Do
these falls in a barrel Brit Cracker-TV,
and you'll BE C.O.
Master
sheet for posting YBCO remake song, onto Wordpress Blog-site.
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
00128.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
MAJOR
FUCKING TYPICAL PERSECUTION IS STARTING MOTHER FUCKING UP, FOLKS,
SHORTLY PAST THREE THIS SCUMDAY-SUNDAY AFTERNOON, FIRE ALARMS,
FOLLOWED BY THE ILLEGAL JERK OFF BACK AFTER A FEW DAYS OFF, PRAISE
TRIPPLE-GODDESS, AND NOW IS HERE, BOOM SLAN, BOOM, SLAM, BANG, ZAM,
ADAM FUCKING BATMAN WEST, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucker is sick in his head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
folks, I am allowed such short little mother fucking resits of peace;
ever since the day, my cunt eating mom, dropped me on my head. 'Funny
funny funny', Sheila Franklin Labteks.
First
off ladies and gentlemen, it is around four in the fucking afternoon
on Sunday, July the fucking fourteenth, in 2013. Chapter
00127-A Blog on Morianity's Part-5,
was one and the same thing with my chapter called, HELP ME FCC
MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, or whatever I titled it on the BLOGGER site that
night when I could not get anything I did on my open office word
document to paste into the blogging box. Eventually, they allowed a
tiny bit of it to paste in, and so I gave my Wordpress blogging
address and anyone can still go and view my full blog at
http://www.mountainpen.wordpress.com/
so
please enjoy reading it up there. Some things won't work at the
Wordpress site but will work at the Blogger site, while other things
will work at the Blogger site, but will work at the wordpress site. I
am sure that if I was a computer geek-guru, there would be ways to do
what I want, and on top of that, and by the way I have a new hack
like
the old library fucking ''BUT'' 'TIME-DAUT-HACK',
funny-funny, still; I was trying to say before the ''on an don an
don'' newest shit, and just the 'D' being dropped completely
recently, when I am saying 'AND' and it just comes out making me look
like a fucking dumb ass fool, ''AN''. Aniwho, Flo and YO, and all
boxes, balls, and techno-stuff that is no where near as advanced as
my process called, ''Keyboards From Peta-Hell'' ® that is a combined
grouping of already existing machines and settings that really, is a
precise formula, so that using it, permits wild new shit to be done
in the fucking audio world, of course Donna was pissed off and said
so in 1983; when
I invented the thing
four years earlier, in Mantua, New Jersey; AHA
AHA AHA AHA MIKE MICK-N!!!!!
Some
scum fucking bag is HACKIBNG ME, THIUS IS RAPIDLY
APPROACHING A MAJOR FUCKING BOTBAR ATTACK DAY,
A---G---A---I---N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOSO-WEIN, YO!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCCCCC
YOU
KNOW WHAT TO DO, AND YOU KNOW WHEN TO BRENDA MOORE GIBBSBORO NEW
FUCKING JERSEY, DO IT!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-CG-189,
CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!
So
why are things quiet for three days give or take, and then suddenly
out of a chemtrailess sky of silence as though I don't have a mother
fucking care in the cock sucking world, SHAZAM and GOLLLLEEY
SARGE CARTER, UNITED STATES MARINE FUCKING CORPS, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO????????
Well there are sometimes, some clues infuckingdeed, YO! Yes folks,
Aniwho Flo-YO and all others, boxes and balls and other
'invisibilities' and non McHales's Navy War Tub PT's, or AKA
PARLOR-TRICKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, we don't need to discuss my techno-pop
nightmares, it has gotten me into a lot of hassles and even some non
lying rhyming Krassle's, but still, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT, YO, I
have some other shit for my old yesteryear pal, mister freaking non
bloody-shoe Warner and his BRO, BRAH!!!!!!! My miseries are 99%
caused by others and 1% caused by me. UI do not believe the old adage
that I am my own worst enemy. There is an accuser in this cosmos and
he has done a superb and splendid mother fucking job of always making
innocent little me appear so evil and rotten and fucking ass guilty
at all sorts of nasty shit. Yeah, but as I already knew two days
before the weekend ever even came around, what I hate even more than
the innocent being trashed, is the guilty walking out of the
courtroom. Notice I did give you all the clue, and I'll re-print it
on this blog, so do not skip old appearing blogs, it will be there,
and dated, and this time, fucking underlined and color font altered,
WHAAAAAAAA!!!!! I really wanted to talk today about some powerful
fucking shit, but all this siege bullshit is getting in my fucking
way, and we will just have to get to it later on, and I'll just have
to fucking DEAL WITH IOT ANOTHER TIME, COPYRIGHT INSURANCE EXAMINERS
OF 2013, WEEEE-NA WELLS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO DOGS,
WOLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still disagree with David Roth on the
pussy command and not looking at all of this as OTAMMIC related. He
is ENTITKLED TO HIS MASHELL
DANIELS OPINION,
LOVELY WORLD, as am I, BRO.
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-dogs, AKA (L-4), here is the fucking
shituation, for you and also, Inspector Louigee Kent Super Henderson:
If this does not stop, I will do something huge. They will have to
fucking murder me and get away with it before 2020, as I believe in
fucking symbolism, and since all of this was so new in 2010, and I
also thought that visual clarity was a powerful symbol regarding ten
years later than 2010, and we are talking about my next census
report, and my COMING
CLEAN ABOUT THE TRUTH
as I now know it and to the best of my knowledge. You won't stop this
fucking shit, then fine, enjoy the next six and a half years, and
then watch the rocking and rolling that will make the World War Two
Jap bombs both look like a few kids playing with mother fucking
sparklers on when else, Louise Hendershodt, red termination symbols
of the future, and all! But I am not waiting 6+ years. This shit
stops against me FUCKING NOW, JULY-2013, or no matter how you may
back it off in the second half of 2019 to cool off my retaliation
temper, JUCTICE WILL BE DONE. No there is not much justice in the
CJS, as we all found out, and I already knew, but let me tell you
something. If it was me that did not listen and obey a direct order
from an emergency dispatcher, I also can already tell you which way
the vote would have gone. Don't believe me, don't for that fucking
matter believe one dam thing about me or morianity. You don't dare,
any more than the fucking world air force systems dare believe stuff.
It is too dam horrible to believe, and if they do know a little bit
of
the
real truth called EXPLORATRONICS,
well, my point is made 99 ways over from Sunday morning in fucking
church!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please
for one dam minute, Admiral Spock-1986, don't even think about any
kind of nonsense such as I did not have major shit to fucking impart
today to my Morians, but shit happens, and I get slowed down, and
think about it, gee really, just a coincidence, or do other 'friends
of mine out here in this wild fucking cosmos', also
know shit,
out of regular time, as do I; because they understand and live in 5-D
(STM)??????????????????????? Patty Jane made a great final show.
Study it, for those who may
have taped it
off the TV as I did. You will C my dam ass blogs really start to come
to life. No we are not making this all up as we go along, but at
least, it's press, and right now, I'll take any
of it,
not fucking 'ODF' hacker fucking scumbags, that 2 is back on a
fucking roll, YO YO YO!!! Folks, when I do tell you what I am going
to be really getting into next, you will either be a new person and
half fucking nuts for a little while, or you will decide to
permanently disown morianity, but I must take that chance, as some of
the already few REAL friends of my movement, can just tell a few or
tell a few or tell a few, and it virals out. But for now, I have not
told some things that I thought I never would ever be telling, but
Barnabas sir, as you said to that lovely poor blond victim of yours
in the late sixties, YO, “You give me NO CHOICE”, and then you
Roseann Delaney'd off her dam neck, and I remember it like it is
happening right now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a flower-Wing I have, my Floridians, Mucho sickem swalen
cherundo, or however it really is spelled, right Flash Gordon Joseph
Army-man Berrios????????????????? 1989 is yesterday evening to me,
folks, so is 1986, Sarah Karge, my lovely angel from the heavens,
well, you know you are a lot more than just that, but we will keep
things discreet, at least for 6 and a half years, or until this backs
off.
Yes
peeps, I
have always been smart enough to realize
that I needed to use my
music
and the great
Copyright Office,
to cover myself; as I know way too fucking much, and so I needed to
be covered
with © Insurance,
as
I have termed it.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENA
WELLS!!!!!!!!!
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STILL,
INSURANCE OR NO INSURANCE, HOW DID I KNOW BACK SO FAR IN TIME,
TO USE THIS AS A SYSTEM TO
PROTECT MYSELF FROM HORRIBLE COSMIC DANGEROUS ENTITIES? THE ANSWER
WAS NEVER HIDDEN FROM YOU, FOLKS. I KNEW IT VIA S-T-M,
(Space-Time-Mind). There simply is
NO other way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA!
Well,
also, how did I know this, Sir Joe Friday, with or without collecting
any dead bull's ears????????? What?
THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No,
I cannot prove to the standard of court evidence, 99% of what I claim
has all gone down in my life on these blogs of Mountainpen. Many
very bad people walk away from the court room free individuals,
also, every day. Don't make more out of things than my words, but
really folks; do you really think that just because I cannot wake up
tomorrow morning into a world that recognizes me and what I have gone
through, that I'll just sit here like a fool, and accept total
fucking defeat? Can any of you out here really be that dam
nuts????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Well,
I need to prepare me ol' din-din, fighting OTAMM or the fucking
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE as you know by now mister Island Joel pal, is a
full freaking job, something I've said nearly since the days you
yourself got screwed in that rotten deal, oh well, the old joke still
goes around, don't buy a FORD, and I already have three of the
abbreviations, and will not say them or slander them, as I have heard
fro very reputable and trust worthy sources, that old Henry's gang
cleaned up their act in the late nineties, and make a perdy dern good
vehicle now, unlike when I was growing up and you would even get beat
up if Daddy drove a FORD. The cool days of my youth were the Chevy
days. Screw the expensive crap. I could have a billion in the bank
and I'd stay with the American working class automobile, like the one
I drive now, a 2004 Dodge Neon. Status symbols inpress me like
fizzled out farts in a contest. Here is one example where LFLD does
not have to follow suit, still, those things are to be expected, and
as I told about my soon to be EX-PAL Mikey, the rich need to
segregate far away from all of us poories, and it is the fault of us,
not them. Would you like to be hounded for money folks,
24-7-365.2422? Nobody would unless they're fucking nuts as
shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM
SLAM, BING BANG BONG BOOM, how I hate these miserable mother fuckers
with a passion and would love to throw them right cunt lapping off of
the fucking Empire State Building, three times a day. Now that would
be some serious fucking fun, retracing them, and doing it three times
daily. Then a year later I would say, HAD ENOUGH? As I said folks,
just wait until I fill out my fucking 2020 census form, I know
Linda-Lee
Norman Horn will end up with K-Mart pants!
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Anyone
can join and the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs and
the Morianity-Project:
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paranormal
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Hammonton,
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Introduction |
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness. |
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Interests |
I
close my mind to nothing |
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Favorite
Movies |
all
old movies |
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Favorite
Music |
most
old music |
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Favorite
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The
winds of war, Time
travelers from our future, Gone
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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.
Now
before we complete the blog, please see this:
The
State Attorney General, Mizz Bondi won't help me or believe me, so
you won't be seeing her pretty little face on the blogs any more. But
I know what I know, folks, and I know that someone is intentionally
mother fucking trying to cause me endless misery, and major hassles;
eventually leading me to one of three eventualities. A tomb, a sike
commitment without any wild out of time and tune musicians (eat your
hearts out Dave and Darius), or where else, land of recurring fields
of danger nightmares, but PRISON. If the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
had their druthers, the order would be, confined to a box six feet
below the ground, confined to prison, or confined to a state sike
horse pistol, as old Bruce Imperfect only-human Pennock would say
this so long ago, by most mortal standards and points of view. He has
no idea who his biggest fan is, and has been for so long; and I am
not gonna' give the dude a big head, and look him up, and show him
all this shit. We have enough people walking around this fucking
world thinking that they're just so dam ass all that times ten to the
power of ninety, and so why should I aid in increasing the number and
count of bozos such as this, Mister
Patrick Jane?
Still, I feel so sorry for him and his show, and I knew the night
that super Red John list last episode aired, that things would end up
CANCELLED
AGAIN,
just as what
happened in April of 1971,
with the great fucking serial television show, “Dark
Shadows”;
for daring to really get folks slowly indoctrinated, through a long
time believable plot, that indeed; there
really is a Lenny McKannon,
or you know, all joking aside; maybe it is really smarter if I just
say, THE DEVIL, as this is a moving entity, and can go from place to
place, and the great holy words say this exactly, how he walks on the
Earth from place to place, to and fro to cause havoc, and fucking up
all the shit he wants to, and has a major goal and plan, to wipe out
anything connected with the Huntington Family, of which my DNA-CHAIN
is directly along, and other powerful folks too, let us leave shit
right there, lads and lassies, OK, John King? Yes Diana, I see you,
you lovely gorgeous baby-blond, in your mortal world form as a
channel of delicious beautiful
electrons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
peeps who read Morianity,
are wondering why I use words like ''hostilitygram'', originating
from two words strung together, STAR TREK-TNG, style, with their
great and cool holo-deck, HOSTILITY HOLOGRAM, so let me try
explaining this to y'all right now, quick, down, and dirty flat out,
so you can really ''get it'', once and for all. This dovetails into
my point for right now, and IS NOT an old blog, but may appear
DEJA-VU FAMILIAR, as things all blend together, and this is really a
world of energy in real truth, and then our brain's consciousness
machinery, divides by C-SQ, so that this truer reality is then
transformed for our connected awareness in being, into the matter
world where we are now living and typing or reading, and 'whatever'
Bob Andrews of Oak Street, old 'BUDDY' of the Forget-Me Club!!!
Every
miracle that has ever resulted in somebody being canonized, is
explainable entirely in five full dimensions, but we all exist
materially in only three. There is a way to actually do more than all
of the 'Steve Hawking types' ever have yet to do, and it will be told
in both an instructional way as well as in a journal story-telling
way, but when I am all through, this world will topple right on its
ass. I know a lot more than any of my mother fucking enemies think I
do. Yes
Diana, I love you, and I see and hear you, BABY-BLOND
love doll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOLKS,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,
when you see a new post with some old and familiar writings, do not
just log off. It may start old seeming as a repeat, but will merge
into brand new stuff, proving to you, that indeed, time is pure
illusion in three dimensions, and further proving how life does
indeed GET
US STUCK AND TRAPPED, INTO CYCLES,
and much much much much fucking ass more, this is just a scratching
of the dam surface of shit, believers, YO! I love you so much,
LIGHTNING, you are all around me, and making me so very happy, lovely
wonderful awesome girl!!!!!!
GOLLLLLLEEY, Sargent Carter, why is this all happening to me,
MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
one day too late, I'll come looking for you, I'll no longer know who
you are. Remembering a girl, from my little boy world; and doing my
best to forget who you are. Yes you are my STACEY,
the great Sarah-Stacey,
you're more than a girl; at the shore. You sent her to me so that I'd
love you too, but instead I forgot even more.
WOW,
do you think I ever wanted to forget you, BEG?
Yes,
they are trying to cleverly throw me into the street, and I
need your help, TRIPLE
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thankx
for all your help, PAM! HIP HIP HURRAY FOR THE GUILTIES, AND BE
DAMNED TO THE INNOCENT!!!
Folks,
please do not mistake the prior blog for a re-post. I am trying to
walk you through the truth about SPACE-TIME-MIND,
and real honest reality. It will give intentional deja-vu effects,
but I assure you that NEW MATERIAL is all throughout it, and will
always be, in any higher numbered chapters of posted MORIANITY, right
straight through to the end of the fucking
blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE
SUCKS, SO DOES MICROSOFT, SO DO ALL THESE
CRIMINALS,
AS IF YOU DON'T MAKE THEM RICHER WITH YOUR
HARD EARNED FUCKING MONEY,
THEY WILL BURRY YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY TO DO, TO NETWORK AND
EXPAND. THEY HAVE TAKEN MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL LINK AND WIPED IT OUT, AND
HAVE PUT ME IN A GROUP WITH MILLIONS OF VIEW CUSTOMERS MAKING ME
STAND OUT LIKE A RETARDED MOTHER FUCKING FOOL, JUST PRECISELY WHAT
THIS FUCKING
MAGIC BULLET FAMILY
INTENDED TO DO ALL ALONG, PATRICK
JANE.
I GOT YOUR FUCKING MESSAGE, AND IT COST YOU YOUR FUCKING SHOW. I KNEW
IT WOULD; FUCK THESE MONSTERS, YO YO YO YO YO.
HTTP://YOUTUBE/PAULAKING2011
WOW,
I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEANT, COUNSELOR TROI.
Beginning
here, I will do what I said I was going to do and now wish I had, as
I should not tell everything that I do, even if nobody is reading any
of it except for my lovely and wonderful government, who really, I
have nothing against, and suppose if the positions of them and myself
were reversed, I'd be doing pretty much the same thing to me, after
all, they seem to all ready know the future somehow and know I would
love to terminate this entire choir, multiverse, cosmic totality, or
whatever name you may wish to assign the situation of physical
existence.
I
knew the Doogie Howser thing would get somebody's attention, and it
was not a last second thought. I put it together around the time that
I may have been industry contacted by someone who had reason to be
anxious and wondrous about the Astral Plane, as of yet, this is not
known to me, but as for my “BLOGAUD”, I no longer care who they
are, or that they could care less about my music. Being an artist, we
are all very temperamental people, and tend to get up set about
things that seem unfair at times, regarding our talents or lack
thereof, and this is always something that is in the opinion of the
present time collective of humanity, as Vincent Vangough knows only
too well, or sure did, ouch that must have hurt. I love ignorant
Microsucks Spellchecker, and I know both Vangough, and temperamental,
are not correctly spelled here; and this rotten thing is of no help
at all.
One
thing is for sure, after time of calmer reflections, and that is that
the NSA would not e-mail a comment to me or post it directly to the
Wordpress, asking me about the Astral Plane. I believe that whoever
is interested in my words, may just be beyond my ability at this
present time, to properly understand. Of course, until 2008 began,
look at what else was at that time and before, totally beyond my
furtherest ideas and grasps. I do know how to add two plus two. I
know that Doctor Howserfiction was fiction, but at the same time,
based on a powerful piece of knowledge, the same powerful people who
back then in 1989, all ready knew the future, in this parallel
universe, of myself, and all of THAT FAMILY, AKA “TAWF”. So
whoever is out here, you just go on being real mysterious, and maybe
you think you have won something by seemingly ending MORIANITY. Here
is what you really have won, after more Sidney Crown Mirror Time. I
now can blog anything I want to, make a cut and paste copy on my
Office 3.1, and cross not over, but OUT, what cannot be safely said
publicly, right Mister Billy Graham, old pal? You of all people know
what is going on, and has been since that crusade; and about my own
wild distant father's side family of bizarre cousins; and you were no
different than all other public figures, doing the Detective Ed Green
thing, I suppose, or really, what he was railing against to the
person who did not want to cooperate, and was afraid of losing a job
situation. I know that the physical world has rules and regulations
that most folks follow. I don't. I am not from this world, even
though my body did experience a birth in this miserable place. Any
real powerful EXPLORATRONIC part of this BLOGAUD knows this only too
well. I managed to get the attention of the largest financial
institution on this planet, but I already had it, as anyone with half
an ounce of brain matter knows; unless they have no television. I did
my best to do just that, Mister King, and it did not work all that
well. Now my question, and I know it will go unanswered, Mister
McKinnon; and admit to lying to all ready knowing everything, but
hay, it is hard to tell a twenty something person that they don't
know everything, come on, let us all be a bit honest here folks. But
as for STAR TREK, TNG, and Counselor Troi, she said it was like being
blind, not having her extra sense, and I am just left to wonder how
more than seven billion folks out here can live with such limited
FEEL-SENSE. No one has more than five senses, but the sense of FEEL,
differs in major degrees between us; and mine seems to be a million
times more than all of yours. I do not let things go past me. I
experience it all, and really in total honesty, I ENVY
the hell out of all of you blind people out there. The
cosmos is shouting so loud it is deafening. To you it remains
silence. One tiny example if I may, from my kid's great 2009 movie.
The talk in her office when Gabby is asking about her heritage, after
less than two years of the time that I told about my leaving the
CHECKERS in Atlantic City, directly 'across', hmm hmm, from the water
company, the ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, or the
ACMUA, if you wish to GOOGLE it. I specifically told how I ran into a
worker from there, and asked him about the great SARAH, and David
Roth was with me, and how he said, “Oh, Mizz Martinez”, after I
said CALLIO. To all of you, this whizzes over your heads, and a
million and ninety four other things as well, but NOT TO ME, and I
only wish that I, like all of you, COULD
indeed, TUNE THIS SHIT ALL OUT; but I CANNOT. Now that my
feast is on and crossed over, I hopefully made my point and explained
how my sense of FEEL is a bit higher than yours, whoever you are out
here, or is it, as I do not know what powers are indeed, out here, as
whoever you are; you are, and choose to remain, very mysterious; and
it leaves me to ponder the great mystery, along with all of the
others, and remember; I have the GAWNUM, and I have not stopped
blogging, and I will go on keeping files and records of my entire
life, to pass down to the future of humanity; no matter how much
someone or something appears to be trying to stop me from doing just
mother fucking that. Oh folks, I know you love the word coincidence,
and that is fine and well, but my question back to you burns eternal.
Why are the LAW AND ORDER show, people, the prosecutors, allowed
their opinion that coincidence is bull shit, and I am a tin foil hat
crazy for merely agreeing with them? Hay, I may be wrong a few times,
but I will bet my god dam ass hole, that I am right a lot more than I
am wrong; and you know who would agree with me, if he was one of the
magic folks in the BLOGAUD, a man named David Leigh Smith, from
Haddonfield, New Jersey, in 1970, right Mizz Zenkiss
Blackboards?????????
Yes,
you can believe this entire internet is fixed by these world owners
that I have labeled the WOMO, or you can believe that it is one huge
life long 40-50 year straight coincidence, that I am for reasons
totally not important and never will be, good enough to be stolen
from, good enough to be despised and hated, good enough to be used
and used all up with bright or dim lights, good enough to be judged,
condemned, copied, ripped off, and destroyed totally; just not good
enough to be acknowledged as someone who exists in this world with
the same equal rights to express my free opinions in an open forum,
or simply be a free and nonoppressed cocitizen of this planet. The
collective of this planet has made some wild choice, in the eighties,
maybe even before that time; I do not have enough data to make a
really informed total judgment call here, but I know what I know, and
will admit that when I don't, then dam it, I don't!
No
matter what I post, most folks that I do know tell me that they can
never even get up to my sites, at least this was true until mid way
into 2012 or early in the year. Four people from the HARVEST place,
all told me that; and swore to it on their parents present or future
graves. They did not like me asking them to do that, but they did it.
People in this time period have their superstitions, and I will make
the most of this, and use it as a weapon when necessary. I am left no
choice from this behavior when I am under this wild and unexplainable
life long attack from an all powerful and all encompassing invisible
enemy, with no resolution or possible reclamation. Now for the good
part, and this has been told and blogged before.
This
proves that I, and this is just your words and your ideas of present
times, either died, went into hell; or some other thing of equal
power and value, has indeed happened to me, somewhere in the
neighborhood of three decades ago, give or take a little bit. What I
will say proves this. In the early and middle eighties, when all of
you who lived back then, were wondering where your transistor switch
was hiding behind your elbow, and your cable wires were wrapped
around your butts, I was online with two systems that most folks are
clueless about even today. One I have jokingly referred to on blogs
as the original telephone internet connection, and the other was the
Magnetic Sound Computer System. I was able to do things that still
cannot be done, and was envied, and many asked me how I did things.
Even the great © Office was amongst the group who asked me HOW
certain things were done. Suddenly, I fell through this wild time
warp, and found myself in a reverse reality, where everyone else can
do all these wild things, on these new computers, and this new world
order internet, that IS OWNED, and anyone not able to see that, is in
a real deluded little fantasy; along with candy canes, lolly pops,
and the Elf Club of Santa, Easter Bunnies, and the whole dam smack.
Suddenly, the entire world for me flipped up side down, and right as
this was all in the stages of forming this switched reality of a
sort, there was my priceless adorable mother, in the mix. She would
continuously hassle me with that ridiculous, or so I thought at the
time, and no longer do; “How would you like it if YOUR DAUGHTER
said or did such and such”, whenever I would say or do something,
that displeased her. This too, has been 'previously' blogged, and I
very carefully made sure I hit the 'correct key' there, as cosmos
loves to screw with me at all the precise wrong times,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Well
people, I have read this over, and have decided that it posts up, as
is; but should I ever wish to tell things too private, I will be
reading a COPY VERSION, and you will then be reading it, and suddenly
will see, without having to buy any music at the Walmart Store,
something like this, blah-blah-blah, and I then went over to the
******/**************/*************/************/ and so forth and
this will allow me to type whatever I want, and post up an edited
version blog with ease. So far, I am being bold and audacious, and I
don't give a fuck, so there. Good night Doogie. Good night NSA. Good
night, all other kind folks.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENA
WELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER 00121
9:35 POST MERIDIAN, 8 JULY,
2013, MONDAY EVENING
*Thursday, April 19, 2007*
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN-----041907.645
I sittith here not at Ed Himacane's, but @ Eddie Himacane’s place, on this Thursday morning.
MESSAGE 2 THE EPITOME OF JAG OFFS AND THEIR DAUTS:
I have not been web logging 4 a week, and there is so much 2 say, there will in no way B time today 2 tell 2 much of all of the details. I certainly should not need 2 say that, precisely as I predicted, every single day, there is FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, and U know the rest, MORE FULL EVIL EMPIRE, meaning simply, UP & LOSE, UP & LOSE, UP & LOSE, and U get it, UP AND LOSE, PHILLIES LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET INDUSTRIAL 30 STOCKS, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, and yes , I presume Dr. Livingston that U get the picture, UP, UP, UP, AND UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am just crazy and do not know what I am talking about when I tell the world public about PARALLEL EVENT TECK, then Y am I always right, between 80 and 100 percent of the time? First, let me ask any of U this simple question, do U have a personal stock broker that can accurately call the market like I can, yeas or freaking no??????????????? Do U have a pal that can tell U what to place book with your bookie on, and know the mob won’t ever break your legs, except possibly because they think U have inside info and want in on it, and won’t take no 4 an answer. If I can prove myself like I do, and there certainly is no IF about it, then Y will no one listen 2 me? Notice how the BON/BORN problem that started a nightmare hell death siege last week 4 me, when I was trying 2 finish up my last blogging, TWIMCFTHM--#10, mixed in with that astral plane unidentified aircraft that was taking Ed’s roof off? Well it ended up posting up on the BLOGGER site, as BORN, did it not? Don’t tell me about Machine-Mind is not a reality, but it is all only and merely an integral part of a larger picture thing that is happening to all of us in the human race, and what is this? ETTOS!!!!!!!!!! ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRASNSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM, an influence and domination system over the human mind and behavior, done with electromagnetic technology, via properly accessing the EMS [ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM]. Remember, it may sound nuts and 2 far out 2B true, but if U went back to your 4th grandfather’s day and tried 2 tell your own family about jet aircraft, internet and computers, super highways and automobiles, cellular phones and worldwide communication taken 4 granted as second nature, they would have been frightened of U, and have U committed to psychiatric facilities, B them a tower room in your own home, or a more public facility. Things happening all around us R all done 4 a reason. The UFO-PLANE that harassed me while attempting 2 blog, followed me home after I posted my #10 blog up to www.blogger.com and flew loud and low passes over my pathetic whittle residence, all night long, I was just about 2 call the State Police, but I know better, and U all know Y. U cannot beat these horrible harassing evil bastards. They damaged tape recorders, amplifiers, head phone sets, electrical wiring knocking out my outdoor night lights, and on and on. I will never again set foot in a CIRCUIT CITY STORE. This is not the first time they would not honor an extended product warranty that I took over to their Deptford, NJUSAESMWG store. They had me drive over about half a year back in 4-D for computer assistance with their “rip-off” FIREDOG crap, only IO drive many miles over, just 2B told, “no, we will not help U after-all”. They did not have even the basic decency and courtesy to telephone me and save me the trip, and they had my contact number, and on top of that, not even an apology was given. Any one that would go to this place, goes there IMHO, @ their own risk. This is based on my experience with them. Someone got into my residence and broke the plastic frames of the headphone set. They do not honor this type of damage, and I buy extended warranties because somebody always damages my property. It was not me, and they must have thought that I was the one who was reckless and or careless. So I cannot totally blame them, yet I am still the one getting totally, as always, screwed.. So notice how the full evil empire of Phillies losing and Dow up and flying, (original version got fucked up here and skipped out) Stratford, NJUSAESMWG started on the very next day following my attack just shy of when I finished up writing #10, my prior blog. They have me to endlessly persecute and illegally harass covertly, endlessly getting away with far worse than cold blooded murder, and the PET goes right into action, EVERY FREGGIN’ TIME.
MESSAGE TO THE PEE CLUB:
Pneumatic is a word, whether I spell it correctly or not, meaning [to do with air and air pressure], and symbolically, the word doth not beginneth with the letter [N], as the sounding out of this word may indeed imply, but rather with a [P]. Now both the names PAULA and PAUL start with letter P. I already caught Paula letting air out of my 1997 Plymouth Breeze, back in 1998, when I came out of a Stratford, NJUSAESMWG hospital, the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Hospital, on Laurel Road, after her friend Sarah put my mother in there where she entered flatline, and I come out with my moms boss Thomas Spears, and there is big Paula, letting air out of my tire, something she has done 2 people since she has been a little girl, if U can imagine a six foot ten inch giant ever being a “little” girl. The most recent air let out could B her, or someone else sending me a message not to tell his son the ‘wedding truths’. I know it was one of the 2, and my proof is the symbology in the names starting [P], with the word pneumatic. Jack McCoy is onto [COINCIDENCES], as am I. JJMC is really a phase 4 being, a banker from Ricktown, in our capitol city of Akoslem. He snuck onto Ricktown Manor and was looking in at me counting some money that I was going to give my father to start up a diner chain in Akoslem City. Admitantly, not all of the money was totally clean, and he smiled in at me letting me know that he had the goods on me, so fine, I owe him one whenever he chooses to call in a favor. Don’t even get me started on my dad and his diner chain, a story that would take eons to tell, along with his Bourbon Wing at the Ricktown Manor. There is lots 2 discuss, and these events on the astral plane, as with them all, fall in no particular order by our mortal world way of perceiving linear time. Put another way, I may B flying around SDK with the great SSJKK and watch her go onto the beach and fly her giant kite. If I fall asleep as me [Mountainpen] and retrieve astral realm 6th dimensional memories of these interactions back in fifth dimensional hyperspace or my life physically in this particular universe, it may B at the very end of my Mountainpen life here on the Earth-worlds, when I pull down so to speak, my next interaction that continues on from where the ‘dream’ so-to-speak left off. Pillar and Berman understand the principle of this, the STAR TREK NEXT-GENERATION writers; they prove this 2 me, in the movie they made, with the 2 Captains of the Enterprise, called GENERATIONS; from the middle 19 nineties. Remember, their concept of the astral world that they refer 2 as the NEXUS, is the balancing counterpart of all of the multiverses of physicality. There may be googalplex's of universes in the multiverse, but they all have the same shared astral realm that balances out the upline thought wave that is the reason that it all exists. Mortal man will not grasp in general population, what is going on, but GENERATIONS, the movie, proves beyond any doubt 2 me that at least 2 so called [Earthlings], do indeed grasp what I discuss. The exact same [never aging] Milituforce crafts all started up this thing, whatever it is with me, in the 1985/1986 era when I was at my closest point of breaking out of my sin-debt royal-family-curse, see the Christian scriptures and KJV of the Holy Bible, and all prior blogs to this one written by me. Believe me, my sanity is not in question, I am not a madman, the quiet type R the ones that go off and get violent, I always have and will B a total advocate of remaining non violent, and changing social policy through votes and the spoken word, such as blogging, letters to editors, and along these lines. Those that live by the sword will die by the sword. The minute God as U like 2 call her, was removed early in the 1960’s from the schools, what came instantly in to fill the vacuum and balance, but drugs and guns and violence and mega hate. Hay, I have my hates, and detest evil scummy sin and sinners too, but they need 2B brought to repentance, not shot to death 4 trying 2 receive an education, and anyone whom laughs when I have been saying for the gods know how long now, that this world of solid up chuck is going to Dogtown in a hand basket at warp 14, has a weird and despicable sense of humor, in my books. Anyone who knows me and knew me since I entered this satanic physical world, knows that I hate injustice, evil, sin, wickedness, rip offs, con artists, and would just love 2C lots of rotten bastards rotting away in prison 4 many many a long year. People have it so screwed up, you know, bible text, what the All Mighty wants of mankind, the whole dern ball of wax. Any sovereign nation and governing body is authorized by the great one who personally told this to Moses, that certain laws R2B adhered 2, and most of the civilized world does indeed base its rules and laws accordingly, based on the All Mighty’s [SSJKK] commandments. Personally, I think rotting in a vicious prison population is the absolute perfect punishment 4 severe law breakers, but 4 those that have this [death penalty issue], just do not take the time 2 look at the Mosaic Law. The King is authorized to take the lives [execute] those that commit vicious crimes, it does not violate absolute law. The King is the same thing as any sovereign nation and kingdom and government. They do not have the power to kill just as a murdering individual does not have the power to execute. The bad guys do the murders, the Kings do the executions. Those that endanger all of us with their violent actions, should B sent 4 immediate processing in Sahasra-Dal Kanwal, and taken off to Dogtown, out beyond the Great City. However, this is their destination anyhow, so keeping a rotten bad guy in the prison population until they awaken from their Earthly interaction, really adds to their punishment, so as Abby Carmichael would say so nicely on the show, “Law & Order”, either one works 4 me. There should not B all these complexities, whether it B taxes or the criminal justice system. Break the Law, get punished. I would spit right in any judges face right this minute who upon my conviction 4 a crime that I would commit 4 any reason, that would not bat an eye at imposing the maximum or close to the maximum sentence allowed by the law. It doesn’t matter if I went through hell and just went off one day, if U do the crime, U pay 4 it, it is just that SAMPLE!!!!!! Hay, this is only my opinion and my whittle 2 cents, now turn it into a buck, as my favorite EX-Senator would say!!!!!!!!! This is Y over and over I make it unequivocally clear 2 any of my potential readers what thee MORIANITY-FOUNDATION is all about, and it is NOT about the breaking of any of man’s laws, nor especially. The Great I AM’s laws. We now have a super hi-tek society, and it disappoints me in a major tragic way that we do not have more of a total PRESENTATIVE GOVERNMENT, where all issues that effect all of us, cannot B voted on by by any and all legal citizens of the majority age, all of the issues, not voted on by a small group we elect. This worked great but it has outlived its usefulness, it is so yesterday. Every week, we should B able 2 turn on a machine in our home, B properly identified with eyeball recognition connected up to proper voter registration listing systems, and any issue any one of us wishes to go YEAH and NAY on, should B available 4 us 2 do, not just a few lifers 4 the most part on Capitol Hill. Once upon a time, it could B well argued that this would not B practical. Now, with all of our technology, my response is a copycat of something the Motown Queen said 2 me when she phoned up my house in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, NO-HOW,-NO NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We R all a potential voice, but never really heard properly, and society needs to change this, now that the teck is here 2B used. We all know the real reasons Y this is not about 2 occur any time soon. The multi-billionaire owners of this planet would never allow it, that is unless my foundation gets going, and true freedom can begin. Anarchy is anything but true freedom, Y should UB free to throw punches into my face? Too many laws is not the answer either, at the rate and curve we R going here in the USA, within 100 years, we all will need 2B taking turns playing guard half the time, and prisoner the other half of the time. Hell, we’ll all B locked up. No, it is society that is failing, and the gods only know, at a terrifyingly high rate of velocity.
MESSAGE TO KAREN S.
I found out U went on a little mini-vacation when I spoke 2 your office the other week. I will B trying U again by phone soon. U really have 2 admit, my predictions on Phillies losing and Dow markets flying is 100%+ on the $$$. Diana ZA takes good care of me, does she not. War and murder R2 different things, and if U carefully study scriptures, U will C how angry many astral powers R currently with the human race. The President of the largest religious radio outreach totally believes we started the great tribulation period in 1988, the year I wrote PROHET OF NOTHING, (C) Mountainpen. He studies many principles in biblical mathematics, and is very close to real truth, a man really after the heart of the great Sarah-Stacey. He says the period lasts 8400 days, the amount of years from now that we develop refusional atomic maticulation, put simply, a way 2 turn the clock back on dying stars. U all ready know that simple radio frequency turns the biological clock in reverse on a cellular level when north pole isolated integrenetrized multi-wave oscillation is used in conjunction with magnetic resonance imaging tunnels. Anyway, Y anyone would wish 2 remain here in physicality as opposed to dreamshiftallity, goes beyond me, as our true condition of existing in and as void infinity is a non changeable nightmare. Y would a sole wish 2 prolong an Earthly hell, even if they had every luxury and comfort imaginable. It is beyond my very limited intellect to crawl into their mentality. Every single day I beg Stacey to remove me from this, but she insists that I must do this Morianity-Foundation thing, B4 she lets me wake up out of this awful crap. No tribulation started not in 1988, but 2 years earlier in 1986, when this parallel event nightmare came into my life. Stacey runs a clock in her palace on Kanwal Avenue, on the 7th floor, in the great Yelabol Hall, near the Long Room, a place that I as Zeranniss Jones spend lots of time with my teen queen. This clock has settings that parallel mortal time in this part of 5th-D-HS, with the year of 1948, and the name on this clock is Judah-time. The nation of Israel was reestablished in 1948. She says that 3 score ten years is sometimes referred by her as one generation of mortal world interaction. This equals 70 years. Adding 70 to 2048 is 2018, and the President of this radio system believes our calendar 2B off by 7 years, making this really the year 2000, and 2018 would B 2011. I know 4 a true fact Karen, as she told me this on the Astral Plane, that the calendar is off by 2 years, NOT SEVEN. Indeed, in 2016, a major event occurs in much of hyperspace, this universe most likely being one of them, whether we move int the Sidereal Time calendar, by then or not. When we had our interaction that was connected into my waking world at the age of just 15, 7 months B4 the last time ever seeing her on the mortal world on the night of the seventh month and the 12th day, back in AD 1970, a connection between the physical and astral worlds happened that I have yet 2 really tell the mortals of this world about in its full and unabridged details. Subtracting 1970 from 2018 or in true year number compensating for time error, 2016 minus 1968, either way, equals 1,948, the year of the reestablishing of the Judah tribe, to which her special clock is set to, in ways she will not even tell her THAT BOY [dog]. She did tell me that Rick insulted her in front of her friends and Viqueen Gang outside of a soda shop, in her Great City, and after she picked Rick up and snapped him in half, she permitted the BRIGGBASE residents, or the 1/3 rd of the GMC that broke away from the governing other 2/3rds, to invade RICKTOWN, and remove the Earthly USA dollar equivalent of 500 trillion, held in the First Great Akoslem Bank, in Ricktown’s capitol city. Jack McCoy, a real living phase 4 entity on astral realms, is the Head Banking President. This is Y the greatest show since Perry Mason, entered into our physicality through the imagination of Mr. Wolf and other writers. Those unable 2 dream or project into life from the astral without breaking lawtronic systems, come in here as PHASE 4 ENTITIES.
MESSAGE TO WALL STREET:
One day and year U tell the little majority that oil and gas prices going up causes stock prices 2 go down, so how come when it goes the other way, U instantly say the street has a new and totally opposing explanation, just like years ago when interest rates were on an upward trend, and that brings stocks down so U say, yet UP UP UP. Every broker will tell anyone that interest rates down means stocks going up and vice versa, over long run time, and also oil and gas up translates to market down, and again vice versa, over long run time. This was always the case until I came along with this parallel event nightmare, in this evil TRIBULATION period. In the year of AD 1980 I noticed shortly into the tribulation, that the Phillies had their big world series win, not doing well until after my demo recordings were done and finding the HAIR album of Donna Gaines up in the attic at RPL, at my job. Finding an unknown work of a top artist when she was still a teen, was a wild and cool find 4 me. Also, I lived in a beautiful place with great solar exposure, had a nice car, bought a great stereo and open reel recorder, and many other machines that I put together in a cool way that allowed me 2 do my demo recordings better than at the studio. My life was a small amount of perfect, and next to what I had been used to, was freaking heaven. Boom, world series win, Dow at the bottoming part of a long bear market that was not 2 end until well into 1982, B4 the huge 18 year bull market came slamming in. I learned that the Phillies and I seemed to run a strange parallel event or speaking statistically, when they do good, way more than 50/50 I am doing good. When they R doing bad, way more than 50/50 I am doing bad. I then came to learn about 6 years later in 1986, that another 3rd parallel event was there, the one with the FLYERS ice hockey team. This explains a bit more detail of what I talk so much about, PARALLEL EVENT AND USING IT COVERTLY AGAINST SOMEONE. Crimes like using this intentionally to get blessed so to speak by cosmic forces, invisible wave-particle dualities of interactiveness that is endlessly escaping out of void infinity through astral and hyper-spacial physical dreams. These 10th dimensional existences based on prior EX-IM ratio prior uncreations, will endlessly escape out of void by creating interactions. They come down through lawtronics to become the 6th dimension, or the thought-world, the ECKANKAR MENTAL PLANE. They R more than willing to play endless games, it is the only way 4 them 2 distract themselves from endless existence, total absolute hell, and they will gladly, like a bored to tears child locked in his room and grounded, play with anyone, at any time, any game at all. To them, there is no good or bad, or any human thing, just the game to endlessly distract. For the people on this Earth realm that they wish to make totally miserable, it is as simple to do as 1-2-3. U would view what these entities do in your mortal logic as the usage of a [MOTIVE PROGRAM]. Someday, software will B available so that people will need 2 spend hardly any real tedious time at their computer, actually doing things. IE, U will tell your powerful new trinary based PC’s, cosmiputers, voltage low – medium – high, and no more voltage on and off, for example, I wish to run a business selling such and such a product line. The system will research all the best and optimal things available and best prices 4U to get into it, do all the work, and U basically command the system to do it, turn it on, or off, and that is it. Or for example, I want 2 become a lawyer, a doctor, a stock broker, a recording or TV star, whatever. It will do all the things that U now would need 2 manually do in a tedious step by step and very time consuming methodology. Am I saying that entities far ahead of us with motive programs, created this all, and all of us? No I am saying that it is as though this were the case. I am not giving U the double talk, the truth is that U cannot B told any more than this, this is the best and really, the only way 2 describe the reality of it all. This is Y Paula King follows me around flattening my tires, people make my life miserable no matter how hard I try 2B a nice guy and do the right thing. Starting at about the time the markets closed today on the Eastern time zone of 4 of the clock in the post meridian, I have fallen under a vicious air siege, crash level planes and choppers. Yet if it was checked out, patients needing a medivac chopper, or pilots being diverted to flying their planes buzzing over me at crash level, it all would make some sort of sense, the traffic controller gets a legitimate reason 4 telling the plane to move up or down or this way or that, B it weather related or any other reason, the only way 2 tell my story is using my COPYRIGHT PROTECTED MOTIVE SOFTWARE PROGRAM idea, yet it is not really a motive program from a computer of some advanced society with some sicko dude or dudes in it. It just, is as if this was what is going on. It is sort of like asking the forever and never answered all mighty question, where did the tenth dimension come from, all the particles and waves from the very first uncreation? Answer, at the risk of [adult playground rage] APGR occurring, is simple: All of it exists both above and below in a seemingly endlessly looping disk contained on the 11th dimension. So where did this come from? Simple, but watch that APGR, all of it exists both above and below in a seemingly endlessly looping disk contained on the 12th dimension, and yes, where did the 999999999999th stuff come from? It has endless ups and downs that loop together and curve into the 1000000000000th dimension. This is the truth. Why, why is all of this happening? Because it is, no simpler nor more complex answer is there. I did not say I do not have it, I said this is the answer. Lots of punches and pain have resulted in playgrounds, when a smaller kid keeps saying”WHY” every time a bigger angry kid asks a question. Trouble is that deep down, way under many layers of sub consciousness, U all know that the answer is that there simply is no answer, it does not exist, no secret beyond that is being intentionally kept back from any one of us by some invisible ‘gods’ or God All Mighty. That is all total fucking bull shit. Your 10% is guaranteed in long run play DJ, and with or without me. I am merely the tool that currently is balancing this system to do this. Over 10 years, there never will B a losing period in the 30 Dow industrial stock prices. It may B -6.3%, -12.7%, +3.3%, and any conceivable combination year by year, but it will balance out to +10% per annum until the market no longer exists. During the periods where true price is under-performing these percentages, the cosmic reality for an eventual compensation 2 bring it back to the normal 7-13% will always kick in, and concentrically, during the periods where true price is over-performing these percentages, the cosmic reality for an eventual compensation to bring it back to the normal 7-13% will always kick in. Every time the sun goes down, it will go back up at that point of the globe again, and every time the sun climbs up , it will go back down at that point of the globe. Sounds silly and simple, yet brokers and investors panic over and over, while I laugh at them, me, just a little nobody with nothing, but a powerhouse of knowledge. I know what I know, and what I do not know, I admit to it instantly and without hesitation.
MESSAGE TO LADY ROULETTE:
My entire oh-seven year has been ruined and wrecked by some cosmic organized conspiracy of totally demonic fucking hellishness, yet, by grouping 12 different randomly picked groups of 5 numbers on your wheel, and getting a total of times that they come out times 100 divided by total amount of total spins on all games, I can accurately beat the odds of 38 divided by 5, to one, by more than 20 percent. I consider it cheating 2 use this long one game system, but U have left me no choice. I have made 236 units profit in oh-seven using this, and on green quarters, that is over 5 grand, on triple black-bucks it is over 60 grand for 3.5 months of casino play, more than enough money for me, I am not greedy. U cheated me out of life, and that is not COOL, Cheated Out Of Life, totally un-cool!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no cherce Mr. Archie Bunker, but 2 fucking cheat back!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TO THOSE WANTING TO KNOW WHAT IS MORE THAN MORTAL, BUT R2 CHICKEN 2 ASK:
Feel divinely blissful, think of your best few days U have ever had until it takes facial muscle to wipe the grin off your face. Keep feeling blissful as an incestrallite. Stay in this state of bliss, if anything bad crosses your mind, re-focus and stay blissful feeling and maintain this light trancy blissful condition, while laying flat on your back, alone, preferably without clothes, or loose and light ones if U must wear something. Room should B dark and quiet that UR laying in, on a comfortable bed. Their is a magic number that U must know is real, U cannot cheat your way out of it, this magic combination of numbers is 10 and 6, because astrally in base 8, this converts to 8 and 12, the mortal world combination when multiplying 12 with 8, to give the magic number of both 96 and its inverse magic number of 69, but knowing that is not of any importance 2U. Just the 10 and the 6. Ten times, you focus on a place U wish 2B, it could B the bedroom of a favorite rock star, or a secret lover, or the friggin Oval office, it does not matter. U must create a quick daydream starting with U in the place U wish 2B,m picture yourself to appear to a particular person and look any way U wish 2 look. Tell them your telephone number if U wish, do whatever U wish 2 do, but keep it short and sweet, and simple, as you need to repeat this a total of ten total timers. Now, after 10 times of doing this, U say silently to yourself, picking whatever time you wish be it 2 hours, 3 hours, whatever, “astral body, I command U2 leave me in three hours and go to the place I wish 2B”. This needs 2B done 6 times. This is the precise instructions 4 using the great mystical FASCITAR – 6/10 PROJECTION SYSTEM. This secret is known by few masters on this planet throughout mans total recorded history. Start by going 2 places UR familiar with, and remain on the PHYSICAL PLANE. Later on, visit me at Ricktown Manor, or go to Diana’s Code Cabin, read first about these places on my website, come to physical world place, www.morianity-foundation.com and then come and C4 yourself. Come to the great TECK BAY, and go to the MYSTERY SCHOOL and talk to the guru/mystic professors. Do not let fear fuck with U. Passing between life and death is scary to most mortals. Coming back here from there can B a bit unpleasant and scary, bad vibrations can occur, ignore it and get passed it, it is so freaking worth it, believe me. U cannot go to the great city, only to one of the gates, you will B stopped at the security gated system, and B required to show paperwork of a sorts, a CITY PASS. These are only issued to a rare few, and those with passes have registered city names, and this is registered in huge city museums along Salvation Boulevard. These huge scrolls R inside huge books under impenetrable glass type structures. Exploding galaxies could not put a dent in this material. Some do learn how to get and stay in this great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, without proper authorization, but the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL knows UR there, and will eventually remove U, in organized rotations similar to the way America has border patrols, and occasionally has all out round ups of illegals, and escorts them out. Visit RICKTOWN, or any place U wish 2B in this great Olympian Province. U can go 2 other provinces on the astral plane, it is an infinite place of 6 directions that all go endlessly around and loop together in a huge hyper-spherical reality, that is real because U agree that it is real. Anything U do on the physical or astral plane is done with built in rewards and punishments, it is kind of hard to make U know Y this is so, other than 2 tell U that in the grand scheme of things, every victim of every evil deed gets their chance to BU and make UB them. This is why the greatest master of all of them, Jesus, said to love your brother as U love yourself, as all the laws and the prophets hang on this commandment. UR being good 2U by doing this, and the other way around, and this is hyper-spacial law. When practicing the 6/10 Fascitar, the average person will need between 3 and 6 nights to succeed. Once UC how incredible all of this really is, U’ll never let mortal man tell U it ain’t real, U’ll know that it freaking REAL. A,ll victims of Virginia Teck must realize that in all of hyperspace, each one has taken their turn being the madman. It is a limitless multiple worlds within worlds. When U do good, U do it mostly 2U. When U do bad, U do it mostly 2U. As UR punching that little fart in the bar next Wednesday night, and he is begging U2 stop, as U hit him with another barn-house, remember, zillions of universes exist right now in HS where that other little dude is U, and U are him, and it is U that is getting pounded 2 shit. U mortals think punishments can B escaped from, or that they need 2B inflicted on U externally by the gods, and UR sadly mistaken. Playing with the Fascitar 6/10 is cool as anything, but abuse this knowledge and you will wake up one day hating my guts more than if I took your wife and business and brutally hurt your family. You will cuss me out and try to look me up and cut my living guts out. Do not abuse this knowledge. Explore. Learn. Have a cool time dudes and duddesses, but do not say you have not been warned. If U want 2C4 yourself that dying is an illusion and none of the shit Earthers believe is even close 2 being true, then indeed, screw up your courage, take 300 grams of anti-wuss pills, and go the hell 4 it. Get past the fear, keep going past the fear, that valley of the shadow and fearing no evil stuff in scriptures, ain’t no lie. There is sort of a bad-vibe zone in the cross over process, don’t fucking wuss out, do it, and U will know then and only then, that all the claims that I have made on all of my bloggings R all real and completely true.
MESSAGE TO ATLANTIC CITY AND MY ENEMY BRIGGER LAMISTS, AND LEVY-ATHANS:
I am closing out today to say quickly and sternly that if I could not prove much of the stuff that some of U super scumbags have done 2 me, common sense must tell U ass holes, that I’d never have dared 2 start these blogs, and start 2 really tie the bag up, and show the multiverse what is going on. All the people and entities that have totally taken over and invaded this natural world and started us into this major tribulation and these totally sick spirit of these sick times, in 1986, are all caught in my PROOF system, and 4 now, this is all I am willing 2 impart 2 this present blog. Soon, there will B just no closets big enough 4 these child molesters and sacrificers to hide in, and I will prove the reason Y no new structures ever get built on Tennessee Avenue in the great ACNJUSAESMWG. Brown eyed Callio, I am forever watching U. My lovely Atlantic, U were so great with me last night, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!UNREAL!!!!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:19 PM
I sittith here not at Ed Himacane's, but @ Eddie Himacane’s place, on this Thursday morning.
MESSAGE 2 THE EPITOME OF JAG OFFS AND THEIR DAUTS:
I have not been web logging 4 a week, and there is so much 2 say, there will in no way B time today 2 tell 2 much of all of the details. I certainly should not need 2 say that, precisely as I predicted, every single day, there is FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, and U know the rest, MORE FULL EVIL EMPIRE, meaning simply, UP & LOSE, UP & LOSE, UP & LOSE, and U get it, UP AND LOSE, PHILLIES LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, LOSE, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET INDUSTRIAL 30 STOCKS, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, and yes , I presume Dr. Livingston that U get the picture, UP, UP, UP, AND UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I am just crazy and do not know what I am talking about when I tell the world public about PARALLEL EVENT TECK, then Y am I always right, between 80 and 100 percent of the time? First, let me ask any of U this simple question, do U have a personal stock broker that can accurately call the market like I can, yeas or freaking no??????????????? Do U have a pal that can tell U what to place book with your bookie on, and know the mob won’t ever break your legs, except possibly because they think U have inside info and want in on it, and won’t take no 4 an answer. If I can prove myself like I do, and there certainly is no IF about it, then Y will no one listen 2 me? Notice how the BON/BORN problem that started a nightmare hell death siege last week 4 me, when I was trying 2 finish up my last blogging, TWIMCFTHM--#10, mixed in with that astral plane unidentified aircraft that was taking Ed’s roof off? Well it ended up posting up on the BLOGGER site, as BORN, did it not? Don’t tell me about Machine-Mind is not a reality, but it is all only and merely an integral part of a larger picture thing that is happening to all of us in the human race, and what is this? ETTOS!!!!!!!!!! ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRASNSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM, an influence and domination system over the human mind and behavior, done with electromagnetic technology, via properly accessing the EMS [ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM]. Remember, it may sound nuts and 2 far out 2B true, but if U went back to your 4th grandfather’s day and tried 2 tell your own family about jet aircraft, internet and computers, super highways and automobiles, cellular phones and worldwide communication taken 4 granted as second nature, they would have been frightened of U, and have U committed to psychiatric facilities, B them a tower room in your own home, or a more public facility. Things happening all around us R all done 4 a reason. The UFO-PLANE that harassed me while attempting 2 blog, followed me home after I posted my #10 blog up to www.blogger.com and flew loud and low passes over my pathetic whittle residence, all night long, I was just about 2 call the State Police, but I know better, and U all know Y. U cannot beat these horrible harassing evil bastards. They damaged tape recorders, amplifiers, head phone sets, electrical wiring knocking out my outdoor night lights, and on and on. I will never again set foot in a CIRCUIT CITY STORE. This is not the first time they would not honor an extended product warranty that I took over to their Deptford, NJUSAESMWG store. They had me drive over about half a year back in 4-D for computer assistance with their “rip-off” FIREDOG crap, only IO drive many miles over, just 2B told, “no, we will not help U after-all”. They did not have even the basic decency and courtesy to telephone me and save me the trip, and they had my contact number, and on top of that, not even an apology was given. Any one that would go to this place, goes there IMHO, @ their own risk. This is based on my experience with them. Someone got into my residence and broke the plastic frames of the headphone set. They do not honor this type of damage, and I buy extended warranties because somebody always damages my property. It was not me, and they must have thought that I was the one who was reckless and or careless. So I cannot totally blame them, yet I am still the one getting totally, as always, screwed.. So notice how the full evil empire of Phillies losing and Dow up and flying, (original version got fucked up here and skipped out) Stratford, NJUSAESMWG started on the very next day following my attack just shy of when I finished up writing #10, my prior blog. They have me to endlessly persecute and illegally harass covertly, endlessly getting away with far worse than cold blooded murder, and the PET goes right into action, EVERY FREGGIN’ TIME.
MESSAGE TO THE PEE CLUB:
Pneumatic is a word, whether I spell it correctly or not, meaning [to do with air and air pressure], and symbolically, the word doth not beginneth with the letter [N], as the sounding out of this word may indeed imply, but rather with a [P]. Now both the names PAULA and PAUL start with letter P. I already caught Paula letting air out of my 1997 Plymouth Breeze, back in 1998, when I came out of a Stratford, NJUSAESMWG hospital, the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Hospital, on Laurel Road, after her friend Sarah put my mother in there where she entered flatline, and I come out with my moms boss Thomas Spears, and there is big Paula, letting air out of my tire, something she has done 2 people since she has been a little girl, if U can imagine a six foot ten inch giant ever being a “little” girl. The most recent air let out could B her, or someone else sending me a message not to tell his son the ‘wedding truths’. I know it was one of the 2, and my proof is the symbology in the names starting [P], with the word pneumatic. Jack McCoy is onto [COINCIDENCES], as am I. JJMC is really a phase 4 being, a banker from Ricktown, in our capitol city of Akoslem. He snuck onto Ricktown Manor and was looking in at me counting some money that I was going to give my father to start up a diner chain in Akoslem City. Admitantly, not all of the money was totally clean, and he smiled in at me letting me know that he had the goods on me, so fine, I owe him one whenever he chooses to call in a favor. Don’t even get me started on my dad and his diner chain, a story that would take eons to tell, along with his Bourbon Wing at the Ricktown Manor. There is lots 2 discuss, and these events on the astral plane, as with them all, fall in no particular order by our mortal world way of perceiving linear time. Put another way, I may B flying around SDK with the great SSJKK and watch her go onto the beach and fly her giant kite. If I fall asleep as me [Mountainpen] and retrieve astral realm 6th dimensional memories of these interactions back in fifth dimensional hyperspace or my life physically in this particular universe, it may B at the very end of my Mountainpen life here on the Earth-worlds, when I pull down so to speak, my next interaction that continues on from where the ‘dream’ so-to-speak left off. Pillar and Berman understand the principle of this, the STAR TREK NEXT-GENERATION writers; they prove this 2 me, in the movie they made, with the 2 Captains of the Enterprise, called GENERATIONS; from the middle 19 nineties. Remember, their concept of the astral world that they refer 2 as the NEXUS, is the balancing counterpart of all of the multiverses of physicality. There may be googalplex's of universes in the multiverse, but they all have the same shared astral realm that balances out the upline thought wave that is the reason that it all exists. Mortal man will not grasp in general population, what is going on, but GENERATIONS, the movie, proves beyond any doubt 2 me that at least 2 so called [Earthlings], do indeed grasp what I discuss. The exact same [never aging] Milituforce crafts all started up this thing, whatever it is with me, in the 1985/1986 era when I was at my closest point of breaking out of my sin-debt royal-family-curse, see the Christian scriptures and KJV of the Holy Bible, and all prior blogs to this one written by me. Believe me, my sanity is not in question, I am not a madman, the quiet type R the ones that go off and get violent, I always have and will B a total advocate of remaining non violent, and changing social policy through votes and the spoken word, such as blogging, letters to editors, and along these lines. Those that live by the sword will die by the sword. The minute God as U like 2 call her, was removed early in the 1960’s from the schools, what came instantly in to fill the vacuum and balance, but drugs and guns and violence and mega hate. Hay, I have my hates, and detest evil scummy sin and sinners too, but they need 2B brought to repentance, not shot to death 4 trying 2 receive an education, and anyone whom laughs when I have been saying for the gods know how long now, that this world of solid up chuck is going to Dogtown in a hand basket at warp 14, has a weird and despicable sense of humor, in my books. Anyone who knows me and knew me since I entered this satanic physical world, knows that I hate injustice, evil, sin, wickedness, rip offs, con artists, and would just love 2C lots of rotten bastards rotting away in prison 4 many many a long year. People have it so screwed up, you know, bible text, what the All Mighty wants of mankind, the whole dern ball of wax. Any sovereign nation and governing body is authorized by the great one who personally told this to Moses, that certain laws R2B adhered 2, and most of the civilized world does indeed base its rules and laws accordingly, based on the All Mighty’s [SSJKK] commandments. Personally, I think rotting in a vicious prison population is the absolute perfect punishment 4 severe law breakers, but 4 those that have this [death penalty issue], just do not take the time 2 look at the Mosaic Law. The King is authorized to take the lives [execute] those that commit vicious crimes, it does not violate absolute law. The King is the same thing as any sovereign nation and kingdom and government. They do not have the power to kill just as a murdering individual does not have the power to execute. The bad guys do the murders, the Kings do the executions. Those that endanger all of us with their violent actions, should B sent 4 immediate processing in Sahasra-Dal Kanwal, and taken off to Dogtown, out beyond the Great City. However, this is their destination anyhow, so keeping a rotten bad guy in the prison population until they awaken from their Earthly interaction, really adds to their punishment, so as Abby Carmichael would say so nicely on the show, “Law & Order”, either one works 4 me. There should not B all these complexities, whether it B taxes or the criminal justice system. Break the Law, get punished. I would spit right in any judges face right this minute who upon my conviction 4 a crime that I would commit 4 any reason, that would not bat an eye at imposing the maximum or close to the maximum sentence allowed by the law. It doesn’t matter if I went through hell and just went off one day, if U do the crime, U pay 4 it, it is just that SAMPLE!!!!!! Hay, this is only my opinion and my whittle 2 cents, now turn it into a buck, as my favorite EX-Senator would say!!!!!!!!! This is Y over and over I make it unequivocally clear 2 any of my potential readers what thee MORIANITY-FOUNDATION is all about, and it is NOT about the breaking of any of man’s laws, nor especially. The Great I AM’s laws. We now have a super hi-tek society, and it disappoints me in a major tragic way that we do not have more of a total PRESENTATIVE GOVERNMENT, where all issues that effect all of us, cannot B voted on by by any and all legal citizens of the majority age, all of the issues, not voted on by a small group we elect. This worked great but it has outlived its usefulness, it is so yesterday. Every week, we should B able 2 turn on a machine in our home, B properly identified with eyeball recognition connected up to proper voter registration listing systems, and any issue any one of us wishes to go YEAH and NAY on, should B available 4 us 2 do, not just a few lifers 4 the most part on Capitol Hill. Once upon a time, it could B well argued that this would not B practical. Now, with all of our technology, my response is a copycat of something the Motown Queen said 2 me when she phoned up my house in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, NO-HOW,-NO NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We R all a potential voice, but never really heard properly, and society needs to change this, now that the teck is here 2B used. We all know the real reasons Y this is not about 2 occur any time soon. The multi-billionaire owners of this planet would never allow it, that is unless my foundation gets going, and true freedom can begin. Anarchy is anything but true freedom, Y should UB free to throw punches into my face? Too many laws is not the answer either, at the rate and curve we R going here in the USA, within 100 years, we all will need 2B taking turns playing guard half the time, and prisoner the other half of the time. Hell, we’ll all B locked up. No, it is society that is failing, and the gods only know, at a terrifyingly high rate of velocity.
MESSAGE TO KAREN S.
I found out U went on a little mini-vacation when I spoke 2 your office the other week. I will B trying U again by phone soon. U really have 2 admit, my predictions on Phillies losing and Dow markets flying is 100%+ on the $$$. Diana ZA takes good care of me, does she not. War and murder R2 different things, and if U carefully study scriptures, U will C how angry many astral powers R currently with the human race. The President of the largest religious radio outreach totally believes we started the great tribulation period in 1988, the year I wrote PROHET OF NOTHING, (C) Mountainpen. He studies many principles in biblical mathematics, and is very close to real truth, a man really after the heart of the great Sarah-Stacey. He says the period lasts 8400 days, the amount of years from now that we develop refusional atomic maticulation, put simply, a way 2 turn the clock back on dying stars. U all ready know that simple radio frequency turns the biological clock in reverse on a cellular level when north pole isolated integrenetrized multi-wave oscillation is used in conjunction with magnetic resonance imaging tunnels. Anyway, Y anyone would wish 2 remain here in physicality as opposed to dreamshiftallity, goes beyond me, as our true condition of existing in and as void infinity is a non changeable nightmare. Y would a sole wish 2 prolong an Earthly hell, even if they had every luxury and comfort imaginable. It is beyond my very limited intellect to crawl into their mentality. Every single day I beg Stacey to remove me from this, but she insists that I must do this Morianity-Foundation thing, B4 she lets me wake up out of this awful crap. No tribulation started not in 1988, but 2 years earlier in 1986, when this parallel event nightmare came into my life. Stacey runs a clock in her palace on Kanwal Avenue, on the 7th floor, in the great Yelabol Hall, near the Long Room, a place that I as Zeranniss Jones spend lots of time with my teen queen. This clock has settings that parallel mortal time in this part of 5th-D-HS, with the year of 1948, and the name on this clock is Judah-time. The nation of Israel was reestablished in 1948. She says that 3 score ten years is sometimes referred by her as one generation of mortal world interaction. This equals 70 years. Adding 70 to 2048 is 2018, and the President of this radio system believes our calendar 2B off by 7 years, making this really the year 2000, and 2018 would B 2011. I know 4 a true fact Karen, as she told me this on the Astral Plane, that the calendar is off by 2 years, NOT SEVEN. Indeed, in 2016, a major event occurs in much of hyperspace, this universe most likely being one of them, whether we move int the Sidereal Time calendar, by then or not. When we had our interaction that was connected into my waking world at the age of just 15, 7 months B4 the last time ever seeing her on the mortal world on the night of the seventh month and the 12th day, back in AD 1970, a connection between the physical and astral worlds happened that I have yet 2 really tell the mortals of this world about in its full and unabridged details. Subtracting 1970 from 2018 or in true year number compensating for time error, 2016 minus 1968, either way, equals 1,948, the year of the reestablishing of the Judah tribe, to which her special clock is set to, in ways she will not even tell her THAT BOY [dog]. She did tell me that Rick insulted her in front of her friends and Viqueen Gang outside of a soda shop, in her Great City, and after she picked Rick up and snapped him in half, she permitted the BRIGGBASE residents, or the 1/3 rd of the GMC that broke away from the governing other 2/3rds, to invade RICKTOWN, and remove the Earthly USA dollar equivalent of 500 trillion, held in the First Great Akoslem Bank, in Ricktown’s capitol city. Jack McCoy, a real living phase 4 entity on astral realms, is the Head Banking President. This is Y the greatest show since Perry Mason, entered into our physicality through the imagination of Mr. Wolf and other writers. Those unable 2 dream or project into life from the astral without breaking lawtronic systems, come in here as PHASE 4 ENTITIES.
MESSAGE TO WALL STREET:
One day and year U tell the little majority that oil and gas prices going up causes stock prices 2 go down, so how come when it goes the other way, U instantly say the street has a new and totally opposing explanation, just like years ago when interest rates were on an upward trend, and that brings stocks down so U say, yet UP UP UP. Every broker will tell anyone that interest rates down means stocks going up and vice versa, over long run time, and also oil and gas up translates to market down, and again vice versa, over long run time. This was always the case until I came along with this parallel event nightmare, in this evil TRIBULATION period. In the year of AD 1980 I noticed shortly into the tribulation, that the Phillies had their big world series win, not doing well until after my demo recordings were done and finding the HAIR album of Donna Gaines up in the attic at RPL, at my job. Finding an unknown work of a top artist when she was still a teen, was a wild and cool find 4 me. Also, I lived in a beautiful place with great solar exposure, had a nice car, bought a great stereo and open reel recorder, and many other machines that I put together in a cool way that allowed me 2 do my demo recordings better than at the studio. My life was a small amount of perfect, and next to what I had been used to, was freaking heaven. Boom, world series win, Dow at the bottoming part of a long bear market that was not 2 end until well into 1982, B4 the huge 18 year bull market came slamming in. I learned that the Phillies and I seemed to run a strange parallel event or speaking statistically, when they do good, way more than 50/50 I am doing good. When they R doing bad, way more than 50/50 I am doing bad. I then came to learn about 6 years later in 1986, that another 3rd parallel event was there, the one with the FLYERS ice hockey team. This explains a bit more detail of what I talk so much about, PARALLEL EVENT AND USING IT COVERTLY AGAINST SOMEONE. Crimes like using this intentionally to get blessed so to speak by cosmic forces, invisible wave-particle dualities of interactiveness that is endlessly escaping out of void infinity through astral and hyper-spacial physical dreams. These 10th dimensional existences based on prior EX-IM ratio prior uncreations, will endlessly escape out of void by creating interactions. They come down through lawtronics to become the 6th dimension, or the thought-world, the ECKANKAR MENTAL PLANE. They R more than willing to play endless games, it is the only way 4 them 2 distract themselves from endless existence, total absolute hell, and they will gladly, like a bored to tears child locked in his room and grounded, play with anyone, at any time, any game at all. To them, there is no good or bad, or any human thing, just the game to endlessly distract. For the people on this Earth realm that they wish to make totally miserable, it is as simple to do as 1-2-3. U would view what these entities do in your mortal logic as the usage of a [MOTIVE PROGRAM]. Someday, software will B available so that people will need 2 spend hardly any real tedious time at their computer, actually doing things. IE, U will tell your powerful new trinary based PC’s, cosmiputers, voltage low – medium – high, and no more voltage on and off, for example, I wish to run a business selling such and such a product line. The system will research all the best and optimal things available and best prices 4U to get into it, do all the work, and U basically command the system to do it, turn it on, or off, and that is it. Or for example, I want 2 become a lawyer, a doctor, a stock broker, a recording or TV star, whatever. It will do all the things that U now would need 2 manually do in a tedious step by step and very time consuming methodology. Am I saying that entities far ahead of us with motive programs, created this all, and all of us? No I am saying that it is as though this were the case. I am not giving U the double talk, the truth is that U cannot B told any more than this, this is the best and really, the only way 2 describe the reality of it all. This is Y Paula King follows me around flattening my tires, people make my life miserable no matter how hard I try 2B a nice guy and do the right thing. Starting at about the time the markets closed today on the Eastern time zone of 4 of the clock in the post meridian, I have fallen under a vicious air siege, crash level planes and choppers. Yet if it was checked out, patients needing a medivac chopper, or pilots being diverted to flying their planes buzzing over me at crash level, it all would make some sort of sense, the traffic controller gets a legitimate reason 4 telling the plane to move up or down or this way or that, B it weather related or any other reason, the only way 2 tell my story is using my COPYRIGHT PROTECTED MOTIVE SOFTWARE PROGRAM idea, yet it is not really a motive program from a computer of some advanced society with some sicko dude or dudes in it. It just, is as if this was what is going on. It is sort of like asking the forever and never answered all mighty question, where did the tenth dimension come from, all the particles and waves from the very first uncreation? Answer, at the risk of [adult playground rage] APGR occurring, is simple: All of it exists both above and below in a seemingly endlessly looping disk contained on the 11th dimension. So where did this come from? Simple, but watch that APGR, all of it exists both above and below in a seemingly endlessly looping disk contained on the 12th dimension, and yes, where did the 999999999999th stuff come from? It has endless ups and downs that loop together and curve into the 1000000000000th dimension. This is the truth. Why, why is all of this happening? Because it is, no simpler nor more complex answer is there. I did not say I do not have it, I said this is the answer. Lots of punches and pain have resulted in playgrounds, when a smaller kid keeps saying”WHY” every time a bigger angry kid asks a question. Trouble is that deep down, way under many layers of sub consciousness, U all know that the answer is that there simply is no answer, it does not exist, no secret beyond that is being intentionally kept back from any one of us by some invisible ‘gods’ or God All Mighty. That is all total fucking bull shit. Your 10% is guaranteed in long run play DJ, and with or without me. I am merely the tool that currently is balancing this system to do this. Over 10 years, there never will B a losing period in the 30 Dow industrial stock prices. It may B -6.3%, -12.7%, +3.3%, and any conceivable combination year by year, but it will balance out to +10% per annum until the market no longer exists. During the periods where true price is under-performing these percentages, the cosmic reality for an eventual compensation 2 bring it back to the normal 7-13% will always kick in, and concentrically, during the periods where true price is over-performing these percentages, the cosmic reality for an eventual compensation to bring it back to the normal 7-13% will always kick in. Every time the sun goes down, it will go back up at that point of the globe again, and every time the sun climbs up , it will go back down at that point of the globe. Sounds silly and simple, yet brokers and investors panic over and over, while I laugh at them, me, just a little nobody with nothing, but a powerhouse of knowledge. I know what I know, and what I do not know, I admit to it instantly and without hesitation.
MESSAGE TO LADY ROULETTE:
My entire oh-seven year has been ruined and wrecked by some cosmic organized conspiracy of totally demonic fucking hellishness, yet, by grouping 12 different randomly picked groups of 5 numbers on your wheel, and getting a total of times that they come out times 100 divided by total amount of total spins on all games, I can accurately beat the odds of 38 divided by 5, to one, by more than 20 percent. I consider it cheating 2 use this long one game system, but U have left me no choice. I have made 236 units profit in oh-seven using this, and on green quarters, that is over 5 grand, on triple black-bucks it is over 60 grand for 3.5 months of casino play, more than enough money for me, I am not greedy. U cheated me out of life, and that is not COOL, Cheated Out Of Life, totally un-cool!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no cherce Mr. Archie Bunker, but 2 fucking cheat back!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TO THOSE WANTING TO KNOW WHAT IS MORE THAN MORTAL, BUT R2 CHICKEN 2 ASK:
Feel divinely blissful, think of your best few days U have ever had until it takes facial muscle to wipe the grin off your face. Keep feeling blissful as an incestrallite. Stay in this state of bliss, if anything bad crosses your mind, re-focus and stay blissful feeling and maintain this light trancy blissful condition, while laying flat on your back, alone, preferably without clothes, or loose and light ones if U must wear something. Room should B dark and quiet that UR laying in, on a comfortable bed. Their is a magic number that U must know is real, U cannot cheat your way out of it, this magic combination of numbers is 10 and 6, because astrally in base 8, this converts to 8 and 12, the mortal world combination when multiplying 12 with 8, to give the magic number of both 96 and its inverse magic number of 69, but knowing that is not of any importance 2U. Just the 10 and the 6. Ten times, you focus on a place U wish 2B, it could B the bedroom of a favorite rock star, or a secret lover, or the friggin Oval office, it does not matter. U must create a quick daydream starting with U in the place U wish 2B,m picture yourself to appear to a particular person and look any way U wish 2 look. Tell them your telephone number if U wish, do whatever U wish 2 do, but keep it short and sweet, and simple, as you need to repeat this a total of ten total timers. Now, after 10 times of doing this, U say silently to yourself, picking whatever time you wish be it 2 hours, 3 hours, whatever, “astral body, I command U2 leave me in three hours and go to the place I wish 2B”. This needs 2B done 6 times. This is the precise instructions 4 using the great mystical FASCITAR – 6/10 PROJECTION SYSTEM. This secret is known by few masters on this planet throughout mans total recorded history. Start by going 2 places UR familiar with, and remain on the PHYSICAL PLANE. Later on, visit me at Ricktown Manor, or go to Diana’s Code Cabin, read first about these places on my website, come to physical world place, www.morianity-foundation.com and then come and C4 yourself. Come to the great TECK BAY, and go to the MYSTERY SCHOOL and talk to the guru/mystic professors. Do not let fear fuck with U. Passing between life and death is scary to most mortals. Coming back here from there can B a bit unpleasant and scary, bad vibrations can occur, ignore it and get passed it, it is so freaking worth it, believe me. U cannot go to the great city, only to one of the gates, you will B stopped at the security gated system, and B required to show paperwork of a sorts, a CITY PASS. These are only issued to a rare few, and those with passes have registered city names, and this is registered in huge city museums along Salvation Boulevard. These huge scrolls R inside huge books under impenetrable glass type structures. Exploding galaxies could not put a dent in this material. Some do learn how to get and stay in this great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, without proper authorization, but the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL knows UR there, and will eventually remove U, in organized rotations similar to the way America has border patrols, and occasionally has all out round ups of illegals, and escorts them out. Visit RICKTOWN, or any place U wish 2B in this great Olympian Province. U can go 2 other provinces on the astral plane, it is an infinite place of 6 directions that all go endlessly around and loop together in a huge hyper-spherical reality, that is real because U agree that it is real. Anything U do on the physical or astral plane is done with built in rewards and punishments, it is kind of hard to make U know Y this is so, other than 2 tell U that in the grand scheme of things, every victim of every evil deed gets their chance to BU and make UB them. This is why the greatest master of all of them, Jesus, said to love your brother as U love yourself, as all the laws and the prophets hang on this commandment. UR being good 2U by doing this, and the other way around, and this is hyper-spacial law. When practicing the 6/10 Fascitar, the average person will need between 3 and 6 nights to succeed. Once UC how incredible all of this really is, U’ll never let mortal man tell U it ain’t real, U’ll know that it freaking REAL. A,ll victims of Virginia Teck must realize that in all of hyperspace, each one has taken their turn being the madman. It is a limitless multiple worlds within worlds. When U do good, U do it mostly 2U. When U do bad, U do it mostly 2U. As UR punching that little fart in the bar next Wednesday night, and he is begging U2 stop, as U hit him with another barn-house, remember, zillions of universes exist right now in HS where that other little dude is U, and U are him, and it is U that is getting pounded 2 shit. U mortals think punishments can B escaped from, or that they need 2B inflicted on U externally by the gods, and UR sadly mistaken. Playing with the Fascitar 6/10 is cool as anything, but abuse this knowledge and you will wake up one day hating my guts more than if I took your wife and business and brutally hurt your family. You will cuss me out and try to look me up and cut my living guts out. Do not abuse this knowledge. Explore. Learn. Have a cool time dudes and duddesses, but do not say you have not been warned. If U want 2C4 yourself that dying is an illusion and none of the shit Earthers believe is even close 2 being true, then indeed, screw up your courage, take 300 grams of anti-wuss pills, and go the hell 4 it. Get past the fear, keep going past the fear, that valley of the shadow and fearing no evil stuff in scriptures, ain’t no lie. There is sort of a bad-vibe zone in the cross over process, don’t fucking wuss out, do it, and U will know then and only then, that all the claims that I have made on all of my bloggings R all real and completely true.
MESSAGE TO ATLANTIC CITY AND MY ENEMY BRIGGER LAMISTS, AND LEVY-ATHANS:
I am closing out today to say quickly and sternly that if I could not prove much of the stuff that some of U super scumbags have done 2 me, common sense must tell U ass holes, that I’d never have dared 2 start these blogs, and start 2 really tie the bag up, and show the multiverse what is going on. All the people and entities that have totally taken over and invaded this natural world and started us into this major tribulation and these totally sick spirit of these sick times, in 1986, are all caught in my PROOF system, and 4 now, this is all I am willing 2 impart 2 this present blog. Soon, there will B just no closets big enough 4 these child molesters and sacrificers to hide in, and I will prove the reason Y no new structures ever get built on Tennessee Avenue in the great ACNJUSAESMWG. Brown eyed Callio, I am forever watching U. My lovely Atlantic, U were so great with me last night, WO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!UNREAL!!!!!!!
Posted by theansweristheqyuestion at 5:19 PM
Monday, April 2, 2007
WHOM
IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN
#6 PRINTED THIS 2ND DAY OF THE 4TH MONTH OF THE OH-SEVEN YEAR
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A late good moanin’ to my Morians, and a major thank U to a group of persons who I recently realized R indeed helping me with my problems, secretly, but of course, that is the only real way at least 4 now, 2 safely do it, as no one wants my enemies 2 become their enemies. First, I was in another part of hyperspace, put more accurately, the me part of me here in this universe, was transported via dream-travel, we all do this every night and some remember more than others, some remember none such as Eddie H my web designer, anyway, anyway, I was the recessant in the dominant’s wakeful part of this transdimensional hyperspace or McCoo’s 5-D. My ex business partner, part of a tri-destruct parallel 4 me, as between Paula/Paula/Paul, the psychic, the giant, and the other giant who was my partner in SPR, anyway, we were walking in a mini-mall towards a Radio Shack store 2 purchase something, and the guys knew me in there and were expecting me and my partner. It was like pulling teeth, as all he did was smirk at me and would not utter one word when I persistently asked him why he did things 2 me since I moved into Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Just as here he would admit nothing. But I managed in hyperspace 2 break him down, after my final question 2 him that if he or his wife is ever reading these blogs, he will know exactly what is going on and how I can get answers 2 what I need 2 know, if not here, then wherever is needed 4 me 2 acquire the info. The question 2 him was, put more as a statement than a question, ''you will never tell me why nor admit it will you, to endlessly make me nuts, wow, a dude your size who can kick the crap out of 99.99% of your fellow man, and U cannot fess up, could it B that not ever telling is the actual deed, more than the deed done of itself?'' He grinned a full grin, his eyes turned from stone cold and just plain mean expression looking, and said in a quiet voice but not a shy one, 'yep'! Your secret is out Big Guy. Whatever I did during one of our phone ‘heated debates’, must have been when U decided to pull this bit of ingeniousness on me. Anyway, I looked at U over there in that parallel reality where U were only about 35 years old, and were 5 inches taller there than here, if U can imagine this, longer hair, worn differently than here where I knew U and was your partner. It was bright dark brown, and U had cowboy boots on, brown and red, cool man. Anyway, I looked in your eyes, stretching my neck practically into contortions, and said to you, ''UR intricate''. I said this over and over, and after 3 times, maybe 4, your expression grew nasty, and U focused your gaze away from my eyes, and focused it straight ahead again, with a glare that said it all, like U were saying,''screw ya, ya little shit head''. After we got into the Radio Shack, I looked at U one final time and said, ''you’re Einsteinian''. U really R bud, if this is the truth here in this part of 5-D HS, and I believe it is 100%, yes, UR FREAKING EINSTEINIAN”. Amazing how U can forget all I did 4U, somehow your mind is able 2 throw that large part of reality into some cosmic trash can. U can kick my ass all over and up and down the streets of Elm and Hammonton, but pal, after UR gone someday, junior will know where the wedding money came from. I think it’s only fair, and don’t fret. If the genes run the way they should, he’ll turn around and kick my ass 4 saying it. Fine, I’ll still feel a final vindication. I would not have cared if U had gotten 600 grand from me, it was the wedding money that I was pissed off about. A real 'he-man' who has more than fisticuffs to back him up, would have coughed up that lousy thousand, just so this now would never B able 2B typed. If it was me, I would rob a bank if I had 2, just to keep my testosterone circles in proper working order. If U cannot C this, well, cool, U did me a huge favor, and whether U believe it or not, I hope U win the powerball jackpot and own the country world someday. All I will ever say to anyone is the wedding story, but U’d B the big shot who could laugh and say, I never knew that little fucking shit. Remember, others have done that also, but as they well know, I keep paperwork, tapes, and everything; 2 prove that they can claim they never knew me all they want 2!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok dude, yeah, sure, right.
Thank you to those reading my story of Matte throwing the huge heavy barbell out to block my way when I desperately needed 2 ask him about my Sarah. Levy told him to fuck me off. I was fooled like the rest of the world and put on my site the info I learned about Mister Green Beret Hero. Someone or something Captain, must have had their highly intelligent Mr. Spock check it all out, as over the weekend, Diana showed me how my website listed the info about special forces Robert Bob, www.morianity-foundation.com. I think it is discussed in the section called KRASSLEVILLE, apropos would U not agree?????? Shortly later, the lies story broke in the press. This shows me I do have friends. Hay Joann, Hi, how ya doing? Believe it or not, throwing him out may not B all that helpful 2 me, as I am concerned about a potential timeline that may get around 2 happening in my part of HS. There R places in the great hyperspace where around the end of this decade, and the starting of the next one; I will B working under him after things go real wrong 4 him as Mayor; and he is back on the beach as Chief Levy, my ex-body-surfing-buddy, until he shit all over me when I asked him about Sarah, who I know he knows well. All 'EM' people R in with utility personnel, and city workers; as both Sarah and her brother Frank indeed R. Let me come down there and ask about anything, B it to McG, the Mayor, Matte, John and Photeous at the next door to the CCC parking lot, or anyone, and it is like UR asking 2 rape someone’s underage daughter. They try 2 drown U in the drink, and wreck every aspect of your life. They got tax people on me, convinced a bankruptcy judge that I was trying 2 hide millions of dollars in some out of country bank or a strong box in the pines; Christ, I wish. They fucked with me when I tried to get into the public housing, and on and on, but it was all a favor in long run play, as living down in that city, 4 me, would B total suicide. No, Joann, I know that the mayor is quite shady, and I could tell U so much about so many of all of them; but am scared, as my only part time job which I need or I will starve 2 death and my enemies R determined to destroy me totally and completely. They were not afraid 2 start a vicious rumor about a lovely woman and once very good friend of mine, Sally Starr. No one better ever try to dispute what I tell, if I did not have evidence that would stand up legally in court, I would never dare say what I say and make claims that R outlandish against high profile people, I am not that dumb, nor insane. No there is a timeline, and it is coming around more with every passing day with events passing into the time flux such as SORA, Security Officer Registration Act, my firm being bought out by a huge outfit with numerous connections with entertainment and ACNJUSAESMWG, AND THE NUMEROUS TROUBLE SURFACING WITH Levy. If I end up on the beach as Lieutenant in charge of Beach Security, it will B after a nasty terroristic attack, and with this SORA deal, I will B under the direct chain of command of the ATLANTIC COUNTY EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT, which when Levy was Chief of the Beach Patrol in the summer B4 getting elected to Mayor, he during the winter was indeed the head of the EM for the Atlantic County, USAESMWG. Local powers R never 2B underestimated, they R far worse than any federal BFA’s, Black File Agencies, so covert that congress hands them money and asks no questions, and they can invade all of our lives, legally, 4 any reason, and monitor, even totally wreck them, should UB4 whatever reason, declared a domestic enemy of the United States. If he is over me, he will make my life beyond a living Dogtown, and will lead 2 a showdown. Neither of us want this, I don’t go down easy, and neither does Mayor L.
Message to all my lovely hawks and large black birds:
Thank U4 coming all around me with a giant flock, while I was doing my laundry in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, back last week. Literally 50 or more giant hawks and buzzards came right 2 me and flew all over the parking lot swooping down on me while I called out 2 them. Thank U great Sarah-Stacey my love, for sending your birds 2 me. Please tell your cousin Diana, that I need her to go to certain places, that will cause her to come around me while I exist in this nightmare interaction. If she can just come and flash her beautiful colors and let me love her, I could survive, otherwise, I must try to kill myself with the Gamblers Express Train, it comes roaring along at 80 MPH, and all I need to do in the middle of the night is to walk down from any of the stations or cross walks, and disappear into some woods until the train comes along, and throw myself onto the tracks at the last minute, and crunch, I wake up out of this horrific and vicious dream nightmare. I know I keep trying and it does not work 4 me, but I will keep dying over and over until it sticks, or live trying. Even sufferers can make little pun jokes.
To the MAGIC ASTERISK KEMTRAIL OF DECEMBER 1969:
ASTERISK/KRASSLE, only the L or 90 degree angle is not in asterisk, all other letters interchange. Asterisks have 3 lines and 6 points, and 3+6=9, or 3-6-9- a number that police can relate to, right Frank, ol’ pal? Just imagine coming out of a dream where a girl takes a chain away from U, and when U wake up and check a strong box where U keep it in, U find 2 your astonishment that it is gone, vanished and houdini’d. Then U get on your bus 2 go 2 school, and a huge trail made by 3 jets, criss cross making a huge star in the sky, all bright white sparkling in a cold glistening winter sun, actually, it was the final 2 weeks of 1969’s autumn. It dissipated and was seen all over most of Camden County. I have not yet surface-scratched the full story of this chain, the real astral realities and phases of existences, and so much. I have not started getting really into TTH’s, [THIRD THING HAPPENINGS], as this ‘chain dream’ was one of these.
To the WEEKEND SIEGERS CLUB OF A QUARTER FUCKING CENTURY:
For nearly a fourth of a century, these Brigger scum make my weekends a pure hell, and remember the neighborhood attack that I blogged, where both of my boob ass neighbors fucked with me when I was coming home tired from a long shift at my job, both on Saturday and Sunday mornings, one on one, and the other on the other, yet never B4, nor since, did this happen, and I am 6 and ½ years at my current Hammonton residence, as I told the Division of New Jersey Taxation and homestead rebate department, in good old Trenton, NJ. I finally got my rebate, but proving I lived here a very long time, was pure hell. They did come through so I must say thank you, it is appreciated, I am drowning and need all the help I can get, it isn’t like I am going out tonight 2 the movies with some hottie on my shoulders. Those days ended 30 fucking years ago, all I am trying 2 fucking do is survive 4 crissake, doesn’t any one have a heart or any human emotion any more, is every one related to Vulcan Spock?????????????
Message to locals fucking with me:
I will blog what U did 2 me coming home both Saturday and Sunday, this was on the road stuff, not boob neighborhood stuff, but notice that with both cases, they do not strike on just one of the 2 days that I am coming home from my job, but on BOTH DAYS!!!!!!! Saturday they flash-mobbed me big time, tried to get Eddie H’s New York City newspapers at the wawa as I do on Saturday mornings, and the line, for absolutely no reason, was around the store and out the door, and parking was out to a block away. I walked in and saw this FLASHMOB, go to http://www.csi.com or click around with the CSI TV show sites, and type in flashmob episode, it is not made up fictional fucking shit. Anyway, I threw the papers down on the front area and stormed out, there is no fighting shit like this. Then coming home Sunday, a neighbor of Eddie H’s by no coincidence, fucked with me. He is some sort of local municipal honcho. He had red flags all over, and stopped me while a slew of biker dirt bags were supposedly coming. They come, then he signals 4 me 2 go and when I do, more of them come flying down from the intersecting street where he had me dead stopped, and nearly hit my car. If he had hit my car, my lawyer would have been on board real quick. When I asked him if I had permission to U-turn around, he said 2 me, “U can’t B in a hurry on a Sunday morning”. I just said,”I will wait”, and rolled up my window, but Y if this was not 2 annoy me, could I not simply turn my car around and gone down the block before to get to the same place? This turd illegally rides his little kid on his loud ass Harley blotorsuckle up and down Ed’s street over and over, while I am in here trying 2 do my blogging. Mr. McCoy of L&O, how much of this would U believe is coincidental and not intentional harassement if this was happening 2U, and your show was real life, come on, I ask you, send me an e-mail or comment, would U believe it, ‘cause it is not the way U operate on the TV show.
#6 PRINTED THIS 2ND DAY OF THE 4TH MONTH OF THE OH-SEVEN YEAR
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A late good moanin’ to my Morians, and a major thank U to a group of persons who I recently realized R indeed helping me with my problems, secretly, but of course, that is the only real way at least 4 now, 2 safely do it, as no one wants my enemies 2 become their enemies. First, I was in another part of hyperspace, put more accurately, the me part of me here in this universe, was transported via dream-travel, we all do this every night and some remember more than others, some remember none such as Eddie H my web designer, anyway, anyway, I was the recessant in the dominant’s wakeful part of this transdimensional hyperspace or McCoo’s 5-D. My ex business partner, part of a tri-destruct parallel 4 me, as between Paula/Paula/Paul, the psychic, the giant, and the other giant who was my partner in SPR, anyway, we were walking in a mini-mall towards a Radio Shack store 2 purchase something, and the guys knew me in there and were expecting me and my partner. It was like pulling teeth, as all he did was smirk at me and would not utter one word when I persistently asked him why he did things 2 me since I moved into Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Just as here he would admit nothing. But I managed in hyperspace 2 break him down, after my final question 2 him that if he or his wife is ever reading these blogs, he will know exactly what is going on and how I can get answers 2 what I need 2 know, if not here, then wherever is needed 4 me 2 acquire the info. The question 2 him was, put more as a statement than a question, ''you will never tell me why nor admit it will you, to endlessly make me nuts, wow, a dude your size who can kick the crap out of 99.99% of your fellow man, and U cannot fess up, could it B that not ever telling is the actual deed, more than the deed done of itself?'' He grinned a full grin, his eyes turned from stone cold and just plain mean expression looking, and said in a quiet voice but not a shy one, 'yep'! Your secret is out Big Guy. Whatever I did during one of our phone ‘heated debates’, must have been when U decided to pull this bit of ingeniousness on me. Anyway, I looked at U over there in that parallel reality where U were only about 35 years old, and were 5 inches taller there than here, if U can imagine this, longer hair, worn differently than here where I knew U and was your partner. It was bright dark brown, and U had cowboy boots on, brown and red, cool man. Anyway, I looked in your eyes, stretching my neck practically into contortions, and said to you, ''UR intricate''. I said this over and over, and after 3 times, maybe 4, your expression grew nasty, and U focused your gaze away from my eyes, and focused it straight ahead again, with a glare that said it all, like U were saying,''screw ya, ya little shit head''. After we got into the Radio Shack, I looked at U one final time and said, ''you’re Einsteinian''. U really R bud, if this is the truth here in this part of 5-D HS, and I believe it is 100%, yes, UR FREAKING EINSTEINIAN”. Amazing how U can forget all I did 4U, somehow your mind is able 2 throw that large part of reality into some cosmic trash can. U can kick my ass all over and up and down the streets of Elm and Hammonton, but pal, after UR gone someday, junior will know where the wedding money came from. I think it’s only fair, and don’t fret. If the genes run the way they should, he’ll turn around and kick my ass 4 saying it. Fine, I’ll still feel a final vindication. I would not have cared if U had gotten 600 grand from me, it was the wedding money that I was pissed off about. A real 'he-man' who has more than fisticuffs to back him up, would have coughed up that lousy thousand, just so this now would never B able 2B typed. If it was me, I would rob a bank if I had 2, just to keep my testosterone circles in proper working order. If U cannot C this, well, cool, U did me a huge favor, and whether U believe it or not, I hope U win the powerball jackpot and own the country world someday. All I will ever say to anyone is the wedding story, but U’d B the big shot who could laugh and say, I never knew that little fucking shit. Remember, others have done that also, but as they well know, I keep paperwork, tapes, and everything; 2 prove that they can claim they never knew me all they want 2!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok dude, yeah, sure, right.
Thank you to those reading my story of Matte throwing the huge heavy barbell out to block my way when I desperately needed 2 ask him about my Sarah. Levy told him to fuck me off. I was fooled like the rest of the world and put on my site the info I learned about Mister Green Beret Hero. Someone or something Captain, must have had their highly intelligent Mr. Spock check it all out, as over the weekend, Diana showed me how my website listed the info about special forces Robert Bob, www.morianity-foundation.com. I think it is discussed in the section called KRASSLEVILLE, apropos would U not agree?????? Shortly later, the lies story broke in the press. This shows me I do have friends. Hay Joann, Hi, how ya doing? Believe it or not, throwing him out may not B all that helpful 2 me, as I am concerned about a potential timeline that may get around 2 happening in my part of HS. There R places in the great hyperspace where around the end of this decade, and the starting of the next one; I will B working under him after things go real wrong 4 him as Mayor; and he is back on the beach as Chief Levy, my ex-body-surfing-buddy, until he shit all over me when I asked him about Sarah, who I know he knows well. All 'EM' people R in with utility personnel, and city workers; as both Sarah and her brother Frank indeed R. Let me come down there and ask about anything, B it to McG, the Mayor, Matte, John and Photeous at the next door to the CCC parking lot, or anyone, and it is like UR asking 2 rape someone’s underage daughter. They try 2 drown U in the drink, and wreck every aspect of your life. They got tax people on me, convinced a bankruptcy judge that I was trying 2 hide millions of dollars in some out of country bank or a strong box in the pines; Christ, I wish. They fucked with me when I tried to get into the public housing, and on and on, but it was all a favor in long run play, as living down in that city, 4 me, would B total suicide. No, Joann, I know that the mayor is quite shady, and I could tell U so much about so many of all of them; but am scared, as my only part time job which I need or I will starve 2 death and my enemies R determined to destroy me totally and completely. They were not afraid 2 start a vicious rumor about a lovely woman and once very good friend of mine, Sally Starr. No one better ever try to dispute what I tell, if I did not have evidence that would stand up legally in court, I would never dare say what I say and make claims that R outlandish against high profile people, I am not that dumb, nor insane. No there is a timeline, and it is coming around more with every passing day with events passing into the time flux such as SORA, Security Officer Registration Act, my firm being bought out by a huge outfit with numerous connections with entertainment and ACNJUSAESMWG, AND THE NUMEROUS TROUBLE SURFACING WITH Levy. If I end up on the beach as Lieutenant in charge of Beach Security, it will B after a nasty terroristic attack, and with this SORA deal, I will B under the direct chain of command of the ATLANTIC COUNTY EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT, which when Levy was Chief of the Beach Patrol in the summer B4 getting elected to Mayor, he during the winter was indeed the head of the EM for the Atlantic County, USAESMWG. Local powers R never 2B underestimated, they R far worse than any federal BFA’s, Black File Agencies, so covert that congress hands them money and asks no questions, and they can invade all of our lives, legally, 4 any reason, and monitor, even totally wreck them, should UB4 whatever reason, declared a domestic enemy of the United States. If he is over me, he will make my life beyond a living Dogtown, and will lead 2 a showdown. Neither of us want this, I don’t go down easy, and neither does Mayor L.
Message to all my lovely hawks and large black birds:
Thank U4 coming all around me with a giant flock, while I was doing my laundry in Berlin, NJUSAESMWG, back last week. Literally 50 or more giant hawks and buzzards came right 2 me and flew all over the parking lot swooping down on me while I called out 2 them. Thank U great Sarah-Stacey my love, for sending your birds 2 me. Please tell your cousin Diana, that I need her to go to certain places, that will cause her to come around me while I exist in this nightmare interaction. If she can just come and flash her beautiful colors and let me love her, I could survive, otherwise, I must try to kill myself with the Gamblers Express Train, it comes roaring along at 80 MPH, and all I need to do in the middle of the night is to walk down from any of the stations or cross walks, and disappear into some woods until the train comes along, and throw myself onto the tracks at the last minute, and crunch, I wake up out of this horrific and vicious dream nightmare. I know I keep trying and it does not work 4 me, but I will keep dying over and over until it sticks, or live trying. Even sufferers can make little pun jokes.
To the MAGIC ASTERISK KEMTRAIL OF DECEMBER 1969:
ASTERISK/KRASSLE, only the L or 90 degree angle is not in asterisk, all other letters interchange. Asterisks have 3 lines and 6 points, and 3+6=9, or 3-6-9- a number that police can relate to, right Frank, ol’ pal? Just imagine coming out of a dream where a girl takes a chain away from U, and when U wake up and check a strong box where U keep it in, U find 2 your astonishment that it is gone, vanished and houdini’d. Then U get on your bus 2 go 2 school, and a huge trail made by 3 jets, criss cross making a huge star in the sky, all bright white sparkling in a cold glistening winter sun, actually, it was the final 2 weeks of 1969’s autumn. It dissipated and was seen all over most of Camden County. I have not yet surface-scratched the full story of this chain, the real astral realities and phases of existences, and so much. I have not started getting really into TTH’s, [THIRD THING HAPPENINGS], as this ‘chain dream’ was one of these.
To the WEEKEND SIEGERS CLUB OF A QUARTER FUCKING CENTURY:
For nearly a fourth of a century, these Brigger scum make my weekends a pure hell, and remember the neighborhood attack that I blogged, where both of my boob ass neighbors fucked with me when I was coming home tired from a long shift at my job, both on Saturday and Sunday mornings, one on one, and the other on the other, yet never B4, nor since, did this happen, and I am 6 and ½ years at my current Hammonton residence, as I told the Division of New Jersey Taxation and homestead rebate department, in good old Trenton, NJ. I finally got my rebate, but proving I lived here a very long time, was pure hell. They did come through so I must say thank you, it is appreciated, I am drowning and need all the help I can get, it isn’t like I am going out tonight 2 the movies with some hottie on my shoulders. Those days ended 30 fucking years ago, all I am trying 2 fucking do is survive 4 crissake, doesn’t any one have a heart or any human emotion any more, is every one related to Vulcan Spock?????????????
Message to locals fucking with me:
I will blog what U did 2 me coming home both Saturday and Sunday, this was on the road stuff, not boob neighborhood stuff, but notice that with both cases, they do not strike on just one of the 2 days that I am coming home from my job, but on BOTH DAYS!!!!!!! Saturday they flash-mobbed me big time, tried to get Eddie H’s New York City newspapers at the wawa as I do on Saturday mornings, and the line, for absolutely no reason, was around the store and out the door, and parking was out to a block away. I walked in and saw this FLASHMOB, go to http://www.csi.com or click around with the CSI TV show sites, and type in flashmob episode, it is not made up fictional fucking shit. Anyway, I threw the papers down on the front area and stormed out, there is no fighting shit like this. Then coming home Sunday, a neighbor of Eddie H’s by no coincidence, fucked with me. He is some sort of local municipal honcho. He had red flags all over, and stopped me while a slew of biker dirt bags were supposedly coming. They come, then he signals 4 me 2 go and when I do, more of them come flying down from the intersecting street where he had me dead stopped, and nearly hit my car. If he had hit my car, my lawyer would have been on board real quick. When I asked him if I had permission to U-turn around, he said 2 me, “U can’t B in a hurry on a Sunday morning”. I just said,”I will wait”, and rolled up my window, but Y if this was not 2 annoy me, could I not simply turn my car around and gone down the block before to get to the same place? This turd illegally rides his little kid on his loud ass Harley blotorsuckle up and down Ed’s street over and over, while I am in here trying 2 do my blogging. Mr. McCoy of L&O, how much of this would U believe is coincidental and not intentional harassement if this was happening 2U, and your show was real life, come on, I ask you, send me an e-mail or comment, would U believe it, ‘cause it is not the way U operate on the TV show.
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Not entirely true, I am
commenting up here 6 years in the mother fucking future, good
believers. Does anything ever really change, FOR ME
anyway??????? If this was not all real, how could I ever keep
all these lies and fish-tale stories all straight for a fucking
lifetime, YO??????????????????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
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About Me
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- Good folks, there is nothing in the entire universe like Morianity. There is a reason for this, and you may hate hearing this, making me sound like the quintessential club president in the Braggadocio Club. This just cannot be helped unfortunately, I know I am not bragging, and in fact, I am endlessly crying with the clowns, both on the outside and the inside. The reason nothing else like this exists, is because this entire multiverse when observed from the upline world, is one single thought-wave, of me (THAT-BOY), and my wonderful beautiful teen-queen, (SARAH KRASSLE).
- It really is just that JH-1969 simple, YO YO YO YO!!!
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- WHY NOT ACT 60 PP, AND FORGIVE ME, AND BUZZ ME???
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- NIGHTY NIGHT GOOD FOLKS AND MISTER WARNER, WHAAAAA.
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- WHY NOT ACT 60, WELL, BECAUSE HE HAS THE COOLEST MIRROR IN THE WORLD, YOU KNOW, the old psychological projection deal. He calls me immature, wow, that mirror is really in front of you, old pal, and makes a high definition 80 inch television set pale in comparison as to clarity. WO Billy.
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- TIME TO SAY NIGHTY-NIGHT, AT 5:35, I AM HUNGRY, AND HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF GETTING MY MOTHER OFF, MI!!!
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- WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!
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