SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0653

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLIII

1:51 AM, 3 DECEMBER, 2012, MONDAY MORNING

TEOHIV/TMCEAM/MORPRO

BSNF: “SINCE A TITLE IS A NON COPYRIGHTABLE ITEM,

GENE RODDENBERRY'S GREAT MID-NINETIES MOVIE

IS BOTH APPROPRIATE AND PERFECT, (GENERATIONS)”

BEGINNING OF THE BLOG:

Folks, this has been the worst year of my entire life, but I know that I have been saying this very same mother fucking shit chewing thing now, year after year after year, leaving me to hope and pray for the outside chance miracle of the end of the world, even though I know perfectly well, it will not be, and time goes on and on, and all those poor bastards out in the woods living like fugitives from reality, are wasting their time and effort. The WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not going to permit these things to happen, and they do control and manipulate the entire cosmic channel, because they are the part of the owners of it all from the Astral-Plane, asleep here in their dreams, with varying degrees of memory and awareness to just who they really are in higher realities and why they are here and living inside this biological virtual reality of a sort. I know my hell will go on and on forever, there is no escape. The ruler of the empire used my own 1983 tune just enough to be legally able to as well as make it totally an unmissable event for me once I came to put enough dots and pieces of this incredible cosmic jig saw puzzle all together in very recent times and just in this very MAYAN YEAR of twenty-twelve. Many folks have so many legends all screwed and mixed up, it is beyond totally fucking pathetic. I don';t know jack shit myself, only what the all mighty ruler has imparted to me and allowed my waking mind here where I am blogging these words, a full total Arnie Muscles recall of the things that she has indeed revealed to me. She may or may not remember sdoing or saying it, but I do, and this does not nullify my memories or make them one bit phjony or fake. I have no time to be flying child ride balloon hoaxes that stir up an entire nation for a solid afternoon. If I do not believe absolutely in what I know and print, then I do not print it, and I do not claim that I know it. I have no time to make shit up or be phony about anything, if anyone ever can prove me wrong in a solid way, about anything, I urge you to do so, just don't write me messages of what a sick prick I am, as I really don't want to hear that, and I won't read it and I'll fucking delete it at the speed of light, so be nice, and if you have something to say, then by all dam means, get it off your chest, knowing full well that I am very anxious to hear what you have to frikkin tell me, I am a very open minded person who is only able to go where my legwork of decades now, has taken me. I am not looking for false shit, I want truth and honesty. Prove me wrong someone, anyone, just do it, or try, and don't then go nuts and try and bust me in the teeth when you cannot and you get all frustrated, as did the assistant to Congressman Andrews back in 19988, what a wild rife those days were for me people, YO.

Now first off with this blog, I want to tell you all something, abnd I will be frank about what I believe based on stuff carefully analyzed and then deductive reasoning applied. I know that I have about five readers who do not subscribe, telling me other clues. Also, I have about five printers. They do not read, they just go up and whatever I post, they print, copy, and distribute to many many people, I know it is in the thousands and let us keep things there. I want you to do this, that is fine. You have this author's permission to copy and distribute to your heart's content. I do not like the Jason Forrest who make money off of my copyrighted material, however. He admitted that he has taken my blogs and ideas in them, to studios out in Hollywood or some similar facsimile, and has made to quote him, “a lot of money, and that was back around late 2007 after just the very initial stages of my MORIANITY had begun to be blogged to the public view, at blogger website, now owned by GOOGLE. If you do not steal from me monetarily, then we will never have a problem. The cult that appears to humanly be in some control or power over the entertainment world or Illuminati, has always felt that they had the right to own me, use me, take from me, and give me back absolutely nothing but taunting and teasing, and not one red cent, while they make literally tens of billions of profit over decades now, and all of this can absolutely be substantiated if I could ever afford or interest a real powerful top notch attorney that would really go to bat for me. I know that within ten years tops, we would be settling for no less than 30 billion USD, in a long term pattern copyrights and property of intellectual type infringements. I do not want your fucking money, you diseased swamp drinking slime bags. I would appreciate the recognition deserved me many times over, and you all know this is true, and continue to deny the hundreds and hundreds of things that you all got from me and very cleverly stole, I doubt that there is a studio or a name recognized celebrity that is not guilty of at least one infringement, but I am not accusing, but am merely posing a wager of interest. A lot of people have come to believe from so many really off the deep end nuts out there posting super wild conspiracy related items, that real devil worship is involved, and that a real honest pitch fork devil exists, with fire and frightening shouts that shake the Earth. This is total nonsense, unless your little cult wants to pass the right cigarettes or wines around, as you are nothing but a bunch of chemistry, and if you want to create this real live devil and in all its horrors, I assure you that the right drugs and drinks can do this for you, but leaving the realm of the ridiculous here, what really goes on is far worse. You really do have to sell out in many cases, and join a family. The WOMO, the BRIGGBASE CULT, the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, and all their waking world numerous terms from the biggest one used recently, the Illuminati, and many others, and again, the greatest law show ever done that even far surpassed PERRY MASON, cleverly got into this, with their version in fictional form, with the Systemotics Cult, and if that episode did not send some good heavy shivers up and down the spines of viewers, then you are either on your way to brain death, and do not recognize that fact as of yet; or else, you're one of them and smiling the young folks in the court gallery in the show. This is all deadly serious, and I told Lenny McKinnon a long time ago on a hot sunny afternoon in 1980 in the city of Philadelphia, that I refuse to join this collective mindset, I may have used other words or terms, but you know friends, he instantly got the message, and was very very hostile with me immediately, and things between us were strained after that unit the day that he vanished without a trace in early January somewhere in the year of 1981.

I will tell you something folks right now. I showed a lot of folks in the eighties that I would not bend or yield to their club, yet I had talent, raw yes indeed, but if it was not a talent that had an unlimited income potential to the Entertainment world and basically the music industry, then why did hundreds of things that I did, all get chopped up piecemeal and taken and used, and changed just enough for sake of legality, and as said earlier, super vast fortunes were made when you tally it all up and with integrity and honesty? If I am such a no-talent, why have I been paid the ultimate compliment, of mimicking, by all of these great artists for decades now, and their egos being what they are, it is doubtful they will ever admit these truths or even try and see things my way, nut that does not make what they all did to me just go away, they merely all got scott free away with ripping me off. But I have a totally other point to be made on this blog today at 2:30 this Monday morning folks, and it's this: Medical clinicians who study diseases and DNA and family passed genetics, and all of this stuff; all know that a lot of things do indeed, unfortunate and horrible as this truth may be many times to all of us; get passed down generation to generation to generation, and so on this topic, I wish to tell a true story, and then you all draw your own conclusions. Those who hate me, and refuse to believe the truths of all that has been done to me with malice and viciousness that rivals any so-called bible-devil, they will always insist that I am just a mentally ill fuck up with nothing tho back up my claims and words. Did you ever really stop and smell the shit in the toilet thought, good friends? They have a major hyper time vested interest in never letting me EVER EVER EVER EVER be thought of in any other way but that, because if it is not true as they say, then I have real bones to pick with an entire dirty rotten business that has screwed me since I was a boy, and paying me the ultimate compliment simultaneously, but that compliment does not put one red cent in my bank balance, and if I have a talent in something, abnd get sanctioned from ever being able to make a living at it, then this is just simply wrong, and you all know it. Lie all you mother fucking want to until you turn to maggots, but you do know it, and there is no getting around what has been done to me. My argument that really cannot lose if the playing field could ever be leveled or I could get a fair trial as a plaintiff to basically sue the entire EW someday for my share of stolen stuff over a 30 year pattern; is that many of you like to tell me I suck. Some don't say that as they do not want to look foolish. But if I suck and have no talent, well, the question endlessly beggars the imagination, then why do you take my raw ideas one after another for 30+ years, and rip them off and profit, and never be willing to share one red cent, as I am not greedy, I would be happy to make a decent living, a lousy 60 grand gross salary as a jingle writer for example, and my resume, where would I begin, it is 30% of the entire past 30 years of shit that has been altered just enough to pass for original, but we all know it is my stuff. So not even allowing me to share in the multiple billions pr4er year, a paltry rotten 60 grand annual salary, this proves this same WOMO enemy, is the same bunch that persecute and harass me year after year, not even allowing me to have the tiniest life whatsofuckingever, not even an old clunker car, a minimum wage job,and a tiny little mobile home where I can have some peace abnd quiet and be left the fucking hell alone. This and things like this, is what really proves the stories of the long winded 7-year blog project, that I have undertaken, called MORIANITY.

Everything in my life was quite ordinary; rotten, but ordinary, that is until the day my father called me out of the blue, after being away for 9 or 10 years, down south with his salvage friends, doing his fucking treasure thing. When he came back to the Oaklyn apartment, where the 'chain' and the 'BOB' were removed and destroyed from my strongbox years earlier, when I had just turned age fifteen years; this is where I honestly can say that things altered in supernatural or paranormal or esoteric ways, choose your words and pick your mother fucking poison, folks!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, people were following me, things were happening to me, phone calls from unknown peeps began, peeps stopped me in my tracks every time I tried to do anything at all, especially in finance or business involving even the smallest amounts of money. Jim Burr always insisted that my problems went back in my family, and he seemed to believe that it was more on my father's side, not the Huntington side of my mother. After lots of fucking recent soul searching folks, I now know that this man, although extremely flawed in many many ways, just happened to pick this one thing, right on the nose like getting all the numbers perfectly on a Powerball Jackpot lottery. Now believe what you want folks, and don't get any fucking general breakdowns because of me, but those in the know will tell you that this is true, so go ask them. Things run in families, many things, not just diseases both mental and physical, but traits and many almost too numberous to mention, other varying items that reflect a definite generational similarity, so that peeps can go, oh yes, it is in their family. My dad a real daddy issue and joined up illegally at age sixteen, with the Merchant Marines, and left his small gossiping town of Toledo, Ohio, in 1935, on his 16^th birthday, on the tenth day in September. This is an ugly and complex issue and has indeed been previously covered on more than one occasion and blogged at various places. He found out some things that made him angry and people in town were talking. His only escape was to forever despise his lying mother Clara Block, and run off to sea. Now, look at me in the next generation. I was doing OK, not great, but OK. But right after my dad came back into my life after being away from about the time that I was age 9 into age 19, he came back for a visit and within a few months he was out of town and back down south, but I instantly noticed the day that he left, people were picking on me, my next door nabes were making lots of noise and being extremely annoying, and one bad thing after another just kept fucking happening to me no matter how god dam hard I tried to make a success out of my young life and do the right things. Now we get to the next generation, Captains Kirk and Picard. She has major issues with Dad as well. You know L-4, left unchecked, this cannot have any kind of a pleasant ending. It really is not rocket science. Still, when I did what I did that night in 1986 down on Long Beach island with Dave, it was because of what had happened to us at the Medport Diner in the spring of 1986 a few months earlier, and I knew that I had a right to retaliate. So I used Magnesonic and did just that, it is all blogged if you carefully examine and search around. I talk about it a lot from 2006-2008. You just need to type in a GOOGLE search bar MORIANITY BIBLE BLOGSPOT or similar key words, hit my profile, and then you can click onto the entire blog in all five old sections and you all ready are on this new section that after a hack last November, caused this new blog to need to be started, after being suddenly just locked out from using the old one after all those fucking years. Folks, I said it before, and I will reiterate some more, I am only against those who are against me, and HURTING ME, and WIPING OUT MY ENTIRE LIFE and TOTALLY OBLITERATING ME. You too would do this, so don't go playing fucking mother Theresa n me, or I'll spit in your eyeball. I did not initiate the wild dreams, I just get them. BI believe that in late 2012, only myself and if you don't know the other three persons by now, quit reading Morianity and enjoy Brother Bob and his Race-car Experiences Blog, because you are like an unlucky patron in a casino, you really just don't belong there, or here, unless you know what I am going through and are starting to really fucking GET IT and I mean REALLY GET IT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So if you are a loyal Morian, bless and keep you, but whoever is out here, I know that some mean me good, some mean me bad, and none or nearly none want to ever take it to another level, and that is fine. Do what you are comfortable with by all means. But I leave you now with this, peeps. Things will happen, things will change, I don't believe in the wild crazy Mayan stuff, but I do know a few things such as legends always call the sun out there in space, Apollo-Lucifer, and he seems to be part of all of this, Take a cheap little $8.00 calculator from Walmart, and hit your square root button twice after you print the number 26000, the cycle of years it takes for Earth to orbit the Milky Way Galaxy. You will see on your screen, 12.69 with other digits that follow past the decimal point, but look at that wild date, December of 1969, where is Sabrina Collins when I really could use her now?

 

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