SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0328
4:08 PM-EST, MONDAY AFTERNOON
JANUARY 30, 2012
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“SATAN IS RELELNTLESSLY ATTACKING MY SOUL”
BEGINNING:
I am going through continuous constant unrelenting mother fucking cunt eating hellfire, my peeps. It just won't fucking stop. SATAN will not stop fucking with me. It began at a time, too perfectly timed beyond any chance of it being coincidental, at least in my opinion, and Michelle Daniels may have hated my fucking guts back at the studio in 1980, but she did entitle me to my fucking opinion, may the freaking gods bless her wonderful twisted fucking heart.
I broke my stones at my job today, Florida is hot here on the southeastern coast, and all day, as though this bitch was reading my fucking mind, all I wanted to do was to get home and take an icy cold fucking bath. But the minute I tried to do this, hollering and banging was all over, and within a minute or so, maintenance men were right in my mother fucking apartment, telling me there is a leak and I need to shut the water off in the fucking bathroom. There went my nice enjoyment that I had been looking so fucking forward to, all fucking day long. It is not that I'm not willing to work hard and plant seeds, but POPE, this reap and sow thing, I personally can and WILL attest to, is THE BIGGEST CROCK OF FUCKING BULLSHIT ON THIS PLANET. WHJAT BOTHERS ME MORE THAN ALL OF THIS FUCKING COW-CRAPM ALL COMBINED AND QUANTUM JUMPED, is that peeps look at one isolated shit eating thing with me, such as this event, and go, “Oh poor you, you little jerk off complaining baby”, never even trying to understand that this goes on with me in my fucked up cursed fucking life, 24/7/365/2422, no break, no bad boys, no white boys, and no cops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST E$NDLESS FGUCKING HELL, and I have decided to go get my meds tomorrow, take a major sup-er fucking overdose, and hope for the fucking best. I hope for your sake, PP things all work out for you. You deserve it man, you've gone through some shit yourself, and especially after coming into mother fucking contact with this putrid cursed HUNTINGTON FAMILY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll be god dam dead by tomorrow late afternoon, I just cannot stand any more. I am harassed day and night by creditors, I have judgments against me as a result, and none of this would have happened if not for that horrible Dawn and Ann and the rest of this total twistedness. I was managing my bills and credit until they forced me in to living with them, and took over my entire life and world, ruining my credit forever, when ?i had just worked so fucking cunt hard to get it good again and was on my way to straightening it out after my declaring a huge 340 thousand dollar chapter seven bankruptcy in the summer time of 2005. I plant all good seeds, and THE BIBLE IS NOTHING BUT ONE HUGE FUCKING LIE FOR ME, IT ALWAYS WAS, AND ALWAYS FUCKING WILL BE. It says to sow good seeds and try hard and be good to people, and life will take care of itself, and all life ever has been as a result of my trying so very hard, for me; is beyond total fucking shit cubed. As I speak, my dirt bag stereo neighbor is starting to blare away at me, ANOTHER ATTACK FROM SATAN, HIS FUCKED UP KINGDOM, AND HIS FUCKED UP ASS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What amazes me is the lack of CHEMTRAILS. It is as if the enemy has only so much energy that it can expend against me, and today this energy was needed to do other fucking things.
One thing is for sure, I'll be better fucking off dead, and by tomorrow night, it will be curtains for fucking me, good riddance you sick evil ass world.
Things worsened for me after meeting my daughter in Manhattan in early August in 1986. I am talking big time times the cube of infinity. Then they worsened again after the Carlisle trip, the hypnosis, and the search to find SSJKK, ten years later, then less than twelve years after that, my ship was sunk forever in 2008. Paula king had not meant for me to last and survive past that point, the trouble was that I did, for another four mother fucking years nearly. Still there was one final worsening of shit for fucking me folks, and I know beyond the shit hole shadow of a trillion trillion trillion mother-fucking doubts, that I am not imagining any of this, or the precise timing of it either. This was when last autumn, my favorite time traveler, Archie; decided that he could do no wrong. I was not the one cheating, you were, yet I get the fucking penalty. You really gotta' love this mother fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE FOLKS, RIGHT????????? Right after dogs being sent to their Harry Potter houses for sorting or whatever; things really changed for me. I was relatively OK here at this PA Building at 7th and B here in fort fucking Hotpierce, Florida, USAESMWG, and I hgad no real complaints about the building. It all began with a strange woman who sort of resembles that lovely woman that was on the old “Style” Network a lot in the middle of the past decade, I believe her name was CEECEE, in any event, it is not her, just a look-alike, and she would make a point of getting onto an elevator when she saw me out of her window obviously in the parking lot and coming from my car towards the building, and she timed it so we would meet at the lobby area, and then she had someone call her on her cellphone, and the ring-tone was different things that my daughter had done through the years. She would smirk and me and not say a word. Before this, she was friendly, and we always exchanged a pleasant hello greeting, but that all seemed to abruptly change after the dog-house days. Then it was one thing after another, and I knew it was beyond any possible chance of me imagining fucking ass shit peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Opn top of this, I also distinctly tremember atrounbd this exact time, saying something on as blog about how I hate peeps who sing along to music played in public places, as unless you have real talent, and even then; who needs to9 hear it? I posted my blog and went to my local Winn Dixie Food Store, and some young and very tall woman, brushed into me, and began singing quite loud, along with the muzak system playing on their loud speaker system. Many things started just getting worse and worse and worse, and one way to know when I get some small break or when real horrendous shit is starting up around me again, is my blogging fucking swearing vocabulary. I need to vent, and if this offends, sorry, but I cannot deal with this fucking shit, try and understand that someone or some Shitner/Shatner fucking thing, is making a total fucking career out of making me totally fucking miserable, every single mother fucking day of my cock sucking pathetic life. How would you like this to be happening to you, or to somebody that you fucking love and adore, YO? Believe me, you would watch closely, see it is not imagined, and then end up in prison for killing some people, believe me, don't fucking believe me, that's your right and entitlement, but I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, MAYBE NOT “THAT”, BUT AT LEAST FUCKING *****WHAT*****.
I ran into a spurious couple a week ago that I totally felt did not belong here. They were dressed like fucking ass millionaires, and were acting suspicious, and whispering around and making me feel extremely fucking uncomfortable throughout an entire slow elevator ride down from my floor to the lobby, so that I could exit the building, and drive my car to work last Monday. So I was not taking any chances this Monday, and decided to walk down my staircase and out the door and to my car. It is like some force MUST give me an exact amount of punishment and pummeling siege at a particular location at a certain day or time or date or whatever, because I get home today, and try to take a nice icy bath, and the rest, as you well know, is fucking ass history, folks.
Since the world and Satan won't get the fuck off of me, fine, let me let them know that I broke the Roulette code, and was indeed given the magical key into the game, by the mighty wonderful and extremely gorgeous sandbar queen of the Astral Plane, Mariloo carpenter. I will not tell exactly how many paper plays need to be waited for before actual play is signaled, nor will I go into details so that any Joe Shmo can get rich playing casino Roulette, and forcing the game to shut down, but I will say it subtly enough to show the world forces and owners such as BC and all other secret societies and other enemies of the Mountainpen; just how powerful, awesome, and totally fucking real this shit really fucking is, YO.
I mentioned in an earlier blog that the numbers most important to cosmos will always be, for cosmic reasons, number 3 and number 4. I am not tryuing tio manipulate lottery outcomes, but it is interesting how lately the Florida 3 and 4 picks, indeed are doing some strange things, such as for just one example, last night's PICK-4 Florida Lottery winning number was 3666, and my blog a number of hours earlier mentioned that if you add numbers one through 36 up together, you will arrive at the name-number of Satan the devil, to use precise scriptural language, number 666. I have been watching some real interesting shit for months now with my local lottery, with the pick-3 and the pick-4, again, 3 & 4. As for the roulette system, it utilized the powerful truth about numbers 3 and 4 being of such absolute utter importance to cosmos. Whether it be the 50/50 outside betting on any of the six possible things, RED, BLACK, ODD, EVEN, LOW, HIGH; keep track of all strings in the particular one of these six things known as “OUTSIDE BETS”. You can play them all, or a few, or only one, but it would be suggested to monitor only one or two at first until you get good at this because a small amount of math work in in fact required and needed to properly perform the task of operating this system successfully. Let me reiterate here; the main thing here, is whether STRINGS or groupings such as RRRRRRR or EEEEEEE, for (RED) or (EVEN) and so forth; are grouping as 4 or more strings when averaged, or under four, being 3. This break of either 3 or 4 is the pivotal key to this systems operation. This system is © Copyright protected as my intellectual property, and its name is also ® trademarked, you will find the name on a previous blog. You only need be concerned with strings of 3 or more, no single or double events matter one bit. All 3+ events are called a string. You need to keep track of two things as far as this is now concerned. I will do an example to illustrate what I say, but first let me verbally explain this. After so many non-green outcomes or numbers that come out at a roulette wheel that range somewhere between number-1 and number-36, a game is then signaled into play. If you are playing the RED-BETS, and you now have one string of three, four strings of four, two strings of five, and one string of seven, again, not counting double or single outcome of RED, you total up the amount of the strings, which here would be 1+4+2+1. You have a total of 8 strings of 3 or more. Now what is your total event of RED when all strings add up together into a sum? Well to make it easier through visualization, here was your play-event, with any possible green house numbers omitted for easier viewing.
RBBBRBBRBBRRBRRBBRRRBBBRRRRRRRBBBBBRRRRRBBBBBRRBBBBBBBBRRRRBBBRRBBBRBRBRBRRRRRBBBBRRRRBBRRRRBBBRRRRBRBBRBBRBBRRBBRRRR.
This is in no particular order, but at the end of this event, we do have the one string of three, the one string of seven, the two strings of five, and the four strings of four. Since the order is not allowing an easy way to just know what is needed, we keep track from the start of the RED EVENT. We need to be concerned with two numbers, and then we divided one by the other, and as long as the answer or the quotient as it is named mathematically, remains under a value of (4), we bet a certain way, believing the odds are quite high against getting many more strings of 6 or more, that will cause players to lose. The object is to wait for a string of three, and then bet on the opposite event, so with the RED-EVENT, this means you are always placing bets on black, and you double your bet up to two times, and then should you lose on the three bets made that results from a 6-string, you stop and begin at normal bet amount when it is time again to do so. Just ignore losses that come from house edge or what is termed, house-VIG. If you are betting the base bet of five dollars, your three bets are 5-10-20. When you win, that ends the particular play you are betting. Resume back to 5 when new bet is signaled. Stop at any 20 loss. The way this equation works, is that you first take all of the total RED sum that these 3+strings generate, in this case, 1 X 3, + 4 X 4, + 2 X 5, + 1 X 7. This is 3+16+10+7, and this = 36. This then is divided by the total amount of your 3+strings, so looking at the figures above, the numbers added together on the right side of the multiplication sign, becomes your top number or divisor, while the numbers added together on the left side of the multiplication sign, becomes your bottom number or dividend. If you think this is correct, YOU ARE WRONG. Examine this again. Only the left side digits are added together to create the dividend or bottom number. Your top number or divisor is the full equation just as it reads here. This is one times three, plus four times four, plus two times five, plus one times seven. This is your divisor, or number 36. Now your dividend or bottom number is the sum total of the left digits, so this would be, one plus four plus two plus one, the real total amount of strings that contain 3 or more of the same event, in this case RED-RED-RED. Now adding up this 1+4+2+1=8, your dividend bottom number. So 36 divided by 8 equals more than a 4, without even using a paper and pen, because eight fours are thirty two, right off the bat. Now unless the Q<4 is signaled after so many 1-36 number event outcomes are played out, there is no betting done on that particular one of six possible outside events, or no betting on the RED-EVENT by placing black-bets of 1-2-4. This is because, the game probability is moving at odds not favorable for the fewest possible six or more stringed outcomes to occur after you would begin playing and placing bets. You can always chart along and eventually, things can change. But when you get nice low Q<4 numbers signaled, after a particular amount of spins at a wheel; the odds are greatly in the favor of a player making a series of 3 double up bets against the string's continuation. Another way of playing, is that when the Q>4 (that is greater than, not lesser than), you can use a flat bet system of waiting for a string of three such as RRR, and making one following bet of R or RED, because the odds favor the player betting that more four or higher strings will come out, after betting begins at a Q>4 game table; than will the 3 and under strings. Never make more than one follow-bet, if it loses due to a three-string event, take the loss and move on. Again, as with playing this based on quotients under or over the magical number of ****4****, when losses are incurred due to house hits, or the 0 and 00 coming out, just ignore the loss, and make your regular bets. Most of your games will win, and by adding in the gaming and home bankroll equations talked about in many past blogs, you cannot lose.
I will tell more powerful shit if this doesn't stop, evil world. Leave me alone Apollo-Lucifer-666, you scum bag!!!!!! Diana, can't you put a non chewable muzzle on that twin freaking brother of yours, sweet honey cakes? The gods, I miss you so freaking much, my beautiful lightning. Come to me tonight, be all over your little boy, my tall luscious baby blond.
Well, time to eat my dinner and watch some freaking “Law & Order” on the old boob tube.
Bye-Bye folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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