IT
IS 12:37 IN THE AM (ANTE' MERIDIAN)
FEBRUARY
20, 2014, THURSDAY MORNING
64
DEGREES IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
JOURNAL
TAPE NUMBER 25,715-B
JOURNAL
TAPE 25,715 WAS ALSO 25,715-A
I
fell under a pretty bad air assault on Wednesday, and could see early
on by looking at the Jupiter Inlet Cam, and the skies, that things
were in this particular type of simulationogram from the ASTRAL
PLANE'S LAMBRIGG CULT. The physical counterpart of this in
individual bodies and this army of pure unadulterated sick twisted
evil,is called by this blogger, the MILITUFORCE. All things without
any exception, have a physical/astral twinallity.
I
do not believe that everywhere I go and everybody I encounter, lies
to me, and thinks I lie to them. What I do believe is happening is
the only other possible realm in the sciences, quantum parallel
universes existing in a vast unfathomable fifth dimension. I notice
also the endless ''HAIR''
connection in things, as what did Marilyn McCoo and her group call
themselves, and back in a day and time when even the fourth dimension
was never discussed on television, as it is in today's present world,
yes; the great FIFTH DIMENSIONS. What is in the attic of the RPL
Recording Studio, but one of the three windows of the great
MCGUIRE-KARGE WORMHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
DID THE RECORD ALBUM FROM 1968 OF DONNA SUMMER'S UNKNOWN WORK CALLED
''HAIR'' ALL END UP, but right up in that weird time warp, right
Printer Mike Walter, and old night boss if still ''alive here'',
Donald Cialoni????????
Yes
the lady told me today that her back is fine and did not know why
anyone would have told me otherwise, you know, the inspection and
cleaning deal that I discussed on a near recent blog. If this was the
exception instead of the norm for me, fine and so be it, but it is
not. It is the just about all the time routine for me, 24-7-365.2422.
The point 244 was a typo-error, the last time I printed this, or a
mind hack or machine hack, and all and both of these sources are from
mind and exist first, in the MIND REALM, well, not really first, as
that has a time implication and on a plane two higher than the fourth
dimension, Miss McCoo Hair mahm, there is no time. It was nearly mid
eightish all day with high nineties humidity, and felt a fucking
hundred to me while out yesterday. What a monstrous hellish pain in
my rear end. The north is so nice and cool, and I am down here dying,
Linked in Paul, linked into what. Forgot how to use a phone, old
buddy??????????????????? Well, maybe you lost my number as I lost
yours, I think we both are listed, I know I am.
I
went to my doctor and the grocery store known here as Publix, and
also to the Good will store for a few VHS movie tapes. The second I
left my building and began to walk towards my parked vehicle, a nasty
fat CHEMTRAIL was right there to greet me, and th eastern sky was
filled with them. All day outside were slews of noisy airplanes, not
big ones, all strange spurious smaller ones and one of them, I
believe to definitely be, most assuredly
Milituforce/military/whatever, Bob, from 1975, Oak Street, Haddon
Heights, New Jersey. That's a year, not a street address. Say ji to
gorgeous Angel if you see her, hell, for all I know, congressman, you
married her. Nobody ever tells me a dam thing, like I am the Bubonic
freaking Plague or something, or maybe I am just a mother fucking
MICROSUCKS LIGHT-BULB HACK FROM MONSTER ASS FIRE-NICK HELL!
Social
Security sent me something that proves to me I that am in a different
parallel universe
from where I was a while back. According to them there is a two year
update form to be filled out on disabled people, they call it the
11111 form, and believe me people, I would remember a Jane whore
Fonda form number like this, in or out of SNOWED-IN-NSA-ATLANTA
GEORGIA!!!!!!!!!! I filled this out a while ago and will be mailing
it into their headquarters in Pennsylvania sometime later on this
week. Yes, the skies were alive with the sights of poached eggs, you
can hear the music if you listen, Julie, I always wondered if you and
the Congressman are within a few cousins and in laws from each other,
still Andrews is a fairly common name as Jones or almost. All of
humanity is related, I am only interested in up to about 6 cousins
and 6 in laws. This group of approximately three thousand people on
average, is labeled by me for Morianity purposes, as an SOU or
SIX-OUT-UNIT family block. Take six of these and intermingle them and
you have the entire human race of seven and a half billion or
whatever it is in about there somewhere.
Nobody
has a fucking clue what is going on around me and around the entire
world. I told you all last year in 2013, that if you take that year
and bust it up into thirds, early, middle, and late, you would see
some shit, and unless you all are blinder than darkness, you know I
told it true to everyone from Tammie's little doctor, to the sights
of poached eggs and 1988 copyrighted material in my frikkin' name.
Thanks for hurting me AGAIN, JOE, would you be happy if you did not
have me to pick on since 1998 rolled in, you're as messed up and
twisted as my damn ass daughter. I have tried incessantly to be
friends with you, and all I get back is grief and dog shit, and
screens, and dopey ass nonsense. James Bond world huh, well COUNT ME
FREGGIN' OUT OF IT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
OF GAGA'S ANSWERS MAKE 100% TOTAL SENSE, AND WHY NOT, THIS IS A
MAGICAL FUCKING CAT FROM THE ASTRAL PLANE. THE CAT KNOWS, AND NOT
JUST KNOWS MY SHIT, HE KNOWS ALL OF YOUR SHIT TOO, MY WONDERFUL
FOLKS. GAGA is short for an Astral-Plane cat, and professor at a
great school of mystery in the Province Olympia, called Teck Bay
Mystery School of Olympia Province or TBMSOP, I slang shorten this
secretly, to Tibemsop. None of the students or faculty like my
nickname, they must take lessons from my older daughter, MY, she
hates hers. Well, I hate having my auto-reverse messed with, tapes
stealthfully removed, and pf all things, my property damaged, but hay
world, what can I do about anything? My mom only gets post cards from
big-O, no hugs and kisses, well, here anyway.
So
am I being lied to all the time by folks, or is it me, hoping like a
freaking damn Easter Bunny Rabbit, from one universe to another; over
and over and over, just by going to sleep, and waking back up again?
Well first off folks, we all do this by altering our conscious MIND
RECEPTION from D-6, you know, sleeping, waking, sleeping, waking, and
so on, but you do not seem to do it in as wide a range as I do. If
you were to compare this very novel concept to something more
relatable to young peeps, stereo separation for example, you would be
barely hearing a higher left side and a lower right side in
frequency. I on the other hand am getting every single instrument
altering side to side continuously, vocals and harmonies as well, and
so on. This in all fucking honesty, peeps, is the only thing that can
explain why I am suffering through this shit all my life, but now
don't some smart ass start with me and say, fine OK dude, but still
YO, how come you are getting more of a movement than all of us?
Hay,if I god dam knew, I would tell you. Morianity keeps mo secrets.
My mom did this, and as a result, I lost a fucking daughter, and two
peeps will always be somewhat empty inside, admitted to or not!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
I
said there was a final message, and there sure as hell is. When it is
time, I'll share it BRAH!!!!!!!!!
MEOW-MEOW-MARK
WAYNE MOHR
EVERYTHING
IS A BIG GAME, ALL SO FUNNY.
1-2-3,
----4, 4, you know ISIS, you totally fucking rock!
'Sooooooooo',
to quote Arthur Antinass Crane from 1991; lovely asshole Terry
Harbors Egghead would not like the way I do my writing text. All
scatterbrain nonsense, right girl? WRONG? You cannot produce a random
anything or BLANK-ART, for all the tea in fucking China, all the gold
in the Fort Knox Subterranean Rivers, and all the love in the cat
house, all combined, it simply is not a possible thing for any of us
poor wee mortal humans to accomplish. Sahwee
Chahwee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hay
TTTTTTOM, like DDDDDDUH, just how diddddddd you pppppppppull that
off, and know what happened to me a year before on the prior holiday,
unless your girlfriend Vicki told you all the great Callio family
secrets. Wow tall library girl, you brushed paths with me, and
Sargent Carter and Gomer Pyle can take it from here, man oh man, and
shazaalm in the name of salt pecker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!You love
my gorgeous hair so much Vicki, why didn't you come over and fuck my
brains out one night while I was there, you silly witch??????????????
Get REALE man, oh yeah, he got me, huh David Roth, boy could come up
with shit, old late pal!!!!!
Miss
fucking DIRTWEEDS JANE just fucking nailed me with her fucking cunt
page eleven of eleven, and the Social Security Office is being
hyper-dimensionally cute too with their fucking form number
quintuple-ones. Let me mother fucking cunt phlegm rape, please lads,
lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs. TANKS A
LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555,
PLUS 555555555555, TIMES 55555555555555, DIVIDED BY
55555555555555555555555555555;
IS EQUAL TO WHO THE HELL GIVES THREE AND A NINTH SHITS. JUST LET ME
STARE AT THESE FREAKING FIVES, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
I took some siege by air, and was already expecting it, and other
shit too that needs not be addressed, but I also got some nice
fucking awesome pussy command as a result of the nasty ass fucking
aerial attack, as I normally get, either right away, or after several
ass really bad days of it strung together,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“WILL
ANYONE EVER BELIEVE ME GINA”
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, my lovely Mariloo Viqueen Julia White,
please give me a 'PEMISSION BARRIER' or at least another mother
fucking 1994 year, before I up and fucking cunt
croak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS-TANKS-TANKS,
AND BOOOOOOOM, AND BOO, NO OUT OF JAIL FOR YOU, NOT ON MY DIME, CALL
MY KID, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Enemies,
who R they???????????BY
PERSECUTING ME WITH NEVER ENDING UTILITY HARASSMENT, THESE
WOMO-MILITUFORCE MONSTERS CAN ENDLESSLY KEEP THE DOW JONES TICKING
UP! If
someone teamed up with me; we
could all be multi-billionaires.
As of yet, nobody believes me, and this is the hidden gold in the
attic of a homeowner who never will reap the benefit of the secret
in his house; and will die broke, working hard all his life; when it
did not have to be that way. Thank the great
state of Missouri
and their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my friends!!
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GOD
WILL GET ME FOR THIS, LADY FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND, WOW, SO IS THERE
SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS???????? IF NOT, IT IS TIME TO INVENT IT,
FOLKS.
WHO
ELSE BUT THE WOMO-MILITUFORCE,
AND THE OTHER FORCES THAT GENERATE AND SUSTAIN DOUBT, IN THINGS THAT
ARE OBVIOUS; JUST BECAUSE THEY MAY APPEAR WEIRD TO THE ONLOOKER. WHAT
A PITIFUL SHAME! CAN'T DANCE 2, HUH SHIRLEY SOREGLANDS. I GOTTA STOP
TOSSING LAMPS AROUND BEFORE THE TRAVELERS CREATE THE PC MOVEMENT TO
GET ME PUT IN JAIL!!!
So
before I went to my doctor, speaking of mother fucking going to jail,
and travelers, and the Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS), be
sitting down for this one please, peeps; I was cuffed and taken off
to jail. Yes, really, in a parallel universe. I need not be Zack
Preppy or Sarge Muscleboy Wireframe or even Screech Nerdking, to tell
you it feels more real while occupying the body of a doppelganger in
hyperspace, a twin of yourself, while this other you is having a real
bad fucking hair day, and I was. Also I don't need to be any of these
television characters to be saved by the bell or from ''balding
Belding's'' school rules; as my alarm clock was my rope, and my
blessing; Kevin Flatliners Bacon. I felt like kissing this alarm
clock, when it got me out of this horror hell, around one thirty or
so yesterday disasternoon. I had already spoken to Debbie in the
morning and set the clock and went back to catch a few ZZZZZ'S. The
next thing I knew I had trespassed onto someone's private property
and attempted to take something that was mine, or that I thought was,
and as I exited the property, the police were waiting for me as
though they knew and were sent by the travelers of the ESS. Now I was
fully aware that I was inside another twin-me, but not in control,
and was along for the ride, merely aware, so maybe I'll need to
invent the term and label now of TYPE 2 and a HALF EXPLORATRON, as
this was me. When you merely perceive a dreaming as watching a movie,
you are a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON. Type-2 are those that are aware but not
in control and TYPE-3 can manipulate their twin-doubles in
hyperspace, oh stupid me, TYPE-2, don't mind me, I am fucking losing
it folks, I was a TYPE-2-EXPLN in this experience, aware and lucid
fully, but
not in control.
LSS, I have no idea where I was or whose property I had trespassed
onto, but I remember telling someone that it had to be done and that
a lot is riding on me getting something that is mine that is there.
This item was actually several small items that were all laying
across a small grassy area along a small road, but was still on legal
private property. The two police persons in the squad car, I can see
and detail in my mind so clearly that I could describe them perfectly
right now to a real life police sketch artist. One was a man around
age 32 and his partner was a very attractive Mexican-American female
a few years his junior, say age 28. In this parallel universe, people
being arrested, were cuffed in a totally different way. They were a
different type of hand restraints, and the position that the police
wanted your hands were very foreign to me as a dweller of this
universe. They were nice and just treated me like I was slow for not
understanding how to properly assume the positions. No matter what we
see on television, police just about never ever want a hard time. If
they see you are really for real and want to cooperate and know that
you are going in abnd that is that, and are in full submission, it is
like with anything from child or dog training, if you are in a true
submission mode, all that junk is crap of how you will get you brains
beat out. Those in just about all cases who get kicked to shit,are
just pure assholes, not willing to comply, and the police are trained
at an academy to recognize the difference. They were even laughing
while the final cuffing of me was done, and I nervously laughed along
with them. I was so scared, I have never ever been arrested. I have
been cuffed once and taken to a crisis center for daring to report an
officer harassing me and tearing up, and I just let the system work
and 12 hours later, the shrink spoke to me and released me, and that
was that. But this was a real charge, I had trespassed onto private
property, and was being fucking arrested, as well I should have been.
The fear was indescribable as I walked towards the open door of the
squad car to go inside, and then, kaboom, my alarm clock on the
loudest possible setting over here in this universe, woke me right
out of that horrible parallel universe nightmare experience. Praise
the Goddess. I really do love you MIDDIE ISISCYLLA, and am just very
perplexed right now, why you and your industry friends have done so
many mean things to me, when I told you how very sorry I was for all
the stuff that happened from the eighties on up to near present
times. I only want your happiness, dam it, I don';t care if I am shot
tomorrow and am thrown into a trash heap and disappear forever. This
rotten life is meaningless to me, but you're my daughter, and I do
love you, and I hate these pricks all around you that have turned you
against me so badly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot help my
feelings about entertainment, I was hurt terribly by them, ripped off
in ways you will never know unless someday you allow me to explain it
all to you. You were in sixth grade when most of the horror show was
playing in my real life, how could you know first hand? You know what
they have told you, MY, and that's all. I wish you only the best.
Please don't keep hating and hurting me, lovely
one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WHY AM I CONTINUING TO WASTE MY TIME BLOGGING MY LIFE STORY???
THIS
WILL BE SHORTLY EXPLAINED!!
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CAN CHECK ME OUT THROUGH DOZENS OF VARIOUS OFFICIAL SOURCES. I MAY
APPEAR TOTALLY FUCKING CRAZY, AND ANGRY, AND WITH VERY GOOD REASONS;
BUT I AM FOR REAL, AND SO ARE ALL MY COCK SUCKING CLAIMS, GOOD PEEPS!
This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother
fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Bank of Toronto, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS,
and always have been, and always will be; because all
time is really one time,
and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in
order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential
hellishness of ENDLESSNESS;
they must do major things that
take their minds endlessly off of this.
Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it
can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating
them from HELL!!!
Now I don't expect you to 'GET
THIS';
and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your
awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the
coolest greatest thing imaginable.
All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about
this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely
no legitimate argument to present to me.
If
only some of you nice wonderful folks would click the stuff that I
tell you to click, you wouldn't have to take my word for anything. It
is all up on the internet, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
Peeps,
every time I pop into this universe from a place where I was having a
major bad time, and I remember it clearly, through the wormhole in
consciousness, or hyperspace-dreaming to be more accurate; THE
MILI-2-FORCE strikes major, it never fails. I SPEAK OVER AND OVER
AGAIN ABOUT THE AUTUMN IN 1994, WHEN COMING OUT OF THAT MAJOR
DREAMING INTERACTION WITH SARAH KRASSLE, and then driving to my
wonderful swim club, HADDONWOOD,
and even on a very fucking overcast day, loud military shit was all
over me, stalking and harassing and following me, directly above me,
door to door, there and back hoe again. You don't fucking forget shit
like this just because nearly 20 fucking years ticks by, not unless
you are truly a dam moron imbecile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
BEAUTIFUL MOON, PROTECT ME AND BE WITH ME TONIGHT, GREAT TRIPLE
GODDESS MIDDIE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ALMIGHTY
JEHOVAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will be crashing out of this
universe in an hour or so after posting up this blog, be with me and
love me, as I will be with and loving you, long dark haired teen
queen goddess and my endless
lover!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Something
that I have by no means altered my opinions about, and have said it
before on my blogs of more than eight years, peeps, and that is that
M---O---N---E---Y,
is the most evil fucking thing in the universe. It makes nice people
rotten, and rotten people become demonic monsters cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Bible may say it is the love of money, not the money that is the root
of all evil, but if you take the money away, what happens? These
things are what philosophers call numerous labels, ranging from
paradoxes to conundrums and a lot more, but I say, meditate on it for
an hour; and then make a comment if you do not see that I indeed have
a very freaking valid point here, YO folks!!!!!!!
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