SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0340
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2294
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
NO 4TH SUBTITLE
COPYRIGHT (2006-2012)
MORIANITY AND MOUNTAINPEN
VOLUNTARY SWORN LEGAL OATH OF TRUTH
ALL WORDS SPOKEN ARE NOT LIES,
EXAGGERATIONS, OR FABRICATIONS
DATE AND TIME FILE: CH-0340-022012.582
BEGIN ILLUSION:
I am glad we are at the agreement point where I feel that I can type in 'begin and end' ILLUSION, because time and space while in five dimensional waking life in hyperspace, is only as real as the dimensions are, and when compared to our larger self out beyond that needs no dimensional existence, some think of this larger outside self as our 'soul', the time or the space inside of these five dimensions of post-atomic-size, are not real at all. This in fact is why I told the Copyright Office in 1983, that when one second is compared with infinity, there would be no difference whatsoever in the comparison, if one million years was compared, so then what really is the difference between that one second or that one million years? Also, we can apply a distance using space dimension rather than time dimension. Comparing one inch with infinity and one light year with infinity, results in exactly the same answer, so what then, really is the difference? We will get back to this a lot more in many upcoming blogs, because it is so relevant and pertinent, to things that will be talked about in them.
The uncouth neighbors who shout and slam doors outside in the hallways are very bad again, early afternoons every day, and late in the morning being the peak time of their ignorant crude activity. I think that all the apartments are part of a single family, and this is how they got around the lease deal, I could be wrong, but that would explain a lot of stuff that is happening to me, right down to Ann King's stuff getting stolen that she says she sent to me over the Christmas Holidays. Stealing these tapes and CD's, making me physically ill, screwing me out of my long awaited holiday cheer music that I looked forward to for so long, and all this taken together, abnd if anyone can tell me straight faced, that this is all just happening to me and not part of any organized plot or conspiracy, than you merely are a hopeless case as far as I am concerned, and you know, I wish I could force you to trade places with me for five years, of course you never could handle my life, and would commit suicide, but you would then know that these blogs are true and real, and nothing whatsoever is made up within them just for sake of effect.
What I now will tell is off the scales in its own right and has never ever been talked about beyond the aspect of the television show called, “Law and Order”. Last night on the science-channel, cable number 110 on the Fort Pierce, Florida line up system, Sam Waterston starred in a great one hour show called Stephen Hawking's Sci-Fi. I never knew about this, not ever, until last night. In this show, numerous powerful James Redfield or Arista Records Stray Cat coincidences were all through this show, the real biggie doozie being the betting of the World Series Baseball Game. First, it took place in a bunker under Virginia in the year of 2030, and has a similar ring to the song I heard playing in 2029 in a parallel universe, speaking in the lyrical content within this song about both the year of 2029 when it was supposedly written and being played, as well as 1001 years in the future in 3030, but take away the magic '29', and we have the 20-30. The World Series bet in the show was a discussion between the President of the USA and his psychiatrist, and they were talking about the 2010 Series, and Waterston playing the President, was mocking and laughing at the doctor. My major blog of September 30th, in 2008, discusses the winner of the 2008 World Series, 31 days in the future, the Philadelphia Phillies, and they indeed were the winning champions, just as Harry Callas hollered out, word for word, what that blog told that I had seen printed on flying balloons in a parade over Broad Street after the game had ended on Halloween day in 2008, and 366 days after I threw my most recent copyrighted music project into the United States mail from the small rural post office on the White horse Pike, down the street from the Mullica Township Police Station, where I thought they were going to take me and make me vanish on Jimmy Leeds Road near route 561 that day, it is all on the old original blogs at www.blogger.com/ this same blog except without the added URL address of the word 'continues'. The first two digits count on any number of days being examined in something for sake of the GAWNUM, and the 366 days from Halloween Day until the next Halloween Day falling on a Leap Year, not that it would matter, as in either case, the root digit of 36, the magic 36, always the 36, as in Avenues, and where Real Good Girls may someday come to reside. But tell the great 'Bohemian Club' at the Groves of KALIFORNIA, that I am nowhere near done examining these Redfield/Arista 'coinkeedinks', YO. First, there is the factor of the malevolent verses the benevolent coincidence. Redfield's ones are for the most part the good and kind ones where we can see symbolic truths and learn how the entire world indeed is connected up all together, read his fantastic books, especially the 1997 book he wrote called, “The Celestine Vision”. I need not say another thing here other than spell out this great new-age author's full name, James Redfield, huh Stacey Casino? 880880880880880880880880880. Play That Music, lovely one_______________________, why not Tony. This may make a little more sense on the website at blogger, than at Wordpress, they do not do my blogs in copied font style in color automatically, and I am not into knowing how to set up all the dials and gismos of this new age world yet, Jack President Technical McCoy. Yes, as your friend Whitney would put it so well and still does in many parallel universes, IWALU, BEG. I just do not enjoy it when she is bad and threw me in that huge beach hole. Anyway, moving on, this movie was terrific, and I had absolutely bloody shoe no clue that this was ever made back in the middle twenty-ohs. My mind was blown away last night, YO. Now Mister Hawking, just how did you know about my experience on the final day of September in 2008, involving the road trip with my son in law up to Boston, and then his visit to his friends at the BB Team in NYC, and then back to Philly where we saw the huge parade go down, clear as a bell, 31 days before it occurred in this parallel universe, old physics genius? Just what do you know about me, and for that matter, my daughter, and have you known about this all along, with Wolf and Trump? I used to think that scientists were nice people, but unless this is one powerful huge coincidence, I see the Stray Cats Arista deal here, Mizz Carpenter, and by the way, I made 4 units last night after experiencing a major freaking horrendous death siege all day yesterday, Sunday, and yes, I screwed up, and I printed the heading of the previous-880-blog-population, as SATURDAY, so as the church choir might sing, my precious-871-memories, may be a little in the league these days of President Waterston. Wow, is this all really happening, I mean, really, I am left to ponder sometimes, just what IS REAL, the gentiles or the Hebrews? Gawky Gaukauk, you truly are one hell of a kitty cat, and it is miraculous that I am able to reach your frequency, after months and months of CHEMTRAIL SIEGE. This normally kills the ability to hit high notes or make cat sounds. This is why the planet has to know on the first, and just days from now, that this is all no joking matter. Maybe I will dance in the ocean and prove that more people have major fights and shouting matches with their mothers, than you would like to believe there, Miss Abbey Lovely Carmichael Snoots. We cannot all be so perfect there, but I still love your opinion on coincidences sweety-pie. So really, Steve, just how did you know so much about me, as this movie seems to prove that you do? In case you need a brush up physics lesson, let me give you one, my good friend, strumming gee-tars and all, YO. Hyperspace effect is the lesson for today. Let us make it simple and say there are only ten parallel universes, and we are one of them, so there is us, and nine others ones. Now in five of these ten, things begin to happen that lead Zeranniss Jones Worldlabber (7U5G3L9K) to work at the World Labs of Westmont, New Jersey in the middle late 22nd century, and in three others, there is no 7U5G3L9K living in the 22nd century but in other locations ahead of or before this time, we now focus on the two parallel worlds where water may begin to seek its own fifth dimensional level and attempt to always get closer and closer to a 5th dimensional merge which of course never has the needed time to get around to happening, keeping these hyperspace dimensions always separate. Suddenly at the age of ten, in one of these, as a child, 7U5G3L9K is hit by an air bus that crashes. This now leaves one chance, so things grow atomically stronger that attract the remaining boy to now come to live nearer to the location. Things start happening where an old friend is coincidentally run into and he is now a professor who talks him into getting a degree and working at this location. The closer things are, they act as gravitons do, and start pulling with more force, only they are pulling tiny subatomic numbers together so as to force exact matching combinations, which cause in a post-atomic-size world, events to occur. The solidity or slippery world all merges with these tiny particles that are actually numerations, and there is a program above the thought realm in the 7th dimension that forces things to all work certain ways. I have only told a small amount of stuff on my blogs over the past six or so years now. You of all peeps, Steve, know it is all the truth, and that part of me here, is also aware and awake with a part of me up there at World Labs. Still, there is more going on than tiny particle numerations that exist just beyond the zero-dimensional void, and the programmed forces that cause things to circulate and match up based on the 6th dimensional thought energy transmissions sliding down into the virtually limitless 5th dimensional hyperspace, but this is for other times and places, huh skywriter Donna-89? If I mistook your identity, I am sorry, but who is now doing all of this? I don't see you writing music about Jason or WFMU Radio. By the way, best of luck to your lovely daughter, with her music project. Rock on girl, or dance on, or as the congressman said it while singing in Pileggi's band in 1975, so well, or whatever. MEOW-GAGA. WHAAAAAAAA.
END ILLUSION, even if we never knew just how much we all had in 1983.
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