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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