JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,708

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SATURDAY MORNING AT 12:01,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

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ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE, and what a shame that I don't have anybody on my side of the fight, that's worth a mother fucking toot hoot don't Indian-cry pollute!!!!!!! Jesus Christ Almighty Goddess and family.

I WANT MY PROPS, LOVELY GIANT GINA OF '97.

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I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, KEEP LAUGHING!

BUT WHAT I WANT, BIG BEAUTIFUL GIRL, AND REALITY; ARE NORMALLY SPACED APART, IN MEGA LIGHT YEARS, SWEETIE-PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

AT LEAST IT IS COOL, with or without the WORMHOLE in COOLEY HALL, or LL and other music giants and Christmas Tree Angels of magic. As the military dude in ''HAIR'', said it so well; ''GOD ALMIGHTY, AND LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS FUCKING HACKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, my blog is on life support, and well under the 2000 monthly page-hit level. I have tried it all, nothing seems to help me generate any interest in my powerful globe altering potential truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tape #25,706 was posted up as a re-print from 2006.

THIS IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,708, in equivalent.

Now I was going to tell you the story of last year's QUEER-EEE-CROW television commercial, and how it connected the major hell persecution that began around me in august of 1986, just as in this time 27 years later almost to the day, but the computer CRASH HACK ATTACK OF STACEY JACK LATTISAW, screwed shit fucking up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what I started to write on that blog, and now, I will go in and tell what they MIND HACKED AND MACHINE HACKED me out of telling before, HA-HA-HA!!!

One of these so-called silly spider tales from the inky dinky addey-A tune; is a commercial on television for a great tasting and wonderful and nutritious cereal that I eat all the time and have enjoyed all throughout my life, ''Cheerios''. Still, I did not like that stupid rotten bland female singer who used to always sing that line at the end of the ad spots, that went, ''The one and only Cheerios''. Well this was all getting on my nerves last summer, and reached a crescendo of a sort with me around the end of August, where I would always turn the advertisement off and just flick the remote control to a different channel each time the stupid add with the lousy bland singer would come on. Two things seem to be paralled into all of this however, whether I like it or not, as nobody ever gives me any choices about my hell in this fucking ass cosmos, folks. Two things began to occur immediately following my continuing to flick the ad off each time, and say out loud to the television, just to annoy the ghost of Theresa Pennock from the middle seventies; ''Stick that QUEER-EEE-CROW shit out your ass''. Now for reasons that are part of fucking cunt lapping cosmos, the great Microsucks word open office 3.1, keeps crashing whenever I try and take the word ''QUEER-EEE-CROW'', and when not capitalized, and the red spell checker wavy lines appear under the three small 'e' letters, and I click to add it to the fucking cunt lapping ass dictionary, boom, it crashes the fucking stupid ass cunt eating program, for the goddess only fucking knows why, YO YO!!!

NOW THIS HACK STOPPED ME FROM TELLING THE STORY, UNTIL NOW, A DAY LATER, SO HERE GOES, FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, as soon as I began saying this, all the crows that always used to follow me on all of my errands, totally vanished. It is right out of the Twilight Zone old black and white television shows. They used to be already at my bank on days I would go there steadily each month, as well as in other various locations, and then poof, all gone. They also hung around my apartment building, now, it is as if every crow was shot by the Farmers Crop Protection Club. But the real huge deal here is that both dates were in August, and involved me hating a television vocalist and an advertisement that was repeatedly on and annoying the fucking shit out of me. My cunt eating pernt Mister Archibald Queens Bunker is really quite simple here, and Professor Kaku knows what I am speaking of here, the second that he reads into the following sentence and paragraph. I promise the world that, right here, and right now; oh lovely Corecedin LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MARK, DO NOT TRY TO CORRECT THE CHEERIOS SHIT.

Upline old woman in a bed, jacked into one hell of a great virtual reality game, named Sara J. Karge. You go girl. You know how this shit all works, Professor, old pal. If this was not some ''simulationogram'', then why can't I write the word queer-eee-crow, and make the correction spellchecker lines go away by clicking on those three middle 'eee' letters, without crashing this ''open-office 3.1 program, but more importantly, why every time that I despise a vocalist on a television advertisement in the eighth mother fucking month of a year; does it alter my interaction with the cosmos, changing my entire life into MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR CITY, as a direct result? What fucking possible explanation for this seemingly unconnected in any way, total nonsense, could there be. I just now tried again to correct this, and sure enough, it made the program crash for a third time, and is why I left a message FOR MYSELF, in the future, not to ever try and correct this again, but why is this, and for that matter, why whenever it is around middle or late August, and I hate a singer on a TV ad spot and turn it off and curse it out, does it cause a horrible total alteration in my life, just as with that horrible mother fucking putrid rotten singer that the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey Club hired in 1986, or the WGBS CHANNEL 57-UHF-TV peeps did,one or the other, and I had the same thing happen to me when I hated that rotten singer, cursed at him, and turned off the ad spot each time. Things like this, Professor Kaku lead me to a powerful and IMHO fascinating conclusion that you may agree or not agree with, and hope to hear your spin of such things, in coming years, on shows you do on the great SCIENCE CHANNEL, my pal!!!!!!!!!!! CHEERIOS or the manufacturer of this cereal, must be one of the gateways or portals or space-time-mind windows that operate in some way, part of this fantastic upline reproduction of a world where this Sara girl as an old woman, created her entire past as a young girl in, and thus bang, out entire side of the big bang black hole became our white matter space of her black matter space worm hole. If Cheerios is not a gateway, then why this hack for no apparent reason at all. Of course I could try another word as for example, 'manipulate'. Let us try this. Man-iii-pulate. Now first, Professor sir, only the pulate part has come out with the correction red wavy lines, so let me try another word. First, correcting this did not crash the open-office 3.1 Microsoft program, and I would have bet a million bucks it would not have. Pay up cosmos, you know I speak the dam truth. Now let me try another gateway experiment, from my book in 1994, called, ''The Permission Barrier''. I created the word EXIM-RATIO in this book, and from there, the idea later soon came to the world to create the Serious and the XM RADIO. Let me do my own word that they stole, with three small 'e' letters in-between, and do it all in small letter casing. The 'xm-eee-ratio' is now being experimented with. This time, the xm and the eee are both showing red correction lines, let me see if this crashes the program. Well, it crashed, professor Kaku sir. So there goes my Cheerios Theory. See, I am honest. If I am not correct in a theory, I accept that, and I move on. MARK WAYNE MOHR, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SPELL CHECK CORRECT THE RED LINES, IT MAKES THIS STUPID MICROSUCKS PROGRAM CRASH. This is a message I am just sending to my future self who may be reading this, and that other me may have forgotten the details about this night and this blogging.

Now there can always be the quantum alternative, that each thing I doin trying to troubleshoot the problem with this, merely alters the crap around me so that if I had not done this, the other things would never have crashed. I used to think I was fucking really losing my mind when playing roulette at the Jersey casinos many times, as very similar things in the quantum world would make its presence known to me on many occasions.

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I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those were the days, huh ''JOE''????????????????????????

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SCREW YOU JANE WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN.

BACK WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.

Good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon; don't shoot this poor old red light stopping piano player, just because I am nowhere near as good as that terrific Criminal Minds Cop, sheeeeeit can that mother fucker play, if it is real and not a Millie Vinnilli Amelia Bedellia double bubble rip off non steak techno-pop rip off!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

FUCK YOU JANE FONDA YOU EVIL WITCH, YOU DID IT TO ME AGAIN WITH PAGE ELEVEN AND IT IS FIVE PAST ONE, SO I BETTER PUT SOME QUICK FUCKING FILLER LINES HERE AS I ONLY HAVE ONE SCREEN BLOCKER, AN DTHE TIME WILL GET ME ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE SCREEN, 16 TONS, AND ANOTHER DAY OLDER OR NAUT MISS BLAKE, AND MORE TV AD SPOTS, AND ONLY ONE SCREEN BLOCKER WITH TWO SIDES OF WITCH BITCH HO ROTTEN JANE!!!!!!! YOU WRECKED MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE YOU BITCH, BACK IN 1993, YOU RIP OFF MONSTER TEASER SLAPPER PRESSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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JUST FISHIN' AND SWIMMIN', AND LOOKIN' AT WOMEN; WHAT A LIFE? BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF MICROSUCKS CONTINUAL LIGHT-BULB HACKS, AS WELL AS A MILLION AND A DAM QUARTER OTHER MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DAILY ASS ANNOYANCES. WHAAAAA!!

OK THERE, MISTER JOHN HOSEDREAMS KING; MORIANITY may have been a complete fucking failure, and my houseboat two decades ago was as well; and for that matter, about nine thousand other things that I tried; but guess fucking what, ladies and gentlemen? At least I can go to my cunt sniffing grave knowing that I really tried hard to do those 9,002 things. What did any of you try to do? These bastard scum bag cunt sucking 'ODF' hacker dirt bags are a royal pain in my ass???

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SO WHERE DID IT ALL TRULY BEGIN, MIZZ SABRINA COLLINS?

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:

Friday, September 22, 2006

Morianity Bible -----------------IS THE PAST REAL, IS THE FUTURE REAL?

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Thursday, January 19, 2006
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Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
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There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world
interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3
people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make
good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they
all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you
might think the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I
do not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of
people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp theories,
or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION.
I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it
to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be braced....................

I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my life and live journals,
as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not
follow the script of prior writings; as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several
people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are
well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of inability to comprehend.
People, animals, weather, and all potential situations of interaction in this
gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace, are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though
we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will
win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers
to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled
out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply
put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO
ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have
been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are
similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today
to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird
spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit my car while I was
merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986,
whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but
certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for
20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and
crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered
reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation
for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you
would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory
to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a commingling
of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several people
that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine
it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing
the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic
crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and
fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me
get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live,
friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations,
and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches
asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed,
or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially,
financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS, FAILS, F-A-I-L-S. These are the persons
responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have
no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYER BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network for carrying this message through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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Chapter 01 Daring To Know
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Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I
lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call 'Him', more
than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all
that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to
resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people
with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam's APPLE being stuck
in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used
by all the gods as sort of a 'punishment collar', just as suggested by the
great and late Mr. Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess
Diana Arteemis, daughter of Zeus Ressikahn Zuudlow, and cousin of the great
Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me
since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2
lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on
this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on
dream or astral realms, and even beyond into non fathomability by homosapiens
of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these power-
ful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty
they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that
no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them,
on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and
destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been naturally
occurring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is
made from jet trails that some conspiracy theorists call CHEMTRAILS. These
deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980's, when they
were legitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircraft's flying from city
to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone.
Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey
vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will
observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an
entire gray and ugly mess, hence, changing the entire weather pattern over
an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds thicken and
turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous
weather conditions, develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would exist anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel
meteorologists, can be unaware, and totally oblivious to this. Not that it
would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will
rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to
assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down
the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkers. Anyone u
enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans
for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them
such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and
on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H--E--L--L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of 'iteses and enicks', etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out, should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren,
I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that come after u and make u miserable when you are a threat to them through what I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his
fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO
AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES... Preachers great and small, with seminary degree,
believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super
HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the
quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish
way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any
way part of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional
plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually
high frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is
thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying
lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can
do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is
because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There
is one of these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one
is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot,
and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt
'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather
conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this,
no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe
that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious
to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this
crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any
interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches
their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the
trekkers. Anyone U enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods
and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch
all those around them such as friends, spouses, family members, neighbors,
co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They invented the science of psychiatry and psychology, to enable them to list
you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room
in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three
cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan.
Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe?
When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same 'ENEMY
CHANNEL'. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individual persons that
come after U and make U miserable when you are a threat to them through what
I've termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on 'my action news'. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not
taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen
name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN'S DEVICES....Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum
foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You
see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part
of anything ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane
of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high
frequency of P and S cloud inter-orbital atomic signature. The device is thus
able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles
that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some
sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend,
everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home
devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental
channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump
of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do.
The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because
I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of
these stationary gadgets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in
Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and
the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a
building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications
Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Bolivar
Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very
high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of
our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propagate themselves in
similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical
device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in
a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go
on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying
4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my
readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was
sending him a message that he better do a good job and clean up her great
city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess
Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacuum of space, and into the
dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people
who hurt 'THAT BOY', as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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Chapter 02 Putting A Nightmare Together
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I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slime-bags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological. One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.

You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becoming a brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick the day I needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told school-board authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot hurl-juice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could
possibly imagine occurred so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.

What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades, I've gone through total bat-biting HELL with this total crap. They have created a game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. As totally off the wall and ludicrous as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death, to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going forever. They seem to have this all confused with a copper-top battery, and as I speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL. The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever, like religious stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation, or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with that, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED.......I should have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly
selected the eats, after-all, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
kill-time so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex. It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the Romans the gladiators, and the fights to the death; and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all our bits and bytes and matrix's and any such
foolishness of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshole of the day
club's president and chief executive officer'. Just look around after any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and watch, but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful; a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sick-ass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible
harassment, join other conspiracy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other
cyber-sufferers.

Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children
will meet up with their day of reckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a Freemason named Jonathon Schau. Everything in the book by Dan Brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from David straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW, grandson of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual event that occurred, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsense in Ammityville, Long Island, New York.

I'll tell much more in chapter 4 my brethren and sistren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt to further elucidate upon at this time.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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Chapter 03 Ending Of The Old Testament
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I am under constant continuous covert harassment by forces and entities that
the christian scriptures refer to as 'the council'. Calling someone a fool,
according to Messiah Jesus, puts us in danger of this council. Their more new
age and more complete name is the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', and they do more than sit on judgment thrones. They have an incredible ability and that is totally
misunderstood by science, philosophy, ufology, and all other fact/fiction groups
and mindsets. They can throw interactions at us, as though we are sitting in a
movie theater of life, while they transmit to our mind and senses, exactly what
they wish to do, in order for them to run all the worlds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th
dimensional existences to their personal choosing, and their is no stopping or
beating them. They can make you totally fail at everything, no matter how
meticulously you plan and execute your movements.

For 20 years they have persecuted me and made my life a living hell. Each 20
year period back before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can predict my
extremely bleak future. For weeks they have been flying loud choppers over me where I go or live or work. They have destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my automobile. If I told u that all the top secret Bluebook answers are nothing like you think they are, u would not believe me, as who the heck am I? Their power source comes from several things that mortal finite mind can grasp to some point, such as quantum stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the real power lies in their power of Ettos, abbreviated from ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. The mind is not u, but to make it understandable to u, you as 'isness of being' or soul existence, simply exist. Time and space is pure illusion. Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our true beingness. As some get on to the truth, power structures become endangered. Separation of church and state are of course important, even vital, but reality is that one cannot exist without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to speak.
If organized religion closed its door tomorrow, state would be out in the cold
as well. U simply cannot have a meaningful one without another, simple law of
contrast. What is up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth of
what is really going on for example the 'ufo situation', would wipe out the
organized worldly religions, and with that done, state control over the population is out the door as well.

Whether saucers or aliens exist inside this 100 billion light year sphere is as
meaningless as one particular day in grammar school is to Colin Powell during
the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The fear of the controllers EARTHREALMERS
[government], as well as OTHEREALMERS the [MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both the 'CONTROLLERS' married in separate beds so to speak, is that as general population gets more and more onto reality and what it really is all about, control over the many by the powerful few, goes poof. THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the world, and in all the worlds of possible hyperspace interaction; or the opposite polarity, to zero dimensional existence at infinity.

I have much more to tell u all in CHP. 5, but I am pressed for time. Just know
that while you live physically, all that is happening is that you are for lack
of better words, being thrown a reality or interactive time fraction. U are
permitted a menu of free will so to speak, but it is meaningless, as we are all
in a sort of a frozen hell, with no beginning and no end, as time just aint real
my friend.

Should Mr. Bush & his pop get up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry the so
called truth of what the ufo thing is all about, they would simply be telling
you what I am, simply put a bit more elegantly and eloquently. But let me try to
tell the world the truth, forget it, as I am poor little Mister Nobody.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
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Chapter 04 Moving In The 5th Dimension
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Here we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely invisible things
that exist similarly to dots on a disc ROM waiting for the laser beam to bring
their conscious awareness to void infinity, into endless possible individual
interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible from
now on as 'HS', is the fifth dimensional reality of the endless upline and
downline reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end and
with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is
occurring in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the left
and right long enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The world
stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it long before anybody, in the
70's as a matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer, program,
intelligent single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a bit
bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you
will never believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and
while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind, thought,
brain, memory biological, mechanical, the cyberspace, and all else u could ever
imagine, I live in endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now
refers to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow, u could
walk, then later still, Jesus-Holy-Moses, u could run. Before u could do any of
these things, u could not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport yourself
beyond death, and more, the answer is a resounding YES, but it is naturally a
conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could move in the 4th
dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I could
move in the 5th, again I did so, sort of a new "going from crawl to walk to run"
situation.

Believe me or not, this is always up to u. Once I began living fifth
dimensionally, the limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from an
entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject
only to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th dimensional
LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words imply, they tell the tronics, the
ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as gravitation, time, space-time brain's inter-phase in individual dream sequences or 'lifetimes' which all exist as one simultaneous cosmic 5-D reality, and on addinfinitem.

One life seems real to us, and all others seem to come from falling asleep,
hallucinogenic medications, over-boozing, and physical body damage and total
eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that will endlessly LIE to all
unenlightened beings and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then
go on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and later
as the child, to run: No one with color TV is willing to return to watching B&W,
nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are willing to even entertain the notion of giving
this up for the return of ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radio, with the
one half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I look at all
of u that insist on living your 3-D lives, as the EPITOME OF
DINOSAURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three dimensional reality that passes through me as the air does as I walk down the block. Time, age, gravity, to me, all nothing but 3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H-E-L-L FOR ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion practiced on this ball of puke, and their dangerous and vicious mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u, is beyond unconscionable and horrific. It is more revolting than a trillion monkeys and pigs, hurling right down our throats, every second of our lives. We all are constantly being cheated out of a tiny bit of 'heaven' so to speak, that would at least distract us from the awesome awful and unfathomable hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH OBLIVION. Once you're 'here', you have always been here and will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To
distract out of this nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our lower
probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games, CHALLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATERIAL, SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO, OR SPACE TIME SELF TYPE OF THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HUGEST GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW, and it is called PARALLEL EVENT; the greatest kept secret in all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two Philadelphia sports teams, and the Dow Jones stock market system. When Phillies win, Flyers lose and market is down. Concentrically, when Phillies lose, Flyers win and market is up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go
together. Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is running
good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market down , Flyers lose, and
Phillies win. when my life is running bad, a very constant shituation, no the
word was not misspelled, the Phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS ARE FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the market and Flyers hot and the poor Phillies forever crushed, they constantly make my freaking life a total total total infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E LL !!!!!!!!!!!! I have been dealing with these scummy scuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming for martin sheen's hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the world what these vicious scum are doing to me, even though it really is not them, but scummy gods operating their vicious ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are not also many sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER,MR. MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, AND ACNJ 'MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. In closing today, permit me to tell u that I am under a death siege by the CIA,NRO, FBI, NSA, OSS, which is not existing under same name but is the old presidents secret service, all these people have no case against me. My father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WW2. I have never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police record, nor nor in juvenile years, and there is no reason
for my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation it advertises
to be in this world, I would have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades
to get help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil servants,
congressman's assistants, and numerous local and state authorities. Once they
cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to
send a bill, which I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was
taken against my will, for merely going to a police station and reporting to
them that 1 of their officers was always following and stalking me, Rocco, a
good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at least most of this month, I have had major
military siege, low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my
residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all those
around me just vehemently believe that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase.
Again, from prior writings in the MORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea ya bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN' E V E R!!!!!
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006 Chapter 5

They Cannot Be Shamed, Can Any Of U?
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Good afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional inter-
action we all share, either as us the probes of the lower life parts of us,
or as the gods of the higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia
Phillies baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey
team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and you
are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100%
FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level.
They will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES, the Phillies that is, in
their annual home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although nobody
anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell them. I have no cosmic gun
to your head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By screwing
with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un-
related events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more than
combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don't see
how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep in mind that the gods
love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES, and other things like power struggles,
challenges, reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to
the gladiators, and its present close counterpart---FOOTBALL, and professional
sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE WE 'LIVE' PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH. DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY, TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional-existence, is reality, and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet awareness to this, or the dimension of existence or THE 6TH DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity, there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or laying down, you are not floating. However there is always awareness to this infinity,
sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the 6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists.
We as the gods are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have
the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away from it
into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will
remain forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call Maya or Mya,
translated "COSMIC ILLUSION". The gods part of our infinite-ness or beingness,
never can shut off fully so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against
me is their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I will be
evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure
not only Phils home opener was ruined, but bobby fart-barf Clark gets his
Stanley Cup win in a few weeks with his dirt-bag cheating Flyers hockey team.
No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy wrecking my pathetic
life endlessly. But somewhere out there, be it a priest or someone else that
has in some way been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my
torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do not,
you're own belief systems will kick in, and you will most certainly die someday,
and ENDLESSLY R O T - I N - H E L L........ THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, April 10,
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Chapter 6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Chemtrail Death
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OBVIOUSLY I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been totally turned to gray, by these miserable filthy scum-holes, well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim right now fellows, your moms really sweated up the sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no one else whom is not the target of the harassment, ever notices it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatantly refers to as "for those whom have eyes and see not, and ears but heareth not". The scriptures come totally to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs, ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the "spiritual" or otherworldly realities, instead I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and True. Why don't any of u out there ever realize that these ufo pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia,
many new diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on and
on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U S CHEMTRAILS, wake up people !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKKIN' THINKS NOT? I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant 'EXISTANCE SPHERES' that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future, us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our TV and hear our radio, and this is of course long after they know or remember what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then. Complex hyper-spacial interference on the mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own selves here in the past with all this weird saucer/alien/etc. crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the sixth dimension of MIND.
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Thursday, April 27,
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2006 Chapter 7 Forbidden Information
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And a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am still here
and surviving all of your vicious attacks, OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is
Michael Mountainpen, which it is not, I assure you, the initials are like
the candy, yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH
AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting at 2 P.M. Yesterday, Wednesday, 04/26/06, I was furiously and viciously assaulted, without provocation, as with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes, no not a spider, but a super loud piece a shit Harley Motor sickle, who gunned
passed me with intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would
call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer, to
sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob's insurance company is forced
by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where
near to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up,
and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they
broke the air conditioning system in it on 3 separate occasions, finally forcing
me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they could
easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milk-trash, by doing what they do
to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON'T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITHTHEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take the painful hellish nightmarish torment that there is never never never never any end to existence, how can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as the gods in infinity, naturally must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountain, or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and then from astral realities, we all get together and form societies, concepts, ideas, and imaginings of all various sorts. Some of the dream-downs from there to here in physicality are made as is so to speak, while other astral entities known by forces of the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL', as 'phase-4' beings. These dudes and duddesses get here in physicality through the imaginings of people like mystery writers, story and folk lore tellers, TV sci-fi creators,
fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every fantasy u will ever have
in a human life, is them coming alive through u, and u must become aware of
these great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of
which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren and
sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example. It is two thousand
eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is blowing
softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the
shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and
staring out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panoramic
view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps rich grandson. But who is looking at the weather, or the sunset, after 4 super beauty queens, come by strutting it at full blast, with triple-D cup bikinis, showing just about the whole wax-ball? But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in the guys,
as they are a 3- way lezz team. No cold shower, or early evening ocean swim is
gonna take the knots outa these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual
reality, and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go
to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3 babes, and
already digitally recreated them, only they have but one thing on their minds,
exactly what u told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3 days
later, as in our part of the century back here, machines break, the crap's
being serviced, Big Jojo Maheeken forgets that however when he gets a bit
bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or one
anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both his arms half off,
and rip off mister Johnson in the final con-game of his poor bastard life. I
may overdo it a bit in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so
sue me, I ain't got squat and a half !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmitted.
It simply cannot be received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain,
the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other than
knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info
are getting it encrypted, and cannot break code unless the gods will and allow
it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here in
physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions called
'HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC'? A great old TV show from the start of the 1970's, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious mind could not deal with vulgar things that these two teenagers saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two separate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by unconscious mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you turn off this created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to surface,
and the even more real truth of the void infinity lies, no not above that, for
that is all there is, and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since
existence in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that is
it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana that the enlightened
tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE', and
sorry to be hell's worst messenger, but somebody's gotta tell it true little
Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life continuers will be harped
on lots more in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I'll graze peach fuzz off
the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just
peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over us
in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires, successful
entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP
CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THESAME ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE TRAVELERS. You do not have to wait to die if you get totally on to all that is going on and learn to live within new and extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the gods chose only one mortal, ME-------------------------that's ME, all other HS travel is going on around us totally in the unconscious collective, or referred to a bit ignorantly in the1960's as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand,
the term is fantastic, but many 69's kids were throwing phrases like cosmic
mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93 world
series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am still pissed to hell, but
using knowledge 99% or less of its total accuracy is like kids in a sandbox
playing with nuclear powered devices and atom smashers, no,no,no,no, and please,
another unequivocal NO. More will be hashed around about the 7 dimensions
from systems makers, down to daughter multiverses, thickening life energies,
why it causes that deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be
contacting search engines and paying to create and advertise my website that
will be called www.morianity bible dot com, but it has not yet fallen into your
conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin', and I'll keep a tellin it like it is.
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Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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Chapter 8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSCUM,
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Again it is the 2nd day of May; a time each year when my dirt-bag fiends and
foes, love to turn up the torment and torture, of a totally innocent victim,
namely ME. It started at a Citgo gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last
Thursday. I am under a major military attack, by these filth-balls, CHOPPERS
LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH CHEMTRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. THEY PUT
LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY LIFE A F------ LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my revenge or said better, my justice, I say things on the blog that I know they want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I have named the TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch of lowlife does things that have already been discussed on educational TV as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back around the turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He went driving down streets of the city with the windows to his 'the,' 92K Porsche ego-junk-car, swearing at all the people he would run into at lights and stop signs. He had it all, and was bored to deification, and basically angry at the
world without provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the person
with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill into his boring rich
dirt-bag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basically what you do,
only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than
the fact that they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot
ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have
our ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends, enemies,
U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a music group in London,
England, called the 'POLICE', and the song a quarter century back- yesterday
to me, with those famous lyrics,"EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE, EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE'LL BE WATCHING U." This is real funny to these miserable hurl-buckets. Then they find people like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or so of them together to HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid eighties of last century, this is what has been going on against me, and there's no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2 years
back, one of their more often used antics, at least on me; was used for the
plot on the show, and a special commentary was given in addition, that this
is real and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM
REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use
is computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and family
with invisible torment. They start to realize that being in your company
causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I
tried to do this blog today, the library staff had to shut down and reboot
the entire computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage
all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted person
to believe they are going nuts, after-all, this is what the society around us
will tell us when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get the
never ending harassment stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B-L-A-C-K-B-R-O-T-H-E-R-H-O-O-D, to whom previously I referred to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that
all things occurring here on earth in this life of so called physicality, is
totally at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the conscious
minds of all of us, but as the 60's kids said it so well, the UNCONSCIOUS
COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!! Another huge secrets is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS
THAT ONLY SHE OR 'IT' UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These numbers tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any mystery and answer any unknown. Of course u must know how to use these #'s. Another huge secret they do not want u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub-atomic particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent, and
when her random code is broken through 23rd century zero-dimensional technology, [Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am not being cute, take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those million words, and with a series of electronic gadgets that only I know how to assemble together and properly use, the word impossible disappears from the list, leaving 999,999 words in the group, and this random word is the one hit out on the system every time u tie a random programmer into the system, and put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don't u wish u could pick lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do, and won't deny it for a nano-minute. New Jersey casinos are all controlled by the C-I-A, through a very secret dummy company domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look at the initials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND I COULD GO ON. WANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? HERE
ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK OUT BIG TIME: www.firedoglake.com/ , AND www.gadfly01.blogspot.com/ , go here and learn more wild things. Meanwhile, if I make it through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for life- changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your money, but I do want the rest of the multiverse to share hell with me, why should I have to go it alone? Bye for now, p.s. calm down Sarah-Stacey, I know your mood by what your waters do off your great city in the human-world, I am always watching u, even in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and your girlfriend drive over those RR tracks, "I don't think I can go for any of that". Remember I can move into dual awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in the back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that luscious blond, shame on u; u love your adorable wife so much, or so u told us all before
the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE BIG BLACK BIRDS. THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
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Chapter 9 Donna's Deal With KRASSLE
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Time limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is going
big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE HELL since
April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas station. Attacks
appear in the illusion, to come & go. In reality, this is not the case.
We all move or SHIFT from one reality into another, with almost every
chemical change that takes place in the brain that produces the physical
space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefulness to
dream state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of mind
or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is for lack of
better words, moving reality center-lines or MRC's. (Whatever mu mind did
at th). This last sentence will be repaired at a later time, this text was filled with hacker attacks in 2006.

WHO ARE THE ENEMIES, DISCUSSED IN THE EPILOGUE OF THE MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3

Friday, August 25, 2006

Morianity Bible The Epilogue

Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’.

My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy, and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ].

A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be unconscionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B this totally cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!!

This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wild-card. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reneged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knock puckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool.

Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book written about it, and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and inter-dimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and very low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, Morians and Lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came out. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact the bright one that we all C on clear nights, that if U stare at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour, traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms, and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and fervor, and total certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed unconscionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human destruction, against me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelis, Cally area of the USA, that get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get harder to get as flash-mobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all time canceled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s ya, Telly????

They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, anti-government, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybody's damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is just way more regulated, way less free, and much closer to when Mister Lewis and Mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9 Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world.

Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using words like orgy. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human pharisees a bunch of hypocrites, jeeesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to www.blogger.com/ and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere, instead of trump-ism, Reaganism, and Lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math for the sake of the gods. My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back door calling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Tallosions, happy 40th anniversary Trekkers, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the Swiffer Mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forewarned of right now.

By By for now, big KAL.

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