GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 19

It is a very strange feeling to know that you died and went to hell. No one on Earth will believe you, so if it should ever happen to anyone else, may the gods take pity, although that is doubtful. They sure as shit sugar take none on me. I was just in a parallel world with my father, who was acting strangely even for him. It involved some DVD movies, an area in Philadelphia that does not exist here in this world, and I don't think those particular movies exist in that one either, and I'll come to that in a minute, as it is major. It also involved a couple of very strange extremely overweight women that my dad seemed to know from the area there, and it involved my telephone, as well as the video store where I was trying to purchase those movies. First off, here in this waking world, I have a list printed up, or had one, on my word program documents. It appears to have mysteriously vanished, as I know that it can be in one of two places, the most recent NOTES PAGE, or the PERSONAL PHONEBOOK PAGE. However, after carefully checking those two pages, it is not there. I remembered wanting to get these movies from being me here, and although I was inside my double over there who was making the purchase, I decided to take over my double and become a T3E. I wanted to try and make him purchase these half dozen movies on my list. He had already began to strike up a conversation with some dude who was employed at this local area video store, that was not a large chain. As I was about to tell him what I was looking to buy, only one movie came to mind, and my mind was totally blanked out concerning the others. I have come to realize that these movies don't exist over there, so when you lose memory of something that over here you would have a clear memory to, a gap-out or block-out, as has happened to me here as you all know; then this is when it could very well be being caused by a T3E indwelling inside of you and trying to take you over to have you do or not do something. It seems this is how it works. If you try and make your doppelganger buy a movie that never was made there in a parallel universe, he or she by merely being physically attached to their own universe, will try desperately to reason out what they are doing, and this causes you to have your own memories of it while there, blocked and gapped out as well. As I speak at 56 minutes past 11 on Saturday morning, 26 December of 2015, I am getting a fucking right side death angel attack. As for the telephone, my father was trying to do something questionable with my landline telephone, at the behest of these two huge lady friends who he seemed to know from where we all were living, in some very high hilly area of Philadelphia, and it was not in the Roxboro section. The phone was the old square desk landline phone, with button tone dialing, and was white. Somehow in this parallel world, I had some weird cellphone with me at the video-store that was just two blocks away from our place, and I was being given the warning signal, or my double was. I noticed that when I could not tell what I wanted, the employee had gone back into a store room area, so I just left and rushed up a hill and back to my residence. when I saw what was going on, my double freaked out, and I was not in control and just continued in the experience observing the events there, as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON (T-1-E). This annoying mother fucking SPACING-HACK is cunt lapping murder; FCC Bob McDowell, FBI, and ACLU, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, moving on, I watched my double take the white telephone and do something to some connecting bunch of wires, that caused whatever my father had done, to become totally deactivated. Then I flipped and yelled, and sat down, and began staring up at the ceiling. This is when the two ladies walked in and just stood there near to where my father was still standing, also real pissed off. I began cursing out GOD, really badly. You know, the old spiel of all of the shit that is happening and wrong is GOD'S fault, and I was using horrible and disgusting swear words. When I had finished, I got up and began walking out onto my porch, and the ladies followed me out and began under their breath, saying all sorts of rebuking crap to me, and I got mad, and called them, ''fat old meddling fools'', and told them to get away from me. Then the black one, as one was white and one was black, and they had to weigh at least 350 pounds each; grabbed me and threw me about eight feet and I tumbled and rolled off of my porch, and onto the sidewalks of the Philadelphia streets. My head banged into a telephone poll and when I stood up, I was dizzy and fell back down. This is when the white lady grabbed me and lifted me up in front of her by my arms with such force that I thought my poor flabby arms were going to literally implode. Then she walked me up the street to her house about three down from mine, took me inside, and smacked me around, knocking me into all kinds of lamps, and just like in the dam movies, I heard glass shattering real loud as I kept continually flying into furniture objects, over and over. After about two minutes, she grabbed one of my arms super tight again and pushed me right into a thin wall that seemed to separate the house from a tiny one car garage, and I went went through the partition and struck an automobile that was parked inside of this garage, so hard; that I remember feeling my entire hip breaking. I tried to limp towards the open garage door that led out to the street, but I fell down, and then she began kicking me in the head, and in my ribs, breaking my ribs, and making me cough up blood. I tried to escape the horrible fate of my doppelganger at this point, and kept telling myself that I am in a parallel universe, and need to completely leave there. Instead however; I found myself eight blocks away, down this long city hill of small row type homes that Philadelphia is so known for, and I seemed to be totally OK and 'uninjured', to quote Mister Star Trek Spock. A beautiful young girl of twenty give or take a year or so was right there, and she seemed to know me from that parallel. We talked as we began walking back up the hill, and she told me that my father would end up wiping out my life if I don't find a way to either move far away or else have him arrested, as over there, he had a serious criminal record, and I later learned from her, that this towel-seepage was somehow connected to shy the FBI wanted to talk to him back in the days when my mom was told to come into their Philadelphia offices, for some questioning upon several occasions, as told about on several previous blogging texts. Further details to al of this can wait for still other future blogs, but I did come to learn that this was the same girl who I used to like a lot back in the City Center School on 20^th And Chestnut Streets, when I there, back in the days of the Kennedy assassination. Her name was Esther Pinkston. She was a white hot jet black lovely goddess, even at age nine, and I remember even back then, wanting to hold her and kiss her, and if I had been a couple of years older, I know I would have been out of my skull wanting to hit that, as they say! Time in parallel worlds does not need to make sense and be in some equally running continuum. In this world, Esther Pinkston would be my age, around age 61, yet over there, I was about fifteen years younger, mid fortyish, yet she was less than half my dam age at maybe 20. My mom was totally out of th epicture in this parallel world, also. More about this wild 25-TRIP, Mister Marcucci, Beatles, and others; can wait for later on, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DECEMBER 26, 2015,

EARLY ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:28,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-81/L-72).

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY IS 82,

ALONG WITH CONSIDERABLE CLOUDINESS.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 79%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 85.

WIND IS ESE AT 17, GUSTING TO 27.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES-0.

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The U. S. Copyright Office has the copy of this, on a cassette tape, from 1988 and 1989.

Peeps; I only report the news, I don't make it.

Having the Exploratronic Supermind Society personally working against you and your life since birth, and connected into your entire family as well, as James T. Burr seemed to totally know about way back in the middle nineteen-seventies; is, to quote the Amazon giants of all types, totally soul crushing. I wish the mighty fucking MUFON people would try and assist me and render some aid to a dying pathetic and pitiful dam dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!