CHAPTER 15, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 15

I was awake, barely, but wow I am glad that I was. Today was the quarter-annual fire alarm test day. Of course, it always is just before Wall Street's opening-bell. What else is new, lads and lassies?

Diana was with me all night, and the past several nights, the great Atlantic Ocean and I spent wonderful times together. Hey Razzy, how can I go wrong when I have the great GODDESS all around me, at least while asleep. While back here awake, my hell resumes.

In truth, memory is a totally different part of mind, than thought, and these brain-experts have all the answers or they think that they do, so go ahead and listen to them and scoff at Morianity if you so choose. At least I answer lots of questions that have most likely been plaguing many of you in your own personal lives. You need not make comments about it, as I know this is true no matter how silent you wish to be.

Memories are not something we retain like having a video of some family vacation and then playing it back. No two people remember details of things ranging from an accident to a murder to a great time with friends on a beach or a ski mountain, in the same way, proving that memory is not a tape loop of some event in our past, be it a minute or ten years. Still and all, anyone can say what something is not. It is a much larger feat to be able to rationally and simply, explain successfully, what something IS. Let me try. Memory is not a truth that we remember some event or some something. Memory is that a part of us that is trapped or frozen in locked atomic time, takes all of the observable things around us during these trapped time-pieces, and this is what is focused on in a split circuit in MIND, or its sixth dimensional signal to us as we appear to exist in fifth-dimensional hyperspace waking life in one physical space-time universe. Memory is not just seeing what is remembered. Memory is the side effect generated by the full-event (what apparently is being remembered) and this interaction to us, whatever that may be. I like to take my very sharp memory of longer term, and compare it to those few times, where it has seemingly been either blocked, or somehow interfered with by some unknown source and force, other than I know it happens only when the group that Morianity labels “THAT FAMILY” seems to be directly involved. My two rapes by Paula King in 1969 and 1996, bringing MI and PEE into life's great equation, the time that I left Bob McGuire's botbar-BAR on 7 February of 1997, and other such nightmarish incidents from the gates of deep-HELL, and my return trip from the 1984 Throat-Specialist's Office; would be some of the main events here, pertaining to THAT-FAMILY somehow 'quite mysteriously and magically' causing my normal memory-ops to be totally blanked out and gapped. Operating a mental exercise around these times where I have been struck with some kind of technological gap-out of my memory operations, is the only hope of putting together some of the powerful and great things that lie behind these OZ CURTAINS FROM HELL. Can you just begin to mother fucking imagine what I would have right now, if I never was struck with the NEW JERSEY POLITICAL ENEMY OF WOMOTAMM-MILITUFORCE, via the property inspector of Mullica in league with Trailer Park owner Jenny Plageman, an dthen the King Family as well? I would have access to detailed accounts on a taped life journal, of all of these times. My journal spared no little details, from all the disgusting little items in life's most personal areas from when I took a shit or what color it was, to what I ate for lunch, in vivid detail. All phone calls were bugged up, incoming and outgoing, and the entire residence was as bugged up as the Kennedy-Nixon White House ever was. I would now be able, seeing my life in a brand new major light and perspective, to listen back to exact shit from all of the days when all of these things were going down mother fuckiGN live. HALLS FAWCES could never permit this to have become a reality, and hence, they brought the New Jersey laws of renters to be changed, the T3E inside of Jenny Plageman to be used against me, and the T3E inside of the King family, as well. So without using ESS to get into the political people, as well as the personal enemies around me also; they never could have pulled it off, and today I would have all of these tapes to go back and take to the Geneva Convention people and the World Court at the dam Hague. I also would have this literal storehouse of information at my own disposal, right at my fingertips; to scrutinize and examine for life, to make unraveling this nightmare mystery around me, that obviously all pertains to PINK-GODDESS, and not PIN Goddess, sorry folks, another TYPO, YO; but yes; I would have all of this for my own super sleuthing, where as now, I can only wonder just what I would have been able to do. These ESS mother fuckers took away from me, my life, my property, and my sanity. If a special place in fuckign cunt HELL is not existing to take these people to their deserved fates of endless nightmares, then why even bother to breathe?

Now just as all bibles preach in various forms; there are good FAWCES and bad FAWCES, and even STAR WARS seems to portray that reality as well, Mister Hall. What has been done to me, cannot possibly be thought of as coming from the good ones. Why there seems to be only the bad in my life, is for people to ponder for coming centuries, should Morianity catch fire and take off after I am soon dead and gone. I can tell a zillion powerful things, but if you think that I'll ever have an answer to give you about this, then you're five dozen cookoo clocks all wired up together.

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS: “THE END”