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CHAPTER 2, CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD











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CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD







CHAPTER 2, (AMP-CEMB).















My entire audience has dried up. It amazes me that it happened after my view-count hit 100K. If they were going to fuck with me, logic would dictate they would have trickled it to a crawl after 95 or 98 K somewhere. Things like this however have built in teachers and professors all their own. I realize that things are not being done in any way, in three-D. Further, I also know that this may very well be happening, as the old poker game double blind bluff trick, just to make me think and wonder about that very thing, and thus if successful, annoy me even worse because in addition to the item that annoys, comes the fact that is ain't fuckiGN logical. Then they succeed in their game of obfuscation. That is if I am dumb enough to allow these dim witted mother fuckers to get to me! Also, nothing around any holiday time, can make any real sense. Initially, the M-2-F seemed to not care about their own lives and families on holidays, and this topic has been thoroughly discussed on many past blogs in my Morianity. Still, there are double blind and even triple blind bluff experts in professional poker, so why not 'Corbomite me', Captain William Shatner Kirk, with one of those? To quote quite perfectly, my father, and Dawn-Marie King, SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!! As I fucking speak-type at 8:06 Post Meridian, my right side is being passed by Morty Mortino Dirtbags Incorporated, the great and powerful Angel of Death! Two DA's that nobody wants to start trouble with, huh folks?











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Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, and NOW is the later on from the past. Screw people, I need my own record, and this blog makes a great new age fucking cunt way of keeping one!















I can literally talk for weeks on end straight, and not begin to cover this whole nineties thing with SARAH KRASSLE, how it began at middle decade, how my book ''THE PERMISSION BARRIER'' fits into it, and a zillion fucking zillion other things too. But let's go to Pearl Harbor day in 1996, about two years and one month give or take a week or so, from the time I sent my book to the Copyright Office, TPB, on Halloween Day of 1994. This is the time that I was beyond being totally beside myself and bonkers nuts even for me. I tried desperately hard to locate this girl who just had to be there, after-all, I was right there, and so was she, and the world told me they never knew her. Well, you know, that sounds like our wonderful GOD. Remember that scripture that basically says that if we deny GOD and its plan of salvation or game, that JESUS or GOD jacked into its game, will say back to us after we die and face eternity, “Depart from me, I never knew you”????????? It's in your bibles, and if you can't find it, ask your fucking pastor in church next week, and he or she will show it to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









My mother fuckiGN annoying nabes are making loud banging sounds and annoying me to fucking death. Just a few minutes before I began this blog, that loud fuckign jerk off scum ball on the motorcycle went by and made every fog in this part of town start barking. Then a few minutes later, a loud door banged on my floor here. Are you out here anywhere, Sheriff Mascara, old friend? I saw you on the news a couple days back. I am very happy to see you enjoying the holiday over at the PHA place.









That night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been Mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. In any event, where can we even begin with all of this horrible nightmare shit, Sheriff sir, after these monsters took away my entire life, child and adult, ruined my entire mother fuckign education, thre me into an institution at ten years of age for doing nothing at all wrong or criminal, the great an dnow defunct NJNPI in Princeton, New Jersey, USA, sir; killed my mother late in 1997, killed my best an donly adult friend Dave Roth in March of 2002, an di could type on an don an don, as if you could care in the least, kind sir, you and Prosecutor Ron Worthless Wirtz!!! As I said sir, this is why people eventually fuckign snap, and do shit like the Colorado deal, and on and on and on and on! The old trustworthy Milituforce Word-Disappearing mother fuckign hack was just used on me illegally, in total violation of MY CIVIL AND HUMAN LIBERTIES sir, as a totally born free and legal citizen of this rotten nation, SIR!









It is 64 degrees at half past eight on this Sunday evening, 29 November, in 2015. Tuesday begins the final 12th month of the year, good old December, where we have my birthday on Friday, Pearl Harbor Day a week from tomorrow or two Monday's ahead on now, and of course, three weeks following my birthday, as it does every year, comes the one and only GAP Christmas Day. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!









And no one gives a mother fuckiGN rats ass about why those venetian blinds, and that Star Trek show, made those words keep popping into my head, on that late autumn 1996 evening,



Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”

Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Well fine and dandy. It was the fact that the great almighty PINK GODDESS was letting me know, there was no escape for me, not ever!!! I don't want to escape, you lovely teen-queen.



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CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER 1




CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD



(CEMB) CHAPTER 1







Yes, me' lo' fucking band-blog book is now over, or actually, was over, when the tenth chapter ended. Like DUH. Funny how I know stuff because I am not afraid to let the truth come directly into my conscious mind, well, most of the time. Most people if not all people, don't dare. It causes damage to rational sanity. I admit to being a damaged individual and a pathetic fucking soul, why bother trying to deny such an obvious reality. But I don't hear voices, see shit, or have delusions about things. The Psych world can argue with me, but I know that I don't do these three things. I also know that major mood swings can be called two things. One is a bipolar mental disorder. Another is a perfectly normal fucking reaction to unnatural stimulus being continually pumped all around me for a lifetime, without fucking relent. If shit happens to make you bubbly happy at noon, miserable at 2, super happy again at 4, and off the scale monster wo-wiz-me at 6, and this cycle keeps going; I don't the person experiencing the stimulus, deluded, imaginative, crazy, nuts, or bi-polar. Hey, maybe it's me, but I don't think so.











How can I be imagining how LIGHTNING came around me, three special times, three special ways, creating three different unnatural things each time; and on three different years, it happened on the very same day of 27 July, and then on top of that; 27 was the number lightning gave to me, in a powerful dreaming experience, back in the year of 1984, while I was playing roulette in the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City? I speak of the two first decade years of this present century, if memory is correct, it was in 2006 and 2007, and I do remember they were in succession, so if I am off one year ahead or behind, then it would be 5&6, or 7&8. Then again, while at Tony BonJovi's recording studio, on July 27, 2011. The mathematical odds of these three dates, and with lightning not just there but incredibly intense and effecting things around me, and then the wild dream back in 1984 about her telling me that 27 is indeed HER NUMBER, the number of the ELECTRON, whatever this truly means, Professor KAKU of NYU sir; this coincidence places odds at approximately four point eight quadrillion to one against it being merely a dam coincidence! But there is one more factor, that at least in my personal humble little opinion, multiplies those odds out about a thousand more times well into high one digit quintillions to one odds, and that is the particular song I was doing at that studio, which as I think most or all of you remember and know quite well, and you too, sir Darius Evans Deezy Slim Youtube; “Wanna' Spend My Time”. This song, in part, wasactually sung to me in a powerful vivid awesome dream, every bit as memorable and wild as the 1980-LOIS FOCA interaction at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I speak of the late spring time 1997 dream where the awesome super talented diva, we all know and love, as Mariah Carey, sang that to me, in this experience; and I merely added a little bit to it, in order to make it a complected song. When I recorded it electronicly, this caused tremendous Earth Biosphere Interaction AKA in Morianity as (EBI), or also can be thought of as wild unnatural weather patterns and or tectonic interference within the deeper crusted areas of the planet, due to interruptions in the transdimensional electromagnetic energy fields. This really was, and is, an MC top hit, from a parallel universe, no matter what you 2015 cave people choose to believe and or disbelieve. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW about this multiverse, and have been in communication with the gods of PLANK for all eternity, huh Mizz Selena DADA and all great South Atlantic City Rooming-house Owners, everywhere?















I also totally know that in three dimensions, it may appear that Christopher Bennett was instrumental in my blogs being started on the internet, at http:www.blogger.com/ and that is partially true. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, did he have a doppelganger of himself inside of him, from a parallel universe, who was dream-travel-controlling him, to indeed be at Cifaloglio as a guard, so that he could wait for me to eventually complain about how I was being persecuted to death by the Milituforce, and then, poof; it all was a plan to get these blogs started, by him simply saying to me, “Why don't you start a blog on the net, and tell your story to them, instead of bugging me with this crap”? I went onto ask him what a blog is, and after he explained it, I was shortly over at the Hammonton-Berryville Public Library, asking them to show me how to use the computer and the word program, and the internet. Then before I knew it, along comes the great Ed Lynch, or Eddie Himacane, as I later named him. He was always holding his cane like he was going to bop me if I said something that annoyed him, so the name got created, and it stuck. Now again, you can choose to see all this in the bland narrow puny three dimensional way, or you can wonder if the King family who lived upstairs from this ''other rooming-house/boarding-house'', just three short town blocks from this library, did not also involve dream travelers (Type-3-Exploratrons), both inside of Ed Lynch, as well as Dawn and Ann King. You know what I believe about Dawn, and you know I had no reason, or Earthly one, to have that 1997 dream where Mariah sang that song to me that became this world's copy of it. I never even thought about her, and was busy trying to find Sarah Krassle, yeah, don't you dare laugh, you sons of bitches, and daughters, out here. Don't you fucking dare. There are extra hot regions in Dogtown for those who are laughing at me!









I would so despise seeing things in three dimensionality the way you all do. It would be like going back to black & white TV, mono low fidelity audio, and high school, all put together. Of course back in them ther' days and times, not knowing any frikkin' better, it wasn't bad at all. All things are based on a contrast, and I can see how Pink Goddess works, even if Nick the Rubber-man Mallet Tire Wrecker cannot. Eternity is a little bit longer than a few decades, you poor dumb air conditioner slammer. But alas, no one believes anything. Of course my viewers do, as they know I am for real, and not ever for REALE! But even though I only have maybe thirty or so of them, I was told by one of them, right in this waking world, that copies of my words are printed out, duplicated, and carefully studied. For all I know, thousands of people get around to reading every single word that I type out by the end of each and every week. Meetings are even held where discussions about these words, indeed take place. So even though this blog has a small appearing daily view, I no longer will concern myself with that. I wil however, find out from my staples Guru, just how to get a hosted promoted web-site, with the major search engines, and promoted to those who have displayed interest on the internet, about the topics that these blogs touch on, you know, the gods, the Astral-plane, persecution by unknown forces, Star Trek, phases of existence, the cosmos and potential extra terrestrial activities, and a whole lot more subjects as well! Then this blog will grow, and not until. This is because the Milituforce and only the milituforce, is reading it. And you all know how I feel about who is in the Milituforce, and who is not. Who can ever know such things when we live in a reality of type-3-exploratronic activity?













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People will insist you have mental damage and are sick or ill or any number of such words and phrases to describe mental illness, if anyone holds any beliefs that are outside and or beyond the normal existing ones, of their time period and inter-dimensional area of the multiverse. Unfortunately, this applies to Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. But I know I am saner than all of these pricks who shout this about me the loudest, from Listener Theresa, to any and all psych docks the world over. I must accept this, or I truly am insane, as anyone who refuses to believe reality, is by definition, somewhat less than sane and perfectly rational, as thought to be by standard accepted sociological norms of their present culture and civilization. I don't wish to prove my self a liar, not on my own dam blogs for crissake, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still and all, that night up near Florence Township, on Highway 295, with Mister David Charles Roth, and the Mental Illness Skies out to the dam east of us, speaks volumes of truth, regarding this entire topic; and needs not be rehashed right now, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









There are reasons why every newspaper and a zillion other places all over everywhere every day, is loaded with things like word-puzzles, all sorts of other type puzzles, number puzzles, and why things like Rubik's Cube and a lot of other less famous things similar to that, are literally all over the place to where we just about need to brush it out of our faces to avoid being swamped and trampled!!!! We are designed to WANT TO SOLVE RIDDLES, TO SOLVE THEM, and even TO LOOK FOR NEW ONES CONTINUALLY. This is no joking matter. Still, and with all of this powerful wild hidden truth here, people do not yet wish to even begin to see what is right in front of their faces every single minute of the waking and sleeping days of all of our lives. I am speaking of the fact that there are four phases to awareness and existence on the level we as awake humans can relate to that state by. Phase-1 is the void infinity. Phase-1 is the PLANK or (spiritual part of truth and existence) that many psychics and mystics may refer to as the Astral-Plane. Phase-3 is this human experience in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. Phase-4 is the most magical of the other three all combined and multiplied, and that is the imagination-slide. This is where the Phase-2 Astral Entities dream down from there, and instead of dreaming they are little kids with a seeming memory that began one day to some extents, they enter other already older humans, as their imaginations, their fantasies, their daydreams, and literally are the counterparts of all the action heroes everywhere, be it Superman, Captain Lightning, The Flash, or Spiderman. They tried to come into this physical life as an entity that is beyond the limited lawtronic barriers. This is why we have no real honest fiction type monsters and werewolves and vampires and action heroes flying around the cities of New York and Tokyo. But people, there is a lot more to this powerful knowledge, than for just this overly simplistic kindergarten level lesson on the phases of reality and truth. One is my example with myself, and the fictional great most of us know and love, and millions of fans exist the world over, of STAR TREK, and especially certain episodes, and the main one being the 1966 episode with Gary Mitchel and the Pink Goddess, and the Starship Enterprise's adventure as it attempted to move outside of our galaxy. All these years, this truth was hidden from me, and the ultimate cosmic Rubik Cube reality about it, was ''hidden'' away with great power. All of the 1972 Super-Sleuths combined, couldn't make me receive these truths about it, until half way into the second decade of the third millennium and the twenty-first century. The main reason is that people are still being 100% blocked from knowing a truth that would begin all of us down roads and into personal-life-journey's that as of this minute in time are inconceivable and totally unimaginable and unfathomable to humanity. It all makes sense in ways that no blog could ever touch in, bland blogs or wild logs, or any gray area in-between, and IPYT, ladies and gentlemen. When I say that Star Trek's creator had a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON inside of him, all of us do from time to time. No work of art, be it dramatic, musical, pictorial, or whatever, is coming from just human-us. There is literally a universe of wild stuff behind and hidden from all of our views, but it surely helps to understand the very basics at least, that we all indeed live in what Morianity has labeled, these four phases of existence, and that indeed here in this hyperspace, we all have a virtually limitless amount of double us's, and hence, one of them at least by pure mathematical chance, is going to be a TYPE-3-Exploratron, and indwelling us through dream-travel. Now one of my doubles (doppelgangers) has been very active, and has used me here, to receive MORIANITY, and to even try and spread Morianity, through internet blogging for the last ten years. One of mister Roddenberry's doubles used him to bring STAR TREK to this universe, where it very well may never have come otherwise. Sure it is science-fiction, and I never claimed otherwise. I am not insane. BUTTTTTTTTTT, when he did that episode along with his writers, called “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, there simply is no way this was not an attempt to tie Sarah Krassle and myself together, way up here in these modern days and times, since I physically went one day to the local Good Will store, and purchased a bunch of old collectors edition STAR TREK VHS Videotapes!







Now this is but one isolated incident with me and with a world famous television production. Talk about possibilities of puzzle solving and un-riddling. Talk about fifth dimensional Rubik Cubes, LITERALLY! I mean hey people, I am nut nuts, and realize fully well that I am not the only dam pebble on the dam beach, with or without barnacles and fire-dogs and ex-city mayors, and synthesized property, such as demo tapes, and war hero metals, YO!!!!!














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Two of the biggest mysteries of all, that in no way doesn't pertain to the lessons told on this blog, are the DOW JONES STOCKS, and its connection to me for thirty solid mother fucking years now, and the great Paula Exploratron King of 1969, and 1986 and 1997, and late 2008. Put that in your liquor bottles, Robert McGuire, family of MIND-CONTROL and dream-travelers of the hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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sometimes, trying to make a blog-copy of things that are protected, I am guessing, causes worms to enter your system. I will never understand why if they don't want you to do something, a pop up doesn't show up and say, it is not permitted. All honest people such as my dam self would obey. All I am trying to do anyway is tell the public the same thing that shows up on my great TWB APP, and I do not, nor do I want to, make a penny from it, merely to share, so they can get more money. I am not here for money, I am here to spread messages, we all have our own thing, and that is mine, YO!!!!! So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!









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3-6-9, Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about a fictional radio station called KXKVI. Where would I even begin applying this great PHASE-4 reality, to my life in Atco, New Jersey, when LIGHTNING first came into my interactions of the lifetime of Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr???







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That lighthouse was somehow turned into a toy, and somehow the great one got a hold of it and was in brilliantly lit up room, back in 1972, up on that wonderful and awesome Woody Guthrie island. Then this dude flips the hell out on her, and the stair chases begin with this lady. Naturally Steve wasn't there, and these photos are not fake, but they are great simulations, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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That night, watching those Star Trek shows while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of the TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH, memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-de named J. K. McAllister, who won that January of 1997, and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Please beautiful awesome SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, find it in your heart not to hate THAT-BOY quite so much, lovely awesome spectacular TEEN-QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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IWALU SO, DO NOT DISCONNECT WITH ME, YO!

IWALU SO, DO NOT DISCONNECT WITH ME, YO!

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NOVEMBER 29, 2015,

EARLY SUNDAY MORNING AT 12:21,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE YESTERDAY-------(H-81/L-62).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, W/C-FEELING LIKE 67.

WINDS ARE NE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 17.









Well, to quote my late great mother, “Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy”, I refuse to vanish and disappear into Harry Potters hat, just to make a few divas happy, a few politicians, a few tricksters; and lots of criminals all over this planet, happy. To quote gorgeous Judge Judy (JUJU) for short; “IT'S NOT HAPPENING”!!! And you can all put THAT into the Blucran hats of all Harry Potter's everywhere, on or off of Halloween Days, Thanks-2-Givens Days, and Christmas Day, on all loud, or silent nights of my great great grand daddy on me' ol' pappy's ther' side of my clan, YO, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!















There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME, far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















Ski the West



Beautiful cold Alaska, like WOW, to quote the younger gen!









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You have now read, MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS

CHAPTER 010, and I hope you enjoyed this a little bit, YO!!!















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I just filled out the survey form on the Alaskan Air Web-Site. It must be nice to have a lot of money, although, even if we lived in a calmer less violent turbulent world, traveling, even 500-1000 miles, was never something I looked forward to or enjoyed, and I admit to this. Still, I know from speaking to many folks over many decades of time, that I am someone in the heavy minority, so no need to lose your lunch over it, all great Airline companies everywhere, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









I awoke around shortly past nine, and had a much better night of sleep than last night into Friday morning. It has been nice and cool here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG, for a week now, oh praise be to the gods and the goddesses.













































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