I
don't want to leave things the way the last chapter does for one
great reason. It looks like I took my pouty little ball and went
home, and this is not the case even though my blogaud is way too
fucking dumb most likely to see this truth.
Sure
I wanted to get a small following of a hundred or two or so, and
ended up with zilch, but it is the world that will end up on the
short end of shit a lot more than me. I was willing to go into huge
shit and tell shit so major that it would allow all humans to live
marvelous Donald Trump lives. But I am not god and without any help
at all, nothing can operate. No man is an island, and this is a quote
from many, one being the great disco diva Donna Summer, and it's very
true. I, unlike my distant cousin, am man enough to openly admit to
it as well as to all of my frailties. But when two people who cannot
scratch their own backs, decide to scratch each others, this is when
the shit begins to work.
You
want to know what I was about to tell? Maybe not if it is is just
family enemies and enemy agents, but I'll tell anyway. After
retelling the great Fascitar secrets, I was about to tie in how all
of us are never alone, or for that matter, what we think we are. I am
not implying the puppet or robot thing here, but despite the truth
that we do have real lives to live, there is a giant carny illusion
going on all over us, bigger than any matrix concept, not that this
was not a great starter kit for my teaching the next level up from
there. Only now, it won't be taught until I get back to Jersey next
year, and eventually maybe in another year after that, get settled to
the point where I can take this blog and create my own website and
grow both of them slowly and surely with real people who genuinely
care about my words and are really interested in my message.
I
am all through playing games with those up here now. Still, here is
what you will be missing, just in case you give the tiniest fucking
turd swallow. Many years back, I did all I could to figure out how
some group or force or whatever, seemed to be able to know my every
move and plan no matter what. It took until this very year to put
enough dots together to give me a final picture even beyond what I've
yet told regarding ESS and stuff that is related to it. The human
mind is in two parts, and I don't mean its two sections. One part is
an honest personality and sentient being that begins to form and
develop as baby-hood turns into youth and onward. The other part is
part of a collective inside of a real place or realm, that these
blogs for ten years, called morianity, has labeled as the D-6 or
(Sixth-Dimension). We all share the duality of being truly our own
unique separate beings, as well as the 6-D collective. Now what is
left after this to be figured out and tweaked is simply that there
has to be something with rules and mechanics that both govern as well
as operate all of the hows and whys and so forth. In other words, why
do the majority of people go through this life without any of this
information really mattering to them? Why also do a few such as
myself, end up with this other part of myself, making a conscious
willed effort to connect with me, effect me, and do all manner of
things that these ten year blogs all discuss? This is what you have
missed out on by not even trying to help this blog grow, mother
fuckers!
THIS
ENDS CHAPTER 2
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
