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Yes, weather has always been wild on Planet Earth,
and is no match still, for weather on the other seven planets in this
solar system. Still and all, there are many things about weather that
only those who have lived more than half a century in one life-time,
can begin to understand numerous and ambiguous meanings of such a
complex reality as the biosphere of Planet Earth, or same thing said,
weather. I can totally promise anyone who is interested, that all of
the great meteorologists and their now wonderful tools and satellites
and computer software systems that all blend and work together, are
pretty dam good. Without taking things into the realm of where
Morianity goes so often, it is pretty much topped out, and is quite
accurate. I was happy to see how my my buddy, Mister Jim Cantore, of
The Weather Channel, stood up to those who challenged his recent
forecast; and those of his friends and colleagues, regarding this
recent large New England snow event. I love TWC, and always have,
ever since they began on the air broadcasting some time ago.
SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER
MARK MUD
CHAPTER 00020
JANUARY
28, 2015,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:24,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 62 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE---(H-62/L-44)
HUMIDITY
IS 31%, WIND CHILL IS 61.
WINDS
ARE NORTH AT 7, GUSTING TO 18.
Mustard
seeds are tiny, as are most people's faith in things that they need
to have 'faith' about. I would say that these seeds compare as mighty
cities next to faith levels, and I can't talk, people. I have rotten
faith, and admit to it. This is why the Almighty has chosen to deal
with me in totally different ways than would otherwise have been the
case, since the early middle nineteen-seventies, after meeting Jim
Burr, at the computer school in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA, called
PCI. I was shown stuff, and do not need to have 'one quadrillionth'
of an ounce, of any kind of faith. I wanted to clear that point up on
the record, right now. If anything, I am a hypocrite in my long nine
year blog project. Why? Well, because I come down on all of you for
failing to have any more faith in unproven stuff, by your frame of
reference, than I would should our roles be reversed. I owe the
entire world, basically, a big ass apology for that, and I am deeply
sorry and guilty for many of my long harsh judgments regarding this.
Courtesy
of TWB
/
BEFORE
JOJO CALLIO SIGNS OFF, IN ANY PARALLEL REALITY; I WANT TO MAKE ONE
THING MORE PERFECTLY CLEAR THAN A MILLION RICHARD MILHOUSE NIXON'S
EVER COULD, ALL COMBINED!!!!!! There is a
lawtronic truth built into the GAME that is very annoying to anyone
who gets onto it and tries for a lifetime to fight it. The game is
designed to play, it is a game after-all. It
will play with you. What you ask? THE GAME, COSMOS, the interaction
between it and you, from cradle to grave. I
thought I knew most everything when I was 28, and the U.S. © Office
knows this to be an absolute true fact, and this fact is recorded for
more than just Julia Roberts posterity. Betrayed
by kisses in or out of hotel rooms, this reality doesn't ever alter.
The harder you fight, the harder they fight. But if you relax, as
Christians do with their ''faith'' in Jesus Christ, then the monster
feeding/starving syndrome of Mister Ron Wirtz, does indeed kick in,
and this transfer of energy is real.
SSJKK then takes the burden off of our
shoulders and the syndrome does not go away, yet we don't have to
keep killing ourselves in a winless war against an undefeatable foe.
It is actually a velocitronic principle that turning up the power to
one polarity's electromagnetism generates a balance on the opposite
side somewhere. But shut down one of the polarities entirely, and the
other one develops an infinite spin. This reality is how all things
got dreamed out and away from void into plank and then beyond into
the dreaming fabric of space-time-mind-hyperspace illusion.
When
I was all alone and isolated, the way the MILI-2-FORCE loves to keep
me; back in late June and into July of the year 1970, and staying at
the child molester's home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New
Jersey, Mister Tom Reale; I had a series of 'dreaming-interactions
that went on night after night, with a bunch of people who I did not
know from waking world hyperspace reality here, and who told me
telepathically or 'whatever' that they were, “THAT FAMILY”, and I
never ever forgot this, but in the early seventies, had no way
whatsoever to piece the story together that eventually became
MORIANITY 4 MILLENNIUM 3! But JOJO, and Cifaloglio, and a million
other things are as real as I make them, just as all the shit in your
lives out there, folks, is as real as you make them. Reality is a big
fat dream. Without knowing this 100% you are stuck dreaming an
illusion. But if stuck in an illusion, how can any of us, me
included, ever know for 100% sure, that this is indeed a caged
menagerie with a bunch of lawtronic Tallosion Star Trek aliens? My
faith sucks even more than most of yours. I merely have been
permitted to SEE stuff, that non of you ever have, in the flesh. I
cannot ever brag, and please never take anything that I write on my
blogs as bragging. That would be the epitome of untruth!!!!!!!!!! If
you cannot see that, all the blogs in the multiverse won't change a
dam thing. Another Macy-WOW if permitted, late Uncle Gozz! Work that
body, shoveler's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cutting out all the fat on this nine year plus blog, here now is the skinny simple truth compressed into three sentences.
Watch
out there, scrawny armed Rob Low!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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