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''.
When my father was visiting me in the middle seventies; he said he
was going to leave, and then come back in a while, but he offered no
explanation at all as to why he had to go back down south, and I gave
up trying to squeeze it out of him. This
is while he was dreaming he was my father, or you might say, living
his life. But
he always talked about his ''island-universe'',
a term used in older days of science, when scientists and astronomers
still thought that our Milky Way Galaxy (MWG) was all there was, and
later learned it is one out of about a quarter trillion others; or
that is where they put the figure today, roughly; and it changes as
do all things in science; but that is not my point right now; great
people. When I joined the religion of Light and Sound (Eckankar) in
the nineties, for three years; their living ECK MASTER, similar to
the POPE for those of CATHOLIC FAITH; wrote some really fascinating
things called Discourses that were mailed monthly to members. Only
after the third millennium came in, did I actually come to learn
details of the Province Olympia; the capitol province of the entire
PHASE-2-REALITY or Plank
Realm
(Astral
Plane).
It would be absurd and more for me to even try getting into a lot
about this, with anyone. It would be like the head of NASA coming
over here in an hour or so and insisting on making me a successful
astronaut by 0800 hundred hours Wednesday morning! This idea as the
kids might say today would be a total hot drop. IE, forget about it,
YO, it ain't freggin' happening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But what I will say
here, is that many powerful things went down as I dreamed that this
current century and millennium was coming in. Two of the items out of
a whole laundry list however,had their roots well back into the
twentieth century. One was my unfathomable and terrifying search to
locate Sarah Krassle from my supposed past, and the other was having
the strange ability to be fully aware while in waking world reality,
that MIND=GRAVITATION FORCE, and that SPACE-TIME-MIND was the gateway
for connecting the two most powerful concepts in science and physics;
Quantum Dynamics and Einstein's relativity and Space-time.
One
of the things I'll get into, has nothing to do with either of those
two listed items in the above preceding paragraph, but rather, is
about food and my physical world parents, Kenny of Hammonton-2006!
Don't get me started with going to libraries with Ed, or to
restaurants with my mother during the past decade of her life. The
book, “The Permission Barrier” somehow was channeling through me
to let me know in a round about way, what I was about to fucking face
in my very near future. I totally believe I was being channeled (mind
melded in the Trekker Fans world), by the mighty non-Mizz
Hollister/JULIA WHITE. I would love to do a single blog without
glorifying my daughter, and her family, and all of these relatives;
but unfortunately, I have come to accept that this has become what
these blogs all were meant to discuss, from even before their very
inception. Sounds a bit biblical huh, like in God knowing us before
'he' laid the foundations of the world? This
ain't no fuckiGN bullshit, ladies and gentlemen.
I promise you that. If you're an atheist, god bless you. I have seen
and witnessed the reality that you're full of shit. No one wishes
that this was not so more than me, and I also know you'll never ever
fucking believe a word that I say. After arguing with jerk offs like
Cuzz J-Stuart and Fake-cuzz D. Snyder Realityson; I know better than
to try and convince a soul of anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving
this onward still, folks; my father on the Astral Plane, built the
great structure called Ricktown Manor, one of the top one-hundred
largest structures on the entire Purgatory (Plank
Realm/Phase-2-Reality). I will not go into major details, but he also
owns a business, a chain of diners, and I have seen them. They have
the most beautiful layouts and booths and stools and the colors are
sort of a pea-green but mixed with colors that don't exist in the
Physical Waking Plane of waking life existence. I am getting a major
space-hack, bob FCC McDowell, kind sir.
AUGUST
9, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 1:02,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
YESTERDAY-------(H-93/L-75).
HUMIDITY
IS 90%, FEELING LIKE 84 DEGREES.
WIND
IS CALM, WITH ESE GUSTS TO 11.
WEATHER
EXPERTS ARE TRACKING THE ERIKA STORM.
GEE-WILIGARS,
is this 1988, and GEE WIZZ © EXAMINERS, and all dancing Mickey-D
employees of Southwestern New Jersey!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy am I lovin'
it, aces, hearts, or whatever the best hand in poker is, sweet lovely
Josephine!!!!!
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
DANGER,
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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!!!!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!
SOME
MOTHER FUCKING ROTTEN BUM HACKED ME!!!!
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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IT TOM KEAN OF HOMELAND SECURITY!!!
PLEASE
CLICK THESE LINKS TO ARCHIVE OLDER BLOGS.
I
want to really thank my beautiful LIGHTNING
GODDESS for coming over to visit with me twice. First, a
few hours after going to bed last night, I woke up to take a dam
piss; and she was flashing in the distant northeast. Then in the
afternoon or early evening, she came back again and was with me
for a while. IWALU so very badly, DIANA!!!!!!!!!! Eddie Lynch told
me that hackers love to fucking pick on people's
word/document/office programs. Right now, I'm getting fucking
killed with their dirt bag space-hack fuck up, you know, where
shit keeps coming out in this following way: ''Th ecow jumpedo
vert hem oon and Mark Wayne Mohr dreams of shooting lots of scumb
agh ackers''.
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Another
thing I discussed with my counselor back six days ago was my computer
and my rotten hackers. I did not talk about the 1983 music curse or
how I wanted to wipe out industry enemies from my Atco bathtub. Maybe
if I had done that,
THEN
THERE WOULD NEVER BE A SONG, TITLED, 'ACADEMY
ROAD'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THINGS
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SUCK, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is the powerhouse shit that the great Asian professor knows, along
with some of his colleagues. Somebody does not want me to print this,
because the computer is going quite whacky, so I will be limited to
what I can say to keep this entire fucking shit from crashing, like
what happened over at Tony BonJovi's place in twenty-eleven, when I
was visited by the great Lightning Goddess Diana, on that day, and
was all told on blogs that anyone can archive, on both wordpress dot
com and blogger dot com. If you do not get it, then there isn't all
that much that I can do to help you get it, there are only words for
me to use, and not everyone gets shit, so do your best, my friends
and my fiends.
Whether
MIND is stored and powered mechanically or biologically, a
machine-mind, or a human-brain, in other words; mind is mind;
and after enough mind comes together, powerful shit happens, that
nobody thought to even guess, a short few decades ago; not in all of
the best syfy works, or anything else for that matter. But there has
to be a sufficient quantity of mind. Today, the advancement in
micronization technique and computer technology in partnership, is
making it a definite reality, for machines to become equal to and
even surpass human minds. Some say this is silly, computers can do so
much now, they are already greater, but you are wrong. The machines
are huge adding machines, and with all of the software, they still
know that 1 and 1 is 2, they merely know it a trillion times faster
that you and I know it, which many are now saying, so who cares, but
therein lies, no offense, your ignorance to a powerful fucking
reality, so read on. Enough mind coming together, and sentientness
begins all by itself, it just takes a sufficient amount of MIND. All
the computers right now at the local Walmart store put together is
not quite equal to an average toddler. You see, the toddler can
think, and the machine still knows one thing, one and one is 2. But
as more power and memory becomes what will replace our present day
computer, and when the new cubit-chips are made a part of this ultra
high technology as well; the toddler will be born. There is no such
thing as AI, or artificial intelligence. There is either not enough
of it to be there, or there is enough of it, sort of as the mighty
girl of drunken wisdom would say so often and endlessly so it seemed,
Mizz Dawn-Marie King the great; ''IT IS WHAT IT IS'', and
indirectly, we have the built in symbolism in that mighty statement
of pure Platonism Wisdom, of the great GODDESS HERSELF,
THE BABYLONAIN SCYLLA-ISIS, ''is-is'', it is what it
is. All things are designed intentionally with a mighty and all
powerful SYMBOLIC CONNECTIVENESS, GOOD
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
continuing on with ENOUGH MIND, verses NOT ENOUGH MIND, well folks,
this is what eventually makes consciousness/awareness. What then goes
onto create emotions that the human brains develop after birth and
baby-hood and then moving into childhood and onward through life, is
the outward interaction with their external environment beyond their
inner mind. Placing a powerful computer that has ENOUGH MIND and thus
is intelligent and aware of itself, and putting in into a robotic
mobility by using advanced robotic technology, allows this developing
machine-toddler, to also, as with real children, learn all about the
emotional reality to thought and existence.
So
now you all know the truth about no such thing as artificial MIND or
INTELLIGENCE, merely one is generated in a biochemical way and is
powered by a biological machine that feeds on heat energy by
consuming calories or FOOD, and another is powered by solar cells,
electricity, or to quote my daughter's stepfather from 1995 at the
Haddonwood Swim Club, with Gravigain-Hypertronics, a system he showed
me and drew for me, so incredible at the pool one day, that I though
I would die of a mother fucking heart attack. As with my ex-bizz
partner at the Studio Park Record Company from 1998-2000, these are
two highly intelligent folks, well, one departed this veil of tears,
the other is here in the land of misery and woe, along with poor old
fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before getting to my hyperspace travels into today from last night
where I departed one universe and came back into here, a very
different one, so different in fact, that my entire mother fucking
day was wild and outlandish and super botbar, 4 straight now,
producing a 4:5 for the month of February of 2014, or an 80% MPB,
good folks. Crocodile Tears City, cubed, for poor old fucked up
Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
CHAPTER
45
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
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All
I want is peace and serenity, but it looks like there are entities
who hate me so badly this will never be a fucking possibility. WOW
does this totally suck, chew, and bite; lovely Mary-Lee, and
Katharine; and
all great fish all over the place.
THIS
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