MORIANITY-3-CHAPTER-15

MORIANITY-3-CHAPTER XV

EARLY ON FRIDAY MOUUUUUUUUURNING

FEBRUARY 8, 2013

Well people, here is the shituation for Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson, and all of the friends of the late Superman of 1957; and the so many mysterious strange deaths on the Planet Earth. Someone or something, did not want me to blog what I was going to originally blog, on my previous text, CHAPTER-14. So here we are now on M-3, and in a book that is very voluminous that is also all part of one project no matter what section or title any part may be, and that is the other M-3, or Morianity of Millennium 3. I suppose that somewhat jokingly, we therefore could call this recent part of this seven plus year project, M3M3. Then the old 1983 song that I wrote, called, 'New Japan', would be even more prophetic in the verse lyric that goes, ''Oh the letter 'M' in in my name, both first and last to haunt my soul. The evil letter of their game, they own our lands and we pay their toll. Still, I seem to be destined by the fucking asshole gods to be eternally messed up by some indirect or direct shit, done by the Japanese people, not that I hold any resentment, as lots of time has passed since Pearl Harbor, and who am I to drudge up a big pool of stenchy rotten sewage?

LSS, I wil get right t what I need to get at here, and not allow the gods the same easy access that they had a few hours earlier, and I will NEVER AGAIN, post a link or any kind of hypertext-transfer-protocol or world-wide-web address on any of my blogging fucking texts. I have learned who the boss really is, Judy gorgeous Light, and it certainly is not me, and it may just be a financial entity that has taken this form. You scientist assholes of 2013 all think you're dam degrees make you so smart. You're fucking clueless to the few important things that separate you all from being told the exact ways to do some stuff, that would propel and hurl all of us out of the dark ages, and this means out of this type-1-civilization, and on towards progressing into types 1, 2, and 3. The joke is that the entire universe is merely a type three civilization having children, and the cycle repeats with births and deaths and more offspring and more offspring, merely in different sized circles. Early in the nineteen eighties, infinities within infinities and the 'Weird Theory', along with the soon to follow, 'String' Theories, would all come to be, mixed together in strange ways, accepted in part or in whole by different people in various scientific disciplines, and the entire thing sort of landed where things are now and have been for around the past five years, with people trying to see the beginning of something rather than realize that they already were part of it at the ending, and that no matter what is ever known or revealed, we live in a large multiplexed group of hyperspheres of parallel reality, conscious to one at all times, and exploring the multitudes of virtually countless others, with our deeper subconscious mind processes. But as for my being told by the OWNER of all of it, to blog in a different way, this is what I wanted to get into, before all of DOGTOWN literally broke loose late yesterday. HELL is a more accepted term for this Astral-Plane condition of truth, where indeed, punishments are not only real, and part of our truth, but are so far beyond what we could even start to rationally seriously ponder on or fantasize over, that insanity would result if we could remember one percent of this true HELL, while in waking hyperspace, or here and now alive in this so-called real life.

I was told to blog in a different way, and that way being, as if all that happened after April of 2008 ended, never happened, and this is not to be taken lightly. You won't understand dogshit about these details, even Dave Roth thought he was so fucking ass smart, and I learned where his limitations were on a warm summer night in 1997, at the Military Games Installation of Warren Grove, New Jersey. Distance is an illusion, in space, and in time, as well as in multidimensional additional dimensionality. Still, looking at things the very old fashioned way, and taking two strong horseshoe magnets, and holding them near each other, to where a strong force is almost forcing them to slam together; there are ways to change the distance in that small field area of 'gravitation', and without doing a 5,000 plus page blog, I have to just stop right there. Still, I need to go this far to make a point and be able to move on from that point, with more stuff. These changes can be done in scientific ways, to a point. But the real truth is that nothing is real, and that you and I are projecting out this entire dream of so called real stuff, out beyond ourselves, so only we have it 'within us' literally, to make changes in the distances between any of these three things. Most of the waking life is spend not consciously worrying about any of this. It's like breathing, you can shift your awareness to a point where you can reach near insanity by believing that you must be conscious to your breath. Eventually, you will be broken from that trance, and your breathing will resume subconsciously again, without you needing to do anything, just as before. But this shift is real, and this shifting is the first lesson on how the DISTANCE of all three things, space, time, and hyperspace dimensions; is all in a flux between states of MIND, the consciousness, and the underneath the consciousness, all the way down to total unconsciousness. In future times, in many other parallel universes, that I have become dominant over an originally dominant, and then recessive doppelganger of myself; I have witnessed the term used as civilizations progress a little beyond where this one now is at, and they merely extend Einstein's old combining of space and time, into space-time, with the true source that is creating space-time, and that would be MIND, not so much our mind, as we merely borrow items from a mind channel or realm, like a person would borrow air and water and food and other things, in order to live in waking world physicality. We have a brain which is an organ not all that different from other organs in a body, only this one is capable of negotiating with a yet unknown realm or source, the Mental Plane, as the Eckists call it and use that exact word, registered in the name of their religion, known as Eckankar, or you might just say the MIND-REALM. All this brain does is eat from this source, and yes, as the body organs do, use this food, discard waste, and keep the goodness to store and build on, while the body goes through its three dimensional life and death cycle. There is no life or death, or after life, not for us, not for the cosmos, not for anything. Anyone unable to see past the mirage will live and die inside a trapped illusion. Now that this is out of the way, here is how things recently happened in 2013, with my Morianity and its blogs, as well as my personal interactions with the owner of the multiverse, which we need not use names or go into elucidations over, as this just is going to offend, and will not serve my purpose or agenda, which is to spread the absolute truth about everything.

The old blogs of 2006 and 2007, and even into the start of 2008, when this all began as a project to tell what had happened to me so far in my life, and was a story even then that went far beyond other stories; and then with an intricate hyperdimensional shifting, the cause of which is not yet figured out by me but most likely is in my own words somewhere between the end of 2007 and the summer time of 2008, as Scylla seemed to imply when telling me to do this, whoops, there I go with names. You see folks, names don't matter. Dawn King knew that simple truth quite well. Things are what they are, and you can call shit candy and candy shit, and the only thing you'll need to do is not get it mixed up after you decide to make this verbal alteration, or you may have your day wrecked very fast. As for tying in powerful distance changes made by our mind once we come to learn the real truth about stuff, this can wait for a detailed discussion, as it is not a quick bing bang thing and then you'll get it. It is why stuff like Firefox and BS happened, it is why things like Lois Foca and MC connected together, and the list could read on for a thousand pages, no exaggeration, I promise. It cannot be made short, so before all of Morianity is over, we can get more into this, but not today. I'll merely say that there are times when we may want distances between things lessened, and then there are times when we may want them increased. I'll tell one quick real life tale here about a man I came to work with indirectly at the Cifaloglio garage, and who had the horses on the beach business that I talked about late in the twenty-ohs on my blogs, down in Atlantic City and back in the nineteen-sixties. I am not in the mood to change names, his name is Bill. Shortly after he told me some real bad stuff about political corruption and how he had to pay a lot of extortion fees, as do all businesses in Atlantic City, or did back then, according to him, and he ad no reason in this world to make any of this up; still I'll admit that this is hearsay, and I could not testify to it directly in or out of court, in good conscience, but shortly after I blogged what he said, and even though I altered his name on the blog, his home caught fire and nearly burned to the ground. These toaster oven bloody shoes are becoming quite a challenge to any mathematical and statistical thinking mind. Still, that stops right there, quite naturally, Mizz © Yellow Sheets Keepajob Green. You see folks, I don't give a shit who does what, who did what, or what goes on, until and unless it adversely effects my life when all I try and do is mind my own mother fucking business, and something keeps wiping me out and velocitronic speed. This is like ratting verses telling. A rat is not a kid who is bullied and tells. A rat is a kid who hides in his locker and tells stuff that has nothing whatsoever to do with him or her, minding other peoples' business. We have a perfect right to defend ourselves without seeing this as being fucking rats. A rat is an ugly germy little creature, and denotes a negative when we are called by that name. So ratting is ratting, and I don't rat, but god dam it, mess up my whole dam life, and you bet I am going to holler it out from the top of the ES Building, in NYC. There are some folks who live in and around ACNJ, who are so horrible and wicked and monstrous and despicable, that they should all be strung up, and slowly cut and left to bleed out over days of agony. This is just the dam truth, and in now way is it a threat that I am planning to do this or any other bad thing, as then, would I be one bit better than any one of them???????????????? You see folks, none of us can ever hope to escape from this ultimate 'hypocrisy test'. This is why the BIBLE says that we should not judge unless we want to be judged, and I know for dam sure that I am no choir boy, Bruce Pennock. Whatever you seemed to know back there in the early 1970's pal, man you hit the bail on the head, as I have done some things that I'll be sorry about big time, for the next thousand fucking years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Believe me folks, I'm in no position or condition, to judge anyone else, and all I meant about those folks, is that they are not the nicest and most adorable people that you would wish to be around. Now go ahead and multiply that by a billion. But mas to these blogs and my instructions for redoing things here with MORIANITY-3, in this new format, of recreating time where it left off, and this time, re-branch the time line as if the crap with Long Island had never been part of it. Still, what the great David Roth could not grasp up at High Point in Warren Grove, on that summer night in 1997, was that this is not some game where kids are making up things out of whole cloth and playing make believe. If I need to go on with this, my only response to you would be stuff such as, well, explain all the stuff that went down ever since. Since nobody in my time period can even begin to meet me half way about living higher than three dimensions, then all I can do is keep coming back to that point, as that is in three dimensions, 'Lois Foca', 'firelon', and we all know five hundred other things as well, it all is within three dimensions. The other night a great show about the universe was on the H-2 Channel on the Comcast TV lineup, in fort Pierce, Florida, it is on channel number 116. I really honestly want to go out and cry like a baby for a year. All these intelligent folks who cannot see past their blinders, are all saying that the math can show more than three dimensions, but that humans cannot experience this reality. No they cannot, NOT CONSCIOUSLY. This is what the under layers of the conscious mind is all about, and what DREAMS ARE. Let me wrap it all up by tying this point neatly together with the story of old horseman Bill from Cifaloglio. He told me as a boy that he had a powerful dream that he was on an airplane and it came down very hard and broke into two pieces, and it was on fire, but that he was able to get out and without suffering too much injury. He had this 'dream' over and over throughout his late teens, his twenties, his thirties, and then as he got into his early forties, they began to get less and less, and suddenly, he was in a situation where he had to get to the west coast as fast as possible, and all though he would not fly all his life out of fear from this recurring nightmare, he did fly out there, and sure enough, it happened. Unlike most people in bad auto or airline accidents, whose nightmares tend to begin after the event, his nightmares were before the event, and as soon as it happened, the nightmares ended forever. That was over thirty years ago, from when he shared this story with me, as this man was around age 75 years. In higher truth, if he was able to see things the way I do, he could have pushed the distance of this waking world event, far beyond his natural lifetime, just by reentering that nightmare, when it occurred towards the end of his sleep cycle and not early into it, and taking the airplane in his mind into the next century somewhere, and let it crash while seeing a calendar in his hand, of the year 2070. This would push those horseshoe magnets further apart in the distance of localized hyperspace between his two worlds that he was switching in and out of for so many years. This is all part of what becoming a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON is all about. I will go on to say one thing here and now about all of this. This as well as all other forms of secret magic, can be properly used, as well as improperly misused, and there are always consequences for doing things that you know deep down, are wrong. Let's end this with a quick summary of me and how that might apply on various levels. I had the opportunity to ignore many things that happened to me in other parallel universes, ''vivid dreaming experiences''. Instead, I used my knowledge of the realm of the particles, to take transdimensional sounds, and make huge changes in this waking world. This did not start in 2008, or 1997, or 1984. I have been playing with this crap since the age of eleven or so, and I knew Diana was my Lightning Goddess even then, but my conscious mind repressed the memory. All of the stuff I have done has caused me great misery. Sure, I have an excuse, but we all can find cop outs and excuses for behavior that we know isn't quite right. The entire copyright Office knows how I have altered this timeline in unspeakable ways, and there is no way it is imagined or part of some psychotic delusion. David Smith in 1970 explained that powerful thing to me about what Mizz Zenkiss said about me, and what I saw on his blackboard, after I had returned to the school, from another school, on a bicycle. These stories are all told on many previous blogs throughout the past seven years, and they are all totally the truth. We will delve further into things at a later time.

ET.