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IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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Brigadoon
and Cooley Hall. Where to even begin discussing an
elaborated version of the information that the Mountainpen has
released so far, in just under thirteen years of blog texts? The
younger generation says it perfectly and I'll quote them, “like
WOW”!
Believe
it or not folks, in order to better tell a lot of the story, and
against the advice of lovely Terry Egghead, from the great Jersey
Harbor-lands; one way NOT TO DO THIS,
is in any normal chronological order.
This, to quote her, may indeed may make me appear to be a total
'scatterbrain', but there's absolutely nothing that can be done about
this. That said, I'll need to swing the conversation around first, to
what may appear as a totally unrelated topic. That would be none
other than my repeatedly occurring temporary death, and especially
since the days of my being a member of a very mysterious health club,
called the Haddonwood Club, in
Deptford, New Jersey, USAESMWG, from late in June in 1994, through
the early days in August of 1996. During that entire time, my
residence was at the Highview Apartments,
in Williamstown, New Jersey, USAESMWG. This all ties in, a hundred
freaking percent; but it will require days
of texts and virtually endless blogs. I am in an endless
attempt to compress and abridge my story, and even with it fully
shortened as best as is humanly possible, it will be an incredibly
extensive project to say the least, as folks, I've not yet begun to
really tie all of it together, and tell everything that there is to
tell. IPYT!
Death
appears to be having some weird type of a problem, holding me. Just
going back to my years living at Jenny Plageman's trailer park in
Mullica Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG, there are two major
incidences where I absolutely know that I was dead, kaput, lights
out, done, fine', over, etcetera! One was at my job, the night after
Christmas of 2005, guarding a place called CIFALOGLIO and the other
was inside my trailer with my door open, and lightning was all over
me, and ended up striking my porch and burning a section of it off,
and frying my telephone as well as my caller-ID-Box, while I was on
the phone and telling Diana, (Lightning) how beautiful she is and how
much I love and need her around me, and called her a pet name that
makes her wild and crazy, “Baby-Blond”. Now before
you go off and say 'just how does this fit or connect into in any
way, Cooley Hall and Brigadoon'; well, you'll just have to
persevere and bear with me for quite a while, until eventually,
things will become totally clear and succinct. IPYT. The opening
point for right now and for this very present time blog, is that
reality can indeed be altered and even weirdly spliced, just like the
old analogue days with tapes and editing tools and blocks. I know it
sounds fantastic, but just as simply as you can take a movie, if you
are an editor; and move it all around in a totally scrambled up way,
so too can all of reality be similarly altered with hyper advanced
technologies that are no more known and or understood today, than our
presently existing technology would be known or understood three
hundred years ago. On the Astral-Plane, at the Teck Bay Mystery
School, owned by Professor Gawky Gaukauk; I was shown some powerful
stuff about a week ago, while I was suffering through all of this
major election-related death attack and siege. I had fallen asleep
and somewhere in-between the time I fell asleep and the time that I
woke back up, I found myself there, only the great black panther cat
was not there. Instead, there were several underling professor-type
instructors hanging around some giant part of this campus, that I had
never seen or visited before, or if I had, I was unable to retain any
waking mortal mind memory of it. They were talking to me and
explaining how very simple it is with the right tools and tech, to
indeed splice more than just audio or video stuff, but all of
reality, since reality itself only exists in physical truth as two
electrons, and one of them telling another one, in sort of a
pictorial fashion, what is happening, and just as an artist paints a
canvas or a musician creates a musical masterpiece, so too is all of
reality created by this simple reality of one electron literally
speaking to another one, and this process then creates a photon. This
process in a mega chain reaction that is more gargantuan and huge
than any mortal mind could most likely grasp, can then be interfered
with by way of tools and technologies, that are designed in a very
similar fashion as our editing tools are designed to work. There is
no powerful or awesome secret to the tools or the tech, only that
reality itself in the human life we all live, is indeed working in
this way. They showed me years ago a similar item, and I had
forgotten about it. Just as I hit my highlighted areas to be blogged
and then hit my copy commands and then my paste in commands, they
took me out into a huge solar system that was about two hundred
million light years away from here, and they showed me how they used
very similar keys on a tool and they literally pasted in planets, to
the system, one by one. I saw this, and I was amazed and shocked
beyond any possible way of describing it. But this time, I was on the
Astral-Plane or the Purgatory, or inside of PLANK-TIME. These wild
instructors were showing me examples. One of them pulled out a small
box that showed me a parallel universe not that distant from right
here, and people were calling it the year 2026, and were wearing
watch-phones. You just hit a button and a large holographic image is
beside you. They use an app where the brain itself measures neuron
pulses and you can think after that, and the hologram responds. They
told me it may be a similar world to my own, and if it is, I will be
seeing this in about eight years give or take, allowing for time
differences between the two parallel worlds. As soon as they showed
me that, my mind instantly remembered that an entire year ago or
more, I was in that parallel universe where my younger daughter Pee
had recently been released from the Egg Harbor City Harborfields
Detention Center. She had invented this, and as many of you know, she
is sort of the queen of the E-BAY over in that parallel world. I
remembered fully that she is now a partner in the system and owns 35%
of the stock, since her transport-tower invention is being used by
them, and no longer are products shipped back and forth as in the
olden days before her invention was completed. There is a powerful
whole lot more to all of this, but I would be typing for days and
days just scratching the surface a tiny teeny bit. Then there is the
lady who owned the Bolivar Hotel in Atlantic City, back in the days
when I would vacation down there on Tennessee Avenue with my mom, and
would see the mysterious 'SARAH'-girl from time to time. I never met
this dude, but she adopted along with her husband, a boy named
Chester Perkowski. He was a comic fan on a huge scale, a large super
hero comic book collector, and a major participant in many “60's
things” that are too complex to get into right now. Her maiden name
was Estelle Mueller. I believe that she is related to the man who is
investigating the Russian stuff with President Trump. Jonathan Schau,
the Masonic Lodge Brother who I totally believe murdered my late pal,
Mister Roth, worked as a security guard in Philadelphia, at a
building called the DRAKE TOWERS. I
don't believe in that coincidence either, you know, Sir
Francis of England, and the murder of my 22nd
grandmother, Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots. I don't buy the
Drake coincidence and I don't buy the Mueller coincidence. Not for a
lousy stinking nanosecond! I simply cannot
afford the luxury of believing in coincidences! Those were the
precise words of good old “Y Jimmy-Y, Mister Jim Burr of
Gloucester! Now before I end up freaking digressing too much folks,
these two instructors were in a human form as they were revealing all
of this to me, as I said, about a week back in a very lucid and vivid
and powerful dreaming-interaction.
They showed me how Jesus was resurrected by way of using
reality-splicing, and they showed me the near future time in my own
world, where the stock market was moving past the 50,000 point mark.
Then they suddenly glowed extremely brilliantly and then they resumed
their natural and truer shapes. They were COINS. I have told how
there are two types of ASTRAL-GODS, the COINS and the COILS. Diana
Arteemis and her entire family are COILS. Coins are not all that
different, as they can take a human type of form, and they also are
filled with all sorts of lovely and bright colors. They look like
gigantic coins. They may be what humans falsely perceive as flying
saucers as well. Who can know? All I do know is that these coins
revealed a lot of wild junk to me about a week ago, but I was
suffering through so much darn death persecution that I was just way
too darn busy to blog about that, back then. With the freaking darn
elections over, naturally, things are marginally better. Not enough
to make me want to jump up and sing and dance, but they're marginally
better for right now. Ann King would chime in right about now with
her famous line of “WHOOPIE”, or “BIG WHOOP”, either or! I'll
chime in with the McNulty sarcasm chuckle, you know,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!
I'll
always remember that great OH GOD movie with George Burns and John
Denver. The Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard Solomon, saw it
back in 1980, and raved about it, and then I saw it years later on
television. Poor people cannot afford to go to the freaking movies.
Aniwho, the guy who played the televangelist and went onto later play
the detective on the Law & Order show that was shot by that
nutcase criminal, began his revival meeting with that line, “Let's
talk about love”. Well, I have my own line here on my Morianity. It
goes, “let's talk about ENDLESSNESS”!
Why does this dream-travel-club or society or “WHATEVER”, kind
Congressman R.A. Sir; do all of this? The answer is so simple that it
will come right out of the darkness and take a dump in your bed. They
are bored to tears in the ENDLESSNESS
of the PURGATORY. They do all
sorts of things, and have decillions of games going all over the
countless parallel universes, of the infinitely vast fifth
dimensional hyperspace. One game that is really enjoyed, is the
creation of religions for the mortal humans to worship and revere
them, here in their nuclear dreams. I talked about the real truths of
Brigadoon and Cooley Hall, and a few hours after posting, Trump fired
the Attorney General, which now puts a dude in place who has nothing
good to say about Estelle's cousin, and will do all he can, under
orders of Trump, to stop this investigation into his monstrous
criminality. Still wanna' believe in endless
coincidences, Mister 'endLESSNESS' Spellchecker????????
The
great Sarah Jacobson, and her magical bridge boy kisses. WOW-THAT,
KING FAMILY and a big lovely WEEEEEEEEEE! My guidance counselor at
the Haddon Township High School in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG,
Mister Jockamini or however his name is actually misspelled; was very
influential in my eventual reassignment to Cooley Hall, but it was
not a direct transfer, as they gave me a tutor by the name of Misses
Davies first. This all fits powerfully into the great WATERGATE
DEMOCRATIC OFFICE BUILDING BREAK IN, on the 17th
day of June, in the year of 1972. Telling the entire story will take
virtually forever, but I'll keep on trucking and make a best effort
attempt to get a readable version eventually all blogged out and
fully explained. Anyone with the power to come to you in DREAMS, is a
GOD/GODDESS. That much, I'll promise any one of you out there. I
would tell Mister 'J' all about many various things. Many powerful
symbolism's seem to revolve around both my kid as well as many of her
21st century friends. But the largest topic was that on
June 17, and to quote the great “L&O” television show,
“some big-ass thing is going to happen”.
I did not use that language back then in 1967 and 1968. That would
have landed me in the Detention Class, and I would miss out on
watching my favorite television show as a result, the great world
famous “Dark Shadows”. This was before the
Video-Cassette-Recorders (VCR) were invented, but the powerful truth
is that I know for absolute certain, that I had a large part in these
machines getting invented shortly after my days at HTHS. For those
who wonder why there appears to be two schools, I went only to the
7th and the 8th grades at the HTHS. Then I had
a tutor for a few months, and then in early
February of 1969, I began going to the mysterious and awesome
Cooley Hall High Hell. But I would
discuss that magical date with Mister 'J' a lot in 1967 and 1968,
June 17. I talked about plumbers, I talked about flooding, and I
talked about a water gate. But it was not until almost before the
actual break in that was ordered by President Richard Milhouse Nixon,
that magical Sarah Jacobson told me why I said what I had said, and
went onto actually tell me what was around the corner in the future.
She also came to me in a powerful dream in the spring time of 1971,
and told me that she does not kiss boys. A year later, on the bridge
that had been recently rebuilt after a flood, just down the street,
Hopkins Lane, from the Cooley Hall; she was standing there with
Steve, a boy from her New Jersey Rehab-Class. I was walking back from
the local Haddonfield 7-11 Store with a candy bar and a soda, and she
looked directly at me, and then said loudly to Steve, “I don't kiss
boys”. Steve was a big strong sixteen year old boy. He said back to
her, “What, do you kiss girls”? She then socked him in the eye,
and Steve went flying down to the ground and was screaming in pain.
Sarah would go around bragging in 1972, that she wasn't the strongest
girl in the school, but the strongest person in the school. There is
power in the word person, since Mister 'J' and I would discuss other
matters, and I would only refer to the person in question as “the
person”. There is so much to tell, and things have not even begun
to get spoken about yet; my kind Blogaudians! This is a very complex
deal and it involves stuff that connects all the way to the very top
power structures of the world, and even back then, those very same
powers and HALLS FAWCES were totally involved. They created the
entire Watergate mess, and much much much much more! A lot of people
thought that the sixties and the hippies and the whole 324 inches
connected with all of it, was totally about angry kids wanting to get
high and protest against the Vietnam War. Unless you were there, you
can read all the books and go online, and learn stuff in school, and
on and on and on, but you won't get anywhere near to the truth,
because those same exact HALLS FAWCES
were just as alive and well back then, as they are right now. When
I'm all through telling the entire ugly mess, right down to why I was
assaulted not once but several times in numerous ways in Atlantic
City, and then years later all over again, when I tried to look up
Sarah, and was in my Saturn car with my mom that day on August 2,
1996; and if I can get a larger following of open minded folks who'll
read the entire story open mindedly and giving me a damn fair shake
for a change, well, the entire planet Earth will then turn
another famous Mister Pat Robertson 'cornerstone',
and THAT is a total
guarantee folks. I have only opened up this hellish nightmare. Even
in the early first week of August of 1998 at the Hilton Beach, after
my encounter with tall Sharon and her big buxom blond girlfriend,
someone made a cellphone call to a waiting automobile, as they came
out of nowhere while I was trying to legally cross a street on a
green light as a pedestrian, and the monster scum bag literally tried
to run me over and murder me.
Don't
get me started with Phase four entities (P-4-E) and how this connects
into the comic book characters and the world of Estelle Mueller and
Chester Perkowski. The foreign spies of Sheje Croupa in the parallel
world of the Trinidad Hotel owners, and the bicycle verbal assault
that I took in July of 1970 on the boardwalk every time I rode by the
Central Pier, and the horrible gang called the Quoddy Mockers, and my
cousin Sandra Mason and her connections to Paula King through her
mom, my Aunt Geraldine Snow and the fantastic plan through her pal
the Shah of Iran, and the list just goes on and on forever and ever.
Why did this family get to play such a major role in the Bible and
the Gods and on and on? Why do I have to be in tis family lineage and
for that matter, carry out the Huntington Curse that seems to strike
one male member of the family, until the return of Jesus Christ? Only
the Gods and the Goddesses can know the ridiculous parts to their
demented games. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, all great Fort Pierce
Library Hacks of 2010; I know that ENDLESSNESS is the reason. There
is no way out. There is no escape from
ENDLESSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It has been the greatest super
sleuth operation for all eternity, how can we escape the Purgatory.
We exist in Purgatory, we are the Purgatites and that is that. The
only way to stop existing is to trade places with a NON-EXISTOR or a
(Purgatite). How can an existor (Purgatite) communicate with one of
them, to make such an offer to them? Non-existence is a form of
something that our mortal brains are not powerful enough to even
conceive of. If we could contact one, and offer a trade, with the
grass is greener on the other side syndrome, they would probably jump
at the chance to become an existor. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT,
all great 2010 Fort Pierce, Florida Library Hacks; we have no way of
making contact. We cannot move into their territory, and only an even
trade is possibly, at least theoretically, or so I've been told on
the Astral-Plane or the Purgatory. There is a finite area that
contains literally an infinite number or amount of these
NON-EXISTORS. This is literally a concept to
drive even the greatest human and awake gamers into absolute
insanity. OH WELL Ann King, and Burger King, have a damn
burger!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Being
nasty, and saying lots of spiteful angry mean hating words, just
places me on 'their level'. I am not
going to use this horrible rotten language. Jane
Fonda attacks with those lovely
wonderful ONES, as well as months of death siege
persecution since the summer time; is my never
failing absolute cue that things won't be going my way; and I
already knew THAT, before the lovely elections took place; so there's
no shock value to me there, none whatsoever! I
am sorry you are not in a better mood tonight, Mizz Diana Ross,
but hey, what can any of us ever do. As for
me, and Florida life, that is my own fault for coming to a
mostly RED STATE
for many many years, and it was this way long before I arrived down
here, and for that matter, long before sweet adorable wonderful
Mister Trump ever took office on
Pennsylvania Avenue, so again, no tears over spilled milk, just lots
of very bad decisions. Hey Jay Jay Evans; really dude, what can I
say, YO?
Only
I can know just how real, how powerful, and yes folks, just how darn
devastating, the misuse of PARALELL-EVENT
truly and really is. I have fallen its incredible victim
now for roughly thirty-two and a quarter years. That should be more
than enough to qualify me as quite the darn expert! Yes sir/mahm, the
death siege on me since the summer time of this year, 2018, is beyond
describable, other than to say that it's right
back on par with the late eighties and the early nineties,
when all of this began; oh great powerful Resorts
Hotel Casino of Atlantic City, and Dark
Shadows' Sabrina Collins! Oh yes, my air conditioning unit was
replaced today, but two sweltering months without air, has more than
done its damage to me, and gave the cheated satanic Republicans and
their Wall Street robotized slaves, their victory, and this has been
ongoing now for a lot longer than any of you, or even I, have
realized. Not only did they take away my AC, but AGAIN, they caused
my apartment to be flooded again. Someone must have snuck in here a
while back, and loosened the piping underneath my darn sink, and the
leak started slowly, but grew to where my entire kitchen was
flooding. Fortunately, as was the case also in late October of 2016,
when my entire area just beyond my kitchen had been flooded out by
some fire sprinkler system that came out of nowhere; the maintenance
people were able to correct the problem, and yes, DRY ME OUT. No
Spellchecker, it is indeed OUTlandish, but we won't use that word
right now, if that's okay with you. And I was just blogging, what,
“HOW DRY I AM, NOBODY KNOWS”, yeah, you go Patty Hollister. Now
here was a lady who could fish it down, along with all of the great
cousins in that marvelous family of KINGS and QUEENS, oh mighty
United States 1983 SAGA © copyrights! Gee Wiligars, BRO!
It
is eighteen minutes past two in the morning, on a 7
November, 2018. I live
and learn, kind peeps. I truly would have placed a large wager on
this year being a bit better for me, and definitely not WORSE, since
it contains the exact same four digits of the apartment number back
in 1980 where I moved into on the first day in May, at the Robin
Hill, #1802. Back in
1980, we may indeed have had powerful goddesses telling us how love
is for carpenters, but there were no hash-tags yet, just pound or
number symbols. Oh I'm “SO SAHWEE”;
Mister 1941 Japanese Ambassador! All throughout the Holy Words of
the Christian bible, symbolically connected items are all tied
together, with the grand theme of it all being The
Almighty plans to come into her creation and be
born as one of us. Personally, I do not care one iota who
believes a darn thing that I say and tell on these thirteen years of
blog texts. You all just go and believe whatever helps you get
through the long and lonely rotten nights, YO. WEEEEEEEEEE!
I
will turn age sixty-six in another twenty-five months, in the first
week of December of 2021. At this time, my Social Security Disability
benefits (bennies) as the term and slang word have come to be in the
American culture; will become regular Social Security bennies. This
means that my new goal in this hellish nightmare life of unfathomable
misery, persecution, and torment; is to somehow survive another
25-MONTHS. At this time, I can leave this wonderful lovely marvelous
place called AMERICA. I plan to. Don't clap too loudly. You're all
pathetically clueless to what this will mean to all of you, that my
message failed to get across. You're all awaiting something.
Christians are waiting for the return of the Messiah. Investors are
waiting for the Dow Jones to hit 100,000 points, and it will, just
grab your calculator and follow my method of telling you all
approximately when. Still others are waiting to find that perfect
better half to themselves. The laundry list goes on and on. And
again, you're all as clueless as two year olds alone on top of Mount
Everest in dirty diapers! I truly feel darn sorry for all of you.
I'll finish out my nightmarish existence somewhere far away from
here, and away from King Trump and his nutcase following of soon to
takeover the country rednecks. 99 percent of you do not know a thing
about the Democratic Office Building in
Washington, DC, and the plot of June 17, 1972. Even the mighty
reporters, those who still live and breathe, I'll tell you right now
that you're clueless if you cannot see what is happening. This is a
plan that has been going on for almost the same time that the Second
World War terminated. One party-rule, and a royal family to take
control. It has happened in every single part of this globe since
time immemorial, and it will happen again in
early 2025, when he calls his generals to come over and begin the
coup, outside of 1600 P. You will see, but THAN, it will be
too late, just as it was when Mister H murdered millions of innocent
people. No one saw that monster coming either. This has been well
planned, and even Mueller knows that most
likely, he and his investigative forces won't be able to stop this
inevitable horrendous hellish plot straight from hell. He has
the religious butt wipes believing in him, and a party that won't let
him down, just as long as they continue getting their tidbits of
power and glory. To me, the BIBLE is
screaming and shouting so loudly, I literally have to put
ear plugs in my ears to avoid going outright deaf! The buttwipe
televangelists have magically and totally forgotten bible prophecy of
the antichrist, yet those nutcase Crouch's have movie after movie on
their Christian Television Network system about this very thing. It
is beyond unfathomable to me. There honestly is nothing more to say
or add here.
Hey,
I know that no one person has a snowballs
chance in Dogtown, to fight this powerful HALLS-FAWCE,
and AKA the Republiwall Street Thugs Society
(RSTS) as Morianity will label it, beginning on this failed
for the democrats Midterm Elections Day of 2018. Don't cry too loudly
lovely Diana; your son in law will find another way to fight this
evil nightmare RSTS! There are two
polarized forces in the nuclear universe that we all live inside of.
The very intelligent Chinese population named this reality long
before America was a shadow in the birth records, and we all know I'm
speaking of the terms, YIN and YANG. When humans become part of the
equation after the nuclear life (stars) spit out that precious
element called CARBON, these positive and negative polarities become
righteousness and evil. Taking this further into present day American
politics, this can even further translate into Democrats and
Republicans. If you strip off all of the fat and compress and abridge
all of politics, everyone knows whether they choose to admit it or
not, that Democrats care about the small and the frail and the
helpless amongst us. The Republicans on the other hand wish to bless
only the wealthy, and crush the rest of us miserable puny paupers
into oppression, poverty, and eventual doomed slavery, right back to
the cotton-field plantations, only color won't be the issue any
longer! Actually, I don't believe that it really ever was. This
entire black and white thing is just an experiment. As I said, you're
all totally clueless blind bats flying into a giant fiery pit of pure
unadulterated hell. You can tell McKinnon's Hollywood double on the
L&O TV show, I know this to be a fact, just as I knew a whole
hell of a lot more than I should have about the sixties movement, a
long time back in the days of Mister Mackey and Mister Ciprionni. No
people; I plan to run fast and far, and
they'll have to kill me to stop me. There is no fighting
this doomed empire called the USA. This time, Senator Thompson and
all of you others from those “points in time”, they made sure
that all of the darn key critical points all align up against the
system eventually working, and stopping and thwarting this evil
monstrous plan of theirs. Just as their horrible Fonda attacks are
non-ending, and beyond totally relentless. I was just struck AGAIN,
and must compensate with my darn FIVES.
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This
should clear me of page eleven and all of her nasty rotten assaults
on me via parallel event symbology.
Oh
no, an army as big and powerful as this one, CANNOT BE STOPPED.
The Democrats didn't even really try;
and nothing will be one bit different when that monster is reelected
again in 2020. And they'll have me AGAIN, to
keep hurting and tormenting through endless undetectable
parallel event technologies, that are applied mercilessly, and
monstrously! The old expression that we've all heard since childhood,
“fight or flight”, you know it. So I know that fighting them is
totally impossible, so I will run fast and far,
just as soon as my SS bennies allow!
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any other mental reasoning would prove
beyond any measure, total and complete
insanity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Florida
has been a red state for a longer time by far, than my residency
here. As my old record promoter would say it so beyond perfectly and
eloquently, along with his CB-RADIO pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't no
doubt about it”! Well then, why did I come down here when I hate
heat, on top of that? Simple. I ran away from my daughter's distant
cousins, the KINGS and the QUEENS, and even the symbols; as her
wonderful fans know precisely what's getting said there,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of reality is
symbolically tied together. The human authors of the BIBLE know it,
and so do all really intelligent human beings. When I ran away, I had
only a few bags and only a few clothes, as space in my vehicle was
limited, and I had to make my escape while Dawn King was very drunk
one night, imagine that, all French grapes of wrath!!!!!!! At this
time, the entire country was in a deep freeze, that is all except for
Florida, as they were experiencing an early December heatwave, sunny
and 90, back on that early second week in December of 2009. I had no
coat, just some jerseys, some underwear, and some pants, a few pairs
of socks, and the shoes on my feet. Anything
more placed into my car may have just aroused too much suspicion from
KING DAWN, and QUEEN PAULA. So Florida was my only logical
destination, unless my plan was to run away and effen freeze to
death. The rest as they say, is history!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let
me move on and tell you all a little story about a fellow student
back at the Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, New Jersey, back in the
autumn of 1969, or possibly the early weeks of January of 1970. His
name was Mike Murray. I know I probably have mentioned how he came a
half inch away from taking out one of my eyes, while I was sitting
alone one day in Misses Marola's class, with that trustworthy kids
best weapon, a long opened up large paper clip and a powerful good
sized rubber band. I also know that I told how one Saturday, I rode
my bike over to the school from my apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey,
and we got talking, and he told me a detailed description of a movie
that he had just seen on television, called Brigadoon. Not Trump's
Base, not the Briggbase, but the famous movie about the magical Irish
town. Here is what the mighty Fascitar revealed to me back in the end
of the last century while I was in an extremely deep Edgar Cayce type
of tranced out mental state. On the Astral Plane, and in the Capitol
Province of it, called Olympia; there is a method of translating many
of the words used, into the Earth waking world English language, that
I refuse to get into for now. I know that I have made a big deal
about the Cooley Hall, and adding names to it such as HIGH HELL. I do
all things for reasons, and they need not be explored in full detail
at any one given time. It is not that this author is attempting t o
hide anything or be at all evasive or cunning about one solitary
thing. It simply is that time just does not permit me to get fully
into all of the details of elucidation on all of these multiplex
topics that these blogs have discussed for nearly thirteen years now.
I literally could take a century trying to tell it all! But after
this large defeat in the elections, for the good, and the
defenseless, and the downtrodden, you know; the small poverty
stricken kept down and under class; I've now decided to tell
something, and in fact, I am going to tell a couple of things. But
let me begin with why Mike Murray told me about this movie, and how
this place called Brigadoon connects to the Cooley Hall, on and from
an ASTRAL PLANE point of view, remembering that this is
where the GODS come from! Province
Olympia is a powerful and awesome 'place'. There are no real places,
astrally, of course, as they exist because a lot of Purgatites all
agree that they do in particular interactions. In this powerful
'place', I exist as Ricktafarius at the Ricktown Manor, and with me
is the Goddess Diana Arteemis. I also am Zeranniss
Arthur Yancy Jones, and my city name of YANCY
is in the CAPITOL CITY registry,
at what people on the Earth Planet might think of, as some type of a
large City Hall. To have a city-pass,
you need to have a city-name; and this
name is registered. When the round-ups occur, your identity is then
verifiable, and you are not deported out of the great capitol city of
SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. If a
deportation is strike-4, you are transported by the Callio-Squad to
DOGTOWN, to serve a trespass sentence. My point to all of this folks,
is this. We are so large in our true beingness, that we can
experience a multiplex of lives and do it totally simultaneously.
When we dream out into the nuclear universe as carbon clay beings, we
also have many lives and existences throughout unimaginable amounts
of time and hyperspace or parallel universes where alternate selves
of us are living, but totally unaware of these truths, unless inside
of deep dreaming states, where we advance beyond the state of what
Morianity labels as TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS. Making an ultra long story
as short as is humanly possible, there is a word in the Province
Olympia, and I'll spell it out for all of my Blogaudians.
OKSNUSHELARZIUM. If spoken anywhere in
Province Olympia, this word suddenly develops two English Language
Earth waking-world equivalents, and I'll spell these words out now as
well. ZYALEROON and BIDARENEMPTEALL.
With almost 100% accurately translated meaning to Earth-English,
those two words above are BRIGADOON and
COOLEY HALL. The difference would be
less than the accent that perhaps a Frenchman or a Latin woman would
speak when perfectly saying to an American or an Englishman, the word
September or some similar type of word. Now this was decades before
my mother ever told me anything about my Great Aunt from Chicago,
Illinois, Mizz Alice Gallagher. There are roots from the Gallagher
family to Donald Trump's maternal side, and is why I call him
'distant-cuzz'. There also are family connections to the people
responsible for making this fantastic movie. There is of course a
whole lot more to all of this, but allow me to just whet your
appetites a tid little wee bit for right now, me peeps! The story
that moves much closer in, to all of the nightmare parts to
Morianity, and Mountainpen's suffering's, is connected in many other
ways; only beginning with the Gallagher line of my mom's Huntington
family, and ending up all the way to the mighty Robert McGuire of
Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. I believe that when a Masonic member made
me aware about powerful secrets kept by this great brotherhood lodge
system, pertaining to the HUNTINGTON FAMILY, and its roots before
that name as the Stuart's, and even going back before the crusades to
the very half brothers and half sisters of the Lord Jesus Christ
Himself; this led to the covert plot to murder the man who told me
and revealed to me a great family lineage chart. I speak of the
murder by way of slow poisoning, of a Mister David Charles Roth, by a
fellow Masonic Brother, Mister Jonathan Schau.
When
I told the record promoter, Lenny McKinnon, that I could produce the
Beatles for him if that would get him off my back, things began to
get, to quote that great old fifties Superman television show about
the racehorse, “dangerous around here”, for me. If you know
anything about the sixties and the political system of that day, you
would just maybe see, in light of all of my Morianity; just how
incredible this plot is, and how stuff totally all ties together, in
ways so outlandish and unfathomable, that no words could ever hope to
give any of this one bit of true justice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
will delve into it as November progresses along, as this is very
effen necessary!!!!!!!! The odds of McDowell becoming a top man in
the government, after Daniel Mackey told him that someday he would
grow up and be a man, and he did, but the odds of all of these people
from COOLEY HALL, all becoming big shots with a dark hidden past, are
somewhere, and get this, around 372 quatorodecillion to one against
it being possible. Want to see that number? Fine.
372,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.
Doubt me? Go to any mathematical department at any good university,
and see if I am lying here, peeps!
Can
COOLEY HALL just come to be and then vanish into the moonlight, like
freaking Brigadoon did? Well, you investigate the things like
Haddonwood, and this place, and all of the rest of my MORIANITY
STORY. You just go right ahead and try to prove me wrong, kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, when 2025
comes in and all non-millionaires are the total slaves of the Royal
Family at Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington; don't you dare look me
up and try telling me a thing. I did all I could to warn all of you
that this WILL HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENDLESSNESS
AND END TRANSMISSION.
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