I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE, CHAPTER 9

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE

CHAPTER 9

''Good Lord and a quarter''; Mister Lenny McKinnon from 1980; when I was just a boy, if you had told me, that all this shit was in front of me; I would have asked you to use that fucking magnum 45 on me.

There are a handful of real people who really wish to know some stuff. Law enforcement and the system however, is not part of that open minded group. What I was eluding to a few blogs back, regarding the name I gave to something, that was spoken to me in my Highview Apartments unit, that day back in 1994, by a really gigantic Williamstown Police Officer; and I called this the GWPO SYNDROME, or just the GWPOS. He said he refused to believe my story, that even back then was the same basic thing that it is in present times more than two decades later on in time illusion (STM), and he gave me his reason, and this reason is basically what anyone working in the CJ system in any capacity is going to also concur with, unless maybe he is the fictional ''L&O-TV'' character, Detective Munch, of the Special Victims Unit. How I totally love that dude, CUBED, CUBAN, and then some more, YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This reason given to me by this nearly seven foot tall muscular officer of WILL-I AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey-USA, wasn't complicated. It is reflected as I said by mostly all who are employed by the system. He said; Mister Mohr, I don't believe your story and your stuff, for the simple reason, that I don't want to believe that my country could be involved in anything that bad. This is a near quote, but not an absolute word for word verbatim series of words. It totally reflects his idea he wanted to get across to me, and baby-love; I'll never ever ever never, never ever ever, FORGET THAT DAY, or what HE SAID TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, he is entitled to his opinion, and so is anyone else, to directly quote a lady coworker of mine from 1980, in Camden, New Jersey, USA; named Mashell Daniels. Funny to mention her right now, as I would in all honesty,be forced to tell you all something here. A conversation between the two of us that then went onto prompt her to make that remark to me, was the very very first sunrise memory of some horrible dam shit, that I had been suppressing out of conscious memory from around eight years before that day in the RPL Sound Studios. We don't need to open cans of real ugly worms. But in a total nutshell, Amy-Emy Roth Jokester; within the past couple of weeks, I stopped suppressing the memory of having that Dan Mackey cassette recorder with me on the trip in 1972 up to my dam relatives. I never lost the tape I made of my kid telling me certain things at age two, well, until I left the great house of Dawn-Marie King, that is. Now I had my copy, but how did my marvelous and unfathomable daughter get hers? After-all, this was not a hot night in Manhattan fourteen years later, as we all know I lost a tape on that night. It is so wild how I never told Dave when he left the club and his pals 'New Shoes' that night, anything at all. Only that fuzzy memory was there about a name that was close to my daughter's name, but close only counts in horse shoe games and lightning strikes, as the old saying goes. Even still, I never talked to him about Maria Kelly, and yet I told him everything, right down to things you wouldn't tell your own dam spouse most of the time. We have a long time to get into way more detail about the human mind and memory and its true source and how it is cosmos itself and so on, but for now, this blog won't even think of going there. I know that there are a dozen people or close, and they may be sharing printed copies for all I know with many more, but in either case, this is enough for me to go on telling some more powerful stuff that needs to be told. I did not forget about going deeper into the phases of entity-reality, or anything else that I said I would further talk about. It hasn't been a good time recently, as you all know. But you also have learned a few giant things even without me saying fucking BOO, let alone bailing any of my great daughter's friends out of local county jails over four years ago. All I can say with a full heart, is that it's come to my attention, that indeed, a few people are really quietly attempting to learn some things from me, and are anxiously awaiting me to go onward and tell a lot more things. Well I will, so please don't fret. I will get a lot more into polarity and direction as well as how MIND fits into this powerful interplay. For the time being, try to forget machine mind, as consciousness cannot really begin at all until machine mind is still advanced to a way more high-tech greater memory and power capabilities, along with incredibly advanced processing speeds. Maybe, the NSA mainframe has the consciousness of a three year old at best right now, and their system is 30 years ahead of anything any of us could possibly ever start to even deal with. So keeping this as just biological brain mind, we live here in hyperspace as Phase-3-entities. The void is Phase-1, and the Plank or (Astral-Plane) is Phase-2. Those who try to violate the lawtronics of the seventh dimension, and enter into dreaming hyperspace as too advanced or too weird, or too powerful, or anything that breaks the basic natural laws and order of things that Lawtronics is there to both create and to sustain; must be transferred into a Phase-4-Entity, (P4E). They become a part of already existing P3E connected bio-data for lack of a better way of saying it. They come in not as babies who start dreaming as a tiny little thing that became 'born', but rather, they come to us in a transferred energy. If the Astral Entity that wished to dream in here as Superman, had made it, this would totally violate the Lawtronics of the entire system. It would break the natural laws and orders and patterns of rhythms. So when they make this attempt, they become mere bio-data, or fictional entities, characters inside the imaginations and the dreams, of other already existing Phase-3 entities, or us. But this has all been told before if you archive blogs from 2006-2009, when my blogs originally began. Now I need to tell you a little more about how localized, midland, and distant parallel universes of the hyperspace, transfer and scramble the energies of these P2E or Astral dream-down entities. I said originally that they can only become fictional characters that exist in various imaginations and minds of regular hyperspace dreamers, or P3E, but it is more complex than that. They come into parallel universes with strong natural order and balances, as transferred energy as stated; but; in more distant hyperspace, as we all know except for the few who claim they don't dream, and really they do but just never ever have recall to any of it; but we all know that there are some wild distant hyperspace locales where pizza pies begin to grow legs or talk, or a pig walks into an ice cream shop and orders a snow cone, and so forth. These are the locales where they are so distant from where good solid natural law exists through the lawtronics, and is starting to literally break down, and here is where P4E can indeed come to reside in tangible waking reality in hyperspace. But the worlds around them are so chaotic and full of other wild characters such as themselves; that there is little time or ability for any of them to get together and realize that there is an ESS, or for that matter, other ways such as towel seepage and intentionally cause hyperspace effects, or 'ICHE', and long story made quite short, this is how the lawtronics, even in its outer edged weakened state, to effect the P4E from taking any form in physical hyperspace; keeps this all in check. These wild entities that would totally violate our natural world, are totally stuck in worlds where pizza pies talk and cars turn into your grandmother, and so forth. Most of you know darn well, these places are out there, or said your old fashioned way, ''You've had those type of dreams after too much ice cream and pizza before going to sleep''. The real powerful shit is not Phase-4-Entities, but the system that operates even above and beyond the Lawtronics, that permits the Phase-1 Void to blow out into the PLANK, or P1E going to their next stage of being P2E. This plank is a time and a space that exists just out past the void of total absolute zero-dimensional nothingness. In order to go from zero to the tiniest little something, from the void to the plank; a system is necessary that takes the void nothing, and turns it into less than nothing and then springing that back into nothing. That amount of unfathomable force would be like every star in the universe, times a vigintillion googalplex, and then times the power of that, and then again and again, a trillion times or so more. If that would equal one, you need to get to another googalplex to the power of a googalplex to the power of yet another googalplex. This will still fall short, but might give you a raw idea of how much energy was needed, in order to take void nothing, bring it down to less than nothing, and then blow it back out again to nothing. This incredible power allowed things to blow out into the Astral-Plane or the Plank Realm. When interacting in this realm, the area appears to be septillions of times larger than this entire known universe. Things are in a ratio and proportion, perfectly matching in so far as creating this ultra gigantic arena for interacting, outside of the really true only thing, that could possibly ever be indeed real or true, which of course is the VOID. Yet the hyperspace that surrounds and expands past the PLANK REALM, is a result of the entities or the Astral Dreamers (P2E) losing energy periodically through numerous countless interactions, and falling into their sleepy dreams down into the hyperspace. This is why it all appears to have blown out past the tiny little PLANK, that is anything but tiny when inside of it. Still, that is why we are perceiving this gigantic universe all around us. Now have their ever been those who successfully violated the system of Lawtronics, and were able to get into more natural ordered worlds such as our particular parallel universe in the multiverse, or hyperspace that we exist in; you may now be wondering. Let us delve a little bit into this, shall we? The Lambrigg Cult formed in a distant part of hyperspace from this particular universe we're now in. The ESS is one of the main operations of them, along with some of the more powerful gods of the Astral Plane. There is an order in all universes no matter how distant, polarity must exist or it cannot be sustained. But hopping across a multi-cosmic pond can be done in dangerous steps that if successful, can land these entities closer and closer to natural world locales where indeed, they would have beyond superior power and ability over any of us in our wildest nightmares and imaginations. The basic trick is this. You create universes where the polarity is not in perfect balance, and the entire universe must collapse, but it will take some time to happen. During this time, they can do some things that none of you are ready for me to tell you about, stuff that has all happened to every one of you right here, is all because of this stuff being talked about, and it is not one bit pretty. The objective is to scatter a bunch of universe-rocks in a pathway so they can slowly but surely hop along and reach a more natural world where they can rule, hence the gods, hence the ESS, hence when brought down to a human equation even further down the line, the have's, the wealthy owners, the movers and shakers (MAS), right down to one powerful Goddess, first daughter, great ISISCYLLA JEHOVAH, or Sarah-Stacey Krassle, taking over and saying HER favorite words and claims, that are indeed totally true, “I AM” and also, “YOU OBEY”. These powerful secrets will get me killed eventually for daring to say them, EVEN THOUGH I am just thought of as a crackpot mad man, not to be taken seriously in the least. But if I was a senator or a billionaire, or a celebrity, and posted this blog; well, the world would last between 3 and 12 hours after sunrise in South Florida tomorrow morning, and THAT's a dam promise, Mister Rockdroid Lurchtrek!

The ESS, and many of the GODS, and the AWA (Millionth Council), are just trimmings on the tree of the powerful BRIGGBASE, despite it being only one third of the Astral entities (P2E). There are only a handful of human beings in each parallel universe in waking world hyperspace that this bunch of hell-monsters even concern themselves with. They are very big into family lineage, and they are huge into the descendants of any family that originally interacted with the most powerful of all of the gods, that being, the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. But not only have I been placed in this dream here where I am a Huntington and chosen to carry on the curse of the family, merely as a witness and a marker, that the uncle of my sixty-first grandfather, Jesus the Christ, indeed died for all of the sins of humankind, and although this is one of a trillion countless games and worlds and experiments that she is into, she cares individually about each one of them, and each one of us, and insists on being obeyed, and rules being followed, such as salvation through the shed blood of the lamb, Jesus Christ the Messiah. You might say Son of God rather than Daughter of Goddess, it makes no difference at all.

Maybe a few noticed by now that direction is relative. My blogs, my life; because it is total truth, read it forward, read it backward, read it sideways; and it tells the same absolute powerful truths! No other story does this. NONE. Find one anywhere and challenge me. I wish to read it, and it has to be real long; like my Morianity, and After-Morianity; not some kindergarten short story about crappy Moe, and silly Flo, and their broken toe. You get my point folks.

No, there are some who want the hard punching stuff, the real truths, the facts that might just turn your dam lives inside out and upside down, from here to Diana Rossville. Well, I'll be throwing the wild barn-house shots; so stay in range and get ready to hit the dam canvas a few times, hard!

You see, I think in five dimensions. None of you do. I don't care if you're a bum begging outside a dollar store, or the top brass of the US Armed forces. This isn't a cut so don't take it that way. It is also not a brag on my part, perish that thought. But it's a truth nonetheless. When you really get into my words and what I know, and if you ever would really choose to follow my wisdom on the things I talk about; reality around you will alter in ways that no blog or blogger could ever even hope to tell you. You'd have to find it all out for yourself. You'd never take me at your word, and you know what? I wouldn't fucking respect you much if you did! That being said, for now, I wish you a very happy night, and pleasant hyperspace interactions as well. Nighty-nite kind people!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.

NO SAVANTS, NO 'OODERS', NO VICKI CALLIO'S