BLOG 6 OF TWENTY NINETEEN

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 9, 2019

6:23 POST MERIDIAN

BLOG 6 OF TWENTY NINETEEN

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People are so incredibly easily controlled and manipulated, it is totally freaking pathetic. I will add this much into the mix here, kind people. After getting my mother friggin' mind blown last night on television, comparing my past life beginning in Atco, New Jersey in the spring time of 1983, with that brand new fantastically great show on the HISTORY-CABLE-CHANNEL, things FINALLY are clearing up for me. So what happened as a result? Well folks, just as would be expected, based on what I personally know and have experienced, that's what. I had another wild through the hyperspace when I turned out the lights. B4I go on, someone is playing games with my computer, and quite naturally. Every single thing is under THEIR CONTROL, and always has been, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA. But then am I really telling or teaching you that? Anyone with positions of power or authority, has to be somewhat in the loop of those who control this situation and have the power to rule and govern over the rest of us. But back now to my “DREAM” that I just popped out of, and at least I can say that, literally, I didn't justjoebutnotjoe “POP” out of this dream, Mister Microsoft InterDigital Plank-Time Visitors Spellchecker of all great realms everywhere, precious or not so precious to me, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

I was over at my old school-buddy's house, Bruce Pennock, and then I was in recent times where he was going to come over and discuss my deal that I told a tiny fraction of to State Farm's Mister rotten ass Larry Lee, back late last spring time, in 2018,and was treated like horse goddamn manure afterwards. Wink-wink, huh Prick-Snot? This crook should be in prison, and everyone in Florida has told me that, BUT IS HE IN PRISON? IS DIRTBAG TRUMP? NO!!!!!!!!!! Of course not, because these dirt holes are all totally mother freaking above the laws that the rest of us poor rotten little slobs are all forced to live by, OR ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But things were not always this way, or at least quite as bad. It all seemed to go wrong at just about the very same time that our wonderful United States Air force military service system (Mili-2-fawce) put an end, officially at least, to the great PROJECT BLUEBOOK in middle December of 1969, to the very day so it appears, THAT SARAH KRASSLE CAME TO ME IN A POWERFUL DREAM, STOLE MY CHAIN, AND THEN A HUGE 120 DEGREE CHEMTRAIL WAS PLACED UP OVER THE ENTIRE SKIES OF WESTERN CAMDEN COUNTY, NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!! But let's get back to that wild dream that I just pooped/popped out of, just two hours ago or so; my wonderful Blogaudians out here, from all great lands and nations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH LORDESS, MISTER GUTHRIE SIR!!!!

All this freaking time, I hoped and prayed that my entire life did indeed have some rational and logical explanation, right down to my contact with Lightning goddess Diana Arteemis in 1983, or direct contact. She always was in my life in a very special way, during my Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr lifetime here, that began in the SPACE-TIME-MIND illusions, on 4 December of 1954, at approximately half past nine in the damn morning. So getting back to this horrible hyperspace-experience from just a very short time ago, Bruce had come over to my place, as he did upon a few occasions in 'waking life' reality while my mom and I were renting a home on Hillcrest Avenue, in the Cherrywood Estates of Blackwood, New Jersey, from September of 1978 through September of 1979; owned by Tony Crissafulli. In this parallel world, I was living in some other place, but similar to the Dellway Arms Apartments in Oaklyn, New Jersey, on Oakland Avenue, where I was living when I had the unfathomable SARAH KRASSLE CHAIN REMOVAL EXPERIENCE, I was a little bit younger but not that much, and my mother was in the interaction and was living there as well. Bruce had come into a large fortune and originally wanted to help me develop that fantastic idea that I shared in this 'waking world parallel' with dirt hole Mister Lee. When he arrived, he was distant as if someone or something, CAPTAIN JAMES TIBERIOUS KIRK, of the Starship Gloucester, had taken over his mind, and he told me that my idea was silly and he didn't want to have any part of it. It was a real mother fucking nightmare, to use the old words for a very bad time remembered in the hyperspace!!!!

There is no way out of, or around, this situation that I am in; not here, and not anywhere. I have told the entire world the truth about the Purgatory, the inhabitants, the whole damn ball of wax involved, and I held back nothing. Morianity IS NOT a book of secrets, nor will it ever be. I am an individual who has openly told in all candor, what has happened to me over the past numerous mother fucking decades. I have been straight forward and given it straight up and hard punching. I am not the fucking Mili-2-Force. This IS MORIANITY. This is THE TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, as I said back on my blog-book chapter called, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 58,

The lady told me to contact an electrician, to come in and see why the power goes out; and we all know that he or she won't find a thing wrong, just as with my phone ever since 1983, or electric, or any of this mother fuckiGN shit. She did say I can then come into th e office of the Sheriff, to file a criminal complaint against an unknown plaintiff, and they will try to see if they can help me. I told them the local police just think I am a nut and won't even try to help me.

Let us now, Sheriff sir, examine the morning stock market to see if it is up 1,000 points yet after this wild assault on my civil liberties, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!

It is either way up or way down, and causes them to attack me to try and either get the positive momentum going on their side if it is UP, or to lessen and reverse any negative direction. So just watch now, as it slowly moves up 1000 points today, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to go over and sign a criminal complaint against WALL STREET, and begin a civil lawsuit myself, for $1,000,000,000,000.00 and no one can stop me, as this is my legal right to pursue after 30 years of hell that they plan to endlessly keep doing to me until the day I mother fucking die!!!!! I plan on being this planet's first fucking TRILLIONAIRE.

They ruined my blog also. I HAD SAID BY USING INETNTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT OR (ICPE), SO FAR THIS WEEK ON:

1----MONDAY

2----TUESDAY

3----THURSDAY

4----FRIDAY

THEY GOT THEIR WAY HUGE TIME ON THEIR CHEATED EVIL CROOKED WALL STREET STOCK MARKET. BOY I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO WITNESS AND SEE ALL OF THIS, MISTER BERNIE SANDERS, KIND SIR, AS I THINK YOU WOULD BE ONE WHO MIGHT JUST BELIEVE ME, AND SEE THAT THIS IS ALL HAPPENING AND REAL; MY KIND FRIEND.

WEDNESDAY

THIS WAS THE ONLY DAY, I WAS NOT PERSECUTED TO DEATH IN THE MORNING, WITH EITHER UTILITY SHIT, OR MAJOR NABE NOISE; AND THIS WAS THE BIG DOWN DAY ON THE DOW JONES, BERNIE SIR, A CHILD CAN SEE AFTEER 30 YEARS OF THIS NIGHTMARE, THAT I AM NOT A FUCKING NUT!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!

JANE FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST NAILED ME AT SEVEN OF THE CLOCK WITH HER CUNT EATING ONES ASSAULT. So allow me to pweeeeeeeeeeeeze fucking compensate, kind people, yo!!!!!!! TANKS, and KABOOM!!!!

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I am not on the mat looking up at my opponent with all my teeth knocked out, not yet, so DON'T MOTHER FUCKING COUNT ME OUT YET; MEN IN BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I said many times before, if a person with this knowledge can effect real items in a real gaming hall, then this same influence or power can be created using this similar subatomic numeration matching of spooky-fawces, Sir Einstein; to do many other things as well. Am I right, Mister ten moves Raymond Young, from 1988? I'll give you some fucking Chinese water coolers, AND put you to sleep, you and Robert McGuire. So take that to the wonderful TD-BANK, yo. For right now, you just go be a bunch of pigs and slobs. But remember, in more ways than one people, “I've got your fucking number”, and it isn't 123, 27, or 33. But I've got it Paula and Bob!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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