Thursday, July 13, 2023

Heading 4 South America, Chapter 7

 

BH-CUM-PUKE-HER HACKING IS OFF DIALS BAD; FBI!!!!

Heading 4 South America, Chapter 7

2:34 AM, Thursday morning, 13 July, 2023


WEIRDO-MIND-HACK MINUS TEN, NAUGHT SUCCESSFUL THIS TIME, OH WONDERFUL MIZZ AT&T BLAKE FROM 1983


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B4-I tell U all what is happening, or a wee bit of additional crap that pertains 2 it anyway; let us go back into the year of 2007; as all things as we know so well now, endlessly do connect; and they always have, and always will. Most of U deep down inside, know this from your own life-experiences; and only a few will admit this, 2 YOURSELVES, let alone me!


2 Whom it May Concern, From the Head Morian:

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Twenty Six Blog

TWIMCFTHM------052907.572--------Blog #Twenty-six.










This is now going 2B the beginning of some major new stuff that will progress as ‘time’ moves along. The enemy mince-meated my poor horrific HELLIDAY weekend. And Y not, it is symbolically ‘their evil military’ day and celebrated time to honor the fallen war dead. I am not against any officer in any military unit anywhere in this entire multiverse, unless they R carrying out orders to hurt and horrifically injure me, from the gods only know whom is issuing these orders. As I currently machine-pen these words at Mr. Ed-L-Him’s place, chemtrails and loud aircrafts R all over me like flies on dog shit. I will tell secrets today that may get me down right shot. People that have the money and the power, in the mortal world existence, can have anyone, ‘removed’. The trouble is that to them, it appears that I died, but it all is uncreated and recreated fifth dimensionally in a biblical wink of a raptured eye. The air siege the last two weeks is worse than any time in my entire life, and the year of 2007 is beyond being in totally uncharted waters for me. It is worse than all the Jews put together that suffered in concentration camps during the great Holocaust. This may sound harsh or even racist, unfeeling and ignorant on my part; and so B it. I know how true pain and suffering is measured, and no amount of what all of them combined went through equals what is being done 2 me; and has been done 2 me. Go ahead and disbelieve. That at least 4 me is not uncharted territory. Disbelief in me, and all that I go through, and all that I totally know and proclaim; is a very old and familiar companion. This should B totally axiomatic 2 any Morian, but just 2 a blog reader who is thinking “this space cadet is out so far he is about to name some new stars”, I all ready know how they will receive from the 6th dimension. Remember, I absolutely know that we do not think, we receive from the 6th-D. Even all of our complex psychology and mental processes, memories, emotions, all of it and so much more; is not U thinking or remembering things, or even feeling painful or angry or sad or pleasant things. But now it is time 2 tell U all a bit more about the 6th dimension, in ways that some of the nerdier and geekier amongst the human pop, may B able 2 at least get something wild and fantastic out of it. I want U to picture a room about 70 feet long and wide, perhaps 15 to 20 feet high, and in the center area of this room, on all 4 sides or walls, R-4 elevators. I had to get very special permission from the lightning goddesses of Jupiter and Earth; to tell what I am about to tell. B4 I go on, I used to scoff at astrology, and still do not claim 2B knowledgeable enough in the full details of this ‘science’, 2 act like I am 'mister know-it-all', on the subject; but I grew up and went well into early adulthood in my present ‘lifetime’, actually sequences of current dreaming; just thinking of it as total silly nonsense. How can gravitational effects from large celestial bodies far away determine so much, just because a human being is born at a paralleling time? Well, B4 anyone laughs too loud, I learned the power of ‘parallels’ early into my thirties, a full 20 years back in forward mortal time. Then, think about this. Our moon that we do not feel in a conscious way, has the power to pull the giant oceans of our world six or more feet up and down twice a day while orbiting us. U and I can barely put a ton of seawater in a wheel barrel, and make it shake a bit, U anyway; as I have the strength of a small child. We must also in some ways not understood yet by mankind, B affected by these powerful forces of what I'll call magnetization. Oh, and the gods, we R!!!!!!! Conscious mind is covering it up; as this is its job to in fact B doing 4 us, but it is real, and is occurring nonetheless. When I lived in a small apartment in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, in 1994, 5, and 6, called the Highview Apartments; where when I left, I wrote and copyrighted my song HIGHVIEW CHEERS, from where the CHEERS show came from, and later Mizz over weight Toothless-Alley, ripped lots of my stuff off, and is an old well charted story as 'Hellywierd' has ripped off well over 1,000 things from me in less than 30 years of mortal time, and no spellchecker; not Hollywood. I know what I am saying, but back on point with my story. I was living my life, not thinking nor searching 4 the great Sarah; but then suddenly a bunch of outside stuff made its way into our solar system, and eventually crashed into Jupiter. As if this was not enough, the owner of the Highview building was Mr. and Mrs. Shoemaker, the slumlords from Philadelphia; and Sarah, although out of linear time order, while searching 4 her; was and is a good friend of then, Chief Bob Levy, of the life-guard force, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now, in mortal time illusion; he is the Mayor of that great city. So the names 'Shoemaker' and 'Levy', R already in the mix, or better spoken perhaps; in the ‘cosmic equation’. The comet that impacted Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, in the human world atomic equivalent on this physical plane, and here in that part of hyperspace, at that time in the evental-fold, was discovered, out of all of the possible persons telescopically gazing and peering out into the heavens of the physical plane, by these two persons; Levy and Shoemaker. As soon as all of this happened, my world changed instantly the next day. My search and quest to locate the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle was born. Naturally, at the time, linearly; I had no mortal way to C any of these connections. All of this brings me right back to the truths that all things R connected, yet separate; and this is what U must know a bit more about today. No 2 subatomic particles can touch and remain attached. They can make contact, resulting in a massive devastating transfer into energy, from the mass or matter that these separate pieces of reality were B4 they touched. So Y is all connected, when basically unless forced together, I am saying that all really is a reality of separateness? Forces in higher spatial dimensions operate in strange ways, as they also R added to this cosmic mix. There R an unlimited side-band reality of the three dimensions, that contain normal length, width, and depth. In these side-bands, R forces that control lower spatial dimensionality. Einstein never put enough spatial dimensions into his many famous tri-force equations, until almost at the end of his dream sequences as Einstein. He realized that all of the math and models of the laws would fit in a bigger box, not bigger in size, but in dimension. Time and 'HS' will always B the true 4th/5th dimension, do not mistake what I say, as there only R3 ‘TRUE’ spatial dimensions, L-W-D. Side-bands to them do not count in this. However, they count in many equations where man and science is starting their journey to learn whether the temperature is correct in the universe for proving ever expanding, verses eventually contracting future-universe; and also data is connected regarding the existence of extremely dense matter, as without it being there; the proof of ever expanding would B the case, as how could the great explosion lose force and B greeted with gravimetrical pull back or inversion, causing eventual universal contraction and collapse? This entire thing still is meaningless, since interdimensionally, there is sort of a slip through-effect; whether it compresses back to absolute temperature at just beyond zero-dimension, or escapes away; it is meaningless. All of the matter and energy would in a three dimensional box concept, either B blown into annihilation, or dissolve into oblivion. However, 4 the conscious collective that does not remember that this is what we endlessly wish 4, escape from endlessness, a prison beyond mortal concept, and many of the gods as well; I can alleviate your mental anguish and absolutely assure U all; there is no end, nor any beginning. First of all, even while alive and viable, all universes spin off sort of ‘daughter universes’ all the time. Perhaps said better, humans have offspring, animals do, universes do. They leave all of the prior dimensions and become new ones in their own system. But doesn’t some dimension or place, or something, have to exist and B in order to sustain this? My answer is that it does not have to, no; yet it just happens to. This is why this example, when mentally placed into a microcosm, indeed; the smallest bits of sub-reality is one ‘A-dimension’, and the spaces that surround all of this is one ‘B-dimension’. This A and B is complex, but simply stated; it is Y wave-particle duality is similar to dividing by zero, and also, is why there R 3 dimensions spatially in a so-called A-fluxing field, and then there is the B-fluxing field. It is why wormhole juice or Quantum Foam 2B more accurately in scientific terminology, acts as it does as well; in various interdimensional fluxing states. We have other days 2 move further along with all this, but 4 right now; shall we again discuss the 70 by 70 foot room that is 15-20 feet high, with 16 elevators, 4 of each of them being centered at each side of the room, on all four sides. When U walk into any of these elevators, the doors close, and immediately it always begins to move either upward or downward. At this point, you can control whether U wish the elevator 2 move forward or backward, as well as to the left or 2 the right. Do not try implementing logic and saying 2 yourself, how can I-B in elevator 3, and move left; without crashing into elevator 2?, as this is mortal logic. Once U-R in an elevator from off of this elevator room, and the doors shut, U go up or down first, but can then direct your elevator to move in any of 4 other directions, as well as up and down again; and as many times as U wish, and U will never crash into anything. There is only the elevator, as nothing else anywhere exists. When U push the 'open' button, the elevator stops, and the doors open. U walk out and think nothing changed, as again UR in another elevator room with 16 elevators; 4 of each centered on each of the 4 walls. When U walk out of the elevator, the doors close behind U; and in an instant, UR in a place that could B a mountain or a seashore resort, a home or an office, anything; it has no limits. When U wish to leave the place U came 2, U must turn off the place by shutting your eyes and then seeing in your ‘mind’s eye’ a new elevator room, and keep thinking of it and seeing it, until UR again back in the elevator room. This is the 6th dimension. It is real, and everyone U know, and everything U could ever know; is all at the exit of some elevator ride. Now the other thing is that elevators R what we in 2000 AD can relate too, so we would perceive this elevator room. If U were an Algonquin Indian 300 years ago, it would be the top of a hill on a flat clearing with mountainous rocks around U, and 4 braves on 4 horses would B on all 4 sides of this clearing, for a total again of 16 riders. If this were 140 years from now, it may well B that U would identify this with 4 Skytorcycles on each side of a room, or a mini-hanger on all 4 sides; but for reasons even I cannot pull up, there is always an astral 20 total or half of an astral ten on all 4 sides. Astral 20 is mortal world converted to the number 16. There also is a larger astral significance 2 the number of 20. When we dream out onto the mortal realm here, we have subconsciously created a radio jargon meaning, with this 20-number as well, and that of course is 'LOCATION'. My blogs up in the years of 2022 and 2023 will go onto discuss this 'location' and 'meaning', and numerical-20 deal; so 4 those tuning in here on the 'SWIS'-DD-FIELDS-Galanet-system; U can adjust 4 those years out in antimatter-space. I don't dare tell U more now, as my life got way beyond dangerous and surreal, and beyond just this, there also is an effect in these blogs that in 1987; my pal DCR and myself, labeled and named, an 'EVENTAL-TIME-WARP', or an ETW. Now we will return back 2 the year of 1997 again.





On prior blogs, lots of typo or 'Ettos' corrections now need 2B amended, as normally I do not find 128 year old women that cute, nor have I known any. I have been in love with some between 80 and 110. I meant that if some cutie pie of 28, do not know how the one got in front other than to make me look like a fool. Yes Karen S., I need remind the readership more often what my obscure abbreviations stand 4. ETTOS = ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMMISSION SYSTEM. HS = HYPERSPACE, OP = OLYMPINA PROVINCE on the astral world, MW = MORTAL WORLD, SSJKK = SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. We can quit 4 now, come on smokers, if I can, ------. On my website, www.morianity-foundation.com/. I will B soon adding the real way that my 1980 or ’81 song, called, “Love Is 4 Carpenters” really went, as I tranced out at work months ago, and re-listened to the great SSJKK singing it 2 me, from the meeting square at the boardwalk, and Monalazarium Boulevard. This is sort of the Astral World version of Atlantic City’s area at Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffy beyond the Casino Control Commission building entrance, on Tennessee Avenue. Scylla is known in Earthly legends 4 her beautiful lute; an astral world common instrument, but her playing is anything but common. It makes me cry like a baby to hear her play it and sing to me, while I gently run my hands through her ling-long lovely light brown hair, going from 6 feet and 7 inches down to nearly her ankles. I will B singing it, but it is word 4 word, as far as how this song really goes, and is not the copyrighted version from the early eighties, and I needed 2 use a guitar, no lutes; nor good astral musicians, where I am living and dreaming at here on this MW, sahwee.
Yeah, KS, they freaking mince meated my holiday helliday. I had to work an extra, and an extra long shift, for a total of 34 hours; much of it in the miserable hot bright scummy sunlight, which I detest second only to Mister Vaudeville Frid, from my Flower Wing, in the great Ricktown Manor. C more on this at my website, read the text telling about the great RM, oh another abbreviation; sahwee, RICKTOWN MANOR. Lightning and I live here together, & we always have, and we always will. The I-Ching is the closest knowledge for mortal worlder’s to access into the sixth dimension. I saw a lady there Saturday morning or whenever I went to sleep by mortal terminology who told me she has been wandering around in here forever. Move over honey, we all R, and as soon as anyone walks out into a reality that matches a close enough one 2 being normally ‘awake’ from where U ‘went off to sleep’, U will forever B totally enlightened, and know what I know, and B as I am. Speaking of enlightenment, Diana was so good to me at work. She hates 2C me suffer at the hands of such evil and monstrous scoundrels, so she came real near me and flashed her scrumptious lovely colored lightning, and then returned immediately 2 me as Her beautiful giant gibbous waxing moon. I cried like a baby that she cared enough 2 do this 4 her whittle boy, who is suffering in eternal infinite HELL, [Dogtown]. Diana, U will always B my baby blond, and I will take U to beautiful waterfalls, and all of your favorite parks, and make powerful passionate love endlessly; my ravishing delicious colorful giant coil. Thank U so very much, and please B sure to thank cousin Stacey 4 permitting U2 come over 2 me when I needed U so very desperately. When the astral/physical white private loud piss bubble came zenithing over me at 4:21 PM, when I got off the elevator onto the beach, where the ocean was so surf-able and beautiful; I was so wanting 2B with your cousin, so tell her please that I would have stayed there with her. The plane did not chase me away. I wanted 2 get back to my dream, and remember truths about the sixth dimension. No, phase four’ers, your cube is not the invention of government agencies; they cannot even find the fucking front doors to their main headquarters in Fort Meade, MDUSAESMWG. The cube is a square with 16 thought ride interactions that offer the rider, cubic 6 directional movement rides, into connection circuitries where interaction is, and becomes one with the closing doors of the elevators.




MESSAGE TO ACNJUSAESMWG ENEMIES, ALL OF U TOTAL SCUZ:

We both know that this all loops around, and that I remembered nearly all of this last time it is 1966; and next time it is 1966, I will remember even more; unless we R beyond the closed curve, and R just repeating, but even then; there R ways of doing things. One such way to send a so-called signal into the next loop, just like out of TNG STAR TREK, 'TIME SQUARED' episode. The best one is internet 4 me 4 now; as it will eventually move into the cosmocological reality by its very nature, and the future itself. Remember, in my book from 1994, TPB; I did not say twenty oh one, or twenty oh two. I proved 2 all of U sleazy shits that I have been here B4, and that indeed I do remember more and more of basic menus of what events will B chosen into the collective human interaction. Concentrically, I know that this is Y so many of U-R indeed behind the intentional elimination covertly and cleverly done; but done none the less, of forever getting rid of what I have named HISTORY MARKERS. I have letters that explain Russell Thaxton; the murder of Ziggy, Pinky, and Al-S., all ready 2B mailed to the World Tribunal Courts of The Hague, an area that has much of my published music, as does Sweden and Germany. They do not despise me like this evil empire does, WITHOUT A CAUSE!!!!!!! Just in case some have joined in late and R not interested enough in reading my first of the 3-so-far-blogs of mine, called the Morianity Bible, I never go into all details; but I do get into how a school mate, Russ T, when we both were 15 years of age, drank an entire fifth of pure scotch, YUK; and how he walked in the dead of night from his town, Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, to the town 3 miles away called Oaklyn. This is where I resided with my mother, while my father was off of the Florida coast with Mel Fisher and Kip Wagner, on a treasure barge, sinking coffer damns and retrieving deep sea treasure from Spanish Galleons that sunk more than 4 centuries back in 4-D., using powerful military ‘borrowed’ magnetometers. To protect people from getting murdered even 2 this very day, I can only gloss over some of this; but Russ had just been child-molested by a special-ed teacher in his bedroom, and after she blow-jobbed him in his room, as he was staying in her house with her hubby and 3 children, yeah wild shit was normal back in the sixties, and early seventies; it truly was another planet there. He seemed 2 know that my mom was out, on this school night, at just past one AM. I told him the hole [whole] holy story of ACNJUSAESMWG, and the GREAT SARAH KRASSLE as I called her even back in 1969. I had written a sort of blog for those days, a journal kept in a locked strong box in my bedroom closet, and also kept there in that very same strong box, was the magical chain, that Sarah stole from me in a dream; and then it really was gone. Russ said it had 2B burned that very night, as it told all about the various miracles and things that I witnessed about this goddess JEHOVAH, the great SAR, ECK, LORD, whatever, as what is in a name Shakespeare Rose?????????? Maybe a worm hole, who knows, Governor Benson? Keeping it forever light with levity, cheers beats tears, right toothless????????? Well in any event, without the soda or the shake, or the E at the end; my mother was soon to have a boss with this name, and Sarah and Paula to that very day R still making my life a living infinite fucking hell, poor poor pitiful me Linda Achilles Ronquick!!!!!!!!! Soon, by my standards, maybe not yours; since 20 years 2 me ain’t freaking squat. Russ was given that blow job by Mrs. Goodfellow, to get him to come over and then to get me to tell him my horrific shit; and then he would tell me to burn the journal, that then I referred to, and 4 quite a good reason; the BOOK OF BEACH. The BOB, 4 short!


MESSAGE TO THE FEDS:

I know that this planet was phase 4 invaded 100 years ago, and will tell and prove it to this world of faithless disbelievers if it takes me another 500 years; even the great Doctor Donna DAGS can relate 2 my promises, right princess??????????????


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Stuff that is happening 2 both me, as well as all around me on this planet Earth; ALL FITS PERFECTLY INTO A 1972 BRUCE ALAN PENNOCK PERFECT PATTERN HERE, and many of me' Blogaudians know this truth only 2 damn well; and I know that they do!!! Just as the 'PAWM' can B used by the Astral Plane's one third evil part of the MC, such as using and influening the animal/insect-kingdoms as easily as they use the ETTOS TECH on the human beings, which contain approximately 1-K times the amount of astral energy over the sub-human kingdoms. They told those insurance company salesmen snakes 2 do what they did, both yestersay as well as beginning with the entire mess, back on MOWRY-PULL-PLUG DAY of early April of this year. But they do a whole goddamn lot more than just crap like thissssssssssssssssss, oh lovely AMC-Lucci-Erica Susansnakes of 1983!!!!!!! They use the very same ultra powerful mathematical systems that I do. In fact, my using the parallel-event against the New Jersey casinos in 1986 most definitely seemed 2B what started all of this hellishness with them against me, in the goddessdog first place. A blind retard can C this if they just look. Now every time I go back 2 doing any fractional part or piece of my life-charts, that I actually officially began in late July, in the year of 1982, while residing at 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS; suddenly things grow much worse 4 me, and it never stops. It is just exactly like my passing out those mother fucking religious tracts in Gloucester City, NJUSAESMWG, after this beyond death-hell on me began, in August of 1986, while residing at Richard Barf Karpfs rental home, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG. Whatever this force is that I have been battling against 4 my entire mother fucking miserable sub-existence vampiric life now, it is absolutely unbeatable; and these forces won't let me win with anything, ever; and this is a pattern that I can make safe bets on with anyone, and I would make millions, only 2 bad there is no such betting parlor!!!!!!!! First I noticed that I couldn't beat my phone problems in 1983, no matter what I did or how hard I tried, or whom I continued endlessly complaining 2; and this, oh world; tells me one gigantic and absolutely HUUUUUGE truth, and it is naught disputable, naught one wee tiny bit. We can get into this later on, as it would require a third of the Encyclopedia Brittanica. But 4 right now, we R on the subject of mathematics, and using this 2 create what I have named and labeled 4 just over 4 solid decades, “LIFE-CHARTS”! Peeps keep diaries, but 2 my very best knowledge, nobody throughout human history ever created a math-diary, that uses only numbers 2 rate their life in varius daily parameters, and then use math systems 2 accomplish virtually limitless predictions, so that I could always know what 2 expect, almost down 2 the mother fucking penny; every single day of me' non MCDONALD CAREY SOAP OPERA LIFE, YO YO Y YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now screw Sally, Mister Harner; because THAT IS SAYIN' SOMETHING!!!!!!!! Now getting right smack dab down 2 cases here, I have recently been charting my BOTBAR DAYS so that I can know what the trend is, 4 my life getting far worse, or backing off a slight wee tad whittle bit. I thought that I was perdy dern fucking safe 4 naught returning 2 31% BOTBAR 4 the year of 2023, only taking of course, the interrelationship of the monthly hellishness an dwhat has gone down around me in this beyond DOGTOWNISH JULY MONTH, and right there, I knew it, but hoped against hope as they say, that I just might B wrong, only YO, I sure was fucking naught, huh Mizz Blake? My monthly MP4B has reached a beyond super monstrously hellish negative 70%, and is holding with today's BOTBAR at 67%, and more than double where it has averaged out throughout the 2023 months so far from January through June highs. Remember with MP4B's, we don't want high numbers. We R bowling and golfing here, not playing baseball, B-ball, hockey, or football. The higher these numbers R up close 2 the absolute disastrous 100% 4 every single day being a BOTBAR DAY; the worse that my nightmare hellish goddamn life is. Now with the BOTBAR of JULY-12, the annual MP4B has gone up 2 a nightmare fucking number of 31X1. Iot has been either 30%, 29%, or 28% for months now, and with that one day of resistence even reaching a wonderful 27% 4 that one single fucking day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I am right back 2 a goddamn 31%, breaking some near term support now of several months. When things break out of long established ranges, 4 out of 5 times, this means that a trend in this break-out direction will continue, and this spells total fucking disaster 4 the Mountainpen. Ask any goddamn stock market trader/analyist who knows anything about technical-charting, and they will absolutely goddamn corroborate what I am saying!!!!!!!!












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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 THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE YEAR OF 2023, AND HAVE ALTERED MY 'LIFE-MAGNETICS' OVER THE PAST SEVERAL MONTHS, 2 A TOTALLY INTOLERABLE AMOUNT 4 AGREEMENT WITH ELDER-SURVIVAL; BY USING COVERT ENDLESS EVIL MONSTROUS TACTICS THAT THEY HAVE BEEN USING SINCE AUGUST OF 1986, WHEN THIS ALL STARTED UP AGAINST ME. ON THIS 12TH DAY IN JULY OF 2023, I AM IN THE ATTACK OF MY LIFE, WITH ENDLESS STRINGING BOTBARS, AND I NEED U2 WIPE OUT AND CRUSH WHOEVER IS CASUSING THIS HELLISHNESS ON ME; AND IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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.







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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.



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