SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0291
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
DATE AND TIME FILE: CH-0291-122211.963
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2011
I SWEAR UNDER OATH THESE WORDS ARE ALL
THE TOTAL TRUTH SO HELP ME SSJK, AND ON MY
CITIZENSHIP OF THE UNITED STATES AS A DIRECT
DESCENDANT HUNTINGTON.
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“THE SIXTH DIMENSION IN THE PERSPECTIVE
OF DOCTOR 99TH CONGRESS CORAL SAGAN”.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I believe an 'I TOLD YOU SO' is in order, my giant lovely GINA, my wonderful queen of the nineties. As you told me when you broke my arm in that arm wrestle, now I tell you, and all others reading these words on the internet system; the 'DOW JOMES' has indeed gained half of a thousand points this week, as a direct parallel-event result of persecuting the living crap out of fucking me last weekend, and again as this week came in.
Today, the butt wipe across the hall nabes were annoying, and have been this week, with super loud yelling in the hallways, super loud door slamming, especially yesterday fucking afternoon; and I am thinking of recording it, and leaving a copy at the office; only it would most likely be a total waste of my time in this roach infested poverty hotel. I contacted maintenance as per the lease instructions, that roaches are very bad, as well as water not draining out in my bathtub, and all week they have done nothing. Maybe due to the holidays the list is long, but I may try calling them again; all you can do is leave the message, no human contact; it reminds me of GOOGLE, and other similar 21st century stupidities.
SJ-CH-0291-SUB-0002:
Unconscious collective of humanity, I command you to hear me. Feel pity and take pity upon me, for my yoke is heavy, and my burden is quite severe. I am in the hands of merciless evil enemies, who want to destroy me in body and spirit, just as before, when I existed through the energetic beingness of King David, my direct grandfather, through the Huntington/Stuart lineage. My heart is heavy and weary. I am being persecuted relentlessly without a cause. I only ask of the world, some belief that I do not have any reason whatsoever to make up an incredible story such as the one told by this long blog of six plus years now. Begin to open up your mind and heart, and see that all of this is totally true and totally real. For those of you who practice religious faith, pray for me. For those of you who know it is true and are scared of the unknown forces that are responsible, just agree silently that I am being truthful and then silently despise this wickedness with passionate fervor. I ask only this, nothing more. But should any brave soul anywhere know deep down that they should not stand idly by when they are partially responsible for my demise and miseries, then, let them feel the shame and the sorrow that indeed they should, for not rendering comfort and aid, to the meek, and to the downtrodden. For now this ends what I want to say covertly through electronic metaphysics, and ends this sub-chapter 0002.
In closing out, strange things are going on with peeps around me, again folks, SOSO-WEIN, SSDD? Not one thing happening is really all that new, it merely is all recycled garbage junk that a warped and twisted force is, and has all along; been using; to endlessly torment and torture the innocent, who do not agree with this world, and its corrupt and immoral filthy system. Not that long back, in one of the Harvest classes, we all were asked one by one, if we envied anybody. When it was my turn, I said absolutely not. How can I envy anyone who does not see, does not hear, will not accept powerful incredible truth, and is controlled totally like a helpless automaton; and this goes higher than the Donald, and even our President; and you name the person? They all disbelieve a certain truth that my song from 1983 talks about, and this is a biblical scripture, as I did not make it up and then decide to label it Morianity, or claim it as mine; despite copyrighting the song in the late spring time of 1983. The lyric I refer to is, “They think they're driving the car of their life, never knowing their eyes cannot see”.
Taking this one lyric in this one song that I wrote and copyrighted in 1983, that the mighty Resorts Casino of Atlantic City, obviously loved so much, and were effected so greatly by; as why else would they have pulled that 'PA-teasing deal' on that day when Jim Burr and I were there at the roulette table; and expanding all of this to merge in with the philosophies expressed, when the 99th Congress of the United States; was visited by the famous and now late Doctor Carol Sagan; we will merely abridge and compress it all, while attempting to retain as much subject meat as is humanly possible. He was trying to describe dots painted on the outside of a large balloon, and then blowing it up, comparing this to our expanding cosmos, and then also adding in, and I'll quote this great mind of the recent past; “now up this by one dimension”. As soon as he said this short phrase, as the cameras sort of zoomed in at the various members of the congress sitting all around him and intently listening to his words, it was obvious to anyone carefully scrutinizing things, that the entire bunch of them were all mentally and silently going, DUH?????
What you need to do is try and work through what he was asking them to do, while comparing this balloon to our universe. Then, Forget this simple stuff, as I will need to start out beyond all of this, so try and act like you are watching over as sort of a god or something, and let my words be your blue ray player and you are watching my words as a movie in your home while you now read on. Let me do the best I can here, as it is all I can do folks, sorry Bruce Pennock, I am only a human, I'm not perfect. Not now, not then in the early seventies; and not any time soon to come, I'm quite positive, YO.
I am sitting someplace, and I am thinking about a vacation place, and a special person that I knew from there, and then I will go on with my life, and have millions of other thoughts and actions, until my life eventually physically ends. However, that thought, as all thoughts, are a very magical element, that are not understood one tiny bit by 2012 humanity. Thought down-lines. All thought travels into a down-line. If you know anyone who ever worked with Amway or Tupperware, they can perhaps help you relate to just what I mean when I discuss up-line or down-line. One thought or wave of this unknown energy, creates a down-lined hydrogen ion particle program, of a sort. This in other words, is an entire universe and within it, really many parallel ones all in the same wavelength, or a multiverse, and all the things in this multiverse, all derive from this up-line thought. When Sarah Krassle from up-line, had this one thought of me, she then went on with her life up-line, or will, only our entire 5th dimensional system will never be a part of that, because inside this one thought is our entire 64 trillion light year cosmos, or the particle downline equivalent to this up-line thought wave. This is way more than asking you to mentally up this balloon by a dimension. This is asking you to up it by an entire line-cycle. The 5th dimension is too large for all of the mathematics in the universe to ever properly handle, and the 6th dimension containing all of thought, is infinitely vaster and huger than the 5th. Still, I ask that you all just try to crawl around in all of this, as this is my nightmare. This is my hell. This is why I never started, and why I will never stop, and neither will you, only in your ignorant bliss, you do not know, and you do not care. Wow, lucky you. Still, do I envy your ignorance, and would I go back to the darkness of not knowing this powerful and inconceivable truth? Not in a freaking googleplex millenniums.
Two more things need to be added here, Ziggy, old 1969 non building and loan pal. Yes, I knew in 1969 that light is the reflection of time, but I did confuse Central Pier with the boardwalk, especially where the beach and the pier are only separated by a cramped tiny space as you get closer to the boardwalk from underneath, starting at the water's edge. I also never understood why that lovely girl named Patricia, that first Saturday in July, stayed in my mind all summer; and then was finally around middle December, forgotten all about. Still, the next night, her memory was replaced with a powerful interaction that stayed front and center in my mind for 10 and a half years until the next one came, where I first heard in this mortal life as me, the song sung by no angel, but Goddess Scylla HERSELF, called, “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS”.
I know I ask the world to believe an incredible story, and I also am asking a very special brown eyed girl, to as well; but that is my problem, because, I know it is all true. I lived through this unfathomable experience, and without any gawky professors, or Advanced Robotics classes from the Holly.
END TRANNY!!
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