Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet,
CHAPTER
18
It
really seems to take the installers and maintenance people a long
time to complete this project on a 95 apartment total building, and
they still are not done. They woke me at opening bell of the stock
market again today. I don't care, as long as I know what is
happening. For a long while, I was being given a lot of magical
Jerry, Sue, and Mashell car theft run-arounds, and didn't know what,
why, who, about any of it. I don't feel very well, and have had pain
all night, dull but there, making my sleep troubled. I may not have a
lot of time left, so it is time for me to pick up the dam pace to the
story of all of Morianity, and AMP, and maybe beyond this as well.
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The
game of GTNOTG is quite different from Monopoly, other
card games and board games, computer games, sports games,
competitions, contests, even head games we all play, with my late mom
at the top of that list, as President and founder of that society and
club. But GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS really truly stands alone, in
a class all by itself, the quintessential suigenerous game of all
games. The true FINDING ULTIMATE
CLUES game if you will, and this even
symbolically acts to vent some of my anger as a victim that this game
has forced me to be. This king of all games, does in fact
automatically crown itself to be the KING
of any and all games, because all other things, as well as games;
when you look hard on it all; are all rapped up inside of the
''GTNOTG'' GAME. So this FUCKING GAME or Finding Ultimate Clues KING
GAME, (FUCKING-GAME) is quite an incredible entity, and hey why not;
as it was given to me on 12/07/96, by quite an incredible entity.
All
throughout my entire life, people who I am basically clueless about,
have managed to alter my life in ways so huge it is not even
bloggable by Motor-Mouth Mountainpen. The latest motley crew would be
the people I lived with from middle late summer time of 2008 until
the early middle part of December in 2009, when I managed to escape
them with just the fucking clothes on my back, and thus, ended up in
Florida, where ever since that, I have been trapped in and totally
imprisoned. Even more recent taking me to very present time circa
called the here and the now, was the wild employee bunch while I
worked up at the Harvest Outreach place, on 25th Street
and Orange Avenue, about a mile west of my building here, their
web-site is as follows:
However
folks, right now, as I may be almost out of time where I can type and
use this machine, depending on just what I have, and just how sick I
get as a result; I need to sort of move up a planned and slated
schedule of my final blogging project, so to speak. Allow me
therefore please, to proceed accordingly, kind ladies and kind
gentlemen!!!
I
have been repressing some wild memories of my previous
trip to Florida, when I came down
to Orlando, to visit with my old
boss at RPL, Mister Solomon. I am getting some weird hacking
as I begin this paragraph. I wonder fucking why? Strange FUCKING
GAMES, from strange unknowable FUCKING GAME PLAYING PEOPLE,
HMM! Yes, the first of three strange people, who I encountered as a
result of being at three different places around Orlando, Florida;
with Mister Howard Solomon, in December of 1983; could totally 100%
fit the bill of being GUESTS that I wouldn't mind being able to
correctly guess. I may have known who they were back then enough to
carry on conversations, and properly be able to interact with them,
but you know what I mean. Looking back in hindsight from the here and
the now; I mean I wish I could somehow through gifted omniscience,
have known just exactly who they really were, and what they really
wanted in so far as their interactions with me, because this was no,
hey, hows it goen, and nice weather we're having, kind of average
conversations! Not by any stretch of the mind. And not just that, but
there was a lot more going on than just me speaking to these three
individuals, and how it connects things from just a couple months
later in time in early 1984, all the way up to right this very dam
ass second, YO!
The
girl was the second of the three of these folks, followed the next
day, by the dude who showed up at Howard's road-stand eats place. The
very first was the very first night with Howey at his driveway, after
purchasing some candy in a glass jar, and I klutzed out and dropped
it all over his driveway, and he freaked as if I had just started
another war between the dam states or something. But we are going to
only concentrate on the middle event, and by the way, it was at the
store where I had purchased this candy, a one pound net weight
without the glass jar, of plain M&M's Candy, at a Publix Store,
that only recently, I have pulled back from lost memories, the sign
above it, saying PUBLIX, and it was an employee there, and what he
said, but as I said; we will get to this as well as the dude at
Howey's eats-Place, later. Fr right now, this is about the wild girl
at a very wild office that seemed to combine a trucking place, with a
life insurance company, and I mean that this was off the dam wall
super dam weird; even with, and for my threshold, of 'weird'.
The
entire time that Howard was speaking to a man at this strange weird
place, I was being asked questions about New Jersey from this girl
who was employed as a receptionist there, an dshe was told that
Howard and I were indeed from there, and she began inocently enough,
but she was quite infatuated with me and practically asked me out on
a date, maybe she even sdid. I was very imature at age 29 years, and
I never dated. Also, even later in the autumn of 1984 or maybe early
winter in 1985, I had a similar experience where I did not realize I
was even being asked out, until months later, if not over a year. She
had said to me, “Are you busy after work”. I thought that she
just was curious if I was busy. That is how fucking socially
immature, and life skills ignorant I was; from attending special
education schools, and having no family or father or friends of any
caliber, that would have helped me in that area; and so I was as
ignorant, and totally babyish, as many six year olds! This is just
the fuckiGN truth, so why fuckiGN bother to lie about it and act all
ashamed of fuckiGN shit, that never was my fault to begin with? I
never asked for my screwed up and totally fuckiGN twisted life; you
know, folks!
So
back to being at this weird place that haunted me in serial and
recurring type of ''dreams'' and even still does maybe once or twice
annually. So, after this girl flirts with me big time; despite Howey
telling me later that I am fulla more turds than a room filled with
food eating contestants; I never again said BOO about this to Howey.
You all know me, I like to try to keep peacefulness around me as much
as possible, unlike my crazy late head game playing mom. But moving
this along now, after that girl finished flirting around with me like
crazy, she told me she would be back in a few minutes, but when Howey
and I left about ten minutes later, she still had not returned to her
area where she seemed to be sort of like a receptionist, as in those
day the ladies did a lot of that type of work in offices, just like
many of my moms coworker-friends, such as Phyllis Hillock, and Grace
Mears, and some others; up at her Philly company, called Lavino
Shipping; that later became the Inchcape Shipping, after being taken
over by a British firm, late last century sometime.
While
I sat in this extremely comfortable waiting area couch, I dozed off
after not getting much sleep the night before in Howey's house, and
not being happy overall, and filled with usual life problems, you
know, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD! Suddenly, I was awake (in my short burst
dream), an da lady came out who was twice the age of the original
girl who was at that front desk area, and she asked me questions that
made no sense. In a super compressed nutshell, this place had turned
into an insurance company. I was being canceled for having three
medical conditions, and was there to discuss my life insurance. In
reality, I had no life insurance then, not even that mickey mouse
little policy that Bob Riches from the Prudential Insurance Company,
would go onto talk me into purchasing in 1985. But things get very
super ultra outlandish as I move this on from here. There are tons of
things that connect the real life world with the dream that I had
quickly fallen into, and this can be attempted to be tackled at some
later time. I was told to come in, and I sat down at a desk and given
the name of this lady who I remembered very well, but never will be
able to consciously pull that name up, I just feel it so strongly
that I'd be willing to bet a million bucks from the dam mob to place
book on it, a very stupid move I'm sure.
This
lady agent went onto hand me three large bright yellow manilla
envelopes, and each one was a very official looking item, with the
words life insurance cancellation,
written on all of them. I do not know why this was being done like
this, as it was not three policies, merely that I had three medical
conditions that warranted my being canceled on my life insurance
policy, as per some kind of regulation and agreement that I had
obviously originally signed when I bought the dam policy. Eventually,
I came to learn that I was working for another branch of this
company, as a security guard, and that I was due in that night for a
work shift from 11P to 7A. I appeared to be driving some weird
electric cart that only went maybe 35 miles an hour tops, like one of
those golf carts, and I never ever play golf, other than as a kid,
going to miniature golf, driving ranges, or even big-miniature golf.
I went often with Jim Burr, back when we were friends/associates/or
'whatever' we were, Huh Bob Andrews,
turned future Congressman!
I
was living at 506 Robin hill where I was living real-world, in this
wild ''dream'', and worked somewhere in Jersey doing guard work in
that ''dream'', only I did not work at all while I went to Florida to
visit with Howard Solomon. Later in the spring time in 1984, I did to
security guard work on Petty's Island, while still living at 506
Robin Hill, and then moving over to Cinnaminson, on Highland Avenue.
I remember the lady saying that if I called off one more time, they
probably would fire me. I told her I doubted that I could get there
with my cart, and she told me that I needed to make the call to the
guard post, and then just hope for the best. Suddenly, she followed
me outside and took the manilla envelopes in her hands. Then she
placed them in my back seat of that cart. Immediately, there were
play blocks like in kindergarten, that were there, and someone had
made them spell S-A-R-A-H--------K-R-A-S-S-L-E. She asked me who she
was and I told her it is not important, that all I could think about
was my job and my dam canceled life insurance policy. Then suddenly
she said to me, “Oh wait a minute, my husband is here, and he told
me he wants to talk to you, and that it's really important”. Right
away I am thinking, “I don't even know your god dam husband”, but
I just cooperated, and kept my big mouth shut, and waited for him to
come over to where we were standing, near to an outer doorway, that
led out to a good sized office type of parking lot. As he approached
however, he beckoned me to come out to where he was, and I looked at
his wife and she motioned for me to go out to talk to him, and she
then remained inside. This man, and this was in late December of
1983, was Professor Michio Kaku, looking just like he does in these
modern days and times that we all see him on TV or know him if we
attend the NYU. He is a professor of Theoretical Physics, but I never
ever put that together until very recently, even after seeing this
great intellectual man now, for several years on my TV. In that wild
interaction, he stands there very intent, listening to me telling him
how there are two 5-D hyper-space directionality events that move
into each other to create singularities, abnd how this is the eleven
dimensions in String Theory, that are needed to complete very complex
formulas that only work in eleven dimensions, and I was explaining to
him why indeed this was so, and he was listening very intently.
There
is a lot more to this, but I am leaving it all here for right now.
But yes, I had this happen in the time span of about ten minutes, or
what some call very short vivid dreaming spurts. I woke up to a hand
on my shoulder and a loud voice from Howey, saying to me, “Up you
go you schmuck, it's time to go now”. Howey loved to call me a dam
schmuck, all the dam time. I didn't fucking like it at all. In fact,
he treated me so badly, that when my Uncle John Leonard Mason and his
son John Stuart, came to the eats-place to rescue me out of this
hellish nightmare situation that I'd gotten myself into, my uncle who
was always an easy fighter and loved to swing on lots of people all
throughout his life, and who had been a boxer, and was 6-2 and very
athletic and strong; wanted to punch Howard's lights out; but my
cousin John Stuart and I managed talking him out of it, and we just
got onto the nearest on-ramp in that area of Orlando, for the great
I-95 highway, and we headed back for their home, somewhere around
Northwest Eleventh Avenue, in Fort Lauderdale, FL-USA-ESMWG.
The
reason I do not believe in supreme power, and other worldly
intelligent dealings and interactions, with us dinosaur people of
today; is because I have no reason to ever NEED TO BELIEVE. I
beg you all on my mother fuckiGN knees, not to take this as a brag,
as the gods know it is not. It is a mother fucking unholy miserable
burning endless eternal nightmare fire. I do not believe, BECAUSE
I ABSOLUTELY KNOW. I am going to tell you just
one tiny item that you must realize that if
this was the only one, then I would not feel the way I do
about all of this. It is not. This kind
of fuckiGN shit happens to me week in and week out, year in and year
out; and ever since leaving turd chewing fucking high school, and
people, that's some ass collection of fuckiGN years. 1973 through
almost 2016, think about it, do the math. 2016-1973=43 solid ass
fucking years, YO!!!! Now I will tell you what happened, that fits
directly into how I know there is some intelligent super advanced
WHATEVER, god, entity, alien, demon, you decide which fucking word
works best and most comfortable with you, the reader; only don't pick
sick, deluded, psychotic, crazy, and nuts, as I DON'T MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' WANNA' HEAR IT, YO!
Remember;
the same people in 1984, were there around me, in 1983.
I
told you that I started to watch a movie tape purchased from the Fort
Pierce, Florida, Good Will Store, on Route 1, at the Virginia Avenue
Shopping Mall, maybe a year to two years ago, that I had sitting in a
pile on top of a credenza type piece of furniture filled with shelves
of VHS videotapes. This movie is called, “The
Ring”. I began viewing it, and about 15 minutes into it or
so, POOF-POTTER-ALAGAZAM, Simon Says,
and all sorts of other names in magic; I suddenly was struck hard, by
a repressed memory that came back to me; all the way from late May,
of 1983; when my mailbox was screwed with, outside the home that my
mom and I were renting, in Atco, New Jersey, USA, at 134 Norris
Avenue, in Eastern Camden County; owned by the owner of the nearby
Atco L&S Nursing Home, Mister Gerald Pliner! Now if you thought
you needed some anti-fainting smelling salts before, you will need a
much fucking larger supply of it now, if you choose to read on here,
lads and lassies! THAT, I totally promise you all, my BRO!
NOVEMBER
12, 2015,
LATE
THURS MORNING, AT 11:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY--------(H-84/L-68).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 72%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 91.
PREDICTED
HIGH TO 85.
WIND
IS A STEADY ENE-4.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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