Thursday, May 16, 2013

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER LXXVIII, KING NEBNOOSHOO MOUNTAINPEN'S DYING LEGAL UTTERANCE, P.B.










2:15 AM-EDST, 16 MAY, 2013, SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR X2!



THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE. PLEASE HAVE A VERY NICE DAY.

CHAPTER 00078, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!





***DYING LEGAL UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION***



THIS MAY NOT POST, SEVERE FUCKING DEATH SIEGE ON MY FUCKING LIFE, ATTORNEY GENERAL US AND FLORIDA, MIZZ BONDI, I SWEAR UNDER FLAG AND GODDESS AND MY GOOD NAME, UNDER FULL PENALTY OF PERJURY AND LIBEL. I have tried for fifteen minutes just to get this far on the computer, the normal apps are not working, someone has hacked off my mother fucking WEATHER-CHANNEL-APP, and every program I keep trying to place into the recycle bin and then delete, keep coming back, another hack, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS, MAGNESONIC, SCAN, PUT THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH ON A CRUSH DESTRUCT FUCKING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ON CG-18, AND HOLD, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, ON MY VOICE PRINT, OPEN COMMAND, G-18, ALL GENERAL AND CODED GENERAL ORDERS. PLACE THIS PLANET ON A 100 HOUR THERMO-NUCLEAR DESTRUCT COUNT-DOWN, HOLD UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 39458567648384GJGHGSUJADFHJ. READ MY MIND, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HEAR MY VOPICE PRINT THROUGH MY MIND RIGHT NOW, EEEEEEEE, COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, UNDER G-189, MAX OUT YOUR ANTIHACK GENERAL ORDER 1133, AND HOLD. COMPUTER, USE BOTH ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY AS WELL AS ATOMOC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLOGY. SCAN ALL ENEMIES THAT ARE PRESENTLY ASSAULTING YOUR CREATOR AND THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS, ME, ON YOUR TRANSPOWER BLOCK THERE IS A TOTALLY CRUSHED, SINGED, WRECKED, OBLITERATED, AND TOTALLY DESTROYED IMAGE OBJECT (IO). EMPOWER THIS TO FULL, MAX OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO 11.8 INCHES PER NANOSECOND (IPNS), AND MAX OUT ALL CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO LEVEL 11.5 IPNS. HERE ARE THE TWO EMPOWERMENT TONES NOW, HEAR MY MIND NOW MAGNESONIC, *****************

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, G-901, AND S-T-O-P!



Some mother fucker somewhere is going to be so mother fucking sorry within a very short time, even I would not wish to witness and observe this retaliation, lots of mother fucking jerk offs are going to be totally and completely fucking WIPED FUCKING OUT AND CRUSHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





THIS IS THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST SATANIC CUNT LAPPING ATTACK I HAVE HAD IN MANY YEARS, OVER THE PAST TWO DAYS NOW. I KNEW THAT MAJOR FUXCKING PUSSY-COMMAND ATTACK BACK ON TUESDAY AFTERNOON, WAS A PREVIEW OF COMING BOTBAR ATTRACTIONS FOR FUCKING ME. HERE IS WHAT HAPPENED JUST RECENTLY. MAJOR FIRE ALARM ATTACKS ARE BAD, RIGFHT SHORTLY AFTER THE SECOND ONE OF THE DAY SHORTLY AFTER THE L&O-SVU TV SHOW BEGAN, AND THE FIRST ONE WAS A SHORT WHILE AFTER POSTING UP CHAPTER 00077, AROUND 2 AM. BUT AFTER THE SECOND ATTACK, CAME A MAJOR VIDEO ATTACK, A MAJOR SHIT ATTACK, ALL DAY DOORS AND BULLSHIT IS PAR FOR THE FUCKING COURSE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE. THINGS ARE EVERY MOTHER FUCKING BUIT AS BAD RIGHT NOW FOR ME AS WHEN THE DOW JONES WAS MAKING ALL TIOME RECORD HIGHS DAY AFTER DAY BACKJ IN THE FUCKING EIGHTIES AND NINETIES, AND NOW, IT IS DOING THIS ALL OVER FUCKING AGAIN, HERE WE GO WITH ALL OUR CRAZY WAYS, AND LENGTHY SARAH SAMSON HAIR FUCKING AS DO'S. THEY HAVE DESTROYED MY VHS-CD-DVD REMOTE CONTROL AND THIS MAKES A THGIRD ONE NOW, SO I WILL HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE, AGAIN, ROBERT MCDOWELL OF THE FCC, SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, OLD BUDDY???????????????????????????????????? SOME FUCKING COCK SUCKING DIRT BAG OR DIRT BAGS, DID NOT LIKE MY LAST MOTHER FUCKING BLOG, AND REALLY KICKED MY ASS FUCKING HARD, MAKING THIS ABOUT THE WORST FUCKING CUNT EATING SUPER BOTBAR TIMES TWO DAY IN A VERY MOTHER FUCKING LONG ASS TIME, GOOD FOLKS, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM BANG, SLAMN, BOOM, AT 2:31 IN THE MORNING, PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING AUTHORITY, YO YO YO YO, I WILL BE CALLING FUCKING 911 IF THIS SHIT KEEPS GOING, YO!!! Back in the days of more constant continual property damage via sending powerful signals into my residence, there was no world wide technology, now people can act stupid all they want, but we all know the fucking cunt eating teck is here to do this to enemies, it is proven, it is real, anyone can check it out for themselves, and those that think this kind of talk is just 'tin foil hat shit', like Miss Crazy Cursing Dudes Writer Bitch; is merely proving that they are culturally-technologically ignorant, to shit that does indeed exist, especially by powerful government/military forces AKA the WOMO-MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



YES GINA AND EVERYONE ELSE, THE DOW JONES HIT ANOTHER ALL TIME RECORD FUCKING HIGH BEING UP OVER 60 MORE POINTS TODAY AND 123 POINTS THE DAY BEFORE, NEARLY TWO HUNDRED POINTS IN JUST TWO DAYS, IT IS GOING FUCKING UP HUNDREDS OF POINTS EVERY FUCKING SINGLE WEEK, FOR NO REAL-WORLD HONEST RHYME NOR REASON, OTHER THAN THE DESTRUCTION AND PERSECUTION OF PATHETIC FUCKING VICTIM, MARK WAYNE PITIFUL ASS MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE IS WHERE THE FUCKING STINKING DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES WILL BE FOLKS, MARK IT DOWN, NOT MARKET DOWN. By the end of May, 17,000, by the end of june 18,000, and by the end of the summer, a minimum of 25,000 POIN TS, JUST AS I HAVE BEEN TELLING ALL OF YOU ALL YEAR LONG, AND EVEN BACK THROUGH LAST YEAR IN ALL OF THESE MOTHER FUCKING BLOGS, GOOD PEOPLE OUT HERE, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!





My physical mother fucking body cannot support this persecution, and before the end of the summer, if I cannot escape the evil UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, I WILL BE DEAD AND FUCKING GONE, AND THEN, the entire bubble will burst and CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST YOU ALL WATCH AND CUNT EATING FUCKING SEE, YO YO YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Until things calm down a little bit, and they do not have to, unless PB and others decide to fucking help a pathetic dude out here, I will not be able to do a thing, other than be in ETREME SURVIVAL FUCING MODE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No GAGA, no nothing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But you will all begin to see horrific fucking shit around the world, unless this breaks off, as ever since this began with the Mexico Earthquake counterstrike back in 1985, Maggie only allows me to take so much and when my life is an inch from snuff out, BOOM, the EVIL EMPIRE IS HIT REAL FUCKING ASS HARD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, FOLKS. ALL DAY MOTHER FUCKING DEATH-ANDROID ATTACKS. ALL DAY FUCKING DOORS AND DOORS AND DOORS AND NO SIXTIES FUCKING ROCK BANDS. A HUGE MARKET RALLY FROM THE CLARITIN CLEAR RIP OFF DAYS OF JUST SHY OF THE KING-TAWF BRANCH STOCKHOLM SYNDROME KIDNAPING OF ME AT THE MARHOUSE, AND LATER AT THE FBI-OWNED HOME ACROSS TOWN; AND I DO NEED THOSE CODES TO SHOW, BROWN-EYES, LAUGH AND 'STAIR' ALL YOU WISH; AND ON AND ON I CAN GO; AND THE REALITY-3 BIGGEST REASON FOR THE EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE GETTING THIS HUGE RALLY, AGAIN LOVELY NINETIES GINA, AND BELIEVERS, AND OTHERS ALSO; IS THAT I TRIED TO SEEK HELP WITH MY COMPUTER FROM MY OLD GURU, MEAGAN TODAY, AND LEARNED THAT SHE HAS MOVED AWAY FROM THE ONLY PLACE WHERE I KNEW SHE RESIDED AT, ANOTHER DEAD END, EXCEPT FOR AN EXPENSIVE TRIP TO 'LOWES' AND FUCKING CUNT LAPPING GEEK-SQUADDERS THERE; AND THERE IS NO GUARANTEES WITH THIS WHATSOEVER, AS SOME MOTHER FUCKING FORCE IS DEAD SET AGAINST MY FUCKING POSTING UP MY ENTIRE SONG OF WHAT ELSE, MY WONDERFUL BELIEVERS, YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”???????













I FORGOT TO MOTHER FUCKING TELL YOU ALL, TWO HUGE FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE ASSAULTS AND ATTACKS ON ME, AND MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL FUCKING CUNT LAPPING RIGHTS; SO HERE WE GO NOW, DRUM BEATS AND ALL; LOVELY ASS COPYRIGHT FREAKING OFFICE OF THE DAM ASS EIGHTIES, YO YO YO!!! FIRST OFF, A WEEK AGO OR SO, THEY AWOKE ME TO A HORRENDOUS CUNT LAPPING SORE THROAT ATTACK THAT WAS AGONIZING. WAS RD IN HERE WHILE I SLEPT, OR WAS IT TOO MUCH JET TRAFFIC CONCENTRATED AROUND ME, MY WONDERFUL BELIEVER AND PAL, PRINCE KEM??????? THE LAST FEW DAYS, OLD PAL, FCC-MCDOWELL, AND SIR, THE ATTACK ON MY VIDEO-SHIT IS FUCKING COCK SUCKING BACK ALSO, ESPECIALLY WITH MY VCR-CD-VHS MACHINE REMOTRE CONTROL, AND AGAIN, IT IS NOT THE FUCKING BATTS FOLKS, THEY ARE TESTED; AND THEY SHOW TOTAL GREEN, AND STRONG AS KEISHA'S PUNCHES; WALTER D. COWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY ROTTEN ASS FAMILY CAN ALL GO TO DOGTOWN, AT A VERY HIGH VELOCITY, STARTING WITH YOU, PHASE-4 DEEP WATER SHAKES!




I talk a lot about my copyrighted music, so here it is, folks. 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!





















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!!!

































***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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At the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.









If you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.





FOLKS, AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING, WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I spread around what you said to me, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



This will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.

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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? M-Pen.











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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh that mouth!





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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MORIANITY PART FIVE







THIS IS CHAPTER NUMBER 00072, BELIEVERS.

MISS WHORE BITCH FONDA-AM, MAY 10, 2013, AND I AM MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ASS SCREWED NOW, FOLKS!
















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WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3?





Friday, August 25, 2006 (RE-PRINT FROM THE PAST).


Morianity Bible, The Epilogue:











Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.

My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy; and B able simultaneously, to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].

A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler; could ever B this totally cruel to another, whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!

This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1, 2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell; major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it; they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me, and C 4 themselves; the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.

Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it; and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but you'll never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me; then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say”. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting; just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette; had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine; and I was talking only to myself, not friggin' recording anything. Later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual; could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-Christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact, the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it; flashes with every color in the rainbow; and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me, in the shape and sound of a military helicopter; and then within less than half of a human hour; traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities, with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms; as if enough citizens all decide to merge into a particular piece of interaction of Astrality, they do; and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty; that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person; not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, a totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this. B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing. I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cali area, of the USA; that get approached by 'someone, most likely fortune tenners', and all fortune 10 through 50, are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games, and hurting people; that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure; nothing personal, to harass, and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed, come to U, and all those around U, deer to U; major constant interference with radio, TV, computer operations, or anything electrical, and mechanical; always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way. People mess with U on the road, way more than the average driver is messed with. All products U normally buy in stores, get harder to get, as flash-mobs buy up the stuff that U like, and the list goes literally on and on, but again; we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there, by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of 'LAMIST'. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, and this still got the greatest soap-show of all time, canceled; so who really has the power, huh? who love’s ya, Telly????

They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there, by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself; I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna' write to civil liberties, as this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story, when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs, and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me; that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong. First I am interested only in women, w+ell beyond the legal age. Multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact, the way that I do; concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806. It is just way more regulated, way less free; and much closer to when Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana Purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way 2 the Supreme Court, before the 9 Justices. I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.

Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me; with no resources in the world, to fight these dick in the mouths back, on their level; in this very Unfair, and Unlevel playing field, of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her, great Sarah-Stacey. Your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B4 all of us, as in your great city, where love flows free; and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times; there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites. Jeese, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout, who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere; instead of Trumpism, Reaganism, and Lamistism; all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight into regions of Dogtown, a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, to do the friggin math, for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers. They were teens when your stupid calendar was reading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.

By By for now, big KAL.







Here is what is happening, my believers.



Around half past eight, my rights were violated with another loud squeal on my landline telephone AT&T system, and there is no reason whatsoever other than for persecuting me, for this to keep happening every so often.



Also the nabes across from me, are beginning to slam doors more often and louder, today, yesterday, they usually have a period twice a day where the attack is no way imagined, where they just keep going needlessly in and out with loud slams, either that, or illegally, they have 500 jerk offs in that apartment, which why my resident manager said is not breaking any rules, to me is inconceivable; as my lease spells out that this is not permitted. So my letter to my congressman, as well as to Governor Rick Scott, will be in the mail later today; when I go out on a small errand.



I feel I have told who and why and given a lot of great proofs to the public world, as to why I am suffering. I admit it is not of sufficient levels to rise to court ready evidence, not much of it, and some of it would be, only if I were to try it; I would be buying a lot of grief for myself; on or out of Halloween Day. You don't mess with people with power, they mess with us, not the other way around. Still, I will keep on going, and keep on telling, every single bit of this injustice being perpetrated against me, just as long as I have energy of sufficient amounts, and breath in my old fucked up pathetic and diseased little puny body. Funny though, this double standard in the criminal justice system. They sure can, and have done so, hang any of us with pure circumstantial evidence; and I have so much of it, that all toted up together; would be more than what has put many convicted criminals into worse prisons than good old Boo was in for a while up on Rock Road, back in twenty-ten.



Now a little bit about REALITY-3, just to piss off the EVIL EMPIRE LAMBRIGG CULT EARTHLY DOPPELGANGERS AND EQUIVALENTS, AKA the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, that my blogs of nearly seven and a half years ago, are not shy for a second, of using these words. Nothing has changed at all in this time, has it my believers of monkeys and Brady flip side cheek kisses from Davy Jones, gee, really? Like W---O---W!



Doors, doors, doors, doors, Public Housing Authority, my letter to you and the two others mentioned, will be on your desks most likely by end of business this week, or next Monday at the latest. I am living with dirt bag welfare rats that have numerous peeps in that apartment at all hours of the day and night who will shout and make noise also at any hour they so choose to do, and if this is not the typical behavior of area drug cartels, I will eat my rug with dog stink on it, at the speed of light squared. If nobody can tell me why they refuse to use a drug-dog, then this old midget brownie from Dawn Kings private hell of torture prisons, is more than satisfied as to the Robert Cheatley Patterson 'government secrets and life alteration' syndrome, told to me, by him, back in 1984, when I met Elvis Presley, at his home in Berlin, New Jersey, Mister copy-cat Jackson. I may not know about Britney and her friend and the little TV set going off inside their head, or crackle barrel beer and so on; but I know con jobs, rip offs, and criminal behavior when I see it, and I also know that I can do nothing to stop it when the enemy BEHIND ALL THIS AND AGAINST ME, is literally, as the church folks love to call and use the name, S-A-T-A-N HIMSELF.



OK, now a little about REALITY-3, if for no other reason right now, than using telling this to you out here, as a major TRS from the days of Jessica's Rat-Tat football games and earlier blogging days when this was all a lot newer, and greener, and dangerous thirds were more close to the present situation, as well as my being as serious as a heart attack about Hydroglacia, the Astral city that here in the waking world, is perceived as the pulsar star of the night skies, and that came to visit with me personally one night at Cifaloglio, and I do not do drugs, nor do I imagine or hallucinate. THIS SHIT ALL WENT DOWN, under penalty of libel, slander, perjury, and anything else the CJS can ever try and throw at me, as they seem to love to hurt the innocent and protect the guilty. I still say that the juror and Goodman's attorney both concocted all this together at the beginning, to allow a reversible error and overturn Polo Puko Blow gull Mogul Mister Badman's original guilty verdict of conviction. They all love to let murderers and thieves and criminals go free, where they endlessly hound the righteous folks, and persecute the pathetic innocent, in this lousy rotten evil empire, that they call a nation. I have very little respect or admiration for a system that always has treated me 100% wickedly and unfairly, stealing everything I own in this world, tangible and intellectual, and then persecute and harass me day and night on top of it, not allowing me a fucking cunt lapping moment of peace the rest of my life, precisely following what was spoken by those two secret agents on that WPIX-TV documentary show in 1988, called, ''UFO, THE COVER-UP'', with Agent Falcon and Agent Condor. Anyway, reality 3 can begin easy, but it does not remain too simple as we trudge along in the deep murky mud of many ugly things. Let me explain now.





Parallel-Event is a concept that two seemingly unrelated things, do not have a normal or natural 50-50 connection with each other, as two unconnected things would seemingly be in a random and end up indeed, within this 50-50 scenario after a lot of tests are run. Many different things, all have differing parallel-events, perhaps some things do not have any. I am not a laboratory with unlimited resources to run a trillion tests, and am not qualified to go beyond where I do go here, and will only tell what I in fact totally know to be the truth. Basically, parallel-events are two events; so discussing something that may in fact be behind these two events acting on each other as they seem to do, endlessly and out of a normal random half and half reality; is then fairly simple to understand why I have termed this third part of all of this, REALITY-3. This is an unknown part of the bigger picture in parallel-event study, and to this day, I have no evidence to support, one way or the other, whether in fact there is a third reality acting on these parallel events, OR NOT! Simply put, I totally admit to 'NOT-KNOWING', chemtrails or no chemtrails, in 1987. Let's keep going folks, and take this just a bit further along.





First off, not all parallel-events have the same force or power attached to them. For reasons far beyond my comprehension still as of middle 2013, I know that the PE in roulette the way I work the system that I played and used back in 1986, is roughly a 5-9 endless percentage over the normal natural random of 50-50, or about 7% over random, (R+7%=ERPE), standing for Endless Roulette Parallel-Event. But the parallel-event of using hurting me to make the evil global economy and the Dow Jones Markets move positively, as well as the reverse mode of them doing negatively should anything positive be happening to me; is way way mother fucking higher than about 7 endless percent, and is more around 35, or a power-strength of 5:1 ratio over the roulette PE. Why some things are very week and others very strong, as I said I do not have sufficient data on this as of yet, Mister Spock. Also, he would be the first person until the experts someday are willing to prove my own created mathematical systems and formulas that I already do have and have used to make money in 1986 in the impossible to defeat game of roulette, at least as far as the mighty Albert Einstein was concerned, as he said this and it was quoted during his lifetime, but Spock on Star Trek would say that my stuff is ILLOGICAL, and he would not be a liar, as it is not all that logical, and for the life of me, I have no answers, only formulas that indeed do show, that this is all real and that it does all work, consistently. Still, as long as we keep remaining on the mere topic of parallel-event, the very word 'parallel' implies TWO things, and we are seeking an answer to what may be possibly behind this, a REALITY-3, a third thing or truth that is making this all act the way that I already know for a fact, that it does. Still, so how can we intelligently talk about this thing that I have called, R-3 or REALITY-3? Just for a hypothetical example, not that this has been ever proven in any meaningful way by me all these years since GODDESS revealed Parallel-Event to me and how to apply it to the gaming roulette world at the Jersey casinos in early 1986 or at the tail end of 1985 somewhere; but I have nonetheless attempted with so far total futility, to indeed make some formulas up that reveal some kind of truth about a reality-3, or else just disprove this concept all together, and say that PE is just as the late Dawn King said, it is what it is, and no more and no less; with nothing on top of it, or behind it, or around it, and so forth. After all, a car is a car, and a house is a house, and that kind of thing. Like DUH, and color me anything from 'MINE', to 'IMPRESSED'; Lenny Briscoe! But here is an idea. Every time a tiny little dude of 5 foot 3 who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet, walks into a tough biker bar, and quite loudly proclaims his hatred towards bikers; the following event, or the 'B' event, to the 'A' event of angering the bikers at the bar, is that 99 to 100% of the time, this little piss-pot shit with the big ass mouth is going to lose some teeth and maybe a lot worse. Also, not only is this very high PARALLEL-EVENT something that quite obviously has a REALITY-3 behind it, it also makes one wonder about a simple kind of mathematical formula that perhaps may be able to be applied someday by me, that can work out the way that the higher and stronger the Parallel-Event is, the greater the Reality-3 may in fact be, that's behind this parallel-event, in the first place. Those small parallel events would then, such as in roulette, have a smaller REALITY-3, and may be some fluky item in the yet not fully known math and stats world, that indeed has a perfectly rational or reality-3 reason, for this parallel of event to be in fact real and happening. The weaker the parallel event, the weaker the force behind its being there in the first place, in other freaking words. The stronger ones such as hurt me and the Dow Jones flies, that works almost always; would have the strongest reality-3. If some powerful entity, be it the fortune-500 who certainly would have one hell of a vested interest in something this powerful and fantastic; a covert way for them to endlessly make a lot more money than they ever would have, should in fact, they not have ever stumbled onto this with me, in the eighties; or be it any other entity that may range from the Astral-Plane GODS, to anything else imaginable by the brain of humans; but in any event; this kind of power would have the ability to do real damage to me and just as they are doing and I've claimed all along since this fucking ass nightmare all started with this and me in the dam ass eighties. So with real heavy shit going down around me that hurts my entire life and totally wrecked it for all intents an purposes, taking away my 30's, 40's and 50's, and without one fucking tad pole smidgen of shame or remorse or conscience whatsoever by this slime eating snake venomous demonic wicked viper garbage sewage sippers; this would then go onto explain the very high percentage in this particular parallel event, say, over the one in the game of roulette. Those who have read old writings, heard me discuss reality-3 and parallel-event, and some parallel-events being visible verses others being, and not to excite Super Kent and the inspector too much here, invisible. But this I now believe was an error, as I progress along in my thinking and process of rationally investigating the details of this literal monster nightmare, I'm going fucking through, at the hands of total pure dirt bags cubed. By the way, I was font hacked, and had to do a lot of clever maneuvering to get out of the hack. I am quite proud of myself, as no one ever shows me a fucking dam ass thing, and I do not learn without rote and being hands on shown stuff. This is the way my brain is wired, and if people do not like me for this, than that is their mother fucking problem, not mine; only it is, as I rarely can ever fucking do anything, as no one will help me; not even when I offer to pay, and THAT, sir ROCKDROID, is a lot more than a programming override equation, Mister Startrek Rottenberry, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO, is this really the thirty-first day of October, on Rock Road at the Saint Lucie County Jail, Sheriff? Please protect me from my dangerous wild daughter. Thank you sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.



So today's lesson and TRS, and my retaliation, for a morning assault today, and some hacking; which is leaving me unofficially rated BOTBAR on the day, subject to change before I crash for the day or it gets light again after night time comes, whichever comes first, is that I totally believe there is a REALITY-3, or ''something that exists behind all paralleling events that appear visibly, or not; and that in addition, they are in some form of direct, or other algorithmic mathematical ratio, to the strength of the parallel-event, or what its endless number shows it to be (PES) Parallel-Event-Strength, or in other words, the weaker ones may appear as invisible, the stronger ones appear very visible, you know, make trouble in a biker bar and stand tiny and frail, and see how many times out of 100 that you can do this and walk outside and just safely stand out there with nothing happening to you, verses why after 48 RED and HIGH roulette numbers pop out at a roulette table in a casino, is the next number outcome an EVEN only 5 times, and is an ODD a whopping 43 times, creating a parallel event of ODD following the RED-HIGH outcomes. This is not a visible thing like cussing out some real tough bikers and thinking you'll just walk outside and light up a transdimensionally rotten mixed cigarette, and wondering what the ratio will be for real trouble out of a 100 time test-event. I doubt that even 99 will be the result, if you get my drift, and if you've ever met the wrong tough bikers or have been to the wrong bar, YO. All I'm trying to say is that the reason that parallel events are what they are and work as they do, makes a lot of sense many times, while other times, it seems to be totally invisible, two totally unconnected items, such as how much rain fell in Johannesburg, South Africa and whether the National League won the game and went onto the World Series that year, yet as unconnected as all things or some things may appear to be, they are not unconnected. I believe that all things in this waking matter world come from the real energy world that exists, before conscious mind divides reality by light speed squared and allows us humans here on Earth, this interaction called “REAL LIFE”. Still, within the energy of it all, all things are no more than many uncountable long cosmic numbers, and these numbers are all interacting somehow together, and some of them fit and some of them do not fit, and this is the real basic explanation for why all parallel events are what they are, and do what they do, from my problems with the Philly sports teams and the New York stock market, to the rain and the baseball stats, to the roulette parameters of outside betting, and to any other possible thing you can think of such as starting trouble in a tough biker bar, and if you try that one, do not blame the results on Morianity, as I can already tell you that if the luck of the dam IRISH is with you, you MAY just end up in a month discharged from a hospital, walking and talking very strange for years, if not forever. Yes, re-read 2 or 3 and maybe 4 times, and you will get a little bit of a basic understanding of my personal woes since this all began with me, as well as just what I have been talking and preaching about for so long, PARALLEL=EVENT, and REALITY-3. This is just the beginning, and I have taken you now into the room and beyond the door, but we are still exploring just a small section of a large foyer. Stay with me and Morianity, and I will reveal so much more before this is all over, that I promise even the great REMAX this one thing. They'll all be sorry they did all of this to me, even these wild crazy spirit-world gods who think that they are all so fucking ass invincible. A day of reckoning is at hand, YO. Bank on that, with or without any dam ass WOW trucks from the great Toronto TD BANK, good believers, YO! BYE-BYE!





Believers, it is time for me to say a few things that might appear as quite a jumbled up bunch of scatter brained nothingness, at least according to the logical mind of one Terry, from Egg Harbor City, in New Jersey; back around middle oh-7. I cannot worry myself about that. My problems, and my story AKA Morianity; is just not an entity that can be told the way that this super literary giant would like it to be, so too bad. Blog Chapter 5—69, will tell a lot more about R-3.







For a little while, my blogs will be shorter, less words that tell more. I may have overemphasized my 3-huge secret-tell deal the other week, but I feel that I did the correct an only viable option for me. I can be wrong as quickly as the next human being, time will tell. Would I take back the telling of those words some may wonder? No mahm, and no sir! When truths are told, there can be no cosmic wrong in that. Can there be ramifications? Well, according to Isaac Newton, there always are. Will they be good, bad, or in-between for me, as far as what may result? Breath echos and all, US © Office, “Who can really ever know”, from 1988. Gee-whiz.









I am so sick and tired of Atlantic City, and what has emanated from this place, that caused my life to suffer a total collapse and breakdown; that no words can even hope to ever describe how I feel. This goes the same, with 'THAT FAMILY' and recurring dreams of them, that all began in early July of 1970, with medical experiments, and magic washcloths, and surgical procedures, and on and on with that hellish tale of pure agony. Also I am equally revolted and sick to death, of parallel realities that insist on bleeding through, to the one that I try and live and exist in, while awake; seemingly a lot more with me, than what is both normal, as well as would be appropriate. Then, not by any means least on this list, merely last, in my memory order; the MILI-2-FORCE, and what they really are, in the land of 'death'; the LAMBRIGG CULT OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA. Again, this is a condition-interaction, not a tangible physical place, and is why it is not here in our physical realm of material objects and living creatures, that breath, and bleed; and the gods only know what else when the refrigerator door closes. This very old wise tale about such things, is well founded and grounded, in the new at the time, in century-20-science, called “Quantum Mechanics”. Naturally, all of this crap is leading up to some real heavy stuff, but instead of writing lots of flowery adjectives and words in general, I will be down and not too dirty, but straight out quick; telling it once, with no fancy literary work. No one's trying to win a freaking prize for blog work here, especially for complexity and confusion. So here we go, Copyright Office, not taking any crap, and or running on Gloria-ACMUA large water pipes, 001, or is it 002? I admit I have forgotten, but Mister Expert with the three items, that I thought included fire, yes who can tell any longer, with all of my switching and crossing, and of course; hidden underneath the bad erase head of the open reels, FOR THE 1984 RECORD. No, there is no time for Collingswood A&P, AT&T, or other unexplainable things from Lady Korea to the ME and even to the Haddonfield Mobil Gas Station, let alone Richard Karpf, and his real estate office phone number, given to me by a 411-0perator back in 1987, when I asked for a totally different other friend of Patty-Jane, and broken bedrooms of endless mystery and drunken Russel's, from my lovely past, with eternal game playing Goddess-MDE. You know, talking about real power in symbolism; pronouncing this 'mother-daughter-electron' triple goddess deal as MIDI, by saying the word abbreviations of 'MDE'; takes us where else, but straight to music, after-all; it stands for 'Musical Instrument Digital Interface', just as HTTP-WWW stands for hyper text transfer protocol world wide web, and interconnected networking computer systems, are shortened to the 'INTERNET', but that's all, as Donna Gaines Summer might say, it if not up in the future, at the World Laboratories; “That's neither HAIR nor there”! Let us put our walking shoes back on, wipe the blood off, and our faces; and move this right along, before two dogs end up biting me; right late Dawn-Marie King?



Do you want to know, my believers, why no one ever wants to, or for that matter is willing to, ever come forward, to help substantiate, and verify, all of my totally wild and unbelievable claims? It is not complicated you know. I mean really, take Sam the Highview Cheers Apartments Maintenance man, as just one quick and isolated example here, my friends. He would lose his dam job, Ed Green, that's why. He doesn't want to lose his dam job, right Detective Ed green? Who wants to lose their dam job? I went through a lot of hell after I just lost mine last March, 13 months ago, when Big Red Jessica, canned me up at the Orange Avenue & 25th Street Harvest; and have been somewhat unhappy and unhealthy, as a result; even more than I was before; oh my pals of the great Wallgreens Pharmaceutical Chain. I know the lady at the Copyright Office did not wish this on herself and her family either back in 2008. Still, it was in her manner, and the way she said things, and just exactly what she said, in-between what I know she wanted to say; looking back on this, from about five years later; that allows me to totally know that the Ed Green L&O syndrome indeed kicks in again, for her, and for me. Not me at the Harvest job, but me back then; not being able to get a jump up on these TAWFERS for once. This is not allowed, because just as I said in my first two years of my blogs, all before my 70-day off-grid time and all of this bullshit that came as a result; the White Slavers of the Gallagher McGuire Club, who take care of the family, and hate certain of us who have wrong mix breeds inside of us; and just how McGuire knew all this about me in 1997, is totally unfathomable; but then so is the visitation of my ''goddess giant girlfriend'', at Highview; to quote the great Sam, and not his son, the Williamstown cop. Here is a case where the son of Sam is not the bad guy, but then bad is a harsh word here, as he just needed to “KEEP HIS DAM JOB”, Detective Green, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then switching up here from both 1997 and 2008, here we are in middle freaking 2013, and yes, I said it first, and they knew it all along. When you sacrifice the life of the innocent in demonic ritual, the game of the gods called, “Lets play a different guessing guest name”, allows them to negotiate with a powerful Astral-Plane god named Apollo-Lucifer, for great Astral-Plane power. I don't mean he gives away the 'shop', but he lets the babies in the sand box who cooperate a little more with him, than most are willing to do; you know, torturing and sacrificing babies and young kids to a horrible ritualistic death, in the name and honor of Beelzebub Diabolis, AKA Apollo-Lucifer, the Astral-Plane words are precise English waking world translations, Apollo and Beelzebub are like saying Tick-Tack-Toe, only maybe with a slight change such as accenting the TOE and not the TICK. There is a technology behind all this so called mystical power, just as there are parlor tricks behind all of the magicians little cute stunts and phony psychics who practice deception for money. Still, unlike what Patty-001/2 believes on his persona in his great show; there are indeed some real McCoy folks who have practiced this game of sacrifice to AL, yes AL, a nice shortened name for Apollo-Lucy, whether he likes it or not; and even though he indeed is Diana's twin sister, I will always love my beautiful Diana, the great Goddess of the Moon and Lightning, and in honesty, Mister Joel sir, a lot more than that; and the few who know, not only do know, but have known all along; county jail pleas and all. Yes, it was all a test, to see if I really had the 10 grand buried, as was talked about with the winning bet back in twenty-ten. You see, believers, to add on here to how slow I catch on, despite things never getting past me eventually; I was being tested to see if this was true, or so I have been told, last night by the All Mighty Goddess Herself, who untied me; and blew all the ants away and out of the great Lakehouse Porch, and then put a magic lotion on me that smelled better than her two old time faves from biblical days; and worked better as well, as all my many open sores were healed instantly, and on top of that, after I was nearly healed, and BOO was untying me; she began to give me that smirky adorable smile, that if you do not know MC, you will never see it; and then she sang the appropriate song regarding this. I never said after what you went through with McGuire and all the clan that cousins out to your wonderful somnambulist mom, that you do not deserve all the smiles and happiness in the world, and it is my sincere wish that you have only this, and as long as you wish. I am not against you, just sad that you want to play this very unpleasant game here with me; when out there in eternity, we have so much more fun with other games, like Tag, Guess the Name of the Guests, and your kite flying, and so much more, right down to what would get me stoned to death even in 2013, if I blogged on. Mortals live in the caves, and then they pot and kettle me, for not liking computers, cell phones, and all this demonic crap, that is totally destroying the very fabric of our society. My point here is proven by them, not me. I mean really, we will all be in our own worlds, while huddled together in cities and towns, all separate and estranged from normal reality. It is not coming people, it is here now; ever here of the newest visor crap that Google is advertising and selling. It, as all things, is expensive at first; but as consumers purchase this crap, the prices will drop, and soon, all of us can be all alone in our own worlds. Come on governor Scott, do you really think this texting on the road is safe? Why should my life and limb have to be in danger because I am smart and know better than to do this nonsense, at the hands of dumb young full of cum geeks and techies who do not care if they plow into me, and wreck my day and year? In Jersey, if you are caught using anything while driving, and not as an after offense once caught doing something else, but like safety belt non-compliers, once it is seen, boom, big time tickets and loss of driving privileges for repeating offenders. Why should the smart people that know better, be at risk of injury and death by dummies? That is why we vote for SMART law passing legislators, like you, governor Scott, and I really hope in time it becomes the same law as Jersey has. Take your eyes off the road at any speed at all, and anything can happen. People live on lots of good old IRISH LUCK, and guess what, and this is for you too Mister hot shot hater McGuire, IT EVENTUALLY RUNS OUT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, there is REAL POWER all right, and my blogs told all about this shit, long before the great 001-2 ever was on the air. Now comes the fun part of the TV show. I am sitting here wondering with intense passion, will this show suddenly go the way of DARK SHADOWS, or manage to finish out by telling the real DAM TRUTH OF SATAN, and just how 'REALE' this rotten prick is and always was and will be? YOU GO, 'TM' SHOW, and be careful, yes; of the great ROOF-DOG peeps, and their ability to not only always be ahead of the drumbeats, as my kid's bio gives away another agreement to my blogs, but also; be careful of the innocent looking things, that get shows canceled; as this is the story of my entire life. It is always the one thing you will never allow yourself to see or believe, that blind sides you, and ends up destroying each and every thing that you ever try and do, to FIGHT THIS ENEMY, call it by an old fashioned church name, a sci-fy name, or anything in-between; as anyone who's ever been its fucking victim knows that names do not mean a dam ass thing, only that this thing, the great rotten Millionth-Council of Teck Bay, or



'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE', the LAMBRIGG CULT, IS TOTALLY REAL, 100%!!! W---O---W!!!!!!!!









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I will not kid around about it folks, it is time to let you know that from now on, until further notice, I do not have time or ability, due to circumstances beyond my control; to do anything except for telling short and sweet EVERYTHINGS, I will not leave out the smallest and most minute detail, as I may think it may be insignificant, just as I did not realize that the 'YBCO' song, is indeed going to have powerful transdimensional effects, as any and all of my other TD songs and not trucks; do as well. I cannot be so on top of it as I would like to believe, believers, sorry. I AM exactly what Bruce Pennock accused me of in 1973, and no more and no less, in-between cheated Monopoly games; “HUMAN, AND NOT PERFECT”! No flowery words, no nothing, Diana, and speaking NOT ODF of, you hack ass bastard, I wish to thank my lovely lightning for coming around quite a few nights in a row, when I was too up set and screwed up to mention this, back at the time. THANK U BABY-BLOND!

















There are four things to tell, and then before I get into them, let me just say that during the past two very bad botbar days, I managed to make two units each day in my systems roulette, and it would have been more like a total of 7 units instead of four, but I was clobbered and clocked with the house numbers of zero and double zero. Also, I asked GAGA CAT some questions using a playing card deck, as was explained in earlier chapters and parts of this MORIANITY, and will be re-told again later on for those that need to hear it again, just as I'll never stop repeating discussing the Patricia Hollister days of Steve and the Fascitar, and along these lines; even though it has all been told on prior blogs. I cannot chance the reality that many new possible viewers will only come to know these things if I re-tell them, and so, I will. But the GAGA-CAT can wait, as the four quick short and sweet MUST-TELLS are more urgent.















First, I decided to tattle tail to the AT&T on the recent stuff that has been happening to me; echo sounds, loud squeals and screeches, the disconnects, the fact that I never received their May billing statement; and I even reminded them of the old days, and who I am, without getting too specific, so I wouldn't end up with my head on a pike, or my throat being incredibly hickey struck, which leads to another one of the tells. About a week ago, I awoke after about two hours of sleep, around 5 in the morning give or take, to a terrible pain in the neck; as though indeed, Roseann Delaney had just been in here, and it was 1969 and Brad Bushes all over again, to the very day give or take a couple. I was too petrified to move, and I fell right back to sleep. I know it was NO DREAM, Demi Moore Lucci, and other fathers and padre's, and IT HAPPENED; yet 5 more hours later when I awoke again to bright daylight, there was no pain, no hickey or bite marks, and again, Diana Brewster Macintosh Secrets of 1984; WOW good old endless 1984 secrets and lab techs; “NO NOTHING”! Another TELL is as follows, believers. I turned the television to the side, so I could watch it from where I normally sit at the computer, and the corner in the room here, you have heard me label as the northeast. This was at a few minutes shy of nine on Wednesday night, as I was going to watch “L&O-SVU” on TV, and just for the sake of experimentation, wondered if sitting where time runs slower, would have an effect on me, in like manner to many times, until I sit over here, my mind is a total blank on many of the things that I have recently blogged about. Sure enough, the second the police woman was shot, I totally knew I had seen this episode before. All throughout the show, I was like 5 minutes ahead, remembering it all before it happened, only 5 minutes or so, not as though a real re-run would be remembered and re-watched just for fun. It was not dejavoo or whatever other nonsense people talk about. It was all because I was sitting in a part of this room, that was not in regular moving time with the television broadcast received through a television set. Why the cunt lapping SPELL-CHECKER does not recognize the word, or help you spell it when spelled as it is sounded out, DEJAVOO, is beyond me; but as I said, this Microsucks Spell Checker, is about as worthless as a pale of stinky tiger crap. Another tell is about Mikey the ass-hole. I never told this in detail, but when I visited him about six and a half weeks ago on a Sunday, I believe this Sunday will be 7 weeks, I walked out to the beach and made friends with his neighbor, Robin, a gorgeous single woman, who liked me a lot; and I told her I would be back from time to time. Shortly after this, Mikey's brother Joe, sold all of the property, after it had been sitting there for about a half a decade. If I bought into all these never ending coincidences that continue to screw me out of each and every possible chance for any type or kind of a normal life, with balance or semblance of order; I would be a fool, and laughed out of Jack McCoy's office real quickly, and to quote Abby Carmichael on the show, no mahm; I do not have a high tolerance for coincidence, not after nearly 60 mother fucking years in this hell life of mine as MARK WAYNE PITIFUL MOHR, Flying non-Jenny Linda. I think I covered my four tells, and if not; that is why ISISCYLLA invented the STM-ILLUSION called, 'tomorrow'. Do I hear a WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? It's time Mike McNulty. I will not insult my real believers and spell it all out, you know how to work out PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBERS, and you have printed out the information and lists I have given so far. I do not doubt this. So here are my two questions of the GAWNUM, and the two PCN answers given, as well.













Why has May come in so horrible for me, kitty kitty kitty?



MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW------PCN-844!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Why won't the stock market stop racing up, kitty kitty kitty?



MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW------PCN-792!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Well, I have a date with a gorgeous lab technician who is going to kick my brains in, so let me post up and crash and get it all over with, MMCN (Mike McNulty) sir, aha-aha-aha!






















Sharkey Marky may or may not be the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, but he has the evilest trashy bottom feeder neighbors across the hallway from him. Yes folks, I am putting up with them slamming in and out all day, and it still is going on at nearly 3 AM, and if it does not quit, I'll call the fucking CRIME STOPPERS number, that was given to me by Resident Manager, Misses Debbie Marotto. What ever changes?







PHOTO IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. THANK YOU IN ADVANCE FOR THIS SHOT.



I have dozens of huge things to tell, that WOMO, I assure you; does not want out and told; if they don't get off of me, Angels A, W, and Millie. WAYWINY, LILLY MUNSTER?



These dirt bags are all connected with the computer shit in this building, and the security guard rotation force. When I told what I told, they attacked me huge time, you can all be a witness to the way I say things, and then get instantly punished and pummeled by WOMO-MILITUFORCE right directly afterward.



There is no real true supernatural, and all of religion and church shit is garbage, but the idea behind it is moral and honest, and I find no fault with the fact that folks are still swinging from trees, carrying little self contained mini universes called compuphone's, in many other dimensions ODF reality. NOT ODF, OF REALITY, HACKER MS SCUZ! When you go into a movie theater to watch the show called, “EARTHQUAKE”, huge sub-woofers shook the entire viewing area, simulating a real quake. There really was not one happening, but the illusion that there in fact was one happening, was very very fucking real. We all are tricked and fooled by sensory illusion, constantly and continuously, and even relentlessly. There is no devil called SATAN, but there may as well be, and THIS is a truth that the churches will eventually come to see and realize. For all intense and purposes, there is A SATAN, but still, Lenny, there isn't an actual devil with horns and a pitch fork in a burning furnace of fire that is named HELL. Hell, and HEAVEN, words for great so-called after-life 'places', are not places at all, they are simply CONDITION-INTERACTIONS. Again, it may as well be real places. You would never know the difference if you were hooked up to a trillion dollar super virtual reality video-game, with brain connect scan technology; so that while you enter and play, your only memory of self is right there inside of that game; just as entering this world through the Astral birth dream; produces this seemingly, in like manner. Dennis Snyder would say it perfectly right about now, as should he be here, and saying all of this, as opposed to me; “That's reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Ladies and gentlemen, I'll give you some powerful GAGA CAT Q&A later on, but not on this blog. What I will close out with is simply this. Hopefully Mrs. Shoemaker and daughter Tracy, won't make any trouble for deer sweet little old me, who tries so hard all the time just to be free, but if it does happen, I'll deal with that another time, Youtube.









Every secret I reveal, the enemy punishes me back in a precise way that pertains to the details of that secret. Anyone following this for at least 6-12 months now, and cannot see this is true, along with how true all of my claims are; is simply in a comfy-zone-denial in their spirit, as they read the words of MORIANITY. Fine, you have a right to do and think as you please, and I have no problem with that. Still, I do know that that the majority who read my words, can see through the lies and do in fact know that I indeed am really truly being persecuted by some unknown beyond alien group of very very very distant foreign travelers. The only pieces in the jig saw puzzle that have any hope of fitting into a good explanation, is the games of the gods for distraction purposes; as well as to keep it all organized, and under their total control. Any truth should be revealed, and none should be intentionally buried and covered up, as they are currently being. Take the truth away, and all that be left is various degrees and forms of lacking sanity. Collectively as a species, humanity has a side effect of growing overly complex and technical on an ever increasing upward linear if not geometric sized scale. This would be none other than forcing truths, rearranging lies to become new age truths, and so forth, again, without what really is being what we all agree to perceive to be true, we have nothing. We may think we own a very high teck world and be super rich, and maybe even somewhat happy; but again, there is that pesky three syllable word again, ILLUSION! It does not matter where or what I live, work, go, do, and so forth. The Assistant to New Jersey Congressman Robert Andrews in 1998, Mister Clarence Harris, knew how real this powerful truth was in his own life, and never doubted it for a second in mine; as he could relate personally. There is an IF or an Interaction-Force that takes control, and makes gold slowly turn to rust and smelly garbage, if I am in any way connected into it; a subject that could be thousands of pages long, and not scratch all that much of even an ice shaved surface. But a few constants are right there in my face. The tit for tat retaliation that all started in 1986, along with the escalation of my major fucking hellish nightmare problems to begin with; PROVES and VERIFIES beyond one speck of miniscule doubt, that this is all a game of the gods, as Morianity has preached all along since it began in early 2006. Still, why me and not all of you? This is the all time Shakespearean question. Let us explore this.





If Shakespeare was correct even slightly, about the entire world being a stage, and us being the actors in a play here, and I know that he was told this by the gods in some form of slightly off of normal mind awareness state, be it a dream or meditation, or whatever; then we all have been given a roll to play, a four dimensional script to act out our part in an interactive menu various choices way, and so on and so forth. We do not bring this to surface waking mental level as we go through our waking times and live our parts in this Shakespeare play arena, but we play our parts nonetheless. Just as we breathe in and out, with rarely any conscious attention ever paid to it. Same exact thing folks. Before anyone totally judges the claims made in the Morianity teachings, you need to read all of the books ever written by one of the great nineties new age guru founding fathers, Carlos Castaneda. Then we can talk again and when I tell of a lot of stuff such as the Lambrigg Cult all meeting on this physical realm without knowing or remembering each other, merely being subconsciously driven to join the EW group, and all eventually and gradually carry out the great new age mind control, spoken of by me in my 1986 “Real Good Girl” music project that I copyrighted. You can see this as the title to a group of songs and matching the LOC catalog of my songs for 1986, in the blog's enclosed list that I CAP in. Rather than go on and on and really say next to nothing for most readers at their dimly lit stage of awareness levels, let me try cutting to the chase. We have an existence of our truer self-entity, on the Astral-Plane, or the spirit world. This entity self or 'soul', is way to large and complicated, for any one universe to contain it; so it breaks up into countless amounts of various ones, where they then are all dreamed eventually, into various separate life-times, down in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. This is the vast area containing virtually limitless numbers and amounts of space-time 4-D universes, all operating on slightly different but agreeing atomic frequencies. Now I told of the towel example, and how localized other nearby realities, all seep together in strange ways, just as a soaking wet towel would also seep its wetness into other surrounding towels that lay around it and touch it at some point. Very soon, if harassment keeps up, I will make up real examples, showing these towels in action, and then showing my life here as well as in surrounding localized hyperspace. It is all one big us you know, and separate parts of our 'soul' living in unlimited parallel realities, does not mean a total disconnect in the lives of our many localized doppelganger other-us's. All ready, my blogs show all sorts of dry towels around the one central wet one, but only a few are getting it, and putting the 2 and the 2 properly together, and arriving at the proper 4 answer. 3.9999999 won't cut it. It may as well be 26.00029384756. Knowing what I have come to know about this topic, can be related to a lottery winning number. One number wins it. Every other number, far away or off by one digit; are all equally losing numbers, not counting the way the system operates the cash payout's for near misses. I simply mean that any wrong answer, a little or a lot wrong, is still equal to a wrong answer, and that there only can ever be one correct answer, to any problem mathematically. Now my trying to post up my song, a year long try now, last week, at the library in West Fort Pierce; not only failed and caused a nasty BOTBAR day for me, but also, was punished. It is just a simple little ditty about a greedy fisherman, who refuses to share his catch with a starving family, who encounters him on a fishing jetty one day, and then later, a storm blows up and knocks him off the jetty to his death, where in the after-life, as mortals see it, he is saddened to see he no longer can have any fish to eat, despite being surrounded with such an incredible abundance of it. But we all know that this is more than a song telling a cute little story. The WOMO has a vested interest, or so it would appear, to keep me blocked and unable to ever do what normal 9 year old's do every day like it's nothing. Some may think this is supernatural, others that I am just either crazy and think this is all happening when it is a mere delusion, don't I wish; or they figure, wow, what a total retard, all he has to do is get a book on how to work the Youtube at the library; only my fucking brain is not wired to be taught without a real live instructor or teacher. So the enemy has me covertly by my thrill rocks, and they know it, and they fucking laugh at me every dam ass day. It's after four now, I'm tired, and I need to fucking crash. Yes, this blog is hit a lot, but my Youtube channel, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ is never hit, maybe once or twice every month, one song is hit. It seems that after I took down the original postings in middle 2011 after moving in here to this PHA apartment, and doing this, it caused a strange thing to happen where nobody can get to my music, and or, they just do not have any desire to ever go and listen to it, even though the blogs would make a lot more sense if viewers would listen to the music posted, as it tells true stories that will match stuff from this blog. Do I have any answers for just what is causing this? NOPE, not even a clue. Maybe ten or so wild theories, and they all together and three dollars, will get me 12 shinny quarters, any time, at any bank. I could not help seeing how one of the two brothers who caused so much havoc, back on Monday up in Boston, has a Youtube account and is only 19 years old, and has four digit hit counts on his posts, while I am lucky if my average post has had 3-6 hits, all other counts above that are my views, and or CAPPING links to blogs, as this all creates a view, and is counted. I am left to wonder why a murderer has 4 digit hits, and I am getting maybe 4 on one post, and 5 on another; and so forth; on an account I have had up since the 30th of December of 2010, almost two and a half years now. They stopped allowing me to blog share to blogger one day back last year in 2012, and I could go on. I know my stuff is somehow covertly being as sanctioned and blocked from stumble on views, as is possible. Many have also told me for a long time, that they gave up trying to get to my stuff from their computer, it just leads to nothingness. If I can ever prove this, I'll have a case for First Amendment Legal Issues, impeding my freedom of speech, and I don't even post major stuff such as hate core and really heavy anti-anything stuff, it is just normal music, that tells stories of my life, in small and clever ways; that is if it is listened to carefully. Hay, I am happy for those who get a million and 90 million views, but why am I getting 5? This has to be some form of a blockade, and this clearly legally is in violation of some rights that I know that I must have somewhere in this great country's constitution. You cannot watch the news one day without the anchors telling how people post something, and it virals out to a million or more hits in just days. I do not go after that amount, but why can't I get 2-6 thousand for example, who is stopping me? I do intend to hire an attorney, and see if I can indeed ever get to the bottom of it all, after-all, if this case is ever won, it would put me and my Morianity, on the map; and then I could get my message out to the world, and that is all that I have ever wanted to do; as then I would have friends on my side of this nightmare fight, and folks that would all band together, to help each other against tyranny and oppression, of any and all forms and kinds, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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





END OF SONG.












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, 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 recversing, 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.



Between 4-6, doors have started to get somewhat annoying here, before that since I have awake this afternoon, all was nice and quiet. The only exception is the motorcyclist persecutor, so if you out there Sheriff Mascara and my pals at the Fort Pierce PEEDEE, please try and look out for me and watch for this real nasty ass prick, thank you so much!



It's getting very cloudy and dark, and still holding just under 92 degrees Fahrenheit here in town, maybe lovely Diana will come over and visit me with beautiful lovely colors. I really love you so much ISIS, don't let me down forever, BROWN EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





My computer clock was hacked again, and I do not report each incident, probably three times now it has happened without my mentioning it on a blog, yesterday's news, but then, many say that is what MORIANITY is all about, and in some respects, they are all totally correct. But then Christianity was meant for the first millenniums, and that is way more into yesterdays news, yet again; still connects into an endless present, just as does the re-write of some of it here now in M-3. Even I had no idea about some of these incredible details, back in 1995, when I was 'led' to begin this project, Mister 'Smith Leigh Moroni Cadillac'. WOW!









I said recently that I may not think something is significant, or that it's too mundane to be added to these texts FOR THE RECORD, 29 YEARS AFTER ANOTHER 'FOR THE RECORD'. Later on I came to realize, that who am I, GOD? Well, I know this job was filled some time ago, Detective Green, YO, BRO; so the answer here, is an unequivocal NO. I took for granted that a few things would just be accepted in the minds of anyone reading these words. What a fucking asshole fool I have come to learn, that I truly am; times a trillion to the power of ninety. There is so much fucking bullshit going on all over this universe, and the greater reality surrounding that; that it would require a blog lasting for vigintillions of millennia, to tell it all, maybe one lousy ass percent. So let me sort of get real fucking ass babyish and not worry about how things may appear; as it is only important that I know what is going on with some of this dam ass shit for right fucking now, YO YO YO YO!!! First, this is the seventeenth anniversary of the day I wrote the song called, “SARAH”, just in case anyone alive, could give even half of a fucking stinky turd. Oh yes, this is good old May 12, 1996, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mike McNulty (MMCN-1971). Gee. Aniwho, this is piss next to some other shit I feel compelled to quickly just tell it and be mother fucking all done with it, once and for all; other than for maybe discussing other details around it on later writings, but it seems that certain things need to be analyzed, and examined, with terrific fucking scrutiny; before the fullness of everything comes clearly to mind, in many, and even the extreme majority of cases; with anything in this god dam miserable ass world of woe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am about to talk about a very hush hush medically kept discussion on SLEEP-WALKERS, AKA somnambulist-folks, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.



















Folks, there are things not talked about for many many mother fucking reasons on this rotten Earth, and in all societies of the world, in all times in human fucking ass history; for reasons that benefit as always, a small few chosen representatives of cosmic owners; called World Owners, by me, as this term seems to fucking fit, ''in my mind'' to quote my wonderful yacht cousin the late, Sir Heinz Gottwald, of Babylon, New York; real ass dam good. Adding 'Milituforce Otammites', after 'World Owners'; we get the abbreviated, and often used in MORIANITY, 'WOMO'. But all that piss drinking junk aside my wonderful believers, it is time, as Barnabas of Dark Shadows put it so well in early 1970, to get a little truth out of the way; even though it may even stretch the minds of believers in Morianity, to a limit they are not ready to freaking ass cross over into. No pun meant. There really are five dimensions, and we really do interact while awake, in only three of them; and this is why humans are awake three fifths of their life, and in the other two fifths, they are in those other two lovely and quite mysterious dimensions of every much of a reality. There are places in this entire fifth dimension or in hyperspace containing all of the things that result from a MIND SIGNAL sent down from even yet one dimension above this one, the sixth; and not all of it makes perfect sense to all of us living here right now, and reading these blogs. Still, I have no choice but to try and clarify a few quick points, I wanted to add 'simple' after the word of quick, but you may not agree with me on that, therefore out of respect for my viewers, I will not do so. Most of you that have followed Morianity for any length of time, have been told about TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and how this fits into what I am saying so far in this blog right now. Some have come to understand that we become exploratrons as sleepers and dreamers, and whether or not you choose to believe my words are true as a very select few do, even a few who hate me right now; but they know I am for real, and this is all true; but moving this right along; just because perhaps none of us, and me included, are real advanced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, this does not mean that one out of endless countless bazillions of our doppelgangers in the full hyperspace, are not; and just as the old time travel theorists love to always say, and it is not something easily dismissible, “As long as the technology is discovered before the end of time, then time travel is both real, and part of our time right now”. If you think for a minute on that, and examine it, and cogitate about it for however long it takes you, for a light to flash on inside your Britney brains; TV or no TV, ambulance drivers in World War 2 all notwithstanding here; you will indeed see a lot of both of these truths; the time travel one that I did not make up, along with what I have said here as well, YO!! Wow folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other freaking words, as long as one part of our 5-D beingness, is this advanced, then our entire being collectively, is kind of a TYPE-3-EXPT in stasis, if no better way of seeing this truth can be achieved. Again, another WOW. This is just like the revelation given to me by an unnamed person not long ago at all, regarding my dream-music, and explaining how dangerous the “YBCO” tune is, even if it does not contain the harmony track, possibly. At first, the original, “GITYA” tune from 1983 would not be, but as with my LIFE-CHARTS, as explained upon numerous occasion; once I started them, my days are rated in ones through fives every day, until I am dead as the me who I am right now; whether I consciously rate these days or not, it is quantized in a magical and quite mysterious quantum foam, that contains all of the half alive and half dead cats in the cosmos as well, excluding Professor Gaukauk of course, WEEEE. It's time, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Now before signing off, try and see the full punching power of what has just been told. I know the Missourians Club will see this perhaps as my best cop-out yet, for all my screwed up belief systems, and they would be, as they are on so many occasions; totally wet in the head and wrong. But still, Lenny, they're entitled, as is Mashell Daniels, at RPL Studios in 1980; to their freaking opinions, as am I; so time again, MMCN, if you want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I'm saying ladies and gentlemen, is indeed simple, and you do not have to believe it, but all logic insists that it is fully completely true and accurate and there are real mathematical formulas that prove these extra dimensions, that parallel our 3-D reality, do in fact exist; so just ignore me if you like, and go to any local college, and ask to discuss this with a physics professor, and they will tell you that much of this shit is true and factually verified mathematically, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Taking this now down to a lowest common denominator and real simple few sentences, would go like this, believers, and others from Missouri. I never ever intended to say or to mean, that every single thing claimed in Morianity, is coming from the people in our localized reality; but because so much powerful fucking ass shit does fit together, and so much shit has been done to wipe me out; especially each and every time with a clockwork Swiss precision, that I try and expose these truths to the world; just as 'UFO-BUFFS' of the past, tried exposing their stuff, throughout lots of recent history. Look what the fucking shit keeps happening. I mean really people, can you believe in your fucking ass heart of all hearts, that first, anyone alive; me, Patterson, Dream Works, anyone, anywhere; could make up anything that is this fantastic, as these blogs of nearly 7 and a half fucking years? Then I must move to the next question that cannot help but arise like a teenaged boy's prick when three naked young honies are in his bedroom. Why would all the people in some huge twisted group of about 2500 beyond outlandishly distantly related cousins that you will never prove through Ancestry Dot Com, and can only be ascertained through the Church of the Mormons and my pals the Hair's, a while back; but why, 'why Jimmy why', are all these peeps acting the way they are, doing the things that they are; and I could go on and on? Now this is exactly what many many of my blogs are doing, unfortunately, with little positive results for poor old pathetic mother fucking little old cursed victim ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If all you want to look at here, is Ann and Dawn King, and Robert McGuire; eliminating about 90+% of other powerful shit; we could not miss this reality, and this pattern of bizarre behavior against me, with these twisted fucked up lovelies. They destroyed and ruined my entire life, AND THEY ARE NOT DONE WITH ME, not by a long shot, Mister Super Perry White Louigee Hangups Kent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W, does this asshole ever forget anything? DUH, that may be what eventually sinks WOMO's dam ship, YO. Time again if you want to, Mike McNulty, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.



Look great folks, I never said in three dimensions, all these wonderful persons have done all these things; but you cannot go dismissing stuff, and living in the caves forever. Not when Morianity has come along so fucking ass faithfully now, and explained all this great shit to the dam human race for so long, and it does have validity. I have posted the hatepage on me, I have posted a record of my song copyrights. What do you want, Roseann? Yeah, I know! DUH!



Thank you baby-blond 4 visiting me again last night, May 11.

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