Saturday, August 23, 2014

ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 031










ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG



CHAPTER 031



MORIANITY OF 1995



RELIGION OF TRUTH FOR THE THIRD MILLENNIUM

































AUGUST 23, 2014,

LATE SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AT 4:55

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 91 DEGREES FNHT.



HUMIDITY IS 62%, FEELING 99 DEGREES.

DAILY RANGE SO FAR: H-94/L-76

YA' REALLY GODDA' LUV THE HEAT HERE, BROTHER!























I was Googling around, and learning a little bit about Tijuana, Mexico; earlier this afternoon, also known as TJ, or TJ-MEX. My doctor is right that drug laws are the same down there, but just as with here in this country; we have areas where certain things are legal and you just have to know what to do, where they are, and the whole nine yards, before even leaving the border of this nation. For example, I learned you must have MEXICAN DRIVING INSURANCE before you drive there legally, and that you don't need any part of any Mexican jails, or trouble over there. I am quite sure this is factual. Still, in TJ, once you learn the ropes, a lot of my woes would be solved, from getting the right doctor to be sure I do not choke to death, to even getting my CUPI stuff that over here in the great USA has been an impossibility, and I am not speaking about undetermined police investigation cases over at the city morgue, I promise you that one, folks. This is where I need to be, away from all of this fucking oppression. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!





All things considered, it is an imperfect miserable world, and we all must make the best of it, but here is some new shit I will share with you, kind readers. You have pushed me to 62K page-views and to show my great appreciation, I am as good as my word, and will tell you something bit, that is, again; if you can just please try hard to grasp at least some small piece and part of what I now tell to you.





You all know, unless you are relatively newbie viewers, to Morianity; that I have told that I swear to all that is holy and unholy, that I have died over and over and over, many violent deaths, as well as attempts to die by my own hand, only to wake up and it all was a dream, only I know it wasn't. A couple of times, it happened differently, the world around me had mildly altered, and it was a SERVPRO deal, you know, after the event happened, I seemed to just be here and present, and whatever I know very well had just happened, DIDN'T. I know that it did of course.





I have also not just told on blogs, about these occurrences, but gave you my opinions as to what could possibly be happening, that short circuits and circumvents my normal death happening each and every time. Now I will tell you another ''POSSIBILITY OR ALTERNATE THEORY OF THE CASE'', in legal terminology. One other thing is definitely within the same possibility odds range, as both and either or, this one or the one told before this one, are hard to believe and grasp, but neither one is any more difficult to accept than the other, and one must be right and one must be wrong. In the alternate theory of the Mountainpen Case, so to speak, it goes like this, and you need to be a fan of STAR TREK, the great TV show, or else know one and get with them before you read on, so they can help you with the ''Telosion'' aliens in the show and their fantastic inconceivable powers of illusion over other entities.





What could be happening here, is right along the lines of this incredible Tallow-4 planet stuff. If someone with enough MIND, gets a hold over any entity with less mind; in theory, the Svengali Hypnotic Effect Syndrome or the SHE SYNDROME and a fascinating 'MIDDIE COINCIDENCE' if I am permitted the latitude here to make that tiny little astute observation; yes, this syndrome would take over the reality of the situation quite logically and presumably, at least in my humble Mashell 1980 Daniels permitted opinion! All I am saying is that all these events where it seemed in my past, dozens of times, that I died, was just illusion created, just as with the Tallow-4 aliens, on this fantastic Star Trek show, that started all of Star Trek; did to the Earth residents who came to their world on star-ships. If not really dead and all just water that is not really there ahead of you on the black-top road on a hot summer day; then you need not be resurrected from death, or in this case; I did not need to be. Hay, I'm just sayin', you know, another theory of the case, for all you ''Law and Order'' Jack McCoy fans out there.











ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE

ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE







This does not mean that I will get any. Merely my needs are being voiced here. Jesus said, ''I'm thirsty'', but no one gave him a nice cold pitcher of icy tasty lemonade. Instead, if my scriptural knowledge and memory is at all holding up, I believe it was a sponge soaked in vinegar that was placed to his lips. Hay, as I said, this ain't a real nice and pretty world. I never said it all started with me, or that I am the only one who suffers. If my words even imply on my worst moods and days, that I mean to say that, please accept my sincere apology folks. I know a lot of peeps are going through a lot of hell. Morianity is trying to take what most peeps cannot deal with in life due to the VSG Syndrome of March 1970 in a school arts and crafts room; and make some kind of sense out of a lot of scattered up broken puzzle pieces of life. The trouble is that I have used not the normal two, or even three dimensions that other puzzles have. Instead, via hyperspace and the reality-triangle, I use five dimensional puzzle pieces. I am not the first and only one who has done this back in the long forgotten annals of recorded historical accounts of humankind civilizations. Believe that. Still, it is never ever the accepted majority belief system, again, that VSG Syndrome makes it too weird and ugly to think that way, so it is easier for people to just say, fuck that, I don't buy into that bullshit. To wit I reply, you're entitled to your 1980 Mashell Daniels opinion. But in order for me to try at least to figure out the impossible, I need to go higher than god dam three-dee, and that is just a simple truth.







Please have a very nice day and weekend, lads and lassies. I will return with more, soon!





THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW: WHAAAAAA!


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