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ISIS UNVEILED:


A Master-Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology


By H. P. Blavatsky




Blavatsky's first major work on theosophy, examining religion and science in the light of Western and Oriental ancient wisdom and occult and spiritualistic phenomena.

Theosophical University Press Online Edition (print version also available). Electronic version ISBN 1-55700-135-9. This edition may be downloaded for off-line viewing without charge. Because of current limitations in ASCII character fonts, and for ease of searching, no diacritical marks appear in the electronic version of the text.



CONTENTS


DETAILED CONTENTS, VOLUME 1 and VOLUME 2

VOLUME 1



PREFACE (pages v - viii)

BEFORE THE VEIL (pages ix - xlv)

Dogmatic assumptions of modern science and theology / The Platonic philosophy affords the only middle ground / Review of the ancient philosophical systems / A Syriac manuscript on Simon Magus / Glossary of terms used in this book

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Volume First: THE "INFALLIBILITY" OF MODERN SCIENCE.


CHAPTER 1: OLD THINGS WITH NEW NAMES (pages 1 - 38)

The Oriental Kabala / Ancient traditions supported by modern research / The progress of mankind marked by cycles / Ancient cryptic science / Priceless value of the Vedas / Mutilations of the Jewish sacred books in translation / Magic always regarded as a divine science / Achievements of its adepts and hypotheses of their modern detractors / Man's yearning for immortality

CHAPTER 2: PHENOMENA AND FORCES (pages 39 - 73)

The servility of society / Prejudice and bigotry of men of science / They are chased by psychical phenomena / Lost arts / The human will the master-force of forces / Superficial generalizations of the French savants / Mediumistic phenomena, to what attributable / Their relation to crime

CHAPTER 3: BLIND LEADERS OF THE BLIND (pages 74 - 99)

Huxley's derivation from the Orohippus / Comte, his system and disciples / The London materialists / Borrowed robes / Emanation of the objective universe from the subjective

CHAPTER 4: THEORIES RESPECTING PSYCHIC PHENOMENA (pages 100 - 125)

Theory of de Gasparin / [[Theory]] of Thury / [[Theory]] of des Mousseaux, de Mirville / [[Theory]] of Babinet / [[Theory]] of Houdin / [[Theory]] of MM. Royer and Jobart de Lamballe / The twins — "unconscious cerebration" and "unconscious ventriloquism" / Theory of Crookes / [[Theory]] of Faraday / [[Theory]] of Chevreuil / The Mendeleyeff commission of 1876 / Soul blindness

CHAPTER 5: THE ETHER, OR "ASTRAL LIGHT" (pages 126 - 162)

One primal force, but many correlations / Tyndall narrowly escapes a great discovery / The impossibility of miracle / Nature of the primordial substance / Interpretation of certain ancient myths / Experiments of the fakirs / Evolution in Hindu allegory

CHAPTER 6: PSYCHO-PHYSICAL PHENOMENA (pages 163 - 205)

The debt we owe to Paracelsus / Mesmerism — its parentage, reception, potentiality / "Psychometry" / Time, space, eternity / Transfer of energy from the visible to the invisible universe / The Crookes experiments and Cox theory

CHAPTER 7: THE ELEMENTS, ELEMENTALS, AND ELEMENTARIES (pages 206 - 252)

Attraction and repulsion universal in all the kingdoms of nature / Psychical phenomena depend on physical surroundings / Observations in Siam / Music in nervous disorders / The "world-soul" and its potentialities / Healing by touch, and healers / "Diakka" and Porphyry's bad demons / The quenchless lamp / Modern ignorance of vital force / Antiquity of the theory of force-correlation / Universality of belief in magic

CHAPTER 8: SOME MYSTERIES OF NATURE (pages 253 - 292)

Do the planets affect human destiny? / Very curious passage from Hermes / The restlessness of matter / Prophecy of Nostradamus fulfilled / Sympathies between planets and plants / Hindu knowledge of the properties of colors / "Coincidences" the panacea of modern science / The moon and the tides / Epidemic mental and moral disorders / The gods of the Pantheons only natural forces / Proofs of the magical powers of Pythagoras / The viewless races of ethereal space / The "four truths" of Buddhism

CHAPTER 9: CYCLIC PHENOMENA (pages 293 - 337)

Meaning of the expression "coats of skin" / Natural selection and its results / The Egyptian "circle of necessity" / Pre-Adamite races / Descent of spirit into matter / The triune nature of man / The lowest creatures in the scale of being / Elementals specifically described / Proclus on the beings of the air / Various names for elementals / Swedenborgian views on soul-death / Earth-bound human souls / Impure mediums and their "guides" / Psychometry an aid to scientific research

CHAPTER 10: THE INNER AND OUTER MAN (pages 338 - 378)

Pere Felix arraigns the scientists / The "Unknowable" / Danger of evocations by tyros / Lares and Lemures / Secrets of Hindu temples / Reincarnation / Witchcraft and witches/ The sacred soma trance / Vulnerability of certain "shadows" / Experiment of Clearchus on a sleeping boy / The author witnesses a trial of magic in India / Case of the Cevennois

CHAPTER 11: PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL MARVELS (pages 379 - 416)

Invulnerability attainable by man / Projecting the force of the will / Insensibility to snake-poison / Charming serpents by music / Teratological phenomena discussed / The psychological domain confessedly unexplored / Despairing regrets of Berzelius / Turning a river into blood a vegetable phenomenon

CHAPTER 12: THE "IMPASSABLE CHASM" (pages 417 - 461)

Confessions of ignorance by men of science / The Pantheon of nihilism / Triple composition of fire / Instinct and reason defined / Philosophy of the Hindu Jains/ Deliberate misrepresentations of Lempriere / Man's astral soul not immortal / The reincarnation of Buddha / Magical sun and moon pictures of Thibet / Vampirism — its phenomena explained / Bengalese jugglery

CHAPTER 13: REALITIES AND ILLUSION (pages 462 - 514)

The rationale of talismans / Unexplained mysteries / Magical experiment in Bengal / Chibh Chondor's surprising feats / The Indian tape-climbing trick an illusion / Resuscitation of buried fakirs / Limits of suspended animation / Mediumship totally antagonistic to adeptship / What are "materialized spirits"? / The Shudala Madan / Philosophy of levitation / The elixir and alkahest

CHAPTER 14: EGYPTIAN WISDOM (pages 515 - 574)

Origin of the Egyptians / Their mighty engineering works / The ancient land of the Pharaohs / Antiquity of the Nilotic monuments / Arts of war and peace / Mexican myths and ruins / Resemblances to the Egyptian / Moses a priest of Osiris / The lessons taught by the ruins of Siam / The Egyptian Tau at Palenque

CHAPTER 15: INDIA THE CRADLE OF THE RACE (575 - 628)

Acquisition of the "secret doctrine" / Two relics owned by a Pali scholar / Jealous exclusiveness of the Hindus / Lydia Maria Child on Phallic symbolism / The age of the Vedas and Manu / Traditions of pre-diluvian races / Atlantis and its peoples / Peruvian relics / The Gobi desert and its secrets / Thibetan and Chinese legends / The magician aids, not impedes, nature / Philosophy, religion, arts and sciences bequeathed by Mother India to posterity

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VOLUME 2


TITLE PAGE

PREFACE (iii - iv)

Mrs. Elizabeth Thompson and Baroness Burdett-Coutts.

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Volume Second: THE "INFALLIBILITY" OF MODERN RELIGION.


CHAPTER 1: THE CHURCH: WHERE IS IT? (1-54)

Church statistics / Catholic "miracles" and spiritualistic "phenomena" / Christian and Pagan beliefs compared / Magic and sorcery practiced by Christian clergy / Comparative theology a new science / Eastern traditions as to Alexandrian Library / Roman pontiffs imitators of the Hindu Brahm-atma / Christian dogmas derived from heathen philosophy / Doctrine of the Trinity of Pagan origin / Disputes between Gnostics and Church Fathers / Bloody records of Christianity

CHAPTER 2: CHRISTIAN CRIMES AND HEATHEN VIRTUES. (55-122)

Sorceries of Catherine of Medicis / Occult arts practiced by the clergy / Witch-burnings and auto-da-fe of little children / Lying Catholic saints / Pretensions of missionaries in India and China / Sacrilegious tricks of Catholic clergy / Paul a kabalist / Peter not the founder of Roman church / Strict lives of Pagan hierophants / High character of ancient "mysteries" / Jacolliot's account of Hindu fakirs / Christian symbolism derived from Phallic worship / Hindu doctrine of the Pitris / Brahminic spirit-communion / Dangers of untrained mediumship /

CHAPTER 3: DIVISIONS AMONGST THE EARLY CHRISTIANS. (123-166)

Resemblance between early Christianity and Buddhism / Peter never in Rome / Meanings of "Nazar" and "Nazarene" / Baptism a derived right / Is Zoroaster a generic name? / Pythagorean teachings of Jesus / The Apocalypse kabalistic / Jesus considered an adept by some Pagan philosophers and early Christians / Doctrine of permutation / The meaning of God-Incarnate / Dogmas of the Gnostics / Ideas of Marcion, the "heresiarch" / Precepts of Manu / Jehovah identical with Bacchus

CHAPTER 4: ORIENTAL COSMOGONIES AND BIBLE RECORDS. (167-211)

Discrepancies in the Pentateuch / Indian, Chaldean and Ophite systems compared / Who were the first Christians? / Christos and Sophia-Achamoth / Secret doctrine taught by Jesus / Jesus never claimed to be God / New Testament narratives and Hindu legends / Antiquity of the "Logos" and "Christ" / Comparative Virgin-worship

CHAPTER 5: MYSTERIES OF THE KABALA. (212-250)

En-Soph and the Sephiroth / The primitive wisdom-religion / The book of Genesis a compilation of Old World legends / The Trinity of the Kabala / Gnostic and Nazarene systems contrasted with Hindu myths / Kabalism in the book of Ezekiel / Story of the resurrection of Jairus's daughter found in the history of Christna / Untrustworthy teachings of the early Fathers / Their persecuting spirit

CHAPTER 6: ESOTERIC DOCTRINES OF BUDDHISM PARODIED IN CHRISTIANITY. (251-290)

Decisions of Nicean Council, how arrived at / Murder of Hypatia / Origin of the fish-symbol of Vishnu / Kabalistic doctrine of the Cosmogony / Diagrams of Hindu and Chaldeo-Jewish systems / Ten mythical Avatars of Vishnu / Trinity of man taught by Paul / Socrates and Plato on soul and spirit / True Buddhism, what it is

CHAPTER 7: EARLY CHRISTIAN HERESIES AND SECRET SOCIETIES. (291-347)

Nazareans, Ophites, and modern Druzes / Etymology of IAO / "Hermetic Brothers" of Egypt / True meaning of Nirvana / The Jayna sect / Christians and Chrestians / The Gnostics and their detractors / Buddha, Jesus, and Apollonius of Tyana

CHAPTER 8: JESUITRY AND MASONRY. (348-404)

The Sohar and Rabbi Simeon / The Order of Jesuits and its relation to some of the Masonic orders / Crimes permitted to its members / Principles of Jesuitry compared with those of Pagan moralists / Trinity of man in Egyptian Book of the Dead / Freemasonry no longer esoteric / Persecution of Templars by the Church / Secret Masonic ciphers / Jehovah not the "Ineffable Name"

CHAPTER 9: THE VEDAS AND THE BIBLE. (405-476)

Nearly every myth based on some great truth / Whence the Christian Sabbath / Antiquity of the Vedas / Pythagorean doctrine of the potentialities of numbers / "Days" of Genesis and "Days" of Brahma / Fall of man and the Deluge in the Hindu books / Antiquity of the Mahabharata / Were the ancient Egyptians of the Aryan race? / Samuel, David, and Solomon mythical personages / Symbolism of Noah's Ark / The Patriarchs identical with zodiacal signs / All Bible legends belong to universal history

CHAPTER 10: THE DEVIL-MYTH. (477-529)

The devil officially recognized by the Church / Satan the mainstay of sacerdotalism / Identity of Satan with the Egyptian Typhon / His relation to serpent-worship / The Book of Job and the Book of the Dead / The Hindu devil a metaphysical abstraction / Satan and the Prince of Hell in the Gospel of Nicodemus

CHAPTER 11: COMPARATIVE RESULTS OF BUDDHISM AND CHRISTIANITY. (530-586)

The age of philosophy produced no atheists / The legends of three Saviours / Christian doctrine of the Atonement illogical / Cause of the failure of missionaries to convert Buddhists and Brahmanists / Neither Buddha nor Jesus left written records / The grandest mysteries of religion in the Bagaved-gita / The meaning of regeneration explained in the Satapa-Brahmana / The sacrifice of blood interpreted / Demoralization of British India by Christian missionaries / The Bible less authenticated than any other sacred book / Knowledge of chemistry and physics displayed by Indian jugglers

CHAPTER 12: CONCLUSIONS AND ILLUSTRATIONS. (587-640)

Recapitulation of fundamental propositions / Seership of the soul and of the spirit / The phenomenon of the so-called spirit-hand / Difference between mediums and adepts / Interview of an English ambassador with a reincarnated Buddha / Flight of a lama's astral body related by Abbe Huc / Schools of magic in Buddhist lamaseries / The unknown race of Hindu Todas / Will-power of fakirs and yogis / Taming of wild beasts by fakirs / Evocation of a living spirit by a Shaman, witnessed by the writer / Sorcery by the breath of a Jesuit Father / Why the study of magic is almost impracticable in Europe / Conclusion

APPENDICES


"My Books," by H. P. Blavatsky

"How Isis Unveiled Was Written" by Alexander Wilder, M. D.





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Appendix 3


How "Isis Unveiled" Was Written.*


By Alexander Wilder, M. D.


From The Word, May 1908 (7:2)

*The authorship of "Isis Unveiled" has sometimes been questioned. Some persons have claimed it for themselves. The one individual best able to bear witness, from among all who had personal knowledge of the authorship, is Alexander Wilder, physician and scholar, the most able of the Platonists. To-day, at 85 years, he has the buoyancy of youth, the mental virility of manhood, and all with his Platonic "enthusiasm." — H. W. P.

One morning in the autumn of 1876, I saw in the New York "Tribune" the mention of a work in process of publication styled "Art-Magic," which would treat of recondite subjects. Having from earlier years been interested in such matters, I wrote to the address there given and received a reply from Mrs. Hardinge-Britton. Besides answering my inquiry, she told me of the forming of a Theosophical Society, then taking place. But I did not pursue this clue. I had become disgusted with individual pretensions to superior powers, and unusual names have for me no attraction. Some weeks later, however, learning that the book had been printed, I called upon Mrs. Britton and received a copy. She stated that the author did not give his name, and that he would not require the payment which I was to make, paying a compliment to my intellectual qualifications as something unusual in this field. The book was very interesting to me, and contained many valuable nuggets in relation to arcane matters. Unfortunately, there was no index, and the omission of an index takes away half the usefulness of a book to a student. There was no allusion in the book to the Theosophical Society, and I had no curiosity to know about the organization.

At that time I had been editing several publications for Mr. J. W. Bouton, a bookseller in New York, and was lecturing and contributing papers for one or two periodicals. Other engagements and associations had been laid aside. I had barely heard of Madame Blavatsky, but in no connection with anything relating to Theosophy, or other subject that I knew anything about. She had been described as having introduced herself to an acquaintance as a "rushing Russian," and her manner had attracted attention. Nothing more was elicited at that time.

On a pleasant afternoon, in early autumn, some months later, I was alone in the house. The bell was rung, and I answered at the door. Colonel Henry S. Olcott was there with an errand to myself. I did not recognize him, as I had never had any occasion to make his acquaintance, but he having had some governmental business with one of my employers several years before, had known me ever since. He had never suspected, however, that I took any interest whatever in unusual subjects; so completely successful had I been in keeping myself unknown even to those who from daily association imagined that they knew me very thoroughly. A long service in journalism, familiar relations with public men, and active participation in political matters, seemed to have shut out from notice an ardent passion for mystic speculation, and the transcendental philosophy. I think that Colonel Olcott had himself been taken somewhat by surprise.

He had been referred to me by Mr. Bouton. Madam Blavatsky had compiled a work upon occult and philosophic subjects, and Mr. Bouton had been asked in relation to undertaking its publication. Why it had been referred to me I could never well understand. Mr. Bouton had taken passage for England a few days before, and I had visited him several times, even going over from Newark to bid him farewell the morning that he left. Yet he had not said a word to me about the manuscript. Did he really expect me to read it, or was he merely endeavoring to shirk having anything to do with it without actually refusing outright? I am now inclined to the opinion that he referred Colonel Olcott to me to evade saying "No." At the time, however, I supposed that, although the mode of proceeding was not that of a man of business, Mr. Bouton really meant that I should examine the work, and I agreed to undertake the task.

It was truly a ponderous document and displayed research in a very extended field, requiring diligence, familiarity with the various topics, as well as a purpose to be fair to the writer. Regarding myself as morally obligated to act for the advantage of Mr. Bouton, I showed no favor beyond what I believed justice to demand. I regarded it a duty to be severe. In my report to him, I stated that the manuscript was the product of great research, and that so far as related to current thinking, there was a revolution in it, but I added that I deemed it too long for remunerative publishing.

Mr. Bouton, however, presently agreed to publish the work. I never learned the terms, but subsequent occurrences led me to presume that they were not carefully considered. He procured the copyright in his own name, which enabled him to control the price, and he refused every proposition afterward to transfer the ownership to the author, or to cheapen the cost. He placed the manuscript again in my hands, with instructions to shorten it as much as it would bear. This was a discretionary power that was far from agreeable. It can hardly be fair that a person acting solely in behalf of the publisher should have such authority over the work of an author. Nevertheless, I undertook the task. While abridging the work, I endeavored in every instance to preserve the thought of the author in plain language, removing only such terms and matter as might be regarded as superfluous, and not necessary to the main purpose. In this way, enough was taken out to fill a volume of respectable dimensions. In doing all this, I consulted only what I supposed to be Mr. Bouton's advantage, and believed that he so regarded it, as I had only his instructions. But it proved to be only a "labor of love."

Colonel Olcott was very desirous that I should become acquainted with Madam Blavatsky. He appeared to hold her in high regard closely approaching to veneration, and to consider the opportunity to know her a rare favor for any one. I was hardly able to share his enthusiasm. Having a natural diffidence about making new acquaintances, and acting as a critic upon her manuscript, I hesitated for a long time. Finally, however, these considerations were passed over and I accompanied him to their establishment in Forty-seventh Street.

It was a "flat," that unhomelike fashion of abode that now extends over populous cities, superseding the household and family relationship wherever it prevails. The building where they lived had been "transmogrified" for such purposes, and they occupied a suite of apartments on an upper floor. The household in this case comprised several individuals, with separate employments. They generally met at meal-time, together with such guests from elsewhere as might happen to be making a visit.

The dining room was furnished in simple style with no affectation of anything unusual or extraordinary. Perhaps, I ought to add that later in the year following, this condition was quite considerably modified. The autumn of 1879 was characterized, as I have never since observed it, by the richness of color in the foliage. Numerous parties visited the woods around to gather the tinted leaves for ornamental purposes. One of the inmates of the flat, a foreigner who was in rapport with the Theosophical fraternity, had in this way, procured a large quantity and set herself to use them to decorate the dining room. She made several emblematic figures, the double triangle being the principal one of these. Then she followed with an Oriental landscape extending the length of the apartment. There were to be seen the figures of an elephant, a monkey, and other creatures, and a man standing as if contemplating the scene. This decoration remained through the winter till the household had broken up. I then brought it away to Newark and set it up in a hall. Here it remained several years. It was there when Mr. G. R. S. Mead visited me. I sent it afterward to Miss Caroline Hancock at Sacramento, and she in turn presented it to the Theosophical Society at San Francisco. Doubtless it has long since met the fate of wornout furniture. But it had notoriety in its earlier days, from the admiration of visitors for its ingenuity and oddness of conception, and descriptions of it were published in several newspapers.

The study in which Madam Blavatsky lived and worked was arranged after a quaint and very primitive manner. It was a large front room, and being on the side next the street, was well lighted. In the midst of this was her "den," a spot fenced off on three sides by temporary partitions, writing desk and shelves for books. She had it as convenient as it was unique. She had but to reach out an arm to get a book, paper or other article that she might desire, that was within the enclosure. The place could not accord with a vivid sense of beauty, except after the ancient Greek conception that beauty is fitness for its purpose, everything certainly being convenient and handy. In this place Madam Blavatsky reigned supreme, gave her orders, issued her judgments, conducted her correspondence, received her visitors and produced the manuscript of her book.

She did not resemble in manner or figure what I had been led to expect. She was tall, but not strapping; her countenance bore the marks and exhibited the characteristics of one who had seen much, thought much, traveled much, and experienced much. Her figure reminded me of the description which Hippokrates has given to the Scyths, the race from which she probably descended. Her dress I do not feel competent to describe, and in fact never noticed so as to be able to remember. I am a man and seldom observant of a woman's attire. My attention is given to the individual, and unless the clothing should be strikingly different from the current style, I would be unable to speak of it intelligently or intelligibly. All that I have to say is that she was completely dressed. Her appearance was certainly impressive, but in no respect was she coarse, awkward, or ill-bred. On the other hand she exhibited culture, familiarity with the manners of the most courtly society and genuine courtesy itself. She expressed her opinions with boldness and decision, but not obtrusively. It was easy to perceive that she had not been kept within the circumscribed limitations of a common female education; she knew a vast variety of topics and could discourse freely upon them.

In several particulars, I presume that I never fairly or fully understood her. Perhaps this may have extended further than I am willing to admit. I have heard tell of her profession of superhuman powers and of extraordinary occurrences that would be termed miraculous. I, too, believe, like Hamlet, that there are more things in heaven and earth than our wise men of this age are willing to believe. But Madam Blavatsky never made any such claim to me. We always discoursed of topics which were familiar to both, as individuals on a common plane. Colonel Olcott often spoke to me as one who enjoyed a grand opportunity, but she herself made no affectation of superiority. Nor did I ever see or know of any such thing occurring with anyone else.

She professed, however, to have communicated with personages whom she called "the Brothers," and intimated that this, at times, was by the agency, or some means analogous to what is termed "telepathy." It is not necessary to show or insist that this mode of communication has been known and even carried on from antiquity. The Khabar is well known in the Orient. I have supposed that an important condition for ability to hold such intercourse was abstinence from artificial stimulation such as comes from the use of flesh as food, alcoholic drink and other narcotic substances. I do not attach any specific immorality to these things, but I have conjectured that such abstemiousness was essential in order to give the mental powers full play, and to the noetic faculty free course without impediment or contamination from lower influence. But Madam Blavatsky displayed no such asceticism. Her table was well furnished, but without profusion, and after a manner not differing from that of other housekeepers. Besides, she indulged freely in the smoking of cigarettes, which she made as she had occasion. I never saw any evidence that these things disturbed, or in any way interfered with her mental acuteness or activity.

At my first visit, her reception was courteous and even friendly. She seemed to become acquainted at once. She spoke of the abridgements which I had made of her manuscript, extolling what I had done far beyond what it deserved. "What had been taken out was 'flapdoodle,' " she declared. My judgment, certainly, had not been so severe as that. I had not looked for defects, or found them, but only to ascertain how the manuscript might be "boiled down," without affecting the general purpose. In other cases, it has been my rule to scrutinize unprinted manuscript in quest of faults, but to look when it has been printed, to find out its meaning and merits. In this instance, however, I had aimed only to shorten without marring the work. It should be stated, however, as a fact in the publication of this work, that Madam Blavatsky continued to add matter, after Mr. Bouton began the undertaking, and I think that much of the second volume was then written. I have no recollection of much of it except in proof sheets at a later period.

It was no easy matter to give the publication a fitting title. I do not remember that my services were asked in this matter, and certainly they would not have been worth the asking. It is a department in which I am particularly weak. Nor do I think the name unexceptionable which was adopted.

Mr. Bouton is entitled to that distinction. He was a skilful caterer in the bookselling world to which he belonged, but he had business ability rather than a sense of fitness. He once published the treatise of R. Payne Knight on Ancient Art and added pictures relating solely to Hindu mythology, entirely foreign to the subject. This work of Madam Blavatsky is largely based upon the hypothesis of a prehistoric period of the Aryan people in India, and in such a period the veil or the unveiling of Isis can hardly be said to constitute any part. On the contrary, it is a dramatic representation peculiar to the religion and wisdom of Egypt and perhaps is allied to the Syrian Hyksos enormities. Certainly the problems of Egyptian lore are to be considered with other pens than those with which " Isis Unveiled " was written.

After the work had been printed and placed on sale, there was discussion in regard to the actual authorship. Many were unwilling to acknowledge that Madam Blavatsky could be sufficiently well informed or intellectually capable of such a production. True that women like Frances Burney had composed romances of high merit. Miss Farley had conducted successfully the " Lowell Offering." Mary Somerville had written on Physical Science, and Harriet Martineau on Political Economy.

A clergyman in New York, a member of the Russian Greek Church, I have been told, affirmed that I was the actual author. That report, however, can hardly have gone far. It would be refuted after the manner that the late Henry Ward Beecher put a stop to a similar one. He tells us that when Uncle Tom's Cabin was published there were many who insisted that he, and not Mrs. Stowe was the author. "Then," says Mr. Beecher, "I wrote Norwood," which entirely disposed of the matter. So, too, nobody familiar with my style of writing would ever impute to me the authorship of Isis Unveiled.

I would hesitate, likewise, to be considered in any noteworthy sense as an editor of the work. It is true that after Mr. Bouton had agreed to become the publisher, I was asked to read the proof sheets and make sure that the Hebrew words and terms belonging to other languages were correctly given by the printer, but I added nothing, and do not remember that I ventured to control anything that was contributed to the work. Without her knowledge and approval, such action would have been reprehensible.

While she was engaged in the work, she had many books relating to the various topics, evidently for consultation. There were Jacolliot's work on India, Bunsen's Egypt, Ennemoser's History of Magic and others. I had myself written papers upon a variety of subjects for the Phrenological Journal and other periodicals, and she had procured many of them. We often discussed the topics, and their various characteristics, for she was a superior conversationalist and at home on every matter about which we discoursed. She spoke the English language with the fluency of one perfectly familiar with it, and who thought in it. It was the same to me as though talking with any man of my acquaintance. She was ready to take the idea as it was expressed, and uttered her own thoughts clearly, concisely and often forcibly. Some of the words which she employed had characteristics which indicated their source. Any thing which she did not approve or hold in respect she promptly disposed of as "flapdoodle." I have never heard or encountered the term elsewhere. Not even the acts or projects of Colonel Olcott escaped such scathing, and in fact he not unfrequently came under her scorching criticism. He writhed under it, but, except for making some brief expression at the time, he did not appear to cherish resentment.

In regard to the genuineness of her authorship, a story was once told me, which has been imagined by some to have a direct relation to the matter. I suppose this to be the occasion of several letters addressed to me upon the subject. My informant was the late Mrs. Elizabeth Thompson of Boston. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of wealth, abounding with benevolent purposes, but eager for novelties that were more or less visionary, shifting from one pursuit to another, and accessible to flattery. For example, she gave the money which enabled a medical college to hold several lecture terms, and then let the enterprise die out; she paid for building a chapel for the sessions of the Summer School of Philosophy at Concord, and then tired of the enterprise; she aided Dr. Newbrough with money to print his new bible Oahspe, and employed the artist, Mr. Frank Carpenter, to paint the picture of President Lincoln and his cabinet, which she presented to Congress. The wealth which her husband had bequeathed to her became a bait for all manner of parasites to seek her, and flattery artfully bestowed was often like the magical words: "Open, sesame," sure to find the way to her purse. But she quickly dropped one for another.

For a little time she was attracted to Madam Blavatsky. This was somewhat to be wondered at, for it is hard to conceive that Madam Blavatsky flattered anybody. She did not hesitate to tell Henry Ward Beecher when he was at the height of his popularity, that he was not an honest public teacher.

It might be questioned whether Mrs. Thompson herself was quite sincere. I remember meeting her one day at dinner at the flat. A statement which I made was imputed by Colonel Olcott to the "Astral light."

Some days later, I saw Mrs. Thompson at her own premises, and she asked me my opinion in a manner that impressed me that she was hardly straightforward in her relations with the Theosophical household.

A year or so afterward, they had left New York for India. Mrs. Thompson had become an inmate of the family of Dr. Newbrough on West 34th Street. He was endeavoring to push the "new Bible" into circulation. I called there one day by invitation, and learning that she had rooms in the house, paid her my respects. In our conversation, Madam Blavatsky was mentioned, and Mrs. Thompson spoke of her in these terms:

"If Madam Blavatsky should come in at that door I should kiss her affectionately. At the same time I believe her to be a perfect humbug."'

She then related the following story: Baron de Palm, a German gentleman, who spent some time in this country, had died in Roosevelt Hospital. He had devoted much attention to arcane subjects, and had written upon them. He was intimate with the party on 47th Street, and made them recipients of his property, but with the assurance that his body should be cremated. There was a woman in the household who seems to have become unfriendly and ready to talk at random. She told Mrs. Thompson that after the death of the Baron she was with Madam Blavatsky while examining the contents of his trunks. One of these, the woman said, was full of manuscripts. Madam Blavatsky looked at a few of the pages, and then hastily closed the trunk, making an effort to divert attention in another direction.

Mrs. Thompson apparently believed that this manuscript was the material of the work Isis Unveiled. Certainly she endeavored to give me that impression. But I am not apt at taking hints, and do not like others to suppose that I imply what I do not explicitly say. The giving of hints is hardly an honorable practice; it is an evasion, and often simply the affectation of knowing something beyond which is directly communicated. I never made use of this story, and repeated it only to Dr. R. B. Westbrook, of Philadelphia, and to Colonel Olcott when I next met him in New York.

Several individuals have written letters, as though I knew something that would discredit the sincerity of Madam Blavatsky and the genuineness of the originality of Isis Unveiled. My reply was that she had always dealt justly with me, and I had no disposition to speak unkindly of her. I mean always to avoid being sycophantic or credulous, but I will not recompense fair treatment by evil or unfriendly speaking.

It will readily be perceived that there was really no evidence sufficient to warrant the imputing of the authorship of Isis Unveiled to Baron de Palm. I do not know whether, being of foreign birth, he could write fluently in the English language. It is not known that the manuscript in the trunk was written for publication, or was in any proper book form. Indeed, I have never been informed whether he contemplated such a work, or even that he had sufficient capacity. All this would require to be taken for granted, before it would be permissible to presume any imposture in the authorship.

The manuscript which I handled I am very sure was in the handwriting of Madam Blavatsky herself. Anybody who was familiar with her, would, upon reading the first volume of Isis Unveiled, not have any difficulty in recognizing her as the author. Nor was the manuscript, voluminous as it was, sufficiently extensive to include a large trunk full of written paper. Besides, a full third, or even more, of what was published, was written by Madam Blavatsky after Mr. Bouton had set about putting the work in type. She was by no means expert in preparing her material. She patched and changed, making a very large bill for "alterations." Indeed, she never actually finished the work, the publisher declared to me, till he told her that she must stop.

It had been desired of me that I should read the proofsheets. It was not my province to dictate or even suggest what should be included in the work, and I do not remember taking exception but once. She had described certain medical treatment, with apparent approval, in which mercury was a factor. To this drug I entertain a lifelong antipathy. I have seen individuals "railroaded" out of life by its use as medicine, and others crippled hopelessly. My protestations may have induced her to qualify her eulogy.

She always treated me with courtesy. When her work was most urgent, or she had been wearied with visitors, she commanded the woman at the door to turn off all callers. That prohibition was repeatedly spoken to me, but as she heard my voice, she would call out to admit me. This occurred when the call was not a matter of business. She was ready in conversation, and was at home on any topic, however abstruse. Few persons in any walk of life are as well supplied with material for discourse. Even Colonel Olcott, who was by no means inferior or commonplace, was not her equal except in his own profession.

Believing that the main body of the work would not be sufficiently attractive to purchasers, I urged her to include in it accounts of the marvellous things which she had observed in India. But this she invariably declined to do, saying that it was not permitted by "the Brothers." That was a tribunal that I could not question; my wisdom in the matter was that of the market-place. But she was always ready to hear what I had to say, whether in relation to her work, or to philosophic questions, or to subjects of everyday life. When the printer had placed everything in type, I was employed to prepare the index. Others must judge whether this was done with fidelity. As the author paid for this, and the publisher refrained from advancing a cent for all that I had done in the matter, though careful to make sure of all the proceeds from the sales, it is but just to render the acknowledgement where it is due.

The work was finally completed, and Isis Unveiled was duly issued. The household began at once to make arrangements for leaving New York. Madam Blavatsky visited the Bureau of Naturalization and there became a citizen of the United States. This astonished me, partly because I knew her to be contemplating to leave the country permanently, and partly because she had freely criticized our ways of doing and our politics. She explained that the American nation had the best government. There were probably matters of law involved that I did not know about. Colonel Olcott was a skillful lawyer, and had been employed by the administration at Washington to ferret out alleged violations of law, he knew what would be necessary abroad for a safeguard. As the party after their arrival in India became objects of suspicion as possible spies of the Russian Government, it is not unlikely that the precaution was wise.

Madam Blavatsky wrote to me several times after their arrival at Bombay. She told of many matters of interest to a student in comparative religions, such as I am, and her letters were entertaining as well as instructive. But as time passed, new duties took the place of old recollections. Such events occurred as the break with Dayananda, the leader of the Arya Samaj, an alliance unnatural for Americans of Protestant antecedents, who do not like any one to exercise dominion over their religious beliefs. The Theosophist, however, came regularly to me and was preserved from its first number. This enabled me to keep track of the party, and their doings — till the closing of their present earthly career.

























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I HAVE HAD THREE HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BAD DAYS, KNOWN AS BOTBAR DAYS. No normal person can fathom my endless fucking hell. May the gods bless all of you that you don't know, and cannot relate, no matter what you are or have suffered through. If that pisses anyone off to hear me so audaciously proclaim this, all I can do is to apologize in advance right here and now, lovely Lieutenant VanBuren.










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Some mother fucker has re-infested my apartment with new roaches, as well as lots of tiny ants. I will have to buy some fucking additional shit at the local store to rid myself of this shit, all over again, with or without Diana or Munster-Andrews Shipyards!



I have queried my GAGA-CAT as to where this horrendous mother fucking TRIPLE-BOTBAR came out of the blue on me from, and before the blog is over, this will all be told in detail, good folks. For right now, this is what is real, I am under a gigantic gun for nothing that I did to a single mother fucking monster ass soul, and so I'll keep my promise about going further into my wonderful PILLOW-TALKING DADDY from good old fart sniffing January of 1974. You want to play a war game with me cock suckers, well, be ready for amo to come flying back into your camps and cramps, as well, ya' fucking lizard brain jerk offs, squared. But I need to lead up to this pillow talk, and so to do this a little bit better, I will continue on about something already opened up on a fairly recent blog, and that would be the topic of sleep-walkers, and how my mother was turned into a zombie somnambulist against her will for the last 26 months of her agonizing miserable fucking life on this sick twisted sin cursed planet of the gods-games. Before I do get into this, I played my systems-roulette during this three day period, a total of eleven games, four of them winning games; and bringing my day totals, in hypothetical units; to +1, +2, and +1. That is an amazing feat, on this bad of a super fucking botbar death-attack, my good folks and believers. I said this before and it needs to be repeated right now. There is no SATAN, yet there MAY AS WELL BE ONE. There are no aliens, UFO's and space bullshit, yet again, THERE MAY AS WELL BE ALL OF THIS, AND MUCH MORE! Why do I put things like this, some may be wondering, and the only answer I can give to you at your present level of ability to comprehend my blogs, is that there is no way other than this, for me to communicate reality to you. If there was, I would be a much greater teacher, and things would be a lot better for both myself, and most likely, the entire population of planet freaking Earth! Let me get down and dirty about the end of 1997, and my mother. What no one understands unless they are the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, as 99% most likely reading and following this blog are, I'm no freaking fool, but the tiny Morians following this blog and these words, are not ever going to be really able to understand certain powerful periods of time in my life, such as 1969, 1980, 1983, 1984, 1986, 1994, 1997, 2000, 2006, 2008, and 2010. These ten fucking years are 100 times more powerful than the other years from 1968 through this present year of 2013. If anything, that is a total under exaggeration. Each of these years, even if you were to eliminate basically, the entire other years of all that time, my life and MORIANITY would most likely readjust nearly perfectly to fit into exactly where it is right now. Some are thinking, shit dude, you know you left out 1972 and 1967, even 1995 or 1998 or wo, how about 1987? Hay, I said we can throw all of this bullshit right into the fucking ass garbage can. We only need the ten that I listed. Sort of in the cases of 'missing time' and so-called 'alien abductions', those who have had these experiences, are still following normal time right now, and the gaps do not have any effect at all, in so much as that is concerned. Now the way that this will be written, will not be one of Terry Harbors favorite reads, and will go all over the place, but she is not able to realize that I and only fucking I, know what I am doing, 100%, and that doing this in a non scatter-brain way, is in the long run, just a powerful waste of a lot of time. Things do not always fit in regular time order, not all things, many and most perhaps, but then there are those who know what I am talking about, and perhaps have kept their mouths shut all their life to avoid being ostracized by the society around them, and losing their life style. I am not going to lie to a soul. I already know that something gigantic must happen, and will happen. It will not be a result of anything that I do, or my Magnesonic system does. Even my abilities to do certain metaphysical type of things, has boundaries and limitations, I assure you. This all ties in to my pop and his pillow talk, on those January nights back in 1974, when he returned to the north, after nearly a decade down south, around Florida and Louisiana; doing many spurious things with many spurious people. First, before he went off to sleep on one occasion, he told me about the details of STAR TREK movies, that did not actually come out for another fucking half decade. He had gotten the old beginning show and its pilot episode with Captain Christopher Pike, confused in his mind, in ways that I did not yet understand in 1974, but now, I MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY DO UNDERSTAND WHAT CAUSED HIS CONFUSION, as I can personally relate, and it is all on these blogs and all told, if you've been paying any real big attention to the details of it all. This is of course why I cannot do this the way that Know-It-All Terry, from Egg Harbor, New Jersey, would like to see it done. Nobody, not Einstein and Dream-Works commingled together would have the ability or talent to properly do. This would be a super human feat, and Bruce Pennock settled that issue for us all, did he not, believers? Still, my father seemed to totally have seen these shows that did not air and would not for a good five years, describing the space platforms and the ships built in space, just as the movies did in fact come to show. But two nights later, he went to take a piss around 3 or 4 in the morning and returned to the cot in my bedroom, and started talking about a project on a Majestic Top Secret Level, called, Dreaming Aunt Jeanie. He mentions many things, a few have been told, but I never told you this. It meant nothing to me either, until the days of my kidnapping. I thought he was a vivid dreamer and night talker, and was recovering from his time aboard the Battleship Eldridge, as he did in real life serve on that ship in the days while he was courting my mom, and was at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard. The courtship with my mom was right after the experimentation all took place, but mom would tell me all through my adolescence, how he would wake up in the dead of night, screaming like a maniac; just like a book I was to read years in the future in 1980, called, “The Philadelphia Experiment”. After this book came out, my father mysteriously died one day in northeast Philadelphia, in a ghetto rat hole, secured by someone I knew who then became friends with my father, a mobster by the name of Frank Lombardo. This man was using his connections to do a lot of things, one was to be sort of like an agent to a man who I fully believe had a made up 'stage-name' for his last name. Like most wannabee entertainers in any sort of show-bizz, he became more of an executive and gave up his dreams of fame and fortune, emphasis on every word I say, all puns apply, and don't even get me going right at the moment, or eat too many great snacks and get to fat. A coworker of my mother, used friends of all these people, when she got married, and needed a band at their wedding, straight out of OH GOD, YOU DEVIL, miracles, hot nineties, 20 years ahead of scheduled temperatures, and all. You will go as far in all of this, as your current level of awareness and enlightenment permits you to go, and no further, and that is a good thing, believers, and others, Mister Grow-Up eventually Mackey, time now mike; WOW! Yes, Mister Waking-Freeze of the great 6-10 FASCITAR himself, right JIMMY BURR FOR THE RECORD in 1984, and lover of nasty whore Connie, but then, STAG MAG September 1978 issue and all notwithstanding, I should be completely used to by now, Mister Joel, folks who are supposedly my friend and on my side, suddenly for no visible reason, taking everyone else's side, all the time, nee-nee-nee-nee weird high piano notes and all, Mister fucking Serling, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do not think for a second that the entire shipping industry was not in a huge collusion with higher powers all along, this is how they brought my fucking parents together, this is how they connected me into many of their music related nightmares, and this is how I learned about the great 6-10-FASCITAR. Still, Hillock, Hollister, Spears, and near C-SQ run away's that are old and not young, do not confuse them folks, they all are different separate entities, but all did indeed work right along with my good old mom at that good old shipping company office, famous the world over, used by every mother fucking rock band you can think of, as they need to ship their shit overseas for concerts, and not always can airplanes be used due to excessive quantities of stuff. In fact, there are so many connections and coincidences, that I could sit here all fucking night long and list them, and you could all dance while I type, and play famous tunes, but by morning, I bet I'd still be mother fucking typing away, so why even begin that huge of an acenine project, just take my dam ass word for it, please folks. I know the word exists MSC, thanks as usual for being so fucking worthless. It sure has nothing to do with greatest poker hands, dreams, or aces and nines, and that much folks, a moron can tell you! On the morning of 26 December in 1997, at around five of the clock in the fucking morning, my mom came upstairs from her bedroom, asleep, she was a total somnambulist, and ended up flat lining within two hours give or take, up the road at the John F. Kennedy Hospital, Stratford, New Jersey Division, after flat-lining in the house, on the gurney. Shortly before all this happened, the Callio branch of the TAWF had been in dream-communication with my mom, as she told me upon several occasions, that Sarah had come to her in very vivid dreams, and wanted to purchase some property that my mom's dad had owned, back in the early twentieth century, in Long Beach Island; and offered ten thousand dollars in cash and wanted her to hold a note. It was a very wild dream that peeps just would never have out of the blue. Then while she was ill, and at the hospital, an exquisite teenaged girl who was very tall with long brown hair would come to my mom and tell her she needs to talk to her son, (ME), especially the day she was taken by ambulance from that hospital over to the one east of there, called “Our Lady of Lord's Hospital”, in Camden, New Jersey; to be seen there, by the top heart specialist in the state. Nobody ever could get to the bottom and properly diagnose my mother's medical condition, that turned her from strong and healthy on Christmas night of 1997, into some zombie that was ill and sick and crazy overnight, and in that condition, until the day she perished, on the fourth day in March of 2000. When my mom would get released from the hospital over and over during this 26 month fucking total nightmare, she would keep waking up eventually, ASLEEP. She would not talk and looked at you like, “HELP ME, HELP ME, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME”? She would be doing the bills on one occasion, and suddenly, what made sense on the paper, turned into gibberish and dribble. She would play solitaire, and suddenly the cards were all arranged in the same color, the numbers descended perfectly down as they should, only they would all be black cards or red cards, rather than alternates. It made some sense, but was partially not in this world. Now some can handle this type of trance, while those who cannot, such as my mother, will die from that state, eventually. I know as sure as I sit here, that most of the entire Callio family, all of these monsters, are TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and they can do anything they like, any time they fucking like. They can be anybody, they can do anything. They can have the entire world in the palm of their hand. And this family FUCKING HATES MY FUCKING GUTS, and has worked overtime since I was knee high to a small water bucket, to make my life A LIVING NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ENDLESS SCREAMING WILDFIRE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They have wrecked my entire life, stopped me at every turn from ever proving one thing about any of them, wiped out my life, and let me know in no uncertain terms who rules, and who sucks dirty underwear. Since the start of human kind, unknown shit abounds all around all of us. Some folks and their kin, have a lot more of it around them than others. It, as John Henningsen would put it so fucking well in the sixties, is really, just that simple. All of us have had some missing time. All abductees claim that there is some type of genetic situation going on with all of this. Well, since I understand this family, who they are and where they all come truly from, and what dreams really are and how this all connects up, and personally have experienced so many wild interactions with so many of them all of my dam pathetic life; I have been able to explain away, about 95%+ of many things that have happened to me, that without all of this, I never would have. Still, that is a rotten lousy fucking trade off. Every situation that is metaphysical through all of this, is sort of self exacerbating. Just as normal folks will never be able to turn a clock back, and things seem to move along based on a cumulative effect of a life lived so far, so also does this shit all work in like manner. It may have started off so innocent, that it was almost something that I could see as a child's game and almost silly, such as the chain being taken, and Russel Thaxton coming over at one AM all drunk on a school night that just happened to be a night my mom had a special place to go with her boyfriend, Mister Mirrors Crown, but again; this shit is so bizarre and outlandish and surreal, that I could type on all fucking day and night and nothing really ever will get closer to all getting said, as would be in any normal book and or story. This is no fucking normal shit, as this is beyond it all; just like you said it was, Mister Paul Pedersen Minimalltempers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.



MY BABY-BLOND DIANA ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.





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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.



















YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”



















VERSE ONE



I'm so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new



Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few



Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew



We're down and out, and we will even go to work for you



You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two



I am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue



While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe



Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you



We'll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew



But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say



I've been working hard out in the sun all day



And I'm not giving any freaking fish away



VERSE TWO



So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea



And when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me



Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty



And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me



And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish



You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch



I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled



So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed



Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled



People say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day



But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay



So I'm not giving any of my fish away



VERSE THREE



They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand



And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand



Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died



The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried



And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned



Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound



Just another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill



A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill



The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again



Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben



I've been working hard out in the sun all day



So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay



And I'm not giving any of my fish away



VERSE FOUR



You'll be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer



You'll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer



You'll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking



You'll be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking



You'll be crossing over, watching all the others eating



Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating



Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate



You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate



You'll be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover



Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say



That you've been working hard out in the sun all day



Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay



So you're not giving any of your fish away





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MORIANITY PART FIVE



CHAPTER 00081 IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG.



Yes sir, old buddy from CF School, 'IT'S TIME', MMCN!



BUT TIME OR NO TIME, AND LAUGHS OR NO LAUGHS, COUSINS, DAUGHTERS, AND LONG HAIR ALL NOTWITHSTANDING; WITH ALL OF MY CRAZY WAYS, HUH DONNA ADDITIONS, OR MULTIPLICATIONS, OR BOB OLD PAL, 'WHATEVER', STILL, LENNY BRISCOE DREAMS AND ALL FAKE PSYCHIC'S, hmm hmm, Shirley Grant from the eighties; and yes, we won't leave it out, W—O—W, here now, Sharkey Markey needs to add in a little something, multiply it by 50, Donna Girl; and get a photo of George Washington, to boot, “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and go screw yourself, whoever you all really truly are out here that hate me without cause or justification, and have been wiping me out for 60 mother fucking years. I can bite back too, lovely Mizz Delaney. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!








































































The greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth.



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AUUCH, HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?

Oh yes people, as good old Jason Forrest Summer, SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU RADIO WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK YOU”.



HE SAID THIS FOLKS, NOT ME, AHA!!!





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YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”

BUT TO WHERE, AS MY HELL IS ENDLESS?

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***MORIANITY PART FIVE***





A child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that are not me directly. Click below, YO!!





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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.

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December 12, 2006


More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)



This is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.

Mark_from_njAt the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey.  Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations. 

Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently.  He was given a CD called "The Meaning of Life."  The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title.  He's really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day.  More importantly, he is insane.  Completely, violently insane. 

Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.  His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.   And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.  Covertly, of course.   Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.  (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's own Jason Forrest isn't clear.) 

Here then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:


If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.







As Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? Signed, Da' Mountainpen.













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SOMEONE WILL NOT GIVE ME A MOMENT'S PEACE, AND WE ALL MOTHER FUCKING KNOW WHO THIS IS, DON'T WE, CUNT LAPPING AGENTS, CONDOR AND FALCON, OF THE 1988 UFO THE COVER UP DOCUMENTARY, ON NEW YORK, NY, CHANNEL 11 TELEVISION, WPIX????????? And I know who they are. They are TYPE THREE EXPLORATRONS, and yes, time travelers is !another way for you to see this truth if you are not reading on my mother fucking dick chewing ass level yet, dudes and duddesses, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that mouth!!!!!!!

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3+4—3x4—7+12—7x12 ****** But what is so awesome about the (3) and the (4) to begin with, some are asking me, WOW, let us go a little into this huge one, believers, and 'others', without me joining the ranks of one failed student-teacher from late in 1972, huh Danny Mackey, time MMCN! If anyone believed this, the world would be over, as we all know it, by noon, my time, tomorrow, the friggin fifteenth of friggin May. They will not, so I will safely tell it, Prosecutor Wirtz Senior; without slamming an AEB too hard with any keyboards from 1980 parallels that have beyond cool features, including CSV, equal or better to today's arranger melody models, and so on, but seeing these in another universe, and hearing them, does that officially make me the inventor of them here in this one, on or off of LIEMEOW Road and Happyhealthy Street intersections of phone taps????





OK, you would think that numbers one and two would be key here, in this video-game that some in the know, think they are correct in all their ways and thinking, calling it by name, 'CREATION' or 'JACKING-IN LAWNMOWERS, GAME 1' Think anything you want to think, it does not make it so, not with all the dam ass metaphysics in the dam ass world and then some more, folks. Many people say there is evidence for some really powerful stuff, still unknown and not talked about, not on ANY internet or TV or media source, ABOVE GROUND. Morianity was all underground until about one year ago, and then it came up and surfaced, small time, but it really is here now, no matter who may hate that reality, in power and control, it is reality, and Dawn can take it from right there any time she wants, if P wants to light up some candles, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, shall we get back to numbers, then to GENESIS, only we only need six chapters of this first great HOLY BOOK, just six chapters, because folks, if you would really take off your blinders and deafers, and yeah sue me; I made up the dam word, an old habit from a very long time ago that I don't plan on breaking any time dam ass soon. Counting in numeration is wonderful, and it can answer most things, just not all hidden things. There is a simple truth that in a reality far beyond anything anyone of you know about, there is a teenaged girl, who when she was about thirteen or so; went into a store in her world, and bought a very common item, in her time; sort of what we may think of as an ultra sophisticated video-game, such as in the movie depicting the technological possibility of these super computers, and their interaction with biological human intelligence systems, or ''jacking into them with our own brain'', to use the expression that they use in this movie. You do need to get these two movies, or Morianity will not make any sense to you, in the long run. They are, LAWNMOWER MAN, and LAWNMOWER MAN 2. The first SIX CHAPTERS of the entire bible, are the USER INSTRUCTION MANUAL, for making A UNIVERSE, only it is not real, so we in this life get this endless weird truth that there is something called mass and energy, and that they are the very same thing, except one is equal to the other depending on whether we either multiply by the photon constant, or divide by it. Our conscious mind is continually dividing by it, taking the energy world and creating this wild illusion for all of us, from cradle to grave, and no one except for a few '13th Floor' geeks, have been able to see this, and totally see the Carl Sagan principle of 'upping things by one dimension' in our thoughts; so as to really begin to see what is really going on all around us. The first six chapters in the entire 66 books of our Christian Bible, is an instruction or user manual, in a code to us, that is sillier than all the Elmer Fudd WAAAABITS, and stair chases in Suffolk County, NY, all put together. Take out the old King James and Shakespeare thee's and thou's, and other words from the dinosaur world, and add some WO, YO, and BRO; and see this girl for just who she really is, YO; SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, AKA “SSJKK”, but folks; hate me, kill me if you can; but truth is truth, and I bring it to you; all right here and right now. '8 people needed', on windshields in 1995, from neighbor Jeanette, and her pop; and on and on I could go for the next fucking cunt eating thousand years. What can be said after all is said? WHAT????????????? You see or you are blind; and I cannot spit on mud, and rub it in your eye, or play any other game with you right now. I can only type and you can only hope that you are blessed and see, my words, my blog, as THAT is the watery mud. I cannot do better, I'm sorry, I've tried now for seven and a half fucking years, but this is it, maxed out and to the freaking wall. I am at 100%. I detest peeps who say they give 110. If they do, that means other times they fake the 100, and are giving 89. You cannot beat math and numbers, and speaking therefore of them; let me get back now, to the first 4 numbers in mathematics, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The music intro numbers, how big a 'WOW' would be appropriate right about now, BELIEVERS????????






Before we do get on with this, tomorrow, Mikey disappears into the magical world of Miami, Florida, and somebody is major fucking with me, not letting MIAMI come out correctly about four mother fucking turd chewing times, WEEEEEEE. Fuck you, whoever the shit you are out there, ya bum bastard creep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is wild, they still are FUCKING WITH THE WORD OF MIAMI over and over, letters keep disappearing out of it, I swear this truth on the All Mighty ERMC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Empire-Ruler). So long, Mikey, you fucking worthless pile of scum. I won't miss you at all!!!! The only thing that really FUCKING PISSES ME THE SHIT OFF ABOUT THIS ROTTEN LIFE FOLKS, Any-ha, before we do the 1-2-3-4 and deal with this another time; let me tell a few things smaller than this, and just get it out of the way, just like the good riddance Mike Patterson shit. If you were paid off by the way Brother Joe, screw you, and say hi and auuch to my dead uncle Nebyachts, and HILE FUCKING ASS HITLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Payoff your losing debts now why don't you, ya fucking worthless bum; RGG is real, and the shit is right up on these blogs, loser!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today was what you would call both a WEIRD DAY and a BOTBAR DAY as well. But not super fucking botbar, folks. Normally, I need a few days of real heavy aerial persecution to get the powerful fucking pussy-command that just came out of nowhere while I was out on a few little shopping errands this after fucking noon. WOW, I could have had a date with half a dozen fashion model types, it makes no sense. I am old and fat and short and ugly and worthless; it really makes no sense at all, and it HAS TO BE totally fucking supernatural. But I was starting to tell you that all my dam ass rotten worthless moronic fucked up nightmare life, I dreamed of just one lousy mother fucking opportunity to play the butterfly after being the caterpillar, and it NEVER EVER works out for me, it never has, and I know the fucking all mighty hates me and despises me with a passion, as there just cannot be another fucking explanation for 60 solid fucking years of not ever getting one rotten chance for me to ever go AHA-AHA-AHA, fucking other MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever it is, SCREW-U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would give a trillion fucking dollars and I would find a way to get it, if this curse would lift just long enough for one CAB Esolph Fable shit, to work out in my favor, something I have dreamed of since the age of 13, since my cunt sniffing mother read the dam thing to me in the dam fucking ass book, YO YO YO YO!!! W---O---W does this fucking piss me off.

Another thing making this a totally WEIRD-DAY, is that there were lots of extremely tall girls all around me today while doing my errands, way more than the recent norms, and also, usually a hologram of giant pussy equals a hologram of hostility and invisibility for me, everyone hating me and ignoring me, and or treating me like mother fucking dog shit at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This did not happen today, BRO, it was a total fucking SYSTEMS-REVERSAL, just as I said, do not ever think you can win in gambling using reversal of systems when you're convinced it is DUE to happen, nothing in gambling is ever do in time to make this work for you in a long running play operation, 'of that I PROMISE', SIR KIMBA DADDYROOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'd kiss the mother fucking asshole, of anyone who would show me how you get rid of that stupid fucking double black line when you need to; what a fucking cunt pain in my dam fat ass, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Christ All Mightyass! Now for the numbers shit, that I said would be further examined on this dam ass blog, WHAAAAAA, BRAHHHH!











Just as with the time honored musical intro as in 1-2-3-4 counts before the band begins to freaking ass play, believers; the instruction manual includes a lot of multiplication and addition to be done, and based on two numbers, it tells a calendar of years after the birth of the great Messiah, or eventually, the four digits of 1-9-8-4. It is not something that can be missed, if understood, nor is it a lot of cult crap like Family Stations, and Harold Cramping, and all his endless stupid ass doomsday predictions, and his jerked off stupid followers; that he leads around by the mucous trails. These numbers have truth, and I don't want a fucking penny from any of you; so there is my real deal proof that I am in this for the eternity, not the fucked up filthy lucre moolah, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I type on, this is my fourth BOTBAR for MAY-2013, bringing me to a filthy rotten fucking 29%-MPB (Magnetic Percentage Botbar). “Me no fucking like this shit, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAA, OK, DO IT, MMCN! OH YES MY WONDERFUL GINA, WHY WOULD NO ONE LISTEN OR BELIEVE, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I MOTHER FUCKING RAT ASS COCK SUCKING TOLD ALL OF YOU, THE DOW JONES WILL KEEP FLYING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AND TODAY WAS WAY WAY WAY UP, ANOTHER FUCKING 123 POINTS, LOVERS!!!! Where's my fucking ass Clariton, Mister big hat with your dam ass whore stealing wife?????????????? Dream this city, you pigs! Numbers are magical, more than raw scientific tools. When that little sentence comes to their awareness, in the laboratories of the world, humankind will advance about a thousand years, OVER NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, 3 is the most magical number in the multiverse, based on the largest three sub-atomic particles, the proton, the neutron, and the electron. She came to me in 1984, in a dream, and told me that HER NUMBER, THE NUMBER OF THE ELECTRON, IS 3 TO THE POWER OF 3, and she said this to me at a roulette table in Atlantic City, while I was in this powerful ass fucking dream, YO; and spoke to me and said it out loud in that lovely voice she had at the age of two years, here today in her current lifetime, and the great WASH-DOC has the dam ass fucking cassette tape of this to this very second, in the COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE, YO YO YO YO! Then after she said this to me, I knew instantly that 3 to the power of 3 is 27, and as I thought this in my mind, her lovely bright purple colored lightning, came through the ceiling of the gaming room at the Golden Nugget Casino Hotel, on Brighton Avenue; and struck right precisely through the number 27 circle, at my roulette table. This was A DREAM, now remember, or said more accurately; this happened in a parallel reality to this universe here, where I now type this message out, to the ones who wish to read it; and only to them. The number 3 is way beyond the base root electrical or electron number, and anyone of religious faith in many large world religions not merely in Christianity, knows this 3 number well. I know their God as 'MDE', and they insist on seeing a male version, and that is all fine. The instruction manual says how we are made, and proves in the words, that it is not male or female, it is beyond our reality. This cannot have a real gender because our reality is limited to us and this and here and so forth, and I am going to fucking run out of dam words. When I see a male or a real true man have a baby, then you can change my mind. Creative force by our standards, must be female, BUT AGAIN, every real powerful truth, always seems to get reversed on our lovely little planet in this waking world, right folks? Does the sun go around the world, it looks like it? Is the world flat, it looks like it? On and on I can go, and you all know that!!!! Still, the trinidad (trinity) as well as the electron number, and any electrician knows that electricity has a mysterious tri-force all its own, and that volts times amps is watts, and that 10 or more other things in this three or tri-pattern, also formulate out, into this exact precision. Now let us examine number four, forgetting about the four horsemen of Harold Camping's doomsday, and sticking with the square. Energy and mass are in a wild magical pattern, that involves a square. A little '2' sign that is raised showing an exponential power of a base number, is what I refer to, as many know. But it goes quite further than that. That same magic is why this world is the exact diameter that it is, and gives us about a 400 INSTANT PER MINUTE (IPM) awareness and consciousness. There is a direct ratio to the size of a planet and to the current speed of light, as it alters as billions of years flow along, but that is not important; as we were not on this planet, nor will be be, in minus or plus billions of years, just here and now and very short times behind and ahead of right now. Still, the ratio to planet size, and C, or light velocity, is equal to the exact speed of human consciousness. The sphere that magnetic forces cause large massive objects to develop into, is three dimensional. But when conscious and awake on one of them, you perceive four and not three directions that oppose each other, north to south and east to west; endlessly and forever, no matter where you may wish to stand and observe the phenomenon. To exist in any form that is outside the void, you need a contrast, not one thing, but two things. The same thing can be said of mechanical mind and biological mind, as machine mind indeed runs in a binary and thus hexadecimal code. Simple and ridiculous as what I will say next may appear to any of you, it still is a truth, Things get assigned a number in cosmos, and the first two were used up in order to get to the point where universes are existing in a fifth dimensional hyperspace, so what is next after 1 and 2, other than for the next two higher integers of 3 and 4? So taking these numbers and being fruitful with them, adding, multiplying, not the inverse instruction which would be subtracting or dividing, and what happens in the magic 3 stages? Well, the first stage is the start of this Ultimate Jacob's Ladder if you will, so the next two stages of adding and multiplying numbers of 3 and 4, would be 7 and 12, and then at the final third stage, 19 and 84. This 1984 is beyond magical, and I live all alone in a world where only I seem to know just totally fucking why. Oh Jimmy, where the fuck are you with your great wisdom that I put ON THE RECORD, for the entire world, back while I was living on Highland Avenue in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, in 1984? I only tell the truth folks. You can all go right on hating my fucking ass guts, but I just tell it straight out. Paul, my ex partner says I will end up in a world of shit for doing all of this. Gee, will I? I will, huh? Where am I right now, Paul Pedersen, my wonderful pal???????????????? Ga-head, tell me! WEEEEE.





















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I TOOK ANOTHER HUGE FUCKING ATTACK AND ASSAULT, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, MIAMI AND JACKSONVILLE FIELD FUCKING OFFICE, AND FLORIDA STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE. IT ALL STARTED AT SHY OF EIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING EVENING. HUGE HORRIBLE ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKING JET CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER THIS AREA POPPED UP OUT OF NOWHERE, THEN A HUGE COMPUTER ATTACK LATTISAW JACK HACK, ALSO STRUCK, WHILE TRYING TO WORK THE MACHINE. MICROSUCKS IN LEAGUE WITH WOMO, MADE THE SYSTEM TURN ON, AT 8 ON THE NOSE, WITH THEIR UPDATES CRAP. THEN I LOOKED OUT OF MY WINDOW, WHILE GETTING UP AND COMING OVER HERE TO THE COMPUTER; AND EVEN THOUGH THE SUN HAD SET, BRIGHT HUGE LIT UP DAYTIME AREAS WERE ALL OVER THE BUILDING ABOVE ME, AS UP THERE, IT IS NOT SUNSET TIME YET. IF I HAD A VIDEO FUCKING SYSTEM AND KNEW HOW TO MOTHER FUCKING OPERATE IT LIKE OTHER FOLKS DO, I WOULD HAVE HAD A VIRAL MOTHER FUCKING VIDEO, OR REALLY, NO I WOULD NOT, AS YOUTUBE, IN LEAGUE WITH GOOGLE-MICROSUCKS, HAS A BLOCKADE ON MY STUFF. ANYONE CAN SEE IT. THERE IS A HUGE QUESTION MARK AFTER THE VIEW COUNT ON MY NIGHTMARE FUCKING SONG? THE ACTUAL COUNT SHOULD READ SEVENTEEN (17) VIEWS, WITH NO QUESTION MARK. ALL OTHER VIEWS ARE ME WATCHING MY OWN STUFF, AND MY TRYING TO LINK UP OR SHARE THE VIDEO WITH BLOG SITES, & THEY SHOULD HAVE A WAY TO FILTER THE MOTHER FUCKING COUNTER WHEN IT IS THE COMPUTER THAT UPLOADED THE VIDEO, THAT HAS CLICKED TO VIEW IT, NOT COUNTING IT. THEN THEY ADD A LOT OF SYMBOLS LIKE PLUSSES AND QUESTION MARKS, & THIS ENTIRE THING IS A VIOLATION OF MY MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING CIVIL RIGHTS, AND IS JUST FOR THE RICH PEOPLE, AS ARE ALL THINGS, FROM FUCKING CHEATED ASS WALL STREET, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MAIN STREET! I AM SO DISAPPOINTED BY MY PRESDIDENT, FORGETTING WHERE HE STARTED, AND THE EXPERIMENTS, AND THINGS IF I GO ON ABOUT, I WOULD HAVE THE FUCKING SECRET ASS SERVICE AT THE DOOR IN AN HOUR. I AM SO SO HURT, SIR. I EXPECT THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR FROM MY ROTTEN DAUGHTER, BUT DID NOT FROM YOU, KIND SIR. BLESS YOU ANYWAY, SIR! BRUCE PENNOCK SAID IT ALL, BACK EARLY IN THE SEVENTIES. NONE OF US ARE PERFECT, MERE MORTALS AND HUMANS.







Then comes the big problem. When I crashed last fucking night, I was with the Almighty in many forms, and at the end, after lots of enjoyable pleasurable interactions, she tells me she is not going to keep leaving her great city, and that she is going to stay there a lot more. Whatever the shit that is supposed to mean, right my believers-Morians. Oh well, 'ours is not to reason why, Sir Aristede Shadows of 1897, but to do and die', right, co fellow musician/writer of tunes, and Ode to the lovely Laura Parker, of the non studio Parkers of Pedersenville. You can shove those big stupid ass hats, PP, WHERE THE DAM ASS SUN DON'T SHINE, YO!!















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Posting, or trying to, at 9:11 PM, on this night of SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES THREE, AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOTAMMIC ASSAULT SIEGE; and lots of pussy fucking action, will be coming my way, when I am out on some local cunt chewing errands, the next couple of days, and if I am messed with; I am holding the AG, and the Florida State Police, and CJS responsible; for disbelieving me, and not caring enough to help look after a person, being cock sucking viciously fucking ass persecuted, for 3 solid cunt eating asshole decades now, or more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







MY ''MPB'' IS NOT ACCEPTABLE, AND ALL OF THOSE RESPONSIBLE, WILL PAY IN THEIR FUCKING BLOOD, I PROMISE YOU TAHREN GANDI, AND OTHER BOXERS, AND REALTORS, AND WELL; WHATEVER, 'OLD SHIPYARD PAL' OF FUCKING CUNT EATING 1975, WITH ALL THE DAM ASS RED MOTHER FUCKING LEAVES ON THE FUCKING GROUND.











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YOU WILL BE SO FUCKING SORRY, WORDS AIN'T THERE TO FUCKING TELL IT, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





OK believers, 1,2,3, possibly 4 of you, here is what is going on, and you will definitely get a mind blow after you hear what I now tell you. I swear it is the truth, and I also swear that it is over simplified by a factor of about nine billion or so, otherwise, I would be posting this up around the year of 2177 or so, and would defeat the purpose, as lovely 'niece' DMK would say to me constantly, back in 2008 and 2009. By the way, I never started that crap with her, not about the school in Egg Harbor City, or me being her dam uncle. They all knew about me, and all of this. I was the one who knew jack about it all, back when I started to blog in 2006, and 2007. If anyone needs proof; you have a lot of reading material to emmereffing cover.



First off on this day's blog, for the past month now since the middle of April, my Channel 12 TV News APP is hacked up, and this is where you see the photos on my blogs at the Jupiter Inlet, some miles to my south, unless I pretend it is 1975 again and nobody had a million bugs all over the place. Then I could get there in a few minutes, and not be discovered moving any diner rotisseries or other such things as speaking to birds and animals, and being in a wild eternal relationship with lovely ISIS, and a hell of a lot more.



They totally have hacked into my system, as they all know what computers we use. There is no way I can track the movement of the third part of MIDISISCYLLA. It is all frozen and hacked, and shows lightning positions that are no where even close to where she is in reality and real time. Most of it shows the same old frozen spots. This is a violation of course of my civil rights, but who can stop it, I am being given the privilege of using these APP programs, and if I don't like it, what am I going to do about it? Also, you want to know why the DOW will be going up one to two hundred points every single week this year, and endlessly from now on, as it really is not complex at all? It is because unlike in times past, every possible person in authority that could potentially help me, is all in the pockets totally and 100% completely, of the powerful city of Washington, DOC-13. Now why did New York City, and Washington, become the two targets of 911? You may think this is so easy, without knowing a tenth of the basic truth behind what all of this terrorism is really all about, and how it all connects two times, once in 1967 AD, and the other time around 3000 years before that one. Don't expect me to start even going here on this blog, as I am not in any mother trucking, hunt trapping, bunt tapping, rock chucking mood; folks, sorry! Every single person on this planet is being stopped from helping me in my fight against Apollo-Lucifer, even the church themselves. The reasons cannot be explained. They go beyond 1000 times wilder than all the stuff you ever saw on any of the most far out television shows and movies and documentaries, any and all of it; and that's a dam promise, believers. Dan Brown knew a little bit about this, and was able to tell a little as well, but if he had ever tried to tell the real stuff, people would be saying to me after I mention his name, Dan Who? None of you have the smallest dam clue about anything, and it makes me want to cry like a dam ass baby for hours. I told you my rotten kid would beat me up when I fell asleep, and she outdid my wildest worries and nightmare fantasies, folks. She along with close cuzz Leticia T. and distant cuzz Dawn-Marie K. all three let me have the most brutal attack I ever experienced, right near the Walter Bar across from the Bellevue Avenue Hammonton, New Jersey WAWA Convenience Store. I found myself asleep and instantly awake in bright daylight, on the street right near the bar there. I began to walk towards where they used to have me kidnapped at Caruso's home at 831 13th Street, and before I got thirty yards, Dawn grabbed my left shoulder very hard, swung me around, and kicked me in the stomach so hard the wind went out of me and I dropped to my knees. Instantly, Leticia clocked me with one of her locally famous left hooks, in that part of Jersey; she is as strong as my kid, and all of my front teeth were gone, boom, over. Blood was pouring out of my mouth and I still was not able to breathe. Then while this was fresh and up to the minute, my wonderful Doogie Howser Lab-Technician daughter of 1984, grabbed me, picked me up, and threw me over her head and out into the street and right in front of a fairly fast moving sports car that was not yet slowing down for the Route 54 stop sign ahead, and I plowed right inside through this driver's windshield. He then stopped and took me and threw me back onto the street and started kicking my ribs apart as I dropped down, and cursed at me with language way beyond what I ever heard in my entire life. Then my daughter threw a bucket of liquid light all over me, and it blinded me, and began swirling into hundreds of different shades of brilliant colors, and suddenly; I was wet and then totally dry, and totally healed up. I jumped up and thanked her, and she said to me, “The fun is only starting, real bad boy”, and then she pushed me so hard I fell down backwards and again, the three of them began pounding and pounding me. This went on for what seemed like an hour, getting totally destroyed and then rejuvenated with this magic light-liquid stuff, and then beat up to hell all over again. Finally, they all laughed and walked away from me as if nothing had happened. All three of them were wearing wild logos on their dresses as well, you could not miss them, and in this wild interaction, I could see real great without the aid or need of any eyeglasses. The color was bright orange, and dead center in the middle was an oval shape in jet black about an inch thick around, with a diameter in the oval large part being about eight to ten inches, stretching across and not going head to toe. Inside this oval, in bright green bold lettering, it said, YBCO SONG 301+. I have no idea what this is all about, and have been scared to make a move all day until recently when I decided to tell this on this blog. I woke up from this incredible experience around half past eleven, in fact on the nose I believe. The really strange part was that when I awoke, my vision was perfect for about one or two minutes, and then it suddenly was back to the normal piss poor vision that I actually have, but the clock to my right when I awoke, was bright and clear; an analogue face displaying the large hand at the 6, and the small hour hand dead in-between the eleven and the twelve. It was 11:30 AM. Some force, on top of this, will not allow me to monitor weather or other activities around the world with the normal computer tools that I should have available with this machine. Some powerful world owner and power, will not allow me to try and end this world, the way I need to, to stop this eternal hell for me in the only way I know how to. So Ron Wirtz Senior, if you're still alive, Camden County New Jersey EX Prosecutor, kind-sir, I will be taking my “AEB” very soon, to a deserted area spot placing it on a rock surface, and slamming it as hard as I can with a Walmart hammer. If I am lucky, this will all be over for ever and ever, as it should have been that day at the Eden fence, when I interfered, and begged ISIS not to end everything right then and there; and she told me, and I quote, “Because you loved Diana, I will spare the world for a while”. Well, you are Diana, and there is no such thing as time or tents, so my error caused all this, and I will fix it in the only way that I know how. None of you will even feel a thing once this is done, boom, over forever, and done! I HAVE HAD ALL I CAN STAND, POPE-YES, ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh, and Keisha Crunch-99! This is where it is going to stop, my BROTHER!







I may not be the swiftest greatest sock in the drawer, Lenny Briscoe sir, colored mine, impressed, or whatever Robert Andrews Sir and old 1975 pal; but I will say this dam much, believers. I should have known not to make that ten grand bet about my 1986 song, back in twenty-ten. I feel this is the last straw that brought TAWF to the point of killing me at all costs, so I will beat them and everyone else to the great and mighty punch, oh lovely Keisha Disney Loca! WOW, I still have a huge place where you can see where this young teen girl totally broke and destroyed my right arm in the days of my great pal, PRINCE KEM. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.













It is just under 92 freaking degrees here this afternoon in Fort Pierce, Florida, and is mostly sunny with a few floater clouds. My entire body is hurting from my experience in a parallel universe the other day, especially my right side. There are complex reasons for bleed-through in the hyperspace around us all, and would require ten Moby Dick sized books to start to properly address this issue, so for today, let us gloss over all of that, shall we, believers?









Most of you have been told how the great science experts are either keeping under raps, or simply just do not know, the real truths of why we all sleep and dream despite some having no conscious mind recall or very little, and also, how things intentionally taken from 'dream-stuff' and messed with electronically, causes major havoc and disturbances throughout the entire globe, and in all honesty, well beyond that and far out into the expansion around it, just as if an invisible balloon was the Earth, and suddenly an invisible larger balloon was taken from the first size it was, and from that point, was painted jet black, and blown up further and larger around the original one. You can think of 'outer space' in this exact way, at least on some elementary and initial level, for right now.



Do you want to know what I am doing folks, all of you, when I discuss playing my 'SYSTEMS-ROULETTE'? Well in case you are saying, yeah dude, do tell, let me do so, BRAH.





As you know, before I tell this, playing Roulette at the Atlantic City casinos began for me when a dude by the name of George Belton, first introduced me to this game, back in early December of 1982, in this present lifetime of mine, as the me that I am experiencing my life through, in this exact part of the fifth dimensional hyperspace waking dream-down off of the Astral-Plane; and I have little memory in my full complete beingness, about this game before this life-time, other than personally knowing a Trappis Monk, by the name of Herman Roule, 300 or so years ago; and the inventor of this game; a dude who was so frustrated that he could not defeat his own game or really, the negative advantage built into it for the players against the bank or HOUSE, so much so; that he committed suicide one day, and this is the total truth, good people. This is not Parallel-Event, it is a system. Using and applying Parallel-Event to this game, in the very way that I did in 1986, to make a profit in my spare time, in that year, of $9,200.00; is not what is being done when I say I am using my SYSTEMS-ROULETTE, as this is just not a system, al systems will eventually crash and burn, even if it takes tens or hundreds of millions of spins, because the law of mathematical statistics and probability forces those large number amounts, to equalize at a 50-50 event no matter what, and thus, short term luck by either players or the casinos, is averaged out to flat even, and thus, these games need to have a built-in endless edge, gamblers refer to as the VIG of the game, in the case of Roulette, it is the two green numbers, 0 and 00. No matter what else is real, the great Einstein was once quoted as saying that the only way the game of roulette can be beaten forever and consistently, is for the player to cheat and steal gaming chips from the croupier (dealer) when he is not looking, something not advisable in the new age of the past years since Vegas opened up gaming in town, as the house knows every pimple zit on your face and even the invisible ones that are still forming. No system will work forever, the trick is to have a great system, and that means one that lasts for the longest possible amount of spins before turning around and going the other way, in complicated ways that cannot be easily understood, other than to say, you can never know when to reverse a system and say, gee, it is time now to go in reverse from what I have been winning with as I am now due to lose. Nothing is gambling is ever due. It is due if you look at the reality that will not ever benefit any gambler. If RED comes in 10 or 20 times in a row, it cannot be Red forever, and a BLACK number will indeed pop in, and is due to be a real event, and you can predict that it will indeed be a BLACK number, eventually, but you may be in some freaky pattern where you just might get 25 RED outcomes in a row. If you try doubling your losing bets, you will be out of the game and broke or over the house-limits, long before any kind of DUE-SYSTEM can profit a player in any long run kind of situation. That's just reality, son; as Dennis Snyder used to say all the time to me, when he would come over from next door to visit me, at the Cifaloglio place, while we were both doing weekend security duty along the great Route 54 just south of the Black Horse Pike over-pass. I have no problem with gambling houses making money, they need to 'pay people', to quote the great and late DM King, they need to keep the lights on and the many other things, and still eek out a profit for the share and stock holders in the corporation, that is all fine and good. Sometimes, they will play dirty despite the fact that you better never be caught doing same, and when I say dirty, I mean dirty, and they have done some extremely wicked things to me, and this will not be so much as touched on on this blog today. But my point without more geer-grinding and going way off on any tangents, is that Parallel-Event is NOT A SYSTEM, all systems will fail, just as mice and men and all other stuff, along with even greatest of plans. Now the system you have and use, is rated from lousy to great, in a direct ratio to how long it can go without a complete breakdown and reversal, where you lose it all back, and are not averaging a consistent weekly and monthly profit by doing the very exact same thing at various roulette tables. Great systems may last for millions of spins, the majority will give a lucky player only a small group of thousands, be it 5, 10, 25, maybe more, 50 100, 150, hell maybe 250 or even 4 or 5 hundred thousand. The trick is to know how long your system can hold up, use it, and like a day trader, get in, get out, and never use that system again. The system that I have been using since late somewhere in twenty-twelve, is a follows, and cannot be sold for prophet, as I own this system, as these blogs are copyright ME, officially and soon I'll be sending my fees to the appropriate places along with the forms, to make it totally legal. Still, © law allows me to claim my intellectual property. Now a viewer may indeed use this and tell a friend or two or three, but not profit in any other way other than to physically use the system in Roulette games at legal gaming establishments the world over. All that is going on here, is a player picks one of the three outside betting parameters, be it BLACK/RED, ODD/EVEN/, LOW/HIGH, and uses a base bet one stage up betting strategy, applied to the following selection strategy. Whatever the first event is, the bets are placed to follow and then to go opposite, not in advance, but in whatever the last event was. When selecting bets, it is best to use one parameter only, you win or lose the same overall amount in th long run, and it is a lot simpler to do with far less of a chance to screw it up with more crap to worry about. So you pick a table, and one outside betting selection, we will use the RED/BLACK here in my illustration. You should circle the winning bets as well, as this pertains to a back up little warning system within the main system that I will shortly explain to you. Now going from circled winning bets, begin to count from circle to circle, how many bets it took to win, be it (one) if a win follows a win, or (two) if it is two away from the previous win, and 3, and 4, and 5, and so forth. By betting with a strategy of an endless 1-2, and only betting the two units after a loss and always reverting right back to the base single unit bet, all bets that are winning bets and are circled, that are one or two apart, are actual winning bets that will generate a plus one unit profit. 3 and 4 winning circles will produce a minus 2 units, 5 and 6 winning circles will produce a minus 5 units, and all circle won bets in increments of two higher, 7-8, 9-10, and so forth, produce a minus of another 3-units, minus 2, minus 5, minus 8, and so forth. Ignore the times you lose on a 0 and 00 house VIG, just take the loss. Then as a check if you feel the need to not trust your judgment on games wheels that are not going your way and you need to exit from, here is a simple way to see a bad game happening mathematically, beyond just watching your gaming chips dwindling down. Keep track of total win-circle-number amounts, such as for an example, 2-2-3-1-2-1-1-1-4-3-2-3-1-2-3-2-2-3-4-1-2-1-1, as well as the total of numbers there. The total numbers are placed as a fractional denominator, and the added values, as a fractional numerator. Simply put, there are a total of 23 numbers there. As the top part of the fraction or the numerator begins growing closer and closer towards double the amount of the denominator, it is time to leave the game, ahead or behind, and go to another wheel, and another, and another. But as long as a healthy gap stays between these two numbers not doubling, you can play that wheel to your hearts desire. You need not worry about gut feelings or how many chips you are up or down, as the longer run pattern of the wheel to your system, is revealed in your fraction. In the illustration here, our bottom number or fractional denominator, as stated, is a 23, so as the top number approaches 46 or perhaps goes into a doubling and higher from the start of the game, then kiss that game and wheel bye-bye. Here, the total of these 23 number is a 47. Whether you are up or down 3 or 5 or 8 units, get out of this game, the numerator is staying too much higher than where it needs to be in ratio to the denominator number, and all odds are it will continue to pattern out this way long enough to make you lose lots and lots and lots of your gaming chips, and that chews and bites, with or without the lovely Roseann Delaney. Now let us do another much better game, even though the very start did not start out so wonderfully. In this example, we have 4-7-2-3-2-2-1-2-5-3-1-2-1-2-2-2-1-1-1-2-2-3-1-1-2-3-1-1-2-2-2-2-1-1-1-1-1-1-2-1-2-2-1-1-2-4-1-4-1-1-1-2. This is a total for a denominator of 52, and towards the end of this run of win-circle-events, we do not want our top numerator number to be at 104 or higher, and hopefully, lower and less than double the denominator. Let us add up and see what's what. After only 6 spins, it looks bad, but never quit in just 6 spins, take it a little beyond that, as it might turn around, and if not, get the hell out, and say hello to the Jersey Governor should you see him along the beach and the weather is good in Atlantic City. OK, at six spins our rotten fraction is 20 over 4 and way over the OUT-SIGNAL of 8 over 4, but as stated, don't die at the very start, let it play out a wee bit longer, and it it does not drop, then get the hell off that game beach, and say hi to Governor Christie as fast as crap smells. Now joking aside, abnd deadly hurricanes as well, let us move on and see how this actual game that I recently played, began correcting for itself. After all 52 of these numbers, the total of them that we want under double or less than 104, is 99. This is a safe zone, 104 over 99, think of it as your systems ROULETTE PRESSURE, as in blood pressure having the systolic and diastolic measurement readings. Perfect pressure here is anything lower and the lower the better, of the top number in relation to the bottom number, be it 30 over 15 or 400 over 200, you want that top number no more and hopefully LESS THAN twice the bottom number. Now for an illustration in the selection of following and then reversing, and following and then reversing, endlessly. The outcomes on this randomly made up set of BLACK and RED outcomes are as follows: (B)=BLACK, and (R)=RED................................

RBBBBBBBRRRBBRBRRBBRRRBRRBBRBBRBRRBBBBBB

This series of events began with a RED, we want to follow with a Red, so we lost on a BLACK. Then we want to go opposite on the BLACK to a RED, and again we lost. Now we want to follow the BLACK, and we won, and so forth, and this would create a number 3 on the circled win, the the fourth outcome on the line and third BLACK on the string, above. Remember, you always keep endlessly switching FOLLOW, REVERSE, FOLLOW, REVERSE, until the end of the game and you cash out. I am happy playing 10 relatively quick games normally every other day is what it takes to average these ten games. When my life is all filled with BOTBARS, the LUCK FACTOR does kick in, luck drops when life sucks, and the other way around as well, this is just another 'Dennis Snyder reality, SON'. This system, no matter how lucky you are and how good your life is, will fail totally and completely, on average, depending on your personal luck factor, whoever you are reading this, at between 4 and 30 kilo-spins, averaging 17,000 spins, a better system than many I have been playing and messing around with for the past 5-15 years. A very unlucky person could lose a mountain of doe in 2 or 3 thousand and that's that, and then the extra lucky folks that make the world of averages, just what they are, AVERAGES, may get 50 or even 75 KILOSPINS out of this system, and using one-hundred dollar black gaming chips, and averaging about 30 units profit over losses including the house-vig, per kilospin, (1,000-spins), this means if you get 15 kilo-spins out of the system, at the $100.00 gaming level, playing 100/200 betting level, you can hope to get a total profit out of this system of around 30 times 15 times 100 USD, or 450 black unit gaming chips, or $45,000.00. If you played this system on the 25/50 green gaming chip level, it would bring it down by four times, to about just over eleven grand before the system goes south. But you can begin this on a low level of 10/20, upping it to 25/50, then 100/200, and all by the time you only exhaust say about half or less of your average spins the system will produce for you before turning. So in that remaining half or more, why not jump up a while to 200/400, and then once more to 500/1000? At the 500/1000 level, this would be 5 times the amount shown above, especially for a high roller who used that playing level from the very beginning, so 45 grand becomes a total of around 225, 000 bucks that this system will average for most players, give or take say 30% on personal life and luck factors, that all great professional gamblers know very well, is real, and connected up all together. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!



























January 21, 2013, just before 8:00 this Monday evening, YO.



Now we will do what I said would be done a few blogs ago, tell some 'Q&A' information from GAWKY GAUKAUK'S great numerology system, that is beyond the fathoming mind.



But first, I went to the Port Saint Lucie, Florida recording studio, called, Avalon, today' and things happened that cannot be told, but I will tell you that STM is, ''alive, and well, and living here'', to quote the great man of religious faith, ''on Planet Earth''! On the drive home, I stopped at two places to purchase items that only cost a couple of dollars, and now am down to my last two dollars, that must last me for the next twelve days, all though in eleven days, my meager sixteen dollar EBT food benefit will be in.



I never told the Walgreen Story, but parts of it from the past, are all on numerous and previous blogs. It seemed to begin shortly into the Christmas Season of 2011, just over a year ago. I told about the strange little girl with the karaoke machine in the store, and singing, what is this, a fucking bar or a drug store?????????????????????????????? Well, in any case, that was my first clue that trouble was ahead, and that I was in no cunt lapping way, imagining anything, right Mister David Leigh Zenkiss Smith, of 1970-Haddonfield-Einstein-Blackboards, New Jersey?????????????? WOW!!!





So it began with this weird miniature karaoke being used by this little brat, in the pharmacy up there at the corner of Twenty-fifth and Orange Avenues, right after I was taking my ex-computer guru, Meagan, back to her house up on Twenty-Third Street, and we passed a young dude in a small park type of area, with my exact keyboard amplifier, and then a very short while later, at the pharmacy, this smaller version of the very same make of my unit, and the unit I saw being used on the street by that dude, from my car that day; along with the illogical usage of this device inside of a pharmacy, by that bratty girl, who was singing, and seemed to begin after I arrived; as the machine was there when I walked into the store, yet it was not used until I walked on past it a ways, and towards the area of the pharmaceutical prescriptions counter. She was staring at me as I exited the store as well, and I just ignored her. Men my age cannot look at children, especially females; or else we can be considered to all be perverts; in this new age and new world total disorder. Talk about pendulums swinging too far, and forgetting to accept gravitational pull-back reality, or 1983 songs that I wrote from my rented home in Atco, New Jersey, am I correct, old pal, Mister Magic sixth dimensional Mailman, Adam? Then after this music crap, I began being short changed by exactly one of my medicines every single time; month after month; receiving only 59, and not 60 of my very necessary medication pills, called 'generic ativan' or 'lorazapem' tablets. Then back last autumn of 2012, I finally spoke up about this; maybe it was in the late summer. I had already been robbed at the mother fucking Hutchinson Island beach, and lost everything, from my carry bag, my eye-glasses and case, my clothes and underwear, you name it' right out beyond Mike Patterson's Beach-House rear yard, on the beach, and just as in Hyperspace twin locales, where only months earlier, I was up in North New Jersey, and had all of my stuff stolen there, by Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, and all their friends, and again; this was what you mortals call, a ''DREAM'', and is all part of the larger fifth dimension of reality; and all connects up together, RPLDD all notwithstanding. Now after I used their own little device that counts and sorts or whatever, as I called up ahead of time and asked if I am able to check the amount as I am always one pill short, the manager said, that is fine; and the pharmacist was told that I would be doing it, and I did do it, when I came in that time; and sure enough, because they knew I was going to count the pills, there were the total of 60. But right after that, it went right back to 59, 59, and 59, shorting me by one pill every month. So I complained again, and that is when that identity thing happened, where out of the blue late last year sometime, I was told that someone was using my identity, and they did not want to get the police involved, raising a huge red flag for me, and this too is all blogged, and is back in MORIANITY-1, and on my SAFE JOURNALS. This was their way, in my definite opinion IMDO, and not IMHO, 'netters'; for me to be intimidated; as I was even told that until the situation could be straightened out, that I may not be able to fill my prescriptions; and day followed day; until I told them, that I would bring in the police; if they did not get to the bottom of it; as when it's time for me to refill my necessary meds, this is a serious matter, and they indeed need to be refilled, and I cannot be concerning myself with all of this fucking hassle. After-all, none of this was something that I had done, and was in no way any of my 'own Oprah' fault!!!!!!!!! So I laid low-land, and allowed one more refill to be filled, and yes, with only a count of 59-pills, and then I went early this year, to the other branch here in fucking Fort Pierce, of the Walgreen Pharmacy; the same distance away, only not on Orange Avenue up in the hood, but along route 1, right opposite of my Cheryl Crow TD Bank. DID I SAY, WOW? Where is my beautiful 'WOW' truck, TD, I really miss it; so please bring it back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It makes me feel closer to the All Mighty SSJKK, when I am in my darkest days and hours, of this cursed, hellish, nightmare existence, that other folks might mistakenly call, 'my life'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So now, I deal with the same pharmacy, ''WALGREENS''; but at a branch, where, unlike up in the ghetto-hood across from the HARVEST where I used to work through the AARP Program out of E Street, in Washington, DC-13-600; AHA-AHA-AHA Mister McNulty, YO; now it is across the highway or Route-1, from my TD Bank, and that was the day that I told you that I was not going to be more specific at that time about my errand, but that I went someplace, and hundreds of beautiful crows came all around me and followed me, and then when I went to the store a few hundred yards down Route One from there, after that, to my south; the Winn Dixie, for a few grocery items; the MUZAK system activated within seconds of my arrival into the store, and the recording artist, Cheryl Crow came on and sang that stupid mid nineties hit of hers, about 'wanting to just have her stupid ass fun'. What garbage, all the way from Fort Pierce Route One, to Hollywood Boulevard, sweetie; and Michelle Daniels told me, that I AM entitled to my opinion, back in 1980, so I am assuming, new weird odor or no new world disorder, that I still am, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA Mike McN!!!!! So now both the meds for keeping my blood pressure lower, as well as what I have been forced to take 4mg of every day, ever since July somewhere, back in 1983, when the great Doctor Frank Addiego, prescribed this for me, to stop the horrible never ending Angelique Dark Shadows Roseann Delaney chocking condition that came on me out of the fucking blue one night at exactly 10:30 PM, on the night of June 4, 1983, at the Atco house, rented from a Mister Gerald Pliner, owner of the L&S Nursing home on Jackson Road in Berlin, right lovely luscious Jay-low Diner Door Swinger, WOW, don't ever swing on me. You'd crush my fragile little body into a million pieces of glass, you lovely goddess. Now this is the story of how I bided my time, and strategically, and Paula-carefully-WAYV-FM, got not only far away from her Atlantic City people of horror and terror, but away from that intimidating Walgreen Branch, that I feel, if the agents and FEDS reading these blogs would adequately do their jobs; would start investigating them, as if they did this to me, they may be shorting other meds customers, and if they short 50 people and get away with half of it, that is 25 times 12 months, times the street value of pills like mine that are probably around fifty bucks each. You do the math, every year, some employee there splits with the manager, if my theory is correct, somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 times 12 times 50 dollars; and that's a nice hefty little pile of fucking chump change, YO!!! Peeps that are no good thieves and robbers, have hurt me and taken from me, and robbed me, all of my god dam mother fucking ass life, and I am getting sick and tired of it. Why should I have to fucking feel sick one day a month, so these two would-be, should-be, rat scum jail bird bastards, can split roughly fifteen grand???????????????????????? Do the mother fucking math, AGENTS READING THIS BLOG, and I will gladly sign an affidavit that they were shorting me up there, and then intimidated me after I tried to get them to stop it. Just call me or visit me, FBI. I LOVE PUTTING EVIL ROTTEN THIEVES IN PRISON, and have DONE SO, in the past, ask the fucking ass CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR if I am telling it straight or not, with Marc Marini and John Crowley. I hate fucking evil criminals, and I hate thieves worse than I hate those who assault and even murder, because I've been the victim all of my life of so much thievery and out and out stealing, from direct tangible property, to intellectual property, bringing me to a really heartbreaking topic that will close out this blog for the day, folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUR ''ODF'' HACK, you rat bastards. I caught it, and repaired it, HA-HA-HA-HA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!





Now, for the GAWNUM Q&A, that many have been awaiting, and hopefully, quite anxiously. So here we go, in or out of copyrighted early eighties, 'regular time'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





After we get this GAWNUM querying out of the way, I'll end with a little disappointing heartbreak. I grow more and more heartbroken, the way my lovely incarnated Sarah Krassle distrusts my motives, and thinks I could care less about money. This hurts me more than anything she ever could say about me, or do to me, right down to her going as far as to cause the next great OJ TRIAL. But first, the GAWNUM:











QUESTION NUMBER ONE:



WHY DID THE HUGE BACKOFF OF SIEGE AND BOTBARS, BEGIN ON JANUARY THREE, AND LAST FOUR DAYS, IN 2013; AFTER THE MONSTER ASS ATTACK OF THE SECOND DAY IN JANUARY; AS THOUGH A FEW TINY HOURS, LITERALLY SWITCHED ME INTO AN

ENTIRELY NEW DIMENSIONAL REALITY?



ANSWER NUMBER ONE, PCN-220.







QUESTION NUMBER TWO:



WHY DID DENNIS CHASE MORGAN FROM PUBLIX WHO I MET AT THE LOCAL LIBRARY ON 18 DECEMBER OF 2013, SUDDENLY TURN AGAINST ME WHEN I DID NOTHING AT ALL TO DESERVE THIS BIZARRE BEHAVIOR ON HIS PART?



ANSWER NUMBER TWO, PCN-176.







QUESTION NUMBER THREE:



WHY DID MY ACROSS THE HALL SCUM BAG HORRIBLE ROTTEN NOISY NEIGHBORS, PERSECUTE AND HARASS ME WITH MAJOR NOISE LEVELS AND BULLSHIT, FROM LATE INTO JANUARY FIFTEENTH, ALL THE WAY INTO LATE INTO JANUARY SIXTEENTH?



ANSWER NUMBER THREE, PCN-781.







QUESTION NUMBER FOUR:



WHY AM I EXPERIENCING THIS HORRENDOUS BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY, ON THIS NINTH OF JANUARY OF 2013?



ANSWER NUMBER FOUR, PCN-682.







QUESTION NUMBER FIVE:



WHY AM I GOING THROIUGH SO MUCH SUPER NASTY DEATH SIEGE HERE ON JANUARY EIGHTEENTH OF 2013, SKY SIEGE AND CHEMTRAILS AND OTHER BAD OTAMMIC ASSAULTS?



ANSWER NUMBER FIVE, PCN-220.







QUESTION NUMBER SIX:



WHY DID 'GOOGLE', TAKE AWAY MY ABILITY TO POST MY YOUTUBE PROJECTS, DIRECTLY ONTO BLOGGER DOT COM BLOGS, FORCING ME TO USE ONLY A YOUTUBE LINK NUMBER THAT NOBODY WOULD USE OR CLICK ONTO?



ANSWER NUMBER SIX, PCN-413.







OK good folks, now here are the major and main items, from my match-book lists (canon) if you will, selected by me as most important, for each of these six (PCN'S) or PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBERS, listed above, that came out on random card draws, as explained in many prior and not Richard Blogs, for querying the GAWNUM, along with full instructions such as compatibility checks, branchcodes, and other things as well, pertaining to developing skills for operating the GAWNUM WISDOM.







Only five things will be typed here, as PCN-220 was shown to be my answer on two occasions. We will therefore begin with that number, and then do the canon lists of the other four of them.







PCN-220*******************************************



BOOK OF BEACH---JED CLAMPETT---DONNA SUMMER---TEENAGED GIRLS FLIRTING WITH ME IN MY FIFTIES---LIVE FOREVER---ASTRAL PLANE---SANDRA MASON---MARIAH CAREY COMING TO ME IN DREAMS---HIP HOP MUSIC---MOUNTAINPEN---GODDESS JEHOVAH'S DREAM---







PCN-413********************************************



SONG---ZERO---APOLLO LUCIFER---HELL---GIRL---BURN---ROBERT MCGUIRE---ATLANTIC OCEAN---MEDICAL OFFICE---SWIM---SCYLLA GODDESS---I HAVE LOST BOTH MY DAUGHTERS FOREVER---







PCN-682*********************************************



TALL GIRL ATTACK ON ATLANTIC CITY BEACH---PROJECT BLUEBOOK---CANCER---QUEENS---THE MORNING LIGHT---BEAVER---MOVING---TWENTY---PANASONIC OPEN REEL MASTERING MACHINE---







PCN-781**********************************************



CREATOR---BABYLON---MICHAEL PATTERSON---JULY TWELVE NINETEEN SEVENTY---BUZZARD---BALLOON---GODS DOG---PROPHET OF NOTHING---EXTREMELY VIOLENT---







PCN-176***********************************************



P---TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN---THAT FAMILY---NO FEELINGS---FLIRTATION---SHE LIKES ME---PAULA UWICH---JIMMY LEEDS---CREEPING UP---SUSAN BOYLE---HUNTINGTON---OHIO AVENUE---DISCO MUSIC---ROBERT LEVY---ROGER CAREY---GEORGE BUSH---FORT PIERCE---ICE MACHINE---EXPLORATRON TRAVELER---









Now people, I forgot the seventh question that I had asked about a week or so ago, and received the answer to, so I'll do it as one thing here, the question, the PCN answer, and the match-book items or selections from my list (canons) that I decide to make public for view, as they are the most powerful pertinent things to my own personal life and all of its interactions.







WHO OR WHAT, WAS MOSTLY RESPONCIBLE, FOR MY MOTHER BEING STRUCK DOWN, ON DECEMBER 26, 1997; WITH A HORRIFIC ILLNESS, THAT WENT UNDIAGNOSABLE, AND LEFT HER LINGERING IN EXCRUCIATING MENTAL AND PHYSICAL AGONY, AS A RESULT; UNTIL THE DAY OF HER DEMISE, ON MARCH THE FOURTH, IN THE YEAR OF 2000?







PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER-363 WAS THE ANSWER GIVEN TO ME BY THE GREAT CAT, GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!

ITEMS MATCHING THIS NUMBER and SELECTED HERE, ARE:



SARAH KRASSLE---REAL GOOD GIRL---AUGUST FIFTEEN NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX---TABLE FIFTEEN---'STAR TREK' SHOW---BOY---SIN---JULIA ROBERTS---NATIONAL PARK---TOY---CAT---SAD---BOHEMIAN CLUB---VIQUEENS GANG---TOP---TRANSMISSION---NEW---





Now for the frikkin upset of upsets. Some rumors circulated around, that are off base, and about as true as a magicians hat, or a flying rabbit inside of it. It really pisses me off to see that people do not take a good hard look at the fact that the internet is not a totally reliable source, and really what is; for getting at the truth? After-all, I know it has my family about as fucked up and incomplete, and totally god dam sanitized as a hospital closet full of bleach and sterile cleaning solutions, all mixed in with sike wards and special education classes. There are some folks that have recently brought to my attention, a terrible and totally false rumor about me, my YBCO song from last year that originated from my old 1983 GITYA, song, and today at the Avalon Studio, another source totally confirmed for me, that many peeps in power, think that this is some attempt by me, to take some kind of action for this entire messy business, in a court of law; the very furtherest thing from my mind. I cried all the way home in my car, from the recording studio. I am not the least bit interested in anything like this, and if I ever find out who started this horrendous monstrous rumor, they will be harshly dealt with, and wish they were back on a rack during the times of the Inquisition, next to what I'll do to them. Nobody is going to turn the great SSJKK against me, and get away with it. I want nothing at all from her, only for her to be happy; and if she so chooses to keep me away from her during this lifetime that we are both in, then that is her frikkin business. I do not want anything from her, other than for her to show me that she is happy, and has overcome as best as she can, some of the past. I am proud and honored at what she did in 1997, and I only wish her the best on her new project as well. Heaven only help whoever is trying to spread this newest crap, because I will gladly go to prison for life for cutting out your mother fucking heartless heart. Only a totally heartless mother fucker could start something like this about me, after all that I've

suffered through, and her as well for that matter; so if you act totally heartlessly, then I'll make sure that you will be as heartless on the inside, as you are on the frikkin outside; so watch your fucking ass back, whoever is behind this little Pizzeria rumor, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I know why GOOGLE has interfered so dam much with this song getting looked at, as well as anyone being able to get to my account at all up there, ever since last summer time when all this shit with ''YBCO'' all began, so FUCK YOU, EVIL WORLD!







It is half past ten on this Tuesday morning. The nabe is a bit noisier than it has been over the 'MILK HOLIDAYS'. Doors, voices, music, doors; and the entire thing has been going on since just shy of fucking nine this morning, BUT, BIG ASS BUTT, and ''FUCK THIS SHIT'' or ''MY'' intro's, and etcetera, folks; it is subdued and not real loud, merely a lot of activity around the place. Let me now check for aerial harassment. As expected, the fucking cunt lapping CHEMTRAILS are also on a roll these days, the last few days they were there, but today, they are quite major around my area, and this PH Building here in Fort Pierce, Florida; and I plan to be spending the day playing MORIANITY TAPES through the PEDERSEN ROACHPHONE SYSTEM for major retaliation, and counter striking measures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The big joke will be on the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, or the (IF), when I get reconnected back onto the internet tomorrow, by 3:30 or so in the afternoon; and I post this monster, several hundred page compilation mother fucking blog, up to both my sites, the WORDPRESS, as well as BLOGGER. Someone will be real sorry then, about all of this fucking mindless stupid ass death siege on me; you cock sucking rat ass bastards of folly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday managed to hold a NON-BOTBAR, by the skin of its teeth; after something that I was led to believe would happen, again, disappointed me; as well as the incident about the rumor of my plan to sue my daughter, which is totally absurd, and 'katiedeeeeeequlous' as anything ever can be, with or without any kings, queens, techno-pop music, other impersonators, or other early eighties songs written by Mark Wayne Mohr. Today will not take as much shit, as my mood is all ready lower, to botbar me. All ready, at mother fucking 10:41 AM-EST, I am just about as low as BOTBUR. If this does not climb out of these doldrums later today, then when the day closes out, I will be breaking a nice little NON-BOTBAR streak and have to close out the twenty-second fucking day in January, as another of so many ratings of '2-2-1-1', as my old LIFE CHARTS would numerically reflect. As long as the SSD income holds, the first digit that is a job rating is not a one, and as long as the clunker car is operational, which for several days late last year when it was not, further lowering my (PM) 'Personal Magnetics' by producing a second digit car rating number of ONE; But BOTBAR days as long as the car is operational, and I have an income of at least 8 bucks monthly, adjusted from my set standards and cost of living changes from when I began these LIFE-CHART-RATING-SYSTEMS, back in the summer time of 1982; and since my monthly monies come to 979 without any of my once held part time jobs, since Jessica Grant fired me last early middle March, just around the time my studio job ended back in 1981; this is all that I have to work with, and it ain't much, and it ain't pretty. So when I am 60+% MPB as I was in December of 2012, or 2-2-1-1-, some of those days were actually as low as 2-1-1-1, during the week that my breaks were locked up and I had no drivable vehicle. I used these complex life math formulas for many years, from way back in 1982, when I created them; straight through the summer time of 1997, at the Somerdale death house, when one fucking day, I just could not take it anymore; as every single fucking day there was BOTBAR while I was at the height of my NIGHTMARE FUCKING SEARCH FOR THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, back in those days of hell and fucking total terror, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Last night or really this morning, I was having major vivid unpleasant dreaming interactions. It was similar to where I was at the Egg Harbor, New Jersey school during an outdoor roll call, and my teacher again was Misses Marola, and she called out the name Mark Martin, and my mother who was standing nearby with some friends of hers, yelled over to me, “She's calling your name, tell her that you're there”. Well, my name would have been Mark Martin, but let's not rehash now, why my father joined up at age sixteen, illegally, with the United States Merchant Marines, as it pertained totally to this incredible embarrassment. Still, last night, she was calling me Mark Wayne. As you know, I am Mark Mohr, and Wayne is indeed my middle name, and that is all that it is. I use the 'Wayne' for a middle initial, unless I use my full three names legally, when buying houses or cars, or copyrighting music. In fact, I think now as I type on, that I only use all three names fully, at the Copyright Office, as so many of my distant MOHR cousins and non-cousins, have exploded into existence out of nowhere. When I was growing up, the Mohr clan was very rare, maybe as many as a thousand, in the entire country. Now there are many thousands of MOHR'S, all over the place, and many in the entertainment industry, and many hold copyright registrations. I am lucky that I foresaw that eventuality as a youth and young adult, and always used all three names, all though, I think on their registration forms, they require the full three names, and that is as I realize now, a good thing. Also, after a name is pulled in a search, then a title of the work is searched for. Even though titles cannot be copyrighted, it is doubtful that anyone has a matching title for even just a first and a last name, but I am pretty sure, they want all three names used on the forms now that I think back. The last time that I copyrighted anything was when I sent off my 2007 project on Halloween day in 2007, the thirty-first day in October, mailed from the Mullica Township, New Jersey Post Office, on route 30, or the White Horse Pike, late in the afternoon. Now in the unpleasant dreaming interactions from earlier this morning, my mother was talking to either a police person or someone else in some authority, about some crime committed against me, and was calling me by the name of Mark Wayne. I was obviously visiting a non-localized parallel universe, and was a normal TYPE-1-EXPN, that was merely the abcessant personality, inside of the dominant personality of Mark Wayne, over in that parallel world; where Mark Wayne was my name, just as in the Egg Harbor interaction, back in late 2008, while living with the Washcloth Family in Hammonton; & I was Mark Martin. Only I was young, and still school aged then; whereas earlier today, in that interaction; I was fully grown and not school aged; and somewhere in adult life, but younger; where my mother was alive; and way before the days where she got struck down hard, with that mysterious illness, on the day after 1997 Christmas. Let me begin a new blog for the new date now, and I will tell the stories as they unfold, as I am expecting a roof collapse very soon, so BYE.











January 20, 2013, Sunday evening at 8:20-PM-EST.









Things are going on peeps, that if I ever told the details to it all, and you ever believed me, and you were a non agent audience of at least a few thousand strong, the entire world would fucking collapse overnight, but take heart, as this does not in any way reflect my motives as evil. If the world as it is right now collapsed, and reformed, I will guarantee one thing here and now folks, and that is, for about nine point nine out of ten folks alive, things would begin to drastically improve, at least for a short while, until evil power structures, would inevitably reform, and reshape, all over again. You see, it is not important enough, by the standards of the World-Owners, the (WO), for them to succeed, but even more important, is that everybody else, FAILS. I did not invent or make this up in any way, and if you wish to prove me right, just get a copy of the Superman Three Movie, with the great African-American comedian of all times, Mister Conscious Mind Blocked Presently, but when I think of it, I'll add it in later on the blog. This is intentional PAWN-PIE-ETTOS, the great LAMBRIGG CULT tool and weaponry of choice, but it is a lot more than it sounds on the surface, as a traveler-technology is what is being used, to cause a transmission as well as an omission of my thoughts, or yours, at any time that they so desire to have this happen to us. And no, not Eddie Murphy, from TRADING PLACES, the other dude they are blocking out of my consciousness right now for reasons that only THEY know and fully understand and appreciate. He calls, Superman, his pal, 'SOUP' in the movie, shortly before the lightning computer kicks in towards the end of the movie from when else but 1983, when many things were in very 'special stages of ops, and planning; by very special folks'. When you get that tip of the mind memory that you just cannot bring to surface total awareness, be it remembered dreaming interactions, or incidents such as this comedian from the Superman movie; it is because, 'THEY' are playing around with the 'reality-chunks' around us, to cause this; and it is not an actual transmitted interruption of MIND-SIGNAL from the sixth dimension into our fifth dimensional hyperspace lives and realities throughout virtually limitless infinite parallel time alterations, but by altering things just a little bit around us, this blocks that connection to us, or in some case, causes false memories, or false from what is a real part of our own memory system, in our own universe, where our own mind, and life; exists in as a waking world reality. For the few who believe this a little bit, and understand all this just a little bit; your next thoughts will obviously be, and police love to ask this question to victims all the time, well why are THEY doing this to you, as if any of us can know this, and properly respond to such a stupid ass fucking query on their asshole part. Still, ''that's just reality, son Dennis''. I must do it now, it fits way too well not to do it folks, so here goes, and again, new and old town kids of early 1978, YO, W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Normally typing on and on about what these TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS are doing, causes them to stop the travel shit, and release the normal connectiveness, and yes, it just happened, 'RICHARD PRYOR', thank you for confirming, and whether or not any of you choose to believe this is real or 'textnopopped', the All Mighty knows it's real, and that I'm not lying or faking, as I was about to type in, that normally, they release the 'fuck-up-fields', so to speak, when you do not try to consciously remember what they are blocking, but continue to expose what is happening around you, and I was about to write that I wonder why it is taking so long, when BANG, they released me from it, and so I typed in the name. This is more real and exciting than 5,000 fucking best Hollywood thrillers, and only I understand, and fully appreciate, the totality of why I make that statement and claim, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the 'W' word, in FONT two million; so picture it glowing, and glistening, and glittering; along with the great fifteen year continuum, WHAAAAAAAA, right SSJKK? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!













Now, more about the sub-particle-Trinidad (Trinity).

We will discuss only one part of this amazing whirling maze called the realm of the smaller than atoms, (subatomic), like another Hyundai, DUH from OH-M-6, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







What you need to know if you want to ever climb out of a type-zero civilization (what we presently are, in 2013), and begin the climb up to type one through three; is the knowledge that the electron is highly intelligent, and just fakes out to be random, to play her endless games of confusion, to those not yet wise enough, Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and secret museums; to climb out of the caves, and down from the frikkin chest banging trees.







First off, without understanding that single truth, I would have no mother fucking way of knowing the truths around me, such as why all my music was created, and all fully copyrighted, when I was never meant to have a professional career in the field of music, and then taking and projecting that forward, without paying anything, literally and jokingly; how this music all fits together into the picture-puzzle of my own fifth dimensional life in hyperspace, as well as beyond that, in a much truer reality; called, the 'ASTRAL-PLANE', or the spirit-world, depending on a personal preference of words, used to describe a totally twin and equal reality, or lack there of really, to some degree, WHAAAAAAAAA. Keep it light and laughable, and remember who taught who, right Robert Heitzmann Huckleberry Finn? Now the first thing that 2013 needs to understand, but won't until you change the second digit from a zero to a one or make the 'binary change; if I can add some more STC humor, hurry up and get beat up; but yes, moving on; and dealing with lots of horse shit and horse play later on down the great Academy Road somewhere, of more MIND ALTERATIONS from the 'travelers of Roddenberry rip offs'; but yes Mister DATA, it is a huge compliment, to be mimicked; and I do need to learn, and to remember that, so thank you; oh great 'DROID' of the NON-Q-GIRL-GODDESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











The world of the very small, perceives things in bigger worlds, in its own ratio and proportion to sizes, and this fact I just typed, is worth millions if not billions if not trillions of United States Dollars in cash or GOLD. It is totally priceless wisdom, that I am giving to the world, and if it survives; will indeed be passed down to the future, and allow this part of the hyperspace, to indeed begin to advance out of darkness and out of a type-zero-civilization, YO. Now for those that ask how I can speak about type 1-2-3 civies on one blog, and type words seriously, on another blog about the 'antichrist'; it is no different than my humorous ghetto talk, BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am just playing around, YO, lighten up like Sarah's desires in the future that cannot all be realized, and learn to laugh, peeps. It has saved me from hellish extinction into a bottomless pit of beyond grief and agony. Just remember who taught my great daughter, at least, looking at things, as I used to call it, “in forward-mortal” view, and now would merely say, SPACE-TIME-MIND, as in higher truth, we are dealing with All Mighty Scylla-Jehovah-Goddess, and that cannot ever be altered, as that condition is simply what IS REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, if you have made a copy off of your computer, whoever is reading this, of that post up from technical musical coolness, or TMC for short, and not standing for any movie channels on television; onto some device, you know that you can switch gear consciousness without a cosmic clutch, and hear the words in your mind, of four Google's, and then during the music track after this, add in ''Google is the antichrist'', you will know that this is all just my STM going wild, sort of like the girls on Spring Break in Cancun, May-He-Co, only we'll remain totally frikkin G-RATED, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now let us return to the topic of direct communication with the subatomic particle known as the electron, or the Holy Ghost, if you wish to change into a yesteryear and biblically adapted wordage. I am going to catch super holy hell when I post up this monster huge frikkin blog on Wednesday, but that is for me to worry about folks. You just read and learn or laugh, sawn you folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we go, in or out of copyrighted regular SPACE-'TIME'-MIND, US © OFFICE!







Now that we have gone deaf from some wild weird off the wall fusion type drum beats from the late eighties, YO; let us get back on track, as WOW, I have made it back, and the electron will indeed confirm this with a bright FLASH, dancing in the skies with lovely Jenny Biel and her pals Pete Bellote, and Georgio Moroder. Wow, get with it, Spell Checker, I thought I was out of the culture and back in the musical stone age with Glenn Miller and Count Basie.







Now these small particles observe the larger than atom realm as way too gigantic to perceive past a horizon. This is why we also, cannot see past the visible universe, and have a million unenlightened explanation such as light velocity, and other items in the science world that supposedly cause this phenomenon. Atoms merely copy the larger truth/reality that surrounds us, and there is an infinite dimensional reality, or virtually infinite, that is all created by the sixth dimension of the MENTAL-REALM, with or without any cement businesses, or great actors and screen play writers, such as Frank Capra, and James Stuart, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to the orbiting electrons, AKA the 'HOLY SPIRITS' when not properly understood by a high Type-1 or better civilization. Holy comes from a truer meaning of ENTIRE or without anything less than the fullness of something, or the word of ''WHOLE''. The orbiting electrons, are the whole picture, of why our reality is made up of the elements that it is made up of; and all of us, and all of our lives, and all aspects of them; are all just a tiny little truth that lays within this larger reality. There has been some effort after 1983, when I discovered the electron to be intelligent and sentient, on the part of the blind ignorant scientific community, to try and communicate directly. They used all sorts of things and fell under the spiritual MAYA or 'illusion' that I was wrong, and that these particles are random energies that are not sentient, but that is all because of ignorance. These particles only see our picture-puzzle realm as chunks, where we see that around and out beyond us, is a STM created cosmos from within ourselves. Smaller particle energies only see smaller bites of the apple. To compensate, you need to teach the electron a code, that is in entire sentences, not single letters that correspond to a numeric conversion and then expect a randomizer to learn our humanity code and talk to us. It cannot see that, any more than we can see with our naked eyes, a germ, or a microbe. But enough of them interacting upon our bodies, and we get effected, or ''ILL''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The same truth needs to be applied to direct particle communications. When this came to me, for reasons that only can be perceived by those really understanding complex channels of STM, so there is no need for me to try getting into these details with you for right now; this is when I made up SENTENCE-CODES in 1983, and started communicating with this All Mighty Entity, DIRECTLY. Probably, the STM reality, is my genetics back to the younger brother of the great Master Messiah Jesus, but who can know for certain? Still, since my contact, LIGHTNING has become anything but random with me, and so have all of the Earth nature forces. The odds of all that has happened to me in this interaction, with the Earth energies, such as its biosphere oceans, and electromagnetic field; are equal to winning the Powerball Lottery every week for life and forever. It is just not possible, NOT TO ALL BE TRUE, and so I pound little keys for 7 mother fucking years, screaming out to a blind world filled with assholes, and nobody will listen. This is real joy! Now for those who scoff and say, then why don't you, Mark Wayne Mohr Buttwipe, do some big things with all this knowledge; you are proving only that you are not grasping and getting any of this powerful message. The forces of my personal ''IF'', my INTERACTION-FORCE, or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, has been set up to stop me, and I do fight this shit in case you've not been noticing, and I do this on a 24-7-365.2422 continued basis. If my blogging career that now spans 7+ years, is not proof of that sentence and claim, I honestly do not know what ever could be, good people, YO!







If I cannot make anyone see what is going on, after all this blogging, and all that has happened out beyond the ''inner-me'' just in these past seven years, well, I will just have to admit defeat on that front, and totally and finally just quit and frikkin give the shit up, as what else can anyone really expect me to do? Who else out here has blogged stuff like me, posted stuff like me onto the Youtube, and on and on and on I could go, asking these questions to any and all of you, on your end of the net? If you were me, what the fucking shit would you do? Go ahead, tell me, I won't bite. I just bark a hell of a lot, Roseann Delaney; and even she is safe to be around from 8A-4P, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUCH! But in all honesty folks, I used to have all kinds of stuff back in the eighties, and it was all slowly and very fucking ass methodically taken away from me, in ways that no police person or prosecutor ADA, or anyone else for that matter; can ever help me to prove, in a real waking world court of law; so my ''IF'' has totally won the battle, as of 9:40 PM-EST, on this twentieth day of fucking ass January, here in twenty thirteen! I had all this stuff. I had a 40,000 dollar home entertainment system, tens of thousands of tapes, both audio and video, special equipment all set up that directly was in communication with All Mighty Jehovah, this all happened, this all was very real. This all IS REAL, OR ISRAEL if you want to entertain this goddess of endless games and age sixteen-ness. Still, I'll love Her and do love HER, for and IN all ETERNITY AND INFINITY, and that does not change, not yesterday, today, or tomorrow. However, SHE is a major huge tease, and my mother recognized this back in the eighties, and just for that and maybe a few other little things as well, this cost her her life. Life never ends, but I am speaking in powerful truths that are way beyond any of you here in 2013. Now, I have nothing. I am down here in mother fucking Fort Pierce, Florida, with absolutely nothing. I have no equipment, no money, ''no nothing'', more STM, oh great BEG?????????????????????????????? Folks, it is now tomorrow, referenced to yesterday when I was typing this blog, and we need to close this out before another page Jane Sleazedisease of Jane Sleazedisease strikes, on the following word document page, so my next blog will be started and this one closed out. Bye-Bye, peeps.

















































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