JOURNAL
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This was a
very whacky weird day, even for freaking me. It would just waste a
lot of your time and mine to go into the specifics, but I'll cover
some stuff that is pertinent to the overall flow of these eight plus
years of blogs. I will not nor ever will, keep anyone in the dark,
who genuinely wishes to learn great truths, and grow to all new and
unimaginable heights. I do not know anything in and of myself. Still,
the Wicca Religion would be in basic agreement with me, when I tell
you that when you know it to be true, and wish to be one and the same
thing with our concept of ''the gods'', it does become so. This does
not mean you can wake up the next day and be Superman or know the
future, or anything like this. It also does not mean you cannot.
What I am saying cleverly here is that some special things can never
be taught. It is like trying to gaze at very faint stars in the night
sky. If you look dead on at one, your eye will not hold the image.
But look just off of it, and you wil actually see it much stronger
and better focused. There are things that cannot be classroom shown
and spoken with a teacher saying blah-blah-blah, and the students
getting the information into their minds. There are things so
incredible that the teacher must keep speaking around the center of
what is being imparted, and then eventually, those meant to accept
and receive the lessons, will have a better shot of seeing for
themselves, their own unique understanding that no two will ever
share in the exact same way. In regular lessons, we learn the letters
go A,B,C,D, and so forth and that 5 plus 5 is ten. This is the same
truth for all 10 or 50 or 100 or 1000 that may be sitting there
listening to the teacher. Things grow weird and complex when for
Susie, 3 and 3 is 8, and for Billy, 3 and 3 is 8 and a half, and for
Mack, it is 25 and a quarter. You may say to yourself this is totally
ridiculous and that I need to pay a visit to an old camp counselor of
mine, speaking of Mack. But that will clear up if you are one who is
ever destined to get any real power in Morianity. If not, well, then
it won't. That now is a 1 and 1 is 2 thing, folks.
Now
when I got up to begin Thursday, it was about a quarter past ten.
Within an hour or so, about a half dozen annoying things all had
happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom. I thought, uh-oh, here we go right
off the bat, this is going to be a tensed stomach muscles day,
waiting for continuous powerful gut blows from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.
But it totally stopped at around half past eleven, and was dead as
'Marley's Scrooged doornail', until recently at about half past
midnight on this now early Friday morning. Suddenly I had video
problems, my dirt bag uncouth GUEST-NABE yelled and slammed, and a
few other things all happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom, just like late
yesterday morning when my day at just begun. When my assaults come,
ever since this all seemed to start, on August 15, 1986; it has been
this way in a major freaking preponderance. Something begins out of a
quiet nothing, and then, pow, another thing, then another, and this
can go on and on, until finally, it stops, suddenly, poof, all done,
until that is, it starts up all over again, somewhere down the mother
fucking line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To put it mildly and extremely
politely, this is very fucking cunt annoying, nearly 28 years of
whatever this god dam shit really is all around me, call it
quintessential-weird, call it dog shit on rye bread for all I give a
hoot-pollute, Ziggy Beaches!!!!!!!!
Now
I will tell a little bit tonight along the lines of a few new things,
after I get all the standard old bizz out of the way, to quote a
minutes meeting.
APRIL
25, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 1:25,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
Nothing
I now say is news to me, and I have sat on shit like this since at
least 1980, and major stuff all fits together in ways beyond what
anyone can imagine, but we wil leave that part of shit blank for now.
Notice how something that comes on television, it can be a n ad-spot,
a news item, anything, but if I make mention of it, it is pulled off
for a cooling off period, and then if I do not speak of it again, it
is resumed as if nothing ever happened? No, I bet none of you ever
noticed it, but I notice it, as it has been going on for three and a
half mother fucking decades. No connections in any way with me, are
allowed to exist. Make him vanish, disappear, and be done away with.
Make him look like a fucking nut, right Doctor Time Travel
Goldberg???????????????????? Just as with the musical project, Billy
Harner 2000. It doesn't exist says the world. But the Copyright
Office knows better, and so does the company in Pennsauken, New
Jersey, called, Discmakers, on Route 130. http://www.billyharner.com/
oh but this is but one example. We have hundreds folks, literally.
Another is the great Congressman Andrews, my 1980 vocalist on two of
my copyrighted tunes, Long Eriver Blues, and Love So High.
'DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD',
the song has been sung over and over, and I have nothing to prove to
a single person on Planet Earth. All of the Copyright Office staff,
knows well, what is going on all around me, and it is all, and will
always be, none other than EXPLORATRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WFMU RADIO
Comments:
This
fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him
for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and
yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end.
You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
Posted by: Razzy McThaxton March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Oh
well, the ancient Chinese knew what was happening, thousands of years
ago. But if you think any of this is the kicker for this blog, you
have only but begun your trek into it good people, and all named
Karen as well!!!!!!!!!!
Every
place I ever go to live, it is always the same LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS
HACKER thing, good folks. It never ever stops for one very good
reason That believe it or not I figured out in late 1985 somewhere
after my first move into the Highview Cheers Apartments of
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey. This also led to me figuring out
parallel event as it applies to roulette gaming!!!!!!!! If you are
looking for fancy bullshit today, forget it, I am here to tell you
some truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TIME
is not a complex or wild and bizarre thing, folks. It is just a
spatial relationship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
us go on with the MEDIA and so-called free press. Free is as relative
as all things not going at the speed of light. The story about the
girl who punched the guy to death vanished into thin air. Why?
Because it vindicates me and stuff I claim all happened to me and
happens to me. Don't let that bastard mother fucker Mark Wayne Mohr
ever be vindicated or prove himself to the world. That';s a fucking
must, good folks. That is top ultimate ass priority, YO. They think I
don't know all this? SHEEEEEIT almighty, or maybe they could care
less that I am aware of all this or naut, Miss Blake. After-all,. Who
listens to a certified crackpot looney nutcase????????????????? And
if I was not using a computer to blog, there would obviously be more
fucking news on the news, regarding this latest Microsucks Update
crap, that has my machine as fucked up as a busted fucking over
flowing toilet at light speed squared!!!
Did
somebody say fucking
“WOW”?
DON'T
FREAKING LISTEN TO MY MESSAGE. THAT IS ENTIRELY UP TO EVERYONE OF
YOU. BUT YES LOVELY ARM BREAKER GINA FROM THE NINETIES, I TOLD
THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ANY TIME ANYONE WANTS TO EVER TRY AND PROVE ME
WRONG, THE ENTIRE WRLD KNOWS EXACTLY WHERE TO FIND ME, NOT JUST THE
CHEMTRAIL AGENTS FROM 2012!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
had just mother fucking written down, “YOU MISSED ME” to Jane the
Sleaze water witch bitch of 1993 baseball parks, Rosa and Rosa-lee
from National Park, speak of epitomized weirdness from the middle
nineties, huh Bjork? Somehow the program in this word office fucking
crap is screwing me. What else is new, my lovely auto reverse
electronic miracles, huh Pope Canon?????
Well
at least it is not summer time in 2008 where I
NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK,
NEVER. I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4
HELP!!!!!!!!! I have no memory of shutting down the TV set or
removing eyeglasses or falling into my bed, only that suddenly the TV
was off, my glasses were on my face, I was or had been dead asleep,
and all devices were indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that
my fan had gotten knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they
both were laying flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen also
without memory of ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no
panacea. I had a small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere;
but out of nowhere at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm
went off. No matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not.
Shades of my Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my
middle thirties for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original
American Security outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers. Just 2
and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash level plane
flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND
CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I come
home and eat a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice and turn on the
TV. The next thing I know it is hours later, I am laying stretched
out, eyeglasses on my face still, and stuff knocked over on the
floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place, so that the
fan is blowing air onto me again, and I can resume sleeping a while
longer; I instantly knew that I was
right back in this building, a medical place with 6-9 rooms that went
more into each other and did not contain a lot of hallways.
Mariah Carey was there, and her driver, a man about medium build and
bright
glaring type of eyes,
just over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but
not overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who is heavy set, is
sort of in charge at this place, neck line hair length, strawberry
type of color, and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I
kept telling her I am not closing them, the wind was blowing quite
strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open windows
in these rooms, and forcing doors to swing shut, but she continued 2
insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me about how
much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were problems that
she said she wanted 2 tell me about, but could not at the moment; as
'he' would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She half smiled
and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about five feet
five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a crew cut,
dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on them, and a green
jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere, many bright white
circles with black lines running through them, 3 of them, like a
triple X. She told me that she is here on this same day each week for
some medical reason, and I think she told me but I cannot pull that
part of the interaction up now, back in waking life. The buildings of
the city were visible from windows, yet the area was in a country
setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New York City or
not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she wanted me 2 know
she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her plans, and I kept
insisting that I trust her implicitly but know quite well, that what
she thinks of as PLANS, IC as GAMES, and reminded her of the 65-70
years when she was here B4 playing her games with me from a city just
100 or so miles away down the coast. She smiled at me and said, “U
mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?” I
said, “4 starters, yes”. She went on to tell me that until the
shellfish as she called him while looking his way, is out of my way,
I can tell U no more about it. She
said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew
both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in
‘83. Jesus Christ Almighty, these pricks were in the school bus
business, like Julia White and Trinidad Sat Nurine and his German
Submarines, all creepy crawly things and Richard Marcucci! All this
time I did not realize this was glarry eye Billy Crouch, who knew the
family well, and told me so in twenty eleven upon several occasions.
The Epitome of Harassment – Internet Version
Saturday, June 21, 2008---
Holy
mother of goddess, if this is not more than enough to maker a person
part with his sanity, pray tell, what the shit is, kind wonderful
folks out here, YO??????????????????
I am going to crash
out and take lovely Diana to one of her fave waterfalls, and love her
all night long and forever. Oh my lightning, I will always love you
so, and precious I need your codes to show. (Song lyrics from one of
my 1983 projects)
I WAS SO SCARED
THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE HE FAVORITE GAME SHE'D PLAY, AS HER 1-2-3 KEPT
SIGNALING ME, SHE WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah,
why shouldn't I “GET SO MAD” Microsucks Corporation, and song
thieves??????
Hay
Venus; tell your Cuzz Diana, I love her beyond words!!!!
AN
OLD SIXTIES SONG APPLIES HERE, CALLED, “I
THINK I'M GOING OUT OF MY HEAD”,
AND NO, I DID NOT WRITE IT.
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THOUGHT IT WAS 1-2-3 DIANA, WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA,
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olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows: At the risk of sounding
negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is that you cannot
be sure of anything.
Now
before we complete the blog, please see this:
Governor
Jesse Ventura talks about time travel, in ways that totally connect
up with stuff from my own personal life; including the chance that
his own distant relative, Salvador, was sent to me in 1965, to show
me, and not Miss Wescott; how to tap my fingers in really cool ways,
so that 'lightning' will respond to this, up in 1983; on a telephone
receiver. Do not bother clicking here, the site was removed, slow
Bobby; but maybe our pal fast Jesse will wrestle around with us later
on, watch out for Elisa, big boy.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
DON'T
LOOK ON THE NET FOR MY MUSIC, I HAVE TAKEN IT ALL DOWN.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!
''NOTHING
LASTS FOREVER''.
Of
course 'forever' is just a silly illusion that exists inside a very
few spatial dimensions but who's counting, 1969 Russ Thaxton, and
1982 Adam Pandora?????????????????
OH
SILWEE WABBIT WHAT DO YOU WANT WIZME?
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Atlantic
County is unique in New Jersey, in that it is home to Atlantic City,
the only municipality in the state where casino gaming is
permitted. Thirteen casino/hotels, which attract more
than 34 million visitors each year, currently operate in Atlantic
City. Those numbers are in addition to the many seasonal
tourists who visit Atlantic County each summer. Their
numbers dwarf the figure of 271,015 permanent residents of our
county and contribute significantly to the need for prosecutorial
and related criminal justice services provided by this office.
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New Jersey Constitution provides that each county shall have a
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prosecuted exclusively by the County Prosecutor except in those
cases where the Attorney General may choose to supersede.
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reasonable and lawful diligence for the detection, arrest,
indictment and conviction of offenders against the law.
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Office of the Prosecutor in Atlantic County is located in Mays
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City.
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Assistant Prosecutor, Chief of County Detectives, 7 Chief
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lieutenants, 19 sergeants, 45 detectives and 15 agents.
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To the north across the Mullica River and Greate Bay is found
Burlington and Ocean Counties. Atlantic County covers a
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GET
IT YET, GREAT VIEWERS???????????????????
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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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