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, 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 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, this is a very serious set of outlandish circumstances and
coincidence 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, 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, 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 you 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, 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 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 ARE READING
MORIANITY PART 5,
SO
PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER NUMBER XXXIX
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
On
Blogger since January 2006
Profile views - 2779
Now
you have read the blog, so please see this:
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
|
|
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
theansweristheqyuestion
On
Blogger since January 2006
Profile views - 2779
My blogs
About me
|
Gender |
Male |
|---|---|
|
Industry |
Non-Profit |
|
Occupation |
paranormal
researcher |
|
Location |
Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States |
|
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. |
|
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 |
|
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.
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
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 END RIGHT HERE:
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