FUCK
THE ESS, CHAPTER ELEVEN
Oh
boy did I have a wild trip in the hyperspace. Recently for several
months now, I have been in parallel realities where I am back living
in all sorts of various residents, with Ann and Dawn. Talk about a
depressing inward spirit taken to the epitome of the most vivid
imaginations. But last night, things were really off the scale bad.
Not only was I living back with 'these lovelies', but along with
them, on the same grounds on some big property, I also was dealing
with two Phase 4 Entities (P4E).
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Well
Louise XXXXXXXXXXX Hendershodt, of
Northeast, Maryland, back in the middle late nineteen-sixties; with
all of my many troubles and woes; at least I am
not back in school. Like those days need to be repeated, and
of course, soon they will be, in this endless
hell-cycle of HELL.
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FEBRUARY
11, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 10:35,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 62 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-62/L-50)
WINDS
ARE NNW AT 7, GUSTING TO LUCKY '11'
HIMIDITY
IS 65% AND WIND CHILL IS 61 DEGREES.
People
all over the place have degrees, and are skilled in ways that allow
them successful careers, that make them monetary gains; but all the
same, they are a century behind me and what I know. Now if that
sounds all stuck up and hostile; then I can only offer up my most
sincere apology. The truth is not always the prettiest doll in the
toy drawer. Understanding some powerful truth about
type-3-exploratrons and phase-4-entities changes the playing field of
awareness in ways not imaginable.
Last
night as I said, I was in a really ugly place, and living with Ann
and Dawn, in hyperspace somewhere. Dawn was dead drunk and asleep,
and I was talking to Ann. Suddenly loud sounds were all around me,
and two P4E were outside. In waking life, these were the characters
on “L&O”, one from the 'SVU' and the other from 'CI'. They
were as are all phase-4-entities, who they are as the characters they
depict. Lawtronic operations above the mind-realm, or the seventh
dimension, forces a natural order to exist under basic natural laws
with limitations and so-called permission barriers, on all five
dimensions of the hyperspace, or all of the parallel realities. This
keeps Astral Plane Entities (APES) of the other kind; from coming
into life here, with unfair advantages, or upsetting the natural
orders and balances. There are no real hero characters in other
words, no Superman, no Flash, no Spiderman, no Captain Lightning, and
so on. Also there are no real non mentally deluded werewolves,
vampires, or Dark Shadows type witches, and so forth. There is a
norm, and there is a barrier out beyond it to some degree, but beyond
that is the lawtronic permission barrier, or put another way,
something that I attempted in the year of 1994, to write in a
fictional form, as a book, to describe what I was being put through
by some one who manged to trick the forces of the lawtron, allowing
me to be under this mega-hell from this twisted bunch of semi-human
nightmares. So the noises outside of this ugly weird residence, were
all coming from Detective Elliot Stabler and Detective Bobby Goren;
and they were both who they are, as television characters in this
universe's waking life realm. When APES attempt to enter into
dreaming hyperspace in ways that violate lawtronic limitations, they
are transformed energetically, by lawtornics, into book and
television characters, and so on, made up fictional energies inside
of the minds that already have dream-bodies here in the fifth
dimension. This as I said is all created as a sustaining force of
natural balances, in very much the same way as the forces also hold
planets and stars and a lot more, into orbits, and so forth. But as
any good astronomer knows, these lawtrons can be overcome down in
mind realm, and when something is violated, normally this second
safety net is there to catch and fix the errors that otherwise would
throw real monkey wrenches into our waking world, such as roaming
vampires suddenly on the prowl all over the place.
Suddenly
I had become fully aware in this experience, that I was hypnotized
and only allowed to believe that I successfully escaped to Florida
back in December of 2009, when in fact, I was caught by Dawn King,
and she beat me half to death with her beyond powerful fists. She is
almost as big and strong as Brooke Shields, and almost as gorgeous to
look at when she wasn't all fucked up and wasted via her alcohol
abuse. There are parallel universes where I ran away from the great
Queen of England, back when she was twelve. She caught me and kissed
me, and let me just say that I would be in too much trouble if I
finished that story on these blogs, but it did lead to some musical
lyrics in that magical year of 1984, and the United States Copyright
Office knows this all too well, I am quite freaking sure!
But
anyway, I came to learn that I was in this alternate reality, as
being energetically inside of ones doppelganger, just makes an entity
suddenly know what the doppelganger knows. This is how I have to
realize just today, this very exact day, that back in the summer time
in 1970, THAT FAMILY of washcloths, didn't communicate that they were
''THAT FAMILY'' to me at all. I merely was in my own doppelganger as
a normal dreaming type-1-exploratron, as all dreamers are, and when
we are; we suddenly, as in a sort of physical equivalent of quantum
entanglement, just know the same things that are 'dream-double'
knows. This is why we seem to just know stuff, in these 'dreaming
situations', and it also is how spies in secret programs decades ago,
called (remote-viewers) learned how to know things, by simply
dreaming things, but they had to learn several tricks, to get to the
point where there were no longer merely 'having dreams', but
'DREAMING', notice the second capitalized word is a VERB, connoting
an ACTION!
So
here I am, with Ann and outside this residence, were too angry
screaming men, whom you all know, as the television characters; named
Goren and Stabler, from the greatest law show, in the history of all
time television entertainment, “Law & Order”!
I
knew suddenly, because my 'dream-double' already knew all along
(doppelganger), that Goren was my friend who was trying to get some
proof he had documented on paper, that he had hidden right near the
house, that was a little bit like a double mobile home in appearance;
and he wanted to share this wit me. These documents all proved how
the family had done all these to me and were in league with a higher
power that rules over them, the great and powerful MC,
(Millionth-Council). My blogs talked about all of this when they
began in early 2006, and were then interrupted and sent in other
directions, diverted by other MC action,
might be a way of saying this.
Now
when Goren tried to retrieve what he had hidden, Stabler caught him
and they went into a real screaming match, and then Stabler struck
Goren with a shovel, hard, and as big as Goren is, he fell and was
dizzy, and Stabler pushed him into an area right beyond where an
inner tool shed room existed, and Stabler locked him in there. Goren
pounded and screamed until finally, the inside wall gave way to his
powerful pounding, and broke, and he managed to come into where Ann
and I were, and he said to us, Stabler probably has a gun and won't
be afraid to use it. This is an exact quote. He handed me the papers
and I hurriedly sifted through them, and sure enough, as he had told
me, they proved how people all over the place in positions of immense
power, in business, in politics, in military circles, and all over;
were in fact out to get me, and had planned the entire mess I was in,
with Ann and Dawn. Then Stabler broke in through a window, and he
aimed a gun at my chest. Ann and Goren begged him not to shoot me,
but his words were, “He knows dam it; now I have to put holes in
him”. I heard a couple of bangs and felt like I was on fire, and
then kapow, I woke up, and it was over.
FUCK
THE ESS, CHAPTER 10
It's mostly
clear today with some white puff clouds around. It is 70 degrees at a
quarter past one this Tuesday afternoon. Today is the tenth of
February of 2015, and Jane Shitmiseries got me at one-eleven.
WEIN-SSDD-SOSO???????????
FEBRUARY
10, 2013,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:18, MIZZ JANE WHORE,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY IN TEMPS----(H-70/L-59)
WINDS
ARE BLOWING WNW AT 19, GUSTING TO 26.
HUMIDITY
IS 51%, WIND CHILL IS 69 DEGREES.
Protect Yourself This Beach Season
UPDATED August 13, 2013
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WELCOME
TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. David Roth, if he had not
been murdered by Mister Schau from Northeast Drake Towers Philly,
Pennsylvania, for the life insurance money; would also add a few cute
and clever words into this mix. He would add, also, to the world of
LIGHTNING GODDESSES, BOTBARS, AND JITBAGS, very fitting, very
apropos, and quite bold and audacious as well. On this partly cloudy
night, just a bit shy of sunset, here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida,
USAESMWG; let me tell the world and any loyal Morians some real
powerful stuff that is going to be difficult to argue with me on, all
though so many will of course, endlessly try, since the
HUNTINGTON-KLINE CURSE is always in full effect, and is totally
responsible for all of these situations that thereby will endlessly
lay far out beyond my control, or the heart of rock and roll
copyrighted Clyde, keeping things in the new fashion, and bringing me
to this powerful next paragraph, that proves me right, MISSES MAROLA
OF 1969, and all the rest of you endlessly wrong. Oh the days of
Misses Stroemeyer above me, blaring out her opera records at all
hours of the night, only my poor mom had to listen, as my bedroom
faced the corner leaving an entire room in-between me and this loud
loveliness, back in 1967, oh yes sir, the next time you come over
here, PATTERSON, “I'LL BE DEAD”, not exactly PC in this century,
but then, that was that century, and even better still, THAT-BOY did
not have to witness this horror show, dear sweet departed darling
mommy, YO!!!!!!!! And then along came 300 years, and WORLD LABS, gee,
golly gash, darn federal men of 1988, and 1966 who thanks to my
wonderful old fart father, sorry Frank asshole Lombardo, for my lack
of family respect, duh, but oh the wanderlust called him long before
it ever called you, oh great disco diva of yesteryear!!
Only
a few will understand all of this, and that is all fine and well, as
I will be shortly packing up, and leaving for Mexico. No one believed
my blogs in the autumn of 2008 when I said I am doing a Harry Callas
Home Run from New Jersey, and I really do not care in the slightest,
who believes or refuses to believe me now. One thing I have learned,
is that when no feelings are involved whatsoever, no problem.
Striking a bad tooth without the proper application of Novocain
however, and a child can see the knee-jerk reactions that life has
always demonstrated. This is why this great Queen of Dance of the pre
1980 circa, felt the need to do that project with that name, it also
is why I get yelled at so often, by so many peeps. In addition, it
leads me to realize that Paula and McKinnon may have issues with me,
as my daughter remains either one of two things, mysteriously silent
or very complementary. When, as my mother always said since I was
knee high to a turtle, despite the 'LAW AND ORDER' dribble that is
heard on television, a person feels badly, the normal reaction is
attack. This tells me that some other peeps or force, put Tom Reale
up to doing that dastardly deed to me, back in 1970, and all the
other things that I simply will not bother to talk on and on about
and waste your time and my time, folks.
THIS
WAS A PIP, MISTER BILLY TTZ MUMMY. SO WHO'S YOUR BEST BUDDY, KLUGMAN
ODD OR ME, YO?
I
knew if I said anything about MOVER-BARRY,
he would vanish, and so he did. Ten days ago I dropped him off after
work, at the local K-Mart, boom, no more Barry. I know this is
all true, and I know who all of you great KENNEDY'S are, and so do
the few true MOVERS. Still, MOVERS are not
necessarily hyperspace travelers. Stop thinking that anyone
needs a physical vehicle. Hyperspace is traveled through with the 6th
dimensional mind that has been signaled into us here in 3 dimensions
of this waking life. Once, someone learns how to wake up inside of a
dream, as they perceive a dream, and then be able instead of watching
the movie through a doppelganger perspective, but actually begin to
be able to take over and control your doppelganger, and beyond this,
other things around you, living and even non-living, well, some of
you get the picture of what I've been dealing with. It is quite
intricate, and so are some lovely peeps I have been so blessed to
have come into my wonderful life, JS. Every time I ever doubt
something, I do the unthinkable, I ask this great wonderful kitty cat
friend of mine, who I have known for such a long eternity now. He
meow's, and mathematically provides the answer to anything I ever
need to know.
A
year ago tomorrow, I said some cool shit on my blog. Hay Billy Mummy,
just call me a Hershey's Twilight Zone PIP today, YO DOG!
FEBRUARY
11, 2014,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
I
want to talk about many of the things that I used to discuss while
alone in various residences, or driving my vehicle some place, back
in the nineties, and the days of Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA, in the Camden
County Prosecutor's Office, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG,
who I met on the afternoon of 5 December, 1989. This day to me was
last week; and is as clear as a church bell, that is ringing out out
loudly, over a crisp early breezy autumn day, and carrying its sound
for many miles; over lovely terrains of area, such as those
surrounding the great English city of London, England. No, I do not
tend to forget many things no matter how long the time in-between
present focus and those past events, may be, unless of course, I have
been part of in some way, what the Bluebook Truth Patriots have come
to call, ''forcefully made a part of the abduction syndrome''. In
truth, no one is physically abducted to anywhere and from anywhere,
just as time and hyperspace travel will never be accomplished without
using the greatest system and the only system for doing this, MIND,
and of course the great wise Chinese folks already totally knew these
things, a few thousand years ago, and even taught Jesus Carpenter a
lot of this great ancient wisdom.
Yes,
I would decide to try and analyze stuff, a loud, and onto tape,
caught by my life journal so that I could re-listen at later times to
my ideas and theories as well as reported events that happened in
real time while doing this; and then adding to this already vast
storehouse of information, new ideas that the older journals and
words, would bring new, into my mind. All historians and philosophers
alike will tell us, that history can be defined as all records and
knowledge of various trust worthy sources, as best as can be hoped
for, that go back to where they begin and end at the present focus in
time. Only when humankind develops a full knowledge as well as
respect, for the truths of our fifth dimensional hyperspace existence
as a society of existing physical beings on this planet called the
Earth, can we begin to see how even if the most trusted records could
accurately depict and display the past to us in the present, this is
merely a space-time-mind or STM present 5th-D focus. In 3-D, it would
be fully correct. In 5-D, as hyperspace branches out in what someday
is measured on 'AFTSA' Scales, displays begin to show all around the
original 3-D past-view, and begin showing surrounding circles of
varying parallel universes. When someone does not follow in
regular-time, in the way the speed and direction of normal flow takes
the whole, they begin to first move in the higher fifth dimension
beneath the still higher MIND REALM or the sixth dimension that
creates all of the space-time parallel universes of the fifth. This
and only this; will then begin the movement, out of regular time, on
the still lower, fourth dimension. This is why the time travel
paradox is old news, yesterday's viewpoint and theoretical science or
junk science, as in truth, there is always much more to anything that
human beings begin playing with and thinking about, and this will
always be the case. In the future in many parallel worlds that I have
dreamed into and now remember, it is called the DHKB. This stands for
Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier. Picture it like this. When you are
5 years old in a sand box, well, some of you; you thought you were
king of the sand box and knew it all. When you hit sixth grade you
thought back to that day in the sandbox and laughed quietly at your
buttwipe self, as now you really know it all, no doubt about it. Then
this same laugh reoccurs around age 17 or so, then again at maybe 22,
27, 35, and it will go on like this as long as you live and your
brain is healthy enough to think rationally and see that you will
only know one huge thing while physically here in hyperspace, for
absolute certain. This being, that no matter how much you learn, all
it really is doing is showing you just how much more there really and
truly is still out there to know and learn. It is like holding two
pieces of three by six inch pad paper in your hands and separating
them by say about six inches. The sheet closest to you is
representative of all that you know and understand about your outer
surroundings beyond the ''you'' inside of your shell body. Then
sheet of paper 6 inches away is now a little later in this
representation, where you feel and think that you know so very much
more than you did back at sheet one. But as these two sheets go onto
display this double horizon knowledge barrier, you must see it more
like, as you progress forward, the closest sheet is slowly moving
towards the farther away sheet. The problem is that for every inch
that the closer sheet moves, the farther away sheet will always and
forever move an inch and a half further away. This allows you to
pictorially visualize this truth much more accurately. It shows
anyone willing to see this, and even more, to do this with two sheets
of paper, that the more you know, the more you will know that you
don't know. Said in a way less depressing that would appease lovely
Twinbay-0809 perhaps, and keep me more of a glass half full kind of a
guy, in her opinion; look at it as the more we become aware of, the
more we realize just how much totally is yet to be discovered. It is
a game of catch up however that cannot ever be won, while living as
humans in fifth dimensional hyperspace, Mister Freeman, sir!
So
here I am keeping these journals on cassette tapes, beginning on
February 1, 1983, calling it PHONE PROGRAM 1 and 2 on the A and the B
sides of the tape. Within about 2 to 3 years somewhere down further
along, I changed this to Journal Tape number instead of Phone Program
number, even though I kept tapes in the telephone system as well as
in the out of phone recorder for use in my residences on portable
tape recorders, as well as in my vehicle, on an attached by rope to
the handle, a car tape recorder. I had my entire life bugged up like
the Kennedy/Nixon/Syndrome, as I'll refer to this as. This as you
all know is how I got that realtor to repeat what he had spoken
previously to me in his office, when he was in my vehicle and we were
going to that property together, that I was being stopped from
selling, until the magic date that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE wanted it to
be sold on, and that was 8-8-88, yes, August eighth in
nineteen-eighty-eight, and this is a day I will not forget in the
next eighty eight thousand years, I promise you that,
WOMIL-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May the forces reign and rule, oh
wonderful Pedigree dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
closing out, a year ago, I also made this whittle non typo-shittle
statement, that again, I'll PIP into this blog.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
As
my journal grew bigger and bigger, and for all I know is now in the
hands of the Federal Bureau of investigation, many things were
happening, that totally dwarfed these tiny recent PCM's, Eminence
Benedict sir; and all anyone has to do that has power and clout that
is reading my private journals that I must keep safe through either
copyrighting it all, blogging it all, and hopefully very shortly,
BOTH, but all they have to do is get together and sit down with open
minds, the Vatican and the powerful American government, and you will
see that I have been responsible not only for the BLUEBOOK, but for
its ending at an exact date in ''3-D-history'', Morgan sir; and if I
keep saying too much, I will not be a ''free man'' like you are; but
yes; they know my life story is real and that my words all prove this
to be a true accurate account of reality. At the precise point in
history, where Sarah came to me in a dream by old fashion ways of
seeing all of this, and took my chain away from me and then it was
really gone after I woke up, this is the exact moment in time when
Project Bluebook terminated, and the United States Air-force said, NO
MORE. It ain't saucers and aliens they are covering up, my friends.
It is the powers that created all of them, along with lots of other
really far out freaking stuff. But don't believe me. That's on all of
you, my friends!
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
Just so you know, Attorney
General Bondi, the reason the second I go onto my machine, I hear
weird sounds next door, is because they are pirating my WIFI signal,
and when they get kicked off their online whatever, it automatically
is set to go back to a videogame system that makes the exact same
sound. It is every time without exception, it should be illegal, and
the reason I know it is because I souk-traveled over to there a short
while ago and roamed around with my astral-body. Now granted, you do
not always know for sure if you are maintaining a near similar
localized hyperspace universe, but what I saw jives up with what I
hear every single time I so much as click a mouse and tap one key and
activate my weather-bug app in the system, that kicks the bastard off
his illegal system.
Now
to discuss somewhat more extensively, cousins and friends of the
family, of great and mysterious washcloths, telepathically controlled
dream trips, and so much more; I will begin by saying, something that
happened to me in 1968 while making a solo trip up to visit my Aunt
Ruth Huntington Gottwald, makes a lot more sense to me recently. I
was coming back from the island and was in NYC, on my way to make a
connection by bus, straight to Camden, New Jersey, when I ran into a
girl gang, about my age or maybe a year or two older, made up of some
real goddesses. One of them said something to me when I was trying to
purchase a bus ticket, that I will not repeat right now, but I never
forgot it, or that wild day, because I spent too much money, and was
not going to be able to further than Camden, and needed to go to
Westmont, another five miles or so to the east, where I lived at
125-A Haddon Hills Apartments. I will only say that this three
sentence communication from this gorgeous hot black chick to me, was
not at all distanced from what was spoken to me on the beach by that
young couple regarding them appearing to be onto my time schedule,
and then commenting on it. For right now, I will tell you that I did
answer this tall beauty queen back, and that is when she said
something so mind blowing, I would not feel safe right now, blogging
it in lieu of recent major cat-bag letting on several wild things.
They lived on one hundred twenty ninth Street, and what they said to
me involved time manipulation, and way more than just the family of
my daughter. While one of them was speaking to me, another was
repeating for me to hear it, and I know this as sure as I sit here
right now, to the third girl in this group-gang, as their were three
total, “You witch, you witch, you witch”. The girl who this was
being said to kept saying she was going to beat the dam stew out of
the one saying it, and this kept on going and getting a bit louder,
while the other girl was speaking directly to me about time and
schedules and then made a vicious remark that I am not going to
discuss. But in 1996 in the autumn, I met a very evil woman who
resided in Glendora, New Jersey, sort of a word combination of two
witches in the great famous Wizard of Oz movie, Cora and Glinda. You
witch when pronounced was the last name of this woman whose first
name was Paula, Paula Uwich. She is the one who told me without even
knowing me, out of the blue, that the Braxton sisters, and Toni the
singer in particular, was in with Sarah. I went to this Paula Uwich
because she said that she was able to find Sarah for me, back during
my frantic search for her began that year, following my hypnotherapy,
that brought all of this horrible freaking garbage back to me, from
the land of THINGS BETTER LEFT
FORGOTTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
don't know these wicked Braxton's, nor do I care to, but I came to
learn later on, following wild dreams, such as the one on June 21,
2008, and so many others; but she insisted, Paula Uwich that is; that
she was all connected to it. I laughed as it made no sense. But a
couple years in the future while living at Guthrie Short's mansion,
at 231 Route 73, in Blue Anchor, New Jersey; my caller ID showed
'BRAXTON' each time some black dude called me and acted really weird
and reef-whacked, and I could hear female voices off in the distance.
Extensive research showed many things after the nineties ended, as I
began doing some leg work. Also, in 1997, while still at the
Somerdale death house, while out at the Pure City Recording Studio,
in Philadelphia, nine or ten months before I met Sir PP, and was
trying to get the song that I wrote recorded, 'SARAH', I was put
through hell beyond anything anyone could start to freaking imagine.
I had written this back at the Highview Apartments on May 12, 1996,
about four months before purchasing that nightmare Somerdale home
where Sinatra's dirt bag fan club president, Mike Stozny Snotsy,
persecuted me day and night, forcing me to sell the home at a
$30,000.00 loss, and leading me, between that, and PP and his garbage
country music venture, into bankruptcy court. But while at that
studio one day, I left and was at the elevator to go down to the
street level of the building, and when the elevator came, a
doppelganger of Paula Giant King was there. Why was she there? What
possible reason did she have for being there, just a short time after
the second rape where maintenance man Sam saw her enter my apartment,
only I have zero memory of her doing it. This is how she later
miscarried PEE! She got David Gardner and that Robinson guy who was
the lawyer partner, turned against me, and it was a total nightmare.
This was all just a couple months after Paula Uwich began taking
great sums of money from me in return for delivering Sarah to me. I
won't say she did not do this, in fact, I doubt that forty grand was
ever spent in history, to show anyone exactly where God was hiding in
carnal form. The money was cheap when you take a Twinbay freaking
attitude about it. But during all these incredible things, there was
a day while I was on the telephone and speaking with Paula, and
suddenly she fell dead asleep and there was snoring on the other end
of the line. A similar event happened in late 1988 out near Taylor
Cottage in Exton, Pennsylvania. I was speaking directly with a man
named Ray Young, and suddenly he was sound asleep. For a long time I
believed some force was doing this until I came to wonder if maybe I
had some strange ability to hypnotize people. This is when one day
while in a business meeting at Invent-Help at their Cherry Hill
Office, I decided to try and play around with this, and before I knew
it, the salesman had totally admitted to me that it was all a farce,
and no one ever was made to profit by this company. It was just a big
scam, despite current day boxer Foreman getting behind 'his buddies'
there. Not long ago, I ran into someone locally here that caused a
lot of trouble for me ever since. This person told me that I had the
same ability McGuire has, and that my daughter has. She also told me
my daughter hypnotized me that day at that house, after I had given
her a lift from the throat specialist's office back to this house, at
her request. There is a lot more to all of this and this is a mere
surface crust of a very deep well, people. Whenever I am near any of
these people, I have to picture something along the lines of the
Three Stooges smacking each other and hearing those goofy noise sound
effects, or a room where they and a party of 100 other people all are
throwing pies at each other. This for whatever reason, short circuits
the ability of these Washcloth Telepathic Travelers. This person also
told me that puns are powerful with them, for reasons that would take
a million Einstein minds to properly understand. When I asked what
was meant by this, I got the answer, “You know, like 1986 and Nick
At Night, and along those lines” That's a quote. I tried pumping a
little further, and just got a smirky smile. I couldn't help but to
think of ADA Ron Wirtz back early in the nineties, when he told me
how he was getting smiley-face responses, when attempting to
communicate with 'OTAMM'.
I
have nothing but hatred for all of these monsters from hell. I am
stuck forever with SSJK, and I won't lie and say I don't love her to
death out in her great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, but here on Earth
right now, I am so angry with her and her games, I could eat a ton of
fucking elephant shit, ''and like it'', Maxwell
Smartboom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
having some really nutty off the wall shit in your head seems to
protect people, from their shenanigans and hooligans. Also, I now
know exactly how to say some things, and how to move my voice in just
the right way, and I too am able to do what they can do. I am just
wondering if David Smith and Richard Marcucci are ever going to give
me an A+++++ for all of this lifelong hell, after the spiritual
destruction of Haddonfield, New Jersey, and my coming to reside on
the great farm out beyond it, AKA Robin Tweet-Tweet Hill of Voorhees?
Also I wonder, if a big ass W-O-W is in order right about now, Bob
McDowell and Johnny Fucker-Faster, and Sir Andrews Whatever? McGuire
may not have changed his name as so many have done in this group, but
he traces to those who have such connections. He is always angry at
everybody, and the reason for that anger is not bloggable. I have
come to know a little bit of this, and what little I know is not safe
to rat out and tell, Charlie Harmer Boardwalk Holmes, and all secret
agents in all dimensions.
Howard
Solomon, Bob McGuire, Heinz Gottwald, and one other person that is a
P4E, all share a grumpy personality, and
since all dots connect, it took awhile, but I managed to eventually
figure out just why. It is the reverse effect of those mentally
challenged. Ever notice those type of persons usually are happy all
the time? The reverse is that if you know too much concerning some
things, the reverse of extra happy becomes extra miserable and
grumpy. We would have to take years to get into PHASE-4-ENTITIES for
this to really make some sense to you out here. Still, I feel the
need to blog it all, with limits for safety.
Don't
even fucking think about trying to fuck me again, Jane Whore. You
have been a real thorn in my asshole long enough, monster slapper.
Let me hop a bus now and get away from these three dam girls!
There
is more power in Atlantic City ten times over, then the entire middle
east. The power is not in the oil, either. The conflict over there
was ongoing long before human kind knew what oil was or ever so much
as conceived of extracting any of it. The power is where the Almighty
plans to set up shop, literally, Misses Estelle Bassler
Enron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't go getting the idea that she tells
me any secrets. I am stuck in the “You better obey me or else''
mode, with this giant super teen queen. But I do know a lot more than
any of you, and IPYT (I PROMISE YOU THAT)!!!!!!!!!!! But I'll promise
you something else. All five dimensions connect just as I said a
couple years back in my analogy with the centered wet towel and then
the surrounding dry ones slowly getting seeped into. This is a dam
good example of shit even if I do have to say so my dam ass self,
lads and lassies! The minute I so much as mentioned P4E and hinted
around at the TV personality on L&O, of Adam Schiff, this sent
the Astral Energy of two other P4 ENTITIES my way. Long before 2008
came around in this universe, Adam Schiff was with me in Atlantic
City at the Central Pier. Consciously I did not even know the name of
that pier, Schiff Central Pier. He was a mailman in the interaction,
and was telling me some real major stuff. It is all on my blogs from
the first couple of years of my blogging.
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Ed
Lynch told me he doesn't dream. Actually nobody is dreamless, this
just means that hyperspace memories are not able to surface to
consciousness; and for those in that situation, joining the ESS is a
total impossibility. Ed used to tell me, "I'm lucky, they can't
get at me, the way they do you". That's a quote, and from an
'atheist'. I wonder if anyone is as true blue atheist as they claim,
especially in those dark quiet moments of solitude, and when they get
a real nasty pain in the heart or almost choke on a mama-cass ham
sandwich. You get my drift! I know you do.
OH MIGHTY SARAH, YOU RULE GIRL!!!!!!!
I KNOW THIS, AND NEED NO CIFALOGLIO MAGS TO INFORM ME
OF THAT TRUTH.
PLEASE STOP LOCKING ME UP IN LIGHTHOUSES, ALMIGHTY
JEHOVAH, IWALU SO MUCH.
990-990-990-990-990-990-990-990!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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