Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 20
SUN-11-194------(JWSC-DATE)
SUNDAY, JULY 2, 2023------(OLD WORLD VALENDAR)
Something happens from time 2 time, that happened 2 me on this day, and I don't remember ever telling U much about it; and now I feel the need 2 tell U about, so here goes, SS. While driving close 2 Berryville-Hammonton up in NJUSAESMWG one day, & heading east and coming from west of there, and if memory serves me correctly; I think that I had been returning from the Eckert Pharmacy in Berlin, and heading back home. Suddenly, my pants were just about on FIRE at my left thy area. It was late morning, and as I was driving east at that time, the sun washot and bright over my left drivers side of the car; and I was wearing black pants, and those whom I've told this story to, insist it happened because I indeed had been wearing black pants. I know the basic science behind it, and still do not agree that this was not enhanced by some wild and seemingly magical thing that was performed by my wicked rotten demonic SPACEFORCE ENEMIES, the WOMO. If black pants caused my sudden total burning of my leg while driving in my car, 2 the point of near excruciating agony; then the clothing manufacturer would not have been permitted 2 sell black pants. Still, I've never worn black pants outside ever again, and I now feel the need, B4 tying this into an incident today; 2 tell U something pertaining 2 all of this, that happened 2 me at the approximate age of eleven years, & while residing at the Haddon Hills Apartments of Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. Two very nasty trouble maker boys, Thomas Hatmaker, and John Scout; were with me one day back in the hot summer time of 1966, and they suddenly told me 2 walk ahead of them while we all were going through the area inside of this large garden type of apartment complex, along one of its numerous sidewalks. Suddenly I felt an agonizing burning sensation on my back, and as I yelped and quickly turned around; I observed that one of them had a good sized magnifyhing glass, and was using the sun, along with this glass; 2 intentionally burn me, while I was walking slightly ahead of them. I never forgot that day or incident, nor will I; huh Jane Notfondauonebit. I mean really SS; some things R really rotten, and shouldn't B, at least IMHO, ever totally forgiven! But this made me wonder after eventually arriving home on that day while living back there in Jersey, and shortly B4 meeting up with the King family; if the SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES weren't employing some similar weapon-device from one of their NASA-OWNED satellite strings of numerous covert systems and weapons, and illegally targeting legal US citizens, 4 their evil experimentations, causing me this same unpleasant agony that day while driving. As I speak and type this message out at 1:22 PM, these SPACEFORCE demonic subskummites have gotten their 'GNAT-DROID' 2 begin attacking me right now out of the blue, when B4 that; all was quiet on that goddessdog front, oh sir! Now all throughout my near-4-decade long ordeal with these sicko monsters, I've had similar 'heat-assaults' done 2 me, and many times not 2 cause me physical pain; but merely cause me unpleasant amounts of heat in my residences, and in the rooms that I am in, while in rooms that I am not in, the temperature remains completely normal, 4 the real true weather conditions surrounding my place of abode. 4 the very most recent example, recently I told U on this letter-blog (LB), just how I do not waste my AC when I am not in rooms. Normally, my living room gets very hot while I sleep in my bedroom, and unless we R in an excessive heat wave, my north bedroom where I sleep only becomes air conditioned after I wake up hot, since when I go 2 bed, the temperature is not that excessive, and I leave it off 2 save money. This morning, I woke up hotter than ever, and it was absolutely stifling in my bedroom; and yet when I came out 2 my living room 2 take my medication, the room here that normally is stifling torrid hot was quite passible, as if some magical trucking damn ass genie was able 2 transfer the normal temeratures of those two room areas in me' residence in a reverse way from the otherwise normal conditions. Remember 2 that I had just told U in a recent previous blog about exactly where I sleep, and what I did with the AC in order 2 try and save a few dollars; and then right away, the enemies messed with me. I have seen this pattern now in my life ever since the exact date that this entire trucking nightmare all began with me, SS; and yes, that was August in the year of 1986, and things never looked back and yes, just as if these diseased monster pricks have literally managed 2 trap me inside of their satanic and evil time warp. After-all, I do re-read me' own blogs, and I know that I come off as some time-trapped prisoner, stuck literally in a time warp, and yes, & JUST AS THAT TAUNTING TEASING NEWSCASTER SAID THAT DAY, while smerking into his little red light at his Philly-TV-station newsroom. I am naught imagining any of this junk SS, and just ask me'ole' coworker Sir Arthur Crane, and he will confirm that, along with this NSA-SPACEFORCE snowed in deal from TCE, back in 1991, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy oh boy oh boy, R we gonna' clean up on our law suit, and the HALLS FAWCES seem 2 know it 2, YO SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am going 2 tell U now SS, just Y FRIDAY HAPPENED 2 ME. 'SSDD', remember when I told U that this stands 4, “SAME STUFF on a DIFFERENT DAY”, well; that is all that it was; and deep down, I SOMEHOW FELT THIS ALL GODDESSDOG ALONG, that my major SUPER BOTBAR ASSAULT AND SUPER HIGH CCOT NIGHTMARE DAY was a result of my post August-1986 woe-whiz-me troubles, from straight out beyond the Purgatorial DOGTOWN BRIDGE ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir ole' associate-pal, the entire death day from Earthly dogtown last Friday, YESTERDAY, was all absolutely and completely MOTHER trucking ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY related. The DJIA (DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES STOCK MARKET SYSTEM IN MANHATTAN, NYUSAESMWG, as a result of this super death day; turned around after not so pleasant of a recent time and nearly sinking below the 34-K level, but after persecuting the living hot slit out of poor ole' pathetic futhermucking innocent whittle helpless Mountainpen, or ME; POW, up it went approximately 280 points. These R approximate numbers, as I only get the service streamed where the HAYSTACK shows me in percentages, the changes and settled 'DJIA' prices, and from there; I need 2 merely guess and use my trustworthy Malmart calculator, and hope 4 maximum accuracy, as it won't B quite 100 percent 2 the point. BOO-HOO futhermucking HOO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Then those newscasters up in Philly about 16 years or so give or take, made a clever comment that I absolutely know was meant 4 me 2 hear on the local Philly news that night, about my being stuck in a time warp, and implied that I am doing it myself and am responsible 4 all the junk that is happening 2 me since this began 4 me back in middle-'86!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a buncha' unfair horse puke that was!!!!!!!
SS; I will keep posting this page every single time that the runt slapping rock chucking futhermucking rotten diseased WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES CONTINUE KILLING ME COVERTLY, WITH THIS ICPE-APE-TECH PIG GRIT ON STEROIDS, thinking that eventually I'll stop saying it, and exposing it; and then they can just keep right on going with this illegal and beyond surreal and monstrous behavior. U-C this allows them and gives them a free license 2 do this 2 me, and in fact it provides a permission-slip 4 these diseased rotten sub-scum, 2 target anybody else someday, as the future keeps unraveling; and anyone of my blogaudians, SS, could B THEIR NEXT VICTIM. It happened 2 me, and who can promise that one of them won't B goddessdog UP next SIR????? Ever since I began typing this little blog-letter (BL) 2U; three Spaceforce Minidroid GNATS R persecuting and harassing me 2 total death in here; and the LOUD FIREWORKS ALSO BEGAN, and it is naught coming from any distance area out beyond the park, but rather from some of my major ENEMY-WOMO-NABES FROM EARTHLY-PG-DGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT, SS!!!!! The CO-OP Office has tried insisting with me that it is naught coming from inside here, BUT I ABSOLUTELY NO THAT I AM BEING LIED 2, either intentionally, or else due 2 basic lacking in audio education, despite my explaining stuff 2 them from my experiences working with sound. On top of all of this, when Diana's lovely near-full moon rose up and cleared the small building structure in friont of me' trailer, a nasty jet-chemtrail was there 2 greet me, while I went out 2 me' front porch 2 stare at HER and wave 2 HER as I always love doing; as SHE is indeed the love of me' entire life, and 2 the power exponent of three hundred and fifty-seven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also took some motorbike annoyances earlier this day and there R several riders in this park.This is not as bad as last week's horrendous monster-ass Saturday, but the goddessdog cosmos appears 2B working on this, every damn minute, as I speak, SS!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I WILL GO ON POSTING THIS PAGE BELOW, UNTIL AND RIGHT UP THROUGH MY DEATH AS THE 'HUMAN-PRESENT-ME persona', or until the SPACEFORCE stops this ICPE-APE-TECH TOTAL ILLEGAL ASSAULT ON ME that they began in August of 1986 and refuse 2 stop:
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
Computer, hear my MVP, (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally & absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me on this SATURDAY NIGHT, JULY 1, of the year of 2023, WITH CHEMTRAILS, LOUD NEIGHBORHOOD NOISES ALL DAY AND NIGHT, MINIDROID INVASIONS, AND ALL OTHER HARASSMENTS DONE 2 ME TODAY AS WELL AS ALL DAY FRIDAY YESTERDAY AND IS ALL TOTALLY A PART OF THEIR GENERAL OVER-ALL ASSAULT ON ME, THAT I CALL 'ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY' THAT BEGAN IN THE MIDDLE OF 1986 AND NEVER EVER IS HALTED, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
Miserable rotten Jane Thistleweedsthorns just came 'vely vely non-Cooley Hall' close 2 getting me weel weel 'GOUUUUUUUD', 2 quote lovely 1999 Mizz Helen Zabriskie, and even though it was absolutely no cigar, oh lovely Mizz PK, and Mizz Flinger Cigar, on transdimensional 10-SC-Avenue in middle July-1997; I still will now compensate (runt-phlegm-hate), 4 this attempt at nailing me here cosmically, with your lousy rotten stinking miseralbe 'PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN'. WHAAAAAAA-BIT-FWUDDDD.
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MORIANITY-4 from 2013, and endless hellishness from a decade in A-matter:
NO SUCH THING AS TIME TRAVEL, HUH COUNT PETOFI
9:43 PM-EST, MARCH 4, 2013, 13 YEARS TO THE DAY THAT MY MOM WAS KILLED
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT PISSES ME OFF ABOUT BLOGGING. UNLESS PEEPS KNOW HOW TO ARCHIVE YOUR OLD BLOGS, IT IS LIKE STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN WHEN YOU GO AND DO NEW ONES, AND FOLKS WORK HARD TO PRINT UP ALL THEIR LIFE STORIES, NOT TO HAVE IT ALL FORGOTTEN AND LOST IN TRUCKING TIME TUNNELS AND VACUUMS. PEOPLE THAT NEED TO SEE HOW MY ENTIRE SLIT CONNECTS BACK INTO 2009, 2008, 2007, AND 2006, EVEN JUST TO THIS LITTLE BIT OF TIME SINCE I BEGAN TO BLOG; NEED TO KNOW THAT THEY CAN USE A SAFE LINK HERE THAT IS NOT LEACHED UP, & I PROMISE YOU. THE STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL IS WATCHING EVERY MOVE I AM MAKING ON THE COMPUTER, SO I ASSURE YOU IT IS SAFE TO CLICK ON IT FOLKS. Being a decade later now, what a laugh that WAS!!!!!!!
Http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ ** SO USE THIS LINK FOLKS, WITH THE FULL ASSURANCE, YOU WILL NOT BE LEACHED OR MESSED WITH. RELAX & ENJOY. IS ALL OF THIS WITHIN HUMAN GRASP OR DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM JUST A LOONEY TUNE CHEMTARD? PRINCE DOESN'T. THAT'S COOL ENOUGH FOR LITTLE OLD ME, ANYTIME FOLKS, AND CNN TOO. WOW DOES ME' DISTANT CUZZ AND THE LANBRIGGERS WIPE OUT ME' GREAT 2 NON-WOMO PEOPLE, WHAT A SHAME AND WHAT A CRIME, AND LOOK WHAT THEY WILL DO SOMEDAY, HUH MISTER GWPO, the non Gwaposian?
first day of 2008 summer, like wow, yo
Saturday, June 21, 2008
MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY QUEEN
HUGE
COMPUTER HACK
8 at night, first day of SCUMMER
21 June, oh-8,
Saturday Elton John night
But not Donna devil all right.
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, AND THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL
AND ME---------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I
NEVER WENT 2 BED TODAY AFTER COMING BACK FROM WORK, NEVER.
I am shouting out to the FBI and the NJ STATE POLICE 4 HELP!!!!!!!!!
I have no memory of shutting down the TV set, or removing eyeglasses,
or falling into my bed; only that suddenly the TV was off, my glasses
were on my face. I was or had been dead asleep, and all devices were
indeed turned off. I bolted upright and saw that my fan had gotten
knocked over along with a karaoke machine and they both were laying
flat on the floor next 2 where I had fallen, also without memory of
ever getting 2 sleep. First, work was OK, but no panacea. I had a
small bowel attack, lots of jerk offs everywhere, but out of nowhere
at just past 3 in the morning, a noisy loud alarm went off. No
matter how hard I tried 2 find the source, I could not. Shades of my
Echelon-Towers Building, that I guarded back in my middle thirties
for the famous Wells Fargo Company, the original American Security
outfit 4 all those Western-shows watchers.
Just 2 and a half hours after the crazy MC-ALARM attack, a crash
level plane flew over my vehicle in total violation of my CIVIL AND
CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE. I came
home and ate a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice, and turned on the
TV. The next thing I knew, it is hours later, I am laying stretched
out, eyeglasses on my face still; and stuff was knocked over onto the
floor. When I got up to piss and straighten up the place so that the
fan was blowing air onto me again, and I could resume sleeping a
while longer; I
instantly knew that I was right back in this building, a medical
place with 6-9 rooms that went more into each other and did not
contain a lot of hallways.
Mariah
Carey
was there, and her
driver,
a man about medium build and had bright glaring type of eyes, just
over perhaps the six foot mark in stature, dressed nicely but not
overkill, and the same with Mariah. A lady who was heavy set was sort
of in charge at this place. She had neck line hair length, strawberry
type of color; and she kept telling me 2 stop closing doors, and I
kept telling her that I am not closing them. The wind was blowing
quite strong outside and was blowing right through all of the open
windows in these rooms, and was forcing doors to swing shut; but she
continued 2 insist that I was doing it. Mariah started talking 2 me
about how much she enjoyed being a super star and yet there were
problems that she said she wanted 2 tell me about but could not at
the moment, as he would hear, and I kept asking who ‘he’ was. She
half smiled and pointed at a young male about 22 give or take, about
five feet five in stature, brown short hair, not totally short like a
crew cut, was dressed in an old pair of pants with oil stains on
them, and a green jersey with strange looking logos on it everywhere
with many bright white circles with black lines running through them,
3 of them, like a triple X. She
told me that she is here on this same day each week for some medical
reason, and I think she told me but cannot pull that part of the
interaction up now back in waking life.
The buildings of the city were visible from windows, yet the area was
in a country setting, whether it was part of the 5 boroughs of New
York City or not, also I am not privy to this. She said that she
wanted me 2 know she is mad that I do not fully trust her and her
plans, and I kept insisting that I trust her implicitly but know
quite well, that what
she thinks of as PLANS, I-C as GAMES,
and
reminded her of the 65-70 years when she was here B4 playing her
games with me from a city just 100 or so miles away down the coast.
She smiled at me and said, “U
mean the chain I removed from your Oaklyn, New Jersey Apartment?”
I said, “4
starters, yes”.
She went on to tell me that until the shellfish as she called him
while looking his way, is out of my way, I can tell U no more about
it. She
said that he was a lifelong resident of Atco, New Jersey, and knew
both U and your neighbors, the Durham’s, when U lived there back in
‘83.
He is not who he appears, and all her peeps and bodyguards have tried
to beat him up and keep him away, but he just seems impervious and
will not stop creeping around. He
is Y the Feds started messing with me, she went onto say, and they R
not on my side, & they must do what they R told by higher
councilmen,
and she was talking Millionth.
I reminded her that she is all mighty and can do anything, & Y
not just zap him into oblivion? She smiled again and said that there
is still so much yet 4 her 2 teach me about all of this, and all the
Earthly people making my life so horrible every minute of every day
and night. She said that when I disobeyed and told her she could kill
me, the other day on my blog, for the entire world 2 publicly C and
share; she
was
extremely angry.
I must remember that she is the
great queen,
and maybe in the world of Pedigree Dog-food, us DOGS
RULE,
but, and she called me Yancy, and said and I quote, “Yancy,
remember that I am the great Sarah-Stacey here in this form now, and
I
RULE, U GOT THAT”?
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
But there is a whole lot more 2B spoken of in all of that, as well as just how and Y it all connects into each and every new hour and day of my life until they plant my remains in the ground eventually and 'hopefully', Mister 'Duncan Retrace (1984) © 1408 McLeod', Sir. When I was playing my roulette professionally in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in 1986, and simultaneously wiping my life out forever for a mere few measly frikkin' bucks, shortly B4 the incident at the Trump Castle Casino in Northwest Atlantic City; I was playing at the Claridge Casino Hotel one afternoon, and ran into lovely Mizz Paula King, who was working as a hostess for the 'joint', Mister Winn, Sir. If I am wrong, I sincerely apologize but if I am mistaken indeed, then she has an identical twin, just as my daughter and her distant cousin Mizz Leticia Tilley R absolute lookalike's, separated only BY SOME BIZARRE age-time barrier, or whatever anyone ever wishes 2 call and or describe this outlandish phenomenon. As 4 that particular day at the Claridge Casino Hotel in the summer-time in 1986, this gorgeous girl came up 2 me and asked me exactly how I was playing the game, as I appeared 2B winning a lot of money and she wanted 2 know how 2 cash in on it. Hey, everyone wants 2 cash in, just as was said more than two decades in the darn future on the future television show called, “Law & Order”, on the episode titled, “FAME”. The failed X-rock star said, I believe, “Hey I get it, everybody wants 2 earn”, and hey buddy, U-R correct. Sure we do, and anyone out here who claims otherwise is lying either 2 someone else or most likely just 2 themselves. Folks first need 2 understand that there is absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong with the desire 2 have the basic items and necessities here in our physical lives. There is nothing unholy or wrong in any way with the desire 2 better ourselves, in many areas of life, B it financially, as well as numerous other facets. It is only when we wish 2 do it in ways that violate other people in this life, where it is wrong. Basic laws given 2 humans, beginning with Moses and from which most of the original following British Common Law ideas all sprang from, leading to current days here in America and our laws, that all basicly regulate legal rights, or try 2 anyway; as giving people the maximum rights under these laws, right up 2 the point where any more rights would then come 2 infringe on the rights of another human being. This is, and ask any law school if I am right about this or naught folks; behind all of the legal system, B4 things then get broken down into endlessly more complex items, and then continue 2B ever increasingly complicated as the society then goes onto also become more and more complicated. There is absolutely nothing wrong with anyone wishing 2 better themselves and their stations in this life. It is normally done by making correct and wise decisions, being able 2 receive proper education so as 2 then go on and enter into some successful career, and along these lines. There also are many other things that can bring success, money, & the whole deal. However, the playing field is anything but balanced, and we all know this. If people were all legally forced, absolutely 100%, 2B rewarded precisely in ratio 2 their actual talents and skills in this life; I would believe in our legal system 100%, and jump on a soap box daily 2 praise it. Unfortunately, the great statement made by the Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King is more true than peeps realize many times, when she said what she did about my own kid for example, back in early 2009; from Judge Frank Raso's home in Blue Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Later as U all know, during his political campaign, Mister D.J. Trump used that blog and those words, almost word 4 word, 2 make his own point; substituting only the real estate variation in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG of '5th Avenue', with his 'shooting someone story' that we all have heard many times now! Just a couple days back on my streaming news system, I heard the same report that many of U heard as well. This asshole sports figure of celebrity status was drunk, and driving recklessly in a drag race in a city, on a public street; and he killed at least one person; and GOT TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. If I had done this, we all know that I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY BEHIND BARS 4 THE REST OF MY MOTHER ******* LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I will always obey the law, I will always give total and proper respect 2 any and all enforcers of the law; but I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER 4 OUR PRESENT CRIMINAL (CJS) JUSTICE SYSTEM, not one tiny wee whittle frikkin' lousy ass bit, 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, ME' GREAT OLE' BROADCASTED MIKE SOFT SPELLCHECKER BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
time 2 get into a few quick yet extremely powerful things. As we move ever onward in a time-illusion here on the Earth-Planet as human beings of some intelligent sentient thought-level, we C ourselves as ever increasingly a knowledgeable species in an overall averaged out way, despite less than a century ago that we did have Pacific island cannibals still existing in a few remote spots. And insisting on believing fully in this time-illusion, we absolutely do in fact believe that we R merely all getting smarter in some averaged out way, and yes, in our truth and at our human present thought level; this appears 2B quite accurate. Remember that all of this stuff out here in the 'post-big-bang' however is mass and energy, and that only in a matter world planet can humans, and our thoughts as we perceive them 2B, produce this illusion of an ever advancing race. This is truth when it is divided by the speed of light squared that is existing as sort of a mirror reflected image of what is in the Plancktime, or the 'timeless Purgatory', 'Pre-big-bang'. In the Purgatory, what we now would think of as this ever progressing knowledge and advancement of 'we the human beings here', would simply B a lot like a digital disc of dots everywhere. This of course is an endlessly under-exaggerated example, but it comes closest as I know possible 4 making my point here on this blog right now, as limited human being 'me' is now attempting 2 communicate with my fellow limited human beings, 'all of U'. These dots on a disc would work as a player unit with a laser beam shining on one dot at a time, whenever any particular thing is wished 2B connected into ourselves. So at C-squared or in the Plancktime (timeless-Purgatory), what we C here would B more like this, and yes, as humans advance, I can now go onto talk a wee bit more like this, and since the recent Oscar winning movie, I am now able thanks to the entertainment-industry, 2 make a lot of me' whittle pernts a lot better, sir Archibald Bunkerqueens! When reality of energetic truth is thus divided by constant-squared, as shown in Mister Giant-Brain Einstein's famous formula, we get the worlds and realms of matter and mass, such as Planet Earth in this cosmos, and soon 2 arrive, the homosapiens that go onto develop a self-aware or sentient nature, and then continue 2 advance even farther from there until and unless eventually stopped by the Civilization Advancement Prevention system that seemingly has been Lawtronically built into the entire thing by and from the Almighty '0-D (Singularity)', & 'Ultimate Force', (UF), [GOD] if U will. Yes, the movie does indeed, or at least its title as I have not seen the show, nor plan 2 do so; but the title does in fact imply the Plancktime, or Astral Plane (Purgatory), and the way it works there. When divided by C-SQ, we need 2 actually move physically, since things become physical from any interaction into another one, automatically connoting a time dimension as well, as the needed three dimensions for time 2 move in and through, known as width, and length, and depth. But accelerated into energetic truth through acceleration by C-SQ, and now we merely focus shift from one thing into another; as all of the dots R on the disc, think of it, ALL OF THEM, all possible combinations of all and any possible 'thing'. When this truth divides by C-SQ, it cannot B contained into just one 4-D reality or universe, so the entire thing fits into a fabric made out of five 4-D realities of matter as well as five 4-D realities of matter where electrons orbit their atoms in a reverse orbital direction, or antimatter. So these two fabrics eject out of the so-called 'big-bang' at numerous times by relative perception inside of the Plancktime, yet out here in the big-bang, 2 us, it is all one quick burst out of this first stage beyond singularity; or as Morianity named it a while back, S+. In other words, and all physicists will agree and merely would substitute their own more scientific nomenclature 4 it, this after Plancktime cosmos here where we all reside in, equals S+PT, or S+PT=5-DHS. The actual reason Y energy is slowly used up in Plancktime by Purgatites is simply a result of using up a finite amount of our energies on endless focus shifting from dot 2 dot, or virtually endless interactions. In the physical reality where things are hard world and material, we must actually respect the spaces and distances in-between these 'things' or dots of truth. Sometimes in my Morianity, I label them as 'SEDS', and this is simply shortened from Signal Energy Dots. Even my book, 'TPB', in a small, and somewhat-back-then-in 1994 more parochial way, made mention of these {SED's} upon one or two occasions if my memory is serving me at all correctly. Extra smarties out here will wonder now, Y would timeless Purgatory ever have the limitation of using up energy as they may B remembering some prior Morianity lessons on the 9-levels of energetic beings or Astral-Entities (Purgatites), and those with higher values (the gods), have more interacting ability there B4 needing 2 pop out into the 5th dimensional hyperspace 4 a recharge, so 2 speak. Humans and animal kingdoms below even that level, have the most recharging needs. It is sort of like comparing a tiny 9-volt transistor radio battery from 1966, to a car battery of 2023. They both do what they do, and one simply needs more charging and is able 2 perform less work B4 that recharging is needed. So work is translated as the focus shifting of a Purgatite, from dot to dot; and now 'thanx-2-that great new movie' with the Purgatory-named title, without even using the word; I am finally able 2 fully address all of this a wee bit more intelligently and advanced 4U all. And no sir Mister SpeLLchecker, 'naught U ALLBERRIES'!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEE!!!!!
HACKING IS OFF THE CHARTS UP HERE IN LATE JUNE OF 2023, SS!!!!!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
magic winds, slamming doors, and come-true-dreams
“MAGIC
WINDS, SLAMMING DOORS, and
COME-TRUE-DREAMS”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCOM/MORPRO-1995, ETCETERA
FUTURE GOOGLE DATE/TIME-STAMKPED GRAND JURY
TESTIMONY AT THE
HAGUE OR WORLD COURT/TRIBUNAL
DATFILE: 092108.415.55 -----
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
First
off I will say simply this, when I left the death house in Somerdale,
NJUSAESMWG, in the spring of the ‘98 year, I wrote a book called,
“I Am Here and Surviving”. I could perhaps call these internet
blogs the 21st
century equivalent to this sitch from a decade and 2 seasons ago.
Karen, I called U and left a message as I do once per week minimum, now that I am still here and alive. I had wonderful ideas about a blog share and website share club and everyone, what else is new; treated me like skit and ignored me. Please C what U can find out and Google and get back 2 me. There has 2B an all ready existing ‘something’, although I know that my idea was better and a real legitimate money maker. My mother worked part time long ago for Esquire Magazine, and I came 2 learn first hand from her, that advertising and this business in general is probably the largest, or one of the top five 2B in, especially in an entrepreneur situation. The money would B a side benefit, the idea was the promotion of unknown persons blogs and websites. If a boring blog written by a celebrity is destined 2 get all the hits while an incredible blog such as mine, due 2 no name recognition on any significant scale, causes it 2 virtually get lost as a single star in the galaxy of internet chatter and gossip; some new thing needs B set up where many persons can judge 4 themselves, and learn where 2 go 2 find such non-ordinary chatters such as mine. There should B a rating scale. Not trying here 2 toot a horn, but please, what could Britney or Jessica, or any of them say that would stand up against the eternal importance of my family, and its 2000 year old curse, and my infinite existence or my awareness anyway, of it?
Card
counters will relate totally 2 what I now have 2 say here. If U marry
a wild person with mood swings, and is extremely bi-polar 2 the point
that even the quill and all other sike-meds have little significant
value 4 normalizing and or stabilizing the patient’s condition, and
let us now 4 sake of this example say that U-R like I am, into
charting things, and U learn that this difficult dangerous spouse has
on average 3 seriously bad days out of each ten, only it balances out
after 50 or 100, and is not that simple 2 count 3 out of a 10 day
period, subtract good days, and then know about how many more OK days
R remaining B4 the next bout of 30% is due; but say that U eventually
pretty much have it computed and can know when sort of a spell of
good or bad times is just ahead. Now, U can know this as U have the
problem, and have gone 2 great measures 2 calculate the formula, so
that U can indeed start recognizing expectable mood patterns and
behaviors, and thus B braced 4 them as well as being extra ready 2
deal with the situation; right B4 it just snaps up into your face,
and catches U unprepared. Now compare yourself with say friends and
family members of this difficult spouse of yours, that come to visit,
B it occasionally or frequently. They walk into your home with no
idea of anything except 4 the knowledge that indeed the person is
difficult, and will upon occasion, snap and make everybody totally
miserable, but there is no real way 2 know or predict the when’s.
This ability is simply not available, hence, they simply take their
chances, as they R playing so 2 speak a cosmic game here, within the
grander scheme cosmic game that continuously surrounds and is
integrally a part of all of us frail poor humans, as they choose 2
come over 4 a visit. But U on the other hand, R living in one long
part of this cosmic game, and have the mathematics 2 it basically
plotted out in a trustworthy statistical manner. This
is what I was referring 2 regarding being able 2 cheat at gambling,
by keeping track of all of the numbers say at roulette that ever come
up 4U while UR at tables, and then reducing this 2 a formula where U
indeed can with real honest trusted reliability, B able 2 return 2 a
following game and know which 4 or 5 or so numbers out of the 38,
that will have a much higher than the 38:1 chance for each coming
out, as this would B your real odds if U were not charting and
playing ONE-LONG-RUN-PLAY-GAME.
All of life is no different. It all works this way, and as Gawky
says, is totally Y the Gawnum works and exists, and is
taught as a basic beginners course at the Teck-Bay
Mystery School of the Province
of Olympia on the Astral
Plane.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
HEY SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
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FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
2:42 POST MERIDIAN
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
2 JULY, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
SS; I have tried hard 2 tell the entire globe that I know exactly Y the entire political deal happened in that 'moving towards that nightmare 15 year'; and it is all about the non-Kevin Trudeaux $$$$$, but rather it is all about the DAVE ROTH WARREN GROVE POOH POOHED TECHNOLOGY that I wanted 2 try using with him, and he did naught want any part of it, only we were being listened 2 those July nights back in freegin' 1997 high up there in the middle of the Jersey Pine Parrens at the Highpoint near the military war-games installation gate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Only U, and a small handful of vely vely loyal Morians out here, SS; know about Dave Roth, Warren Grove, Lucille's Fudge, Kenny Rogers' secret lover, whom some Berryville natives in Hick Jersey-USA keep on the QTDL, as extremely loyal fans of Kenny's; and the entire thing is so beyond mind boggling, as U know sir; it is all Y the entire late 2015 year went kaplooyey with the political scene, with distant cousin Trump; and stuff never even tried 2 ever look back again, ever since!!!!!!!!!! SS; a mother ******* retared child on sike pills can C the truths involved here. What I wanted 2 try and do with my pal Dave back in summer time of 1997, was exactly what TRUMP and his LAMBRIGG OPS SPACEFORCE ACTUALLY DID GO ONTO ACTUALLY DO; and this is Y they had so much mind boggling incredible non-Marcucci-1969 major success in the political areana, and this then went onto cause the American empire 2 last only one quarter-M, and 4 this, I am truly repentent and sitting here in ashes and sacks of dirty cloths from biblical days an dmy awesome Huntington S-C (non Callio Sarah) family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that I, or anyone else, could ever add 2 all of thisssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Snakes from 1983, or up here 40 years in antimatter-space; would B one gigantically beyond super HUUUUUUUUUUUGE MACY-----WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, & ULTRA-WOW!!!
SS; if some lick head stick with emmense power in this nation does not begin 2 take this blog and these beyond frikkin' magical words seriously here, well then it is gonna' B the end of everything; and we will all then B either worshipping this 'leaf-covering maniac' from Dogtown's outer gates, or B agonizingly put 2 death, as if we were sent back 2 the days and times of the diseased Roman Empire. I lived there with DIANA, as a silversmith named Demetrius, and I know how hoprrible this is all gonna' B if peeps don't somehow quickly WISE UP, Detective L&O Curtis; oh U wonderful sir!!!!!! All that anyone needs 2 do 2C how Wolf and other Lambriggers all appear 2 know what is going on from the Purgatory, and decades B4 it gets 'summer-2008 fullfilled' here on this plane of material non-Amy LC life, is 2 view that two part 'L&O' TV show, combining Munch from the 'L&O-----Life on the Street' show, with the regular 'L&O' show, and that marvelous forboding warning episode with REAGAN, & not the president, although Detective Lenny Briscoe does say 2 him, down in that subway platform, “You're not going anywhere, Mister President”, and at the very end of this show and episode, he is in that Rikers jail cell with McCoy, and he makes that wild LAMBRIGG-TRUMP statement about what now has indeed BECOME TOTAL AND ABSOLUTE FRIKKIN' REALITY in the political and American scene of today, a quarter century later from that time of that show. 2008 summer dreams, with magical Judge Frank Raso homes, of windy slamming doors, on steroids here; huh there, Mister Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF?????????????
Okay SS; this 'LB' 2U will end 4 right now, and just how is this all possible on a broken cum-puke-her, U and some others out there R obviously wondering. I will leave everybody 4 right now, at their local freaking Hundaei dealerships, back around a year prior 2 MC's visit with me in hyperspace; and keep the entire global population head scratching and wondering 4 a while; right, Father 'L&O' courtroom scene Lucci, oh great sir???????
THE END SS, 4 TODAY. Al Jolson, where R-U?
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