--------THE
MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 013--------
NOVEMBER
1, 2014,
LATE
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 66 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 24%, FEELING 64 WIND CHILL
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-67/L-51)
WIND
GUSTS WNW-38,STEADY WINDS-20.
VERY
NICE AND COOL, YAY-YAY!
ALL
WAS QUIET UNTIL SHORTLY BEFORE TEN AM ON DECEMBER 4, 1954, IN THE
BRYN MAWR, PENNSYLVANIA HOSPITAL OF MONTGOMERY COUNTY, IN THE GREAT
UNITED STATES OF HA-HA-HA AMERICA!THEN I GOT MYSELF BORN, TO USE YOUR
MIDEVEL CONCEPTS, AND IT HAS BEEN SUPER FUCKING HELL EVER SINCE. SOME
SAY I AM REPAYING A COSMIC DEBT FROM MY PREVIOUS LIFE, RIGHT DOWN TO
SARAH FOLLOWING ME IN THIS LIFE WHEN I WAS TEN YEARS OLD, AND THEN
AGAIN WHEN SHE WAS TEN YEARS OLD LATER ON, WHICH TO MANY, IS THE
ENIGMA OF THE AGES AND THE QUINTESSENTIAL OXYMORON OF THE
MILLENNIUM!!!! BUT WE KNOW THE TRUTH,
AND ALL THE FORCES OF PRINCETON AND TRENTON AND SIKE WARDS CANNOT
PREVAIL AGAINST TRUTH IN ITS ABSOLUTE EPITOME! And the McDonald's
Dancers of 1988 can just dance on, without Shirley and Company and
the rest of the Wang Gang; oh WOW Mister MACY.
I more than anyone else need a savings-pass, old buddy, and no more
sea voyages, whooey, whooey baby, whooey, won't you let me take you
on a nice cold iceberg???????????????
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN)
loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE
would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural
Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the
Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic
guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu
deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972
in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all
other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and
ensure my civil freaking rights!!!! Strange shit is going on, as
always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN) loudness, lays the reality of
exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing
about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the
Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me
maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and
TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the
record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at
school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to
do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!
Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN)
loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE
would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural
Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the
Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic
guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu
deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972
in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all
other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and
ensure my civil freaking rights!!!! Strange shit is going on, as
always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN) loudness, lays the reality of
exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing
about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the
Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me
maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and
TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the
record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at
school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to
do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!
Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN)
loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE
would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural
Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the
Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic
guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu
deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972
in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all
other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and
ensure my civil freaking rights!!!! Strange shit is going on, as
always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN) loudness, lays the reality of
exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing
about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the
Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me
maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and
TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the
record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at
school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to
do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!
Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN)
loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE
would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural
Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the
Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic
guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu
deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972
in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all
other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and
ensure my civil freaking rights!!!! Strange shit is going on, as
always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN) loudness, lays the reality of
exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing
about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the
Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me
maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and
TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the
record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at
school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to
do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!
Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN)
loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE
would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural
Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the
Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic
guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu
deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972
in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all
other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and
ensure my civil freaking rights!!!! Strange shit is going on, as
always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN) loudness, lays the reality of
exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing
about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the
Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me
maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and
TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the
record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at
school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to
do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!
Strange shit is going on, as always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN)
loudness, lays the reality of exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE
would not like me printing about the property at Bancroft Neural
Health now closed down, and the Cooley Hall and next to it, the
Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me maitees. Get too close to the cosmic
guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and TAWF, and kabling, yuuu
deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the record, old friend from 1972
in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell, and all
other authorities out here who need to do their job to protect and
ensure my civil freaking rights!!!! Strange shit is going on, as
always, and the (behind-the-OZ-CURTAIN) loudness, lays the reality of
exploratronics. I knew the MILITUFORCE would not like me printing
about the property at Bancroft Neural Health now closed down, and the
Cooley Hall and next to it, the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, me
maitees. Get too close to the cosmic guarded secrets of MCGUIRE and
TAWF, and kabling, yuuu deeeeeed!!!!!!!!!! I want that on the
record, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's class at Cooley Hall at
school, Bob McDowell, and all other authorities out here who need to
do their job to protect and ensure my civil freaking rights!!!!
SCREW
YOU JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE, YOU MISSED ME YOU ROTTEN MONSTER
SLAPPING WATER WITCH BITCH FROM 1993 BALL-GAMES!!!
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA,
FROZEN MAILBOAT, WITHOUT THE RUSSIAN BULLSHIT BULL-SHA-VICS OLD BUDDY
SCOTT FRAZIER ARM DESTROYER OF WORMHOLE COOLEY HALL IN THE GREAT
CLASS OF MISTER RAZERCUT COUNT RICHARD VON MARCUTTI BLOODY
CUCCI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS ROSEANN AND RUSSELL WHEN I
NEED THEM, OR EVEN A JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER
JOKER FROM GIBBSTOWN, NEW JERSEY AFTER MOVING OUT TO FORT
WAYNE, INDIANA? HAY WE'RE BOTH IN ''FORT'' TOWNS, OLD PAL OF MINE,
AND CHAIRMAN OF THE FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS
COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
arm-popper power puncher Scott was not the only Scott in my life.
First and foremost, I am descendant from the great queen Mary of
Scotland and she is my 22nd granny directly, the Mohr line
back to Mason, their line back to Huntington, their line back to
Stuart, and from there it fuzzes as it works back to the Carpenter
line in Nazareth, Joseph and another Mary. Then there is my third
cuzz, Scott Myers from up somewhere in the Oyster Creek area of
Suffolk County in New York, the greatest state in the country,
for power and wealth aniwho. Then when I count associates and
friends, we move onto good old Mister Ransom.
The
really great formula in this multiverse is kept on the QTDL by
Powerful Scott Ransom People, AKA (PSRP). MILITUFORCE=jerk
off PIGS!
Put
that
on your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, in
1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mister
Everett Simpson, and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George
Belton; seem to be one of several major things that occurred in late
82 and early into 83 that forever altered my nightmare fucking life.
The mighty airplane flying Everett Simpson of New Jersey and his
great Warwick Auto Sales, and shit that was all interconnected with
these three peeps, I have always known is not a nothing subject, and
just because I cannot put my fucking finger directly on something, I
do believe in LIFE-POINTS.
Places in all of our lives where major changes happen, and this not
being some random deal. There are not only LIFE-POINTS, but
POWER-PLACES, and of course what goes up must come down, with or
without spinning wheels or RIAA songs of the late sixties era. So
there would quite naturally be ANTI life-points and ANTI
power-places, so now we have quite the whittle collection of four
items to discuss as these blogs continue to MARCH ON. Speaking of one
of the months of the year, in name only as far as blog content so
far, I fucked up royal on a few blogs back on the numerological shit
I was discussing, adding shit wrong, and forgetting to include the
number of the month I was discussing, JULY or a (7), it is the
seventh month, look on any calendar.
LET
US EXAMINE JULY 12, 1970 AGAIN, THE DAY THAT I LEFT TOM REALE'S CRIB,
ON CORNWALL AVENUE IN VENTNOR, NEW JERSEY, THE TOWN RIGHT DIRECTLY TO
THE SOUTH OF ATLANTIC CITY,
WITH NO WATER SEPARATION, MERELY A LINE ON A MAP. JULY IS MONTH 7.
1970 THE YEAR IS A NUMEROLOGICAL 8. THE DAY IS A 12. SO ADDING
7+8+12, WE GET A 27. THAT'S MY NUMBER, AND I AM HER LITTLE BOY, NOT
YOU, MISTER NICOLA TESLA, SO DON'T TRY MAKING ME ALL JEALOUS OR
ZEAOLUS, A PRIOR BLOG TYPO, SORRY, YOU KNOW I MEANT TO TYPE IN
ZEALOUS, NOT JEALOUS, FROM READING THE 'FUCKIGN' CONTEXT OF THE
WRITING, LIKE DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, all shit aside and a room
filled with air fresheners; we get the 1984 dream given to me by my
wonderful awesome LIGHTNING, where I was standing at a roulette table
playing, and was about to place a bet, and she spoke to me in the
dream, out loud from nowhere and everywhere, saying, “3 to the
power of 3, that's my number little boy, 27”. Then she struck right
through the ceiling from high above me in the sky, and went right
through number 27-RED-ODD on the roulette layout where I was about to
make a bet, at the building where today, the Hilton Hotel stands,
unless it is gone, as I have been five years away from this area, and
have heard that Atlantic City has dad their share of gloomy financial
disasters with quite a few casino closings, boo hoo hoo!
OK
we get a 27 out of JULY (7),
12 (12)
1970----1+9+7+0=17----1+7=8, 1970 (8).
Then adding 7+12+8=27,
and 2+7=9,
so the 9-DAY NUMEROLOGICAL CYCLE NUMBER OR (NDNC#) FOR 07-12-1970 IS
A 9.
My
mouse and computer are under attack;
and the hacking
has been VERY bad lately;
and it worsened
after MICROSUCKS found out
that I have recently learned, hyper major big ass time shit, about
all of this
alien-technology (AAT)
shit, via the INTER-DIGITAL CORPORATION,
formerly known as, not my Chemtrail
pal and co-fighter, sir PRINCE;
but IMMC (INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES CORPORATION). THIS
HACKING IS VERY ANNOYING, MIZZ PAM BONDI, MA'AM!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
and Gina from jail, WEEEEE, and hang in there with us poor old
Huntington's, big lovely girl!!!!!!!
One of
my very favorite old time television shows from a while ago, half a
century or so; was about twin teen girls, and was called, “The
Patty Duke Show”. The continuous plot on many episodes revolved
around the teen girl Patty Duke, and her twin, and how they on
numerous occasion would fake out other people; pretending to be the
other twin. Still and all, twins are so radically different from
each other on many areas, folks; and now on top of that, just
imagine regular babies that grow up into adulthood, and go into life;
and realize how nobody sees the very same basic world, the same.
Along with this being a fascinating truth, lays the very unfortunate
garbage for me; that no one believes any of my wild fish stories, as
they're considered to be. There are times I will not deny, that I
find myself thinking, 'GEE, if only 100 precise twins of me were
right here, then someone would listen to my plight'. Well, hyperspace
can pull of a miracle like that, but it is a highly unlikely event,
still; weird stuff goes on, and I am leaving that right there, for
right now, lovely LOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
my friends and my fiends, I am a lot like that dude telling the world
his simple truth, using his car and his bumper sticker just below his
license plate; on that night back in fucking late 1987. Dave Roth and
I happened to be driving around and for the gods only know what
reason, this had a profound effect on Dave, and he laughed about it
both on the telephone as well as with me in person, for years, oh
yes, he was just trying hard to be himself, and letting all of the
local ho's and bitches know it, and for the life of me, I say GODDESS
BLESS, TINY TIM, and bigger Tim of 2010 DREAMLAND in FLORIDA, land of
the great flowers, transdimensional fruit festivals that explode, and
so much more, right Joe Berrios from good old 1989 and 1990?????????
Powerful
forces are surrounding me. They do not have to throw me up on walls
and into high mounted air conditioning units such as was done to me
in my mom's apartment in 1976, for me to know the are around. They do
not have to put fear in supernatural quantity into me in sufficient
amounts to make me run outside and away from my apartment such was
done many times in Philadelphia, in that center city apartment back
in 1963. I am at an age in this lifetime or astral-dream-down, where
I can feel stuff and know stuff, absolutely and fully, without
suffering the direct effects of it.
The
big reason for life turning on a dime, magnetically against me; late
in the final days of last freaking August, is no different than at
other major bumps in my monstrous road trip through hyperspace and
life in the multiverse, a life just like yours folks, only you are
not aware of it all, but the reasons are one reason, and the forces
of all jit eyes, and all of that, is but one force, and I have
labeled it way back when these blogs and tapes all got started, and I
was never shy about using the label, in all of my talks and
discussions; EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND.
I used to marvel and drool at the miracles, and it was Ron
Wirtz at the CCPO in New Jersey, who told me, “It's not such a big
deal when you know the trick”. The crap done to me year after year
that would make all the popes in Catholic history commit suicide, all
is explainable with the ESS, but still, this leaves the riddle of WHY
ME, just because some powerful stuff is indeed out there somewhere,
why me? YYYYY am I the target of so much of this? The only possible
answer is that I am crazy or else I am the center of the universe.
You would rather think, we'll go with door number one. I of course
totally know that it is door number two. The only person besides me
that knows this with assurance, on this Earth, is my cousin. He's not
gonna' tell. So where are you when I need you, Hyundai corporation,
or Walmart Shannon for that matter, Fonty-Boy?
Without
time, life
would be frozen.
With time, things
change,
and illusions allow for life to circulate. We appear to live, and to
die. But beyond time, LAYS THE MIND. This
is the collective of all mind;
machine mind, or biological mind, or 'HBMM' as century 22 calls this
in numerous parallel universes, (Hybrid Mixed Mind). LSS, people fear
losing, the one thing that that already own and cannot get rid of,
THEY EXIST. You do not exist in any kind of realm where space or time
is real or present in any sense whatsoever. From here, it is a place
to just be, and then to DREAM OUT, away from this existence without
interaction, or EWI. This was stolen from me shortly after I first
began blogging those three initials of EWI, by powerful NYC forces,
and appeared in all of their major newspapers. But I had this in my
blogs BEFORE THEY DID, just as my 1994 book, © The Permission
Barrier, discussed the EXIM-RATIO, and then a year later, along came
Serious Satellite Radio and XM RADIO, and pronouncing my book word
and their word, and WOW to you too, R.H. Macy, my boy!
Yes
folks, time changes things, and without it, life is frozen, no
changes could ever be, sameness, oneness, pure existence without
interaction, as without time, space would not just empty, it would be
one and the same with pure mind at the void and vanish as far as its
illusion outward in a supposed unfathomably gigantic sphere. My blogs
would start with a count of 0 and stay at a count of 0. It would not
matter if I was some Disney starlit, it would stay at 0, nothing
could or would, ever ever be able to change, and this is why we as
collective lawtron, escape out and away into powerful dreaming
fabric, called SPACE-TIME-MIND.
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BUT
WITH TIME, EVEN A NON DISNEY STARLIT BLOG, CAN BEGIN TO PUSH 70, AS I
PUSH 60; AND
TURN 60 COME THE 4TH OF NEXT MONTH,
SO BY ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES; I
AM NOW IN MY SIXTIES,
AND YET HOPEFULLY, PUSHING 70, AND BEYOND. DON'T LAUGH AT ME MIKE
MCNULTY, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!! 69.84 and ^!
SLOW
AND STEADY WINS THE RACE, but that is not the topic here. Without
TIME, there could be no difference at all between slow and fast, or
for that matter, between anything, as only one thing can exist, YOU,
you just simply exist, all is is pure illusion, and this to me is
HELL, especially when the gods put you onto this powerful wisdom and
truth that seemingly, none of you can ever get or you would be over
at my crib, at my throat, screaming about all this right along with
mother fucking me, and since you're not, I can only assume that the
gods either allow the MIND of individuals to get certain things, or
not, and I know the peeps on the educational television appear to
have recently come to the realizations of that awesome ass truth,
from watching all their great shows, especially last night on the
Science-2 Channel, Halloween Night, 10-31-2014, cycle-day number 3.
Today is number 4, get the idea? Change allows so much interesting
shit, but we must use this, hopping from one reality and entity of
our much huger selves, to another. The wisdom gurus knew this and
labeled it millennia ago as karmic-wheel-reincarnation-cycles. It is
a fifth dimensional truth, as the mind realm above that , or the D-6,
makes it all work this way, and thinking about this makes anyone with
any working brain come to see, what other possible way could this all
work, for crissake, YO?????????
The
lady came to clean my apartment, and things are all sparkly nice,
fresh smelling too, WEEEEEEE. She even put junk on the remnant
carpets I have laid down in here, and vacuumed over it, and it smells
like a million dollars. WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! Yeah, Gadfly,
I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who
needs roadkill and murderers all around us when there are enough
tears and fears and jeers lurking all around us and our loved ones?
Sure there are two sides to all stories, I really do believe that.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® BUILT IN 1980.
THIS
CAUSED ME NOTHING BUT TROUBLE. BITE MY NECK, ROSEANN!
THE
MOST BEAUTIFUL ATTORNEY GENERAL IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA; MIZZ
PAM BONDI, OF FLORIDA. I AM SORRY I GET SO MAD SOMETIMES. GEE,
NOW YOU KNOW WHAT MY DAUGHTER PUTS UP WITH,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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