BEGINNING
OF THIS BLOGGING TWANSMISSION, GOOD FOLKS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
MORIANITY
PART 5
CHAPTER
00157 CONTINUES NOW.
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.
Now
before we even think about going further with any of this, a few
foundations must be properly laid, or we all will be living in a city
of quickly falling skyscrapers. First, I do not need the magic
double-trailer people to tell me that I have recently lost a chunk of
my viewing audience. Just when I begin to work these blogs into a new
'twist', JOE, my readers are doing a 1997 summer-time Warren Grove
Highpoint Military War-game Installation syndrome on me, abandoning
Morianity at that critical juncture when I need to show how truly out
of order, reality is, all around us all of the time, without being
the wiser to it one tiny little bit. Dave Roth 'poo-pood' this as
well, at just the necessary time when I needed to show him some
really Earth shaking powerful freaking stuff, so that we could then
go onto take the next giant leaps towards reaching any significant
crests and new awareness's, that from there, would take us to a
virtually limitless boundless territory never even imagined yet, by
human kind as of 1997 then, and still now in 2013. In fact, my lyrics
to the old 'GITYA' tune from 1983, a year before my wonderful awesome
'lab-technician' began a three year contact in a new way with me, as
Labber Grantgland. Just as the many mountaintops were there to be
climbed, and we had reached that point where we were actually ready
to commence upon this wild esoteric journey; old buddy open minded
Dave, petered out! What a real shame. This is one of those events of
those days in the middle late nineteen-nineties, that could have,
with a little reality shift from a few decisions being made just a
tad bit differently by one person; may have dramatically and
drastically altered the entire world and culture all around, and yes,
with no intentions of doing the slightest bit of bragging, changed
the entire twenty-first century, in reference to the way that we all
perceive it in this present hyperspace reality from a past that took
another darker path on that night, in Warren Grove, New Jersey, USA.
In
a nutshell, all super compressed so as to just let me open this up
for right now, and yes, this has been talked about over the past
nearly 8 years of my blogs now, here and there, so it is time to go
to the next phase here. I told my Morians already, how I was telling
some real new truths, to my pal David Roth, up there in our isolated
location, on that late July morning around one or two in the pre-dawn
hours, of 1997; regarding Phase-4-Entities, and please do not confuse
'PHASE' with 'TYPE', please. I use the term (TYPE) for describing the
various levels of exploratronic activities, and then I use the term
of (PHASE) for describing the various Astral-Plane Entities, with the
basic types being 1-4. This is now what will be explored and examined
for a little while, not enough to bore you, lose you, or anger you,
but enough to make an indelible mark on your psyche or said maybe
better or clearer, cause you to take experiences from your own life,
perhaps, and then with this information, see some of your own
personal items in a brand new light, opening up possibilities and
widening your dimensional awareness, in ways you cannot imagine yet,
as this will not pertain to me at all, but to all of YOU! Then later,
as a result; you will hunger and thirst for Morianity to tell you so
much more; and then while you are hopefully more ready and able to
receive and grasp it more personally, maybe then you all will tell 5
of your friends to begin reading my truths, so that I can grow my
following, as otherwise, I will be forever rapping this failed
project up. This is not just a story of my screwed up life, it also
includes how the entire human race needs this information only
accessible by a person who has literally survived HELL ITSELF and
maintaining enough small degrees of sanity, so as to be able to still
form reasonably clear sentences for you to read and follow. If
whoever is left out here reading me, refuses as you did with my
music, to be more interactive with this, then I have no reason to
waste my time much longer or go on much further, despite having a
billion tons of information that any and all of you could use in any
manner of multiple ways in the course of your own lives, and in
return and exchange, I will never ask any of you for one red cent, or
anything else, only for a little help in spreading the same words
that you are reading, by telling a few who then tell a few more, and
so forth. No one believed how important and connected my musical
stuff posted up to the Youtube really was, and I was ignored, so I
took it down. Very soon, I WILL, do the very same thing with my
blogs. If you don't want it, and by not spreading the word around and
growing my readership, then why in heaven's name would I possibly
want to keep trying to shove my words down anyone's throat? So if my
blogs do not start to grow, and actually shrink as they have been
doing all summer; well, they can totally shrink down to zero, and
vanish right off of the internet for good.. This tool is not working
for me, and if that is the case, then fine, but I am not going to
bust my head on a concrete wall, misses Marola, and you taught me
that, with a little tough love, on that spring afternoon; back in
1969, and so; I do thank you. Google allows bloggers to view total
page counts, and from January through May, and even most of June, I
had 20-35% more page views from the first of one month through the
first of each following month. At this rate of recent dwindling, I
will be down to half my readership of the first half of this year's
level, and then if the decline continues, it will drop further down
to 65% less, 80% and then 95% where it may remain as a senseless
trickle of vanish entirely. Well, I see handwriting on the wall way
ahead of time, and as a businessman who understands how to do
projections and charts based on these figures of projection, I will
not waste my time much longer. Unless a spark of interest comes back,
I am closing down my shop, and taking my life, and all my great
secrets, elsewhere, and off of the internet. I am nobody's dam fool,
L-4, no offense. Now let's move on with the 1997 stuff, up at the
Highpoint Place, and David Roth, and my telling him the ultimate next
step for us to move into, as two persons beaten down hard by both
life, and some unmistakable yet invisible powerful enemy that was
doing both of us in major, and making no bones about it; while yet
remaining as covert, and in the shadows; as possible. This was and is
not the opinion of one man on disability for being a nut case, this
has been observed by dozens of other persons through the years, who
after observing it and imparting those observations to me, then
quickly move on to distance themselves permanently from me. This has
not been some recent thing for a day or a year or even decade, but we
are talking 30-60 years somewhere. I want to remind my readers of
this before going on with anything further. Think I'm a nutcase all
you want to, I am not, and many many peeps know this as a fact, and
many of these peeps are well known high profile peeps. ?They may not
like me all that much, but if placed under an oath in a court of law,
what I just said here on this blog, they will attest to, unless they
would be foolish enough to want to risk a perjury charge. OK, let's
do it now, let me move along.
One
night up in this dark relatively secret location of the Pine Barrens
of New Jersey in the area of Warren grove, roughly 25 miles west of
the Atlantic Ocean, all tucked away and hidden from most Mew Jersey
residents; I parked my then, Plymouth Breeze silver-fern colored
4-door sedan automobile, on the side of this dirt road path that led
back to a military installation, before the area that was gated off
so that we were not trespassing on their actual land; we exited the
vehicle, and stood outside beneath a brightly lit starry night, as in
these locales where no light from towns and cities block out the
natural star light, it is quite a site to see for town or city
dwellers not used to real old time country living of say 1888. We
began walking on foot, David and myself, down a pathway off the main
one where we had parked legally off to the side where the car was up
on a slightly higher shoulder than the path itself, accessible by
driving around to where it is level and the two places meet, and then
by driving back the other way, you are up above the actual dirt path
by as much as five feet or more. The winds were rustling through the
Jersey-pine trees, and the hot summer day had become its normal much
cooler night in the Jersey Pines. Many times it go reach high
eighties or even into the range of 90+ degrees, yet at 2 in the
morning up there, it could actually break back down into the high
forties. Dave and I had walked for about 5 minutes down this one
particular path, where you could see, as soon as it rounded a bend,
and went up in elevation, and a small clearing was suddenly ahead of
us; a distant skyline to our south-east. It was wild. You could see
the very top of the Jersey casino hotels, as the curvature of the
Earth was just enough to permit seeing the very top floor skyline
from our vantage point, as if any additional curvature from us being
at a lower altitude or at a greater distance away, and we would have
been blocked entirely, from seeing any of good old wonderful Atlantic
City, New Jersey. I was already into my nightmare that at the time I
thought was a really cool new part of my life, and that would be, my
wild intense search to find the great missing teen from my child
past, the great Sarah Krassle. During the daytime, I would drive by
myself down to the beach and had many wild things happen to me there,
and then by night, we would drive to this place and look over to it
in a new light, seeing it in a bizarre new way, and the entire thing
was right out of three dozen of James Patterson's best selling wild
and cool mystery novels, only this was really totally actually
happening to me, to quote the great James T. Burr from a 1975 taped
telephone conversation. After a week or two of Dave and myself
driving up to this place late at night, like two explorers from 200
years ago, and having serious talks about my situation regarding
enemies, and finding Sarah, and wild quantum theory as it pertains to
parallel universes and me with my life, and all of the many
intricacies and complexities involved with all of this huge nasty
mess that started somewhere between my physical birth and somewhere
around the sixties, and then kept exponentially growing more and more
mysterious and large, as years and decades would continue to tick
along. But
on one night or early morning really, in particular; I was standing
there looking at the top end of the ACNJ skyline, and began to ask
David Roth if he would be open minded enough to entertain a new part
of Weird-Theory never yet discussed between us, and said to me, and
I'll quote him to this day, ''Fire away''. I was thinking to myself,
too bad gorgeous Patty Benitar was not there with us, as we could
have had a lot more fun with that beautiful woman. I did not open the
door As gently as perhaps I would have needed to do, in order to get
him interested in trying something so totally out of mainstream, as
actually applying some real nutty parts of the quantum dynamics weird
theory, and just sat down on some soft cool grass, as did he, facing
me from about eight feet away, and I proceeded to tell him this exact
thing. Now bear in mind, I am not going to pull any, and that is
A---N---Y
punches hear, it will be loud and dirty, and if feelings are hurt,
just remember that lots of you folks out here, and only you know who
you are that this applies to, have not cared about my fucking feeling
one dam little bit. First, when my search all started to find Sarah,
no one in the world would believe the details of all the shit that
went down, and suddenly was all around me, as though I had just crash
landed my large 5 mile diameter UFO ship, in the outskirts of
Washington, or Manhattan; and climbed out as a 50 foot tall android,
with a voice 140 decibels loud; screaming out, ''I AM HERE TO
CONQUER YOUR WORLD, SUBMIT TO ME, OR BE DESTROYED IN 2 HOURS''. No,
nothing even remotely similar to this ever went down; but what was
instantly done to me, right after I began trying to actually go about
locating the great Sarah
Krassle
from my past back in the sixties; would make you think that this IS
what I had done, if you go with the old adage of the punishment
fitting the crime, a total nonsensical meaningless group of mush
words anymore, and I should freaking know, good folks. Also, when my
search started, it took me a year and a half to find the Callio
family, and then from there, their branches all found me and plotted
all the things later done to me, beginning around 2006, worsening
around 2008, and reaching a total absolute zenithing quintessential
hell in 2009, leading me to leave all my worldly goods behind one
night in December of that year, and run away literally, like a little
scared child, into the night, and down I-95, to end up here in
fucking Fort Pierce, Florida. None of this was my fault. All I ever
wanted was to find out what was happening to me, and why this hell
was being perpetrated against me all of my dam ass life.
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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.
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.
Now
we will move on with just what the conversation was between my friend
Dave and me that night when I tried to get him to move
to the next level in the WEIRD-THEORY
of Quantum Physics, and applying it in our lives in a really
fantastic ultimate cool experiment that just might have altered the
entire life as we now know it in this century-21. I got down and
dirty and told him about how parallel universes work, along with
dreaming, hyperspace, the entire 27 foot diameter ultra humongous
Mexican Pizza. Oh those powerful people from the high elevations of
Guatemala, huh Chicky and Mario of Hammonton, New Jersey, WOW! First
off, I told him about the movie called, ''Lawnmower Man 2'', or
reminded him of it and its basic plot line, as I had already made him
privy a number of years back about both the original movie as well as
this sequel movie. Then came the hard punches, the body clams, and
all of those things that would get Jesse Ventura and his Real Good
girl all hyperventilating, wet, and excited. That is to say folks, I
told him again of the wild details of events one by one, when I tried
recording my tune, ''SARAH'' in the summer time the previous year in
frikkin' 1996, and all the hell that resulted, and how magical things
were happening by day when I would drive into Atlantic City to go
body surfing with Mayor Levy who back in those days a decade earlier,
was not yet holding that lofty position, as was Whaelon, later to
learn a great friend of Ann King, my captor. But this was all an
entire decade before this horrible rotten family kidnapped me, so
forget that for right now as it is not relevant to this topic in
1997. I did not know about any of this yet, McGuire's true family
connections, or how John King's daughter was invaded most of her
life, by somnambulist Patty H. Just as I was inside the parent of one
of those persons in that den the other night, with that wild
computer-repair and Google thing, that I told about very openly. I
was not dominant, but was instead, a mere recessant exploratron,
dreaming through this parent, who was ME in that part of the
hyperspace. Most dreamers are TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS as I was, well,
technically I am a type 2, as I can occasionally tale over and
dominate my doppelgangers in parallel universes from ''dreams''. But
yes, I did not know squat about Paula and her ability to do so much,
or that Sarah and Paula were basically the same person and can
interact in reverse roles, dual roles, or as is roles, and so much
more. It is second nature to the gods to do all this, and when I
wrote the song called, ''SARAH'', I knew she was special and seemed
to have no limitations, and added this about her, in my song lyrics.
This was most likely not much appreciated by the FAMILY, or to quote
the 1970 'recurring dreams', ''THAT-FAMILY''. I was accused of
writing and I quote, ''DEVIL MUSIC'', and for the life of me, I
cannot see how either any of the melody or the song lyrical content
of SARAH, has anything to do with black arts or devils, yes I said
she is special, does that make it of the devil? Jesus Christ had that
very same problem if any of you know, from reading your bibles. He
was accused of doing what he did, by worshiping the devil. It is a
very offensive thing to be accused of, here you are trying to do
something nice and wonderful, and are being accused of something that
is really just about the worst thing anyone could ever accuse anyone
of in this life. Now again, anything I could ever tell, even to just
do a surface scratch, would take days and nights and maybe weeks of
blogging, as this is a very basic and necessary foundation before I
start telling a few things about this night up on the Highpoint
Military area of Warren Grove, New Jersey. Remember that all I knew
about anything, Sarah, her family branches, any of it, was that Bob
McGuire said that lots of the branches once hailed from Pennsylvania,
and that I am not welcome there asking questions about anyone, and he
made me feel like a criminal and treated me like total fucking shit
times ten.
I
told David Roth that nothing is real, I explained the void infinity,
not for the first time, but this time, I filled in a lot of once left
out blanks. I said that mathematics backs up 100% what I will not
tell you, and besides that, I have played with this in my own life,
and my own life also backs up what the dam ass math agrees with as
well. He said to me, ''GO on, this is fascinating''! I said that the
only thing real, is what any of us either in the void nothingness, or
out beyond it in dreams, astrally or physically; gets
DREAMED/CREATED, and went onto tell him that when we are in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace, this is the most difficult time to be able to
just dream-create, as it works best on the ASTRAL PLANE where we
originally escape the VOID and move into as a dream, and it is very
natural for dreams to make dreams, or people to make babies, but
people have trouble once here and grounded years away from infancy
and childhood, and enter adult life all programmed where this is
utter nonsense, making dreams from physical-plane life, other than to
go to sleep, and explore the vast hyperspace, as we all do this
naturally on different and varying levels, with differing degrees of
''waking-world recall''. I told him a powerful story about how adding
electronics into the mix, is the secret, and he asked me why. I told
him because electrons are not 3 dimensional but 5th
dimensional. The same electrons live in all times and all universes,
merely altering their frequencies so that universes will individually
stabilize as separate ones just so long as all of the atoms agree
perfectly with their vibrations. Are there some electrons that decide
to travel in and out of universes, despite being on the wrong
frequency, by learning to adapt to the frequency of the new worlds
that they visit? Well, this is the mind blow that no science lab even
now in 2013 wants to so much as discuss this topic. Electrons are
aware sentient all knowing holy spirits, the third part of the great
Almighty Goddess Middie, (MOTHER-DAUGHTER-ELECTRON). After an hour of
my leading David through this, and he already had a basic rudimentary
knowledge of much of this, but I hit him full blast that night and
really went to town, especially when after these things
were all said, I then went onto tell him this: Here is what I hope we
now can do to take this to the next level. I began explaining many
things from electronic metaphysics, dream control and then taking
what you hear in a dream, musically, as he was a drummer, and heard
drum beats of his own at night, and I said to him, I will work on
getting songs from parallel universes, and you work on some drum
beats, the more different from anything over here in this universe,
the better. He went onto act quite interested and wanted to know the
reason for doing this. I told him that we can take things from one
universe, and begin merging things that we want to have happen in our
parallel reality, by doing transdimensional music, music from
'dream-worlds' if you must; and then recording as best as possible,
the exact song over here. I would keep a journal and prove to him how
the bleed over effects would be major. Things from that universe
would begin working their way into this one, just by doing this; as
the electrons that carry all knowledge of everything and everywhere,
are from all parallel universes, so they first record something in
one universe and then are recording it now in another one, so they
sort of think to themselves in a far advanced than human way, well,
maybe more things need to begin connecting up here as well, to match
where the song was from back there. Now while trying to equalize
things, powerful geological and atmospheric effects do come into
play. This is why right after I posted up to the Youtube, my song
called, ''Wanna Spend My Time'', the Midwest area of the USA
experienced immediate and horrendous twister storms. It is why after
I recorded the demos in 1980 at Maxfield Studio, in Cherry Hill, New
Jersey; the Mount Saint Helen's volcano erupted badly. I could go on,
but attention spans are too short and folks are busy, and I
understand this, and this is why I have recently come to shorten many
of my blogs and just adding in photos and charts and repeating stuff,
as a filler. If this is what is taking my audience into a shrinking
mode, please comment and I will go back to writing mountains and tons
of new shit every God Dam day, bible Reading General. I'm here to
please. Without my audience, what good are my fucking ass blogs??
Oh
yes, Dave and I went round and round for a while, and then he
poo-pood it all. He was the most open minded person that I had met so
far in my life at that mid-life time of my Mark Wayne Mohr persona
physical caporial waking existence. So now, I trek on alone. Also, I
knew we needed to do this, and knew we were pretty much out of viable
good options. We had a lot of powerful enemies ruining everything we
ever tried to do on a continual basis, and we could barely maintain,
for short periods, so much as a clunker car and a minimum wage mother
fucking job. Something was tearing us to shit, and fast. When he said
no to this, I already knew we that from that night on, basically, it
was just a matter of time before we were two dead people, and told
him that numerous times on my bugged AT&T-NSA SNOWDEN TELEPHONE.
Sure enough, I TOLD YOU GINA DAVID, within 5 years give or take, at
the ripe young age of only 49 years, just 6 years older than my dam
daughter, kaput he died in his sleep; and 'that was that', Mister
Caterpillar/Butterfly Esolph. Sure he was poisoned by his Masonic
Lodge, and I know it, and no one can ever kill me. I keep coming
back. This is why the movie and the series, THE HIGHLANDER, all came
to fucking be. I lived on highland Avenue from middle summer time in
the year of 1984 through the middle springtime in 1985, when I went
to my middle time of my three times in Williamson, New Jersey. We'll
get a lot more into all of this, I promise, unless of course, my dam
WOMO-M2F enemies begin backing off some of this fucking rotten
monstrous unspeakable hell that they've recently been perpetrating
against me so horrendously, without one tiny morsel of conscience or
humanity, as THEY HAVE NONE, 4 CRISSAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
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.
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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.
SOME
HACKER PRICK HAS FROZEN MY CHANNEL TWELVE WEATHER CAM BLOG-LINK TO
THIS SAME SHOT.
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!!!!!
OH
BABY
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I
WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW; I'M
ALL ALONE, AND DREAMING OF THE PHONE, AND THE NUMBERS THAT WE SHARE;
COPYRIGHT
MARK
WAYNE MOHR-1983,
FROM ''SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD'', MUSIC PROJECT; WHILE RESIDING
AT 134 NORRIS AVENUE, IN ATCO, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!
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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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
00157.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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”!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
PART 5
CHAPTER
00157 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!!!!!
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!!!!
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JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0125
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16, 2011, 11:43 PM
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BLOG:
I
HAD SOME TIME TO COOL DOWN. I will not be making this my final blog
that forever ends the MORIANITY PROJECT, as this is exactly what the
OTAMMILITUFORCE would want me to do and has attempted to bate me into
doing, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.
I
“WILL” say, that I was not joking around about making a will, as
well as a living will, all though, until the atomic laser retrace
process is stopped, to me it is a reference to futility. If anyone
comes up to me and shoots me dead right now, by your viewpoint and
senses, I will appear to fall down dead, and you will be able to
observe the local coroner cut me up and sow me together, and bury me,
and you will never see or hear from me again. Unfortunately, I will
merely be shot to death, and wake up from a bad dream where someone
had indeed shot me to death, and then be back in a parallel local
reality to where I was before, off by only a few trillion atoms or so
per cubic parsec, a measurement in many futures, used for determining
varying localized or distant hyperspace positions, 'TAPCP' variances.
It is pronounced as TAP-CUP, and symbolically, it is the
quintessential irony; because this is what the blind beggars do on
the many street corners of this lost, ignorant, and quite
non-physically, yet totally spiritually BLIND world of humans also
known as the 'homosapien species', despite an ignorant spell checker,
to this fact from 40 and more years in the past.
Before
moving this blog along any further, I want to thank with all my
heart, the great GODDESS DIANA, for coming around me so ofter in
recent times, almost every single day for quite some time, with her
beautiful lightning. When I moved on February First, in 1983, from
1802 Robin Hill, over to 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey,
USAESMWG, I was “MOVED” into a lot more than just merely a new
residence, but rather, into a lifetime new experience, involving the
greatest entity in this creation, some know this entity by one name,
others by other names, but this changes no part of the true entity.
Paul Pedersen, my old partner in the illustrious Studio Park Records
of 1998, asked me over the telephone not long ago, why I only discuss
the god called Jehovah? Well, this is the way that SHE introduced
HERSELF to me, out in infinity, and my memories now as the Earthling,
Mountainpen; are thus limited to this. Others have had different
forms of this pure energy, appear to them in various ways, and names,
and etcetera. Many peeps are also totally unaware of language
reality, and how the Latin of olden times, not current South American
lingo; is the basic root behind all of our words, spoken around the
world. Also, the old Hebrew language existed when the Greeks were in
power, so this language was a powerful part of this world's reality,
during times of historical upheaval and major change. Due to powers
that were dangerous then, as the 'evil empire' as I use the term on
many blogs, is the new form and the new SATAN, in this modern day,
believing it is the champion force of freedom, and totally deceived
in flash-mob IAD controlled style, with the same vigor of Jesus being
tempted with the kingdoms of the world, by the energetic being who
then went by the name of Judas Iscariot, at least according to the
King James Version “KJV” of the Holy Bible. But my point reverts
back to language, as time does not permit my ranting on about SATAN
and HIS many faces, or his great friend JULIA, and all of hers. Many
peeps overseas know powerful secrets about the mighty World Tower
Buildings that once stood proud and high atop the Manhattan New York
City skyline, and are no more. Some remember and some do not, that
they were not struck once, but twice, and in truth, many other times
in attempts, that none of you out here need to know about. I don't
need the hassle or the trouble of telling too many freaking secrets
tonight. Blog 0215 will not be the big bad empire breaker, so relax,
CALLIOTAMM of Atlantic City, Badass, New Jersey. Finishing the point
on languages for right now, and names for this pure energy of a
nameless god, that takes form and name to many, according to their
desire for this to happen, and also, their path of enlightenment and
or 'spiritual development and willingness to accept reality'. There
were fascinating secret languages, coded Hebrew lingo tongues, the
most famous and remembered one, being Molaheim-Aramaic. This language
translates Allah from the King James Bible name used by Jehovah,
called “God Within Us” or Elohim. Because peeps have no interest
in learning or knowing stuff, when things get said by peeps like me,
we are considered nuts, crazy, insane, delusional ranters, and many
more impolite terms and names. This merely shows the basic ignorance
of humankind, and most definitely should not offend those who indeed,
DO KNOW what is real, and what has happened long ago, despite the
Quantum Flux Dynamics that mathematically prove, that only a fixed
present point is real and exists and is really the collective us, and
that all of the past and all ODF the future is existing right inside
this space, but in a larger box that contains more folds. THAT's
“of”, fucking hacker scum, NOT ODF, thank
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
worst secrets that I can let out that will mortally wound this EVIL
EMPIRE, have little to do with 'GG's' great mathematical numeration
alpha conversions, nor do they have to do with anything discussed
about this great cat from the spirit-world, or HIS family. In
'addition', they have little to do with anything you may think, even
if you are a loyal MORIAN, and I know I have a few out there, despite
their doubts, as doubting is a normal human process, and is part of
why electromagnetic forces control all of us the way that they do,
with such utter total hold on us and our lives. Make one mistake,
pick a bad parachute, fall off a tall building, and you get the
picture. Yet I have the secret, and it is not a secret because it is
being hidden, but because of powerful IAD MIND CONTROL of powers and
forces that don't want us liberated or free, as if we become free,
they no longer can own us, play with us, control us, and so much
freaking more. Like all other things, it is not this totally simple,
more indeed is part of all this, but in a basic truth, that's it
folks.
One
claim I feel the need to make here tonight, and so I will, with no
bones about it, picked or unpicked at any sunrise from start to end.
There are more things that I have not figured out in the last 6 or 7
years of this huge super sleuth work, than there are grains of sand
on all the beaches on this planet. But what I have come to understand
and know, is coveted by humankind super hyper ultra time, and I do
know it, and without a freaking doubt about it whatsoever, Mister 601
Copyrights. What I do know is total, and it is major. Echoing in my
mind is a statement made to me by Dennis Snyder, my phony cousin. He
said one night at the Cifaloglio Garage, at Folsom, New Jersey, that
“life here on Earth is HELL. When you die you get your reward for
being in a lifetime of hell. You receive heaven. You get to have
eternal sleep”. Without adding just a tiny bit of additional SALT,
onto this great piece of Prime Steak; that sentence is very
incomplete, all though it is great. Only the late Doctor Carl Sagan
would be able to appreciate my added salt, unfortunately, yet I must
insert it into this blog, and here it goes, “NOW UP THIS ONE
DIMENSION”. This is 'HIS QUOTE', not Mountainpen's quote, folks.
No
peeps, there is no great shock at all to the past few days or so, not
for me, or at least there shouldn't freaking be, unless I am the
epitome of retards. No shock at all with WALL STREET, as all is and
was known all along, nothing new or particularly exciting for me. I
have traveled down this road many times, not counting with Judas, let
alone the many 17-loops he has caused me to experience. And as for
being shocked about the bullshit going on with my persecution, hay
world, 25 years ago, I threw a piece of material into the UNITED
STATES MAIL SYSTEM, and went to sleep, and when I awakened again, I
found life to be in a totally different dimension and world for me,
literally. Dennis Snyder would say HELL, but then the problem is,
that where was 'Hell' then, before the 15th day of August,
of 1986, for me? Hay world, my life was never great and perfect,
nobody's is, not even marvelous Donald Trump's, and don't freaking
let the dude lie to you, and say it is. Bruce Pennock knew in 1972,
that NOTHING AND NOBODY IS PERFECT, not even my wonderful daughters,
PEE and MI. Sorry, I forgot, PEE likes nicknames, and not everybody
does, that is what makes the world go around. But I have learned how
to interpret many invisible realities of the great, utterly
mysterious; and beyond bizarre; '5th dimensional
hyperspace' (FDHS), with or without powerful weird unexplainable
dreams of JULIA'S and with or without any after-shaving lotions such
as Old Spice. This is how the puzzles of so many things are put
together, but not until one learns the truth about Doctor Carl Sagan
and his magical upping things by one dimension. Remember one simple
principle and truth folks, and you'll be way ahead of the game.
NOTHING JUST HAPPENS, there IS a reason for all that is going on
around us, from the most insignificant to the most complex, from a
buzzing little nat on the window, to energy is mass times the square
of the speed of light. NOT ONE THING, by the very nature of truth and
reality; CAN EVER RANDOMLY JUST HAPPEN. The same formula, believe it
or not; proves both this, as well as the fact that we live inside of
a big round eternity cycle or hypersphere, in our 5th
dimensional true personality of the “dreamers”. This does not
even open the door a crack, into the full picture that if time
permitted, I would go on now to tell, so that is what blogs number
SJ-126 through ~~~~~ are there for, YO. Happy dreams.
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TRANSMISSION:
Ed
Lynch was a strange old dog my friends and fiends out there. Ann
Silva told me on the telephone just the other day, that she never
heard anything from him, and wonders if he remains in lock up, or is
now out of the hotel. The Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office has my
legally paid for website on his laptop's hard-drive. His machine was
legally confiscated back in the summer time somewhere or early
autumn, in the OH-MAROLA-NINE year. For those who wonder why I use
this term, you should access my archived blogging texts at the site
of www.blogger.com, in case you
are not even reading these words on this site, as I post here, and to
other internet spots. In case you won't do this, I had several
teachers in 1969 at a Haddonfield, New Jersey, special education
school, who both made some statements to me that would have no
possible rational explanation for being in fact made to me, one
especially to a boy not yet even fifteen years of age, that would at
least in today's world, would be considered quite inappropriate, and
in my opinion, sufficient grounds for getting a teacher suspended or
canned completely. We need not get into that one, but as for the
dates being called what I do from time to time, this teacher by the
name of Misses Marola, always refered to years in this 21st
century as for example, 2004 would be spoken as two thousand four.
Now bear in mind that this was being done in the year of 1969, and
except for the show known as, “2001, A Space Odyssey”, all
science fiction writers, and all other people, spoke of years as 2004
for example as twenty-oh-four, and so forth; and somehow the mighty
Misses Marola seemed to either be the only one who knew this by lucky
chance and guesswork, or because she 'traveled', and we are not
talking about Europe or the Bahamas, huh Nick, my old road-trip pal
of 1996 and 2008? Many people write books, and claim how their
so-called psychic abilities permit them traveling around so many wild
mysterious realms, and other times, and the Astral Plane; and I'll be
quite frank with my readers, I am very skeptical of 99+% of these
people, and their writings, and their claims. Most 'of', you, and
(NOT ODF) are also just as skeptical of mine. The difference with
mine however, is that these blogs are date and time stamped by the
websites they post up into, and cannot be CHEATED. Nobody is black
boxing between two websites here that they own, just to push counters
up. No one is black boxing between their own website and their own
U-tube postings either. This is all non-cheated, and REAL, and so are
my claims that what has happened to me, HAS INDEED FREAKING HAPPENED
TO ME FOLKS. Why anybody would cheat, or lie about anything; blows my
mind. Maybe a few real psychics are out there, but again, these
persons are merely able to expand on the same sense of FEEL, that all
of us have, it is like the human muscular system. Lift enough heavy
barbells, and keep upping the amount of weight you lift on various
exercises, that make different muscle groups grow bigger and harder
and stronger; and growing stronger is what results. Some truth is
here, and Paula Uwich of Glendora, New Jersey, is my personal proof
to all of this, as she has 'real power', and she knew about Braxton,
and from there; my own research just went on to super confirm many
other things, that I had suspected right along. How could she know
that “SARAH” was in prison? I SHOULD KNOW about this type of
maximum security prison, as I blogged my own version of it. Nothing
is making any of this vanish into the hat of the Copperfield's, YET?
Let me move on now, and tell that I was attacked today with quite a
bit of annoying loud music, loud road noises, a computer Lattisaw
hack jack attack quack, and also a diarrhea attack. This was all
intentionally done to me by WOMO enemies, and they have not learned
yet, that they will be counter struck with my blogged out words,
immediately after giving me another emereffing rotten stinking BOTBAR
day! Here is what I now will tell from yesterday, and unlimited
future ammunition is available for me when these disease weeds of the
bay, continue giving me endless crap. Also, at right about half past
ten, just five quarters of an hour back, I took a super low and quite
loud private airplane attack, zenithing right over the roof of this
freaking ghetto house, here on the great all mighty 26th
Street, in good old FPFLUSAESMWG, in this exact signature vibration
of the atomic hyperspace, in five dimensions.
The
full long details will not be told, just a little bit to get some
hearts pumping nice and hard. I spent 153 days and nights, all in one
nine hour period; while residing in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, living
in another parallel universe, in 1986. Most of this story is not
bloggable. It is way too powerful, and it involves United States
Presidents, as well as top scientific and research facilities, and
classified information. I have no desire to be taken to the BAY and
have my door come crashing in a few hours from now by federal agents.
Still, when I was in this other location, the All Mighty Goddess of
this world and beyond, was interacting with me quite differently, as
were other people in numerous positions of power, authority, and name
recognition. I had been contacted by someone in Washington, DC, and
ordered to report to an address there, where a secret meeting took
place, with many powerful 'world owners'. They told me that a song
that my daughter had written and I had copyrighted for her, was a
cover up and that they knew I really could 'travel around' in
unconventional ways, and demanded that I tell them exactly what the
entire next 30 years would be like on Wall Street, and with major
events. Naturally, I denied it all, and said it was just music, and
that even if I could do these things, I would never be a party to
this type of horrendous despicable behavior. I was then taken to some
secret place in the Atlantic Ocean, an unknown small island, where
the military had a totally covert operation going; and I was placed
in a hospital type of housing area, mostly confined to one room, and
to my bed. Eventually, I was able to convince these captors of mine,
that I would cooperate with them, and so they released me back to a
place where I was residing on Ohio Avenue, in Atlantic City, where a
large walk up apartment building existed, that does not exist here in
this universe, and where I was living with a very gorgeous laboratory
technician from the Atlantic City Medical Center, by the name of
Phyllis Alexander. My wife there, Paula King, and myself, had
recently separated for a second time, and this time, it was because
of some scandal about my being in trouble with Wall Street, and the
SEC. I only have some of the details, but that is a lot more than I
ever remembered so far, from this powerful 1986 interaction. I had
many other places where I also lived, the main place was in Egg
Harbor, New Jersey, and over here, is known as the Roundhouse Museum,
but over there, it is exponentially larger and has five stories, and
nearby to it, is another building that housed about 220 families, and
all of the land around for several square miles; all was part of this
one estate. Paula as well as my younger daughter PEE, all lived
there, and I would visit there upon occasion. But I had a strange
enemy that came from the future, and had fun playing with me like a
toy. In my so-called fictional book called, “The Permission
Barrier”, some of this story is told, and disguised around a bit.
Still, it all happened. Putting pieces together in hindsight, when I
stayed at Tom Reale's home in 1970, over there, I had been there
every summer, and never at the Trinidad Hotel on Tennessee Avenue.
There was no Tom Reale over there, just the Callio family, and the
King family, and Victoria Callio and Paula King were all the same
person there, whereas this is all different here. In this universe, I
had fallen in love with Paula at the age of fifteen, and we were
married two years later, but she left me in 1979, and said that I was
too immature. The wild dude that I refer to as the alchemist in many
old blogs over the past 4-6 years, was one of Robert McGuire's sons,
and he had four sons. Over here, I do not know about his offspring,
and never even checked out this line of the great family after him,
as I was so busy checking his dad out, and those all around him in
many directions. This is another man of mystery. Only the man named
Ed Lynch knows this, besides me; as we witnessed his appearing in a
photograph, and we have no memory at all of his ever being right
there at the car on Tennessee Avenue that day. I was told that this
same thing was done to both 'MI and me', a little Latin verbal humor
here. The only reason that I have remembered it all slowly over the
past two years or so, is because by pure random chance, I played the
wrong side of a cassette tape at my job-site in my car, while
guarding at the Cifaloglio Trucking site one night. Hearing the “MI”
on the tape brought it all back, slowly, ever so slowly, and bit by
bit, and piece by piece, I now am where I am, but at this place where
I went to yesterday, or now really back on Friday, a strange dude
explained something to me that put things into a major hyper time new
perspective. The same enemies want me to help them in this universe,
only here, they are using me in an entirely different way. Over
there, casino gambling never happened in Atlantic City until the 21st
century came around. There was no roulette playing for me, and hence
no learning about PARALLEL EVENT, and how to apply this technology to
the game's three outside betting parameters, as explained by me on so
many of my past blogging texts. Over here, they just use the parallel
event on me, or said more accurately, against me, as they knew that
they could make their Dow Jones Markets go from 1,600 points to
14,000 points within twenty years. They did exactly this, and the 20
years after 1986 all speaks for itself. Still, as Neilson puts it so
well, this is how the story goes, but as I will now amend and add to
these great words, there is a lot more to this freaking tale of
misery and woe, and it will be forthcoming, first to the Atlantic
County Prosecutor, as I am going to demand my website back, as I
legally paid for it, and I did nothing wrong; thus I plan to hire a
Florida attorney, to pursue this matter, so I can re-post this up, as
the 'MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2'.
For
all persons totally miserable, and who have begun realizing that this
life here is total hell, and want to escape from it; read the last
several blogs, and I will retell again in other ways, later on, why
this works, why hyperspace is and does what it is and does, and why
things break and crumble like Mount Saint Helen's Pedersen Miseries,
Japan, and the American South, and on and on, when you do the simple
electromagnetic trick that I know how to do, and have in fact been
doing now, since 1980, or shall I rephrase, and say; since PITSY-1 or
(Port-In-The-Storm Year-1).
BYE-BYE,
END TRANSMISSION: A little
POST SCRIPT FIRST, BELOW!
Well,
let us rap this up for today folks. I CHALLENGE YOU. Take any part of
my blogs after you read the one that you normally do, the most recent
posts. You are one little click away from proving me wrong. Start
clicking at random, on any old month and old blog and scroll down to
any old place and begin to read. You will see how it pertains to the
blog you first were reading front and center, and then, if you are
looking for some message in your own life, any message, have that in
the back of your mind or maybe bring it up into your conscious front
a ways, and then once more, click and randomly select another piece
of MORIANITY. Here is how you can all have a piece of me, and I won't
complain, anything for the cause, and if I can frikkin' help anyone
out here in any way, GREAT, SUPER, after frikkin' all peeps, what
else are we all here for, 4 crissake, YO?
ENDING
TRANSMISSION, FOLKS!
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