HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CHAPTER 2

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