JOURNAL
TAPE NUMBER EQUIVELANT 25,759
MARCH
27, 2014,
LATE
FRIDAY NIGHT AT 11:53
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
So
many things to say, so little time to do it in. I could fill up the
solar system with text on stuff that I am able to put in an entirely
new light yet is fully relatable to all of you, and blow your minds
to the far side of the mighty lovely moon and back, Mister H.M.
Gleason.
Let
me start with Mayor Robert Levy of Atlantic City New Jersey. Without
even trying, this is a story that would fill a dozen full sized A-Z
Encyclopedia Britannica books. I am taking us to different places
that I feel that retaliation warrants, for a major health attack
tonight on several fronts. As more water passes under my bridge, the
owners of the universe have more Tom Cruise Fighter Jet Excuse as I
am old, as with my famous spoken lines from my latengrate mother
regarding old cars and problems that go along with them. Nothing ever
is just happening, even age and sickness and death and things wearing
out. It all is a COSMIC ATTACK from powerful ASTRAL PLANE
CONTROLLERS. Their name is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, some have heard of
this before Mountainpen and Morianity ever came along. Most who knew,
have died and did not properly pass things along. This is the way of
history. It is colorfully altered, much like the great 1991 movie
about Frederic Chopin, that was titled, “IMPROMPTU”. Some things
are totally made up just to produce a good movie, some things are
based on truths, and still other things contain no truths at all, or
very few and far between. The enemy is attacking me as I type these
words, with loud motorcycles after the legal time of midnight, as
well as major health assaults on me since this prior day evening
began, including a major diareah assault and death beam punch. Still,
all things considered, it amazes me how lackluster of a day the 327
date was, about the same as PI-DAY to quote the SCIENCE CHANNEL, back
thirteen days ago on day 314. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Hay, before
anyone anywhere was where they are in the here and the now, and I
HAVE WITNESSES TO THIS IF THEY STILL ARE ALIVE, know about my wild
DREAM where lightning came to me in 1984 and said to me, quote,
“Little boy, that is my number, 3 to the power of three, 27, and
then after hearing her voice, the same one I sent to the © Office in
1988 where she said, “I KNOW”, she had me standing at the Golden
Nugget Hotel and Casino in Atlantic city that now is where the HILTON
CASINO stands, same building; her lightning had come in from the
roof, down through every floor, and she struck the number on the
display layout at the roulette table where I was playing the game in
this WILD DREAM. Ask Evelyn, Jimmy
Dean, or Cuzz Christine Myers if
she is 'still-alive', to use a 'mortal world word'. And then if not,
ask HANDS WASHING DAVID, or his pal
DEEZY SLIM, from the mighty and
wonderful YOUTUBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
back to the mayor and the changed timeline. This was never supposed
to happen, to quote Mizz Goldberg from “Next Generation Star Trek”.
Am I supposed to be dead, Lieutenant Commander Yar? Or is the entire
world supposed to be in World War 3? Well, I only know there never
was a beach lottery, and I was sacraficed to keep the world from
falling apart as it was supposed to do after the end of 2007 and the
fall of the mighty MAYOR WOLF ALL-KNOWER LEVY. They seem to just know
too much and too many things before they happen, on that fantastic
law show. I am sorry, but I really do not buy into this many things
as coincidences pure and simple, Mister Yogi Berra sir, and you do
not either, sir, I know that!
If
I had not met Christopher Bennett at the Cifaloglio Darius Chokehold
company in 2005, then 2006 and my blogs, would never have happened. I
never would have ever known about the powerful details of the
incredible mystical THAT FAMILY of 1970, and I never would have
escaped New Jersey. I would have never lost my things either.
Someone else would have realized what I had, and a lot more than just
what I did in Florida would have happened. The exploratrons would
never have cosmically injured the Mayor's back and he would never
have needed to abdicate his throne. Things would have played out so
differently, that lots more than just Iraq invading Kuwait after
leaving three cassette tapes on the Atlantic City boardwalk in 1990
or whenever it was, would have happened, and Atlantic City itself was
going to be the 1970-Haddonfield, come alive. All I remember to this
day is the voice inside that nightmare repeating over and over, the
words, “The destruction of Haddonfield”, and then I looked and to
use bible words, behold, bombs came raining down and Haddonfield,
New Jersey; was no more. But no one is really getting any of the rue
power behind all of this. You did not live it, and you are not ever
going to understand what all of this is about. As with all things,
take away the ESS, and it all becomes as meaningless and moaningless
as a blank television screen. Still, are there places where right
now, I am indeed cleaning barnacles off pilings and pier beams, and
sweeping sand around near lifeguard towers, under the authority of
Robert Levy? You can bet your cornfields and ten twister blow-backs
on it, lovely Annie Costner Cutter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
real power in all of this is just taking this however and seeing it
as the total tip of the iceberg the size of Planet Jupiter. I speak
of a period in time, where my reality was split in two, in the year
of 2008. This all happened during my off-grid time of middle February
through early middish May of this year. I was not blogging, and was
totally off the system. Then I bought a computer at the Staples Store
in Berlin, New Jersey, without needing Eddie Himacane Lynch any more.
This is when the FAWCES of Mister Hall struck hard and fast. This is
when they split a lot more realities in the hyperspace, some where
on the first Saturday in July of 1969, I was raped underneath the
Central Pier of Atlantic City, and others where I was not. All things
split every microsecond into countless things, but normally this is
done on atom rearrangement levels, and not entire large event
manipulation levels. You must know this my peeps; there indeed are
two types of splits in the endless creation of fifth dimensional
hyperspace. World Laboratories has a name for this quite a while in
the future in many universes, Quantum Splicing. A wave-particle
duality is achieved by yet unknown forces that become harnessed, and
then a direct communication link is established between these forces
and the byproduct end results of things that are done by the
Exploratronic Supermind Society, ESS. I indirectly make mention of
this in my rewritten song lyrics in my recently copyrighted song,
“You'll Be Crossing Over”, in the fourth and final verse. This
was not done in some random helter-skelter way, not by the Beatles,
not by Mister Marcucci, not by Mister Manson, and not by any
particular item, yet all of them put together seems to produce a
perfectly divisible formula of some kind. Add it all up together and
it does not equal the sum of its parts, but take it apart, and the
parts are exactly doing what they need to to for this indeed to be
the truth. Why you may ask? Well, I am not degreed Quantum-Physicist
peeps, but I do know that SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM) is yet to be
understood in 2014. Space and time are not there unless mind creates
it, and then when a dream-out from nothingness is indeed produced by
some complex means; reality is as pliable and adjustable as a child's
can of Silly-Puddy. In other words, from me typing this blog right
now to you reading it some time later after it is posted, a process
where the 'collective mind' of all of us, does an unfathomable and
virtually limitless thing, to the in-between-ness of all of this;
whatever 'this' really is, in the first place. The fifth dimension
where all mind has these cosmic jigsaw puzzle pieces freely flowing
around, is still a solid one dimension above hyperspace, on the realm
that Eckists call the MENTAL-PLANE, and is really, the SIXTH
DIMENSION.
Yes
my pal, Seabottom, I hope the quantum-wave-splicer is being kinder to
the individual YOU, here in this universe in hyperspace, than it is
being to me. In any case, I tried to e-mail you and do not know if it
went through, as I told you a while back. WEEEEEEEEEEE. ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. Where are you Billy Jewel-Eye
Crouch? How's your friend Gary and Jim Kirk??????????????
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Some
have accused me of making a really big deal out of an ordinary
family. TAWF
is not an ordinary family. I don't say this because one became
President, another became Governor, and still another became Mayor of
a world renown resort city, and yet another became the number one
female pop diva of all time, and on I could go believe me. I don't
say this because of the incredible powerful and virtually
unexplainable stuff that I witnessed them doing to me and others
around me on numerous occasions. I say this because of ALL OF THE
ABOVE, and a lot more.
Well
in any event no matter who did what and why and a million times more,
here is the situation, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson: BIO
STATS OF 3:00 AM, MARCH 27, 2014:
WHAAAAAAAAA!
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OTHER 5 BLOGS, ENJOY THEM whenever you get a spare bit of time, they
all tie into this newest blog that began in early December or
thereabout in the year 2011.
So
what is really going on, Tesla-27
Jehovah???
OH
BABY I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, AND PRECIOUS I NEED YOUR
CODES TO SHOW, 1-2-3.
WELL
PEOPLE, I AM TOTALLY PISSED OFF AT MY FREAKING ROTTEN
ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU E-MAIL ME SOMEDAY NOW THAT I
KNOW HOW TO WORK THESE ELECTRONIC GISMOS A BIT BETTER, FALCON AND OR
CONDOR, PWEEEEEEEZE!!!
Why
did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON
?????
Other
blogs will follow that go further in my eventual hope of joining the
ESS and when and if this happens, I'll be bound to regulations that
may prevent me from blogging many things that I now blog about. I
already was told that several things I discuss now on blogs, to quote
them, would be immediately halted, should I become a member of the
ESS. You don't say NO to these people, folks.
Oh
the gods, even the good lord and twenty five cents won't help you
now, illegal tape recorder Lenny William McKinnon, from 1980!!! Quite
obviously old pal, this was going to all occur whether I approved,
disapproved; or even whistled Dixie-Ann-Southlands Tunes, for 300
years, through my nose!!!!!!!!
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
DOW
JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES CHART:
Folks,
and Gina from jail, WEEEEE, and hang in there with us poor old
Huntington's, big lovely girl!!!!!!!
Well,
here is the weather map, good people, enjoy. AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE
MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!
I
am leaving that right there, for right now, lovely LOO!!!!!!!!
I
have NO SECRETS! I
have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO
SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS!
I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO
SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS!
I have NO SECRETS! I have NO SECRETS!!!!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
IT'S
ALL OUT IN THE OPEN NOW, BEVE; RIGHT HUGH BEAUMONT SIR?????
Very
soon, I am going to throw away every electronic machine in my
apartment, including this computer. These are all TOOLS OF SATAN, and
I refuse to play HIS SICK TWISTED GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog!
AM
I RIGHT
TAXI DRIVER KAREN GRASSI?”WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
''THE
FASCITAR, THE JACOBSON, THE DONALD; AND THE WORLD OF THE
ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM'', AND THEN THERE CAME MY INVITE TO JOIN THE
ESS ON THE FINAL 2014 DAY OF WINTER, BIG ASS WOW, JOANNE, FROM 1979.
Before I remembered it all, you were my first. Then came the
memories, Barbara, both Barbara's, no electric shocks dock!
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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