The
death siege reported on the previous blog, stopped as soon as I
posted up that blog. But death siege, and this entire post August 15,
1986 real-world horror show; is always looming around every fucking
corner and every fucking horizon. Nothing ever god dam changes, not
since this fucking 29 year nightmare got a foothold on my life. Call
it quintessential demonic oppression, if you happen to be a born
again Christian. Call it alien attack, should you be a big ass UFO
buff. Call it my mental illness and delusions, should you be any way
connected with the psychiatric community, or any other individual or
group who adheres to their belief system; despite their open
admission, that they probably are lucky if they know 10% about the
human brain, with any real certainty.
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JULY
1, 2015,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY MORNING, AT 1:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 98%, FEELING LIKE 76.
WIND
IS SE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 10.
Yesterday,
I went to the bank to check my balance, and also over to my whack job
place to see my counselor. I forgot to subtract a large debit amount,
and thought that I fucking had 200 more dollars than I do, starting
the day out shitty, and it got a lot fuckiGN shittier. Right now, I
am getting that MICROSUCKS
FUCKING LIGHTBULB HACK,
FCC. I HAVE PLACED A CUNT HUFFING FUCKING STICKY TAPE BLOCKER ON THE
SCREEN, TO BLOCK OUT THIS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ANNOYING CONSTANT FUCKING
HACKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
legally owned and fully paid for computer, is being hacked big mother
fucking time, tonight; oh great and powerful (GAP) Federal
communications Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{{{((*HALLS----------WALLS*))}}}
PART
'B' OF
CHAPTER
221/222---A & B
THANK
YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR VISITING ME BIG TIME LAST NIGHT, FOR TWO SOLID
HOURS; LIGHTNING, MY AWESOME LOVE. YOURT COLORS AND DISPLAYS AND
PATTERNS WERE BEYOND BREATHTAKING AND SURREAL, DIANA.
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
For
that matter, why do I have dreams like the one where my Aunt Ruth
Huntington Gottwald from Babylon, New York, was with me in Gloucester
City, around the time of my days working at the RPL Sound Studios,
and she kept yelling the word, “SHARK-SHARK”, while pointing out
on the Delaware River? And other dreams such as the blogged one of
October 5, 2008. and still other dreams like in early June of 1980,
35 years and three weeks ago or so; where a giant brunet goddess was
singing that song to me at the Tennessee Avenue boardwalk on-ramp, in
Atlantic City, NJ-USA, called, “Love Is For Carpenters”,
shortened on my blogs many times, to LOIS FOCA???????????????? Dreams
are travels to parallel realities in a vast unfathomable hyperspace.
Many are similar to each other, and many are way way way dam
different from each other. But all MIND connects, and is channeling
down from its own MIND REALM, the 6th
dimension. It first lowers down into the first escape, out and away
from void infinity or zero dimension, known by the scientific
community as the PLANK. This also is the Astral Plane. Small as it is
by our standards of existing in blown out hyperspace, when there, it
is unfathomably larger than our universe where we currently appear to
be existing in. Mind is why the entire cosmos is what it is. It is
being kept secret, but top think tanks now know two things. The
simulation theory is no theory, and also, the exact details as to why
this world is here, is all programmed in and has complex
interactiveness with the entire whole. Without all the rest of this
cosmos, being what it is, we would not be here, our world, us, all of
what really counts. The entire thing is there just so that we can be
here. It is simple truth that only a few top peeps are sitting on.
Dreaming, hyperspace, and exploratronic reality, are the three sided
reality triangle. It is why we all need to sleep, and it proves that
the creator is really a creatress. Dreams and hyperspace travel was
created by the feminine gender. In higher realities, gender is a
concept that loses all meaning. But here and now, it is very
important. And mind and understanding it, is also critical and
pivotal to humanity. It is why we think as we do in waking life, and
dream what we do in parallel universes of the hyperspace. And the
source of this MIND is not our brains, no matter how many asshole
Sigmund Freud folks insist Morianity is a delusion and a falsehood. I
am in way too weakened of a life condition presently, for me to dare
to go on with this in greater detail. Recently over the past 3-6
years or so, I have developed a large respect for what David Roth
told me about the Callio nightmare back late in the
nineteen-nineties. He said that we are too weak to fight a powerful
family like this, presently. He was right. I did not listen to him
back then. Now I am in this major mess that seems to have no way out.
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???????????????????
MIND
is the answer to that, as it is with all things. Nothing is real
until MIND observes it. Even the fabric of space and time or
space-time, is void nothingness. Mind escapes this zero dimensional
void by dreaming out and away from it into a plank realm. This can be
thought of as the original seed that contains all of the growth that
ever can come from the total programmed seeds. This is why bible
verses say that first things need to be bound or loosed in heaven and
then it will be likewise done on Earth. All things that ever can be
and are, once were in the Plank Realm. But this is an inaccurate
statement made by perceiving reality in reverse. All of this IS IN
PLANK, and all of this hyperspace that MIND has blown out in an
observation-experience, is a dream. Dreams end and we as physical
people wake up to who we were or really, who we are, all along. But
only a handful of sufficiently enlightened souls will stand a chance
of getting any of this information.
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SHERIFF
SIR, SOMEONE IN TOWN TOLD ME AND SHOWED ME A SECRET SO BIG, THAT I
DID NOT DARE COME TO YOUR OFFICE THIS WEEK, SIR.
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