Friday, December 15, 2023

This Scum From HELL Never Thinks Enough Nightmares R Being Perpetrated Against Me

 



This Scum From HELL Never Thinks Enough Nightmares R Being Perpetrated Against Me



2:22 PM, Friday afternoon, December 15, 2023





I was holding at BOTBUR at quarter past 2, and just as I started this blog, I was able 2 bring things up 2 a 2-2- from a 1-1, GLMA, as my landlord told me that the peeps will B here within a quarter hour now with me' new fridge, YO. I TOOK A MAJOR DEATH MILITARY ASSAULT FROM THE WOMO-SPACEFORCE AT EXACTLY 2:11, and right shy off that at 6 minutes shy of 2, I took a phone call that always happens when I am waiting 4 anyone 2 arrive at my residence 4 any reason whatsoever, whether it B a crank hang up call or a nuisance call or a con job scammer call, but it always happens and can B totally flucking depended on ever since the eighties when this all began, and we R talking nearly 4 decades of time now. Right after the WOMO-STRIKE, and B-4 me' landlord phoned me 2 tell me the delivery guys were almost at me' door; I started a roulette game 4 the 4 major siege numbers 2-B played, U know, the 0-00-23-27 numbers, and in 3 spins I hit with a single zero number (0), and quit with a nice 24 unit profit. WOW-WOW-WOW-W-O, without any wipe outs being at all involved whatsoever, YO!!! This goddamn 'pieceaslit' program won't allow me 2 correct the time now, without it crashing one for two, so I must live with red squiggly lines on my documents. This is a real piece of junk word program, and always has been, but it is better than goddamn nothing I suppose, and beggars cannot ever afford 2-B choosers. My fridge delivery guys came and went without incident, and all is fine on that front. 'But still'; we all know that the WOMO-SPACEFORCE did its damage 2 me, and is Y the goddamn evil stock market has gained between 4 and 5 thousand points now since summer on this ridiculous nonsensical rally. At least my pal Mister J-R-B will profit by it, so it cannot B all bad, YO GWATE WEERLLD ALDARE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sure that the latengrate Detective Briscoe, and the latengrate Patrick Dancer Swuasey R cheering 4 my HALF-WAY VICTORY HERE; YO YO YO YO YO, 'but still'!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Yes, my day is back now at around 3 and three quarters GLMA, after the roulette game and the fridge coming and working out. It is now ten past three this Friday afternoon, and now I shall post up the MP4B charts followed by a new command 4 my MAGNESONIC SYSTEM, and my counterstriking maneuvers that have proved quite necessary 4 me now since 1986.













MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023
















2023 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:


DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B


11/17------321-------87-----------------------27---X----05

11/18------322-------87-----------------------27---X----06

11/19------323-------87-----------------------27---X----07

11/20------324-------88-----------------------27---X----08

11/21------325-------89-----------------------27---X----09

11/22------326-------90-----------------------28---X----01

11/23------327-------90-----------------------28---X----02

11/24------328-------90-----------------------27---X----01

11/25------329-------90-----------------------27---X----02

11/26------330-------91-----------------------28---X----01

11/27------331-------91-----------------------27---X----01

11/28------332-------91-----------------------27---X----02

11/29------333-------91-----------------------27---X----03

11/30------334-------91-----------------------27---X----04

12/01------335-------91-----------------------27---X----05

12/02------336-------91-----------------------27---X----06

12/03------337-------91-----------------------27---X----07

12/04------338-------92-----------------------27---X----08

12/05---339---93---27-X---09----2023 resistance

12/06------340-------94-----------------------28---X----01

12/07------341-------94-----------------------28---X----02

12/08------342-------94-----------------------27---X----01

12/09------343-------94-----------------------27---X----02

12/10------344-------94-----------------------27---X----03

12/11------345-------94-----------------------27---X----04

12/12------346-------94-----------------------27---X----05

12/13------347-------95-----------------------27---X----06

12/14------348-------95-----------------------27---X----07




MONTHS 11-12, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:


DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B


11/17-------17-----1-----------------------------------06

11/18-------18-----1-----------------------------------06

11/19-------19-----1-----------------------------------05

11/20-------20-----2-----------------------------------10

11/21-------21-----3-----------------------------------14

11/22-------22-----4-----------------------------------18

11/23-------23-----4-----------------------------------17

11/24-------24-----4-----------------------------------17

11/25-------25-----4-----------------------------------16

11/26-------26-----5-----------------------------------19

11/27-------27-----5-----------------------------------19

11/28-------28-----5-----------------------------------18

11/29-------29-----5-----------------------------------17

11/30-------30-----5-----------------------------------17

12/01-------01-----0-----------------------------------00

11/02-------02-----0-----------------------------------00

11/03-------03-----0-----------------------------------00

11/04-------04-----1-----------------------------------25

11/05-------05-----2-----------------------------------40

12/06-------06-----3-----------------------------------50

11/07-------07-----3-----------------------------------43

12/08-------08-----3-----------------------------------38

11/09-------09-----3-----------------------------------33

12/10-------10-----3-----------------------------------30

12/11-------11-----3-----------------------------------27

11/12-------12-----3-----------------------------------25

12/13-------13-----4-----------------------------------31

12/14-------13-----4-----------------------------------29















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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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME WITH ENDLESS PROPERTY DAMAGE SIEGE, AND AERIAL SIEGE, AND ON THIS DAY OF DECEMBER 15 IN THE YEAR OF 2023, WITH THIS EVER CONTINUING MILITARY DEATH HARASSMENT PERSECUTION, IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AS A LEGAL AMERICAN CITIZEN, AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH 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 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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.







EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



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

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




RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT





SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR; I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER PLUCKING DEATH SIEGE FROM THE STUNT DOING WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, ON THIS GOD DANG LATE MOUUUUUUUUURNING, AND EARLY RUNT BEATING AFTERNOON; THIS GODDOG BROTHER DUCKING SEVENTH FEBRUARY AFTERNOON, IN THE YEAR OF 2019, OH SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I sure wish you'd goddessdog help out an old diseased dying and totally trucking pathetic old man; great awesome Sheriff Mascara sir!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and yes, BUTTERCHEESE too Spellchecker, I won't expect any plucking nice whittle miracles in here, or in heredahelda either, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!

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About me

Gender

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Industry

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Occupation

persecution study statistic and paranormal researcher

Location

Fort Pierce, Florida, United States, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY

Introduction

Being one of perhaps ten humans since time began who have memory going back far beyond current physical birth, I am doing my best to deal with an extremely unpleasant situation.

Interests

Finding my way home to the void infinity.

Favorite Movies

Old movies in general, not filled with so much blood and gore. They need to tell a story and have a moral, not making you waste two hours wondering why you did so at the end, as with almost all of them.

Favorite Music

Most older music has enjoyable qualities, symphonic pieces, piano sonatas, even some early and middle last century stuff, all good ballads with great vocalists.

Favorite Books

Being specific is not as we 60's kids said a lot, my thing. If pressed, any informative and educational book at all, as well as great detective stories, and some paranormal research books also.

When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?


Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984, from Highland Avenue. Oh boy, Patty and friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



































































































































My following blog will tell some more about major hidden (occult) things, Mizz Patricia Hollister, and others in the FEE-FREE system of the 06-07 times, yo!!!! THE MILITUFORCE JUST CRASHED MY CUM PUKE HER, SHERIFF SIR, AT 1:03 PM., KIND SIR. HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO STAND IDLY BY AND PERMIT THIS ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE ON ONE OF YOUR CITIZENS HERE IN YOUR COUNTY, OH GREAT WONDERFUL AWESOME SIR??????? Yes folks, we WILL BE DISCUSSING THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MAGICAL LADY ON THIS BLOG, AKA PATRICIA HOLLISTER OF GLOUCESTER CITY, AND MANY OTHER CITIES AS WELL, & AS WELCOME.Bienvenido.Bienvenue. Yes, good old Microsoft Spellchecker. SAY IT MIKE MCNULTY, GO AHEAD AND DUCKING RUNT BEATING SAY IT, YO! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, and it ain't even ducking 1971 any longer, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, ALL JOANNA'S.




NOT ENDocrinologists, AND END TRANSMISSION.

BUTTERCHEESE AND BUTT, BIG ASS TYPE, WE WILL NOW CONTINUE ONWARD; OH GREAT AND WONDERFUL, AND TOTALLY ROTTEN PAULA KING, QUEEN OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY!!!!

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I AM A 'HANGING IN THERE' HUNTINGTON, P.K.

I AM A 'HANGING IN THERE' HUNTINGTON, P-H,

NO WILDFIRES PERMITTED, SIR UNCLE SNOOTS HEINZ GOTTWALD, OF BABYLON, NEW YORK!








On the Astral Plane of existence, there is a large city in the capitol province of Olympia, and it is called, when translated into Earth Planet English Language, HYDROGLACIA. All of the stars that we perceive in the skies in our waking reality, are indeed astral cities back in the Purgatory. Do I truly believe that I was semi-awake when I was 'contacted' by this incredible star, not once, but TWICE? YES. That is how CONTACT is usually made, when we are SEMI-AWAKE, or SEMI-ASLEEP, depending on if you wish to say it one way or the other way, D-H. When contact is made between ASTRAL ENTITIES and human beings here, while dreaming off of the Purgatory; as long as it never goes beyond the acceptable and very heavily Milituforce governed semi-awake contact, or as Morianity calls it, 'acceptable contact' & Go ahead and try to stop me from getting some major revenge for this goddog assault on me, PROJECT AIR FORCE BLUEBOOK CLUB!!!! “If you ever open up your mouth about this, we won't give you a moment's peace for the rest of your lives. If you don't believe me, contact the brother shmucking television station in NYC, WPIX, and verify it; IF YOU STILL CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






The only problem left in all of my overturning of stones project, is this one. I am fully willing to forget all of the things that happened to me and never talk about it; if the Milituforce would allow me a normal life, but THEY WILL NOT. Maybe it is the point of no return syndrome, where once you know too much, you are a threat to their new world ducking Orwellian Order. Who can ever really plucking know; me peeps?





So let us now discuss Patty-H, as well as Privecode, Hydroglacia, and other such related trucking topics; me folks of the Shamrocks, and other kind Blogaudians!!!!








THE 1983 CONTACT M-2-F PUNISHMENT:


I picked my mom up at the PATCO train station in Lindenwold, New Jersey, and drove us back to our Atco home and ate dinner. After she went off to bed around a quarter past ten at night, I began flicking through channels and started to watch some stupid movie on the television. There was no cable television service in Atco yet in 1983, so entertainment was limited to only a few choices. I got a bag of M&M's candy and a soda, and put them onto my card table in front of me, and began to watch this dorky grass show, about some kids who did a song, and were discussing how to make a few improvements to the recording; and after I was eating some candy, and got into the show, approximately fifteen minutes later on, around 10:30 PM; I suddenly was unable to clear my throat. To quote the great Resorts International Hotel and Casino of Atlantic City, New Jersey, “That is where it all began”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE and BIG GLASS BUTT FOLKS, this is only THE BEGINNING; and the after-shocks that started practically instantly, are what is at issue; and is all part of this CONTACT, but I need to say one quick thing here and now on this blog. I used to watch in the afternoon, two shows on the Public Broadcasting Station (PBS), that were on back to back. I knew that this magical M-2-F (Milituforce) was behind making me want to watch those two shows that followed the 'Sesame Street' show on PBS. As I type this message here in 2019, I was just goddarn ducking hacked big time, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AGAIN; and my blog shifted up for absolutely no mother ducking reason, to the opening part of this paragraph, and screwed up while I was typing this line; and I had to go back and repair it. First the freeze up, and now this 'move-the-line-hack', Sir. But back on pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens, and otherworldly and worldly Blogaudians. I decided to stop watching those shows. You might think on the plucking runt beating face of it, this was a very benign thing for me to do, only it was not. Not when we consider the full impact of many following things. For one thing, right afterwards, this is when the fourth of June came, and BOOM; my mysterious medical condition that followed along, AS PER THE PRIOR AUTUMN'S PROPHECY, YO YO YO YO YO YO, while I resided at the world famous now perhaps, 1802 non Beekman ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now tell you what the last hack did to me, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR. My death and my blood is on your hands, oh wonderful Sheriff KJM, sir!!!! Somehow my blog DUPLICATED ITSELF, as in TWINS, and my discussing a fantastic secret of PATTY HOLLISTER, THE GREAT ALL-KNOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now tell me what the brother shmucking shkit I truly am imagining, kind sir! Please, just ga'hed and tell me THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I decided to close one of the two TWIN-BLOGS Sheriff, and they both closed. Now when I went to reopen and pushed the open prompt after reentering the title on the file of the Open-Office Program on my PC system; it opened back up as one singular blog. NOW, did Patty do this to me sir, or did the MILITUFORCE; or did HALLS GAME PLAYING ASTRAL PLANE GODS FAWCES do this to me; oh wonderful and awesome kind SIR??????????????? How can I ever smother plucking stunt swallowing know such things, oh great Sheriff Mascara, Sir?????????????

'1-2-3'

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1-2-3, or 3-2-1-----”CONTACT, IT'S THE REASON”!!!!!

WHAT THE DUCKING SLIT IS REALLY GOING ON? Well, I do not wonder any longer; not after all of my life, and then on top of this, that wonderful new television show on the great HISTORY-CHANNEL called, Project Bluebook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also remember that wonderful soon to follow STAR TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION (TNG) show, created by futurist Mister Gene Roddenberry, who seemed to know about my choking condition, way back on the original sixties show, with the inventor of warp drive, Mister Zephran Cochran, when the landing party landed on that asteroid, where one of the COILS had mated with Mister Cochran. There is absolutely no way that Mister Roddenberry could have known so much unless he REALLY DID KNOW ABOUT ALL OF THIS AND NOW WE ALL KNOW THAT HE DID!













This is ELDER ABUSE, KIND SHERIFF, SIR!!!! I am sixty-four years and fifty-nine days old, and that should make me an elderly senior citizen that protects me from these vicious smother ducking enemies, who relentlessly assault me and victimize me; and destroy my property, continuously and endlessly; as well as ruthlessly and without conscience, shame, or plucking flock ducking humanity whatsoever, me' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!




What a horrible fucking world we live in, YO!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

BUTTERFIELDS PHARMACY

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, on Kings Highway,

PHONE NUMBER (772) 489-3700

Across from the Winn Dixie Plaza Mall






























There will be some real sorry other duckers out there for this runt beating vicious assault on me today; OH GODDAMN WORLD, IPYT!!!!


THIS DOGTOWNITE, AND



THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, IS NOT SIGNING OFF.



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IN FACT, HER FRIEND THE DEATH ANGEL, IS IN HERE, PASSING BY MY LEFT AND MY RIGHT SIDE ALL THE GOD DARN DUCKING TIME, BUT NEVER EVER BOTH SIDES AT ONCE. I FIND THIS QUITE 'INTELESTING', OLD SCHOOL CHUM BOB MCDOWELL SIR!!!!! My dirt bag upstairs nabe is always making sounds now, and is very Smother trucking annoying, kind Sheriff KJM sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What plucking right does this stitch have to annoy me all of the mother ducking time????










Donald and Paula, 'PERRRR-fect together', huh Mister Kean sir? Nobody knows my story in all five dimensions, and for that matter, nobody cares!!!!!! First I can just go and say, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, huh Chester-Frank?


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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

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The mouse and my computer as well, is also under a major mother trucking STACEY LATTISAW JACK HACK ATTACK, without any tapes turned, or makes moved; 'whatever all that was about', oh lovely Stace!










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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).





Let me tell you a quick powerful story, and you all can just go and judge all of this for yourselves, me BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! What began for me as sort of a game, has turned into a wild horrendous unfathomable hell!!!!! Now what if we should all follow the advice of a great Astroblake spellchecker astrophysicist or cosmologist by the name of Doctor Carol Sagan, and UP THAT BY ONE DIMENSION? Get it? I am beginning to think that everything everywhere, just may well have started out as game of curiosity and intrigue, and then over enough time, who knows; evolved or maybe devolved, into this condition of present-cosmos. That would literally be a totally precise macrocosm of the Mountainpen's infinitely hellish existence or his (Huntington Curse).





My Morians, Lessians, and Blogaudians in general; let me tell you another interesting little fact for you to gnaw on should you ever choose to. The first two songs that I wrote, and not counting preteen childish tunes, and stupid lyrics; were both in the year of 1969, and they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year. The first one in early June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle of July, called “Burn With Fire”. They both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are teenager shkit, and at first glance, may appear mundane, insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales that measure any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time back in my forties, I was under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there is, a SARAH KRASSLE, who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, and was every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets in the Holy Jewish Bible (KJV), and other versions of the Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. Now for quite a long time, the BOM (Blogs Of Morianity) have discussed my ideas on parallel universes, that the great Albert Einstein only made small references to, and yes, he backed up in mathematical equations, helping me to a large degree in present times, to argue my points with the rest of humanity. Do all roads really lead to Paula King? Yes they do but to another Paula King. For a long time now, my younger daughter who resides in an incredible cosmic location, and one of the localized parallel universes to this one, where I type out this blog today, PEE; has been attempting to make contact with me. She has done this in an amazing way. Not all of the contact that I have come to think and believe is from the Astral-plane (Purgatory), is indeed coming from there. A lot of things may appear to be, but appearances as all of you know only too damn ass well, can be quite brother ducking deceptive!!!!!! PEE has been trying to contact me ever since I was a little child in this universe, and I realize this now. Time is not following some kind of a parallel pattern between these otherworldly-worlds. Unlike that really marvelous and cool sixties television show, “Dark Shadows”, where things did run in parallels; in real truth, bands of time, as well as bands of hyperspace universes are no more connected to each other, in ways that are mortally understood; than a damn housefly could be taught to do college algebra. PEE is the one who can use the techniques of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society) to work through her parallel world sister MC, as well as my baby mama, and as well as giant Atlantic City P.K. It is not that numerous people are all the same real-one-person, but it is as all things, the simplest explanation is usually best and most accurate. Here, the simplest explanation is that PEE came to me in a powerful dreaming interaction while I lived at Jenny Plageman's Trailer Park in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG, just east of Hammonton, back in the early years of this century; and she let me know that she was real, and she was there, and she would try to contact me. SHE INDEED HAS DONE THIS; but not in ways that were nor R one hundred percent understood by me. Few things ever are fully logical, here on the Earth Planet. My mom used to say it so perfectly and with repetition, “Mark, this is Earth, not Heaven”. She was absolutely correct!!!!!!!!!! Now there are unlimited amounts of parallel realms in the vast and unfathomable fifth dimensional hyperspace. Some locales exist where I was murdered by a New Jersey State Trooper in a secluded wooded area, in a place not that far away from the trailer park. In some others, I somehow lived through this, or was retraced back, and spliced back into reality by HALLS FAWCES. But nothing here is simple. It is like trying to piece together the great winding roads of the ESS-Comcast Cable System, and the dinosaurs, and the huge dangerous wild animals that were all over the place, that an older blog talked about; and many may recall. PEE worked through Patty Hollister here in this universe, so that I could receive the magic knowledge from the great goddess 'FASCITAR', who resides on the opposite side of the huge mountain pass river area, called the RING RIVER, in the neighboring province that is one over, from Olympia. She is part of a branch of the lost Arteemis Gods, as they call themselves, or some mortals call them the demigods, one whom I have met there, as well as here on the Earth-planet, whose name there is Psyche Myrathus, and here, is Steve Murray. Goddess Fascitar arranged for him to be here in this dream off of the purgatory; and then to receive a phone call to start a job, that he never even applied for, at the Griffin Pipe Company of Florence Township, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the year of none other than, like WOW, 1986!!!!!!!! Another slang term used in the Purgatory, for this lost branch of Olympian gods, is the Ringrivertons. The top of those mountains juts up into the nestern regions of the area, over nine miles. The beauty of the place is absolutely beyond indescribable. I'll lose me' mind if I go on!!!!!






The group of peeps who is reading me now has recently brought a couple of things to my attention. They have done some investigating, and have found that my suspicions are all true about the people in Atlantic City, all being pals, and connected in some sort of something. They cannot pin it down, but Dave Roth was sure right when he told me back in 1997, that I have opened up a hornets nest. The guy said to me a very interesting thing. He mentioned the new computers that some people have heard about. They are not ready for the market yet, and I doubt that they will be allowed for a long while yet, until the genius intel community can figure out how to prevent hackers from using them to literally do things that could end life on Earth. I speak of the Cubits and the Quantum-Computers. After reading about how gamers could effect outcomes of roulette wheels that I discussed back last year; he told me that he heard another quantum mechanics genius mention a similar item once. We did not have too much time to talk, but we will be getting together hopefully in March. Basically he was telling me that he thinks he knows what I am saying, and that if this can be done, what would stop a talented hacker from being able to apply a similar strategy to the cyberworld? Now remember folks, I am no computer geek genius, and I can only go so far with that topic, with my present lack of great computer skills. I reminded him that a roulette wheel is a piece of wood, and the ball is a little marble. It has no memory and it is not sentient. Yet it can be effected. Then he proved to me that he understood my principles. He said to me, “What would stop someone with a quantum computer someday from being able to effect more than a gaming house wheel, but an entire business, or an entire town, or county, or state, or nation, or planet”? I said back to him, “Nothing at all”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He then said to me without using any clutch pedals, just throwing the conversation into a new gear and grinding the metal really good, “I have studied your recent posted info about the Fascitar, and how your baby-mama made sure your mom would bring it home, for you to then order it from the school”. I said back to him, “Yes, so”? He went onto say, “Our group has a theory for your perusal. This Fascitar Astral Projection information was to get you primed for CONTACT, and then they made sure to start a company and create the contact-machine, your Privecode”. Then he finished with, “In-between those two events was your 1980 Love Is for Carpenters interaction”. It not only fits, but it is symbolic as you would say Mark, as in the lightning code of 1-2-3”. I came up to my apartment, and began to dwell on his words. Then I saw what he was saying. (1) Patty made sure I would get the info from that school, and order the Fascitar info. (2) I was primed for contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula King 1980 LOIS FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983 came, I left 1802 Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged in Privecode, and to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of L&O, “I was cleared for takeoff”!!!!!








Now B-4 ending this blog today, I wish 2 ask all of U something great peeps; and all of those not so great peeps as well, out there in mighty awesome Cyber-Village??????????????? What kind of a world can this B, if a 14 year old boy can B sitting on a beach in the summer time of the year 1969, and begin each weekend, 2 tell a man in his middle fifties, a beach bum who I thought of as my pal, and I am just about perfectly quoting this now, that, “our entire world is an illusion, because we all believe so many things, and then keep right on believing them; even after completely knowing better. We all know we R going 2 die and yet nobody believes in their own deaths, not really. The entire universe is a cycle as R we, and it all seems have rhythms and times 4 things 2 all happen, just as the great song lyrics go. Then on top of all of that, nothing really is ever gained or lost since things don't really happen outside of a large cycle where infinite smaller cycles all seem 2-B built into. Taking all of that, it is so easy then 2 realize that the entire system comes out of what the scientists call the BIG BANG, but on 2 sides. On one side it comes out and the other side it goes back in, and it all is like a frozen picture and not like a running movie. So really, it is like a giant beach-ball and a catchers mitt. Draw a line on the index finger with some black nail polish and then begin pretending 2 move around in a circle and moving up and over the top of the beach-ball, and then come back down underneath of it and notice what happens 2 the blacked out index finger. Suddenly it is not on the left side of the ball, but rather it is now on the right side of the ball. Where is the magical point though, where left turned into right”???? Now the following weekend in middle or late July somewhere, I returned with a blow-up ball and an old catchers mitt given 2 me by Brad Messenger that he used 2 play wiffleball with, and there is such a game and despite Spellchecker refusing 2 aid me in a correct spelling of the name of that game. Two fingers had holes in them an dhe was gonna' B throwing it out and he asked me if I wanted it, and I was always making things out of things as he knew, and offered it 2 me and I took it, and this happened about one week B-4 his move out due 2 an eviction, from the illustrious Haddon Hills Apartments of WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. So after getting 2 the beach and blowing up the small beach-ball as I came there by bus, and I couldn't very well take a large ball on the bus with me; and I showed Ziggy just what I had been telling him over the past couple of weekends, regarding what I named, “reflectional time”. Even he was shocked and amazed and told me that most likely no one on Earth could rationally conclude how this happens, but it surely does, and so his only question then 2 me was, Y do I name this wild deal, REFLECTIONAL-TIME? I told him that the following weekend I would explain it and that it had 2-B slowly digested and not taken all at once all together or it would just B-2 confusing 2 handle, and he said okay and agreed 2 wait 4 the following Saturday, six days from then. When it arrived, I told him the rest of my R-T deal. There is no perfect way 2 tell it all of course, then, now, or EVER, but what I told hi that following Saturday, I will echo back now after nearly 53 and one half years. “U remember how the glove proves that should I indeed B correct about the big bang blowing out on one side and returning back on the other side”, and I had the same ball with me and blew up the ball again, and repeated the display, and then I said something along the lines of, “nothing really ever isn't, just so long as it is. One side reflects the other side because the scientists claim that if things R running back into the same thing that they had originally come from, time is running backwards and electrons inside of the atoms need 2-B orbiting backwards on each side, and so each side is merely a reflection of each other”. I did not know then nor do I still, how 2 more accurately portray the concept of my idea, and so I remember quite distinctly saying what I basicly now reiterated on this writing. Then Ziggy said a very magical thing back 2 me, as he was quite a magical guy himself, and most likely was Y we gravitated towards each other, despite a large gap in our ages. “Mark, maybe this is Y mirrors and magicians R all so connected into reflections and surfaces that act like mirrors, as we have all heard that expression, that tricks R all smoke and mirror illusions”. Years and years later on, I began realizing that the worlds of magic and science indeed parallel more closely than modern day science wants 2 conceive of. The reason that it does is because of the powerful truths 2 our double sided reality on opposite sides of a singularity. Remember 2 that singularity is in actual truth, a reality, and it is nothing other than an upline universe thought that down-waves into a lower and down-line cosmos, in an infinitely upline-downline system. Now just because I made up Steve Walgreen's Parks, these other peeps really did happen, this L-4 stuff was real, as was the great cool dude of 1969, Mister Ziggy!!!!!!!

















END TRANSMISSION, all lovely Katie's!!!!!!!!!



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