I TOLD YOU JAILED-GINA, AND OTHERS, PERSECUTE ME BADLY ON SUNDAY, AND UP SHE GOES, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:

This is definitely NOT Thursday, August 03, 2006, and a re-print of (JC TAPE EQVT #25,705) However it is indeed the twenty-fourth of February in twenty-fourteen, at 22 minutes shy of freaking eight of the clock in the darn evening. This also is not Chapter 49:

Still, you Just go right on calling me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND, as this always applies!!!!!!!!

My guru friend Ed, told me about the old cartoon comic character called Joe Schmo; the dude with the eternal black cloud hanging over his head. He winked and didn't say anything more on the subject, but his brain was still advancing. His thoughts were going, ''yeah, and I know who he really is, poor old mucked up MOUNTAINPEN. That's Joe Schmo's real friggin' identity, only like with many of Victoria Winters' and Victoria Callio's great secrets; people all have built some intensely fierce closets, for hiding all of these pleasantries in, and forever; if they have their darn say and way! OH GINA, THEY JUST WON'T LISTEN TO ME, THEY JUST WON'T BELIEVE ME, MY LOVELY GIANT ARM BREAKER!

'W—O—W' AND

'MORIANITY', THE QUINTESSENTIAL SYNONOMOUS TWO WORDS, IF EVER THERE WERE ANY, AND I PROMISE YOU THAT, WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!

GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL, BECAUSE I TOLD YOU!!!!!!!! THE MILITUFAWCES, MISTER FRIKKIN' HALL, MADE MY WEEKEND QUITE HELLISH. IT IS ALMOST SUPER COOL TO KNOW THE FUTURE, BASED ON PATTERNS AND CONNECTIONS THAT REMAIN ENDLESSLY INVISIBLE TO THE REAST OF FREAKING BLOODY SHOE HUMANITY, WHAAAAAA-BIT!!! Please try remembering at all costs and all times, folks, all things that appear to be either distant space travel, or any kind of time travel, is a PURE TOTAL PARLOR TRICK, at least in this IAC, Mister Gore, sir!!!!!!!! Just because little nobody's like me, one night at Cifaloglio, don't know how these magazine and auto reverse tricks were all done to me by the powerful laughing football leprechauns of Ireland; does not mean that it is still not a glorified Sarjenka-trek huge-ass parlor-trick. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, and would never dare say THAT, as only the Almighty GODDESS ISISCYLLA SSJKK can make such a claim!!!!

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

FEBRUARY 24, 2014,

MONDAY NIGHT AT 8:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 70 DEGREES FNHT.

THIS IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,720, IN EQUIVALENT.

I just left a parallel universe, where a gigantic southern storm had struck the furthermost south; and Florida was deeply covered in snow for the first time since humankind settled here and in this universe. Studio Park Records was still operating, and this was a number of days back, perhaps a week, maybe a tad longer, nothing matters, not events, not time, nothing, because the only thing that is real is THE VOID, and this is US, and we all DREAM OUT AND AWAY FROM THIS GREAT VOID, and this is also known by us, as CREATION. It is a very apropos word, our dream out is indeed, one hell of a quantization of ultimate creation. Knowing this or believing this is not enlightenment. KNOWING IT SO ABSOLUTELY THAT YOU BURST YOUR GUTS OUT INSIDE, 24-7-365.2422, THAT'S THE EQUATION, GREAT LURCH ROCKDROID, THE EQUATION OF ENLIGHTENMENT! Forget about all those old ones and new ones, even substituting ONES for KIDS, clueless KIM WILD, WHAAAA!

DEEDEE WAS ALL OVER ME BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP. I was staring at DIANA, her lovely bright colorful full moon, you know, the Mitsubishi recognized, new beauty in town, for all old and new kids from early in 1978. Suddenly a strange vehicle pulled over and parked right across Avenue B, crossing also over Seventh Avenue, and no one lives right there, and no one exited the vehicle, and it remained there with the lights off for five to ten minutes. In trillions of countless parallel universes, this car blew up like a huge bomb was inside of it. In trillions of others, it turned into a big pumpkin, these universes are very non-localized, and the connectiveness to them inside of human brain activity during subconscious states is associated by shrinkologists of this dinosaur period, as, ''too much pizza and ice cream before bedtime dreams''. Still in trillions of others, President Obama got out and threw a brick right threw my apartment window, and is still countless others, so did my wonderful daughter. No normal person has any respect for hyperspace and its vastness. They know only of one single song or vibrating single verse or uni-verse. But the multiple verses of vibrating singing hyperspace or the FIFTH DIMENSION, is so vast, that Einstein and 1000 others like him can understand the principles to hyperspace, yet never ever grasp the real truth to such unfathomable immensity. I am lucky to know what I know, and that is all that I know, I am no Kaku, Hawking, Sagan, or Einstein, order and list printed in no way reflects any order of anything in this blogger's opinion, just randomly printed herein. Now in the universe I still believe myself to be interacting in right this dam ass minute, Admiral Spock sir; I believe what happened that night was this, ''Suddenly a strange vehicle pulled over and parked right across Avenue B, crossing also over Seventh Avenue, and no one lives right there, and no one exited the vehicle, and it remained there with the lights off for five to ten minutes; then drove away. Maybe some dude picked up some ho and got a fucking quick-off and drove away, as they would do all the time, back in my neck of the woods, in a place called, non Roddenberry Camden, New Jersey, with or without any ESST, or Exploratronic Supermind Society Travelers''. You can check your own past copies of Morianity, who knows, I sit here doing a lot of transdimensional music copying and messing around, changing by many minutes per day, the rate that normal regular time passes in this apartment, just from one corner of it to another. But I don't think things have altered that much, WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No Mister Macy, I am all through glorifying your family name, at least for a little while, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now for the synchronicity discussion that I am positive all the more intelligent of my reading group are waiting to hear from me on. Don't you dare laugh or call me a liar, James T. Burr, or Michael McNulty. DON'T YOU DAM ASS DARE, YO!

I swear to my infinite hell, if I be lying; let my hell get a million frikkin' times worse and last for a million times more infinities than what is already on my pathetic fish plate, Sarah Stacey Krassle, my wonderful awesome Almighty Viqueen Leader, and Almighty Goddess of this entire multiverse!!!!

I randomly let a number from 1 to 600 just slip into my mind, and then that would be the SAFE JOURNAL blog that I was going to reprint and post on my past blog, that was indeed posted, as JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,719. My brain was instantly seeing the one-hundred group, and then I quickly and totally randomly said to myself, the number 61, so that made it number 161. But remember now; this was in the SAFE JOURNAL chapters of my blog. Not all of these even were on this NEW BLOG, that my computer guru, Meagan, helped me start, after that mess that ended my ability to blog at blogger dot com on my old set of 5 blogs that you all see re-posted with bullets, to be archived by anyone at any time. But anyway, this was what was originally supposed to be re-printed by me, onto the previous blog, when I said, now at pure random, I will re-post a blog from the SAFE JOURNAL chapters, and thought I did. Well let me stay totally truthful in all of this. After I started to paste it in, I saw the MORIANITY word in large black font, and realized, this was not even the SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS at all, but blogs that were started after I had brought all of those to a closing conclusion. Then my mind said, hay, talk about staying totally random here; we will now just go with this, after-all, I had pasted it all in and was just about to post up. Why change what seemingly was meant to go on, as the newest experiment in James Redfield Synchronicity of Life, and no, nothing to do with the meaning or the moaning of life, Professor KAKU and Science Channel, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, somebody said WOW, and it was me, and no one from good old New York, weelwee wabbit. We'll get into a lot more later, but I am hungry and tired from a hard day, and need to eat and crash, and watch a little TV before doing so. So as my old pal would put it from quite some time ago, and I quote him, ''THAT'S ALL FOLKS'', at least 4 now!

HA-HA-HA JANE PAIN WISHYAWERESLAIN. YOU MUISSED ME, WITH YOUR DIRTY ROTTEN PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, AND FOUR NASTY ASS ONES!!!!!!! 5555555555555555