LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER NUMBER XXXIV
NOW.
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
theansweristheqyuestion
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My blogs
About me
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Gender |
Male |
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Industry |
Non-Profit |
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Occupation |
paranormal
researcher |
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Location |
Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States |
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Introduction |
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. |
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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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Favorite
Movies |
all
old movies |
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Favorite
Music |
most
old music |
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Favorite
Books |
The
winds of war, Time
travelers from our future, Gone
with the wind, |
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Now
before we proceed with the blog, see this:
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
NOW
THIS PARTICULAR BLOG WILL BEGIN RIGHT HERE:
12:33
AM-EDST, THURSDAY, 04/04/2013
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION FOLKS:
Not
everything can be blogged in real time, just as certain football
landings and door breaking Brady's know about only too well, courtesy
of Phase-Four Entity, and electronic-cousin from the sixth kind,
Mister Laughing non-1071 Mike McNulty Typo. Yes folks, there are
reasons that I must live as tghough I am on a planet orbiting the
area the nearest stars not including our sun (SOL), but a bit further
away in the local cluster of this local MWG arm. I say this, because
in such a case, before negative space fields or NSF are created
electromagnetically using entire stars to power them, and this is not
going to happen for a while quite naturally, but this is how I am
living, as though I am receiving everything from a number of light
years of distance away, and this allows me to do quite a few things
that only some real half physicist and half psychiatrist type folks,
can even begin to wrap their minds around the concept. If you have
the same warning for example, with a tornado verses a hurricane, I
doubt there ever would be another tornado related casualty. The more
time that can be artificially placed between events that ordinarily
do not have a lot of this in-between artificiality, the more
modification and or compensation to the ordinate event, becomes
[possible from the abscissa event, geometrically or in any other way
or discipline. This is why, unless a star family from the G-7 open
commanders of miss Blakeville and others as well I'm quite sure, H-2;
re-interferes as a double bubble from any origin of something, a
distinct advantage can indeed be gained, along the ratio of the
ability to make a widened artificiality of in-between-ness. Now this
is what I worked on a little bit here and there, since August of
1986, when all hell broke loose around me, as a result of not
realizing that I should not have allowed myself to awaken at the time
I did. You see, the light did not really go on, on my desk in my
Oaklyn apartment, it never did, but I forced the light on in a new
reality and went with it, or otherwise I'da been eternally trapped in
some Satanic nightmare, that even Santa Sarah
and Patty Hollister, would not most likely have been able to
do any magic chants and get me out of. I knew when I wrote my book in
1994, “The Permission Barrier”, © also in 1994; that indeed, I
never really came out of this, and instead, rewrote a new reality
around me, but not all of it is perfectly chained together with the
old one. The glitch points are why my life screwed up once in a huge
way in August of 1986, and then in other less huge ways afterwards,
here, and there. But why these things are all rewritten and how it
led to wild 100 James Patterson type soap opera lives all around my
reality, is way too complicated to simplify and condense on one blog.
I totally refuse to even make the remotest absurd attempt at such
nonsense. Now the other day, I did a lot more than just what I said I
was going to do, and all you need to know is one tiny fact about the
hours after my previous blog posted up to the interconnected
networking system of the PC WORLD, AKA the internet. All I can say
without getting into a McCoy/Wirtz world of trouble and grief, good
people, is this: I came to learn a very powerful thing, and the
source or the details are not necessary, just listen to my message,
and do with it whatever you wish to do, from filing it away into the
crazy as usual file, all the way to the ultimate-WOW file, and any
place in-between you may wish to do in your own personal psyche,
whoever is reading these words at this second. I totally respect
everybody and their right to think 'whatever', even the rights of
Robert from
1975, and 'Robert' did not want to capitalize, I tried
like 5 fucking times before the shit stopped hacking me. Speaking of
Microsucks, yes, this is all owned by them, we buy a computer
hardware unit at a store, and yes, we own that hard device, but all
of the soft stuff or software, the quintillions of zeros and ones on
discs and whatever formats, well, THEY own it all, and can do
anything they want, and had all this planned decades ago. They even
left a real paper trail to their monstrous crime of taking over the
entire humanity. My dirt bag nabes have been slamming in and out all
night and it is now just shy of one AM, Sheriff KM, sir. But grind
grind, let me clutch back before the clocks shift over to October
fifth in OHM-8. This was all planned from before the majority of any
of you out here looking at this blog, were born. The actual planning
however that went into this on a matrix movie level, was done
infinite STM ago, if the word 'ago' were even to apply, and it does
not. Tents and circus trees, and Dave Roth's most funny jokes, cannot
laugh all of this away. Do you feel famous yet, mister Himacane
Lynch? WHAAAAAAAAA! Hay, Mayor Levy, how could we have known a dam
thing? They planned it all a long time ago, and they're just laughing
at us now, and the dangerous fields involved at one of the
triangulated wormhole points of New Jersey, indeed, sir McGuire, is
right next door to your third floor hotel, you wild crazy mick. I
don't mean to get super nasty and totally off the PC grid here folks,
but this guy and others along with him, should be taken out and
slowly shot and left to bleed out in a marshland just out of town, so
a little name calling they can live with, and hopefully, so can Lizzy
Duff, AHA AHA AHA, Mister McNulty of NINETEEN 71, not 1071, hay the
keys are next to each other, you know like IO and CV, innocently
making words that were never intended to be misused by this blogger
in 2006 when it all began for me, Mister Bennett, oh sir; you know;
Hickey, Hockey, Previous, Precious, and the list can go on and on,
but I choose to end it due to lateness in the day and other things as
well, peeps. I did not know Mike McNulty 900 years before 1971, but
the simpler explanation is the way the typewriter keyboard was
invented long ago. It is very weird to me that the three vowels of
I-O-U are all right together, increasing the chance of word typing
errors in my mind at least, 10 fold, call me crazy, oh I forgot, MO
and WO, you already do, WHAAAAA!
Folks,
just how long this computer will last is very problematical. It is
not running good, and I do not have a ton of fuckin g money to fix
it, nor would I trust a soul with my computer, not with what is on
it, and not with my list of enemies and all of their virtually
limitless power, and desire to fuck up my life
on a 24-7-365.2422 basis for 60 dam ass years. While there
still is time, and to quote my wonderful ever loving beyond talented
daughter from the land of cosmic secrets and closets; let me just say
this quick and easy: First, YO, all I care about is copyrighting my
YOUTUBE account with an official check and filled out form, which is
something that is right around the corner now, PTL-PR old boss of the
stingy cassette world, and ass for keeping my channel up and running
more than 30 days after I officially send the © form electronically
up to their website, most likely I'll remove my entire channels
there, the philly57hockeysticks, the paulaking2011, the King
Nebnooshoo, and or any other place that any of my youtube garbage may
be scattered helter skelter on, and it will be gone forever, no more
social media, just the blogs, and even this is in the process of
rapping up, so don't make the mistake of thinking that now that I
have a slightly more professional opening, this is leading to
anything other than the fact that recently, I have figured out just
how to do these little cosmetically improving things; but my blogs
are almost finished; and then they will stay up a year, and then be
removed by me, deleted entirely.
Now I cannot make my Jason Forrest hatepage disappear, or other shit
up on the net about me, but that cannot be helped. This is the great
age of technology out of control, but then, oil will run out; and we
will all go back to life as it was a very long time ago, a very very
very long time ago, lovely Ingrid-84! Now speaking of this devil,
technology, not lovely Ingrid; not exactly the way that 99.999999999%
of the yoputh on this planet believes about their peers all being
part of the net-world any more than they need to be to live and
survive in these new end times of without it, no life, no buying, no
selling, read your bible, folks. My point is that I learned that
there is a secret growing movement among the great young crowd, and
this Protestant movement is exactly what the religious movement was
with the church long ago, when they [protested against the originally
created Roman Catholic Church. Great time to be fucking screwed by
dirt ball Jane Bitch notfondauonebitforwhatyoudidtomein93. Page
eleven of fucking eleven again, well, I must of course compensate, so
here I go with some nice large fives, YO! 55555555555555555555555555
You
have forever altered my life, you ditsy activist, your wonderful
gentleman dad would be totally ashamed of freaking you,
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How I hope
my poor monster in law face survives the Pressing of the numbers and
the roll of the dice, gee willagars, Copyright Office. Golly gash
darn gee whiz and 1988 McDonald Dancers,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Yes,
there is a growing movement, in the young crowd, that is not totally
abstaining from the necessary modern era, but they do not have the
social media accounts, they know nothing of posting to blogs, or the
Facebook, Twitter, or Youtube, and told me I am like a guru next to
them, sending some real Donna Gaines White-boy Goosebumps up and down
my spine at C-SQ! But there is a little more, and this is all falling
into the magic 10 light year zone of chopper landing mahogany divas
and door shaking sister flinching Brady sisters, and a lot more. What
will be told publicly tonight is this and only this. I have decided
to stay one more year at this horrible building and then I be going
back up to New Jersey, until I am at the age when Uncle Samuel
Huntington AKA (Uncle Sam), changes my Social Security Disability
into just plain SS income, and I can go to Americana in south America
then, and nobody is going to stop me, NOBODY!
Yes
folks, lately, Jane has been giving me quite a workout, and not with
her dumb tapes.
I
AM seeing ones all over the place,
which is a message from fucking cosmos directly to me to LAY LOW. So,
I will lay low. I don't do a lot of arguing folks, I AM too dam old
and too dam tired!!!!!!!! But I do know what I know, and when
challenged, well, I politely walk on smiling! ET.
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