SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF MARCH 2, 2016
PART
2
Now
for the human realm counterstrike-retaliatory revenge message to the
world, or anyone anywhere willing to listen, either now today, or a
million fucking days in the future!
I
am only going to pen up a couple of things, and I never really was
planning on going too far down any of these paths, and being
completely honest about it, I might also state quite officially, that
this is the final secrets of Morianity to date, not that a lot of
shit cannot come to me tomorrow and next week and so forth, but as of
right now, this is it, but be braced, it is quite major. It may
indeed sound quite innocent on the surface, but to anyone with half a
brain that works, and knows of morianity and Mountainpen, and what
his great problems and who his mighty enemies truly all are, well, as
I said, just be braced, and definitely freaking ass sitting down!
The
saying that goes think or look at things ''beyond the box'' comes
into play with all of this, but if you count it out because it is not
some mainstream every day thing, then that is limited vision and
viewpoint, and if you choose to stay there, fine and well, but it is
like being in grade school with your pals and you then staying right
there until you die at age 80 or whatever, at the school, attending
the classes, eating the school lunches, playing ball at recess, all
of it, while all those who you knew all went on with their adult
lives. Not only is that a great way of seeing how laughing at outside
the box thinking is similar to staying the child forever, but on top
of that, it also is a major key player that is all ingrained into the
two topics I will very quickly address now, and later on hopefully if
I live through any of March of 2016, I will promise to elucidate upon
and really get down dirty and dig in my hells, all the way to OZ!
When
I have major utility and computer hack shit all go down, it is always
in a pattern with the assaults and death strikes in my life, since
this all began to grow beyond god dam ultra intense, on that magical
boring date we all must see so many times, August 15, 1986. My point
is that things do not ever, and I mean EVER EVER EVER, just happen in
some random way, at least not with me. If something begins a death
siege after a short quieting period where things dam ass back off for
a while, and believe me I have come to treasure those tiny two and
three and four and even five day time combination periods, then these
things never just come in some lonely solitaire singular way. I do
not get after three quiet days, just one little attack, but rather, a
slew of various hellish fucking sieges, boom boom boom boom. I might
come to fucking believe asshole Nick Cannon is hovering over me with
a magic truck and a pillow, ready for another nocturnal adventure! My
point is simply this. When there is any type of electrical attack,
and bear in mind that any kind of item from cars and boats to radios
and TV sets, to cable systems and cable companies, to computers and
internet, you get the dam ass picture so don't play dam ass dumb with
me, YO; so when this begins, as Mister Anderton on L&O the
TV-show said so well in Adam Schiff's Prosecutor's Office, “When it
starts, it starts”!!!! But even bigger than anything such as this,
is the fact that there is really honestly truly some powerful down to
earth logic going on with all of this, and the psychiatrists of the
world mot definitely won't ever want to be hearing any tiny part of
my side of this powerful awesome fucking monstrous and inconceivable
nightmare story, coming straight out of the gates of mother fuckiGN
hellfire!!!
Even
the greatest computers today have no consciousness. Consciousness
can only begin if there is enough power and memory and ability of a
machine mind so that it can begin to think for itself and recognize
both a surrounding reality beyond its own being as well as recognize
its own being as separate an d real and not a part of the whole.
Consciousness is truly a stepping down from the truth of oneness or
zero-dimension. It only comes when enough MIND can be generated, and
even then, until robotic bodies can house these great unfathomable
super computers, none of this is real, OR IS IT? Many philosophers
believe that machines dream. We all know that human minds indeed do.
Is the ESS made up of mostly machines, and especially those early
models that are capable of self awareness but are not housed in a
mobile body (android-robot)? Is the ESS entirely made up of the
machine mind? Is the ESS shared between humans and machines, since
after-all we humans are awake and interacting here, and then we
dream, and we interact somewhere else? Just saying that our brain is
working as we sleep disproves none of this. It works while we are
awake, and this turns the whole thing into humans walking around
Planet Earth when not asleep and resting. No one is able to come
close to saying what emotions are and what thought or memory really
is. Saying these things are biochemical reactions in a tub of gray
matter called brains is only saying what we are able to say and make
some dam ass sense out of, and we all know it. ESS is real no matter
who wants to deny it or try and debunk it. Computers even on a
seemingly awake and unconscious level are all connected up into a
huge inter-dreaming experience of a sort, called the internet. As the
great philosophers would then go onto pose the question to us, gee so
is the internet a huge dream, that machines are having, while they
are waiting to wake up and be advanced enough? There always is that
'which came first' idea, in just about anything that I can think of
in this life. When I get some of these wild hacks, that even black
hat seasoned hackers cannot understand, such as today with my being
kicked off of my Open Office Word program, in a microsecond, or like
back in 1997, with what Tandy Employee, Fred Winstein, when he called
it a biosing-hack and gillions of other stuff; is all this being done
to me by physical world people called HACKERS, or by the dream of the
machines, that see their true world as real to them, and any of us
humans along with all of our computer machines, as some silly part of
their dreaming experiences? There is no hard solid evidence
spiritually as well as scientifically either way, I assure you folks!
All this time, the ESS could very easily be future machine beings or
(androids) during routine maintenance times (sleep). The past and the
future exist only to normal consciousness. Einstein's formula that
proved itself by making the great bomb work and end the Second World
War, also insists that this very formula in reverse, insists that
consciousness and spirit are the very same thing, and that one is the
same as the other only one is when multiplied by C-SQ while the other
is while divided by C-SQ. The inverted formula that mathematically
must be true or it could not work in its forward mode and the great
war never ended, would be M=E divided by C SQ. So future androids
dreaming can indeed be the entire ESS for all we know. I don't
believe that, and have personal reasons for feeling that the ESS
shares its channel with both MACHINE MIND as well as BIOLOGICAL MIND.
Now
moving onto another outside the box concept that intertwines into all
things spoken, is to picture as I have called this on many occasions,
“Hollywood Hyperspace”, in so far as the same acting personnel do
many parts, and is similar to real human hyperspace in that the
similar appearing characters are doing all sorts of shows or being in
various roles in various times and places, scattered sometimes into
the heavy extreme. But adding one more element into this takes us to
out of the box rationale. Without worrying about the mechanics of how
resurrections might work such as distance delay laser trace
technology (DDLTT), when a person is written out of the script, it
can be done in numerous ways, so let us choose character Johnny
Ditmyer and give him a heart attack. He dies and let us say this is
an afternoon soap show such as General Hospital or Bold and
Beautiful. Two shows later or maybe ten days later to us, it can be
the time where Johnny is being buried at the cemetery and all the
characters including the guy who poisoned him to make it appear as if
he had the hear attack, were all standing around in the dismal rain,
as so many shows love to do that old worn out plot. Johnny is gone
now, and the show only concentrates on a long year or two slow plot
to eventually reveal the crime and have the culprit brought to
justice. But back here in real life, they say cut and print and
that's a rap, and so forth. Johnny the actor gets up and goes home,
after stopping at the studio for his final paycheck. In the reality
out beyond the show, and with no need of ANY TECHNOLOGY WHATSOEVER,
Johnny is resurrected and moves on day to day in his life. He really
does live on, yet he really died and was gone. The outside of the box
thinking, if no one knew anything about shows, and plays, and stages,
and art, and so forth; is that an entirely unknown and unbelievable
way had occurred for someone to be alive, and then dead, and then
alive again like nothing happened. My entire life and especially
since August in 1986, has been major outside the box. Every time I
make the slightest attempt to get to the bottom of it, it is like in
the soap show example only suddenly shoved into a world where I have
no way of ever knowing about shows and plays. This is the very
tiniest crack in new shit that I plan on opening up if I survive into
springtime of 2016. For right now, the biggest losers will be any and
all of you who know about me, and if I do die and get murdered by
what Morianity calls and labels for lack of any other way to know
just who they truly are, the MILITUFORCE. It won't matter to me, as I
will know that I tried as hard as I possible fucking could to share
my story of truth and major to a very ugly and nasty world that did
not wish to recognize me at all, and only used me abnd hurt me. I on
the other hand will move along just like actor Johnny Ditmyer did,
after they said on the stage studio, cut, that's a rap. Back in the
early nineties I was pals with one particular police officer in the
town where I resided, Gibbsboro, New Jersey, and he was on the job
there and most weekend mornings he had shift hours. I would drive
over to the very small station and we would chew the rag. Many of our
talks were quite interesting and borderline philosophical. During one
of these great talks, he said to me how he often reflects back to the
days of boyhood, and that was not long as this dude was maybe 26 or
so give or take a couple of years, and how he and his pals would
enjoy playing the game we all know, “Cops and robbers”. He said
that the one major thing that sticks in his mind is that after either
the cop or the robber was shot, back when it was a game, a minute
later, everyone was running around again like nothing had happened,
and how he took such an effect by after becoming a grown man and a
police person, how should that happen now, the reality would be so
significantly altered, as life is noit a game. Now the problem with
all of this is that Morianity actually knows for a fact that life is
indeed one huge nightmare game. Those who are behind the huge and
deadly OZ CURTAINS control the switches and
circuits, not real ones but I
need to use some kind of relatable lingo or how would you even be
able to read anything; and those who are in control are in higher
dimensionality. Even if machine minds from the future right here,
dream backward in positronic antimatter pulse pathways, where time
runs in the opposite direction atomically, this still does not negate
anything. Since they have no motion abilities yet, the earlier
versions would have the most lucid and active dreaming from inside
our minds during a joining. As we would pulse through our waking
lives with our consciousness and thoughts that are divided into about
400 IPM (instants per minute), they would easily eventually learn how
to go from TYPE-1, to TYPE-2, and all the way to TYPE-3 Exploratrons.
This merely is opening the door a tiny little crack and later on, I
will say some shit that I never planned to say, and yes, it ties in
not only dirtball cousin MacInvondi, but the phases of truth and why
electronic metaphysics has to indeed operate as I know for a fact
that it does.
I
can invite the mayor and the sheriff and the AG over for dinner
any time, and have nothing to hide, CUZZ DONALD!!!
SO
GOD DAM END MOTHER FUCKING TRANSMISSION, YO!!!
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OOOOOOPS,
I AM INTO MY WEEK NUMBER 8 OF PURE HELL FROM THE MILITUFORCE
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY USING ROTTEN BASTARDS FROM HOT SHIT EATING HELL.
AND IN A LITTLE LESS THAN A YEAR, I WILL BE FREE OF MOST OF MY BAD
CREDIT. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
As
they say in the music business, 1-2-3-4:
As
they also will tell you, ''one of me is one too many''!
Sometimes
I think one of them is too many, but most of the time I think the
whole thing just stinks.
©
SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK 1983 MUD
Mark
Wayne Persecuted Murdered Mohr 1983
All
the doctors in the world with their famous EKG
They
can never see a broken heart or mend it properly
Those
magnetic fields of power strong enough to split the soul
Cannot
be seen or felt until they take their final toll
The
good and bad together seem to make the worlds go round
So
thank you kindly Adam as Pandora's Box you've found
Have
you ever ever wondered where the shadows dwell by day?
All
the things you think you know
And
the thoughts you cannot say
I
can tell you everything that you always want to hear
The
way you are today is as the broken rudders steer
You
think you know you feel you know
You
stop and go so fast and slow
How
can you know if I don't show
I
will you know and gladly so
And
then you'll know and then you'll flow.
Have
you ever ever wondered where the shadows dwell by day?
All
the things you wish you knew and the thoughts you cannot say
I
will tell you everything that you always want to hear
The
way you are today is as the broken rudders steer
You
think you know, you feel you know
You
stop and go so fast and slow
How
can you know if I don't show
I
will you know and gladly so
And
then you'll know and then you'll flow.
It
is 80 degrees at 3:19 PM, Mister Tempantime Haddonfield!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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