MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
015
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; there are powerful things
happening all around me in fifth dimensional hyperspace, where else?
I
first need and wish to thank someone who means more to me than
anything in this entire multiverse times infinity, DIANA ARTEEMIS,
for coming around me yesterday afternoon. Baby-Blond; how can I make
it up to you, you awesome GAP wonderful teen queen???????????????
I
got through the weekend, Mizz Bondi, thank you! There are times when
I really do not think I'll make it through these post 1986 rough
patches.
Laugh
all you wish anybody, that is your privilege, and hopefully always
will be; but I wish to set the record perfectly and totally straight
on something. I
wish that if I made the following statement, that I would be thrown
into Federal Prison, I really honestly do.
I
swear to the nine GAP SUPREME
COURT JUDGES, (JUSTICES),
or whatever they call themselves; TELLING THEM, under
full pain and penalty of perjury charges,
that my MORIANITY, and my TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLE, INCONCIEVABLE, AND
TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY UNFATHOMABLY OUTLANDISH, NIGHTMARE LIFE; FOR JUST
UNDER SIXTY YEARS IN THIS PRESNET PERSONA; is all 100% total truth,
so
help me Almighty Goddess Jehovah-Middie!
Yes,
unfortunately, Jim Burr had a different way of putting this to me
back in the early summer time somewhere, in the year of 1975, while I
resided at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey,
just 100 years down the way from where a future girlfriend by the
name of Helen Zebriski would be living with her daughter and her
husband who worked for the father in law of SARAH CALLIO MARTIN/EZ/O;
at the Claridge Hotel-Casino of Atlantic City, New Jersey; or would
come to work; and I quote what he spoke to me over the telephone,
back in 1975 when my ten digit number was (609) 783-4020; Mark this
is all real, this is actually, literally, happening to you, you are
not imagining it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now THAT was back in time
by 39 mother fucking years, so just imagine what this dude would have
spoken to me then. Would this have totally burned up Lenny Record
Promoter 1980 McKinnon's illegal telephone tape recorder? Also who am
I to talk here, Mister McDowell, old pal?
Yes,
all hockey sticks, rotten vocalists, and techno-pop experts, I say
unto thee here and now and for the record along with for posterity,
YO; “Try
getting out of this one”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do I dare
'stay
connected',
Mizz Bondi; as it seems your banner part of the Florida Website is
being hacked, and making my program freeze up, in case you may be
interested, ma'am. It's OK now Mizz
Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!!!!
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JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
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BEGINNING
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Yes
PEE, I obey, up here in 2014.
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies and broken promises, right my wonderful black
birds all over, watching out for me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3 PASTE FROM POSTS
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
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My
wonderful PEE, thank you for taking such great care of me, and yes,
that far right switch and those nine red wires, hook them together
and out the other end where the gold color attachment face has
inputs, they go here, using an adapter that you were showing me just
the other day. This is how you can then add those other amp-box
converter systems to the third attachment. Try this, to quote the
great tom Glenn back when it was 1981 over here where I live. I did
this in reverse to add a second 110 VAC to a two speed cassette tape
deck around those very same times, but I had to alter most of the
insides of the unit with a type of splitter filter resistors, and
paralleling in a new circuit of resistors to re-flow and channel
extra power so as to not burn out the remaining transistorized parts
on the mother board. That was a yesterday configuration of course, my
wonderful PEE, and also, tell that idiot we were talking to , that ki
got his rotten joke about ''all the police'', and that I do not care
for his sense of humor, it reminds me too much of MC's.
Friday,
September 22, 2006 Morianity BibleThursday,
January 19, 2006
Prologue -
Morianity Bible For Millennium 3,
Old Testament 1995
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-bag, wrecking ever 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. I have
offered 3 people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality,
and I can make good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death
and the unknown, they all turned down my offer, even though what I
want in return is not what you might think the usual things would be,
such as sex or money or power etc. I do not want this. What I want is
to be believed and have a small group of people join me in a fight
against something that goes beyond consp theories, or any sci-fi
stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION. I have a
story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it to
be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be
braced.......I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my
life and live journals, as this is the beginning of the book known as
morianity bible. This will not follow the script of prior writings,
as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving
forward. I feel the need to point out that several people play a
major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are well
known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is
real, you will be offended as a direct result of your inability to
comprehend. People, animals, weather, machines, and all potential
situations of interaction, in this gigantic 5th dimensional
hyperspace; are all totally controlled by the
uplining
thoughtwave, that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start
right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as
though we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday
matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the
mighty Philadelphia Flyers will win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and
on. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever
has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I
began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and
using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning
of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever
here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell
them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not
where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence Since
this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite
different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my
reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then
a crazy person tried intentionally yo hit my car while I was merely
attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and
thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began
in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not
great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a
death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than
waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic
City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as
a parallel universe. One possible explanation for this is that I used
to experiment with many electronic devices, and you would never
believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the
technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists
theory to life by combining science with the magical world, hence
creating a comminglin of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped
into. There are several people that were suddenly added and
subtracted from known reality, and the machine it was done on was a
Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing, the first
chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have
been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5
traffic crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had
several massive and fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has
been ordered to not let me get out of this nightmare. I am constantly
evicted from wherever I live, friends keep dying strange deaths, I am
fired off jobs with no explanations, and every time that I eventually
and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might
help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches asked
me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or
possessed, or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try
to ever do socially, financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS
FAILS. These are the persons who are responsible for the complete
destruction of an innocent man, though they have no clue that any of
this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED
SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYOR BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE,
SARAH
CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER
PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are
owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino
families of East Jersey.
Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do
to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW"
network, for carrying this message, through World System which is
the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a
movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video
rental system.
Tuesday, January 31,
2006
Chapter 01 Daring To Know
TUESDAY,
JANUARY 31, 2006
CHAPTER
01 'DARING TO KNOW
About Me
- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, new jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness
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have my plans, PERIOD, Fred Sanford. So beat me up if you want to
Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING DOES NOT TERMINATES YET:
YES,
IT REALLY DOES NOT END RIGHT HERE, FOR RIGHT NOW, LOVELY LOO!!!! NOT
QUITE YET!
You're
all kids in a sandbox, and when Mark the Spark comes over to bring
you some lemonade and sandwiches, and maybe a little powerful wisdom
along with it, you take the food and drink, and spit in my face.
Fine. No prob, Bob. The one super fucking perk out of living with
DAWN-MARIE KING, was when she would scream at me right in my face, as
like it or not, sweetie, I was getting that
marvelous and wonderful CUPI,
that had absolutely zippo zilch nada, to do with undetermined cases,
pending further police and medical examiner investigations. I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
Larry,
Curly, and MO;
so keep on yuk yuk , all that you wish to, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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. Kiss my ass, MICROSUCKS
LIGHTBULB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE
30, 2014,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 3:51,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
100%
HUMIDITY. OH GEE, I'M STILL IN FORT PIERCE; BACK TO BED!
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 an 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. Ever
notice how timeless Morianity is, and ever wonder what other fucking
ANITY
appears to also be?
Hay, I am just making mother fucking observations, folks. If it
pisses you off, and you want me not to; have the fuckiGN balls to
tell me. I used to notice that if I said much more than hell, how are
you, in blogs, to PP, he was god dam ready to come down here to my
place and to quote him 100% on a voice mail in twenty-twelve, “kick
my fucking ass”. I can't know is shit is pissing off peeps, if they
sit there and don't tell me. Then again, just what's the fucking
rational explanation for my telling a very tear jerking sad ass story
such as my last blog from New Jersey, and some crumb on the
UNEXPLAINED MYSTERIOUS BLOGGER WEBSITE, comments back to me a very
mean FUCK ME comment? I think it was on the day that I first saw that
fuckin g comment around summer time in twenty-ten, that I totally
fuckiGN knew this world was worthless, ignorant, and beyond any hope
of repair. I do not believe in aliens or any life out in outer space.
But if there was any, why in the name of the fuckiGN gods would they
wish to set foot on this mucous filled pile of horse crap? Think
about it dead fuckiGN seriously, good people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try not to make me LOBO-2, wonderful daughter, AHA! I see my
(FUCKIGN-HACK) is back, FCC, Bob McDowell!
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I
want to thank you my friend Ken Mascara,
Sheriff
of Saint Lucie County.
You are a wonderful fine gentleman. If you can do anything today and
this weekend for me, to protect me from these Wall Street dirt bags;
my hat would really be off to you, kind sir. THANKS A MILLION!
ANSWERING
THE QUESTIONS ASKED BY BRAVE SOULS.
Yes
the trillion things that pertain to my past, and boyhood, Misses
Marola, 1969,
and so much more; No
I do not keep track any more;
not
of this, or anything else that is major frikkin' depressing. Who
needs shit that depresses the hell out you??????
NOT
MOTHER FUCKING ME, 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. BUT IT
GETS WAY BETTER THAN THIS!!! The wet towels, all of it so far, this
is dogshit next to where I will go, if my count stops going down.
This way, I know who is here, friends, or foes, so counter, point me
to the frikkin' ass truth, YO! AHA-AHA
1971 MICHAEL MCNULTY!
NIGHTY-NIGHT
FWOLKS, WO-WO-WO-WO-BILLY!
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