THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 124
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
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DATE-AND-TIME FILE: CH-124-041611.612
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BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
A
powerful interaction occurred last night. Robert McGuire of Atlantic
City was with me, and not ODF Atlantic City, as this is a very
freaking persistent Jack-Hack-Lattisaw-Attack. Anyhow, he noticed
that I had a key to a location and was unlocking a door so as to be
able to gain entrance. I was already late for work and had to get
something from this place, a videotape. He was nearby outside, and
telling me that I had no authority to go in there and take this tape.
I had trouble with the lock, but eventually did manage to gain
entrance, and shut the door behind me. I realized that I was suddenly
aware that I was in a parallel universe of the hyperspace. Somehow
all of this made total sense there. Still I was only starting to
regain memories of what it was all about, to the part of myself
living in this universe and was 'dreaming' through this doppelganger
of me over there. Piece by piece as water drops flowing or trying to,
through a hose with a twist or a knot in it, came one trickled memory
of things over there after another. It seems that in a major
compressed version of the story, my Aunt Barbara, my mom's sister,
who was always quite mentally disturbed, and whose condition grew
worse after adulthood had replaced adolescence, and it appeared to me
that many years ago, she was dating Robert McGuire's father, the man
who actually built the Pittsburgh Hotel about 110 years ago, on
Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City. All of the details are not
known, but it was important that I see a particular event that was
captured on this videotape, and was made from an old sixteen
millimeter projector film transfer, with no help from any of Paul
Simon's photographer friends of either 1330 or the early seventies,
Lenny.
Moving
on with this powerful “DREAM”, I was quite late for work, and
did not care; and decided that I needed to play this tape, causing my
doppelganger to be late, not me. I had begun to dominate my other
self over there, and yes Paula King, I as well, had become a
dominant-exploratron, as you have always learned to be, and have
somehow manged to fully master this art and technique quite a long
time ago. Suddenly the door burst open, and big bully Bob McGuire
stood right there in the doorway area, and proceeded to tell me that
he was dying, and had only a month to live before his cancer was
going to put him in the ground. He said if I go to the studio next
week as planned, and even sing the song myself, it will cause the
same amount of problems that the other song called “LOVE IS FOR
CARPENTERS” LOIS-FOCA for short, caused in 1980, on just Tom
Glenn's guitar arrangement of this song that also was written and
sung by the All Mighty Scylla Herself, out in infinity. Then he told
me that I need to know a secret so big that even DIANA will not tell
you the truth about it because she knows it would fuck me up too
much. All I could get out of him was that it had something to do with
the hunting trip long ago, mentioned in some prior blogs. Then he
went over and grabbed my video recorder machine with the tape playing
inside of it, and threw it hard onto the ground, smashing it to bits.
He then said that Diana needs to come clean and tell me why my mom
wanted me to copyright her sister's song from 1938, fifty years in
the future, which I indeed did do, and the © Office in Washington,
DC-13, knows all about all of this. He told me that they have known
my story in reverse from 2031, all the way back to 1975, when I sent
them my song called, “LOST LOVE”. I then told him that three
years before that year, I had invented several board games, and also
had my name there as the registered owner of these games, since the
rules to these games were also indeed copyrighted. He told me that I
never invented any games because there is no Ed Bobins living in this
universe. He was the one over here who showed me how to copyright
stuff back in the days when my dad was still diving with Mel Fisher
off of the Treasure Coast of Florida where today I am residing.
Because my dad never knew Bobins over there, my parents never broke
up, as there also was no Mel Fisher living in that parallel reality
of atomic vibration. Paula King was real, and existing over there,
and was in many of her numerous identities, the great Robin Gibbs,
who over there, I had never stopped the LOST LOVE song rip off, and
it became the number one song of 1980, sang by Marcy Levy and Robin
Gibbs. Marcy Levy was the wife of Mayor Levy over there and where he
still is the Mayor of Atlantic City, and there is no Ethel Levy, who
over here, is his wife. This was also fascinating, as it was the Gibb
brothers who not only were so famous for their music, but also for
their invention of the game called “STAYIN'- ALIVE”. Over here,
it is a song they did, and was copied from my board game idea of
“LIVELONG”. These documents all exist, and can be totally
fact-checked, verified, and proved. So can the proof that I had this
song of theirs over here in this universe back in early autumn of
1980, removed from the air, by a famous Music Industry attorney out
of Philadelphia by the name of Malcolm Rosenberg. I hollered at
McGuire to tell me the secret that Diana will not tell me, and he
said that he would like to tell me just for the fun of watching me go
totally crazier than shit, and this is a total quote, but he then
went onto freaking say, that his boss will not allow it. I retorted
with, “Who's your goddamn boss McGuire”? He starred a long time
at me with the famous 'evil eye' we all hear about so often, and then
said in a soft voice, which is rare for this big old ugly bully; “the
All Mighty 36'ers”.
Yes
indeed Lads, Lassies, and my lovely Labrador-Retrievers, this was
quite an incredible 'dreaming-experience' to say the total least, YO.
When
I told Diana through the telephone about it, she just said that I am
not yet ready to know anything about this. It would be too much for
me. Speaking of my lovely tall baby-blond, she was all over me on
Friday. It poured rain in the late morning here in Fort Pierce. I
went out to look at the rain, near a rear exit used by Warehouse and
Processing Department persons, where I work at the Orange Avenue
Harvest. Their great website address is as follows:
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
,and every third photo change, shows me, along with my Einstein hair,
right on their opening page. Oh those 'curvy light-bulbs', I have one
in every room now. No more heat generating old style bulbs for me,
YO! Up here in the future where it is now 2013 in February, I no
longer am at the Harvest, and the website is another famous removed
history marker. W—O--W!
My
existence in the 5th dimension is no different than any of
yours, and neither is Paula King's. However, we all have many various
awareness's on a conscious level, to the reality of all of this, and
with these levels of seeing the truth, comes the way we handle what
we remember from our dreams, and this can have many devastating and
disastrous effects, but it does not always have to. The problem is
that we are all dreaming off of the Astral Plane into the lower 5th
dimensional hyperspace. As we do this, we live 'physically' on many
realms of the material tangible and slower atomic-rate realms of mind
expression. As carbon mind signal differs from silicon mind signal
and atomic mind signal, only in carbon need we wonder whether we are
dreaming in one of the similar polarities to our own where our
physical body is laying asleep on a bed, or a reverse one, and by
similar or reverse, I mean whether the polarity of electrons and
protons is equal or in an inverse charge, causing worlds of
physicality to be considered matter or anti-matter, in reference only
with any particular other one that is being referenced from. Neither
one is a correct or standard polarity. It merely is the same or the
opposite to 50% of universes on one side, and 50% of universes on the
other side, of all of the hyperspace, or the entire total 5th
dimension.
This
is the danger of the future usage of atomic retrace. Some who know my
story have asked me if I am not nuts and any truth exists with that
part of my tale regarding my existence as Labber Zeggins from the
World Laboratories nearly three centuries away out into negative
space, then why won't they bring people we love back again, and
especially in lieu of the fact that it has no ill effects on
anything, as suggested in the prehistoric days of science fiction
films? The answer is that it must be done as carefully as handling
100 nuclear plants, and this is only serving as a gross under
statemented. Should someone be scanned 30 minutes before they were
shot and killed for example, and retraced and brought forward;
unscrupulous peeps could also bring the other dead body forward, and
by sheer odds, for any time this is done twice, and someone were to
place one of these bodies where it touches the other one, most of the
Milky Way Galaxy would literally fall apart from the resulting
cataclysmic transfer of all of this amount of pure mass into
instantaneous pure energy. This is nothing to fool with. People in
labs spend years trying to create an ounce of reversed polarity
matter, and this is dangerous enough.
I
have nothing to gain by doing anything other than tell about this
incredible story, and it did not start at Walker and Water Streets,
in 1988 or 1989, nor did it start in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, when
“WOMO” nuke-attacked me in
1983, or in the
middle range where two great opera singers decided to test the limits
of insanity by using me as their pathetic victim. It never really
began, any more than any of it ever can end. Still, there are things
that must go on, because they happened 64 trillion years ago, and
they have no choice Ernie Merker, from repeating over and over and
over again. Your blind eyes had nothing to do with it, and I am sorry
for writing that song in the eighties, as I am sorry for
many songs that I wrote in this mystical magical period
in Earth's wild and weird history. Rock on folks, with scissors,
fire, paper, and even light and pipes!!!!!!!
I
dug many holes, and put many time capsules in them, telling my
plight. Other wabbits just dug a lot of holes. Maybe McGuire will end
up digging my grave. Still, he told me that Harner died six weeks
ago, but he lives on here in this parallel universe. Saw your newest
thing on TWC. Tell him I never meant to vanish out of view in 2005,
'cousin'. Shit just happens that is not always explainable, his pal
PAUL knows all about that!!!!!!!!! Of course, now up in 2013, you
can tell this old has been to
burn in hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All these peeps from my past are
pure rotten dirt bags.
END
TWANSMISSION ELMER FWUDD, AND OTHER MORIANS AND LESSIANS,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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