HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 128
MAY
11, 2015,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 10:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-87/L-66.
WIND
IS ESE AT 7, GUSTING TO 24.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 74%, & IT FEELS LIKE 82.
You
know people, and this is only my messed up whittle opinion by the
way; but I think that the one stock market is one too many. So just
think what it would be like if there were a lot of stock markets?
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Oh
hot shot Lenny McKinnon, we
both know that this does not stop at Marcy and Robin, or any 1980
legal actions involving you, my music, and other phenomenon that I
haven't dared to even touch let alone try to really ever tackle in
any complete or meaningful way, YO! My mom and her great ideas of my
KFP, my flawed theories, and so much more. All things always matter
and they always count. No item is insignificant of no consequence. I
always told on my blogs for nearly ten years now how one can admire a
great hero and learn from them, but just as equally as we can all
learn from copying good shit, reversing bad junk that we see around
us and learning how not to act or not to be is every bit as valuable
a lesson on the great cosmic blackboards. You go into a public place
as a teenager and see someone around your age acting up and
embarrassing their parents. Right away, you should be thinking,
crissake, I sure don't want to be acting like that, not now, not
ever. The same intensity and fervor of emulating a positive role
model, can be done in just this reverse way. Even my wonderful
daughter MY agrees with me on this, and I know that. But then, even
without that being true, I am just making this little statement
before going on.
Pearl
Harbor Day of 1996 was a very major day for me. I used the I-Ching to
go into a very special trance around one in the morning and the next
thing I knew in the waking world it was the dot of five, four hours
later, and I came out of it with a real super bang. Then in a flash,
a powerful memory struck me. When you wake up from a vivid dream
ladies and gentlemen, you do not realize that a double of yourself
was just interacting in a parallel universe and that you were
literally along for the ride in a recessant type of
cosmic-movie-goer. The time here in our universe where our bodies
are, has no relationship whatsoever with the time in any parallel
universe, and when you get a sudden memory, whether it be
instantaneously upon awakening, or hours later, or whenever; this is
just you remembering other you's in the hyperspace or the multiverse.
This as many of my readers, few as they may be, know totally well;l
is what happened to me on the fifth day of the tenth month, back in
the year of 2008. I woke up, and then I remembered something almost
immediately. Some think this may indeed be a parallel universe, but
the only problem is that it was, but folks, there are almost an
infinite number of these parallel universes, so many in fact, that
some are so close to each other that they differ by a few
rearrangements of atoms or out of the squared number of Avogadro,
just ten or twenty total atoms are arranged differently, or to make
it more palatable to get this; they are exactly the same, other than
for a lousy piece of dust being an inch away in those two worlds, on
top of a credenza in your master bedroom. Sir Avogadro, whose name I
am sure that I am spelling incorrectly; figured out an equation
almost a century ago that told him how many atoms exist in our
universe. So my simple point to all this complex seeming gibberish
here, kind folks; is simply this. Because I ''had that powerful
dream'', and that made me remember repressed memories here in waking
life that were equal, from a time long ago up on LINY; this is an
example of two things. 1), Extremely close copies of localized
hyperspace is why the dream happened as well as the event in waking
world, long forgotten. And 2), the seventh dimension or the realm of
Lawtronics, the very circuitry of the system that moves downward into
MIND, and then further down in a complex continuing escape, out and
away from void infinity onto a plank realm or Astral-Plane, and
further down even yet from here, into the fifth dimensional
hyperspace of so many parallel universes, all existing in a
relationship to plank only somehow divided by the speed of light
squared, or the realm of the physical and matter. Just how and why
this event was interactive with the seventh dimension, or realm of
the Lawtron; is not an easy lesson to teach, or for that matter, be
learned. In fact it cannot be grasped unless the HALLS FAWCES so to
speak, allow an opening or a gateway in MIND, directly to any of you.
Without that gateway, it is impossible for you to ever walk through
and know. In ways not communicable, this is why there is a lot of
truth to many bizarre and outlandish items, such as the formation of
the great USA by our founding fathers, one of whom is a direct
ancestor of mine, Samuel Huntington, and then there is the Chicago
branch of my wild family, that if I were to get into, McGuire and his
people would come down here and murder me with an ax while I sleep
tonight! As
long as the new world goes on the way it seemingly will now since the
debacle of the late seventies put some really monstrous things into
play; the pendulum that used to swing back and forth, may break
before it has a chance this time to reverse itself. I feel this was
very meticulously and carefully planned, as too many incredible and
clever things just happens to all be woven into the new age political
system, to not be intentionally created to work this way.
All
I can say, is that I do keep my word, and my enemies know that. If
they allow me to live, I will not rescind or renege. I have very very
little in the world, materially, but I have my good name and good
word, actually, via the kidnapping, my good name and credit are gone.
Still, I have not lost my word and my honor. Just exactly why are
places and dates so powerful and so important to the rulers of
cosmos? I mean Elly Helen in 1997 that summer day, and then Cigar
Sarah Karge and the state police barracks being where the McGuire
property is over here in this world, and then up in 2008, the night
that Dawn's mother Ann King and her son in law Louis Laines, came
over to my Mullica Mobile Manor trailer, to tell me to go to bed and
be over at their house real early the following day to go and get
Dawn out of the great Seacaucus, New Jersey Rehab-Clinic. Even the
great © Office knows the dam song lyrics from my THANX TO THE
SHADOWS 1997 project, but let me rehash it here, kind folks! “On
the night of 12 July, I saw my giant girl walk by. I knew we'd be
apart that day, until we'd meet again at J.K.”
But speaking of that crooked parallel universe Publishers
Clearinghouse and the Prize Patrol, Sir Gawky Gaukauk; just how do
the two letters of K.J. McAllister on Super Bowl Day of the 1996
football season, fit into all of this???????????? It does you know.
All shit fits together, no matter how many mother fuckers hope that
it doesn't!
Folks,
remember on hacked out areas of my blog, just hit the dam ass
'CONTROL-A' on your keyboard. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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