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I
fell under that typical SUNDAY DEATH SIEGE, that happens with
serious fucking regularity once the stock market goes totally out of
control, and the 'M2F ENEMIES'
decide to RIDE THAT BULL for all
she's mother fucking got, right to the end of the rally; and this can
go on for years of time, and I know this since I have gone through
this mother fucking shit with these enemies now, for almost four cunt
lapping solid straight decades of time, yo BRAH!!!!!!! It all started
at quarter past six with MISTER MEXICO
and his loud music, and then even though it only lasted twenty to
thirty minutes, the enemy was not through with me by a cunt huffing
long shot; and they began to screw with my COMCAST
CABLE SERVICE all night long. You can expect a
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE goddamn rally again later when the markets open
up today, and again all week long. They have already shot up 9,000
POINTS in about three months time, DURING THE WORST PERIOD IN THE
NATIONS HISTORY. So whoever still insists on thinking and believing
that the DOW JONES has one solitary thing to do with the poor people
or anything that once made at least some tiny bit of logical sense,
can absolutely begin to take the advice our awesome Latengrate disco
queen, Mizz Donna Summer, and
“Reevaluate our preconceived notions”
concerning the 'DJIA STOCK MARKET',
and what it really truly is all about, or has been since the middle
nineteen-eighties, after the entire world seemingly has altered
forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for what was done to me with the
CABLE TV SERVICE, folks: That fucking set of movies, KARATE KID and
the following sequels all were aired on the “SUNDANCE” CHANNEL,
and no matter what channel I turned my COMCAST BOX to, it went to the
SUNDANCE CHANNEL. This went on for several hours and ruined my entire
evening. I finally tried unplugging the box and rebooting, and it
seemed to KILL THE HACK, FCC, FBI, ACLU, & WC@H. But a death
siege on Sunday ALWAYS MAKES A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE UP DAY on
Monday for the stock market, well, if not always, maybe 14 out of 15
times. Pretty fucking much a SURE THING for anyone who wishes t get
rich and reads my blogs. JUST BUY THAT FUCKING DOW-INDEX before the
opening bell at the market, and hold on, and keep it either to the
close, or at the close on Friday, because either way you're gonna'
make out like a mother fucking one armed casino bandit on steroids,
peeps, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wanna'
know why this was done to me BESIDES just for using their FAVE TOOL
OF ICPE-APE-TECH? KARATE KID huh?
How about a super HA-HA kick in my nuts
for discussing the recent shit on previous blogs concerning the
GARAGE CAR KICKS, which all
dovetails into those two wild magazine articles, the illegal Mexican
immigrant Cifaloglio trash sorter employees, AT&T and
entertainment industry taunting and teasing and commercials and one
ad-agency behind them all now, and on and on, right down to daring
to discuss Doctor Carey
at the great transdimensional medical laboratories of 5th
dimensional hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!! Any person out here who
actually thinks that this exact harassment and persecution being done
to me tonight, is all just coincidental; is a total asshole fool,
with an intelligence quotient of 65 points at best, me'
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS DAY OF 7 JUNE,
2020, WITH MAJOR NEIGHBORHOOD
NOISE
DEATH SIEGE, AND MAJOR UTILITY
AND COMCAST PERSECUTION,
and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me, since August 15
of 1986;
on a crush-destruct order,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and
HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
THERE'S
GONNA' BE SOME SORRY ASS PEEPS OUT HERE!
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using this and is not satisfied,
can have $5.00 back!
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(ninety-nine pennies) Just
how cheap are folks?
The
joke is that this is worth 100,000 bucks, and I would say this to any
damn district attorney in this nation, as I know how powerful this
thing really truly is.
You
will have to prove to me that this does not work for you, I am no
fool!
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I tried calling a
few people from where I worked at Harvest, and they never called me
back. They acted as though they were my friend, put in the end;
they were just more assholes. But were they, are they? This shit with
babies left in cars, the way peeps are acting, the way I get treated
as customers, I could make this list longer than the long fucking arm
of the law, folks. It all proves that more is going on than can be
known by looking at surface obvious shit, all subject to gigantic
amounts of built in maya (illusion)! It is like the universe. They
are 40 years from believing in Lawtronics and Space-Time-Mind. They
are slowly creeping towards getting to this destination, but I did
say slowly creeping, no giant leaps, no moon walks, no fast trips to
the future. First, all things have a fixed length in the three
dimensions we all know and live inside of, L, W, B. But Lawtronics
above the time dimension, at the MIND REALM, has a law that says
these lines have these lengths and this is what time is, literally,
and the illusion we never can see any more than we can ever see
Earth's curvature at ground level; is that these lines eventually
bend down on each side under their own weight, loop around, and slam
connect together into perfect endless circles. The beginning, the
ending, all the in-between time, pure illusion. Taking this to the
other side of the coin on understanding cosmic reality better; as we
approach the speed of light in a fast ship, time slows down and all
infinity would pass before you could expend infinite energy to reach
that velocity. As your time slows down with acceleration, so does the
cosmos time. It is fastest running at its very beginning where
cosmologists call it the BIG BANG. It is slowest at the outer edges
of illusion that truly bend back around in all six opposing
directions into itself. The beginning of our universe had very slow
time and what we might perceive as 1X-10, to the 90th
exponent second, would be like a billion years. Concentrically, as
everything races away lawtronically and all the infinity void
dreamers are escaping outward and away into this dream-creation, with
mind energy that cosmologists call DARK ENERGY; simultaneously we all
exist at void infinity beyond the Plank Astral Realm, at absolute
zero dimension. So after enough dream outs, the void itself which is
all that is real, pulls it all back to itself, or the dreams end and
we awaken to the truth of void, only this goes on endlessly as it all
was in a process long before time existed. First there was mind, then
there was nothing, then there was mind realizing it existed in
nothing and nothing could ever be real unless it was dreamed out or
created. So gravity is true mind at the void, pulling its dreamers
back into itself, and cosmologists call this DARK MATTER. MIND AT
VOID IS GRAVITY or attraction force. MIND ESCAPING OUT INTO DREAMS is
what is endlessly accelerating and expanding the space-time-mind
fabric. But as it happens faster and faster, time eventually will
slow down, and it will take forever for the expansion to cause the
universe to go into a freeze or an endless expansion, as the line is
fixed above time, with a start and a stop, and the lawtrons in the
seventh dimension bend that line down and around on each end, via
dreamers and mind, so the space and the time is a huge trickster that
fools all the great minds endlessly, or maybe not. Part of the magic
of Earth is that there are more than a million perfect balances that
all needed to be balanced to a razors edge, each and every one. How
can a million things be that perfect, unless an intelligence, the
LAWTRON, is doing this? Then comes something that goes over the minds
of the greatest in cosmology. Why do humans here on Earth, a planet
about just less than 25000 miles in circumference, all have a
conscious mind awareness to little time pieces or instants that are
about 400 give or take a few, each minute? Why also is the universal
speed of light able to go around this 25,000 mile world in the very
same velocity, about 400 times around the planet, each and every
minute, matching our mental consciousness and awareness to this
reflection of time, the photon, or LIGHT? This is all a Lawtronic
program of a sort. These laws are why all things are what they are
all over the fifth dimensional multiverse, and why my life is the way
it is too. I may hate it and curse about it morning and night, but
that is tough shit for me. So it does not matter whether we are in
the forward or the reverse cycle where things are closing up or
blowing out. The reason it is expanding faster is because the
explosion has a lot more to go, and as it goes, it will work like
disinflation in the world of capitalism. Gradually it will slowly
stop expanding faster. Then much further yet down the road; it will
start a slow crawling reversal, but none of us will ever ever see
reversals nor will we see absolute points. We exist in our smaller
lines inside the larger line of cosmos. If we were seeing either
direction start to get to where it would be dangerous, time would run
slower and slower and slower for us endlessly, while we would not
notice it. The illusion would be the reversal and change in cosmic
expansion or contraction. It all loops around, and the illusion is
too strong to ever be observed. The real mind blow is that in either
direction, it is expanding out, as this is who we are, explorers
dreaming out of the void. So in either direction, our relative
perspective and viewpoint to reality surrounding us, is that things
are getting larger and that it is happening faster, but eventually,
if our lines were anywhere near long enough to be in a ratio with the
line lengths of cosmos, it would appear to slow down and down and
down, as cosmic time would be changing, producing that illusion. Just
as light speed works on human travelers aboard a space ship, so does
the vessel of the universe work in very similar manner. What we think
was the first 5 minutes of time after the Big Bang, was billions of
years the way we would feel time, should we be able to exist in that
primordial soup of unfathomable temperature and pressure, which is
not possible, physically. But at the plank level, in-between the void
infinity and the physical hyperspace that comes into play,lays the
great Astral Plane, where first Lawtronics works its magic, and then
MIND forms to go on to create space-time, by a powerful lawtronic
program that as I said, could no way be a coincidence of a million
razor slice perfect balances so that we are all here and alive and
living on Earth in 2014. 40 years ago, I was where these guys are
now, and peeps were laughing. 40 years from now, they will be where I
am now, hopefully, and I hopefully will have left this veil of tears,
physically, as this dream for me has totally fucking sucked, at light
speed squared! Just because my walls are not filled with degrees,
they won't hear a word I say. That is true ignorance, not my lack of
college degrees!
Gorgeous
inmate Alice Simonelli
said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show,
to ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's
Law&
Order.
She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or
CO's for short), “They
have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth,
or how true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It
finds us, we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!
Johnny
come lately, he's the new kid in town,
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
Hey,
they all let me down and so did you, Steve McGinty.
I
thought you wanted to hear my problem. Maybe the throat doctor
already told you, as he may have told my mom as well!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
I
DON'T WANNA' FUCKING HEAR IT, NEW KID!
Still,
being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan
Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said, and now reiterate because it's of major damn importance:
Using the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you
apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or
spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality
duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the
Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with
the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however
any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and
when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or
teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you
will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was
before you went.
Here
is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful
this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send
these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of
paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was
valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am
giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying,
“screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even
the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The
final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies
were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some
other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only
one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and
shit.
Lay
down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet.
If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white
noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be
unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews!
Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a
private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest
successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your
first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their
first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of
the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to
be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff,
such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject
of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know
about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is
all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various
people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the
results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its
unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.
STEP
ONE OF FOUR:
You
need to feel divinely blissful.
In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet
solitude; you
must learn to daydream.
Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no
matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is
surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally
of
course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar,
but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow
this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So
find something in
your life that totally tops your number ten list
for
things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool
and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a
double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I
did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when
Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool
time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk
about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep
doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy
feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't
born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to
remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and
without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach
the end of step-1, we move onto step two.
STEP
TWO OF FOUR:
This
is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem
ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your
success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or
place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a
lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully.
You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long
with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller.
Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of
oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very
large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in
your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape
in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal
for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought
home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person
to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with
two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some
parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to
prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your
true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell,
(body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long,
but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it
correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your
life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of
it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see
the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that
you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT
TEN TMES! Once
you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.
STEP
THREE OF FOUR:
This
also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly
6 TIMES.
This
is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to
leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined,
whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up
each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this
exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to
command your astral-body to leave you and go on that
imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally
feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall
asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if
you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past
3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and
physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and
other situations. Once
you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise,
will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when
you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability
of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various
points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go
in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black
eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse
to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all
joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you
to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or
may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are
in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter
hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and
you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are
aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can
properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will
happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in
their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly,
and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield
wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound,
that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and
then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need
to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but
they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in
these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need
to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like
nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when
we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild
new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary
to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just
like all of you do. But
you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR
to
make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and
step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but
not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and
we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can
wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self
(astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really
goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try
tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point,
this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the
ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any
particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed,
straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
(HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing
this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that
it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on
network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember
this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of
Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well.
Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility
meter!
THE
ENDLESSNESS, AND THE END!
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I
do not know if it is those goddamn mother
fucking 'ILLEGAL
COUSINS'
across the hallway from me' door or naut, Mizz
“Annoying” Blake, callers, neighbors, or Robert
Andrews 1975 'whatever's', but starting at somewhere around
half past eight this shit eating MOUUUUUUUURNING, they have slammed
their fucking cunt doors over and over and over, as they do whenever
they come here to MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY ANNOY ME TO DEATH IN HERE.
This is two goddamn Sunday's in a row now that my peace is being
TOTALLY DISTURBED, and around here, that of course is par for the
fucking course, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Last Sunday was the dirt bag next
to me in unit #605 and his blaring rotten music, and this week it is
those prick shit cousins who Mizz Marotto said to me seven years ago
or so were not legally allowed to come to this building, and yet,
ALWAYS DO!!!!!!! You can't win in Public
Housing, and we all know that. We also all know that I have
been in an organized way, totally kept down and poverty stricken all
my life by invisible 'HALLS FAWCES'
as I call them. Christians and peeps like James Tiberius Burr called
them Satan and the Devil, quoting ancient bible scriptures, that to
me, were appropriate for those times, and today need a much greater
translation in order to remain in the spectrum of reality. One needs
not doubt the existence of a higher power or GOD if you will just
because we see that simple plain truth. But let us talk about Public
Housing or non JRSS Patty Hollister HOUSING anyway, for just a quick
fucking cunt second, 'okay Mister King',
and others out here?????????????? Back on Thursday last week when
Mister Mexico said to me that he is going to play his music and it
won't be every day, a topic was brought up by this turd that needs
addressing, and before I do get further into it, again a proper
foundation needs to be laid down, leading up to how this all
happened. First there was lots of noise in the hallway again at the
end where Donnie me' nabe in unit #610
lives or lived, or 'whatever' Congressman. I went to take a piss in
the bathroom at just past eleven and was planning while pissing, to
open my door and check out what was happening out in my hallway. As I
was yet pissing in my bathroom, poof, Mister Mexico began to blast
his garbage sub-woofers. When I opened my door a moment or so later,
one of the maintenance men was right at my door and was waxing the
hallway. I asked him to come into my apartment and hear how loudly
this dirt bag's music is in here and so he did, and this is one of
the nice peeps who works for PHA. He said to me, “I'll go knock on
his door to ask him to turn it down a bit”. As he started to walk
away from my door and towards the door next to me, I said to him,
“All I have ever asked is that he turns those subs down just a
little bit, and he mocks me and simply won't do it, and no one will
help me”. After I heard the door close next to me and they had
talked, the music never lowered, and I asked the maintenance man to
tell me what happened, and he said to me, “He isn't a very nice guy
at all”. I said back, “I know that”. Then he had to keep doing
his waxing job and while he was half way down the hallway towards the
vestibule area, Mister Mexico came out of his apartment and said to
me, something along the lines of, “I don't play my music every day
but you have been told now by the police and the new management here
that I can play my music. I don't do it at crazy hours or every day,
and I'm not in jail”. He then said to me, speaking of John King,
“Okay, are we cool”? What could I say but that he has won and I
as always have lost and must tolerate his abuse on me, so I just
nodded to him, and he closed the door and his music kept right on
blaring. I of course then dressed and left my apartment and did my
errands. My point however was his unmistakeable piece to the sentence
spoken where he said the words, “new management”, thus, obviously
I am right about everything I have said and claimed. Things all
changed as soon as Donald fucking Trump
won the election, and I no longer could get the PHA to make any
repairs to my apartment after that. Indeed, there must have been a
new management, and all under the
control and power, or to use the
word they all are now using pertaining to Trump, on media sources
such as CNN and other Blue-Media peeps unlike Red-Media-Fox,
“Dominance”. What has been
done to me, and what Trump has “put me through”, lovely
Ukrainian Ambassador, is no different at all from what this
monster from Dogtown recently did right there in
this nation's 'hand washing' capitol,
with those peaceful protestors, just so that he could accomplish that
total phony photo-shoot he did in front of SSJKK's great lovely
historic church there just down the way from Jewelly's White
House!!!! Oh lovely SAVANTS
everywhere, those mother fucking James
Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome
endlessly connecting dots will
never quit rearing their ugly heads, am I correct here peeps???????
Yes whoever is going in and out a zillion times and banging doors
this cunt eating Sunday morning is obviously not going to stop their
piggish rotten behavior. It is two hours of it now, and many times it
is all day long when these particular pricks come here and do
this!!!!!!!!! Just in time I remembered to make my ANTI-FONDA
LINES, so that another total
swine bag from 1993 at the ballpark, couldn't make an already rotten
day WORSE FOR ME, so HA-HA-HA-HA,
and a 1981 'HA-HA-WHO' as well, oh great
U.S. © Copyright Office of Wash Your Hands, Washington, DC, 13-600.
That slightly altered Morianity-given zipcode is my little humorous
way of remembering Roy and his telling me about the age of consent
there, and then the great ROMAN numbers of 500 and 100 added up
together, as in 'D' and 'C' which is something that the entertainment
industry knows so fully well about, since their movie and music
projects are all copyrighted with these great Roman number systems,
called numerals. So, to quote Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank
here, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
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Folks,
a simple question if I may here, especially for any moms with kids;
so viewers that may not be, but who know some; please get their
opinions. How would you fucking like it if your kids in Little League
were playing with opponent-teams who were playing to kill? I did not
say playing unfair, or cheating, you heard what the fuck I said, and
this ain't one of Gabby's daydreams here. This is powerful Morianity,
with or without Isis's approval or permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just
how happy would you be on a bright spring or summer morning as your
kids go off to the local ballpark to play against kids who are going
to try and win the game, by murdering your fucking children? Here is
why I am asking this question, so listen carefully, and shit will
begin to make some sense; whether you choose right now to believe me
or fucking not. I
am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS,
and always have been, and always will be; because all
time is really one time,
and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in
order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential
hellishness of ENDLESSNESS;
they must do major things that
take their minds endlessly off of this.
Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it
can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating
them from HELL!!!
Now I don't expect you to 'GET
THIS';
and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your
awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the
coolest greatest thing imaginable.
All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about
this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely
no legitimate argument to present to me. You know how it appears to
anyone, that the sun comes up and goes around us, and then goes down.
Anyone can perfectly see the world is flat and not round, only an
idiot sees a round world. You may know the truth, I said only a moron
SEES a round world. You think being awake and being asleep is the
real deal also, instead of a powerful reverse and there are many
other lesser things, we all perceive, what I call in my Morianity;
the REVERSE-ILLUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The biggest one is never even thought about, and that is how we all
crave immortality and fear termination, the hugest illusion and
parlor trick in the Merlin Cosmos magic bag of tricks. For reasons
that are too way out to tell fully on any blog, while living as a
toddler in Levittown, in Pennsylvania, USA, ESMWG; I
was sitting on a kitchen high-chair looking out a window at a
lightning storm,
and a beautiful bolt of yellow
lightning came down right out the window, and sent lovely electrical
warm pulses into my high chair and into me,
and for a few seconds, my
spirit-world-eyes were opened,
as Christians might put it, or others in the world of the
supernatural or black arts or those of Wicca, or whatever; and I
saw a beautiful tall young blond female, a goddess, DIANA, as she was
to eventually identify herself to me in 1983,
roughly a quarter of a century in the future, from the time of this
incident.
Now
I am guessing that it was one or two months later on before we all
left this rented home in Levittown, and I remember a conversation as
clearly as if it was happening in this room right this minute, and I
was a little shy yet of my fourth birthday. I asked my mother how
long people live, and she casually while busy, answered back with
these three words, ''About 100 years''. She thought that I was upset
that I was going to die in 100 years or less, when I suddenly said
back to her in a terrorized little voice, ''A hundred years''. A
number of years later around age ten, my mom and I for reasons
unknown to me, were discussing this very thing I had asked her as a
toddler and her answer back to me, all I can say is that I was the
one who brought this up, but exactly how it may have dovetailed from
another conversation or whether it was out of the blue, is not
remembered by me. My mother told me she had no memory of saying that
to me, another 1985 deal only in reverse, only this is not one tiny
bit germane to the point at hand, good folks.
She
told me she would never have said that, and most likely I heard her
wrong; as only a few people live that long. I told her she did say it
and I remembered it very accurately, and still do to this day and it
is not bullshit, she did say it. What she did not understand, and I
blew her fucking mind at the age of ten, when I told her, I wasn't
upset that she had told me this because I thought this was too short
and I was scared to die someday, but to the contrary; I was scared
out of my mind of having to live for so much longer, knowing I was
only 4, and in my tiny mind, could not imagine another 96 years
living here. Well, no normal child in the world is going to be
thinking in this actual GODS-TRUE direction. The only reason that MY
MIND was in reverse-immortal mode, was quite obvious. I had been
directly in contact with the great goddess Diana Arteemis, of the
Astral Plane, AKA LIGHTNING. She has an entire Astral World family of
course, so many Lightning Goddesses and Gods are all over the Astral
World, and we already have seen that lightning exists on numerous
other planets just in our little fucking solar system. But the
lightning from this Earth, is the energy equivalent of HER true
beingness, with or without little kids with revenge lighters, and the
inability to ever escape the truth when attempting to create
fictional art, not in a limited sized universe where a maximum
combination of realities exists, as you honestly cannot make anything
up, and all truths are cleverly hidden and buried in the stories and
legends, and yes folks; in the art of those living on the Earth,
whether they like this factual truth or not. Yes Dave from early
'1988 Apitamy misspellings'; 'we
have fucking enemies, and these fucking enemies have power, and we
don't';
and I am always leery and careful around any tall
weeds,
near or not near
lakes,
or capitol
city's, or
Libraries of Congress.
JANE
BITCHWITCHWHORE FUCKED ME AGAIN, with page eleven of eleven a while
back, and I did not want to fucking cunt lose my dam ass train of
thought, so now we will switch those great October 5, 2008 gears so
we do not strip them all to hell, and do our compensation fucking
deal, sleazy baseball lady. I hope you sleep real well nights, after
totally fucking up my fucking already fucked up miserable rotten
life, with your dam ass ones bullshit, from that night in 1993, at
the Atlanta Braves baseball fucking park. When you go, I WILL piss on
your grave, THAT'S A MO PROMISE as well as a WOMO one!!!
55555555555555555555555,
PLUS 555555555555555, TIMES 5555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY 55555555;
IS EQUAL TO WHO
MOTHER FUCKING SUCKING ASS GIVES A DAM PRICK EATING SHIT, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
MY
CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS ACTING UP BIG TIME FOLKS, SUPER
ASS FUCKING HACKING AT 10:42 POST FUCKING ASS
MERIDIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN OLD
FRIEND FROM THE FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND SIR FROM 1972???
But
this is not the only hack, as hacking with my utilities or anything
electrically mother fucking related in any way, IS
ON A MAJOR
FUCKING
ROLL,
LADIES AND FREAKING GENTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus
fucking Christ all god dam ass mighty man, give it a rest and get a
cunt lapping life, you asshole mother fuckers out there in the
fucking NSA, or whoever the fucking shit you are, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking God Almighty, I
NEED SOME HELP HERE, PAM BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. MY KID'S GONNA
FUCKING KILL ME IF YOU DON'T STOP HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
only some of you would mother fucking click the shit I tell you to
click, you wouldn't fucking have to take my fucking word for
anything. It is all up on the cunt eating internet,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Asshole
Mountainpen, wake up.
Your damn audience is all federal agents or M2F or ESS! TIME TO WAKE
UP, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL WEEHTAHD, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone
can see if you would just god dam click on the three month prompt, on
the DOW JONES shit, that this is all being done to me, just as I
claim that it is, but I have not begun to tell shit, and this is
going to go to the fucking wall if needs be; and you just see if this
is some fucking ass poker bluff, WOMO-M-2-F!!!
Now
this is all out of the fucking way, let me move this blog right
along, and discuss a favorite topic, or one of the three, for men
anyway, right lovely solid-gold-1988 Marilyn McCoo?????? I believe
she was talking of the top two, sports and women, but I think these
have become numbers 2 and 3 in more recent days and times of this
total sociological break-down, on a mass global fucked up scale, and
hay, it's only my humble little opinion, but as you all should know
quite well by now, Mizz Daniels back in 1980, my coworker, has
indeed, and properly so; entitled me to it, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
Oh
yes good folks, that number one topic of not just men, I assure
fucking you folks, women are right up there in the drivers seat along
with us dudes, and don't think otherwise, or I'll
crown you KING of the Fools Club
of electronic 1985 dust, right great © Office and all lovely
examiners there????????????????????????????? Yes folks, we're talking
about GOD ALL MIGHTY, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA) M---O---N---E---Y.
Sports
and sex, would go right out the door, Mizz Marilyn McCoo of 1988, if
ever honestly compared in the minds of 99% of the world over age ten
and under age 99, in place of the god of this age, biblically spoken,
in or not in Morianity, good old fucking filthy lucre. Without it,
you can't so much as fucking legally breathe the dam ass air, folks,
YO DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why the WOMO-MILITUFORCE keeps me
endlessly down and out and broke, flat ass busted, dirty ass poor as
shit and unable to so much as do one thing that would make life one
tiny bit livable here; let alone find any way to ever get this
conspiracy against me investigated, stopped, and hopefully;
eventually prosecuted to the fullest extent of the mother fucking
law. This cannot ever be allowed, as the world would literally owe me
a check for itself, payable in metals, on demand instantly, after all
that has been monstrously mother fucking done to me over an entire
lifetime, in an organized fucking way, for reasons that go so far
beyond my limited little fucking retarded comprehension, that if I
typed for 1000 years, maybe, JUST FUCKING MAYBE, one tenth of one
percent of the shit would ever be able to get fucking ass told to all
of you, dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went up onto the GOOGLE this afternoon, and JANE MOTHER FUCKING WHORE
JUST BIT MY CUNT EATING ASSHOLE AGAIN AT ELEVEN ELEVEN, FIRST THE
FUCKING COCK SUCKING PAGE NUMBER, AND NOW THIS ATTACK. JESUS DON'T
EVER FUCKING LET ME BUNT the SHIT INTO YOU. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW
STRONG YOU ARE, U EXERCISE SLUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
'WEEEEEEEEEE'!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555555
and 5555555555555555555555
and 5555555555555555555555,
and screw
you Jane, you rotten whore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
back to my going
up on mother fucking GOOGLE
earlier this after goddamn ass noon, YO YO YO YO BRO!!! IT IS ALWAYS
ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, RIGHT OLD PAL KEVIN FUCKING TRUDEAU,
BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
I
decided to search the words, ''HOW TO PROMOTE A BLOG'', just for fun;
and the very cheapest way to do it costs 300 fucking dollars monthly.
I am so fucking happy for all you rich cunt lappers out here, that
can play by unfair
advantage,
and endlessly keep all of the rest of us down forever and ever and
ever. If I had it within my power, I
would have this planet smashed into fucking tiny bits with a gigantic
fucking city sized meteor; you think I am playing, watch the fucking
skies; as if I am going to be put through endless hell, then I'll
fucking BLOW UP YOUR CUNT LAPPING LITTLE WORLD, FOLKS, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
ENTIRE WORLD FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!!!
Now
here's one you didn't see coming, I'll betcha folks, and I don't mean
the soon to come world destroying meteor, well soon by my standards.
It will be after the year 63 hundred, so all you will be long gone,
you lucky fucking turds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All those
cunt eating days in school that the majority of students sit in a
math class and say, oh fuck this Henry Fonda shit, I am angrier than
any 12 jurors have ever been, but beyond all that; who needs math if
you're not gonna' fucking be a scientist, or an engineer, or an
architect; you know, the typical whiny school kid math haters club???
Well, here is what fucking math can reveal to folks that paid
attention a little bit in school and only threw a few spit balls at
the fucking ass teacher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like WOW,
Mister R. H. MACY, and STACEY!!!!!!!!!!
People
can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well
as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that
physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask
a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family
should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and so on and so
forth. Also, when accurate records are not kept, be it related to
moods of a spouse, weather by professional meteorologists,
sports-stats, and again the list of items such as these, could be as
long as those proverbial plastic water bottles, that stretch many
times around the world, if they were all put together; as per the
great advertisement spots on the television system. I, just as I did
for decades, until it fucking cunt began to depress me to the point
of fucking suicide, Mommy-Dearest Potter-Pills; am now keeping track
of daily BOT verses NOT days, or days that are really bad, verses
days that pass just out of this horror fucking range. Now I have
admitted that I was doing a music-related thing, again, beginning on
the 28 August day, several months back this year, and corresponding
precisely to this very time, a brand new percentage of BOTBAR DAYS
began to emerge, as a fucking result, AND AS ALWAYS, you know, music
for me is a total fucking NO-NO, so says the EVIL EMPIRE/
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well in the attempt of
keeping this story as short as is humanly Pennock non-perfect
possible or (HPNPP), for any future usage if needed; let me just tell
you that I have already given the blog-world and my viewers, the
simple mathematical formula for equating this very thing, based on
how many botbar days total there are, and how many total days of the
various months, and blah-blah-blah; and I am not going to re-hash
this shit right now. All you need to mother fucking be told my
wonderful MORIANS and my rotten EVERYONELSIANS; is thissssssssssss,
Miss Lucci Snakes AMC, from when else, and I recall it just how you
said it on the show back then, good old 1983.
Folks,
I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR ATTACK AND OF COURSE, AS A RESULT,
I AM FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR!!!!!!!! At precisely five minutes past shit
eating one this cunt sniffing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, I was major
struck with yet another UTILITY ATTACK
from the dirt bag scum sucking WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!
The phone was right in front of me, and is a desk top landline type
phone; and suddenly the red light began blinking, and a message
displayed on it, saying, 'LINE IN USE'.
I am heading later today over to make an appointment at Sheriff
Mascara's Office, on Midway fucking Road. I HAVE FUCKING
TOTALLY ASS HAD IT WITH THIS CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATING BULLSHIT, YO YO
YO YO YO YO. ALL DAY LONG, LOUD VOICES IN THE HALLS, AND LOUD ASS
DOORS; BECAUSE THE JERK OFF SORE LOSERS ON WALL STREET, WERE NOT
GETTING THEIR WAY TODAY, AND THEIR STINKING MARKETS WERE DROPPING
FROM THE OPENING HELL FUCKING BELL!!!!!!!!!!
After
this death siege two hours ago, I tested my luck, and SURE/SHORE
FUCKING ENOUGH, GOOD PEEPS, IT WAS MINUS FUCKING 12, hay; what did
you expect; a lolly pop from Saint fucking Nick, or a free blow job
from the top ten models in Manhattan??????????????????????????????
Say it Dawn and fucking cunt Daddy, YO, 'SHEEEEEEIT'!
FOLKS,
I HAVE A VERY POWERFUL FEELING, AND LOTS OF GAWNUM ACTIVITY AS WELL,
THAT THIS PART OF RECENT BLOGGING, WAS NOT AT ALL APPRECIATED BY THE
WOMO, SO LET US REPEAT IT AGAIN ON THIS FUCKING BLOG, MY
BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET
US DIISCUSS THE GREAT HYPERSPACE TOPIC NOW!
Now
before Ryan
my engineer
had left for New York and then New Jersey, first on studio business,
and then to visit his family back on the last Christmas holiday,
he had given up his nasty smoking habit, telling me how much his
girlfriend hated it, how his clothes would always stink so badly, and
he told me all of this while outside on a ''smoke-break''
at his music place, on my last time there, before his trip late last
year in 2012; and who just went literally on and on and on and on and
on. Anyone
that dead set against something, in my opinion, doesn't quickly
revert back to his old habit.
He was happy and content with his alternative treatment, the
Electronic-Blue
system for smokers
trying to quit. He told me when he got back, we would work on putting
my daughters' talent into the last part of the chorus lines that he
had put into his vocoder machine, by adding many things I had told
him about, and he was the one who said it would work out real good
and as soon as I could get into the studio in early February or
middle, whenever, in this year, 2013, he would fix it all up. The
entire harmony is a mere repeating machine copied from the intro
sample, ''You'll
Be Crossing Over'',
and the songs' title. However, on the word ''over'', a lot of better
changes were going to be made, along with changes of other types in
this chorus, electronically. Once it is done, this bar repeats on
other basic chords and repeats again, four times total throughout the
song. Some mild improvements that would have taken a few hours, and I
would gladly have paid for; caused the entire world to change, right
down to the studio suddenly overnight closing down to become some
other something, and
ending my ability to do projects there with him.
I
am with Yogi
Berra
100% on this one, not for this one incident, but because every single
time I ever try to do anything that pertains to fucking MUSIC, the
entire planet around me seems to fall apart with precision SWISS
CLOCKWORK,
I mean it never ever fails, and when Dave Roth was with me and my pal
for many years, he too fell victim to this, I can only call a
supernatural curse. Eventually, even on a lousy little income from
SSI, because of my extreme ability to create electronic parlor
tricks; I will finish a completed model of my invention, once and for
all, called, 'KEYBOARDS
FROM PETA-HELL'
or KFP for short, ® 1980-2013. Now this is when the
magnetic-percentage
for the year
of 2013 began to totally fucking self destruct beginning on the
August 28 day, the same day I began dissecting the master discs on my
own stuff. Even though I
always do shit with headphones only,
but somehow THE M2F
ALWAYS KNOW EVERYTHING, WHOEVER THEY REALLY FUCKING ARE. This is when
all hell broke fucking loose for me, and the
'MPB' changed from what it had held so far at that time on the year,
and began literally fucking doubling into a horrendous monster ass
fucking total nightmare.
But folks, this is just stuff that I want in the back of your
freaking minds while I tell you the biggest part of this song,
and the lab
technician,
and the incredible medical-office
2008 dream
before my kidnapping by the King branch of this powerful star
traveling family. I don't expect you to believe on face value that
the great ISIS comes here to Earth in many lives, and does all of
this, I know it is all the truth, and we've known each other forever
and ever, but that's my fucking problem. Right now, I am here to tie
something in big ass fucking ultra hyper time for all of you, whether
you ever GET IT or not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you all should know
if you have followed me with any attention at all; beginning on the
night of 4 June in 1983, 365 months and 3 days ago, (30 years, 5
months, 3 days) at half past ten at fucking night on a warm dark
summer night, while residing in a nice split level rental home, in
Atco, New Jersey; owned
by Gerald Pliner;
I was suddenly struck down like out of the famous sixties
supernatural soap television show called 'DARK
SHADOWS',
when the witch, played
by Laura Parker, character named Angelique,
did witchcraft on her lover, played by Jonathan Frid, character named
Barnabas Collins, and she placed a handkerchief around a toy soldier
that he used to play with as a young boy, and began choking and
pulling it around the soldier's neck. Suddenly Barnabas grew deathly
ill and nearly died, choking horrifically from this witchcraft
attack, and finally, in the nick of time, Angelique changed her mind
and undid the deed, removing the handkerchief from the toy soldier,
and Barnabas miraculously recovered as though nothing at all had ever
happened. Now taking this further still, I had been messing around
with powers that went beyond even these fictional witch's junk on the
television show. Between Privecode and Magnesonic all hooked up
together with other inventions and other items bought at various
electronic shops and places; I had put a system together and was
actually communicating directly, with the forces of this planet's
biosphere itself, you would call this, LIGHTNING. I came to learn it
was a female entity with a great intelligence, but was a young female
and extremely mischievous. There are those who are out here reading
my blogs who know just how totally real my words fucking are. They do
all that they can to fuck with me, hack me, discredit me, discourage
me, and ruin me, because should I ever get this exposed to the world,
all the UFO shit put together and multiplied 88 ways back from Sunday
noon, would be watered down piss flavored bug juice from our
summer-camp days folks; next to this ISIS
GODDESS,
from Gary-7 Mission Earth Star Trek, Serious Satellite radio and XM
'Exim Ratio' of the 'Permission Barrier', that I sent before any of
their copycat junk was ever made known to the world, in 1994. Still
this is nothing, I could go on a year typing how things all connect,
and how I was ripped off on hundreds of things that many now take
total credit for and of course, live in style with millions and
billions, while I live in perpetual fucking ass poverty and
jeers!!!!!!! But the real powerful shit is the great Lab Technician
of the great book called, 'The Permission Barrier'', written about a
decade to the day, that I had interacted with this wonderful Goddess
ISIS, for the first of several times in this universe, and infinite
times in infinite other close-in parallel ones, and on top of that,
in infinity or on the Astral -Plane, where we live endlessly together
in HER GREATY CITY, known by some few mortal world awake enlightened
folks, spoken in English translation, SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
meaning Astrally, literally; CITY
OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE,
where there, she uses her CITY NAME of Jehovah. Everyone needs a
registered city name to reside in this fantastic heavenly place.
Without it, when caught illegally there a fourth time you are
automaticly sentenced to a region known as DOGTOWN, so horrible that
I could type torturous hellish nightmare words forever, and you would
still need to experience this hellishness to have it register inside
your awake brain, and then you would most likely go stark raving mad
for the rest of your human existence. But while here in present life,
unlike while here as Sarah Nurockey from Atlantic City in the
sixties; ISIS has only a few scattered memories and dream fragments
of her true all powerful identity in higher truth, just enough to let
her know even as a tiny toddler, how special she is, and always will
be, and knew all along that she would be a tremendously successful
person in the physical world during this human incarnation. But a
very strange man with very strange eyes, told me a powerful truth,
two and a half years ago, when we got together on a holiday, to go
see a local band perform, down along the Fort Pierce Inlet, right
past the foot of the South Hutchinson Island Bridge, and the Coast
Guard Station. After we got back in my vehicle and I was driving him
home just west past the on-ramps for Interstate-95, and it's time to
let it out. He
said he has an invention that people from places all over the
hyperspace are monitoring him so that he will not break the maximum
for hyperspace travel alterations per trip.
It seems there is an established average per-trip max out point for
just how much you may do that may make alterations and create larger
outward timeline expanses and more and more parallel realities as a
result. Robert McGuire was the one managing this for this local area,
don't even ask, the area would not make a lot of sense, it does not
even remain stable. Now this man wears dark glasses, night and day,
and if he takes them off, his eyes shine like two lit up huge
sparkling gems inside his eye sockets. He is not a human being, and
he lives right here in this town. He asked me if I had a few minutes
to come in to where he lives in his own small dwelling on a large
estate of farms just beyond the highway down west on Orange Avenue,
and then to the north a bit. It is big, and his family is loaded. He
does things that make no sense, and seems to have just what he needs,
no more, no less, and although he is well into his fifties, he
appears very young and has a full head of long bright yellow hair
that is not dyed or faked, like my billionaire distant cuzz. Anyhow,
I went in and he handed me a soda, and he said to me, “I and some
of the witnesses have read you on the web, and don't you know what
happened”? I said to him, “What do you mean Billy?”. He then
said something along the lines of, you were teaching those who read
your blogs how to do the Fascitar Ancient traveling, and the great
Babylonian Goddess practiced it as a result, and then came to you in
your ''dreams'' just as you taught her to do it. I thought I was
gonna' fucking piss my pants and dropped the soda can down on his end
table and starred at him for a while with my mind blown. Then he
added just this and after that, asked me to go home and ponder on all
of it. He said, ''She is the only one on this Earth that can ever
take away your choking problem, but in order for her to do it, she'd
have to come out and admit to being the Goddess ISIS. She won't do
that for you, I know her, she is here to stay this time longer than
ever before, about 85 years''. I asked if there is any advice he
could give me, and he replied along the lines of, she's watching
everything you do and hears all that you say, day and night, even in
your thoughts, and you can never escape her, and she will never ever
help you with your choking condition even though she is the only one
in the world who fully knows it is all the truth and all of it is
real and that you are not just some nut case. While I stood at his
door and he was practically throwing me out at this point, telling me
he had to be somewhere soon he and needed to get ready; I said one
more thing to him. I did not tell him all about the song from 1983 or
my conversations I had while she was playing Lab Technician; but I
said I might electronically make up some songs and smoke her out,
using her voice, after all the same forces messed with her too, and
this is what she seemed to be talking to me about in those wild
medical office dreams in 2008. Then with practically a shove out the
door, Billy retorted in a calm and less loud voice than earlier, “I
AM ISIS, I AM JESUS CHRIST, I AM SARAH NUROCKEY, all using the human
body right now, of your friend Billy”.
He then took off his wild shades and stared into my eyes until they
felt burnt as though I had just starred too long at the sun. He
walked me to my car parked a few yards away from his door, leaving me
ready to drop dead. His final words to me were, I will forget I told
you any of this as Billy if we ever see each other again, Yancy. I
climbed into my vehicle, and his words to me, after closing my car
door, with the window down on the drivers front seat side; were along
the lines of, you probably won't see me again and that might be for
the best. If you play your little game with music, remember what your
ADA friend told you when you phoned him from the park that day in the
middle nineties? I had never told him a thing about that incident
near National Park, Redbank, New Jersey late in th year of 1994, the
end of October, when Ron Wirtz, the Camden County Prosecutor ADA told
me from a pay phone where I had just called him from one late
afternoon and told about how bad my enemies were and how seriously
they were stalking me and violating my civil rights, and he said to
me, ''Mark, if you test them, they're going to give you a reaction''.
That is an honest direct quotation of what he told me that day 19
years ago. I said back to him after starting my car up and throwing
it out of park and into drive, foot still on the brake pedal,
''Billy, what do you mean''? His answer was said while he was walking
away from me towards his dwelling on this huge farm ranch property,
that I again can quote as it hangs in my mind to this second like a
pile of cement holding my feet into a vat of pig shit; ''You
know what you can do and you know what they won't let you do, and you
need to become a Jehovah's Witness and be under the umbrella of our
church, and never so much as think about any of these things again”.
With that he was gone, and into his house behind a closed door, and I
was driving slowly away, and off of this ranch; all
like something out of a movie like 'Mannix', 'Hitchcock', and 'L&O',
all three rolled the fucking hell into one.
I was going to get this shit off my chest sooner or later, and this
was just the time that I knew I felt was right for doing so.
Now
we are gonna' fucking talk some powerful turkey folks. I asked GAGA
KITTY just why this assault struck me at just past fucking one this
damn ass morning, and he said to me, ''MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW, PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER--------385''.
My
match-book of listed items for this number are as follows, ladies and
gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!
HALLOWEEN
DAY,
CASSETTE
TAPE,
AREA
FIFTY ONE,
PEE,
GOD,
and there are some other less pertinent ones as well. The ones in red
font
are obvious to a retarded mother fucking moron imbecile,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
folks, I also decided to ask a powerful question regarding another
utility attack from back on the morning of Pearl
Harbor Day in late 1996.
Let me explain, YO. The morning that I awoke out of a powerful
DREAMING INTERACTION on the day of 7 December, 1996, where I was
playing a game on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City with the great Sarah
Krassle, that she called, “Guess the Name of the Guests'', I talked
my mom into coming with me to 10-SC Avenue, and we drove down to
Atlantic City, and just as I came up to where the Trump Plaza Casino
area is on Pacific Avenue, the light burned me and turned red real
suddenly, and when I stopped, a few seconds later, my car stereo in
that vehicle was also struck with an attack from the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, out of the fucking blue and died. So after asking
why this attack from just a couple hours back was given to me, I
asked what this other attack from 1996 was all about. My GAGA KITTY
CAT responded as follows:
''MEOW
MEOW MEOW MEOW, PRIVATE COSMICODED
NUMBER------------------------------725''.
My
match-book of listed items for this number are as follows, ladies and
gentlemen, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL,
FLORIDA, THE VOID, VERSION, 2008,
SARAH
KRASSLE SANG,
CAREY
CURLY EINSTEIN MESSAGE,
and there are some other less pertinent ones as well. Again I
underline those that are really major, not that they all aren't,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
anyone can be a doubter in MORIANITY, should make the Almighty say,
''Gee whiz, now I don't feel so bad, Sharon Horror-House of
HTHS!!!!!!!!
BOY
COULD I USE SOME HELP HERE, LOVELY ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, LIKE
WOW.
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