MORIANITY
PART VI
CHAPTER
XXXIX
7:30
PM-EDST, 25 OCTOBER, 2013, FRIDAY
WELL
GOOD FOLKS, THIS WAS A SUPER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE FOR ME, FROM WHO
ELSE, BUT THE CUNT HUFFING WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.
TWO STRAIGHT WEEKS OF TWO SUPER BAD DAYS THAT SPLIT THE WEEKS
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since cunt lapping mother fucking Wednesday evening and the disaster
shit, you can see their markets, the DOW JONES, shot up up up up up
up, just as I TOLD YOU IT WOULD, GIANT GINA, AND ALL OTHERS, AS I
HAVE LIVED FUCKING THROUGH THIS FUCKKING SHIT NOW EVER SINCE, YEAH,
HERE WE FUCKING ASS GO AGAIN, I KNOW GOOD PEOPLE; 15
AUGUST, OF 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HORRIFIC
FUCKING MAJOR COCK SUCKING ''NIGHTMARES'' LAST NIGHT, LET ME KNOW THE
TURD CHEWING SECOND THAT I WOKE UP FUCKING TODAY GOOD FOLKS, THAT I
WAS PISS MEAT DEAD TODAY, AND SURE ENOUGH, I FELL UNDER A REAL
FUCKING PILE OF PETA HELL, PETA IS A QUADRILLION OF SOMETHING, SO
IMAGINE FUCKING ROYAL ASS HELL, ONE FUCKING QUADRILLION TIMES, YO YO
YO YO YO!!!
HERE
IS TODAY'S STOCK MARKET, GINA, AND OTHERS!!
THE
ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA AND ME:
HERE
WE GO AGAIN,
CLUELESS AMERICAN KIDS, OLD
AND NEW,
MIZZ
KIM LOVELY WILD,
YO
YO!!!!!!
HAY,
I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!
Don't
even fucking believe me, anybody, I'm just an ignorant retarded
fucking special-ed short-bus fat ass slob, scum bag, dirt ball; at
light speed cubed, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't
fucking know shit from shoeshine cans!
So
exactly what is happening to me, and exactly why, and who exactly is
behind it, and can Morianity ever have the dimmest hope of sleuthing
its way to the Gozzwald Movie Answers, from the early
nineteen-seventies????
Well,
we'll deal with all shit fucking shit, at another time, Copyright
Office Examines, who knew this entire story all along, and were too
cruel to let me into the Macy-Loop!!!!!!!!!!!! Please don't ask me
''what makes me think that'', as this sentence produces its own
mother fucking answer for anyone with an intelligence quotient of
thrice their shoe size or better, WHAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE SIR.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR OF MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3:
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At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Trying
to figure out why this evil fucking power is destroying me all these
years is next to if not totally impossible. Still folks, let's see
what we can do now, to take a bite out this for right now, Natalie
and Roseann!!!
''Me
from 1985'', I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away. Come back
to me LIGHTNING!!!!!!!
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WEEK AND TODAY, BEFORE WE EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING THIS ANY GOD DAM
ASS FURTHER DOWN THE PIKE, YO FOLKS.
BOY
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HANG
IN THERE 484 WAYV-MIMI HUNTINGTON HAMMONTON BLUCRAN!!!!!!!
People
for example like Alex Jones and all the hot shots of the talk radio
up around fucking cunt Philadelphia, and that is all it is, TALK,
TALK, TALK, TALK, and for the same reasons and the same agendas of
the non conspiracy folks, and I know this dirty filthy little best
kept secret oh so well, SIR KEVIN TREDAUX, it is always and only,
''all about the fucking MONEY'',
THE TRUE REAL GOD OF THIS WORLD!
Folks,
let me tell you what is Derrijo Exxon HA—penning, in or not in
1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
RHM!
MAJOR
REITERATION IF I MAY HERE!
Yes,
there is a lot of history here, and we are leaving all of this right
here for right now, lovely Lieutenant Vanburen!!!!!!!!
Hyperspace
is a truly unknown element!!!!!
Well
friends and foes and all else, here is the situation, Louigee Kent
Henderson and all others not going by this wild name, AHA, Mike
McNulty.
This
little blog will make the great awesome Terry Egghead
Knowitallfromthejerseyharbors quite a bit uneasy; as she likes
everything, to quote her from my Midge-Dog days, back in Berryville;
non-scatterbrain style; all arranged in neat order, and not running
all over the place. The problem is that this never has real power in
it. It is bland and common. Anyone can do it, and Morianity is not
something anyone can do. Let's face the facts of life here lovely
Blair. This project is not some every day thing, and it never is
going to make an attempt to so be, good folks. This particular
chapter will move all around, but still, be basically churning out
many ideas for my viewers to munch on, regarding just how they might
see for themselves someday soon, how real and incredible traveling in
all five dimensions can truly be. It changes your life big time and I
won't start to lie about that, but the trouble with life is that it
is all a dam big illusion, you could call this an entire deal, a
parlor trick of the Astral Gods, but this would be a very surface
level understanding of way more powerful and outlandish reality that
surrounds all of us, whether we ever choose consciously to perceive
any of it or not. It was on the early morning of December the seventh
back in 1996, Pearl Harbor Day as all the older Vets know right off
the bat; and in my own weird bizarre way, this day for me was every
bit as treacherous and stimulating as if I had been right there in
Hawaii on that day from 55 years back. This blog is not going to get
into using the ''black arts'' as so many call what I did the previous
night before going to ''sleep'', it is only going to tell some heart
wrenching hard hitting shit that will make even long green lines, cry
like little babies. To quote the white man of soul from the sixties,
and well known recording artist back then, Mister Billy Harner, The
last man on the Steel Pier''. He was telling me up at the end of the
previous century, how he was indeed the last man on this world famous
pier, but this pier has a lot more meaning to me than his experiences
with it. In a parallel universe, I saw my lovely Sarah Nurockey fall
to her death and drown in the Atlantic Ocean. I am not going to even
begin talking about the Buddha Religion or any other belief system
that knows how real cycles are and that life is a cycle as well, or
karma and reincarnation, or any of this, not right now, not on this
blog, that comes later when I really start tying major shit together.
What needs to be understood by those few who I know try to get some
of the Morianity teachings, but just cannot make the leap into new
thinking, any more than my late best pal, David Charles Roth, so I
don't blame anybody, and realize I'm asking as lot. But by
reexplaining the same things in different ways, not worrying about
time orders, or the normal constraints that literary work, or even
educational writings normally conform to; I can better hope to get a
few points across from time to time. If I choose to just discuss my
wild abilities to defy motion for example, people would either get
all caught up in that for its own sake or just refuse to believe all
together, what I say, but if I move this in and out with other stuff,
it eases the relating pain so to speak, at least to some small
degree, hopefully. I have already proven to anyone who is open
minded, that my life does not conform to many norms. I should have
died about a million times, and stuff that goes on around me, locally
and distantly would be classified as unexplainable mysteries, if
believed in, only 99.9% just call me a liar, or a total fucking crazy
ass nut case. Let me try and prove this point to you. I agreed in
early 1990, the fifth of January on the evening to be totally
precise, to go 99 percent their way, over at a township police
station back in New Jersey. I had just had a small airplane pass very
low and directly over my apartment, and while it went over, the
people on it, their voices sounded young, in their twenties; and
male; and I went to turn on a small portable cassette tape recorder
to record the incident, and the second that I turned it on, a
blasting loud voice from those on board came onto my tape machine,
and it was taping as well, and one was Dizzy Dee, the other was
Mountain Man. This is a wild and weird parallel to Mountain-Pen and
Deezy Slim, but these wild type of close parallels are a whole other
story, and we will be getting to it. The one dude had an extremely
fowl mouth and was illegally cursing through the FAA/FCC regulated
air waves radio system, swearing horrifically, and then saying that
he was going to drop a bomb down on the apartments below. When I took
this evidence over to the Voorhees Township Police Station an hour
later, they took me to the 'Cherry Hill Crises Center' for a
sike-eval. Even after I gave them this tape, a copy I made actually,
and agreed to go to the CHCC that night, they would not help me one
bit, or do their legally sworn job to investigate this blatant crime,
the Lieutenant at this time as the 1990's just had come in, was a man
by the name of Sakavich, which is being spelled as it sounds. My
friend on the force, a Mike smarzinski told me that his Lieutenant
would definitely help me with this after he had first heard it
upstairs, but then when I went downstairs to the office of the
Lieutenant, he wanted to make me a deal as he put it, that if I go
for a sike-eval and pass, he will investigate this. Can you mother
fucking believe this bullshit? Then after I had totally fulfilled my
end of the deal, THEY STILL ALL FUCKING SCREWED ME, as they obviously
had planned to do all along. This story has been blogged on the OLD
BLOGS that I was hacked off of, I am like all of you now, I can only
access them, they locked me forever out of my own blog one day, and
that is why I had my guru at the time then late in 2011, come over
and start me up on these new blogs that you have been reading since
December of 2011. At least I can go up and link the old ones into the
new one, but it never will be the same. My life is one supernatural
thing after another, and always has been, it is only the persecution
that can be visibly witnessed, that began in 1986 after my sending
REAL GOOD GIRL down to Wash Dock 13-600 for copyright. Then in 1983,
three years earlier, the shit began with what I have come to refer to
as CONTACT. Still, I was not contacted completely, and still have not
been, as it appears to be an ever increasing form of contact, from
which there is no escape at all. I have tried to run away from this
problem for a very long time. When it is not in waking life, it slams
around me in sleeping life, even more realistically. I have told many
truths and no one believes. I am totally powerless
to fight these EXPLORATRONS of the
ESS, and I know it perfectly well. The very same people that first
appeared to me in a series of nightmares more real and vivid ten
times over than being awake, while staying on Cornwall Avenue in
1970, in the town to the south of Atlantic City, with child molester
Thomas J. Reale of Somers Point, New Jersey; is when this all began,
but it never really began if you understand all of my situation, and
also, even the very basics of a mathematical discipline known as
Quantum Mechanics. I mentioned how we have three minds, from our
vantage point while in these human flesh bodies, conscious,
unconscious, and subconscious. Each of these ''states of mind'' is
merely a balancer or equalizer of a sort. One setting places the real
YOU (religious folks would say your soul) into a material realm, the
here and now where time and space makes matter and energy respond to
one set of physically regulated Lawtron-Reality, as Morianity calls
it. Another setting places the real YOU in normally recessant other
duplicate ''yous'' in the vast hyperspace that contains all universes
each existing in varying subatomic vibrating signatures, and then
there is the setting that places you where you are in real truth.
Your dreams here are no longer what YOU attach into, and YOU are in
your TRUE BEING. When you are totally not conscious to hyperspace,
you either are in your lighter subatomic existence, or you are in
absolute truth and not dreaming out from this state at all, and this
would be the VOID. To try and get more into this would require a
century and hundreds of lengthy books, wasting all of our time.
Many
are quite interested in just what this family of magical washcloths
and Irish Leprechauns are truly about, you know, their motives and
their objectives, and how I fit into everything. If you read the
first two years of my OLD BLOG on BLOGGER, 2006 and 2007, you will in
short order know that I had no conscious recall during these times,
of this wild family, and was off on what I thought was a whole
different search and quest. The only trouble was that I was looking
to find a girl who I knew a long time ago, and I searched the world
high and low and there was a very good reason that nobody ever even
remembered her, and why I could never find her. But again, even the
great Buddha and his pals would only get a gold star 100 on their
report card, on half of this. I mean, let's concede with me just so
we can come to a point here, folks. Even if she left this life as her
and reentered as another, why did not one single soul know or
remember this un-locatable teen from my past? Well, real
MORIANS/FOLLOWERS know quite well about the magical memory erasing
that has already been done just since the end of the nineties, on the
great street where she came from, Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City,
New Jersey, USA. You know how Ed and I to this day have no memory of
McGuire at my car while we were taking some photos of the area for
the morianity-foundation website that is now defunct. The photos
showed him right there in our face, but we never perceived it, or
else we did, and were made to NOT REMEMBER. Then when I used the
payphone in his crappy bar years before that 2006 incident, on
February seventh of 1997, names were very important to me in my
search, and I had just asked Sarah Callio over his telephone, what
the last name was, and she said and spelled it afterwards,
C-A-L-L-I-O. Oh well, at least she didn't spell out Academy Road or
Grant Avenue, huh Copyright Office? There is a ton of stuff to talk
about, but it is late and I need to go off to sleep. We will get to
it all, bit by bit, I promise you WOMO-MO!!!!!!!
Careful
of those fires, great Washcloth Family!
Well
folks, here we are on a Sunday evening that is beginning here in
South Central Florida at Fort Pierce. It is currently a hot 85
degrees Fahrenheit, so no ice skating will be done with lovely Razoli
or Iles. I never can keep straight which is which, and admit that I
do not watch much television, only the shows that I have felt
connected and attached to, and never years ago having the smallest
clue why, but those were my 20-0 blind days. Things make so much
sense when YOU COME TO KNOW the very
basic simple reality, that all things are connected together, in the
true worlds of the invisible subatomic. Since larger things are
merely a collection of atoms that are all held together by yet
unknown forces as of 2013, the science verifies right now,
mathematically, that my words are true and accurate, all is
connected, and then the really deluded and paranoid that never get
into Quantum Dynamics, go insane when they start seeing these weird
mysterious things happening all around them, and are aware of their
absolute reality; yet they do not have the educated facts of the
quantum worlds to avert their soon to follow, or eventual, insanity.
This is a true shame, but it leads straight to a very wicked evil
unpleasant to put it very politely, monster truth; that few know and
or face. The few who know some of this, don't want to share it,
keeping the why this is happening, and the how to do something about
it, knowledge; is nothing less than hoarding great amounts of true
form energy, and all scientists know the formula, energy divided by
time equals power; so wanting this power over their lifetimes, means
they wish to literally, and just as the great super author, James
Redfield said so well, in many of his wonderful books; steal all the
true energy around all of us, and just keep it all for themselves.
This means not a lot of difference than putting folks in an air tight
sealed up Walmart Store. There is plenty of food and air for a while
(TIME), but in order to keep persisting through time, or LIVING; a
few need to band together and grab most of the food and drinks. Those
then with less get weaker and die off, leaving more supply's as well
as more breathable air for the more abundant few who stole what was
not their rightful share. Folks, I am not against America, the
government, or even Capitalism, and get that fucking straight right
here and now, PLEASE. I am merely a simple minded, mathematically
minded person, that knows that endless supply cannot be created and
sustained, on a limited size planet world. The numbers won't work. If
I were Jeremiah the Bullfrog, I would not get rid of capitalism, but
we would transition into a society of LIMITED-CAPITALISM.
Once your net worth in money and goods and income exceeds 100 times
what any normal person would think of as living super king style, say
off the top of my head 200 grand annually, then multiplying that by
100 and this is the ceiling of anyone, and after that, money goes
into the general pool. No more taxes, no more ever spending what we
don't have. No more credit, not for people, not for governments. This
would solve the problem of humanity within a decade and life here
would become a mother fucking utopia. But I am not on any election
ballots, and all I have is my opinion and a big typewriter mouth. So
what is 200 grand times 100? Well it is twenty million bucks,
200,000X100 or 2X1, + the zero total, 5+2, see how easy math can be,
and no calculator?, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE. So that's a 2 with seven zeros
after it, 20 million. Anything over this, in income or combined
already owned items, and into the pool it goes. No one needs to be
that fucking rich; it is ridiculous, Mack RED-X
Louise Chesapeake Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
health as you know has been bad for a while, but if I can make it
until my doctor sees me soon, I will beat these pricks at their own
game. If not, my blog doubles as my dying declaration. Also folks,
yes; I know I should fucking proofread my shit. There are lots of
mistakes that I always end up correcting, and what a fucking pain in
my ass it is, too. If you'll all re-read the paste-in part, you'll
see both corrections, and some changes.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-dogs; my health is no simple walk in the
park, it is just as with most if not all things connected with the
Mountainpen, complicated and messy as 'Dogtown'. I miss you lovely
'Midge'. But with all of the mountaintops that are there to climb,
and girls that I will eventually end up telling anything they want me
to, Copyright Examiners; I believe a smart voter is a split ticket
voter, and it is not easy any more to do this as it was in the early
seventies. There are always more than one person to vote for on many
various offices being sought, by both parties, but I am saying there
are times where offices would be better served by members of both
parties. I don't know much about the political process and try to
keep out of it, as I knew it was a hopeless lost cause when I was 14
years old, and have told why, and cannot force you to believe that I
have circled around and relived this hellish shit over and over
again, and I can still hear both Sally Starr and Paul Pedersen
laughing at me. But it's true and their laughter makes no difference
whatsoever. Still, how I remember a sociology teacher in my final
year of school telling about voting the split ticket, and I do not
even think this is doable any longer. Well, I love that cool show on
the Science Channel, ''Mythbusters'', give them a break
'Spell-Checker''. But last night's show made me want to add a little
something in, since they were discussing something that I walk a
close shadow with, in fact 40 years ago, I walked two close shadows
with what was shown just last evening, but that should remain there,
for now, Joan Lapplane. They did not mean to offend, but they did
place conspiracy theorists in a one ticket all or nothing group, and
I just felt compelled to write this short note and say that I can
only speak for myself, as an openly admitting CT Buff, but definitely
NOT on all things, my ticket is big time split. I laughed the loudest
of all of them when I would meet up with folks or would hear that
utter nonsense about the moon landings all being faked by NASA. I
have been on the moon, and I have seen the Apollo-11 landing sight,
and the flag, and it was struck by a small meteor shower in the area
but it is there and it all is real. I did not need their show to tell
me the moon landing was real and not some wild conspiracy, and I
cannot for the life of me understand how a soul can think it was
faked, yet I would still fight to the death on any battlefield of the
world right now for their right to believe it and express their
opinion publicly. But do I believe in cover stories, and do I believe
there is a real Exploratronic Supermind out there, that is
responsible for the pyramids and UFO sightings and any one of a
thousand other things within the so-far completely unexplained realm
of humanity; YOU BET YOUR ASS I
DO, Annie
Blowback Cutterlaw Dreamfileds Costner of Iowa.
They
want ideas for their show, but I know they will never listen to this
one. It
would expose my powerful reality
and existence, and the 'EW'
would never ever permit it, but try and bust my ESS beliefs if you
want, and if I ever hear from you guys, I will show you how to do a
few wild things that will cost you way less than what you spend on
average currently on the projects you so far have done, I promise.
Then you would get the mind blow of the millennium just how real HSE
is, and the ESS and hyperspace around us, all is. Probably, if you
ever took me up on this, you would be known as the show that turned
all of Oprah into toast, overnight, as this is bigger than 100
Einstein Relativity deals. But as I told Lenny McKinnon back in 1980,
I already know you never will contact me, so let me move this along
after merely closing out my thoughts about this with these last
words. I know there are about 80 percent out of the 80-20 fullness of
things, that the Conspiracy Theory buffs or the CT Buffs, are totally
whacked out with, it is beyond absurd, and I am first man off the
train carrying a big sign proclaiming that. But the 20% is not, and I
did take a little offense at being generalized and mocked as a crazy
CT Buff, but that's OK folks, I'm so used to it, it is like watching
the day go by, 7-365, year in, and year out. Still, I needed to make
my little comment, and I enjoy that show, it is a great show, and the
Head Morian recommends it to his viewers. The Science Channel has
many great shows such as this one, many many many, lovely
Ingrid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
health was hit just as my life in general was hit, the second I left
school. It honestly and fucking truly was as if some force not from
this realm, was ACTUALLY WAITING for the exact day that I left school
to go into the real outside world and try and make a living so that I
could if nothing else, SURVIVE, as without some money and ability to
create a sustainable wage income, barring a literal life saver such
as the Social Security Disability Program; I
WOULD HAVE BEEN ONE SCREWED FUCKING PERSON, AT WARP 67!!!!!!!!! Now
people, I am a fan of Yogi Berra as well as Abigail Skating
Coincidence-Despising Carmichael of the LAW
& ORDER TELEVISION SHOW!!!!!!!!!!
How amazing shit is, you know, the show talking about the show within
the show, for the half dozen on Earth who aren't totally fucking
clueless on what's getting said here; a BIG-ASS
MACY SUPER WOW
is most definitely needed here, as a large insert. So it will be,
AHA AHA MMCN.
As
I speak, the sun is getting lower in the western skies out my sixth
floor apartment window, off to my left; while I sit here typing this
blog at my work-station, YO!!! We get some real pretty nature views
in this part of Florida, anywhere basically within 50 miles of Palm
Bitch Beach in all directions, but I sure wish that my wonderful
LIGHTNING wouldn't let me down, but back to my health after leaving
Special-Ed school, on the final week of January, in 1973. The first
thing done to me, was attacking my throat. It always has been about
my THROAT, yet nobody, not one mother fucking doctor; would
alleviate a lifetime of fucking physical agony, by removing my
adenoids, or my cunt chewing ass tonsils, YO DOGS!!!!!! YOU
HAVE NO IDEA HOW PISSED FUCKING OFF I AM ABOUT THIS, AND THIS
HORRENDOUS ROTTEN
EVIL EMPIRE NATION.
They target people to make them as miserable as they can on all
fucking fronts of fucking life, and just as they sat back and
literally allowed my kid's distant cousin to die a horrific death
from cancer back on New Years Day, in the year of 2011; as much as
this helped me, and brought me some closure, and took away great
fears I had of her, but all that aside; she still was a human fucking
cunt lapping being; and you just don't fucking ass treat people that
shit eating way, or you shouldn't, here in this so-called great
nation, HA,
what a fucking total mockery laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cruelty
of these evil secret agencies, and their agents; can be measured in
nothing less than PETA-MISERIES-CUBED,
YO!
'BUT'
my health, and my throat, Shirley Glandsgrant; was all a part of some
shit that goes far beyond the known areas of this realm and world,
and far beyond the faintest stars of the fucking cock sucking night
sky. 'THAT'
my peeps, is total 100% super ass GOSPEL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bust that myth!
The
powers that did this to me cannot ever be properly talked about, as
they do not live as we do, and 'they borrow us' from other
transdimensional hyperspace, while they DREAM-CONTROL their
doppelgangers. We all have doubles in virtually unlimited amounts of
PARALLEL UNIVERSES,
AND ALL THESE UNIVERSES, AND OURS AS WELL; EXIST IN A 5TH
DIMENSION CALLED THE HYPERSPACE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
after they started my throat condition originally, late in the year
1972 and early into 1973, while this all happened, I was up on that
wonderful island, Woodie Guthrie, that great New York Island, sir,
and made my first contact, never even being aware of it. Then about 4
years later, I was working at a print shop, and it returned only 10
times worse. The inside of my throat looked like a war zone, filled
with giant white puss circles. No one would help me, not one fucking
doctor. Why would I lie? Why would Ann King lie as well about the
authorities in the medical world allowing her daughter to just die?
This is the biggest cover up in the fucking known universe, and the
Mythbusters can laugh at folks like me all they want to, but they
would never be able to bust my shit, and I fucking challenge them to
try, as if they ever could, I would throw these blogs into the
fucking deep blue sea and keep my mouth shut for the rest of my
miserable fucking rotten lousy ass pathetic life.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. Cut me a bwake, Margie fucking 1985 Leo!!!
A
lot more will be told soon. This is just the opening!!!
MORIANITY
PART 6, CHAPTER
34
5:46
ANTE' MERIDIAN, MONDAY MORNING, ON A SUNNY FLORIDIAN 21 OCTOBER OF
'2013' AND MISSES
MAROLA
FROM
1969,
SAID
THIS;
AS
'TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN';
AND THE PEOPLE UP IN THE AREA OF PHILADELPHIA STILL SAY IT THIS
WAY,ONLY ''NOBODY'' SAID IT THAT WAY IN 1969, WHEN REFERING TO THE
YEARS OF THE CENTURY TO FOLLOW, NOBODY, ONLY MAROLA, AND THE
CREATORS OF THE GREAT IBM-HAL (+1) CODE, HA GAGA KITTY; 2001-A SPACE
ODYSSEY.
As
my stuck up, other side of the tracks, rich cousins, might say;
''dahlings'', here is what is making itself to manifest on this day.
Well, my delivery will be Wednesday afternoon with the Good Will,
hopefully, and if it goes off even half smoothly with this fucking
runaway stock market and my ICPE-APE nightmare problem that I've had
with it since August of 1986, I'll be pleasantly shocked and amazed,
but no radios, DS in the name of everything holy and unholy, YO!
WEEEEE.
Well
folks, I have taken a slew of vitamins to keep me kicking around
during these times of ultra fucking major stress and death siege. I
wish you could or would, help me to get to the bottom of this
nightmare, Mizz Wonderful Bondi, hay Congressman Lobiondo sir, you're
a super guy, you have all my respect. At least a few of our
representatives are OK in my books. I am of course talking about his
return of salary money during the government shutdown period,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have my vote when I get back to New
Jersey, and tell CC I am coming back, like it or not, Florida has not
worked out for me, YO, do it Dawn and fucking Dad, do it,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Besides
printing the word for word story of my late mother, from late in
the year of 1976, that she wrote in 1977; there are basically ten
things give or take, that I really wish to discuss, many already
topics opened up on previous Morianity. But this blog will contain
none of that. Nor will it talk about exploratronics and related
topics. Also it will be short. If a Wordpress blog link has brought
you here, and you're wondering why this is not up there nor is the
chapter before this one, they will be eventually posted up to there,
when the time is right. Trust me, I know what I am doing. I have
clean hands, Judy, and David, at both of your requests. Still, I know
if I followed the junk a bit more that Bob Patterson Cheatley used to
call and classify, ''the modern culture'', I feel I would know what
that shit in early twenty-eleven with David and the washing of my
hands was all about, and I fully understand what Judge Judy refers
to, and it makes perfect sense. One of the reasons I think that she
is so cool is that she speaks her mind and tells her entire fan base
that all this modern social networking junk is for the birds,
literally. Chirp on that one folks. I mean we had the telegraph
sixteen full decades ago young folks out here, so why do you want to
get onto a phone and play da dee da da da dee dee da da dee dee dee
dee da dee da da da de da da dee dee da? It makes no sense to Judy,
and it makes no sense to this poor old broken down buttwipe either,
me. Hay maybe we're missing something, JJ, but wouldn't you give half
a foot of stature up to know the answer? I know I would. Oh well, in
the interests of pursuing the elusive item called 'truth', at least
we strive to locate it, and in our own ways, appear to almost worship
it, as we tend to see, IMHO, that without this seemingly small at
times commodity, all would topple quickly to the ground. If things
cannot be trusted, who would ride an elevator let alone an airplane?
What would any of us do if we had extra money for investment
purposes? If some modicum of reality cannot be fixed and constant,
why are we all here, not in a philosophical sense, I mean if this is
what our culture is seemingly devolving into, then why not just lay
down on the train tracks and let old Iron-Cars come roaring along to
free of us of this cosmic misery of perpetual unknowns and
uncertainties? How would you say it about now, Dad and Dawny?
SHEEEEEEIT!
Balance
is so important, and peeps never even seem to give it a thought for
the most part. Maybe they balance a checkbook or themselves on a
scale, and that just about sums up their personal relationship with
balance. Don't you believe it folks, not for one dam second there;
Star Trek Movie Admiral Spockkirkwhales.
We
all are jigging ever so madly on the head of a pin. If you could
perceive the reality of this, you'd freak out every bit as fast as if
you were eating your dinner and suddenly developed the eyesight of
Superman, seeing germs and bacteria crawling all over your food.
Things are very real that you are not aware of my peeps, and you just
go on denying both this fact, and all the rest of morianity, all you
wish to, sawn you, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James
Redfield opened powerful doors, that 99.9999% of all of you totally
have forgotten about, replacing his great wisdom with your material
desires of things and power and all manner of carnal garbage and
filth that will pass away and turn to pure stardust before any one of
you can say jack squat cubed about a hundred million times. Think
that's funny huh? Then run up a lot of stairs and laugh at that also,
Matches McGuire HDCEHCNJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The freaking
bullshit that I have seen and witnessed, just since I began this wild
search to find Sarah Krassle in the middle freaking nineties, leaves
me far beyond speechless, and what all sprang out of it, makes words
like inconceivable and unfathomable not even start to describe my
attempts to tell it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The great Mister
Redfield stands in a class of a very few enlightened folks of this
so-called new age. The media normally intentionally gets things about
as screwed up as they possibly do it, as if they were getting a bonus
check for how off base they can cleverly spin the realities all
around us. Hay they're great at reporting the basic news items, I
never said they were not, nor am I about to. I said they are real
good weavers and spinners, and you all don't know a tenth of the
tricks of the trade, and yes, the media themselves are A PART OF THE
EW, think about it, how can they NOT BE for crissake, YO? There are
tricks and secrets and all kinds of neat little shitty things that
they all do on an ever ongoing basis, and it goes right over the
heads of all of the so many uncountable sheeple everywhere, and this
does deserve one great big MACY-WOW, so fine, W---O---W!!!
Let
me end with this, as this is not going to be a long blog with photos
and other paste-ins. I was out taking care of some business
yesterday. I was in the same basic area and around the same potential
large crowd of random folks. Yet one day I am literally drowning in
females that are five feet ten inches in height for an average, with
some as tall as six feet three or so, and few my size or less, such
as a couple days back; but on this day, not one was really basically
any taller than me, and most were a few inches shorter. Do I believe
anything can happen and this can be just a silly bunch of nothingness
to be totally ignored as cosmically important. Well if you are truly
asking me this question, then here is my answer. No, I do not believe
that for a second. Whatever is causing these things, if gone
endlessly ignored, never explored and eventually figured out; you may
say, big deal, what's the beef? Well, here's the beef. There are no
aliens in flying saucers that plan to take this world over. This
world was taken over before it even got started, and not by little or
big grays or greens or whatever, but by all the things that Morianity
has been screaming and hollering about for nearly eight solid years
now. Don't believe me, huh? Fine, but either you'll see someday, or
your descendants will, and that I can promise you all with a full
open heart. I have no plans for glory or motives of power. I am not
here to seek material gain. I have told you all a true story for 8
years, and given names of those one way or the other, connected into
al of this, whether they may know it or not, consciously. Now, as
the young folks put it so well, I suppose;
''SAWN-U-BRO''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have
a very happy and great day, lads, lassies, Labbers, and Lab-Dogs,
(L-4). BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN, YOU
HAVE READ
MORIANITY PART 6, CHAPTER
37. PLEASE
HAVE
A VERY
NICE
DAY,
YO!!!
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