The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": CHAPTER 17, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

CHAPTER 17

HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE.

Here are a few grains of spiritual food to chew on. First off, no blog could ever hope to adequately describe my life, not in its supernatural reality, its horror, or its unfathomable qualities that make anyone say it is all a balloon hoax from a total crazy nut job. Admitting this to myself is merely accepting reality. This makes an old coworker and semi-pal of mine from half a dozen years or so ago, very happy!

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Right about now, it would take a million of these beautiful places and a billion years spent there in peace and solitude, to make up for what has been don e to me for over 8,000 years. That is just reality; Sally Starr, and Paul Pedersen!

And please; don't let the mighty Washcloth-TAWF clan, lock me up in either one of these horrible secret locations. 'JOJO' my hoho-asshoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DANGER, DANGER, DANGER,

My mother used to say this back in 1973 and for several years after that. Shortly afterward, along came the great Incredible Hulk TV SHOW, and don't tell me that someone has not been listening in to my private life ever since the sixties, just please, OK?

But let's speak a little while about physical verses astral planes of existence, my mother, and food; because a major situation is all tied into this and has been all throughout infinity. My teacher, Mildred B. Young from Cooley Hall, told me in 1972, that I need to watch out for my mother or she will dominate and control the rest of my life. In a strange way not bloggable, this all happened, as if she was the biggest prophet since biblical Daniel; but a lot more than this is happening here. First, the last sentence that I mother fucking just wrote was mysteriously hacked right off this blog, so here we fucking go again, ACLU, FBI, AG-PB, and Sheriff KJM! This is some stupid fucking FIREFOX update that is causing these recent hacks; so you need not worry; for those persons and agencies that I just listed. You're trying to type your mother fucking documents, and they could care less; constantly interfering with your shit, and making the shit stop writing while you are typing, and not just this, but any and all updating systems that suddenly just take over your machine. It is not fuckiGN fair, and it fuckiGN cunt stinks to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So getting back to my mother and food. On the Astral Plane, both my parents have successful food businesses. My dad operates a diner chain called the ''Island Universe Diners of Akoslem'', and my mom operates the restaurant in the front of Ricktown Manor along Linelane-9910, called the ''Ricktown Manor Restaurant''. While my mother lived or really, dreamed here on this physical plane as my mother, off of the purgatory (Astral-Plane); she made a lot of food that made me get very fucking violently dam ill, ever since I sang in a choir at a Haddonfield, New Jersey church on Kings Highway, about a mile or just less from the Cooley Hall that I would later go to school at. She continued to make me sick with bad food and bad cooking for many years to come. Steve told me recently before he no longer could talk, that Patty and her were in many conspiracies together to keep me from ever knowing things that I needed to know, and to keep me endlessly dependent on my mother and as ill as possible without my suspecting anything. This topic is very ugly, very lengthy, very complicated, and will all be discussed in later blogs at later times, as the situation in future days warrant me to do so.

AUGUST 9, 2015,

SATURDAY NIGHT AT 9:14,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-88/L-73).

HUMIDITY IS 87%, FEELING LIKE 87 DEGREES.

WIND IS E AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.

Well blow me fucking down, Popeye; and release me from all great 1969 songs, Sidney Mirrors Crown, because goddess dam it, ''That's The Way It Goes'', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I'm so very sorry sir, and wow can I see people when they don't think that I can, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU MISSED ME, YOU EVIL FUCKING WITCH JANE SHITCRAPPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!

Oh I am so fucking scared of you too, Paula and Sarah. FREAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A little bit of Milituforce horseplay was around when I got past the bank sign and made a right turn off of Seventh so that I could go up to US Route 1 and hang my left for Vero Beach, all great travel instructions givers, ''everywhere''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shut the front door; Bones McNulty!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Now the next topic for this blog tonight is the truth about low frequency sound and what and who is behind its growth for the past half century by way of music and sub-woofers and now noise and sub-woofers. The great artist formerly known as PRINCE, knows if anyone does, some truths, but hopefully he will read these words eventually, as many of his friends do and will most likely print a copy of this part for him, eventually. As with most great things, no one thing is ever behind another great thing, it takes a mix of several or at least two items, in order to cause some kind of major effects. He discusses the chemtrial phenomenon effecting moods in his neighborhood, but it is a combination of this as well as the very sounds that he used to catapult himself into stardom, ultra low frequencies, or sub-sonics, the junk that today's very powerful subs produce. As more and more people use them and blast them, the Doppler-Effect of the decaying ambient sound, especially by night as sound overall in higher frequencies begins to decrease; even though we won't hear this sound; acts on the nerves of people, AND IS THE REASONALL THIS GUN VIOLENCE IS HAPPENING AND HAS BEEN STEADILY INCREASING DOR TWO DECADES NOW on a very measurable and undeniable way!!!!

I have knowledge not readily accessible to any other mortal, because I visit with regularity, whether any of you chooses to believe my words or not, the great Purgatory, and I know all of the powerful Astral Gods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just love this wonderful life and wonderful world, Mister and Misses King and Queen of all sarcasm and facetious behavior!!!! Yes sir and ma'am; Youtube is just the internet network, or we might see it as the fourth American network. When I called Google on several occasions, about trying to bring traffic to any of my stuff, blogs, Youtube posts, etcetera; they only screwed with me, and would not allow me to join this system; which is a blatant violation of my First Amendment Rights under the U.S. Constitution, to free fucking cunt speech!!!!

The great Victoria Callio and the great Callio family; perrrr-fect together, huh Homeland Security Ex-Chief Mister Tom Kean, kind sir? And I promise all the horrible hunters of the world that I sure ain't lion!!!! Even McGuire and my long dead Cousin Arthur. JEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE; Detective Fontanna, sir! These mother fuckers just tried to freeze me and crash my program, the minute I ever say fucking Hotel-Mascara-BOO-2010 about these nightmare horrendous demonic fucking cunt CALLIO PEOPLE, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO & WOW!!!!

Well, I managed to get through another 0808, oh great ancestor-cousin of mine, from the triple murder suicide of Braintree-Mass-USA, Mister HH88HH88 Herbert Huntington's son, my mom's Uncle Arthur. No phony Uncle Arthurs, Elizabeth Montgomery ma'am, the real Uncle Arthur, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I AM GOING TO HAVE TO 'CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE' AGAIN, (COMPENSATE)!!!

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A fucking moron who pays attention can see that this wild shit is totally real, and I don't mean a little fucking computer hacking, peeps!

There are advanced people from far in the future of many parallel realms to this one, members of the Exploratronic Supermind Society; who live many lives, and switch back and forth by saying 'nighty-night' to their spouce and turning over to snore. None of you from the most powerful to the most under the bridge sleepers, have a small clue to any of this. Pitiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Absolutely mother fucking pitiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOME MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!

A pouting non-merry child can see what is going on.

THE GREAT AWESOME TWB, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!

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SAY IT TOM KEAN OF HOMELAND SECURITY!!!

The simple facts of all things is that while we live and exist as hyperspace entities or as human beings on planet Earth inside of a body, in many parallel universes; we cannot be sure of anything other than doubting is a prudent thing to do. This is why you all doubt me and no one believes a word I say, and you all read me out of pure amusement and fun, well, MOST OF YOU; and that's totally cool. There is hope for me in the shadows, as long as a few even keep reading and laughing. Just keep the angry stair chasing going on somewhere else, or I'll move even farther away to an asteroid or something. 'Gollllllleeeeey-Sarge'; 'that is so not for me', and I wish I had never ever seen what I saw, on that day in 1972, Congressman Oak-Angel. The BRIGGBASE CULT is the reason why this all seems to follow the pattern of me leaving a string of hot shots behind me like freaking breadcrumbs. If you have more questions anybody, regarding this, talk to them, use the darn FASCITAR and go visit the Province Olympia with the 6-10 Waking Freeze-Get Past The Fear instructions, given over and over on my many blogs. Then will yourself onto the BRIGGBASE, to ask these kind wonderful darling peeps there, IF YOU FREAKING BLOODY SHOE MACE CAN DARE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. You won't be in any neck of the woods you're used to being in, let me warn you right up front there, sudden storms Al Roker, my pal. How I loved hearing you when you first got started decades ago. Don't ever change or stop, I love you DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I have seen more paranormal supernatural stuff, than any gang of folks put together that I am aware of. Is this because of mere coincidence, because I look for it, or because IT LOOKS FOR ME? Door number 3 is the best choice folks for one big reason. If this entire simulation is about me, how would the other two doors be anywhere near as relevant, YO?

THANK YOU PEE. KEEP TRYING PLEASE!

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Oh the gods, do I wish I could leave this endless existence and find oblivion. I'd settle for my daughter PP being able to find me with her 74-WP device. But until then, I can always visit her by trancing out and going to the correct place in hyperspace where she lives as real as any of us live right here in this universe. Laugh at me all you want to world and McNulty!

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ALSO, WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME, ERNIE MERKER? Couldn't their blind eyes win or see???

MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG

I am quite disappointed in the Gods of the Astral Plane. I spent 8 years plugging them and now the Science and History Cable Channels are all over it; and what did they give me back, nothing? What did they take away from me? My awesome wonderful daughters. Nice entities, really worth paying great homage to and worshiping, would you all not sarcastically agree with me? WOW, what a weelwee WHAAAAAAAAAAAAONDERFUL WORLD, EHH?????

Ernest Merker the great? IP and WOW! Where have all the folks gone who used to at least communicate once in a while with me? You really all know how to emmereffing hurt a person, lovely folks!!! You go Northbrook, Illinois.

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Well, maybe when Microsoft Spellchecker adds great Chicago suburb areas to their computer dictionary lists, I may be in the Hundred-K Club for internet shouters. At the rate it is going, this may be around the end of twenty fifteen somewhere, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

''Gash darn it'', Bruce; if you can't fix the dog licking thing, at least you showed me how to change those speeds on the old cassette recorders and make an entire school go bonkers off its nuts, right James Pookah Stuart Harvey, sir????????????????????? LIKE WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cuzz Carol boyfriend sure started the music world off onto a wild and weird new footing with his MOOG INVENTION, and just maybe without his ever being aware of it, Public Broadcasting folks who aired him in the middle sixties somewhere; KRANIK'S MOOD MIND MACHINE, huh Inspector Superkent Henderson????????? Who in the right mind can resist a BIG WOW here; kind ladies and gentlemen???????????

I should have left, and gone to mother fucking MEXICO, a few months ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH!

Well wonderful people out there; a few of you know how real all my shit really is. What will you do when I leave here forever and your world shuts off like a busted light-switch? Think about it! The Quakertown kids from 'heaven' sure did! Don't throw a fit now, Jeffrey Rosenhower, YO!!!

Now peeps, I want you to forget about the Krassle gang from Atlantic City, and 1970, and all of it. I am only talking here about the point, it can be fitted into any topic, not just MORIANITY. I don't say it does not fit here, this is most definitely not what I am saying on this part of this blog. I merely want to move on, as many I know, would desperately love for me to do. Well then let us not disappoint so many lovely peeps. We will begin by worrying about tying shit all together on later days and blogs as I promise you that this indeed will be done. So here we are awake after that wild ''dream'' and the dog is licking your hand that is hanging a bit off the side of the bed. Now it is a week later and you get home tired from work and lay down for a short nap. Maybe you don't, but I am nearly 60 years old with a lot of hell and stress in my life, so I know a nap will come in real handy, if not this day, then a day soon to follow. The radio is playing barely audibly next to the bed on a small night dresser. Suddenly the song is playing in your ''dream'', only you have been given an award for writing this song in this dream, and you are trying to explain that you did not write the song. Now where could this bullshit possibly be going you may be wondering, and rightfully so. You think your wife woke you up only it now has become one of those rare dream inside of a dream, situations. Not all have experienced these things, and many have little to no memory of any of their ''dream-life''. Now a song that you did write is playing on the radio. You realize you are not at home but half a hundred miles from there at a vacation resort in a hotel, and with you is a friend. He hears the song, and loses his mind, because he never thought he would hear something you had written being played on a sizable radio station. He throws a table through the window and jumps to his death. You go to the window as he is falling in sort of a slow motion, off a high floor down to the street, and you scream a number at him, ''seventeen-thousand''. You eventually awaken. You know that you did this for a reason, to watch how this number would come across the valley of hyperspace and into your world, where you have a waking body. It may be a day or decades, but let me tell you something in a vague way that happened with me, and these things are not completely fictional, but altered to keep things safe and many peeps not too pissed off. A local celebrity that you never dreamed you'd meet in real life, becomes a part of your life in ten years. During this time of friendship with this person, she informs you that her late husband who shares the same Christian name as I do, had a very strange thing happen to him, and it involved the exact amount of money, $17,000.00. We may or may not pick this up later, if I feel brave, we will, and if not, I'll just skip around it and move on with similar stories of hyperspace manipulation. This is no game. I am telling you the truth of how my entire life has altered as a result of these things. Does playing with these forces bring the biblical Satan into a person's life? Many believe this. I used to believe it. I know know the uglier truth that he was always there, and just used my youthful fascination with the unknown and strange mysterious items of creation, to connect himself to me, and then go onto do unthinkable things, but not just to me. Many other innocent peeps were all involved, and he had this planned long before 1980 or 1954 or 1854. This was all planned a good 3000 years ago, whether you wish to join Mike McNulty in a great laugh right now, or not, I am making this audacious and unfathomable claim.

Bob Johnny Fucker Faster Joker McDowell, FCC; from my old 1972 Daniel Mackey class, at the Cooley Wormhole Hall, in Haddonfield, New Jersey; dogs, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe I will cheer up someday Twinbay, but first, tell your twin to tell her great friends, to PLEASE STOP MESSING WITH ME ALL MY DAM LIFE. PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE GIRL!!!!

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Well, Your Holiness, that explains the super major DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS A DYING UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION!!!!!!!!! THE PROBLEM IS THAT TRANSDIMENSIONAL DOUBLES OF MY FAMILY ARE DOING THIS TO ME; AND YOU CANNOT PROSECUTE THOSE HERE, IN THIS DIMENSION AND PARALLEL; BUT REALLY, WHAT ARE THE ODDS, SHERIFF, FROM OZ CURTAINS, TO ABOUT NINETY THOUSAND OTHER COINCIDENCES, SINCE ABOUT THIS TIME; BACK EIGHT YEARS OR SO AGO? TELL ME THAT, KIND SIR! YOU TOO, KIND ADA RON WIRTZ, OLD BUDDY FROM 1989!!!!!!!!!!

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Well, Your Holiness, that explains the super major DEATH ANGEL last night, on my right side, great Holy Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Sunday, August 9, 2015

CHAPTER 17, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE

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