HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 89

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 89

Jerry Heitzmann, Frank Callio, and David Roth, all fit together in several wild and weird ways. Still, if I am honest with myself, I can do this same thing with groups of many others never talked about in nearly ten years of blogs, hence, it would be meaningless to go there with any of you. But there is Paula Uwich, the lovely 'B' sisters, and Kathy, owner of “The Gathering Place”, a once operational psychic shop, in Runnemede, New Jersey, USA. Paula was in league with two powers. First, a psychic organization that is a lot like Google for the internet, possibly now it is their own intranet just as police have, and other governmental and scientific labs and stations do. Second, she was in league, in my humble opinion (IMHO) anyway, with a section or faction or 'part' of what I term and label, the ESS. This part was never talked about, when a couple years back, I broke down into sections, parts of them, you may remember for those who were with me then and still are now; such as the educational and the historical and so forth, various parts of the ESS. One particular day, at her house, the mighty and super weird by anyone's standards; Paula Uwich, told me that I needed to buy a bunch of electronic equipment, and she used the word 'channels'. I never told her all the things I knew and could do, and did already even then in the autumn of 1996. But I listened to her tell me all sorts of wild shit about channels and how expensive stereo and television sets have channels. I thought she was just running her con, despite my falling for it out of my twisted sick desperation to locate the great almighty Sarah Krassle. If not for my being in this quintessential personal distress, I would have seen this witch bitch for just who she was; a thief. Still, channels stuck with me, and for one great reason. The Melanie 2:08 BNK song thing, and about ten other things not ever discussed, so why bother at this late date on this nearly ten year blogging project? But recently, I did get into things with you all, before all of the major twisting storms started in the early month, and before the volcanoes and earthquakes all struck as well. I told how I was sitting in a car at Cifaloglio, and suddenly turned on my car radio and tuned it to WAYV. As I speak now, again, and after a quiet hour, SLAM SLAM SLAM. This too is a ''channel''. Instead of connecting reality to an electronic system or device or machine mind, it was biological mind connected, or it, to my BRAIN if you will. I tried to pass this all off as a series of nonsensical coincidences, but I know it is not. Nowt when you take into account a dozen or more of these things, and then on fucking top of that, tens of thousands of Jane-Fonda attacks, connecting my BRAIN-EYE system to a machine-mind clock or counter or some similar thing, even page you know what of you know what on my PC screen. And yes, there is still way more but typing on about it would be redundant and a pure waste of time and effort. You either get some of the raw idea here, or hey, you don't. It's just that simple, John Henningsen, and anyone else out here. About twenty minutes ago or so, I was listening with my headphones, to my song, “You'll Be Crossing Over”. The last time I turned my system amp to any setting other than tape which is the setting for my entire mixer, was maybe two years ago. For absolutely no reason, I heard a voice inside my head telling me to switch it to the FM-RADIO-STEREO source setting, and I did. The radio was set to a station down here in my town called, the breeze. The second I turned the knob, Mariah Carey came on with “You Will Always Be My Baby''. All fans get the double coincidence or maybe triple one, after today's weather here, unlike the wild opposite contrast of after my running away to this place in December of 2009, and the icy cold winter of 2010, at least by the standards of 99% of Floridians. So what gives? CBS says, there are no psychics. Patrick Jane and The Mentalist TV show says, there are no psychics. I wasn't trying to be a psychic, and I don't want a penny from any one of you, not now and not ever. Yet this happened. When I was six, I knew a dog was about to chase me up a hill where I was playing alone, in Quakertown, PAUSAESMWG, where I lived in a mobile home with my parents, on a farm that was owned by the Shat family who my dad made friends with, to sponge off of for a while, most likely, knowing my dad; Frank Lombardo, sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I am saying is, yes, there is something to electronics that no one alive is yet aware of. Not the great billionaires, not the great broadcasting networks, not the great guru and seer folks, not the people who making a living in any possible capacity with these things, from those who build them on an assembly line to recording artists and movie stars. But Paula Uwich seemed to know a lot. Bruce Pennock seemed to also. A lot of you heard his cussing rants on the Aquarius Records WFMU MEET MORE CRACKPOTS IN JERSEY web-site. All I can hope to tell you is that I don't profit in any way typing these things, looking like a crazy fucking ass lunatic, and alienating myself from all the normal people and normal potential life that I could maybe otherwise be living. So then, Moister fucking Hotel King Shatner, ''someone or some thing'' to quote your great words from the original STAR TREK television show; MUST BE BEHIND THE WHAT CURTAINS? Now you all know perfectly well, that long before MC did any of these things, my blogs were there first, and she and her friends and family were reading them. I was told this much already, but if I ever tell who told me, I am a fucking dead man, and others will be in grave ass danger as well, so I must shut the shit up, to quote the great and awesome man from 1969, Mister Sidney Cohen Crown, the dude my mom was dating in that year, god save the queen!!!!!!!!

ALL SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE WELL; THE END!

THIS IS NOT A SCUM-RAM DODGE TRUCK

HYPNOTHERAPIST MARK WOLF

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APRIL 26, 2015,

SUNDAY NIGHT AT 7:53,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 89 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-95/L-75).

HUMIDITY IS 55%, FEELING LIKE 96.

WIND IS WNW AT 17, GUSTING TO 33.