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Weekend Weather Outlook

UPDATED By WeatherBug Meteorologist, Tim Barnes

UPDATED 12 AM EDT, May 2, 2015

Showers, thunderstorms, and scorching temperatures may not be the picture perfect debut for early May, but it will be in keeping with the dynamic spring weather as of late.

WeatherBug Meteorologist Mace Michaels has the latest in his exclusive WeatherBug National Outlook.

Today:

A tidal wave of heat rolling from the West to the Central U.S. will be accompanied by a few spots of wet weather today.

A developing low-pressure system sliding across the Canadian Prairies will work together with the unseasonably warm temperatures to initiate showers and thunderstorms from the Mountain West to the Upper Midwest this afternoon through the evening. A few stronger storms capable of producing hail and high, damaging winds will be possible across the northern and central Plains.

Further eastward, moist air fresh off the Atlantic will trickle in across the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic, creating a chance for a few afternoon sprinkles.

Plenty of sunshine will be left to the rest of the U.S., keeping things dry and warm for Saturday.

Summer-like highs in the 80s, 90s and 100s will have the mercury rising across California, the Southwest, the Great Plains and the Florida Peninsula, while the rest of the U.S. sits comfortably under pleasant 60s and 70s. Milder 50s, along with cool 30s and 40s will be left to the higher elevations of the Mountain West.

Sunday:

The developing low-pressure system over south-central Canada will pick up the weather's reins Sunday; bringing another round of wet weather to the Central U.S. as it shovels the oozing heat eastward.

A potent cold front associated with the storm system out of the Canadian Prairies will aid in sparking up showers and thunderstorms across the Rockies, the Rocky Front Range and the Midwest Sunday afternoon and evening. Stronger storms capable of producing hail, high, damaging winds and torrential downpours will be possible from the Central Plains to the Upper Mississippi Valley.

A few showers will have the chance to bring a few wet intermissions throughout the day for the Gulf Coast States and the Northeast.

Milder temperatures will ensue in the wake of the front. However as it slowly slides eastward, it will surge warm and humid air ahead itself, spreading the unseasonable warmth to the Eastern U.S. just in time for the beginning of the new week.

While the heat will begin to wan over the West, the Desert Southwest and the Southern California Deserts will see temperatures attempting to reach triple digits once again Sunday. Hot highs in the 80s and lower-90s will remain over the Sacramento Valley, while spreading from the southern and central Rocky Front Range and the southern Upper Mississippi Valley to the Southeast. The rest of the U.S. will finish up the weekend with milder, spring 60s and 70s, while cooler 30s, 40s and 50s remain over the higher elevations of the Mountain West.

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The computer is slow to save paragraphs this morning, even though Norton shows me as tuned up, with a nice pop screen. Oh well, sometimes it corrects itself as I type on, Bob McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AH, there we go. It has normalized. If it is you monitoring me FCC, FBI, AG, and Sheriff, thank you people. If not, thank you anyway. We all have our destinies to fulfill, as they say. Who am I to ever interfere with that great stuff, huh Quakertown, Pennsylvania, USA, Rosemary, of the great wonderful HAHAHA, 1997!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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If you have read this stuff in the following blue font, skip over it and go to the purple font beyond it. It is very important reading for anyone who missed it, however.

A while back, I was minding my own business and an evil man walked into a guard house, by the name of Jimmy Stone, and he fired me. I had done nothing to this bastard, and he just fired me. It was straight out of Mickey Walker at Mars of 1977, only this was on the first day of a whole other month, not July of 1977, but September of 2004.

This was not some random event. All things all connect up. Most people do not have a clue because they never stop and look back and see a bigger picture of shit in hindsight. It is there in all of our faces. Any of us can see this truth as plain as the nose on our faces. Yes, 27 years and two months after the nightmare of Mickey firing me at Mars, came Jimmy firing me 'for real' here in this universe while 'awake'. 326 months from that horrible 'nightmare-dream' in 1977, or really maybe about closer to 330 months, as the dream was sort of like a premonition about the coming July first, a few months yet to come. All of this fits into huge shit that time doesn't allow me getting big time into right now.

Firing me is part of all of this, and this story involves a double murder and many other things, but again, I cannot begin to think about getting into it all right now. So I will talk in a quick 'book report' type of way and just relay a few facts for now that can all be tied together much better, later on. Jimmy had to fire me from this job. Jennifer Washburn had to get me into another job about 28 weeks later. This would be the Cifaloglio place. This all had to happen. Not in all universes, but in the one where I type out this blog right now. But there was a character along with some people in his circle, who were all from the former job up in Florence Township, that I can prove a connection to with some folks at this new job. No one who doesn't live in New Jersey can relate, but folks, this is a densely populated state by anyone's terms and definitions. The odds, of so many people in my life, all seemingly connected, no matter how many miles of separation exist in-between these various spots; are astronomical to say the very dam least. One day in 2007, and around the time that I sent the music project to the © Office, on Halloween day of that year, called, “Same Title”; and actually was not called that, but the © Office named it that for complex reasons, that again, time would never begin permitting me to get into the dam ass specifics about with you; but around this date somewhere, was what I called the Cifaloglio Magazine Incident or the CMI for short. Someone at this work site, knew that I, the weekend guard, would pass through an area on clock rounds, and see it opened up to a particular page, unless I was blind as a bat. I sat down and looked at it after hitting my key, and it contained some powerful stuff, that at the time, made some but little sense. Most of it was about Donna Summer the late disco artist, and some of it was about MC, not MCI. But all of this, and a big truck load of Baskin Robins Ice Cream; would not come close to revealing all of the powerful cosmic nuances involved in all of this. Approximately two years later, the same person that arranged for my finding this magazine that weekend night while on my guard duty; learned through the work site grapevine, how I had come into the garage and got talking to a dude named Bill along with a couple of his coworkers, and was telling how I was getting fed up with a truck driver who was always screwing with me, and I showed them what I might have to do to this person should the harassment not be stopped, and I leaped into the air like in a Chuck Norris movie, and gave a double kick to the side, like that dumb new dog flea commercial where the dog kicks the flea from mid air. But this led to the making of a whole other TV commercial, one for the great American Telephone and Telegraph Corporation, or AT&T. Shortly after I started at this place, a brand new run was started, and Atlantic City had been added to the route of various trucks that went places to perform services. The first man hired to do this run, the deer hunter, Anthony, was friends with many of my Atlantic City enemies in the local political system, and also friends of the owner of the place, and was related by marriage I am pretty sure. This family has a lot of roots up near my wonderful Aunt Ruth and Uncle Heinz lived, the great Woodie Guthrie Island of New York. After I copyrighted my music project that I did there one night, called, “Karaoke Lunch-break at the Sorian 18 Guardhouse”, that the Copyright Office removed the number-18 from the title for powerful reasons; again folks no time to get into all of this right now; but this is when the great Delmo Cifaloglio removed the guardhouse, and made the guards work outside in our vehicles again, the way it was at the start of the job, only now, the place being much busier, this was illegally precarious and deadly ass fuckiGN dangerous. Huge trucks rolled around me like I was dog-shit, and it was a very scary place to fucking work. Right before it was removed, I was balled out by the boss while his daughter who was in the car and loved to always stare at me, was doing that again, and it was very embarrassing to say the fucking least. Also, I didn't deserve the man's grief. My reports were detailed unlike Roy Carl Weiler Senior, the other rotation security guard, the two of us would relieve each other all weekend long. All that man ever wrote was the hour and ''all secure''. Let me tell you folks, nothing is ALL SECURE. Any guard worth his or her salt knows that. My reports were detailed and accurate and I was all over that place looking for shit that was out of order. In guard duty, it is always better to catch something early so as to avoid much bigger grief that would result down the line should one not choose to act in such a manner. Long Story Short, or LSS, I have any reason to know even though I do not have court acceptable evidence, that Deer-Hunter-Anthony was the key enemy there, as ever since he came and that Atlantic fuckiGN City run began, the job that was quite nice before that, turned into nothing but shit, grief, and hell. He was behind many spurious and bad shit that I had to deal with and contend with for nearly a half decade that I had to interact with him. But the real story about Cifaloglio is that if you crashed into a tiny quick cat nap, or if I did and I did and will admit to it, boom, the uninduced astral projections were major, and on top of that, even just regular quick hyperspace experiences were major as all shit as well. I saw a lot of shit that all came to pass, here in waking life, just from a quick crash here and there, and 'dreaming' something that came to pass in future times ahead of me, here in 'waking life'.

Now some of you know that when I talk about the old job before Cifaloglio, the dude who was very mysterious and claimed to be an Olympian God, named Psyche Myrathus from the Great Ring River to the Province one away from Province Olympia; and two friends of his, all knew some friends of this driver-Anthony from the new job. But to keep this all going, I had the WAYV crew, and of course their queen, the great PAULA Somnambulist KING. I totally believe that Paula is one and the same person that worked with my mom, because they share some wild things in personal life besides being dead ringers to each other physically. The odds that I am wrong on this huge covered up secret are millions to one, minimum. Fascination with hidden things is just a part of their similarities, believe me folks. I am not buying into about fifteen other things here, from her choice of male suitors and reasons for those wild decisions, to Aunt Shark Ruth Nightmares of Gloucester, to punishments, to ages all being exact, and as I said peeps, I could go on making this list, checking it ten times, and wouldn't even need her wild spurious friend, Santa, to be involved in this mix.

Sarah herself came to me in her wild sports car, while I was in an out of body experience the day after 2006 Christmas at just past five in the morning, at that Cifaloglio place, but shit doesn't stop there. Where did I have interactions of hyperspace, with Darius from the Harvest? You got it folks. Good old Cifaloglio. We were standing where they wanted the guard to park and sit in his car. He suddenly grabbed me and lifted me up, as Darius is almost seven feet tall and built muscularly. He then went onto say to me, “You never liked me”. I was flabbergasted, and didn't know what to say back, in that 'wild dream' from 2011. It happened either shortly before or shortly after he came over here to do that music stuff to my computer, I think it was before but don't want to swear to it. Normally my memories are clear as a dam bell. Here I go again, is someone doing a 1983-1984 hyperspace equation deal with me, again, YO?

Go ahead and tell me that my life isn't so wild, that it literally makes the dam ass African jungles appear tame in comparison! Just go the hell ahead, kind ladies and gents! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAY 2, 2015,

SATURDAY MORNING AT 7:25,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE SO FAR-------(H-71/L-69)

HUMIDITY IS 57%. WIND CHILL IS 69.

WIND IS N AT 6, WITH A SMALL GUSTING TO 7.

IT IS MOSTLY CLEAR AND SUNNY.

FOLKS, LAST NIGHT I CRASHED AROUND MIDNIGHT AND WOKE AT JUST AFTER SIX THIS MORNING. ASSHOLE ARE STILL BANGING DOORS, NOTHING NEW AROUND HERE. THEY DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER, IT IS THE PARENTS FAULT, NOT THE PEOPLE. MY MOM RAISED A GENTLEMAN AND A BELIEVER IN THE ABSOLUTE DEITY OF JESUS CHRIST ALL MIGHTY. I KNOW THAT I SWEAR AND CUSS AND DISHONOR MY GREAT LORD-ESS (SAR-AH) TRANSLATED BACK AND FORTH THAT ANY LINGUIST KNOWS ONLY TOO WELL; AND I NEVER CLAIMED TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR PERFECT, BRUCE PENNOCK, AND MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doctor Harold Camping, of Family Stations Incorporated, might add on a wee bit, making that 'my-my'-my or just 'oh my' Hay at least he didn't ever say OH-ME, as that would really bring back some super sleuth movie memories, from the great Babylon, New York, and my numerous trips up there to visit my ever constant relatives of those days in th elate sixties and early seventies. WOW and WEE and al of that!

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The home of Uncle Heinz and Aunt Ruth, a while ago!

Babylon, New York - Basic Facts

The Village of Babylon is an incorporated place (Class Code P1) located in Suffolk County at latitude- 40.6937 and longitude- 73.326. Suffolk County is in the Eastern time zone (GMT -5). The elevation is 7 feet.

The formal official name is the Village of Babylon, but most people and references simply refer to it as Babylon, New York.

The P1 Census Class Code for Babylon indicates a populated place that is also an incorporated place with the same name and the same census code. The Incorporated Place has a Functional Status Code "A" which identifies an active government providing primary general-purpose functions.

The formal boundaries for the Village of Babylon (see map below) encompass a land area of 2.45 sq. miles and a water area of 0.34 sq. miles.

Alternate Unofficial Names for Babylon: New Babylon, South Huntington.

Village of Babylon, NY Boundary Map

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1) Population Density = Total Population per square mile.
2) The Diversity Index is a scale of 0 to 100 that represents the likelihood that two persons, chosen at random from the same area, belong to different race or ethnic groups. If an area's entire population belongs to one race AND one ethnic group, then the area has zero diversity. An area's diversity index increases to 100 when the population is evenly divided into two or more race/ethnic groups.
Based on Census 2010 counts, the Diversity Index for the United States was 60.6 and it is expected to increase to 64.8 by July 1, 2018.

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Daniel Mackey	3	REAL
Heinz Gottwald	4	WILD
Steve McGinty	5	MOTLEY
Paula Uwich	6	CREW

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I tried to paste up a changing TWB traffic-cam a few days ago, but was not able to locate one. I tried to do the same thing in Atlantic City too. No dice, folks. Well, if the world says no, you can't do something, to quote Alice Ciminelli on the great Law and Order TV show with the episode of raper Charlie Tynan, the Correction Officer dude, and where ADA Carmichael, admits to her date rape, to Jack McCoy, back when she was in law school; “They've got all the power”. You are 100% correct there, gorgeous Alice Ciminelli.

The formal boundaries for the Village of Babylon (see map below) encompass a land area of 2.45 sq. miles and a water area of 0.34 sq. miles.

Alternate Unofficial Names for Babylon: New Babylon, South Huntington.

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John Crowley, the rip off tow truck man who hurt me in 1979, not 1970, typo in reverse on a prior recent blog about Dave Smith at Cooley Hall in 1979, it was of course 1970, the dam ass 0 and 9 on the dam keyboard is right next to each other, and I fucked it up, or got it that way; Dawn-Marie Lastnerve King, the latengrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Babylon, NY Data & Demographics (As of July 1, 2014)

POPULATION
Total Population	12,104
Population in Households	12,044
Population in Families	10,090
Population in Group Qrtrs	60
Population Density1	4,951
Diversity Index2	29
HOUSEHOLDS
Total Households	4,590
Average Household Size	2.62
Family Households	3,185
Average Family Size	3

HOUSING
Total Housing Units	4,829 (100%)
Owner Occupied HU	3,480 (72.1%)
Renter Occupied HU	1,110 (23.0%)
Vacant Housing Units	239 ( 4.9%)
Median Home Value	$364,115
Average Home Value	$418,412
INCOME
Median Household Income	$101,499
Average Household Income	$133,769
Per Capita Income	$50,785

	(Compound Annual Growth Rates)
GROWTH RATES	2010-2014	2014-2019
Population	-0.12%	0.01%
Households	0.03%	0.06%
Families	-0.15%	-0.06%
Median Household Income		2.32%
Per Capita Income		3.23%

1) Population Density = Total Population per square mile.
2) The Diversity Index is a scale of 0 to 100 that represents the likelihood that two persons, chosen at random from the same area, belong to different race or ethnic groups. If an area's entire population belongs to one race AND one ethnic group, then the area has zero diversity. An area's diversity index increases to 100 when the population is evenly divided into two or more race/ethnic groups.
Based on Census 2010 counts, the Diversity Index for the United States was 60.6 and it is expected to increase to 64.8 by July 1, 2018.

One day, I said to my domineering and dominating dominatrix mother, on the advice of a great educator from Cooley Hall, a Mildred B. Young, “I am no longer going to Pennsylvania or New York, to visit my relatives and be treated like total crap”. That was the end of it. Sometimes in life, A PERSON HAS TO FUCKING CUNT LAY THE LAW DOWN, as did Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle did to Moses, for his people, thousands of years ago at a great mountain. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SSJKK got mad at me on the Astral Plane for saying, “That idiot Moses”. Sorry SSJKK! So where are you Jerry Heitzmann and Frank Callio, when I need you fuckiGN guys? Tell Randy Vanwarmer from 1979, hey there, best regards, and boy can I relate to your shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yes World Court in the Hague, they are going to torture me to death, and they say this nation is great. Great for what, toilet tissue!

My life is one big fat ass fucking hell.

six times over, lads and lassies!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

I AM GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING MY MOTHER FUCKING ENTIRE LIFE VICIOUSLY FUCKING CUNT VIOLATED!!!!

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JANE FUCKING WHORE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST GOT ME WITH PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO I MUST COMPENSATE NOW WITH MY FIVE'S COUNTERSTRIKE, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bob McDowell would say it so wonderfully and accurately, “Vely vely intelesting”. I cannot tell you in detail, but you know what; I know that a few out here, just 'know'!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then again, one dictating writer to another, phase-3 or phase-4; Doctor Steckle on the super great 'Flatliners' movie; ''Maybe I'm just fucked in the head''. Hay Joanna from 1979, like WOW! Shit for crissake, What problems can an angry mother cause someone down the road, if he says or does things that upset her??????????????????? Gee, let's not go here Sally Starr. Yes I typed in another MIND-HACK PBHE SCREW UP, SAYING IN 1988, I MEANT QUITE OBVIOUSLY THE YEAR 1998, WHEN THE GREAT SS HELPED ME OUT IN ATLANTIC CITY AFTER MY BEACH THEFT. No typos, no PBHE (prior blog hacks or errors) no how, no nothing, no witches, no OZ, no confusions, no hyperspace equations, just the fucking goddess dam facts, ma'am, huh Mister Friday, YO???????????????????????????

Oh the gods; may all of these cosmic-hacks be properly dealt with, inside the guts and bowels of the GAP KFP. Am I right or wrong, SIR BRUCE? So why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers behind the 'EW' all along ever since we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? (Entertainment World) Hay folks, I can easily sit here with ideas and speculations and theories and all this lovely nice stinking crap soup. Until I have an answer that would be able to stand up to courtroom scrutiny, keeping my big fat ass shut might just be the fucking proper way for me to go here, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUTTTTT, the great dreaming interactions of Tim Devendorf from the local county home for somewhat slow individuals, whom I met while I was employed with the special AARP program in 2010, where they paid me to be a volunteer worker at the local large charity of the county, known as the HARVEST, http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ is their cool website, the one that back then, had my photo on it; oops, that's against a lot of post Cooley-Hall regs, or (PCH-regulations), but aniwho YO; his 'dream' about us being in trouble, years before the bear-hug incident, and also my powerful 'dream' about the exploding festival, and Vasco DeGama kicking my ass and then sailing away down the Indian River with his crew, all singing loudly, my tune from the year 2000, and © called, “Atlantic Queen”, all has what I have called on many of these blogs for a half decade or more now, “hyperspace Equation”, or HSE! I have discussed without being all that shy, a lot of things, and many times have shown how this HSE shit is so real, and so incredible; and is being done by dream-travelers; if I may use a very dinosaur type word, for TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, OF THE GREAT EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY (ESS)!!!!!!!!!!!!

Louise Hendershodt from 1967 summer time, at summer camp, if they have not screwed with her; knows too well, just how powerful this all can be, because even though a lot of folks any seem to be impressed with actual physical traveling to other places and times; the very same thing can be done without physicality, and that is a powerful piece of global historic information that is about as hush-hushed as it gets. All the saucer and alien shit and a whole lot more, is merely an single ant, that is part and within the large field of virtually endless colonies of ants, of truth and information. Rapped up in all of it, is always and was always, the ESS. But would I have ever known any of this, if they had just let me leave Cooley Hall, open up my little mother fuckiGN mail order business, and not stop me and fuck with me at every single turn until I failed from morning until night time at every single thing that I ever tried to do, misses Theresa Pennock, YO?????????? I ask you this question, ma'am, I just want the facts Joe Friday, and Misses Pennock, YO! Yes, how else can you explain, in all honesty, great folks out there, and I want you to look up at your computer monitor or whatever monitor, and see the three icon on the top right of your screen, the minus, the square, and the RED-X. Gimme' a break here Margie and Louise, I mean really, JEEEEEEEEEZ Twinbay, no wonder I am so fuckiGN ass negative 24/7! BUTTTTT, the light at the end of the dam tunnel is a lot more than three intersecting jet vapor trails all crisscrossing in December of 1969 or a lot of XXXXXXXXX red-exes, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Turn left or right on Grant, oh great one???????????????????

Please don't sweat it Merry Hollister. Think how I got treated for daring to say that these things were real, to the mighty Donna Patterson in the early nineties. Then about half a decade later, the FAWCES singled us out to get into an automobile accident while on my way over the great Billy Harner's Barber Shop, on Haddon Avenue of Westmont, New Jersey, less than a mile from my old high school in the sixties; Haddon Township High School (HTHS). She let me have it, yet I know big Patty's secret, and she gave herself away by lifting that 500 pound couch like it was a piece of mother fuckiGN cotton candy. Tell all Lenny's hey, for me, when STM or 'whatever' does its thing!

But what really is SPACVE-TIME-MIND (STM) many are trying to understand, while scoffing at me. They scoffed at Al Einstein too, with his SPACE-TIME. And they still scoff at the hard core Quantum Physicists, with their quote; “until the universe is observed, it is not real”. Both of these things are 100% correct, but only MORIANITY ties the two things perfectly together, sorry if that sounds all braggadocio cubed, as it is just the dam truth. Morianity has told a powerful truth, and yes lovely FLO, a very very very Ingridly progressive idea. But it is not an idea, it is the simple truth of the ages. It is reality. When I say that nothing is real, I mean it. It is NOTHING, that is what is real. THAT'S WHAT'S REAL FOLKS, NOTHING, nothing is real!!!!!!!!!

With this understood, maybe someday in a century or so; then and only then can MORIANITY or EPITOMIZED TRUTH be known and understood. But on I will go until they put my body in the ground, oh lovely Lord!!!!!!!!!!

Gee, do I want to learn to swim, or just pump old Mark for information today, twenty years into negative space-time? He will always wonder this, without adding the third part of this truth, MIND. But who gives a mother fuckiGN rotten rats ass shit, about any of this? 99.99% of the universe does not, and this is where all intelligent life is and will be until we can create colonies out into the expansion in future days, if we survive all the woes that plague an advanced civilization, that is. Yes, he says, ''THE MAYOR'', and he and I will remain totally clueless in 1995 and two years after that in 1997 over at the Berlin, New Jersey Radio Shack. Well, I am just quoting one of the little gismos that Tandy used to sell back there in 1997, WO Billy.

So while I had a body laying in my bed, I was in a parallel universe where the great GAGA-CAT Professor Gaukauk of the Astral Plane Teck Bay Mystery School is tenured at, using a mortal world concept; but he was with a few of his colleagues. They were all having quite a good time, and at my doppelganger's expense. That is how it seemed to me anyway, folks. I was suddenly 'dreaming' that I was being told something horrendous. They called it, “Psychiatric Expectancy”. That is an exact quote from this awesome powerful dreaming interaction experience from a few hours back by mortal world referenced time where I had a body in a bed. There is no relationship from one parallel universe to another, nor are there any between the total collective of this hyperspace, to the Astral Plane either. What this was quite simply, as explained clearly to me, but will be hard to teach it to anyone, as I am no fucking college professor despite a distant cousin playing one on TV a while back, and yes, there are educators in my family on my father's side, and also, on my mother's side, of the family. In her case it was her father, my grand father, who taught Physical Education at the great University of Pennsylvania a long time back in the early past century, (U of P). Those on my dad's side of this wild nutty family, well; I have a distant cousin who is part of my hyperspace problem in my opinion, Mizz 1980 Daniels of RPL. Thank you so very much for entitling me to this opinion, great lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But my point is please try to bare with me here kind folks. I am no educator, it may run in the family like music talent does, but my talent totally fuckiGN sucks and I know it, so not all shit is going to be passed down to all people, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WO and like WOW, Macy and Harner, YO BROS! I am one totally mother fucked up duck; yet it is all the dam quacks out there that have caused this nasty mess. So maybe I will drive all the way up on I-95 to the GAP Academy Road exit in 'Pensy', and then I forget whether I make a left or a right onto GRANT AVENUE. OH BY GASH, BY GOLLY; GREAT NORTH BY NORTHWEST ACTOR, MR. G—R—A—N—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then, is it still true that if it quacks like a duck, Misses Mohr More Problems; it is one?????????????????? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FONTY! Oh LORDESS (SARAH) SSJKK, so educator or not; 'permit me' please, Uncle Gozzwald; to try explaining what this psychiatric-expectancy shit, is all about, peeps, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you can make someone totally see and believe that everything up to that point in their life that they could relate to and made them who they are at that present second; the reality of what mind is inside your brain and my brain, would lose its functionality, or said easier, you would go instantly ravingly mad and insane.

Suddenly I found myself with these dudes, Professor Gawky Gaukauk abnd his colleagues, and this other fellow who was a test subject, and just there to show me how this works. They did one simple thing to him. They made it seem that making a turn in a car, was really going straight, along with the vice-versa effect. How this was pulled off was too major to get into, but within a minute or less, a normal person, was suddenly insane forever. This is a powerful mother fuckiGN truth, and their was a towel seepage effect in transdimensional hyperspace, that IMHO caused this interaction to occur. If someone can be challenged beyond their ability to rationalize anything for a moment or so in time, in a way that causes their entire life to appear nonsensical, they will go mad. This could be thought of as a permanent psychotic break with reality, but I do not think shrinks today believe this is possible, other than for an unfathomable amount of physical torture if someone is health enough to survive it. Fear is the most powerful emotion of all of the emotions. The most powerful athlete's heart will fail and explode, if enough pure fear is thrown at him or her. People have died before hitting the ground who fall from great heights by accident. Ask any medical examiner and they will tell you that this has been proven to their satisfaction. They all know that enough fear will either kill your body, or it may kill your mind.

Fear, is created when the present and near present awareness to identifiable truth is suddenly challenged sufficiently or wiped out entirely. These are the reasons behind folks who refuse to believe in many things, from alien sightings to ghosts to anything at all you can name. This is not advocating that there are here in waking world, monsters and vampires, and flying saucers and aliens. We as a collective consciousness in the multiverse, humanity if you will; have agreed on an interaction within these dreams of material body; to limit things to a basic natural order, and with all things in life, such as saying on May 2 in any given city around the world, if averaged for the most recent 100 years, has an average temperature at twelve noon of their local time. Say that is 77 degrees. The record of high and low within those 100 years is going to vary the greatest out and away from that average. But it is reasonable to say, there is a greater than 50% chance that the actual temperature will be, on that day, within 5 degrees either way of that average, or say, between 72 and 82, from that 77 average. As with this weather example, there will always be some 'supernatural' stuff, on each side of the averaged natural order that is lawtronically permitted by all of us in an agreed pre-state that goes way beyond our ability to grasp in 2015 as a conscious individual. This natural line in like the 77 degrees. The five out above and below or 72-82, is the tolerance beyond the natural, or what may exist supernaturally in relationship to that accepted natural order. LSS, all I am saying here is that I promise you all there is an ESS or some item that ESS named by me and Morianity, is reflective of. For all I know they have no name for it, just as both NSA and even CIA here in America a long time ago but long after they formed, were totally unknown. Later as lids blew off and all the cover stories failed, they allowed one percent of their truth to be spun out to the society. It may have any of a million wild names. I call it the ESS in my Morianity, for the 'Exploratronic Supermind Society'. This does explain it quite well and I think the name that I gave it is quite fitting. But moving still along a bit further here; not even Mountainpen/Morianity can know enough to really give you the skinny on all of the agendas, plans, motives, operations, and so forth, about the ESS, whatever it really truly is and has been and will be. You have to add the tents into that folks, you really do. The very nature of the ESS makes them TIMELESS due to travel abilities through hyperspace where all times and all parallel universes can be dream-travel-accessed. I am hitting nerves, FCC-Bob McDowell, the )WD-HACK) is starting up, as I knew it would. Ever notice I can only write a few paragraphs at best, before the computer hacking starts fuckiGN shit all up? They don't want all this fuckiGN shit being told, even though no one listens or believes. The roadblock after the road-block, proving that only the ESS is indeed what could be behind all of this hell and all of this monstrous fuckiGN shit, all along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as to how to use Psychiatric-Expectancy, which by the way the Milituforce just totally blotted out of my mind like God's memories after Jesus's blood saves us from our sins, as Biblical Teachings tell us all about; but as to using this, I was not given exact ways to perform this horrible technique, but it left me wondering if water-boarding really is the worst thing done in military-torture-technique, the world over, and the USA is right up there with the best of them, IPYT! But that is not my point, and there are a million things to say and discuss about this, and that is what other following blogs are all for. I merely for right ow want to talk about the biggest human emotion, FEAR. It can kill. It is generated in that quantity only by a sufficient amount of belief in the brain, that all that is known to us at this present second and going back a ways, is now about to be challenged. If someone points a loaded gun at you, this is what is meant by your life flashing in front of you. But if enough fear is generated to make one scared enough to have reality challenged and yet the heart does not explode killing you; you will lose your mind forever. This happened to my mother in a powerful hyperspace interaction, via the awesome WAYV Paula dream-queen King, on the early morning hours after Christmas, on 26 December of 1997. Eleven years later, I had my own version of HER interactions, while at work at the GAP CIFALOGLIO place. Callio's flowers. Psychologist. YOU'RE FIRED Macy and Trump!

Try getting out of this one, Dawn-Marie King, oh great Highness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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