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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
007
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, times three billion; to know absolutely and positively; that
if I do certain things, such as start using this open office program,
that Microsucks
Light-Bulb Hacks
will kick in, with precision Swiss time-piece clock-work. Along with
this, it is wild beyond any of your dreams; and I don't care if you
are a top sports figure, celebrity in acting or musically, tops in
your field in the scientific community, or a president of a F-500
company; I and only I, can make the following claim. If I was to have
something that I would desire today, or this week; the stock market
would totally plunge. If some 19 year old tall super goddess knocked
me on my little ass and said marry me or I'll break your neck, and we
married next week, and I were then given a chance to be an executive
in her father's company, some huge company, and paid a starting
salary of after taxes, around 100-G, I am the only person on this
planet that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME COURT JUDGE STRAIGHT IN THE
FACE, AND TELL THEM, I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT THE STOCK MARKET WITHIN 90
DAYS OR LESS WILL CRASH DOWN TO 3000 POINTS OR LOWER, AND NEVER EVER
COME BACK. This is because I totally absolutely KNOW that what I am
saying is true. With the same assurance and powerful awesome knowing;
I knew that my once somewhat large growing blog audience, would also
crash and be lost, if I redid what I did back while I was living at
506 Robin Hill Apartments; in the late spring time somewhere, back in
the year of 1984. Certain things going on in my life are absolute
certainties, because they are connected in invisible energies, that
just because I may not totally understand what and how and who and
all of that, makes it all so; I still know it is 100% real, and
having faith that this is true, isn't even part of this. It's not
even anywhere on the menu option page, from the closest 'A' to the
furtherest 'Z'. Now after saying this, and I have said this on my
blogs about once a year for the 8.5 years of my blogging career now,
folks; a powerful undeniable proof comes out of this no matter how
many peeps out there hate me bringing this logical and indisputable
truth to any of your attentions. Somewhere, if all my nutty and far
out beyond comparison shit that I claim is all true and happening all
around me and has since the day I was born; was in fact the product
of a deranged sick sike case, someone by now, by sheer odds and the
law of human curiosity; would have offered me the chance to make a
fool out of myself and let them PROVE ME WRONG, ending my blogs in
shame, forever discredited and ruined. But this has never ever
happened, not a once. Not even a hint of someone discussing such a
possibility with me, has occurred all this mother fucking time. The
kicker still is that it would not cost a really powerful or wealthy
person a cent. In fact, it would not cost a poor person, one cent.
Did you fucking hear what I just said? I said not one red cent. The
Milituforce knows what is being said and they are going to severely
punish me over the course of the coming days, but I cannot live as a
fucking coward forever, and need to keep making my annual statement
and offer. It can go unanswered while they bury me in the ground one
day, l but this will just go, no matter who likes it or not; all that
fuckiGN further, to prove me right all along. After-all, if you
cannot lose a penny, and have only an upside potential from the
swinging of the bat; and still, I get no takers, not one curious
bastard who wants to know more; well, a few possibilities are then
jumping out. One is that I really did die and go to hell, and this is
the worst part of hell, that you never get told you are there. The
bible scriptures that show how those in hell know it beyond any doubt
such as the story of the rich man and the servant who was forced to
live and subsist on the crumbs off of the masters table, and then
both men died, and the poor man in heaven was begged by the rich man
in hell, to let him put a drop of water on his burning tongue from
his finger. Stop taking this bible fuckign shit so literally that you
all think you're god almighty, and you too preachers. This doesn't
say he knew he was in hell, no matter how you try and make yourself
read the passages and believe that bullshit. I too am begging for
someone to take me seriously and do the very same thing, almost; but
all of that is not important right now. But yes, Doctor Shirley
Grantglands; you might say from here to hell and back, THAT THIS IS
INDEED, MY PROBLEM.I know for a fact it sure as shit isn't your dam
problem, back in 1983, or up here in 2014, and yes, I said in my last
blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on my part, or a
(PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began early in 2006.
Another possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is
some total absolute MIND CONTROL SYSTEM being employed, to keep so
much as one person from ever desiring to contact me and ask me person
to person, just what this offer is all about, since I assure you, as
I have in the past before this over and over; I want nothing illegal,
and I want not so much as a penny. Yet any one of you, if real, out
there; has it within your power to make that stock market go down 500
or more points a week for the next half year or so, and by day
trading and opening an account in your name, using your computer, you
can become a billionaire by shorting the DOW INDEX, as when I am up,
IT IS DOWN! If you do not know this ICPE-APE deal by now, you really
should drop off of this blog.
JUNE
24, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING, AT 6:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS STILL HOLDING 100%, and STICKY-YUK.
Since
I observed in 1982 that I do not ever seem to die and stay dead,
after dying from a fatal situation, and appear to wake up and it all
was a dream, just too many times to all be some weird and outlandish
coincidence; this is why after a dozen years from my last being
poisoned, my health was getting pretty good. Then came a lifetime of
abuse 'catching up with me' in this cycle, and it is doubtful that I
will be here much longer at the age I am, and instead, I will go to
sleep one night, you in this future here will see no more blogs and
the world will say I am dead. But I, as has happened more than two
hundred times now, will find myself waking up from where this entire
adult life was a crazy nightmare, and will find myself back in
Mildred's Young class at school. Each time that this happens, I
convince myself this life was not a dream, I really had been a grown
up man and lived an entire life, but as all dreams fade fast as far
as detail and consequence, into the submission of shadowy fantasy,
where common sense tells me, no way, it was just a dream, and before
too long of a time passes, I am reintegrated with my life as an
adolescent with my memories before that in perfect tact as well. The
dream part only resurfaces after meeting the music genius, Mister
Pedersen, during my midlife crises while trying to find the
mysterious Sarah from my past. I never go back far enough to where I
can undo and redo the error of not becoming friends with her.
Suddenly I will just be trapped, all over again, in the next cycle of
roughly 40-50 years, that has played out somewhere around 210 times
now, and began in the first place, because of a strange invention,
and two strange guests of the ESS, James Burr and Zvonko. Sarah likes
to play her fave game every time Pearl Harbor Day rolls around in
1996; another typo, so often on blogs I say Pearl Harbor day in 1997,
but this is an error and an obvious mind or machine hack, either way,
a (PBHE). When she talks about my guessing these names of guests, she
doesn't really mean Mary Moore out on that hotel balcony that day
years ago in that lovely green dress of hers. She means the
exploratron travelers who are interfering with my life. As this blog
continues along, not only will more stuff about the HOW TO with all
of this exploratronic shit be talked about; but also, the details of
the game she wants me to play, who knows, maybe to even help me
breakout of this hell-cycle I have been in for more than 8000 years,
and that is just this lifetime. Cycles are merely our own energies at
will, deciding to relive the experience in lieu of dreaming the next
sequence of dreams only the joke is that all dreams are being dreamed
in both time and parallel hyperspace realities, and being stuck in
any one dream-set, or lifetime, is merely someone with a tape
recorder and a room full of cassette tapes, or to move this up to the
digital age, someone with a CD player or computer flash drive player
system and thousands of tunes on this thing all digitally patterned
to perfection and waiting to be listened to, only the owner of the
device decides to fixate on one tune, and play it over and over,
until eventually, he or she does indeed, move on and play the other
tunes. Something in this life is so powerful that until I get
something right about it, I will be stuck endlessly in this dream set
cycle or lifetime, playing the endless repeat feature and hearing
this endless tune. The only hope of escape, in my opinion right now;
lies in this wild game that SSJK wants me to play with her, as she so
told me, back on December 7, 1996. Who knows, maybe each time around
has small differences. It would seem hard to fathom this,because it
is just me refocusing my mind-energies on the life of dreams that I
just had, and as I lay dying and ill in my bed, with my abilities, I
can go back into myself at a younger age, and would wake up when the
body is recharged and rested, only this time, the body is worn out
and dies, leaving me again, to be 17 and start over from here, just
as I've been doing, and of course no one believes me, so screw them.
Why would anyone in this world make up such a wild story and claim it
to be real, when they could publish all this great shit as fiction,
and eventually some publisher would make me rich. But as stated
earlier,this is not about monety, not for me. This is about my
eternity with the great Sarah Krassle, and even beyond that, never
giving up my desire and burning yearning for reaching total nirvana,
absolute non existence, a total impossibility for anyone who is an
existor, but I still think about it day and night forever and
forever. You either exist or you don't exist, and time is only real
down in the multiverse. It is not that it is not important to have
time in higher dimensional reality, but simply put, time exists as
part of ''SPACE-TIME-MIND'', and above the multiverse, there simply
is no time, and no space; just mind. Beyond that, Mind all
commingled together exists as zero-dimensional void infinity. At this
state, even MIND would be as hard to fathom and contemplate, as
space-time is, where only mind exists, and can create the space and
the time at will, merging it with mind, to create dreaming
interactions. But I promised to get a bit into the more down to Earth
step by step instructions for mastering the exploratronic realities,
and so I will indeed move this along with a few new lines for anyone
who so wishes to cogitate on any of this; can do so.
Morianity
has caused serious disruptions in the entire cosmos, fifth
dimensionally; that I would not begin to address on this blog of
today, and if none of the Milituforce attacks on me, beginning in
August of 1986, and really, since three years earlier, but in a
lesser intense way, had been done to me; there would be no MORIANITY.
This is the real time paradox that I used to call an
evental-time-warp, back in 1987, and would discuss this with my
friend, David Charles Roth, quite frequently. Neither one of us had
answers, but as time went along,our theories and our ideas became a
collection of concepts that the SYFY CHANNEL would have paid millions
of dollars to get their hands on it all if it ever had been reduced
into one book that contained all of this. Well let me get to the next
part of the lesson about the 3 types of exploratrons, also known as
dreamers, and move into why the advanced type or the T3E, can do
quite a bit more than just come awake and aware and even dominate
without being discovered as a controller, over their doubles in other
parallel realities in hyperspace, also called in the German
translation used quite frequently in accepted scientific circles,
their doppelgangers. Now let us say that you are standing at a
roulette wheel and are betting on BLACK or RED bets, trying to
winsome money in a casino, as was with the case with me so often, in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, through many a year. I would come to
observe that I could lose, not counting the green number edge that
the house (casino) has legally, but just with the otherwise 50-50
chance of betting on the two colors, with regularity, between 8 and
15 of these basically 50-50 chance bets. It is very hard to win or
lose between 8-15 times in a row, something that has a 50-50 chance.
Yet over and over, I would begin to log and record that year in and
year out, I would get these major losing streaks of between 8-15
straight losses. I would also record how many times I would have a
winning streak of anywhere between 8-15 winning bets, not including
when a player loses on the green roulette numbers of 0 or 00. Every
year for literally two decades, (20 years), I would get 2 or 3
winning streaks, but I would get an average with these years totaled
to make an average, of 36 losing streaks. Folks, this is a 12:1 ratio
of losing streaks to winning streaks, over a twenty year period,
averaged out annually. Twelve to one, and NOT COUNTING the green
house vig or edge, just the 50-50 chance bets themselves. Now here is
why the world governments are scared of all of my Morianity and me
and the forces around me to the point that they would do anything to
covertly make me vanish, but they don't dare, assassinate me, not yet
or so far, anyway my good people. Once a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E)
becomes quite proficient at dominating their doppelgangers in
localized hyperspace; they then always use these doubles as starting
points to travel to these other parallel realms, and then they
MOVE-OFF-TARGET, (MOT). When they MOT, this means they begin to dream
with full awareness through a double of themselves, intentionally at
will in a parallel universe they have chosen to be in; and then they
wish to take their energy or dreaming essence or spirit essence;
words are so meaningless yet people have died over words so I try not
to say that too often; but now we have T3E who have traveled to
target, as they first must do, and then second, they MOT. The third
thing they do is ERNM, or Energetic Reattachment to New Matter. This
can be anything they see around them, or even, literally, and no pun
intended; ''DREAMED UP''. They can create in their mind a bunch of
little grays and a flying saucer. They can locate an empty field
where no one is around at pure thought-will, and do things such as
this, or literally anything. Now if these dreamers or T3E are from
another parallel world to ours, and have chosen this universe to come
and do this in, then it is us who will be effected. We all are awake
and have a mass existence, and need to expend our energies, moving
our massive bodies around; and all manner of other things that waking
world folks need to do. They on the other hand are pure energy or
dream-essence, and can think and will things into happening. They can
create totally weightless bodies that no weapon can injure, they can
fly like superman, and the list is as long as their imaginations. Is
this how I have managed to fly around here, from first going into a
localized parallel universe and creating a weightless spirit-body? If
you think long and hard about all of this, you should realize that
this is not possible. We can do many things as advanced
dream-travelers, due to the way hyperspace works, but defying those
regulations that make it all possible and cause it all to function as
it does, is against lawtronics, a dangerous thing to even attempt
doing, because it has the dire consequences to Astral Plane entities,
of turning parts of them into Phase-4-Entities, not born like normal
P3E are, but literally coming alive inside of the imaginations and
day-dreams and ideas and creations, of those already physically here
in bodies, awake and alive, so to speak, physically on this tangible
material plane of existence. When I move diner rotisseries or think
forward in water and move forward, this is not some dream body, it is
me, and if someone shot me, I would bleed nice and red for all the
sharks of the sea to come and grab a bite or two or three. Then there
are the human sharks as well, so please folks; don't
even get me started with those yesterday jerk offs, like Tracy
Ullman, and Chris 501 Blues Blum, great folks; and whoever/whatever
is really out here, right SSJKK-ISIS? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
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So
there I am playing roulette, in fact, living at 506 Robin Hill, just
follow the walk you see and turn right and walk into the court area
to the back and you can't miss the four unit system of which one of
them was unit #506. This is where I began noticing and keeping track
of these losing and winning streaks, so how does all of this fit
together, lady who writes about crazy cursing dudes for the mighty
WFMU RADIO? Well, I'll tell you. Just grab some cat tail and hold on,
Mr. GS. What can I say here, my BRRRRRRRRRR?
So
there I am in the casinos, night after night; losing, losing ,
losing, losing. It took me quite a while to realize that I was being
stopped and cheated, NOT BY THE CASINOS, mind you. But by invisible
parallel universe dreamers who were there, ON MISSION, to keep me
down and out and broke for my entire lifetime no matter what I ever
try and do. Hay it is just a little white marble that has to drop
inside a little area eventually after the spin momentum reaches a
slow point where gravity wins out over the centrifugal force of the
spinning, and plop, in it goes, and you either make or lose 500
bucks. Well, when those 12:1 year in and year out ratios made me see
just what I was fighting, the ESS; as they could slide that ball into
the wrong slot over and over and over and over and over, and the odds
that for 20 years, these streaks did this to me, would be about one
chance in thirty-eight sextillion, for this to happen just randomly
as super super super ass bad luck! Then I realized they can get into
people, make them never help me, and always want to just mess with me
and hurt me. Now, if this is not HELL, then I am just asking you all,
tell me please, what the fucking shit is? Also, just why did the ESS
go on this mission to wipe out my life, after my experience in a
parallel universe back on August 15, 1986? Well, as I told Jimmy
Carter while hurling myself off of the Atlantic City boardwalk
railing; and I quote it word for word even after nearly thirty mother
fuckiGN years, “I'm dead Mister President”, and as I went over
onto the beach,still running down towards the dam ass ocean, I cold
hear him yell back at me, and again, I can quote, “I know”.
That's
what President Carter said to me in a parallel universe.
The
only chance I could have ever had,
if
some of this shit after Mildred B. Young, and class trips into
fucking Manhattan, are alterable; in some small ways here and there;
would be to piece together my LIFE JOURNAL on cassette tape in the
summer of 1986 times, and see just what caused this 153 day stay in
this wild OTHER ATLANTIC CITY, Mizz Harrah-Sarah Diction-knower!!!!
Now
as you may have guessed by this time good people; the GREAT
WASHCLOTH CLAN
(GWC) for abbreviation usage at future times; took all my journal
tapes and video tapes and paperwork, and literally fucking tons and
tons of ANTI-MILITUFORCE evidence forever away from me. I had to run
out of that horrible house of pain and horrors on the night of
December eleven of 2009 and take not much more than the clothes on my
back, and it was all lost from me forever, all my personal stuff,
photographs, website disc of the Morianity-foundation, all of my
music, and the list goes on and on like the Quintessential Boohoo
Club of America, (QBCA). But if I can find a way next time around the
cycle, not to let myself get in with Ed Lynch and the King family
above his apartment unit at judge Frank Raso's rooming-house on
Central Avenue in Hammonton Berryville, New Jersey; I will not end up
dying down here in Florida, in obscurity and invisibility,
stealthfully ripped off and totally obliterated and destroyed by this
fuckiGN family straight from the gates of hell; and then and only
then, will I have the tapes of 1986, and will I be able to put the
pieces of this 153-day ''dream-trip'' together, along with other
unmentionable things, ranging from incest, to bottle crushes that
might have doomed me to this hell just as much as any nocturnal
bullshit ever could. Still between Chemtrail Russ, the Mark Chant,
and bus driver Julia White, who's friend came to me along with a host
of other strange folks in 2010 and into 2011, at a place called
HARVEST at 25th
and Orange Avenue here in fort Pierce, Florida; followed also by
David Hands Nonjefferson, Darius Deezy Slim Evans, General and
President Ulysses Grant's descendant, Jessica, who fired me, early in
March in 2012; and the effect that my '080808'
blog
had on Darius, Warren, Boo, and obviously 'MY' wonderful daut also;
well; if I really do need to say a lot more here, Mister Strait; I
may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the
lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part
of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even
Perry Mason; “L&O”!
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Well,
I am going to crash for a few mother fucking hours, kind folks. Hate
me all you want to if that makes you feel like big ass heroes,
YO!!!!!!!!!!! And to think I would have done a Highlander on my
cousins, for these wonderful wet washcloths!
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