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I AM STARTING THIS BLOG AT THIRTEEN PAST ELEVEN, POST MERIDIAN, MONDAY MORNING, 14 APRIL, 2013.
A lot of loud doors have slammed since 1:17 AM this morning, when ditz-head came slamming in across from me. I have seen it worse, but it is a pain in the ass nonetheless.
I have tried to see recently, what is peaking the interest of viewers the most and the least, if of course they do not know I am trying to get a read on this, as I cannot be sure of anything anymore, not with so many folks out of 'regular time'. Once upon a time in any real world I used to live in between 30 and 50 years ago, the recent few months of blogs would bring a larger audience than I believe to have, my guess is two dozen. I could be way off, but normally, am off no more than 50 percent in guessed situations, so that puts it between 12 and 36 readers/viewers. It is only in my opinion, but if these viewers were not 90 percent, mu own M2F, the old people telling people thing would kick in, and the operation would grow. It has grown slightly, but nothing like it would if that was 10 percent M2F and 90 percent normal regulars living in 'regular' time, © Office. In addition, there is a lot more, but I will say one more thing, and it is also quite powerful when examined both thoroughly and honestly, as best as anyone can do. Not only would powerful stuff that you do not see happen every day with any blogger all being part of this MORIANITY BLOG, cause a tell to tell linear increase in my audience, but if it was closer to the 90 percent 'reals' and 10percent M2F, viewers would hit my music, and they never ever do. I told about this before, and my read count dropped to nearly nothing for a while until I shut up on this forbidden topic, and slowly went back to pretending this is not a factor in anything and blogging without any mention of this, and the counts resumed their normal weekly averages. Yes, why would M2F readers want to read the blogs and not listen to the music? It has nothing to do with Dell Guard buttwipe down on the first floor who turned out to be another totally worthless person, and his so called 'leacher link hacks', that he told me about some time back.
Is there any more to this? You bet your British Petroleum there is, good folks, 10%, 90% or any percent. If every single reader is the M2F, you still are my good folks. If people ignore me, my Google standing in this last biblical days of Microsoft-Antichrist ownership of all of us poor slaves to them, and a simple plot done very well if you really start to think about it, they really do need a major applause from all of us, but yes, if no one reads my blogs, the view count stays still. When folks do read them, it ticks up. Unlike the stock market, it can never go down, but in the world of Microsoft Google Antichrist, you may as well be DEAD, if you do not get good counts, and more and more views. So I watch to see what makes the counts higher and less high, based on a two most recent blog posting and the response since the first of the two is posted, for the next 60 hours, or two and one half days. I know that more than interest is involved, but am planning to shut up on that one, Shorty MacInvondi Forrest Gaincrank. But as for my Youtube activity, or lack thereof would be a much more appropriate way of saying this, only the M2F folks know and understand, the real true awesome power of electronically reproducing transdimensional music, in any kind of way. Let's stop playing games. This is why I know that is at least 90%-MTF, if not 99 or even the entire deal, all though for a while, I know for a fact that it was not 100, now I cannot be sure, with all of my few friends gone, and my family hatting my guts with a passion. So for them to click on any of my YOUTUBE accounts would be tantamount to them being loyal American agents to whatever alphabet soup they belong to. I posted up Wanna' Spend My Time in April of 2011, and instantly 20 hits that I did not in any was cause, were up there, as I did not know how to do links and shares and all of that, back then yet, and I also did not listen on Youtube, but only on my CD copy or on my WMP on my PC. Immediately, huge twisters of record setting levels struck the middle west. Normally, it would take more like 20,000 hits, after all, no magic is that powerful, or is it? People do not want to prove me wrong, as I know exactly how many people have clicked on my transdimensional songs, and keep an accurate count of any new link I make or any view I make. Subtracting these two effects from counts, and only a few songs are from the 'dream-worlds' so only they count by the way, and I will list them. "Love is For Carpenters", Wanna' Spend My Time", "Eternity With Stacey". Out of these three tunes, only two are on Youtube. Even my song from 1996, "SARAH" that IS ON YOUTUBE, is not a transdimensional song. Translation, it was not something heard by me in a dream, or a parallel universe, Dot. So lots of folks are either trying to confuse the heck out of me while enjoying every moment of it, or they only are blog readers and never listen to music on the net other than for accepted top artists and hit songs, narrowing their music perspective in ways they won't live long enough to ever see what they missed, or it is fear and distrust, thinking clicking on any of my stuff will magically cause the next BIG ONE in Cali4nya. No, the family has done more with their other kinds of time manipulation, than I have ever done. That movie called, The Big One, The Great LA Quake, right before it happened, with a family member starring in the movie, Mrs. M Shriver Schwartz herself, now divorced, still family, right OZ-wald???????????????????????? Folks, the power of symbology is just as inescapable as any of ISIS's threats to imprison me forever, in 1997. But peeps do love to imprison folks, that are in this family, Dawn and Ann got me for nearly a year and a half, Sarah Callio Martino trapped a great artist and myself in the Water Company grounds one day in the summer time of 2000, and in transdimensional reality, she has trapped me and locked me up in light-houses many times. I could go on, with or without triptotam meds. As for time manipulation, forget the movie and the quake, how about the lie that the world buys into that Mister Joe Kennedy made his money in bootlegged whiskey? Sure he made some money, and that was what he used to invest in the stock market, only he did not buy, he shorted the entire market, right before the great 1929 crash. Lucky guess? Well, most would say it was some kind of control before they'd dare to entertain some out of regular time mischief, oh my my my my, Doctor Harold Mastertapes Camping, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I could type on and on, and every and any subject such as this one is a mere door opener, and a crack at that, maybe enough to let a shadow of light in, man. And where these shadows choose to dwell when we do not see them, is also a few hundred 'Gone With The Wind', book sizes long, AHA!
I did report to the blogs, that I cannot e-mail Debbie Marotto any more. I did not say I can go into her office Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, if I need to. AHA, MMCN. Anyway, to repeat the music stuff, only two songs will cause some bizarre planetary surface activity if viewed enough and sent through enough electronic circuits, these two posts being, 'WANNA' SPEND MY TIME', and 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'. Even the greedy fisherman song is not transdimensional. I have tape recordings of my daughter at fourteen while she was off playing lab-technician in her 'sleep', up in both 1984 and again in 1986. She is the one with incredible abilities, but then world, is this something I need to preach and arm twist to anybody? How many Mariah Carey's are there, for heaven's sake, literally? Hay, maybe others somewhere may share the two names, but that is all they'll ever share. This as we all know is the one and only MC, and so why then is all of this so incredible to believe? Give me a good answer to that, a really good one, and I will stop my blogs forever, and that is a promise, but it better be a REAL GOOD one!!!! Well, enough is enough is enough, huh BABS? She doesn't need your crummy condo, lady, the All Mighty owns this entire multiverse, so screw you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL TERMINATE MY TRANSMISSION FOR NOW, GREAT PEEPS, and whatever you think of me, facts speak louder!
MORIANITY-4
WOULDA COULDA SHOULDA IFS, AND THE REAL 'IF' BEHIND IT:
It is three minutes past two on a Tuesday afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. The date is February 12, in 2013 AD. These are the blogs of MORIANITY. They began when I resided in Hammonton, New Jersey in early 2006, and now just more than 7 years later, they have been ongoing for just over three years here in Fort Pierce, Florida, with or without my wonderful pal Jimmy Carter's Peanut Farm, or the nearby Peanut Island to the south of me by less than a hundred miles or somewhere thereabout. Most of my monthly errands have been all completed, with only getting my taxes done at the library, and making a few telephone calls, left on the agenda to take care of. II\\\/|/|//\|//\//|///\\|//|\\II|/I|
Goddess All Mighty and Christmas Tree Angels, all aside and notwithstanding, or left standing, Judge Wilinski, and eccentric artists on strange islands; I would like to ask you just what you were running away from, Howard Solomon, Lenny McKinnon, and others from the early nineteen-eighties, as I seemed to have followed suit, yet am the only one aware of it on some conscious level, or subconscious Coolie Hall Level, back in 1972 somewhere; am I right beautiful awesome goddess Sarah Jacobson? Here's a 'woulda/coulda/shoulda', if ever there was one, Ida told that lovely goddess to stay with me forever and never ever leave me, if I could do that one ''all over again'', but this just leads me to the ten years before the incident recently discussed where the IF (Interaction Force) MIND-HACKED me or did a ''Tennessee Avenue'' on me, would be an alternate way of describing this; AS I WAS ALL SET TO TELL ABOUT A MAJOR POWERFUL DREAMING INTERACTION, and poof, right out of my mind it all went.
Here is what I wanted to tell you, and some may know or remember this incident, that occurred while I fell asleep a short while, in a room filled with 'MIND', machine mind; but still MIND, a huge mainframe computer room, while a place was being constructed, a large office building on Atrium Way, just off of Route 73, where I had lived on, just one residence prior to my then Mullica Mobile Manor; owned by the great Mizz Drinkwhale Plageman, AKA pretty but nasty 'Jenny'.
It was Easter Sunday of 2001, Sunday the fifteenth of April, a date I'll never ever forget, just as with the one before that one, Mister President Roosevelt sir, Pearl Harbor Day in 1996, or the seventh of December, at precisely five in the morning.
I had fallen asleep all alone in the middle of a bunch of huge mainframe computers, that were all going to be linked up to many individual office cubicles on the next week, after the holiday. I was on a very comfortable chair with a high back, and was tired, and ended up before I knew it; no longer being aware or conscious, to this waking world here. I was now exploring the vast fifth dimensional hyperspace, or ''dreaming'', as you might put it. This is when I found this other doppelganger me at a huge beyond a human mortal ability to even start describing this place, but a gigantic cliff just outside a huge cavern that went down for miles and had underground rivers and huge areas of clearings that were all brilliantly lit up with light chains, or a series of some strange naturally growing phosphorescent biological F&F or other stuff, that acted as reflective mirrors along a pathway of endless laser tunnels. Only this was a cool light, and magnified infinitely, never got hot, and did not burn; but merely glowed bright and colorfully. When I had come out of that cave, I stood at the cliff that overlooked a huge beach like no beach on this planet. I was a surfer there, and had my board laid against a large stone. A strong wind was blowing, yet this light surfboard remained in perfect place, and did not blow away and down off the cliffs onto the beaches half a mile below me and a good two miles wide, leading to an ocean of water with 500 foot slowly moving perfect waves in perfect sets. Suddenly Lightnings very best friend approached me, and I did not know who she was at this part of things, and she laughed when she saw me try and pick up my board and begin to walk away from this park and back towards a long winding road leading into an area of blocks and blocks of small structures and businesses, and eventually to a place on the left side of this road, called, 'Murray's Soda Shop', a duplication of an American nineteen-fifties soda shop, right down to the last detail.
DIANA, my 'LIGHTNING GODDESS', had this all prearranged with her very best friend, who here by the way, was and maybe still is; with the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, WBST is www.acbp.com/ and used to be accessible on that site. You could not miss this beyond super hot blond. She was short, buxom built, with lovely bright yellow hair, a beyond red hot dish to say the least; and a nice and friendly person as well.
Long Story Short, or (LSS), she had me come into the soda shop with her, and immediately she and Diana were whispering and giggling together, and then she sat down at a table, and Diana came right up to me, and I still did not remember who I was, where I was, or who Diana Arteemis was. She got a real kick out of this, and she came right up to me with her beautiful smile, and stared down at me from her lovely tall height, and just kept smiling at me; knowing all along, that I did not know who I was, or anything else, for that matter. I know that those huge online and powered up mainframe's all around me back in the life where my body laid there dreaming, caused this powerful interaction. I fell so madly in love with Diana, all over again, totally forgetting that I all ready loved her in eternity there, and this is why I tease the old Munsters show with their episode where Lilly Munster and her husband Herman are working at a shipyard, and fall in love all over again, without knowing who they were; as they were doing welding on these ship, they had to wear protective masks; and could not see each other's face, or hear each other's voices normally. I always say that no matter how many times DIANA and I would be put together, with a full memory swipe-erase, we would always fall in love over and over again. Diana is the second person of what mortals call the godhead or Trinidad, if pronounced more in far southwestern parts of the land masses of this world such as South America. Closer to where most are reading these words, this word translates into Trinity. 'TY' or 'DAD', interestingly enough for many reasons, we need not painfully get into right here and now, old spy Sharon, and Mister High School Guidance Counselor Jockamini of the late sixties; are interchangeable from root words, such as is MARTIN root word, becomes suffixed with EZ in Spanish, or O for the Italians. The root word of electrici also can end with either the 'TY' or the 'DAD'. English say 'electricity', while Spanish say electricidad. I always used to love that Delaware connection with the policeman and the highway maintenance-man, that made the news so much during huge snowstorms, back when I Iived up in Jersey; you would see them switch over from Trinidad to Martino, and WOW, Mister Macy, did I get a kick out of that, and had to wipe off some bloody mace can shoes, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Learn to laugh at it all world. My kid has taught me some great stuff, or then, really; did she get this first from me, by reading old Morianity? I think we both know which way this went down, but I am always only too happy to do anything that I can, for this marvelous, wonderful, and unfathomable goddess! Now MICROSOFT CORPORATION seems to have started a hack; insisting there is no such word as 'LIVED' as when I said, 'back when I lived in Jersey'. So let me end the blog for now and post it up to my Wordpress, and my Blogger sites, YO!!!!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
‘TEST THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’
T/T/W/M, etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS
Datfile: 093008.623.55 ------- Begin Transmission:
Well, I drove Ann over 2 Wal-Mart 4 a few whittle items at just past 2 this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a nasty CHEMTRAIL was right there 2 greet me, all ready knowing that I was about 2 drive over there, they obviously hear all that is said in a car, at a workplace, at a residence, and I believe as did Timothy McVeigh that microchips R Milituforce PLANTED right into people, the agent in the project that is so black ops it cannot B discussed, merely walks by the person 2B implanted and has a tiny tool similar 2 Doc MC COY on Star Trek’s original show, or a similar little thing, hay, stuff from this original Star Trek has long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as TAPED-MUSIC, "Mister President Lincoln", so think how far the MILITUFORCE is so high over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine. Those that know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If they wanna' keep pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on counterattack-fighting-back. I am not some geek in a high school, who simply intends 2 wussy-pussy out, and go crying to daddy and mommy, it ain’t happening, bright colorful lawns there, BRO. Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in, and asked me something about the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam Walton’s place. I want 2C if I can get this posted, and finished, by 30 minutes prior 2 closing bells; as if I do not; I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R closed. Free country? Where is Mo, and Larry, and Curly, when U really need them; bing, zong, goonk in the eye? Being sorry 4 not implicitly trusting my great Teen Queen is one thing, and I am; and now I do trust her, as I know U have some fantastic plan in all of this, that as of now; shrouds me in total mystery, great Mariah, but I am angry nonetheless at the filthy diseased LAMIST/ BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS, 4 forcing me 2 endure their evil rotten wrath and destruction, of my innocent and totally pathetic life; when I did nothing ever even close 2 deserving this outlandish and twisted infinite hell, other than being born in this cursed family line 62 generations down directly, from a brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the cats out of the bag that I wish 2 right now, it would not B a bit healthy on my part should I in fact do so. I however, am able 2 say and blog this much. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All Mighty SAR, or LORD, adding the AH makes this word go from masculine into feminine in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should always TEST THE SPIRITS, 2C if they come from Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer or from the Upline Teen Queen that I know 2B Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, asleep in her own thought wave, dreaming she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla, U would simply shorten and abridge all of this 2 the word, GOD. I am testing many spirits, but how R they 2B tested, some of U may in fact now B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees with the ten commandments and the basic principles found in the King James Version or KJV or the 'HOLY' and 'whole complete' total idea and mind, of this great book and its words; then your message is not from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some cases as it is all from the 6th dimension, merely comes from your own systems of thought, and in rarer cases, it is a direct result of interference from ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic Briggbase residents, or the evil Lambrigger Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put Biblically in the time period of less knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined humankind, as exists presently. When I know 4 a fact that Satan the Devil hates me and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken, homeless, friendless, and loaded with endless enemies, with poor health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out on a daily basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives me a winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2 play, Gawky Gaukauk that is, back near this time 28 years ago in the inverted digital ‘80 year; I would have made lots of money, and again, this is not the intentions nor the goals of Satan the Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any way ever, in this material world. So Lottery-Cat, GG, is not part of Satan’s kingdom when U run the TESTING OF THE SPIRITS. On a later and future blog, other examples, both where it was Satan, as well as SSJKK; was determined by indeed, using biblical command, obeying HER mighty words 4 us frail humans; and testing these spirits.
T/T/W/M, etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS
Datfile: 093008.623.55 ------- Begin Transmission:
Well, I drove Ann over 2 Wal-Mart 4 a few whittle items at just past 2 this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a nasty CHEMTRAIL was right there 2 greet me, all ready knowing that I was about 2 drive over there, they obviously hear all that is said in a car, at a workplace, at a residence, and I believe as did Timothy McVeigh that microchips R Milituforce PLANTED right into people, the agent in the project that is so black ops it cannot B discussed, merely walks by the person 2B implanted and has a tiny tool similar 2 Doc MC COY on Star Trek’s original show, or a similar little thing, hay, stuff from this original Star Trek has long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as TAPED-MUSIC, "Mister President Lincoln", so think how far the MILITUFORCE is so high over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine. Those that know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If they wanna' keep pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on counterattack-fighting-back. I am not some geek in a high school, who simply intends 2 wussy-pussy out, and go crying to daddy and mommy, it ain’t happening, bright colorful lawns there, BRO. Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in, and asked me something about the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam Walton’s place. I want 2C if I can get this posted, and finished, by 30 minutes prior 2 closing bells; as if I do not; I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R closed. Free country? Where is Mo, and Larry, and Curly, when U really need them; bing, zong, goonk in the eye? Being sorry 4 not implicitly trusting my great Teen Queen is one thing, and I am; and now I do trust her, as I know U have some fantastic plan in all of this, that as of now; shrouds me in total mystery, great Mariah, but I am angry nonetheless at the filthy diseased LAMIST/ BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS, 4 forcing me 2 endure their evil rotten wrath and destruction, of my innocent and totally pathetic life; when I did nothing ever even close 2 deserving this outlandish and twisted infinite hell, other than being born in this cursed family line 62 generations down directly, from a brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the cats out of the bag that I wish 2 right now, it would not B a bit healthy on my part should I in fact do so. I however, am able 2 say and blog this much. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All Mighty SAR, or LORD, adding the AH makes this word go from masculine into feminine in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should always TEST THE SPIRITS, 2C if they come from Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer or from the Upline Teen Queen that I know 2B Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, asleep in her own thought wave, dreaming she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla, U would simply shorten and abridge all of this 2 the word, GOD. I am testing many spirits, but how R they 2B tested, some of U may in fact now B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees with the ten commandments and the basic principles found in the King James Version or KJV or the 'HOLY' and 'whole complete' total idea and mind, of this great book and its words; then your message is not from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some cases as it is all from the 6th dimension, merely comes from your own systems of thought, and in rarer cases, it is a direct result of interference from ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic Briggbase residents, or the evil Lambrigger Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put Biblically in the time period of less knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined humankind, as exists presently. When I know 4 a fact that Satan the Devil hates me and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken, homeless, friendless, and loaded with endless enemies, with poor health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out on a daily basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives me a winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2 play, Gawky Gaukauk that is, back near this time 28 years ago in the inverted digital ‘80 year; I would have made lots of money, and again, this is not the intentions nor the goals of Satan the Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any way ever, in this material world. So Lottery-Cat, GG, is not part of Satan’s kingdom when U run the TESTING OF THE SPIRITS. On a later and future blog, other examples, both where it was Satan, as well as SSJKK; was determined by indeed, using biblical command, obeying HER mighty words 4 us frail humans; and testing these spirits.
Over the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled black young male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York Nicks Basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then the blimps that were over the Delaware River were all written with things, such as 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'. This was a wild and far out "DREAM" pal.
In closing, the main reason that BRIGGERS hate me, is that I would have been able 2 defeat their wickedness against me, and in my own strength; and breaking a Lawtronic/Biblical rule/LAW. This is when I was taught by 'lightning', from my bathtub in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, how 2 use applied PE 2 the game of Roulette, or how 2 use the APE-2R, as she laughingly described it 2 me when I fell asleep that afternoon in a nice warm early spring bath tub, in my apartment, called the 'HIGHVIEW'. Things R soon going 2 explode huge hyper time with Dawnie Terra the terrible, and some incredible thing will eventually transpire in this marvelous scary and far out MARHOUSE. Don’t get all excited there late Merv Griffin/Pipe, along with your advertising gang, coincidence, just chalk it up 2 that, right? HA!!!!!!!!! Mervelous Merv, and Marvelous Marhouses, all not withstanding; let me now C if Satan the Devil, will let me post this blog up B4 the closing bell on their cheated and controlled fixed Dow Jones, SEC??
BYE-BYE all, 4 now. I will C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ON
THE FUCKING WORST DAY OF MY LIFE WHEN THE DOW JONES HIT RECORD HIGHS
ON MARCH 5, 2013, AND HEADING FAST UP TO
15000 POINTS, MY FUCKING WORD DOCUMENT HAD A HACK IN IT,
AND I FUCKING LOST SHIT, AND NOW NEED TO CAP AND PASTE FROM BLOGGER
BACK INTO HERE, A BACKWARD CAP JOB, BUT STILL, AT LEAST I CAN SAVE MY
SHIT BY DOING THIS. HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
4-COMPILATIONS OF LOST MATERIAL FROM THE PAST WEEK OR SO IS AS
FOLLOWS: How did my ancestor say it up on that horrific cross, ''It
is finished''?
MORIANITY-4
MORIANITY-4---WHEN THEY HAVE YOU DIRT POOR AND DOWN AND OUT, WHERE CAN YOU RUN?
'MORIANITY-4'
WHEN
THEY HAVE YOU DIRT POOR AND DOWN AND OUT, IT IS VERY HARD TO RUN
AWAY AND START ALL OVER, OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE DONE SO LONG AGO, AS
THE HAND WRITING WAS CLEARLY ON THE WALL FOR MY DOOM.
HALF
PAST FUCKING EIGHT IN THE EVENING, TUESDAY, WORST DAY OF THE
CENTURY, MARCH 5, 2013, LEAVE IT ALWAYS TO MOTHER FUCKING LOUSY
ROTTEN MARCH!
Folks,
I cannot stop or prevent this runaway
fucking DOW JONES freight train, nor can I go running
away every time it suits me to do so, as in the case on 12 December
in OHM-9 when if I had not escaped the KING, I would most likely not
lived to see another DAWN, back at that fucking FBI owned Hammonton
Blueberry town home, not Chatsworth to the north, deeper into the
mother fucking Jersey Pine Barrens. I must remain and fight, and
will send e-mails and DYING UTTERANCES to many state and local
authorities later on as the night and week ticks fucking onward.
Scylla said in late June of 2008, that I would be punished for my
non obedience, and have been quite devastatingly. Anyone that has
any problems with believing that, is a dam fool, and so who cares
what they may think or believe, hell, you can go tell me you're a
fucking monkey, it doesn't make you one; nor will it ever hope to
alter the actual truth. She tells me how disappointed in me she is,
over and over, well, you know my Morians, let me express a little
something here. She pulled all of this shit for thousands of years,
maybe longer, and you all barely can grasp the nineteen sixties and
what's been done to me by this all powerful controlling and RULING
entity, let alone the much longer span of interactions in hyperspace
with her and me, so why even go on there, except to say that I too
am extremely disappointed with the great ISIS-SCYLLA? What, are you
jealous because Diana came to me all night long, and was with me,
communicated with me, flashed lovely colors for me; and so you had
to totally ruin my day? Actually folks, go to your local fucking
minister, now, or wait for Wednesday, or Sunday; and tell him or her
about my blogs; and then ask if 'Jehovah' is not an extremely
jealous GOD, and if the Holy Bible does not say this
as plain as fucking ass 'day', other 'PP', so don't fucking stone me
to death, you religious extremists. I am merely a messenger who is
telling what's fucking going on in my dam life, and what I read as
plain as the stench of dogshit, right in the Holy Words of the KJV
Christian Bible. Then ask your buddy's buddy until one of them is a
psychiatrist, or maybe you even see one, that's none of my fucking
business; but ask if they can read through this Old Testament Bible,
and not diagnose Jehovah with about half a dozen sike features, and
if really carefully studied and examined despite her beyond mind
blowing intelligence without limit, to us human globs of maggots in
stasis, until our hearts all quit their rhythmic beating; that this
entity is a juvenile, a very far advanced one; but it is indeed as
I've told you all right along, a sixteen year old girl. I can only
tell my blogs what has happened in my life. This is my duty to
cosmos, and goes way beyond just me being super fucking pissed off
at the cock sucking world right about now, YO. That, I'll swear to a
million ISIS Goddesses, even if they all 'pick me', and I lose a
quintillion toes before this is all over. So what is this fucking
shit with automobile mechanics, YO??? Has anyone ever got an idea
about that, and wants to share, YO? I mean I have my own ideas, but
none of you really seem to believe, or agree with them; so my
question now becomes, then why not share yours with the poor little
fucking chemtard of the sike-ward, huh DEEZY SLIM, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know, folks are basically cowardly. Either because what's going on
around me, and is against me, is huge in this world, or huge in the
outer world, and I know it is one and the same; but who gives a fuck
what I claim to know? Still, it is as though I am not afraid to come
out and tell this entire thing for 7 plus years now on these blogs,
and yet anyone who reads them, is sort of walking on editorial
eggshells about it all. Hay, I stand up to bullies, and I do not
care if they own the land, or claim to rule the empire. This family
has knocked out my entire life, and I AM good and pissed off about
it peeps, and am not going to be all that fucking shy about it, BRO!
Sorry, but I just am not gonna' be, YO. That's that, Mister Esolph,
and this ain't some fable.
Still,
very shortly, all of my shit will be down off of the internet. It is
only making shit fucking far worse for me, and I can see this quite
plain and clear as hell. It has been seven years and two months now,
so either I AM the densest
living person on this globe of pig crap, or it is time
to for me to grow up and see that this internet shit is certainly a
far cry from being my answer to anything, except a hell of a lot
more grief and pain and tears and hell, cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just from saying this, the computer did a major fuck up almost as
though to agree with me TO GET FUCKING RID OF IT. I will be getting
rid of my TV, my internet and cable, and just keep my old landline
telephone, and save for my bankruptcy; then get the fuck out and
away from this hellish evil nation.
I
asked why this day was so fucking horrible, and my GAGA CAT said
'Meow-meow, PCN-770'. But here is the real kicker folks. On the very
worst botbar day of the year, and maybe in fucking many fucking
years; I decided to see how many more units I could lose in my
systems roulette, after being clocked out of 48.5 units over the
weekend, and instead; I made not only this amount back, but 15 more
to boot, so I have no fucking cunt lapping answers for any of you,
and only All mighty SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE can know why she plays with
me as she does, her fave doll I suppose, and YO, if you know her,
and you were to ask her; do you really honestly think, you assholes;
that she is going to come out and admit to any of this? Will you
fucking give me a god dam break ladies and cock sucking gentlemen,
please, thank you so
much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I need to do a CAP & Paste in reverse, as the machine
earlier fucked up royal, and erased out an entire week of my blogs
from the office 3.1 system, so I need to cap it back from my blogger
page. The more I mess with this All mighty Jehovah character, the
more She is going to fuck with me, and I knew this in 2008 when all
of this got started, but at least one positive resulted from it all.
No longer am I totally haunted by either June 4, 1983 or right about
on that same date somewhere give or take a day or two, three years
back in 1980. The song ''Love is for Carpenters'', now makes total
sense as to why this all happened to me; and so does my choking
condition; and I guess I was meant to cross
over a lot more than just Academy Road, and when I
seemed imperious to death, things went as many bible believers know
very well, beyond
death, and what does your bible say is beyond fucking
death, but oh shit, you know it only too fucking well ladies and
gentlemen, it is fucking HELL!
555555555555555555555555555555
MORIANITY-4---SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER BOTBAR, RIGHT GIANT GINA, TOLD YOU SO
MORIANITY-4
SUPER
SUPER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR, AND MARCH IS THE WORST FUCKING CUNT
MONTH I HAVE HAD IN MANY YEARS
6:12
PM-EST, MARCH 5, 2013 AT FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED---ALERT---RED-ALERT---RED ALERT
I
TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH ALL TIME RECORD
FUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY IS ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE 15,000 LEVEL
AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY, THE
ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU BASTARDS TO MOTHER FUCKING
MURDER ME, AND ALSO,
I
DEMAND MY FUCKING PROPS.
My
scum bag nabes will be reported to Debbie Marotto on Friday when she
is here, and I am e-mailing her later this evening, as next Monday I
must be in her office for my annual re-certification. This Monday I
had my inspection, and it took place while I was out at my doctor,
taking care of business and straightening out once and for all, my
need to take the medication that I have taken now for coming up on
30 years, almost to the fucking cock licking day.
MAGNESONIC,
SCAN OPEN COMMAND ON G-7, ALL MY ENEMIES FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT,
ALL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES. ALL PERSONS WHO WANT ME DEAD AND
DESTROYED, SCAN AND DESTROY BOTH THEM and ALL OF THEIR EVIL ROTTEN
WICKED LOVED ONES. I HAVE YOU AT MAX OUT POWER LEVELS, AND YOU ARE
BEING SET ON AN 'I' TO 'D' A/B-TONE PPSS, OFF OF THE 'J-NN'
POSITION, ON YOUR DESIRE KEY. ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK IS A SCANNED
IMAGE OBJECT (IO) AND IS CRUSHED AND SINGED AND OBLITERATED, AND IS
AWAITING TRANSPOWERIZATION. HEAR THE A/B TONES NOW THROUGH MY BRAIN
AS THE LONG-E-SOUND:
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
G-901,
G-189, UNDER G-1133, CG-18, AND – S----T----O----P!
THIS WORLD THIS YEAR, WILL EXPERIENCE
HURRICANES AND TWISTERS AND WILDFIRES AND FLOODS AND MUCH MORE, LIKE
NEVER BEFORE. I WILL BE RE-RECORDING ANALOGUE TRANSDIMENSIONAL MUSIC
OVER AND OVER UNTIL THE ONLY THING LEFT STANDING, IS THE HALF ASS
FUCKING EGOS OF THE TRUMPS AND THE KENNEDYS AND SO FORTH, ALL ELSE
WILL BECOME A FUCKING RUBBLE PILE OF PURE SQUAT. STILL FOLKS, AND MY
LOVELY GIANT GINA, PLEASE REMEMBER FOLKS THAT I DID INDEED,
TELL
YOU
THAT ALL OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN ON THE STOCK MARKET, JUST REREAD MY
BLOGS, AND GEE FOLKS, THE PROPHET OF NOTHING IS 100% RIGHT, DEMANDS
HIS FUCKING PROPS; AND KNEW ALL THIS WAS MY FUCKING DOOMED DESTINY
ALL ALONG, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL. I HOPE YOU'LL TRY AND SAVE MY
LIFE. I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM THIS EVIL
NATION A LONG TIME AGO, NOW IT'S TOO FUCKING LATE, HUH
ISIS?????????? WELL YOU WERE A REAL PROPHET TOO, AND A LOT PRETTIER
THAN I WILL EVER HOPE TO BE, WOW!
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HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH.
MORIANITY-4---LIGHTNING LOVES ME, SO THEY PERSECUTE ME
MORIANITY-4
LIGHTNING
LOVES ME, AND SO THEY PERSECUTE ME
12:37
PM-EST, MARCH FUCKING 5, 2013
WOW,
it never fucking fails. Like these diseased fucking dirt bags are
not getting their way enough, today I AM getting a NOISE
NEIGHBORHOOD SIEGE that is totally fucking MAJOR HUGE, starting
around half past eleven, and right after I came out of a powerful
interaction with the LIGHTNING GODDESS
DIANA.
She was with me all night long, flashing huge colorful gorgeous
lighting bolts all around me. She even took me back in time to
another time and dimension where as Benjamin Franklin, I had
invented a really wild machine similar to the many interactions
previously had where random number counters were matching thousands
of sentences each time she would flash, and this tubular machine
created a miniature lightning bolt and would roll around and upward
into the sky, and then a real full sized lightning bolt would
follow and then came the codes on the ground machine as sentences
that would equal groupings of numerical outcomes. Ever since
awakening from this, a huge vacuum device upstairs has been super
fucking noisy, and then the fucking jerk off across the hall nabes
have been slamming in and out with the door bull shit as well.
Since
the dirtball WOMO wants to play dirty, I CAN AS WELL. I really
seriously wonder why other folks cannot see what I can see, not to
rip off any old songs, but really. Blueberry and Cranberry, back in
the summer time of 2008. Did my kid get Paula Patton's 2009 movie
name from that or am I really just a total CHEMTARD
up here in twenty-thirteen. I could say a
million more things, but I try and not attack when they back off,
let us therefore see if they do, as the internet ain't going
fucking anywhere any fucking time soon, YO, folks!!!!!
WHY
THIS HAS TO GO ENDLESSLY ON, IS FAR BEYOND MY MORTAL UNDERSTANDING,
LADS, LASSIES, NOT LAPPERS BUT LABBERS, AND YES, LABRADOR RETRIEVER
DOGS. Still, who am I to understand the infinite wisdom of your All
mighty God of this miserable rotten planet? I know that I totally
fall short of that mark, and always will. No rocket science degrees
are needed for spotting the freaking obvious. Still, to m,e lots of
shit is so obvious, but to all of you, even if you happen to be six
foot Darius Evans Deezy, vsheeeooouuu, it all goes right over your
head, and you know fucking what folks, I envy the shit out of all
of you, and you especially, MISTER PAUL EVANS PHONE SCREAMING
PEDERSEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
W—O—W!
KEEP
PERSECUTING , I'LL KEEP ON TALKING. STOP PUNCHING, AND SO WILL I.
YES LIGHTNING, IWALU, and I saw you in Scylla's hand in that lit up
hall way, and I saw what I saw, and it is what it is, is-is ISIS.
Yes, vsheeeooouuu times a billion, only not for poor old frail
fucking me, folks!
Let
me sign off before I say about 300 fucking other things that I'll
regret in the morning light, right Donna, up in the future? Jesus
fucking goddess all mighty, rooty toot toot David Charles Chemtard
Club Roth, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOTHING
ENDS, SO BY THAT RULE, NEITHER DOES THIS BLOG. GOOD PEEPS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MORIANITY-4----I DON'T LIKE VANISHING, MISTER HOUDINI, SIR
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NO SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL, HUH COUNT PETOFI?
9:43 PM-EST, MARCH 4, 2013, 13 YEARS TO THE DAY THAT MY MOM WAS KILLED:
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT PISSES ME OFF ABOUT BLOGGING. UNLESS PEEPS KNOW HOW TO ARCHIVE YOUR OLD BLOGS, IT IS LIKE STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN WHEN YOU GO AND DO NEW ONES, AND FOLKS WORK HARD TO PRINT UP ALL THEIR LIFE STORIES, NOT TO HAVE IT ALL FORGOTTEN AND LOST IN FUCKING TIME TUNNELS AND VACUUMS. PEOPLE THAT NEED TO SEE HOW MY ENTIRE SHIT CONNECTS BACK INTO 2009, 2008, 2007, AND 2006, EVEN JUST TO THIS LITTLE BIT OF TIME SINCE I BEGAN TO BLOG, NEED TO KNOW THAT THEY CAN USE A SAFE LINK HERE THAT IS NOT LEACHED UP, I PROMISE YOU. THE STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL IS WATCHING EVERY MOVE I AM MAKING ON THE COMPUTER, SO I ASSURE YOU IT IS SAFE TO CLICK ON IT FOLKS.
Http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ ** SO USE THIS LINK FOLKS, WITH THE FULL ASSURANCE, YOU WILL NOT BE LEACHED OR MESSED WITH. RELAX & ENJOY. IS ALL OF THIS WITHIN HUMAN GRASP OR DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM JUST A LOONEY TUNE CHEMTARD? PRINCE DOESN’T. THAT’S COOL ENOUGH FOR LITTLE OLD ME, ANYTIME FOLKS.
NO SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL, HUH COUNT PETOFI?
9:43 PM-EST, MARCH 4, 2013, 13 YEARS TO THE DAY THAT MY MOM WAS KILLED:
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT PISSES ME OFF ABOUT BLOGGING. UNLESS PEEPS KNOW HOW TO ARCHIVE YOUR OLD BLOGS, IT IS LIKE STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN WHEN YOU GO AND DO NEW ONES, AND FOLKS WORK HARD TO PRINT UP ALL THEIR LIFE STORIES, NOT TO HAVE IT ALL FORGOTTEN AND LOST IN FUCKING TIME TUNNELS AND VACUUMS. PEOPLE THAT NEED TO SEE HOW MY ENTIRE SHIT CONNECTS BACK INTO 2009, 2008, 2007, AND 2006, EVEN JUST TO THIS LITTLE BIT OF TIME SINCE I BEGAN TO BLOG, NEED TO KNOW THAT THEY CAN USE A SAFE LINK HERE THAT IS NOT LEACHED UP, I PROMISE YOU. THE STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL IS WATCHING EVERY MOVE I AM MAKING ON THE COMPUTER, SO I ASSURE YOU IT IS SAFE TO CLICK ON IT FOLKS.
Http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ ** SO USE THIS LINK FOLKS, WITH THE FULL ASSURANCE, YOU WILL NOT BE LEACHED OR MESSED WITH. RELAX & ENJOY. IS ALL OF THIS WITHIN HUMAN GRASP OR DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM JUST A LOONEY TUNE CHEMTARD? PRINCE DOESN’T. THAT’S COOL ENOUGH FOR LITTLE OLD ME, ANYTIME FOLKS.
first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo
Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first
day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not
Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION,
AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First. Work was OK. But no panacea, I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere, but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place so that the fan is blowing air onto me again and I can resume sleeping a while longer, I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type off color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about but could not a t the moment, as he would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dresses in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but cannot pull that part of the interaction up now back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up and keep him away, but he just seems impervious and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute if every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully, the answers to much of my concerns is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS, just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace and reminded her that the rules cannot B broken, it is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me in this incarnation that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and “CRAN’ R totally the same on astral words, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment f doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey and told him to leave her alone or I would tear his lungs out and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths, and he instantly burst out laughing and the next thing I knew it was July 4th of 1970 and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”. that was what was all in the dream, it was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness, one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean and when I got there, the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me and the next thing I know I am awake laying here in my trailer residence and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FNI 4 help, no one can fight the great Mariah, and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER.UR my mighty queen, and I only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document, this is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein. Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open. E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First. Work was OK. But no panacea, I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere, but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place so that the fan is blowing air onto me again and I can resume sleeping a while longer, I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type off color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about but could not a t the moment, as he would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dresses in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but cannot pull that part of the interaction up now back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up and keep him away, but he just seems impervious and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute if every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully, the answers to much of my concerns is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS, just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace and reminded her that the rules cannot B broken, it is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me in this incarnation that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds ‘BLU’ and “CRAN’ R totally the same on astral words, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment f doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey and told him to leave her alone or I would tear his lungs out and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths, and he instantly burst out laughing and the next thing I knew it was July 4th of 1970 and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”. that was what was all in the dream, it was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness, one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean and when I got there, the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me and the next thing I know I am awake laying here in my trailer residence and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FNI 4 help, no one can fight the great Mariah, and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER.UR my mighty queen, and I only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.
Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document, this is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein. Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open. E N D T R A N S M I S S I O N:
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AM-EDST, SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 14, 2013
I
did not use the computer on Saturday, but not because I was too hot.
I needed to take a day to just forget my problems as best as
possible, not reinforcing the nightmare by adding journals and
writings to the records of the world.
But
I did have a gigantic event go down, with my awesome wonderful
GODDESS DIANA. Before I get specific, I need to remind old viewers
and tell any potential recently new ones who most likely did not
archive through a mountain of text to learn details of my dealings
with 'Astral-Plane gods', beginning in the illusion of STM in the
calendar year 1983, as far as me interacting along, as before that,
they were still dealing with me, it merely was not reciprocal, at
least not with me on any conscious level, sort of like all the rest
of you out there. As with just about all things in 'MORIANITY' and
my life, almost twin realities; but yes; it cannot be covered in any
one blog work, unless perhaps it is five or so Moby Dick book
lengths worth of complicated and boring text. Rather than ever try
and bore anyone, I break shit up in my life so that I never do have
one story that will take you half a book size of words to read,
whether Mizz Terry from Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, approves of my
methods of writing my life story or not. Saying and pronouncing
tomato and potato with long or short vowel sounds is one truth, but
it is in all honesty too simplistic to use this analogy for making
the direct comparison to human religions and belief systems or lack
thereof. Still, the accepted world view for extremely complex
reasons is in reverse, where any kind of creative force is male or
for that matter, without gender. I have made a few quick references
to upline-downline and comparing this to sort of a virtual reality
that we all have read or viewed on some medium somewhere unless we
live in a cave. I will not reiterate right now on this, other than
to say it will shortly be visited again, just as last year I focused
on TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS for quite a while, especially during the
middle third or so of the year, while still doing the blog part
called, SAFE JOURNAL. Still, moving right along here, before I tell
about what went on between Diana and me, around an hour before
Saturday's daybreak, I need to expand a recent discussion just
somewhat, and refresh some memories, on this entire situation that
many call either the spirit world or realm, or the Astral-Plane, the
same thing, but merely put into different speech. I need to remind
viewers that our Astral Plane beingness is a lot realer, as it is a
closer outer reality from where we exist in the void infinity. It is
where our 'dream-out' from this void, first takes place, after a
very difficult to explain and rationalize process, that is easier to
say as the 6th and the 7th dimensions. But my
truths are not the same as the physicist, when higher dimensions are
mathematically formulated, and discussed amongst colleagues.
To
keep it all as short and simple for one blog right now, and so that
I can talk about what happened with a feeling that at least some
might have a tiny clue just what I'm talking about, whether they
agree or not with anything, as there will at least be a better
meeting of the minds at an initial stage, after I reexplain some of
this, and quickly, so please don't think you are getting some big
total truth to anything, as it is filled with more holes than Swiss
cheese for sake of eliminating twenty million words of printed text.
My life was as screwed up as you can imagine, and then a lot more,
from the day I arrived here and was 'born', Doctor Mark Wolf,
physically in my present body, at the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania
Hospital, at half past nine in the morning on the fourth of December
in 1954. But in 1979, Diana and Apollo, who are not by any stretch,
exactly as history teaches us, came to me in a powerful 'dream'
while I resided at 112 East Fifth Avenue, in Mantua, New Jersey.
They told me they were always watching me very carefully, and always
will be while I exist in this body as Mark Wayne Mohr. Not a lot of
other shit happened in this experience, at least in my conscious
recollection, still, I got the awareness and a knowing without being
told in ways humans communicate, that there was a little more to it,
more going on behind the curtain, Dorothy. Still, compressing this
knowing of this truth without being told by them in that
interaction, it plays like this, L-4. These Astral-Plane gods are
all playing a game, and the main god is really a goddess, who has so
many names that they would not all be able to fit in a Sears
Catalog; and it was a long slow process spanning three solid
decades, before I came to understand this powerful Trinidad,
for non South Americans, that word would change to trinity,
but this goddess is a mother, a daughter, and the magical little
particle in the world of subatomic forces, called the electron,
M/D/E. But what IS this game? Well, there are trillions of versions
of it, one is called, “Guess the name of the guests”, and I
don't know all the other names of games, Mister Darren McGavin, sir,
sorry about that. I only know what I know, and I'll never lie, or
make up stuff, so what you see on these blogs is not made up, and
you may see it all as crazy and nuts, but it is not being created
and or made up, as a work of fiction. I have a whole lot better
things to do with my life than imagine the shit that has happened to
me for nearly 60 fucking years, good folks. The main reason for
these games of these gods, is distract them. The thing that they
cannot stand to have on their 'minds' is that existence never starts
and never stops, and that this is all eternal. Humans reverse all
things, seeing flat worlds, sun moon and stars going around us
rising and setting, dreaming and waking life backwards, and even
eternal existence backward, wishing for it and blocking out what
they know already deep within and inside all of us, that it really
is already ours, and is the worst hell you can focus on, never being
able to reach oblivion, or endless peace and sleep. Normally, these
games distract them because they do powerful things that take their
awareness totally off this horror, things such as contests, power
struggles, challenges, physical when in physicality, and astral when
in astrality, but always major things to distract away from the
awareness of infinite existence. Now three years before this
'so-called-dream-experience' with the twin gods Diana and Apollo,
Apollo played a very mean game with me at an apartment in Media,
Pennsylvania, rented by my mother, and I was there visiting her in
1976. She was dating her married boss who came here from Chicago,
Illinois, Edwin R. Potter, and things ended up disastrous with that,
but right now, this can all wait for other times to be better fitted
into all of this nightmare. All things fit together, you cannot
randomly do anything, all stuff is part of a great whole and cannot
be random, and until a human reaches a major enlightenment, this
does not click in their mind, so there is no use me sitting here
trying to further explain it, as mere words cannot do this, someone
either becomes enlightened in a human lifetime, or they do not, it
is that simple. Anyway, the game played with me was very unpleasant,
and this powerful horrible god threw me up against a wall over and
over and laughed and mocked me, it was no dream, I was totally out
of body, and it was caused, I did not induce this through a trance
or meditation or the use of the Fascitar. Then less than a year
later, and a month after leaving Mantua, for 1802 Robin Hill
Apartments in Voorhees, New Jersey; I had the experience of all
experiences; where the great Isis Scylla Jehovah, known also by me
as Sarah-Stacey Krassle, came to me and sang an incredible song to
me, called, “Love Is For carpenters”. Then it was between two
and a half and three years after this, in the next residence in
Atco, New Jersey, at 134 Norris Avenue, where Diana began
communicating with me on the telephone, and drove both me and AT&T
half mad, until I learned that there was no stopping this, no
exposing this, and that I had to play along with all of this. I was
not being given any choice at all. My life belonged to THEM, that
was it, I AM NOT a dog food, nor DO I RULE!!!!!!! Now only a handful
of folks know the details that exist beyond this very compressed and
abridged version of my contact with the gods back in my middle
twenties, and exactly what influences humans to believe that these
beings do not also come into this world at all generations and times
and interact with us, consciously or unconsciously, escapes my
wildest ability to totally grasp. But I do know that humans get very
hostile and agitated and some will go right into a fight mode should
the concept be in any way suggested. Of course I learned long ago
that there is no one to talk to or tell my story to, so I used the
Copyright
Office to protect a record of events in my life as
best as I could, and you all know what these gods have done to my
meticulously kept files and records and life journals and diaries on
paper. Only providence or whatever, caused me to realize I could use
this © Office as a protective filing cabinet for my life. Even the
great gods, bang on mother fucking wood, cannot make this vanish,
not yet, CG-18 and all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
many are probably saying, enough of this, what the fuck happened
Saturday. Fine, let me tell you.
I
was on the telephone talking to goddess Diana, in a small trance,
with the system off hook and off line, and she suddenly was with me
in a cabin in her great forest, just outside of Olympia Proper, and
I was telling her what happened to my air/heat unit, and suddenly
found myself in a wake-sleep zone that just about all of us have
experienced, and I was over at the unit that was not functioning,
and I unplugged it, counted to 30, plugged it back in, and within
fifteen minutes, icy cold air began spitting out, as I also switched
the control from fan back to the cold, as it has cold, hot, and fan
only settings, as well as an up down thermometer controller going
from 60-90 degrees of Fahrenheit temperature. Within an hour, I was
very comfortable again, and it was just past daybreak, and powerful
beautiful lightning came out of nowhere, flashing the most colorful
bright awesome CG not 18 bolts, all though she is 18, and nothing
just is random chance in this universe, nothing at all, not even
yellow sheets, juvy records, or heart attacks. Wolf-wolf-wolf. Do I
have a wild and strange fascinating life, hellish or not, folks? You
be the friggin' judge. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. But still, Lenny.
And for those who think stuff is ever faked, all you have to do is
click onto other things, and it will take you right to the websites,
then from there, you click back and see if anything is added or
faked, hay I may change fonts and colors around, but I don't change
reality. I may even slowly get around to re-posting updated old
posts with typo errors repaired, and a comma added here or there,
etcetera. But I will never fake the steak, folks, and that I swear
to the gods above, below, and inside all of us, hometowners or not,
WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
A
child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my
Youtube site, that will be gone forever very shortly. Your loss
folks, not freaking mine. Truths are told cleverly.
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you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with
a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how
the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all
move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe
that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter
how I spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
You
may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
AND
I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER 00046-B.
THERE
IS NO 46-A, THAT YOU NEED BE AT ALL
CONCERNED
WITH; TRAVELERS, WOW DAD!
A
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Anyone
can join, and the price is FREE.
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have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through
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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:
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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TRANSMISSION:
Hello
folks, this was a BOTBAR freaking day. My freaking air conditioner
went totally out, and it had been giving me a problem; but I wanted
to wait until my new lease was signed before complaining about
anything, and it was signed early in the afternoon. Then an hour
later, I noticed the temperature going up and up, and the fan was
only blowing room air around. When it is switched to fan however, it
will blow outside air in, so I will be able to blow cooler air in
when the sun goes down and night progresses, but the weekend will be
fucking hot, as today was 90 here in Fort Pierce, Florida, and I'll
have a hot weekend to fucking contend with until I can get the repair
folks to see what is wrong, maybe it only needs a charge of freon
gas, and then maybe the unit needs to be replaced entirely, I will
not be privy to that information until next week rolls around, but
this is of course enough to BOTBAR another fucking day for me,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I will tell you that my nabes have been better, but they still yell
and make noise, it just is a little bit better. My health attack from
the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is very bad, with lots of mother fucking
spurious cramping and shit attacks, and heart arrhythmia action, all
caused by various covert black ops military weaponry, illegal to be
used on the legal citizenry of the USA, but tell them that, the
fucking jerk off dirt bag bastards. Despite this nasty ass day, I
managed to make five units on my systems-roulette today, or yesterday
as now it is Saturday at around two in the dam morning. I was out at
Publix to purchase a few items, after signing my new lease and having
an interesting talk with my resident manager, Debbie M. I will not be
wasting my time sending e-mails to her any longer, she is not getting
them. She says it is because the PHA intercepts them and will no
longer forward them, they are sent into cyberspace forever lost and
forgotten. She gave me a tale about a hack in the system causing
this, gee I wonder how this kibosh was perpetrated, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?
In any event, she told me as you know, to ask the Dell computer man
at the security desk, to aid me with my computer as was blogged and
told, back shortly into this new year. He was always “too busy
however” to quote him. I told Debbie that today, and she said,
something around me must be going on, as he is always asking her if
she can use him for anything, he has nothing to do? You see fucking
people, this is exactly how my life has been destroyed in an
organized way since the day I left school, and I knew I wasn't
imagining it, in fact, I told BB John Henningsen as early as the late
autumn in 1969 that something was against me and messing up my life,
and of course, this jack off told me I'm nuts and that is a bunch of
hooey. Yeah, some fucking hooey, jit bag!!!!!!! I am a little bit
disappointed with Goddess Diana, she just seems to come to the north
and the south of me so often, and forgets to bring her lovely
lightning to Fort Pierce, where I am in here dying and need her
around me. Why does Goddess enjoy abandoning and forsaking me so much
when she herself, on numerous occasions, has known how this feels? So
is it that YOU KNOW in 1972, or that YOU DON'T KNOW in 1984, lovely
one?????????????????????? Don't stroke out on me, Copyright folks,
remember how Don Knots wished he could be a fish? Well, my father was
ripped off by a very greedy Fisher man, and this must be why I
decided cosmically and unconsciously to escape the family by coming
down to this wonderful mother fucking world famous TREASURE-COAST,
AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA!!!!!!!! Screw me, huh Mike McNulty; you saw her
making all over me that day, and you hated my fucking guts; don't
lie, you loser! As I speak, Microsucks Office Word Program mini
crashed, and did not respond to anything for a few minutes, with just
the little dry blue circle not rained on, spinning around. Then it
finally resumed normal ops at about 2:15, but lasted a couple minutes
or so. Life is fun when your a cursed Hunting TON. Maybe a more
accurate description would be a cursed Hunted Ton of Agony,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I had quite a talk with my GAGA KITTY CAT, good folks, as well as
making those 5 units as was spoken of earlier, Sir Earl Lee. Yes, a
few talented television commercials do exist, some great old kayak
search one and done ones, and a few others like my wonderful insurer,
the State Farm folks, but the unbeaten so far IMHO, is from COMCAST,
advertising XFINITY. It takes place in a gymnasium, where this big
muscular dude says 'MAN UP' twice, and the guy spotting him on the
squat bench talks like Gov I'llbebach of Cali4nya, and that super
cool blond steroid girl who says, “Are you talking to me, ---
dude”, this is the freaking coolest TV ad I've ever seen in my
life, please keep running it, YO, this is REAL FUCKING SUPER TALENT.
If that scummy little fucking General Insurance Company reptile worm
could ever do an ad with one tenth of this talent, I'll jack the fuck
off at the city mall on Christmas eve. You freaking go, Comcast, you
really rock, YO. Now for me and freaking Gawky Gaukauk. Here is the
dam Q&A, good people, YO!
Hay
Gawky, YO, why has the entire mother fucking world deserted me and
left me to rot and die mercilessly here in hot ass fucked up Florida,
all part of some plot dating back into the middle nineteen fucking
eighties, WHY?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-817. Transfuckinglation: The major list items in my
match book, with or without McGuire's, fires, cannons, or Cannons,
are as follows, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA, MIKEY:
MAYAN
CALENDAR ENDS---MAILBOAT---LONG ROOM---TALL GIRL---MARY
ROTH---HIGHVIEW---ONE THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED TWO---------------------
And
another computer mini crash at 2:34-2:36, so I better baby it and not
change the font. We will have to stay with this font and not go back
and forth and take the chance of more crashes, this is fucking
ridiculous, and is a total violation of my civil liberties unless it
is getting old and easily effected by the heat, it is around 80 in
here and desk top PC computers should be OK up to 85 degrees, so I
think this is the WOMO doing this to me. I
took the chance of putting the font back to normal for my majority of
blog work, so far, so good, Bob McDowell of the FCC, old pal, and
sir, from Dan Mackey's class back in 1972,
Johnny Fucker 100 MPH faster; and boy did we have a fucking blast
back in the fucking past, wish things could have always been so much
god dam fun, SHEEEEEEEIT, Daddy, lets both turn the dam page and
croak. Shall we press onward with the Gawnum Q & A,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????????????
Hay
Gawky, why did the jerk off Dell guy security guard screw me and not
wanna' fucking help me with my computer??????? WHY?
MEOW,
MEOW, MEOW, PCN-792, NOT TRANSFIGURATION, SPELL CHERCKER, my list of
match book items here is as follows, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:
BENJAMIN
FRANKLIN---2007---JUPITER---REALITY---LONDON AVENUE, EGG HARBOR
CITY----------------------------------
Hay
Gawky, exactly who and what was really all behind my 1983 problems,
especially my undiagnosable medical condition (idiopathic illness)
and my choking to death, as well as all of my spurious telephone
harassment and continuous weird calling activity that led to all this
shit up in future years all unfolding as a direct result?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-198. Translation, AHA AHA AHA MIKE MCNULTY old pal
from 1971, is as follows, YO:
WALL
STREET---UNCLE HEINZ---SEPTEMBER TWENTY NINE---CAPITOL CITY OF
PROVINCE OLYMPIA---NICKNAME MY---'THE MORNING LIGHT' SONG---NEIGHBORS
COMPLAINED----------------------------------------------------------------
Hay
Gawky, why did the fucking ass stock market have a super rally, into
all time record highs, in 2013; like nothing seen in nearly a decade,
YO?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-211, transassholelation, and not transliteration,
MSC, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, my lists and cannons, oh great world POPES of
the ages, are as follows, with secret roof pushing juvenile Gods,
Goddesses, eggs, fields, and harbors; all notwithstanding, AHA AHA
AHA:
TWENTY
SEVEN---TYPE THREE EXPLORATRON---LONG ISLAND EXPRESSWAY---STORY
WRITER---WILSON JESUP---VASCO DE
GAMA-----------------------------------------------------
Hay
Gawky, YO, why did my car break-down in the spring time of 1984,
while I was driving down to Atlantic City from 506 Robin Hill
Apartments, to go to the opening day event of the TRUMP PLAZA CASINO
HOTEL?
Meow,
meow, meow, PCN-624, not transfiguration, not transliteration, but
TRANSLATION, WHAAAAAA and WOW; my matching book of listed non booming
items are as followssssssssssssssss, Miss Susan Lucci 1983 Snakes:
TWO
EMPTY LETTERS---MOCKINGBIRD LANE---'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'
DREAM------------------------------------------------------
3:26
PM-EDST, MONDAY, 8 APRIL, 2013
Folks,
my computer clock was set back again, either after I have been awake
this afternoon, or even some time in the morning after posting up my
prior blog work to the net.
My
health has been hit, not major, a little bit, and the sky has some
jet dissipation up there from earlier heavier pattern activity that
either blew in or was direct at an earlier point.
There
is a worm virus in the machine and has been. They know everything I
do, I type, I go to on the net, all things. It is as if they are
sitting right here at the keyboard. I never understood this back in
June of 2008, nor did I understand Beaver Drive and Trout Lane, and
the FISA, and how my trailer was entered by nice loving kind folks
who I pay taxes to support with very hard work all my life, until
their endless persecutions crippled me into disability in 1994.
The
minute I commented back a little message at my Youtube site from
someone else's comment, a thumbs down on the video appeared. These
things tell me I am not imagining anything. I would have been a lot
happier, Mary Moore, if I really was just crazy, and yes mahm, I
should have stayed somehow endlessly away from all of this. I don't
know exactly how things happened around 1994-1996 where this
Pandora's box got cracked wide open, only that first, it did,
secondly I must know deep down inside somewhere, the worst secret in
this entire family, and third, I have a very very very angry
daughter, don't I Ingrid Blake?
Now
in the movie on the MTM Network, since you are hot to trot today on
my electronic cousin's network, along with all of your friends, miss
lovely Greendress, yes poor you and me Mister President, we cannot
even say a woman is pleasing to look at anymore without the world
calling us sexists, so tell me, how do guys like you and me win?
we're damned if we do, and damned if we don't. If you don't make all
over a woman, she hates your guts, and when you so much as say she is
lovely, you're a rotten sexist. WOW, I'll bet you wish you were still
not staying in regular time, sir, I know I wish it for
myself. Yes Mary Greendress, in the movie called, “Secrets of the
Rose Garden” from 1996, your character had remembered a horrible
thing that you witnessed as a little girl, and it looks like my
mirror image to your character was on October 5, 2008, after coming
home from Cifaloglio Garage Security Duty; and falling asleep and
'remembering'. Well, at least you got rescued Mary, me, I have a very
powerful and angry little girl, who thinks it all was my fault, and
for 30 years, has played with me. Now your character was big and
strong and nearly killed you, while mine has what occultists call,
incredible supernatural power. I am powerless to fight this 30 years
later Miss Blakemoore, and the greatest corporations on the planet
all know this is real, as do all of the billionaires.
They
destroy everything I ever try and do, my entire life, you name it,
they kibosh it to death, and appear all innocent. Stop and think
about the lady in the bible with the Golden Nugget White gaming
chips, (me) and the wicked teasing evil wealthy players next to me
mocking me with their Black gaming chips. The Crowned
King of symbolism, huh Misses Elliot. At least I put you
out of your suffering back in 1985, and ended my parking problem that
should not have been my problem to begin with, always that connection
with the state, THAT 2 never goes away, and all seemed to begin with
the phone persecution of 30 years ago, right Marie De Gomez, and
others from 30 years ago? Yes folks, my problem is not my throat and
my choking, it was my doctor all along, my son of Sam lab technician
with the power to morph into the Mary Tyler Moore Show, and flash
green dresses that stretch from the twin cities, all the way to
Tennessee Avenue, 27 years in the future. Did anyone see that
gorgeous wormhole a few nights ago? If you did, you are keeping quiet
like good little boys and girls, huh Sarah Fiveparty? I'll tell her
where I was when she needed me, party or no party. I was under the
clutches of two very dominating and wild women, one known very well
to her, the other to me. Don't laugh Walmart, only you should write a
new song called, 'Suddenly I Hear', and then remake your commercials
with that song; and then have a picture of me leaving your store with
the cousins that day, driving home, going into my room, picking up
the phone to retrieve a message; and 'hearing', “Hi Mark, where
were you when I needed you as a child, click” In any case, SAM,
maintenance man or large store owner, sir; we all know the hell I am
going through, and that I should have killed myself the other day.
Maybe as Donna Summer put it so well, when alive and younger, “I
should reevaluate”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
truly are some powerful and twisted gods out there beyond the stars
that shine so bright all through the coldest darkest night. You
remind me of a wind tunnel, great ISIS.
5:00
AM-EDST-PRIVECODE TIME 30 YEARS (+)(-)
IN
THE ILLUSION IT IS 8 APRIL, 2013, MONDAY
Folks,
I calmed down, and did not go through with the attempted suicide as
discussed in prior blogging. Still, Sidney Crown, Stuart Messenger,
and other funny-namers all pretty much agree that life is not what we
perceive it to be, we can even include Simon Baker, or at least his
part in one of multitudes of Shakespeare's plays. The closest thing
that agrees with reality in our sensory system is our eyes, as this
brings us speed of light reality, no delay. Sound travels much much
slower, and thought does not travel at all, but is why the entire
universe is here to 'begin with'.
Why
did my mom's old boyfriend change his name from Sidney Cohen, a
number of years before he asked my mom out on a date after they met
at a singles organization existing in those days, called SPS, (Single
Parents Society).
Well,
the explanation given to me was part of a thing we all know and hate,
shame. I was told he was ashamed of his Jewish heritage. This was not
said to me word for word. I was told he altered his name. When people
do this, there is always a reason, there is something to hide, and
there is shame. Something is wrong somewhere, but WHAT? Well, that is
of course, none of my business, unless it directly effects me. When
it does not, I don't poke into other peeps affairs, nor would I ever
have the remotest desire to do so. Now in the case of Mirrors Sidney,
he wanted to control me in ways not appropriate unless he was willing
to make a commitment to my mother and at least put a fucking
engagement ring on her finger. This was not in the picture, and all
though he had no living wife, his fear of taking the great marital
responsibility, is probably rivaled only by my own, after seeing my
parents fight and being poor and miserable. When I say something,
unlike the rest of the world, I do not change, I am a rock, with or
without a droid, and if Lurch Roro wants to do fisticuffs with me,
then bring it on, Gene Rotten Berry. Yes, Sidney Cohen was the name
of his heritage, but for reasons known not to me this blogger, he had
it legally altered to something that royalty wears, what a KING would
wear, or a national controller, a World Owner, yes folks, A CROWN. Oh
the great wonderful powerful Sidney Oz Crown. Do we laugh now, or
wait until Mister McNulty gives his written permission for a nice
series of aha's? Now what other powerful illusions does the great
American Tel and Tel have to offer me at this magical time of the
day, now, 30 years ago, and probably for freaking ever? Well let us
start to explore and examine the situation, OK Louigee Kent
Super-Henderson, kind sir?
Just
why did all of my unbelievable family all get born, live where they
all lived, did what they all did, and blah blah blee blee blum? For
that matter, why anything, and even concentrically, why not? George
Burns said it so well in that OH GOD movie decades back, to the also
late, Mister young girl lover, John Denver. But there is a little bit
more going on with this than a heirum of middle school females, plane
crashes, super family secrets, and powerful world renown
organizations, with or without any god dam Gallagher's, McGettigan's,
Callio's, or McGuire's. That folks, is gospel truth, in or out of
court or church!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would take that to my
bank, but am still awaiting a nice WOW-TRUCK to come back and greet
me, over at my Fort Pierce, US Highway 1 BRANCH. In any event, let me
tell you why Sam Walton and his fine people are playing that silly
song over and over on that commercial; as it really is time to tell,
Randy Van-warmer my old pal. Oh yes, Rats-Tats, and even a little bit
of Jessica and her lovely game of football, gee willagars, are we
here in 2013 or back again in the twenty-ohs?
I
may have told my dirty nasty little story about a day at Wal-Mart,
with Dawn and Ann King, and I may have told something else, but it
all happened on the same day, in fact while I was out at this store
taking my fave family on errand gofer number 5867483745756876893. I
came home to a message from my daughter that makes me wonder if she
and Randy had not spoken earlier. I have said these words myself on
numerous occasions, you can use your own imaginations. It was in your
voice, lovely one, sometimes it is what is said, sometimes it is what
is not said. I pick up on things a million times sharper than others.
Sorry if that talent annoys folks, but hay, as Lenny Briscoe would
say, but still? My mother hid a terrible secret from me, world, and
there is nothing that I can ever do to change that. I know other
family members were also all in this conspiracy, and I wonder to this
very day, how the entire eastern world fits in because of two
gargantuan and non ignorable things. First, my Cousin Sandy, ending
up with mom and me, at the Trinity Hotel, spoken a little differently
if not in Southwest America, and befriending the great TAWF as
teenagers, and then the way my WFMU MacInvondi cassette tapes, had
such a profound effect at North Atlantic City, on the night before
Iraq invaded Kuwait. Now, there is Tony's Mobil Station, and then
there is the Haddonfield Mobil Station, and back in 1984, there was
this, and also, there was the great lady Korea, who phoned me over
and over. It is all on the blogs, it has all been spoken of and told.
This is why if I had a shovel, I admit, I would be digging my shelter
right about now folks, because this is a very serious set of
outlandish circumstances and coincidence all carried to the
quintessential extremes of ludicrousness. I will not be inviting any
more meteors to come visit either, for a while. Folks, laugh all you
want to, but I know what is happening; and I know that you are
making good and sure that all traffic is directed away from my
Youtube Channel, to lessen these transdimensional effects as much as
you can, without coming right out and admitting that all of my claims
are real and true, all this time.
I
can tell the entire world secrets bigger than the entire NSA knows
times a million. That will not serve to help me or anyone else. What
I hopefully urge those in power to do at this point, is realize that
maybe Bennett and Lynch are part of the ES, and were sent here by the
good side of this army, to have me create these seven plus years of
blogs, and the true story of MORIANITY, and now you must use the
GAWNUM to figure out the best course of action. The Holy words of
many religions tell about the coming invasion of the gods, Bluebook
did not invent this, nor did Einstein and his dam nuke bomb and E=MC
SQ. This is older than the hills and the trees and even Terry Jackson
and his seasons and suns. Scoff at this, me, or Morianity, at your
own risk, sawn you, WOMO. I tried to give a fair warning, and if
memory serves, I said middle 2013, big trouble will come. Search 4 it
from the middle of last year, as it is there somewhere folks, with or
without Chinese Earthquakes, British Petroleum and betting, even 20
and 2. Yes, I know who YOU were when I did not need you, Sarah
Jacobson, so hi yourself, and you rock, and you rule; and you always
will ISIS; that is never an issue with me. You did not have to tell
me this the way you did the other night, but I accept the fact that
you are All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle, and you know what is best.
You go girl!!!!!!!!!!!!! IWALU. WOW, I got home from Wal-mart, and
suddenly I heard, yes Sam, son or no son, or maintenance man or no
maintenance man, just powerful water walking at Walker and Water
Streets, and powerful world laboratories. Yes, and two high schools
with astronauts and other similarities in it, one with an additional
T in it, gee, can it be, Hans Brinker Silverjeff of the great
Worshiping Hans Worshing, from the Philly BB? Double-triple WOW, and
GEE!
Folks,
it is a quarter before six on Monday morning now, and time for
beddie-bye. I mean no harm to anyone, I am only showing that none of
this is happening by chance, not Hurricane Katrina, Not Mary, not
Johnny Nash, or Jaqamini, or Garrigan, or foolio Coolio or Christmas
singing angels from Cooley Hall back in those times. The odds of all
of this being a random set of jumbled up nothingness, would be
trillions times trillions times trillions to one against it. Sorry, I
just report the news. I do not create it, Mister Gofer Hacks.
DON'T
WORRY DOC GARRIGAN, I'M NOT 2 HAPPY, YO!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE NOW READ
MORIANITY PART 5,
HOPE
YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER NUMBER
XXXIX NOW.
7:41
PM-EDST, SATURDAY EVENING, 6 APRIL, 2013
A
lot of preachers and non preachers may remember how I recently did
that little church preacher thing, you know, talking about the
present topic, and then referring to Morianity, chapter and verse;
with showing older post sections. I did not do it exact and precise,
as that was not my intention to really go to town wasting a ton of
time on. For right now, let me say that I am a very paranoid and
persecuted individual. I cannot always tell friends from enemies, and
ISIS has been playing this nightmare game with me so long, 30 years
to be exact, on a daily basis now, and has left me a shell of a man,
PUN INTENDED, with or without any wooden or stone jetty's.
I
need to make a simple point now. Many people have said to me, WOW, do
you ever live in the present? Only their ignorance can help them to
make that statement, and I do not hold it against them. I am the
present. All that ever 'is is' the present, I
AM, WE ARE, YOU ARE, IT IS, ISIS, and all of that and more,
but the simplicity here is mind boggling. All though to the untrained
mind, I appear to have little if any present and am either speaking
of the future or in the majority of cases, the past, this again,
Mister Blaine Copperfield Houdini is PURE
ILLUSION. Expand and explain, you say, well fine then, I will.
My body is like your body, moving along in regular normal so-called
Einsteinian Space-Time. In case you never ever stopped to see this
fact, your body is a lot of ugly messy junk, so is your brain, at
death it is worth around a dollar. We are in body, a bunch of maggots
waiting to hatch, the second our blood is no longer circulating
around, we are future flies, as maggots hatch later on into flies, as
caterpillars become butterflies. What is YOU, is not that junky mess,
and a moron should be able to realize that this junky mess is just a
physical plane biological machine of sort, that permits a reality or
truth called MIND to exist in a tiny piece of separateness from a
whole total one MIND, or the sixth dimension. You are not who you
were at age 5 or 10 or 15, and if you are 40, who you were at 20 and
10, and if age 70, you're not who you were at 50 and 30 and 6. Right?
Do you feel dead? This is a natural moving process, and it does not
start in any individual human body, nor end in one. There is nothing
to fear in this extremely totally natural process. In 10 years, if
alive, no one out there will be who they are now. You will have a
degree of memory of what you think you remember you were, and that is
that, Esolph. Life, death, all of it, one powerful and silly little
illusion. Nothing can ever begin or end, and everything is in a loop.
All is a circle, a cycle, it goes around, it came around, it will
keep going around. My present is so powerful however, that all of my
many experiences from 1000 years ago or ahead, are part of that
present, don't try to climb into a hell like that. I more than any of
you, LIVE IN THE EVER PRESENT PRESENT. It merely contains a lot more
consciously preserved past and future in my beingness, than it
should, and the only possible reason for that, is this mind boggling
game that is going on between All Mighty Scylla (ISIS-SSJKK) and me.
Go ahead, read the last chapter, then read the insert, preachers are
having a field day with me, and even I cannot distinguish between HER
GAME, in so much as just who is who, who is doing what, who means me
harm, who wishes to help, and a trillion neutral areas all
in-between. Take pity on me folks, as I told PP years ago late in the
90's, 'I'm a hurting squirrel' and I guessed he thought it amusing,
as I remember a distinct laugh afterward. If someone was trying to
help me and be my friend, I AM sorry for flipping out. How can I ever
know who is trying to help or hurt me? I will give the moon and the
stars, to anyone, who can e-mail me an answer to that, and it really
works. I swear that under penalty of mafia retribution. I say this to
the great families or anyone, I'll give you the entire universe if
you can show me this magic. Nobody dares to promise the mob something
and not deliver if they deliver. So now, what does this blog all tell
you, oh wonderful 'folks'? You all have a nice evening and remember,
I am just a poor scared nobody with the world against me, and the
most powerful awesome Goddess above the stars against me as well.
What she said to me last night in a 'dream' is beyond unspeakable. I
have cried all day long.
I
will attempt to kill myself one more time later on. But I already
know I'll wake up on Sunday morning, and whatever I tried to do to
off myself, will just have been another dream, as I am still running
to my desk in pitch blackness, trying to get that rotten ass light on
my desk to go on, and it never will be later than 1972 for me, so it
seems. Watch out world, if that light ever does come on, it won't be
easy for me to forget or forgive all of this.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
I
HOPE THAT YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER
NUMBER XXXVIII, WHAAAAA.
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
I 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 that
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,
as 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.
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER NUMBER XXXVI
NOW.
NOW
THIS PARTICULAR BLOG WILL BEGIN RIGHT HERE:
2:10
PM-EDST, 5 APRIL, 2013, FRIDAY MID-AFTERNOON, YO.
OK
Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson Hollywood, here is the fucked up
shituation, kind sir, and all kind prosecutors and police detectives,
working my case, or not, since 5 December in 1989, not to get
Florence and Marcia too excited hopefully,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA .
First,
I am awakened every day now to nasty ass fucking loud piercing FIRE
ALARMS, and have to run to get my ear plugs in, and still duck my
head under a pile of pillows. Then after this attack again this
morning around stock market opening mother fucking civil rights
violating bell time, AKA around half past nine, came loud long
lasting hall shouting by my sicko nabes. This is two straight days,
Pam Bondi, mahm, that the neighborhood has assaulted me while
attempting to get my rest. Let me ever dare to make anywhere near
that kind of noise, and they would take me to a janitor room and
shoot me dead, mahm.
WHEN
THEY HAVE YOU DIRT POOR AND DOWN AND OUT, IT IS VERY HARD TO RUN AWAY
AND START ALL OVER, OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE DONE SO LONG AGO, AS THE
HAND WRITING WAS CLEARLY ON THE WALL FOR MY DOOM.
HALF
PAST FUCKING EIGHT IN THE EVENING, TUESDAY, WORST DAY OF THE CENTURY,
MARCH 5, 2013, LEAVE IT ALWAYS TO MOTHER FUCKING LOUSY ROTTEN MARCH!
Folks,
I cannot stop or prevent this runaway
fucking DOW JONES freight train, nor can I go running
away every time it suits me to do so, as in the case on 12 December
in OHM-9 when if I had not escaped the KING, I would most likely not
lived to see another DAWN, back at that fucking FBI owned Hammonton
Blueberry town home, not Chatsworth to the north, deeper into the
mother fucking Jersey Pine Barrens. I must remain and fight, and will
send e-mails and DYING UTTERANCES to many state and local authorities
later on as the night and week ticks fucking onward. Scylla said in
late June of 2008, that I would be punished for my non obedience, and
have been quite devastatingly. Anyone that has any problems with
believing that, is a dam fool, and so who cares what they may think
or believe, hell, you can go tell me you're a fucking monkey, it
doesn't make you one; nor will it ever hope to alter the actual
truth. She tells me how disappointed in me she is, over and over,
well, you know my Morians, let me express a little something here.
She pulled all of this shit for thousands of years, maybe longer, and
you all barely can grasp the nineteen sixties and what's been done to
me by this all powerful controlling and RULING entity, let alone the
much longer span of interactions in hyperspace with her and me, so
why even go on there, except to say that I too am extremely
disappointed with the great ISIS-SCYLLA? What, are you jealous
because Diana came to me all night long, and was with me,
communicated with me, flashed lovely colors for me; and so you had to
totally ruin my day? Actually folks, go to your local fucking
minister, now, or wait for Wednesday, or Sunday; and tell him or her
about my blogs; and then ask if 'Jehovah' is not an extremely
jealous GOD, and if the Holy Bible does not say this as
plain as fucking ass 'day', other 'PP', so don't fucking stone me to
death, you religious extremists. I am merely a messenger who is
telling what's fucking going on in my dam life, and what I read as
plain as the stench of dogshit, right in the Holy Words of the KJV
Christian Bible. Then ask your buddy's buddy until one of them is a
psychiatrist, or maybe you even see one, that's none of my fucking
business; but ask if they can read through this Old Testament Bible,
and not diagnose Jehovah with about half a dozen sike features, and
if really carefully studied and examined despite her beyond mind
blowing intelligence without limit, to us human globs of maggots in
stasis, until our hearts all quit their rhythmic beating; that this
entity is a juvenile, a very far advanced one; but it is indeed as
I've told you all right along, a sixteen year old girl. I can only
tell my blogs what has happened in my life. This is my duty to
cosmos, and goes way beyond just me being super fucking pissed off at
the cock sucking world right about now, YO. That, I'll swear to a
million ISIS Goddesses, even if they all 'pick me', and I lose a
quintillion toes before this is all over. So what is this fucking
shit with automobile mechanics, YO??? Has anyone ever got an idea
about that, and wants to share, YO? I mean I have my own ideas, but
none of you really seem to believe, or agree with them; so my
question now becomes, then why not share yours with the poor little
fucking chemtard of the sike-ward, huh DEEZY SLIM, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know, folks are basically cowardly. Either because what's going on
around me, and is against me, is huge in this world, or huge in the
outer world, and I know it is one and the same; but who gives a fuck
what I claim to know? Still, it is as though I am not afraid to come
out and tell this entire thing for 7 plus years now on these blogs,
and yet anyone who reads them, is sort of walking on editorial
eggshells about it all. Hay, I stand up to bullies, and I do not care
if they own the land, or claim to rule the empire. This family has
knocked out my entire life, and I AM good and pissed off about it
peeps, and am not going to be all that fucking shy about it, BRO!
Sorry, but I just am not gonna' be, YO. That's that, Mister Esolph,
and this ain't some fable.
Still,
very shortly, all of my shit will be down off of the internet. It is
only making shit fucking far worse for me, and I can see this quite
plain and clear as hell. It has been seven years and two months now,
so either I AM the densest
living person on this globe of pig crap, or it is time
to for me to grow up and see that this internet shit is certainly a
far cry from being my answer to anything, except a hell of a lot more
grief and pain and tears and hell, cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
from saying this, the computer did a major fuck up almost as though
to agree with me TO GET FUCKING RID OF IT. I will be getting rid of
my TV, my internet and cable, and just keep my old landline
telephone, and save for my bankruptcy; then get the fuck out and away
from this hellish evil nation.
I
asked why this day was so fucking horrible, and my GAGA CAT said
'Meow-meow, PCN-770'. But here is the real kicker folks. On the very
worst botbar day of the year, and maybe in fucking many fucking
years; I decided to see how many more units I could lose in my
systems roulette, after being clocked out of 48.5 units over the
weekend, and instead; I made not only this amount back, but 15 more
to boot, so I have no fucking cunt lapping answers for any of you,
and only All mighty SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE can know why she plays with
me as she does, her fave doll I suppose, and YO, if you know her, and
you were to ask her; do you really honestly think, you assholes; that
she is going to come out and admit to any of this? Will you fucking
give me a god dam break ladies and cock sucking gentlemen, please,
thank you so
much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I need to do a CAP & Paste in reverse, as the machine earlier
fucked up royal, and erased out an entire week of my blogs from the
office 3.1 system, so I need to cap it back from my blogger page. The
more I mess with this All mighty Jehovah character, the more She is
going to fuck with me, and I knew this in 2008 when all of this got
started, but at least one positive resulted from it all. No longer am
I totally haunted by either June 4, 1983 or right about on that same
date somewhere give or take a day or two, three years back in 1980.
The song ''Love is for Carpenters'', now makes total sense as to why
this all happened to me; and so does my choking condition; and I
guess I was meant to cross
over a lot more than just Academy Road, and when I
seemed imperious to death, things went as many bible believers know
very well, beyond
death, and what does your bible say is beyond fucking
death, but oh shit, you know it only too fucking well ladies and
gentlemen, it is fucking HELL!
I
DEMAND MY FUCKING PROPS.
STILL
FOLKS, AND MY LOVELY GIANT GINA, PLEASE REMEMBER FOLKS THAT I DID
INDEED,
TELL
YOU
THAT ALL OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN ON THE STOCK MARKET, JUST REREAD MY
BLOGS, AND GEE FOLKS, THE PROPHET OF NOTHING IS 100% RIGHT, DEMANDS
HIS FUCKING PROPS; AND KNEW ALL THIS WAS MY FUCKING DOOMED DESTINY
ALL ALONG, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL. I HOPE YOU'LL TRY AND SAVE MY
LIFE. I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE TRIED TO FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM THIS EVIL
NATION A LONG TIME AGO, NOW IT'S TOO FUCKING LATE, HUH ISIS??????????
WELL YOU WERE A REAL PROPHET TOO, AND A LOT PRETTIER THAN I WILL EVER
HOPE TO BE, WOW!
HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH. Now it is April, you are 16 and out of there, but in a transdimensional universe. Only you have the ability to cross over into my world, as did your sister.
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