JOURNAL
TAPE 25,791
Well, a lot of my
peeps love to play head games with me, identifying them all as both
T3E whether they are consciously aware of it or not, as well as
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I only told half the story on the other blog
regarding losing all my bets one night at the Golden Nugget Casino in
Atlantic City in 1986, and the lights being mostly off in the
parking garage as some kind of a warning signal to me from DIANA.
Before I learned that the photo image on the meet more crackpots WFMU
radio page about me, had been removed; I saw for the first time ever,
when looking at the Jupiter Jetty Cam of the Weather-Bug, the entire
building overlooking the ocean to the right, some large condo
building, ALL THE LIGHTS WERE ON very brilliantly, you could not miss
the event. I was going over some documents in my open office file,
and first observed that, and then observed the missing image.
However, it is back, not the lights, but the image. After I said I
might go to Jupiter Inlet Jetty on my previous blog, if anyone
noticed this or not, I did, a MAJOR CHEMTRAIL ATTACK came all over
that area, and was very visible on the cam. Maybe if you read this,
you can use the controls offered by the WB system, to observe the
past 24 hours, and it allows you to stop and freeze as well, if I am
not mistaken, so you can prove to yourself, that as Mister Yogi Berra
said it so well a while back, “Some things are just too
coincidental to be a coincidence”. You believe whatever you like, I
personally go with Mister Berra.
Now
through Space-Time-Mind, I did not
remember yesterday, to finish the second part that was just told now,
regarding the building all lit up, sort of a reverse of all the
lights being out, that night in 1986, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I
did not plan or mean to forget, and what made me not say it all last
night was not a mental block or old age or brain damage, or any of
that. All these things are part of this incredible thing I have tried
unsuccessfully to share with this blind ignorant world in this
century, called by me, and Morianity; STM.
Bob FCC MCDOWELL old pal, the FAWCES are messing with my computer big
time on this blog, but them, they are doing stuff like this almost
all the time, so what really is so new here right now? STM is just
one part of the laws that exist in the Quantum-World and down towards
void infinity or zero dimension even further, into the gateway of the
Astral-Plane, or the plank world or spirit world. Let me show you a
few little brain teasers, and then, soon this blog will end forever,
as no one cares about any of this; and I am not here to twist your
freaking arms.
APRIL
22, 2014,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 10:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
Ladies
and gentlemen, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, many many things;
and since no one seems to care; then I am closing this blog down. It
is time for me to go to Mexico,
and I need to save, so I must stop paying for telephone and internet
and all unnecessary utilities.
Since
Saturday night, hardly any of my viewers have been up on my blog,
maybe ten in 72 hours. Photos come and go to make me look stupid, and
zillions of other things that are not worth
my time and energy belly aching about. But I WILL NOT sit here and be
anyone's emmereffing fool, THAT
you can know and believe, whoever is up here reading MORIANITY for
darn near a hundred freaking months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diseased
dirt bag sub scum have enjoyed messing with me and teasing me for
nearly sixty freaking years now, and I am not going to put up with it
any more. I will just close this junk down and it will be your loss,
not mine. Between all the hacking, the Microsucks updates crap,
people all being in some weird collusion, and refusal by anyone to
communicate with me by phone, e-mail, or any other possible source,
then what am I left to believe but you are all a bunch of OTAMMITE
ENEMIES, you tell me what you would be thinking in my place, go
ahead? I am not some mother fucking retard.
I
will get to the brain teasers, first, I knew some really nasty crap
was in store for me a couple days back, when coming out of a wild
location in hyperspace or to quote human beings, when I woke up from
some wild dreams. I had somehow signed up for a stint in the army, in
a very weird parallel universe. There some some complicated laws that
made a lot of crazy things happen, and I never left Florida in that
reality, but still had my 1983 choking condition, and was my current
age, and my occupation appeared to be an assistant train engineer,
whether freight or passenger or both, I do not know, as I only
remember being in the front car with my boss, and it was the train
that ran to Atlantic City, passing Hammonton and Ancora and Berlin,
in New Jersey, and while passing Ancora towards Hammonton, Lightning
Goddess Diana began crossing the sky in huge balls, and landing on
telephone wires. One of the balls then suddenly leaped right into the
train through the open window on my side, and into a machine I had
sitting next to me, anchored to the dashboard controls. A face popped
up and it was her, my baby blond, and her voice from when she was
three years old here in waking reality in newest form, and only the
U.S. © Office has this cassette of her voice, and know what is going
on. She could speak to me without any codes, and I to her, and we had
a very wild talk, while my boss thought nothing of it and was
whistling some tune as the train headed east towards Hammonton. Two
days later, at the Publix, I saw this man here, at the Publix Grocery
Store on Route 1 in Fort Pierce, walking up an aisle I was in, and
whistling the very sdame tune. I pretended not to recognize him as he
slowly walked past me. You do not need to know any more right now. I
hope some of you see what you are all going to be missing when I shut
down next week forever, as if you are not interested, or are all just
enemies, then who am I trying to speak to, and why am I wasting all
of this freaking time? A moron child can see that something beyond
huge is all building up into some unthinkable and unfathomable beyond
wild crescendo, and I thought others might be interested, but I see I
am dead wrong. Then again, for all I know, I am a rat in a huge
surreal cage, and all of you everywhere, whether conscious to it or
not, are my captors and observers, laughing at me and testing the lab
rat on various running wheels. My body is under attack by aerial
poison as I speak now, I am coughing and hacking and I always know
when I am breathing in poisonous toxins that are slowly wiping out my
DNA and turning my physical body into worthless maggots.
I
feel too fucked up right now to say the shit I was going to say about
teasing your brain and proving a lot of my stuff beyond the shadow of
doubt, so it will just have to wait for another time. I will tell
this much as a pure revenge tactic on whatever and whoever is hurting
me with such a mother fucking powerful passionate vengeance. I told
you how we all are moving in conscious fractional motions of about a
little over 400 instants per minute, but did I tell you that
personality is more than our biological computer minds living through
sensory environments? It is also a reality, that the exact processing
speed of our sixth dimensional receivers or BRAINS, makes us unique
as far as having totally different personalities, even if we
experienced totally duplicate stimulus. Roughly about 390-450
instants per second is our processing speed, consciously, the exact
reason that out of all possible planetary diameters, our Earth being
about 8,000 miles and thus approximately just under 25,000 miles
around, allows us to be in REAL TIME as one world. Anything further
away in space than 25,000 miles is out of real-time. It is in a
delay. You look at the night sky and never ever will see what truly
exists, only a huge illusion. You look back into time, literally as
you peer out into the vast darkness. This is because of Lawtronics
that set the speed of light at an exact velocity, and is why we all
live here on a world not half or double this size. But if you could
build a non biological machine such as our silicon computer minds, to
be equal to even a three year old, and placed these machines in
robotic bodies that were able to really sense their environment, they
would develop human type emotions, just as would the 3 three year old
human. This was not known until about ten years ago or less, because
all the most powerful machines put together were still on the level
of a one year old at best. In our lifetimes, barring some disaster
man made or non man made, if things progress along as they have for
about 100 years, we will all come to see machines surpassing the
human brain, and the emotions of these android entities will also be
greater than ours as they get better and better. There is an exact
ratio and proportion to how much computer power and sensory
attachment capability that can be constructed, with how evolved the
actual full range of beingness that includes a full range of all of
our so-called human emotions, comes into play. We are evolving, but
unfortunately, are too stupid to see that we are allowing the machine
brains to evolve faster than we can in a curve that is due to
equalize in most of our lifetimes. The dangers that await humanity
are inconceivable. The ony other argument that can possibly put the
ESS out of business, is more along this and the Doctor Bruce Goldberg
concepts. In our ignorance, we cannot physically figure out how to
make travel into the past a reality, and we do not want to accept
that it can eventually be done, because of a fear called paradox.
There is no paradox in five dimensions. Hyperspace is one huge
endless overdubbing process like sound engineers in an eternal music
studio, endlessly mixing and remixing all sorts of musical tracks.
The studios do not explode, and nobody ends up flying off the other
side of the heavens. Half of the universes in hyperspace have
electrical charges in their atoms that work in one polarity, and the
other half, in the opposite polarity. Each polarity runs time in one
direction, and to each other's perspective, they are running in
reverse to their forward normal reality. To go backward into time,
you merely move into one of these parallel universes and travel very
fast, and then come back to where you were, or would have been.
Reality breaks apart 420 times every minute without anyone traveling
out of their regular time. Should someone in fact do so, they are
never in danger of causing the great time travel paradox. These
changes occur without any traveling at all. In the plank world,
forces cause this all to happen with no altering of regular running
time. So should we alter that into an irregular time, what we do now
or later or what we did, happens fifth dimensionally endlessly, never
rewriting anything in lower dimensionality, hence, no worrying about
going back an hour and shooting yourself dead. If you do, that you is
dead and the you with the shooting gun is moving along in a totally
different parallel reality, it changes whether we travel or don't
travel, 420 times every minute.
FUCKING
WHORE JANE
just got me with eleven of eleven; so I will compensate now with my
fives. Every cunt lapping day in 2014 is BOTBAR, I've not seen life
this mother fucking way since August of 1986 and the days of REAL
GOOD GIRL! So
there is nothing new going on, world. The fifth dimension has been
here forever, in fact, ''forever'' simply fits neatly into the FIFTH
DIMENSION, with or without topics, sports, women, or solid gold bars,
lovely Miss Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN
SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND
PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE
HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl Rhonda, from Jamaica
puts it, in MC's OHM-9 great movie; we will explore this. Maybe not
right now because I feel like a fucking Mack Truck hit me, and this
has been a horrible fucking month, year, decade, century, millennium,
and infinity, so let us leave that right there.
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I
HATE YOUR ROTTEN GUTS JANE FONDA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I can tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as
PP's Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined.
That, as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a
whole lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this
present second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with
anything, you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than
it is. Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely
organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute
and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew
into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the
mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey; I
needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on Planet
Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that psychiatry
had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to collect
disability, and to the world, I had become not only the crazy nut I
always was basically considered to be, but now I was LEGALLY
CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to people who
find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total ''NO-NO''
things to be found out. The difference with me on all of this is
something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This entire deal
was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of each and every
one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I could
legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just look
like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in his
marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time Travelers
From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final paragraph
peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key into me, and
into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret worlds that
surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved, maybe you can
learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful super daughter
MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about, I promise. If all this
does is save you from being me, then my hell on earth as
present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something, folks! Learn
how not to behave at the store, little children, by observing that
screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and is taking all of
our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual good folks, I
know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps, they head
scratch and say, “say what, what's being said buttwipe
Mountainpen''? Well, there is still hope for those who have
miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I
hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done just
that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from
Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you'd hear that
coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well
I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the
retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I
was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra
anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34945
I
can say without a question, that even beyond my choking condition
that lasted for life, and my nightmare crossover into hell in 1986
from some weird strange ''dreaming'', that these two events, huge as
they are; both are simply existing inside of this early December of
1982 situation, at this auto repair garage place near the
intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road, in Magnolia,
New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from Robin Hill
Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it came to
doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way, focusing much
more on the two large incidents that followed my becoming connected
with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson, and then his
two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. All this led to my
losing a reliable vehicle, my 1978 Chevy Nova, for a beat up rotten
clunker Pontiac Bonneville that looked like it belonged crushed
between two powerful electromagnets at an auto graveyard. Then this
led to my having nothing but breakdowns and monster ass car
troubles, including what led me shortly thereafter to meet the owner
of the Hammonton Texaco, a crazy wild
character by the name of ''Jerry'', who was literally, over a period
of 10 weeks or so, making my life, and the life of my mother; a
living burning nightmare fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or
could seem to help us against this horrible fucking sick young
monster, who held the power of life and death, literally over our
heads, and was actually torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways
inconceivable. Everyone needs a car, and he was keeping us from
having ours. And this all started, because
I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in springtime 1984.
Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in coincidences, when you
truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart, sir??????????
The
world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of
things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists;
kaplooey, it all becomes filled with static and chaos allover again.
All things so far in eight plus years of these blogs, pertaining to
the religion for the third millennium, or Morianity; every so
often, will begin to reflect a pretty dam good basic structure, as
to most of the possible mechanics behind all of the ''Y'S'' that lay
behind it all. Then I relax with the television, some educational
television that is, documentaries, normally found on Public
Broadcasting Network, Science Channel, or History Channel, last
night or early this morning, being a prime and perfect example. I
have come to firmly believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burr
back in middle 1983 somewhere; has two very different parameters of
force that is and always has, ruined and wrecked any chance for me
to have any normalcy or happiness whatsoever, no matter what the
cost may need to be for these plotters, to continuously stalk me and
in an unfathomably unrelenting way, keep me down and out and about
as close to death without actually dying, as would be humanly
imaginable, even taxing the great 'imaginations' of the greatest
fiction writers of the past 90 years or so! I also do not totally
believe that one of these forces needs to be in league with the
other one, nor do they have to operate in any way whatsoever that
would be considered dependent on each other, and along this line.
This much I have come to learn in the past 24 hours, just from a
couple hours of viewing some educational television. Learning small
things that many of you would totally mock and laugh at, such as an
employee of NASA, or the extra lettered twin of a sort, of the
Snowed-In Agency of never saying anything, having the name of Donna
Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra coincidence possibilities for me,
yet I haven't started to talk. I also learned that a hacker who
broke into the NASA system files in the beginning of this great
third millennium, was named Gary McKinnon, you just cannot stop
rolling in the cosmic aisles on this one, Gary as in both Star Trek
episodes, “Mission Earth” all about NASA, with Gary-7, and then
the earlier episode in 1966 with Gary Mitchell, who developed the
same eyes that my 2010-2011 local pal had, call them glare eyes, but
they are the same. Then the show following this one was more than a
game changer for me. I know very little about cults, but I do know
that Dick Wolf and his “L&O” gang make it their bizz to know
about any and all major things that in any way are reflective of
current sociological situations and difficulties, and make a vast
majority of their great television shows with plots that definitely
surround these items, the biggest one being, the trouble with
terrorism and the after World Trade Center incident. This is all
fine and well, but these are top world events, and these same movers
and shakers seem to know more about me than I know about myself, and
then there is there wonderful episode about the cult they named
''Systemotics''. No one can prove it, but a child of mental moron
status can see through this clever alteration. Now I do not know
squat, nor care to at any time ever for that matter; about cults, be
it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many consider Eckankar to be
only I disagree for reasons that should become obvious in a few
seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or Scientology, and along
these lines, now when I hear established people talking Stockholm
Kidnapping type things, that is when I can relate personally.
Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are there for a seeker
and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings. To me, this is
real power, when they do not care who comes, or who goes, as they
are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of this
blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound
recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally
can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of
you have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a
comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two
statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present
day global culture and concepts with religions and cults,
Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9
centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system
world wide, as it went from cult to the roman Catholic church, which
today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic
AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be
feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over.
Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and
close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more
secret cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have
you targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be
totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever
work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and
hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not
as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one
of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the
hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for
reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to
imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on
this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that
all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF
PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a
higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always
doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog
also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen
peeps reading it and they for the very most part without any
exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all
the others listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be
named; compare to a few kids on the beach having the time of their
life in the surf and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am
entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine
octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my
actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on
Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June
and into the first third of July, back in 1970.
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