AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 7

2:42 POST MERIDIAN

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

9 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 5:7

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Yeppir, I bet is nice and cool out there in Colorado. “Lucky-Lucky-YOU”, as that little tard said in the middle seventies, on that TV ad-spot! WHAAAAA, McNulty. Yeah, it's old fucking 'morbid mohr here, in case you're out there somewhere dude, yo!

ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES

PUBLIC FUCKING HOUSING SUCKS!!!

MILITUFORCE FUCKING SCUM JUST FROZE UP AND TRIED CRASHING MY CUNT LAPPING CUM-PUKE-HER AGAIN AT TEN MINUTES SHY OF THREE THIS ROTTEN ASS AFTERNOON; FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, AMERICAN CIVIL RIGHTS UNION (ACLU), AND LOVELY FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL MIZZ NONPOLES OF NON WRITTENHOUSE SQUARE ALTERING MOODS OF THE HUNTINGTON BLOODLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world in all parallel realities:

“YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND A BIG-ASS,

VIVA MORIANITY!”

The time was back in 1984, and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, 'VIVA-MORIANITY'; along with some 'other not so nice things', most likely; me' good people! Now I wouldn't fucking give you a DAMN VIVA in or out of lovely May-He-Co, or in this rotten place either, yo! But still Lenny Briscoe Sir, “That's NAUT his problem”, is it? 'Cut me a break'; willya' lovely big 1985 Margie Leo?

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.

WOW world; I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother, regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked that day. It seems that some of the billionaires have been in touch, possibly with blue candles up at Jericho, but one way or another, with old dock Corriell. I was watching a religious program taped last autumn, where a Christian televangelist was saying how some billionaires were transfusing blood from 16-25 year olds into their body in a vein attempt to recapture their youth, and that only 'GOD' can decide when we die and how long we live. I suppose this same GOD is in total control over the artificial intelligence and computerized world we all now live in too. I saw the rats get younger at that medical institute, and it does work, you asshole unbelievers. What, GOD never gave humans a brain? If we can create a bomb that can end civilization and humanity, I somehow doubt that it is beyond our capabilities or capacities to extend our lifetimes with microbiological science and gene therapy. Still, those whose life is all about faith have only the faith that they choose to have, and none for anything else. One sided logic if you ask me, Doctor Green, Doctor Sulk, and Doctor Corriell, yo! So yes, another great big 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' for the very illustrious Sir Chester-Frank, who absolutely and most definitely knows who he is! Hey it will take thirty to fifty years to get old, so it will also take a great percentage of that same time to get younger again. Rats of course have much shorter spans of lifetime.

The Death Angel is back on a major roll again, and so is that fucking cunt extremely annoying little dirtbag DISDEE the demon. Just an hour ago or less before starting this blog, my washcloth totally vanished and then showed up in plain sight. This is an incident that happens only when things are very bad for me, all the way to the mother fucking cunt red line!

My ex doctor phoned me a couple days ago and asked me if I would be interested in changing medical agents as they were sending a man over to anyone who is displeased with their current service and it did not matter that I no longer was a patient of Almighty dock Omar Shareef. I am misspelling his name but am spelling it as it sounds and adding a little bit of sarcasm to my writing as well. In today's world of big business and after this rotten post Ron Reagan Reaganomics that turned regular big-bizz which was ugly enough before, into the current monster that both myself as well as the awesome wonderful Senator 'Bernie Sanders', know only too well, that it truly 'damn' is. It seems I cannot change agents because HUMANA the plan I am with and wish to remain with, will not allow me to change. I can leave the plan and then change agents, but I don't want to leave my plan. So I am stuck with the almighty righteous self loving arrogant and not very nice Mister Berner, my current agent, who treats me very lousy when I need help the most. Oh well, stay well and happy, misty Vanwarmer, yo. You never seem to leave me and you are the one that I wish would do so! Yessir, the money bag big shots of the great Donna Summer Syndrome Club, forever ring out their omnipresence into my ears. Those with the great money have all the Alice L&O Ciminelli power, and we the poor peeps HAVE NONE AT ALL. Not jack, not squat. What we want never counts, because we are NOTHING BUT THE FUCKING ENDLESS DAMN SLAVES OF THE BILLIONARIE NOBLE SUPER WEALTHY CLASS OF INTIMIDATORS AND CONTROLLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the new agent came over, he stayed all of three minutes and left as soon as he found out what my health plan was, “and that's that”, to quote mister fucking Esolph. He was out the door. Another fucking botbar for the cunt chewing pitiful Mountainpen. Nothing he ever wants in this life IS EVER PERMITTED FOR HIM, huh Uncle fucking Heinz 1972 'Permitted Cameras' Gottwald, of 175 Peninsula Drive in Baby-blond, New York; up there on Woodie Guthrie's illustrious snooty ass great lovely island, yo yo yo yo yo yo?!!!!

If I move to the fucking Fiji Islands in just less than thirteen months on my Social Security bennies, yo, will I be able to fucking escape or even “PUT OFF” the inevitable A.I. INFLUENCE that will absolutely completely ruin what is left of the lives of those in poverty? I truly mother fucking wonder and ponder and seriously cogitate on such matters all the cunt huffing time; Lads and Lassies, and Lab-dogs and Lab-Techs, and all other AATS or any other BLOGAUDIANS out here, me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy I am cunt lapping fucking tired of being in parallel worlds where I am in Atlantic City, New Jersey, such as again last night. Jesus fucking Christ Almighty PINK GODDESS of the multiverse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, my clock blocker worked today, and you missed me, Jane SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Fonda, yo. HA-HA-HA-HA, ya' wicked damn witch of Georgia, oh Georgia, the whole night through, yo!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE THAT, and WEEDEEKAWUSS; huh beautiful Katy P?

I will have to purchase a bunch of new cans of mother fucking insecticide at my local PUBLIX Grocery Store tomorrow or Monday, as I am running out, and ROACHES are all over the mother fucking cunt huffing joint; huh all wonderful great pals of Steve Winn in Atlantic City, back in early 1984??????? Let me add thisssssssssssssssssssssssss little wee tidbit of dog jit before I make a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' 'pernt', Mister 'Bunkerqueens', yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! That's my number little boy. Well, that's vely intelesting, huh Bob McDowell of Cooley Fooley HALL? When did lovely Patty H. Hollister H. do her deed in wonderful Atlantic City? Try this on for size, yo. Around half past eleven in the morning on 7-5-69. Now we take 7+5+6+9, and yes all Robins and tweets, I fucked up, and said 3,010 when I meant to type in 3,040. Sorry. But this most certainly does equal HER NUMBER, right? And you all tell me that this cosmos does not scream and holler at the top of its lungs, just waiting for the Redfield Society to wake up, smell the stench of the fucking burning coffee burns, and goddess Damn LISTEN? These biblical tricks aren't shit when you come to understand what Morianity refers to as the tricks and GASME games of the gods, and also the Redfield Synchronization Syndrome of the Cosmos, or abbreviated into the (RSSC), yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can barely fucking afford to eat, and I have to spend money constantly to purchase cans of fucking cunt RAID to kill these disgusting unrelenting goddessdamn roaches in this rotten PH Apartment. Keep screaming at me Mister fucking James Redfield and wonderful awesome illustrious (RSSC)! Just keep right on shouting and screaming UNCLE and RSSC at a million fucking decibels. Talk about a really great DEATH WEAPON, at any amount of bells of sound pressure level for crissake (SPL), me' ol' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-ALIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS! HA-HA-HA, huh Mister Mike Crichton of the wonderful WALT DISNEY COMPANY. Like endless fucking awesome WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW! Gee fucking willagars folks. This tells me a lot more than just about the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother, regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked. But how much other poison in my food, was not faked, or techno-cooked or popped; but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy boy Child-Molester, and the entity indwelling him causing him to only do this one time in his life with one boy and no one else? All you have to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this 'ESS deal' really and truly is; is to watch the great show on TV, called, “L&O-SVU”! How many times have I heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once, yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker. Just how powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or how powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately descriptive question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! Go ahead world, tell me you would want to make a million dollar double or fucking nothing bet with your last million dollars, that I am just a crackpot nutcase from new Jersey, making this all up in my deluded and mentally ill mind. Want to bet? I'll bet some fucking mob bookie somewhere in Winn's Vegas would take that action! Yes Mister McNulty, wanna' give me another mother fucking AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA????

No people; the Patty and Merry story isn't what is going to push that STS secrets scale up through the final 8^th red star and beyond, but rather, it is the powerful connections to my 1984 remade song from 1983, called 'YBCO', from 'GITYA', Mizz 'Foca'. It is all about how this wild song seemingly was the real silent beginning for a brand new covert operation called the FAKE-PHONY-WORLD-OPS. I lived through all these times, and I know this is most definitely NAUT some silly insane shit, Mizz Blake, and also whether someone really is trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, mahm. Artificial Intelligence, and these fucked up new algorithms, that have merged now with the cloud, the net, and the computer and phone and tablet and the whole messy ugly 324 inches (9 yards); have altered many things, and people are indeed becoming aware of this strange bizarre reality and even discussing it intelligently on television, on educational type of programs. This in a sense is also a part of the Olivia Newton John and her movie about LIFE EDITING, and REALITY SPLICING; since it all interrelates, and does indeed intertwine and interconnect. My Cousin Donald, as I told about on many earlier blogs; made a really 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' deal about that movie. He seemed vely vely vely interested in the whole deal. Yes Mister McDowell you ol' 'shingle chucker' you, this is quite intelesting, is it NAUT????????? Tell me this. Would another great big WEEEEEEEEEEEE be in order here, old friend from 1972 in Dan Mackey's and Mildred young's classes?????

What I plan to tell that will soon be putting the 8^th star red zone into play and maybe even be in need of adding a ninth and a tenth star to the scale; has to do with how this entire mess all connects up, dot by dot by dot, BY DASH, right up to the original wireless telegraph without the use of cellphones, back in the middle eighteen hundreds. When all is said and done, this will include Patty and Merry yes, as they are a major part of it all, BUT, it will NAUT make them the major players to the omission of everything else. Believe this if you believed that water was fucking wet, peeps, yo!!!!! When a person cannot clear his throat during a medical phone call without the computer believing he does not know what the current year is, and this goes on and on like this and just keeps expanding and expounding and the curve continues onward parabolicly; then only the super wealthy that control everything will be able to prosper at all, AND ALL THE OTHER FOLKS UNDER THEM WILL BE NOTHING BUT THEIR MOTHER FUCKING HELPLESS HOPELESS SLAVES!!!! A real bunch of happiness pills for all of us to look forward to swallowing; huh world? Real real fucking pwetty huh yo? And 99.999999% of the population out here is all so cunt lapping dumbed down that they just laugh at me. Yeah, and I wonder just who dumbed them all DownloaderChrome DOWN, huh fucking MICROSUCKS Wesley GASME-GAMES Crusher of TNG-STAR TREK????????????

Now whether or not I cross THE ABSOLUTE RED LINE on what I tell in the coming weeks and months before I exit out of this TOTAL FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, is up to the MILITUFORCE/SPACEFORCE/TRUMPISM bullshit and what they continue doing to me day after day after fucking cunt ass day, yo! We can still blog and tell many things here in Morianity without going past the (4^th yellow zone), or we can go straight to RED STAR #8 and that is the decision of THEM, NAUT ME!!!!

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I am a human being and I have goddamn limits, Sheriff Ken Mascara, and I am being pushed right up to my absolute fuckign MAX OUT POINT. Anyone else would have done a 'BANG-BANG' long long ago, and I think we both know this is totally true.

No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” , oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth, of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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PLEASE TELL THAT WICKED WITCH SARAH TO RELEASE ME FROM ALL OF LIFE'S LIGHTHOUSE PRISONS; SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!

TANKS------AND A BIG-ASS 'B—O---O---M'.

My life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skota, great drummers from Hal Blaine and your young protege, fowl summer camp soapy mouth language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding.

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I WILL TAKE YOU TO ENDLESS WATERFALLS, DIANA!

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SEPTEMBER 24, 2015

THURSDAY NIGHT AT 10:10,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.

WIND IS ENE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.

RANGE TODAY-----(H-83/L-73).

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, AND WO, BILLY HARNER!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 6

3:00 POST MERIDIAN

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

8 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 4:7

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

No sir, Merry didn't hack herself out!!!!

Does anybody ever scratch their heads and won der why PIK GODDESS has done all of this to me for millions of eons?

IF THIS KEEPS UP, this will be the rating for

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AND THAT, I ABSOLUTELY PROMISE YOU ALL!

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I have a question for my awesome wonderful County Sheriff, in all serious honesty? Just HOW DAMN LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR THESE ASSHOLE ROAD REPAIR CREW DUDES TO FINISH UP THEIR SILLY PROJECT OUTSIDE OF ME' OL' WHITTLE WINDER? I mean, to quote Queen Katy and myself, “This is truly WEEDEEKAWUSS”! So I now say to this evil rotten wicked world:

“AND VIVA MORIANITY!”

The time was back in 1984, and I said to myself in SPACE-TIME-MIND, VIVA-MORIANITY; along with some 'other not so nice things', most likely; me' good people!

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NOW WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW world, I can make anyone out here a billionaire, and you don't even want to hear it. This tells me a lot more than just about the late springtime fake out job at 506 Robin Hill Apartments with my mother, regarding the POISON CIGARETTE that she pretended I had smoked. But how much other poison in my food, was not faked, or techno-cooked or popped; but was really mother fucking REAL/E, Tommy boy Child-Molester, and the entity indwelling him causing him to only do this one time in his life with one boy and no one else? All you have to do to know how fucking cunt true and powerful, this 'ESS deal' really and truly is; is to watch the great show on TV, called, “L&O-SVU”, Lightbulb Hacker MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many times have I heard Detective Stabler say; child molesters NEVER do it just once, yet no record of anything exists on this mother fucker. Just how powerful and connected could this Kennedy-Clansman be, or how powerful is the ESS may be a better and more accurately descriptive question to ask here; kind ladies and gentlemen, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am killing a lot of 'DRONE INSECTS', called by me back in 1987, many times; “mini-droids”. You see folks, I knew even fucking cunt way back then, all this shit that I know right now. There just was no blogging or internet yet, for me to use as an open forum; and tell all of this directly and publicly; Ron Wirtz Senior and Junior, ADA's, Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office!!!!! FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, the MILITUFORCE just struck me again, this fucking cunt time with a (`~HACK) YO!!!! Even you couldn't keep me trapped in 1968 forever, McKannon Shoebox Maceblood!!!!

EVEN THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, cannot stop me from telling it all, day after day, and they cannot kill me, as I do not stay dead, ''shithead Argon''; but I do predict things every bit as powerful as fuckiGN Nostradamus did, and they all know it, © Office Examiners from 1988, and McDonald's tune dancers also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep it a little lower, Mister Connery JB, nabes'll fucking complain again, out on Astral Way Boulevard, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I just took another nasty fucking MOUSE-HACK, as it took me 5 times to finally get that fucking first nine words of this paragraph, to come out in a different color, and be slanted. Each time I made the highlight, the cunt eating fucking mouse-hack made it disappear, before I could effect the changes. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, MIZZ BONDI, AND BOB MC FCC DOWELL, YO YO YO YO?

Life is major fucked up for me. I just took another mother fucking MICROSUCKS HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, YO, AT 8:53 PM WHILE STARTING THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW. First, the document froze or the program did, and then on came their garbage stupid mother fucking LIGHTBULB HACK PROMPT.

Just as I begin to tell more and more of the really good stuff that folks could learn to implement and use, in their own lives; and begin exploring what levels that humanity truly is able to achieve; the bulk of my viewers vanish, with the Ingrid-84-Robin Hill Poison Cake Cigarettes, bloody shoes, and burned down houses and all; right Sara J. Karge of Trenton, New Jersey, born July 18, '1896; and not a year typo that time', folks. But the mother fucking prick hacker shits did indeed TRY and HACK me again, as it came out 1986, and this time I wanted it to come out 1896. Tell me folks, what in all gods honesty are the mother fucking odds for all of this to endlessly keep fucking ass happening to me, day in and day out, for 30+ mother fucking years, and no, I am quietly asking, not shouting from the foot of any October 5, 2008 stairs, or for that matter, late 1972 stairs either, Mizz Karge from Trentsylvania McGuire of the powerful ETTOS brain forgetter machine club!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

General Patton wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier, that he slapped that day, during World War II. I wish that I never did that 1983 remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”! I also fucking wish; FCC BOB MCDOWELL; that you could do something about this recent rotten MAJOR FUCKING MICROSOFT RELENTLESS HACKING; every dam time I try doing a blog any fucking more; as I just took a dam ass (WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK), right now, old pal. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to MY PERSONAL OPINION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello, alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.

It went up to 94 degrees here in town today, dropping recently 13 lovely ass degrees with very high humidity, SOSO-SSDD-WEIN???????????

SSSSSSSOOOOOOO MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991-TCE; I SEE OUR 'FRIENDS' ARE OUT THERE AND ACTIVE, OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, her name was Paula King, so you can pass it onto our mutual peeps who have their own covert retaliatory strikes down to a nice pattern also! Dawn my kidnapper died on New Years Day of 2011, so I am a free man, and living down here in Fort Pierce, at 601 Avenue B, Apartment Unit #607, if you wanna' ever come down for a visit.

WEEEEEEEEEEE. What a wovwee wovwee weeled we wive in, Elmer Wabbit Fwudd. Aniwho, no one to my knowledge, in any religion or philosophy or science, has put together the truth that MORIANITY has told, concerning the REALITY-TRIANGLE, you all know exactly what this is; (DREAMING, HYPERSPACE, EXPLORATRONS).

Folks, I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.

And frankly Congressman Robert Andrews; I don't even care. All we can try, is to live and to die; with love for each other to share; along with a lot of dirty rotten type-3-exploratrons fucking with a lot of us; I would suppose, sir!

JANE WHORE FONDA GOT ME FUCKING AGAIN, ME' WONDERFUL FOLKS, YO! What an endless witch-bitch on steroids, yo! Here's me' mother fucking 'FIVE's' to cunt-phlegm-rape, me' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, IS THIS ELDER ABUSE AND ILLEGAL TACTICS AGAINST ME, OR IS ALL OF THIS JUST IN MY SICKO NUTCASE CRACKPOT IMAGINATION SIR??? BE HONEST AND REAL WITH ME, SIR!

The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! The MILITUFORCE has also disabled me' mother fucking ELECTRONIC-MAIL at the mighty COMCAST! This is no longer working either, FCC! Are you ever going to help out one of your poor persecuted and illegally oppressed county-citizen under your jurisdiction??????

JUNE 26, 2014,

THURSDAY EVENING AT 10:15,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 85% and I'm fucking 85% hacked!

Aha-aha-aha-aha-aha, Mister McNulty!

ALLIGATOR HATERS ANONYMOUS (AHA)!

It is pouring rain now, at nine past three on this afternoon, stopping the road noise for a short wee bit of time, so TEE-HEE-HEE lovely bus riding Madonna from that day on the school road trip into NYC in 1972. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT, huh lovely Sarah Watergate Jacobson. WOW-WOW big O, is it pouring down torrential rain buckets outside of me' ol' winder, on this Friday afternoon, and NAUT back in 2104, but rather here in the STM measured separation period known as November 8, 2019. So imagine that, all crackpots, and all sheriff's everywhere!

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Hey the world figured out that scrambling up reality, and adding the new technologies of the old techno-music; can alter reality in wild ways. I hate to take credit for a lot of this new age mess, but despite being intentionally kept quite obscure in all of this by MILITUFORCES of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and the ASTRAL-PLANE'S BRIGGBASE SYSTEM or the political arena of the spirit-world, I AM INDEED THE FATHER OF MORE THINGS THAN JUST 'DOCTOR JACK'S EGG'! A child can see how Morianity played into the entire mess the world is in, politically, as well as the entire new computerized reality taking things into places where it never ought to have fucking gone in its wildest damn dares. Still, here we are, and here is therefore where we all need to be quite concerned about. It is not possible to recreate or edit time-lines unless we are members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. I for one know that, and admit to openly and honestly, I am most certainly and definitely, sir Thaxton; a member of the wild Astral-Groupation that morianity calls and labels, the ESS! Mister Don-Jon Trump on the other hand is NAUT in this limited league, and I fully believe that he is indeed one of the ESS. Still, he took both PARALLEL EVENT as well as MORIANITY, and used them to catapult himself into the quintessential alto regions here in the magical lands of physicality and humanness, called by some in the spiritual and psychic circles as well as the great religion of light and sound, known as Eckankar, the 'PHYSICAL PLANE'. Unless you've been hiding under a whole fucking huge bunch of rocks for the past half decade or so, we all know about these things, and we all know that it was right after my song that I had the Bonjovi's remake over at the AVALON RECORDING STUDIO back in 2013, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”; that these things started to happen and then balloon into what they all are today, all over this mother fucking great globe called the EARTH-PLANET, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!

Folks, playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I have come to do on my blog, is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a thousand super ass heroes. A BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super annoying hack, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK), one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal and sir; the FUCKING hack is powerful as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over, and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio????????????????

Just as all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure. I'm glad the other two doggies are having a much more successful time in their blogging endeavors than I am, but would cut off my fucking arms and legs and nuts, to know just what all these secrets are, as I do know there are secrets, and I do know they are well fucking cunt lapping guarded, on pain of death, and not at the Griffin Pipe Company, although, I told you all how the dude in the L&O show came around a lot, as no one looks that totally alike if they are not, not even fucking ass twins, and I have a lot of twins in my family, just start rereading, and archiving my older blogs where they all began, back in early 2006, and see that fact for yourselves, kind lads and lassies, YO! YES, I am fat, and OH-SHIT, not yet on the SYFY CHANNEL, and I'm quite sure, NOT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! My stolen ripped off ideas, yes; but me being allowed one single mother fucking ounce of credit, for one thing I ever did in this 60 years, by this sick fuckiGN world, that hates me worse than they all fucking hated Jesus fucking Christ; FORGET IT, UNFORGETTABLE MENTALIST NASTRADAMUS. Don't believe anything I ever say, ya' fucking moron jerk offs, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! WHAAAA you silwee fucking wabbits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I first need and wish to thank someone who means more to me than anything in this entire multiverse times infinity, DIANA ARTEEMIS, for coming around me yesterday afternoon. Baby-Blond; how can I make it up to you, you awesome GAP wonderful teen queen???????????????

I got through the weekend, Mizz Bondi, thank you! There are times when I really do not think I'll make it through these post 1986 rough patches.

Laugh all you wish anybody, that is your privilege, and hopefully always will be; but I wish to set the record perfectly and totally straight on something. I wish that if I made the following statement, that I would be thrown into Federal Prison, I really honestly do. I swear to the nine GAP SUPREME COURT JUDGES, (JUSTICES), or whatever they call themselves; TELLING THEM, under full pain and penalty of perjury charges, that my MORIANITY, and my TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLE, INCONCIEVABLE, AND TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY UNFATHOMABLY OUTLANDISH, NIGHTMARE LIFE; FOR JUST UNDER SIXTY YEARS IN THIS PRESNET PERSONA; is all 100% total truth, so help me Almighty Goddess Jehovah-Middie!

Yes, unfortunately, Jim Burr had a different way of putting this to me back in the early summer time somewhere, in the year of 1975, while I resided at 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold, New Jersey, just 100 years down the way from where a future girlfriend by the name of Helen Zebriski would be living with her daughter and her husband who worked for the father in law of SARAH CALLIO MARTIN/EZ/O; at the Claridge Hotel-Casino of Atlantic City, New Jersey; or would come to work; and I quote what he spoke to me over the telephone, back in 1975 when my ten digit number was (609) 783-4020; Mark this is all real, this is actually, literally, happening to you, you are not imagining it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now THAT was back in time by 39 mother fucking years, so just imagine what this dude would have spoken to me then. Would this have totally burned up Lenny Record Promoter 1980 McKinnon's illegal telephone tape recorder? Also who am I to talk here, Mister McDowell, old pal?

Yes, all hockey sticks, rotten vocalists, and techno-pop experts, I say unto thee here and now and for the record along with for posterity, YO; “Try getting out of this one”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So do I dare 'stay connected', Mizz Bondi; as it seems your banner part of the Florida Website is being hacked, and making my program freeze up, in case you may be interested, ma'am. It's OK now Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!!!!

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Times change, Attorney General's change, and the world changes, BUTTTTTTT folks, what has changed in an entirely new way since my 2013 remake-song called YBCO for a shortened LOIS-FOCA type abbreviation here, is thisssssssssssssssssssssssss following shit. Never before has hyperspace mechanics been screwed around with like this, just as never before Trump fucked with me with parallel event technology, did anything even remotely similar to that as well, ever manifest itself here on the EARTH-PLANET, YO. IPYT people out here, and I swear to that under anything and everything anywhere and everywhere, HOLY AND UNHOLY, blesses or unblessed, Catholic Wafers or any other atomically duplicated items on or off of any MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINES which are miniatures of course to the real one from millennia ago that we all know is called the ARC OF THE COVENANT, and covenant means CONTRACT, and the contract between GODDESS-MIDDIE and HER LOIS FOCA PEEPS is a complex and quite misunderstood one to say the very damn least, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say hi to your dolphin pals, Detective NYC Sorvino of the fantastic fictional 'L&O' TV-Show. Leave me fucking alone, you monster Mortimer Mortino. He never stops fucking buzzing in my ears on both sides of me, but never at the same time is trhis bitch on both sides, so he is most definitely NAUT an omnipresent being. It may NAUT be February 8 of 2014, but does this stop me from CAPPING or re-printing shit?

Reprinted on orders of PEE, on June 25

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065

5:55 PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

Yes PEE, I obey, up here in 2014.

SSSSSSSSOOOOOO, MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME NOW; MAKE ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????

Tora Lora Lora, Lora Lies and broken promises, right my wonderful black birds all over, watching out for me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM-3 PASTE FROM POSTS

Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:

My wonderful PEE, thank you for taking such great care of me, and yes, that far right switch and those nine red wires, hook them together and out the other end where the gold color attachment face has inputs, they go here, using an adapter that you were showing me just the other day. This is how you can then add those other amp-box converter systems to the third attachment. Try this, to quote the great tom Glenn back when it was 1981 over here where I live. I did this in reverse to add a second 110 VAC to a two speed cassette tape deck around those very same times, but I had to alter most of the insides of the unit with a type of splitter filter resistors, and paralleling in a new circuit of resistors to re-flow and channel extra power so as to not burn out the remaining transistorized parts on the mother board. That was a yesterday configuration of course, my wonderful PEE, and also, tell that idiot we were talking to, that I got his rotten joke about “all the police”; and that I do not care for his sense of humor, it reminds me too much of MC's. The day I laugh at what happened that day at that house at those horrible stairs where the family was chasing each other u the stairs, well, I'll be a damn ass monkey's uncle on that day, plus a whole lot of other nasty whittle things too, as most of us damn Huntington's are aniwho, huh ol' pal, Senator Sanders and Microsoft Sandwiches?

Friday, September 22, 2006 Morianity BibleThursday, January 19, 2006

Prologue - Morianity Bible For Millennium 3, Old Testament 1995

There is no good way to start this journal of my endless life, you see I do not ever die. In this age of somewhat computer impersonal inter-world interaction, I will start with plain simple English. First there is a very sick giant army of pure wicked slime-bag, wrecking ever facet of my life. It worsened however 20 years ago when I resided in lovely Cherry Hill, NJ, and much will be spoken of regarding this horrific nightmare. I have offered 3 people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make good on my end of the deal. Despite mans fear of death and the unknown, they all turned down my offer, even though what I want in return is not what you might think the usual things would be, such as sex or money or power etc. I do not want this. What I want is to be believed and have a small group of people join me in a fight against something that goes beyond consp theories, or any sci-fi stuff. No one can ever give me what I want so bad, OBLIVION. I have a story to tell you that will topple the world as we now perceive it to be. Stay tuned, there is a light year of story to tell, be braced.......I do think it wise that this book be made a part of my life and live journals, as this is the beginning of the book known as morianity bible. This will not follow the script of prior writings, as the times change very quickly as
centuries continue moving forward. I feel the need to point out that several people play a major part of my nightmare endless existence, and that they are well known high profile individuals. Unless you can see what I tell you is real, you will be offended as a direct result of your inability to comprehend. People, animals, weather, machines, and all potential situations of interaction, in this gigantic 5th dimensional hyperspace; are all totally controlled by the
uplining thoughtwave, that simply put, IS ALL THIS. No way can I just start right in imparting things about what the 6th dimension really is, as though we are having a casual conversation over trivial everyday matters such as a
new boy or girl friend, whether or not the mighty Philadelphia Flyers will win the 2006 Stanley Cup, and on and on. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe. One possible explanation for this is that I used to experiment with many electronic devices, and you would never believe me if I told you the whole story. Long before many of the technologies of century 21 existed, I applied an ancient alchemists theory to life by combining science with the magical world, hence creating a comminglin of sorts of existing powers that man had tapped into. There are several people that were suddenly added and subtracted from known reality, and the machine it was done on was a Panasonic Technics RS1500US open reel recorder. In closing, the first chapter of this bible, I will simply say this: I am in hell. I have been shot in a Wawa, drowned, poisoned, electrocuted, killed in 5 traffic crashes, the worst being in Woodbury, NJ, and have had several massive and fatal heart attacks. Death hates my guts and has been ordered to not let me get out of this nightmare. I am constantly evicted from wherever I live, friends keep dying strange deaths, I am fired off jobs with no explanations, and every time that I eventually and painstakingly get a new person in my life
who possibly might help me, they turn on me with no rhyme nor reason. 2 churches asked me to leave the fold as they believe I am cursed of God, or possessed, or some other such absurd nonsense. No matter what I try to ever do socially, financially, or whateverally, IT FAILS FAILS FAILS. These are the persons who are responsible for the complete destruction of an innocent man, though they have no clue that any of this is going on. DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT CLARK, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF, MAYOR BOB LEVY OF ACNJ, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH
CALLIO MARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, MARY CARTER PAINTS. CIA, NSA, and many BFA 'black file agencies", are owned-controlled by the Callio-Martino
families of East Jersey. Chapter two will tell you details of what these wicked subskumites do to me in covert ugly detail, stay tuned. Thank you "TOMORROW-NOW" network, for carrying this message, through World System which is the replacement of present day internet. Anybody who never saw a movie called "THE TRUEMAN SHOW" needs to get to a video rental system.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Chapter 01 Daring To Know

TUESDAY, JANUARY 31, 2006

CHAPTER 01 'DARING TO KNOW

About Me

: Name: theansweristheqyuestion; Location: Hammonton, new jersey, United States

Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness

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In last night's experience, I had a second less intense, but not that much fucking less, than my first one, sort of a part-2 of 2, and you know only about part 1, should you have read my blog chapter number 33 that preceded this one blog you're now reading. In this experience from super hell, I was driving along some weird New Jersey highway in a parallel universe where this road was extremely unfamiliar with some basic shit that just would never happen here in this universe that I won't bother you with the details about. Just to give you an idea what I mean however, you would never see a rowboat up in a tree, and that made into a home, with Halloween crap all over it twelve months a year, and the words ''tricky-teet-teet'' all over the front porch, painted in human blood, and the local police all there having a cookout and talking about the next crime they are all going to commit. But in some parallel universes, things can get extremely wacky by our standards here in this one. This by no means that they are any less real than this one is, OR, that towel seepage effect cannot indeed occur when back here and awake, as a result of doing certain things OVER THERE!!!!!!!! Just what significance, oh great biblical 'TSE' prophets, does a punch-ball sports toy have in all this? Screw you Erica, NASTRADAMUS and NAUT ALL OF THIRTEENTH THISSSSSSSSSSSS, oh mighty fucking SIR MICROSUCKS SPELLCHECKER HELLWRECKER, YO?

Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality, back in the autumn of 1970 that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, she was about t appear in a year or two as our wonderful COOLEY HALL CHRISTMAS ANGEL, and yesssssssss, Erica Kane, singing Christmas songs to boot. However, the farm outside of Haddonfield turned that boot into my own personal DAMN BOOT HILL with a grand total of 3,010 lovely robins, all TWEETING AWAY somewhere OUT THERE INTO THE NEGATIVELY PROJECTED PHOTON SPACE OF ANTIMATTER for crissake; me' Unk Jesus-62.

1802+1102+506=3,410 total robins, yo!

She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!!!!!!

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UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP

Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003, and was left as a comment on Mountainpen's 2007 blog.

I doubt there is any direct lineage to the witch doctor Wilson, from 1965.

PREFACE
On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.

Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes

last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister. People have a very long way to go, because they are yet far from being able to connect the dots of the paranormal and supernatural, with the truths of UFOLOGY or aliens, and then combining all of this together with the better understanding of religious origins, AND I WAS JUST FUCKED BY ANOTHER ELECTRICAL OUTAGE. Yes the MILITUFORCE did not want my previous blog to say the shit that it did, and so I got fucked out of my LEGAL FREE SPEECH, by these diseased TRUMPED-MONSTERS from hell, AKA “DOGTOWN”!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually the BRIGGBASE is NAUT Dogtown. These are two separate ASTRAL-PLANE realities or “condition-interactions”, as Mountainpen's Morianity labels and lists them, yo! Yes indeed folks, and great marvelous, wondrous and terrific, fantastic and sensational AATS BLOGAUDIANS out here somewhere yo; human consciousness also plays a powerhouse part in this combination of ingredients. So just where does the human brain/mind, and our consciousness, truly originate; and is it all a commingled part of the other listed items? I of course say that it is 100% interconnected. This is the absolute truth of SPACE-TIME-MIND, (STM)!!!!!! In my original document, now lost to the MILITUFORCE and their harassment and UTILITY DEATH SIEGE ON ME EARLIER TODAY, AT JUST PAST FOUR THIS MORNING SOMEWHERE, YO YO YO YO YO; I was referencing a place that I lived during my early life as a boy in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at 125-A Haddon hills Apartments, and I had tied in some truly amazing fucking shit, including my CHAIN that was given to me while living in that apartment, by my organizational CIA-AGENT and Campbell's Soup Company FRONT, big brother, Mister John Henningsen, and had tied in a perfect groupation of philosophical as well as scientific talking points. This is quite fucking cunt obviously YYYYYYYY the MILITUFORCE, caused my document to “vanish and disappear” into the damn early morning mist, and just as they have in like manner, made so many other 'non-Atlantic City' items do as well; yo me' damn BRO!!!!!

And now, I will tell all of my BLOGAUDIANS another thing, before I move still onward with the topic that was totally and absolutely fucking forbidden earlier today, and thus was wiped out of existence, as I was not saving every sentence the way I now am back to fucking doing, yo peeps! The majority of my “ideas” are actually my spirit journeys that you call DREAMS, into parallel alternate realities or parallel universes, that we all visit in our spirit while asleep, and dreaming; and my 1992 idea that I shared with the professor at the FIU in Miami, was no exception. I saw people living in a world where they all had this thing. But I have also gone to worlds where a lot more than this was going fucking on around me, yo. So the real Shakespearean question here is not “To be or NAUT to be”, but rather, did my spirit voluntarily travel to some OTHER-ATLANTIC CITY around the start of the second week in June in 1980, and hear that PINK GODDESS outside of the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store singing that magical tune, “Love Is For Carpenters”, or DID SHE AS A NORTH POLE MAGNET, LITERALLY ATTRACT ME AS A SOUTH POLE MAGNET, TO THAT PLACE SO THAT SHE COULD SING THAT LIFE-ALTERING TUNE TO ME? Come on Billy-Shake yo, which way does it truly go, as in is the chicken first, or is the egg first, OR OR OR OR OR OR OR OR OR, and another Bernie Sanders totally awesome and quintessentially HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE query, are the combined realities ONE AND THE SAME, as in the egg as well as the chicken happened first, last, and at all interactions of reality that lay in-between??????? This is all intertwined with the truths about what really human awareness or consciousness is all fucking about, and is even why the MILITUFORCE felt it goddessdamn necessary to strike me ILLEGALLY earlier today with that MONSTROUS UTILITY DEATH PERSECUTION and ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!

My entire story revolves around the very same Gene Roddenberry entity that aired as the first STAR TREK episodes after the original PILOT-EPISODE called, “THE CAGE”, and was called, “Where No Man Has gone Before”. I speak of Almighty PINK GODDESS, and its present and previous incarnations here on the Earth-Planet, the one after the car salesman printer journeymen and gold expert, mister Moroni of the great Mormon's Latter Day Saints of my 61^st great grand daddy's globally famous uncle Jesus's Church. But then we don't stop here, 'not by' a Perry white Superman 'LONGSHOT', telephone hollering Kent. Not that many episodes later towards the end of the great 1966 year, and after I had managed to somehow magically escape the horrendous hellishness of the New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute in late June earlier that same year, in almost one piece; came that wonderful episode whose title escapes and eludes me at this present second, but was the one where the inventor of the warp-drive, Mister Zephran Cochran, was stranded on some little world far away, WITH ONE OF MY CHILDREN, ONE OF THE COILS ANYWAY, and fell in love with her; and also how she chocked Spock and Kirk, when they tried to shut her off, the same way that she did to me in 1983 when I tried to disconnect myself from her via that wild Privecode machine. I said it before, and I'll go right on proclaiming and stating these facts. Ol' Gene knew about these things, and actually, I saw a wild documentary show on some educational-television program a few years back, that admitted that he had been made privy of major MILITUFORCE secrets and long before his STAR TREK SHOW ever saw the fucking light of day, he was actually introduced to aliens who TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT THESE THINGS, and who knows, MAYBE EVEN ABOUT ME!!!!!!!! This shit sure fits perfectly together, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Deny it if you want to. Trump and his climate deniers are quite real and active too. There really are people that you can bring all the proof in the world right to their hands, and they will still stand there and just fucking spit right in your damn ass eye, me' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!

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