THE MIND
DIMENSION, CHAPTER 002
WELCOME
TO THIS WHITTLE NON-TWEETY-BIRD BWOG
FWOLKS. THESE PC MACHINES ARE INDEED AMAZING. IT IS NOT SO MUCH A
QUESTION OF WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH THEM, IF YOU KNEW EVERY SINGLE THING
POSSIBLE THAT YOU COULD KNOW, BUT MORE LIKE, (WHAT CAN'T YOU DO WITH
THEM?) SPEAKING OF KNOWING A LOT ABOUT THESE PERSONAL COMPUTERS,
MISTER FCC MCDOWELL, THEY JUST HACKED OFF A WORD AND I HAD TO HIT THE
'UNDO' ARROW TO ERASE THE LAST FUNCTION COMPLETED WITH THE MACHINE.
NOONE SHOWED OR HELPED ME WITH ALL OF THIS, IT WAS ALL DONE WITH
TRIAL AND ERROR, AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN IT WILL TAKE ME
CENTURIES, AND THEN, IT WILL TAKE ME MILLENNIA TO LEARN WHAT THOSE
NEWER SYSTEMS ARE CAPABLE OF DOING IF ONE WAS TAUGHT ALL POSSIBLE
THINGS ABOUT THEM, SO THIS ENDLESS GEOMETRIC PROGRESSION WOULD
POTENTIALLY GO ON UNRELENTED UNTIL AN ASTEROID STRUCK THE PLANET AND
WIPED OUT ALL OF CIVILIZATION. BUT THAT IS NOT THE FUTURE, AT LEAST
FOR A WHILE, NOR IS THE ENDLESS PROGRESSION OF COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY.
SOON, THE ROBOTICS WILL CATCH UP TO THE SOFTWARE, AND THIS NEW
HARDWARE WILL ALLOW FOR MANIKIN TYPE ANDROIDS TO BE BUILT, AND A
LITERAL DOWNLOADING INTO A SUPER SUPER COMPUTER INSIDE OF THE HEAD,
MUCH LIKE THE BRAIN OF TODAY'S HOMOSAPIEN TYPES, AND THIS DOWNLOAD
WILL COME FROM AN EXISTING COMPUTER THAT LITERALLY CAN TAKE THE HUMAN
BRAIN IN ITS ENTIRETY, AND DUPLICATE ITS VERY THOUGHTS, TRILLIONS AND
TRILLIONS OF CONNECTED ELECTRICAL IMPULSES AND CHEMICAL REACTIONS AND
A WHOLE MESS OF OTHER NICE THINGS. THERE IS NO QUESTION THAT HUMANITY
IS EVOLVING, AS IT ALWAYS HAS AND ALWAYS WILL. BUT AS MY YOUNGER
HYPERSPACE DAUGHTER WHO DID NOT LIVE PAST BIRTH HERE IN THIS WORLD
AND IN THIS EXACT PARALLEL UNIVERSE, WOULD TELL ME, “DADDY,
IT ISN'T LIKE MY INVENTION IS REALLY COMPLEX AT ALL. YOU ONLY NEED TO
RE-LEARN WHAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW ABOUT MOST OF EVERYTHING”,
HER EXACT QUOTE, AS I HAVE HEARD HERR IN ''DREAMS'' SAYING THIS TO ME
SO MANY TIMES, I COULD HAVE SAID THIS QUOTE FROM HER, BACKWARDS.
SHORTLY AFTER SHE WAS DEVELOPING THIS WHILE IN A PLACE THAT ALSO
EXISTS HERE, AS THE HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER OF EGG HARBOR CITY,
BUT OVER IN THAT PARALLEL UNIVERSE, IS CALLED HARBORFIELDS
CORRECTIONAL FOR JUVENILE FEMALES. IT IS IN THE PRECISE SPOT AS IT IS
HERE, AND MY HOME IS NEARBY, WHERE OVER HERE, THE ROUNDHOUSE MUSEUM
SITS, AS TOLD BY ME EARLIER IN THESE ORIGINAL BLOGS THAT NEED YOU TO
ARCHIVE TO GET TO, AND ALSO TOLD ABOUT, WAS THE MAN WHO SORT OF HELPS
TO RUN IT AND EVEN WROTE A GREAT BOOK ABOUT IT IN STORY FORM, BUT HAS
GREAT TRUTHS ALL HIDDEN INSIDE, MUCH AS DID MY BOOK FROM 1994,
CALLED, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, AND HIS BOOK WAS CALLED,
“SECRETS OF THE MUSEUM”. HIS NAME IS ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR. I
CONSIDER HIM TO BE A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE, DESPITE MY DISAPPEARING
FROM THIS AREA NEARLY FIVE YEARS AGO, AND NEVER EVER SPEAKING TO MY
OLD PAL SINCE. STILL, HE KNEW ALL ABOUT EGG HARBOR CITY, AND LIVED
THERE HIMSELF RIGHT ON THE MAIN DRAG OF PHILADELPHIA AVENUE.
BOB
MCDOWELL, CHAIRMAN OF THE FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, THEY ARE INSIDE OF MY MOTHER
FUCKING MOUSE, AND WON'T STOP HACKING OFF WORDS AND PARTS OF MY BLOG.
I NEED SOME HELP, AND FROM YOU TOO, GREAT PILL MILL FOE FIGHTER, HOW
ABOUT FIGHTING FOR MY RIGHTS TO EXIST AND SPEAK MY MIND WITH MY
TRUTHS, AND NOT CHOKE TO DEATH, MIZZ ATTORNEY
GERNERAL, PAM LOVELY BONDI??????????????????????????????
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
ANYTHING
THESE TURD CHEWING SKYLER TYLER LOVE-CHUNKS CAN DO, TO DIVERT ME AND
WHAT I WANT TO SAY, AWAY; BY WAY OF THEIR HACKING-PERSECUTION; IS
EXACTLY ACCORDING TO THEIR EVIL WICKED STINKING AGENDAS AND GOALS;
AND IT HAS BEEN PART OF MY NIGHTMARE LIFE, FOR SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
THREE AND SIX SOLID MOTHER LOVING ASS DECADES NOW, GOOD FOLKS. IS
THIS ANYWHERE NEAR LEGAL OR FAIR?
I
was talking to you about the invention of my wonderful lovely PEE.
She insists on this nickname, and hates anything else, even though
she is the exact opposite of what anyone would think of with a name
like pea ore PEE, you know, tiny, as she is a giant teenager, who
stands 85 inches tall now at just past seventeen and a half. I saw
her only a short while ago, you know, in powerful vivid dreaming
interactions. When she was first incarcerated at HFD, she was only
seven and a half, back a decade ago, and in a parallel universe. She
had invented all sorts of gismos, mostly computer oriented or
related. Within a few years of me telling about one of her
inventions, along came the 'Three-D laser printer' here in this
universe. But her invention has more to do with what this blog
speaking about. Right around the time that android technology becomes
feasible to the point that most civilized cultures, sell them in high
end speical large shops and only for the financially better off
folks, men and women begin buying their mates, not marrying humans
any longer. As they advance in technological ability, a setting can
be adjusted by the buyer, using both a key and an access code, that
allows a more obedient slave-type mate, or a more human type mate
with an argumentative buffer pattern in the network system of the
android MIND. Various levels all in-betwween can be set, at any time.
Eventually ass with anything from television and automobiles, mass
production and more affordable prices eventually come into reality
through our present system of supply and demand and mass production.
This all connects, so don't think I am rambling on here people,
please. Eventually, humans begin to envy their basically ageless
mates, and they too want to be inside such a body that can be
endlessly self-down-loadable. At this point, we advance to the real
near ultimate stage in homosapien evolution. This would be the
NCC-CLOUD, where we all live as one collective, and individually,
inside a totally virtual heaven of ''anything and everything we could
possibly want right at our fingertips inside of a computer
generation. After-all, this is merely a downlining process that is
how all of this reality all got here as well, inside the sixth
dimension, the REALM OF MIND. This cloud in its individuality which
would be all of those that join it and live inside of it, may wish to
leave and return to the world here from time to time, and when we all
do return, we really are still now a collection of zeros and ones.
The entire internet is zeros and ones moving all around. So PEE's
invention allows the new-world PC systems to have towers to stand on,
where a tube lifts up to enclose you, and you are reconverted back
into zeros and ones and placed into the internet and sent to a
receiving station where a three-dimensional laser-scanner or another
tube-tower as PEE calls them, attached to another machine, would just
reconstruct your pattern of zeros and ones. I made sure when I said
all of this before, and I did talk about her invention before on
earlier blogs, here and there; but I made sure NOT to go into all
these details. The time was not ready for that. Now the time is
ready. So we are talking about this. Life as anyone 60 and over knows
fully well, will be totally unrecognizable when and if we reach our
century mark age; quoting the acceptable broadcasters-lingo. There's
no going back, it only is going to keep right on racing ahead,
humanity, by its strictest sense of the word, is about to be totally
wiped out and destroyed within the lifetime of our children, and our
children are totally brainwashed and madly in love with all of this
social media junk, computerized junk, and holding our own personal
universes in our hands or pockets 24-7, and so forth. We, the human
race is already dead, and this was predicted by a real living flesh
and blood Nostradamus, me, MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, back in 1980
and 1981. Tom Glenn sang th esong and strummed his guitar, and I
wrote the song, only I did not realize something inside of me, had
written this song, and later would rewrite it in so many various
ways, huh lovely Stephanie Taylor? If you're out there, well, you
know. I don't freaking need to say one more dam word!
I
CAN TAKE MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND SEE HOW FORCES IN THE SHAKESPEARIAN
AUDIENCE ON TH EASTRAL PLANE, HAVE SCRIPTED AND MADE THIS GREATEST
REALITY SHOW IN THE COSMOS, WITH ME AS ITS ABSOLUTE FUCKING STAR OF
THE SHOW. THE STARS OF THE WORLD ARE LIKE THE STARS IN THE SKY, THEY
ARE PLAYERS, AND EXTRAS, BUT THIS ENTIRE THING IS ALL ABOUT ME, EVEN
THE DAM WEATHER CHANNEL KNOWS IT, OR THEY SHOULD, AS THEY ARE COUSIN
DONNIE'S PEEPS; AND YOU KNOW; THE GOOD OLD MOTHER FUCKING WONDERFUL
GAP-NBC
NETWORK!!!!
OCTOBER
26, 2014,
BEGINNING
EARLY SUNDAY EVENING AT 5:02,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGE SO FAR---(H-82/L-60)
HUMIDITY
IS 50%, WIND CHILL IS 81.
WINDS
ARE AROUND 0, WITH NNW GUSTS OF 13-MPH.
''I
knew we'd be apart that day, until we'd meet again at JK''; right
beautiful Paulaking2011,
well, Microsoft wants me to say that, but really it would be Paula
from 1969 and 1997, right? I will never make the mistake of telling
you or our wonderful daughter, to be careful, sweetie-pie. Don't want
you all up set, lovely goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
I FEEL LIKE GOING TO THE SKATING RINK WITH SSJKK!
WOW
DOES LIFE SUCK A BIG FAT FUCKING HARD PRICK AT LIGHT SPEED
SQUARED!!!!
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What
civil rights? What constitutional rights? What human rights?
WHETHER
IT WAS THE DAY NEAR THE HAMMONTON SKATING RINK OR LAST WEEK FROM THE
GATES OF HELL (DOGTOWN), THEY PLAY DIRTY AND THEY PLAY UNFAIR, AND
THE WORD HERO NEEDS TO BE PERMANENTLY REMOVED FROM A LOT OF MILITARY
POWER, BECAUSE YES, THE BRAVE DUDES AND DUDDESSES THAT ARE FIGHTING
AND DYING AND GETTING BADLY HURT, THEY ARE OF COURSE HEROS, BUT THE
TOP OF THE COMMAND WHO IS IN CHARGE OF DOING THINGS SO DAM
UNSPEAKIABLE THAT NO BLOG COULD HPE T TOUCH ON IT, NOT AND SURVIVE
AND THE BLOGGER LIVE TO SEE DAYLIGHT; THERE'S NO DAM ASS HEROISM
HERE. I
PROMISE YOU THAT ONE WOMO-MO!!!
Yes
it all began for me here, where Scylla sang our song for me, on June
4, 1983, and then 36 months later, boy did I wish I was never born,
and still, Copyright Office 1084 examiners, JUST WHAT'S WRONG, and
not with left or right stereo fuckiGN channels,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies and
gentlemen, I may not always be a real good boy, and I will never be
in this lifetime, a “REAL
GOOD GIRL”, but whether or not I choose or wish for anything in
particular, or not; a friend from 1999 let me know to my chagrin and
total surprise, that I have something that I up until our talk on
this one day in late summer or early autumn, and that something is
now called by modern new age society people in general, “BAGGAGE”,
with or without any TV shows from brain waster Jerry Springer. There
is a dude with a powerful set of think-plugs, who for reasons only he
fully understands and knows, maybe; decided to waste an entire
lifetime on total GARBAGE, and this man has a near Einsteinian
Intelligence Quotient, I have come to learn by sources absolutely
reliable. Her name was Helen, and when she told me this, I probably
was in utter shock, and it was not until days later that I thought it
through, and realized that this lady was no dummy either, although,
as with the case of Mister Springer, they live in garbage, and that
is just my entitled Mizz Daniels-1980 opinion, but it is my opinion.
What is this baggage, you ask me, maybe? Fine, I have no secrets from
this god dam fuckiGN world, folks. It is Sarah Krassle. SHE IS MY
BAGGAGE, and she is very very very non-Ingrid-1983 heavy, old
educator Richard Marcucci from 1969!
JUPITER,
FLORIDA WELCOMES MORIANITY BLOG READERS, VIA IMAGE FROM THE
JUPITER-CAM, COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG IN PARTNERSHIP WITH
CHANNEL 12, SOUTH FLORIDA TELEVISION.
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Happy blogging!
Posted by Cal
Smith and Katrina
Le
Thank you, Cal Smith and Katrina
Le, but I have a small whittle question 4U dudes and duddesses.
After
I ask you this question, I will tell what I was MIND-HACKED by
NCC-CLOUD-ESS (devil soldiers in old world lingo), made me forget to
tell on my earlier previous blog.
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are the current numbers on the bio for this blog:
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BEGINNING
TODAY, SINCE THIS BLOG IS DYING, MANY OF MY POSTS WILL NOT ALL BE
POSTED ON A PUBLIC ACCESS AVAILABLITY. I DO NOT GO BACK ON MY WORD.
NOBODY IS GOING TO MAKE A DAM FOOL OUT OF ME. I ONLY NEED THIS TO
KEEP MY SHIT SAFE, NOT TO MAKE ASSHOLES JUST LAUGH AT ME. UH-OH, I
TOLD THEM GINA, LIKE WITH ALL ELSE, THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME! WELL HUNNY
CAKES, THAT'S FINE, NOBODY SAYS THAT YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME. SO
LAUGH, AND CHASE EACH OTHER UP STAIRCASES, AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.
'REDICULOUS', YOU SAY, CERTAIN JERSEY UNMENTIONABLES? WERE YOU TRHERE
WHEN I DIED ALL THOSE TIMES SINCE HEADING OVER TO AUDREY HELLER'S
CRIB IN 1982? WERE YOU THERE ALL 37 OF THOSE TIMES, MISTER KNOWITALL?
Mayo Clinic in Florida
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- 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Eastern time, Monday through Friday
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME, BUT THAT'S YESTERDAY'S
NEWSPAPER AND ONLINE NEWS REPORT. WE HAVE MOVED ON, NOTHING DIES,
NOTHING LIVES, NOTHING IS ALL THAT EVER CAN BE REAL. EVERY (THING) IS
A DREAM-OUT, AWAY FROM THE VOID INFINITY OF ZERO DIMENSION.
Blue Moon,
PHOTO COURTESY OF (THE WEATHER BUG PHOTOS). ISN'T DIANA LOVELY HERE?
I
HOPE YOU REALLY SEE JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE REALLY IS!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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