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This
will be the first blog in 99+ months of Morianity, where I will tell
a hypothetical story of a parallel universe in localized hyperspace,
somewhere around the years between 2100-2500 AD. First, bear in mind
that localized verses distant hyperspace, is no different than using
this terminology with 4-D-SPACE expanding all around our globe, or
for that matter, any point in the entire expansion, or our universe.
Some of it is near and some of it is far, and some of it is all
degrees of in-between amounts. In a vast area where endless universes
are all contained in five dimensions, many are very similar to each
other, while many are totally distant and nothing at all like each
other. So we will be focusing on a few trillion of them out of
nameless numbers to nameless powers in total, that would be
considered to be relatively localized, and the same basically as
right here, minute by minute, and year by year, at least for the
next, well let us pull a number out of the air and say half of a
millennium. After that, one day suddenly, stuff can start happening
as atoms rearrange, and poof, they begin to grow into more distant
places in fifth dimensional space. It is not area or location itself
however that is distancing, but atomic arrangements and thus this
translates physically into this tangible world and all of us, as
different events taking place, to just begin in my attempt here to
describe stuff. All of this is why there in fact are three dimensions
that take holographic form in our reality, and then when placed along
another line beyond these dimensions, objects and shapes then appear
to be in a magic state we know as ''motion'', or existing in and
along a ''time-line''. This allows universes to become jacked in from
the sixth dimension of TRUE MIND, by first coming alive in a tiny
plank world or absolute subatomic reality, also known as the spirit
worlds and the astral planes. In truth it is one plane, one reality,
and is not a place or location at all, but a condition that is
created when certain things take place from the highest seventh
dimension, or the LAWTRON WORLD, that escapes the void infinity,
which we have no time at all right now to cover any details about in
this blog, or we would be days and days just trying to get a little
bit into this. As I type, many banging doors are going on and it is
half past one on this Saturday morning, and this illegal GUEST is
here, slamming and banging away, and has been all through FRIDAY, and
for most of the week, getting more and more progressive as time
persists, and just as with the other time recently, I will let it
reach a point and eventually, have to tell Debbie Marotto again. It
is no different than little stinking rotten children who love to play
the radio too loud. Mommy and Daddy say turn it down, and they do,
and then slowly and slowly and slowly, it inches back up, as if they
think by magic they can just get away with this bullshit, until
Clancy Parents lower their Irish Boom on them, AGAIN, and the cycle
continues to repeat with most stupid parents who do not realize they
are being tested by these rug-rat offspring, and the only way to win
is to not let them win, it is a matter of wills as my grandmother
used to say to my mother long ago during World War 2, and the only
way to show who is boss is to be BOSS. It is your home and they are
YOUR KIDS, and you are not THEIRS, not the way they want it. You are
the BOSS. You can try the baseball method. The Criminal Justice
System knows exactly what I'm talking about here. Tell them once, it
gets loud again, tell them one more time, but when it gets loud
again, it is strike three, and the dam radio gets taken
away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These pigs around here are
just like these rotten little testing rug rats, in this example, and
so, I will have to keep going to my resident manager about it. Then
to quote Judge Judy the great and powerful; if it never ever stops
and there is no other choice, I will have to M---O---V---E!
Now no genius needs to see
what is going on here.
I will not insult the fucking intellect of my kind wonderful viewers.
I begin a serious discussion on something that they already know from
how I began things, and they are quite upset, and they do not want
this blog to happen, so they will do a lot of shit to prevent it, and
I am prepared, right down to saving every paragraph one by one, and
so forth, as I have already experienced one strange hack before
colorizing and enlarging the word ''move'', and they are on me, they
being none other than what they have been and will always be all
along folks, the MILITUFORCE, and this means an organized society in
future times in localized parallel universes, that Morianity has
labeled and named, the ESS, or spelled out, the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Now
right before I began this blog; I had a diareah
attack,
then I had a Jane
Water-Witch-Bitch Sleazeweedsdisease attack,
and then I had a few loud
doors, all between about half past midnight and twenty past one,
so I
said, fine. Let
us do a real real real good blog now, OK
lovely INGRID.
I was told recently that they think this name is a code of some kind.
For all I know it is, but when she talked to me through the system in
early 1984 after my return trip from Orlando, Florida; or it might
have been right shy of when I went down to visit my old Chief
Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon; but in any event, she told
me that this was indeed her name. If as someone sort of suggested
recently and I won't give out who and it was not on the internet; all
I can say about it is then it is their or her code, and not
instigated in any way from me. Who can ever know anything, to quote
the great wonderful marvelous Ziggy Malyeska from summer time in
1969? Who knows just what he might have known when he made this wild
statement to me out of the blue one day in middle July? GET
THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us move this along, because to quote Mister
Al Jolson, “You ain't heard nothing yet”, and folks, this is a
major promise, so read on, or where it may be legal to do, for all I
care, weed on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of all of this, beginning on the tenth of April, yesterday,
MICROSUCKS, just as the television news spot foretold; made
a major change that has effected my machine.
I thought I could just leave it on the sleeper mode to avoid the shit
they are doing to me, only it did not work. They relentlessly fucking
keep trying to make updates go through and it fails over and over and
then you need to let the system go down and back up again where it
attempts again to reconfigure the WINDOWS-7, but this is now an
antiquated version of these new updates, according to the news about
Microsoft that I heard on a television news broadcast a week or two
ago, and sure enough, boom, this was not some rag talk in a check out
line, it was for real. So I am going to call the FCC and the FTC to
find out why someone on a limited fixed income needs to spend more of
his money that he already does not have, to fix a problem that he did
not cause, just to make these MULTI-FUCKING-BILLIONAIRES, even
fucking richer than they are. I will fight this, because I am right.
Not that right makes right, President Lincoln, your watch is running
2 centuries behind the times, sir, now it is more like MIGHT MAKES
RIGHT, the typical truth equals reversing, as has been discussed in
my blogs for a very long while. Yes good folks; my
blogs
have discussed this before.
Oh
Lordess (SAR) (AH), what a lovely world I am stuck in. WEEEEE!
EVERYTHING
IN THIS UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE, AND EVEN BEYOND, IS ALL ABOUT ONE
THING, FOLKS!!
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
EXPLORATRONICS*****
So
let us get back to the issue at hand.
By
no means will this be a story that anyone will digest easily. The
more you are into things that come onto the History and the Science
Channels on television, the more you will receive what I will now get
into. Remember that this is a made up totally fictional story that
will help you to understand much better, what my blogs try
illustrating regarding just what theis exploratronic thing is really
all about as far as gee, how is it effecting our every day world, and
when I am done, some will be able to rethink that with new words such
as, how
is this NOT
effecting our every day world?
Tiberton
E. Nurlo Junior, and his three great pals from grade school; all grew
up together, and live in a rural town, in the mid-western Americas,
early in the twenty-two hundreds. Schools have long vanished as far
as places, as all things are done on what is called, ''the system'',
sort of like an advanced internet. However these young dudes are from
a localized parallel universe from this one where you are reading
these words. 700 miles to the northwest, another group of two boys
and three girls ranging in age from 16-20 years, have also been
friends throughout their lives and always lived in their same county
also. None of these folks have a lot going on in their lives worthy
of being glorified in any details on this blog called Morianity Bible
or morianity for millennium-3, or ''whatever'' Congressman, hence, I
will not make up a bunch of garbage just to make a story out of it
and attempt doing great literature. Morianity is not literature, nor
is it a popularity contest. I need to make a point tonight, regarding
just how the ESS works in all of our lives, and maybe, just maybe
when I am all done, you will see why the global authority of powerful
secret keepers (GAPSK), another hypothetical organization of
semi-humor, I said SEMI, still; you might just begin seeing why they
may not have a great attitude about me telling these truths to this
world, and ending once and for all, all the mysterious this planet
has ever wondered about, A-Z! Adding to these two groups already
listed, could be a Barbers Club somewhere in Potato Land, Idaho; a
chapter of the ELK or the Moose, that gets into the paranormal
interests, or even a group of thirty pro-ball players of various
sports, who likewise has those same interests. Then take these
examples and multiply this by 10 in every county in the land, and
then go all around the world as well, from the great lands down under
maitees, all the way to Mother-Russia to nice cold Antarctica. You
can include the backward tribes scattered all throughout the south
American countries going from Mexico all the way down to Brazil. Make
up all the story lines and ideas you want, but these are just normal
average folks, like you and me, only they live in various parallel
universes, countless numbers of them, and on top of that, since they
all live in future times where the technology is beyond mind
boggling, eventually, a Morianity or a Mark Wayne Mohr has come along
and shared the truths about Exploratronics, and eventually, through
sheer number vastness, a small society of type-3-exploratrons become
organized. After some time passes, and they become adept at the
techniques of being able to send their dreaming energies into other
mass-objects and bodies, starting with the simplest to do, their own
doubles in a localized parallel reality, or their ''doppelgangers'',
and as with all things, later become more and more proficient at
mastering these abilities, and going onto where they can go into
other things around them, not just their own self-doubles, becoming
anything, even insects and animals, and even inanimate objects. So
why bother typing up a trillion other names like Tiberton Nurlo, that
would take lifetimes to do, as unless you are morons, you get the
picture. I did not say you will believe me, but you do get the
picture. All the weird insects and rats that have appeared out of
nowhere over and over in many of my residences, were all part of the
ESS. All the weird peeps I suddenly run into outside on errands, all
the planes and the aerial stuff around me on certain days that is
beyond surreal and outlandish, it is all the ESS. Need I go on. Need
I really go on, and can you not yet think about all the crap in your
own lives that you know dam well you have no good or rational answer
for, that the only one that tells the truth about all of it, is the
ESS? How about the entire UFO crafts, the objects, the aliens, all
are the ESS. How about the miracles and the pyramids? Folks, grammar
school age kids in 100 years, will totally understand STM, and why
and how I am able to swim by merely ''thinking forward motion in my
head'', or move a heavy 400 pound diner rotisserie, by thinking I
wanted it to spin in the opposite direction, so I could show Dave who
I was with that night in 1997, a particular cake that I wanted the
hostess to see and tell our waitress to bring to the table for my
desert. There is nothing anywhere ever, now or behind us or ahead of
us, here or out in so called outer space, that is not just the ESS.
The ESS is the explanation for the entire ball of wax, all 27 feet of
it, the big picture, three letters, it tells is all, even my hellish
life. Now you may say, OK, they understand how to make heavy objects
lift up and can travel into people in this universe from long ago and
built pyramids, and you can say, they can do all these things to you,
Mountainpen, but now we ask, WHY, and you have every right to ask
why, an you may not like or be all that satisfied with the answer I
will give you, but it is the truth, like it or don't like it, IT IS
THE DAM TRUTH!!!!!!!!! It is all a huge game. It is no different at
all than 1980 and the videogame called Packman, if I'm spelling it
correctly. You must see yourself in one of two realities. You either
are in the ESS, or you are one of the Packman BLOBS. You do not have
to like this for it to be the truth. I promise you. No one out there
anywhere is against us nor are they trying to spiritually advance us,
nor are they from other planets and civilizations here in our own
universe. All of this entire everything, no exceptions, it is all the
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!
That's the long and short of this, folks. We all enjoy games. You
know that is true, and need no arm twisting fancy words, from me, and
Morianity. YOU
KNOW.
Also, some know why games are absolutely a must. Morianity has
covered that depressing issue, and does not plan to revisit it again
on this blog right now.
Now
I will post the normal paste in parts of my blog, to this chapter,
and them I will finish up with today's little epilogue.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! PP knows how I get things done,
sup pal, maybe you shoulda' believed a little more in me when we had
SPR, but no, you knew it all, partner!!!!!!!!!!!! That is all fine
and dandy and totally cool. Fun dying old and poor, eh?????????????
Don't
even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the
topic of EXPLORATRONS,
PLEASE!
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Yes
kind people, thank you, whoever you might be, for staying with
Morianity. For all I know, you are the ones who were meant to become
the ESS in the future in someone else's parallel universes. See how
ultimately freaking mind blowing all this crap really is? And you
don't have to worry about twisting the world government's arms to
get any secrets out of them. MORIANITY
HAS NO SECRETS. MORIANITY DETESTS AND DESPISES SECRETS. I LOST MY
DAUGHTER DUE TO SECRETS.
So do not go there with me, kind folks, please and please and pretty
please with a lot of sugar on top!
Oh
boy, life stinks!
GET
IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???????????????????
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
HOW
DID ALL THIS HAPPEN TO ME ALL
THESE YEARS WITH ALL OF THIS OTHER THAN FOR THE EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY???
I
want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey's
class, at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other
authorities out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure
my civil freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You
know that old expression, ''GET
REAL''.
Well, to to this properly and perfectly, old friend Bob Schleigh from
MAFCO in Camden, Mew Jersey in 1980, what else,
EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
did Dawn-Marie
King
know all along that a nightmare I had about this place all my
life????? Gee, could the answer here be EXPLORATRONICS again,
folks????????????????????
What
DREAMS really are,
is not going to be found in the collective works of all the dream
books on the planet. Only
MORIANITY can explain the true and absolute honest answers that have
been kept back.
Keeping this information back is what allows the ESS to have power
over the rest of us. Morianity's mission: Try and do all I can to
shine the true light on the true path of the only one true hidden
reality that has broken out from the void infinity into the LAWTRONS,
and created this wild for lack of better word, 'inter-dream'.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
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same reality that is behind the rest of this fucking rotten mess,
EXPLORATRONICS, the best kept secret in the world in endless
multiples of parallel universes.
Now
there are some out here who are on the fence about me and about
Morianity. Keep fighting those T3E inside of you, viewers, you know
they are there. You do not need me to tell you dog squat, and you
know I am being honest, just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOHN
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Just exactly which exploratron jumped inside this man who ripped me off in 1979, with the tow truck deal? Well, now you would be asking things that go beyond what Morianity can hope to tell you. I do not know individual travelers, nor will any of you, ever. I do know that few travel alone, just as the ancient roads and even roads today can be dangerous at the wee early morning hours to travel on. How long would Shakira last on a bicycle wearing a bikini, at three in the morning, in almost any place and any road? Hyperspace is a dangerous place, right Oliver NSA North? Still brother, folks team up and as Misses Marola tried to tell me in 1969, “Mark, there is power in numbers, and how can you be the only one who is right if there are millions that are saying you are wrong”? Well, this principle does not work in Powerball lottery Jackpots, but with the majority of items in life, SHE IS TOTALLY ACCURATE, and we all know it, me included, Russ Thaxton, and Count Von Marcucci. Well Powerball Jackpots and Exploratronics is one thing, or really, TWO THINGS, and then came all of the other things. So it is safer to be in the group or in the club, or in the ESS! We may not know the individual as Tiberton E. Nurlo Junior, but who cares? We can at least begin to take that second big craw and leap out of the seas of our destiny-evolution, and realize that this group of game playing travelers, Irish call them IMPS, 'other-landers' have have other names; but they are so real, and this is all so true. What we all need to focus on now, is how to become a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E), and then, well Lennynick, we can move on with this later on. I don't want to miss my Law and Order shows coming on soon, and I want to fix me a little din-din and bring lovely eyes Betty Roaches Davis over. Yes peeps, know how to level the playing field, and then, the rules to the games change automatically. Not all peeps in the ESS want to invite peeps into this until THEY DECIDE when the time is right. Well, who made them god? They did. Now you can perceive me as the snake telling Eve these truths, all over again. I cannot help the way it looks, but I have an idea to fool around in your mind with, if you wanna'. Just as they gave us all psychiatry to label those who talk the way I do and many others do, they also gave us this Christianity Cult and it will stand strong until somebody with the balls to challenge the old truths comes along, someone like me, like you, who can know this? Still, they created that Eden Garden and snake so that when I try and tell Morianity to you all, folks can yell out, see, the prophets foretold about jerk offs like the Mountainpen. Hay, good move. I am not dealing with assholes, only the creators of everything, the gods, the ESS, ''WHATEVER'', Congressman Andrews, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Put
''THAT''
on
your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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