3:19
AM-EDST, SATURDAY, APRIL 6, 2013
OK,
Mister Joel, time for some big time honesty, not that I was holding
back with intention of not saying all this, merely waiting for the
time that I personally for reasons no one need concern themselves
with, know is the right time, to just fill in some blanks that I've
left intentionally not filled in for quite some time, or filled in
maybe partially, maybe.
This
may appear from the onset that this is building into a huge blog, the
size of the last one only without being a mere compilation work, and
no, it will be not be all that long, so see if you can stay with me,
not that this matters all that much.
Good
people, I do not know you, you know me, this gives you a great
advantage in a cosmic chess game that you have no idea of its
importance, I don't care if the President Himself is one of my
readers, you have no clue what is happening, all around me, for my
mortal lifetime, and for eternity far out beyond any of that
childishness. There are things that have happened to me that go
worlds beyond what even the best television documentaries, or the
sci-fi buffs dare to go, or can go. I need not go there to make my
case or my point on this blog, but I'll do one better than
that, through the cosmic rear doors. Let me show you what I mean,
plain out simple, no fancy-shmancy words and rhetoric.
I
have told you many things, and promised to elucidate upon them, and
what I did not tell you, is this was conditional. If no one wants to
hear these elucidations, then time will tick by and pass, and not one
viewing person will so much as say, hay shit-head, where is the
details on this, or that, that you said you would be discussing. This
was not meant to be a one way forum, and after close to 7.3 years
now, it still IS A ONE WAY forum. As stated before, I cannot request
anything of anyone, but I can adjust the motive and goals of these
blogs, according to the response or lack thereof, to what I tell. It
is not as though I am talking about the next NASCAR Race or the next
biggest viral Youtube video, as you all know, I could care less. I
have bigger fish to fry, starting with scum bags nabes who have been
slamming in and out all day, and it is now 3:33 AM, and I'll be
dialing 911 soon. I have bigger things to worry about than the latest
dumb Entertainment World crap. It never did mean a dam thing to me,
and does not now, nor will it ever. My interests are in real things,
the EW is all about fantasy and things made up in the minds of those
who work in it, no matter what kind of art it is, even the art of
tremendous athletic ability. I do not condemn them, just saying I do
not have a lot of time for any of that shit, never did, never will,
because my life is real, and it is major fucked up, and it honestly
is that simple, no big bells and whistles attached.
So,
I will honor the one person who has asked me a genuine question about
the Astral plane, and try and understand that I do not live and
exist, all though my physical body or beingness does, in regular time
that moves in any one speed or in any one direction. It is like the
print you are reading, in numerous ways. The Spell Checker is
programmed to respond to this font, not red lining anything that I do
not spell incorrectly, yet look at the ridiculousness of the
printing, and see, I make up a word like adding NESS to ridiculous,
and it red lines me. I will use it anyway, fuck them, it fits. Now
suddenly like magic, the word is accepted. Even when I go to extreme
lengths to try and make powerful points, this time travel company
called Microsoft Saucer Aliens, and don't fucking laugh to quickly
peeps, as there is powerful shit in all of this; kicks in.
L-4,
let me tell you that I will never again say ladies and gentlemen,
L-4, or any of it, and will address the audience, whoever you all are
out there in magic-ozland behind the Q-Girl Twister Curtains of RORO,
simply as 'folks', and let me keep it there, for the simple reason
that I know as sure as I sit here now at this computer work station,
that a few folks are out here and have some type of personal interest
in what I print and post next. Then there are another group who are
the worriers, the WOMO Microsoft owners of everything, who are
plotting even as I speak, to kick me off the system, and they can do
it, believe me. But I'll beat them to the punch by exiting on my own,
strategically, and very soon. What I had hoped to accomplish,
actually backfired, and someone is laughing about that so loud, that
my 'soul' is able to hear it, and that is gospel truth. I wanted to
appease the great gods, now let us re-name this to anything that fits
your comfort zone, the owners of the world, you know
movers/shakers/fortune-500 etcetera, the one god concept of an all
powerful creator punisher god, or anything in-between these two
things that could range from a realm filled to the brim with multiple
powerful gods or advanced entities or whatever, and so on and so
forth, nearly endlessly, but I wanted to appease this force that has
been against me since the day I stood knee high to a stinky wart
covered toad, and instead, have angered this whatever it is, ten or
more fold, in this 7.3 years of blogging, an idea suggested to me by
a security guard coworker by the name of Christopher Bennett. As with
all things in my miserable pathetic life, I try and give it all I
have and push to the wall, and only end up realizing that Ida been
further ahead if I had relaxed with cable TV and not done one mother
fucking thing, an old argument I had with my miserable no good rotten
mother, and of course, lost the argument in utter total fucking
futility, as black and white irrefutable proof was not good enough
for that daughter of a slob. Hay good folks, she meant well, and
she'll always get an A+ from me on THAT, and ONLY on
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still I've always been a
champion fighter for not bad mouthing anyone who tries, and she did
try, she just was as twisted and screwed up as anyone could ever get,
living here on this human realm. So I am going to say a few words to
ADS if that person is here, and if not, I can only cosmically major
apologize for the situation that I am indeed in, where I can watch
one half of a football game in 1995 and the other half right now, and
to me it is one game, and it matters not one tiny speck that more
than 17 years passed. Don't try to crawl into my head or be me, you
won't like it in fucking there, folks. When someone who is real and
on the up and up wants to know how time can run in various ways by
simple seeming magic tricks, and why humans and other beings on Earth
need to sleep and dream, and all the real details that are light
years ahead of where anyone is right now in any university or in any
documentary on television, and a million other things, then ask, and
I will tell, otherwise, my blogging will become just a journal. A
mere Beaver Cleaver diary without Roseann Delaney or anything else,
not even a set of rail road tracks to worry parents. Gee, not even
symbolism. You have no idea what you will be missing, if that is, you
are missing it. You see, if you already have as much and maybe more,
of the omniscient wisdom than I do, then you don't need me talking,
and you are merely monitoring and sweating bullets on what I may
decide to do or say. This leaves me to ponder now, just what is going
on, and just how do I wish to respond from this point on, in this
game, inside the dollhouse that is inside the dollhouse. First off,
there is the dollhouse, and then comes cyberspace which in many ways,
talk about symbolic crap, I mean a hit tune by Scylla says it all, so
UI can shut up right now. There was a boy in the late sixties who
when someone would call him names would take something out of his
pocket, no, not a knife, but words as we all know can be very
injurious weapons, Hillary Duff is on the $$$$$ 100%. Now speaking of
Roseann, yes, let us not play dumb here folks. Of course, using what
happened on 10SC Avenue not once but twice, and the same family at
other locations not in Atlantic City, doing this on half a dozen
other occasions to me as well, well, yes, so why couldn't she have
bitten me in 1983? Who can ever really know these things, all the way
from breath echos to Copyright Examiners, or even fishing jetty's
that are out of regular time as well, Ouch, silver-hands Jeff. No one
can ever know a dam thing for sure, and we all know that, and I
believe humanity chose to stop letting that bother them any more, and
they morphed into this wild nutty New Weird Odor to keep a different
agenda in the front of their consciousness, almost to beat things
like the old time worries at their own game. Most people don't even
give death much thought any more, they live, and one day, they die,
and don't care at all. Now that is fine if you are me and really know
what is real, but how others can be comfortable doing that, well,
that eludes me beyond anything I can ever even hope to type about it.
OK
there ADS, I will tell you a little bit more about my personal
situation that will directly go into responding to your exact
question that you asked me on a comment at the Wordpress site back
last year sometime, or maybe even before that year, I am no expert on
these computers, not 1% of 1% of 1%. I've had more time since
learning of your comment to me, to reflect on your exact query, and
actually have some new information that I promise, should you still
be out here, I'll tell you. I do not have it in front of me, it is in
a pile of papers that pertain to my blogs, everything form passwords
to e-mail addresses to how to perform some kind of task on a website
or in my own computer, and what have you. I will find it, and soon, I
promise you. I actually realized that I'd given by accident, a little
false information to you, and that there was really one situation
where the Astral World appeared indeed to be effected by what we do
here as opposed to the normal lawtronic reverse that simply put means
it is written in cosmic stone that it never works in that mode, but
even so, it is part of an elaborate system of illusions. First off,
even without that being said, ILLUSION is everything, and there is
nothing one bit special about an illusionist/magician, no matter how
great they and their tricks are. What makes them them and us us, is
also part of a powerful illusion. Why is your doctor a doctor? Why is
your stock broker a stock broker? Sounds silly like I'm trying to
prove I'm a moron, huh, well I'm not folks, YO. The simple truth is
that behind the great curtains of everything, is not a loud mouth
wizard but rather a complicated numeration system endlessly trying to
solve an equation. The entire Sixth dimension is a realm that spits
tiny pieces of itself out into lower dimensionality, creating
universes and eventually in some of them, carbon thinking beings or
reflections of themselves on the sixth dimension. How can anyone know
what I have spoken for 7.3 years, NOT see that it is all true and
real, right down to who the All mighty Goddess is in present
incarnation? Well, traffic is directed towards as well as against all
websites and blogs, in powerful ways that only the top one or two
percent or less of the Microsoft employees themselves, really have a
true clue about. I know what is going on, and I know there is no
stopping it. I am merely doing my 18 and out, and then as JOJO, the
fun begins. If I was wrong, the world would be buzzing and blazing in
24 hours, just from this post alone, going up to blogger tonight;
only I'm not wrong, am I, AHA AHA AHA? Of course not, and PP, you are
as clueless as a bat reading the big-E on the eye chart. Dinner is
ready, let the universes wink out for a vigintillionth of a
microsecond. Folks, whether or not Roseann Delaney got me on night in
that Atco home in 1983, matters goose eggs David Bacon 0 zip. vocoder
machines and ears don't lie, huh Stephanie? But as for the sixth
dimension, they are like the brains down here in a microcosm, each
one of our entire universes is one cell in this huge brain. Even the
early eighties weird theories began to see that, BUT, that is where
they let the child turn the light-switch off and go downstairs to
dinner, quietly, maybe. All puns and jokes aside, stopping it where
you did is tantamount to not even starting it at all. You left out
the power of the circle, the string is fine and well, but all of it
has to bend around and connect again, endlessly. What the fuck else
can it ever hope to do? Those strings when long enough will do the
equivalent of becoming heavy and bend down and around, only to all
reconnect. But effecting uplines, or a light starry world (the spirit
world), well, look at what the bios all say of how interested many
within this star family, were in all of this, they couldn't make that
disappear, and THAT fits biggest of all, into my story, PERSONALLY,
of course, great French models all notwithstanding, or Pathmark
Stores, this can be the next thing to poof away, not that I said what
I said to ADS. You see why I had to write that fucking tune in 1983,
US © Office, called, “Uncles On Bending knees”????????? Just how
does one fight All Mighty Goddess ISIS, I mean the symbolism says it
all, IT IS WHAT IT IS, ISIS, WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
AND
HAVE NOW READ THIS CHAPTER NUMBER
XXXVII. BYE-BYE, E/T.
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
theansweristheqyuestion
On
Blogger since January 2006
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My blogs
About me
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Gender |
Male |
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Industry |
Non-Profit |
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Occupation |
paranormal
researcher |
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Location |
Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States |
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Introduction |
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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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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Favorite
Movies |
all
old movies |
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Favorite
Music |
most
old music |
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Favorite
Books |
The
winds of war, Time
travelers from our future, Gone
with the wind, |
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Now
before we proceed with the blog, see this:
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
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