MAJOR
DEATH ANDROID/ANGEL ATTACKS ALL OVER ME!!!!!
Some
really fascinating things are going on all over the hyperspace. As my
pal, Bob McDowell said so frequently late in 1972, ''very
interesting''. WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
There
is no such thing as BLANK ART. I cannot
say this enough, nor stress this truth, ENOUGH!!!!!!!! This doesn't
just mean art that is created for the sake of being art, either. All
things, no exceptions; it is all
in a perfect synchronicity, just as the great genius James Redfield,
claimed all along, back in the nineteen-nineties. WHAAA!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete fucking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
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FEBRUARY
27, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 12:46,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER
25,723, IN
EQUIVALENT.
I
just left a parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck
again, and it has here in this one as well, WHAAAAAA-BIT!!!!
But
as far as coincidences and the great mighty mind of author James
Redfield; wow and double wow, a lot of powerful things are getting
clearer and clearer and clearer all the time, lovely INGRID from
1984. Lakehouse Rock Chucking Neck Grabbing Nick, for one thing. My
early ohm-9-blogs discuss this powerful experience that I had in a
transdimensional altered universe from here, or as you might say it,
in my wild ass dream. The problem is that everything is a dream, and
until my message regarding that, gets across to this puny little
planet, well, that's all folks, huh Walter Wars? You know, dead or
alive, we 'paramedics of transdimensional hyperspace need to stick
together, WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
I
really enjoyed the History-2 Channel shows tonight after an hour with
Judge Judy, followed by an hour with L&O-CI. 'MY' LAKEHOUSE, not
hardly?????? But MI's LAKEHOUSE, now that's a Gozzwald-Horse of a
totally different grayish color!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hopefully, I'll be able to get a Google Map to show me every single
large million dollar plus lake-house on the American side of Lake MI,
right Mister Walker and all postal workers, and giant ESS girls from
the ''future''????????????????
NOTHING
JUST HAPPENS, NOTHING IS RANDOM, AND STORIES DO INDEED, MISTER MCCOY
AND MISTER MCCLARIN, TELL THEMSELVES. HOW GOOD WE ALL ARE OR BECOME,
AT INTERPRETING THEM, WELL, SHEEEEEEEEIT, THAT IS ANOTHER OF THOSE
GOZZWALD HORSES,
ALL TOGETHER, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Thank
you very much, for your note and message to me, Sir Seabottom. I
apologize for thinking you may have been my old ex bizz partner, but
wild things are going on with me right now, and who can I trust
anymore, and who is on the level? Anyway, thank you for being kind
enough to reply and give me the news, I do not turn away from truths
or bad news, I always welcome it. I am probably one of ''reality's''
biggest fans. I need it, and feel extremely disconnected to
everything, without trying desperately, to attach myself always to
it. Never be worried about telling me you cannot do something, I was
just a bit concerned when so much time went by, but have come to
realize that all of us live in our own bubble, with all things, and
even our perceptions with time and its interaction with us in our
lives. Take any ten peeps and put them in a timeless environment like
a casino where for example, they intentionally do not let you see the
outside or display any clocks. Take this test experiment to the level
of having these subjects stay in a timeless world for 3 days, then 3
weeks, then 3 months, and watch the variances between the average
subject's time perception, widen and widen. 20 years, some would
swear was only 5, while others would swear it was 35. This is truth,
my friend. I will never stop talking to you about ICPE, this is a
major part of my HELL, and has been since August 15, 1986, when lots
of really strange crap all started for me and around me, like a
cosmic switch was activated, once and for all. It is merely
intentionally making a person's life good or bad, blessing or cursing
them if you will, if you have this much power to accomplish such
things, and we all know the fortune 500 does; and I claim that they
learn about how blessing as well as cursing certain TEST SUBJECTS,
here we go again with that term Mister Redfield and Seabottom; but
yes, they come to learn that hurting bobby and blessing Sally brings
more folks to the Disney Theme park annually. So if you can take
advantage of this teck, and have no worries about your demonic
activities being discovered, exposed, and anyone held accountable in
such unfathomable sounding nonsense, then this indeed gives these
bastard pricks a FREE LICENSE to injure and kill, and yes, even to
suddenly bless, certain people. Most things big, REALLY BIG, bad or
good, are NOT ACCIDENTS, not since the late seventies and into more
advanced times, with this powerful tool and weapon, the
ICPE!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk
about wanting to fucking wash your hands, at any height; David Deezy,
and the Hip Hop Rap Gangster Thug World!!!!! Hay, I don't judge, I
just try to do my best to stay away, but as Channel 116 of South
Central Eastern Florida Comcast History-2 Channel put it last night;
CONTACT IS MADE, AND IT IS FINAL, AND IT IS FAMILY ORIENTED. What
they do not know or understand, is anything about the ESS. This is
not a bunch of aliens from distant expansion points that access
wormholes or any other silliness. This is all EXPLORATRONS of the
TYPE-3 advanced section, and nothing is being done for good or for
bad, but merely all is a huge GAME, and this is to distract those who
know, that there is no way to ever reach oblivion, ''NIRVANA''!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
And
this blogger may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34945
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL,
BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
And
now I get to tell others, like my pal, SEABOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
the gods, when folks want to be endless Missourian's, they will never
make good Michigan's.
What
I never did get around to telling you, lovely giant Gina Queen; is
about the Exploratronic Supermind
(ES), as this was not what you and I were there with each other to
do. Two powerful things will be discussed as we get into and past the
journal cassette tape numbers 15710, and well into the 15 thousand
seven hundred teens, and not teen queens, or good old shows on
television. I have my eye on you Robert McGuire, the one you didn't
injure yet, see you in court you PRICK that could rhyme out in at
least two other ways that come to mind at the moment, big
guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know all about you, and all the
horrible crap you ever did. YIP!
As
with any good football game, where a team is planning to win and not
just suit up for the fun of it; both offensive, and defensive ball
needs to be played. So what is poor old Mountainpen talking about
with all of this horse shit; I am quite sure that many by now, are
asking themselves, as they must also do quite a bit. I'll frikkin'
enlighten you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Recently my left eye is
all fucked up. Things normally get better for me no matter what
happens, as did that other odd condition with the fowl nasal aroma. I
have had all ten toes cut off in a printing shop accident decades
ago, and they grew back, and I thought that toes did grow back, until
I was told they do not. If this is a permanent uncorrectable impish
damage, you will be sued, as I have major evidence against you.
YIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into one
of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and dominate
them without them being privy to it. They do not go unconscious, but
merely begin doing some things that they later say to themselves, gee
what made me act that way, why did I say, or do; such and such a
thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I'll say, ''You liar''! Then for
all of you football and gladiator fans, of the yesterday ghost inside
of all of us, huh Demi Sevensign Moore; there is the other side of
this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the defensive. This is learning
while here and awake, to recognize, when one of your more advanced
hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is trying to work their magic on
you. After-all, of course this is going to work two ways and in two
directions. What fucking road only goes one way? One way streets are
a traffic command for vehicles to drive one way or THE OTHER WAY,
still, there are two ways, or directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET,
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. Get any of this huge shit yet, when I put it in parables
and short illustrations, as did my 61st grand father's
Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a while back, altering the history of
this planet, ultra huge time, YO? I have given detailed instructions
for using the great FASCITAR-6-10, plus the lost secret art of the
waking freeze, getting past the horrendous fear of it, and willing
yourself anywhere you want to be, so you can see for yourself that
without any doubt, there is not just this life that you all are
living in this so-called fucking ''here and now''. I will be
repeating this again for those who still do not know how to properly
archive it in my blogs of old. Just wait a few blogs down the non
Academy Road. That made a terrific song in many parallel universes,
and soon, I will give the blog, the words to this song in many
universes that I have recently visited my doppelganger in who is
awake there. But there is more to Morianity, than Fascitar, and Sarah
Krassle, and the truth of the hyperspace and beyond. It cannot be
grasped or spoken. I can tell it over and over and over and over. It
will not matter. Closed minds will filter it out like any good
filter, whether this be in your audio high end apapratus, your car
system, your heat or AC systems, and on and on. Only an individual
person can decide to wake up TWICE one morning. First, when they
wake, and then wake again, by stopping the blocking that is being
done by powerful ASTRAL GODS, ALIENS, DEMONS/ANGELS, the names and
labels are as meaningless as a pile of huge fucking bullshit. They
are, and always were and will be, those who are part of a very super
secret society known as the ESS, or Exploratronic Supermind society.
This will be further discussed, but unless a person wants to believe,
they will remain asleep to the powerful reality and truth of this
cosmos and their exact place within it. Nothing is real, it never was
or ever will it be. All that can exist if you really think hard on
it, is NOTHING, so indeed, NOTHING EXISTS, and we are just all a part
of that NOTHING. But there is a way to dream out and away from this,
into powerful interactions/dreams/lives that seem very real. We are
not really in them, we are just in the VOID. Most cannot handle a
small part of TRUTH, and just call me crazy, as they did Jesus and so
many others. Then again, I took hyperspace to new levels, with my wreckcrowslop productions!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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