SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER
DCLIII (0653)
1:51
AM, 3 DECEMBER, 2012, MONDAY MORNING
TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO
BSNF:
“SINCE A TITLE IS A NON COPYRIGHTABLE ITEM,
GENE
RODDENBERRY'S GREAT MID-NINETIES MOVIE
IS
BOTH APPROPRIATE AND PERFECT, (GENERATIONS)”
BEGINNING
OF THE BLOG:
Folks,
this has been the worst year of my entire life, but I know that I
have been saying this very same mother fucking shit chewing thing
now, year after year after year; leaving me to hope and pray for the
outside chance miracle, of the end of the world; even though I know
perfectly well, it will not be, and time goes on and on, and all
those poor bastards out in the woods living like fugitives from
reality, are merely wasting their time and effort!!! The
WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not going to permit these things to happen,
and they do control and manipulate the entire cosmic channel, because
they are the part of the owners of it all from the Astral-Plane,
asleep here in their dreams, with varying degrees of memory and
awareness to just who they really are in higher realities, and also
why they are here and living inside this biological virtual reality
of a sort. I know my hell will go on and on forever, there is no
escape. The ruler of the empire used my own 1983 tune just enough to
be legally able to, as well as make it totally an unmissable event
for me, once I came to put enough dots and pieces of this incredible
cosmic jig saw puzzle all together in very recent times, and just in
this very MAYAN YEAR of twenty-twelve. Many folks have so
many legends all screwed and mixed up, that it is beyond totally
fucking pathetic. I don't know jack shit myself, only what the all
mighty ruler has imparted to me, and allowed my waking mind here
where I am blogging these words, a full total Arnie Muscles recall of
the things that she has indeed revealed to me. She may or may not
remember doing or saying it, but I do, and this does not nullify my
memories, nor make them one bit phony or fake. I have no time to be
flying child ride balloon hoaxes that stir up an entire nation for a
solid afternoon. If I do not believe absolutely in what I know and
print, then I do not print it, and I do not claim that I know it. I
have no time to make shit up or be phony about anything. If anyone
ever, can prove me wrong, in a solid way, about anything; I urge you
to do so. But just don't write me messages of what a sick prick I am,
as I really don't want to hear
that, and I won't read it, and I'll fucking delete it at the speed of
light, so be nice; and if you have something to say, then by all dam
means, get it off of your chest, knowing fully well that I am very
anxious to hear what you have to frikkin tell me, as I am a very open
minded person who is only able to go where my legwork of decades now,
has taken me. I am not looking for false shit. I want truth and
honesty. Prove me wrong someone, anyone, just do it, or try; and
don't then go nuts, and try and bust me in the teeth when you cannot,
and then be all frustrated, just as was the Assistant
to Congressman Andrews, back in 1998. What a wild ride
those days were for me, people, YO.
Now
first off with this blog, I want to tell you all something, and I
will be frank about what I believe, based on stuff carefully
analyzed, and then deductive reasoning applied. I know that I have
about five readers who do not subscribe, and that in itself, tells me
many other clues. Also, I have about five printers. They do not read,
they just go up and whatever I post, they print, copy, and distribute
to many many people, I know it is in the thousands, and let us keep
things there. I want you to do this, that is fine. You have this
author's permission to copy and distribute to your heart's content. I
do not like the Jason Forrest's, who make money off of my copyrighted
material, however. He admitted that he has taken my blogs and ideas
in them, to studios out in Hollywood or some similar facsimile; and
has made, to quote him, “a lot of money”, and that was back
around late 2007, after just the very initial stages of my MORIANITY
had begun to be blogged to the public view, at the 'Blogger'
website, now owned by GOOGLE.
If you do not steal from me monetarily, then we will never have a
problem. The cult that appears to humanly be in some control or power
over the entertainment world or Illuminati, has always felt that they
had the right to own me, use me, take from me, and give me back
absolutely nothing but taunting and teasing, and not one red cent;
while they make literally tens of billions of profits, over decades
now; and all of this can absolutely be
substantiated if I could ever afford or interest a real
powerful top notch attorney that would really go to bat for me. I
know that within ten years tops, we would be settling for no less
than 30 billion USD, in a long term pattern copyrights and property
of intellectual type infringements. I do not want your fucking money,
you diseased swamp drinking slime bags. I would appreciate the
recognition deserved me many times over, and you all know this is
true, and continue to deny the hundreds and hundreds of things that
you all got from me, and also very cleverly stole away. I doubt that
there is a studio, or a name recognized celebrity, that is not guilty
of at least one infringement, but I am not accusing, but am merely
posing a wager of interest. A lot of people have come to believe from
so many really off the deep end nuts out there posting super wild
conspiracy related items, that real devil worship is involved, and
that a real honest pitch fork devil exists, with fire and frightening
shouts that shake the Earth. This is total nonsense, unless your
little cult wants to pass the right cigarettes or wines around, as
you are nothing but a bunch of chemistry, and if you want to create
this real live devil and in all its horrors, I assure you that the
right drugs and drinks can do this for you, but leaving the realm of
the ridiculous here, what really goes on is far worse. You really do
have to sell out in many cases, and join a family. The WOMO,
the BRIGGBASE CULT, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and all their
waking world numerous terms from the biggest one used recently, the
Illuminati, and many others, and again, the greatest law show ever
done that even far surpassed PERRY MASON, cleverly got into this,
with their version in fictional form, with the Systemotics Cult, and
if that episode did not send some good heavy shivers up and down the
spines of viewers, then you are either on your way to brain death,
and do not recognize that fact as of yet; or else, you're one of them
and smiling, like the young folks in the court gallery in the show.
This is all deadly serious, and I told Lenny McKinnon a long time ago
on a hot sunny afternoon in 1980, in the city of Philadelphia; that I
refuse to join this collective mindset. I may have used other words
or terms, but you know friends, he instantly got the message, and was
very very hostile with me immediately, and things between us were
strained after that, until the day that he vanished without a trace,
back in early January somewhere, in the year of 1981.
I
will tell you something folks right now. I showed a lot of folks in
the eighties that I would not bend or yield to their club, yet I had
talent, raw yes indeed, but if it was not a talent that had an
unlimited income potential to the Entertainment World, and basically
the music industry; then why did hundreds
of things that I did, all
get chopped up piecemeal, and taken and used, and changed just enough
for sake of legality, and as said earlier, super vast fortunes were
made when you tally it all up, and with no integrity or honesty? If
I am such a no-talent, why have I been paid the ultimate
compliment, of mimicking, by all of these great artists
for decades now? Their egos being what they are, it is doubtful they
will ever admit these truths, or even try and see things my way; but
that does not make what they all did to me just go away. They merely
all got scott free away with ripping me off. But I have a totally
other point to be made on this blog today at 2:30 this Monday morning
folks, and it's this: Medical clinicians who study diseases and DNA
and family passed genetics, and all of this stuff; all know that a
lot of things do indeed, unfortunate and horrible as this truth may
be many times to all of us; get passed down generation to generation
to generation, and so on this topic, I wish to tell a true story, and
then you all draw your own conclusions. Those who hate me, and refuse
to believe the truths of all that has been done to me with malice and
viciousness that rivals any so-called bible-devil, they will always
insist that I am just a mentally ill fuck up, with nothing to back up
my claims and words. Did you ever really stop and smell the shit in
the toilet though, good friends? They
have a major hyper time
vested interest in never letting me EVER
EVER EVER EVER be thought of
in any other way but that, because if it is not true as
they say, then I have real bones to pick with an entire dirty rotten
business that has screwed me since I was a boy, and paying me the
ultimate compliment simultaneously, but that compliment does not put
one red cent in my bank balance; and if I have a talent in something,
and get sanctioned from ever being able to make a living at
it; then this is just simply wrong, and you all know it. Lie all you
mother fucking want to until you turn to maggots, but you do know it,
and there is no getting around what has been done to me. My argument
that really cannot lose if the playing field could ever be leveled,
or I could get a fair trial as a plaintiff, to basically sue the
entire EW someday, for my share of stolen stuff over a 30 year
pattern; is that many of you like to tell me I suck. Some don't say
that as they do not want to look foolish. But if I suck and have no
talent, well, the question endlessly beggars the imagination, then
why do you take my raw ideas one after another for 30+ years, and rip
them off and profit, and never are willing to share one red cent, as
I am not greedy? I would be happy to make a decent living, like a
lousy 60 grand gross salary, as a jingle writer for example; and my
resume; where would I begin? It is 30% of the entire past 30 years of
shit that has been altered just enough to pass for original, but we
all know it is my stuff. So not even allowing me to share in the
multiple billions per year, a paltry rotten 60 grand annual salary;
this then proves this same WOMO enemy,
is the same bunch that persecute and harass me year after year, not
even allowing me to have the tiniest life whatsofuckingever, not even
an old clunker car, a minimum wage job, and a tiny little mobile home
where I can have some peace and quiet, and be left the fucking hell
alone. This, and things like this; is what really proves the stories
of the long winded 7-year blog project, that I have undertaken,
called MORIANITY. Now listen up
to this:
Everything
in my life was quite ordinary; rotten, but ordinary, that is until
the day my father called me out of the blue, after being away for 9
or 10 years, down south with his salvage friends, doing his fucking
treasure thing. When he came back to the Oaklyn apartment, where the
'chain' and the 'BOB' were removed and destroyed from my strongbox
years earlier, when I had just turned age fifteen years; this is
where I honestly can say that things altered for me, in supernatural,
or paranormal, or esoteric ways; choose your words, and pick your
mother fucking poison, folks!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, people were
following me, things were happening to me, phone calls from unknown
peeps began, peeps stopped me in my tracks every time I tried to do
anything at all, especially in finance or business, involving even
the smallest amounts of money. Jim Burr always insisted that my
problems went back into my family, and he seemed to believe that it
was more on my father's side, and not on the Huntington side of my
mother. After lots of fucking recent soul searching folks, I now know
that this man, although extremely flawed in many many ways, just
happened to pick this one thing, right on the nose, like getting all
the numbers perfectly, on a Powerball
Jackpot Lottery. Now believe what ever you want to folks,
and don't get any fucking general breakdowns because of me; but those
in the know will tell you that this is true, so go ask them. Things
run in families, many things, not just diseases both mental and
physical, but traits and many items that are almost too numerous to
mention right now; and other varying items that reflect a definite
generational similarity, so that peeps can go, oh yes, it is in their
family. My dad had a real daddy issue, and he joined up illegally at
age sixteen, with the Merchant Marines, and left his small gossiping
town of Toledo, Ohio, in 1935, on his 16th birthday, on
the tenth day in September. This is an ugly and complex issue, and it
has indeed been previously covered on more than one occasion, and
blogged at various places. He found out some things that made him
angry, and people in town were talking. His only escape was to
forever despise his lying mother, Clara Block; and run off to sea.
Now, look at me in the next generation. I was doing OK, not great,
but OK. But right after my dad came back into my life, after being
away from about the time that I was age 9 into age 19; he came back
for a visit, and within a few months he was out of town, and back
down south; but I instantly noticed from the day that he left, that
people were picking on me, my next door nabes were making lots of
noise and being extremely annoying, and one bad thing after another
just kept fucking happening to me, no matter how god dam hard I tried
to make a success out of my young life, and do the right things. Now
we get to the next generation, Captains Kirk and Picard. She has
major issues with Dad as well. You know L-4, left unchecked, this
cannot have any kind of a pleasant ending. It really is not rocket
science. Still, when I did what I did that night in 1986 down on Long
Beach Island, with Dave; it was because of what had happened to us at
the Medport Diner, in the spring of 1986, just a few months earlier,
and I knew that I had a right to retaliate. So I used Magnesonic, and
I did just that. It is all blogged if you carefully examine and
search around. I talk about it a lot from 2006-2008. You just need to
type in a GOOGLE search bar MORIANITY BIBLE BLOGSPOT or similar key
words, hit my profile, and then you can click onto the entire blog in
all five old sections, and you all ready are on this new section,
that after a hack last November; caused this new blog to need to be
started, after being suddenly just locked out from using the old one
after all those fucking years. Folks, I said it before, and I will
reiterate some more, I am only against those
who are against me, and HURTING ME, and WIPING OUT MY ENTIRE LIFE,
and TOTALLY OBLITERATING ME. You too would do this, so don't go
playing fucking mother Theresa with me, or I'll spit in your eyeball.
I did not initiate the wild dreams, I just get them. As for present
time residents who double as the four practicing (T-3-E)
Type-3-Exploratrons, as was spoken of in a recent blog, I believe
that in late 2012, there is only myself, and if you don't know the
other three persons by now, just quit reading Morianity, and enjoy
Brother Bob and his Race-car Experiences Blog, because you are like
an unlucky patron in a casino; you really just don't belong there, or
here; unless you know what I am going through, and are starting to
really fucking GET IT and I mean REALLY GET
IT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So if you are a loyal
Morian, bless and keep you, but still, whoever is out here; I know
that some, mean me good, some mean me bad; and none or nearly none,
want to ever take it to another level, and that is fine. So go and do
what you are comfortable with by all means. But I leave you now with
this, peeps. Things will happen, and things will change. I do not
believe in the wild crazy Mayan stuff, but I do know a few things,
such as legends always call the sun, out there in space,
Apollo-Lucifer; and he seems to
be part of all of this. Take a cheap little $8.00 Walmart calculator,
and hit your square root button twice, after you print the number
26000, the cycle of years it takes for Earth to orbit the Milky Way
Galaxy. You will see on your screen, '12.69' with other digits that
follow past the decimal point, but look at that wild date, December
of 1969, so just where is Sabrina Collins,
when I really
could use her right about now????????????
***Folks,
this blog will stop here.***
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