. Math is not able to neither lie nor deceive, and on the living or the non caporial realms, l+l=ll. Now 4 some more math, but please do not misuse this super roulette system. The better a system is, the more it seems to win and 4 longer strings of games and play time, but this is always very deceptive. It is a very good system, but you can and will have serious losses. All odds R that 4 out of 5 people could all go to a table, different ones of course, play one game, make max bets of normally between 2 and 5 grand on outside even chance bets in Jersey casinos, and then get a total of the players P&L, and divided the winning amount total up by 5, and quit forever ahead and happy, and send another group of 5 and another, making them sign that they will give you 10% of the winnings in exchange for the system information, and pay minimum wage or a little more, to watchers who would accompany the groups. Here is what will piss off these filthy bunches of suit punks, that have done so much 2 hurt me 4 so very long, and wrecked my entire adult life, that I’ll never ever get back.
You will lose only on 4 strings, such as EEEE, or BBBB. More than 4 will have no effect on players, nor will singleton events, or one string, such as 1 RED, or 1 EVEN. All 3-strings will break a player even. You will win one unit on all 2-string events, and lose two units on all 4-string events. Play all 3 parameters of the 1-36 numbers, waiting for any 2-string to come up, such as RR, EE, HH, etc. Never double up or down, bet flat bets, same amount all the time and never vary the amount that U bet at the start of your game, be it ten dollar-double nickel bets, or 5 orange babies at night at tables at AC’s Caesars Casino. As always, ignore the green house edge numbers that will strike a player, never bet more than the flat bet amount. All bets, always R in the amount of your first bet at the table. I would not do things like this but they have done so much shit to me 4 so long, it is beyond disgusting, revolting, and outlandishly horrendous!!!!!!!!!!!

Take the symbols 6 and 9, now put them together,69, better yet, draw it and see the loops come together, leaving an infinity symbol in the center but on a slight up and down angle, with a space between the sidewise 8 infinity sign. Symbolism of the lawtronics, as well as the circle that the 2 looping digits create, the 6 and the 9 when drawn so that the loops in each digit connect, becomes quite clear and evident when these 2 magic numbers are seen in the proper ascending digital order. The first and most important law in the 7th dimension next only to the creation of mind from the recycled shuffle from all prior uncreations former exim existence loops in 5th dimensional hyperspace, is the weight per length amount law, that says that just enough ratio is needed to keep the linear realities yet simultaneously creating the eventuality of the looping process. U now are fully aware and totally know about LAW #1, and LAW #2, in LAWTRONICS.
Fascitarians from the astral phase two existence are practicing physical projectionalists. This Astral order has 6300 members in the Olympian Province’s great mystery school of the TECK BAY. Most are what humans would describe as ‘good’ entities, but not all are, and these can B looked at in the way the CIA’s entertainment world controlled studios/media, depicts in Lawn Mower Man 2’s out of control virtual reality, and the bad forces in the plot being able to jack in, as they call it, to our reality, which to their upper or up line, would be their virtual or down line reality, to them and by their perspective and point of reference, a lower reality, but this is bull shit. All entities and life forms and life in any way is sacred in that no one has the right to dominate another, persecute another, play with another, make another miserable, and on and on and so forth. The reason that the base #10 mortal world, [MW] math system has a magic interaction with the numbers of 6 and 10, for the Fascitarians, is not too simple, but let me attempt to bridge the interplane gap a bit with this analogy: In astral world base #8 math where our MW math system based in 10 digits is astral 12, hence there, 8 is 10. Going both 2 under 10 and 2 over 10, the ten balances certain systems inside the lawtron. This also balances as well, the interactions all entities and their direct interactions with the Lawtrons, that as they go lower down the food chain of creation and existence so 2 speak, start as prior closed curve existences, new lawtron reality after shuffle, the gods, the mind planality of D-6, the 5th dimensional hyperspace mind both collectively and individually, and both on all levels consciously and un or sub-consciously. In the shuffling processes in eighth and down to seventh dimension, Lawtrons in their new and true beingness are still always in an everlasting shuffle and reshuffle process, as in reality, and in relative truth to all 7 dimensions, Lawtrons down to 3-D physical world life, the 8th dimension or endless uncreation shuffles, are not real any longer and just never were, they did not ever happen, BUT WE KNOW THAT THEY DID, so this is the giant monstrous sized equation involved in all of this. This is why even those who know, the enlightened few, have the ever slightest doubts, just enough to keep it so they remain phase 3 beings, not slipping into a so-called ‘evolved phase 4’. Digitally, the Earth world math of the base 10 system is an intentional part of all of the entirety of this story, and is why humans, the ones of most intellect in the carbon system in all of the huge 5-D, are unless by a birth accident, born with 10 fingers and 10 toes, using the thumbs as fingers 4 sake of the count. It keeps the truer and realer math base 8 from ever evolving into the material world. The 6/10 Fascitar balance, is to the Astrallites, to them really the digits used in mortal world English symbols, 8 and 12. The 6 is 8 in math base 8, and the 10 is 12 in math base 8. That is really 8 and 12 to them, not 6 and 10, but look how 8 and 12 work out here on the MW. The product of 8 and 12 is 96, the inverse digits again of 69. 8 + 12 = 20, and 12 – 8 = 4. 20-4=16, the hexadecimal. 20+4 =24, the hours in Earth’s days. The hex numeration is the basis for the creation of MACHINE-MIND, in all of the 5th dimensional HS, Mr. LMM. 4 corners would exist if curvation was not lawtronically built into everything. Instead, lines curve around into circles, squares curve in 3 dimensions going from cubes into spheres. 4 is the amount of corners or directions for winds to blow out of on the MW. By producing the magical combination of using 6 times and 10 times, in astral projection, you can prove physical death 2 B the illusion of the flat square world, and the sun and moon going around the world, rising up over us and setting down under us, while we all stand still. Death is total crap. Christmas morning at precisely 3:30 Ante’ Meridian, I was in my vehicle at my job, and died. My heart blew up and I got 3 separate strokes, and died in a few seconds. Remember that when U know what I do, U can re-enter your dead physical body in such a way that all damage 2 it that caused it to destruct and die, is instantly repaired. I instantly found myself in the lobby of a blue and white building; it was late afternoon in some astral area, and starting to darken. A very attractive sandy blond haired tall girl 6 feet or just shy of it was standing outside a ladies room. We shared a few words, and I found myself going nestward in an elevator to a floor perhaps 4, 5, maybe 6 up from the lobby level. The halls up here were even brighter blue, the bluest blue I remember seeing anywhere except in Sahasra Dal Kanwal around countless huge buildings unfathomable to Earth worlders. I entered into a room in this smallish building located in some small city, I believe it was fairly near to the center of the Olympian Astral Pine Areas, so huge, don’t try to get a small clue on how 2 picture a forest of pines hundreds if not thousands of times that of our Earth world solar system. Anyway, this little city, probably the size of Trenton, NJ, USA, EARTH, with a hundred or so buildings ranging from 10 through 20 stories, and a few thousand home type dwelling structures, similar to mortal world large homes. I get inside this room where I found about 8 or so others, I think these entities were being males at the time, and the only one being female, was the tall girl outside the ladies room down in the building’s lobby area. The room was a local meeting area for Fascitarians, similar to the Eckankar religious order, where they have local get- together’s called Satsang. They were practicing physical projection, to get to the physical world in their astral bodies, as opposed 2 dreaming in a mortal world birth.
Now 4 a bit of chit-chat on Sarah’s magical kemtrail. This was done in December of 1969 on the MW. The asterisk has 6 points, as did her beautiful series of her magical 3 intersected lines of jet vapor. Write the word KRASSLE, and then below it write the word ASTERISK. This word has every letter in Krassle except for the [L]. Rewrite Krassle without the L, and you will get KRASSE. The magic TV ad I told U all about in the very early part of the next year, 1970, right after the great Sarah-Stacey took my chain in the dream, then in the mortal world, made the magic trail the very next morning, and now this ad for vision and glasses comes on, the gods help U Jan Brady, where it says, or more accurately put, one of the pretty teen girls says, “that is Y all of us KRASSE’s wear our glasses so not to ruin our eyesight”. Then take her 6 pointed asterisk kemtrail, the word, KEMTRAIL. Write it down, and again, under it write the word KRASSLE. Kemtrail has every letter in the word Krassle, except 4 the 2 S’s. Guess the S’s are missing so they can symbolically go into the S in SARAH, and the S in STACEY. Come on Miz Carmichael, Mr. McCoy, and 2 all the New York City and County Grand Juries, if U don’t buy into all kinds of multiple coincidences, then I ask WHY THE SHITTING HELL SHOULD I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yagodda admit that this is kind of wild and amazing, right??????????????? The EXFAS are a break away sect of sorts on phase two astral realities, and as I machine pen this, some trouble just occurred. Seems 2B operational again, thank the gods. These Exfas are major LMM-JACK-INS, [physical projectors]. The word used is astral slang. Top level or [highest degreed] mystic-gurus and wizards in and through most circles in the great Hyperspace, and some astral locales, {SSJKK’s unconscious thought wave interactions}, know about this misguided order that thinks no ill of messing with unsuspecting down lines, where innocents R teased and messed with, like sick kids enjoying the torture of their pet when their parents and family are no where 2B found. It is still all caused by the instinctiveness of all entities, that there never can B any eternal peace and rest, and that existence is forever and ever. All bully syndromes and picking on people, is part of this endless life shit. We all know that once U R here, U have always been here and will always B here, as all time is really one time.
Gauki-Gawgauk has many pseudonyms & aliases. One is LOCA, the shortened version for LOTTERY CAT, a huge and ancient black panther cat. Saying the English words, “lottery cat”, is equal to pronouncing Gauki-Gawgauk, the great mystic professor, at the GREAT TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL. He is literally millions of billions of Earth type of years old in one sequence of interdreamation. HIGDIG is another name that is totally synonymous with the others mentioned. When I was dreaming it was mid-late into the year MW4D of 1980, he was shrunken and sitting in the lap of his wife, on a huge astral world city bus. I met them long before this, but was not aware of that truth while inside that interaction. Some jit bag piece of jacked in scum fucked with me on my phone when I tried 2 call my doctor a couple of days after Christmas. Some time ago I told my Morians about LOCA telling me the lottery 3 digit Pennsylvania # would be, “DIE,DIE,DIE”. I asked the lady, Loca’s wife whose lap the cat was in on the bus, Y is your cat telling me 2 die? She said, he isn’t, but that Loca is simply telling me the # of the winning 3 digit pick-it for the lottery, in PA, USA. Then she went on to remind me over and over that LOCA doesn’t always get the digits in the winning combination. I laughed and said what good is that? I knew nothing of lotteries, and was not a gambler in 1980, starting late in ’82 when I began playing roulette in Demon City, NJ. She then laughed as she sat down on her barstool, as we had exited the bus and entered into a bar, where channel 6 in Philly was on the bar TV, and the World News was ending. She went on to explain 2 me that U can play 3 and 4 digit lottery PICK-ITS, in the straight up way, or the straight and boxed way. Translation, the digits need only B correct and not their order, it wins either straight or boxed, but the payout is naturally less, but for a buck to go 30 or more to one in winning payout amount and guaranteed to come out one way or another, LOCA the magic TECKIAN can make any mortal-worlder a very wealthy man or woman. I was so green; I bought it straight up and in the wrong state, my state, New Jersey. When my lunch break on night shift came, at my job at the recording studio, RPL, of Camden, NJ, I turned on the news, and the same old seniors were drawing the number that I had seen in the dream from the prior night from before getting up to eat, shower, and drive into my job at RPL. Then it came up, 5-9-4, and I ran around thinking I was rich, as I had bought $30 bucks worth of NJ tickets straight up. WRONG, nope, wrong state and did not play straight/box. If I had, my vacation that Christmas would have been with an extra thousand bucks in the ‘kitty’, but dumb old me screwed up.
My entire huge nightmare began with my astral trip out to that ‘other’ AC, NJ, with SCUMMER, back in 1986, when Jimmy Carter told me that I was dead. Now, I am totally aware that I died and went to hell, by your mortal viewpoint and religious beliefs. I was living in a large place and owned a large corporation called STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION, headquartered in the state of Delaware, where I lived very long ago as a Native American Indian Squaw, and was murdered along with my un born child inside me. In this interaction, Phyllis Alexander, here in this section of Transdimensional planality, her name is Donna Adrian Gaines Summer Sudano. She was living in a large walk up on Ohio Avenue in AC, NJ. My father was born in Ohio as was his entire line of the family, and also has a major religious connection to the reality of this interdream, as I so term what mortals consider 2B real life. His 5th or 6th or 7th, not sure, grandfather was Joseph Moore. He wrote a famous song that gets more airplay than all of Summer, Madonna, M&M, 50 cent, George Strait, and 20 more all combined together. It is called, SILENT NIGHT. The family after late into the 19th century moved to Dayton, Ohio, and DAYTON has all 4 letters in the name DONNA. All 4!!!!!!!!!! And Ohio Avenue is where she lives in a large walk up apartment in this other part of the great hyperspace.
Christmas night, mili2force gave me a vicious diarrhea attack, spent it on the toilet in pain. Remember, no doctor ever can tell me Y this is all happening 2 me, for a quarter of a freaking century. If it was a real Earthly natural and serious medical condition, would I B alive and relatively well after all of this time? Every 2:30 AM if I am on the phone, some one or thing Craptain Shitner illegally cuts into my phone, violating FCC laws and regulations, and I am on a land line, not a cellular phone system. Hate cell phones, will not use them until they work as good as what I grew up with. I am not moving backwards in quality for any sociological reasons nor acceptance. Siege includes medical attacks, noise, aerial persecution which is constant and relentless for months now, just won’t fucking quit, never!!!! Thought they had cut off my electrical assistance, and I will believe I am reinstated 2 the program when I see it on my electric bill and get my check. The state is trying to as well to deny me my rightful share of property tax rebate from last summer. I have complied in every way with everything they have required me 2 do, but still, no $ ever comes when I am in my most desperate need. If I die on the street, I have been murdered by forces in the state and federal government, Trump, Summer, McGuire, AC’s Mayor B Levy, X-Flyers GM, Robert Barfart Clark, Sarah Callio Martino, child molester Thomas J. Reale, Mr. and Mrs. Martino who previously owned the Martino restaurant in the Claridge Hotel and Casino, in AC, NJ, and any and all others listed in my blogs and website.
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For more info on all my lovely darling enemies, these hyperlinks will get U2 there:
www.acbp.com
www.acpd.com
www.acmua.com
Remember to visit the great Eckankar 2 C that I am not the only one that says things like what I refer 2 in my blogging, just punch up,
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http://eckankar.nj.org One of these should get U connected into their Minnesota based fascinating religious organization. A crazy thing just happened on the computer. Some bunches of gods do not like this blog, dats 4 sure.
2000, 2005, and again in 2006, my meds were messed with, and they know that without them, I will be in coma, for millions of agonizing years, unable to move and breathe 4 the most part, yet unable 2 detach and physically die. When I tried fixing and remedying the situation, LOCA and DIG crossed over on the phone line. This was engineered by the Crazy Intelligent Aliens, [CIA]. They messed with my TV, watching one channel, and boom, it switches to a totally different one, the EWTN network, from one of the Mexican American channels. #24 switched to #95 for no reason, and 10 seconds later, it switched back, just like the charmed 3 and their magic, and things like this never stop happening 2 me, over and over again. On I cannot. I did not put that last sentence in. I am trying to type in if machine mind will get out of my jacked LMM in reality, and let me, The reason that I cannot believe the typical Christian way, is that I have seen and experienced way too much that show me that more than all of this is happening, and the Catholic Church would B put out of business if I was ever permitted 2 show the world my scrutinized life, and get the authorities to watch me day and night, with the motive of helping me 2 get 2 the bottom of what is really going on around me, and helping me out of the worst nightmare in the multiverse. I had several born again real holly roller Christian types back in the nineteen seventies and eighties, say to me and I swear with perjury attached testimony as I type this, “Satan won’t even let U sin, it makes no sense”. When bible scholars from years of seminary study under their belts, cannot understand, from a religious standpoint, my life, and what is all around it and me, U have 2 fucking admit, something is MAJOR WRONG. Every time I am waiting 4 very important phone calls, not only do they rarely ever seem 2B able 2 get through, but I get bullshit calls every time, it is clockwork precision. The other day it was major, maybe 5 or 10 days back, and these 2 bastards screw with me constantly. There numbers are (307)664-4409, and (866)260-8866. There are others, but McG and slutty Sarah and their dirt ball utility company powerful enemies use these 2 a lot. They also use a place called Country Bank, next time they do it, I will blog details and write a complaint letter to both the FCC and the Banking Commission.
Worst Bowell blow out attack siege caused their Dow to climb to a lofty up 102 points, siege started on that day at 2:06 PM. Planes and choppers all day and all night, and lots of big loud military shit all over me like I am a big candy bar, and they are a bunch of loose wild kids. I insult children with this comparison; they are much more mature than my jack off jack in enemies, LMM. Over 12,500 points on the Dow, and me in agony on the toilet all day, after one of their worst covert assaults on me, it does not get much worse than this rapies and germios. Thursday morning next, there was much more off the dial kemtrailing all over, like the military wanted to play chess or checkers with themselves as well as just play with themselves. Noisy road attacks, noisy neighborhood attacks, also ensued, and worsened; it is horrific what these shitscums do 2 me.
The reason so much action is in films is the same reason that political correctness insists on such lack of action amongst the citizenry, it causes a great contrast. This contrast causes U and me 2 desire 2 go 2 the freggin’ movies, more and more, like a madness and craving to get what is not allowed in our own lives. Now the CIA owned &controlled studios get richer and secretly funded 2 carry out more covert shit such as what they do 2 those such as myself, but also there is another part 2 this, much greater. Now, when they fill their movies with all of their intentional and numerous (disinformation plots) the action has a psychological mix in this equation, and U must try to at least start 2C this reality, 4 your own good as well as mine!!!!! Since action is not ‘REAL’, and ‘A MOVIE THING, and FICTIONAL’. So the brain quietly and sutteley tells U that the plot and content stuff in the movie, likewise must be fictional, just movie shit, or ‘TV-SHIT, as the Gibbsboro PD officer told me the show COPS is. U have not clue number point 00001 how serious this all is my fiends and friends. Remember the comic beauty of ten or more years back, the tall thin white chick, named Stephanie Miller? She made fun of those stupid SATAN SATURN commercials, and Michael Jackson a lot. Within a very small period of time, she vanished. Now Jay Leno can do what he wants right down to joking off with the President, as he has power 2, and this neutralizes the shit. 2 powerful arm wrestlers, why waste the struggle if neither can ever put down the other? But no power poor little SM, was not so fortunate. She got OZ’d, or OBLIVION ZONKED as they say in 30 years or so from now in most places in hyperspace.
A vicious night siege occurred at work, skies filled with harmful poison kemtrails. They love to haze over and totally block the moon. I dare Hammonton residents 2 prove me wrong. In the 6 colder and darker months of the year, between the moon phases of half moon growing to full and shrinking down to half, this 2 week period, the night skies are constantly filled with this filthy garbage, wrecking everybody’s view of a beautiful moon, and adversely effecting all of our weather, as these hazes eventually thicken and darken, and then no more moon is there to enjoy viewing. Go ahead, just start looking and observing, but don’t quit. They figure readers of this will watch and so they may back it off, then a loss of interest will come, no one is watching again, and then they do it again, just like the bad filthy school kid waiting for a teacher 2 turn his or her back and then punching somebody, over and over. I have much much more 2 say, and next week it will B said, I am keeping it all on legal sized lined white paper, nothing they do will not get blogged, and the longer the authorities ignore me when I need help from these wicked enemies, the more mis and mal feasence charges will pile up for SOME MAGIC ‘SOMEDAY’.
For now brown eyed and black souled KAL Callio, CU in DOGTOWN, ya evil witch/bitch!!!!!!