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. 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
known 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.
OH
LOVELY LUNA,
AKA DIANA ARTEEMIS, AKA,
'THE MOON'
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
theansweristheqyuestion
On
Blogger since January 2006
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My blogs
About me
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Gender |
Male |
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Industry |
Non-Profit |
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Occupation |
paranormal
researcher |
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Location |
Hammonton,
New Jersey, United States |
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Introduction |
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. |
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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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Favorite
Movies |
all
old movies |
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Favorite
Music |
most
old music |
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Favorite
Books |
The
winds of war, Time
travelers from our future, Gone
with the wind, |
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Now
before we proceed with the blog, see this:
MORIANITY-5-----SO
SAHWEE SALVADOR OLD BUDDY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHERE
DOES IT ALL GO, GRACE COOPER RIVER PARK MESSENGER, 4 YEARS LATER?
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
NOW
THIS PARTICULAR BLOG WILL BEGIN RIGHT HERE:
Hopefully,
so will I, but we all know better, right Chinese girl from Laurel
Road in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG, in all universes? Yes, a long way
from home, not a few miles west in Oaklyn, right DOJ and World
smugglers society of 1975?
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