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Continuing Hyperspace Horrors From Hell
I
went to sleep around two this morning and got up around a little shy
of ten, having a very good long sleep, but unfortunately, not all
that restful, due to major transformational interactive activities,
continuing along in serial time. Parallel worlds don't have any time
connective dimension fabric to each other, so why then do we all
experience serial and recurring type dreams, you may all wonder. The
answer is so simple it stares at us with that simpleton's clown grin,
and we refuse to see it because we don't sit down and think hard for
a second. Just because they don't connect to each other in time, they
all do connect to each other in MIND, and this is that magical
ingredient that takes us each instant, tick tock tick tock tick tock,
to a new interactive possibility, so instants are really NIPS
or New Interactive
Possibilities. Now these nips are
not something that we can agree on and understand due to being
laboratory tested and proven by great scientist and theoretical
physicists in the worlds of quantum dynamics. So let's just agree to
do the best we can for a few minutes here, and let me lead the way,
with some cool quick new ideas, for y'all to digest at your leisure,
and your pleasure, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I played roulette in the Atlantic City casinos, I
began to see things that would blow the minds of anyone not willing
to accept anything open mindedly, such
as poor pitiful security officer Joe Paget, from Roadway, up in
Pennsylvania. I came to learn beyond any doubt, that GAMES
such as ROULETTE worked in quantum regs, and the more you began to
become onto it and know it, the more it would respond to this, just
as the observation-theory of basic Quantum Physics insists on as very
real, that we first need to observe anything in order for it to
become real. This is the very principle that blew MIND out of the
absolute zero dimensional reality that everything always is and was
and will be, permitting an illusion, or better said perhaps, a
powerful dynamite game for all of us to play as broken up individual
pieces, all from the one big full sized jig saw puzzle. That puzzle
is noit itself unless every piece is there to make it so, and so
every piece is as real and as important, as any larger group of
pieces, or even the entire puzzle of all of those pieces. My playing
roulette with an open mind, is how morianity began to flow through
me, and from there, I realized that this is also why Lightning made
contact with me, and the Privecode machine was destined to enter into
my life, and all of the music, and all of the everything, it all had
to happen. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, only because Morianity was flowing through
me. Again, I did not make up Morianity, only the illusion of me
thinking I am doing these blogs and creating that word, but take that
away, and the void zero dimensional singularity of it all blows out
into this existence with awareness, me at and on my level, and then
all the rest of it also.
There
are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it
all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But
I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and
well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and
cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put
together! To quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is
everything. We all know this. We've all heard about being in the
right place at the right time, then there is what we do not hear so
frequently. My situation, and perhaps yours as well once in a blue
moon, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. One such time was
in 1984, and it all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first
casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Trump Plaza Hotel.
Not
even two years after I met the three creepy weird people, Herbert
Letts, Everett Simpson, and George Bell-Tone Belton; it was the
spring time, somewhere in 1984, and Trump was going to open his
casino called the PLAZA,
his very first one, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Why I could not
tell you in a million years, but I wanted to go down on opening day,
and began to drive from my residence to the casino in Atlantic City.
I was living right back at the Robin Hill all over again, for my
second out of three total stays in this hellish nightmare place,
other than for my first 14-24 months there in 1980 and most of 1981
when that mysterious incident happened that I blogged several times
about, where magically, that evil Playboy bunny just popped up out of
the blue one night, right after somebody heard me tell my mom in that
bugged apartment, that I was going to have my friend Jim Burr look at
the place downstairs as he is interested in renting it. It was all
fake, I had handed her a note to read, telling her to just play along
and I then winked at her, and then I went off to work, and when I
came back from the river, at the Mac Andrews and Forbes Plant, where
I did security guard work there; a
light was on in the apartment, and she had moved in just in those
hours while I was working.
But this is old news, and we are on the exploratron subject recently,
and need to discuss what pertains most to this, not that she and her
friends were not also, host bodies to inter-dimensional exploratrons
coming awake in them from their controlled dreams in their own
parallel universes. Still I am more interested in discussing another
person who I know had an exploratron inside of him, the young dude
gasoline station owner in Hammonton, New Jersey, named Jerry, back in
1984. My mother told me he has to be on drugs, but looking back, NO
HE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE ON DRUGS.
Many weird acting folks are, maybe the majority of them are; but some
of them, ladies and gentlemen, are not. Instead they are what in the
old days would be called ''possessed''. They are what in the new age
Ufology days would be called controlled abductees. Neither of these
things are real, but what is happening is very real. THEY
HAVE AN ACTIVE TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON INSIDE OF THEM,
asleep in their universe, and over here in ours, they have taken
control over the person, and can do all sorts of stuff to many
innocent people, by using these basic sleep walkers as pawns and
tools and puppets and yes I'll say it, AS WEAPONS!
Another possibility for why people suddenly go and shoot up malls and
schools and work places, and you name it. This Jerry made my life,
and the life of my poor mom, a total hell. He was being controlled by
my cousin Donald. First, on the way down to his hotel and casino,
somehow, he had my car blow up, and I barely made it to this gasoline
station, the one in Hammonton, owned by this Jerry character. This
all was totally planned out millions of years ago. He ended up
putting a new engine in the vehicle, a total joke, as the car was 10
times worse when the job was done, than before; and twice, my mom and
I went to pick it up, and ended up taking the bus down to his
station, breaking down 2 blocks away or less, and waiting for a bus
right back home again. He had us literally going out of our minds,
and the entire state was in on all of our miseries, as just from
watching shows on TV like Judge Judy, I know that these repeating
incidents that happened to us for 20 plus years back in Jersey, just
does not happen and that innocent folks who get totally scammed and
ripped off do have some legal recourse, yet each time we tried
talking to anyone about getting any, we were just fucked and fucked
and fucked, all the more. If you live in Jersey, have big name
enemies, and have no one in your corner to fight for you such as a
politician or three in your pocket, you might as well dig a hole and
jump in, or move the hell far away, as did fucking cunt eating I,
back in December of 'OHM-9'.
THERE ARE MORE HORSES
ASSES THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, DAVID
CHARLES ROTH!!!
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MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND
RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE
TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.
I
WON'T ASK YOU MUCH LONGER MIZZ MARGIE LEO FROM 1985. PLEASE CUT ME A
FUCKING BREAK, BIG LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My dirt bag nabes
have slammed over and over all fucking cunt morning long. This is
fucking ridiculous, Mack Kaiter, sir. Donald Trump and Wall Street
are murdering me Sheriff Mascara; how mother fuckign long will you
just sit on your butt and allow this crime against me,
YO????????????????
Maybe things cannot
ever get better until the number 1903 comes into my life, huh Mister
Gene Transdimensional Allberries T3E??? Jumping fuckiGN Jehovah
Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess the work
will never ever be done around here. Even yesterday, a knock came on
my door. They always want to inspect the door, and then yesterday
Sunday, they thought a leak was coming from here, or somewhere on my
floor. The apartment is dry as a desert bone, Doctor Sally Starr!
Still, the enterprise was 1701, I was in heaven at 1802 until that
dam Playboy Bunny whore ruined it all for me, and so I figure, if I
can get to some kind of a 1903 in my life, well; who mother fuckiGN
knows, Ziggy Malyeska? That's The Way It
goes, maybe I'll just Burn with
Fire. Well, I secretly hoped that Paula King would sing
that to me some day, and certainly never her dam daughter, as that
would be, to quote gorgeous Progressive FLO extremely fucking
'awkward'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, YO YO YO YO. Go
ahead and bounce me around, wild and scared from town to town. Hey
Mister Kaiter, YO; is all of this so ridiculous, or is Paul Pedersen
just being totally disagreeable with Steve Murray and I about his
entity-status, BRAH? Hey, nobody but nobody gets called up by a good
paying job, to be offered work, when they never applied. And all
those things that happened to me that brought me to that gate house,
Dick Wolf, and met your pal from Treondos Restaurant, is not some
random chance encounter of NYNY anything. Yes I agree with you Google
and Microsoft, this entire thing may be extremely treasonous, but
then, who are we to even attempt to judge anyone who has active
membership standing in the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY???
I LOVE IT SPECIAL-K.
IT IS 68 DEGREES AT NOON. THIS I CAN LIVE WITH, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!
“Darius, Jane, and
other wild stuff
in Morianity”
THE
END, ALL CUTE SAVANTS.
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People
who have limited lifespans and limited intellect, judging a person
who remembers thousands of years, is about as unfair as bully teasing
some poor zit faced over weight teen every day in high fucking
school. Those who need to get this message, get it. Let's leave
things right there on this issue, shall we?
OK,
OK, OK, OK John King, and Paula King????
Arthur
Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his home, after murdering
his wife and mother in law quite brutally with an ax, in their sleep.
What a dam ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
IF YOU PLEASE!!!!
Gorgeous
inmate Alice Ciminelli
said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show, to
ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's
Law&
Order.
She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's
for short), “They
have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while
speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or how
true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It
finds us, we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!! What is this suddenly knowing
something just as sure as if you were sitting in a classroom and
being taught by a dam teacher? Many have labels and names for this,
while many others simply believe this is a psychotic delusion. Well,
fine, they're entitled to their beliefs, misguided as they may be.
What it is that is literally landing on you, should this happen, as
real as an airplane touching down on a tar mack, is called by
Mountainpen, “MORIANITY”. But
is this one of the items on Sarah Krassle's GUEST LIST,
that needs guessing; you may wonder? Well, I just told how many
wonder, and how I know it is morianity, just as I have had a lot of
Morianity strike my life, ever since the summer of 1974 after making
direct contact with that strange man on the beach of Atlantic
city, right near Ziggy's Jetty and Central Pier.
city, right near Ziggy's Jetty and Central Pier.
Yes,
for many eras in human history, people have these strange and sudden
''knowings'', for lack of a better way of saying it. I just call this
Morianity. I did not invent nor find Morianity. Morianity, as with so
many others before me, FOUND ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally know that
is the truth, as that too is a knowing, or just more of MORIANITY.
Is
there anything in the world of the natural order of humankind, that
is not part of Sarah Krassle's great KING of all GAMES, “GTNOTG”?
Maybe, maybe not, and who cares? I only am concerning myself for
right now, with things that I totally believe indeed are a part of
it. If something is not a part of it, cool. To quote my pal from 1975
over at Albert Pileggi's basement one night during his band practice,
Bob Andrews, “whatever”!
Color
Me Mine; Ann King, all kings; and all finding-ultimate
clues-KING
GAMES!!!
I
cannot speak for flower power, other than to say that
the sixties were trying and violent times. The hippies for the most
part were very gentle souls who were simply against a lot of
political bullshit, even back then. They just were clueless to how
far the tentacles all went, in their fight against inhumanity and
corruption. You cannot fight the world, not and win. Then along came
the great and powerful Ron Reagan with his Reaganomics and other
stuff. The love generation rapidly transformed and morphed into the
greed generation. From here, it never ever looked back, and even the
aging hippies began to get all caught up in it, seeing that expensive
homes and automobiles and lots of material things, made life easier
and so very luxurious for them and their once flower power children
families. This was the ultimate example of everyone turning traitor
and turn coat, and enemies hiding out in our own camps, waiting like
hungry lions to devour anyone around them who thought differently
than this new age establishment.
So
on we go, instant by instant, tick tock tick tock, nips nips nips.
And with or without the Flower-Power of the sixties-hippies, YO BRAH!
Last night, I was right back in that wild interaction, where I had
killed somebody, this time, and I was standing near my car parked out
on a street somewhere. A police Officer about age 35 who knew me,
came over from a building on the other side of the street, and said
to me, “weren't we just talking a short while
back”. I said to him, “Yes we were,
and that I had somehow stabbed someone here, and have no memory of
doing it”. He then cuffed me, and we went into his squad
car, and I was taken to the station house; and then suddenly, he was
walking me somewhere, and this place had somehow become the north
shore of Atlantic City, only over there in that parallel world, a lot
of stuff was extremely different than it is from over here. I was
walking down a very narrow sidewalk with huge shrubbery on each side
that was much taller than people, and it had to be barely 30 inches
wide, and houses with three steps were all along this sidewalk
pathway that paralleled the inlet waters. Then this strange hippie
type long haired young dude of about 22 years or so in age, began to
speak to the officer who was taking me somewhere, and I am clueless
to where it was. Then we were just there, and as you all know, memory
skips inside of hyperspace interaction events or HIE for short, and
some people call this ''dream-shift'', but actually, it is just a
black out of memory while thinking and recalling the event on a later
conscious level. I found myself in a room like an interrogation room
in any police station when detectives discuss your possible crime and
hope to gain a confession. Many wild people who I know from here in
this waking universe, were there, as well as many that I do not know
from here, that my double who I was 'dreaming through' obviously did
know. Again with the previous night, I would begin to awaken back
here and realize, WOW, I don';t have to worry about this murder
charge, and tried to remain awake, but sleepiness kept pulling me
back, and boom, I was right back there, and remembering very well
too, that I was shifting back and forth in-between these two parallel
universes, of here where I type this blog now to all of you, and
there, where I had just stabbed some person to death, and was facing
a murder charge. Eventually, I awoke, as that is obviously or this
blog would not be being typed up, like DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I
now also realize an additional item, while 'awake here'. The world I
was in where I had lost my car somehow, was the same world, and this
was a serial and continuing dream. I finally remembered that my car
and its going missing, had something to do with the following HIE
''dream'', and my murdering this person, who I cannot pull up any
details about even now.
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TRANSMISSION.
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