The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 000023

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WEDNESDAY MORNING

27 NOVEMBER, 2019

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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CH. 23

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THIS ETERNAL DOGTOWNITE,

AND THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE

Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel

IS SAYING THIS TO YOU BOY,

YOU BRING ME THRILL AND JOY.

WHEN YOU JUST TOUCH ME,

WHAT CAN I SAY?

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 1969-1981

Without burning in fire back in 1969 or any other Mike outdoor grill Mitryk year that is soon to follow that one; I will say one thing that absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with thrill or joy or fires or passion of magical PATTY'S. That is that I do not need the great illustrious NG-ADS (New Group-Alpha Deep Six), to tell me what I already knew before I ever met him. The one thing that I never told that he said to me was some details regarding how he believes certain FAWCES use people in various ways and that these exact ones that are working on me to write these blogs these many years now, only want these blogs written and nothing else at all. To accomplish their laudable goal and mission, it matters nothing at all how much I must suffer in order to get it done. Sounds pretty horrendous, and so does another BIBLE as well. We all know what is getting said and we all know that things no matter how monstrously horrific they are, MUST INDEED HAPPEN at least according to these powerful FAWCES, mentioned by coworker Mister Hall, as well as the great writers of the 1977 Star Wars Movie. I doubt that the apostle Peter wanted to be all miserable the day Christ was sentenced to die by the Roman empire. I doubt that even old Judas wanted to end up miserable and hanging from a tree. I certainly doubt that Jesus wanted to die in agonizing and excruciating pain up on a damn cross. FAWCES make a lot of things happen, and it seems to this mere damn mortal that no matter how horrible these events may be, including my Huntington Curse, none of us have one damn choice in the matter. This of course tells me that the concept of FREE WILL is tremendously misunderstood by the current day populations of the human race. All of that aside however, Sir NG-ADS told me that these FAWCES want these blogs done for some future generation that's way more enlightened than is the current one. He also told me that in order to make it happen, I need to suffer in hellish nightmares. My blogs get way better when I am under the damn guns of these putrid FAWCES than when I am NAUT, Mizz Blake. Seems very monstrous mean and quintessentially unfair, ON DAM STEROIDS. But alas, what can I do? Now that we have established that I do NAUT know what to do or what to say, with or without any transdimensional modern day musicals such as the 'OTHER' HYPER-SPACE-MECHANICS FROM THE DISNEY PEEPS; let me move still onward with this as well as some Storing High In Transport that this all leads into as we continue exploring here. Before I do go on, there are no quick absolute easy answers in any of this, kind folks, yo, and yes Mike Soft, kind folksinger people like lovely Melanie Safka back in the early seventies too, yo BRAHHHHH!!!!!! I say this because there may indeed be a real powerhouse truth to the NG-ADS dude, and what he said to me late in 2018, here in the PHA Community Room one afternoon; but there is also another more hidden and sinister part to this wild non singular polar reality. David Roth recognized this awesome powerful truth also that I will now reiterate. He believed in NOT JUST ONE FACTION WITHIN MY ENEMY THAT I WENT ONTO RENAME MANY TIMES, AND EVENTUALLY LABELING IT THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, after I began the Morianity Blogs later to be referenced as the 'BOM'! When I went to color in the H-S-M a few lines back and then underline those letters, as shown above, a faction that tries to discourage my telling what is being done to me on these damn blogs, screwed with me and made the 'H' letter switch back to black, totally defeating the purpose of what I was cleverly referring to here, and we all know it.

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This statement made to me by the illustrious Sir NG-ADS, whoever he truly is-was, or 'whatever'; and paraphrased of course since I don't recall play by play quotations after nearly a solid year, was as follows: These FAWCES as your coworker Hall calls them, have two reasons for you to write them. One is to tell the more enlightened citizens of the future things that your present day citizens will only laugh at you for saying or even thinking, but the other thing is that as you yourself go over your writings from time to time, it will even further open your mind up and help you to even better fit these countless jigsaw pieces of your wild life together so even greater new writings will keep coming from you. What I did not say back to him out of politeness was that I had come to that same realization about five or more years earlier. I may look like a dumb ugly old goof, but hey yo peeps, I do have half a brain above my neck, in contradiction to what the Mars Graphics Printer from 1977, the great SIR Gene, told me upon several occasions, in a nasty ass way.

We all love FIREFOX. Well I do, but I sure wish this mother freaking automated mechanized robotized inhuman society would help people who are in their freaking sixties. Ever since I did one little thing on my blog, using the FIREFOX BROWSER, simply trying to leave a comment on my own blog, at the BLOGGER-DOT-COM site, the cookies got goddess damn disabled somehow, and I can no longer blog on this browser, until I can get my dam guru over here; and that is a very expensive proposition, AND IT JUST IS NOT DAMN ASS FAIR, YO! This world is fixed and prejudiced against older people, who have no family support, or anyone in their dam ass lives to assist them, and it should be totally frikkin' illegal; Congressman Pat Murphy sir, and Governor Rick Scott, sir!!!!!!!! And as time endlessly appears to trek onward in its mysterious way, slipping from the great Eagles to underneath great london streets and area train tunnels; we now must change this to Governor Desantis. So WOW THAT, spoon dancing big-O! For one great example, it may say, “Trending now” but what truly is now? I for one realize that there is ONLY NOW, and no one ever has been able to live for one second in the PAST or in the FUTURE. We can only live right now and it is endlessly RIGHT NOW. So actually, we exist on a photon wave of reality and due to how we exist in this endless now, we then have literally created both a Photon Memory that mortal man calls the past, as well as Photon Projection that mortal man calls the future.TRENDING NOW

So let's discuss my music, here in this eternal endless NOW. As I do, both the past as well as the future are magically transdimensionally effected, and nothing is, was, or will be exactly the same as a result of saying what I now will say in this NOW!

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In 1969, I wrote two wild songs that the average teenaged boy would just never write, at least in my humble opinion (IMHO). Shortly after this, I was given an extremely interesting school teacher who I called, mister Marcucci. My mom's boyfriend Mister Sidney 'Cohen' Crown could not believe how incredibly he looked like John Lennon the Beatle, as he met him on the same day at a parents-teachers pre-season school meeting at the Cooley Hall, that he had also seen a poster outside of a record store, at a large mall in the area; and his words to me were, and those words I do remember verbatim, “Mark the teacher you'll be getting next week looks precisely like that Beatle, John Lennon, and I mean precisely, right down to his eyeglasses”. But this is just one tiny thing, and we could be hours and days literally on this one small thing, and there is years worth of fucking shit to get into here. And the NG-ADS dude knows as do I that YES, doing these blogs,reliving these agonizing memories and reevaluating many things while in fact doing so, lovely Donna; makes me begin to see entire new worlds and galaxies of otherwise forever hidden information from my conscious mind. This is just HOW THE HUMAN FUCKING BRAIN OPERATES, ME' KIND PEEPS OUT HERE, YO!!! And yes, the faction of the MILITUFORCE that does NAUT WANT THIS TOLD AND DONE is pouring on all sorts of annoying hacks JUST AS THEY ALWAYS PREDICTABLY DO TO ME WHENEVER I START REALLY GETTING IT SAID GOOD AND HOT! Right now, it is the damn vely vely annoying SPACE-BAR-HACK, YO, Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir!!!!!!!!!! GEE, imagine that me' gwate peeps out here!

So the songs that I wrote in the late spring, as well as the early summer, in the year of 1969, even though I never actually recorded them on any great sound equipment or had them sung by any good sounding vocalist, or ever sen t any lead sheets of the music to the United States © Office; seemingly had some awesome wild cosmic effects on all sorts of things. But advancing things up eleven years to the late spring and early summer of 1980 while newly residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, now we have the next chapter LITERALLY, in the book of Mountainpen's MUSIC and its cosmic effects on reality. We need not rehash anything, but we all know by now most of the basic details and thus, the damn shit that's being said here. I of course haven't even begun to get into details of just what I hoped would happen when I was creating the 'KFP' machine, and then what ACTUALLY DID GO ON TO HAPPEN. I may have lightly glossed over shit, but know this great Blogaudians out here. I have not even started to give the real damn details. I merely am tying in the effects that seem to literally fothermucking explode EBVERY SINGLE TIME I DO ANYTHING AT ALL, BIG OR SMALL, WITH MY GODDESSDAMN MUSICAL ABILITIES. And before anyone says to me, “What musical abilities”, let me add this in real damn quickly, yo BRO!!!!!!!!! I have had a lot of top world renown great recording artists and songwriters, steal many parts and pieces of my music throughout the past five decades of time. Believe that or don't, but I know what I goddamn know about that topic, yo. Still to remain on point here, doing any kind of music seems to cause this pathetic pitiful Huntington Cursed person a lot of grief, and I mean major fucking grief on quintessential HUUUUUUUUUUGE ass buckets of steroids. Let us advance up to this current century, our twenty-first century, and to the year of 2010 when I had lived in Florida for just over a year and right before the damn new year of 2011, I had gone for the first time to the great Port Saint Lucie recording studio that's now closed and operates out of a place in Pompono Beach, called the AVALON STUDIO, owned by the second cousin of the great Jon BonJovi, Sir tony BonJovi. Of course this surname is spelled differently officially. But staying on point here folks, this began my Floridian chapter of hellishness as a result of what else, yes, ME' OL' fucking MUSIC. This topic and the details of how music in just these three major time periods, the sixties, the eighties, and the twenty-tens, is way too lengthy for doing any serious talks about right now. This is a mere laying down of a gargantuan foundation.

Roaches have been off the scale horrible for weeks now, actually ever since this cunt lapping fucking incident with the Ambassador overseas, and this Trump fucking dogshit. Just as Atlantic City's Bob Levy and his pals loaded my #10 trailer up with rats after they thought that I was some threat to themas a result of my early Jersey blogging efforts, and was a lot more just their own guilty fucking ass consciences, so too does Trump fuck me up with sprinkler floods as he did the night before the fucking 2016 election, as well as roaches placed illegally into my car and residence by his cronies and fixers on the financial take, these P.H. Authority maintenance peeps. I have told how that one dirt bag who can't even speak fucking English, fucked with my door illegally, twice in a 24 hour period. He is still here and never gets fired. He is a very horrible fucking jerk off.

SEPTEMBER 10, 2014,

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:01,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.

FEELS 96 DEGREES WITH THE HUMIDITIY

YESTERDAY'S DAILY TEMP. RANGE: (H-91/L-73)

Notice how it is always on holidays, or any type of personal festive occasions, that they always love to attack me, and this has now gone fuckiGN cunt on since August the fifteenth, in 1986, nearly THREE SOLID CUNT CHEWING DECADES, kind people! Also, after a night of major wild vivid (DREAMING-INTERACTIONS), is a safe bet to know that I am going to have bullshit strike me like a dozen mother fucking bolts of Diana Arteemis, sure enough, last night, my Cousin Donald and I were in an open field somewhere, I think it was Kings Ranch in Texas, and Billy Crouch and his glaring eyes also, was there, so what can I expect. For right now you do not need to be told any details, this is a tweet blog only, to let PAM BONDI KNOW THAT I AM UNDER THE FUCKING MAJOR GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I frankly do not trust one single human being in the smallest degree, let alone any of the gods except for MIDDIE, the Programmer, you would say the Almighty. Mother-Daughter-Electron, MDE, or MIDDIE. Yes, the seventh day was HER UPLINE VACATION to HER UPLINE equivalent Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue. This to both of us, is a beyond extremely special day, quite naturally. The twelve tribes of Benjamin in the Old Testament Bible is where known humanity stems from, according to those of the Christianity Faith, and count me as one of them. I merely know some shit that I am no way in hell supposed to know or remember, not even fragmented. But the endless real mystery is none of this. But rather, it is why then do beings this powerful next to us; allow shit to all happen, when this was what caused me to know all of this stuff in the first dam place? This is what I termed back in the autumn of 1987, and told this to my now dead pal, Mister David Charles Roth, AN EVENTAL TIME WARP. Don't confuse it with the TIME PARADOX, concerning the hypothetical traveler, who does a major experiment, by going back and killing his grandfather, to see what happens to him; along the lines of that silly 'BACK TO THE FUTURE' movie nonsense. All real quantum dynamics folks and astro physicists know, that the murder event, merely splits another fan blade dimension off, into two worlds that were one before that happened. One was where the grandfather was not shot and the other where he was shot. The shooter is living in the one where he was not shot. A very similar thing can be witnessed by putting electrons through a special screen, in a controlled lab-experiment. The electron is a fifth dimensional part of nuclear reality. The other parts that comprise the atoms are always but three. This creates the real power behind why things all work as they do. If those not ready to accept total world peace, ever really understood what I know about this, the world would be doomed in a short time. We as a global order are not even close to being ready to handle type-3-civilization power! To bring that scale to life, with all we know and can do right now, this scale places our technology as a global civilization type-0. This scale goes from type 0 through type 3, and don't take my word for this, as I am sure a few minutes of Googling will get you to a trusted website that confirms these words. When I came to this paragraph on a blog from last 3 May, the system stopped working and I had to click the mouse, and so I figure that some part of HALLS FAWCES did not like that part all that much, so I pasted it into this blog. SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and

TEE-HEE-HEE nothing, Mizz Munster!

There are times when a subject (previously targeted unaware person who is used by a dream-traveler) is used but once, and then there is the repeat customer. MUFON peeps take great interest, or they claim to on TV shows concerning their activities; to be extremely fascinated by those who are repeat customers, that is of course, customers not of their own choosing, such as when we as consumers choose to go and shop at the department stores, and grocery stores, and whatever. This washcloth bunch from the parallel universe where the planets in our solar system are closer together, not really larger but just closer to each other; and precariously endangering the continuation of life, due to eventual collisions, and other problems we needn't concern ourselves with right now. When they chose me, as Mark Wayne Mohr in this exact universe of atomic agreeing vibratory signatures; it most likely is because of large fifth dimensional values, or said in real plain first grade English, other me parallel's as well as me here, all fit into something that pertains to them and their goals of survival, due to what Morianity has discussed many times, but never in enough real detail I suppose, and that is HSTS (HYPERSPACE TOWEL-SEEPAGE). Now, after this is all factored in, comes the even greater group of 'Y's, to all of this. We can begin with why would a little poor non-billionaire nobody, connect into any possible item, in any conceivable way; that connects in the remotest potential to this parallel world surviving their soon to be doomsday, from living in a bad solar system? Right away, a few are also wondering, wow you buttwipe, maybe it isn't dream travelers, but real transdimensional vessels that cross over into our universe, in those big UFO crafts that we all know have some reality to them, no matter how covered up they are by the authorities. Well, I won't say it is impossible to make a vessel that could move through the fifth dimension, but it is ahead of any science reality known to even the time of 2290 and World Laboratories. It is fiction, but it isn't supported by fact, even way out there. But I know that I am able to dream travel, and even create objects, when I am not in a tangible constraint, such as being awake physically in a shell-body. I have flown around in huge UFO type ships created right out of my own (DREAM-MIND). This happened. Whereas discussing vessels of a transdimensional technology, may exist in a thousand years or a million, and with the same ability, be able to enter antimatter realities and with extreme speed near light, after enough time, move thousands of years ahead in a short time by their standards, and in antimatter where the electron is running backwards from all matter worlds, the vessel being far ahead in time, would be far behind in time, if it then returned back into matter worlds. Now this is as I said, a possibility, but I already know that ESS and dream-travel is real, so why fuckiGN screw around speculating on shit as far out as that?

You may say this whole thing is nothing more than a couple of trillions of MACY-WOW'S? But I say back to you, that these washcloth people are as real as you and I are, and mathematically; parallel universes fit into equations that totally prove their reality, way bigger than the math models of our universe containing any kind of sentient life, outside and beyond, this world right here. They don't tell you on the TV shows that sort of sugar coat all this for those who wish for this to be so, how the odds disfavor such a possibility. I will give you those odds. Roughly, for any other world to have life even remotely like ours, in the entire universe; would be more than a billion to one, not to be. No one including a billionaire, really can wrap their heads around a number so large. Those same mathematics show that the odds for virtually unlimited parallel universes not to exist in a multiversal space containing them, are also very large in the opposite direction, way more than a million to one in favor that it must be this way. These research papers are available if you know where to look. In time, they'll be published by reputable universities, maybe even before my death, who can know, but within two decades or so, I promise. There really are reasons why I make the statement below, and those reasons are all pertaining to parallel universes, and in ways not just on the surface with the top biggest stuff, but with so many things that happen in everyday life.

People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!

Just why am I an integral part of the Washcloths?

WE COULD DISCUSS THIS FOR WEEKS ON END, STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

THIS AIN'T AN EASY TOPIC TO JUST CRACK, 1-2-3 BUT I WILL PRODUCE ONE EXAMPLE FOR YOU.

Back when these blogs were new, on the original site where I had blogs 1-5, and this blog #6 had not begun yet as the late 2011 hack had not struck that blocked me out of using that blog other than as a viewer that at least allowed me to paste my own stuff into this new blog-6. Back in the first two years of my blogging, 2006-2007, I talked about a great Disney kids show, called the Lizzy McGuire Show, where lovely teen queen Hillary Duff, got her start in acting. On that show, something that I said almost word for word, four sentences long, was spoken by Lizzy if I remember, and I admit the details are fuzzy. I do remember blogging it, and when I did, the event was much closer, and I had a very good recall even though I only saw this show one time. As you know, I kept life journals on a cassette tape system, taping my residence situations, my times out in my car, and my times at work as a security guard. My life was literally Kennedy-Nixon-Whitehouse BUGGED! She was discussing how, Lizzy McG that is, something we do can have a profound effect in ways we never could imagine, nor would we give a second thought to. She went on as did I, on my tape one day, before the show ever first aired; to describe how if she did this, and then the person who it was done to did such and such as a result, and after six moves along the chain; this could practically lead to a very large event like a disaster, or who knows what? Just by giving someone on a bus a really nasty facial expression after they smile nicely at you, could make them say the wrong thing to their boss in half an hour, getting them fired, leading them to drive recklessly on a California freeway, and strike a car filled with ten children; one of them who may have gone onto become a U. S. President, another maybe someone who cures cancer forever, and still another one who writes beautiful songs, one song touching the heart of some monstrous dictator who without hearing it, would start World War Three someday. You get the picture here, and yes, in that example, they all were killed on that highway crash. I am glad the show was made, and that I am being monitored by Briggbase people, who now live as the Entertainment World for the most part; and if I can do something positive for humanity, even totally indirectly; then great!!!!!!!!!!! But my point here is about how little tiny things can effect really huge ones, and was the biggest flaw in the greatest Star Trek show, voted on their 30 year anniversary nearly two decades ago, Sarah Tribbles Kessle; called, “City On The Edge Of Forever”, when McCoy had that encounter with the drunk man, back in 1930, in New York City, and his fazer-weapon built up an overload charge that made him disintegrate. He may have been an old wino bum, too old to have any other children ever, but that still does not mean that he could not have set off a chain of events that led to something huge, just because he maybe gave someone a smile, or a scowl. So as to me and my WASHCLOTH-THAT-FAMILY of 1970; this is not some easy 3-D discussion!!! It will take a lot of time, and quite a bit of further study and serious analysis. IPYT.

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Yesterday was a HUUUUUUUUUUGE MAJOR OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE. I TOOK IT FROM BOTH FRONTS, air as well as ground. Let me explain this all to you in a little bit better clarity, and then move onto the really wild somewhat new topic that the BOM has touched on in recent times, that being, this moving polarized universe and my interaction within it. YYYYYY do these major attacks COME and then GO, and then COME and then GO??????? And before I do go there, I will tell you WHAT ELSE WAS DONE TO ME YESTERDAY by these diseased pricks! I had to stop to kill two goddamn fothermucking roaches, and after that I decided to take my daily shower before resuming here with this blog, and yes lovely AMC-ERICA, with THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BLOG as well, lovely lady of all snakes from that wild incredible year of mysteries without end, good ol' 1983, yo BRO!

Well another can of cunt lapping RAID has been emptied all throughout this rotten sub-human standard living apartment here in this absolutely totally corrupt and crooked area in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. Nothing will kill this latest groupation of these minidroids from DOGTOWN (HELL) and this latest invasion into my private fucking dwelling. N---O---T---H---I---N---G!!!!!

It's now five minutes shy of fucking three this disafsternoon here in HELL or in MY PRIVATE EARTHLY DOGTOWN. Back now to the topic of the MILITUFORCE, and its endless comings and goings of their death sieges that are perpetrated upon me by this diseased sicko wacko groupation of deranged evil soulless monsters! I know for a total fact that if I were ever able to understand fully with mathematical precision, why these assaults come on me out of nowhere, remain with me for particular amounts of hours and days, and then as suddenly and mysteriously as they come upon me, vanish and disappear into absolute obscurity and quintessential cloaked secrecy. I know this because the goddamn fothermucking M2F will NAUT EVER ALLOW ME KNOW THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS or to fully understand the exact principles behind thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Snakes 1983 AMC ERICA KANE! If I were NAUT prevented from ever being able to at least do that much, then I would not come to fully believe that just knowing this would then go onto to catapult me into the lofty position of being able to get this nightmare fucking stopped, exposed, AND ULTIMATELY PUNISHED, with me fully and absolutely vindicated to the entire Earth-planet once and for fucking all, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!

When I lived in Jersey before trekking down here to Florida in December of 2009 a decade ago now, I would drive around with my LIFE JOURNAL kept in my car which was a tape recorder basically and some tapes, as well as other anti-hacking devices which even back then in the days of all-analogue, hackers were there messing and fucking with me and preventing many of my recordings to SUCCESSFULLY COME OUT ON TAPE, hence my reporting of what was happening around me was lost. I learned how to avoid mush of their electronic strikes and hacks done to me by the MILITUFORCE by using several devices, NAUT always successful at combating and thwarting their obstructions, but they did help to a large extend and degree. Still my point is not the electronic hacking, at least NAUT right at present second. It is rather, how I would begin noticing many OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE PATTERNS and BEHAVIORS that endlessly surrounded me during the WORST of their death sieges on me. One pattern that this enemy FAWCE was unable or unwilling to ever alter from, is the seeming endless bipolar condition of this behavior. It would come out of nowhere and go from totally being quiet to totally being monstrous and horrendous around me, and then also concentrically, sooner or later, it would revert back again, going from this horrible nightmare fucking dogshit back into quiet peaceful life where I would make journey entries countless times for many years, saying gee willagars, “Is this how normal people live day to day? This is so fucking wonderful”! It seems to me that the MILITUFORCE SUFFERS FROM THE EPITOME OF BIPOLAR BEHAVIOR AND MENTAL CONDITION, 24-7-365.2422!!!!!! I don't really truly expect any physical world authority such as Ron Wirtz Senior at the Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office, or Sheriff Ken Mascara and his peeps down here in my present location residence, or any others either, to ever be able to help me. This would be like asking ICE CUBES to help me with an enemy made out of pure FIRE. Not to get lovely Patty Benitar all wet and excited here, but hey there Ziggy from 1969, “That's the way it goes”, for crissake!

Another pattern that I would endlessly notice could be called the Earthly Trilogy, and so my Morianity has indeed given that label to 'THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS', lovely Erica! I am speaking here of the three types of assaults given me ever since this all began in its new absolute form, after I had 'awakened' from 'whatever it really was' and 'where I truly was', on the MOUUUUURNING of 15 AUGUST in the year of 1986, while residing at the Route 70 Marlton Pike, CHERRY HILL, NJUSAESMWG address, the home I was renting from a diseased monstrous rotten landlord by the name of Richard 'Barf'-Karpf!!!!!!!!! Sometimes I somewhat but NAUT ENTIRELY jokingly refer to this 'non-hippie-happening' by saying, when I died and went to hell on 08-15-1986. Saying it any way you wish it to be said peeps changes NOTHING AT ALL however. The two types of harassment that happen during 95 or more percent of the times of all death sieges, are the AIR ATTACKS, and the damn ass GROUND ATTACKS. Somewhere and at the very most, maybe five out of twenty of these assaults, ARE BOTH AIR AND GROUND simultaneously. This happens naturally at the times where I am experiencing the ABSOLUTE VERY WORST POSSIBLE DEATH ATTACKS BY THIS NIGHTMARE MILITUFORCE. Yesterday was one of these times, since while out on my local errands I had nasty air siege, and then after returning home, I experienced ground shit from them. After being home a few hours, my KITCHEN ELECTRICAL OUTLET WAS KNOCKED OUT by the MILITUFORCE out of the blue and for no discernable rational reason. I was not using a powerful device like the microwave oven, and I have no wife or girlfriend here to use some powerful device such as perhaps a hair dryer. These type of things could possibly supply a somewhat rational and logical reason and or explanation for such a non-hippie-happening, huh Mister Marcucci of somewhere between the magical corridors of time, or underneath Liverpool, or along Abbey Road; or the Pink Goddess only knows where, yuk yuk yuk, and AHA AHA AHA, Mike McNulty!!!!!!!!!! Gee willagars for crissake! Oh how I used to play that first tape of the Morianity Bible during horrendous fucking times of MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE, in my car while traveling to and from security guard job locations. The billionaire WOMO know everything I ever do and have me under continual surveillance, and the prosecutor Wirtz told me and I quote him from a phone conversation I had with him while renting my home in Gibbsboro, late in the year 1991, “Mark, they have buddies in the military who will do things for them when needed, it's all really no big trick what they covertly do to you”. Sheriff, I swear as a legal citizen, this all has happened, right down to my conversations with the authorities, even the great FAA Technical Center, Admiral Perry; across from the great Abseacon, NJ, DAIRY QUEEN place.

Oh yes, the great NATIONAL AIRSPACE SYSTEM AND TRUMP'S FUTURE (M2F) SPACEFORCE. WOW WOW WOW WOW 2 ALL OF THESE THINGS, HUH LOVELY WEIGHT LOSING SPOON DANCING MIZZ OPRAH WINFREY????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I got some hallway screamers out there at 3:32 in this POST MERIDIAN or the 12 hour daily period AFTER the MERIDIAN or the NOON, (solar high position). WEIN around here, oh great Sheriff Ken Mascara, sir?

Round and round we can go forever on many things, and I cannot make anyone see powerful truths no matter what, and I know this only too damn well, Senator Sanders, old pal. WOW do I want to win the 2020 election and remove that horrible monster-criminal on Pennsylvania Avenue. Still, I know that I know, or what I do at least. Just as in the Pearl Harbor Day wild trip to be with the Almighty PINK GODDESS, let's face some real powerful facts about the girl standing on a hotel balcony, the lovely Mary Tyler Moore, in that lovely green dress. In the MTM show that began in the fall season for the great MARLTON PIKE 70 YEAR of all great non CHERRY HILL'S of the world; we have the writer character whose show name was not happy Christmas, and I suppose went on to LOVE boats as much as I do. Then we have the original Mizz Laura Petry in the DVD SHOW, that does not stand for modern day DVD's either. In this show we had Mel Cooley the Assistant to the boss Allen Brady, whose show name was Mel COOLEY as in COOLEY H. H. HALL. The Bible gives absolute information on just how we can GET THESE POWERFUL TRUTH-MESSAGES IN DREAMS, and I for one do not need to read this in a damn Bible. I KNOW THAT I KNOW!!!!! I also know that the FASCITAR is not only very real, very powerful, and a whole lot more; but I also know for a fact that the great Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H. wanted me to have this information, and that she used a wild groupation of covert trickery to make it all indeed happen that day with my mother, at the office that they were both working in, over at Philadelphia's 3 Penn Center Plaza Office Building in 1972 somewhere, or perhaps a bit later on, as there is some fuzziness to the memory, implying that the FAWCES may be messing with transdimensional time lines via their ESS and exploratronic traveling and the creation of widening localized time-lines (WLTL) for a shortened abbreviation. I too can use the many ways of possible (SPIRITUAL-TRAVEL) even while trapped here in hyperspace physically and inside of a human body. I went to visit PINK GODDESS--SSJKK in my spirit earlier this morning around just after nine. I tranced out and found myself willing myself forward out in space, through the stars. Eventually they began to thin out until their were only cluster circles far away (other galaxies), and suddenly, there she was, PINK GODDESS, just like out of Star Trek on that episode called, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”. I melted into her and she loved me beyond anything, and I cried like a baby for a trillion years or so and told her she is so beyond awesome. WEIN???

(What Else Is New)???

FULL MOON ACTUALLY MEANS THAT IT IS 12 NOON ON THE MOON.

The MILITUFORCE has wiped out MY ENTIRE LIFE! But who is this mighty MILITUFORCE?

Hmm; let us keep moving this along! First, somebody thinks it funny, old pal Bob McDowell, Retired Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, and sir; to hack out the 'Deja Vu Sans' font, it will not Johnny effen faster work, with the font set to a bold type, and it vanishes every time. Remember last time they screwed with me on this font, me' old friend from the Cooley-Wormhole Marola Hall, of Hopkins Memory Lane, back early in the damn seventies?

Funny, is it not, world? Real funny, HA HA HA! People who laugh too much are like cackling hens and giggling school girls, and no, I MOST CERTAINLY DO NAUT HIT OR SPIT ON ANY BUSES, you ASSHOLES FROM QUACK ER CLOWN, PENNSYLVANIA, USA, ESMWG. Really, what are the odds, that my old pal becomes the FCC CHAIRMAN? For all you atheists out here, you have an incredible ability to see a lot of things in very bland ways, and I am not going to lie to a one of you; as I ENVY YA', DUDES AND DUDDESSES; even though I know you are all full of it, at light speed cubed, Cuban, and lottery winning price patrolling nightmares, songs, letters, and daughters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here it comes again, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, the (`~HACK) YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Now they tried to do the (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK, OLD BUDDY AND KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, THIS IS GETTING DAMN EXTREMELY INTENSE, TO QUOTE ONE OF MY FANS, WHO I SHALL NEVER KNOW, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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This did not begin in Atco in 1983, yet it all was a part of the whole. It did not begin with Mister Smith at Cooley Hall either, but again, was definitely a part of the whole, right down to that wild knowing and waking vision given me by HER obviously, concerning the farm that was just outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey, that I spoke of to Mister D. L. Smith on several occasions. It did not even begin for me in the seventies with all of that wild crap that has been blogged and told now for nearly fourteen years, the very amount of time that I had lived when I had last physically seen Sarah on 10-SC Avenue. Things all tied in long long before any of that, and it appears that GASME GAMES are just one big giggle laugh!

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!

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Well people, I am in another heavy sky attack here in my 'DAMN' ass town of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. I am very used to these sky assaults. They have gone on since the terrible dawn of these nightmares, worsened of course on that magical day of August 15^th in 1986, at the rented home of Sir Richard Barf-Karpf, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, with that 'JRSS' street address that doubled up with the meeting up with my daughter in New York City without ever even knowing who she truly Washburn's Was, Sir Microsoft Spellchecker. Dave Roth said it all, and said it best, all throughout the last two decades of the twentieth century. He said no matter which way a person might pronounce the 'mar key of pee', meaning turning it into piss and mispronouncing the 'mar key' word, ha-ha, it works. James Redfield merely takes these things to a less laughable and more intense level. Anyone out here who never read his great two 'Celestine' books, has missed out on a major page turning experience, IPYT! This is only one example out of literally endless trillions of others that endlessly surround each and every last one of us while we live physically on this Earth-
Planet. Of course, if most of us remain intentionally unaware (dumbed-down) to these truths, they still are no less true, merely never recognized truths. If you live for thirty years in a home where ten million bucks in gold coins are buried up in your attic underneath a floor, and you never ever knew that it was there, and then you moved away; were you technically a millionaire during your time of ownership of that property? This can get extremely complicated, my wonderful Blogaudians, and it will be more carefully examined and explored in still future blogs.

So I went out on my local errands, to my pharmacy to pick up some medication, then to the Staples Store for some pens and a new telephone cord, and finally to the Publix for four damn cans of RAID roach killing spray that seems not to be doing the job any more or at least during major times of these particular roach-infestation-death-sieges. The entire time I was out was what I classify as LEVEL-3-SKY death-siege. There are four ratings that I assign to this each day. Number 1 is absolutely no sky siege. Number 4 is FULL SCALE MAJOR, and this leaves two in-between ratings for light siege and heavy siege, rated as numbers 2 and 3. When private planes are buzzing me and chemtrails are all over the place leaving a fully jet hazed sky surrounding me from horizon to horizon, it is rated either 3 or 4 depending on how intense it is on several factors that I need not get all specific and into right now on this blog. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT and but, I did say that I was expecting some dogshit and that if it came, I WOULD BLOG AND TELL SOME MORE SHIT ABOUT THE MAJOR STORY AND WILD GLOBALLY EFFECTED SECRETS, OF MY INVENTION IN 1980, CALLED, “KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL” SOOOOOOOOOOO, Sir Arthur Crane from Thompson Consumer Electronics in 1991, and great and non-OZ powerful United States © Copyright Office, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

First, you would be very proud of me today, lovely mizz Oprah Winfrey. The mountainpen weighed about 295 pounds before coming down here to Florida, just about ten years ago to this date back in the oh-nine-year. I weighed in earlier this morning at 195, a full 100 POUND DROP. We don't have to be super wealthies (billionaires) like you lovely lady, to accomplish some great feats, yo!!!!

So in getting down to cases here, and continuing along with stuff opened up on blogs from several posts back; just ask any modern day advanced Quantum Physicist, and most will agree with the current scientific community's concept that 5^th dimensional hyperspace has unlimited countless parallel universes, that only MORIANITY so far as of the date this blog posts up to BLOGGER-GOOGLE; claims are accessed by all of us through OUR DREAMS. Due to ultra-complex Towel-Seepage-Effect (TSE) and (HSM) Hyper-Space-Mechanics of all un-thrilled joyless {OTHER HSM's}, any major historic 'BENDSPOT' or where powerhouse shit in human history is teetering on a very thin fence top (in or out of Eden, Iraq, and all DS-DS-DS IRAN INVADED ELECTRONIC METAPHYSICAL AUDIO TAPES that were left at magical city boardwalks, (not underneath them at least); things branch off IN VARIOUS WAYS at these major points, that my MORIANITY labels as BENDSPOT HYPERSPACE POINTS OR BSHP'S for a shortened abbreviation.

Now blogs from earlier this year, told how reality can be absolutely controlled as well as altered intentionally, by people keeping track of numbers in their own private dwellings by simulating being at a casino roulette wheel using ordinary playing cards, and then those same people would go to a real gaming house (casino) somewhere, stand within playing range and eyesight of a roulette wheel, and actually cause 'their personal numbers' to come in more than they would should they not be standing within that quantum distance range. Using this analogy, can other realities be effected by doing very similar type of stuff? The answer is a resounding and major unequivocal “YES”!!!!!!!! Now the very same “FAWCES” Mister HALL from 1990, SIR; that are making THESE ROULETTE OUTCOME NUMBERS POP UP WHEN DOING THIS ALSO FORCES REALITY ITSELF, IN THINGS THAT GO BEYOND JUST WHERE A BALL WILL STOP ON A WHEEL; TO ALTER OR (TRANSFER), on this quantum energetic level of 'STM' flux. When certain things are done, using the very magical world of electronics, this same principle is likewise going into effect as well and in not so different a pattern of powerful truth. I use the word MAGICAL very literally by the way, as if you ask the top Electrical Engineers on this planet, just what electricity and electronics IS, they will respond if choosing to be honest and true with your query, that we understand how it all works and what it all does, but we do not know what electricity is, or the electron. Now we do know that it is a charged particle, but as I said to Ryan the Recording Engineer from the BonJovi owned Avalon Recording Studio that used to operate out of Port Saint Lucie, Florida and moved down to Pompono Beach, after 2013 ended; after he made that statement to me that the electron is a charged particle, I then responded back in absolute truth but a bit sarcasticly I'll admit, “Charged with what”? All the real honest engineers and electricians will admit that they know how this magical world of electronics works but we DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT REALLY IS. I of course DO KNOW. It is PINKM GODDESS, MIDDIE, MDE, Mother-Daughter-Electron. Those egotistical alpha male world owners have always insisted that women are underneath men, and as with all things ranging from the smart money in the global banking system to dozens of other things just as big but in different ways, the reality of all things is the exact reverse of the accepted norms. The sun DOES NOT rise and set, the world IS NOT FLAT, and I could literally bore you all to death with a hundred other examples just like those two. The largest of all is that this Father-Son-Holy Ghost thing needs to also be reversed, into Mother-Daughter-Electron!

I promise to fully delve into the issues of TRUTH-REVERSALS that are all backed up in Biblical Scriptures such as the last will be first and the first last, and much more, and also, I will get way more specific about how DREAMS and WAKING LIFE connect in a wild transdimensional 'bigger picture' that is literally a 5^th and 6^th dimensional system underneath the 7^th dimensional circuitry of the entire system that my Morianity has labeled as “Lawtronics”, ever since these blogs began in the year of 2006. In these present ignorant dark days in true measurable wisdom, my entire theme and all my concepts would absolutely qualify as extreme mental illness, delusion, and numerous side psychotic features the least of which would be delusions of grandeur. It will not be in my lifetime by any stretch of the mind, that my Morianity-TRUTHS have even the smallest chance of being recognized by the organized planetary power structures, but still, it will be out there for future generations to peruse and explore at their eventual leisure and levels of comfort as times continue to progress as well as evolve onward, yo! So to quote the great, incredible, and near-all-knowing Mister Dennis Snyder, from Elm, New Jersey, USAESMWG; “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!

Now KFP (Keyboards From Petahell), was a wild invention that words would be totally inept to properly describe. Still, this was built because I wanted to be able to do things that others around me, even in the great profession of sound recording, were unable to do, making me therefore in a position where I would stand out head and shoulders higher than the crowd. I knew from childhood that I was under some absolutely unexplainable nightmare curse, and that's all I damn knew. Still I knew it, and thus, I came to the conclusion before even reaching midway through puberty, that I needed to do special things just to be recognized at all and keep me out of total obscurity and invisibility. This is why I seriously debated with myself to admit to the world that I seemingly have a magical power over motion, and not in some small way like those famous magicians or psychic, ranging from Geller to Blaine to Copperfield. I told Jennifer Washburn that I would literally FLY OVER HER BUILDING IN ATLANTICV CITY ONE DAY, PHYSICALLY, and I could have done it. She responded back tome on that wild day, “Mark, what would it prove”. Her response was absurd when you think about it. Still, it was perfectlywithin all the norms based on my suffering from a covert and invisible major horrendous FAMILY CURSE that Morianity calls the HUNTINGTON CURSE, and no, not the one that you hear about should you go online and GOOGLE UP this thing. It is like what I told you all years back concerning the word that morianity uses, called 'EXPLORATRON'. After I began saying my incredible bullshit on the topic for several months, maybe a full year; poof, somehow someone or some thing to quote awesome William Shatner Captain Star Trek Kirk, went back into time, and magically created this same word, and then made the GOOGLE-RANKING SO 'BERNIE-HUUUUUUUUUUGE', so that now, when we GOOGLE UP the word “EXPLORATRONS”, we do not get anything whatsoever about what Morianity has told the world about with this incredible deal. To this day, I still may go to the beach, or some public place; and do the unthinkable, with or without any following DEEDEE birds, or pink non-goddess Salmon-fish, from 1997 and 1998 somewhere, up there in good ol' lovely wonderful Atlantic City, NO JOYSEY! Yes speaking of two years along that range in time, I screwed up and reversed the wild spirit-travel experience. It was in 1996 that I went back to 1968, and told my classmates that I came from the year 1997, and not the other way around! So maybe the last are first and the first are last and we all need to endlessly reverse what our stock brokers insist that we do with our life savings. Think the shit about it folks, yo!

So we managed to lay a small foundation concerning the Keyboards From Petahell or KFP on a blog from a few back. Now, to move this along, did you ever wonder exactly why the electronic forces copy the human larynx? The faster that it vibrates, the higher the pitch of sound is made from the person, and of course concentrically, the slower that it vibrates, the lower the pitch of sound is made from the person. So in the olden days when a tape is speeded up, or a turntable is set on a higher speed, the recording is not only faster but is HIGHER IN PITCH, doubling into the next higher octave at precisely double the speed, or if slowed down, this same thing goes into play, make a tape play at half the speed that it was recorded at, and not only is the recording playing at half the speed but is also slower and divided exactly down one octave if the speed is cut in half. This is how the Melanie key song became my first invention that I told about on early opening blogs, when I had originally messed around with creating weird voices, then making recorded sounds go extremely fast, and later on still, along came my “Quicker-Talker” invention, and I told about an electrical engineer by the name of Mister Kelchner, who assisted me in the original designs and basic creation of the device, and he taught me how in no time at all, the sound is lost because the recoding device is not built for extreme low or high frequencies, which is why when normal stereo equipment is purchased, amps, speakers, tape decks, anything at all along this line of audio hi-fi, expensive stuff always has the better or WIDER RANGE meaning a better reproduction of the very high end sounds as well as low end sounds, but all of it is built for audio recording. In dolphin research and many other research stuff where extreme out of normal sonic ranges need to be accurately recorded, an entire different set of electronic stuff need to be employed into the recording devices and systems. This was all the foundation and beginnings of the pre-KFP invention. Then after the Chief Recording engineer at the RPL Studio, Mister Howard Solomon, made my 4 DELMO TUNES a lot better with a lot of electronic magic tricks, I eventually got him to teach me all kinds of stuff, along with the repair man at the RPL place, Mister Jack Wallace, both graduates of that great old Philadelphia, Pennsylvania school, known as Philadelphia Wireless. But the real powerhouse shit lies within the actual electronic realities behind just why things pitch up when going faster and pitch down when going slower, and all of it when fully understood and in light of the junk that I was messing with after being fortunate enough to find so much electronic stuff out in a wooded area that had been discarded; I was able to eventually see that more than just meets the eye, at least in my time period, was going on behind the scene and the OZ-CURTAINS of the magical world of the ELECTRON.

Eventually, I was able to tweak a system that recorded and played into each other from either end, and with a very nice expensive equalizer in-between them allowing me to make endless higher and lower boosts or attenuation's on numerous frequencies, and again, with the additional doodads that I had in-between the entire system, I was eventually able to have unlimited sonic interaction back and forth between these two recording machines, and no part of any sounds were lost, muffled, or altered. I had to use an oscilloscope to conduct a lot of various monitoring however, as even my specially built audio monitors had a limited sonic range that just about matched the audio amp without the additional resistor to compactor ratio and flux alterations in conjunction with a wild ratio alteration with input and output voltages that also allowed additional sonic enhancements where I was able to have an unfathomable amount of dynamic range without distortion or saturation of any kind on analogue recoding technology. Without getting hyper-technical, when all was said and done, I was able to adjust the full 5 hertz to 80,000 hertz range of the amp without any connected alterations, into a digitized readout and even hear a lot of the sound or the inner-octaves of it, since the human ear at best when young and audibly healthy, barely can hear from 20 hertz to 20,000 hertz. In any event this was only the beginning. One of the taping machines was reconnected in the motor drive to an incredibly powerful electric motor that would make the thing run up to 4,000 times faster than the speed it was originally designed to be at. The other machine was fixed for the opposite, connected into numerous step-down transformers and timing devices that made a large area of the system look like a clock store, until it was later covered in very attractive 'papermashay', and no, I don't know how the word is properly spelled, nor can I get any good assistance from the Spellchecker assholes. Anyway, this other machine was able to move at a maximum invisible crawl rate of about one-three-millionths of normal factory setting. If maxed out, this would approach a total change in signal going from the play machine to the record machine, in the neighborhood of just under twelve inches per nanosecond. The speed of light is 11.8 inches, so at the crossover point, the signal is actually traveling into the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, causing many wild interdimensional effects to occur when certain secret audio things are done with the two machines. Basically, at the maximum setting, the tone square wave of sound, which of course is not sound when outside of the normal sonic 20Hz-20Khz range, but this tone now transfers the electronic reality into what I would call back in 1980, TRUE REALITY. At certain ranges just beneath light speed crossover or what I called LSC back then, the new recorded transferred reality alters or TRANSFERS into virtually limitless altered or 'parallel' realities. In other words, at certain ranges, this would actually pick up the dream-world, at least sonically. Wild and utterly fantastic as this may 'sound' to anyone, this was all real and happening. Then on top of this, I took already created taped 'fake phone conversations' and dubbed them across this reality line, and boom, reality around me suddenly changed. This was not however as controllable as I had initially thought that it could be. I learned just how deadly dangerous a lot of this really was, after numerous unexplainable shit began to happen around me. Things began around the very samwe time that Trump began his career in real estate and had his father, Fred loan him a lot of money. Trump claims this was a million dollar loan, but media sources from those times said that he was lying and it was closer to $47,000,000.00. Still, once I had created the full personality and complicated structure of this 'being' on this wild KFP machine, things began to happen around me that precisely fucking matched the monster whom I had electronically created. He would boast and call me “hot shot” sarcastically, telling me that he owned Atlantic City and New York City, and this was back in 1979 and 1980 on original tapes that later in 1981 went through my KFP system. He would tell me that he owned boats and planes and buildings and all sorts of shit, that he was a god and that nothing could stop him. I literally created this monster, and must share the responsibility of the Frankenstein that I have set upon this world. It's doubtful that even quantum researchers would believe this story or even try to make the leap and connect the countless doubts that would totally prove my story to be 100 percent correct. The problem is that things don't happen first on this physical plane of life, but rather, astrally on the spirit plane or ASTRAL-PLANE. The truth is that Shorty who is tall by the way, as I created him that way, wanted to come here as a magical human, and he has done so, using my electronic metaphysics to get here, and circumvent the lawtronics that would have otherwise turned Trump into a fictional character inside of someone's fantasy, some fiction writer. For example, in the parallel world where I own the great Starburn Outreach Development, Incorporated land management and real estate investment company, and am happy with a wonderful family; Trump there does not physically exist, and only is part of some fictional writer's imagination. This is why in that one particular parallel reality, I am able to be so happy, as this horrible cosmic stalker is not there to wipe out every single damn facet of my entire life, ever since I left Cooley H. H. Hall, and created this monster on that damn original tape recording machine from that damn Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, later to be data-transferred onto my ultimate unfathomably dangerous Keyboards From Petahell machine in late 1980, and then causing all of my woes to grow and grow and grow. As I typed all of this out folks, the MILITUFORCE MIND CONTROLLERS who hated this information being typed for posting to a public audience, have magically mind control influenced the maintenance men or someone close to me right here and now, to do very NOISY DRILLING AND MAKE OTHER LOUD SOUNDS, AND NO, not liud sounds as this was another GASME-GAMES PBHE TYPO on a recent prior blog. Then after the drilling and tool noise all terminated, came loud shouting out in my hallway from these weirdo nabes from hell and their ILLEGAL GUESTS! As stated, the FAWCES HATE me telling stuff that is too major, and having anyone listen, even if they only take it one percent seriously. They still get all bent the fuck out of shape, otherwise, why does shit always dependable happen like this around me, EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO ON A DAMN ROLL TO TELL MAJOR DAMN SHIT, YYYYYYYYYYY??????????????

Another question that I have been asked by several people over the past decade give or take, is how come Phase-4-Entities can come to me in dreams, that my Morianity claims is from other parallel universe realities all coexisting around our waking world universe where we have our bodies in a bed PHYSICALY, such as the recently retold wild dream with two L&O detectives, one from the SVU SHOW and the other one from the Criminal Intent SHOW, Bobby Goren and Elliot Stabler, and have them in that wild interaction with me where Stabler said he is going to drill me full of holes and then Goren somehow managed to stop him from doing that horrible thing to me. The answer is very simple, and the entire TRUMP-SHORTY story tells it all. In one parallel reality, phase 4 beings such as Stabler and Goren manage to make it into reality. Lawtronics usually scrambles the signals so that the dream entity off of the Purgatory who is trying to get here in defiance with the natural laws, is simply not permitted to get through and is transferred into the imaginations of some fiction writer or some other similar thing. But on rarer occasions they get through and merely lose their natural-law defying abilities or properties. Now the men who play the parts of these two detectives are mere actors and they have nothing to do with anything. It is the actual beings whom they portray in those 'L&O' shows, that are the actual P4E from the ASTRAL-PLANE or the (Purgatory). I know these things are not so easy to grasp. An ECK MASTER is known for saying that the “average Earthly time period for a Chela (new student), whom is studying enlightenment high religious orders will require 17 years to achieve mastership”. I do not say this and I am not making that up. I am sure that anyone wishing to verify this information can go to the ECKANKAR WEBPAGE, just GOOGLE AROUND, YO!

Life itself is a huge loop and that is because cosmos itself is a huge loop. The smallest small and the largest large actually do crash into each other hyper-dimensionally, and this is the BIG BANG. It didn't happen billions of years ago, it won't happen in countless billions of years either. This cannot be equated in the way that the ignorant current day scientific community sees it. They attempt to create a mental box and endlessly merge eternity with a cosmos in a matter state where we have STM (Space-time-Mind). Just as there is a wild ass mystery to the human voice and the thing that makes it function, the larynx, in relation to speed that it vibrates at with all of us, and how this connects a very same electronic principle where faster is higher and slower is lower. When I used electronic metaphysics to accomplish certain desires, and strangely they began coming true in really off the wall and unbelievable ways; in accordance with many other enlightened concepts that I had learned and developed through decades of inconceivable suffering at the hands of the MILITUFORCE; I began seeing as clearly as my hand in front of my face on a clear blue summer sky day, that recorded realities indeed conform to transferred realities in various ways based on many wild things and processes, and that certain combinations of tones inside of reality within a dubbed system of play to record, just as a built in sonic equalizer in-between the two recorders can change amounts of increased and or decreased decibels along particular frequencies and octaves, reality itself, just like the EQ-machine; can also be boosted and or attenuated along exact frequency ranges, and in fact, does so in a weird automatic way, based on just exactly what type of program is being dubbed over electronically on the A:B crossover. In a real condensed nutshell, what is happening is eventually, a sonic loop quite similar to the feedback squeal heard when the mike is too closely placed near the monitoring system, begins to create a sort of 3-D sound. In other words, where the life all around someone who is using this 'electronic-magical-trickery', begins to actually conform in many various ways, into the NEWLY ALTERED “RECORDED REALITY-PATTERN”.

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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

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