AND
NOW FOLKS, I AM GOING TO BE STARTING THE PRESENT TIME NON CUT AND
PASTED BLOGGING TRANSMISSION:
Well
again folks, another Sunday, fire alarms going off one after the
other after days without them, doors banging in and out from my dirt
bag fucking nabes across the cunt eating hallway from me ever since
the start of the afternoon, IT IS EVERY MOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY, and
hopefully my new attorney of the future is watching all of this go
down live in real cunt eating time, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is 7
minutes shy of three now this afternoon, on March seventeen, in 2013,
good old rotten SUNDAYS, and good old rotten ass fucking shitty
MARCH, JUST LIKE I SAID ALL ALONG, AND TOLD YOU, HUH, LOVELY GINA, MY
PRETTY, OR JUST MY NON-OZ ARM BREAKER OF THE 90'S!!!!!!! Well, folks,
the firetruck is here and AGAIN, has stopped abnd deactivated the
mother fucking fire alarm. Every single time there is either a loud
outside sound or a fire alarm inside the building,. It is perfectly
conjoined and commingled too perfectly not to fucking all be part of
some preplanned conspiracy to persecute me, my nabes also begin
slamming doors and making lots of their own noise. It is every time,
and has happened over and over countless times now. We all now how
mister Ed and Patty Duke, and Joe Friday, and Dreaming Jeannie's, and
banged up hup-caps and block party Scummer's all fit into this,
there's no other way to fucking explain things, with this twisted
Scylla and her great family and fiends/friends, 'whatever',
Congressman Rob Andrews. I AM used to this endless fucking
punishment, oh great dog Foods of the world, yes sir, I AM very used
to all of this, right not-son-of-SAM, the Highview freaking bloody
shoe maintenance man, YO YO YO YO????????????
Maybe
I need to post this as parts, and not as a whole, as I cannot get it
all up. Let me try something else here folks. I have it up on
Wordpress, but cannot post it to blogger.
MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00011, 3:00 AM-EDST, SATURDAY MORNING, 03/16/2013
Morianity Foundation, re-posted from 2007
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harassment for many years, from powerful 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.
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN---FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like's U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like's U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
Movement
Stage # 58
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y'all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y'all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
MOVEMENT
STAGE # 60
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I've not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud's and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not
B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes' place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION:
I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me.
Message to my friend Karen S.
I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit.
MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL:
I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality's, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation:
May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!
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This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I've not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud's and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not
B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes' place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION:
I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me.
Message to my friend Karen S.
I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit.
MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL:
I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality's, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation:
May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, March 09, 2007
Movement
Stage # 59
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment's R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90----3614, 91----3975, 92----4373, 93----4810, 94----5291, 95----5820, 96----6402, 97----7043, 98----7747, 99----8521, 2000----9374, 01----10311, 02----11342, 03----12476, 04----13724, 05----15096, 06----16606, 07----18267, 08----20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring's R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment's R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90----3614, 91----3975, 92----4373, 93----4810, 94----5291, 95----5820, 96----6402, 97----7043, 98----7747, 99----8521, 2000----9374, 01----10311, 02----11342, 03----12476, 04----13724, 05----15096, 06----16606, 07----18267, 08----20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring's R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
Friday, March 02, 2007
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE STUPID RHYMES-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
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MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00011, 3:00 AM-EDST, SATURDAY MORNING, 03/16/2013
Morianity Foundation, re-posted from 2007
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harassment for many years, from powerful 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.
Tuesday,
March 20, 2007
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN---FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like's U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
March 20, 2K7, Tuesday
Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB:
U all impress me like a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very totally sample.
Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like's U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and pure form.
Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind:
I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out, tee-hee.
MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS:
Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system, no differently than Magnesonic.
MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS:
Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160] units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN---- [10,000] spins, this comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing, produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS. People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these methods on the friggin net.
Message 2 Robert McGee:
U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken old fool.
Movement
Stage # 58
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y'all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y'all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
MOVEMENT
STAGE # 60
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I've not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud's and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not
B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes' place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION:
I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me.
Message to my friend Karen S.
I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit.
MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL:
I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality's, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation:
May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!
Bible and Foundation Blogs---------FINE’
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I've not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud's and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not
B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes' place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION:
I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me.
Message to my friend Karen S.
I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit.
MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL:
I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality's, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation:
May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, March 09, 2007
Movement
Stage # 59
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment's R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90----3614, 91----3975, 92----4373, 93----4810, 94----5291, 95----5820, 96----6402, 97----7043, 98----7747, 99----8521, 2000----9374, 01----10311, 02----11342, 03----12476, 04----13724, 05----15096, 06----16606, 07----18267, 08----20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring's R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment's R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90----3614, 91----3975, 92----4373, 93----4810, 94----5291, 95----5820, 96----6402, 97----7043, 98----7747, 99----8521, 2000----9374, 01----10311, 02----11342, 03----12476, 04----13724, 05----15096, 06----16606, 07----18267, 08----20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring's R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know
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Saturday, May 8, 2010
chapter 2 (HELP ME JOHN JUDY)
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION MY INTERACTION WITH
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL HERE IN FLORIDA Chapter #2, World
Labs-SBT-DATFILE: 050810.555.5555555555555555555555
Beginning Transmission: I am here at the library, having the
most incredible mother fucking major computer HACK ATTACK,
ever, in my entire 4+ year fucking blogging career. This is
the 3rd time I have had 2 start over again, with a brand new
blog on a different machine. This day is SUPER FUCKING
BOTBAR. All days R super fucking BOTBAR here in FLORIDA, I
knew I should have made my strategic fucking exit on the 2nd
of May, and not remained here 4 this month, a very bad move
there, BRO-GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“BAD-MOVE-BRO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all what
happened. Obviously when I last posted up 2 the internet
blogging sites, yesterday, one of these sites did not do a
proper job of preventing hacking-worms 2B sent directly into
my floppy disc that caused this mother fucking trouble.
There is no stopping THEM, NEVER. The fucking diseased and
desperately vile and wicked power monger kings known as the
{MILLIONTH-COUNCIL} that is!!!!!!!! Even Pope Benedict XVI
tried 2 combat these monsters from the SHADOW-CULT. He and
the entire Vatican tried 2C what was behind THAT-FAMILY. A
child can C this all happened, not only because of the local
church that HE visited right behind the MARHOUSE at 65
Middle Road in Guatamayanville (Hammonton, New Jersey), back
in the year of 4-BJWSC, (Before “mini-great” Jewelly
White’s SECOND CALENDAR, but also because of the recent
troubles that McGuire cunningly and very cleverly, got the
poor guy into; and this is a secret that damn may get me
eliminated TODAY, 4 telling the internet world about. HE,
HIS Eminence, was taking this family seriously, and was
DEALT WTH, by an even higher power than what and who HE
thinks he is working 4, that being the powerful deadly
dangerous evil MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, actually the one third of
them that control an Astral Plane area-interaction, known by
few living breathing mortals such as myself, as the
BRIGGBASE, and the residents thereon, the LAMBRIGGER CULT OF
THE ASTRAL PLANE, or the (SPIRIT WORLD). I will try and
reconstruct now, the short other intro’s from blogs that
got totally FUCKING WIPED OUT, as THEY knew what I jurist
said, was all indeed, gonna get said, and posted up onto the
fucking internet, TODAY!!!!!!!! There is no freedom in this
evil world, or in this evil empire. They proved their evil
empire is indeed evil many years ago, right in our public
school system. All real and true ‘believers’ in things
beyond what 5 tiny senses perceive know this fact. We no
longer salute our flag with the once great words of, “one
nation (UNDER GOD), indivisible, and so forth. Take THAT
out, take school recognition of the all mighty Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Krassle out, and what has happened 2 society in
instantaneous paralleling event?, but school violence, drug
abuse in school increasing 100 fold, and on and on we could
fucking go lads and lassies. My blogs that all got wiped out
when I began at point-555 millidays today originally, and
had 2 keep switching machines, and eventually, asking the
librarian 4 a BRAND NEW floppy disc once realizing the hack
was on the old one, and that this was indeed the KEY 2 the
problem, thank U4 your great wonderful wisdom, oh wise one,
MELANIE!!!!!!! I got here 2 the library, and B4I told this,
I said how the neighbors had been told not 2 park on my
property, and immediately following this, my air
conditioning system has broken. The negative energy seems 2
always traverse and endlessly move from situation and
problem into a new situation and problem, U can escape the
individual problems, but never the true source if the
energies that R causing these problems 2B so horrible in the
first mother fucking place. The Assistant 2 Congressman
Robert Andrews during the summer time of 1998, who had
become a personal friend of mine as well at the time 4 about
a year or 2, from middle 1997 through middle 1999, named
CLARENCE HARRIS, recognized this well, and on a very
personal level. It seems that this was because he also had
personally experienced things in his life that made him
absolutely aware and cognizant of these facts as true and
inescapable. This is all on distant prior blog texts from
years ago in the middle first decade of this of this
horrific 21st fucking century. This man was also a natural
soul-traveler, as the ECKISTS religious followers label
this, and yet he also was very down 2 Earth, a homeowner, a
family man, and a veteran from the United States Marine
Corps. He said that moving in a residence only stops the
exact bad situation that UR hoping so much 2 escape from,
but then a brand new one is always seemingly right there 2
almost instantly greet U at the next location that U move
into. HE KNEW a powerful truth that some TARGETED PEEPS DO
INDEED FACE THEIR ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING LIVES, with no let
up or mercy, from the wicked vile third of the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, known as the LAMBRIGGER CULTY OF THE
ASTRAL PLANE, and run by the MCGUIRE/CALLIO/KING/LEVY/TILLEY
clan of THAT FAMILY, and other names not 2 wise 2 blog
herein right now while I am this attacked and weak and
beaten the fuck down like an abused fucking dog. I know many
dogs that live far better than I do, and peeps like me, that
simply put, is another PROOF, that there is no LOVING FATHER
BIBLE GOD. That, and things like Hitler and what he did and
got away with, and on and on we can go, only we fucking
won’t, not now today, lads and lassies. Any shrink that
legitimately received a doctorate degree in psychology and
or psychiatry, who ever read every word of the CHRISTIAN
BIBLE NEW TESTIMENT, almost any translated version, can
diagnose this teenage girl with half a dozen major
conditions. In humans, patients like this would B locked
away in safe rooms where they would not B a danger 2
themselves or 2 anyone else. Now imagine this patient
Earthling, having unlimited power on top of this. Do not
take my word 4 these things peeps, watch movies and
narrations of things 4 example like, “CHARIOTS OF THE
GODS”, stay vigilant and alert and awake, lest someday UB
in my position and wish only 2 endlessly curse out your own
mother 4 boring your damn ass, Admiral
Kirk-whales!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another major thing U need 2
hear today peeps, Pope, Morians, and all others in the cause
of destroying evil and empires of them, is that just as with
the movie from last year, 2009, called “17-Again”, the
movie from 1991, called, and I do not know how 2 spell it so
I will spell it the way it is pronounced, as spell-checker
is worthless these days on so many things, RICK-O-SHAY, with
the big dude who played in the Christmas show around the
same time or a tad bit earlier in the ending of the
nineteen-eighties, playing the President of the
song-stealer’s toy company or BG-Toys, and later moving
onto play in the show, “3rd rock from the sun”, there is
a line in this show, one huge line, not ever meant 4 poor
picked on MOUNTAINPEN 2 hear and learn about, and this is
also Y “they” broke my AC unit when I tried watching
this, a 2nd time. The first try at it, a knock at the door
interrupted me, and I had 2 check out something personal. I
can believe one interruption, but not 2, and I knew I had 2
at all costs, finish viewing this mother fucking movie, and
I did, broken air conditioning and all. We will get 2 this
‘line’, and later on, the entire movie in more detail,
on other upcoming blogging texts. BUT 4 RIGHT NOW, THIS
POARALLEL HERE IN THIS WONDERFUL MOVIE, IS WHAT MCGUIRE AND
THAT FAMILY AND ITS UNFATHOMABLE POWERS, DID 2 OUR GREAT AND
WONDERFUL POPE, C the freaking pucking movie peeps, at ALL
COSTS, C the damn ass movie, the hell the cosmos is
communicating with this non-curly great fish, Leonard Nemoy
of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then my MORIANS need 2 really learn
how evil these powerful capitalists really R, by getting the
marvelous NOVA documentary hour show from 2006, all about
many things, one of them, the chemtrails and contrails, and
how all I said on all of my blogs is not only true but a
dangerous under rated and totally under exaggerated
situation. It is called, “DIMIMG THE SUN”, it is a total
absolute 100% MUST FREAKING C PEEPS!!!!!!! It seems the
movie shelves in this very library, is all part of the
shouting screaming cosmos, THE HELL I AM COMMUNICATING,
SPOCK, just not with Humpback Whales, or with Vulcan mind
melds from the REAL-GOOG YEAR of 1986, only it was not,
girls and curls and Houston Humor all not withstanding here
Superfreakingman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The reason I am being
literally fucking massacred and pummeled so badly right now
is so simple that a blind retarded child can C it with his
or her self busy choking on Mama Cass’ ham sandwich, what
a laugh, again, the fakes and lies, and phony told history
stories, yuk-yuk-and fuck!!!!!!!! ‘THEY’ R ON THE POWER
PLAY, ‘THEY’ R ON THE OFFENSIVE, THEIR FILTHY FLYERS R
FUCKING KICKING ASS GAME AFTER GAME, AND HAVE THE
CHAMPIONSHIP OF 2010 ALL READY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BAG.
ALSO, THEY HAVE MY MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE SYSTEM SO TOTALLY
HACKED UP, ALONG WITH ALL EARTHLY COMPUTERS THAT I ATTEMPT 2
CONNECT INTO AS WELL, U COULD FREAKING MEASURE IT IN
TERRA-HELLS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO ARE (THEY)? Who
do U freaking PUCKING SNYDER THINK-STINK????? THEY R THE
MIGHTY AND TOTALLY DISEASED
M-I-L-L-I-O-N-T-H—C-O-U-N-C-I-L!!!! That is who, or the
one third evil-part, the fucking miserable wicked vile
BRIGGERS!!!!!!! If even the POPE is no match 4 these
washcloth lung cutter outers, who the fuck am I, from 1969
and 1970, but peeps, there is so much more, speaking of
mother-fucking movies and shows, and the one I just
mentioned a while back on this blog by the name of “CHARIOTS
OF THE GODS”. We all know what happened in the miserable
late nineteen-sixties with me and THAT-FAMILY; so let us
stop beating around the bush about it. Paula King and really
just one of many human world ‘sleep-walker-think I’m
awakwers’ of her full true total doppelganger higher self
in the spirit realms as the mighty First Lieutenant Viqueen,
MINI-GREAT JEWELLY NUWHITEKEY, listed OFFICIALLY on the
GREAT-CITY REGISTRY, matching her CITY-PASS access card,
letting her come and go in and out of the purgatories beyond
and onto many other planes of existence as well, 2 play her
games, along with her leader-now-daughter, SSJK. Her lover,
who I knew in my Earthly dream from middle November of 1985
through early March of 2002, who dreamed down on this
physical realm that he was David Charles Roth, along with
other peeps who managed 2 magically swing events around so
that things all ready preset 2 occur would then actually
fall into the space-time place where they needed 2 slide
into, all happened and all became a large part of my human
dreaming ‘reality’. Still, none of these people, none of
these events, NONE OF ANY OF THIS, is really real; in so
much as it is independently happening with meaning and
significance unto its own true self. This would make the
phony misperception of some limited free will of all of us,
a potential possibility, and it is not. The same matter is
passing through the same space, over and over again, and
there is not one thing we can do 2 change any of it. Only
the gods so 2 speak have the marvelous ability 2 live
through this, as us, and mix it all up in various differing
combinations. Our misperceptions caused by our human
consciousness and psyche, simply will never allow us 2
really ever B real. We can think and believe and insist that
this that I tell U is all bull shit, and that UR real, and
my blogs R all nuts and crazy. My response is that U have
the right 2 do this, or think this, or both, or whatever,
just as U have the right 2 believe that U have a billion
bucks in the bank and a harem of whores at your beck and
call waiting at home 4U, when in truth, UR sick and dying
and broke in some ward in some hospital, and everything is
miserable and UR in pain, and suffering greatly. I laugh at
this metaphysics on the level peeps think of it in 2010, I
laugh at that silly SECRET, from 5 years or so ago, I know
better, I know the truth, I know enough truth that even the
great POPE was interested enough 2 start checking it all out
a while back after MC did her 2 late retaliation 4 my “Real
Good Girl” song. What it is time now 4U2 do MC, is know
the truth on an awake level. Energy is moving through all of
this, and THEY R feeling the real pains and joys, we only
think that we R, we’re all sort of like mirrors and
reflectors, U have seemingly forgotten parts of your own
games and your own rules, and Jewelly has as well.
Otherwise, RGG would never have hurt your feelings; it never
was meant 2 MI. This is all a huge illusion. I am
disappointed that U do not as of yet realize that on a
conscious level. Let me show U, and all else out here, that
I know more than U think I do. Donna and her hair, no I am
not talking about her phony wig from the old days, I mean
the show on Broadway. Try putting that short hair wig from
that SHOP of your SSJK, or have Misses Explorarolatron from
1969 order U a good one, and roll up that real long
voluminous hair of yours up underneath it. Now re-watch the
CHARIOTS OF THE GODS, and CY the great frightened board of
directors of Nabisco Crackers removed the mighty
Sarah-Stacey from those commercials with my fave crackers,
the Wheat-Thins. Blows your mind, huh? Remember that STACEY
is a special name like SANDY, JERRY, here is a mom and daut
team that is a perfect example of my point, and that fit
into all of this along with Germany’s President back then
in the middle 20th century, along with Iran’s Shaw. Forget
the peace and love and happiness and drugs, Donna. The magic
is in the TRINITRAIL. Y does the sun glow out a trinitrail
ray when U put it onto a camera or C it on TV. Is it
planning on picking up 6 different telephones great
SKY??????? Each line is a day, and we all love 2 relax and
sit back on the 7th, so this is Y no 7th line can ever exist
on a real TRINITRAIL. Still, as 4 factories and stacks and
keeping back the beams from the moonlight, and all of the
1986 music projects and compensating 4 power and capitalism
by cooling down the heat factor, all this was planned, and
not by the big (K), in any form. Paula, U will never escape
me, UR my VIQUEEN, UR not going anywhere, and U will have 2
kill me 2 get rid of me. Thank U4 coming 2 me and stealing
my chain with the long hair and not the short hair. But if U
had come 2 me with the short hair, then would love still B4
carpenters? That is the secret that only your mighty
daughter has the answers 2, or as Mel would say, and not the
treasure hunter WHO DID, destroy my parents and my damn
family, DAWN MARIE KING, but the other Mel, the one with the
answers, when she gets the mighty key, huh Mister
Dworkin????????????????? Hay, is the D workin’? Here is a
strange D that is not working? I have not seen my flocks of
DEEDEE buzzards 4 moths now, what is going on Sarah-Stacey,
U lovely giant teenaged pipe runner U. Don’t die Copyright
Office, this story is only starting, and Karen Love knows
this only 2 darn well. Governor, I’m back all right, and I
am HERE, and I am not leaving, so get ready 4 the hugest
mightiest natural disaster in the history of this planet, as
it is right around the corner. They cannot block the beams
from the moon, or the planes, or the curly haired daughters
from me forever, peeps, U ALL KNOW THE SCORE UNLESS U HAVE
BEEN HIDING IN CAVES every time that any small portions of
brains R passed out. END TRANSMISSION, SOMEBODY IS GONNA B
REAL SORRY, REAL/E SOON!!
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THIS
IS A VOLUNTARILY SWORN OATH OF ABSOLUTE
TRUTHS,
WITHOUT OMISSIONS OR ADDITIONS TO THAT TRUTH; AS BEST AS IT
IS KNOWN TO ME ON THIS DATE AS REFLECTED ABOVE, SO HELP ME
FLAG OF THE USA, AND UNDER MY GREAT GODDESS SARAH-STACEY
KRASSLE.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
I
have powerful stuff to talk about. Also, I am under a heavy
aerial assault today with one of the WOMO-MILITUFORCE
famously used tools of their great carpentry kit of pure evil
from the Astral Plane, the mighty PAWM-PIE-ETTOS.
The day is super BOTBAR, and a lot of heavy amounts of young
goddess type of girls, are all over the place. I was out
getting my prescriptions at the Walgreen’s Pharmacy, and
spending my final three and a half dollars, until the 3rd,
and what would have been my mother’s 93rd
birthday, good old frikkin September the third. My Dad was
one week later on September the tenth, and my mother used to
love to say how she robbed the cradle. I am not touching this
one ladies and gentlemen. Somebody contacts, in my opinion,
all poster’s of anything chemtrail-related, and sends them
about four and half billion websites to check out, showing
all of us the error of our ways. He even mentions how Joanie
Mitchel sings a famous song of hers, about them, from 1967.
They are all through the HAIR movie, done in 1979, on the
remake of the original hit New York Broadway theatrical
original performance in 1968, ‘HAIR’. I also had
Donna Summer’s wild version of this, done as a
teenager, long before she ever did anything else. Now it
belongs to the FBI, via the basement of Agent Steve Caruso,
of Austin, Texas. No SPELL CHECKER, if Ms Mitchel wants to
spell her name ‘Joanie’, that is entirely her business,
but hopefully she’ll have enough good common sense back in
time, to stay away from some real lovely folks that her
friends like Dusty, Carlie, and poor paranoid, yeah right,
Janis; did not all stay away from; down in wonderful sweet,
and totally mobbed-up ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Carlie falls victim to the
error’d ways of the Micro-Sucks spell-checker computer
system also, WEEEEEEEEE, new Bank Trucks, and fuck you too
again, as if I want to fucking say ERROR’D, then that is
what I’ll say. You don’t own me or my life, you silly ass
fucking computer program, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, watch
out for FIRE MCGUIRE. He loves to also destroy
people’s personal property, and tries to kill pets, wreck
automobiles, and even though my credibility is total zero; my
kid does pull a lot of weight, only she does not believe the
GREAT PRINCE, nor me, on the jet issue; or even what
happened a long time ago. Unfortunately, I cannot randomly
select what I choose to uncover, discover; and come to learn
as fact. I disagreed with my mom on this, and never
thought that I would disagree with her granddaughter. Oh well
Mayor Levy, who can know the future? Yeah right, to that one
as well, huh your back-pain honor? No one talks about the
OJ TRIAL, and CNN VIDEO, that day, where some MILITUFORCE
CRAFT, WARPED out of our orbit; as it is all there, and
it really happened. Yes, I had the tape. Now guess who has
this tape. Either the KING’s, or the FIBBIES.
Do
I know why the CHEMTRAIL ATTACK IS SO BAD TODAY?
You can bet your ass that I do, Annie Costner, bodyguard of
the Iowa cornfields. I HAD AN EXTREMELY INCREDIBLE
EXPLORATRONIC INTERACTION right before awakening at
half past ten this morning, another one, what is this half
past ten shit all about, I am left to begin pondering on
quite philosophically, and perhaps even criminally? This also
rings lots of head bells, as things tend to repeat in
numbers, and in events; and on and on I could go on this very
wild topic. Ten-thirty was choke time, on the evening of
June 4th in 1983, where that all began,
along with Sabrina Collins, from the ‘REAL DARK
SHADOWS SHOW’, back when talent was real, and not
all synthesized and copied; and who am I to talk in this
great pot and kettle situation, as many I’m quite sure are
asking right about frikkin now? There also was another half
past ten, also at night, on a Saturday, more than twenty-six
years ago. I was with the loveliest girl I ever met, and
ended up never knowing what forces had brought us together
intentionally; and nearly had a fate of my own waiting for
me, called Rikers Island Jail. For non, New Yorkers, there
are many other things on this island, it is not just a jail,
just in case anyone is remotely interested. There is
something for me, about ten thirty, usually at night, but it
can be morning as well, so it seems. In any event, I will
tell the wild exploratronic interaction or as you
might call it, wild vivid DREAM, to you on this
blog, but before we do get into it, I want to discuss a few
things that will lead up just ever so nicely, into all of it.
The person leaving me a lifetime of information to check out
regarding the CHEMTRAIL subject, needs me to say a few
things here. For once, I did successfully reply to your
message. Yours was the only one that worked. When I tried PP,
I got all kinds of screens as he is a member of the
AOL-INTERNET, and hard as I tried, I could not get
back to him, SAR knows I tried. I tried replying to my new
friend ADS, and also failed, in fact his entire comment on
the WORDPRESS to me, vanished, poof, and that was
that, fortunately for me, I copied down the frikkin e-mail
address that he has, so I will at least be able to
communicate, once someone ever helps me. Things for me are
not like Mister Knowso can ever imagine, because he is
not me, just as I am not him. He does not think that I know
the history of chemtrails. Most folks until this very
year, do not think these things existed before the nineties,
and I of course know that this is a lot of crap. Not only
were both contrails and chemtrails around before the
nineties, and before my problem with them began, in either
the end of November, or the start of December, in the year of
1987; but in fact; they do show up on many Hollywood movies,
HAIR from 1979 being one of them, and in the song done by JM
in the middle late nineteen-sixties, she is indeed driving
through the Western deserts of the United States, and sees
her share of the very same grid pattern thickening cloud
dissipating stuff, that is shown on the remake of the
Broadway Play HAIR, and before JM sang her song of
bedazzlement while doing some desert driving, there is
history far beyond this. I have in my possession, both a
contrail and a chemtrail, during the CIVIL WAR, Miss
KNOWSO JESSICA GRANT, a descendant of our great
General and later to follow US President, YO. This is because
the same things that have caused the ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’
(MY) INTRO situation, and the trip from September 30th
in 2008, up to October 31st in that same year,
only a 31 day time travel, but time travel nonetheless folks,
and the 6-9 rooms in a home I never saw ever, and had no
reason to ever see it, owned by Judge Frank Raso of
Hammonton, New Jersey; being shown to me by the greatest
female recording artist on this planet, Mariah Carey; and the
list goes on with literally hundreds of personal real actual
time travel stunts, that somehow are all involved in my life;
are not something that the mighty KNOWSO Patrick Jane
of the MENTALIST television show, or anyone else
sharing the view that there totally is no way that anything
beyond the natural order physical-plane can exist; is a total
fool. What throws off the belief or disbelief, and also
causes age old disputes and down right nasty arguments, is
something called TRANSDIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE.
This is not understood except for, and by, a handful of top
physicists. It explains why I can go back in time ten minutes
and shoot myself dead, and it has nothing to do with all the
so many other rationalizations made so far, even by the
greatest minds of the scientific community. Time travel, no
matter how it is done, even the so-called trips to the future
in fast space ships; is not what people think at all. You
would have to see the reality in pictures. Words will never
do it justice. If you take the video of a car moving down a
street, and this lasts from one o’clock, until one minute
past, and you slow it down, and watch it; this car becomes
many cars, and many time-realities; and all that is happening
in or out of so-called normal or extra-normal travel
throughout that minute, is an energy of mind, transferring
from instants to instants, in a very very miniscule kind of a
time fraction. As this MIND-ENERGY is moving by way of its
very nature of its own existence as a sent signal from the
sixth dimension, down into all of the 5th
dimensional lower hyperspace parallel universes, a lot of
things are happening, that 21st century science is
only starting to wrap their frikkin heads around at the top
think tank and physics lab level. In the early 22 hundreds,
the accepted reality of ‘SPACE-TIME-MIND’ becomes
understood, and this alters life on ‘Planet Earth’
beyond a million times that of the wheel, or fire, or even
prostitution; if I can be allowed a little lightening of the
load here, with some attempted humor, good peeps. We can get
back to all of this and more, at later times. For now, the
chemtrail topic is indeed complex, and it has nothing
to do with any one thing, and anyone who believes that
something so big as this, can really be such a mono-topic, is
kidding themselves. Without these chemtrails, it is difficult
to use ‘STM’ as efficiently, so they are placed all over
everywhere, and until the nineties came in, folks were
literally in their own zones a lot more, but they were all
over the place, just less in the eighties, and less still
before the eighties, but they WERE THERE; and I do
know the history of them, and need not be reminded of this by
any so-called all-knowing folks. This is all very personal
for me, and I don’t expect to be believed on face value
when I make that claim, as why should a nobody be? I get it,
I am not a frikkin moron. Now I want to talk to my new pal
ADS, as the next paragraph starts; and this will then work to
automatically dovetail into the powerful ‘DREAM’
from early this morning before my awakening to start
this BOTBAR last day of the month, and many of my followers,
know about MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE and using it against me
by the evil vicious WOMO since 1986, just as they also use
ICPE/PARALELL EVENT, ALL BRINGING ME TO ENDLESSLY
SUFFER WITH THIS EVIL TRILOGY OF THE PHILLIES, FLYERS,
DOW JONES DEAL!!!!!!!!
Since
I am no good with computers, I lost your comment, and you can
re-ask me and I will answer, but for now; I hope you read,
and are trying using, the great mystical powerful FASCITAR
TOOL, that I explained to you, and the rest of Morianity,
and not for the first time, on a near recent blogging text.
The Fascitar can take you into a connection with the
sixth dimension, placing your energetic awareness
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE, where you can simply create an
interaction, and by merely thinking anything, it is just all
around you, as you are merged instantly into what you are
thinking, and the illusion of a space and a time dimension
are created right along with you as you do this. This is the
total opposite of waking world life, where first we appear to
totally need space and time, in order to then make an
interaction, or even have a body that powers a brain, that is
able to generate ‘THOUGHT’. This is why the PHYSICAL and
the ASTRAL are planes that will never be able to be merged.
They are as far away from each other as anything can
theoretically ever be, but not in time, and not in distance,
but in TRUTH. I do not say that because of this, that truth
is a dimension, however it almost is. The zero dimensional
void infinity IS TRUTH, and that truth is a LACK OF
ALL DIMENSION. How can anything really be real?
How can things be created when there is just void, nothing?
They CANNOT BE. However, we can, and do, learn to
successfully DREAM OUT AND AWAY FROM THAT VOID LACK OF
DIMENSIONAL TRUTH, and onto the lower ASTRAL PLANE, where
from there, we further DREAM DOWN into physical
material waking worlds, or the fifth dimensional hyperspace,
that contains virtually endless and countless ’4-D’
parallel-universes, such as the one right here, where I am
typing this message, and you are reading it. Well, we believe
we are, when in TRUTH, we are always simply EXISTING
at the void, or ZERO-D, and dreaming out and away from that,
and into all of this,as nothing of this is real,
but it is one hell of an illusion, or a DREAM.
Here
is what I was interacting with in my thoughts, that were
seemingly more real than any day or night in so-called waking
life, that I can remember. To begin, I found myself on
Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City; and for a brief moment,
the same dream or whatever, that I was interacting in back on
the morning of the 7thof December of
1996; where the great Mary Tyler Moore was wearing her
famous green dress and standing on a non existing balcony at
the Trinidad Hotel, facing the street, as no balcony ever
faced the street, only the pool and then the street or just
the pool, but here in this experience, there were rooms
facing the King Parking Lot and McGuire’s
Hotel and Erin Bar, and balconies; and I had not yet met
McGuire, nor had I even spoken with Misses Estelle Bassler.
That all came some time in February and March of the
following year of 1997, the year my mom fell savagely
victim to almost a voo-doo curse type of unknown outlandish
medical condition. We can get into that a lot more, at other
future times, and blogs. The scene quickly turned to where I
was up on the boardwalk at the Frailenger Salt Water Taffy
Store, where in waking life, I spent many many times inside
of, throughout my younger life. Suddenly, the GREAT
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE was just standing there, and
we began talking as though the two of us had normal routine
conversations there, every single day. I even remember
thinking of my life, and not realizing I was ‘dreaming’,
and thinking to myself, while we were talking; “Why does
this feel so normal and every-day usual to me, just thinking
nothing of talking to, and being with, the most beautiful
giant teenager in the multiverse, like it’s nothing? Then
we walked down to HER lovely shop where she told me to
run up and down the street calling her name, and so I
did this. Suddenly she and I were eleven years old, and it
was the summer of 1966. I was wondering why my left wrist
hurt me, and was all bandaged up. I then remembered that it
was about six weeks earlier, when Bruce Walter, in Westmont,
New Jersey, had chased me inside of my apartment, at
125-A, Haddon Hills; with a hellish tasting concoction; that
he had made in my mom’s kitchen, and was going to force me
to drink, because I would not stop cursing so badly.
Sarah then walked with me to her upstairs area above the
great shop, that Misses Bassler kept insisting was not where
I know it was back in time, when I would speak to her often
from my Somerdale home throughout most of 1997, after
learning she no longer lived after 1974, at 30 South Plaza
Place, in South Atlantic City, New Jersey; but instead
had moved down to Northern Florida, to Ormond Beach; a
place I would come to visit a dozen years in the future, on
my drive down from Cifaloglio to Fort Pierce,
in December of 2009. The minute I saw the area, I
remembered it from countless recurring and repeating very
vivid dreams, but this is just an added foot note, and we
need now to go back to the point that is discussing this wild
vivid dream of just this very morning. I swear this all
happened in this powerful dream, so if anyone does not want
to hear some powerful truth, maybe now is a good time to move
over and read the blogs of Martha P. Hallaway, and Her Rare
French Gold and Silver Coins Collection, or perhaps you might
try the blogs of Donnie D. Dillinger, and his Life as a
Florida Keys Painter; but if you remain here, you will hear
some stuff, and what you hear may shock you a little. Hay,
maybe you’ll just yawn and say, there goes Mountainpen, as
usual, honey; pass me another biscuit, and another cup of
tea; and definitely one for my pal, Patrick Jane, the
disbeliever. But before I march things right along here, I
owe some peeps an apology for my stupidity, and I will admit
that when I am wrong and I get all spaced out over something,
that indeed, I was; and will gladly say how very sorry I am,
for being a dick head. Please accept my frikkin apology. I
came to learn just this very day, and hour, that nobody
hacked into my YOUTUBE ACCOUNT. This is just a random
tool button that pops up on videos here and there, so people
can make them better by improving the lighting or color, and
what have you; as most things on the ‘YT’ are
photographs, and moving images; where this would all pertain
to. I am sorry for going off and getting pissed over nothing.
What a dork I am, DUH!!!!!!! Just now, I’m back from a two
hour break. I ate dinner, and saw the local and world news.
It seems that Texas had a little rumble all its own
yesterday, a small quake. If you don’t want too many nasty
aftershocks, please back off this persecution, thank you,
dick head twat chewers. Now back to my pal, and my continuing
message to ADS. It is now 835 millidays, today, the 30th
and final day of September. The fourth quarter of 2012 is
just a tad bit more than four hours away. As I said, I will
try and tell my pal, if he is listening, on the BLOGGER site,
as I don’t regularly post on any other site now, as this
one brings the most accurate re-creation of my word document
to the viewer. If this blog is appearing on any non
blogger-dot-com website, and you are not reading it clearly,
or the printed text appears to be crushed together, then
revisit me where each post is put up in clear and ordered
sequence, by clicking this following web-address:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
and you will be able to see things much better, maybe not my
message, but at least the printed words that make it up. Now,
I will try answering what question I think you asked me, in
fact, I think you already read my other message, and it may
have inadvertently caused me to remember an Astral Plane
experience, as remember good friend, they are not existing in
a time continuum there, and we are here; so when you think
that you are remembering any altered state of conscious
thoughts and events, it has no time order referenced to you
at the moment that you are remembering it. When you wake up
and say, wow, what a dream, you did not just have a dream,
nor are you just now remembering this. All things exist in
void, later being dreamed down into the Astrality of
existence, a starry and lighter realm. Then later, we dream
down further into all of these ‘human dreams of caporial
tangible material life’ that we call real or physical,
totally in error, as reversing the truth just about always
will equal or become a large majority of it. We see the Earth
or any world we would be on as a flat surface. We see the sun
going around us by rising in the east and setting in the
west. It seems that it is quite normal that most things
whether it be intentional or accidental, are all tricking our
senses through some kind of reversal mechanism. If you could
reverse the so-called smart money moves, all of them, on the
stock market; and be wealthy enough to ride out the temporary
swings against your positions; you would always win, and make
the biggest money. Everyone in a majority, guesses wrong.
Reversing the majority concept is always going to contain
more of the truth and accuracy of any item that’s possible.
Now, I believe that you wanted to know if a shared dreaming
experience in the hyperspace, or down here in these parallel
universes of waking world physicality; would effect, or be
able to effect the Astral. The answer is always
NO.
All things are first real and true in the void. Then in the
Phase-2, they are always most real and ahead of anything
dreamed down from there onto 3rd lower planes or realms, such
as waking world 5th
dimensional hyperspace. All that can happen in a reverse
direction, is exactly what I think just happened, only I have
yet to tell it; that is, my powerful full EXPLORATRONIC
INTERACTION OF THIS MORNING,
with SSJKK, the All
Mighty Goddess.
I believe that because you and I have made contact on this
computer, my friend ADS, this has happened. Still, until I
totally know you, and we talk on e-mail, which will be coming
to pass if indeed one of two possible things is the reality
of this situation; as since I cannot undo the accidental
erasure of your comment while attempting to reply to it, only
the date would help me in making up my mind or ruling one
thing out, as if it is back this spring, and only because of
coinciding initials to something, it would make one huge
thing a possibility and in the quanta waves, only finding out
that you are not the person I think this could be or have
been actually, then we will eliminate one thing, and as the
Quantum Physicists say so well, the half alive and half dead
cat will be caught, and no longer in the state of quantum
flux.
Either way, reality is reality. If you are still with me,
alive, and reading this, and were thinking about the message
that I just printed a couple days ago for you, then either
way would explain what I used to call, the RPLDD,
that we need not really fully examine right now. We will
speak at more lengths about all this on future blogs, and I
want to see if you have an active e-mail account. A lot of
peeps tend to simply vanish out of existence, when they
communicate with me; one way or the other. The main thing is
not
to fear these Shadows from hell,
as their food and sustenance IS
OUR FEAR.
If we starve these monsters, they weaken, and even go away in
time. If we feed them with our fear and give them glory, even
as biblically spoken in scripture teachings and principles,
especially in the religion and faith called, Christianity;
then THEY
TAKE HOLD
and then THEY
GAIN VICTORY OVER US,
and only then, my friend. Now, since this still pertains to
ADS, let me tell the rest of this powerful “DREAM” that
woke me at 10:30 this morning with quite a bouncing
bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told how SHE told me to
run up and down the street calling HER name, and how we ended
up in the upstairs area above the Tennessee Avenue shop. SHE
wanted me to open up the middle dresser drawer of a three
drawer dresser, and I did, the very same one I had for many
years and kept my own clothes in as a youth and even as an
adult, and did not lose this piece of furniture until
early-middle 1994, when I moved into the Highview Apartments,
in Williamstown, New Jersey on April the first in 1994. When
I opened this up, a large motorcycle chain was not inside
this drawer, as I had totally expected it to be. Then SSJKK
turned to me, as the eleven year old SARAH, who I knew from
the middle sixties, and told me that SHE wanted the chain to
be there, that I had it up in the future, and SHE went onto
remind me of my two organizational ‘mentor big brothers’
that I had had, Fredrick Hinger from the Philharmonic, and
later, John Henningsen from the Campbell’s Soup Company.
She told me that John, the second BIG BROTHER, would be
giving me this chain, and that I needed to keep my strongbox
unlocked on an exact date, when December of 1969 rolls
around. I have no memory of any of this in my so-called real
or waking (life). I only remember the chain being in this
strongbox, and then always locking it, as it also contained
something that was not for my mother’s eyes, or any other
nosy person who just might be poking around while I was not
home at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and was off at school.
All I remember in waking life is the powerful
DREAM where SARAH took the
chain away on a beach, and then placed it into her middle
dresser drawer, above HER shop, in that upstairs area. SHE
seems to have some kind of affinity with “UPPER
ROOMS”,
and then remember, MISTER KNOWSO know-it-all, that the very
next day, was the day that I got onto the school bus to go to
school, and suddenly, there was a gigantic three criss
crossed perfectly
angled CHEMTRAIL,
that spread out all over the skies above Camden County, New
Jersey, that early winter and early
December day morning, back in 1969.
This was not some ride through the desert, nor was this some,
DREAM,
as others refer to things in reverse. Still, and trying to
stick to the point here, in the experience that I seemingly
had this morning, by my reference to waking world time
illusion, here is what frikkin played out, my pal, or well,
until the cat is out of quantum flux, this is a non touchable
subject, who knows? I suddenly remember a lot of haze, and
trying to focus my eyes, that worked just fine until this
haze just came suddenly bursting out of nowhere; and onto
this ‘dream-scene’. I found myself taking the chain in
1969, and bringing it to SSJKK, now back in HER true form as
the six foot seven inch goddess from SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
HER great city, that in some ways mirror images Atlantic
City, as though Atlantic City is some shrunken down
incredibly miniaturized version of the ‘real’ thing.
SSJKK smiled at me and placed it into her middle drawer, and
told me that SHE will sing my favorite song to me now,
called, “Love Is For Carpenters”. I fell dead asleep in
my own ‘dream’ right in HER arms. The next thing I knew,
I was putting on the best clothes that I had, a nice suit
that was given to me through the AARP Program and the man
Trevor Watkins, who was my overseer there, and who had some
kind of connections with the local area Salvation Army Store.
I put on these really nice clothes, and drove in my car to an
area like I never saw in my life. It was half inside and half
outside, of something. It was, and it wasn’t, all at the
same time. Even for me, like wow, this was totally off the
wall frikkin’ weird. Then, I sat down on some bleachers,
about midway up on them, at the left end of them, when they
are facing me head on. There were no other bleachers, yet
they were on the left side of something, of what I just
cannot pull up. Suddenly a limo drove up, and Mariah Carey,
the great recording artist; got out with a man, some white
dude about thirty to forty, with average build and height,
medium length hair for the styles of men today, brownish
color, that was slightly balding; and was dressed
immaculately, as was MC. She was wearing the huge motorcycle
chain around her neck in a triple loop, and she sounded more
like a house pet than a person when she walked over towards
me, as a result. We talked, and it was as though we had met
here and talked on many occasions. I remember thinking, why
is this so normal to be with the greatest singer on the
planet, as though this happened all the time? Then she asked
me if I wanted to hear “the song”. I said of course I
did, not knowing what was going on. Then she sang it to me,
with her beyond beautiful voice. It was not a tune I
recognized from anywhere in this world at any time, not even
remotely. When this was done, she took off the chain and
asked me if I wanted to wear it for a while. I was scared,
and told her that SHE is the All Mighty Goddess, and that I
had no business to ever wear HER great chain. She laughed
softly, and told me that this chain is a lot more than I have
come to yet figure out. Then she touched it, and instantly it
became a smaller more normal sized chain made of beautiful
topaz and diamonds, huge rocks an inch thick that had weird
shapes, and were all connected by this solid silver but now,
quite thin chain. I noticed a medallion on it at the bottom,
and on it read ‘I AM 231′. Then the next thing I knew, I
was awake back here in this very room, and it was about 10:30
AM, give or take a minute or two. I have not had this
powerful an interaction with the All Mighty Goddess, in I do
not remember how long, 2008 sometime or there about. This was
the time they all began, and just kept coming, up through the
Shop
Rite purple highlights in the hair dream
that is on my blogs. Anyway, for now this is enough about
this powerful ‘DREAM’.
In
closing for the night, my nabes are noisy, lots of doors,
lots of activity, but nothing real super bad or loud, as
though they know the limits, and know that they are being
watched.
Very
interesting things are happening all around both me, and
those around me, and all over the area; but I am just keeping
my mouth shut for right now. Mexico may be just a short time
away, and then again, I may not go there for five thousand
frikkin years. That’s on me, ZEEEEE.
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, YO:
AND
NOW FOLKS, I AM GOING TO BE STARTING THE PRESENT TIME NON CUT
AND PASTED BLOGGING TRANSMISSION:
Well
again folks, another Sunday, fire alarms going off one after the
other after days without them, doors banging in and out from my
dirt bag fucking nabes across the cunt eating hallway from me
ever since the start of the afternoon, IT IS EVERY MOTHER
FUCKING SUNDAY, and hopefully my new attorney of the future is
watching all of this go down live in real cunt eating time,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is 7 minutes shy of three now this
afternoon, on March seventeen, in 2013, good old rotten SUNDAYS,
and good old rotten ass fucking shitty MARCH, JUST LIKE I SAID
ALL ALONG, AND TOLD YOU, HUH, LOVELY GINA, MY PRETTY, OR JUST MY
NON-OZ ARM BREAKER OF THE 90′S!!!!!!! Well, folks, the
firetruck is here and AGAIN, has stopped abnd deactivated the
mother fucking fire alarm. Every single time there is either a
loud outside sound or a fire alarm inside the building,. It is
perfectly conjoined and commingled too perfectly not to fucking
all be part of some preplanned conspiracy to persecute me, my
nabes also begin slamming doors and making lots of their own
noise. It is every time, and has happened over and over
countless times now. We all now how mister Ed and Patty Duke,
and Joe Friday, and Dreaming Jeannie’s, and banged up hup-caps
and block party Scummer’s all fit into this, there’s no
other way to fucking explain things, with this twisted Scylla
and her great family and fiends/friends, ‘whatever’,
Congressman Rob Andrews. I AM used to this endless fucking
punishment, oh great dog Foods of the world, yes sir, I AM very
used to all of this, right not-son-of-SAM, the Highview freaking
bloody shoe maintenance man, YO YO YO YO????????????
Maybe
I need to post this as parts, and not as a whole, as I cannot
get it all up. Let me try something else here folks. I have it
up on WordPress, but cannot post it to blogger.
MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00011, 3:00 AM-EDST, SATURDAY MORNING, 03/16/2013
Morianity Foundation, re-posted from 2007
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harassment for many years, from powerful 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.
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN—FROM THE HEAD MORIAN March 20, 2K7,
Tuesday Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2 tell.
Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB: U all impress me like a ton
of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think your
heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and his LG
pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice things 4
people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R all over
me every single day, never ending Milituforce Otammscum non-stop
planes, choppers, trails, and loud road sounds. All through
March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty the worst Wirtz siege
I have ever been put through since December of 1991, when I
remember telling the Camden County Prosecutor, one of the men
supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron Wirtz, that I have not had a
single day all month without pure horrific and endless hell. I
told him that I would take things into my own hands if
necessary, and he said over my CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone,
exactly what U hear Jack McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of
the New York high school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting
episode, that I had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is
an officer of the court and that talk like this would cause him
2 have to bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when
McCoy said “talk like this could get U into a world of
trouble”, and it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor
complex, very totally sample. Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH
COUNCIL [GMC]: Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a
like’s U want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant
snot, mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness.
Paula and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me
that she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in
pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a
drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great
HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last
saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early
afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and
all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey
Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas Avenue,
where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the big secret
of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she never had
others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad enough, I should
have had a say in the taking of my own kids life. McGuire has no
other reason 4 all this hostility if this is not what occurred.
It is not like I marched into his cruddy bar just over a decade
ago and told him he is a rotten no good incestralite, his
whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit head. I went in there
all nice, and he acted like the world had just come to an end.
So after my brutal rape, can there really B more than one
conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I stirred up quite a dern
hornets nest when I came back on the scene looking 4 ‘my’
Sarah. My mother went behind my back with the algebra deal, the
sending me to summer school at Lower Merion High, in Narberth,
PAUSAESMWG, leading to her Faith/Church Farm School deal in
Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not ask for one dern bit of any of this
crap. Forces as I speak R trying 2 totally end my miserable
fucking life, and I will not stand idly by and let them. I am
not going anywhere, nor making any changes. U can all go screw
yourselves. Soon, my lightning will B around a lot more, and
you’ll all B sorry. I have asked her 2 hit some filthy
enemies, and she will. Hopefully someday, she will ground
through me and end my miserable hellish interaction here.
Message to Gordo: What U told me about the stock options, and
other things, I will check into all of it and C what part of all
of this can B done in this location of HS. As U may or may not B
aware of, there R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that
any one could buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball
lottery, and take it to the correct universe, and it will match
the winning ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about
material crap. If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my
thoughts as well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in
their true and pure form. Message to the 6th dimension and
machine mind: I want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters,
lightning storms, floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms
of vibratory unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable
hell 2 end. I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty
MacInvondi, Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th
phase entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the
fifth dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of
reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I
agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he
gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell
Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had no
right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his
car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of Dogtown’s
sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the computer went nuts,
and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we know what is going on,
don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what combination of these
alpha keys lets the secrets out that you do not want out,
tee-hee. MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS BEYOND OUR SOLAR
SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING FIELDS: Come to this
lovely world of mine, come, I invite U. Please feel free 2 come
and visit our nice hellish place here, and come in quickly, and
avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2 worlds out from our fusion
reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner, and will try to suck you in
to spare her creation, but I want U to come and smash this
lovely place to bits, and end my hell forever. You hear me
through the machine mind of this system, no differently than
Magnesonic. MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT SUBSCUMMERS: Yes,
unless one long game is played, and a total game MP is kept of
every number and dozen and color and on and on, no system based
on mathematics can hope to reverse the power of negamagging.
Every single day in this March attack, my quantum-card decks
have made me either one or two units, but all systems keep
failing. My betting could B 10,20,40 dollars, or it could B just
as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars. The base levels of the minimum
and maximum NJ casino amounts, vary only because of bankroll, or
lack thereof. Every 95 bets placed will lose 5 times on house
edge green numbers of 0/00. With a three-stage MM betting
strategy [mini-martingale, not martinogale], the units of 1/2/4
average roughly out to just under 3 units lost, as U may lose
half of your bet on bet one, or on higher bet 2, or even higher
max. Bet 3. There R slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4
strings, so the average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3.
Anyway, 5X3= 15 units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins,
or approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160]
units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100 group
of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all spins R
bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss of [-7
units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units lost, getting
6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An average of 70
to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3, and 4 strings, in
each group of 100 placed bets. It gets confusing here, but if
you record string numbers on paper as 2,3,4, or 5, never
recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5 more than 5, it is
just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual bets made has nothing 2
do with actual spins, although it averages out fairly close in
longer running plays. In any event, each hundred group of bets,
not spins, using 85 as an average of profit units, we subtract
the average of loss units, 42 and get a sub-profit total
of85-42=ing 43. Now subtract 15 for an average green-house edge
loss, and the numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28
units/100 bets, which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B
roughly 310-356 spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of
a KS, kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit,
and rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units
profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN—- [10,000] spins, this
comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units
per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00 and
on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level, this
is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing,
produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS.
People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have no
fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know what
2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that this is so
far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely say FUDGE-U,
and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all whom know me,
know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna fudge with me
and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out, because I will
develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and freely teach these
methods on the friggin net. Message 2 Robert McGee: U ugly old
white slaver monster, here’s 2U bud. Raise your glass up with
Martino, and her daughter in law and the Mayor, and drink one on
me tonight, this night may B your last, as when U least expect
2C me, ask big S, I can B right there in your face and hear what
U say, and U can’t even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey
is here, ya drunken old fool.
Movement
Stage # 58
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y’all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y’all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
MOVEMENT
STAGE # 60
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I’ve not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud’s and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to http://www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes’ place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to http://www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION: I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me. Message to my friend Karen S. I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit. MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL: I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality’s, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation: May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!! Bible and Foundation Blogs———FINE’
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I’ve not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud’s and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to http://www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes’ place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to http://www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION: I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me. Message to my friend Karen S. I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit. MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL: I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality’s, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation: May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!! Bible and Foundation Blogs———FINE’
Friday, March 09, 2007
Movement
Stage # 59
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment’s R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the http://www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win
at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90—-3614, 91—-3975, 92—-4373, 93—-4810, 94—-5291, 95—-5820, 96—-6402, 97—-7043, 98—-7747, 99—-8521, 2000—-9374, 01—-10311, 02—-11342, 03—-12476, 04—-13724, 05—-15096, 06—-16606, 07—-18267, 08—-20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring’s R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment’s R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the http://www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win
at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90—-3614, 91—-3975, 92—-4373, 93—-4810, 94—-5291, 95—-5820, 96—-6402, 97—-7043, 98—-7747, 99—-8521, 2000—-9374, 01—-10311, 02—-11342, 03—-12476, 04—-13724, 05—-15096, 06—-16606, 07—-18267, 08—-20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring’s R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
Friday, March 02, 2007
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE STUPID RHYMES-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change? People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ‘ARLANTIC’, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy’s, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn’t C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin’!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at http://www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming’s occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant’s. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change? People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ‘ARLANTIC’, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy’s, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn’t C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin’!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at http://www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming’s occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant’s. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
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MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00011, 3:00 AM-EDST, SATURDAY MORNING, 03/16/2013
Morianity Foundation, re-posted from 2007
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harassment for many years, from powerful 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.
Tuesday,
March 20, 2007
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN—FROM THE HEAD MORIAN March 20, 2K7,
Tuesday Well, I have, as always, lots and lots of things 2
tell. Message from the GIANTPUSSYS CLUB: U all impress me like
a ton of loose goose smells. I have the ability 2 just think
your heart stopping, and it will. Ask the Mayor of AC, NJ, and
his LG pals, if I cannot think and move. I try 2 do nice
things 4 people, and all I ever get back is shit. Chemtrails R
all over me every single day, never ending Milituforce
Otammscum non-stop planes, choppers, trails, and loud road
sounds. All through March of oh-seven, this is in all honesty
the worst Wirtz siege I have ever been put through since
December of 1991, when I remember telling the Camden County
Prosecutor, one of the men supposedly working my case, Mr. Ron
Wirtz, that I have not had a single day all month without pure
horrific and endless hell. I told him that I would take things
into my own hands if necessary, and he said over my
CIA/NSA/BFA bugged up telephone, exactly what U hear Jack
McCoy on L&O say, to the parents of the New York high
school, not HYPERSPACE, on the school shooting episode, that I
had 2B careful of my choice of words, that he is an officer of
the court and that talk like this would cause him 2 have to
bring the bracelets over and get me, just as when McCoy said
“talk like this could get U into a world of trouble”, and
it is just that sample. Not at all intricate nor complex, very
totally sample. Message to the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL [GMC]:
Put all the giant slutty Paula and Sarah look a like’s U
want around me, it impresses me like tons of elephant snot,
mixed with snake venom, and a pinch of monkey happiness. Paula
and I were talking about some wild crap when she told me that
she nearly had the baby in the taxi cab, and was crying in
pain at 1802, after my mom left and drove somewhere, she has a
drivers license and is much younger in that part of the great
HS. I told U that U did not look a day older than when I last
saw U, and that included in my part of hyperspace on the early
afternoon of 12 July in 1997, 27 years after last seeing U and
all of Sarah-Stacey’s other friends on the public New Jersey
Transit bus, in the Atlantic City terminal, on Arkansas
Avenue, where it was located at that time. Paula, I know the
big secret of both your baby and Sarah’s baby, and Y she
never had others. After what she did, that wasn’t bad
enough, I should have had a say in the taking of my own kids
life. McGuire has no other reason 4 all this hostility if this
is not what occurred. It is not like I marched into his cruddy
bar just over a decade ago and told him he is a rotten no good
incestralite, his whiskey sucks, and his daddy was a shit
head. I went in there all nice, and he acted like the world
had just come to an end. So after my brutal rape, can there
really B more than one conclusion 4 me 2 draw? Obviously, I
stirred up quite a dern hornets nest when I came back on the
scene looking 4 ‘my’ Sarah. My mother went behind my back
with the algebra deal, the sending me to summer school at
Lower Merion High, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, leading to her
Faith/Church Farm School deal in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. I did not
ask for one dern bit of any of this crap. Forces as I speak R
trying 2 totally end my miserable fucking life, and I will not
stand idly by and let them. I am not going anywhere, nor
making any changes. U can all go screw yourselves. Soon, my
lightning will B around a lot more, and you’ll all B sorry.
I have asked her 2 hit some filthy enemies, and she will.
Hopefully someday, she will ground through me and end my
miserable hellish interaction here. Message to Gordo: What U
told me about the stock options, and other things, I will
check into all of it and C what part of all of this can B done
in this location of HS. As U may or may not B aware of, there
R so many universes in the 5th dimension, that any one could
buy any number on a mega jack pot or power ball lottery, and
take it to the correct universe, and it will match the winning
ticket. The real trick is beyond worrying about material crap.
If I can get into the 6th dimension, all of my thoughts as
well as Stacey’s, all of them, exist there in their true and
pure form. Message to the 6th dimension and machine mind: I
want major earthquakes, volcanoes, twisters, lightning storms,
floods, fires, wars, pestilence, and all forms of vibratory
unrest and scramble 2 occur. I want this miserable hell 2 end.
I want an end 2 all of this shit. I want Shorty MacInvondi,
Professor Theodore T. Jackson, and all other 4th phase
entities that have influenced me 2 create them in the fifth
dimensional HS and let them exist in their third phase of
reality, to get what they all deserve, An eye 4 an eye, and I
agree. Tell Gordo, thank you 4 helping me with all the info he
gave me last night in this time dimensions physicality. Tell
Paula, that whether she or Sarah had the kid, or both, U had
no right to abort it without telling me, and big McG and his
car-gun from the McCoo 5th D can burn in the fires of
Dogtown’s sulfur pits 4 all I care. Yes, I hear U, the
computer went nuts, and Ed said I pulled a plug out, but we
know what is going on, don’t we 6th D? We know exactly what
combination of these alpha keys lets the secrets out that you
do not want out, tee-hee. MESSAGE TO THE COMETS AND ASTEROIDS
BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IN BOTH THE CLOSER AND OUTER RING
FIELDS: Come to this lovely world of mine, come, I invite U.
Please feel free 2 come and visit our nice hellish place here,
and come in quickly, and avoid Sarah Jupiter Stacey from 2
worlds out from our fusion reactor, she is our vacuum cleaner,
and will try to suck you in to spare her creation, but I want
U to come and smash this lovely place to bits, and end my hell
forever. You hear me through the machine mind of this system,
no differently than Magnesonic. MESSAGE 2 ALL PARALLEL EVENT
SUBSCUMMERS: Yes, unless one long game is played, and a total
game MP is kept of every number and dozen and color and on and
on, no system based on mathematics can hope to reverse the
power of negamagging. Every single day in this March attack,
my quantum-card decks have made me either one or two units,
but all systems keep failing. My betting could B 10,20,40
dollars, or it could B just as easily 500,1000,2000 dollars.
The base levels of the minimum and maximum NJ casino amounts,
vary only because of bankroll, or lack thereof. Every 95 bets
placed will lose 5 times on house edge green numbers of 0/00.
With a three-stage MM betting strategy [mini-martingale, not
martinogale], the units of 1/2/4 average roughly out to just
under 3 units lost, as U may lose half of your bet on bet one,
or on higher bet 2, or even higher max. Bet 3. There R
slightly more 2 and 3 strings than there R4 strings, so the
average is not a perfect 1+2+4 divided by 3. Anyway, 5X3= 15
units lost to house edge roughly every 95 spins, or
approximately 16 lost per hekaspins, or [-160]
units/kilo-spins. For me, roughly 5-7 strings in each 100
group of bets, again do not confuse bets and spins, as not all
spins R bet, will generate a 5 or more string causing a loss
of [-7 units] to occur. An average of 6 times the 7 units
lost, getting 6 from the average of 5-7, is minus 42 units. An
average of 70 to 100 units of profit occurs by getting 2,3,
and 4 strings, in each group of 100 placed bets. It gets
confusing here, but if you record string numbers on paper as
2,3,4, or 5, never recording singleton ones, nor is anything 5
more than 5, it is just recorded as a 5-string. Then actual
bets made has nothing 2 do with actual spins, although it
averages out fairly close in longer running plays. In any
event, each hundred group of bets, not spins, using 85 as an
average of profit units, we subtract the average of loss
units, 42 and get a sub-profit total of85-42=ing 43. Now
subtract 15 for an average green-house edge loss, and the
numbers become 85-42-15 or 43-15 which = +28 units/100 bets,
which a placement of 100 bets averages out 2B roughly 310-356
spins. This is pretty much a rough one third of a KS,
kilo-spin, not Krassle Sarah. So 28 X 3 = 84 units profit, and
rounding it down in a pessimistic average, say, 80 units
profit per KS, or DKS, DEKA-KILO-SPIN—- [10,000] spins, this
comes to 800. If I can keep making anywhere close to 800 units
per DKS, even on a $10 base betting level, this is $8,000.00
and on the 100-200-400 dollar or 1-2-4 black money-chip level,
this is $80,000/DKS. 40 hours at average casino table playing,
produces about 9-11 thousand spins, an average of one DKS.
People average a 40 hour work week. I am not greedy, and have
no fucking dern desire 2 earn 80 grand a week, wouldn’t know
what 2 do with it. I am just telling the neggamaggers that
this is so far impervious 2 their attacks on me, so I politely
say FUDGE-U, and your lovely mama’s, and daughters. Hay all
whom know me, know that I am a nice guy, but if you’re gonna
fudge with me and wreck my life 24/7/365.2422, watch out,
because I will develop ways 2 piss off the suit-punks, and
freely teach these methods on the friggin net. Message 2
Robert McGee: U ugly old white slaver monster, here’s 2U
bud. Raise your glass up with Martino, and her daughter in law
and the Mayor, and drink one on me tonight, this night may B
your last, as when U least expect 2C me, ask big S, I can B
right there in your face and hear what U say, and U can’t
even C that I am there, but ol’ Sharkey is here, ya drunken
old fool.
Movement
Stage # 58
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y’all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
When I am wrong, I am wrong, and I screwed up the word program save catalog and did not look up at the top of Ed’s screen to correctly copy the Movement number, so since the movement was not ever written, the date will naturally B out of order, and this is now a Tuesday morning, the day B4 spring begins this oh-seven year, 03/20.
U already most likely have seen the newest blog’s first post, I give these posts no names, they merely dated, and contain my messages to those that each of them concern. I will tell U that last night I took a chopper attack, causing my Phillies 2B wiped out through PET. Nothing new, same old same old, it kills the Sixers and Phillies and Eagles, but the strongest parallel to harassing me is with the Phillies, tearing them 2 pieces, told y’all they’d stink again in the oh-seven season, and worse than last one, and will B 100% right, as it is based on the PET, and my hell in oh-seven is so beyond oh-six, words cannot begin 2 express it, Donna, all though U can really belt out my lyrics. There is no Phillies game ever won, nor Flyers game ever lost, when these sub squat scum hit me with their piece of shit illegal chopper harassment. The Flyers R so rotten Snyder-puke, that I dare and challenge U2 B totally determined 2 win one lousy game without using that chopper on me, or any harassment on me for 30 hours prior 2 your game. U would think if U were a real man, U would just try it 2 spite me, and then E mail me to tell me to go screw myself, but U know it is physically impossible 4 either of these things 2B done. So as long as they have me to endlessly torture ACLU, the Dow Jones will go UP-UP-UP, and the Phillies will keep right on LOSING-LOSING-LOSING.
The number U have dialed is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, use any area code U want, but if U dial REALITY, it will B answered, THEY LIVED, THEY SUFFERED, THEY DIED. No getting around this exists, NONE!!!!!!!!!! The weekend was not as bad as the previous one, but except 4 about 2 days in the month of March, every single fucking day 4 me has been SUPER BOTBAR, 17:19 is not a good monthly MP, and B4 March came in, I was going between 48 and 50% 4 Botbar, a slight difference, and talk about March SADNESS, 4 CRISSAKE. Machine mind is starting its little thing with me, making words come out like CrIsAkE, leaving first letters off of words like ith and not with, and so forth. This is not me, nor am I imagining it. In a later blog if I correctly remember the dated order, it used a hyperspace translation when I mentioned how DIANA takes good care of me in the great Ricktown Manor, spelling her name Dianan, the extra 2nd [N] at the end of the word, notice the pun, it came at the en’ of the word Diana, and was the N letter. There is a close parallel reality where her name in physicality is Diana, but her middle name ZUDLECRENESSIA, has only one S in it, spelling it DIANAN ZUDLECRENESIA ARTEEMIS, also containing her name number, as here, of 27. During my SORA test, and now that I have my license, as it came in Saturdays mail, TEE-HEE, I feel safer discussing a few things now, and was not told, as in with law cases, not 2 discuss things, nor that anything I learned was classified in any way. Not that I am rambunctiously and vociferously discussing things, remember that all I am talking about R things that R relevant 2 me and my problem and Milituforce situation, and in no way am attempting 2 cause the authorities a problem, but when machine mind takes over and makes one of the questions contain the word RATIO, only it is spelled RATION on the test, and the testers that were going over the material that we had 2 learn, went out of their way 2 mention it, there is no way this part of the day was not totally relevant to me and my on going problems, so it is not like I am working 2 defeat anything nor help our national enemies in any way. The tester said, “on question #18 on the test, the word is ration, but the typist spelled it ration.” The typist was obviously using word program and spell checker program of micro-sucks, as hackers call it, and what only top hackers know is that computer mind contains no intelligence, however a force that is in charge of the entire material realm, called the Briggbase Residents, or the BRIGGER’S 4 short, loves 2 take existing things like our word program, and make it work in strange ways. When they send a magic worm into the system, it does not matter whether anyone is connected 2 internet anymore, as long as it is put through one time when posting up to a blogger or some other public site. All it takes is 2 get sneezed on once by someone with the black plague, and nothing is different with this. Now, if they sish to play games such as what I call the RATION GAME, using an astral word meaning “ration, see it did it again, try again, meaning “ratio and proportion”, and I typed in WISH, but they changed it to SISH, S&W do in fact interchange in astrality on many 4 letter words beginning with either the S or W letter.
The Atlantic Ocean is angry with U chief, OL’ BUDDY, and ex-body-surfing-pal from ’97, and wants U2 remember that U represent her great City, that she influenced mankind 2 name in her honor, KRASSLE/ATLANTIC, same exact astral words. Remember, if U do not stay her Mayor, it will bring in a bad time line, there R no set futures, we all make the fabrics of space’s future, with hyper-spacial interactions. If U end up as my boss on the beach, under this Sora thing, and call me FIREDOG, and mock me, and make me sweep sand and clean barnacles, it is not going 2B pleasant 4 either of us. Remember Stacey and I share endless love together, and she does not like her THAT-DOG [boy] picked on. Try 2 stay out of trouble, she said 2 tell U 2B a good boy your Honor.
The final blog, already started, the 2nd post, will go on and tell U that I enjoyed our talk Gordo, we had a great time, thank U for sharing all the stuff with me, it explains a lot. Paula, hope UR feeling better, I never enjoy seeing a big beautiful grown girl cry, but I love your dark shades, and new hair dew, UR even lovelier than when U came up to me in 1986 @ the Claridge Casino and asked me about PET.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
MOVEMENT
STAGE # 60
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I’ve not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud’s and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to http://www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes’ place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to http://www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION: I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me. Message to my friend Karen S. I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit. MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL: I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality’s, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation: May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!! Bible and Foundation Blogs———FINE’
This is the final stage of the Morianity Foundation Movements. I am not waiting for my final blog series which is upcoming next, to do what I am going to do, but it officially will begin from where I will leave off with this STAGE # 60. It will B called, “TO WHOM THIS MESSAGE CONCERNS, FROM THE HEAD MORIAN”. This way, as I know that in reality, few if any, actual mortal entities R paying any heed 2 anything on my blogs, unlike the enemy itself, who can read them and not even leave a trace of ever being up on the sites, B it BLOGGER, or my website itself, MF.C. The few times that regular people may B reading, and the stuff may pertain more 2 them, it will all B there, but the majority admitantly will B text 4 the other entities.
Several errors from prior blogs will B addressed first, once I tell U that all throughout the month of March of oh-seven, I am under the worst attack and illegal assault, from the evil MILITUFORCE, that I have ever been in, in my entire 52.3 years of mortal life as Mountainpen. The poison chemtrails, motor shittle suckle suckoffs, the planes, the military in general; have illegally persecuted me beyond anything that I have ever seen in all of my eternal existence, in all of 5th dimensional hyperspace, HS. No, not high school, hyperspace; as Ed once told me, some people get confused by this term that I use, I’ve not attended high school since 1972, and have no family, hence no children, nor any reason nor business, 2B referring 2 nor discussing anything relating to high school, so again, HYPERSPACE. I exist all throughout HS, in countless ways and lives, some similar 2 the one I am in as I machine-pen these words right now, while some others R quite significantly different, in fact so different, that people can interchange identity within the interaction, hence any one of us could B us one minute, and the next one, B our next door neighbor, president of a fortune 500 company, or a drum beating cannibal on some lost island, yet being our self during these changes. Change and changes R a major reality that when not understood, the big picture and attempting 2 get what all of it really is about, will remain pointless, and a time wasting endless endeavor. Thursday, Friday, Sunday, Monday, and again today Tuesday, as well as for close 2 three straight weeks now, my hell from these dirt bag LAMBRIG scuz is so off all charts and dials, that no words could express the way that I feel, my soul’s in distress and nothing is real, now its too late ‘cause I cannot beat, the evil crud’s and crumbs that live inside the cosmic toilet seat. Oh I hate U all so and I want you 2 know, that baby baby baby, I do not need a CARFAX, SMARTY CARPETS, OR THE BG’s, OR THE STARTING LINES OF L&O, I detest U all so. (C) MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN PSUDONYM, for Mark Wayne Mohr, not the first murderer on the planet, as that was me long ago in a totally different dreaming sequence. I was very jealous of my brother getting more love and attention from my beautiful unfathomable teen queen, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Anyone getting in my way of finding nirvana somehow eventually, or my special relationship with the great Sarah-Stacey, and I would hate 2B your poor mother, it will break her godsdamn heart. So let me go on quickly B4 I even start 2 talk about anything major, and it will B major, bwewieve me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! In my roulette discussion, I made 2 errors, first, when I switched from the double nickle to the quarter betting level in my example, I meant to say, now instead of 11 bets making U a $profit of thirty, your profit will B $75.00. I was confusing in my mind the 100 dollar level of base betting, where it would have been $300.00. And also, I may have confused some when I started jumping around with 3 varying base betting levels, each was part of separate examples, but may have seen 2B a bit confusing, sahwee. The biggest phopah was when I said I was waiting for a string of CORRECT [C] predictions to get broken. First my mind fucked up big time, confusing BLACK with EVEN, so let us do this again, shall we???? I meant 2 give the example from MFMS # 59, in this way, the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #2 BLACK comes out, for a [one-correct-string]. Then the cards predicted a YES to a Q&A of SHOULD I BET BLACK NEXT SPIN TO WIN? #35 comes out, for a [two-correct-string]. We R now in play with a C-2 string, as after all C-2, or I-2 strings, UR in play to break the string. Since UR here in this example, betting from a correct mode, you R looking to break it with an incorrect outcome, just as concentrically, if U were coming off an incorrect sting of 2, U now would B looking 2 break it with a correct outcome, so let us return 2 the correct example. Here we were saying that the cards said to bet black on two occasions and were correct, so now I ask them should I bet ODD and get a YES answer from them. I bet EVEN and 21 RED ODD comes out, but I lose my first of three bets because again the quantum-cards predicted another CORRECT. Now I ask them SHOULD I BET HIGH NUMBERS [1-19]? The cards give me a NO answer, telling me to bet LOW, [1-18]. The wheel spins and comes out 20 BLACK EVEN and HIGH, an incorrect answer, so this time, I will WIN with my second bet, losing 100 and winning 200, or making a $100 profit. On more than one occasion, my somewhat less than totally simplistic systems 4 gambling, get confusing, and I make a booboo, and lose when I would have won, and then make another type of booboo in my underwear. Every time I tell any secrets on how to get money legally out of a casino, I fall under terrific siege, hence I know that they R all in on this harassment and persecution of me. One thing that will piss of these stinking suit punks down in rip off town Callioville, is this one: ASAPARTEK is fine and well, but try this little trick, it needs no cards, and has one me an average of two units per day over and above the green house edge, all throughout the ISOM, the INCREDIBLE SIEGE OF MARCH. Group together 15 non-green spins in roulette, or #’s 1-36. Record and play all 3 parameters of the numbers, the BLACK & RED, the ODD & EVEN, and the LOW & HIGH. In every group, all 3 will have a majority of 8, as 15 is an odd number, hence this is a simple law in mathematics. Whatever the 3 majorities R, play these in the next 15 non-green group of numbers. For example, in the first group of the game, we have 8 BLACK, 9 ODD, and 12 LOW. So BLACK-ODD-LOW is played 15 times not counting the zero or double zero. I usually win by the first group and quit, but sometimes go to a second and third group. Rarely am I not ahead by 2 or 3 units even after the house edge, after playing 3 groups past the first or the [count] group. Games never start until this first, or count group is made. It is difficult as hell for any roulette dealer to ever beat U. These systems R all my property, may B used by anyone, but not sold legally to anyone, as I claim 2B the writer and inventor of them, as well as the copyright owner.
The pulsar star chopper UFO came back to visit me on Sunday evening shortly after it was dark, around 8 PM or just shy. I had not been attacked by the military on a job post anywhere near this bad since the day Ronald Reagan began enjoying the hospitality of Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and decided 2 no longer dream that he was Ronald Reagan. We all decide astrally, 2 discontinue all of the dream sequences that we share ‘existence’ in throughout HS. The skies were non stop military filth everywhere. It was non stop. The pulsar aimed a strobing reddish beam of light at me from roughly ten O’CLOCK LOW MEDIUM, while I was facing the front gate. Shortly after it began pulsing and strobing, it stopped dead in the sky for close to ten Earth minutes, but I am not the only one that saw it, and there R legitimate cell phone records of it, as all cell phone talk is recorded by government as well as some hush-hush private agencies, more on all of this at a later and more opportune time. The guard from the property that is next door to the property that I was guarding in Folsom, NJ, happened 2B on the phone 2 his buddy in Philadelphia, telling me that he said to him that a craft was hovering and came 2 a dead stop for 5-10 minutes, and his buddy asked him what beverage he had illegally brought to his security guard post, as no fixed wing craft can hover motionless. This craft can turn itself into a large military craft with a huge saucer dish of some kind all around it, or it can metamorphose into a helicopter, but always has brilliant colored strobing and flashing and oscillating light, and they aim it down onto my car. Naturally, a half hour later, I became sicker than a poisoned rat with a deacon pellet box in his stomach, and when I shit, the smell is the same as when U swallow a barium nuclear pill at a hospital so they can take pictures in a nuclear medicine department. I know, as I had this done both at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital in July of 1983 after they tried to murder me in my ATCO, NJ house, and later in 1985 while living at the HIGHVIEW LEVY SHOEMAKER APARTMENTS, in Williamstown, NEW JUPITER JERSEY, as these tests were ordered by my endocrinologist, Doctor Miller Biddle, of the famous Biddle family, from the famous mid 20th century book, MY PHILADELPHIA FATHER, a book of the Biddle family. My doctor was attempting 2 assist me on getting 2 the bottom of how these enemy Otammite Milituforce Lambrigg Scum-buckets, [OMLS], did whatever they did 2 me in 1983 when they gassed me to death in Atco, after I started communicating directly with the lightning Goddess Diana, [DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS]. When David Roth and I back in 1986 and 1987, would drive to our favorite ice cream stand at the Red Lion, NJ circle, one circle west on Route # 70 from the circle of Route’s 70 and 72, we would shut off the car and get our ice cream. We ate it and then tried to start the vehicle up just like a couple months ago with a basically brand new Dodge, and it was killed outside the TRUE VALUE HARDWARE store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, same exact thing. The recent incident, the craft had metamorphized into a police cruiser, and it was no more a real Hammonton Police car, than I am a fucking Venishan from the hidden molten lava seas of X455378GZT. The pulsar star unidentified craft messed with my car during the previous visitation to my work site in FOLSOM, NJUSAESMWG, but only hurt my bowels and heart this time. At the ice cream place 20 years ago, it would hit us, and then the car would not start. Then it would fly over again and the car started up by itself like fucking magic. No prosecutors office, no police officer, no congressman would believe any of it, and I never connected the UFO phenomenon to any of my troubles back in those days. As I machine pen these words now, Eddie H’s roof just got scrapped by some crash level private piss-job milituforce aircraft at one quarter past 3 of the clock in the post meridian. I have proof that they own our world, and R totally controlling the United States Government, and it all ties into mans religions, the so called Armageddon end of time stuff, the return of Christ, alien invasions, it is all one and the same ugly huge sick twisted diseased reality. None of any of this is for the good of the small people, all of it is being done by the controllers, the GMC, [GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL]. Jesus Himself, if U would simply just take a tiny bit of time to check what I say out, and B sure 2 read the good and accurate KING JAMES VERSION of Christian Scripture, that Bill Shakespeare and King James collaborated together to bring the scriptures to the people of those days in perfect and proper translation, anyway, He says in the GOSPELS, read MATHEW, MARK, LUKE, and JOHN, as it is definitely in one of them; remember each disciple tells his version of the events, all humans perceive things differently from each other, making this interaction quite interesting, as well as confusing, at times, but he is discussing the GMC, calling it and referring to it as “THE COUNCIL”, and Jesus is speaking. He says if U call another man a fool, U will B in danger of the Judgment and the COUNCIL. What no mortal knows and understands nor is properly able to process, even when sat down and told, is that there is a place called the 6th dimension. All thought, all mind, all feelings, all of it lives here, as a porpoise lives in our human-world oceans or birds live in the air. This GMC believes that they totally own and R in total charge & control, of PHASE 2 existence, or ASTRALLITY. Stacey Krassle, the Great, the SAR or the GREAT LORD, the ECKANKAR religion calls it the ECK, and I have known her by 100,000,000 different names all throughout my long endless nightmare never ending eternity. Go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com and hear the song that endlessly blares out over the Great TECK BAY, by the evil BRIGGERS of the BRIGGBASE, in the futile endless hope of mitigating the anger of Sarah-Stacey. What U hear on the website, never ever stops blaring out over this huge bay, leading out into the area of VIQUEEN’S ISLAND, and the shores beyond that, leading to the huge 100,000+ foot high walls to to the beautiful and unfathomable GREAT CITY of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or HEAVEN, as man has sort of named and termed this condition of astrality. Nothing is really real by the real word real and its real world meanings, except 4 total nothingness or VOID INFINITY. We all dream out and away from this, just as if U were locked in a sound proof pitch dark area, and began 2 dream out and away beyond it, this is the nightmare truth that none of us can ever ever ever ever never never ever fucking escape from. The GMC has become distorted, and the GODS that some of them sort of merge or turn into. This council will not believe my true knowledge, and R telling their controllers living on the Earth-world mortal realms, to endlessly persecute me and ignore all the things that I say unto all of U. Before the Security Officer Registration Act, or SORA, went into effective legislation, a man I know from my job site, we will call Willie to protect identities, suddenly had a string of bad things occur, right after telling me that he ran a horse riding service business back in the 1960’s, on the beaches of Atlantic City. I had totally forgotten this part of my past, as I had forgotten Sarah. When he told me and I remembered, I remembered also how Sarah and her friends brutally and viciously raped me, and sent my mom off to buy coffee, and get intercepted by our mutual friend Sigmund Malyeska; a crippled Lithuanian, from Polio. Sarah’s brother the Policeman, was named Frank Callio, and became a Sergeant on the ACPD force, go to http://www.acpd.com and if U study the dream symbology, as this is really the dream, Mr. Richie Prosecutor Serling Twilight Zone, Polio,Callio, Police, how close can things all connect up for Jesus’ sake?????????? For telling me about the horse riding stuff, and bringing back memories of the brutal rape done by Sarah and her wild vicious gang, his home burned down, and then his wife took ill. The illness of Willie’s wife is identical to what ‘they’ did to my poor pathetic hard working Christian mother, back the day after filthy Christmas, 26 December, in 1997, leading to her slow tortuous lingering agonizing eventual death on the 4th of March, early Saturday morning, back in AD 2000. The fire is another thing I can relate 2, as they tried 2 burn down RPL, by cleverly starting a fire next door, in a shared building with a good fire wall, a toy factory at Pierce and State, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG. Without a good firewall, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORTORY or RPL, would have been history, and I needed them in 1997 to help me 2 record my song SARAH, or GREAT LORD. So Y if she is the Great Almighty Lord Jehovah, did she and her gang do bad things 2 me? Because the controllers, MICK-GEE, and GALLAGHER OF CHICAGO, and other government and mob forces, all connected throughout the political system, R controlling her and keeping her memories of who she really is, away from her, and this makes me quite dangerous to this demonic force of scum, READ THE FUCKING BIBLE 4 CRISSAKE, IT IS ALL IN THERE, EVERY DAMN THING I AM CLAIMING, I just understand how to properly translate its mysterious, as I have no start nor finish, I am infinite, and I am totally aware of it, as opposed 2U. UR also without beginning and ending, but your memories and knowledge of the whole ugly mess, has all been removed from the entire human race by the HEAD COUNCIL SEATERS, a group of 283 entities that range from things that if I ever told U a mere smattering of it, it would keep Hollywood busy for a century.
Let us talk about phases 2-4. An entity named Ranashahamed Alopticfikr, the son of Kali and her lover before she brutally killed him in a frenzy of passionate twisted emotions both sexual and warrior, by the name of Lishtalpreneflum, over 7,000,000 million Earth revolutions around its sun in age in its current set of dreams, wanted to exist in phase three life but refused to tone down the needed prerequisites of superiority, in order to make it all able to occur in lawtronic phasing laws. It influenced a human male in the Judah direct Lineage from King David, me, in the end of the 1970’s to begin working on creating his ability 2 live and B in a human form, although he always existed only in phases 2 and 4, as Lawtronics stops anyone from entering into physicality should certain laws not B conformed 2 and U would B2 far beyond the norms of existence in this 3rd phase. It tricked me into becoming fascinated with tape recorders, wanting to purchase precise ones, working in a sound studio, using a top artist of the times in the mix of it all, and got himself alive and being in an already existing person, through me; and this man is none other than DONALD J. TRUMP. He knows I am onto all of it, and I know what he is planning, as you religious people have a name 4 this sick bastard, but the trueness of this story goes so far beyond your concepts of the portents and Antichrist, and the 4 horsemen, as this stuff is all nothing but a total joke next 2 what really is going on. He is not selling right now because he is not making the money he wants, but is getting ready to enter into his newest and most dangerous phase of his life in his sequence of dreams, and knows that soon, memories of his true reality will return to him, the ‘dreams’ have all ready began, have they not Don? Remember who has the original tape backwards, and all I need 2 do is run it through another recorder with certain other electrical connections in just the right way, and poof, Rod Victoria Serling, back to the astral 4U bud. All this SARA, SORA shit, is just another way 2 control the world, and me, as since I do security work, they can effect my life. But at my old age, I know that U cannot force me 2B a first responder at the next big disaster, but I all ready have my doctor’s note, just in case. U think I am going 2 a place where I will get more poison 2 add to my total toxicity from all this UFO shit done 2 me for 3 decades, and U really R a dummy. One out of 4 that went to the Twin Tower disaster is ill or dead now, and they tell us it is due to mercury from the broken lights. Right, sure, is that the only building imploded, how about old Blue Eyes’ place, the Vegas Star Dust, over the weekend. Is mercury poison from all the broken lights going to kill all the wreckers that clean it up? Gimme a fucking break, will-ya? This was not the first time that building was attacked, and any thinking person knows that there was a major reason why the Allahlites wanted 2 wreck it. Some day soon, that closet door will come flying off the hinges, just not yet, I’ll get to exposing these secrets later on. I told U all to go to a website but forgot whether or not I ever gave it 2U, and told U about the remote viewing book and the Far-sight Institute, go to http://www.courtney@farsight.org and get your friggin’ mind blown.
It seems freedom is getting harder and harder 2 spell, as a teacher in a grade school in New York City was recently fired, for practicing her religion of WICCA. It is all in the Times and Post, the NY, NY papers. U can’t have this or that on your computer, hay I am against child abuse and sex crimes, but when someone in Arizona is sentenced to 200 years for having some naked children on their computer, and never did anything outside in the real world to any one, and they call this a free country, well, hay man, they say a good laugh is good for you, well, thank you for the extra health benefit every time I hear this is a free country. It is a total fucking dictatorship, and I know precisely who the damn hypocritical dictators R. Let me tell U to visit my site and go into the pix and let me try once again 2 explain what hyperspace [HS] is and how with the right device, U can do all kinds of things, but they do not show up unless they R done 2 someone who can never B killed, nor die. Quarks and Leptons are very tiny particles, but much smaller ones than these, ASAPS, or absolute sub-atomic particles also exist. They R so small, that they literally flux in and out of beingness, as dreams attempting 2 escape the void nothingness of infinity. They latch onto an attempted dream pattern, but do not make it, and flux back to void infinity 2 try again, and endlessly flux out again, and eventually they make it, and dreams begin in the astral or light starry worlds of beingness, through this initial process of dreaming out and away from the ever aware void. Now in HS, if 2 universes, one where McGuire shoots me, and one where he does not, are forced close enough together hyper-atomically, you will get the world where a parked car’s grill is one reality, and the gun in his hand closer up, is the other reality. What no one tells U, and the scientists R all sworn to total secrecy upon penalty of pain and death, and this ain’t no joke; if they R with knowledge on levels of clearance going to TOP SECRET and higher. Here is simple truth that I am not afraid to publish, fuck all of U. RADIO FREQUENCY IS BEHIND EVERYTHING, and the ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM is the true GOD OF ALL OF REALITY, and it does not get simpler than this. It is all just this damn simple!!!!!!!!
All day long, endless chemtrailing, not only all over, but when I go anywhere, a brand new one goes right over me, precisely zenithing me with a bright huge messy piece of shit. Very soon, all U scum will pay 4 this endless abuse. Many natural disasters R on the horizon, huge earthquakes R coming, twisters will tear up everything, and floods and wild fires, baby, U ain’t seen a thing. All I have to do is work my whittle magic, and you’ll C planes and choppers go down left and right, and will all B very very sorry, and I do not work 4 the Manhattan Board of Education; and there is not one thing U can do 2 me.
Message to the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION: I have every right 2 defend myself against vicious evil twisted monsters that have carved a mountain out of my soul, and put dynamite in my mouth and lit the fuse, laughing while I blow into bits, bites, and maggots. Remember, it is not anyone’s job to judge my level of sanity. Many of the people on my law suit list R there 4 misfeasance and malfeasance, as they have illegally done this to me. Message to my friend Karen S. I’ll B over soon to CYI haven’t heard from U. I am a realist and must wonder if due to some of my troubles and woes being obviously gaming related, and hubby is connected with gaming through the CC Commission, I do not wish 2 place U in a difficult position, yet if he and or U were politely threatened by them not to assist me, it sure would help me launch my Civil Rights law suit, and U’d no longer need 2 worry about J’s retirement $, I would get 8-10 figures, and gladly would give U ten M$ for helping me in providing evidence 2 the proper authorities in order 2 assist me in winning my eventual lawsuit. MESSAGE TO THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL: I know U do not believe me, even the gods do not, let alone all these mortals whom U totally own and control, by your way of looking at things. Your friend Mr. Murray from Burlington/Florence, NJUSAESMWG, this area HS, told me that I am the most arrogant mortal he and the rest of his cousin-family have ever encountered. U do not understand that I am the reason this is all here and that upline in hyper-line space, a girl named Sarah Krassle, was thinking of her upline ‘that-boy’, or the up-line me, and this is why all of this is here, all of the physicality’s, the phase two astral through her entering as we all do, into our own dream-creations. If I am so stupid and arrogant, and factually ignorant, than first off, Y am I so important 2U and all of your group, and Y is the 1/3 of the group that broke away from U so hellbent on my total destruction? Y did they steal the equivalent value in USD of 500 trillion from the First Akoslem Bank of Ricktown’s capitol city, and influenced my father to sell out? Y is the great lightning goddess willing to live with me in Ricktown Manor? Y does she love me and even share codes with me on the Earth? What other mortal does she care enough about 2 do all of this with? Even 270 years ago when I was dreaming I was Franklin, she and I shared something very special, and all of you godsdamn prick shit eating bastard mother incestrallites know I am speaking only the truth. If lightning did not care about me, why does she warn me by turning street lights off and on at night in certain ways and patterns that only she and I know about? Why if I am just an egocentric Trump-twin, did Trump name his boat after Donna after I made that tape and copyrighted it, and why do all the ads on radio and TV, and all the shows, endlessly use me, tease me, and mock me, if I am such an arrogant little nothing piece of worthless shit as U’d all have me believe????
Message to Mr. ES
U deserve 100 MK in DOGTOWN, and I am working on having your sentence of 37, upped to 100. I 2 have connections in very high places, don’t get excited Ms. J. Arcadia. My stuff is real. They don’t say, cut, print, that’s a wrap; when my day ends. My eternity is eternity, and it doesn’t end. B prepared 2 lose the teams 2 my ownership once I prove in court all of the evil monstrous horrendous despicable things that U and your pals have all done 2 me for over 21 years.
Message to DS
U said U wanted to know my sound, and understand what it all is about. OK, so here is what U have wanted 4 so long. U have been used by Scylla and her human world friends, even your 2 tall friendly white-boy friends, they R all BRIGGER CULTISTS. More than 6% of Hollywooders have knowingly participated in devil worship and child sacrifice, not always to the death, but we are talking major abuse. U say how U love kids and cats and dogs, so let this poor old dog tell U that some of your best friends, behind your back R as innocent in all this sacrifice stuff as I am guilty of having a lovely life. Also, when U packed meat, remember the weird guy hanging around, that was not me by the way, but if U ever saw the opening of NIGHT OF THE TWISTERS, MTM Productions, remember the guy with the radio whistling and seeming 2 know something about the twisters, it was all over his face. Not all people R really people, and U know your problem with water was all caused when U made contact with water queen Sarah Callio. Your mom was still dreaming here when she asked me why I did something to you. If U tell me some day what she meant, and what I did; I will tell U all about my signal.
Message 2 SCM the WATER QUEEN VIQUEEN
I kept my promise, and will keep it forever, even on the day U beg me not 2. The only way I will ever break our covenant is if U yourself want this with all your heart. You did not have to imprison me like you did in the whale’s belly, I get the message, I know UR the most powerful entity on the planet and far beyond, and may I add, the loveliest, BEG.
Message to the future and the future of the Morianity Foundation: May the gods help you, U will need it, and soon the evidence of real world disaster will begin 2 surface. This SORA thing is also because the owners and controllers of this planet, know a lot more than they ever will admit to. They won’t even let people in on the Olympian Airships, HS, the EMS, the disinformation of SIFI, and on and on, in reiteration, may the gods HELP US ALL. In the holy name and blood of my 61st grand daddy’s uncle!!!!!!!!!! Bible and Foundation Blogs———FINE’
Friday, March 09, 2007
Movement
Stage # 59
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment’s R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the http://www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and
choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90—-3614, 91—-3975, 92—-4373, 93—-4810, 94—-5291, 95—-5820, 96—-6402, 97—-7043, 98—-7747, 99—-8521, 2000—-9374, 01—-10311, 02—-11342, 03—-12476, 04—-13724, 05—-15096, 06—-16606, 07—-18267, 08—-20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring’s R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
The absolute worst death milituforce siege is all over me and yesterday and today, March the 8th and 9th, R worse than it has ever been in the past 25 years, and I have had nothing but super off the dial botbar days all through the entire month of March, and dating back to the last days of February, 10 or more straight days of hellishness that U would not B able 2 survive. I have planes and choppers all over and all around me today and yesterday the entire skies were filled to the rim with poisonous kemtrails that did havoc 2 my health, both my bowels and heart rhythm were effected, nothing but constant utility harassment’s R occurring, constant cut outs on home theater, remote control interference through illegal high frequency range directional controlled radio interference, and the list is so endless, that it is easier 4 me just 2 say that, “what did these evil filthy incestrallites NOT do 2 me”, as this makes it simpler and truer. No punches were pulled and no wrestling holds were barred. Donald Trump, Ed Snyder, Frank and Sarah Callio, Robert McGuire, and all others listed on all of my DYING MANS UTTERANCES AND DECLARATIONS, on the Blogger.com site, and the http://www.morianity-foundation.com sites, R all included, all persons listed, are responsible in one way or another, for my torture for 3 decades, leading 2 my demise and eventual murder. My survivors including my guru and web master, Ed Himacane, R legally empowered to take legal action against these persons, and have legal access to carefully hidden documentation proving many persons in the UNITED STATES MILITARY and the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, also R to B named in the civil law suit as co-defendants, and the jury award will B most likely split up as a judgment debt, 2B paid by the characters that eventually get convicted of these heinous crimes. The kemtrails and planes and
choppers are off the scale between Camden and Atlantic City in New Jersey, both today and yesterday, and today the chemtrails R a little less, but the noisy aerial harassment is major. This is how they got the filthy Flyers 2 win and the Dow up over and over the last couple of weeks, as I told U that they will use me 2 gain it all back, and was, as always, totally correct.
Machine mind is the most powerful secret, if our enemies over there, knew one tiny bit of what I do, terrorism would never again B done with blood and guts methodologies, not when the total and absolute disruption of the entire world economy can B done with a few tiny secrets. UC, the Allahlites think that Stacey is telling them 2 use violence, and this is because they do not know her the way I do. She hates all of this, but loves anyone who does even what she hates, if they totally believe in their hearts of hearts that it indeed is what she wants, misguided as it is. But the USA still is blessed with all the power, because they, even though they do not recognize the real truth about her, they have the magical thing under their control, and despite world counter opinion, I know what I am saying is all totally true and accurate. This magic thing is ATLANTIC CITY, her city, she chose this place in human world locale, where it all is going 2 happen around. People can believe all they want that I am wrong. First, I have shown U that there is a powerful STARGATE if I may use this word, down on the great TENNESSEE AVENUE, there, in AC, NJ. Look at Mick-Gee’s hand in the photo where he suddenly and instantly appears right there at my old clunker car on his street, holding his gun and is caught on the picture, just as he is about 2 aim and shoot, both myself and Eddie H. Dead. When I was Testing 4 my SORA exam, question # 18, same numbers as the day in July of 96 that Sarah was born into physicality, was also influenced and hacked by the MACHINE-MIND, and the word RATIO was in the question. But guess what the word was spelled as in the SORA test, you got it baby love, RATION. I had 2 hold back a raucous laugh when B4 the test, the examiner/tester, informed the class, “oh and by the way, in question #18, the word is ratio, not ration. Just now, I had 2 correct it, or it would have spelled it ration twice, this is all part of machine mind, and when I tell U that part of the invasion of our physical realm by the world of the spiritual/land of the dead/astral/whatever U wish 2 think of it as, it is more real and more dangerous than U can begin 2 understand.
I made an error on a prior blog, ETTOS attack this time, control of my mind by these astral scumbag entities, and said that to increase your efficient usage of the ASAPARTEK, using cards to converse with cosmos, to ask questions and get reliable predictions and answers and B right more often than wrong, use the enhanced tool along with what I taught U all, by waiting for 2 correct [C] or 2 incorrect [I], responses 2 occur, and then use a 1-2-4 mini-martingale, so that U will win on 3, 4 and 5 strings. This was an error, as obviously I meant 2 say that U will win on all 2, 3, and 4 strings of I’s and C’s. The occasional times of 5 or greater strings of correct or incorrect responses will B far less overall than the wins generated by 2,3, and 4 strings, unlike when applying this with regular roulette play such as strings of follows, or strings of reds, and so forth, DO NOT attempt using this 4 that, as U will never find your ass again. But 5 and greater strings of being right or wrong in what the quantum-cards tell U, R indeed quite a rare occurrence, causing U of course to be minus 7, resulting from -1,-2, and -4. For every -7, U will get about +10.8, more than compensating 4 any house edge effect from the zeros. If all of your questions 2 your cards R indeed, should I bet black to win next spin, or even, or high, etc., then wait for when the cards give U 2 times in a row correct or incorrect responses. Now starting with the first of the 3 maximum requests of your cards, bet the 1-2-4 unit mini-mart betting strategy, 4 example, if your base or starting bet is ten bucks, your bets would B, $10, $20, $40. As long as any of these 3 bets wins, and U stop on that, and begin all over again waiting 4 a string of either 2 [C’s], or 2 [I”s]; you will win your base bet amount of $10.00. At worst, U will win roughly ten of these B4 losing the 7 units of $70.00 in the case of a base bet of $10.00. Hence, $100.00 won minus $70.00 lost is $30.00 profit. Using one loss and ten wins as a long run average of netting U this thirty smacks, this is 11 spins making you 30 dollars, per $10.00 of base betting level. So if your base level is green chips worth $25.00, your 3 bets R now $25.00, $50.00, and $100.00. Now every eleven spins in long run average will produce $300.00 $U. But watch out when I use the word, SPINS. First I mean times that U place bets, and this system does not bet all spins, and thus UR not sitting down at a table, in fact UR walking around, shuffling cards, silently questioning your quantum-card decks, writing down your C/I strings, and other pertinent things, and then walking back 2 your table or any table, and after 2 strings of Corrects or In-corrects, U place your next bet. Example, Twice I ask my cards if I should play Even 2 win at my next table, any table. Twice I would have been right, as #2, followed by #35, both black numbers, came out. Now I have 2 correct answers, or a C-2 string, After all C-2 or I-2 strings, bet that the string will break, and B thereby either a 2, or 3, or a 4 string, as 5 and greater strings will lose U 7 units. You ask if I should go high next time, #’s 19-36? Your cards give U a ‘NO’ response. OK, this means that your cards R telling U to bet for a LOW outcome at whatever table U go 2 next and the ball still is in play and the event is bettable. Walk away instantly if U start 2 bet and hear the dealer say “NO MORE BETS”, or else it will interfere with the cosmic currents of what UR attempting 2 do. OK, you get your LOW 1-18 bet down and lose with 30 red even high coming out. You lost your first of 3 possible bets and R on the 100 dollar base betting level of 100/200/400. Now U must ask the same quantum-card deck another question. U ask now, should I bet ODD. The cards give you a ‘YES’ response. U now find a table waiting 2 go into action, and get 200 smacks or 2 black color chips on the ODD area on the game layout. The number comes out 21 odd red high, winning U 200, and since U lost 100, you now made $100.00. Never change card decks when in the middle of any stringing questioning sequences. Each and every deck that U use is totally separate from each other, and none of them R in any way running in the same currents of quantitative energy, relative 2 what UR doing with these decks of cards. Just 4 mentioning a tiny bit of this to someone during lunch break at r\the SORA class yesterday the 8th, when I walked out of the building, I took an aerial siege like I have not seen in a quarter of a fucking century, but even when I do not talk, they love to torment and torture me, so what the fuck really is the damn difference? The very first of the 3 days in the class around 11:30AM some enemy in the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE CLUB OF SUBSCUM, or MOCOS, should B snot sucking mucus as that is what both they and their rotten mother’s R, but aniwho, they thought it was real funny 2 set off a fire alarm in the building. I can count on this, as it happened every time I ever took a girl to a hotel room back in the nineties, and in many other situations that R2 numerous 2 name presently, as they know that they can get away with this, so they do it, it is just that fucking simple, they are total fucking jerk offs!!!! I leave the building and walk up towards the beach from the building where the classes were held in North Atlantic City, and 2 thumb in the ass kemtrails started crossing over me in the skies directly above me from left north, heading right south. Their maturity level would need B compared 2 a 4 year old retarded cat!!!!!!!!!!!! But all the shit they did 2 me, ok so it is getting the market to fly right back up as I all ready told you all that it will do, it is all programmed into the cosmeventuallity of the big picture equation. Nothing has been left undone. All day and night, around the fucking clock, these dirt ball incestrallites R blowing light bulbs out in my residence, wrecking any enjoyment that I attempt to have while watching my home theater by constantly sending illegal radio signals into my place and scrambling things so that will not properly operate, effect my body through isolated DNA toxins inside the kemtrails that R genetically engineered and designed 2 effect only my DNA leaving those around my proximity virtually untouched.
Imagine what they will B doing to hurt me if the American Civil Liberties Union won’t get on board and assist me soon? Starting with 1990 and going 110%=, here R the DOW JONES numbers: 90—-3614, 91—-3975, 92—-4373, 93—-4810, 94—-5291, 95—-5820, 96—-6402, 97—-7043, 98—-7747, 99—-8521, 2000—-9374, 01—-10311, 02—-11342, 03—-12476, 04—-13724, 05—-15096, 06—-16606, 07—-18267, 08—-20093. It will nearly double eventually and before the decade is over 4 crissake!!!!!! Statistical math is science, ans as Ed Green on LAW AND ORDER says, “U can’t even argue with that”. So, thanks 2 my parallel event nightmare that the evil BRIGGER CULT is behind, my doom is fate-sealed. Phillies started out nice, sure they did, but now thanx to all the hell they R putting me through, notice, as I said, they R going 2 total shit, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS NEW??????????? A cool dude named Bruce who loved 2 cheat me in Monopoly games back in 1972 and 1973, took a pen apart and cut the top off of the ink plastic holder, placed it onto the capstan of a cassette recorder and told me to say something. I had no idea at 17 or 18, that doing this expanded the area that the tape was sliding through, and speeding it up. He hit rewind and took out the piece of cut plastic from the recorder and told me 2 play it back. I almost got a heart attack. We took our trick into school and got teachers and students alike 2 say things and then we would play it back, making them sound like a huge mafia thug, as naturally, with the machine running the programmed sound at a slower speed than when it was recorded, made us all sound wild and cool, and kind of thug-like, U know, tough with real low voices. The speed altered with this trick, not a lot, just enough however, so as to keep the speech intelligible and not too absurd, yet wo, did it sound cool. This was how I began creating made up characters and conversing with them, keeping the pen piece out when I would speak, and add it in when the other character spoke. This is how Shorty MacInvondi got created, along with other details not mentionable today, as I must go off shortly to work, and time is very limited.
The laws of magnetic percentage state basically that however an event commences and continues, determines how it will complete. It is 6:55 PM and the death angel just passed by me on the right side, when this happens, left or right side, normal hearing cuts out, and is instantly replaced by a nasty high whining sound from deep within the ear. Death does not come from outside, but inside, and so does life. It is not legal 4 me to get too specific here, but right now, I have a formula to take, you put about 5 teaspoonful dosages into your orange or grape juice, mix it up, drink it down, and lie down and go to sleep. You will not wake up for 6 hours. In these 6 hours, U can do anything U want with no limitation, from an inner world, the real one, the astral one, what ever U call it. I cannot use, admit to using, offer to another, attempt to patent, and the list is endless, on what I cannot do by law of the great US of A, yet in these 6 hours, an entire lifetime can B lived and talk about heaven, U name it, it is yours and U can do it and have it, again, with limitations, even a blind or deaf person, can see and hear and is not in any way inhibited by physical world limitations, gravity, pain, death, and on and on. It is a simple formula, and I could bring the world endless joy. But our god, the great SSJKK, has told our invading controllers to never permit its usage. Just try telling someone in a large group, the beginnings of it, and U can get the hell beat out of U. All of everything is controlled. This god wants us all miserable, tells us we all R sinners and no good, and eating from the tree of life and knowledge brings us pain and death. All I can add to much of this 4 right now is, believe it or not, she is not lying 2 anyone, Stacey is not a liar, and believe me, she detests prevaricators. Now, if we all R using Sports and Entertainment traps 2 lose and distract ourselves, what is the difference or the big wrong in my formula? Simple, it is mine. U cannot begin 2 grasp the full power 2 much of what I say and this is why after MFMS 60 ends, MORIANITY will end. The site will live, but on it will B my last and final blog, no, not the message to the mortal world, they R not listening. I know who is, and I know what must now B done. Nothing will B chapter named nor numbered in any way, just opened for the record with the date and time as we mortals recognize this time dimension here on this planet. I have an atomically duplicated or kerlian copy, KECO, as we call it in much of the hyper-spacial transdimensionality, of your special weapon Mister McGuire. What U do not know is that I wrote a letter to Mr. Hawking and told about your great secrets that all of you sick invading monstrous filth are trying 2 keep back and away from all the rest of us, but you have been exposed. Copies R in 4 Swiss safety deposit boxes, 2 in Commerce Bank accounts, none under my name, and ten R buried in the pine barrens of New Jersey about 4 feet deep, inside strong boxes. This worm hole thing, your mighty secret, is all coming out, and soon, I will prove to the inhabitants of the world, just who the all mighty God is here on Earth, in a human form. You will only control her a little while longer, and from one dog to another, bottom one to top one, it will all come out soon, every detail. You may have one of the family on your staff and under Lamist Brigger Cult control, but I am telling the big secret now, and if the SS wants 2 come and take me away, B my guest. First, sea water and blood is the same thing except 4 one tiny missing ingredient that keeps them from not being, oil. A precise unknown formula can mix the right amount of oil with ordinary sea water, and in a process involving running electricity into the mix at certain voltages and frequencies, it becomes blood plasma, after-all, we all came from the sea, our real mother, the great Sarah-Stacey. When I shortly do something, the world will go up side down, and they know it, and this is why a plane is currently taking Eddie Himacane’s roof off, and has been circling now for 10 minutes or so, at 7:20PM.
The scum bags broke into my residence last weekend and broke my fan, then they pushed a button on the back of my digital clock called the centinal switch, changing the hour readout display to give the time in a military way, example, after 12:59 PM, it went to 13:00, not 1P. Last night they blew 2 lamp bulbs while I was asleep, each 25 watters, and I awakened around 4 in the fucking morning in total darkness. Crissake, is Ambien trying to drive me so nuts I tell some really huge secrets about the drug industry, stuff that my old pal Mr. Trudeau does not even know???? Soon, the world will know so many dirty secrets, no closet will B sufficient 2 hide in. There R 3 women, now extremely famous, that all threatened 2 gang rape me when I was in a park not that long ago late last century. Makes U wonder Y some of them out there R pulling these crazy BS stunts, does it not? U do not want 2 know what I could say here. Entire families R usually nuts when the offspring’s R, and mental illness, still hidden in closets, since people R so mean and nasty about so many things that they do not fully or even partially grasp, but not that long ago, hidden to the point of death, mental illnesses were always known to run in families. They do not run as in genetically, that is total bull shit. 99% of illnesses like this R being caused those that R indeed afflicted by it, only the few brain damaged cases from accident or births, R really legitimate mental illnesses. All this other shit is caused, and being intentionally done to and given to us. I would not say what I am not able to prove, but KS, I am a bit disappointed in my best friend. U of all people know I am being tortured inside a created nightmare, and need 4U to assist me with what we talked about 3 weeks or so back. My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things, not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2 what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill, but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30 seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things, and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
Friday, March 02, 2007
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE STUPID RHYMES-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change? People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ‘ARLANTIC’, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy’s, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn’t C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin’!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at http://www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming’s occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant’s. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change? People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the ‘ARLANTIC’, error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy’s, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo’s time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn’t C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin’!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at http://www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming’s occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant’s. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
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- Name:theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can
honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live
or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through
hyperspace, with awareness
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People,
how can anyone read these old blogs that you can verify by going
up on the original posts that are dated, that the things I have
said are lies? I did not put all the things in RED PRINT that
proves this to my satisfaction, but I could have checker-boarded
this work a lot more if I had wanted to folks.
None
of you have any idea what is going on with me and the IF, or
(Interaction forces), as they pertain to my sanctioning from
living a normal life. But one thing tells me I have a small
laugh out of this. Countries like Misses Mobile Korea of the
AT&T eighties, they know, because they can relate. I don’t
accuse America, or its powerful great citizens of anything, but
I am not stupid, and it does fucking offend the hell out of me
that you all think you can do all of this to me all this time,
and I don’t have a clue what is going on, like I’m nothing
but a fucked up total ass retard or something,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
received a telephone call back on Monday morning from the
recording place that I have been going to since the end of 2010,
while living up on 26th Street and Avenue E, at the
home operated by the weird social worker and her weird father,
April Lee and Raymond Bailey, with that very wild corporate name
that would appear on canceled rent checks. But rather than go
off on nine billion fucking tangents, let’s stick to the topic
at hand. This shows my life is beyond those Serling high piano
notes, as once I say anything, each part of it is a story,
inside another story, inside another story, and seemingly on
without any end in god dam sight, good folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the Avalon Studio.
I
was called by my engineer on Monday morning and told that they
no longer will be operating as they did before, and that the
BonJovi technology that they are known globally for, will be all
they will be concentrating on, it is something that enhances
sound, and has applications in numerous fields, from aviation to
medical to you name it, and recording music is not going to be
done any more. They are the only studio in the county, and that
wraps up my doing anything in music. However, since we had a
deal that I was coming over in the middle of May to do another
project and pay for the old project from a year ago, and since
they are dismantling everything now, my entire project is ‘on
the house’, sort of like a big professional gambler being
comped by the casino, only real high rollers would get a 500
dollar or better deal, so I on one hand have lost a lot, but on
the other, have saved a lot. Still, I hate taking things for
free, but if I did not go and get my CD, it would just be
destroyed and lost, so yesterday, Friday late afternoon, I went
to pick it up around just shy of four of the clock. It is the
best thing that they ever did for me, even though the magic art
of what I could do a long time ago cannot seemingly be
duplicated, it is very good. Remember, it is a real song and not
a harmony track, yet a three or four second part of a 1984
telephone conversation, all digitally cleaned up, was used to
get a pretty dam good sampling of the harmony track, and is a
lot better than what I posted up on the paulaking2011 channel on
Youtube back on December 18, of 2012. It is not posted up, not
is anything else down. I am in a very Lilian Green type of
situation, and I doubt if she is reading this, that she has a
clue what I mean, and I know that no on else does, but I do not
ever forget anything, right down to hearing her on a telephone
speaking of these things, while I could not make up my mind
about signing a lease to live in the Public Housing building in
Atlantic City back around 2002 somewhere around the summer time,
and she said to the person that she was speaking to, something
about a power struggle, and was giving me that wild look
simultaneously, that only Mary Tyler Moore and her friends on
that network understand and get all this, as it matches the look
on the face of the dude in that movie from 1996 called, “Night
of the Twisters”, and the heavyset man standing outside the
bank in town, and the dude who was just denied a loan, if that
sounds familiar to anyone, was walking out, Mister Hatch, and he
was holding a radio and standing there staring like he knew
something that nobody else did, and on the radio was a weather
bulletin regarding the approaching wild weather into their area.
David Roth and I called these type of strange peeps that we
would encounter as well, only in our real life, ”Pop Ups”,
and or, “Send Backs”. I won’t go postal here with this,
but I know that an entire book could be written on just what I
have opened up right here on this short one little blog about
these type of incidents, and the movie on the MTM Network from
good old time travel rubberepairman 1996, who was a boy then,
and can still come to me as a boy and does, only in 2010 down
here in Florida, my memory, AGAIN was fucked with big time, and
who are we talking about, Mister Ed Duke Patty??????????????????
It is time I tell you that I know exactly what happened that day
as I was filling the coolers with Gatorade up at the great
twenty-fifth Street, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
Yes folks, I have a daughter who goes beyond any possible way
for me to adequately describe, and she knows it, and I also know
that she knows that I know it. Yes, I said THAT, not WHAT,
imagine that, it was typed before I could even stop myself, so I
figure, let’s leave it on here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
took a short nap, it is now nearly half past seven on Saturday
morning, and my area is under a chemtrail attack, not a real bad
one, but it is out there, as it was yesterday as well, but by
mid afternoon, was all for the most part, dissipating away.
There is no real magic to the chemtrail phenomenon other than
for the fact that it is used as a harassment and a health
destroyer, as these jet fuels are a mixture of kerosine’s and
propane’s and other nasty shit, and when they dump it to get
lighter loads for landings, it freezes in the air immediately,
in a new atmosphere that is indeed warming up, but not through
anything mankind is doing, or let me say, our effect is so
miniscule, it is like adding thimblefuls of water to an empty
bathtub and anticipating taking a nice bath in a short while.
Cut me a fucking break, Marge Leo and Al Buttwipe Gore!
Folks,
we have not scratched the surface of Isiscylla and her family,
my WOMO-M2F enemies, the real 7+ years of my blog story that go
a lot deeper than anything written on the actual blogs so far,
memories and time manipulation through hyperspace and the fourth
and fifth dimensions, but I’ll fucking tell this much of it
right now. Things are NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE FOLKS, not for
me, and believe it or not, NOT FOR YOU EITHER, YO!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
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BLOG URLS 2006-2013
Jupiter
Inlet welcomes all of you, leprechauns and all, especially
tomorrow the seventeenth.
I
do not want to get into any details, but I will tell you a few
things about all this and keep it real short for right now. For
a while, everything was all about my car and being vandalized by
hoodlums and thugs from the hood here. Suddenly, with or without
seeing any Walmart stores, POOF, it switches to major problems
with my housing and inspection. Then again, POOF, the other day,
DM did not even come up to the apartment at all, and I woke up
late in the morning just in the nick of time to dress myself and
hurry down the freaking elevator and into her office with some
more paper work, and she told her assistant to come up and check
things, and she would not have cared if I had made the stuff
even worse, it was as though the energy of the individual
problems and hassles that were striking me one after another,
were magically created for a certain amount of days and hours,
and then with every bit as much mystery and intrigue and
weirdness, POOF, it would switch off and onto a new thing, and I
am talking about in ways that a fucking moron retard would not
be able to ignore and would totally observe and notice,
blindfolded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am willing to say is the more I
mess with Isiscylla, the worse she will make it for me, so as I
told the copyright office back in the late spring or early
summer in 1983, and in reiteration now to its maxed out fucking
epitome, and without Dawn-Marie King getting too excited in or
out of her letters to me, UNCLE-UNCLE-UNCLE. Yeah, good old
Christmas lights and websites, oh boy, I just said I’d quit
fucking with her, sorry, YO!!!!!!!
©
BLOG URLS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2013, DUHHH!
Now
we will examine how my WOMO enemies, MIND-HACKED me, with
their powerful ETTOS-PAWM-PIE system, while I was doing the past
blog of Chapter-9. After this, we will move on to discuss more
stuff. JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA, MY LOVELY GIANT NIGHT LADY OF
THE NINETIES; THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES, IS FLYING UP
EVERY SINGLE DAY. IT HAS BEEN ONLY UP FOR NEARLY A MONTH
NOW WITH MAYBE THREE DAYS OF EXCEPTION. THIS SUPER MONSTER BULL
RALLY IS EXACTLY TOLD AND PREDICTED, OR WAS, BY ME, THE
MOUNTAINPEN; THE CRAZY CURSING DUDE OF WFMU, AND ALL OF HIS
PALS. In case my message is not getting across since not one
person has commented and given me my props, I will have to do it
all by myself, and guess what folks, I am not one tiny little
bit mother fucking shy about doing just fucking THAT!
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
One
thing about me, I may pen name myself as many folks do on many
online sites with various screen names, such as Mountainpen, but
I would never think of calling myself the name of some world
famous recording artist, like Jason Forrest did. Yes, my mind
was hacked severely, as I said there were three things going
back to 1997, and then the fourth one went back into the Orwell
times of early 1984, at my Throat Specialist’s Northeast
Philly Office, off of Grant Avenue somewhere. The biggest one
out of all four, not three times, when this family messed with
and hacked my memory, or time itself really, thus memories would
merely correspond to the altered situation, or go blank, and the
reason for why it does one or the other, is too complex for this
blog today, so let me move on, and continue with the biggest of
all four of these things, taking place in middle June of 1996,
at my apartment, the Highview Complex, at the quad-corner of
Unhappy, Unhealthy, Kent Street, and Sicklerville Roads. I speak
of course of the great KING who came to me as Queen Paula, and
nine months later, Pee Junior was born on March the twenty-ninth
in 1997. I have totally blocked memories of the giant goddess
after she rang my doorbell at the Highview Apartments, yet my
maintenance man, Sam, asked me who my giant goddess girlfriend
was, as he almost lost his balance and fell over when he saw her
from his adjacent back yard, to quote the dude from June of
ninety-six, folks. But this story of my four big memory gap outs
does not contain a lot more of them, and this blog will not be
getting into them for now. What needs to be addressed here now
are two other powerful items. First, we are now a society that
keeps our fragile weak memories all stored on Twitter Accounts,
telling the world our business day by day, every little move we
make. Just why this all happened, I cannot give you a precise
answer right now, all though I am working on a real doozie
whopper, President Obama, my friend; and other loyal Morians out
here. What needs to get explained my good folks is simply this.
When we as a collective society, begin to keep a collective
record like this, we can access it, and most of us now, from the
time this all started, and forward as we live onward, can
reconstruct our lives a million percent more improved, by doing
this. Why they do it publicly and not privately in a diary, is
anyone’s guess, perhaps the need to feel important or popular,
but for whatever the reason, now, there is less and less
opportunity for the Exploratronic-Supermind (ES) to be able to
play lots of nasty mystical magical games with us, anywhere near
as often and as well. I was not born with my memory by the way.
I used to keep a life journal on cassette tape and had twelve
thousand taped events, not a day missing, not an hour probably.
The more I reviewed stuff, the more my unconscious mind began to
reveal to me that I will not need to record things forever, at
least for my sake. This behavior begins to alter the way the
brain works, or it did in my case. Let me just speak for myself.
After the time I came down to Florida in late 2009, it was a
perfect minute to minute memory track, all the way back. But
this is not the point. What is the point is that in this new
world of the tweety birds and the rocking robins, we all can do
this, and I believe wholeheartedly that my mind is not any
different than all of yours. As you review your journals or
Twitter accounts or whatever, you will begin to re-remember
things that were almost gone forever out of your conscious
mind’s grasp. The longer you do it and the more often you do
it with more time period to cover, the more your brain will
mysteriously rewire itself to a point where you become like a
computer remembers, and not in fragmentation and overall general
tiny pieces. My mind started doing this in the nineties, and by
2010, the hard wiring of my new brain is almost without any gaps
at all, so the few that I do have, stand out big time. Also, the
more you remember about waking life, the more you start
remembering ‘dreams’, not just ones you just had, but ones
long forgotten to you and never remembered. Then more wild stuff
happens. You remember things that the world may tell you did not
happen, only they did, in interactions with you and the IF, that
is of course, without the bread, or any other old sixties songs
of the Walgreen Pharmaceutical Chain. Go crow on that one for a
while, good people. You see, nothing is forgotten, no detail to
any day, a month ago, a year ago, 1000 years ago. This is where
it goes places where I am not ready to take all of you yet.
Keeping your mind the way it is, protects you from the hell of
too much remembering. I never said that this is some blessing,
and if I had to choose a fitting way to describe my existence, I
would say, a cursing, and even at the risk of being pigeonholed
by Twinbay; am I right Jason Forrest Fromthetrees? Seeing life
the way most of you all do, you must admit to yourself, that you
are not the person that you were, not in your life, not in your
situations, not in your surroundings, and not in your mental
personality, 5 years back, ten, fifteen, and keep going in these
multiples of fives for as long as you have lived. Those old yous
all died. The new you is the you that you are at the present
time. Do you feel dead? This barrier does not stop at a
birth-bed and a death-bed either folks. I may not be Benjamin
Franklin any longer, and I certainly am not Hitler any longer.
Where are you when I mother fucking need you, you old jerk off
unforgiving soul, Steve Murray, of Florence, New Jersey,
USAESMWG????????? So folks, let us reiterate my 4 hugest memory
gap-out strikes, since except for these times, I remember with
total clarity, all the other shit all before and after the
actual strike, and in ALL 4 CASES, JUST WHO IS INVOLVED, BUT MY
DAM DAUGHTER’S FAMILY, OR ISIS HERSELF? Listed in time order,
present time backward, and with a quick blurb insert following
the date with the event: October of 2006, while with Ed Lynch,
McGuire appears at the car window in a photo later developed,
nobody ever saw him in real life—-attack-1. February of 1997,
after leaving McGuire’s bar, forgetting the name of ‘CALLIO’
as soon as I began driving away, attack-2. June 1996, Giant P
comes to my apartment and does another rape and memory gap on me
like July 4, 1969 all over again, only she miscarries and my
younger daughter only exists in many parallel universes where
she is just about to be released from the local area famous
Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, attack-3.
Leaving the 506 Robin Hill Apartment in 1984, to drive to a very
mysterious Throat Specialist’s Office in Northeast
Philadelphia, no memory of anything except the man who examined
me and told me he could not find anything wrong with me, the
entire rest of the day blank forever, and years later in 1989, I
stumbled onto my Life Journal cassette tapes, and remember, I
even had a tape recorder permanently kept in my automobile, back
when I was keeping this life journal; and the story is not too
pretty folks, as I was diverted to a side street while trying to
drive back to I-95, after leaving the doctor, and was forced out
of my car by fake police who took me to a home with a lot of
naked African American people, living right where the windows
faced the highway, and the rest of it is so unbloggable, I would
not dare tell it, but the FBI most likely has these tapes even
as I speak, as my journal was all lost to the mighty King Branch
of THAT-FAMILY or (TAWF-70) as I also have labeled them.
Now
here is why I knew things would totally mother fucking collapse
for me in the first few months of 2013. As soon as the Hickey
Hockey Ling-Long Henry 12 Angry Men Fonda Season, resumed, just
as it did after 1994 ended and 1995 came in, remember how the
fucking markets DOUBLED IN POINT VALUE, in three tiny years,
1995-1996-1997? Remember this anyone, or do you need to check
with your Twitter Accounts, oh that’s right, your lives cannot
be accessed, as Twitter was not there back then for you. Oh yes,
the filthy fucking Philly Flyers came back super strong and
nearly clinched Lord Stanley’s Cup that short season, and I
know they’re having a super bang up season again this year,
they have to be, even though I do not follow this fucking shit
one bit, and you can see the stock market as well, making ALL
TIME RECORD HIGHS, and just as I TOLD ALL OF YOU, IS NOW
CREEPING UP ON THE 15,000 POINT MARK, and then it will reach
16000, 17000, 18000, 19000, 20000, and within three years, this
13,000 figure will double as it did before, and by mother
fucking early in 2016, the DJIA will be around 26,000 FUCKING
CUNT POINTS IN VALUE, and all by evil crooked criminal means of
destroying pathetic MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN FUCKING MOHR.
Yes,
whoever you are, friend of the dude I used to call Chester, and
who really is Frank; thank you for telling people that I am
indeed for real, and you know it, and you can see I am not
making any of this up, RIGHT DOWN TO THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET
PRICES. It is all coming to fruition, just as I said that it all
would. Too bad I cannot take everyone everywhere, with me,
24-7-365.2422; and let them see all of this for themselves;
along with about ten quintillion other wild outlandish
inconceivable huge things.
Folks,
a horrible cramp and shit attack struck me tonight around half
past seven while I was trying to enjoy the television show
called, ”The Mentalist”. I am still in pain. Recently, the
WOMO enemies have been back to striking me hard with these major
health attacks, done with total absolute stealth and black-ops
precision. Obviously, when the filthy fucking jerk off Flyers
Hockey season started up, then this had to, so that they could
re-engineer all of this all over again, and recreate 1995 all
fucking cunt lapping over again. Here we go, right © Office of
WASH-DOC-13-600? Yes Roy old buddy, just like you told me, no
one in that town can behave themselves, so they have to have the
age of consent as low as thirteen. How could our government run
if every fucking politician there in town was licked up in
fucking prison, YO? This is certainly no freaking bloody shoe
museum secret, right Vasco DeGama and Ponce Deleon? If I need to
consult more powerful peeps than this, why not just have me get
back in touch with Louis Chicky Laines and Scott Ransom?
W—–O—–W!!!!!!!!!!!! No, I think it might
be more prudent of me to locate my old friend, Margie Leo from
late in 1985, and ask her to just, as she would say so
absolutely and perfectly, “Cut me a break, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody
can say, I KNOW or WOW like my wonderful all mighty daughter,
and the entire world knows it, no matter how they do not like
it, but please bring my bank truck back, TD, I need to see it
when I go there. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER IX
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
1:45
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 14 MARCH, 2013
I
said that I would keep my mouth shut about some wild
‘pillow-talk’ done by my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr,
born in Toledo, Ohio, USAESMWG, on 10 September of 1919 and I
will, as long as certain things remain in an agreement between
the Milituforce and myself. But that does not mean that I will
not do what all children as well as adults who remember being
children once, all have mostly done when our mother would make
cake or fudge or brownies and we to quote the expression, ‘asked
to lick the bowl’, a gross thing to do, and not what we really
did, still, that was the going expression, and still appears to
be even on the most modern hip today, up to date television
shows. Yes, I cannot grab a large piece of the cake tonight, but
that does not mean I will not lick the bowl here; not after a
SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 4 COSMIC/MAGNETIC ATTACK
from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or said more up to date, the
INTERACTION FORCE, and even more modern and updated,
might be what was said all along all throughout many of my
2007-2009 blogs a lot, while back in New Jersey, the ‘ES’ or
the (Exploratronic Supermind). But first things first. I was
Microsucked shortly past midnight yesterday, Wednesday, or about
24 hours ago from right now, as I speak/type; with their
‘UPDATES’. We all get this, at least from what I have been
told, and learned recently, in the past year or two; from three
different sources; unless one uses the Apple system, over this
less expensive one, and so as usual; what else, the rich have it
better. So color me impressed, and like DUH, right Ann King, old
‘buddy’????????????????????????? WOW, did I do some powerful
scrubbing for two days, daughter of AK, or late one. I wonder
why this entire family has death dates on so many holidays.
Well, that is of course not as simple as it sounds on the
surface, huh Mister PP of SPR, now defucked?Yes folks, licking
the pan is going to be fun this morning, and since I have been
under this monster ass death attack, and MARCH of 2013 has been
beyond mother fucking putrid and horrendous for me, I am not
just going to stand idly by while these sleazy diseased twisted
jerk off maggots from hellfire, laugh and jeer and injure me
severely, and walk away so clean, leaving my nice shiny shoes
all red and blood stained; right Copyright Examiners from 2000
AD? Just imagine after you read this blog through to the end, if
I tell you now that this is just me licking the pan, not making
the large pan of fudge for a family feast, what would really all
get said if I ever go entirely off and tell the whole dam ass
thing, ladies and gentlemen?
First
off folks, I need to address the subject of the record promoter
from 1980, while I was employed at the RPL Sound Studio Labs, in
Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, by the name of Lenny William
McKinnon. Not only was he quite a fascinating ‘entity’, but
so are his vine roots as well. He may have left me with lots of
sour grapes, but that is, as Donna Diva Summer the late disco
queen may put this, neither hair, nor there! Still, when I
really go to town and tell the entire enchilada, Lads, Lassies,
Labbers, and Lab Dogs, (L-4), you’ll know it, because you will
be suddenly seeing your socks, not on your feet, and you will
not be at the Walmart Store, unless you are playing with a
tablet or PC or phone there, and happen to be viewing this blog,
by some wild ‘chance’, no such thing, there are more
leprechauns people, than there are random coincidences and pure
chance encounters of anything, so believe ‘THAT’, Rockdroid
Roddenberry. Don’t crush poor old Captain Kirk there big LURCH
RORO; as he has a daughter to take care of, and they both have
their automobiles as well to be concerned with; right Miss Lee
Farmers? Well folks, shall we get down and dirty into the
business at hand now, maitees, YARRR?????
Lenny
and his friends, invented what you call RAP MUSIC. He is no
ordinary man, and never was. He has been following me throughout
the past few millions of years, along with many others in the
ES, such as Julia White, who we all know what I believe; and I
know that nobody believes me, so you know what; that is fine for
now, but when I tell some more; you will be scratching your
head, wondering and worrying; as I am totally planning to make
this very personal, or in other words; you WILL be identifying
stuff in your own life, as soon as you fully digest this blog
chapter; and you are not going to be in a real good mood for a
while, and that’s a promise. So if you wish to skip this, and
gloss permanently over Chapter Nine, of Morianity-Part-5; this
may be a real dam good time to hit the ‘Next Blog’ button,
or simply log off of the WordPress, or Blogger, Websites. You
have been sufficiently and properly warned, so if you go nuttier
than a fruit tree in a day or two, ‘don’t even think about’
suing me, parking across from the Cifaloglio Garage, or pulling
the Trump Rug off his majesty’s great scowling frowning evil
head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk about the real 1-2-3.
As
you know, I am under a wild new attack that began as this
horrible fucking March month came in. This has been a month ever
since I was a dam ass teenager, that I have hated with a
passion, and then later on after age 30 or so; I came to despise
October with equal force and passion, and all for very real and
personal, and totally off the wall Twilight-Zone reasons; that
we need not get into on this freaking blog, good folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just last night,
Wednesday night, from seven through eight of the fucking asshole
clock, my monster ass mother fucking nabes, did nothing but slam
in and out and in and out and in and out; totally senseless
persecution of me, and I think the smarter quarter of my
audience knows exactly what is going on, and does not dismiss
these coincidences like the non fans of the great “Law &
Order” television show might.
In
addition, these rotten bastard prick scum bags, for some
time again, HAVE BEEN BACK ON A REAL ROLL OF PUMMELING ME
WITH THEIR EVIL; CONSTANT NOISE, SCREAMING, SLAMMING, IN AND
OUT, ALL DAY AND NIGHT, AND FLATTENING MY TIRE WITHOUT HELP FROM
JULLIARD MS OF MANHATTAN, OR ANY OF ITS QUITE BRIGHT PUPILS.
DOORS GO ON ALL NIGHT AGAIN NOW, THEY ARE GOING ON STILL AS I
WRITE THIS FUCKING BLOG AT 2:24 AM, AND THE MANAGEMENT WILL NOT
DO A THING TO THEM, AS THEY ALL HAVE BEEN PAID OFF OR THREATENED
OFF. Still, I was informed, that when I wish to move, if I get a
doctor’s note that my nerves are being adversely effected to
the point of injuring my general health, they will move me to
the building up north a ways on 7th Avenue, into a
unit for old and quiet peeps, like me, someone who hates music
and loud noise. So I am not ready to move yet, but soon, this is
what I will in fact be doing, just as I did in 1984, leaving 506
Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey; for 1406
Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, W—O—W.
Despite
all the hell, I made back all my lost units in my
Systems-Roulette, as I said before, and have made a small March
profit of 28 and a half freaking units. If I had not lost those
48 and a half units on that day before the Dow Jones
CROSSED-OVER into all time RECORD HIGH
TERRITORY, that caused that magnetic disaster to happen
to me, I would have a March total profit of 76 units, or in 1986
money in Atlantic City, $7,600.00 cash money, on the
black gaming level, or one hundred dollar playing chips level.
But this is of no consequence, and beginning right now today, I
am not going to be playing roulette on paper any more, and am
making plans to get to South America before the RUN AWAY SONG
WARNING strikes twice, and just ask the mother fucking
Empire State Building how many times it gets struck by Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis every year, and then the idea of
striking just twice will not seem strange and foreign to any of
you, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! And please,
no 1988 McDonald bouncing around dancers,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving right along
here good people, Lenny McKinnon and his friends from the late
seventies, were just a small part of my nearly 60 years of life
as Mountainpen, but several powerful things involved with this
dude, have altered my life in ways too major and incredible to
be intelligently discussed in any one short blog work. The
powerful people who Scott Ransom was referring to about 8 years
after Lenny McKinnon’s paths crossed mine making this the time
circa of 1988; may very well be the greatest male Disco scum
bags of their day, the BG’s. I have come to learn just
since residing here in Florida and away from an entire life up
in Jersey; that this record promoter had made some kind of a
secret deal behind my back, with Levy and Gibb, giving them the
right to my song, ‘Lost Love’, written and copyrighted by me
back in fucking ass 1977. It is all there in the Copyright
Office, but this work when lovely Donna Patterson re-did it for
me, along with her friends, Albert Pileggi, Jan Nace, Robert
Andrews, and Mister Russell of the Russell Music School across
from the Garden State Race Track, in those 1980 times, no longer
operating under that name now and for quite a while, however
good folks; you will not see my 1975 or 1977 copyrights on ‘LOST
LOVE’ and ‘SPIRIT PEACE’ songs, on my recently posted
Copyright Public Record Form, on my blogs; as it only goes back
into 1978, on that particular form. They have the other two
copyrights from 1975 and 1977 as well as my book from Halloween
Day of 1994, called, ”The Permission Barrier”, on separate
forms; or so they have informed me. I merely pass on this
information to my Blogging Audience, or my blogaud, for short.
But
the big pan lick is yet to come, and will only just open up a
gateway into your thinking, if you allow the process to begin in
your mind, called enlightenment; that is. What I will tell you
now good people is not from any book or person, no guru on top
of the Himalayan Mountains told me, no great mystical being
appeared at my bedside, no dream, no meditation, no altered
states of mind awareness, and ”no nothing”, if I can quote
lovely Diana Ross, from 1983. Before I go directly into it,
something else will be told, that will dovetail real nicely; and
leading perfectly into the topic. Before my father ‘turns the
page and dies’, Paul Michaels; or before Sidney Crown ‘has
my voice recorded’, back in 1969, to keep me from doing
mischievous mirror tricks; all this shit you see on fucking
TV about kids doing really bad shit, and becoming monsters,
is a lode of fucking crap; as I did a lot of shit that was real
bad, and so have most of my family members; and let me tell you
something. If it ever all came out, Ziggy, it would not be
simply awesome or monstrous, or reprehensible, or unspeakable.
It would be what no possible human language would ever be
able to create, and that, my friends and fiends out here; is
total fucking GOSPEL! WOLF, WOLF, WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trump this if you can, and see if you can make your mark on the
world, the way this dude has done. Oh yes Jill MacInaley, your
lovely Gong-Show twin Shorty MacInvondi Trump, is right up all
our asses, at C-SQ! I will most definitely get much more
specific and detailed on things that pertain to PHASED ENTITIES
from the spirit world (Astral-Plane), such as Shorty MacInvondi,
who used me to bring their life force into the human waking
dream-world, as opposed to the normal dreaming of getting born
and living as a baby and a toddler and a child and an adolescent
and then an adult and then stop dreaming completely one day,
just waking up where they really are. I will also tell you that
the more math and science you have under your belts, the better
you can relate to what I am about to shock you with, and you
will not like it, know that right now. Would you really like me
to lie to you and insult you that way, or tell it up front and
straight out, people? I mentioned that I have a near absolute
memory on a conscious level, minute to minute, from the present
point, all the way back to my birth. It is not all fragmented
and in pieces. You will not like it when I tell you why memory
is for the most part, that way with most of you out here. You
will want to die once I tell it, and if you can even grasp a
small part of the truth that I am about to impart. Except for a
few small times when I totally know that I was interfered with
by way of STM (SPACE-TIME-MIND), I have a totally
interference-proof, closed private circuit. They cannot mess
with me, not for a long time yet when I eventually age and fail
in this lifetime, and begin to no longer keep the ES out of my
system with a password. All of you are open circuits. You are
all living totally password unprotected. You have billions of
dollars in mind accounts in an invisible computer that you leave
on and with no password protection operating, and go outside,
and the Exploratronic Supermind comes in each time you exit your
residence, and they get on and do a million things to you. Now I
am not being literal here, this is a parable, just like my
sixty-first grandfather’s Uncle Jesus Carpenter used to use,
so that he could relay powerful truths kept hidden by the
conscious collective of the waking hyperspace reality in three
dimensions. Your 4-5-D is totally protected, but in your waking
life, you have a million gapped out pieces, and each piece
leaves you vulnerable to a STM interference by the ES
(Exploratronic Supermind). Only a few exceptions have occurred,
and world, it is by this powerful great family, every single
time. It is all on previous blogs. It happened to me and was
done by them, and the last three most recent strikes were as
follows: Ed Lynch and I went to Atlantic City to take photos for
use on my Morianity-Foundation web-page, in October of 2006, and
we both were memory gapped out, by family member Robert McGuire.
Sarah Callio and McGuire, family members, were also involved
back on 7 February in 1997, they cannot take that away from me,
as on that date the DJIA fell about 50 points because I was able
to make contact with this incredible family, but when it did me
no good, the market instantly rebounded and shot back up, you
can check and verify this information online somewhere on some
Wall Street Journal Newspaper or similar periodical source in an
archive from your local library. Anywho, I had just asked Sarah
her last name, and maiden name, and she said Callio, quite
reluctantly; and then they both made me totally forget that name
as I drove down Tennessee Avenue, before I came to the first
intersection, Pacific avenue. Every single time you cannot
remember one single minute of your time, you are a computer in
the hands of a cosmic hacker using a future known reality called
STM, to invade your beingness, and make continuous alterations
in your waking life, that effect the entire interaction of you
and me, and all of us as a whole, or a conscious waking
collective. Any tiny time that you cannot pull up in your waking
mind, you most likely have been on a trillion trillion trillion
journey’s inside of those fragmented pieces of reality, with
an unknown to this time period club and group, that will indeed
come to be known as the cosmic EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, or the
ES. Going back to my fourth gap out, where a significant part of
my day cannot be recalled, is on the day of my medical
appointment with the throat specialist just off of Grant Avenue,
in Northeast Philadelphia; back early in 1984. I was not the one
all hung up with those audio tapes, and those who were, all know
this is totally the truth. You made the big deal out of it. I
was only as far as the ‘MY’ coming out on the copyrighted
”Real Good girl” song, in August of 1986. Munch on this a
while, good folks, and watch those black ops choppers; as they
do indeed come into our urban areas. David Roth and I witnessed
a fleet of them, right near the old Sears Building, that they
later imploded, also in N.E. Philly-57-vampire sticks that fly,
huh Snyder?
This
is just a pan licking folks. This is not the big nice batch of
fudge, or cookies, or cake. This only scratches a surface on
shit that I could type on and on until the blog was 1000 Moby
fucking Dick book lengths long, YO. So in the interest of my
getting a little shut eye now, I bid you all a fond ado. I am
wasting my time with suicide. Hell goes beyond death!!!
MORIANITY-PART
5
CHAPTER
Vlll
3:10
PM-EDST, WEDNESDAY, 03/13/2003
Neighbors
have been very bad and noisy for a week or more. Death
android/angels and clock ones attacks are continuous events.
Everything that can go wrong, is going wrong. Everybody is no
good and rotten, right down to the core, and the atoms inside
the core are totally rotten as well, and I’ll argue that with
physicists.
The
reason for the bull market has nothing to do with what I was
concerned may have been. It has been because, as always, all
attempts by me to pursue MUSIC, in any WAY, SHAPE or FORM, are
STOPPED AND INVISIBLY BLOCKED AND SANCTIONED, every single time,
all my mother fucking cunt eating pathetic life, by those who
must know the very same secret that I do, and also know of a
statement made by the great Plato quite a while back in time,
that is lost to history, but he said it to me when I was a
silversmith in those days, “Beware the tide that brings within
it the music message, as it will be heard the loudest and
remembered the longest”. Someone is very afraid of my message,
my information, what I know; shall I go on? I know for a fact
that they are scared; and that this is why I am being totally
sanctioned, and everything that I have ever attempted to do, has
had the quintessential kibosh placed on it, by Scott Ransom, and
his ‘very powerful and disgruntled people’. I look very
forward to my coming death. It will release me very soon, from
the horrible nightmare of human life as Mark Wayne Mohr.
Naturally, after I am no longer here to kick into pieces of shit
by total sub squat slime scum, as I’ll be gone, then the EVIL
EMPIRE as all evil empires do, William Clinton and Secret
Service, will ”fall into history”.
Long
story short (LSS) good folks, the Avalon Studio in Port Saint
Lucie is closing to the public, and are going to be doing other
things, so I’ll no longer be able to do things there. I cannot
fight powers that go beyond the fucking stars in the fucking
heavens. Even I have a point where it is ludicrous in my own
mind to remain in a mode of foolish tenacity. Another such
example is not walking around a thousand foot brick wall, but
rather, keep banging my head on it hoping I won’t have to walk
around it. Of course I won’t. I would be dead with my brains
all smashed fucking in, right old pal Lee Marvin, dirty-sir, and
angry dozen, Jane Fonda papa? Hay, the world says NO, so it’s
no. This entire thing is controlled by an impregnable power
structure from a higher realm and reality, who I know personally
as the Lambrigger Cult of the Briggbase of the Province Olympia
Phase-2 or the (spirit world, or Astral-Plane). You know people,
it is like taking a gun and taking a box of amo bullets. Which
is more powerful, the bullets or the gun? Nobody is strong
enough to throw the bullets hard enough to cause very much
damage and injury. The gun will sit there empty all shiny and
harmless by itself, as well. The logic in this little diddy is
not complex, all though figuring out what is missing here may in
fact be more elusive and difficult to locate, than untying the
fabled Gordian knot, that cannot ever be untied. A dummy can see
that you take the bullets and the gun, and you have a weapon.
You take the driver and the automobile, and you get a reliable
way to transport people. Separate from each other, the person
walks and the car stays parked. Nothing is wrong with either one
of these items, but somehow they are not connecting up
correctly. Well if something is being intentionally blocked and
sanctioned, that is a great explanation for many things. But it
still leaves the powerful fucking unanswered question of but who
is causing this sanction blockade all of my life, and more to
the point, exactly for what purpose, WHY? I know how real all
this is, right down to people getting killed that get involved
with me, or in some cases merely scared or threatened, or
perhaps even PAID-OFF! I’ve seen it, over and over and over
again, and this does not make me a tin foil hat crazy person. I
have seen it; just like lots of folks have encountered a lot
more than just a television show, back in 1988, a great
documentary on the New York City Television Channel Eleven,
WPIX; but rather they have seen more than just this TV show in
’88. We all know what we know, what we hear, what we see, what
our lives are about; and we can be told we are wrong, or crazy,
or this or that; but we all know, unless we are legitimately
mentally fucked up and demented or brain damaged and seriously
mentally ill. I don’t have to defend my life or my position to
a soul, not the guy down the fucking road, not the governor, the
president, the POPE, not even to Isiscylla, who just sent me a
message, and fucking hacked the I in the name, not allowing it
to capitalize no matter what I did for a while. You really
impress me with your stupid ass parlor tricks, and you have no
mercy and no feelings at all, and are the epitome of hypocrites,
writing that fucking bullshit on that wall. When I am down the
most, is when you kick the living crap out of me. My creditors
are persecuting the shit out of me today. Every time they know I
am hoping for a call on the telephone, they call me ten times
that day and mess with me. So FBI, and ACLU, and FCC, how can
they know I am expecting a call, unless they are ILLEGALLY
BUGGING MY TELEPHONE, AND LISTENING IN TO MY GOD DAM PRIVATE
CONVERSATIONS; IN VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS
TO PRIVACY?
My
health is messed with, my machines are all hacked, my enemies
are on a major roll for noise attacks on me, I AM BEING
VICIOUSLY PERSECUTED BY A BUNCH OF TWISTED FILTHY DISEASED
MOTHER FUCKING SLIME BAG PEOPLE, WITH NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO
DO WITH THEIR TIME, THAN MESS WITH POOR LITTLE NOBODY ME,
yeah, some nobody, as if this was REALLY THE CASE, then THIS
WOULD NOT BE GOING ON for a half of a fucking cunt century,
ladies and freaking gentlemen; does it not stand to mother
fucking cock sucking reason?
I
plan to take my fucking life, and hope that I can remain
dead.
I have died 100 times in the past 35 years since that turn off
of Route 30 while heading over to Audrey Heller’s house in the
early nineteen eighties, that I made, and do not think I cleared
that oncoming automobile. Sooner or later, this retracing
machine has to stop copying me. Funny huh folks, they don’t
like to be soul captured, yet they fully retrace me physically
back here in this cave period. Go-Fig!
YES
I AM HERE, IT IS ME, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN.
MICHAEL
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, © BLOGS 2006-2013
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER VII
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, 2:08 AM, 13 MARCH, 2013
Ladies
and gentlemen, this was another rotten day with my horrible jerk
off nabes, but this time, it was a bate in job, and yes, planned
in advance by my new pal and future world renown entertainment
attorney, once my case is awarded a trillion dollars. This is
not a joke or a hoax, and already, a life has been lost I have
been told, and this is all that can be said, other than anyone
who in any way who is small like me, but not ‘HUNTINGTON
PROTECTED’ like me, becomes a major WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE target,
once they so much as even tell me any valuable information. This
was the case here, and the rest of the story for right now is
totally not bloggable, folks, sorry. A chosen generational
Huntington is someone picked by my starcestors long ago, Agent
G7 not open command, but WOW, someone knows what is
getting typed, as a powerful subwoofer outside is going off at
17 minutes past two in the morning, totally illegally of course,
and now has stopped, more hood enemies and Nickpals I’m quite
sure, but of course, it is not provable at this time, all
though, my new lawyer friend who we’ll call by a made up name
of Jeff Starkey, confirmed that an entire gang in this Fort
Pierce area, is under standing orders 24/7, and this is to the
best of his abilities so far to gather this bit of flagpole
information of non transdimensional reality. For a while folks,
we will be talking very three dimensionally, leaving all
dream-life in the dirt, even though to me, it is like living
with arms and legs amputated, and with one ear and one eye,
literally. This is because to me, I know the entire fifth
dimension is one truth and does all interconnect, and especially
in the more localized one percent or so of the hyperspace
realities, which could be vigintillions times vigintillions or
more. But I am hoping to get a few new converts of Morianity,
closet kept or not as this does not matter, as not that long
ago, gay and lesbian lovers, and behaviors, were also kept
deeply in the closet of our American society; but I am trying to
get people to be able to better relate, so I will have to live
all half blind and deaf and quadriplegically amputated, for
right now, on the next several blogs or so. You too Glinda and
Toto, oh-oh!
Now
stay with me peeps, I’ll try and make some of this real dam
ass easy for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David,
and listen up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I
that day up at the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in
twenty-eleven; but I am glad that I got to wash my hands of you,
dude!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
This
was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my
telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across
the hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass
loud until I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet of
course, all day long, they can shout at the top of their fucked
up lungs whenever they want to, and slam their doors, and be in
and out a million times, should they so choose to; but don’t
so much as make one tiny sound in your fucking apartment, poor
old jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg Harbor City Bacon
Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners?
Yes
my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG,
PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being
a Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I
told JP a while back at the turn of the millennium, make a total
GOD out of GAGA, and his magical numerology. It is great for
establishing baseline information but never ever live by it as
though you have a gun at your dam head, folks. Never be held
hostage to anything that we little 99ers already don’t have to
already be hostage to, without having any say over it
whatsoever. But as for Jeff Starkey, Esquire, in the near
future, in pseudonym; he will have the security footage in my
building for this day, pulled, to prove what these gang hoodie
snake vipers did, as they always do, only this time, it is
caught on video fucking tape. Slowly, again; as before my
kidnapping by the mighty elusive butterfly King branch of the
mighty mysterious TAWF, I am rebuilding my evidence file up, and
this is just the very beginning of a lot of shit that will also
follow, as baiting in my enemies is as easy to do as taking
candy away from a two year old, unless of course, they are able
to say through a telephone, sixteen years ahead in time, “I
know”. You can hate me all you want to Macy and family, but I
cannot resist the temptation to say that word right about now,
sorry; W—-O—-W!
The
stock market has not dropped one single trading day in about a
month now, or so it seems, it may have a day here and there,
maybe, but AS I TOTALLY PREDICTED GINA AND ALL OTHERS, it is
totally FLYING TO THE MOON AND THE STARS OUT BEYOND THAT, and
none of you knew it, but I KNEW IT, and there is a reason I knew
it, and it is why I was able to consistently win money playing
professional roulette back in 1986, and that is, the truth about
Parallel Event, or applying it, as in the word APE. Now this is
not some big secret, and has been told and discussed for seven
years of my blogs now. What has not been told completely is how
the total story of everything all fits together, and for a good
reason. I don’t yet have it all figured out, but I’ll admit
one thing here and now. I would bet the devil himself, my soul;
and in fact am doing so right now; that when I tell a few beyond
gargantuan things later on, it will be curtains. But I will not
tell these things, as long as the EVIL EMPIRE does not strike me
with some huge plan. There is no other possible reason for this
REAL MARCH MARKET MADNESS, taking the DJIA up to places never
before, and past where they were since nearly six full years
ago, unless some giant evil master plan is being hatched against
me, and the only thing that I can think of, is another attack on
my transportation. We all know what is being said and it goes
way beyond the Julliard Music School joke, already told. I will
agree not to tell this beyond huge secret, IF you do not mess
with me here. You can keep your rotten fucking stock market, you
evil capitalist greedy rat bastards. But as long as you do not
go after me at full blast, I’ll fucking agree not to go after
you at full blast. Even my wonderful adorable child will tell
you, that you don’t want me to do this, and nothing on my blog
as of yet even starts to tell this secret. This was in my
eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless
you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and
girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be
all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning
the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all
behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens
level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid
equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring
house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been
the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well;
GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, ‘meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot
resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always
will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One’s
Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W——–O——–W.
I have enough to blow away an army, later!
5555555555555555555555555555555555555
MORIANITY-PART-5,
CHAPTER 00006
5:55
PM-EDST, 11 MARCH, 2013, EARLY MONDAY EVENING
For
an hour or more this morning, my dirt ball nabes from across the
hallway made a horrendous lot of noise shouting and banging
doors. But this dark cloud has a very silver lining, beyond just
what my new pal and budding upcoming promising new world famous
entertainment attorney of the future after my case wins global
‘and beyond’ attention and recognition; has plans of doing
with all of this; but I ran into Debbie Marotto today after
returning from the Dollar Deals Store on Route One a mile to my
south or just about, where I needed to buy some various cleaners
that will take care of bringing my apartment up to specks in my
kitchen and bathroom, and along with the sponges and scouring
pads and all of it, cost me only a fin and change with the cut
for the governor all included. So Tomorrow, I will be a srubbin’
folks, and THAT sir Rockdroid, is a lot more than just the great
equation, and you can tell Misses Roddenberry I said so! As I
returned back to my building, Debbie was coming out to sit down
on her smoke break and shoot the shit with the residents that
sit out there as well, and I showed her what I bought and she
told me it is all perfect, and will do the job very nicely. But
the real silver lining is something that will be taking care of
my noise problem once and for all, and I will not be blogging
it. If you need to know for any reason my friend Shf. Ken
Mascara, sir, just get in touch with Resident Manager, DM, she
will inform you, and the real super frikkin WOW of all of this,
is that this all takes me back to good old Robin Hill
Apartments, and 1984; and this blog most certainly, US ©
Office; is FOR THE RECORD, ON THE RECORD, and yes folks,
BY THE RECORD. Another WOW is most definitely needed here, yet a
lot of my following Morians may be scratching their heads, but
oh well; I’ll be getting into a lot more than just better
explanations of this, as the hours and days continue to keep
ticking on and on and on and on, YO!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I really do miss my wonderful ‘WOW
TRUCKS’, TD BANK. Please bring one back, so I can see it when
I go over to do my banking. It is the only thing I have to keep
me close to the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle; as in her human
form, she totally hates my guts. Ain’t life grand, David
Bally?
Yes
dudes and duddesses, I AM SURE THAT WALL STREET IS
GETTING ITS WAY, as this was another
horrific frikkin weekend, and everyone of them now will be;
unless the sheriff and the police can do something to
protect me better on weekends; knowing how this evil Wall Street
operates!!
MORIANITY-5,
CHAPTER 00005
5:28
PM-EDST, SUNDAY, 10 MARCH, 2013
STARTING
BLOG, ON ANOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE
ATTACK, SIR SHF. K. MASCARA
All
day today, there is one fire alarm after another being
INTENTIONALLY SET OFF, it is not a PHA test, as the fire trucks
come here each and every time, so some resident is doing this on
purpose. Never ever, unless it is a test, that is run on that
day, in my two years here now; have there been FOUR FIRE ALARMS
IN ONE DAY, AND WITHIN ABOUT 4 OR FIVE HOURS OF TIME PERIOD.
The
scum across the hall are shouting, and are in and out with their
loud booming ass doors as well, but I can almost understand it
when this many mother fucking fire alarms are going off today.
It just now stopped, this FOURTH FUCKING ONE, and the fire truck
is outside of the building, for the fourth time now. It is 22
minutes past fucking four this late afternoon. This is about the
worst and noisiest Sunday ever, but notice peeps; EVERY FUCKING
SUNDAY FOR A MONTH OR TWO NOW, SINCE THIS SUPER DOW JONES
BULL RALLY THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL, all began, THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE has struck me with severe deadly fucking
pummeling and death siege, so that they can get these huge
ICPE-APE results on the following BUSINESS FUCKING WEEK, ON
THEIR DIRT BAG TOTALLY FUCKING CHEATED STOCK
MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I will quickly tell you two things. First of all, my new
lawyer pal, that will be fresh out of college in the first week
this May, and who is going to help me to sue these WOMO ENEMIES
FOR ONE TRILLION DOLLARS, after proving a lifelong
fucking pattern, of unspeakable and unthinkable persecution that
is worse than what was done to all of the Jews combined who
suffered under Hitler; and this is truth so help me ALL MIGHTY
GODDESS ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE; and he told me
that WOMO will probably do this very exact thing to me this very
weekend, and he has a buddy over in our local Fort Pierce Fire
Company, so as a collaboration, this will ALL FIT SUPER DYNAMITE
PERFECTLY, RIGHT INTO MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS, ladies and
freaking gentlemen, YO YO YO YO. So go chew on this little tid
bit of indigestion juice, you twat lapping fucking bastard
enemies from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bounce that all
around, YO YO Nothing Prophets, of fucking McDonald Dancing
1988′ers, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The
second thing now, is ‘thisssssssssss’, Miss Erica ‘AMC’
Snakes of 1983, WOW! The second thing is that when I shortly
blog some major previous three week GAWNUM EQUATIONS from good
old pussy cat GAGA, well, let me just say that maybe you should
brace for a real roller coaster ride on Wall Street, when I do,
and also, here are the already provable facts about the folks
trying to get me thrown into the street. They have admitted on
tape, to a private investigator, who they think is their friend,
well until they all read this fucking blog; about taking the air
out of my rear automobile tire, as well as put dozens of cock
roaches into my apartment, and one of their friends is indeed,
or was at that time, with the PHA, and has been recently fired
for misconduct, and Sheriff Mascara sir, I need a lot of help
from these HORRIBLE FUCKING THUGS SIR, and also, I cannot
in good conscience tell whether this man lost his position with
the PH Authority for coming in here and letting dozens of roach
babies loose in my apartment about ten months or so ago, or if
it was totally an unrelated something else; but thank the
goddess that he is no longer working for the ‘PHA’.
Still, they are trying to get me on the street and homeless,
Sheriff, and I am the one who does nothing wrong and is in here
every day and night being good and quiet as a mother fucking
church-mouse, YO. This is the lifelong fucking hell that I AM
forced to endure, Roseann Neckbites, and yes, maybe if you all
were raped by an older married woman and had a crazy vamp after
you at age 14 and a half at the same time, or were they one and
the same person, as I know this star family can do miracles
beyond what Christ did when here, and just who do you think
Christ was, and why do you think the Pope really stepped down,
and should I go on, Sheriff Mascara, and others out here in the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, YO? As the lovely ‘L&O-CI’ musical
genius, and young lovely girl, would say right about now; ‘The
End’!
THE
END!
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My only chance is the promotion of my website to higher page and
place positions, and I will get the money needed at any cost, if I
have to cheat and use my future knowledge to do it. B on the look
out KS, and C how the news anchors and remote reporters R getting
more and more tongue tied as they attempt 2 report certain things,
not all things, but notice that when it happens, it is always close
to things where I could B related very near in one way or another 2
what is being said. This may B harder 2 swallow than a horse pill,
but if any human should ever try to get on the air and say anything
about me or anything pertaining to any of the things that I know
and talk about, and connect it directly back to me, within 30
seconds, a zeepee exim destruct would occur, and the only thing
left in this solar system would B chunks of broken asteroids that
used 2B inhabitable worlds. I speak the truth, as I was told this
by the GMC. They think they own this, and do not believe when I
tell them that SSJKK is really the owner/controller. Very soon, an
event will occur, and people will begin to rethink a lot of things,
and that is all I am willing to impart unto pain of torture and
death.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
What happened 2 me in 1996 at Haddonwood at the outside pool with the giant controlled integretronized flies cannot all B told ever, but these large flies have been multiwave oscillated and can never die out of physicality. Also they have learned how to turn themselves into large black planes and helicopters, when enough of them get together. This world was invaded by us when we started inventing machines that played around way too much with radio frequency generation. Get all the books written by JAMES REDFIELD, and just start there. Telephones were invented to communicate with the astral planes, and I basically use them 4 this purpose, rarely use them to talk to people here in this realm.
Once I awaken the all MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS, her memories will B in tact and she will come and take me away with her, after totally destroying anyone, or any world, that even tries to get in her way. Can any of U imagine trying to patent my machine that can turn any old person back to 20 again and keep them there? Can anyone begin 2C the panic and the craziness that would immediately ensue? Sooner or later, some jag-off who is scared 2 die, will approach me and ask 4 me to integretronize them with my multiwave oscillation cellular integrenitrizer device. All it is is a simple separation of north and south pole radio frequency all along the EMS, electromagnetic spectrum, and then it cancels all south polarized signals harmful to cellular life, and radiates all possible north ones up and down like a giant arm sliding up and down a giant piano with a million octaves on each side of the existing ones on a current piano, and of course, a step-up 100,000 watt power transformer, a neutralization MRI tunnel, a few gismos to keep the patient from being exposed to a few rads, and now since all cells are programmed perfectly to B what they R and remain endlessly dividing and multiplying like the cancerous ones automatically do, each have frequencies that keep them on track, balanced, and vibrant so 2 speak, but crunching the numbers 2 locate the ones to do this would take the best computers of tomorrow centuries 2 figure out. So since no north pole frequencies are cellularly destructive, just either neutral or the correct key that fits the locks, we isolate out all the destructive south polarizations and slide the scales with great amounts of power until all the cells in the magnetic resonance imaging tunnel have been completely re-programmed and totally effected by the radio frequency generation that programmed them into beingness in the first place. My machine is in 24 pieces, none of which R in my residence, and only I know exactly how 2 put it together and make it properly operate. Over the weekend last week, all my colored Christmas lights, that I use year round, as colored light is an automatic mood elevator, suddenly brightened to 3 times their norms, and grew deep pink in hue, and after 5 seconds, returned to normal as if nothing ever happened. Then the phone rings and I pick it up. A voice says to me, “if pink is not pretty enough, how about purple”. Then, click, and soon after, just a dial tone. Ever since, I am getting loud static on my line, and strange sounds of other types as well. When I try to call to retrieve a message from the Verizon answer call system, if the siege is bad as it has lately really been bad, I always hear a loud ‘CLINK’ sound right B4 the opening message welcoming me to their service. When I am not under the super siege, I do not, and as I have repeatedly said, we opened the door into their world through radio frequency, and the invasion began, basically around the end of the 19 forties, same as the rash of UFO sightings, none of which by any means is a coincidence.
I am tired and hungry, and must work tonight, I could tell so fucking much if I had more time, but the clocks R indeed ticking, so BROWN COW KALI, my teen queen BEG, I beg U2 stop hating me so much, U loved me back in the 19 sixties. Remember, I don’t think I can go for any of this, and I can B invisible around U all over, not just while U cross those RR tracks in your car with your girl friend ten years ago. Just when U think I am not there KALI, there I am BROWN EYED GIRL.
Friday, March 02, 2007
MOVEMENTSTAGE
# 57, AND NO MORE STUPID RHYMES-
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
The death siege that I am under is bad beyond words, and this computer is all fucked up, letters missing, space bar not properly spacing, and all sorts of changes and hacks have been done 2 this laptop. All things that go wrong are done by forces not understood at all by mankind, as U all take it 4 granted that age and wearing out is just the norm of things and none of this is the case in reality. I was disappointed the other day that people closest 2 me R allowing themselves 2B influenced by the unimportant things of this world that will all burn up and pass away in their temporal states, and contain no eternal value at all. So I am going to contact Verizon and pay to have my website put higher up on the keyword list in pages and ratings, so that more net surfers can at least log on and either like or dislike Morianity. I will not continue in time wasting efforts. Ed seems 2 think of me as a fool, it is quite insulting. I have a life 2 get on with, and if this project does not produce some kind of results, then it is time to move on,as people always give me this advice, when it so suits them to give it to me. If the few closest people don’t think much of what I am trying 2 do, then I am being nothing more than the absolute fool, and I refuse 2 continue in this nonproductive endeavor.
I have been reamed and pummeled ever since the blue chips got knocked on their fucking ass back on Tuesday, with constant continuous choppers, planes, utility attacks, body attacks, neighborhood attacks, and on and on. Every single time they chopper me to death at my residence during the start of a filthy cheated FLYERS game, they win, as they did last night, snapping a six game losing streak. At 10:10 Callio time, in the morning, a super noisy truck came through my residence area, with some scum bag driver hollering as loud as he could, and making incredible noise and waking me up. Then I turn on the nightly Business Report on Philadelphia’s channel 12 TV station, and sure enough the Dow Jones Stock Market shot down at the opening bell to more than another 200 points, so what do they do, but persecute me to get it back up, it is as dependable and predictable as a thousand dollar clock. Boom, right back up it went after disturbing me, and aerial harassment followed the noise on the ground, typical military filth dirty tactics, a combo air and ground assault, launched in a precise planned execution. On Wednesday, Ed H. and I went down to my security office so I could fill out some paperwork, regarding, no, not Sara, but Sora. Governor Corzine of NJ and all of my Trenton enemies in general as well as local township and county enemies, could all get a double laugh on me, first by inconveniencing me with this school crap and money out of my own pocket 4 my training and additional finger printing, when my prints R all ready on 197 different files in 3 or more states, and probably federally; as when U make security your line of work, this happens; but they make U pay each time, come on, do finger prints change?
People do on occasion try some wild shit like acid burning, cut scaring, and several other methods of attempting to alter or disguise prints, but one look at a persons hands by any law enforcement expert will immediately reveal that my hands are perfectly in order. This all is just more ways 4 the state and everyone else 2 endlessly keep taking all of our money, or what little people in the circles that I move in, have or don’t have, 2 start with. Ed told me just now that he will soon try 2 get a new key pad, as letters and spaces are not coming out as they should, I know when I am not imagining things, I do not have an imagination. It was Ed on Wednesday afternoon who first noticed a low flying red helicopter flying near us. We had just used a credit card 2 purchase gasoline, and then we got on the on ramp for the NJ Parkway, at the Black Horse Pike, right past the MOBIL gasoline station that we just left. They instantly track us through the internet credit system once a card is used 2 purchase anything, I noticed this 10 and 15 years ago, and has been confirmed on shows and movies like LAW AND ORDER, and CONSPERACY THEORY, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. Ed Snyder belongs behind prison bars 4 all the civil rights violations done against me to get his shitty cheating Flyers Hockey team 2 win, and without me 2 hurt and mess with and persecute and harass, they will not win, and they know it, so where was my freaking protection last night people, whoever is seemingly secretly watching me? CY they were able 2 win, U 4 whatever reasons obviously could not B there 2 help me last night or all day, and C how they instantly gained back all the points that they lost on the market with that super ten past ten AM hell siege? There is nothing made up here, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, and if the SECURITIES AND EXCHANGE COMMISSION Office in Manhattan, NY, remains complicit in its malfeasance of enforcing this 2 all B stopped against me, then they as well will B held criminally liable in my joint deep pocked law suit someday, against these twisted sick diseased monsters that have wrecked my entire adult life 4 a quarter of a century. I will sue U all for no less than 30 billion USD, or 4 Jersey Jury Award, which I will remind the grand jury that one exploding gas tank got 5 billion dollars for the dude, and this torture has been endured by me, ruining every facet of my entire adult life, financially, socially, psychologically, and is so awful that I have let all normal things like daily grooming and interests and hobbies, all go by the way side, literally these sick bastards have robbed and raped me out of my life, that was not theirs 2 give nor take away from me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U must try 2C the fact that life and mysteries work indeed similarly 2 a picture puzzle one might purchase at a game and toy store. U have the picture, so now putting the pieces together, though admitantly is not always a 1-2-3 thing 2 accomplish, still the picture is your guide, and eventually, the puzzle gets done and matches the photo on the puzzle box. I have lived a life in my present and current human existence that I must do the opposite, always, and without a choice. I have to make pieces of life-stuff around me seem to at least in some ways, come or fit together, and then when they do, I draw the pictures that they become. I have no help, no guide, and 4 those remembering the original
Star trek, even the mighty-minded Tallosions, needed a guide to put the young beauty queen ship-crash survivor back together properly, and as they admitted, or she said it, “they had no guide, no way 2 know how 2 properly put me back together”. This is every bit my very similar problem. There are no previously charted waters here, no points of any reference at all in any way. 4 me, all there is 2 do, is carefully examine millions of events and things and interactions happening all around me and at me, and shuffle all sorts of combinations around, eventually, pushing pieces into each other, discarding others all together, retesting, re-examining, and repeating the process, until eventually, at least some small picture of what is going on with me, starts 2 at least form in a small blurry way, still in great need of endless enhancement and improvement, and with more discarded pieces, and more new ones, more shuffling and fitting, and finally, I get some of these great and enlightened answers that U read from my blogs. It did not just tap me on the shoulder and say, hay, it is like this ass hole. Does anyone remember the old black and white Superman show, and the episode of the crooks who could render themselves invisible with some wild light bending device? By carrying a coin that was empowered by this machine, they could B made invisible, or turned back to visibility again. Remember the conversation between Inspector Henderson and Clark Kent, after the incident in the jewelry shop where the door opens and closes by itself, and they later return to Henderson’s office? Kent says to the Inspector, “if we weren’t being realistic, what would B the only logical conclusion to all of this”. Then the Inspector says back to Kent,”That’s easy, the thieves are invisible”, and then let out a laugh. But Kent was not laughing. He knew that when something fits and nothing else does, and it explains things going on around U, then no matter how far out the explanation is, it should not B ruled out, and needs 2B very carefully examined. This same thing is what is forever ongoing with me, but B4 continuing, a strange and spurious occurrence just hit 4 no good reason. The page was moving as though I had my hand held down on the enter key which I definitely did not, and the mouse stopped operating. I did not unplug this mouse from the board, but it got unplugged, and not from the table moving a moment ago as ED suggested, as that happened 5 minutes ago, and then is not when this wild crap happened. Some dirty scummy bastard snake-cum eater did this hack 2 me, and now let me talk about hacks and hackers.
Many people quote this exact sentence, “hackers come from another planet”. Well, this may not B so totally off base, not that any other planet contains anything that would remotely resemble what we on this one would begin 2 equate with life. Still, they do love 2 play GAMES, they are MISCHIEFIOUSLY DESTRUCTIVE, and do things JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN, and these 3 prerequisites R a great starting list in the identification of MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, OR BIRGGBASE RESIDENTS. GGGffffffffggggggggghhhhhhTTTT, Yea they R fucking hacking me and violating my civil rights as we speak, they changed the printing font that I am attempting 2 use, and this occurred the second that I tried 2 use my mouse 2 correct for the space bar not properly spacing. This is probably the last blog in a while, it is all a joke on me, an I am not laughing. No one is interested in one thing I say, someone who has existed forever an ever.
I started alluding to the field of examining the mind, and now they fucking R hacking the dddddd, cannot make this key work, Ed needs to quit smoking and dropping ash on it. The excuse or pretext 4 them to fuck with some things should never B easily and readily given 2 these cock suckers. Ever since I told all of the human race the truth about radio frequency and all the strange things surrounding this phenomenon, all Dogtown has broken loose 4 me, I am as of today 3 straight fucking super BOTBAR days back 2 back, and going through more hell than anyone can fathom. I have decided 2 throw myself in front of the Gamblers Express Train, sometime this weekend when ‘they’ least expect it, hopefully preventing them from un-creating the event, although I pretty much believe that this process happens 2 me automatically, death just hates my fucking guts, and they love watching me suffer in this sick hellish reality show just too fucking much, but if it works, I will B dead and gone by fucking Monday at 2 Ante’ Meridian. The entertainment world [EW] started not much later than the field of mind study, or psychology. These 2 things are the invader’s tools, they R used by them to LABEL anyone who gets onto what they do and tries to tell about it, read the chapter called, MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A NUT, in the book by Dr. Bruce Goldberg, called, TIME TRAVELLERS FROM OUR FUTURE.
Despite everything they have done 2 me since the tail end of January when things that all ready were very bad 4 me, got quantitatively worse, my roulette remains unaffected. I have played 170 old games that all lost on varying other systems, and have also played 38 additional new games, and even with the green house losses factored into the numbers, my approximate profits in units, which could be $5 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $25 chips, 2 of them, $100 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, $500 chips, 2 of them, 3 of them, or 4 of them; is more than 220. On single black $100.00 level, this is 100X220 or 22X1 +3 zeros, or 220,000 clams. Average spins per game in this system is about 37. So 37X208 total games=total spins. I will not tell U what this newest system is, but I am happy enough with it 2 tell U that if my suicide this weekend that I have all planned out should fail, sometime by middle March, I will B moving near the shore, and going back to the fucking Atlantic City, not the 'ARLANTIC', error on a prior blog, casinos, and returning 2 my professional roulette playing, fuck all of U. If using ASAPART, and only using SO, or same odds, SONONART, with only 50/50 chance questions asked of numerous QUANTUMCARD decks, winning up to ten times for every 7 times lost, more than making up for 0 and 00 outcomes, can B done consistently simply by employing a [3-stage-mini-martingale], of 1-2-4-units, stopping at all -7 losses, and just waiting for either 2 [C] correct, or 2 [I] incorrect outcomes 2 occur. Then bet that the correct or incorrect outcome string will either B a 3-string, a 4-string, or a 5-string. Never try this on regular play with outside even chance roulette betting, you will get long run play hammered worse than I get hammered by my PARALLEL EVENT PERSECUTOR LAMBRIGG CULTSCUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not a system, and is just an additional tool in using the technology of ASAPART, and maybe at a later time, I will go on 2 tell my Morians, if any exist, which I am starting 2 find highly doubtful, about how 2 make this system operate and generate a winning in long run casino play.
Another error from a prior blog from several stage movements back, it was a MILITUFORCE CHOPPER, and not a FOUNDATION CHOPPER that assaulted me, the gods, where was my protection when I needed it this week? The Flyers are the worst lousiest cheating team in the league, and without me to count on 2 persecute, I would need 2C them win a game fair and square, 2 believe it. I know the power of PE, parallel event. In June of 1980, on the very first week, a tape recorder was delivered 2 me, a PANASONICS TECHNICS RS1500US, at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It was ordered by me from a Manhattan New York City supplier called MARTIN AUDIO VIDEO. Right after it came by Parcel truck service, and I opened up the box 2 connect it into my complex series of machines and plugs and buses, and on and on, I went 2 bed after coming back from my job at the recording studio, RPL, on my 4:30-1AM, and fell into the strangest and creepiest sleep of my life. I was with the most beautiful brunet giant girl I ever saw in my life, with bright giant sized brown eyes, and long voluminous shinny brilliant light brown hair down past her knees, up from her full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, with sneakers on, and I mean straight and flat. She sang a song 2 me that blew me away, using 3 different instruments, mostly her Enzemeter and her Loot. It was called [LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS]. My entire life changed as a result of getting this Martin Audio/Video store device delivered 2 my residence. MARTIN/O, yeah, MARTIN, then just add the O, as Sarah Callio married MARTINO, and yes, he is a direct relation in a first cousin line to Al Martino, friend of Dean Martin, Old Blue Eyes from HOBO, NJ, and on and on.
Last night’s 8:14 ½ Post Meridian of the clock [O’clock], major crash level zenithing and loud home shaking chopper, cheated their filthy FLYERS into a victory and snapped their 6 GLS. Then earlier 10 hours or so at ten past ten in the morning, the major ground and immediately following aerial sieges, brought the Dow that fell 200 points directly in the short time after the opening bell, right back practically 2 where it was. And U all don’t think that I have a legitimate grievance, complaint, and court case some day, against all these filthy fucking evil turd eating incestrallites, then U need 2 get your heads examined.
Let us examine further the field of mind research and study, psychiatry, psychology, etc. Not only do they figure out how 2 label all of us poor victims of ‘them’ that get picked on , targeted, experimented with, and so forth, but told we have all these psychiatric mental conditions that separate us from the so-called [normal society], that interestingly enough, is decided by none other than them, who is normal, and who is sick, and in need of institutionalizing, or putting into intense therapy's, that usually include mind controlling and manipulating horrific medications, that R all doing so much damage to society in the general overall grand scheme of everything, that there just R not sufficient words 4 me 2 attempt 2 describe it. But the kicker of all the kickers is that the psychiatry field has bigger lobbyists in Washington fighting 4 their agendas 2 get adopted by the lawmakers and powerful controllers of all of our lives, than even the Oil companies. Yes, they have bigger lobbies down there where changes R made and power-muscles are really flexed, than even the oil companies, and this was said on an old episode of the great LAW AND ORDER show, Adam Schiff said this to the DA that McCoy later replaced, Ben Stone, not Mr. Morianity, but Mister Moriority. I often wonder Y they rarely if ever show these old BEN STONE eps, but in my heart feel that this one thing is the reason. This is one hell of a major fact if true, and I doubt this show that tries to stay as true to real cases and case law as is possible 4 television; and hence most likely this is a true fact, and better 4 the public not 2 know this fact, better for the powerful controllers that is. Remember that politically correct means that U believe in the Personal Computer, and accepting without question nor confrontation, any and all things given U by the Powerful Controllers. Godda admit how symbology plays such big parts in things, letters, numbers, all of it, nothing just happens, and just because U do not have the reasons and explanations, means not 4 one flashy second, that they R not indeed there and real, and all part of gargantuan agendas.
My Sarah Callio Until Martino- BAG, [SCUMBAG] enemies, R right back on their roll with me, of using huge MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE TECHNOLOGY, or MPT, making damn-ass sure to Botbar the first and last day of every month, 95-99% of the time, this always occurs, a coincidence U say? Right, sure, OK, uh-huh, be an ass hole, believe you are a tree 4 all I care.
Wanna know a huge secret on Y people today look 10-20 years younger without even being a Hollywood star, between the ages of 30 and 80? U won’t grasp the fullness 2 what I now will impart 2U, but here friggin’ goes. 100 years ago, people stayed basically in one place. 50 years ago, perhaps it was 2 places in a lifetime, and 25 years ago, 4 to 6 was a fair average world wide, and the world averages on this is also believe it or not pretty much not a big spread from us in the USA. Now, people get used 2 seeing people, and if they suddenly aged 2 quickly practically right in front of each other’s eyes, in a few short years, panic would set in that pollution or greenhouse or global warming, or some other total garbage nonsense was killing off the human race and making us get older quicker. Panic would spread, and the PC, powerful controllers and inventors of the political correctness and the society of soulless and heartless personal computers, would begin losing some of their control over a panicking mass population. So since every year since roughly the start of the ‘EIGHTIES’, this moving around 5 times in one lifetime has nearly doubled annually per family, perhaps a small exaggeration, but don’t 2 quickly dismiss this huge secret I now am telling 2 all of U. So if the appearance of people getting older at the once normal pace and rate were permitted by the controllers/invaders, it could lead 2 some degree of a panic, hence 2 some degree of a loss of control of the masses, and believe me, UR all so leashed up and controlled right now, and without even being one bit aware of it, it is beyond nauseating 2 those such as myself, who R able 2C this with total crystal clarity. These PC’s have total power over anything and everything that is either running and or operating in any way at all by means of being ELECTRICAL, MECHANICAL, or BIOLOGICAL, as they R the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Now yes, the Great Scylla Goddess, SSJKK, really has this whole thing as this whole thing is but her thought from her upline world, and in reiteration, she will move on in her upline world on a part of what I term 6th dimensional reality, but all of our infinity is too small to have this ever occur by our frame of reference as we have our existence. But long after our infinity or her thought of us passes in the wink of an eye to her reference frame, she will move ahead in her reality and time, and yes, will die. This concept would get someone in Galileo's time tortured and put to death for sacrilege and heresy, or the gods only know what other charges would B thrown at U. We still R totally in the dark ages. We R in the giddy-up generation still, just because we turn a key now instead of going ye-ha or chitchat, and move a bit faster with more comforts, no real changes at all. When field travel is used and hyper-density fields are set up all over, and people instantly go to NY from Paris, this is all dark age shit 2 me, right down 2 all of these toy computers, and this dumbed down society that wouldn't C a pie 2 their face coming if U slowed the motion down 190 times.
No, the major incident or interaction that was not part of the normal waking world, when my landlady was forcing me 2 sign some fraudulent document, was so bad, and in such vivid color, I did not go back to bed the whole next night and day. I tried to get 2 the State Police barracks, and she was shouting 4 me 2 come back or else she would go into my residence and destroy everything I have. I do not have much, but still, what fucking little one has, they do not wish 2C go down the storm drain or up in smoke. Every time she hassles me in a major way, the Dow flies, and B4 it ever went down this week on Tuesday, late Monday morning around 8-10 or so, this nightmare struck with all the force of a fucking Mack truck.
People can play all the time games they want, but 40 years is 40 years, as is 60 or 75 or 98. Whatever your age is, it is, and that as Ed Green on L&O would say, “is science, U can’t even argue with that”. It is such proof 2 me how insane and waked out all of society in America, and probably most of the Global wealthier societies, really is. If you R 33, UR 33. If you look 44 and had a rough life, well, that is the way it goes. If you are 55 and look 39, with help from lots of phony cuts and slits and pulls, and cosmetics, and hair adds or colorings, hay if some of it is real, great, and if it is phony, well, U know what U really would look like at 2:45 in the morning when awakening 2 take a squirt. Who the bat-crap is anybody fooling. Time is time, and if your house or your body or your car is new or 5 years old, or 105 years old, well, like it or not, that is the freaking reality of it, and U ain’t gonna change nottin'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Existence is not locked into time, and never started nor will ever stop, as time is only a spacial relationship illusion. Death is very final and real when we dream out a friend or a loved one, but try dreaming yourself out, you cannot. Try attending your funeral, it will not work. There is no rest. There is no endless sleep,darkness forever, endless peace, sorry Nicole. It is 4 those left behind still in their dream that now can rest a bit easier since the authorities finally permitted your remains to be buried. There is no way 2 make people on their current level even start to understand the truth that we simply exist at void infinity, and must endlessly dream and interact out and away from this void nothingness, as it is not as though U are oblivious 2 it and are at rest and peace, U know and UR, and that is it, and eventually, U will simply dream into something, and this begins astral existence. To learn how so much more than this life is there and totally real, all I can keep saying is, click into my website, and do not B afraid to ask me anything, I have no doors on my closets, I am the original open book, NO SECRETS. So visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com and C what U have been missing, starting with the total truths and answers 2 all of the questions that ever have plagued mankind. I honestly do not bite, Stacey will tell U that. I have been her dog a very long time. Speaking of this, SORA, not SARA, is all leading up to stuff that if I cannot alter the timeline 2, a horrific attack on AC, NJ, by our not so friendly middle eastern co-planetary-inhabitants, will B carried out before decade’s end, and I will B working 4 the Mayor, when he is back at his old job as Chief of the Beach, and I am head of security for the BEACHES of AC, NJ. If things progress along this timeline the way they have been going, he will B handing me a broom and making my 1983 song called “113 More Shinny Big Moons” come true. He will spit on my shoe, and call me FIREDOG, under his breath, in a mocking way. He will even B in charge of a state regulated Beach Lottery System, of more details I absolutely dare not reveal. I am doing all that I can 2 alter a timeline of events that if unchanged, will lead 2 a final show down of the Mayor and myself. When he murders me on the beach in or around 2009 or 2010, the Atlantic Ocean instantly goes out about ¾ of the way towards the horizon, and then within minutes, comes roaring back in, flooding all the way into Philadelphia and New York City. This is no joke, and Magnesonic does not cause this, as it has recently this winter caused so much violent weather activity, and remember Al Jolson, as it is very pertinent here. Sarah-Stacey Krassle loves me very much Mr. Honorable Mayor, so if I cannot stop this from happening, please take all of this as a friendly piece of advice, and don’t fuck with me. Same goes for mafioso C/M and all the rest of these lovely turds in this lovely city. Scylla has many plans for her human world city, but she may wreck it and then influence its total rebuilding. In many parallel realities, he calls me Firedog and mocks me, and makes me sweep sand on the beach and clean barnacles off piers and pilings. SSJKK is not happy at all with this. Remember, that many of our dreaming's occur on the astral world with our dream or soul body, the bibles of the world mostly agree on a word, GLORIFIED. When we take our dream body to the astral realms this is one entirely different thing than when we take it onto our own as well as many parallel realities, and to the dream body, U exist as the recessant and not the dominant, and is why dreams feel in many cases as though we R watching a movie. We R really coexisting in hyperspace, in a waking personality of us, that is physical and hence has the dominant control. Right now there could easily B millions of other U’s in their unlimited and countless other twinallities to your existence, existing as U go through your waking world day, inhabited by millions of ghost-like recessant's. UR the one that is in waking physicality, so U dominate. However, learning 2 become aware of these conditions, and developing more and more sensitivity to them, can permit an entity 2 become quite proficient at psychic things such as prophecy, duality or dual awareness, conscious astral movements, ‘travel’, and numerous other abilities that will start 2 feel as natural 2U in time as breathing is 2U at the current time.
Soon, I will advertise with Verizon DSL 2 get my website placed higher up on the list for the net surfers, and then with streaming video and audio, really start a website that will prove 2 all current doubters, just how totally real and honest my true story and life is. I have no freaking reason 2 lie.
Brown haired and brown eyed girl 1010 Call Cally Cow Kali Callio, I will CU later, lighthouse queen, and true head of the VI-QUEENS. If I decide 2 bring your memories back and end the whole world, all I need do is one simple thing, so if they keep pushing me much further, the portents may B just around the corner in the next decade. BYE-BYE.
About Me
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
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People,
how can anyone read these old blogs that you can verify by going up
on the original posts that are dated, that the things I have said are
lies? I did not put all the things in RED PRINT that proves this to
my satisfaction, but I could have checker-boarded this work a lot
more if I had wanted to folks.
None
of you have any idea what is going on with me and the IF, or
(Interaction forces), as they pertain to my sanctioning from living a
normal life. But one thing tells me I have a small laugh out of this.
Countries like Misses Mobile Korea of the AT&T eighties, they
know, because they can relate. I don't accuse America, or its
powerful great citizens of anything, but I am not stupid, and it does
fucking offend the hell out of me that you all think you can do all
of this to me all this time, and I don't have a clue what is going
on, like I'm nothing but a fucked up total ass retard or something,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
received a telephone call back on Monday morning from the recording
place that I have been going to since the end of 2010, while living
up on 26th Street and Avenue E, at the home operated by
the weird social worker and her weird father, April Lee and Raymond
Bailey, with that very wild corporate name that would appear on
canceled rent checks. But rather than go off on nine billion fucking
tangents, let's stick to the topic at hand. This shows my life is
beyond those Serling high piano notes, as once I say anything, each
part of it is a story, inside another story, inside another story,
and seemingly on without any end in god dam sight, good folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the Avalon Studio.
I
was called by my engineer on Monday morning and told that they no
longer will be operating as they did before, and that the BonJovi
technology that they are known globally for, will be all they will be
concentrating on, it is something that enhances sound, and has
applications in numerous fields, from aviation to medical to you name
it, and recording music is not going to be done any more. They are
the only studio in the county, and that wraps up my doing anything in
music. However, since we had a deal that I was coming over in the
middle of May to do another project and pay for the old project from
a year ago, and since they are dismantling everything now, my entire
project is 'on the house', sort of like a big professional gambler
being comped by the casino, only real high rollers would get a 500
dollar or better deal, so I on one hand have lost a lot, but on the
other, have saved a lot. Still, I hate taking things for free, but if
I did not go and get my CD, it would just be destroyed and lost, so
yesterday, Friday late afternoon, I went to pick it up around just
shy of four of the clock. It is the best thing that they ever did for
me, even though the magic art of what I could do a long time ago
cannot seemingly be duplicated, it is very good. Remember, it is a
real song and not a harmony track, yet a three or four second part of
a 1984 telephone conversation, all digitally cleaned up, was used to
get a pretty dam good sampling of the harmony track, and is a lot
better than what I posted up on the paulaking2011 channel on Youtube
back on December 18, of 2012. It is not posted up, not is anything
else down. I am in a very Lilian Green type of situation, and I doubt
if she is reading this, that she has a clue what I mean, and I know
that no on else does, but I do not ever forget anything, right down
to hearing her on a telephone speaking of these things, while I could
not make up my mind about signing a lease to live in the Public
Housing building in Atlantic City back around 2002 somewhere around
the summer time, and she said to the person that she was speaking to,
something about a power struggle, and was giving me that wild look
simultaneously, that only Mary Tyler Moore and her friends on that
network understand and get all this, as it matches the look on the
face of the dude in that movie from 1996 called, “Night of the
Twisters”, and the heavyset man standing outside the bank in town,
and the dude who was just denied a loan, if that sounds familiar to
anyone, was walking out, Mister Hatch, and he was holding a radio and
standing there staring like he knew something that nobody else did,
and on the radio was a weather bulletin regarding the approaching
wild weather into their area. David Roth and I called these type of
strange peeps that we would encounter as well, only in our real life,
''Pop Ups”, and or, “Send Backs”. I won't go postal here with
this, but I know that an entire book could be written on just what I
have opened up right here on this short one little blog about these
type of incidents, and the movie on the MTM Network from good old
time travel rubberepairman 1996, who was a boy then, and can still
come to me as a boy and does, only in 2010 down here in Florida, my
memory, AGAIN was fucked with big time, and who are we talking about,
Mister Ed Duke Patty?????????????????? It is time I tell you that I
know exactly what happened that day as I was filling the coolers with
Gatorade up at the great twenty-fifth Street,
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
Yes folks, I have a daughter who goes beyond any possible way for me
to adequately describe, and she knows it, and I also know that she
knows that I know it. Yes, I said THAT, not WHAT, imagine that, it
was typed before I could even stop myself, so I figure, let's leave
it on here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
took a short nap, it is now nearly half past seven on Saturday
morning, and my area is under a chemtrail attack, not a real bad one,
but it is out there, as it was yesterday as well, but by mid
afternoon, was all for the most part, dissipating away. There is no
real magic to the chemtrail phenomenon other than for the fact that
it is used as a harassment and a health destroyer, as these jet fuels
are a mixture of kerosine's and propane's and other nasty shit, and
when they dump it to get lighter loads for landings, it freezes in
the air immediately, in a new atmosphere that is indeed warming up,
but not through anything mankind is doing, or let me say, our effect
is so miniscule, it is like adding thimblefuls of water to an empty
bathtub and anticipating taking a nice bath in a short while. Cut me
a fucking break, Marge Leo and Al Buttwipe Gore!
Folks,
we have not scratched the surface of Isiscylla and her family, my
WOMO-M2F enemies, the real 7+ years of my blog story that go a lot
deeper than anything written on the actual blogs so far, memories and
time manipulation through hyperspace and the fourth and fifth
dimensions, but I'll fucking tell this much of it right now. Things
are NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE FOLKS, not for me, and believe it or
not, NOT FOR YOU EITHER, YO!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
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BLOG URLS 2006-2013
Jupiter
Inlet welcomes all of you, leprechauns and all, especially tomorrow
the seventeenth.
I
do not want to get into any details, but I will tell you a few things
about all this and keep it real short for right now. For a while,
everything was all about my car and being vandalized by hoodlums and
thugs from the hood here. Suddenly, with or without seeing any
Walmart stores, POOF, it switches to major problems with my housing
and inspection. Then again, POOF, the other day, DM did not even come
up to the apartment at all, and I woke up late in the morning just in
the nick of time to dress myself and hurry down the freaking elevator
and into her office with some more paper work, and she told her
assistant to come up and check things, and she would not have cared
if I had made the stuff even worse, it was as though the energy of
the individual problems and hassles that were striking me one after
another, were magically created for a certain amount of days and
hours, and then with every bit as much mystery and intrigue and
weirdness, POOF, it would switch off and onto a new thing, and I am
talking about in ways that a fucking moron retard would not be able
to ignore and would totally observe and notice,
blindfolded!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am willing to say is the more I mess
with Isiscylla, the worse she will make it for me, so as I told the
copyright office back in the late spring or early summer in 1983, and
in reiteration now to its maxed out fucking epitome, and without
Dawn-Marie King getting too excited in or out of her letters to me,
UNCLE-UNCLE-UNCLE. Yeah, good old
Christmas lights and websites, oh boy, I just said I'd quit fucking
with her, sorry, YO!!!!!!!
©
BLOG URLS OF MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2013, DUHHH!
Now
we will examine how my WOMO enemies,
MIND-HACKED me, with their powerful
ETTOS-PAWM-PIE system, while I was doing
the past blog of Chapter-9. After this, we will move on to
discuss more stuff. JUST AS I TOLD YOU GINA, MY LOVELY GIANT NIGHT
LADY OF THE NINETIES; THE DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES, IS FLYING UP
EVERY SINGLE DAY. IT HAS BEEN ONLY UP
FOR NEARLY A MONTH
NOW WITH MAYBE THREE DAYS OF EXCEPTION. THIS SUPER
MONSTER BULL RALLY IS EXACTLY TOLD AND PREDICTED, OR WAS, BY ME, THE
MOUNTAINPEN; THE CRAZY CURSING DUDE OF WFMU, AND ALL OF HIS PALS. In
case my message is not getting across since not one person has
commented and given me my props, I will have to do it all by myself,
and guess what folks, I am not one tiny little bit mother fucking shy
about doing just fucking THAT!
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
I
TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO******************
One
thing about me, I may pen name myself as many folks do on many online
sites with various screen names, such as Mountainpen, but I would
never think of calling myself the name of some world famous recording
artist, like Jason Forrest did. Yes, my mind was hacked severely, as
I said there were three things going back to 1997, and then the
fourth one went back into the Orwell times of early 1984, at my
Throat Specialist's Northeast Philly Office, off of Grant Avenue
somewhere. The biggest one out of all four, not three times, when
this family messed with and hacked my memory, or time itself really,
thus memories would merely correspond to the altered situation, or go
blank, and the reason for why it does one or the other, is too
complex for this blog today, so let me move on, and continue with the
biggest of all four of these things, taking place in middle June of
1996, at my apartment, the Highview Complex, at the quad-corner of
Unhappy, Unhealthy, Kent Street, and Sicklerville Roads. I speak of
course of the great KING who came to me as Queen Paula, and nine
months later, Pee Junior was born on March the twenty-ninth in 1997.
I have totally blocked memories of the giant goddess after she rang
my doorbell at the Highview Apartments, yet my maintenance man, Sam,
asked me who my giant goddess girlfriend was, as he almost lost his
balance and fell over when he saw her from his adjacent back yard, to
quote the dude from June of ninety-six, folks. But this story of my
four big memory gap outs does not contain a lot more of them, and
this blog will not be getting into them for now. What needs to be
addressed here now are two other powerful items. First, we are now a
society that keeps our fragile weak memories all stored on Twitter
Accounts, telling the world our business day by day, every little
move we make. Just why this all happened, I cannot give you a precise
answer right now, all though I am working on a real doozie whopper,
President Obama, my friend; and other loyal Morians out here. What
needs to get explained my good folks is simply this. When we as a
collective society, begin to keep a collective record like this, we
can access it, and most of us now, from the time this all started,
and forward as we live onward, can reconstruct our lives a million
percent more improved, by doing this. Why they do it publicly and not
privately in a diary, is anyone's guess, perhaps the need to feel
important or popular, but for whatever the reason, now, there is less
and less opportunity for the Exploratronic-Supermind (ES) to be able
to play lots of nasty mystical magical games with us, anywhere near
as often and as well. I was not born with my memory by the way. I
used to keep a life journal on cassette tape and had twelve thousand
taped events, not a day missing, not an hour probably. The more I
reviewed stuff, the more my unconscious mind began to reveal to me
that I will not need to record things forever, at least for my sake.
This behavior begins to alter the way the brain works, or it did in
my case. Let me just speak for myself. After the time I came down to
Florida in late 2009, it was a perfect minute to minute memory track,
all the way back. But this is not the point. What is the point is
that in this new world of the tweety birds and the rocking robins, we
all can do this, and I believe wholeheartedly that my mind is not any
different than all of yours. As you review your journals or Twitter
accounts or whatever, you will begin to re-remember things that were
almost gone forever out of your conscious mind's grasp. The longer
you do it and the more often you do it with more time period to
cover, the more your brain will mysteriously rewire itself to a point
where you become like a computer remembers, and not in fragmentation
and overall general tiny pieces. My mind started doing this in the
nineties, and by 2010, the hard wiring of my new brain is almost
without any gaps at all, so the few that I do have, stand out big
time. Also, the more you remember about waking life, the more you
start remembering 'dreams', not just ones you just had, but ones long
forgotten to you and never remembered. Then more wild stuff happens.
You remember things that the world may tell you did not happen, only
they did, in interactions with you and the IF, that is of course,
without the bread, or any other old sixties songs of the Walgreen
Pharmaceutical Chain. Go crow on that one for a while, good people.
You see, nothing is forgotten, no detail to any day, a month ago, a
year ago, 1000 years ago. This is where it goes places where I am not
ready to take all of you yet. Keeping your mind the way it is,
protects you from the hell of too much remembering. I never said that
this is some blessing, and if I had to choose a fitting way to
describe my existence, I would say, a cursing, and even at the risk
of being pigeonholed by Twinbay; am I right Jason Forrest
Fromthetrees? Seeing life the way most of you all do, you must admit
to yourself, that you are not the person that you were, not in your
life, not in your situations, not in your surroundings, and not in
your mental personality, 5 years back, ten, fifteen, and keep going
in these multiples of fives for as long as you have lived. Those old
yous all died. The new you is the you that you are at the present
time. Do you feel dead? This barrier does not stop at a birth-bed and
a death-bed either folks. I may not be Benjamin Franklin any longer,
and I certainly am not Hitler any longer. Where are you when I mother
fucking need you, you old jerk off unforgiving soul, Steve Murray, of
Florence, New Jersey, USAESMWG????????? So folks, let us reiterate my
4 hugest memory gap-out strikes, since except for these times, I
remember with total clarity, all the other shit all before and after
the actual strike, and in ALL 4 CASES, JUST WHO IS INVOLVED, BUT MY
DAM DAUGHTER'S FAMILY, OR ISIS HERSELF? Listed in time order, present
time backward, and with a quick blurb insert following the date with
the event: October of 2006, while with Ed Lynch, McGuire appears at
the car window in a photo later developed, nobody ever saw him in
real life----attack-1. February of 1997, after leaving McGuire's bar,
forgetting the name of 'CALLIO' as soon as I began driving away,
attack-2. June 1996, Giant P comes to my apartment and does another
rape and memory gap on me like July 4, 1969 all over again, only she
miscarries and my younger daughter only exists in many parallel
universes where she is just about to be released from the local area
famous Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, attack-3.
Leaving the 506 Robin Hill Apartment in 1984, to drive to a very
mysterious Throat Specialist's Office in Northeast Philadelphia, no
memory of anything except the man who examined me and told me he
could not find anything wrong with me, the entire rest of the day
blank forever, and years later in 1989, I stumbled onto my Life
Journal cassette tapes, and remember, I even had a tape recorder
permanently kept in my automobile, back when I was keeping this life
journal; and the story is not too pretty folks, as I was diverted to
a side street while trying to drive back to I-95, after leaving the
doctor, and was forced out of my car by fake police who took me to a
home with a lot of naked African American people, living right where
the windows faced the highway, and the rest of it is so unbloggable,
I would not dare tell it, but the FBI most likely has these tapes
even as I speak, as my journal was all lost to the mighty King Branch
of THAT-FAMILY or (TAWF-70) as I also have labeled them.
Now
here is why I knew things would totally mother fucking collapse for
me in the first few months of 2013. As soon as the Hickey Hockey
Ling-Long Henry 12 Angry Men Fonda Season, resumed, just as it did
after 1994 ended and 1995 came in, remember how the fucking markets
DOUBLED IN POINT VALUE, in three tiny years, 1995-1996-1997? Remember
this anyone, or do you need to check with your Twitter Accounts, oh
that's right, your lives cannot be accessed, as Twitter was not there
back then for you. Oh yes, the filthy fucking Philly Flyers came back
super strong and nearly clinched Lord Stanley's Cup that short
season, and I know they're having a super bang up season again this
year, they have to be, even though I do not follow this fucking shit
one bit, and you can see the stock market as well, making ALL TIME
RECORD HIGHS, and just as I TOLD ALL OF YOU, IS NOW CREEPING UP ON
THE 15,000 POINT MARK, and then it will reach 16000, 17000, 18000,
19000, 20000, and within three years, this 13,000 figure will double
as it did before, and by mother fucking early in 2016, the DJIA will
be around 26,000 FUCKING CUNT POINTS IN VALUE, and all by evil
crooked criminal means of destroying pathetic MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
FUCKING MOHR.
Yes,
whoever you are, friend of the dude I used to call Chester, and who
really is Frank; thank you for telling people that I am indeed for
real, and you know it, and you can see I am not making any of this
up, RIGHT DOWN TO THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET PRICES. It is all coming
to fruition, just as I said that it all would. Too bad I cannot take
everyone everywhere, with me, 24-7-365.2422; and let them see all of
this for themselves; along with about ten quintillion other wild
outlandish inconceivable huge things.
Folks,
a horrible cramp and shit attack struck me tonight around half past
seven while I was trying to enjoy the television show called, ''The
Mentalist''. I am still in pain. Recently, the WOMO enemies have been
back to striking me hard with these major health attacks, done with
total absolute stealth and black-ops precision. Obviously, when the
filthy fucking jerk off Flyers Hockey season started up, then this
had to, so that they could re-engineer all of this all over again,
and recreate 1995 all fucking cunt lapping over again. Here we go,
right © Office of WASH-DOC-13-600? Yes Roy old buddy, just like you
told me, no one in that town can behave themselves, so they have to
have the age of consent as low as thirteen. How could our government
run if every fucking politician there in town was licked up in
fucking prison, YO? This is certainly no freaking bloody shoe museum
secret, right Vasco DeGama and Ponce Deleon? If I need to consult
more powerful peeps than this, why not just have me get back in touch
with Louis Chicky Laines and Scott Ransom? W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, I think it might be more prudent of me to locate my old friend,
Margie Leo from late in 1985, and ask her to just, as she would say
so absolutely and perfectly, “Cut me a break, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nobody
can say, I KNOW or WOW like my wonderful all mighty daughter, and the
entire world knows it, no matter how they do not like it, but please
bring my bank truck back, TD, I need to see it when I go there.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER IX
MOUNTAINPEN, AKA MARK WAYNE MOHR
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
1:45
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 14 MARCH, 2013
I
said that I would keep my mouth shut about some wild 'pillow-talk'
done by my father, Mister Wayne Landis Mohr, born in Toledo, Ohio,
USAESMWG, on 10 September of 1919 and I will, as long as certain
things remain in an agreement between the Milituforce and myself. But
that does not mean that I will not do what all children as well as
adults who remember being children once, all have mostly done when
our mother would make cake or fudge or brownies and we to quote the
expression, 'asked to lick the bowl', a gross thing to do, and not
what we really did, still, that was the going expression, and still
appears to be even on the most modern hip today, up to date
television shows. Yes, I cannot grab a large piece of the cake
tonight, but that does not mean I will not lick the bowl here; not
after a SUPER BOTBAR TIMES
4 COSMIC/MAGNETIC ATTACK
from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or said more
up to date, the INTERACTION FORCE,
and even more modern and updated, might be what was said all along
all throughout many of my 2007-2009 blogs a lot, while back in New
Jersey, the 'ES' or the (Exploratronic
Supermind). But first things first. I was Microsucked shortly
past midnight yesterday, Wednesday, or about 24 hours ago from right
now, as I speak/type; with their 'UPDATES'. We all get this, at least
from what I have been told, and learned recently, in the past year or
two; from three different sources; unless one uses the Apple system,
over this less expensive one, and so as usual; what else, the rich
have it better. So color me impressed, and like DUH, right Ann King,
old 'buddy'????????????????????????? WOW, did I do some powerful
scrubbing for two days, daughter of AK, or late one. I wonder why
this entire family has death dates on so many holidays. Well, that is
of course not as simple as it sounds on the surface, huh Mister PP of
SPR, now defucked?Yes folks, licking the pan is going to be fun this
morning, and since I have been under this monster ass death attack,
and MARCH of 2013 has been beyond mother fucking putrid and
horrendous for me, I am not just going to stand idly by while these
sleazy diseased twisted jerk off maggots from hellfire, laugh and
jeer and injure me severely, and walk away so clean, leaving my nice
shiny shoes all red and blood stained; right Copyright Examiners from
2000 AD? Just imagine after you read this blog through to the end, if
I tell you now that this is just me licking the pan, not making the
large pan of fudge for a family feast, what would really all get said
if I ever go entirely off and tell the whole dam ass thing, ladies
and gentlemen?
First
off folks, I need to address the subject of the record promoter from
1980, while I was employed at the RPL Sound Studio Labs, in Camden,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, by the name of Lenny William McKinnon. Not
only was he quite a fascinating 'entity', but so are his vine roots
as well. He may have left me with lots of sour grapes, but that is,
as Donna Diva Summer the late disco queen may put this, neither hair,
nor there! Still, when I really go to town and tell the entire
enchilada, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs, (L-4), you'll know
it, because you will be suddenly seeing your socks, not on your feet,
and you will not be at the Walmart Store, unless you are playing with
a tablet or PC or phone there, and happen to be viewing this blog, by
some wild 'chance', no such thing, there are more leprechauns people,
than there are random coincidences and pure chance encounters of
anything, so believe 'THAT', Rockdroid Roddenberry. Don't crush poor
old Captain Kirk there big LURCH RORO; as he has a daughter to take
care of, and they both have their automobiles as well to be concerned
with; right Miss Lee Farmers? Well folks, shall we get down and dirty
into the business at hand now, maitees, YARRR?????
Lenny
and his friends, invented what you call RAP
MUSIC. He is no ordinary man, and never
was. He has been following me throughout the past few millions of
years, along with many others in the ES, such as Julia White, who we
all know what I believe; and I know that nobody believes me, so you
know what; that is fine for now, but when I tell some more; you will
be scratching your head, wondering and worrying; as I am totally
planning to make this very personal, or in other words; you WILL be
identifying stuff in your own life, as soon as you fully digest this
blog chapter; and you are not going to be in a real good mood for a
while, and that's a promise. So if you wish to skip this, and gloss
permanently over Chapter Nine, of Morianity-Part-5; this may be a
real dam good time to hit the 'Next Blog' button, or simply log off
of the Wordpress, or Blogger, Websites. You have been sufficiently
and properly warned, so if you go nuttier than a fruit tree in a day
or two, 'don't even think about' suing me, parking across from the
Cifaloglio Garage, or pulling the Trump Rug off his majesty's great
scowling frowning evil head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk
about the real 1-2-3.
As
you know, I am under a wild new attack that began as this horrible
fucking March month came in. This has been a month ever since I was a
dam ass teenager, that I have hated with a passion, and then later on
after age 30 or so; I came to despise October with equal force and
passion, and all for very real and personal, and totally off the wall
Twilight-Zone reasons; that we need not get into on this freaking
blog, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just last
night, Wednesday night, from seven through eight of the fucking
asshole clock, my monster ass mother fucking nabes, did nothing but
slam in and out and in and out and in and out; totally senseless
persecution of me, and I think the smarter quarter of my audience
knows exactly what is going on, and does not dismiss these
coincidences like the non fans of the great “Law & Order”
television show might.
In
addition, these rotten bastard prick scum
bags, for some time again, HAVE BEEN BACK ON A REAL ROLL
OF PUMMELING ME WITH THEIR EVIL;
CONSTANT NOISE, SCREAMING, SLAMMING, IN AND OUT, ALL DAY AND NIGHT,
AND FLATTENING MY TIRE WITHOUT HELP FROM
JULLIARD MS OF MANHATTAN, OR ANY OF ITS QUITE BRIGHT PUPILS.
DOORS GO ON ALL NIGHT AGAIN NOW, THEY ARE GOING ON STILL AS I WRITE
THIS FUCKING BLOG AT 2:24 AM, AND THE MANAGEMENT WILL NOT DO A THING
TO THEM, AS THEY ALL HAVE BEEN PAID OFF OR THREATENED OFF. Still, I
was informed, that when I wish to move, if I get a doctor's note that
my nerves are being adversely effected to the point of injuring my
general health, they will move me to the building up north a ways on
7th Avenue, into a unit for old and quiet peeps, like me,
someone who hates music and loud noise. So I am not ready to move
yet, but soon, this is what I will in fact be doing, just as I did in
1984, leaving 506 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey; for
1406 Highland Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, W—O—W.
Despite
all the hell, I made back all my lost units in my Systems-Roulette,
as I said before, and have made a small March profit of 28 and a half
freaking units. If I had not lost those 48 and a half units on that
day before the Dow Jones CROSSED-OVER
into all time RECORD HIGH TERRITORY,
that caused that magnetic disaster to happen to me, I would have a
March total profit of 76 units, or in 1986 money in Atlantic
City, $7,600.00 cash money, on the black gaming level, or
one hundred dollar playing chips level. But this is of no
consequence, and beginning right now today, I am not going to be
playing roulette on paper any more, and am making plans to get to
South America before the RUN AWAY SONG
WARNING strikes twice, and just ask the mother fucking
Empire State Building how many times it gets struck by Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis every year, and then the idea of striking
just twice will not seem strange and foreign to any of you, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! And please,
no 1988 McDonald bouncing around dancers,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now moving right along here
good people, Lenny McKinnon and his friends from the late seventies,
were just a small part of my nearly 60 years of life as Mountainpen,
but several powerful things involved with this dude, have altered my
life in ways too major and incredible to be intelligently discussed
in any one short blog work. The powerful people who Scott Ransom was
referring to about 8 years after Lenny
McKinnon's paths crossed mine making this the
time circa of 1988; may very well be the greatest male Disco
scum bags of their day, the BG's.
I have come to learn just since residing here in Florida and away
from an entire life up in Jersey; that this record promoter had made
some kind of a secret deal behind my back, with Levy and Gibb, giving
them the right to my song, 'Lost Love', written and copyrighted by me
back in fucking ass 1977. It is all there in the Copyright Office,
but this work when lovely Donna Patterson re-did it for me, along
with her friends, Albert Pileggi, Jan Nace, Robert Andrews, and
Mister Russell of the Russell Music School across from the Garden
State Race Track, in those 1980 times, no longer operating under that
name now and for quite a while, however good folks; you will not see
my 1975 or 1977 copyrights on 'LOST LOVE' and 'SPIRIT PEACE' songs,
on my recently posted Copyright Public Record Form, on my blogs; as
it only goes back into 1978, on that particular form. They have the
other two copyrights from 1975 and 1977 as well as my book from
Halloween Day of 1994, called, ''The Permission Barrier'', on
separate forms; or so they have informed me. I merely pass on this
information to my Blogging Audience, or my blogaud, for short.
But
the big pan lick is yet to come, and will only just open up a gateway
into your thinking, if you allow the process to begin in your mind,
called enlightenment; that is. What I will tell you now good people
is not from any book or person, no guru on top of the Himalayan
Mountains told me, no great mystical being appeared at my bedside, no
dream, no meditation, no altered states of mind awareness, and ''no
nothing'', if I can quote lovely Diana Ross, from 1983. Before I go
directly into it, something else will be told, that will dovetail
real nicely; and leading perfectly into the topic. Before my father
'turns the page and dies', Paul Michaels; or before Sidney Crown 'has
my voice recorded', back in 1969, to keep me from doing mischievous
mirror tricks; all this shit you
see on fucking TV about kids doing really bad shit,
and becoming monsters, is a lode of fucking crap; as I
did a lot of shit that was real bad, and so have most of my family
members; and let me
tell you something. If it ever all came out, Ziggy, it would not be
simply awesome or monstrous, or reprehensible, or unspeakable. It
would be what no possible human language would ever be able to
create, and
that, my friends and fiends out here; is total fucking GOSPEL! WOLF,
WOLF, WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trump this if you can, and see if
you can make your mark on the world, the way this dude has done. Oh
yes Jill MacInaley, your lovely Gong-Show twin Shorty MacInvondi
Trump, is right up all our asses, at C-SQ! I will most definitely get
much more specific and detailed on things that pertain to PHASED
ENTITIES from the
spirit world (Astral-Plane), such as Shorty MacInvondi, who used me
to bring their life force into the human waking dream-world, as
opposed to the normal dreaming of getting born and living as a baby
and a toddler and a child and an adolescent and then an adult and
then stop dreaming completely one day, just waking up where they
really are. I will also tell you that the more math and science you
have under your belts, the better you can relate to what I am about
to shock you with, and you will not like it, know that right now.
Would you really like me to lie to you and insult you that way, or
tell it up front and straight out, people? I mentioned that I have a
near absolute memory on a conscious level, minute to minute, from the
present point, all the way back to my birth. It is not all fragmented
and in pieces. You will not like it when I tell you why memory is for
the most part, that way with most of you out here. You will want to
die once I tell it, and if you can even grasp a small part of the
truth that I am about to impart. Except for a few small times when I
totally know that I was interfered with by way of STM
(SPACE-TIME-MIND), I have a totally interference-proof, closed
private circuit. They cannot mess with me, not for a long time yet
when I eventually age and fail in this lifetime, and begin to no
longer keep the ES out of my system with a password. All of you are
open circuits. You are all living totally password unprotected. You
have billions of dollars in mind accounts in an invisible computer
that you leave on and with no password protection operating, and go
outside, and the Exploratronic Supermind comes in each time you exit
your residence, and they get on and do a million things to you. Now I
am not being literal here, this is a parable, just like my
sixty-first grandfather's Uncle Jesus Carpenter used to use, so that
he could relay powerful truths kept hidden by the conscious
collective of the waking hyperspace reality in three dimensions. Your
4-5-D is totally protected, but in your waking life, you have a
million gapped out pieces, and each piece leaves you vulnerable to a
STM interference by the ES (Exploratronic Supermind). Only a few
exceptions have occurred, and world, it is by this powerful great
family, every single time. It is all on previous blogs. It happened
to me and was done by them, and the last three most recent strikes
were as follows: Ed Lynch and I went to Atlantic City to take photos
for use on my Morianity-Foundation web-page, in October of 2006, and
we both were memory gapped out, by family member Robert McGuire.
Sarah Callio and McGuire, family members, were also involved back on
7 February in 1997, they cannot take that away from me, as on that
date the DJIA fell about 50 points because I was able to make contact
with this incredible family, but when it did me no good, the market
instantly rebounded and shot back up, you can check and verify this
information online somewhere on some Wall Street Journal Newspaper or
similar periodical source in an archive from your local library.
Anywho, I had just asked Sarah her last name, and maiden name, and
she said Callio, quite reluctantly; and then they both made me
totally forget that name as I drove down Tennessee Avenue, before I
came to the first intersection, Pacific avenue. Every single time you
cannot remember one single minute of your time, you are a computer in
the hands of a cosmic hacker using a future known reality called STM,
to invade your beingness, and make continuous alterations in your
waking life, that effect the entire interaction of you and me, and
all of us as a whole, or a conscious waking collective. Any tiny time
that you cannot pull up in your waking mind, you most likely have
been on a trillion trillion trillion journey's inside of those
fragmented pieces of reality, with an unknown to this time period
club and group, that will indeed come to be known as the cosmic
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND, or the
ES. Going back to my fourth gap out, where a significant part of my
day cannot be recalled, is on the day of my medical appointment with
the throat specialist just off of Grant Avenue, in Northeast
Philadelphia; back early in 1984. I was not the one all hung up with
those audio tapes, and those who were, all know this is totally the
truth. You made the big deal out of it. I was only as far as the 'MY'
coming out on the copyrighted ''Real Good girl'' song, in August of
1986. Munch on this a while, good folks, and watch those black ops
choppers; as they do indeed come into our urban areas. David Roth and
I witnessed a fleet of them, right near the old Sears Building, that
they later imploded, also in N.E. Philly-57-vampire sticks that fly,
huh Snyder?
This
is just a pan licking folks. This is not the big nice batch of fudge,
or cookies, or cake. This only scratches a surface on shit that I
could type on and on until the blog was 1000 Moby fucking Dick book
lengths long, YO. So in the interest of my getting a little shut eye
now, I bid you all a fond ado. I am wasting my time with suicide.
Hell goes beyond death!!!
MORIANITY-PART
5
CHAPTER
Vlll
3:10
PM-EDST, WEDNESDAY, 03/13/2003
Neighbors
have been very bad and noisy for a week or more. Death android/angels
and clock ones attacks are continuous events. Everything that can go
wrong, is going wrong. Everybody is no good and rotten, right down to
the core, and the atoms inside the core are totally rotten as well,
and I'll argue that with physicists.
The
reason for the bull market has nothing to do with what I was
concerned may have been. It has been because, as always, all attempts
by me to pursue MUSIC, in any WAY, SHAPE or FORM, are STOPPED AND
INVISIBLY BLOCKED AND SANCTIONED, every single time, all my mother
fucking cunt eating pathetic life, by those who must know the very
same secret that I do, and also know of a statement made by the great
Plato quite a while back in time, that is lost to history, but he
said it to me when I was a silversmith in those days, “Beware the
tide that brings within it the music message, as it will be heard the
loudest and remembered the longest”. Someone is very afraid of my
message, my information, what I know; shall I go on? I know for a
fact that they are scared; and that this is why I am being totally
sanctioned, and everything that I have ever attempted to do, has had
the quintessential kibosh placed on it, by Scott Ransom, and his
'very powerful and disgruntled people'. I look very forward to my
coming death. It will release me very soon, from the horrible
nightmare of human life as Mark Wayne Mohr. Naturally, after I am no
longer here to kick into pieces of shit by total sub squat slime
scum, as I'll be gone, then the EVIL EMPIRE as all evil empires do,
William Clinton and Secret Service, will ''fall into history''.
Long
story short (LSS) good folks, the Avalon Studio in Port Saint Lucie
is closing to the public, and are going to be doing other things, so
I'll no longer be able to do things there. I cannot fight powers that
go beyond the fucking stars in the fucking heavens. Even I have a
point where it is ludicrous in my own mind to remain in a mode of
foolish tenacity. Another such example is not walking around a
thousand foot brick wall, but rather, keep banging my head on it
hoping I won't have to walk around it. Of course I won't. I would be
dead with my brains all smashed fucking in, right old pal Lee Marvin,
dirty-sir, and angry dozen, Jane Fonda papa? Hay, the world says NO,
so it's no. This entire thing is controlled by an impregnable power
structure from a higher realm and reality, who I know personally as
the Lambrigger Cult of the Briggbase of the Province Olympia Phase-2
or the (spirit world, or Astral-Plane). You know people, it is like
taking a gun and taking a box of amo bullets. Which is more powerful,
the bullets or the gun? Nobody is strong enough to throw the bullets
hard enough to cause very much damage and injury. The gun will sit
there empty all shiny and harmless by itself, as well. The logic in
this little diddy is not complex, all though figuring out what is
missing here may in fact be more elusive and difficult to locate,
than untying the fabled Gordian knot, that cannot ever be untied. A
dummy can see that you take the bullets and the gun, and you have a
weapon. You take the driver and the automobile, and you get a
reliable way to transport people. Separate from each other, the
person walks and the car stays parked. Nothing is wrong with either
one of these items, but somehow they are not connecting up correctly.
Well if something is being intentionally blocked and sanctioned, that
is a great explanation for many things. But it still leaves the
powerful fucking unanswered question of but who is causing this
sanction blockade all of my life, and more to the point, exactly for
what purpose, WHY? I know how real all this is, right down to people
getting killed that get involved with me, or in some cases merely
scared or threatened, or perhaps even PAID-OFF! I've seen it, over
and over and over again, and this does not make me a tin foil hat
crazy person. I have seen it; just like lots of folks have
encountered a lot more than just a television show, back in 1988, a
great documentary on the New York City Television Channel Eleven,
WPIX; but rather they have seen more than just this TV show in '88.
We all know what we know, what we hear, what we see, what our lives
are about; and we can be told we are wrong, or crazy, or this or
that; but we all know, unless we are legitimately mentally fucked up
and demented or brain damaged and seriously mentally ill. I don't
have to defend my life or my position to a soul, not the guy down the
fucking road, not the governor, the president, the POPE, not even to
Isiscylla, who just sent me a message, and fucking hacked the I in
the name, not allowing it to capitalize no matter what I did for a
while. You really impress me with your stupid ass parlor tricks, and
you have no mercy and no feelings at all, and are the epitome of
hypocrites, writing that fucking bullshit on that wall. When I am
down the most, is when you kick the living crap out of me. My
creditors are persecuting the shit out of me today. Every time they
know I am hoping for a call on the telephone, they call me ten times
that day and mess with me. So FBI, and ACLU,
and FCC, how can they know I am expecting a call, unless they are
ILLEGALLY BUGGING MY TELEPHONE, AND LISTENING IN TO MY GOD DAM
PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS; IN
VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING
RIGHTS TO PRIVACY?
My
health is messed with, my machines are all hacked, my enemies are on
a major roll for noise attacks on me, I AM BEING VICIOUSLY
PERSECUTED BY A BUNCH OF TWISTED FILTHY DISEASED MOTHER
FUCKING SLIME BAG PEOPLE, WITH NOTHING FUCKING BETTER TO DO WITH
THEIR TIME, THAN MESS WITH POOR LITTLE
NOBODY ME, yeah, some nobody, as if
this was REALLY THE CASE, then THIS WOULD NOT BE GOING ON for
a half of a fucking cunt century, ladies and freaking gentlemen; does
it not stand to mother fucking cock sucking reason?
I
plan to take my fucking life, and hope that I can remain
dead.
I have died 100 times in the past 35 years since that turn off of
Route 30 while heading over to Audrey Heller's house in the early
nineteen eighties, that I made, and do not think I cleared that
oncoming automobile. Sooner or later, this retracing machine has to
stop copying me. Funny huh folks, they don't like to be soul
captured, yet they fully retrace me physically back here in this cave
period. Go-Fig!
YES
I AM HERE, IT IS ME, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN.
MICHAEL
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, © BLOGS 2006-2013
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER VII
WEDNESDAY
MORNING, 2:08 AM, 13 MARCH, 2013
Ladies
and gentlemen, this was another rotten day with my horrible jerk off
nabes, but this time, it was a bate in job, and yes, planned in
advance by my new pal and future world renown entertainment attorney,
once my case is awarded a trillion dollars. This is not a joke or a
hoax, and already, a life has been lost I have been told, and this is
all that can be said, other than anyone who in any way who is small
like me, but not 'HUNTINGTON PROTECTED' like me, becomes a major
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE target, once they so much as even tell me any
valuable information. This was the case here, and the rest of the
story for right now is totally not bloggable, folks, sorry. A chosen
generational Huntington is someone picked by my starcestors long ago,
Agent G7 not open command, but WOW,
someone knows what is getting typed, as a powerful subwoofer outside
is going off at 17 minutes past two in the morning, totally illegally
of course, and now has stopped, more hood enemies and Nickpals I'm
quite sure, but of course, it is not provable at this time, all
though, my new lawyer friend who we'll call by a made up name of Jeff
Starkey, confirmed that an entire gang in this Fort Pierce area, is
under standing orders 24/7, and this is to the best of his abilities
so far to gather this bit of flagpole information of non
transdimensional reality. For a while folks, we will be talking very
three dimensionally, leaving all dream-life in the dirt, even though
to me, it is like living with arms and legs amputated, and with one
ear and one eye, literally. This is because to me, I know the entire
fifth dimension is one truth and does all interconnect, and
especially in the more localized one percent or so of the hyperspace
realities, which could be vigintillions times vigintillions or more.
But I am hoping to get a few new converts of Morianity, closet kept
or not as this does not matter, as not that long ago, gay and lesbian
lovers, and behaviors, were also kept deeply in the closet of our
American society; but I am trying to get people to be able to better
relate, so I will have to live all half blind and deaf and
quadriplegically amputated, for right now, on the next several blogs
or so. You too Glinda and Toto, oh-oh!
Now
stay with me peeps, I'll try and make some of this real dam ass easy
for all of you, YO. Have a piece of bacon on me, David, and listen
up, BRAH. I do not need to wash my hands, nor did I that day up at
the Harvest on Twenty-fifth and Orange, back in twenty-eleven; but I
am glad that I got to wash my hands of you, dude!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
This
was the day where I needed to prove how every time I use my
telephone, and so much as speak; these jerk fucking off across the
hall neighbors, slam their door, over and over, super ass loud until
I hang up, and resume total graveyard silence; yet of course, all day
long, they can shout at the top of their fucked up lungs whenever
they want to, and slam their doors, and be in and out a million
times, should they so choose to; but don't so much as make one tiny
sound in your fucking apartment, poor old
jerk off Mark Wayne Mohr, not Egg Harbor City Bacon
Martin, huh Kevin Flatliners?
Yes
my Morians, I took a big chance reaching out to the State AG,
PCN-826, just like the stock market industrials, with 826 being a
Gawnumly self-compatible number, and all. You cannot, as I told JP a
while back at the turn of the millennium, make a total GOD out of
GAGA, and his magical numerology. It is great for establishing
baseline information but never ever live by it as though you have a
gun at your dam head, folks. Never be held hostage to anything that
we little 99ers already don't have to already be hostage to, without
having any say over it whatsoever. But as for Jeff Starkey, Esquire,
in the near future, in pseudonym; he will have the security footage
in my building for this day, pulled, to prove what these gang hoodie
snake vipers did, as they always do, only this time, it is caught on
video fucking tape. Slowly, again; as before my kidnapping by the
mighty elusive butterfly King branch of the mighty mysterious TAWF, I
am rebuilding my evidence file up, and this is just the very
beginning of a lot of shit that will also follow, as baiting in my
enemies is as easy to do as taking candy away from a two year old,
unless of course, they are able to say through a telephone, sixteen
years ahead in time, “I know”. You can hate me all you want to
Macy and family, but I cannot resist the temptation to say that word
right about now, sorry; W----O----W!
The
stock market has not dropped one single trading day in about a month
now, or so it seems, it may have a day here and there, maybe, but AS
I TOTALLY PREDICTED GINA AND ALL OTHERS, it is totally FLYING TO THE
MOON AND THE STARS OUT BEYOND THAT, and none of you knew it, but I
KNEW IT, and there is a reason I knew it, and it is why I was able to
consistently win money playing professional roulette back in 1986,
and that is, the truth about Parallel Event, or applying it, as in
the word APE. Now this is not some big secret, and has been told and
discussed for seven years of my blogs now. What has not been told
completely is how the total story of everything all fits together,
and for a good reason. I don't yet have it all figured out, but I'll
admit one thing here and now. I would bet the devil himself, my soul;
and in fact am doing so right now; that when I tell a few beyond
gargantuan things later on, it will be curtains. But I will not tell
these things, as long as the EVIL EMPIRE does not strike me with some
huge plan. There is no other possible reason for this
REAL MARCH MARKET MADNESS,
taking the DJIA up to places never before, and past where they were
since nearly six full years ago, unless some giant evil master plan
is being hatched against me, and the only thing that I can think of,
is another attack on my transportation. We all know what is being
said and it goes way beyond the Julliard Music School joke, already
told. I will agree not to tell this beyond huge secret, IF you do not
mess with me here. You can keep your rotten fucking stock market, you
evil capitalist greedy rat bastards. But as long as you do not go
after me at full blast, I'll fucking agree not to go after you at
full blast. Even my wonderful adorable child will tell you, that you
don't want me to do this, and nothing on my blog as of yet even
starts to tell this secret.
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, 'meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One's Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W--------O--------W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!
This was in my eternal shut up file, but I will remove it from there, unless you follow the advice of Sarah Crossover, and be good boys and girls. Your fucking move. But once it is told, the press will be all over this building in 24 hours and there will be no turning the clock back, so a very happy Thanksgiving, Russ-1500. You all behave a little bit, and I will, a little bit. Queen to queens level what Billy Shatner Trek? Is this the great Rockdroid equation, or is it Walmart equals Suddenly Seeing a neighboring house down the road, oh great ex-POPE? As for why MARCH has been the quintessential madness and sadness for me, this year; well; GAGA Kitty-Cat said to me, 'meow, meow, PCN-716. I cannot resist this one, and please TD, you are my fave bank and always will be, so please let me have a truck back on Route One's Fort Pierce, Florida Branch, thank you so very much, W--------O--------W. I have enough to blow away an army, later!
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MORIANITY-PART-5,
CHAPTER 00006
5:55
PM-EDST, 11 MARCH, 2013, EARLY MONDAY EVENING
For
an hour or more this morning, my dirt ball nabes from across the
hallway made a horrendous lot of noise shouting and banging doors.
But this dark cloud has a very silver lining, beyond just what my new
pal and budding upcoming promising new world famous entertainment
attorney of the future after my case wins global 'and beyond'
attention and recognition; has plans of doing with all of this; but I
ran into Debbie Marotto today after returning from the Dollar Deals
Store on Route One a mile to my south or just about, where I needed
to buy some various cleaners that will take care of bringing my
apartment up to specks in my kitchen and bathroom, and along with the
sponges and scouring pads and all of it, cost me only a fin and
change with the cut for the governor all included. So Tomorrow, I
will be a srubbin' folks, and THAT sir Rockdroid, is a lot more than
just the great equation, and you can tell Misses Roddenberry I said
so! As I returned back to my building, Debbie was coming out to sit
down on her smoke break and shoot the shit with the residents that
sit out there as well, and I showed her what I bought and she told me
it is all perfect, and will do the job very nicely. But the real
silver lining is something that will be taking care of my noise
problem once and for all, and I will not be blogging it. If you need
to know for any reason my friend Shf. Ken Mascara, sir, just get in
touch with Resident Manager, DM, she will inform you, and the real
super frikkin WOW
of all of this, is that this all takes me back to good old Robin Hill
Apartments, and 1984; and this blog most certainly, US © Office; is
FOR THE
RECORD, ON THE RECORD,
and yes folks, BY THE RECORD. Another WOW is most definitely needed
here, yet a lot of my following Morians may be scratching their
heads, but oh well; I'll be getting
into a lot more than just better explanations of this,
as the hours and days continue to keep ticking on and on and on and
on, YO! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I really do miss my wonderful
'WOW TRUCKS', TD BANK. Please bring one back, so I can see it when I
go over to do my banking. It is the only thing I have to keep me
close to the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle; as in her human form,
she totally hates my guts. Ain't life grand, David Bally?
Yes
dudes and duddesses, I AM
SURE THAT WALL STREET IS GETTING
ITS WAY, as this was
another horrific frikkin weekend, and everyone of them now will be;
unless the sheriff and the police
can do something to protect me better on weekends; knowing how this
evil Wall Street
operates!!
MORIANITY-5,
CHAPTER 00005
5:28
PM-EDST, SUNDAY, 10 MARCH, 2013
STARTING
BLOG, ON ANOTHER FUCKING SUNDAY SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ATTACK, SIR
SHF. K. MASCARA
All
day today, there is one fire alarm after another being INTENTIONALLY
SET OFF, it is not a PHA test, as the fire trucks come here each and
every time, so some resident is doing this on purpose. Never ever,
unless it is a test, that is run on that day, in my two years here
now; have there been FOUR FIRE ALARMS IN
ONE DAY, AND WITHIN ABOUT 4 OR FIVE HOURS OF
TIME PERIOD.
The
scum across the hall are shouting, and are in and out with their loud
booming ass doors as well, but I can almost understand it when this
many mother fucking fire alarms are going off today. It just now
stopped, this FOURTH FUCKING ONE, and
the fire truck is outside of the building, for the fourth time now.
It is 22 minutes past fucking four this late afternoon. This is about
the worst and noisiest Sunday ever, but notice peeps; EVERY
FUCKING SUNDAY FOR A MONTH OR TWO
NOW, SINCE THIS SUPER DOW JONES BULL RALLY
THAT IS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL, all began, THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE has struck me with severe deadly fucking
pummeling and death siege, so that they can get these huge ICPE-APE
results on the following BUSINESS FUCKING WEEK, ON THEIR DIRT BAG
TOTALLY FUCKING CHEATED
STOCK MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I will quickly tell you two things. First of all, my new
lawyer pal, that will be fresh out of college in the first week this
May, and who is going to help me to sue
these WOMO ENEMIES FOR ONE TRILLION
DOLLARS, after proving a lifelong fucking pattern, of
unspeakable and unthinkable persecution that is worse than what was
done to all of the Jews combined who suffered under Hitler; and this
is truth so help me ALL MIGHTY GODDESS ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH
KRASSLE; and he told me that WOMO will probably
do this very exact thing to me this very weekend, and he has a
buddy over in our local Fort Pierce Fire Company, so as a
collaboration, this will ALL FIT SUPER DYNAMITE PERFECTLY, RIGHT INTO
MY MOTHER FUCKING HANDS, ladies and freaking gentlemen, YO YO YO YO.
So go chew on this little tid bit of indigestion juice, you twat
lapping fucking bastard enemies from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bounce that all around, YO YO Nothing Prophets, of fucking McDonald
Dancing 1988'ers, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The
second thing now, is 'thisssssssssss', Miss Erica 'AMC' Snakes of
1983, WOW! The second
thing is that when I shortly blog some major previous
three week GAWNUM EQUATIONS from good old pussy cat GAGA,
well, let me just say that maybe you should brace for a real roller
coaster ride on Wall Street, when I do, and also, here are the
already provable facts about the folks trying to get me thrown into
the street. They have admitted on tape, to a private investigator,
who they think is their friend, well until they all read this fucking
blog; about taking the air out of my rear automobile tire, as well as
put dozens of cock roaches into my apartment, and one of their
friends is indeed, or was at that time, with the PHA, and has been
recently fired for misconduct, and Sheriff Mascara sir, I need a lot
of help from these HORRIBLE FUCKING
THUGS SIR, and also, I cannot in good conscience tell
whether this man lost his position with the PH Authority for coming
in here and letting dozens of roach babies loose in my apartment
about ten months or so ago, or if it was totally an unrelated
something else; but thank the goddess
that he is no longer working for the 'PHA'. Still, they are trying to
get me on the street and homeless, Sheriff, and I am the one who does
nothing wrong and is in here every day and night being good and quiet
as a mother fucking church-mouse, YO. This is the lifelong fucking
hell that I AM forced to endure, Roseann Neckbites, and yes, maybe if
you all were raped by an older married woman and had a crazy vamp
after you at age 14 and a half at the same time, or were they one and
the same person, as I know this star family can do miracles beyond
what Christ did when here, and just who do you think Christ was, and
why do you think the Pope really stepped down, and should I go on,
Sheriff Mascara, and
others out here in the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
YO? As the lovely 'L&O-CI' musical genius, and
young lovely girl, would say right about now; 'The End'!
THE
END!
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