JOURNAL
TAPE 25,808
I
think that there are more exploratrons of the type-3 nature here in
my waking life who are what I have called my ''BLOGAUD'' for quite
some time now, than there for me to deal with when I place my head on
a group of pillows and shut my eyes for a period of time. I put up
blogs that I work very hard to do that I think will make more folks
come up to read and view the stuff, and they get practically ignored.
Then other blogs that are way more blah-blah-blah nothing blogs, at
least comparatively speaking next to the ones just mentioned; and
they get a hundred or more hits that day. This is some form of
teasing IMHO, but no matter, I will not be discouraged, and will go
on just doing what I feel needs be done, as always, not all that
different from just about anyone who is basically free and not in
prison on a fixed rigid schedule of regulated life to the maximum.
Hay I never am here to twist one single arm, first off, I do not have
to because I am telling a true story that cannot be learned or found
anywhere else on the entire internet and for those of great majority
population who couldn't care less, fine and dandy, and have a
wonderful nice life. Secondly, even if I did care, I am not able to
twist arms, and have the physical strength of the average nine year
old small child, on my best days. So that as they say, Mizz
Whalehicks-86, is that, or as Ziggy would say, That's the way it
goes, or as the great KINGS and clan might put it, in most recent
lingo, It is what it is, or code 25-134. These are not codes I share
so secretly with this lovely creature, folks, still; they are what
they are, WHAAAAAAAAA, and all light-bulbs!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millenium 3, Old Testament 1995
MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENIUM THREE:
Friday, September 22, 2006
Morianity Bible
There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do
not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick
giant army of pure wicked slime-bags, wrecking every facet of my life. It
worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and
much will be spoken of, regarding this horrific nightmare.
The
Tallosions of the fictional Star Trek television show are nothing
more than the T3E, AKA the ESS and we all know what that is, the
great almighty EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
Oh
ffffffufufufufudge the world, Mister child molester Tom Reale of
Southeast New Jersey. Even though the Morianity Bible was not yet
where things are presently, take this discrepancy and begin to see
how I will be in places not fathomable to Gary Trek Mitchel
Croucheyes, in another 100 months.
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material objects wearing out and stopping. A powerful controlling
force is doing all of this to us and it has no right at all. As if
anyone out here cares about any of this, dear diary-journal, King
Woooooooooooooolf Fakecircles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My
situation in infinity, and the reality that PHASE-4-ENTITIES and
type-3-EXPLORATRONS are indeed all around us, whether we know and
believe any of it or naut, miss AT&T BLAKE from that great
awesome nightmare year of CHOKE-83:
IF
YOU ENJOY REALLY SUPER COOL BLOGS, CLICK ON THIS WONDERFUL DREAMING
RESIDENT FROM DOGTOWN WHO IS NOW AMONGST US, IF IN NO OTHER WAY, AS A
P4E (PHASE-4-ENTITY).
DALMATIANS, their true origin far from Earth, in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Still, the link below takes you all to a really cool co-blogger of mine at BLOGGER, check it out. You will be glad you did, it is really a cool blog.
Another place you might have seen these spotted dogs
was in the two Disney movies. The first one,101 Dalmatians,was
animated, and it came out in 1961. It was based on a 1956 novel by
Dodie Smith. The second movie, 102 Dalmatians, came out in
1996, and it had real dogs and actors in it, including Glenn Close as
Cruella De Vil. I only mention Glenn Close because she
is one of Mom's favorite actors.
THERE
ARE SOME REALLY COOL ENTITIES ON THIS PLANET, FOLKS!!!!!!!
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You forgot your mom's
birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An
angry mother.
At the risk of sounding
negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot
be sure of anything. Sorry lovely TWINBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TIME
AND DATE AND TEMPERATURE OF MY LOCALITY:
MAY
7, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 3:33,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
In
or out of all great GOODWILL STORES, kind folks and whoever is really
out here, when
enough stuff keeps happening in the real world
that insists
that something is there, then you are not imaging it. These are or
were, the great words of wisdom, not of John Lennon, not of Richard
Marcucci, not even of Misses Marola; but of the
most glass half full person you will ever come to meet;
Mister David
Leigh Smith, back
in autumn 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
Sir
ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH,
PROGRAMMING OVERRIDE, or maybe still today if the dude is alive!
Yes,
many folks have come to Fort Pierce, following me down here
literally. Some my distant family, some part of the ESS naturally,
and still others, whoever and whatever they REALLY are, some are the
soldiers on my side of this army-fight, praise the
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, to get into to much when I am this
weak, beginning the 28th
mother fucking day of last August in 2013, as you all know, or should
know unless someone is totally new to the blogs and Morianity and
Mountainpen, as you all know my problem with MUSIC, only none of us
really can know WHY this music problem exists, but a child on moron
pills can see it plain and clear as days spent with Johnny Nash. In a
super compressed nutshell my good folks, here is what I can, and
thus, WILL say and tell right now before closing out this blog for
this night. SSJKK wants me to know who she is, back as Sarah Nurockey
in the sixties of Atlantic City, as well as early in the seventies in
Coolie Hall of Haddonfield, New Jersey, as another Sarah, Mizz beyond
super girl white hot Jacobson. Then there is now, which until the
middle and late nineties, I was as clueless to this newest and
latest incarnation on her part, as a new born baby would be to the
great formula of E=MC SQ. BUT
little by little; she did things, that made me know, that she indeed,
is my SARAH
KRASSLE;
and she can just go on denying it all she wants to; because we both
know it is true. When I went walking underneath Central Pier, I never
hit my head on a low beam. Paula King, street name when my kid's mom
was in that area and at that time and having marital woes and was
philandering around without ever leaving her house many times, as a
what else, T3E, still, one year after she had her way with me on the
first Saturday in July's 1969 year, she popped up again, most likely
exploratronically. She entered into my head and made me believe that
I had hit a low cement beam underneath the pier. Then she told me
that she did what she did a year ago from this early July morning ion
1970 and that I may want to know that I have a very lovely non Amanda
Harris Jones daughter, State Police of New Jersey and government
intimidations clubs of the north. When I was later on walking down
Tennessee Avenue still dazed from it all, no copyright Office, the
thrill of my life did not come along, only thoughts in my head that I
have to be imagining this, as it is so fucking totally crazy. The
only problem was that I was holding onto a newspaper that this lovely
woman had given to me. It was the Wildwood Press, dated one of the
first 6 days in July of 1970, please do not ask me which one, I
merely have a powerful memory that it was somewhere between the first
and the sixth day, and it could have been any one of these six. This
paper was inside of a thin box. It had buttons to touch and was
filled with bright blue and yellow prompts. I remember getting to
Pacific Avenue and catching the Jitney-Bus south to Cornwall Avenue,
and going home before going out and swimming again. I also remember
having a towel with me, and wrapping this thing up inside of this
large white towel, and before leaving the area of the Central Pier, I
also took a short dip in the sea. When I had come back from my second
swim, and walked back to child molester Thomas J. Reale's rental
property where he had me staying, and abused me sexually, twice in
there; first by hand, and second orally; I took a nap and got up and
it was around 7 in the evening. Ziggy had just told me to get lost as
many who know my ugly story of 1979, know all about this. He was my
boy-hero, and I cried every day and night and could not figure out
why he told me to ''Go home'' and would not speak to me any longer.
Later of course, I learned, not from my mom going back and talking
with him, as he never dared tell the total truth to the ugly
monstrous things going on in Atlantic City, but I learned he wanted
me home and out of there, not just to be with peeps my own age more,
or because he was concerned about Reale the molester, not that these
things were not more than sufficient. Ziggy and Trinidad Hotel
Manager Soifer, and Restaurant Owner Pincus, all three right within a
few years of all of this shit in 1970, died from a horrible form of
what is known as Galloping Cancer, a type of cancer that is on
steroids and runs much faster than ordinary cancers, taking a patient
to the grave in record times. Ziggy supposedly died in 1973, and
Pincus and Soifer, all went within a year one way or the other of
Ziggy. These three dudes all knew what had happened to me with Tom
Reale, and were now considered by Chicago Mob Boss Gallagher, to be
extremely dangerous loose ends. They never died of fucking galloping
cancer, all were murdered and died really horrific agonizing deaths.
My old blogs from 2006-2009 speak about all this hellish nightmarish
shit time and time again, it is all there to be archived by any one
of you at any time. The ESS is powerful and something connected to
all of it had to be covered up. One of these travelers had obviously
somehow managed to bring back to 1970 physically, what now in 2014
and form the past few years, is called, a ''TABLET''. Only this
tablet was very advanced, containing the PEEF, or the PEE FEATURE. I
remember to this very minute in future time, folks, the word on the
side of this thing that I used to just call the Wildwood Press paper
placed inside of some weird thin box containment. By tapping certain
keys, you became a part of this networking cloud system and actually
were mentally transported into it where it was simulating reality as
if you were there. I can only wonder if the logo PEEF meant anything
to do with my genius computer younger daughter, lovely PEE. In 1970,
she was not close to being born, this would be almost 27 years out in
the future on March 29 of 1997. Well cut it and cook any way you
like, Gene Roddenberry and Paula Patton, it seems a lot of great
folks have enjoyed the Squire Garth Trilane from 900 light years
away, and his famous words to poor old Kirk: DIE,
DIE, DIE,
oh
great Trilane Squire Patton Chef.
Now if I were at a Hyundai factory, back in OHM-6; I called always
just go ahead and DUH-DUH-DUH, along with all great HYPER SPACE ME'S,
right Mister Disney, YO???????????????
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was that you said to my mom, Doctor 1984? ''That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.''
Oh
yes, that was it, DAVID CHARLES ROTH, ''BOOM'' ©!!!! What
WILL BE my problem
in two dozen years, and that should have been what this great
freaking discussion was all about back then, ''I
WAS
KINDNAPPED
BY THE MIGHTY KING BRANCH OF TAWF-70''
INSTRUCTIONS
FOR USING THE MOST POWERFUL INFORMATION ON THIS PLANET, THE ONE AND
ONLY *FASCITAR
OF 1969*:
There
is no record now of the 'FASCITAR'. However, all one needs to do to
prove this is not made up, is find out in the late sixties or the
start of the seventies somewhere, at the US Copyright Office, just
who indeed was the author of these words of secret and ancient
wisdom, and then remember that Morianity merely tells about this, and
reminds anyone interested, that one more part of this great truth and
secret needs to be applied, a secret for whatever the possible
reasons, was omitted from any ODF the original texts, and a secret
that without knowing it, wipes out the true total benefit of using
this ability. 'HACK FUCKING ATTACK', both on this blog, as well as on
my other blog before this one, chapter 146, the famous {ODF}
bullshit. I said it was OMITTED FROM ANY (OF), AND NOT ANY
(ODF)!!!!!!!!!! This fucking 'BUT' attack of the after-library-days,
is major on my mother fucking nerves, peeps, YO!!!!!! If I could line
up whoever is doing this against my wall right now, I swear they
would be tortured slowly to death, the way Bin Laden is being
tortured right now, despite all this hocus pocus you see in the
media. sheeeeeeeeeeit. The original teachings said the following
things. Lay still on your bed in darkness and quiet, uninterrupted.
Think about whatever would make you feel totally devinly blissful,
and once in this state, without moving one muscle in your body, do
the following exercise: Pick a place and a time that you wish to
visit. While staying in that state of mental bliss, imagine that your
spiritual doppelganger or (Astral Body) is oozing out of you like a
tube of toothpaste if stepped on by a 400 pound person right at the
bottom inch of it with the cap off. As your mind's eye perceives
this, imagine going to the place you want to be, only not the you in
the bed, but the ghost double of yourself. Pick out who you would
see, and what might happen; and then replay this fantasy ten times,
repeating it precisely, hence, you cannot make it some ultra
complicated James Bond plot. Keep it short and sweet and simple. When
this is all finished up, after roughly 10-40 minutes, depending on
the length of your fantasy, you then go to stage two. This is where
you literally silently command your Astral essence or body, to leave
your physical body, and then you must choose a particular time;
normally it is suggested to say one, two, or three hours. This is
then repeated as a silent command, for six times. You must use the
magic numbers here, why, I do not know; but you must use the ten
times to play out the fantasy, and the six times after this, where
you command your Astral Body to leave you. Then when this is all
accomplished, you merely roll over and go to sleep, and it is also
imperative that you stop thinking about what you just did as much as
is possible, and drift off into sleep. After you have tried this
between 3-8 times, the average person will suddenly wake up in what
is called a waking-freeze. You will be asleep and awake at the same
time. Any neurologist will immediately understand why I say this.
When you sleep, for your own protection, your voluntary muscular
system shuts down, in order to prevent you from acting out your
dreams by wildly flailing your arms, or jumping out 'ODF' bed all
around, AND I SAID OUT '''''OF''''' FUCKING BED, HACKER JERK OFF. Get
fucking lost and LET ME TELL THIS, YOU BASTARD ASS HOLES, AS PEEPS
HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH, MOTHER FUCKERS!!! Aniwho, when you
awaken in a freeze up, you will be scared out of your mind, as not
only are you immobile, and seemingly helpless; but also, you will
begin to hear very loud whining and buzzing sounds, and as you remain
in the bi-astral-condition, your fear grows to the point where all
you can think about, is getting out of it, and just waking up
normally. The faster you learn to ignore the mortal fear of this, the
faster the real miracle can be experienced. This is where you forget
the fear within you, and begin to powerfully will, with all your
might, to be on the Astral Plane. My advice is to will yourself to be
in the Capitol City, it is called Sahasra Dal Kanwal. After doing
this for about what may seem to be a period in mortal time of 10-30
seconds locked in this waking-freeze, suddenly and instantly, you
will just be where you willed yourself, and let me tell you all
something, you will know it is NO DREAM. You are THERE. It is the
most incredible thing in the world and beyond, and this is all I am
going to speak about it on this blog. Should you want to do this, and
end up there, you may ask the great 'Jehovah', or Sarah-Stacey
Krassle, to let you remember this experience with extra intensity and
clarity. Also, if you wish, will yourself to the Ricktown Manor, and
come and visit with me there. It is where I live, with the great
Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis, quite far away from Sahasra Dal
Kanwal. One thing I do insist on, for your own safety. Should you
wish to come in to Ricktown Manor, you may explore the entire home,
it is gigantic. Just do not enter into any of the closets in bedrooms
that are in use, as it may be one of Diana's, and she is very funny
about invaders or visitors, entering her closets. She probably gets
this from her cousin Stacey. As long as you have a functioning
Physical Plane body back here in the material world, you will never
be able to remain too long on the astral Plane. There is no chance of
not getting back in other words, for those of you who love this
mortal life so much, and cling to it like a bar of gold.
HAVE
A HELL OF A NICE DAY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THE HAPPIER YOU ALL ARE,
THE MORE YOU WILL NOT BE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE WANTING TO MAKE ME
SUFFER. HAY
TWINBAY,
I WILL ALWAYS BE WHO AND WHAT I AM; SORRY BIG LOVELY
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!
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