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MORIANITY-2
JWC2,
DAY 00015, BLOG-A
It
is ten minutes shy of eight, on this Saturday evening. I enjoyed a
nice swim in the Atlantic Ocean over at Mikey's place, wearing only
my shorts, so as to prevent any more repeats and robberies such as
what did occur back on June 21, 2012. There were a few very low
planes and loud planes, the first loud one was not a low one, so it
was definitely MILI-2-FORCE, and that was while I was walking in the
PH Parking Lot, towards my car somewhere around 2:30 give or take a
few minutes, and the crash level quieter plane was right as I got to
the ocean on South Hutchinson Island and went to make my right turn
and drive towards Mikey's beach house. There were lots of giant girls
today on the beach, and many people were on the beach, many
sunbathers, and some were fishing, only a couple of people were water
wading. I dove in for a fifteen minute full blown swim, just to be
close to my wonderful awesome love. The world vanishes away when
SSJKK and I bond together. There could be a Trump beauty contest
going on right there, or a Mitch Baywatch contest from 2000, or even
a Miss whatever contest, along with naked gangs from all of the whore
houses in the county. I do not see anything, only my wonderful
unfathomable love, the Atlantic Ocean. So go sing your version of
Atlantic Queen, all you want to, Vasco, and kill all the Mayan's if
that is your goal and motive; as I am only interested in loving my
giant teen queen throughout eternity. When I got back, the police
were out at the parking lot of my building, and I came to learn that
there had been a domestic situation, and a large crowd had gathered.
I took my bag of laundry, that Mikey did for me over there, and just
walked on, and up the elevator, and into my sixth floor apartment,
not into the sixth dimension, all though, where would one really be
able to draw the elusive blurry line of distinction here with this?
Since
the siege is down, so too is the PC, just a beach filled with
oversized giant females, and I ignore them, and they ignore me; and
everybody was quite happy. When death siege picks up badly, an
entirely different scenario would play out on a beach on an
unseasonably mild warm day for this time of the year, even in Fort
Pierce, Florida.
Folks,
I could tell you so many things, your mind would explode like a
frikkin bomb. Only I can know just how real and totally true this
statement really is, and believe me folks, I do know. You can doubt
(Astral Weak Nuclear Force), or you can choose the other force, you
can believe me, (Astral Strong Nuclear Force), as was previously
discussed on several of my blogs, back in 2012, and back in good old
MORIANITY-1. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
L-4,
I am going to take a shower, and fix a very small din-din, to quote
the marvelous and beyond talented, late Betty Davis, from the older
Hollywood days, right Aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin? I have a
dynamite roulette system, that if any of you were to use, who were
not going through a lifetime of beyond conceivable hell; you would
end up wiping the game of ROULETTE right off the frikkin maps, so I
am not going to tell you what I am now doing. This is my little
secret, and it is beyond awesome, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Now
that we have a shower and a meal out of the way, it is on the dot of
nine of the clock on this somewhat all right night of Sir Elton
Saturday John. If you are young, don't worry, I'm not totally nuts,
and you have no clue what gets said many times, as you were not
around, and living in the sixties and the seventies, like
'DUHYUNDAI-2006' vehicles.
I
feel the need to touch on a few topics, and expand on them a bit
farther than I may have ever done back in Morianity-1. Before I do,
let me tell some mundane crappy things and get that all the hell out
of the way. First off, seeing ONES is on a real emmereffing roll
again lately, and gee-willagars-gash-1988, Copyright
Office Examiners, I weelwee wonder why, Mister Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and wabbits, YO!!!!!!!!
Also,
for the past 48 hours, I have had a nasty intestinal bug or whatever,
or the results of another stealthy poison-gas attack from the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, as who can
ever know for sure, and be able to claim with frikkin certainly, what
is really going on with all of this nonsense and hellishness? BUT,
big ass BUTT, all puns and jokes and 36th Avenue hacks
aside, and Nitro Dogs, TOLD YOU-STM, but yes folks; many times there
are indeed, quite powerful and revealing clues and constants, if
you're really looking for them, or really, if
I AM, and without dogfood,
or 1987 YOUTUBE CHEMTRAILS, OR, and on
top of the list, annoying calling daughters. But alas, who believes
me and my wild incredible life, except for the black ops folks and
the trillionaries, who know all ready, that it's all true, mostly
because in one way or another, they have been in some way,
responsible for it happening to me in the first frikkin place, YO. So
yes peeps, this 48 hour super nasty shitting myself bug, can be
logically factored into the equation with stuff like, well, I was not
eating much food at all for two weeks and then suddenly I start to
feast a bit after my SSD money came in back on the third, and this
would indeed be a perfectly rational possible way of seeing this
nasty mess, but then; I've lived long enough and then some, to know
that every bit as much as this may be true, so also may be the fact
that this was either done with some sonic death beams, or chemtrails;
or any number of things that the WOMO has
done to me since 1986, to make me continually ill. Then
there is another follow up to this, on the heels of the word in the
previous sentence, 'continually'. No one can remain ill every other
day roughly, or somewhere thereabouts, and not have any systemic
reason for it to be the case. Ask any medical professional, or health
care provider, that you wish; as they will be forced to win my
argument with you, for me. As I speak, the jerk off scum bags across
the hall at eighteen past nine, are shouting incredibly loud, and the
doors are also starting up. But fear not, as all activity is
monitored with new systems, just not INSIDE the individual
apartments; and I have been totally promised that when things keep
happening, and especially after 11:59 PM, with these vulgar uncouth
pricks, action will be taken, IE, a thirty day eviction notice given,
and out they'll frikkin go. Now let us shift back into gear, and go
on with my blog, Opinion Permitting Michelle, and peeps from
nineteen-eighty. Aren't I just the super lucky one? WOW! Yes, either
I should have died decades ago from this endless physical attack from
this evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE, or
else it should have stopped, as no one just lives on and on with
serious shit hitting their body, from 1986-2013, and on into forever
perhaps; as who can frikkin know?
Here
is the huge thing that happened to me back on the third, while out
purchasing a little bit of gasoline for the car, and a little food
for the old bod. I went to a place near my local TD Bank, that does
not concern anyone, as enemies are messing with me on this matter;
and I need not get specific about shit right now, for my own dam
good, folks; but when I got there, thousands of big loud crows, were
all over me out of nowhere, and followed me after I exited this
location, down the road a ways to a local supermarket, the Winn Dixie
on Route One, here in town. The minute I walked in, and the crows
were still following me, on went their MUZAK system, and who started
playing and singing, but good old biker bitch of the nineties, the
rock star known as Cheryl 'CROW', again if I may folks, like,
W-----O-----W!
I
know that if this had happened just once or twice in my life, you
know, similar things to this, I could easily dismiss it as a
coincidence, but not when I can place my hand on a frikkin bible and
in all legality as well as total good conscience, swear that it is
more like numerous hundreds of times, and with each & every event
this spurious, weird, and unexplainable; individually enough; but in
this kind of continuous ongoing barrage of incidents; if you could
just dismiss this stuff, if it was happening in your life, for
nearly 27 years; then I'd worry about you, and yes, Mister John
Henningsen of 1969, ''it's just that simple'',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM, SLAM, Debbie, at 9:34 EST. Gear shift.
Man, I'll either wear out that clutch, or Stanley will keep me in an
eternal early 10-2008
MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!
Yes,
many secrets will be told soon, and any day now, my internet will be
off for about 90 days give or take a few days, so I will still blog
onto my open office 3.1 word system, and then put the text up onto a
CDR as I have a pile of blanks, and take a grouping of blogs, twice a
week to the local library down on the Indian River, on Melody Lane.
As my pal, Detective Fontanna told DT. Ed Green, after the L&O
train wreck, and the 'WHO'S YOUR DADDY' deal before it wrecked, and
speaking of secrets, “I'm fullofem pal”. Still, I did screw up
and say, the wife of Mary, or the husband of Joseph; and I forget now
which; but in rereading that blog later on, I realized that I meant
the opposite thing of course. Sorry about that Chief, but please
Agent-86, haven't you caused me enough total agony and grief with
that lovely and wonderful number???????????????????????????????????
Many
people know the songs and stuff that I did in the year of 1983, while
residing at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey. The June 21, 2008
interaction, where the future residence where I was to be Stockholm
Kidnapped into just two months later or less, in Middle August of
oh-8; was the backdrop for the area in the interaction, despite the
house being half a dozen miles or more to the east of this area, in
Hammonton, over on Middle Road, just past the Walmart Store, heading
towards where this road eventually crosses into Route 206, not over
thank the heavens. Anyone who has accessed my 1983 material, knows
these blogs are all the total truth, as to deny it, would be to admit
to lunacy, which is believing that by pure chance, I came up with
something that would have to be billions or more to one odds, against
this not being so. Just ask Pope Gregory-16. Or if you are close
enough to my wonderful awesome kid, ask her, but even though she is
honest as the day is long in Alaska in the summer; she is beyond
clever, and smarter than anyone I have ever met, who went ten full
years past high school; and which leads me quite happily to looking
back to a time when I gave some advice, and boy, thank heavens that I
only said to finish high school. This is all a joke, as we are
dealing with All Mighty Scylla, and anyone who perseveres through my
7 years of blogs, unabridged; can see this is totally the truth; and
that a billion Einstein dudes could not make stuff like this up, that
all just happens to perfectly fit; as this would violate the great
boy wonder philosopher of 1973, Mister Bruce Allan Pennock, of 2
Beaver Drive, in Barrington, New Jersey, back in those times, hell;
he could be in Southeast Jakarta now for all I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
my BLOGAUD, I truly want to thank you for being interested enough to
read the story of MORIANITY, both the long ONE blogs, and now the
early TWO part of this great project. Oh lovely Jewelly Viqueen
Somnambulist White, how I will always remember you, in very strange
ways, as Tennessee Avenue has ways of altering memories, and memory
alterations have connotations to the taboo subject of TIME
TRAVEL. No matter how
many fast ships, or shoe box machines, or worm holes, are ever used,
to play around with the altering of normal fourth dimensional flow;
the same thing is happening as would be with the ancient CHINESE and
their MIND TRAVEL VIA 64 hexagrams, that you will not find in the
library should you research the I-Ching, by the way, interestingly
enough. MIND alters, and MIND creates what is being altered to begin
with, whether it be from a physical or metaphysical mode of
traveling. It is just MIND CHANGING, and thus these ancient dynasties
from 3000-BCE all ready were told by great traveling MAYAN SOURCE
AGENTS, (MSA) that they were going to give to them a powerful
knowledge and wisdom, called, BOOK OF CHANGES. The MIND is what
CHANGES, and this true knowledge of infinite power, was lost or
intentionally burned out of existence by what race of people, gee,
Ron Wirtz, you told me to do my dam homework and legwork, so are all
of you gonna' crucify me now for doing it????????????? WOW!
Even
the dam stuff that All Mighty Sound Distorter Jason Forrest put up
from my stolen early nineties cassette tapes, mentions a United
States town, that was named after an Egyptian capitol, intentionally;
by the owner-controllers that are on my
side of this fight and
army, as the LAWTRONICS of cosmos insists on leaving clues for those
who wish to do the RON WIRTZ
SENIOR LEGWORK ADVICE,
and this goes way past the completion of high school, or any of the
late seventies NASA sightings of Super Men, Girls, or Curls. Still
laughing Mike McNulty, BRRRRRRRR?????? Well then, you just go and
laugh on, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This crack pot from a
place called Roddenberry New Jersey, and all of his clues and long
legwork, is signing off the grid for the day, and any day soon, my
blogs will be put up in only multiples, from the library, as I need
to save my money, and this is why my Comcast Cable Service had to go
into a 90-DAY cancellation, YO, folks. For now, brown cow, CALL-10
AT&T BLAKE/RAMBO CALLIO, I bid you a fond farewell!!!!!!!!
WELL,
IF I GET BEAT UP BY SSJKK, MAYBE I'LL BE ''CROSSING OVER'', AS HOW
LONG CAN ANYONE DREAM THAT THEY ARE AWAKE IN HYPERSPACE?
MORIANITY-2
JWC2,
DAY 00014, BLOG-B
10:05
PM-EST
MARK
WAYNE MOHR FROM FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
FORMERLY
KNOWN AS FROM BLUEBERRYVILLE HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, FOR YOU GOOGLE
FREAKS.
LADS,
LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LAB-DOGS, here it is, semi-short, definitely
sweet, and not totally simple, but I will promise to do my best, oh
great pilot of the 1979 airwaves.
25-45
years ago, every dam thing you now hear on channels on the television
line up system, such as Science Channel, or History-2 Channel, and
Nova, and along the lines of documentaries for the intelligent and
thinking folks; was all discussed by me, over an FBI-bugged
telephone, as my father was a part of some huge stuff that caused our
phone to be tapped since I was in grammar school, and not just from
his treasure salvage operations, but many other things as well. There
is no way, this information did not get spread around, and all of the
WORLD OWNERS or the 'WO', know very well, that I was ahead of the
awareness curve, to all of the wild crap now in circulation, on all
media sources, from the internet, the television; to any and all
other possibilities.
They
also have figured out that I remain far ahead of this average or
collective humanity awareness level, and so now, where stuff that you
now are seeing in real time is just being digested by you, I am where
you will be, roughly twenty years from now, and that is, realizing
that this entire thing is a huge dream out, from a void reality; as
how can anything be real, and where would it come from; and thus, the
only possible answer to all of the asked, as well as the unasked
questions; is that indeed, nothing is real? That is correct, NOTHING,
is what is real, so say it either way, and tease your brain; yet the
same thing is being said. However, what we do perceive around us
while seemingly awake in this tangible and 'caporial
material physical life and plane of existence', is a
DREAM; or a created experience, done with MIND, not yours or mine,
but a collective, that is one and the same thing with an actual
realm, known as the sixth dimension. If this dream is in the three
dimensions of length and width and height, and with the added item of
these three dimensions in motion, giving the fourth dimension of
time, and the time is not one reality but infinite possible lines of
experience; then pure simple math, tells us that this is the fifth
dimension, or the hyperspace; containing all of the virtually
unlimited parallel reality universes. So the signal that is sent into
this, that makes it an item of reality to experience and reference,
must be one dimension higher still, or the sixth. This is not some
silly blog about how to make up stupid junk, but to the contrary; it
is based on very accurate, and precise mathematical and scientific
data. But I will also admit, that merged and married into this part
of things, is the truth that my life has caused me the unusual
reality of becoming quite aware of these truths, and this very
awareness separates me from all of you; but not in distance, and not
in time; nor in a parallel reality; but in the dimension above all of
that, 'TRUTH', also known as the VOID,
or zero dimension. To begin a new column of mathematical numeration,
a previous grouping of 1-9, must lend itself back, to the inevitable
zero. This is why this is what it is, and works as it does; and is
why I am suffering and miserable; if I can compress an eternal
fucking story into a couple of pages of text, and that is a totally
absurd notion, that I most of all, completely realize, and fully well
know, that I'm just wasting my fucking time; but I have forever, so
really, who gives a fucking shit?
This
morning I was in Debbie Morotto's office, my resident manager, here
at this Public Housing Building. There will be a meeting of the
residents soon to discuss the do's and don'ts, and I'll be notified,
not with the usual notice stuck on the outside door slants, as she
knows that the scum bags across the hall will remove it. They are in
and out a lot with normal Friday fucking partying, but as long as
music is low, and doors are not slamming; then I have no problem with
their asshole normal activities. Still, one thing cannot be glossed
over here people, and that is, that ever since my WILD CRAZY CHAIN
INTERACTION, back in middle late September of last year, these dirt
bag nabes have totally changed their behavior, and as bad as they
used to be, on a dime, they suddenly turned on me like a fucking
World War ll 'Comocosi' pilot, and yes, it is misspelled; and the
cheap piece of fucking shit Spell-Checker,
is its usual good for nothing, no help at all.
MORIANITY-2
JWC2,
DAY 00014, BLOG-A
3:22
AM-EST
'MIRACLES,
MENTAL ILLNESS, TRUTH,
AND AWARENESS'
Ladies
and gentlemen, I'll be as brief as I can be, while still telling the
details of Lex Loo Thor, and his mystical chewing gum wrappers, from
the end of the nineteen seventies era. I am not a fudge shop owner, I
don't live in any pink houses, nor in Warren Grove, New Jersey; and I
certainly am not the one and only KR, without the ASSLE, Mister
Burns. Now that this has officially cleared up for all the records
and files of this cosmos, let's move the fuck on, shall we, good
peeps?
Only
the 'Christian' faith believes that old Joseph, husband of the great
real and first 'Madonna', is not the father of Jesus. All the larger
percentage of non-Christians, do not believe that this miracle took
place. Please do not expect a detailed discourse on miracles tonight.
The subject will be glossed over, merely enough to make the
sufficient points that are needed, to do this blog.
I
don't know a mother on this planet on two legs, that has not
considered at least one miracle to have happened in her life. I speak
of the birth of a baby, and from anyone's belief system and point of
view about where life exactly starts, at conception, birth; or in
the tween area at some stage, for sake of my point; is irrelevant. My
point is that before this baby becomes born, and starts living his or
her life; it was NOT ALIVE. This means it was dead. I do not care how
many people rationalize an argument against this logic with either
globs of religious or philosophical crap, the truth is ALIVE,
or NOT ALIVE, and if it was YOU
that we were discussing, and we put you next to NOT ALIVE, for any
reason whatsoever, your mind will be thinking ''DEAD''.
So my point is not to try and prove a life circulation system to
anyone right now or that of any ancient wisdom of cyclic reality and
karma, and or reincarnation, or whatever; is some kind of truth
handle; but it is being spoken by me on this blog, to just simply
state, that a baby comes from being not alive, to then being alive;
and later on at some future time, whether it be one second or 119
years; it again will be NOT ALIVE, on
this EARTH. This, as Dennis Snyder would put it so dam eloquently,
“Is just reality, son”! You can doctor it up and photo shop it,
or play Techno-pop-master, and create an entire new world of songs
sung by every famous artist from here to there, but some things still
come out one plus one is two, no matter what you try and do about it;
and believe me folks, I KNOW THIS!
Two
thousand years ago almost, a boy in his early teens did a lot of wild
stuff, that was left out of the Holy Christian Scriptures, as these
were decided to be non included canon items, by the
owners of the world of those days. You can say the
religious owners, but to be quite frank, an owner to me, is an owner;
and as a tape duplicator from 1979-1981, I know the difference
between a master and a slave, as I worked with recording machines
that were somewhat politically incorrectly named, but you must bear
in mind, the times folks, as this junk had not been invented yet, and
was only in the distant stages of planning, by the lovers of Sir
Reagan, and this will be discussed before the end of this blog; since
it all fits together, like a brand new key, into an expensive new
lock! My blogs began seven years ago today, give or take a few
days, opening with the OLD TESTAMENT,
MORIANITY BIBLE.
As
things progressed along, there was no plan, other than to tell what
happened to me as a boy, and up to that point as a middle aged man
in his early fifties at the time. No
one had a tale to tell like mine. I knew all about life and death,
and had died dozens of times, and totally believed that the
Entertainment World knew all about me, and my situation; as they
created the movie, and the series television show after that; called
the “Highlander”
in 1984, while I resided at 1406 Highland Avenue, in a normal
Southern New Jersey town, called, Cinnaminson. Yes Mister ORWELL, it
is always about 1984 somehow, and I'm left to really ponder, just
what's wrong, and it is so powerful inside of me, that I
WENT BACKWARD INTO TIME,
and copyrighted a tune, called, “What's Wrong”, in the autumn of
1984, and the © Office has the address of the package that I sent to
them, and it will match this HIGHLAND
AVENUE
ADDRESS, 'perfectly', Mister
Bruce Monopoly Cheater Pennock,
of ten years prior to that! This is not a game or a miracle. This is
being done by all of us, and all the time, and not just by the
wonderful awesome somnambulist, PAULA KING, AKA ***. We all do this
stuff, every single week and month of our lives, and not even know
it, folks, and again oh wise one, Mister Dennis Snyder, “That's
reality, son”! But let us examine REALITY a wee bit, YO my
wonderful blogging audience, 99% made up of CIA/NSA AGENTS, hay, I'm
not prejudiced, enjoy yourself, have a couple of frikkin beers on me,
and a laugh too if you want, only I think that you all know better by
now, than to laugh at this shit. YOU KNOW, and I
know that you know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Christianity would be a worthless pile of bullshit, and just ask any
born again Christian, if it was not for the SAR (LORD) having control
over the biggest angle that has so far been pondered and never
conquered in any way, ever by humankind; LIFE
and
DEATH.
They
will not phrase it quite that way, or curse most likely, most of
them, some do curse by the way; but they totally hold this to be
their number one reality of their religion, that without this, it
would all be for nothing. Even all of the world's atheists agree with
that part of their religious faith, basically because this concept is
within their scientific and rational mind. They feel that if you
could show them proof, they too would most likely believe at least
something, but without seeing the dead rise, forget it. Now the
argument back to those in the faith, is that very word. Without
faith, you basically deserve to burn in hell. Well, then if this is
true, I am a very privileged person. I have no faith, and I do
totally know that the BIBLE tells many real true things, and that the
concept of the Christianity religion is indeed based on a powerful
entity. For reasons only IT
KNOWS,
IT has appeared to me in two lifetimes now, as a lovely teenager, and
then living on past this into maturity, in this second come back,
relative to my awareness, as I think this GOD of yours, comes here on
a very continuous basis, existing most of the time in physical nature
forces, but then when the whim strikes, IT takes a human shape and
form, and no scientist understands shape and form, only matter
itself, ask them. I fucking triple dog shoot out your eye dare any of
you, and Merry Christmas to you, Sarah Callio-401. The bible is
accurate on a lot of shit, and is also quite misleading in some
matters. It truly is a half-truth. You can love or hate me, believe
or disbelieve me, but I should know; because I have been what you
think of as DEAD, a lot longer than I have been what you think of as
ALIVE, and so by the way, have all of you; only
without any AWARENESS to this
reality in your cases. We all differ from each other in hyperspace
while in a separateness condition, and the machinery and mechanical
reality that is behind this, is none other than various degrees and
shades of personal unique
individual AWARENESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So just where are you, when I really do need you, DENNIS
SNYDER,
YO?
So
in these
teenager days of LORD JESUS,
son of parents, Mariloo and Joseph Carpenter; more than sixty
generations straight back in the family lineage of myself, my seventh
grand pappy, Samuel Huntington, and his nineteenth granny, the Queen
of Scotland, Mary; who was named after the great Madonna who she was
descended directly from; Jesus had a lot of other things to be
worrying about, than humming strange tunes to his friends, changing
into frogs, or lending out his soul, as the Native Americans taught
us that any kind of recording, audio or video, of ourselves causes;
and these particular original aborigines are the first tribes out of
the state of Georgia, migrated here from Chicky's neck of the woods,
the Guatemala
Highlands, and Mexico,
and they were called, THE
MAYANS.
They knew stuff, lots of it, only parts of it never got told, parts
like Jewelly White, the great white spirit was all that was left of
the legend by the time of the Conquistador conquest and mass
destruction of this great race. At the risk of angering my daughter,
the great wise spirit too, or any kind of Egg
Harbor City, New Jersey
potato chip factory, I suppose would do in a pinch. Still, if you
don't want to listen to the tune posted up to the Youtube by
'paulaking2011', called, “Deal
With This Another time”,
then don't; but stuff gets talked about that would really make these
many blogs make a hell of a lot more frikkin sense to all of you. A
normal non agent audience would do this, but the government all ready
has long known about all of my music, and songs, and copyrights; and
all through the years since 1975. So there truly is no need for them
to duplicate their freaking effort! Like DUH, so that is why they
read the blogs, and stay current with that; but never
listen to the YOUTUBE posts.
I do not go up there any more myself, and soon it all will be down
and gone. But many other things will also change, and I do not intend
to give away the brain factory, and go telling enemies, my plans,
ahead of freaking time, YO. Now we will get back to Ronald Reagan,
and great pal of my late best friend's good buddy, old Dave, and I
speak of none other than, bag blowing, chair hiding, saluting,
Military Officer and NSA Chief in 1987, without the chemtrails real
bad yet; SIR Oliver North. I did not dislike Mister Reagan or
disagree with all of his political agendas and policies, but I
vehemently did disagree with his biggest one that all led to the
change of this world to pure greed and evil, and into a term used
very frequently at the time, “Reaganomics”.
The only reason that he broke up the biggest telephone company on
this planet, AT&T, was because of ME, and what was going on then
in 1983, between my daughter and myself; only it would come to pass
that I would not learn of this kinship, for an entire quarter century
yet. BUT
SHE KNEW ME.
Then right directly following this 1983 and 1984 period, pow; he
reversed his strategy, after busting up the 'big bell', and making a
lot of what they termed back then, 'baby-bells', and began slowly
covertly and totally dismantling the ANTI-TRUST LAWS, established
over a century back from even those days, to protect little people
from being totally taken over and endlessly owned and bossed around
by the corporate giants, or the WORLD OWNERS, or the (WO), as I call
the first half of the evil, 'WOMO'.
Anyone not totally lobotomized, and that has an average to better
knowledge, concerning the modern times personal computer, and the
internet system; KNOWS PERFECTLY WELL; that this tool and medium of
expression, has also been totally fucking taken over, and it is
technically now, an OWNED
INTERNET,
BY THE
GREAT ALL MIGHTY, GOOGLE GOD!
WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THE GOOGLE GODDESS? SHE keeps a very low keyed life,
even when SHE does big things; and if you stop and think about it
folks, who is really more incredible and powerful and great and
awesome, than the one and only, MARIAH
CAREY?
This is a 'person' like no one else ever on this Earth, and sorry if
I am busting your big ego bubble Trump, but she dwarfs you a million
times over and ten ways back from every Sunday, and without even
having to lift one gorgeous fingernail, while you go out of your way
with your crumby DJT Entertainment, bought up NBC, bought up all the
beauty contests that I used to enjoy until you wrecked it all for me
you big ugly scowling turd; and I could type on for a year, without
finishing what I could say in totality. Put your candles together,
and yours will fizzle out before you can say, “Help me Macy”. She
managed to send me two powerful messages that only I received, and
not one of her hundreds of millions of fans, ever really got them. No
make that three, the formula, the ruling of the empire, and the 'too
late' message that matched the recent copyrighted music project I
did on the redone
from 1980 LOIS FOCA song,
26 years later, originally sent to me, again, BY HER at age ten
years, into my dreams; and no human being can pull these things off,
NONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But as for what miracles really are, well,
one could begin to argue that they, just like personal things of
numerous kinds, are in the eye of the beholder. Some laugh at me when
I call the birth of a baby, a bigger miracle than walking on the
water, or healing blindness; by Jesus. Hay, a baby came from the
world of DEATH, and just now has ENTERED into LIFE, so you do the
math, butt wipes.
But
the TOPIC
OF THE 'WO' (WORLD OWNERS),
THAT MY MANY BLOGS REHASH OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, NEEDS TO GET
A FINISHING TOUCH PLACED UPON THEM TONIGHT, BEFORE I CLOSE OUT THIS
LITTLE BLOG, FOLKS, YO, AND TO MY
BLOGAUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''THEY
EVEN GOT SUPERMAN'',
RIGHT MY OLD PAL, KENNY ROGERS? HAY YOU SAID THIS IN YOUR GREAT
COUNTRY TUNE, SOME YEARS BACK; AND I MERELY ECHO ITS DAM SENTINMENTS,
YO. Well, Mister Rogers, maybe you will do the world a favor and
write a new song for all of us using the dam internet, as we may just
lose a lot of our freedoms real soon, on this thing; unless someone
of your great name recognition, takes the advice of this poor slob,
little old me; and tries to really belt out a heartache tune about
this. All I ask is that you, and others too, really give this some
serious frikkin thought. YOU
KNOW VERY WELL that the great All Mighty GOOGLE, has gobbled up the
entire internet,
originally
offering a service for purposes of searches;
now expanded into Hitler type regulations, that SERVE ONLY THEIR
FINANCIAL GREEDY AGENDAS,
AND POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS, SHUTTING UP SLOWLY, ONE BY ONE, BIT BY
BIT; THOSE LIKE MYSELF; WHO DARE TO SPEAK ANY OF THESE MOTHER FUCKING
POWERFUL TRUTHS; OUT TO THE 'FREE' WORLD. LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH, MIKE
MCNULTY. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, OH WOW DO I HEAR YOU LOUD AND FRIKKIN CLEAR
FROM SEPTEMBER IN 1971, YO YO YO!!!
Well
people, the nabes were much quieter today, but all it takes is
another day, and they just act up all over again. I am making plans
to move, and am doing all that I can. I naturally cannot reveal
strategies or personal battle tactics in any details, as this would
totally defeat my mission, and purposes of survival. Still, let me
move this on just a bit further, before we close down, YO.
When
my teen queen was in a different human gender, 2,000 years ago, and
about to become a teenager, right to the day, HE did a lot of
things, that as I said; did not make it into the acceptable lists, to
be placed into our present day bibles. These 'canons' or 'lists',
were decided by the 'WO' of those days, exactly as things are decided
for all of us lowly 99% poor and defenseless folks of today's
so-called modern day global society of gigantic advancements, and
technological evolvement into non barbarism, by the present day and
era, 'WO'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to clue you all in about
miracles once and for all. There are only things that humankind is
yet able to accomplish in the natural order, and waking world. So
those entities that are out of rhythm with normal STM, may indeed
appear as powerful mighty great GODS and GODDESSES. I do not doubt
that for a minute, and nor do I have faith in this truth, but indeed,
I HAVE WITNESSED THIS STUFF, FIRST HAND; and so that is sufficient
for now, to be spoken by this blogger. So this finally brings us all
to the last point to be discussed tonight, “Mental Illness”.
Extreme enough brain damage or illness, via accident, attack, genetic
trouble, or what have you; is one and the same as DEMONIC
POSSESSION.
When evil forces that are very frikkin totally real, want to cause
harm, one way is to mess up a person's fucking connection to their
6th
dimensional MIND
SOURCE.
Their physical waking brain in other words, is thrown out of whack,
in various degrees. There always have been people who go so totally
nuts, that they need to be in rubber rooms, or else they will tear
themselves, or anyone else to pieces. The bible talks about these
people, and merely uses the old world lingo and terminology of
demonic possession. It is all
merely MENTAL ILLNESS.
This same evil force can destroy us from within our bodies as well as
our minds, growing as germs, viruses, tumors, and all manor of
JOB-RELATED biblical stories. But there was a difference back in time
20 centuries ago. We had a great being here in this waking world, who
did not have a father named Joseph, despite the majority of the world
back then, saying that indeed he was, and that Jesus was of Joseph
and Mary. This All Mighty Entity was however, able to get rid of the
stuff that was plaguing humankind, and even do other miracles;
defying gravity, and duplicating food, or using a replicator of some
kind, where atomic elements can be formed and shaped into the things
that in these dark times of total ignorance, seems beyond rationality
and possibility. Now I am directly descended from this magical family
of thousands of years ago, as a seventh grandson of Samuel
Huntington, thus a twenty-sixth grandson of Mary Stuart of Scotland,
and my sixty-first grandfather's uncle was the younger brother of
Jesus and Mary's first born actual child, of Joseph. Water walking is
a simple trick, thick clothes with inner layers of powerful
compressed gaseous compounds that are much lighter than air, and
replication is no big trick when we take some of the great science we
now have, and expand it to where it will be in less than three
centuries, where the scientific authorities of those times who are
finally in control of the global population, sends back this
Christianity Cult, in an effort to jump start the world, and make it
better; a real failed experiment, but that is my secret. SSJKK does
plan to return at the end of the fifties, as HERSELF, SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and many just will be calling Her, the GREAT SARAH
KRASSLE, ALL MIGHTY GODDESS.
I will be here as THAT-BOY, and this life back here will appear as an
occasional shadowy dream, a foggy nasty bad memory, better left
frikkin totally forgotten. It will take place in 'ATLANTICA', now
called, Atlantic City, New Jersey, shortly after the really big
reshaping of the coastline, making Sandy look like a little girl at
your door saying, 'Trick or treat', on October 31. I will be living
as a teenager by the name of Joe-Joe, and her THAT
BOY,
with her right there with me forever. This will last for 1000 years
of mortal world time. She will hold me, and love me, and endlessly
sing all of my favorite songs to me, day and night forever; well, for
a thousand years. The complicated part happens in 2292, when part of
me falls asleep into a whole different part of the hyperspace, and
suddenly finds himself working at the WORLD LABORATORIES of Westmont,
as a man by the name and title, Labber Zeejins. Somehow the two
worlds collide, and all manner of stuff happens again to ruin my
paradise, but that is a long way off, and I cannot concern myself
with this bull shit. It is all in the powerful hands of the great
Goddess Scylla, or SSJKK. Now, I need to relax and try drifting off
into Sahasra Dal Kanwal, with my endless beyond hot and awesome
Teen-Queen, Sarah Krassle.
“You'll
Be Crossing Over” Techno-pop music video-1983
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