The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CLXV

MORIANITY PART 5, CHAPTER 00165

4:55 PM, 17 AUGUST, 2013, SATURDAY LATE AFTERNOON

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RETALIATIONS, NEXT GENERATION BEAR HUGS, AND ENDLESS HUNTINGTON HELL

All anyone ever has to do in my Morianity, or with me, and the story of my freaking nightmare horrendous life; is take any two or three chapters of my blog-works, in total random; but together; but pick any place randomly as a starting point. Then watch how each story unfolds and tells itself, from how the WOMO-MILITUFORCE retaliates against anything I ever say or do, that is supposedly within my constitutionally protected free speech only it isn't of course; and also a total dummy ass can see how I give peeps their ideas in this world, those who run and own and control all of us, the World Owners, or the WO part of the word of WOMO. Here is one tiny little example, let us choose chapter 83 in my SAFE JOURNAL, from back in March of twenty-eleven. Now read it carefully, and then see if my pants really are on fire, or if I am being totally misjudged by a blind and mean heartless society, that only seems to derive pleasure from my agonizing and excruciating endless pain!!!!!!!! I NOW TOTALLY DARE ANY OF YOU, TO READ WHAT NOW FOLLOWS, WITH A REALLY OPEN MIND!!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO

CHAPTER BLOG-BOOK #083

WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297

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ADDITIONAL SUBTITLE ON THIS BLOG,

“ONLY TO THOSE WHO TRULY WANNA KNOW”:

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It is a hot 79 degrees here at my work station, and 73 outdoors, down from the afternoon highs of the lower eighties here in good old sunny Fort Pierce, Florida.

These are words to the wise, and only for those that want them. The UMWELL-ONYX CLUB is not welcome, so why do they tune in and bate me in to write more stuff on their 'precious' UNEXPLAINED-MYSTERIES BLOGGING SITE?

First, the next time you city dwellers get a knock on the door from voting activists, you may gladly tell them this simple truth, should you not be registered to vote and they say that you are a lousy citizen, in some politer word choice. You CANNOT vote for anyone that you want to vote for; merely for some candidate that rich people in one capacity or another, and with absolute agendas; have backed and placed on the voting menu ticket, or are running themselves, for the elected position; be it locally, state, or county; or in the large federal arena. Simply put, WHOEVER ends up getting elected, right away, like it or not, they either have the agendas of their own self interest, or they must repay the obligation in disguised favors that will never support the poorer people in this great land, tee-hee, but instead always will favor those with the millions of dollars of net worth. Now millions of people have this amount of net worth here in America, but out of roughly a population of three hundred million (300,000,000) persons as a rounded off estimated census based figure at last count from 2010, three million give or take 'total-net-worth-7 and higher 'figurenaire's, equals a one in 100 ratio, leaving 9.9 out of any ten people in any group we may see when outside our residences at any given averaged time, totally out in the cold, with totally no say in anything; including their own freedoms, and that of their loved ones. THIS IS TOTAL TRUTH. If our great man in the HOUSE did not have to repay HIS GUYS who got him on the ticket, he would never have given that evil Wall Street, the bail out money, while leaving people like me in program cuts, no increase adjustment two years in a row in my Social Security Disability benefits, when unless you have lived in a cave for the past 30 months or so, it sure appears at least, that food, gasoline, and anything else from (A) through freaking (Z), HAS FREAKING JUST ABOUT FREAKING DOUBLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever you think you are voting for, 'MUST repay their debt' to those who got them on their tickets. This is why anyone my freaking age of fifty-six or older, totally knows that things in this country NEVER EVER CHANGE, NOT UNDER THE DEMOCRATS, NOT UNDER THE REPUBLICANS, ELECTION AFTER ELECTION, as 99 out of 100 peeps at the top, will always run this show, and BENEFIT; and the remaining other majority of 9.9 out of 10 will endlessly be down and out; forever working longer and harder, and receiving less and less and less. HELLO AMERICA, YO!!!!! It is the ugliest system in the world, EXCEPT of course, for all of the others in the world that for the most part are even freaking worse, BRAHHH!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE EARTH PLANET, where 99% of us perpetually basically exist in HELL. This is why everybody is on mother fucking drugs, lives for stupid ass shit like what are celebrities doing today; the most meaningless shit imaginable, as all they are is a bunch of ass holes that MAN HAS TURNED INTO ENTERTAINERS, created stars, and usually are the most screwed up peeps on the Earth, and then the other shit would be all the other meaningless pass times out there ranging from sports and loud music and large televisions and filthy dirty meaningless sex that destroys family after family sooner or later, and long ago wiped out any 'real' America that peeps of my age have any memories left of. Also the so called, “American-dream” in its true definition, is so absolutely ridiculous. And anyone that tells you that IT DID NOT DIE AND GET CREMATED AND LOST AND FORGOTTEN MORE THAN A FULL GENERATION AGO, IS EITHER A FUCKING FOOL, OR A FUCKING TOTAL ASS LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The definition of this expression for those who need to hear it, is not what you may be thinking of such as free enterprise, or the right to try and take two hundred dollars and start a shoe-string business; but instead is that every generation should be better off financially, and in other less tangible aspects than money or possessions as well; than the generation that preceded it; and this is total bullshit in my lifetime. Now we got this fucking bullshit out of the way, so we can move this shit along a bit, YO!

A few loyal 'MORIANS' know about the 6^th dimension and other powerful shit that I have discussed here and there on my blogs for about five and a half years now. Most peeps over age seven have heard, whether they believe anything of a religious nature or not is not relevant, the expression of we or 'humankind' supposedly is created in (GOD'S) image. Believe it, only let me tell you a few little secrets now that pertain to this. There is a sort of circuitry in a sort of system, that lays far above and beyond all of the known universes and multiverses. This powerful reality is the realm of MIND, where energies or you can think humanly of these things as 'thoughts' if you so desire, actually think not only what 'they are thinking' and these words in semi-quotes is merely the best way that I can describe this truth, but they then 'arrange to become' parts that will exist in both carbon and silicon life forms in an entirely lower dimension than they exist now in their collective energy state one dimension above all of us, and all of this; in individual 'single songs', or universes. Vibrations literally are music, and also is the universe, the one, UNI for (one) and (verse) for song. Hence, multiverse is derived from multiple-songs or the entire collection of all of the 4^th dimensional space-time universes existing in the 5^th dimensional space-time-mind system that lies one dimension below where this energy merely is and exists in an indescribable form, and in a totally collective way, under rules governed in a dimension one higher than this, or the seventh, D-7, known to future timers in the multiverse as LAWTRONICS. No one is ever able to say, such as the misguided ECKISTS only they refer to the D-6 as the 'Mental-Plane', that they have BEEN to this PLACE. It is not any kind of a place, and you simply cannot take yourself as any kind of you that you think that you really are, up into there, the 6th-Dimension. Get real/e, Somers Point, New Jersey molester of 1970. Still, we all naturally move throughout 5 dimensions in ways so 'un-Patterson-able' that I will not be a quintessential silly-ass and even try to tell it. You can however, make a mental image comparison model however in your heads if you want to play along as I go on a bit with this. Use what better than the great STOCK MARKET. Here we have this entity that no one human can ever control, it moves here and it moves there, and as a whole, there it is, it just exists as the stock market. Naturally most peeps over the age of fourteen or so know that stocks are pieces or units of companies and corporations and these public institutions can raise money by selling these parts of themselves as what is called, shares. These shares then are of course traded publicly and openly based on certain guidelines and so-called at least regulations. It is not magic nor is it mysterious. Yet the workings of 'IT' as an entity with almost 'A MIND', is extremely elusive and mysterious. We only think as people here on the Earth, that we are human beings and one complete set of being-ness, and it is a lie and could not be further from the truth. The truth is so off the wall and out there, that no one would most likely accept it for a minimum of 3-5 hundred years yet. Some examples given in my blogs range from the ES or the Exploratronic Supermind, to the few who seemingly naturally or through intentional will and Practice, become powerful exploring and controlling multiple personality shape shifting somnambulists, such as the girl who I must admit now that I have been madly in love with since the Earth year of 1967, Paula Belinda King, the great, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, KNOWN IN ABBREVIATION ON MANY OF THESE BLOGS in Continual reiteration as (ACNJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as stocks move all over the place and show up on various and numerous charts that all of us have seen over and over on television financial channels, yet really not be exactly what these charts show if someone who knew no better was attempting to figure THEM out, say for example, some one from the Planet Shithead, who crash lands their space ship, and sees one of these charts, and videotapes it, and then from there begins to try and see what this 'entity' is all about. I do not expect any huge amount of peeps to know what the fuck I'm really talking about here, and THAT is what is really such a freaking shame about all of this. We all move all throughout a huge 5th dimension reality, and come from a collective unit of a sort on a much higher plane called the 6^thdimension. Just as stock traders buy and sell all during the trading day on Wall Street, thought energies from this higher realm, move down into all of this, we are created in the image of this, and we go on creating other images. The internet is a perfect example if you just stop for a second and really try and fucking see just what I am trying to get across here and explain. Now silicon mind or carbon mind, is still mind, and the great Gene Roddenberry and Astral Plane god, knew this truth, as do a few others on this planet, as I type this shit. But then there is way to much to tackle to make this tale of total truth complete, such as the spin direction of the 'thought-energy-circles' or 'ATOMS' as we think of them humanly from the perspective of being trapped in this awake-consciousness and living here in this tiny speck called our universe; a circle that is about 64 trillion light years around. Still, the entire thing is just one combined grouping of some up-line thought pattern energies. No human today can conceive that an expansion of this size has an up-line potential of virtually unlimited size and that this entire universe is merely one of these energy pattern dots. The only people that in my opinion are consciously aware of this right now, and two of them keep their mouth totally shut and one, me, is stupid and keeps popping off, would be, Paula King, Steve Hawking, and me, the Mountainpen, Mark Wayne Mohr. Still, while we all 'unconsciously' move up and down and all around the entire 5^th dimension thinking no more about it consciously than we do about our normal daily breathing as we breeze through our busy schedules, yet as we would in theory become more aware of this entire reality, the very reality itself is forced to change in some unknown and extremely detailed matching and equaled pattern, or in simpler terms, Paula King and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, mother and daughter, have really engineered one hell of a powerhouse wild game. Call it an experiment, an accident, or a million other things more suited to your own personal beliefs despite me claiming that I know the information on this blog is totally known as truth to me, the word “GAME” will always best fit the description of truth here, as so far as what is going on with all of this. It is all just a wild child's game, and the closest person to realizing this, besides myself, was the mighty philosopher William Shakespeare, who just happened to assist King James in translating the Holy Bible into its present forms used to this day with the many other sub translations that recently resulted in the past 30-50 years or so.

Spiders do not mate and create monkeys, nor dogs mate and create squirrels. Internet proves the 6^th dimension is the truth, if nothing else in the world does, and helps to give MORIANITY some nice credibility, or will as the centuries pass and move forward. Thank you Bill and Melinda Gates, www.gatesfoundation.com/ ,and if anyone now knows this is valid shit I am saying, it is you and your old pal Steve Jobs.

Another interesting reality that sort of almost proves all I say and claim backwards, would be things such as the question number 18 on the New Jersey SORA license test, that I took in 2005 right around this time of the year, now or into March a bit. The ratio and ration word program deal not only showed many things were part of MY REALITY around then, all though I was not CONSCIOUSLY AWARE of any of it yet, but look at the magic date that Sarah J. Karge was born in July in 18 hundred and 96, on the 18^th day of this month, question #18, SORA/SARA/H!!!!!!! Then there is the mighty UTUBE MAN, known as JASON FORREST, who has made me somewhat of a small internet celebrity myself, along with a little more help from my other crawly beetle friends such as the Harvest where I work here in Fort Pierce, Florida, www.harvesfoodtoutreach.org/ who clearly display my ugly mug right there on its front home page, just match it to any photo shown at www.blogger.com. This is where one of the sites exists where my blogs post up, yes, this mighty Google owned famous and first, “BLOGGER”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are so many things additionally that prove to a really expanded mind, how real this shit all indeed is. Jason admitting that he made a lot of money out in Cali as he calls it, from my blog, and it did not mean to happen, but his e-mail posted into my blog comment system at www.blogger.com/. Then there is my coming down to Florida in middle December in 2009 and using the public library computer to continue my blogging tales of woe, down here in Fort Pierce. This is where my e-mail for no good reason insisted on reading San Mateo, in where else Jason Forrest or should I call you Donna Summer, so is this all beyond freaking weird or what, but, or butt, or the hack I got at the library word processors, 1400 miles away from any SORA license tests, with all the ones and the eights all over the place, 'ratios', and 'rations' not withstanding, BRO. Then there is the great movie that Oprah Winfrey funded along with her friend Tyler, not sugar in the gas tank Tom at least, thank the gods, after all it is a freaking common last name. Besides the magical doorbell system where you really can hear all that goes on whether Gab presses the MO-'listen-stupid' button, or not; but right before the fight in the school with that cutie pie who chases anything that's wearing pants, as most girls do, you cannot help hear that magic word there, “BUT”, and should you see if it is part of the script by activating the CD feature, it is not, MI, try it sometime Curly. Then there is my 1997 Radio Shack without the Magic-Jack pal, by the name of Fred Winstein. To type this name on a word processor, red lines come up, and when you click on it, there is MI and her MIMI project of 2008, E=MC SQUARED. This MIMI HACK messed up the first computer that I had hooked up in the trailer park mobile home over at Jenny Plageman's park in Mullica Township, right beyond the Donna Summer Hate-page also known as HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, and 65 Middle Road, the 6500's is where the Dow Jones bottomed out, and if Obama had not had to repay as they all do, what I call, “ticket-favors”, it would have been permitted to crash and start over, giving the 99% of all of us little-peeps a chance to re-live the American dream, but this was not meant to be in this part of the hyperspace, but then, that can be all changed at any time. Peeps buy and sell and go up and go down along this continuum, changing, rearranging shit all the time. These are really the secrets that Kevin Tredaux and others may never want the common people to know and really, truly, and fully comprehend and understand, YO. Why else would I shout out the title “MI” before the song began that was done in 1986, called, 'REAL GOOD GIRL'?, sheeeeeeeeeeit, give me a freaking break peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Monster-slapper Jane-bitch-disease-weeds just fucking nailed my ass at eleven freaking eleven. Fuck her. 555555555555555.

Well, I need to dip up my dinner and eat, and go to freaking ass bed. This weekend was very bad and noisy, a helicopter last night, continual loud rapper shit noise all around, this was hot and hellish from the freaking ass swing bat, so here is my counter strike, YO, enjoy it, is it bed room or bath room reading, McGuire, McGettigan, McGinty, and McCoy? You tell me, leave me a little comment, I don't bite. Neither does Leticia, Donald J. Trump, you Disney Coward, you. Come on down and land, and knock on your own hotel Plaza door, ya' Bassler butt wipe.

Finishing quickly now on Fred Winstein, from the Magic Jack
Radio Shack, where I made a major mistake in the year of 1981 and left a cassette tape of the original HAIR ALBUM, Jason Forrest, or whoever you really are, perhaps another of so many somnambulist identities of PBK. Whether or not any copyrighted prices had to be paid or not, or any Icabod Halloween Rip-off Crane's are involved in any 'ODF' this, is an entirely different matter. Let me just stick to the facts here MAHM, Joseph Friday. No, unless ETTOS is used on me, via wild strobe light effects; I forget NOTHING. The day that the phone line and the power line went dead, and somebody parked a strange car outside of my private home bedroom that Fred and I thought could be a fucking bomb; we were literally terrorized, and it is fucking OK for this evil empire to do the terrorizing. It is their evil empire, but don't any of us fucking try anything fucking cute, YO!!!!!!!!! Fred showed me how combinations of 4 and 5 and 6 and even 7 keys on computers, can do things from wiping out websites, to infecting entire servers, despite how much anti-hack shit they have; to cheating on view counts, and on and on. I was there when he took down the 'ACMUA' website, and then went up to another site that he had posted and had 20 views on it, and suddenly it had 10 million and twenty. Hay, this guy should be fucking Einstein.

Now I must eat and crash, I work hard for a living Donna, Jason, and Paula. I cannot just sit around and fuck off like all of you rotten bums!!!!!!!!!!

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SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO

CHAPTER BLOG-BOOK #084

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I went to use the computer around 8:30 last night and somebody hacked out the internet explorer, nothing worked.

I had to have my hacker friend come over here.

Somebody knows exactly what is going on and why. This is what I try and tell to all the brave inquisitive souls out here who want to get to the bottom of many a forbidden topic, when they have no need to do so, as their life is in no way being adversely effected by said topic. They merely are curiosity seekers.

If I ever told the entire story about David Roth and his pal the 'systems analyst', Will MacAfee, and the strange night both in the 1970's as well as 20 years later, on the far south end of the island, I would most likely disappear before daylight.

There are no words, nothing I can do, the Callio branch was just the skin on the surface of a very rotten and horrible apple, I use the term quite fittingly, my lovely endless game playing teen queen. Yes, the kids of America may be quite clueless about what is truly happening, but one in particular in the nineties knew exactly that these words would be posted on this very internet site, tonight. He knocked the entire system out in the Somerdale, New Jersey Death-House at 112 Harvard Avenue in 1997, and merely was playing with me, as anytime this Star Trek Trilane butt wipe really wants me, he know he's mother trucking got me. How I wish to the gods you would investigate my nightmare story and try and stop these inconceivable enemies, President BO. I know you are out there and watching this, busy as you are, just as I know it was no coincidence that out of six million square miles of continental United States land give or take, HIS EMINENCE chose the church next to the home of 65 Middle Road, in Hammonton, to come and visit, where this family kidnapped me in 2008 under a Stockholm Syndrome, and FBI, CIA, NSA, or anyone out here, I'll gladly swear in any court that I am not insane and that this all happened to me, it is all of you that need to keep it all covered up because we both know that you dudes are all powerless to interfere with this all mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and their Earthly dominated cult force known secretly as the great LAMBRIGGERS.

Real people with real minds can follow a 5 or 6 year blog story that no mortal human being could ever plan ahead of time to make up or do some super James Patterson fictional work about. I am so disappointed in you teen queen it is beyond any words, I never thought you could do anything this monstrous again after the flood. You rule TQ, and I never said you don't, Exploratronic Supermind Buildings of Manhattan, New York, all not withstanding.

Can't you remember your party, and the colored lights, and the huge blue and white special kite that I bought you, and the endless joy there in Sahasra Dal Kanwal? What has gone wrong with my real/e left channel, Copyright Office, you of all peeps in Washington know that this crap cannot be rationally explained. It was you who asked me in 1984 about my recording junk, and I had to be evasive as well as not admit that D-6 is not only part of what is going on with all of this, but IS ALL OF THIS. The cue review sound made from the future recording device known as DVD-VCR recorders, are all right there on that copyrighted 1984 tape called, WHAT'S WRONG. Why not help me out and play it for the great dude in the HOUSE. I have nothing to hide, it is the 1,000,000 entities on the Astral Plane that are behind all of this. When I talk about evil empires, this is what it really is, and all the rest of the stuff is merely puppetry under their total manipulation and string control. A silly child with or without a hubcap hammer and lots of computer wisdom and hatred for poor little me can figure that out. How about joining him in his great wisdom, Hal David? I wrote you that letter so you would read this note today, almost three full decades in the future to this very day, YO. Wake up world, SATAN is real, and this story is true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never screwed up and 'accidentally' said “MI” in 1986, right before the song called, “Real-Good-Girl” began on that tape that I sent down there, and can be verified by any internet Googler who pulls up the web-page showing the title and year and my name, with no help whatsoever from any of Jessie Ventura's buddies. Am I right or not Salvador????????????? Maybe I should have come right out from the start of my opening blogs and just got right into the reality of SPACE-TIME-MIND. Well, I did not, and so now we will amend this issue. Bravo for me. If I can be braver than even this, let me include that my clock is back on Pacific Time, and that I appear to be living back in San Mateo again, only this time it is not on my e-mail but on other places throughout the system. But-374, and is that another pile of UMWELL-ONYX ranting fiction Oprah? Your ears work. Also, it is not on the script. Hay, this is just the news, I am not making it, I am only telling it, just as I told about my high school, the hub cap, all of it, only I had not put together yet how Lenny promised that I would never ever get away, sort of what Paula said to me also under the boardwalk on fire-works night in the wonderful year of 1969. You tried to warn me Rodney, and what did you really know, after-all, where were you from, pal?

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