8:31 PM-EDST, 13 JUNE, 2013, THURSDAY EVENING, around dusk

I NOW BEGIN TRANSMISSION OF THIS

MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00103

What nobody is aware of, is that huge things are around the corner, and is why the stock market is whip sawing and see sawing back and forth, like 50 powerful men playing Tug-Of-War, with 25 men on each side holding the rope. Eventually, one side will prove a little stronger. This is not just something recently beginning, and is more like something recently ending, a long journey, just about to be completed, only it still is not over, as the traveler may have been gone a million years and came from the distant stars, but home is yet an hour away, and robbers and murderers still await him along the roadway near to his home, and at any second, can finish this poor bastard off in one mighty fell fucking swoop. ?this is not some philosophy, and it certainly ain't poetry, so forget Shakespeare or Romeo and Juliet, or even similar names, this is DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS BULLSHIT, whether or not any of you are getting it yet or not, and very soon, you may just be going, oh yeah, that little fucking bastard said all that back on the cunt eating thirteenth night in June, and wow, now look at shit. That;s all you fucking need to know, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No this is not the crazy rantings of lunatic Mountainpen or even the nightly resurrections of Roseann Delaney or the one time resurrection of the great Lord and Master King Akoslem, also known as (AKA) Jesus Christ. Without delving too deeply into anything in particular in order to safeguard great things as much as is humanly Pennock-possible, I will only say this. The WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE woke me up very very very Hurricane Ingrid ill this morning with a sore throat so bad I wanted to punch a mother fucking hole in my wall. After lots of lozenge tablets and chewing on Buffered Aspirin for most of the day, I AM OK now, but I AM NOT ICY ISIS, lost in time, or chillier than an ice machine, with or without any Trinity chemtrails, hotels, machines filled with ice cubes, balconies to be dangled off of, or curly haired lost daughters of Carlisle Avenue, huh Ron Bustrips Wirtz, of the Camden County, New Jersey, Prosecutor's Office? Oh sir, I did plenty of legwork, as you so instructed me to do back in the mother fucking rotten middle nineteen-nineties, YO YO YO YO and not bounced around from town to town, or other such 1988 copyrighted shit in my fucking ass name! Ga'hed, say it Dad and Dawn-Marie, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Ga'hed, Mike McNulty, laugh out loud, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA! Morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all think you have all of the answers to everything. Even Einstein was totally fucking clueless about how to beat Roulette, using parallel event, time's reflection, and just why it makes sentient beings aware to roughly 400 tiny instant little pieces, each and every minute of the clock while they are in hyperspace. Wanna' really know a fucked up secret, not that anyone out here's gonna' fucking believe a dam ass word I say, BRO? This great man was unable to perform many simple tasks, including the tying of shoelaces until his fifteenth birthday, and even then, there are photographs of his shoes tied all his life, in loose knots, rather than bows. He, like me, was great at being able to see obvious things all around us that for reasons too lengthy and complicated, seem to elude the 99.999999999% of most sentient persons in hyperspace, or waking mortal tangible an material life. He was not all that good in math, and had many persons in his early days, helping him to actually physically work out into equations, all his ideas about the cosmos. When they seemed to fit together, he had the opposite thing happen to him that happens to me, a total 180 concentrically persisting reality from that of freaking ass mine. All his helpers vanished into obscurity, and he was left as the great publisher and total creator of the ''theory of general and special relativity''. This is the total opposite, and the entire Copyright Office and legal system of the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS KNOWS THIS PERFECTLY TOTALLY WELL; and that is for just one example, the project called Billy Harner 2000. You can Google up http://www.billyharner.com/ or click on the link here, and see his web-page, but you will see how I totally vanished out of all reality from anything pertaining to STUDIO PARK RECORDS, HIM, or for that matter, the illustrious and wonderful PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN. I have no issue with this anymore folks, and could care less, and you wanna' know why good folks? Because it is just all that much MORE FREAKING EVIDENCE IN MY FAVOR AND ON MY SIDE OF THIS ETERNAL BATTLE AND WAR, proving how someone or something, Captain Shatner and kid, have GONE OUT OF THEIR WAY WORKING TRIPLE SHIFT OVERTIME FOR DECADES NOW, to do all of this to me, in a continual pattern, relentlessly, without so much as a hint of ceasing any time or millennium soon. They made me deathly ill as they did to Mikey back on Sunday, and this is of course why the DOW JONES SHOT UP NEARLY 200 POINTS TODAY.

Personally, I do not care what any of you do, you mother fucking cunt eating swine, LAMBRIGG CULT! You and I have been fighting and dueling this out for all eternity, or really said more accurately, in eternity; as well as off of it when dreamed down into lower hyperspace waking illusions of solidity and materialization. This will change by the weekend folks, because I will be forever out of this world, or a change will be made. You will all say, down the road, Jesus fucking Christ all mighty, he told us, just like he told us all the DOW JONES WOULD HIT 20,000 BY THE SUMMER-TIME IN 2013, ANS 40,000 BY THE SUMMER-TIME OF 2015. YOU'LL SEE. But that is not important, Gina, and other believers. What is important is that I tell you a quick little squib here, and then I will be gone for a while, but you will understand its power as the days pass by. First off, not that many days back, my mother and the New Jersey branch of the lovely 1970-That-Family, or TAWF-'70, for short; were interacting in another universe in the hyperspace that I have conscious recall to, (I had a powerful and vivid dream) in other words; your words actually, that you insist upon; but what went down in that parallel reality is not germane at this moment in time, Senator Watergate Jacobson, and will be glossed over on this blog for right now. Some of you have forgotten my powerful words of hyperspace bleed-over and the example given on my blogs to any of you out here that may be interested in ultimate powerful truth, as I know Morty Mortino is, as this is now about his tenth strike on me today, on my right side, (the DEATH ANDROID or ANGEL), this time; but any-hoo folks, bleed-over was explained in an example with a lot of dry towels that all surround one soaking sopping wet towel in the middle. This was the best that I could do, but folks, you can manipulate stuff in all five dimensions, but it takes great skill, practice, and of course, something TAWF does not have a lot of for the most part, and that would be patience DMK being one of this fantastic family member with the least of all. Her true middle name was not Marie, it was 'Marightnow'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday late into the night, took a huge computer hack attack. Then hours later, my health was brutally and viciously struck by these filthy fucking bottom feeder sub-pigs. This of course shot the DOW up, and the chart below shows this. But before this is all said and done, I will prove that time travel is going on all around us, right under our noses, but in ways no mortal as of yet in this year, can even remotely begin to conceive of. It honestly is like the example of trying to explain the ocean to a person from the Colorado Rocky Mountains who never even saw an ocean on television or in a picture, let alone in actual reality. There you would be attempting to make one futile attempt with one example after another, but when the person actually would come to see it some day for real, they would say to themselves, shit man, nobody came close to describing it.

The world has wanted me to vanish away ever since I left high school. The movie done by the MTM Network back around 1996, depicted a small ocean attempt description example, in their great movie staring Mary Tyler Moore, called, “Secrets of the Rose Garden”. This is a MUST-C movie for all Believers of Morianity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only seeing it, AGAIN, explains just why it is such a MUST-C fucking ass show, I can only proclaim that it is now in words ladies and freaking gentlemen, YO! Now what happened back in fucking school that caused this planet's powerful controllers and owners, to desire this so much? Well, how many out here have read or remembered my older blogs that talk about the GODDESS SARAH JACOBSON, from school, along with Watergate, Steve the Jock, and so much more, huh Molly Ringworm Ringwald????????????????????????? This is just an opener for right now good folks. Well, Molly, you can hate the Microsoft Spell-Checker too, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was indeed, a very special girl. Too bad Mister Mackey would not let me run my cassette recorder that day, as a lot more was said in the shadows, than just the great bob Madison Club of the Teacher's Lounge, and a few who's sleeping around with who stories, that go hand in hand with any and all high schools all over the cunt eating country,. And most likely, the civilized world. Still, Mister McDowell, maybe I love my calendar girl and my calendars, and you loved taping as much as I did back then, but the real secrets have not even begun to speak out, right oh lovely Karen Upchuck Carpenter-83?????????????????????????????????

EVERY SINGLE DAY IS NOT HELL PEOPLE. YOU SEE, I EXIST

IN HELL.

Here is what is presently equalizing into my conscious space-time-mind illusion (what is happening around me presently), and it is not long and lengthy.

Should I be found dead in here, I am only just more than 58.5 years old, and was murdered, and demand an investigation and an autopsy outside of the United States, in a nation not friendly with this evil empire, or their all powerful, and all encompassing NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY.

Now, examine the secrets of the PARALLEL-EVENT-ROSE- GARDEN, MIZZ MOORE of the MTM NETWORK, old boss Patty Robertson, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

DOES THIS DUDE KNOW HIS ONIONS OR NOT GINA????????

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THIS IS MORIANITY, PART FIVE, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY VERY NICE DAY.

YOU ARE CONTINUING TO READ CHAPTER 00103. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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

LIGHTNING LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County, in New Jersey. Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands are tied. I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only, where RU when I need you, oh lovely AG of FLORIDA????????????????? PLEASE!!!!!!

December 12, 2006

More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)

http://youtu.be/Vqg3oty0JMU ** song from 1983 redone, YBCO (C) HIM, ME.

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.

At 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:

Interdimensional Technology (MP3) Android & Angel (MP3) 12th Planet (MP3)

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.

**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**

Sharkey says, 'HEY GIRL', Leticia Tilley, oh and also,

tell me if Marcus Muldanato, is still your bitch???

Now the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth. HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PHOTOGRAPH POSTED BY ME, IS THE COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY, WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?

An angry mother. Also, a little philosophy for you is as follows:

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

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.

You may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.

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.

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

CHAPTER 00100, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

***DYING LEGAL UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION***

IF I AM DEAD IN THIS UNIT 607 AT 601 AVENUE B, AT FORT PIERCE IN FLORIDA, USA-ES-MWG, I WAS MURDERED, AND MY BLOGS EXPLAIN ALL ABOUT MY MANY KILLERS, WITH VARYING DEGREES OF THEIR CULT-PABILITY, MCGUIRE.

Also, someone hacked my computer clock AGAIN, setting it back an hour. Fucking jerk off asshole; I must be so important to all of you, that you have nothing better to do with your cunt eating hum drum pathetic little lives, than to fuck with fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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 POINTS, 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 EXTREME SURVIVAL FUCKING 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!!!!!!!!!!

5555 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 '13^th 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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

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.

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.

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 & 25^th 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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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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THANK YOU FOR SEEING ME TODAY, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!

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Jupiter, Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.

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SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY

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“SKY-FLY-REFLECTIONAL MORNING HAIR SEASONAL SIEGE”

BEGINNING OF BLOG: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Work is hell. Weather is hell. Life is hell. Death siege is off the scales hell, things are mighty mother fucking bad-ass bad for mother fucking me, me' peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since “THEY” don't want to mother fucking back this shit hell nightmare off against me, and until MAGNESONIC KICKS IN WITH A MAJOR FUCKING COUNTERSTRIKE, YO, I am forced to use the retaliation of the tell, or the 'RED-HIGH' Roulette Code Attack.

All day, and worse in the 'AM', DONNALIGHTIMETRAVELERS, was major aerial siege, with huge monster fucking AM chemtrail action, just west of my area. So Jason Forest of WFMU, and Aquarius dirt bag fun makers; will things really be so ALL RIGHT IN THE AM, or is Miss Wescott gonna' come and rescue poor Salvador Ventura from his daddy's teasing, over in mother fucking Princeton, New Jersey, back in cunt lapping 1966?????? Sal, I know that you were sent back to 1966, to show me the magic shit that you do with your fingers, as without my learning about this, I would not have been as readily able to communicate with the lightning goddess Diana Arteemis, dog!!!!! Hence, your peeps had to know about 1983, back in 1966; something that the 'STAYERS' can only dream about.

So I will be known in the beginning of the thirties as the dude who cracked Reflectional Time, huh Sherri-Lee Pote Saturn? Wow, I am so impressed with myself, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!! Maybe my reflectional HAIR has time traveling significance to the 1980 copyrighted song in my name called, “THE MORNING LIGHT”. I mean my mom knew I had a ten year old kid, and kept her rotten fucking mouth shut, as did Mizz Yellow-sheets. Ziggy and the Reflections, how about Ronnie and the Jovi's; the gods cut me a break. A child can see it without Trump or any other of his kissed fucking ass mirrors, HAIR-AM. Tell me this is all a bunch of shit peeps, do it in good conscience now, some would say, GOD is watching, and others know, RULING THE EMPIRE, as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 102 stories and 102 name-number count, gee. Then there are the magic lyrics of Donna, huh Jason, and it is not on any HAIR album I have ever heard, except 4 yours. (DO YOU HAVE THIS, AQUARIUS RECORDS, AHA-AHA?)

“I MET A BOY CALLED FRANK MILLS, ON SEPTEMBER TWELVE, RIGHT HERE, IN FRONT OF THE WAVERLY; BUT UNFORTUNATELY, I LOST HIS ADDRESS. HE WAS LAST SEEN WITH HIS FRIEND, A DRUMMER HE RESEMBLES, GEORGE HARRISON OF THE BEATLES, BUT HE WEARS HIS HAIR TIED IN A SMALL BOW AT THE BACK. I LOVE HIM, BUT IT EMBARRASES ME, TO WALK DOWN THE STREETS WITH HIM. HE LIVES IN BROOKLYN SOMEWHERE, AND WEARS THIS WHITE CRASH HELMET. HE HAS GOLDEN CHAINS ON HIS LEATHER JACKET, AND ON THE BACK, ARE WRITTEN THE NAMES, MARY, AND MOM, AND HELLS ANGELS. I WOULD GREATFULLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU SEE HIM, TELL HIM; I'M IN THE PARK WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, AND PLEASE; TELL HIM ANGELA AND I, DON'T WANT THE TWIN TOWERS BACK, JUST HIM”.

On the Astral Plane, TWO DOLLARS means TWIN TOWERS. Gee, Al-kate-a, what will you fucking prick bitch eating bastards think up next to totally fuck my cock sucking life up at the speed of fucking light cubed, BRAHHHHHHH??????????????????????? Queen Kate, gimme a break MOVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS BLOG ENDS, OR SO IT DID IN ONE TIME LINE A WHILE BACK IN TWENTY-TEN. But now, we are going to move along with a little tale of the future, Mark Mohr, and others reading this dude's blog, both now, in the past, and in the future, all the exact same thing of course, on the fourth dimension. So how does one move onto this 4^th, or for that matter, the 5^th dimension, some just may be wondering? Well, you don't. You need to do what normal mathematicians rarely use in normal every day calculations, you need to skip from the 3^rd dimension, over to the 6^th dimension. Now how the mother fucking hell does one do that? Well, YOU don't. Your mind sort of does this little parlor trick. Your mind does not belong to you the way that you have always believed it does, folks. It exists as a separate piece of individuality while awake in 5^th dimensional hyperspace and indeed is you and your unique persona while you read this and right up from now until you are planted into the ground or burned to ashes in the crematorium. Poor little mother fucking you, MOUNTAINPEN, you are about to be fucking bombed out of existence over the next months and years, and you are too stupid to realize it. But up here in the fucking future, I know it, as that future is now to me, and this present that once was, is now my past. Donna, you will die in the spring of 2012, and your family will blame it on 911, the very mysterious song you sang that only I have, and maybe some of Jason Forrest's pals from fucking cunt WFMU. It certainly was not really a part of the real world HAIR ALBUM, not in this parallel universe or dimension. Ever since you were ten years old, Donna, you had a cigarette in your mouth, and old Andy Gaines let you smoke in the basement of that large Roxberry section of Boston, Massachusetts, home that he had, after you were in your teens. How 911 fits into your so called death from lung cancer, sure blows me away, my princess. Ann King told me that my oldest daughter is major trouble and to stay as far away from her as I possibly can for the rest of my life. Little did I know just how much she knew about her distant cousin back in 2009 while I lived in that FBI agent's home with her and her daughter Dawn-Marie, over on 13^th Street, huh Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas, or have you moved since those lovely days, kind sir? In any event, I hoped that law enforcement would realize a little bit of what I am up against all these years since Paula King came over to my apartment and raped me a second time, in June of 1996. Funny how 1980 and 2008 have inverted numbers and these two years were the only big years in recent times, for the Phillies Baseball Club to win the World Series. Then another set of inverse years were the two years of my dam rape, 1969 at age 14 and a half, and then 1996 when I was 41 and a half, hell, even the age was inverted digitally, and I blogged these truths before Nick abducted me in my sleep, and took me into the future; to see this great game, or really not the game, but the date that the celebration occurred, which was on Halloween Day, as were the dates that I sent my musical projects to the Copyright Office in 1994, 2005, and 2007. So this also means that I blogged this before the great and late Harry Callas copied my talking about the INVERTED YEARS OF THE PHILLIES SUCCESS, and hay, that's cool, I don't mind. I am quite flattered, just as I am flattered by Diana Ross's chain reaction, and so, indeed; that really is the way it goes, Ziggy Malyeska. I am flattered more than anything however, by my daughter's 1997 song, as there is no way she did not send me a message that she remembered who she was at that time, and also that my 1983 song, GITYA, was all a part of some super game that this eternal and all mighty teen queen goddess was operating in and through. Still, this goddess is very highly dangerous, and all anyone needs to do to prove me right, is to read the FIRST OLD TESTAMENT, written down long before MORIANITY was ever penned, or started way up in 1995, only now it is back in 1995. I asked if we could start trying to get along earlier today. Go ahead, just read my blog from earlier on this date, and then read up through here, and voile' folks; I guess we all got to learn what HER answer was to that request, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Well, so much for 'forgiving' all mighty goddesses, great hotels with or without vacancies, copyright offices in Washington, 600-13, DOC; and all of the rest of the filed categories of SUPER GIRL, JENNY JOHNSON, or SUPER 8, WOW, what a discovery this all was. I think I'm in a fast talking monotone brain freeze on an island off of Venezuela, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE good folks, and remember, it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. This is why I had the wonderful lovely Donna, do my tune that I wrote in 1977, and copyrighted, called, “LOST LOVE”. Well from Dante's inferno to Dogtown, and from Lawn Mower Men to dogs learning how to whack weeds under blaring hot suns for minnina kalpa; the best thing for me to do now, is to realize that I can do nothing. She all ready proved that SHE could create the entire creation, off everybody except for 'eight' magical Jeanette Highview People, and then send her best friend to the bottom of the bay for stealing the boy she liked so much in non hyperspace. Laugh time, Ashley Tinsdale; and all other 'hanging' Huntington's and Hammonton's.

See you in the fucking ass funny papers, elevator man, Jimmy Cement Business Stuart, YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAA. Fly specks, yeah, you go, sanitarium owner; you knew the real shit all along, and without any giant wabbits, so a real WHAAAAAAAA to you!

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament” (I edited out the hack date).

first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo

Saturday, June 21, 2008----THIS IS A TOTAL MUST READ!!!

MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN

HUGE COMPUTER HACK 8 at night, first day of SCUMMER 21 June, oh-8, Saturday Elton John night But not Donna devil all right. THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME———BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere; but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while longer; I instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways. Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and bright glaring type of eyes, just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as 'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut, dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about it. She said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in ‘83. He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried to beat him up, and keep him away; but he just seems impervious, and will not stop creeping around. He is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R not on my side, they must do what they R told by higher councilmen, and she was talking Millionth. I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, Y not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this and all the Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and share, she was extremely angry. I must remember that she is the great queen, and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS RULE, but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy, remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and I RULE, U GOT THAT”? I solemnly just looked down and submissively said, “I know U do my great all powerful lovely mighty queen”. She took my hand and told me that she did not have to tell me about the 2 letters back 9 years ago, and help me construct my idea foundations that R literally responsible 4 where I am today in figuring out so much incredible stuff. I asked her Y she used the sending of 2 blank letters rather than just come 2 me as she is doing right now and talk to me straight up? She laughed softly and squeezed my hand a little, watching me wince from the sudden small bit of pain that her more powerful grip than B4 was causing, and after a 5 or so second pause, simply said, “I am the Millionth Council, and what I say, goes. The part of them that calls themselves the Lambriggers is still totally under my complete control”. She told me 2 listen again 2 her CD and study it even more carefully. The answers to much of my concerns, is all contained in the lyrical content, and what she says, MC-SAYS; just as the CD says that it does. Never doubt me or try 2 run away from what I am planning 4U, she went on also 2 tell me. I said 2 her, “would U please give me a real waking world sign so that I can know and tell that this is not a silly dream”. She responded with the yellow and chocolate cakes that I purchased at the Incollingo’s grocery store, along with the receipt, and the van that stalked me just after last Christmas, and went on to tell me she is angry that I have unsealed some of the concepts regarding laser trace, and reminded me that the rules cannot B broken. It is part of a plan, and that if it was not so, there R those close 2 me, in this incarnation; that I would retrace, as I miss them. She then told me she would give me 2 huge and totally unmistakable signs to appease my non-belief. One sign is that just because the English alphabet pronunciations of the sounds 'BLU' and 'CRAN' R totally the same on astral worlds, they R not the same in English speaking waking mortal worlds. I told her I knew this. She went on 2 say that my punishment for doubting and disobeying my mighty Queen Mariah, is that she has now placed me into a world where I have blogged the facts in reverse, as Hammonton is the world U now live in. It is not Chatsworth, New Jersey. I have reversed the realities while U were here with me in this interaction, and now your town is Hammonton and this is the Blueberry capitol of the world. She went on to say that I was not supposed to tell about the tap boxes of blue-yellow, nor the saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote and cousin Petee Pote. I must obey my queen or ELSE. She said my second sign will B when I try to do my next blog. I will wake up in the MW and not B able 2 work the computer. I asked her if she will always love me as her ‘89 song promises, as deep within her, she knew even then, that she was my Sarah-Stacey. With that I walked over to the strange dude with the weird sort of peace sign logos all over his bright green jersey, and told him to leave her alone, or I would tear his lungs out, and squeeze them like rung out wash cloths; and he instantly burst out laughing, and the next thing I knew, it was July 4th of 1970, and I was in the same exact dream all along with TAWF, “THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY”, that was what was all in the dream. It was the same dream, and like a wormhole in consciousness; one end was in 2008 physically, while the other end was in early July of ‘70. He yelled at me, 'look who’s talkin’ about bloody washcloth lungs all oozing bright red, it is U, booby, not me, ha, ha'. I knew that if I could just wake up now, it would B July of 1970 again, and it really would have. I did. I jumped off of Tom Reale’s large bed at the Cornwall Avenue home and yelled, it is 1970 over and over. I went out and ran down towards the ocean, and when I got there; the entire sky and sea was not as I had remembered it at all. It had become the backdrop on the homepage of the Morianity Foundation, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com. The giant 6 foot 7 inch Sarah-Stacey came right out of the sea, she is the sea aniwho, and grabbed me and kissed me, and the next thing I know, I am awake laying here in my trailer residence, and it is after 4 in the afternoon. Sure enough I went 2 use the computer, and nothing, it would not move, nothing would work, not a bloody dripping washcloth thing. I called the Easy Staples Store where I purchased it, and told them that it would not go off, just showing a blank monitor TV screen saying, “EXT 3, S-VIDEO”. The computer department guy told me to shut the battery-backup box off and wait 20 seconds. Then he said turn it on, and so I did. After 2 reboots, it works again, but the HP adviser still is not properly loading up. I can not shout out 2 the FBI 4 help; no one can fight the great Mariah; and she most definitely RULES and RULES, 4-EVER AND 4 EVER. UR my mighty queen, and I am only your endless humble servant, my giant beautiful love. Please forgive me, oh mighty QUEEN MC.

Google Search Engine, Satellite World Interconnect System [SWIS], World Laboratories of the future in time illusion, this is a dying mans utterance and declaration. I must obey the commands of the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, I have no choice, SHE RULES THE EMPIRE, from 34th Street, to the end of the hypersphere and beyond, wow, talk about miracles Mizz Wood, and O’Hara!!!!!!!!! Copyright 2008, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. This is all the total truth and also doubles thereby as a legal document. This is voluntarily sworn testimony in any Grand Jury future proceeding. No omissions nor additions 2 this powerful and totally honest truth told in this web-logging-doc exist anywhere herein.

Another SUPER BOTBAR weekend and scummer open.

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The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, June 13, 2013

MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CIII KING NEBNOOSHOO FOREVER SCREWED

HELP ME PEE , YOU HAVE BEEN OUT OF HERE SINCE MARCH 29th, and now it is JUNE 13, girl.