6:00
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 11 APRIL, 2013
I
know I've worn out my cosmic welcome with proving how
transdimensional phenomenon is all throughout my personal life,
perhaps yours too, some of you, only you'll got through life
endlessly aware of it. You need to be looking for it in most cases.
It is like not killing ants. If you
love
ants, and do not wish to hurt them as you walk through your daily
routines; you'll need to be extremely vigilant and cognizant of them,
and all of your steps. The majority of us don't care if we kill some
ants as we move through our daily affairs, and we do I'm quite sure;
and are never even remotely aware that it ever even occurred. Forgive
the little parable my good folks, but it's simple, and tells what I
need to say, right up front and simple.
I
used a lot of this cosmic high math talk, when my blogs all started;
as this is also when things progressed a lot more than they already
were at with me and the star-family. The biggest one was the strange
way that two town areas in Jersey, Chatsworth and Hammonton, seemed
to reverse, in so far as being places I believed to be living and it
all seemed to switch over the course of one night, in my own head,
the night where I had the vision of the 6-9 rooms in the home owned
by Hammonton Judge, Frank Raso. The many postings that I made, talked
about this wild situation, and how the great pop diva MC was telling
me in this 'experience', that the blueberry and the cranberry
capitols of the world had reversed while I was with her in that
outlandishly unfathomable experience. If you read it through
carefully, it was only about 17 months or so later, when she did that
really wild cool movie, that the teacher character was given the name
that to me, was nothing short of my THIRD-SIGN, that was both given
to me by MC, and being unmistakable, and remember how I asked her for
a sign that this was more than just some wild crazy dream, and she
had given me two signs, the computer not working when doing my next
blog back on late June of 2008, as well as the switch of towns, but
the coolest part of all this was that one of these two two signs, had
a second sign all built into it as well, you know BLU and CRAN as in
the berries, and then the characterful portrayed by gorgeous Paula
Patton, BLU RAIN. Rain and Cran are about as similar as you can get
without just duplicating the words entirely, and BLU speaks for
itself. Now this is also a part of more than just getting a vision,
and later on, three powerful signs, over a nearly two year period.
Now
I cannot force anyone to believe a story as powerful as what led up
to doing these seven plus years of wild blogs, and a lot more as
well, but you will see if you're following this with any retention
and reading skills, even if you are fighting it with all your might;
that things are, as Ed Lynch Himacane would put it so well a while
ago; simply not always explainable rationally. Things do happen
around me that just cannot be explained. Forget pulsar star-ships
(literally) from 2007, forget all the wild stuff that goes and went
down, on the one and only Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, in New
Jersey; and a lot more, but how about another Venka Strongirl deal
going down right in front of my face for a year or two now, maybe a
lot longer, I cannot be sure so I won't lie and tell you I know when
the time lines all fit together with what I'm about to impart now on
this blog, but here it is anyway, plain and simple, and mind blowing.
This is a hurricane force mind blow, if you can't take it right now,
stop reading and come back to it when you're more in the mood,
please, I do not want to cause any health related issues online with
what I will now say. It is a double whammy bubble, and it is a
whopper as well, Professor Obama Pepperwinkle Phonetransporter. Hold
onto your shoes, hats, and sanity, and don't eat any poison cupcakes,
chocolate or vanilla, and wow, yes, another transdimensional miracle
for you, oh great Sir Hawking.
Until
2 years ago, I did not know how to go up online and retrieve the
public record that now has been posted on numerous occasions to my
many blogs, of my musical works in the Library of the Congress,
Copyright Office, in Washington, 13-600 DOC. I suppose this time, my
Robbie slowness, was 'MY PROBLEM', on or
off of Grant Avenue. Folks, when Jesus was executed by the Roman
authorities nearly 2000 years ago to the day, and rose from the dead
a while later, it was so unbelievable that folks who saw our LORD
(SAR) had a brain-eye confrontation within their grasp of sanity.
Because folks just don't rise from the dead in that manner, as we all
know this was not like being brought back in 4 minutes by today's
modern miraculous medical technologies, we are talking the entire
story here of days and nights of being dead, and before he was
buried, he was pierced and all his inside liquid was gone, and he was
beat to a pulp and already in critical condition before even getting
up to the top of that Calvary Hill, and I could type on and on. This
was total death, no hoax, no tricks, no words on tapes that don't
belong, no Houdini stuff, just the real total McCoy of a dead man
rising out of death as never before in humankind history. To see
this, the mind forces the brain to recognize a slightly altered
something, in his case, they would see Jesus as looking slightly
different, recognizable yet different, and the bible is quite plain
about this fact. Folks, I need not switch any gears here, it is all
really the same topic. It was enough of a shock to meet the King
branch of TAWF, and slowly get indoctrinated into how I was all
planned to fit within this star-family over millions of years, just
as the book, 'TPB' all basically predicted only with a slightly
different twist to it. How many shocks can anyone take? My own mother
said that and the blogs already have a record of it, as half her
story nearly has been blogged, and as I said, I plan soon to do the
story in its entirety and make it one entire chapter in my Morianity.
She talks about how one too many real bad mental shocks, pushed her
mind over the edge just past sanity, into a magic zone where no
shrink or DSM-5 book can even hope to ever properly probe into
entirely and expect to compile an ''All the answers'' data booklet.
Now when I started posting up my copyright song information to my
blogs, I quickly proofread stuff, and merely assumed that that
dribble in the middle in-between the pages describing my works, was
some sort of an example sheet, you know, like in school when a test
is taken, or anywhere, on a job or wherever it may be, normally, most
tests have sort of sample Q&A areas, so we can be sure we are
answering things the way that each particular test wants us to do so.
I had no idea until the ninth day of this month, just two days back,
on Tuesday afternoon, after posting the monster blog of Morianity
Part Five, Chapter 00041, that this was anything other than
some sample thing, I mean people, even Jesus do not get up after
nearly four days and nights and rise from death, and the biggest
entertainment studio on the planet is not going to be searching and
researching something about a total nobody never-was like Mark Wayne
Mohr. Well, Jesus did walk up and out of the tomb, and I did not
recognize a seeming impossibility either, and must now conclude, that
with al of my enlightenment, should I have lived back then as Mark
Wayne Mohr, all enlightened and everything, I too would have been
tricked by EYE-BRAIN illusion, and seen the great LORD a tad
differently. The absolute verification of that is this recent
revelation just 2 days ago. Here I am a total nobody, and yet, the
big big big boys are or were, checking me out. This would be
comparable to a fat pimply grossly ugly dude with a nose like a pig
and elephant ears, suddenly realize he is being checked out by some
beyond red hot ravishing Manhattan super model. Things like this
don't happen. Lots of you believe this type of stuff about all of my
MORIANITY, and that is both fine, and normal. But read on to the old
blog now, and scroll down, and see it for yourselves,on that music
copyright page. See if I make up stories, liker I made up the huge
huge bull rally in the stock market. The funny part of all of this,
is that the ninth of April was a day of fantastic revelation, yet it
was also a nasty-ass BOTBAR. In my life,
I have always noticed that on days where huge things happen, lots of
persecution is also there, as if THEY ALREADY KNOW THAT THISIS THE
LAST DAY THAT I STAY IGNORANT ABOUT A HUGE ISSUE PERTAINING TO THEM,
the miserable evil demonic LAMBRIGG CULT, known by many Earthly names
and told about all over social media such as the great all mighty
Youtube website.
No
matter how you shake it up people, why did it take me so long to see
this was not just a sample and that I was being checked out by the
biggest peeps in the bizz fro reasons only the gods can know, and
then the even greater pressing question arises as it has to quite
naturally, why me, a total nobody. Most peeps send their stuff to
record companies and try to get a deal, and one out of 1000 get a
deal, and one out of 100 of those deals are even successful in small
ways, nothing like the world of top artists for example. Here I am,
just an amateur not trying to join this click from hell, and they're
checking me out. If PP is out here, is must be climbing up the walls.
He was jealous of me from the day we met, and for reasons I will
never live long enough to even remotely be able to figure out. I am
the most miserable fucking human being on this planet. I think about
killing myself a minimum of three times a day, and wish for death
continually, and have been doing this since the age of 20, and I am
now nearly 60 folks, that is nearly 40 fucking years, good folks.
I wish
everybody only the best, I just want to go and die!
Well
it is time to post up and crash a while. Tomorrow, I will sign my new
lease for another year here in sunny paradise Florida,
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, and TD BANK. Be friendly with me LIGHTNING, I miss
you, and I love you, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nighty-night
good folks.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
I
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS HAS BEEN CHAPTER
NUMBER 00042.
Never
mind scrolling, I pasted it all right here on this blog of Morianity
Part V, Chapter XLII. Have a nice day folks, happens every day,
right, sure, turn the page, Daddy!
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
Profile views - 2779
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 complete the blog, please 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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