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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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I
don't believe that I am the only human being on the Earth-Planet who
is experiencing inter-dimensional major or even minor woes. I
don't believe that I am an isolated individual for that matter, who
is having any type of inter-dimensionally connected events
continually being made manifest into my life. I
DO BELIEVE HOWEVER, lovely people out here, that
I may indeed be the only person so far in the recognized
HUMAN-HISTORY
who has become totally aware of my situation, and has
taken it one-hundred percent seriously as a result of becoming onto
it, and not then simply dismissing it all as pure insanity, as
if I were the husband, MAY THE GODS
FORBID, of the illustrious Mizz
WFMU-Listener Therese! Yessir world, I absolutely believe that
I am the only one for whatever the damn reasons, to have achieved
what some might refer to as, “transdimensional realization” of my
fifth dimensional full total hyperspace-self. Two
great Christian Bible Scriptures lead me into this belief, and
I will quickly explain just what they are. First there is a scripture
known instantly to any loyal bible reading and true Christ believer,
that tells that no one is so special, that they can possibly be going
through something totally uncommon to other people. Then other
scriptures also go onto say, a sort of 'however yo', not all people
on this planet are 'able to see and hear the real truths' all around
them, and are blinded by their father the
DEVIL. Substitute
the devil
for the M2F
and we can agree to move this on now. I never ever go against
the scriptures, but I think that the gods have shown me the
best possible 2020 year translations to not only those in
our 66 book bibles, and other bibles too perhaps, so long as they
preach that Christ and only Christ
is the only way to the Almighty SAR
(LORD) Pink Goddess, as well
as even to those whom the M2F, disguised as the CANONS of those books
removed from scriptures by the R.C.
CHURCH,
also provide such mighty wisdom's about. Without getting really
hellbent on more specific junk right now; we can always go do a
'Maverick's James Files' here, and thus
remembering Jim Rockford's loose teeth, and how we can always get
back to this later on. We will too, I promise. Yes I am the
only one to my knowledge so far in the history of this entire world,
WHO THINKS FIFTH DIMENSIONALLY.
Doing this elevates our consciousness to levels that are quite lofty
and unimaginable on any and all matters. Adding in the full belief in
the Phase-4-Entity reality that
Morianity has preached now for more than fourteen years; and we get a
system where not too much can ever remain completely hidden, at least
for too long. I say this in a totally non braggadocio way, as along
with great wisdom comes great responsibility and in my opinion, great
suffering that always remains equal in a ratio and proportion to
wisdom that exceeds the normal 3-D; and so believe me people when I
say that high-mathematics totally backs up my position and statement.
Again, Mister Rockford's loose teeth. So indeed I am seemingly all
caught up in this mind boggling fifth dimensional hyperspace problem
of my own personal hellishness; but many of you whose lives are also
somewhat wild and crazy, most likely are living a whole damn lot more
5th dimensionally than you would wish to admit to yourself
right about now. I'll promise all of you this right now however yo.
If you wish to even see the beginning of incredible clearings in your
own fog on matters that always seemed to remain unclear about your
own lives; just begin to mildly entertain the possibilities of
Morianity and see the incredible shit in your own life start to open
up in hours and days, not years or decades, and that is a major
promise to any of you out here. Even my JRSS and how I have broadened
and elaborated on it by inducing both alphabetical and numerological
systems into it; all of this is all a total part of the JRSS reality,
and also, this deal about synchronicity is simply existing because of
the way cosmos itself was designed, LAWTRRONICALLY. Denying it is
equal to denying gravity. That is okay too, just as long as you don't
scoff at it when things get ugly such as
jumping off of a cliff without a parachute, and saying “FUCK
YOU” to the LAW
OF GRAVITY. I also promise you that this won't work
out for you all that well either, yo BRAH!
Hey,
just as I don't believe that this Milky Way Galaxy has any aliens in
it (MWG), I too believe that all the answers to why it may appear
that there may well be, is in the fullness of the 5th
dimensional hyperspace again. It all works when we simply expand, or
to quote that Latengrate Doctor Sagan again, when we UP IT by one
dimension. In this case most of us think in three dimensions and we
can include the time system as the fourth, so we up it one more and
we get five, not too complicated at all, right, all great alligators
of the Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker Systems EVERYWHERE? Moving
on with this point here folks, and yes, Folksingers toothpaste TOO; I
absolutely concur with that great other NEW-AGE-AUTHOR, Doctor
Bruce Goldberg, and his wonderful and awesome book from
the late nineties, called, “Time Travelers
From Our Future”. Sure the galaxy is crowded when we
begin seeing it all fifth dimensionally. Why wouldn't humanity's
future of marvelously developed super-high technology and
unfathomably advanced descendants, move out into colonies in our
galaxy? So yes, the galaxy IS FULL OF LIFE, but it is our own life
out into the future. If the atoms had a reverse polarized charge, we
could look out into the night sky and see our own future out there,
but in this matter forward running time-illusion world, we look out
into the past along the eternal now photon beam that all of reality
is riding on. I only bring all of this up because it does indeed fit
into what will now be opened up and admitted to, and unlike that
stunt that I admit that I pulled with the secret agent who used to
E-MAIL me, (AD-6), this is no phony fake news to get some reaction
that I will need to come back and amend, and that I admitted I would
be doing every once in a while, from the very inception of these
blogs of Mountainpen also know as (AKA) the 'BOM'! I speak of the
horrendous hellishness now presently surrounding all of us on this
planet, called the CORONO VIRUS STRIN #19
since this strain began late into that year of two thousand and 19.
Most germ-strains are in fact labeled in this manner, I believe.
Please folks, if you are in need of doing the bathroom wee -wee or
dung-dung, do it now before reading on; as you
just may have a whittle damn accident otherwise, as I plan to
tell you a story about last summer and how it apparently, fifth
dimensionally as well as in 3-D/4-D reality, all has brought about
this abhorrent medical disaster.
HA-HA-HA-HA
JANE Sleazeweedsdisease; you missed
me, and try as I do to forgive you for that horrible nightmare
damn stunt that you and your hubby network owner pulled on me, that
monstrous damn night in the springtime of 1993; I
JUST GODDAMN CANNOT EVER FORGIVE YOU, you witch; because
the consequences of that assault on poor whittle innocent me,
has had effects that are still ongoing to this very day and hour,
such as right now on this blog on this just missed by a nose hair,
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, and causing me
to endlessly live life, blocking screens and clocks, and all sorts of
damn things that pop up around me forever, showing
me that horrible representation of that gods awful fucking word that
I MYSELF INVENTED IN 1987,
“{[(BOTBAR)]}!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
to the real powerhouse meat of this blog; great LADS, LASSIES,
LAB-TECHS, AND LAB RETRIEVER DOGS: Yes after the M2F screwed with my
catalytic converter switch for about the fifth time since I came down
to Florida, in my 2004 Dodge Neon Automobile,and this was followed by
a summer siege that was truly horrendous, and that horrendous time on
jury duty and the train nearly killing me when it was over and I was
attempting to get back to my car that I had parked in the municipal
garage where jurors are told to park; I began to dabble with some
shit regarding my experience in VENTNOR, New Jersey, in the summer
time of 1970, at CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S home on CORNWALL
AVENUE. I was planning to call this a brand new entire book, and
maybe even create a completely new blog, and I am glad I chose not to
do that for many reasons that we need not get into discussing right
now. Back then, I knew nothing about making pin money with blogs that
have over a 200K page-view history and that average a weekly 5K
page-view, as this one does. I am not doing this right now as life
has way more pressing issues for me, and that was before this global
fucking pandemic kicked in to even heighten my woes further. Now to
the point. The great “ME-TV” Network had brought the old sixties
“DRAGNET” show back onto their lineup, and memories came flooding
in soon thereafter about how Sergeant Joe
Friday's L.A.-CALI Police Badge was numbered
714, and how back during that great NICK@NITE
on the Nickelodeon TV-CHANNEL back in the summertime of 1994 had a
nightly show called “Block Party Summer”, and how on Friday
nights from 8-11, the DRAGNET SHOW was aired in
blocks of 6-episodes, and I always loved that original
DRAGNET, but after watching it a couple of weeks, something began to
happen. I remembered unconsciously perhaps, my days living in the
Pliner house in 1983 with my PRIVECODE
MACHINE, and how I told LIGHTNING
one night around dinner time, to call me on a new code that I
made for her, NUMBER 713. She
did too, and both with Her transdimensional
lightning connections, and then also in Her
human form, leading me to go down to the Golden
Nugget Casino in Atlantic City that night; but the only
problem was that I had fallen asleep, and when I awoke, it was half
past eleven at night, and I was already half an hour late. But
there is way too much to this story and all of its wild connections
for me to even attempt to get into all of it. I'll
need to be very selective and tell the major points that I feel might
best suit the bringing together of all of these inconceivable items
into one bag of what some might refer to as Felix's Magic Bag. Felix
for those under age sixty years, was a cartoon character, a big black
cat, a magical cat, and no, I doubt very much that it led me to my
wild dreams a dozen years or so later with another huge sized black
tomcat named Gawky Gaukauk! Now I told before on some recent previous
blogging texts that I called my 1970 summer time by what I perceived
it to be then, and that being, my “time at
the shore” and my “TJR-AFTERLIFE”,
with the TJR standing of course for the child
molester Mister Thomas J. Reale, the
real estate property investor. I also told how this home was on
CORNWALL AVENUE and that my stay there was exactly 19 DAYS LONG.
But we haven't even begun to talk about many other JRSS
patterns of incredible alpha-numeric-synchronicity in all of
this unfathomable dogshit. How about we now look at the town that
Cornwall Avenue is in, VENTNOR. Remember folks, and yes folksingers
toothpaste too oh great goddamn Mike Soft Corporation; how this wild
and incredible family from some other parallel universe in the vast
virtually limitless and inconceivable fifth dimensional hyperspace
came to me night after night, and on one particular wild dream, they
shot me in my chest and got me onto some operating table and then
they proceeded to cut out my lungs, and then if that wasn't horrible
and fiendish and scary fucking enough, they somehow managed to
magically turn them into washcloths, while I was forced to somehow
lay on that operating table unable to move, and observe that hideous
unthinkable nightmare on epitomized steroids. When
we think of LUNGS, we do not normally think of WASHCLOTHS,
but MORIANITY for many many many years now has altered this a wee
bit. I may never truly understand just exactly who
Ultimate-Fighter-DAVID was in the early prior decade who said to me,
“GO WASH YOUR HANDS” that day at the
HARVEST JOB on 25th Street and Orange Avenue here in Fort
Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, but one thing I do know. There was more to
that story that can ever think of meeting the eye. I used the JRSS to
compare washcloths and washing my hands, but it took nearly a decade
to see connections to HAND WASHING due to a CORONA VIRUS, all
resulting from ultra complex transdimensional signal energy dots from
the mind realm or 6th dimension. But I can look at the
synchronicity to many things. We have talked about the 19. We have
talked about the CORNWALL Avenue. How about now talking about the
machine that is able to cure this horrible fucking virus in most of
those who become afflicted by it? I am speaking of the VENTILATOR
Machine. When I was shot, and my lungs were turned into washcloths,
after THAT FAMILY dissected my lungs from my chest, while I was
helpless on a table and unable to move a muscle but was completely
aware of the procedure, in that wicked demonic nightmare dream in
early July of 1970 at Reale's Cornwall Avenue home; what kind of a
machine would I have needed to be put on so that I was kept alive and
thus was able to watch and observe my own dissection? Yes world, you
guessed the guess here, 'ding ding ding ding ding ding ding', a
ventilator machine. I was obviously placed on some type of a fucking
VENTILATOR. Now let us look at the town
that this was all taking place in. Good old neighboring to the south
of Atlantic City, “VENTNOR”. Say it
ten times fast and tell me you don't even hear the whole damn fucking
word of ventilator, ga'hed world of doubters and dirty disbelievers,
yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Now B4I go on and on and on and NO, not
on an DON, just on and on, but that
major JRSS pops up, unless we all are living in damn caves the
past few weeks and days; let us talk about last summer and the hugest
death siege ever that started against me, speaking of monsters
against me and ultimate BRIGGBASE-M2F assaults on pathetic and
pitiful elderly persons over the age of 65 years, well, not until
last 4 December, but what the fuck is in a few months of time for
crying goddamn out louder than dogshit??? I realized a lot of these
things and was saving a lot of things for times when hopefully, this
death siege on me would lessen and go back to somewhere even remotely
close to the 2012 through early 2015 times. But it never came. We all
know why, and we know who threw his hat into the ruing in that year
of 2015, and we all know of my nightmare shituation with
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY and its horrendous misuse by Scott Ransom 'very
powerful people”! I wish I had the health to have somehow braved up
last year, and really gone to town with this (TJR-AFTERLIFE) stuff,
as this would have placed me ahead of that actual virus, rather than
have it just look like I am trying to cash in now on saying all these
things. I'll just have to take my chances and tell what must be told,
and let chips all fall where they do, as the old expression goes, yo.
Yes so I would be watching DRAGNET on the BLOCK PARTY SUMMER in 1994
on Friday evenings, and after about a couple weeks into it, I would
sing along to my TV in my bedroom at the Highview Apartment I was
living in then, each time the 714 badge number was shown, “Call me
on the 713”, and then I would instantly go, “4” or sing, “I
mean 4”. In fact, I still quietly do this whenever I happen to be
still up and watching television at the ungodly hour that ME-TV shows
the Dragnet Show now, and I will always sing quietly along, “Call
me on the 713, I mean 4”. I have always had a mild 'Taretz'
Syndrome or however it is spelled, where once I do something, it is
nearly impossible to stop doing it. It is a mild mental disorder,
nothing that I can't fucking handle, and if I really do have to stop
dong something for whatever reason, I can always exercise control
over it, if and when it is absolutely necessary. Speaking of the
devil being in the details to it all, and yes
Mike Soft, to the damn alligators toothpaste TOO, when I
stayed at that damn rotten evil chill-mo's Cornwall Avenue Ventnor
place, in the summer of 1970; I was there as soon as school had let
out on the 23rd of June, Tom came over to the Dellway Arms
Apartment where I was living and picked me up around eleven or so at
night, and we got to the home of washcloths and THAT FAMILY around a
quarter shy of one in the morning on June 24th. So 24, 25,
26, 27, 28, 29, 30, is 7-DAYS. Then I left this place and took a
jitney-bus at around a little past half past nine at night on the
12th of July, so I was there for the first 12-DAYS in
July. 12+7=19 but there is another wild synchronicity that damn it,
I'll bet many of you caught as well. Notice how the two months of
June and July breaks up my 19-DAY STAY at the WASHCLOTH HOUSE OF
HORROR, is made up of 7-12, as in the date itself when I left, 7-12
or July (month #7) and 12 (day #12)?????
Another
wild interesting connection into a whole slew of damn shit is
thissssssss, lovely Erica SNAKES 1983 Cane. Cooley Hall let out on
June 23, 1970 on that particular school year. COOLEY HALL in
Haddonfield is right off the world famous and very historical town of
Haddonfield in New Jersey USAESMWG, on 'HOPKINS LANE'. Now that
episode on the greatest law show ever, and surpassing even IMHO,
PERRY MASON, we all know and love, and that interferes with all of
our lives so that we forget to bath, and feed our kids, and so much
more, tee-hee-hee Mister
WOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF, called “LAW & ORDER”; with
the lady Mizz Anna Hopkins, who has that
SARS VIRUS which IS A CORONA VIRUS BY THE WAY, in the trunk of her
car, has that same matching name of HOPKINS, does it naut, Mizz
AT&T BLAKE? All I am ever saying about the mighty JRSS
James Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome is that all things in cosmos
when broken down into subatomic realities are nothing other than
unfathomably miniaturized cosmic numbers of a sort. Some of these
numbers, just like fractions, work well and go into each other, while
other simply do not. From this truth, we indeed can rely on obtaining
extremely accurate pieces of magical wisdom, and remember, the world
of the subatomic, for all practical intents and purposes, IS A
MAGICAL AND TOTALLY UNKNOW REALM to all of us pitiful little human
beings, at least in our year of 2020 for crying out fucking louder
than a cat with a car tire on its tail!!!!!! Lettering arrangements
and deriving codes from them in a comparison type of procedure is
nothing more than admitting that our human language is all just a
mental reality and that since our minds are truly pure energy and
would not even exist physically without electricity, then this stuff
makes a whole lot more sense than those in the APA claiming it is a
bunch of sicko wacko delusions and illnesses. But hey, we all are
entitled to our opinions, lovely Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980!
So
inside of the 5th dimensional complexities that all come
into being from a 6th dimensional MIND REALM, that the
great religion called ECKANKAR calls and labels the “MENTAL PLANE”,
are many secret coded truths all hidden but waiting to be sought
after and then plucked out, with all kinds of various methodologies.
The one Morianity preaches abnd that Mountainpen uses is the truths
of JRSS, and further down into the outline of elaborated concepts,
are the fact that words and numbers can indeed show pictorial
accurate truths, especially when viewed 5th dimensionally.
Our dream worlds simply cannot be ignored. As I pen this now at
approximately twenty minutes shy of five this morning, some hacker is
trying to do something to my computer and I got a weird pop up onto
my screen. As I said, it is only a matter of mother fucking time B4I
need to get these computer files all into a new Windows-10 system
with protection, firewalls, and all of the virus anti-hacking junk
that most new systems come for the most part, standard with purchase.
Of course, we're talking plenty of fuckign doe, and I am not going to
spurge until I absolutely am forced to do so!!!!!!!!!! Yes it was
after Russ Thaxton had come over to my Oaklyn apartment called the
Dellway Arms on Oakland Avenue, and got me to burn my BOOK OF THE
BEACH, in fact it was quite a few months later, and the first day of
this new period was the 13th day in July, about seven
months or so since Sarah somehow transdimensionally took my chain,
and then a couple weeks or a month later somewhere, Russ got me to
burn that incredible book that told all these things in full detail,
and in the words of a fifteen year old juvenile. It would have been
priceless to have and to compare with the adult version of the very
same thing and the very same reality, that is called, THE MORIANITY
BIBLE. But in any cae, July 13 started my AFTERLIFE, that is my life
AFTER Tom Reale, and AFTER the WASHCLOTHS all got their diseased
hands on me and took out my lungs and placed me on some weird type of
ventilator machine, before putting them back into me, and somehow in
my opinion, caused my entire future to be endlessly connected and
intertwined with them forever, whoever they all truly are, RUSS, so
you can tell Therese to blow it out her tin foil hat. Yes I truly
believe that if I had the entire code to all of these things, we
would all see how indeed this TJR-AFTERLIFE deal all led up to all
types of things right down to our 2019 Corona Virus. All dots always
connect. There are powerful damn things in all of your lives too, but
it's like secret treasure inside a panel in the home you just bought.
You may live there for forty fuckign years and die or move away, and
never ever even know that thirty million bucks in gold coins were
right behind a panel in your attic the whole damn time. Were you rich
while you owned that home. What does a tree falling alone in some
deep woods sound like when not one single human or even animal is
there to hear it happen? These little mysteries have been wondered
about for millennia. Still me' pernt is this. You simply won't ever
know it because you are scoffing at me and my wisdom in these
matters. For all you know some bizarre shit in your past is why the
entire middle east crises got worse at some particular time. I am
certainly not the only person who has these transdimensional
connections to truly huge events, but one thing I do know is that I
absolutely refuse to discard an incident just because it may seem to
be completely unbelievable. I learned that truth that day in Mister
Smith's class in the spring of 1971, regarding lovely and horny Mizz
Zenkiss. If evidence continues to be there in the real world, then we
cannot deny something. We may not truly have a full understanding of
all of the numerous tentacles, but holy dogshit on pumpernickel
bread, don't just dismiss it once you know that something really is
fucking there for Crissake, yo! I know that I was planning to tie in
some wild shit about my stay at the Washcloth Family Ventnor home on
Cornwall Avenue, last summer. I also know that nobody on Earth knew
then about this virus. Still, other things were pointing to many
things, and time won't allow me to even start getting into the tons
and tons of shit that are all a part of this. Maybe as later blogs
continue on, we can at least try to make this all make lots more
sense. After I almost died that day on my Fort Pierce Saint Lucie
County JURY-DUTY, I got home, and the blogs from that time of the
19th day in August of 2019 last year, speak for
themselves. I was not discussing yet, any of these things. But I
assure you that I was at this time, starting a huge outline of what I
called and still call now, the “713-TJR-AFTERLIFE”. The 713 is
because of the date. July 13th or 7-13 on 1970 was my
FIRST FULL DAY BACK HOME after packing up the few items that I had in
that large bedroom that was inside of a very large and totally junked
house with only that one room restored so it could be lived in; and I
took that jitney-bus to the Arkansas Avenue Bus Terminal and from
there, I boarded a public transit bus to Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG. This is
where the Paula-Sarah-Nina gang of lovely teen queens all got on the
bus that night, and Paula said that mean thing about my face being
all messed up, and it was; since I had indeed quite a nasty ass case
of sunburn and I did not exactly look great as a result. But as the
year of 2019 drew to a close, and persecution on me was at a level
like nothing ever before, I knew that Magnesonic would eventually
take vengeance for its creator. Am I happy about all of this? Not on
your fuckign life. Am I sure of this? Of course not. I am merely
going by a lifetime of proven past performances of the way all of
this shit has worked and operated around me for nearly four straight
goddamn decades of time now, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then right after
the new year of 2020 came in, so did Mister 605-Mex with his horrible
loud music and all the hell I started going through with him and
calling cops. But without spending a zillion years on a zillion
fuckign topics here, let me quickly remind you all what happened as
the first half of this summer time 1970 period was drawing to the
closing minutes and while I was on that bus that I had boarded in
Atlantic City at about half past ten at night to go home. Where did
these girl-gang girls all get off, but right there at SARAH'S FUTURE
WATERWORKS place. The ACMUA has a main branch station in
Pleasantville just a few blocks down from a gasoline station, where
my car finally completely died on the 18th day in December
of 2006 while I was with Ed Himacane Lynch and the story on that date
is on a very long blog that any of you are free to go and archive
right here at this blogger website, by simply clicking into the past
five books that are shown all the time on many of my recent blogs.
Mighty McGuire had damaged this car while Ed and I were on his
street, legally parked and taking completely legal tourist pictures
for my blog web-page on the then existing site known as
www.morianity-foundation.com/
and we went up to the boardwalk so Ed could buy a newspaper out of
one of the vending machines. Two months later, the car completely
died but he did it, and I know he did. It began running slower and
slower until the engine completely seized up and died, and where did
it die but the gas station that was right down from that damn water
company station where those girls all got off that bus that night. An
hour and a few minutes later, I arrived home in 1970, and this began
the 13th day in July as well as what I called and still
refer to as my “713 AFTER-TJR-LIFE”.
One
thing I will give to my distant cousin Donnie and that is he
shocked me yesterday, Sunday. He finally
had the good sense to push back that Easter date to the end of April.
If he had not, we would have lost as many as half a million to two
million people just in America, and all because of his love for
money. But I will give the man his props. When
he deserves an 'addaboy', I'll give it to him, and many times
he ain't so terrible, and he doesn't always get it totally off base.
His only trouble is he won't ever let the buck stop at his desk, as
did that great old President Harry. These two dudes may have had one
thing in common, and that is and was their surnames had the same
first four letters, and THAT IS ALL THEY
HAVE IN COMMON!!!!!!!! Still, credit where it's do, and
I'll never rob a man of his rightful fucking props. Good show,
Donnie! WEEEEEEEEEE and yes Mike Soft; maybe totally ass
WEEDEEKAWUSS, as well, as who can know? This very well may have saved
95% of possible HSE lives. The shoulda-coulda-woulda hyperspace
syndrome is an ever present reality that can't be underestimated!
What
cannot be treated lightly is the fact that most people who don't
choose careers in mathematical related disciplines, will never truly
appreciate a virus's curve. On the CNN charts that were taken from
the CDC authorities, they show the American COVID-19 STATS as follows
for DEATHS.
3-5---11
3-12---38 3-19---149
3-26---938
3-29---2400
Now
these increases of course are not simple and only mathematical due to
the fact that in making these situations what they are and what they
have been, numerous different approaches were used against this, to
quote my distant cuzz-Donnie, “invisible enemy scourge”. In those
earlier boxes, if we had done what the smarter countries had done,
the curve would be far less angled towards parabola shape. If we
resumed normal operations by the 12th on Easter, the shape
will be much more parabolic. But by moving it back at least two more
weeks, it will be much less parabolic. These truths are not
disputable. In any case, we all are trying to get through this
dogshit, and as you all know, this BOM is not a CURRENT-EVENTS blog,
hence that is all I'll say on this subject.
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This
blog is about 1997, and not so much about 2020 or believe it or not
1986 or 1983. 1997 was one hell of a wild year, and of course was the
inverted digital year of the great last year of disco, good old 1979.
But that is only a part of why 1997 was so powerful, as this is when
SARAH KRASSLE chained me up
forever in a very inescapable way, and even let me know it in a way
that only I can fully understand. A more apropos expression for the
times of today and right now, would be, in a way that only I am able
to really GET. This ties into many things that WON'T be harped on
with this initial opening blog on this topic, as something much more
powerful, as well as quintessentially sinister, needs addressing
right now, me' people!
I
will be talking about the way DECADES OF CALENDAR TIME appear at
least with me and in my own life, all do one common damn thing. I
speak of becoming as major in a CHANGING WAY, as it is major to those
who go by calendars as we humans do, and then we suddenly find
ourselves seemingly quite magically transported one day, after the
ball in NYC drops; into a brand new decade.
Rather than continue onward with that particular item, we hold it
instead in a short abeyance here, and move still onward with the
topic of ATLANTIC CITY IN 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. You see people yo, I am now going to
admit something quite mother fucking totally HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE here, TO
MYSELF ACTUALLY, and then as a resulting factor of course, to
all of you, me' loyal following
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have been wrong on something all along, all throughout this more than
fourteen year blogging project now. Maybe not so much wrong, but
merely unintentionally in a circumstance of doing a very human thing,
misleading myself on things that in true fact, I knew better all
along and didn't want to admit it to me'self, yo BREEEEE! All along
for longer than these bogs have existed actually great people out
here, I thought that just plain
old ATLANTIC CITY RIGHT HERE
IN THIS DIMENSION,
was the true and absolute heart of all of the things going on in my
life, ever since very early
childhood. I
STAND CORRECTED BY MY OWN SELF, and the life
circumstances that reared their ugly damn head for many decades,
eventually bringing me to the new and revised conclusions that this
philosophy and idea is only half correct. Great folks; if I do not
say that the entire fifth dimensional hyperspace of MANY MANY MANY
MANY MANY ATLANTIC CITY'S are not all commingled and interconnected
into all of this, then I LIE TO MYSELF,
and then as a result, to everyone else
that I ever address, regarding my life story, unfortunately. What
made me finally see this truth once and for all just yesterday,
Monday the 24th of March? Well, laugh or cry, or do
whatever you wish as you read these words, anyone out there; but I
can thank that horrible monster we all call the Corona
Virus, Strain Identification #19. No, I won't go into the
details to how this all fits so incredibly together, at least not
right now; but there is a little time for me to discuss a few opening
details of all of these revised concepts. Since the change of many
things, along with calendar numbers, every ten years fits a lot into
these relatively new ideas, I will first go on to discuss this a
little bit more. Maybe some of you can relate, and maybe some do not
relate, so I'll only tell a tiny bit about my own life but I'll also
add in major changing events in the world as the decades changed.
First, they did not all happen on the dot of New Years day of each
new decade, but the change cannot be ignored even though it may be
off a little bit here and there, even by several months. I was born
in 1954. In 1960, my dad was about to start a job as a mobile home
salesman in Allentown, Pennsylvania. When he got his position through
his pal Mister Herb Moyer, he and my mom and me all moved to the
neighboring area called Quakertown, and lived in one of the trailers
that another friend of my dad, a Quakertown farmer who owned a lot of
acreage and planted cornfields everywhere; allowed him to place the
mobile home on, and I went on to begin my present persona-life as the
current-me physically, in a very unusual connection and communication
with a nature force that we all call “LIGHTNING”.
Needless to say as the following decade-change came, incredible
things appeared to be all happening that seemingly has to this day
still beyond inconceivable connections with this nature force. Move
to the decade after that one where I move into Robin Hill #1802 and
we need not even go there to fulfill my point. Then we move to the
nineties decade. Not only is the 'LOIS FOCA'
song, part of a prediction into this time period that was even
completely fulfilled by the hurricane named HUGO with the Atlantic
City streets all filled with debris; but Paula
King at this time, was already doing some wild things that I
was unaware of; and she was the one whom I saw in that unfathomable
DREAM, right outside the Frailenger's
Salt Water Taffy Store on Tennessee Avenue. Then in 2000 came
the great Billy Harner MUSICAL PROJECT that was all about SARAH. 2010
speaks for itself with the great kidnapping of poor little me, by
that nightmare FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS
AND HOLLISTER'S. 2020,
well, we are not even going to go here today, oh great ladies and
gentleman out here!!!!!!!!!
Now
1997 as well as the short time era before it and after it, is a whole
other matter of course. This was the year my mother was turned into a
zombie on the day after Christmas. It was the year of that magical
day of 12 JULY on 10-SC AVENUE in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was
the year of the great TIME TRIP WITH MAGIC SHOE BOX FUTURE TABLET
DEVICES. It was the year that I remembered for th every first time
that on the ASTRAL-PLANE of true existence, I AM RICTAFARIUS, and I
live in Ricktown with Lightning Goddess DIANA,
along Astral-Highway or (LINELANE) #9910, and am here dreaming that I
am inside of a physical shell-body going by the identity and name of
Mark Wayne Mohr. It is the year that I met Robert McGuire, after
having that horrendous wild hexagram throw on PEARL
HARBOR
DAY in 1996, and being given the DELIVERENCE
HEXAGRAM. It is the year that after meeting that horrible
monster psychic of Glendora, Mizz Paula Uwich
that major damn things of a totally psychic type of nature,
started happening to me. But in all of this and still lots more, we
are only going to focus on one of them on this blog, and that being,
the day I came out of that wild DREAM on the
late morning of the 12th
of July, and ended up in Atlantic
City, on Tennessee Avenue, and seeing PAULA KING, who I hadn't
seen in nearly three full decades since the time we all were on a
public transit bus late on the night of 12 July in 1970. Yes, the
separation in time was the electrical number amount of years, from
1970 until 1997, and right to the very day. There are 365 and a
quarter days to a year, so what are the odds of that, but one to
three-hundred-sixty-five for crying out mother fucking loud, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
all led me to write many songs that I of course COPYRIGHTED, as shown
here above!
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HAPPY
BIRTHDAY PAULA KING JUNIOR
FROM
SOMWHERE IN UNFATHOMABLE 5th
DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE. WEEEEEEEE!!!
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