MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG
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Reality-3
is not an easy philosophy to even try to unravel. I totally guarantee
that, people, but let us start tackling the problem just a bit, here
and now, shall we? First as a reminder, this is the force that lies
invisibly somehow somewhere and by something; behind the great Cosmic
Oz-Curtains (COC). It somehow, if it is real to start with, not
that anything is real, but we need not go here right now
again, on this blog; is the 'THIRD-THING' that the other two more
visible items would all evolve out from; that are being paired
together, in some attempt to see if there is any kind of permanent
fixed parallel-event, to these two items. In other words, take
something that really is existing and has changed my entire life
turning it into nightmare-toast-city, ever since August 15, 1986, the
parallel of, ME UP, and the DOW
JONES DOWN, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES
BASEBALL CLUB UP, and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN; as well
as the exact opposite of this parallel-event with these four
items, being, ME DOWN, and the DOW
JONES UP, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES
BASEBALL CLUB DOWN, and the PHILADELPHIA
FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB DOWN. You can
translate UP and DOWN with the sports teams as follows: DOWN=LOSING,
and UP=WINNING.
The stock market speaks for itself, as what is down and winning,
unless of course you have short positions trading, and that is not
part of the lesson today on this blog. So using this parallel-event
that is between me and these three items that these blogs have
discussed in no uncertain terms for nearly nine full years now, good
folks; let me move on from here. One can take but two positions as to
the mechanics that could potentially lay behind or somehow cleverly
or maybe not cleverly; but definitely, underneath the items to be
compared in a parallel. One position is that either by magic or some
strange merely existing non intentionally and uncreated in any way
reality, that lays behind the parallel event; is of any consequence
in any long run truth. The other position is that there is a
THIRD-THING-HAPPENING or a TTH, just as was and has been talked
about, way back when all of these blogs were brand spanking new, in
early 2006, and off and on, since that time. One thing needs be
opened up in a reiteration, and then I'll take us even further along
than any time in the past. I have discussed both VISIBLE as well as
INVISIBLE PARALLEL-EVENTS. The visible kind would be every time any
person gets into a serious physical accident, a fall, a sports
accident, an auto crash, the list is endless; how many times as a
result of this, does the person get at least somewhat hurt verses how
many times they do not get hurt at all? The results would rack up a
powerfully strong parallel event of maybe 1,000:1, maybe 500:1, hell
maybe 7,000:1, maybe always, maybe never, depending on the threshold
set by the experimentation team, but one thing is for sure, and that
is, this would be classified as a VISIBLE PARALLEL EVENT. Another
visible one is, how many times after going into a real tough biker
bar; some puny little dude walks in, and starts trouble, calling mean
names to the bikers, and their women, and then starting to walk
outside; does he get out to the parking lot and is able to walk to
his car and get out without a lot of pain and suffering as a result?
Forget the actual parallel event ratio, my point is that these two
parallel events are called VISIBLE ones. Now the invisible ones, at
least on their surface, would be the two that most of my long time
followers know perfectly well about before I even type them in here.
After every RED and ODD roulette number
at any roulette table you walk randomly up to, do
more HIGH 19-36 numbers follow on the following spin,
verses more LOW 1-18 numbers follow on
the following spin? There is no set
rule, however, in roulette; pairing off two outside bet grouping bets
against the remaining third group on the following spin; will have
short term times when major parallel events of one 50-50 outcome over
another 50-50 outcome, do present themselves into reality, at any
table. Maybe only one out of the total of twelve possible situations
will do this at a table you walk up to and begin charting; maybe more
than one, but eventually, within an hour, two hours tops, at
least one of the twelve possibles,
RED-ODD, RED-EVEN, BLACK-ODD,
BLACK-EVEN, RED-LOW, RED-HIGH, BLACK-LOW, BLACK-HIGH, EVEN-LOW,
EVEN-HIGH, ODD-LOW, ODD-HIGH; will begin
to show that a large imbalance exists for the outcome of the
following spin's third outside betting parameter, such as if you are
using the charting of the RED-ODD,
the remaining parameter is LOW OR HIGH,
and if you are using the charting of the EVEN-HIGH,
the remaining parameter is RED OR BLACK.
Now let us say you have been charting and graphing and after an hour
of play time, normally averaging 40-60 spins, or a 50-spin hourly
average in the long run; suddenly this EVEN-HIGH parameter lights up
with a large parallel event or divergence between parity of following
spin outcomes on the remaining parameter, let me explain. Suddenly,
after about an hour of play time, there is no good parallel event on
eleven of your possible choices, but you need to track them all of
course so that the one that does eventually show up becomes visible
and known to you, the player. Now, your graph shows that on the
following spin, after every EVEN-HIGH number comes out, there are
twenty-two BLACK and only three RED events that follow. This is a
STRONG PARALLEL EVENT IN THE EVEN-HIGH PARAMETER FOR A
NEXT-PLAY-BLACK. Now the odds are currently 22:3, but are statistical
only, and can change at any time. Still, once a parallel even is 5
times in strength, meaning if you multiply the smaller number by 5,
it is equal to or less than the larger number; you merely stand there
making side bets on BLACK, each time a RED-HIGH number comes out,
since at your table so far since your arrival, the parallel event for
the following spin on the other remaining parameter is more than 5:1
for a black to pop in as opposed to a RED to pop in. The minute that
the parallel event drops in ratio down to a 4:1, game is over, you
quit and cash in. Before the ratio can go from 5:1 down to 4:1; your
actual chip winnings, as long as you always bet one same flat betting
level; will always produce a net profit in units won, if you begin at
5.0 or higher and stop at no lower than 4.0, as this is just the way
the mathematics operates in a complex series of equations not
important to this lesson for today, having to do with percentages
verses linear movements. You may wait a while for one of these twelve
to pop into action, but if you want to always win, you must do that,
and you must never bet anything but one same bet level, and you must
not bet a lot of them even if they come in, just bet the one you
start with, and stand so that you can place bets when you wish as
opposed to being forced to betting all action at your wheel if seated
at the table. In this example you start when your parallel hit a
ratio of one of these divergences becoming 5 times more hit, than the
lesser one, in this example, you could have started at 3 and 15, I
just used this arbitrary amount of REDS and BLACKS spun on your
wheel, but really, it is best to begin at a 5:1 and stop at a 4:1.
Normally things that are parallel event increasing from 3 and 4 and 5
go to at least 6 and 7 and 8, and by never playing after it drops
below 4:1, you cannot help make some units of profit, or gaming
chips. But the real point is not the application of parallel event to
the game of roulette, good people. It is about our discussion of
VISIBLE verses INVISIBLE parallel events. The trouble maker in the
tough biker bar is a VISIBLE PE, and the applying to roulette is an
invisible one. So is the deal with me since August 15, 1986, with mt
relentless woes with the Phillies, Flyers, and DOW JONES STOCK
MARKET, but it is very real, and a total nightmare.
Now
let me draw a few filler lines to get past page eleven of eleven, and
Jane sleazy-girl and her clock assaults on me since
ninety-three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
this is accomplished, and I am getting my second nasty
death-android-angel attack since starting this on-line discussion
with anyone who wishes to hear and listen, both attacks are on my
right side, they can be left side or right side, and be less or more
intense, as well as less and greater in time durations. Now, as I
said, this has been explained, and up through right now, no new thing
has been blogged, so this is where I'll be taking us all a bit
further on on this Eighth chapter of “ESS FOR THE SECOND DECADE
BLOG”.
So
trying to unmask the mysterious possible things that lay behind
PARALLEL EVENT, well, saying it like this is plain stupid. We don't
have to unmask anything. The very idea of all of this when we
carefully begin cogitating and meditating on all of this starts to
clear up if we have average intelligence and really care to learn
about some of the mysteriousness of the cosmos, and discard a lot of
old-mystery stuff in the trash cans of knowledge/technology, once and
for all! What I have called and labeled VISIBLE PE (VPE), verses
INVISIBLE or IPE), pronounceable as I-PEE as in the rodeo ending in
'KI-AY', or VEE-PEE; is not too weird or surreal at all, that is
until we get to the 'seemingly invisible' parallel-events that do
seem to pop up and be real, and really operate, and yet for no
discernable or obvious reasons to us poor frail human beings. So we
need not even go any further with VEEPEE'S. It's almost Newton's Law,
except for the fact that it is not 100%, such as throw a ball up into
the air 1000 times, and it drops absolutely, and yes, 1000 times, not
998:2, but always, or 1000:0. Still, so there can be something left
to debate even with visible PE, but let us dig now into the better
topic of IPE. Before I go on, some casino mob that's part of the ESS
who came back through time and started the Atlantic City Gaming, is
pissed off at me, as the mouse just now, after being a good little
fucking mousey, is now acting up huge time, and trying to erase out
entire paragraphs and words of my blog, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, pal and
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
you all need to know, my hopefully 1-9 percent of non-agent-viewers;
is that this is a super sore topic, it started all of this 1986
problem, it is why KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHEL, my 1980 invention was all
connected throughout all of this, it is why my hell all began, and
there is a lot more; but this is powerful sensitive shit, and ENEMIES
do not like my seriously discussing it intelligently on these blogs,
so they HACK AND PERSECUTE, what else is new, same old same old, or
WEIN-SOSO??????????????????
Once
upon a time, the enemy, or the WOMO-MILITUFORCE, backed shit off me
when earthquakes and wildfires and floods and droughts and stiorms
and all manner of worldly stuff starts to be perpetrated on humankind
for hurting SSJKK's THAT-BOY, but not anty more. Now they just keep
unrelenting harassment going 24-7-365.2422. This means they are more
dangerous than they ever were back in the fucking eighties, and so
now, I must be too. And I will be, by what I tell to you all. And
also; these dumb assholes just tipped their cards right in view of my
eyes and hidden mirrors, because if the viewership was 100% agents
and 0% friends and potential Morians, why would they even bother to
hack these blogs so much? So this is how stupidity loses out every
time, for evil twisted sick mother fucking shits like these arrogant
demigod scum bag bottom feeders, my good pals and gals out here,
whoever ye may be, and yes, it is smart to lay low and not let them
know you are for me, as they just might tend to hurt you too; and
that is NOT what Morianity wants or in any way desires to become the
fate for any of its loyal followers. So lay low, and hopefully
someday, get with others in secret, copy what Christianity did 2000
long fucking years ago, it can be done all over again, but it takes
some guts, and some faith, in me and my words. You already know that
I appear to know things and be able to effect things, all around me,
continuously; that if I was just Joe blow Anybody; simply put, I
would not be able to do any of these things, right POPE?
I
could say a trillion things more on a sidetrack tangent, and this is
what the enemies of mine would love. This is why they started these
major hacks, only their garbage shit is not going to
work!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to get back to the topic at hand,
reality-3, and how this relates to invisible parallel event or R-3
and IPE, pronounced as I-PEE.
So
what could really possibly be behind why roulette numbers, when APE
is used on the game, appear to go into these parallel events, and to
actually, provided the correct ratios of 5:1 down to 4:1 for
game-enter, and game-over, being used diligently; produce an endless
mathematical winning percentage, when we do not take the house vig or
their legal edge, into consideration. All I mean is just why do many
invisible, and I suppose visible ones to; but parallel events; appear
to not only have their reality of some parallel event existing, with
two not always seemingly connected things; but in exact and precise
amounts, in the long term running; if that is, they are carefully
kept track of. In roulette; a 1988 experiment, with an advanced
computer of those days, was conducted by a man named Rob Provenzono.
This name if Googled, is quite well known today, I think, unless that
also has been (time-manipulated) recently, as was the EXPLORATRONIC
deal, recently made mention of in these blogs early in the month of
July of this year. Yes mister Provenzono was given this system, and
he ran it on what then would have been called a super computer; maybe
in today's world, a little better than the average really good home
use desk top PC; as this was one hell of a mainframe system, even
back then. Just conducting this experiment, got him followed by
helicopters, back in New Jersey, and someone robbed his van and he
really was getting screwed with the same way that I was and still am
getting to this fucking day; and yes, the
MILITUFORC managed to scare him off,
and that, as with most of the shit I ever try to do, was the end of
that. Freedom in America, when is it fucking legal to belt out a
bunch of laughter??????????????
Here
comes the fucking (`~HACK), FCC BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND SIR of
1972, from the Cooley-Wormhole-Hall, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield,
New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and here comes
another (WORD DISAPPEARING FUCKING HACK), BOB, FCC.
THEY ARE ON ME BIG ASS FUCKING TIME NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED SOME FUCKING HELP STATE POLICE AND FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY
GENERAL, PAM BONDI, MA'AM, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See
how this fucking cunt enemy is getting me to use more profanity which
may be turning off a lot of potential viewers,
as well as fuck up what this blog is
trying to speak fucking about? This is
most certainly not in this bloggers imagination, President Obama; and
is why this country has gone to hell,
and I do not mean by my MAGGIE. People are not going to sit here, and
endlessly take these attacks by these military and black cove secret
agencies; and more and more and more folks are getting onto this, and
are getting ready to very soon, all organize and fight. I
hope it is not in my lifetime, or yours, sir.
It will be a bloody mess, but a mess that if you do the right thing
while still in power, can be avoided; or at least delayed, our
children can grow up into adulthood in a half decent world. I speak
from the heart sir. I don't have the physical strength to invite you
over, to give you another Fort Pierce
bear hug; but I say all of this to you
now, Mister President, only as your friend, as you still are my fave
president; and I still do believe in you, as I know for a fact that
you already did one thing that I told you needed to be done. We both
know what is being discussed, sir. Thank you, and you will never be
sorry for that great decision; and you can see how those less in
control of their frontal lobes, but under my hell from you know who;
do eventually snap, and we get event after event, of all these mass
nightmares. You know I am right, and I only mean you well, sir, best
of luck, sir!!!! You know I respect you too much to lie to you sir. I
feel this nation is 100% doomed, but it was great while it lasted.
It's so dam sad that our kids won't ever see anything close to the
once great America. We both know this. But we'll fight on!
Well
ladies and gentlemen, see how diverted the evil WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
LAMBRIGG ASTRAL CULT can make all of
this turn into? This is so sad, because I have so dam much to say and
tell, and DON'T YOU DARE FOR ONE TINY SECOND THINK THAT THEY DON'Y
KNOW THAT, AND THAT THIS IS NOT WHY THEY ARE STOPPING ME AT EVERY
SINGLE TURN, BOTH ON THIS MACHINENOW, AS WELL AS WITH ALL THE SHIT
THAT I EVER TRY AND DO SINCE THE DAY THAT I LEFT FUCKING HIGH
SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
had two nasty FIRE ALARMS TODAY, SUNDAY, WELL YESTERDAY REALLY, and
this is all part of what else, their
ICPE APE to bring up their DOW JONES, and so is all this hacking that
began a half hour ago out of nowhere, as
before it started, all was calm and quiet, Mizz Bondi, Florida AG!!!!
So
trying hard to finish my point for this blog, and analyzing Parallel
Event a step ahead of anything that we have yet to cover; let us try
once more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Roulette
has a 7 percent parallel event power. All parallel events have
what I have labeled a parallel event power, or a percentage that is
continuously in long running action, over what otherwise would be a
48-52% random, really, compressed it would just be 50-50! Without the
VIG, or house edge, that casinos legally are permitted to have; with
the game of Roulette, which is 5.26%; players would endlessly be able
to work this applied parallel event or (APE) TECK, to this casino
game, and have endless odds of 57/43. Even with the huge house vig, a
whopping 1.74% POSITIVE ADVANTAGE remains for players if they follow
perfect play, (playing precisely by the rules specified in applying
this to the game of Roulette). No one ever does, so casinos, despite
knowing that I know this really works to defeat their great game; are
not all that concerned. Only action, not potential, will get a
mulitauf cocktail thrown through any of my windows; at least on this
roulette deal. This doesn't address a lot of other fuckiGN bullshit,
peeps, YO!
So
one of the mysterious that makes REALITY-3 (R-3) kind of surreal and
mysterious in its own right, is that parallel events when averaged
out in long running play, all have a power, or a percentage that
takes the otherwise 50-50 in something, and alters it to favor one
over the other, for long enough times to actually take advantage of
and use this information, once acquired. First off, let us establish
a few R-3 laws that stand out like a mouthful of infected teeth all
bleeding. Visible PE are always higher power PE than Invisible PE. So
the higher the power that a parallel-event is, the more visible it is
as well. A child can see some of this. How many times can you sock
your teacher in the mouth and expect to just sit back down at your
desk at school and nothing ever happens, verses how many times, you
are in one hell of a lot of mother humping trouble? This if not a
100:1 PE, is very close, it could be 99.999999:0.0000001%, you get
the drift. So invisible weaker PE is like light, you know, the more
dim a light is, then obviously the less visible it is, less power,
less strong, less visible. Roulette is not a strong PE, but for
players who have played and gambled casino games professionally for
years; they know that this is still no small deal. To arrive at an
after-vig positive advantage in long running play, is unheard of, and
Einstein himself proclaimed it to be a total impossibility. Even the
greatest and wisest and smartest, really should hesitate before
making so many comments of rigidity. Any austere unbending mindset is
a leaning towards a closed mind, in a world where we slide into the
future always, where nobody knows the way exact fifth dimensional
particles will fall into events that we all are part of and interact
with. It is theoretically possible that someone will come up with a
mathematical formula within 30 years give or take that can allow
humanity to do anything, and become as the gods, laugh all you want.
All things have some percentage odds to happen, small as they may be,
or just about all, as some things are literally blocked from ever
being connectable into our 5th dimensional hyperspace, by
something called in many future universes, LAWTRONICS. This is why
there just are no monsters and Dracula vampires and werewolves, and
super heroes flying around with capes. Thank the LAWTRONIC REALM for
that, it keeps the natural world in a balance, and within limits,
where miracles as humans might perceive these things, would be beyond
the borderlines of sort of a Lawtronic Permission Barrier.
Now
to wrap up this blog, let me tell you all this little brain teaser.
You learned what types of PE there are, V and I. You learned they all
have a power, and that this can be rated in precision, as the long
term percentage that the parallel event takes an otherwise endlessly
balancing 50-50 chance situation, out beyond. In roulette, being 57%,
50-50 used for computing the true power of the PE of applying this to
this game means we do not include house-vig, and 57 minus 50 means
the PEP or parallel-event-power, is 7% in roulette. Big as this is to
the casinos and winning big money over time with high value gaming
chips; it is small. The PE with hurting me and having the other three
items respond are closer to 85:15. This means I have observed now in
almost perfect record keeping since 28 years of this hell I have
suffered through with this; that my problem is powerful and the
strength of this PE is 35%, or taking an otherwise 50-50 chance item
and making it average out continually to 85-15%. This is a very
visible PE, with my property damaged, being persecuted with noise all
the time, and the list goes on literally for so long I could make a
Confessional Priest break into tears at any booth in any church, I
promise. But even stronger parallels such as jumping off a sky
scrapper and diving head first into concrete below, how many times
will you live and how many times will you die, that would be a 100:0
for the DIE side. It would also be a 0:100 for the live side, it is
all how we all look at everything.
So
let us go still further into parallel event and reality 3, where we
try and see what causes things. First, we see that the strong and
visible PE stuff, is most definitely containing a reality behind the
two things being compared and paralleled. You get home all pissed off
from a rotten job that you hate, and then you go to take it out on
your wife, and think it is OK to smack her around day after day, and
one day she is either gone or the police greet you and take you to
jail. Your chart might show how many times you did this until the one
time you no longer could do this and get away with it without any
negative consequences. Forget the PEP, or power of the PE, or any of
the I verses V stuff. Let us now focus in on REALITY-3 in all of
this. You beating on your wife is the REALITY-3. Your going into that
tough biker bar shouting ''all bikers are fems and your sluts are
ugly pigs'', hay, you did that, not some magic Gini. Well, we are not
here today to get into this one, as the magic Gini thing could indeed
be a part of shit via EXPLORATRONICS and doppelganger control over us
at critical times. Still, keeping that out of the loop of all this
for right now; when we do things, there are things that have nearly
100%, or dam near, consequences of A over B. But what is the R-3
behind the great OZ CURTAINS say in some weaker parallels such as
applying two outside betting parameters like BLACK and EVEN, and
getting a much higher NEXT-SPIN-OUTCOME of LOW as opposed to HIGH
numbers? Well, there is always something hidden and buried in
mathematics, that is until some scientist or mathematician uncovers
that secret with more and more equations, experiments, and what have
you. I know the statistical mathematics professor, named Deturch,
from the U of P in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, America; had no
answers for me in 1991, and wanted me to do more personal research by
myself and come back to him with a more detailed and lengthier pile
of elucidated information and in those times, my personal persecution
with the fuckiGN Mili-2-Force was so bad, I could not do anything but
endlessly suffer. Still, my point is that even this great math
professor, well learned in statistically applied math principles, was
sort of stymied at just what I had seemed to have worked out, and he
even told me that I definitely had invented a brand new math
discipline that needed to be researched. That was quite a compliment
coming from a tenured Ivy League Professor in this discipline, and I
never went past the eighth grade in any regular or non
special-education school system, as you know.
Now
in closing out for right now, and I have only opened this
parallel-event door a wee bit further on this blog, good people; we
have learned that parallel-event has strength levels, and that they
correspond to both invisible and visible parallel events, and that
all of this has some type of a ratio and proportion connection with
whatever the true reality of REALITY-3 may really be, in its
connections with PE TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if some
powerful R-3, that is completely beyond my range of thoughts as of
this date in history, in my universe; is causing my sudden problem to
burst forth into its nightmare , in middle
August of 1986, and never ever fucking look back ever since; and I am
clueless to the exact reason despite have a hundred possible suspects
and clues littering my brain, like confetti after a Macy
Thanksgiving Day Parade would mess up the streets of NYC; well, this
is not some child's play simple problem to even begin to work out. I
have had nearly three mother flowering decades to work this all out,
and am not that much ahead of now where I have blogged to any and all
of you, this information, so far, YO YO YO!
The
power of parallel event or its percentage over normal 50-50 status
such as flipping a coin and along these lines, is one thing, and even
realizing that the weaker and more invisible a PE is, the stranger it
is, hence, the stranger the REALITY-3 (R-3) behind it must be, is at
least a great starting point, to begin basing some ground roots level
math equations around. But I am not fuckiGN Albert Einstein, no one
wants to help me, no one believes anything I do or say, and all; this
tells me that one possibility that is literally too fucking
horrendous even for me to fact, yet; is that my using a technology
such as APE, to make money or use it against the mortal world when it
comes from the world of the gods; caused me to be taken to a world
where all things appear to be duplicated, only it is not where I once
was and never will be again, and it is instead ETERNAL
FUCKING HELL. Great minds in the fields of Quantum
Dynamics and Quantum Physics are the first to say to me; and I know
this based on watching and listening quite intently to them on
numerous shows that appear on educational cable television channels;
that this would be as good, no better, no worse, than anything they
could possibly tell me is going on. One thing I do hate with a
fucking passion and have for fuckiGN decades of time, is the EW,
(Entertainment World), and this does not exclude the press that
basically makes or breaks them, no matter how great their actual
talents, or lack thereof, may be in reality. I mention the story of
the powerful hooker who killed the boy with her bear hands, and they
kill the story. I mention the story of cars being hacked which
explains how my switch has broken in my car on 4 occasions on
critical days as always, and they kill the story. Most stories that
are big, we hear of until we are all dam sick of hearing about it,
but let me open my mouth to try and get some pity and some justice
and prove what is really going fuckiGN cunt on around me and has for
decades and decades of pure fucking hell, and THEY KILL THE SHIT AS
IF IT NEVER EVEN HAPPENED, hell, they must be in with
SERVEPRO. When the American Free Press is against you, YOU'RE FUCKIGN
CUNT TOAST, AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT! It really is just that simple,
Mister John Henningsen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
finishing fucking out the REALITY-3 lesson (R-3) folks; something
happened, and whether Derrijo Exxon wants to hear about it or not, it
happened in 1986, 1983, and 1980. These three year cycles seem to be
very powerful. 1977 was when my health was wrecked from overwork and
stress at Mars, 1974 was when my father returned after being away a
dam ass decade and this caused the world to assault me after that
huge time, 1971 was that horrible church Farm School nightmare, 1968
was the last of the 8 times my mom and I went together to vacation on
10-SC Avenue at the Trinidad Hotel, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG;
1965 was when I first met SARAH NUROCKEY on 10SC AVENUE. 1962 was
Quakertown and Andy Liechtenstein, and me communicating with dead
kids all over the place, 1959 was when my parents lost all we had to
storage, as my puke fucking jerk off father and his pride wouldn't
let my mom know the storage bill was not being paid, and we lost a
fortune of shit, totally irreplaceable stuff. Today's markets, just
a dining room filled with solid silver inside of many large cabinets
would be worth a fortune, all the baby pictures of my mother and
myself, on and on, just like again in 2009, all lost forever and
gone. Then when I was 14 months old, my mom was fucking carrying me
across the street in Philly, and dropped me early in 1956, hard, onto
the street, as she had tripped, and I still remember the fucking fall
like yesterday, and it fucking hurt and it mother fuckiGN sucked!
Taking this 36 month cycle or three year, ahead; we leap from 1986 up
to 1989, at Moorestown, the worst nightmare place I ever lived, at
Jim Wilson's fucked up dollhouse, working in shit house guard jobs,
breaking down in clunker cars, it was an unimaginable surreal
fuckiGN cunt chewing hell. This is when they tried to murder me by
sawing my vehicle in half, while it was parked along a public street
near a mechanic shop where it was being supposedly worked on, only
they were assholes and did nothing but fuck my car all up, and I
almost died and was penalized by my insurance company, those garbage
twats at Prudential. 1992 was a hell all its own, at misses Meeker's
house in Gibbsboro. Unspeakable shit happened here. 1995 was when my
magical year was over, and the entire rest of the century and all of
this one was even worse than shit had been before. There is no GOD,
just a nasty mother fuckiGN game playing devil. BOOM, and I know who
the hell you are; you twisted sick car breaking son of a fuckiGN
bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
as I said, I asked why my car switch was fucked with, and got
PCN-671, the Private Cosmicoded Number for GOOGLE. Then
the story on the news was killed. They
are not going to be counter-productive and go after their own fucking
cunt eating people, common sense, wake up world, coffee is boiling
and stinking to fucking shit, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Codes
583 and 231 always come up it seems, when I ask why the nabes are so
bad, when they go on those monster fuckiGN rolls to be totally
inhuman with me, but there are a few people aware of a lot of shit. I
am not saying they believe my entire story, I won't lie, and I am not
saying fucking that. But I am being carefully watched, and shit is
happening around me, and you do not need to know all the fucking ass
particulars at this exact time point, ladies and gentlemen.
To
quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is everything.
We all know this. We've all heard about being in the right place at
the right time, then there is what we do not hear so frequently. My
situation, and perhaps yours as well once in a blue moon, being in
the wrong place at the wrong time. One such time was in 1984, and it
all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, the Trump Plaza Hotel.
AUGUST
4, 2014,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 5:08,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
100%, IT FEELS 79, NOT TOO BAD!
Between
the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were
stealing, these mobbed up Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS,
in league with dirt bag Donald, enjoyed messing with me illegally,
every chance they got. It began when George Belton first took me to
Resorts Casino in Atlantic City, and introduced me to casino-roulette
playing. From there things were down hill all the way, leading to my
first trip to Florida one year after George first began doing this in
December of 1982, during my final months at 1802 Robin
Farm-Outside-of-Future-Haddonfield Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New
Jersey. The mysterious Warwick Auto Sales, owned by the even more
mysterious Mister Everett Simpson, well, this is a story that could
go on for 1000 Moby Dick sized books, and I don't plan on boring you.
I call this the end of 82 set up that led to the land of mystery, or
for short, the EO1982SUTLTTLOM, my own little coded alpha-numeric
private, and one of so very many; headings to outlined stories for
future postings, when things are more in the swing for telling the
world about these things, one by one. I can say without a question,
that even beyond my choking condition that lasted for life, and my
nightmare crossover into hell in 1986 from some weird strange
''dreaming'', that these two invents, huge as they are; both are
simply existing inside of this even larger truth, and that being,
this early December of 1982 situation at this auto repair garage
place near the intersection of the White Horse Pike and Warwick road,
in Magnolia, New Jersey; and just a little over a mile away from
Robin Hill Apartments Complex; and I knew this all along, but when it
came to doing blogs, I never actually made it appear this way,
focusing much more on the two large incidents that followed my
becoming connected with these people there, the owner Mister Simpson,
and then his two side kicks, Herby Letts, and George Belton. Herby
worked for Simpson, while George was the weird 'hang-around' guy, and
had no connections with the place. I was there to purchase a vehicle
to allow me to get the money I needed to leave that horrible Debbie
Harry and her friend and their horrific loud weekend parties, and
move out of there and into Atco, New Jersey. So I needed to take my
nicer vehicle, and trade down on it, so that I could put the needed
moving cash into my pocket, and this is exactly what I did back then,
and how these folks and I all managed to cross paths, Mister
Redfield. There is some real loud hallway yelling at 7:26, suppose
the fawces of Mister Hall do not want me talking about Everett
Simpson, the man of mysteries. You only know a tiny smattering of
things that could have landed me in prison, there is a lot to this
powerful story, most will not be talked about for reasons of my
obvious safety, both from highly dangerous people, and even, problems
with the law which I certainly do not need, despite the statues of
limitation, I believe, running out on what was done, but in case
certain tings such as murder do not ever run out, and no, there was
no murder; still, I am not sure what is covered in this cold period,
so I am keeping quiet. Now the real joke is on me, as it normally is,
and I just got a major computer hack, bob McDowell again, at 7:32,
and am about to go BOTBAR today, as this is real mother fucking bad.
Then in the middle of these two major hacking periods, was the
hallway shouting which has not been bad for days. Something is going
down around me and a fucking cunt retarded child with a runny snotty
nose should be able to see it, if paying any attention to this shit
whatsoever.
Not
even two years after I met these creepy weird people, it was spring
time somewhere in 1984, and Trump was going to open his casino called
the PLAZA, his very first one, in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Why I
could not tell you in a million years, but I wanted to go down on
opening day, and began to drive from my residence to the casino in
Atlantic City. I was living right back at the Robin Hill all over
again, for my second out of three total stays in this hellish
nightmare place, other than for my first 14-24 months there in 1980
and most of 1981 when that mysterious incident happened that I
blogged several times about, where magically, that evil Playboy bunny
just popped up out of the blue one night, right after somebody heard
me tell my mom in that bugged apartment, that I was going to have my
friend Jim Burr look at the place downstairs as he is interested in
renting it. It was all fake, I had handed her a note to read, telling
her to just play along and I then winked at her, and then I went off
to work, and when I came back for the river at the Mac Andrews and
Forbes Plant where I did security guard work there, a light was on in
the apartment,and she had moved in just in those hours while I was
working. But this is old news, and we are on the exploratron subject
recently, and need to discuss what pertains most to this, not that
she and her friends were not also, host bodies to inter-dimensional
exploratrons coming awake in them from their controlled dreams in
their own parallel universes. Still I am more interested in
discussing another person who I know had an exploratron inside of
him, the young dude gasoline station owner in Hammonton, New Jersey,
named Jerry, back in 1984. My mother told me he has to be on drugs,
but looking back, NO HE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE ON DRUGS. Many weird acting
folks are, maybe the majority of them are; but some of them, ladies
and gentlemen, are not. Instead they are what in the old days would
be called ''possessed''. They are what in the new age Ufology days
would be called controlled abductees. Neither of these things are
real, but what is happening is very real. THEY HAVE AN ACTIVE
TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON INSIDE OF THEM, asleep in their universe, and over
here in ours, they have taken control over the person, and can do all
sorts of stuff to many innocent people, by using these basic sleep
walkers as pawns and tools and puppets and yes I'll say it, AS
WEAPONS! Another possibility for why people suddenly go and shoot up
malls and schools and work places, and you name it. This Jerry made
my life, and the life of my poor mom, a total hell. He was being
controlled by my cousin Donald. First, on the way down to his hotel
and casino, somehow, he had my car blow up, and I barely made it to
this gasoline station, the one in Hammonton, owned by this Jerry
character. This all was totally planned out millions of years ago. He
ended up putting a new engine in the vehicle, a total joke, as the
car was 10 times worse when the job was done, than before; and twice,
my mom and I went to pick it up, and ended up taking the bus down to
his station, breaking down 2 blocks away or less, and waiting for a
bus right back home again. He had us literally going out of our
minds, and the entire state was in on all of our miseries, as just
from watching shows on TV like Judge Judy, I know that these
repeating incidents that happened to us for 20 plus years back in
Jersey, just does not happen and that innocent folks who get totally
scammed and ripped off do have some legal recourse, yet each time we
tried talking to anyone about getting any, we were just fucked and
fucked and fucked, all the more. If you live in Jersey, have big name
enemies, and have no one in your corner to fight for you such as a
politician or three in your pocket, you might as well dig a hole and
jump in, or move the hell far away, as did fucking cunt eating I,
back in December of 'OHM-9'.
This
Jerry character was literally, over a period of 10 weeks or so,
making my life and the life of my mother, a living burning nightmare
fucking hell, and no one anywhere would or could seem to help us
against this horrible fucking sick young monster, who held the power
of life and death, literally over our heads, and was actually
torturing us and our pathetic lives in ways inconceivable. Everyone
needs a car, and he was keeping us from having ours. And this all
started, because I wanted to go down to TRUMPS NEW HOTEL CASINO in
springtime 1984. Where is Yogi Berra and his non belief in
coincidences, when you truly need him, Mister Voicemail Walmart,
sir????????????????????
Now
this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat
specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young
lab-tech assistant. He seemed to do the very same thing with her, up
in the future by 20 years give or take, that he did only a few years
away with Donna Summer, naming his ugly harbor tub, the PRINCESS,
right after I copyrighted my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT PROJECTS, really
the first one in 1988, misspelled on the copyright forms, and is why
the words 'sic' appear on the title block on these forms that I now
will re-post so that you can all see; which stands for Spelled
In-Correctly. When patters continue to reflect a repeating item of
anything is happening, the odds increase exponentially, that it is
all just up in someone's mind or just a big ass fucking coincidence.
One time, that's one thing, but then there came Mister Macy. Now at
this point of things, I was at Jenny's Park and living a hermits
life, not yet blogging on the net, as I had yet to meet Chris
Bennett, who started all of this by telling me that maybe I need to
do this to tell my story. But my real point on all of this is that
all this time I had no clue how this was all done, or even a clue as
to why. Now with the ESS, it all comes together so incredibly, that
to quote the CCR Band of the sixties, I can feel this thing's fucking
disease. And no, Jane and her weeds are not the only disease in town,
not with all of this shit for the past 30-60 mother fucking years,
great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME.
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IN THIS COLOR, FOLKS, TO SHOW YOU!
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