GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
1
Most
readers will probably remember the way that the opening
paragraph paste-in went, on the previous book of Milituforce blog
audience folks, along with those two persons
responsible directly, for this blog being created in the first place,
as well as continuing past its opening year of 2006, to now.
Was
the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe,
or
did his advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to
me at the great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in
early November of 1985?
Julia
White
has
told me many times that this is true,
only you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I
had parted ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still
renting the home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother
of a New Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting,
almost two years if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18
months, but it was not quite a ways after I h ad moved into the
Highview Apartments of Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented
home that Misses Meeker was going to sell and I could not buy it
at the time, so my mom and I left and moved into the Highview
place, and this was our second stay at this place. I had started
my book, The Permission Barrier, while still at the Meeker home,
and completed it at the Highview Apartments, in 1994. I sent it
down to the Copyright Office on Halloween Day of 1994, as some of
you already know all about this entire mess. In my book, a
character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was put into the book.
Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in Washington, DC,
knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But Dave was
still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after we
were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells
her name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was
altered to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly
White Krassle. Her City-Name in the HOLY CITY or capitol city of
Sahasra Dal Kanwal, is JEWELLY-Natalazatahh, and various
astral-plank translations to waking English Language world
suffix-names that follow any name of JEWELLY, exist. Actually
Julia White told me, millions of years ago, that there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to the city-name of JEWELLY. This name is registered in the great
Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as
names written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the
same with this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome
KANWAL-PALACE. Now in this book, I will bring some of these topics
along quite a bit further, so you can all be the judge of the
Copper-Kessle fudge so to speak, or maybe better and plainer said,
so you can be my judge, but more adequately and honestly, for me
and my favor, for a dam change; kind people.
In
this book, before and if it closes out ever; my current audience of
just whoever you all are and have been, will be added to a new one.
This will happen as soon as I can afford to pay the necessary people
to assist me with a managed and hosted website, that I will call
Morianity-Foundation-2, or if the old
one is still available for me to take it back over, then I will, so
there won't be a number two at the end. I will pay by allowing the
host to place ads just as they did on my other non-public site as
shown above in red colored font, and most likely, still pay a nominal
fee on top of that, probably if hosted, more than the just under
$4.00 per month that it cost me before, but even if tripled, along
with all the ads they wish to place on it, I can afford up to this
amount, and by the gods, I will have this site, with all my links to
those public ones such as BLOGGER and WORDPRESS, as long as they
allow my blogs, which I do not think will be all that much longer, in
this rapidly altering new age, where people like me, not loved by
these owners of our American society because we don't just accept
without griping and belly-aching, all the shit that they feel is just
fine to do to us day and night, you know; remove our dam ass
freedoms, steal our fucking music by changing one note, paying off
officials everywhere from the Senate and the House, to the dam
Copyright Office, and on and On you all know that I can keep spouting
off lists. As I said, THIS is exactly why, I feel that my fucking
public blogging days are very numbered now, as both ISIS grows, and
folks like me are perceived as enemies of the land; and our rights
rapidly fuckign removed without trials or anything. Funny too, my dad
predicted as if he already knew and saw all of this go down; and way
mother fuckign back in early 1974, nearly forty-two fuckign years
ago. He as many of you know, was a BATTLESHIP-ELDRIDGE EXPERIMENT
SURVIVOER, and the legends tell us that this ship went out of normal
space and out of normal time, so please don't accept this blog's word
for any of this, before you form your own conclusions and opinions
regarding it all. First, GOOGLE IT ALL UP
for yourselves, under PHILADELPHIA
EXPERIMENT, and other similar such items, as you search
out the topic for yourselves. One thing those who have power over us
know, at least until eventual fucking martial law will come and
destroy America for all of us, and that is , even my nasty sounding
threats against my enemies, never ever will be carried out in ILLEGAL
WAYS. They may however wish that those other ways were what I chose,
after I do exact my revenge soon, as my way leaves zero traces in any
legal judicial court system for any possible prosecution, as
electronic metaphysics is legal, and even when freedom of speech is
removed sooner or later, I can make adjustments so that none of my
words could possibly imply any form of threats that could lead to my
punishment. Now with full on martial law, they can just come and take
you and kill you and torture you, but long before then, I promise you
all one mother fuckiGN thing. One way or the other, I'LL BE OFF THIS
GOD DAM FUCKING PLANET!
My
mother fuckiGN dirt bag enemies think that I need thousands of
dollars for expensive electronic equipment. As that great wonderful
hair shampoo commercial would say, or that gorgeous babe in it, back
in 1980, “W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
Cheapo junk works just as well, as hyperspace and messing with it,
isn't one bit prejudiced against lousy sound quality and other
low-budget related absurdities. Sorry to burst your safe-bubble, you
bastard fuckign rotten super wealthies out there. And I do promise
you, as I have all along, “Before you get to me, I'll get to you”!
GUESSING
THE NAMES OR THE (IDENTITIES) OF THE VISITING TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
(GUESTS) may sound a bit 'weedikalass',
Mister Elmer Fwudd, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
I promise you this, WOMO, MO, and all others
concerned. So many things would sound absolutely mother
fuckiGN absurd, impossible, and totally ridiculous, just 100, 200,
300 years ago, and believe me people; those amounts of time are an
eyelash fucking blink, to the great mountains, and the stars of the
sky, and yes; if you were to just go back into time, one or two or
three lousy little centuries; and begin speaking to those folks
around you, about all of the incredible things that exist in our
time, and in our society; from jet airplanes, to moon landings, to
global communications and satellites, and internet and social media,
and electricity, and electric lights, and machines, and recording
live sounds and images and retrieving them at will; and
I could go on for an hour and won't, but
if you did that; they would fuckiGN
hang you as a dam witch, and no
one would believe a dam fuckiGN word that you said!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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