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72, HIFISAF
Well
sir, here is something that if you would do this; you
would be more than utterly amazed at what you would find.
All you need to do to see that my claims are real and honest and
true, and not the product of mental illness on my part, is to contact
another New Jersey prosecutor's office, the Atlantic County Office of
the Prosecutor. Tell them that you wish to have them make you a copy
of the morianity-foundation website disc that was confiscated by the
Parole Officer of a man on the Jersey Sex Offender List, Mister
Edward Lynch, last known address on Georgia Avenue, in Atlantic City,
about three years or so ago; according to internet search records.
All I want you to do if you can obtain this CD-web-site-copy, is to
load it into one of your computers, and go to the section,
'slide-show'. Here you will see many things, but the one thing that
stands out like a thousand wildest syfy Twilight and Tween Zones all
combined, was taking place in the autumn of 2006 on Tennessee Avenue
Avenue, in Atlantic City, right outside Robert McGuire's hotel/bar on
the south side of the street opposite the Super-8 Hotel, that used to
be the TRINIDAD (TRINITY) Hotel back when this nightmare all began
around me in the middle nineteen-sixties, kind great
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you get this far, here is where you literally
are going to just have to start taking me more seriously, great
wonderful, Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir. Bob McGuire is suddenly seen
right outside the front seat passenger side window of my vehicle,
where Ed Lynch, the website designer was siting and studying a camera
that he was about to take some perfectly legal photos of on public
property while we parked totally legally on the side of the street,
near his hotel/bar, but not in any way on his property, or
obstructing his driveway into a parking lot, in any way. Suddenly he
appears at the window of the vehicle, and the photo shows this, kind
Sheriff sir. Yet all the while, I was sitting perfectly awake and in
sound and attentive mind in the drivers side of the vehicle, and
neither Ed, nor I, ever saw him there, yet THE DAM PHOTO SHOWS HIM
THERE, and either pointing a gun at us, or clenching a fist. I
personally do not think this is a rational physical world event, and
it cannot be logically and rationally explained away. Maybe the great
Lionsgate near Haddonfield High wants to do another movie about all
of this, some day, huh great sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
major fucking freeze up on my machine for no Earthly reason just
occurred at 36 minutes past five on this Saturday evening, and
shortly after another fire alarm got deactivated by Engine-15 of your
great county here in Florida-USA, kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara. The
mighty deadly symbolist Peekay (Paula King) is at work from her
almighty-Tween-Zone, as usual!!!!
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I
will tell you another big pet peeve of mine; oh great Sheriff, sir.
The lady who is supposed to be with CRIME-STOPPERS, who cleaned my
apartment for 50 bucks last October, is a lifer here in this
building, a very good friend of enemy Games across from me, also a
lifer here, and they are very good friends. She went into his
apartment ten times the day she was supposedly cleaning for me, and
was totally ripping me off. I can understand her taking and selling
my blood pressure meds, taking my canned food goods, and many other
things that were small and not nailed down, but
why did she go into a manila envelope where I keep my music file
since moving here to Florida, and remove my U.S. Copyright
Certificate, from that project that I did and is shown pasted in
above?
Why did she want to take that so badly, why, Sheriff Mascara, WHY????
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WEB-SITE ASKS THE MOUNTAINPEN:
When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
MOUNTAINPEN
RESPONDS WITH:
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
Maybe
we are two who are so totally ''perfect together''; Mister Ridge, and
Mister Kean!!!!
In
any event, telling reality and non-reality apart, is getting more and
more difficult for all of us in the human race to do, anymore,
especially recently. Why, you wonder? Well, this is the topic I will
be getting into for a while on upcoming blogging texts, great people!
Still, what would my old coworker and ex-pal, Mister Snyder do, if he
could not keep saying his famous quotation to me over and over again,
“That's just reality, son”?
When
we fall asleep, and dream into the hyperspace; we must now
start to examine the possibility, that this universe where we appear
awake in an illusion of reality, as well as the ones where we have
dreaming-doubles (doppelgangers); shares
the magical ingredient in addition to all of this, called, the
TWEEN-ZONE. In super simple English and totally said as
parochially as humanly possible; all of the created universes begin
to commingle tofgether in two ways, first by all of us Astral-World
dream-downers, and second, by the actual literal creations as if they
are the creators of a wild videogame, the Peeforey. This is a newly
made up word by me and my Morianity. It simply is a quick way of
saying PHASE-4-ENTITY, singular or plural. Also, I
can feel a nice warm cozy feeling, deep inside; thinking of my
wonderful daughter PEE; each time I may come to write this
newly made up word, in future blogging texts.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Voicemail;
what would we all do without things like this; Mister Sidney
Earphonejack Cohencrown Jewshame of 1969?????????
You
missed me; Jane Dirtbag Water-Witch-Bitch!!!
No,
not all of us live for millions and billions and trillions; Mister
D.J. Trump; oh great marvelous distant CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say.
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day.
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away.
As
I said Sheriff, why was this copyright form stolen out of that
envelope? Nothing else in my music file was removed by that horrible
mother fuckiGN witch thief. So who paid her, and why, kind sir?
All
the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands
on the planet, are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON
THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go ahead and rationally tell me that
my story is all a bunch of whooey, just go ahead, if you really
honestly can, kind Sheriff. Guess what, the ADA
up in Camden County, Mister Wirtz COULDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
I
don't know how many times I technically made her sing that in the
song over at Tony BonJovi's place, Sheriff sir; BUTTTTTTTT, it was
fun. I believe Trump put a stop to my fun as he always does, with one
fucking telephone call. Nice guy, huh? Still sir, a quick question if
I may, kind sir.
If
I could ask you a big favor, to really check out all the stuff of all
my claims, all these years and decades, since you and I were both new
adults, as we are about the same age, kind Sheriff KJM sir, don't you
think you would end up telling me that this is one hell of a powerful
situation, and that I really do deserve to sue a lot of people for
about fifty billion dollars after all the hell they have put me
through. This is no bribe;
so do not take it that way. Business is business, and legitimate fees
for finding things, as well as for detective work, for those with
licenses to carry out such things; are
totally legal the last time I checked. I will share that
50 billion, or whatever it might come to, with you and your family,
and I will gladly put it in writing sir, at your office and with your
own lawyer. Just please sir, before you cross me off 100%, just think
this all over. Hey, if I was not for real, would I do all of this and
risk ending up going to jail for the remaining few years that I have
left to live? Think about that one too, kind Sheriff, sir. Thank you
so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luckily
for freaking me, things are not a lot worse because finding out this
incredible shit over the past ten days and slowly piecing it all
together would normally cause me a lot more than nightmares of owing
42 grand and store employees crashing into and wrecking my vehicle,
and shit here at home with noisy nabes. I actually have got off
lucky, as this has placed me light frikkin' years ahead in my
struggles to deal with TAWF-MILI-2-FORCE or also known as, HALLS
INTERGALACTIC GARY-FAWCES, ''whatever'', Congressman, before you
were the Congressman, back in my kick-ass year of 1975; in where else
but the great beaches of what is now HILTON BEACH OF ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY. You really do have to love the power of the constant, and
yes I was MIND-HACKED, I meant to say the word like, not light, but
my deeper mind that was speaking about the constant, spoke through me
and left me to robotically type in the incorrect word on my previous
blog, WOW, Daniel Mackey.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW.
ENDocrinologists;
NO, END OF BLOG!!!!!!!!
'CHPATER
071, HIFISAF'
Boy
am I one mother fucking sorry depressed mother fucking asshole. To
call me a totally wimpy pathetic little dirt bag loser, cubed,
squared, and Cuban cubed, would be the largest mother fucking
understatement in the galaxy and outside beyond it as well, YO.
My
health is shot, and I am rapidly dying. I am all alone in this
miserable mother fuckiGN world, with not a soul anywhere on the
planet who could give a rats mother fucking shit ass hell about me,
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, oh great kind wonderful sir, YO! I have
been a total and utter complete failure at every single thing that I
ever attempted to do since the day I was in a mother fucking
Levittown, Pennsylvania high chair at the age of three years or so.
Well,
at least I cannot take powerful big ass overdose of generic Ativan
tablets anymore, since they no longer allow me the medication that I
have faithfully taken to make me half normal and feel a quarter OK,
since summer time of 1983 through the end of dirt bag fucking 2014,
kind Sheriff sir, YO. If I did have a gun in here, I would shoot
myself instead of doing this blog. You can see why I am so against
guns, sir!
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy does my 61 year long life totally suck at the
speed of light squared. It would not matter if I was handed the
planet right now, after what the TWEEN-ZONE
has made me suffer through. Nothing could ever make it right again,
nothing!!!
You
could offer me a trip to amazon, or th eentire 100% of stock shares,
and along with that, ten trillion USD. What possible thing would any
of this, and a whorehouse filled with lovely willing love slaves,
possibly do to bring me a tid fucking cunt bit of contentment or joy,
at this stage of my eternal hell nightmare life, YO??????????????
Folks,
as the old drinkers-toast would go, “Here's to the dam world”!
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My
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What would they do without me to make insane, and eventually commit
total fucking suicide; Sheriff K.J. Mascara, sir???????????????????
Since
the Milituforce has made me sick with infection via covert sky/aerial
shit, recently, sir Prince-Formerly; my condition without my medicine
is not good at all. I can barely sleep, and I feel like fucking hell.
This is total covert murder, Sheriff Mascara, AG Pam Bondi, and
Governor Rick Scott. Just so you all know!
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doubles as the greatest female recording artist on the planet. Yet
anyone who has followed along with this blog for ten years, and
doubts this powerful truth totally, is a bigger fool than I am, and
folks, I am a very very fucking big one.
Cunt
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Looking
back at shit, Ron Wirtz Senior sir, CCPO; if I had been able
to make any major change along the timeline of my total hell, someone
somewhere amongst us right now, perhaps my cousin Donald, who can
know; but they may know for certain that the entire world we know and
live in, would have been significantly altered. This was sort of
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GREAT AWESOME TWB, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
Funny,
funny, funny;
Mizz Sheila Hair Franklin Bigtits, huh? W---O---W
THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am rapidly running out of air and life, after totally
ruining the life of Mark Wayne Mohr; after this poor little
fucking jerk off bastard already had had a lifetime, of beyond
hellish fucking woes, and turmoils!
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SEPTEMBER
5, 2015,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 8:09,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 75 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 80 DEGREES.
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 90 & MOSTLY CLEAR.
As
I said back on December 13, 2013, kind folks;
I
could use some help, in case you are out here, PAM BONDI, STATE
ATTORNEY GENERAL, and all local CRIME STOPPERS, and POLICE
DEPARTMENTS. Thank you in advance for anything that you may do for me
to get these fucking pricks off of me!!!!!!!!!! What a fucking sin.
Zimmerman kills people and goes
right on causing trouble all over the place, in and out of Florida,
and his sleazy girlfriend kisses and makes up with him and forgives
him, and nobody wants to send this bastard to jail for a second;
yet I know as sure as dogshit fucking stinks, that if I were to walk
around town today, spitting on the sidewalk once in a while, I WOULD
FIND MYSELF LOCKED UP FOR A LONG TIME WITH NOBODY TO FUCMKING HELP
ME.
All
I ever ask of a soul is, just don't expect me to believe in reap and
sow or the bible, or GOD for that matter. I mean really, WHY THE FUCK
WOULD I, UNLESS I AM THE BIGGEST DAM ASS FOOL IN THIS AND POWERFUL,
WONDWERFUL TERIFFIC AND MARVELOUS, HADDONWOOD SWIMMING POOL BACK IN
1995, HUH CLUELESS PR-95???????????????????????
Joan,
if you're out there anywhere; SUP GIRL? Have you seen my classmate
around anywhere who was going to print out my TPB book from my 24
C-90 cassette tape dictation??????????????????????
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Helen Muscle-Girl Zebriski; “she got me
geuuuuuud”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
cried like a little baby when I got up this morning. I was in Diana's
Great Forest, near Olympia Proper out in the Purgatory, (on the
Astral-Plank-Plane), and thousands of our kids all came into the
cabin to visit with us. She was my giant coil, and had not
transformed into my tall blond teen at the time, and our kids are too
new to understand how to do this so they appear as about four foot
tall energy coils. When I woke up out of this and was back dreaming
here on the mortal waking world inside of hard matter body; I burst
into tears at six this morning, because I found myself back here in
HELL!!!!!!
Starting
on Wednesday in the early afternoon, on 19 August of 2015, and I
believe the eighth anniversary to my major UFO-encounter at the
Cifaloglio job, on 08-19-07; I have been under a very brutal mother
fucking cunt eating total death siege. I can honestly say with a full
knowing, and I would say this under oath, in any American or world
court, with full consequences for maximum imprisonment for perjury,
which normally is five years; that NOT A ONE OF
YOU OUT HERE ON THIS PLANET, WOULD BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THIS AND REMAIN
EVEN 20% SANE. So I think I am doing quite mother fucking
remarkably at 50% sanity, quite personally, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
still people, I truly hope now that you can see plainly, that
following the instructions and great advice of the mighty and
wonderful New Jersey ADA-Prosecutor, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, of the
early and middle nineteen-nineties; is no easy task, by any means
whatsoever. When your entire life is being screwed with, making you
beyond mother fucking miserable 24-7-365.2422;
you try and see how well any of you buttwipes could do with this
wonderful advice. Sure it works, it works like a charm. If I could
let it all roll of my back, then I would not be endlessly robbed of
all of my very necessary LIFE-ENERGY,
for a lack of any better, or more scientifically expressed term.
When
this life-energy is not robbed and stolen from me, such as in the
days before this nightmare started back on
15 August in 1986, my random luck was just like any of
yours out here, folks, 50-50 in long running play, on any and all
50-50 chance tests. But after this date, my LRP-LUCK is about a 20
percent minimum endless deficit. It may average out running only in
the red by 3-5% for many a day, and then I come to get get a week
like this one, and POW; every day leaves me with 30 and maybe 40 or
even 50 percent of my energy, robbed and stolen, by the jerk off
mother fucking bastard squat licking sub-scum MILITUFORCE,
abbreviated by me many times to, the (M2F)!
8:30
AM, 09-05-2015 STATS-BIO ON MY BLOG AT BLOGGER DOT COM.
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I
enjoyed the 20-20 TV-show last night. It really breaks my dam heart
however, that all of the people of the Planet Earth, are unable to
know, that the great goddess of this giant unfolded carpet; is a girl
who is endlessly sixteen years old, and loves games more than
anything else. Hay maybe they're all better off believing as they do.
This is along the lines somewhat and to some degree, with PP's
surface-aware philosophy. Hey it seems to work for him, so Goddess
bless the dam ass fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
CHAPTER
070-------HIFISAF
GOOD
MORNING, SHERIFF KENETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR. I AM UNDER A MAJOR
DEATH ATTACK IN HERE TODAY, FRIDAY, AND AS YOU KNOW, AND ESPECIALLY
IF THE STOCK DIRT BAG MARKET IS RACING UP AS IT IS LATELY, THESE
ENEMIES OF MINE ALWAYS WANT TO KEEP ITS MOMENTUM GOING BY PLACING ME
UNDER A HORRIBLE FUCKING COVERT DEATH SIEGE, EXACTLY WHAT IS
HAPPENING WITH ME RIGHT NOW, AND ON PERFECT DAM CUE, KIND FRIEND!
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This
all started last night with a broken chair for absolutely no Earthly
reason. Right before that happened, I walked out into my kitchen
during a television commercial break while watching the L&O-SVU
Thursday Marathon, on the USA-NETWORK, and I took that horrible
motorcycle jerk off dirt bag assault with noise horrendously loud and
after legal hours, if the Florida laws are similar to Jersey, that
being after 10 P, no excessive monstrous noise is permitted,
and especially if done to intentionally annoy, persecute, and harass
one particular person. But the story does not end there, as shortly
before midnight, these same dirt bags leave wherever it is they go
to. This is always the case. If I suffer hearing this inconceivable
loud attack once, I already know I will have to go through it again
within a few hours down the fucking dam line. But we still are not
done by a long shot, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir! This morning at
quarter past seven as always, usually on Friday and Sunday, but it
can vary from that schedule; along
came the unfathomable car stereo siege outside my apartment window,
that literally makes things rattle and shake inside of my apartment,
in total absolute violation of law; FORT
PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, AND NEW CHIEF OF POLICE OVER THERE, KIND
MA'AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But there's more. As always with that attack, loud banging doors
within 5-10 minutes either follow, or come afterward, right out in my
hallway. So the illegal nabe-guest is back, and either he/she is also
doing the noise attack on me outside my window as an intentional
harassment, before they come in, or after they leave the building.
Today it was before getting in from being out. Twice
the doors slammed very loud, around 24 past 7 and again at 32 minutes
past 7.
This ILLEGAL MOTHER FUCKER NEEDS TO BE IN PRISON, as they have been
told by Debbie Marotto, the Resident Manager, to not come up into
that dam apartment, and she has told me this for years now.
Now
Sheriff Mascara, these monster mother fuckers just froze up my
computer with this recently brand new shit, where the flashing line
at the end of the word document stops and nothing releases it. Twice
now, it releases by itself after about a one minute fucking freeze
up. This is going to be a day where I need your protection, Sheriff
sit, how about it, kind friend, YO????????
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You
know kind sir, I am not Clueless Poolroy-95, and I know what is going
on, and I also know that you are powerless to help me or get any of
this stopped. But it amazes me that a law-enforcement officer would
not at least be curious enough, to want to check me all out, and then
try and contact that one investigator who knew that shit really was
happening to me, and he too was powerless to stop it, but I think
that I was the dam fascination of his entire career; kind Sheriff
sir. I
speak of Ron Wirtz Senior, at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office,
in Camden City, in New Jersey, USA! Well sir, I will leave you to
your day now. I will be in here going through hell all day without
you, here in the TWEEN-ZONE.
For more info on this, you need to read the blog that I posted up
last night, and it should follow this one, as blog sites post things
in reversing time mode. Maybe they think they are positrons for
anti-matter universes, who can know such things, kind Sheriff,
sir???????
END
TRANSMISSION.
CHAPTER
069, HIFISAF
The
mother fuckers are inside our heads, and we are powerless to do squat
about any of it. What I have gone through since my birth nearly sixty
one fucking years ago is all part of what the world leaders are
covering up for all our supposed good and there is more to tell than
would fit in a thousand mother fucking libraries.
The
main reason no one will or for that matter, can believe anything I
say, is because I am asking people whose mind literally is similar to
a radio set tuned to station 1234, and the dial is broken there, and
my stuff is way across the band on station number 6789. It won't
work, yet on I will go, for the record, if nothing else.
Cyberspace
and machine mind, computers and internet, all of this is part of this
massive woven super carpet called our cosmos. Think of it for a
second just like that, forget individual shit from atoms and the shit
they make when all clumped together into matter, such as worlds and
stars, and so forth, just forget all about this shit. Instead,
picture the entire universe as a large old style carpet, the kind of
rugs our great great grandmothers all weaved together, in all of
their individual complexities of so many parts and pieces of colors.
Our consciousness is a bit more than all of the shit that these blogs
have attempted to put into neat little boxes, from hyperspace, to
phases of entities, to numbers of dimensions, and so forth. I am
running out of time to tell you how this all works, and you would
never believe me anyway. Steve the chanter told me something that
blew me away until I experienced this very evening, and that is all I
am going to say. He asked me while he still was able to speak, if I
could tell him more meticulous details about June 21, 2008, after
returning from my job at Cifaloglio and getting home and 'falling
asleep' or 'whatever really happened'. I was not able to give any
better of an account of that experience than I was when it was fresh
and I had just experienced it, nor was I any less able to clearly
account for each detail as I had written and blogged it. Then he
asked me a question about my school that I have called Cooley Hall.
This was just one building out of four buildings that were all quite
large and scattered in an area about five acres or maybe a bit more,
as I am not a farmer or a land developer, and for all I know it was
ten dam acres. He told me how I had told him decades ago that right
along Kings Highway, after the boundary separated the Haddonfield
High school, there was a gate, and at this metal gate was a path that
eventually followed parallel to the football field and jog track of
the high school, with a thin small wooded area also following along
the entire length of Cooley Hall. He told me that on the night that I
figure out how my daughter connects up that area, since I told him
that right inside of it, and five feet below ground; was a wooden
crate, and inside of that, is a smaller container made of steel,
that has all kinds of weird things inside of it, that only become
visible to someone who is dreaming. He reminded me of how we both
talked about the chain, the box, the great Sarah Krassle, the
Steinmetz family, the Stern family, and the wild dreams containing
''That-Family''. I had forgotten this, yet he had remembered our
conversation that took place in his Philadelphia center-city
apartment on that day back in 1974, as if it happened a week ago. He
reminded me of other things such as my eating some strange plant that
was supposed to break the curse 'that I was under, and numerous other
things from the weird three criss-crossed lined chemtrail in the
skies over the county in December of 1969 on the very morning after I
awoke from the powerful dream, where Sarah took the chain away from
me; and on and on I could go with this.
As
for making people sick, and even killing people, invisibly, this has
been going on for the entire time that humankind has had its
civilization on this planet. It is not natural to age and die and
become sick and diseased. Even the Holy Bible talks about the Garden
in Eden where originally, none of that was ever meant to happen, and
only after certain things did go onto happen, that this all was
introduced into the system of this very complex cosmic weave! But
there is a lot more to this. First, nothing is quite as simple as
people living in a waking reality, or even hyperspace and dreaming,
or for that matter, Einstein and his matter and energy conversion
with the speed of light squared, entering into the equation of all of
this, literally. Even my wild attempts of understanding and passing
down the concept of PHASE-4-ENTITIES is only scratching at a surface
of complicated cosmic weave patterns, kind folks. Let me try and pick
things up from here, as all of this quite literally, was merely a
needed foundation that I laid down, before now going any further with
the heart of this blog.
There
is a truth to dreaming and hyperspace, and all things have their
legitimate place in cosmos. Still, a bigger truth than anything
Morianity has discussed thus far with you all; is this. Parallel
universes are indeed there and we do dream into them for lack of a
better or more scientific way of expressing this thought, BUTTTTTTT,
big ass BUTTTTTT; there is still way way way more to this story.
We
all live and our consciously aware of something that we perceive to
be our existence and connection to a life or a reality surrounding
and connecting us, and we appear outwardly as a body with us so to
speak inside of that body-shell, and beyond this our ideas float
endlessly into seas of nearly infinite possibility, and rarely do we
all agree completely on any of this, with each other. If we do in
part, we consider our-self fortunate to have found like-minded people
to hang with. The bigger truth cannot be told, but like a total
asshole dummy, I go on trying. Before I do, remember that if not for
roulette and meeting George Belton in December of 1982, I would not
be where I am at all in concepts such as reality-3, parallel-event,
or most of what I term now, Morianity. Before I start discussing this
topic, these mother fuckers that I will be discussing, get inside of
our own self and mind, as we all become one with this source-force,
and if they don't like you for whatever their reason, they will mess
with you huge-hyper-time. For example, my chair while I was getting
these images in my head over the past couple hours, was fucked with.
For no reason at all, it began levitating. Now this chair has the
ability to go up and down with a knob, but for no reason that is
logical or discernable in any human way, while I was getting all this
information in my head that I am now remembering and typing; the
chair suddenly fucked up and shot me into the air like a fuckiGN
missile. These things just don't happen to fuckiGN people, YO! Only
to me, they dam do! Then after this bullshit happened, I turned on my
compute,r and it too went fuckiGN nuts as all shit. Now I never said
a fuckiGN word, but THEY DO INDEED GET RIGHT
INTO YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't care who believes me or not,
because
I
am not lying about one dam thing; mother
fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not going to profit me in
any possible way for me to sit in here and make up a lot of mother
fuckiGN senseless horse fuckiGN shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things
that make no sense to you, or to me, are only real if there is
something going on in the tween-zone. This expression is just now
being made up here in Morianity, or really in the After-Morianity
Project, still, it is all Morianity (Truth from Beyond Life). The
reason that no one can ever make things perfectly fit in so far as
explaining rationally, anything down to the nth degree about our
humanity and reality as the human species; is so simple it's fuckiGN
totally ass-biting! The Tween Zone connects our waking-sleeping lives
in all of hyperspace, into a higher phases truth (PHASE-4), and in so
combining or commingling; a higher reality always connects shit we do
and shit we are all a part of in one way or another, yet all the
while, it is always out beyond or above us and our reasoning, even
the reasoning of Morianity, as who am I to dare be bold enough to
claim exemption and exception from any one of you? That would really
be the quintessential act of huberous
for a Webster's Dictionary definition, of either the words
'huberous', or
'quintessential'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve
told me that on the face of things, it looks like so many things over
the course of the past 35 years now, and when he said it it might
have been 34, but in any case; that this incredible bunch of folks,
that in my wild 1970 outlandish dream, while living by myself down at
the seashore, at Tom Reale's house, that now is part of the Atlantic
City Waterworks System, (ACMUA); called by them through some kind of
dreaming osmosis and telepathic system, ''THAT-FAMILY'', has been
following me in some out of or beyond normal reality all this time,
and more than just following me, but in some way, doing things to me
that defy reason and logic, by quadrillions of even the mightiest
minds, such as Sir Professor Albert Einstein. In
this reality, none of it makes one bit of sense, yet in the reality
that is larger and that surrounds the lower one that we all live in
and live by so to speak; things do make sense and fit patterns, but
only in their higher reality. Now just as cyberspace has
almost magical qualities in the world on the internet and the
personal computer and larger computers and machine mind in general;
so does the TWEEN-ZONE! But who are the dwellers of the TWEEN-ZONE
you may be wondering about now, lads and lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PHASE-4-ENTITIES
are the main dwellers here in this realm. We all exist as sort of a
sideband, and only those who know and remember Citizens Band Radio,
understand what I am discussing here. Here in our reality and in our
present time, we humans are the main dwellers, and animals and
insects and fish and fowl are all underneath of us in any meaningful
connective truth to ordinary reality. But in this realm of the
TWEEN-ZONE, we are like the animals or the other groups. We are far
below them, because they have abilities that go far beyond anything
we can even hope to imagine or understand. Still, we all get a chance
to become a Phase-4-Entity, and exactly why only some decide to do
this from Purgatory, is not my call, and I don't claim to know about
this, and I cannot get the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle to ever impart
details of this to me. A P4E (Phase Four Entity) is an Astral-Plane
entity who tries to dream down onto the physical plane reality with
special abilities that places them far above the control of the realm
they are going down into, and the system in th e7th-Dimension has an
automatic filter of a sort, that seeks out those who try to do this,
and it prevents them from accomplishing it. What happens is th at
they become the imaginations and the thoughts and the fantasies of
those already dreaming inside of physical plane realm bodies, like
you and like me. They once tried to be Superman and Spiderman right
here in our ordinary reality, and this was prevented by LAWTRONICS.
So now, these characters come to us through fictional systems. They
come through inside the imaginations of writers and creators of
movies and comic books, and all sorts of things such as these. But
does this mean that they stop existing? Absolutely NOT! But in order
to exist, they all need to come together in sort of a
P4E-CYBERSPACE-HYPERSPACE that lays beyond even the ideas of
Morianity, and this realm is like a CB-RADIO-SIDEBAND, to the other
bands, and in these side band realities, as stated earlier, is the
realm of the TWEEN-ZONE, and it is not exclusive of us, as they
create all of us inside of there, and now, they can have us the way
they want us, or the gods can play their games now with all of us, so
to speak, say it any dam way you feel comfortable or totally
uncomfortable, as truth is always truth, and cannot be changed or
altered by merely wishing that it was so!!!!!!!!
One
of the many sidebands to a more real, or by their way of perceiving
things in the TZ, less real realm; could be for one example, where I
woke up into after the early morning of August 15, back in the year
of 1986. Try explaining why so many world name recognized people are
so totally connected with me, a total nobody? Unless this is all part
of a wild PLAYFIELD of the GODS, or a TWEEN ZONE (TZ), it would make
no sense at all. My entire life since 08-15-1986, makes absolutely no
mother fuckiGN sense at all, FOR THAT MATTER, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact if we all carefully examine my daughter
and all of this situation, it would be 100% ridiculous if this was
not taking place inside of some really fucking whacky TZ or single,
side band of CB-reality. Let me move on to further prove a point
here. Steve said to me, what is the name of the road that the gate is
on where the wormhole control box is buried five feet underground? I
said it is called Kings Highway. He said, yeah, and at the gate. I
said, yes. He said what is the name of your daughters movie company
or the movie company that the 2009 movie was made. I could not get
any more out of him ever, and I never figured it out, not until I was
watching the last SVU-Law & Order tonight, and then for whatever
the reason, this all just suddenly popped into my head. And then the
chair totally fucked up sending me into orbit. Can things like this
really happen in a real world?
What
is real? Is it Israel? Bible cholars insist that my conceopt of th
eend times being part of Atlantic City and not overseas in Israel, is
ludicrous and insane, and they don't buy it for a minute. Still, how
often are people right about major things that go down in this world?
How often are they wrong? More than the amount of times that they're
right; I promise all of you that much; kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was a very very hot sticky day here in Fort Pierce. It felt about 105
with the high humidity and made it up to about 93, and tomorrow may
be as high as 96 they say and feel like 110. Boy oh boy oh boy, I
sure fuckiGN hope not, kind people out here, YO BRO!
Hey
people; in playfields of the gods, or TWEEN-ZONES, anything is
possible, and nothing has to make a dam bit of sense to our reality
and connected concepts to logic. Again, it is like you are a broken
radio set and tuned to channel-1234, and they are broadcasting on
channel-6789. You are never going to get it, and neither am I. Seeing
things along this line, sheds powerful new light on many things,
folks.
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BUT
ONLY THE P4E BEHIND ALL THIS, UNDERSTAND WHY THIS IS ALL GOING MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' ON WITH ME FOR 30 YEARS!!!!!!!!!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
And
maybe these exploratrons of the TYPE-3 can indeed do all sorts of
nasty little things to the rest of a less enlightened and powerful
evolvement. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass but; P4E are an even greater
concern, because this is what explains the irrational craziness of
all things including my own dam life, far better than 'T3E' can
do!!!!!!!!!!
Now;
ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY my good viewers, even exploratrons need
tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE,
and many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need
not touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTT,
P4E of the TWEEN-ZONE need nothing at all;
not even a story that makes any sense, to anyone inside of smaller
commingled realities along with them. This is the ultimate horror and
nightmare IMHO, of eternal HELL; Mister Engineer Jordy
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cough that one up your ass,
BRAHHH!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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