MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER 23

MORIANITY PART 6

CHAPTER 23

1:00 PM-EDST, 11 OCTOBER, 2013

2007 was an extremely powerful and fascinating year for me, my wonderful Morians, in many ways, not too much in the positive and mostly in the negative, still it was huge and most definitely of cosmic importance, not just to me and for me, but all others as well. Still, I don't want to get lovely wild nutty Twinbay all pissed at me, so let me not just see the negatives here, hence this blog will begin with my telling a positive spin, and perhaps even Morianity's positive spin to this year, eventually. Nothing happens overnight, is the old rule. We all know as well that exceptions to the rule, make the rules what they are, to also keep another person happy and appeased here, even though not living amongst us, but her words will infinitely echo in my brain forever, ''It is what it is'', spoken so authoritatively and assertively, by the once and only, thank goddess, Dawn-Marie King! 2007, as with the great year to end all years as far as power and endless recollections go, 1986; but folks, 2007 was another similar dividing line in the cosmic sand, for me. On one side, were the MOUNTAINPEN-MORIANITY BLOGS that started in early 2006, and during this time, my life, horrendous as it was, was of a totally different spin and direction than what it later turned into, after my 70 day give or take, sabbatical that I took from my now nearly eight year ''blogging-career'', if you can call this nightmare hell by that name with any reference whatsoever to sanity. Still, this off-grid-period is a subject for another time, and since I no linger have my old back up records on cassette tape after running away on that dark cold wintry night in middle December of 2009, from THAT FAMILY from the infamous Ventnor, New Jersey NIGHTMARES of recurring serial play-out; I have only my frail human memory to work with during this brief intermission for lack of a better term on my part at this moment. But we do have the official Morianity records called, MY BLOGS; from early 2006 through the start of this off-period-sabbatical, and then we also all have the second or after-part of things, this being; none other than from the ending of the sabbatical and my return to the blogging internet grid in May of 2007, and right up through this very date now, October the eleventh in twenty-thirteen. To be quite honest with you all reading this, I never planned this as an eight year project. It was my sincere desire that some peeps would contact me who believed in the same basic things that I do, from reading me; and offer to form an organization, you know, not all that different from the HARVEST, where I came to work from 2010-2012, only religious in nature, totally legal to collect donations to run it, and totally free to be here, offering this blind foolish human race, the true reason why we all are here right now, and all of this is happening, not just to me, but all of you as well, and the biggest bee in the bonnet and fly in the ointment is that whoever is reading this, agents, potential future friends, or Exploratrons not in the ESS, or ''whatever'' Congressman Teenager; I had really hoped this would become the Morianity-Foundation, with at least one main home base location by now, a major website hosted by a top promoter designer-engineer, and that we would be on the way into expansion and growth. I have not done what my enemies want however, really two things that they want. I have not given up yet, and no; I have not taken the short term attitude that has confused a lot of bible banger types for centuries now. I speak of well, if nothing sprouted, YET, your seeds suck Mountainpen, and your shit ain't worth a mucous ball on the dirty streets of Manhattan. No, I do not fall into what you name SATAN and his traps that only catch the ignorant who cannot see just as clearly as Johnny Clariton Nash Countrybumpkin Finally Ripoffree; and instead, I totally fully realize; that just because the time illusion that may indeed last throughout my entire lifetime, Sir Vincent Vangough; this is every bit as meaningless as poor sir Earslice, is showing Morianity as a failed attempt to enlighten the future of humanity to great truths that SSJKK for reasons that only SHE CAN EVER POSSIBLY KNOW; has revealed to me. I feel a little bit like John Lovezemyoung Denver the late, from the Colorado Rocky Mountain High Album in 1975; and his many tunes and great movies as well, such as OH-GOD, from the late nineteen-seventies; in that I can hear him plain as day right now, in his voice print inside of my mind, in that OH GOD show, saying to those who were persecuting him for his CONTACT experiences; things such as, ''I sort of like a Moses'', then suddenly with a facial expression that was meant to be sad and pathetic, realizing how everything he said, true as it was, like that statement, was just, as Judge Judy would say so often in her great playpen on court television, ''dogging yourself in deeper and deeper'', and she is not wrong, and poor John's movie personality, was not wrong either, yet never the twain shall seemingly meet, in this world of doubting-scoffers, and Missourians. Well, Morianity is way beyond the fictional cool TV shows with Little Tracy and John Denver, in that this is not made up fiction, it is all real, and as wonderful as fiction and Harry Potter and all of it can ever possibly be, REAL LIFE TRUMPS FICTION EVERY TIME, huh CUZZ-PUN??????? Now here's a turd I could talk about for a month and not tell it all, yet be so nauseated, I would be permanently carrying a small enzemeter Toilet around with me for years. What convinced him of going on the secret crack pot list, IMHO, was two incidents. One was his friends in the communications world who told him things that Judge Judy for one example would just disbelieve instantly as it cannot happen, you know, like the laser-retrace resurrection of Jesus Christ. The human mind either insists or losing sanity, or it goes into a sanity-survival mode, and alters the appearance or the sound or whatever might be the case, just enough, you all know what's getting said. Then the other thing is what the Pope, you know, the one before this gut, Benny-16; coming over to the church just down the way from the home where I was Stockholm Syndrome kidnapped in, by THAT FAMILY, in the latter part of wonderful and marvelous 2008. These two things would convince any real logical person who is capable of turning Daddy's 47,000,000 dollars into 10,000,000,000 dollars in a few short decades, as it is these types who do not deny or alter reality that is right in their face. Still, believing things whatever they may be and however true they are, that are on the DSM-5 Crack-Pot List, is a game changer for anyone, I don't care if you have more money than Gates and the Queen of England all combined, and then plenty still left over. Indirectly, I am why this universe will never have a President Donald Trump. In some small way, since this arrogant fucking slob can taste that power in his mouth like an overly sweetened lollypop; I am able to have a small life victory; knowing silently inside; while all of you are laughing so loudly at me, along with Re-tracer Donna, and Kali Callio; that I am 100% correct, and that this is all 100% reality, whatever that really truly is anyway, Flo Poolbox and Hannah Paulcribs. Yes, without digressing further into tangent number ninety nine folks, I had some high hopes that I would not be another Vincent Vangough. I'll bet that is not something you will hear said every day, my peeps, yet think the heck about it seriously for a seck, YO. Once you wake up from any of these hyperspace dreams, it is over. The real you is way beyond any of these silly stupid dreams, and so sure, I wanted it to go down in my human lifetime. I wanted to be able to work that caterpillar and butterfly deal, just once. Sure I had personal motives. Who doesn't want to freaking improve their life station? Say ''ME'', and I'll say, ''LIAR''. We all want to improve and get some of the things we work so hard at, to come into fruition. But I don't worry to the point of doing a Huntington-murder-suicide over it, let me assure you all. Now that all of this is out of the way, and straight; put out onto the net for the world, and the universe, and the future; and whatever the ESS really is in its fullness and truth; let me start digging a bit further into the meat and the crux of all of this, good folks, OK? Before I open things up, I mentioned print-through and bleed-over in hyperspace, around my personal situations, and I even gave the example with the soggy wet towel, and the dry ones placed all around this wet one in the center. The media must be having a field day with all of it, and they know that they cannot say one word beyond a quick opinion here and there, and stick to their prompt scripts. Still, they'd really have to be denser than a quintessential graviton, not too see what's happening all over the place, the closer to my physical location is where it is maxed out, and as a wave does, with distance away from me, it slowly ripples down into lesser waves of bleed-over effect, but it's there, all over the world. Average peeps are reading this and don't have a conscious mind clue what's being said here, but the powerful people in the Scott Ransom Club reading here, THEY KNOW, and I KNOW THEY KNOW, so Mike McNulty, I have something to say to you here, old buddy; AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for a more local area mike, well, if you are getting this, now or later; YOU CAN GO SCREW YOURSELF, along with all the dirt bag little demigods up on Twenty-Fifth Street, and Orange Avenue. Let's all satay as happy and as healthy as we can, out on all streets, oh those bloody wet shoes and towels, hippity-hoppity, and Easter Sunday, and recent past addresses, all notwithstanding; Mister August Knifedreams! In any event ladies and gentlemen, ?my stuff will be delivered next week, and if something can go wrong for me, you already know that it always does and always will, under this lovely wonderful awesome HUNTINGTON FUCKING NIGHTMARE CURSE, so please, let me not darken anyone's doorsteps again, in or near the great Boston Harbor, or other Harbors, or any boiling hot skating rinks, or any other exploratronic powerful activities that are all part of all of the existing so-called unexplainable phenomena, from the great 40's UFO craze, to the pyramids, to any and every other thing imaginable, YO. Sorry, I should have included local graffiti I suppose, huh Paula Jewelly White and bob 'McFire'. Well Hands Jefferson, my red-silver blood is of issue in hyperspace. Last night I died around half past three into a very deep quiet lovely rest that I wish could last forever. If someone were to promise you a trillion years times a trillion years of death and peace, and then you will need to become aware again, you might think as you get super tired and go to lay down, that this will be so way cool and peaceful. Wrong. Nonexistence cannot be felt. You would drop off and instantly, you would awaken, it would not matter if it was three seconds short of forever. Only if it could last forever, like a pitcher throwing a ball farther and further until it finally covers the entire world before dropping, placing it into low orbit, would this ball be free of dropping back into worldly bondage. You need to go the entire infinity without existing, and this cannot ever be done if YOU EXIST. There are two type of entities in the basic make up of reality, EXISTORS and NON-EXISTORS. Existors cannot ever NOT EXIST. Non-Existors cannot ever EXIST. You are one or you are the other, and time is a meaningless commodity in the bigger picture truth. It appears very real while living in the matter worlds of hyperspace consciously, but in truth that lays far beyond this, time is nothing, as everything is nothing, as nothing is what is real, remember folks, NOTHING IS REAL, NOTHING----IS WHAT IS REAL. How long will I preach this powerful truth to blind humanity? When will you get this simple awesome powerful truth into your waking psyche, YO? Jeese-Louise Surfer Fonty!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now as for Benny-16, none of you have a clue why we have changed popes in recent times. The truth is that he came to Hammonton-Blueberryville, along with powerful church friends and associates, and they studied and examined the situation, and came to see things that no Pope ever in the history of humankind, ever saw. It blew away the entire Catholic Faith, that is, it would have if it was made public, in its fullness. So what did happen, because this is a very honest caring man, who refused to deceive and lie to his flock the way that some of his predecessors have done throughout history, for many varying, and always carnal reasons? Well, he went back to Vatican City shortly thereafter, and decided to tell a Permission-Barrier sort of altered version of what he had witnessed about this great STAR FAMILY that owns and controls this planet, and all others, and all universes, and all things, and on and on; and what he did without wasting any time, was to do what no Pope had done before, Mister Rockdroid Roddenberry. He talked about them, in a book that he published; but he did as I did back in 1994, and the US copyright Office has the 24 cassette tapes to this day, yes, he wrote the entire story, but he did it in the style I did my work back then, my book called, ''THE PERMISSION BARRIER''. Shortly after this, in covert ways, a powerful scene played out that would have made billy Shakespeare shake a spear into a wet dream and more. Forces from this most powerful church on the planet all came together and discussed things and allowed this to be published, and if you carefully examine the YOUTUBE videos, and not the haters and naysayers of the Papacy, but the well informed posters, of some of the numerous videos up there; you will see some of this powerful stuff that is being talked about now, by me on this blog. First, the true Astral Plane or subatomic realm name of Papacy is one of the many words used for all encompassing power and glory, PAP, and then Neva Neecy also translated as Stacey in that precise spelling of STACEY since this name spells about 9 ways back from Sunday now; but you get it, ''All Powerful Stacey'', as this representation is this power here on Earth, God's representatives, and most powerful religions of the world also copy this concept, even the Eckankar followers, have the Living ECK Master in all generations, and so on. So what was in this publication that Pope Benedict XVI wrote, do any of you know? It is the first time that any Catholic power intelligently discusses Aliens and Extraterrestrial activity, in the history of the roman catholic church, and all as a result of learning about the MARHOUSE on Middle Road in Hammonton, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! Now Morianity has revealed the real truths without any Permission-Barrier style clever write-arounds, and name changes to protect the ''whatever's'', that may be , in what it terms and labels, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, or the ESS. To openly admit that Morianity tells the real total truth; that would be beyond what invisible Lawtronic barriers that exist somewhere somehow; are presently allowing, and that is because the Lawtron system is time-sensitive, even though it of itself exists far outside of and beyond any kind of a time dimension whatsoever. This same matrix of a sort that keeps monsters, and living dead creatures, and pop up dinosaurs; from suddenly invading our waking world reality, at a whim's spotty notice; and allowing a basic order to flow and continue existing with humanity. If Lawtronics is evaded and wiggled around; and it actually is upon rare occasions, such as with Cousin Donald Tape Recorder MacInvondi; this is when we begin to get the 'Judge Judy' Unbelievable Stuff, that unfortunately for the few who indeed carry this Beatles-Weight on our backs, along with lots of life monkey's for a very long time (all of our lives); creates nothing short of an UNFATHOMABLE LIFETIME NIGHTMARE HELL for those chosen Lawtronically, or LAWTRONICALLY HACKED by powerful knowledge-abusers, with super great power from their belonging in the ESS. I would naturally be one such pathetic victim of this reality. Just in the last week, I have suffered through a lot of bad health, enemy influences by way of neighbors, noise in general both in and outside of the building where I am residing, things going wrong, losing a friend for no discernable reason other than anything that comes out to the GAWNUM NUMBER 23 root, as spoken to me by GAGA in response to my recent query. 1986 had two numbers that came out twice as many times at Atlantic City casino roulette tables, during my eight month period of playing down there professionally; as the other 36 numbers. This may be a slight exaggeration folks, but they came out dam near twice as many times as all the other numbers, and there are 38 numbers in roulette as many know, 1-36, and zero and double zero. Some tables have only single zero, but the odds do not get any better playing that, it is another of the rich man's trick to take all of our poor little money away from us, what little we have, so they endlessly can have more and more and more of their insatiable filthy lucre power and lifestyles. These numbers were both RED-ODD numbers, and would be number 23 and number 27. GEE, I wonder why, and if this does not prove STM and that antimatter universes indeed run in reverse time where th electron and proton are oppositely charged, then I'll be an Albert Einstein Monkey's uncle at C-SQUARED, YO!!!!!!!!!! My doctor's office called me a second ago, and they got my lab results from my recent blood test back, and all was within normal ranges. I think my asthma is worse from a lifetime of being pummeled and assaulted with an over abundance of fuel dropping jets, AKA CHEMTRAIL ATTACKS, again, see the great YOUTUBE for lots of stuff on that topic as well. I never go to any social media sites anymore, and all my junk is long down and off of all of them. That's for kids under 60 in my opinion, let them all have their little fun and crawl around the playpens of the world playing their games and that';s fine, it is just not for me, and all is cool. Now let me tell you about my wild ''nightmare'' that occurred before I awoke this morning at about 9:22 give or take a minute or so, speaking of labs, lab tests, Lab-Techs, and Roseann Delaney and blood. I was with some people, who I don't know, Carolyn Adamdreams Stoddard; of the television hit show of the sixties, ''Dark Shadows''; and they were friends of Mister Cannon, and one told me when he gets here, he is going to cut your hand off and place a decal on your forehead that reads No-Hands-Jefferson. He had the sticker ready for peeling, and I saw it, and it is just like what I printed above, only in a color I have not seen in human life and most certainly cannot make the font controls reproduce it for publishing. Then another dude came over and spit on my pants, landing about half way along the left side looking down, of my shin. Then he told me that, ''We got to your pals at Avalon, and Bonjovi thinks you're just a big dick head''. Then he took a weird device out of his pocket, grabbed my right hand forcefully, placed this thing into my hand, and immediately it began to burn red hot and I tried to drop it but it stuck to me and just burned hotter, strobing purple and white about every half second. I began to fall down to my knees screaming and then it was just gone and my hand was all blistered and hurt like hell and a half. But suddenly in what seemed like I will say fifteen seconds at the most, the pain stopped and the blister was gone as though it never was there. Even my hand was just normally warm to the touch. These dudes began laughing at me and telling me they were going to take me back to my high school again, and even Guy Herman's old five mile range walkie-talky radio won't be able to help me. I just stared at these horrible dudes and said nothing. They then proceeded to walk away from me, still snickering and laughing, as well as saying nasty things under their breath, and even calling me a 'rotten honky', and a 'mother fucking sellout'. What all this was about, I was, and still am; totally clueless, YO. Then I knew I was in this house with bright purple thick plush carpets, and I was now alone in there. I walked into another room that had lovely waxed wooden hard wood floors that shone so bright and well, just as in the television commercials, I could see my reflection in it when I looked down, and remember this very well as I type this blog. Then even though my hand had no small holes anywhere on it, I began to bleed. Suddenly, more and more blood was all over, only my hand itself was not bleeding. It seemed to just eject out like a videotape from a machine, and land as numerous drops onto this hardwood floor. It would not stop and I began to realize I was bleeding to death, and attempted desperately to find a way out of this house. No matter where I went throughout it however, it just led to more places, and I suddenly came to realize the place contained absolutely no windows at all. Finally I weakened to the point that I fainted, but still managed to keep crawling around, thinking, 'if I stop moving, I'm a dead fucking man', my exact thoughts, over and over, were racing trough my head. Then I slowly passed out and found myself on a table and was told I am unable to move and was given some wild powerful chemical paralyzer. Fuck you Spell-Checker, this is an accepted term and word, I hear it all the fucking time, Microsucks Assholes. Aniwho Flo Poolbox, and Hannah; and others; I was told I was in Dublin, and was about to be taken to a secret location near a lake, always a lake with these star-people, with or without castle breakers or wealthy billionaire distant cousins. They told me that I was going to be integrenetrized with a transfusion and turned back to age eighteen again, the age I was when my growth ended. I asked the three women who had medical masks on and I could not see faces, and also their hair was up in caps; just shy this was being done, and they just told me to shut up over and over, until I got sick of that, and so I just shut up. Then a door opened but I couldn't turn my head to see this happening behind me, but could tell it happened, as a doctor came in and closed it behind him and said to the three nurses or whoever they were, to go to room number 7 and wait until the gurney comes out. Obviously the gurney would have me helplessly on it, I was thinking to myself. Then I began to be wheeled into a hallway where as I went further and further along, there were less and less lights above me, and dimmer ones also, all of normal hospital type florescent kind. Then I yelled out real loudly three times, thinking about how Dorothy on the great old movie, ''the wizard of Oz'' clicked her heels three times, why my mind made that comparison while doing this, I;ll never know I suppose, but I yelled out the words of magic that this blog knows fully well about, ''Zuudlow Zuudlow please, power power need''. After I finished the third utterance, instantly, I awoke out of this wild ass experience.

Folks, the story of my mother in the seventies is right around the corner, so when you read it through soon; please know, that all things connect into all things, and also that 'someone or something', just as fucking Captain Kirk said so well long ago in the original Star Trek television show; has made it their eternal business of messing with me, and my case is the hugest in all of recorded history, because of my family, just as was spoken by the illustrious and enlightened mother fucking asshole of all assholes, Mister James T. Burr, from Gloucester, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. So why not one single soul wants to ever talk to me or help me, or show any interest, proves to me, that the only possible thing that is real about all of this mother fucking hellish shit all this dam ass time, YO, is that on the night of AUGUST THE FIFTEENTH, IN 1986, INDEED, I DIED, AND I WENT STRAIGHT IBTO ETERNAL FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If there can be any other explanation, I am all mother fucking ears, YO YO YO YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!