MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER CLXVIII

######MONDAY AFTERNOON ON 19 AUGUST, 2013######

MORIANITY PART V

CHAPTER CLXVIII

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It is 90 degrees in Fort Pierce, Florida this afternoon. WEEE.

A very old and very famous musical lyric that goes, ''It don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing'', applies to a lot more stuff than jazz music, Tiger Woods and his pals; and anything most of you reading this may ever think about until we begin exploring down the real G-R-A-N-T Avenues of life, alone, or with powerful and strange family travelers of the ''DREAM-WORLDS'', AKA many many many other things, Ing.

That was printed so that no one takes too much offense at my nicknames, I tend to get around to nicknaming everyone who 'crosses' paths with me, sooner or later, Mister Pandora. Religions have come and gone, and the great Roman Catholic Church has stood tall and well over the shoulders of so many others, but not all of them. Ancient orders in the great land of China and other faiths also, have stood the test of millennia-time, surpassing even this mighty Christianity one. But these words are never meant as some contest of varying faiths to properly deliver to humankind, the great eternal hopes. Still, some basic truth is unified throughout all of them, as well as simple logical reasons why some die out while others flourish, sort of on the very same scale as contemporary musical pieces also follow this in like manner, and for their own diverse and various numerous reasons. ''That's not his problem'', said a very special throat specialist of northeast Philadelphia, one day in early 1984, to my mother, Misses Grace Eastman Mason Mohr. Even though I do not have any kind of a web-cam on this computer, someone sees everything I do in real time. If I do not look down and see the word being printed, whenever I capitalize a word, it smalls-out, just about every single mother fucking time, good people. Now just how does this kind of a hack work, Mister MacAfee Islandtrekker????? The name Mohr and the city of Philadelphia, when I did not watch it on the page, actually go up, came out as 'mohr' and 'philadelphia'. But I watched when I typed the Misses Grace Eastman Mason part above, and it worked just fine, and I did not type one bit differently, by looking or not looking, I promise you, I shift the CAPS key in the very same fucking way, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mister Macy, may I please have your permission here, YO?

***W---O---W!***

Before we move on a little bit with the two Helen-women of my life, first in 1999, and then early this century and a bit later on, in 2004, let me take care of finishing out a couple quick points that I merely opened the door on a while back, and left a lot of you dangling in mid-air, perhaps a reason for why some have left Morianity, not fully understanding that for the most part, this is not my dementia kicking in, but is all totally and fully part of my plans to help you see MORIANITY for all that it really is and all that is really attempts to reveal to any of you out here reading it, WEEEE Tandyshack Freddie. No need to ramshackle me here, Microsoft, again, I know exactly what I am doing, and in many cases, I've even taken lessons from the experts, all of you out there in the WOMO-MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, we need to finish up what I started, and them let us go down the dark and mysterious GRANTGLANDS AVENUE of 1984, using as bait, the two Helen's, and me, Sharkey himself, as the Atlantic City Beach Patrol named me back in 1997, as the GREAT FISH, as the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle named me, and it is all in the great story of Jonah, in the Holy words in Christianity's faith (religion). Is any of this stuff phony some wonder? Nothing is real, but folks, that includes PHONY. If nothing is real, phony is not real either. So does this let old Tommy boy off the hook back in 1970 for child molestation? Again with another WOW, mister wonderful Macy, sir, and 34 reasons to love my daughter and her MI----MI programs, one that took out my machine in 2008, even so included, and bless her lovely gorgeous heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AGAIN, I did not look when I wanted to type in TOMMY or MACY, and sure enough, these VISION-HACKERS in miraculous fucking ways, made the words indeed come out, as 'tommy' and 'macy'!!!!! ''I'm lyin', I'm dyin', in agony''!!!!!! OK and without further ado or time wasting, here we go, © Office, then, and now!

*****''Do you feel dead''*****????????????????????

This 'YOU' has lived many other lives all over hyperspace, the combined fifth dimensional hyperspace, containing every possible universe, and its space-time. Memories are always deep down in powerful layers of unconsciousness and subconsciousness parts of us, as the front mind and awareness, or the consciousness would literally wipe out and explode if suddenly it became the total absolute YOU.

It began at the exact time that I had finished typing what else, but (THAT-FAMILY)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Life for me would be totally boring, a lot less miserable, but in all fairness, completely boring, should these mother fucking monsters ever be caught, and brought to justice; and this shit all stopped once and for all.

Galaxies have separated by more miles than most of you will ever drive in your entire life, and that is one small item out of countless others that we could say with certainty, have indeed altered, in each of these little instant points, 400 times per minute. Now things as you know quite well are not normally in seconds and minutes for most of the time, and we tend to live in actual bigger strings of these smaller time chunks, that make up the hour, the day, and even weeks and months and years. Still, twenty years is always that very same amount of minutes and seconds, and multiply that by 400 and that is how many approximate instants, you are fully aware of while conscious.

Memories are always deep down in powerful layers of unconsciousness and subconsciousness parts of us, as the front mind and awareness, or the consciousness would literally wipe out and explode if suddenly it became the total absolute YOU. This can only exist in the void infinity, where indeed, you are, you EXIST, and that's it, until you dream out and away from that onto an Astral-Plane. No religion and no bible, and no little grays from Pleadian Worlds of dreaming interactions, and so on and so forth, has this information. You do not have it either. You may read these powerful words of total truth, but the great Bluebook Protectors of these truths, know that no one can receive this information, it has been literally deprogrammed and disengaged from any human mortal's ability to grasp this much power.

I will blow your freaking mind right now. The USAF began the Project Bluebook after the great war, WW-2, had ended, and large rashes of so-called sightings began to explode the world over. But in the MIDDLE OF DECEMBER, IN THE YEAR OF 1969; they officially ended and terminated this entire thing. No more sightings or stories were permitted to be reported and the project was kaput, over, and the entire never resolved mysterious deal became officially dead, and the world governments stated and told the citizenry that there is no such thing as any extra-terrestrial activity. There isn't of course, it is EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITY, and yes, THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT IT, and so do any and all of you who have read through my nearly eight years of blogs, only you all do the very same thing that the USAF-PB did to you fans of this phenomenon. NOW GOOD FOLKS, FOR NEARLY 8 YEARS OF MY BLOGGING 'CAREER' IF WE CAN CALL IT THAT IN ANY GOOD CONSCIENCE; WHAT HAPPENED AT THIS PRECISE POINT IN TIME, SENATOR? JUST WHAT HAPPENED IN THE MIDDLE OF DECEMBER IN 1969 BESIDES PROJECT BLUEBOOK CLOSING ITS DOORS FOREVER, PUBLICLY?????

Exploratronics explains every unsolved mystery on this planet. There are simply NO exceptions!

Oh well, I tried. Maybe someone in the future will take up where I left off, and be better equipped to carry the ball and bring forth MORIANITY-2. If this does not happen, you can all forget about junk like Heavens Gate and being rescued by these advanced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and here is why, and you won't like it one dam bit Admiral Kirkspock Humpback. THEY are the ones playing with us, enslaving us, and telling us that they are OUR GODS in the first place, and you advanced thinkers in the Morgan Freeman society out here, honestly think that they are suddenly out of the goodness of their mother fucking hearts, going to wake up one day, or one millennium, and say, ''Gee, let us now be good and share the GOD POWERS with these little pip squeaks here, on this stinky ball of volcanic hurl-juice!!! 'I really don't think so', if again, the music world permits this very short musical lyrical quotation, hay there RHM!

Yes, what else occurred back in mid-December of 1969 besides BLUEBOOK ending, good people, great MORIANS, who remembers, you all should, but do any of you, like W----O----W??

GEE, COULD IT BE, MISTER RUSSELL COUNT MINDBLOWN THAXTON, SIR, AND PAL, AND NOT THAT 'TYPO' ERROR MOM INSTEAD OF 'BOB', THE FCC CHAIRMAN, WOW, IS THIS A FRUDIAN SLIP HERE, ME CRYING OUT FOR MY WHITTLE MOTHER FUCKING MOMMY, SHEEEEEEEEEEIT. How I remember her boyfriend, Sidney, saying so often, that deep down when under real distress, all boys are secretly crying out to suck on mommy's tits. Well, girls have the daddy issue, so I guess we all come out even, somehow, somewhere; huh not bear huh or even 'BEAR POPE-HUG', of 65 Middle Road of transdimensional Fort Pierce, Florida, gee willagars and gooollllley, SARGE, YO!!!!!!!!! No Microsoft, let's not even get into my daughter's old volleyball friend, or other shot or un-shot J.R.'s from Dallas, Texas, USA-ES-MWG, OK LATE JOHN KING, SIR, all pissed off here. Oh yes people; we have Bluebook closing, at the very exact TIME WHEN THE CONTACT WAS MADE WITH ME, EXPLORATRONICALLY, IN MIDDLE DECEMBER OF 1969; AND MY CHAIN WAS REMOVED OUT OF A STRONG-BOX, IN MY BEDROOM APARTMENT CLOSET. The entire story is all up there from 6-8 years ago, on ALL MY BLOGS, THAT YOU CAN SIMPLY ARCHIVE AND PROVE THIS, all date-time stamped officially by the gods and world owners AKA GOOGLE-MICROSOFT CORPORATION. You can bullshit your own documents quite easily by resetting the clock and calendar and typing a single letter and then backspacing it out and then re-saving and many computers will allow a phony time to show up as last time a document was worked on, but if you try to edit your blogs, especially on Google property such as BLOGGER, there is no way to bullshit a thing, so my old blogs totally prove out every fucking thing that I am now imparting to all of you, HELLO, Paul Evans Doubter Pedersen. Someone hates all this shit getting typed, my upstairs assholes are hammering something; but then these dick wads do quite a lot of that, I have long become quite used to it, or as your relative would put it so well on her great song, George Clooney, lovely Rosemary; maybe I am not growing accustomed to anyone's face, but I sure am getting totally used to their noises around here, WEEEEE-NA WELLS!!!!!!!!!!! And again, I did not look up on the page when I typed in rosemary so it came out that way and I then proceeded to correct it, YO. Of course this is the name of both a girl, as well as a kitchen cooking condiment, and who else knows what else? I never claimed to be a walking fucking encyclopedia, YO! But more than a chain was removed as many of you know quite well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A wild girl, by the name of SARAH KRASSLE, came ti me in my dreams, 10000000% more real than anything in waking life, and told me that she was going to take it, and a lot more, and as I said, it is all up there at the beginning of all these blogs, just go to the part on my BIO PAGE, where you see the words, MY BLOGS, and click around and archive.

Now when I worked at the Griffin Pope Company, for Assets Protection Security Company of Pendell, Pennsylvania, early this century; a strange coworker came to be there after my being employed on that site about a year or so; her name was Helen Harris, and she had a fifteen year old daughter named Amanda, as in the 'DARK SHADOWS' lover of David Selby's character as Quentin Collins, also, Amanda Harris. This all fitted in super big time to my own personal situation at the very beginning of things in 1995, when my search to find the great elusive teenager of hyper-mystery, SARAH KRASSLE; was just in its infancy. I only learned her name was SARAH in July of 1969 after hearing friends of hers calling her by that name, and then that December, with or without any help from the Air force and their BB, she identified herself as SARAH KRASSLE, and even went so far as to spell her name for me. Every letter in her name has a powerful meaning, that I much later on was destined to come to find out, as many ways exist for spelling STACEY, and even SARAH has alternate ways for its spelling. Real Morians see the great Law & Order Police Commissioner and Jack McCoy, coming to life right here in this one tiny little example, for those that don't, oh well, then you're not meant to, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had to go back and re-spell DECEMBER, they SMALLED that out when I was not looking. This hack is very very very wild, lovely original internet INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as for Amanda Harris and Helen Harris of the non-fictional world of television, Helen worked for the New Jersey State Police in some capacity that she never talked about, and moonlighted as a weekend security guard at the Griffin Guard Post. Every time I do not look, they fucked with fucking GRIFFIN and POST, and this is getting on my mother fucking cunt chewing nerves at light speed fucking squared, BOB MC (NON-MOM) DOWELL, SIR AND PAL OF MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, am I getting fucking hacks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Fucking Water-Walker Christ Almighty!!!

So one day Helen met with an FBI AGENT who she had known from high school or something like this if my memories are serving me at all here, and when this fucking family is involved, that is never a dam ass certainty, believe THAT; but she claims this once friend who she lunched with and told about her new friend and coworker, ME, he got real serious and did not speak for a short time, and then kept giving her a stare-down and said on three separate occasions, and I quote now, to her;''You know Helen, you have a very lovely daughter''. Again, can you believe it folks, one blog, containing, count them LEX SUPER-LUTHER, 3 SONG LYRIC connections to what's getting told and said. Mister Macy, may I???????????????????????? Then for a quick tell and rehash about what Helen Zebriski told me back in Prince-Bomb year, AKA 1999. He is a real pal of mine, and I know he read a lot of my old blogs, you go there old buddy, and I'm here if you ever need me, but my kid thinks this is all a lot of guff, to quote Demi Moore's 7-Sign movie husband, from the eighties; so don't even think of talking about any of this with her, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One day when I told her that her daughter was a married 21 year old with a baby of her own, who needs to have a little bit of responsibility on her own shoulders, and that without it, it is putting lots of bagging on you, meaning her; and it was, it effected a lot of our experiences together, and yes, the girl was mildly retarded, but not too fucked up to get married and deliver a kid! She looked at me, in the privacy of the apartment that normally was crowded with lots of her daughters younger teen and even pre-teen friends such as lovely Crystal, arm breaker Keisha, and many others; and she told me, and I quote her, ''Mark, you have a lot of baggage yourself''. When I laughingly asked her what she possibly was referring to, she tried to make light of it but was going on about SARAH, and I told her this was merely someone from my youth that I felt if I could find, could perhaps help me to understand some of the weird things that my life was experiencing, and did not consider it baggage. Then she went on and on and I dismissed it as the normal long rants of all women determined to win all arguments. Only after the magical period of nearly a decade later, the 2008-2009 years, did a lot of what she went onto say in lots of detail, ring powerful loud bells in my head. Her daughter's husband knew Sarah Callio's father in law, mister Martino real well, and you need not be told right now, some of the wild mafia stuff, that she went onto tell me, right up to and including something I really dismissed back ten as typical girl-ranting to win a discussion, as stated earlier. It was all about the family, and she knew many people because she had property on the islands off of Florida, and that was all she felt safe to tell me, so Mister Macy, how about some more of that permission, again, SIR????????

There is a lot to talk an=bout and tell, as always, with me, sorry folks, I do not mean to always have so many complex things in my life, I'm stuck with this life that I'm in folks, and never ever requested any of this, no matter what the mighty and beautiful Kathy Gatherer may have said to me back in 1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for Grant Avenue, and the strange house on the highway, the strange wild dreams, and the memory lapses which are always typical of standard UFO or abduction cases in case you may not be aware of this and is very easy for anyone to Google around and verify it all for yourselves; well, this road was used on the night I witnessed, 31 days before anyone else on this planet except maybe for Governor Jesse realgoodgirl Ventura and his pal, and mine, President Obama. Yes, Microsoft, this IS INDEED one hell of a 'realization'', I couldn't agree with you more!!!!

SAVANTS OR NO SAVANTS, ''THE-END''