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THIS
IS MORIANITY CHAPTER 00155,
IN PART 5.
Never
risk follow the follow. Always be a Mountainpen Opposite Shooter. And
then, if you ever get the option; just don't allow yourself to be
born in the first place. These
are the three great rules of all Jason Forrest meanings of life.
WELL
I WAS SUPER MOTHER FUCKING PERSECUTED FOR DAYS AND NIGHTS; IN
ORDER TO GET THE 3-DAY DROPPING DOW JONES TO TURN AROUND,
AND IT DID; OPENING UP 80 POINTS HIGHER,
YESTERDAY; THEN SLOWLY DROPPING BACK A LITTLE BIT, ''AS
THE DAY WORE ON'', MISTER STUART. THE REALLY SADEST PART OF ALL THIS,
IS NOT THE GAMES THAT RHYMING MORTALS DARED TO START, VERY EARLY IN
THE NINETEEN EIGHTIES; AS PER THE COPYRIGHTED SONG; BUT IS THAT
ALMOST NO ONE OUT HERE UNDERSTANDS WHAT IS
GOING ON AND REALIZES THAT INVISIBLE TO THEIR REALITY AS
IT MAY APPEAR TO THEM; IT DOES TOTALLY EFFECT BOTH THEM, AND THEIR
LOVED ONES, AND WILL GO ONTO DO SO, AS YEAR FOLLOWS BLOODY ROTTEN
FUCKING YEAR; DREW, MY PAL.
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- 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. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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It
is bad enough that folks want to keep stuff like hyperspace and
exploratronic truth, in the realms of either fictional or delusional,
or just for a 'future generation', but when they begin to add an
entire mansion kitchen worth of other life ingredients into this
life-mix, well; that's pure sad. This must be my original and once
often discussed, MARCH-SADNESS, despite being despised and hated by
B-Ball fans everywhere as a result.
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
THANK
YOU FOR SEEING ME TODAY, MY ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!
BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
BABY-BLOND
DIANA
ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
In
the near future, computers will have a really cool feature. I have
seen them in many localized places in the hyperspace not that far off
around 2020-2025. On the left of the screen, maybe ten inches wide, a
detailed display of whatever is hacking you is displayed in bars down
the screen, showing perpetrator addresses and IPS addresses, as well
as both the details of the hack, and its name, and if new, given a
name; instantly analyzed by Google-Repair, as it is called, and then
is removed. You do pay for this service, and with three type of
provided services, minimal, mid-level, and full-advanced, also
called, A-B-C. Last night while what you call, ''asleep'', I was in a
home of a family who had one, and in this den was a calendar reading
2022. On the other side from a nice sized long and wide hallway, was
a gymnasium. In it, the kids were practicing cheer-leading with
friends, and I was the parents in the den while they were working on
this computer.
This
will compensate now for a Jane Miss Bitchweeds clock attack done
without a clock, as this is fucking page eleven of eleven.
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is equal to who gives a shit and a half? Let me now stare at these
lovely wonderful and adorable whittle fives, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Well,
those 9 years went by quickly, nice to be back now here in 2013, good
Morians and all other viewers of L-4!!!!!!! Lots of door activity is
are already ongoing on this Friday morning, here at non-Lenny
McKinnon 601 Avenue B here in Fort Pierce, Florida. WEEEEEEEE!!!!!
My
pal, Mikey has a job now, thank the gods. I won't be hit up for money
or made to feel guilty. This is why the rich people definitely do go
out of their way not to associate with others not so blessed as them,
materially anyway. It is no fun being pestered for money, it breaks
up friends, and even fucks up romances. You see shit like this on
those great TV Judge programs any and every day on television.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a
time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also
that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any
excuse 4U? Signed, Da' Mountainpen.
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are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. Only where RU
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thing, BREAD and IF, OR 'as if', Doctor Garrigan???????????????????
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me PEE, it is e-bay
genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD-PENETRATOR DEVICE, SO PLEASE TRY AND
REMEMBER THIS.
OH
WELL DARIUS OLD PAL, I SURVIVED
'EIGHT-EIGHT'!!!!!!!!
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA
ARTEEMIS, MY
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MAGNESONIC,
DESTROY MY ROTTEN ENEMIES, OR ELSE, YOU WILL BE DISASSEMBLED, AND
DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!
Diana,
don't let me down, Moon Goddess. I will always love you, as Whit H.
said!!!!!!
I
am going to move back up to Jersey where I belong, and was
forced to leave my only familiar surroundings and territory by that
monster no good crummy family. I
won't live in a stink box for anybody. I will be
glad to be back in four seasons with a lot less heat, cheaper food
prices by 40 percent, and having my old peeps back to help take care
of me, against these horrible monster fucking TAWF WOMO enemies
straight out of total hell. Nearly 4 years down here is quite long
and enough and sufficient punishment, right Paula Belinda King
Roofdog?
Well,
if anyone wishes to make contact with me and the RPLDD CLUB, as has
been the BURD DICK BRIDGE CASE for several nights now, here I go, to
beddie fucking bye, so see you in my nightmares, dirtballs, if you
dare want to mess with me. Do you really want a hurricane to take
Florida completely to pieces, totally dwarfing old Andrew in 1992?
WOW, how soon folks with power tend to forget that I too via Maggie,
have plenty of power of my own, ya' jerk offs.
I
can enjoy my own stuff, my formulas, my knowledge, my private music
that was never appreciated or understood, and this world can go
STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRES OF HELL AT C-SQ!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY, SIR.
BYE-BYE
4 right now, miserable rotten Callio and TAWF CLAN!!!!
AND
HELLO RIGHT BACK AT YOU ALL, WHAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!
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
00155.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
IT
IS QUARTER SHY OF ONE AM, 29 JULY, 2013, MONDAY.
I
FOR ONE KNOW ALREADY THAT I'LL HAVE A ROTTEN ONE.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT
40
years ago it was 1973, and right around this time, in that year, I
was attending a school at the Cherry Hill Mall, at the 1 Cherry Hill
Building, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, AKA Raspberry Valley, in my
so-called book of fiction from 1994, called, “The Permission
Barrier”. The name of that school was not AKKI or ACI, as the
cassette tapes dictated in my book, but was PCI, standing for the
Professional Careers Institute, run by two fellows, Michael Tedesco
and Peter Hasse, and who knows who else? In those days, I did not
have 40 years in front of me already past, loaded and filled with
enough stress and emotional damage to kill any normal hundred people
ten times over. My mind was sharp, and not all broken and gone the
way it is now as a result of four decades of pure freaking hell. Long
story made short, this course was taught without instructors and
professors until the very end where you went into a room the size of
a home that contained an IBM-360 computer, where you then performed a
few simple tasks, and received your degree as a programmer. I
graduated with a B+ in just over half a year. Back then I could learn
in this self taught type of way without any problem, this is not the
case after the horrendous eighties did me totally in, at light speed
cubed. If today was then, I would be on top of the world, but the
largest word in the dictionary will always remain, the word, IF. Now,
I am screwed. I can learn fine with a teacher and hands on
instructions and some practice rote, but take that away, and I am
just a dumb ass fucking retard, and on top of that, since meeting Jim
Burr, at this computer school, and his putting me onto this
SITUATION, that SOMETHING was against me and ruining my life, and
even went further into the epitome of weird, telling me it all had
something to do with my god dam fucking family, at the time, I
thought this dude was a total nut job times a billion or two. He was
correct all along, and now, I realize this was no random shit in 1994
that I joined the Haddonwood Swimming Club, or that I sent this book,
TPB down to the US © Office on Halloween Day, 'look out there'.
Still on top of these smaller mountains, I came to know in this year,
that there was no longer so much as one millionth of one percent of
doubt, and that all of this was no game, and that something from far
beyond ORDINARY REALITY, indeed was messing with both
me, my mother, and in ways I still do not know 100%, my family. The
last two years of my mother's life, she existed in a semi waking and
semi-sleeping state, and this condition of 'zombism' as I'll take the
fucking liberty of now coining this word, like it or not; is known
about by only a few top degreed Mason and Rosicrucian secret
societies. Also, my friend Dave was a high degreed Mason, and snuck a
secret chart out of his lodge one night early in the nineties,
showing who I really am, and who my family really is, and I suppose,
this is why a lot of fucking shit is so beyond believable all over
the place, and thereby forces me to be placed on a very
HEAVY-CRACK-POT-LIST, as without
implementing this methodology of dealing with shit like this; the
authorities would have to admit to the UFO situation, and
all of the rest of EXPLORATRONIC REALITY.
Folks,
this ain't gonna' happen, as this world society is owned and
controlled by real honest WORLD OWNERS, from where I carefully choose
the words in my term of WOMO, World Owners, and MO standing for
Milituforce Otammites, and Otammites standing for the root word
OTAMM, made up by me in 1988, standing for the words, ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST MARK MOHR! All of this is real, and disbelievers in my words
can, and this is putting it purple chip politely folks; kiss my ass,
and burn in hell. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW!
Yesterday
(Sunday) afternoon, there was about 3 or 4 hours of those assholes
going in and out with their doors, but they did not slam them super
loud, as only that one illegal fucking jerk off who is supposedly
barred from coming here but that's a laugh, does this; and no one
else. Still, they leave a code by using their door hang rug. The
front side is an unmissable large lion, as in KING, that they put up
as soon as they came into that apartment a few months after I moved
in here and lost the other dude to them. During certain times, they
turn this rug hang backwards to a blank side, and I cannot prove it,
but common sense tells me it is some type of a code to their drug
trafficking trade, that they are not in, or out of supply, or as
Robert Andrews put it, down in Albert Pileggi's basement, on that
night in June of 1975, “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
soon as I got off the telephone with my friend, Ann King Silva, I
activated the computer to do this blog, and immediately realized that
my settings again are all switched back to living on 36th
Avenue, San Mateo, California, and the time reads accordingly. Let me
now effect repairs for my true address of 601 Avenue B, here in Fort
Pierce, Florida, and make my clock read nearly a quarter before
three, not much earlier, on this freaking ass
'Monday-HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY' afternoon.
I've
told Ann, all the shit that has been done to me recently by these
enemies, as well as all of the many cousins, distant as they may be,
of her very special and incredible family. She knows about the
leaving of the Egg Harbor Township Library that day in the autumn in
2006 with Ed and myself, after my blogging that I'll be arriving on
10-SC Avenue shortly, in enemy-town Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and
once there, good old non-fully-human ROBERT
MCGUIRE, was right there around us in the shadows, TO
GREET US, in a not so friendly way, ATLANTIC COUNTY PROSECUTOR,
cousin of my Philadelphia Doctor of the nineteen-seventies, Edmund L.
Housel, and brother of Elisa, Joe King's Fiance', Joe is the only son
of Ann King. They will be working on getting me my copy back on my
all ready paid for and totally legal website disc, the
MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, Google it up , folks, have a blast. If you come
from the distant future, and are accessing this through the cosmanet
system, using distance delay channels AX57 or AX592, type in
www.morianity-foundation.com/
as long as it is in the year of 2007 or the latter part of 2006.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Well,
all night long, both of my GODESSESS interacted with me in wild and
strange ways. Memories in this waking human realm right now, are
blurry and fuzzy, to say the very least. Ann knows, and now
remembers; seeing the pix on this MF website, and neither Ed nor
myself, remembers a thing about McGuire sticking his ugly head in my
automobile passenger side front window. Take a look, ACP Housel. We
had no knowledge that this event ever took place at all, and were
amazingly stymied and quite flabbergasted when we developed the film
disc at the Eckert Pharmacy, and saw this for the freaking first time
ourselves. If this is not a major THREAT TO
THE NATIONAL SECURITY, a powerful clan walking around
amongst us with this kind of power, and obviously not timid or shy
about using their powers and abilities on both me, and any or all of
my associates or friends; then I do not know what would be, MISTER
TOM RIDGE, SIR!!!!!!! Then
I told Ann all about the time in June of 1996 when I left my swim
club in West Deptford, New Jersey, called the Haddonwood
Swim and Health Club, that was owned and operated by
MISTER TONY ZENUN; and how I proceeded to go to this psychic shop
just down the road a mile or less, called
“The Gathering Place”; and then that punk Nick took a
hammer and ruined my hubcap on my Saturn Satan Automobile, cool
combination, Satan wrecking a Saturn, hay, who knows; maybe
a house divided against itself can stand up after-all.
MORIANITY
PART 5
CHAPTER
00147 CONTINUES NOW.
Well.
We will tell a little tiny something now before signing off of this
blog, and at a later time, expand upon it, good people. It is the
topic of randomly selecting any previous thing inside of a long work
such as the BIBLE, or my bible, AKA MORIANITY-M3, OR MORIANITY OF
MILLENNIUM-3.
Here
is what I randomly select, let us see what happens here, Captain
Callio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PARLOR
TRICKS = TIME TRAVEL, YES, WITH A / THROUGH THE = SIGN. EVERYTHING IS
TECHNOLOGY, AND ONLY THE OWNERS OF THE H-2 NETWORK TOTALLY UNDERSTAND
AND SEE THROUGH THESE MIRAGES AND SMOKE-MIRROR MIND BENDING
ILLUSIONS. EVEN REAL TIME TRAVEL IS PURE ILLUSION, AS TIME IS NOTHING
BUT NOTHING, AKA A HUGE PARLOR TRICK IN AND OF ITSELF, AN
ILLUSION!!!!!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0444
KING
NEBSQUAT
FRIDAY
NIGHT
WL-SBT-DATFILE:
060112.891
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MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY 2006-2012
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO
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Peeps,
there are several topics I'll start digging into, with or without the
digger or other super sleuths of old, Gottwald Island family movie
night and all, notwithfreakingstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll begin by listing some of what will be talked about in both this
blog as well as the next several blogs that will follow, SAR-AH
willing, of course. I will finish out points that I said I'd be
getting into from just the last few blogs, and forgot to do once I
got harping away with the subject that I was on, but never fear
folks, I do review my shit later, on my Office Word Program; and when
I see I mess up, I correct later, most of the time anyway. Also, I'll
be talking about some of the phenomenon that occurred with myself,
and Mister David Charles Roth, ever since the night that we met at
the Caldor Department Store, that was at that time, under
construction, and we were security officers guarding the inventory
being brought in. There were other guards, and I need not list them,
despite my blogs, joking around with some of their names, and it was
silly, as who cares about people that nobody is ever meant to know,
from a while back into time, or then again; am I equipped to make
such a statement, with such an air of authority in my speech? That is
for much later blogs, maybe as the five hundreds come into play.
I
am choosing to open with the events of the day today, and then get
right into David Roth and the situation of our being the victims of a
horrifying when misused technology, you would all call this, TIME
TRAVEL. We all time travel, second by lousy ass second, so this does
not say a lot. There is regular time, and then there is altering it,
as this was told by me, in clever little ways, to the United States
Government, a long time ago, by my performing the deed of
copyrighting music that I wrote at varying times; and sending it on
cassette tapes, down to the Library of Congress, and along with this
music, sometimes; “accidental flip-sides”, that in all honesty,
were anything but accidental. That can stop right there, Mister
Metglands. James Rockford knows a little secret here about how we can
always get back to this at another time,
ouch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
day long, the scum across the hall have gone in and out and in and
out and in and out, like a bunch of cemetery worms crawling through
ancient freaking buried caskets. Jeese Louise Surfer Fonty Kickcars.
At least the slammer does not appear to be a GUEST today, thank the
Astral Plane Gods. Don't hurt me Shannon. But then since you share
this lovely name with Robert Cheatley's wonderful daughter, I might
also say, oooooh, there's lightning, huh mommy-phones? Anyway,
Lightning came around, again, to see me late this afternoon, and
early evening. Thank you so much my beautiful baby blond. We have an
endless date at the waterfalls, great Queen of Ricktown, and mighty
granddaughter of Zuudlochronus. Before I march along with any of
this, if you are not reading this blog, or any of my blogs; at the
site called, www.blogger.com/
and if the font and type on the blog site you are reading this on, is
not clear, or if you wish to read it in color, and spread out nicer;
type in the following URL address right now, and save it onto a
favorite spot, or however you may wish to proceed.
Http://www.theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
will take you to a clear and colorful presentation.
Every
time Dave and I would either secure employment at a site together, or
go to a particular restaurant, or do any manner of things that had a
repetition to them, we would find ourselves eventually discussing the
outlandish reality called hyperchange. As my newly made up Poor
Richard Franklin word suggests, things would rapidly go from great,
and a breath of fresh air; down into the dungeons of dark evil total
stinky pig shit, the more we kept going. It would start out as
HEAVEN, and dependably always go straight to mother fucking
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now why, and how did this actually go down in
waking life, here in the fifth dimensional hyperspace? I mean folks,
what were the actual honest to the gods mechanics that were, and had
to be; behind this beyond strange, and spurious attachment to the two
of us, with this wild land of the surreal and the
macabre????????????????? Well Lads, and Lassies, and Labbers, and Lab
dogs; there can always be a slew of numerous multiple explanations
that anyone at any time, can always dream up and hypothesize. But I
like insisting on the powerful and yes, sometimes quite frightening
truth, that the best answer that most likely is also correct and
fitting, is the one that just makes the most sense. I know I was
beaten friggin' up in 1975, by those two fucking jerk off lifeguard
mascots; because they could not get some gorgeous young babes on the
beach to pay them any attention; yet I came down, and they were all
over me, and I wasn't even the fucking least bit interested, nothing
different, same thing now and then, both with being picked on, and
being targeted by females. Being nearly sixty now, this fortunately
has lessened considerably, but it is entirely supernatural, and
always was; but yes, we can always do another James Rockford on this
as well, and most likely, we will. I never in any way wanted or chose
the ass kicking I got in 1975, on the beaches and streets of Atlantic
City; as these two dudes illegally stalked and assaulted me, and
today; I feel that the AC Beach Patrol should be sued, and pay me a
decent award in damages; as this caused me irrevocable psychological
harm, that effected the rest of my life, and the fucking ass
worthless police department down there just thought it was fucking
funny. Still, another James Rockford, if you please.
The
only real simple way that all the things that were pulled off between
late 1985, and up through this early millennium when David Roth was
murdered by his so-called Masonic pal, Jonathan, 33-231 --- 3 to the
3rd Masonic Lodge Co-member, are two words that would make
the great illustrious cosmologist and Einstein of our present times,
Mister STEVE HAWKING, totally salivate over, and these words, as many
all ready know and without any TT, and these words are none other
than TIME-TRAVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simply put folks, what has
happened, simply could not have been pulled off in any other way. It
is not possible. Now there are two ways to TT, and one is mastered
without the need of any lab equipment, scientific knowledge, college
degrees, and so on and so forth along these lines. I speak of what
ECKISTS call, and claim to own the term, and that is their fight with
the Copyright people, but I will certainly give them that honor,
“SOUL TRAVEL”. Also, as they say, you don't have a soul, you ARE
SOUL, so it is YOU, that merely learns to travel. But do you travel?
They also know this great truth, that a totally enlightened entity is
aware with 100% of their beingness that YOU DON'T REALLY TRAVEL
ANYWHERE. You all ready are everywhere, in every time, but not in 3
dimensions, in FIVE DIMENSIONS. To say that the past and present and
future, is all the same, and claim that Einstein made that statement,
is totally a falsehood. What he said, after the word future, included
the rest of his sentence, “IN THE FOURTH DIMENSION”. All parallel
universes are also the same thing, in the fifth dimension, not when
part of it, as then we individualize into it. There is into
something, and then there is IN THE OUT BEYOND IT ALL. You cannot
physically reach the system of higher than 3-D without major unknown
and quite majestic things, so I will keep my fucking mouth tightly
shut, and avoid the great and scarey, BUZZ ISLAND, huh Jason Forrest
Blaregain?
Now
the question beggars the dam imaginations of so many, what is SOUL
TRAVEL, especially when we say, you do not have a soul, and also that
there is no traveling, as we are all ready there, all over? This
normally takes the Eckist Chela a period of 17 years to reach the
level of mastership. I cannot find magical POOF-Merlin Potter words
that can do this in one blog, when it takes a major religion 100,000
or so strong, a period of nearly two decades. What I can do, and must
do, is simply tell what happened, and I will, as days keep
progressing. Once you GET IT, it is the most amazing thing in the
world. Then you thought you got it or so you come to realize around
30 years after you GOT IT. At this point, few have lived physically
here any longer, as I am doing; and it is not a pleasant arena or
circumstance to be in, let me assure you all right now of that. One
quick thing I feel compelled to tell, and will make varying direct
effects in the personal lives of whoever reads these words. Most
people who live and have the common sense to come in out of a nasty
storm, have experienced one or more THINGS, that if they could expand
their awareness and face the total truth behind this personal
experience; all odds are if it happened in a minute of time, it would
tear seriously into their sanity, and leave them damaged for life,
perhaps not in ways that would ever be known, as many in my opinion
have indeed had this happen to them, and have successfully faked
their total sanity after that, and will go on doing just that, until
planted into the deep warm Earth. Everyone has had ONE OF THESE. Some
folks may have had hundreds OF THESE. You personally translate the
“THESE” into the one or the ones from your own private little
tucked away life, that you most likely won't even share ever, with
your own spouse. Do you want to know a deep dark secret without it
telling or revealing any possible thing about anybody, just a secret
that will really be a life changer, anyone? Well, if not, tune over
by clicking the 'NEXT-BLOG' button, and maybe enjoy reading Danny
Pepper's Novelty Shop Diary, or the Stories of Great Granny
Jenny-Sue, and Her Tropical Garden. But if you stay here at
MORIANITY, this will hit hard, unless you're dead, JIMMY. I had it
proven to me without a doubt, naturally I cannot tell about how it
was, or it's off to Buzz Island; but if I had not done about eight
big things, from the middle sixties, through the early eighties, the
entire world as we all know it, would be so different in this
particular parallel universe, that nobody would allow themselves to
even enterfreakingtain the possibility of this being the truth, and
folks would race to the Williamstown PD, to join the GWPO Club of
willful doubters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will add in
something here, so imaginations don't fly off in totally wrong or
inappropriate directions. None of these (8-THINGS) has puke juice to
do with any of the following subjects, or anyone pertaining to them
in any possible way, or form: Scientificly performed time travel, my
music, or my family. WOW, does that start heads scratching yet?
Please don't sue me if you go bald, cut your nails before you begin
the head scratching, please. TANKS!!!!
END
OF THIS BLOGGING TWANSMISSION, GOOD FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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