Good
day folks. I am still not ready to do the brain teaser thing with you
yet, and believe me, don't be in too big of a hurry for this to
start, it could very well alter your life no matter how you may
presently be scoffing at lil' ol' me. But we are going to quickly
engage in the continuation of the great game, great because it is HER
game, the Almighty SSJK's game, you know, GTNOTG, or spelled out, and
given to me in 1996 early on Saturday, Pearl Harbor Day, the seventh
of December, “GUESS GTHE NAME OF THE GUESTS”.
Underestimating the incredible stuff
behind what happened to me early on this day nearly twenty years ago,
would be a major mistake on humanity's part, I assure you, kind
friends.
JOURNAL
TAPE CASSETTE NUMBER EQUIVALENT 25,794
**********with
or without the print-zits**********
APRIL
25, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:08,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
OK
YOU
WANTED
IT;
HERE
IT
IS.
Guess
the name of the guests. What is this really all about? Well, I was
losing my sanity 100 times worse than anything in Florida, and it was
the end of the year 1986 and I was residing in a home in Somerdale,
New Jersey, that I purchased for 120 thousand dollars in late August
when it was settled on.
As
many following me know the deal that can never really be put out here
in one-two-three-four-five straight out ways or I would most likely
be shut down; I am having a direct contact and have been all my life,
with what the now defunct ''Project Bluebook'' folks, here in great
America call, the alien and saucer situation. Only with me, I do not
get that silly part of their game, and they are more straight up with
me and always have been, probably because of my exact standing in a
cosmic family on numerous fronts, IE, who I truly am, and am a part
of, and this is more than one ''who's'' by the way. Now so this blog
is not real long as it is not my intention to do a long blog, I will
just take the meat and strip out a lot of fat and gristle. When an
active dreaming exploratron who is controlling his or her dream, or a
(T3E) is inside an object, a person, or some other form of life,
there are things one can do to more properly deal with the situation,
and if anyone out here ever feel they just might be in the presence
of one of them abnd wish to try this out to get a reaction, be my
''guest''. A lot of this truly began in the 1970 summer time in a
town just to the south of world famous Atlantic City, New Jersey,
called Ventnor. In a wild dreaming interaction, I began to be with a
family against my will, of folks who were anything but pleasant to be
around. Put another way, if I already knew the exact numbers to a
Powerball Lottery Jackpot worth half a billion bucks, you could offer
me your wife and daughter as a twosome or any other thing imaginable
for a ticket that is anything other than that exact series of
numbers. Being with them was like having all these other tickets
thrown in my face and nothing at all that I could do about yet, while
knowing the one I did want and knowing all I had to do is walk a
block to the store and get the right one, Misses Marola Voicemail
Exploratronic 2009.
So
moving this along, if you meet that person someday that you just
might wish to try this on, be my GUEST. You will get that feeling of,
''Gee could there be a chance this is one of those T3E things that
Mountainpen talks about on his blogs''? When you do, never make eye
contact. Stalk them for a half a minute to a minute in a way they
cannot prove, the way they love to do with their victims. While you
do this, begin a line of thinking exactly like this. Begin with some
simple multiplication tables or adding 5 and 5 and then 10 and 10,
whatever is easiest for you. Whatever you do, block all thoughts that
you are intentionally doing anything, especially that you are in any
way aware of them. Just put it out of your mind and begin sort of
following where they are slowly walking, and begin this simple
mental silent arithmetic process. But after you do this a few times,
begin picturing a bunch of dogs all rolling around in a giant puddle
of loose messy mud, getting totally filthy. Then picture some birds
landing on them while they stand there, and these birds are changing
colors. Then shift this to a scene in your mind to you are suddenly
rolling down a big mountain, hitting trees and rocks and falling off
one cliff after another, and laughing and laughing while your blood
is pouring out of you and your broken bones are protruding out of
your normal skeletal form. Do all this in just 15 quick seconds and
then shift back to 2 times 2 is 4, 3 times 3 is 9 4 times 4 is 16,
and keep going back and forth. Then at the every end, make eye
contact while doing this same thing, only be in the cycle of the
ridiculous dogs rolling in the mud and the birds coming down and
changing colors, and you then rolling down off of a tall mountain,
laughing away, when in fact you should be petrified and screaming.
This will damage a TYPE-3Exploratron to the point that they will wake
up with a bang back in their parallel universe, leaving the person
you are standing next to literally in a shock as though they just
realize right this second that they themselves have awakened in this
place with you and they are in their skimpiest underwear. Do this
once, and you will e-mail me and sat to me, you wish to climb on
board my new religion, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE for all of us which it
most likely is already, anyway, unfortunately. Now if a machine acts
up and you want to see if a T3E is inside of uit dreaming from a
parallel universe, and doing this to you; speak to the machine, or if
it is an animal, speak to it. Calmly as if you are talking toy our
son or daughter about their day in school, and every bit as much as
ordinarily and calmly, begin saying stuff like, what is it like in
your universe, and how much longer do you think you will be dreaming
inside of my animal (cat) (dog) (bird) (hamster) whatever, or my (TV)
(RADIO) (KITCHEN APPLIANCE), whatever it may be. Speak to the T3E
inside, and be so matter of fact about it and calm, that since this
is so alien to a T3E for anyone to do this, again, it will have that
effect of waking them up with a bang. If they do not get out of your
(person or thing) around you, and you have followed these
instructions without fail and taking this all seriously, then you can
know it is not one of them doing this directly to you. But if
suddenly the machine repairs itself, or the person acts as though
they just came out of a million year trance on the back of a
dinosaur, then you know Morianity is real and true for one big thing,
and you also know that you can have power over these nasty teasing
Irish-Imps and whatever other civilizations have called these things
for a very long time; as you already know what Morianity calls them.
Now
soon to follow blogs are going to tell the exact instructions for
working the FASCITAR-6-10-system, how to beat the waking freeze fear,
how to control sleep after sleeping and waking up, and a lot more.
This is not for the faint hearted. Ask monster ass Lakehouse
Okay-2-Choke-me Nick. Or better still, distant Cuzz David; I can take
my washcloth lungs from 1970, 'booby'; and jail house 2010 Boo; and
scrub my hands real good, while my throat gets squeezed, and I get
major lied to, by mean nasty scary giant African Americans, toting
guns under their suit jackets, and calling themselves the
Rastafarian's; and all of this; while also simultaneously getting all
four of my automobile hubcaps hammered and broken, while I go inside
of a small psychic shop, Mister Games Expert Patrick Jane; to get a
Tarot Card reading, after leaving a swim and health club; and before
going home to a nice home cooked meal, from my nice whittle mommy, in
1996, and then 33 weeks later, along comes PEE, and more memory loss
for me at the great Sam and Son of Sam Highview Christy Cheers
Apartments, of good old giant WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN
police officer syndrome city (GWPOS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Someone
is watching my every move, as I am getting a MAJOR CRASH LEVEL
CHOPPER ASSAULT ON ME RIGHT NOW JUST SECONDS SHY OF 3 THIS AFTERNOON,
FAA, ACLU, FBI, & PAM BONDI STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL!!!!!!!
HELP!!!!
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