The Never Published ANITA HILL Story Fits Into Morianity
3:47 AM, Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Many will not B able 2-C a powerhouse connection into the blog title story that I will now embark on telling U Blogaudians in full details, nice and short and sweet but definitely complete, poet and know it and jazz like that all notwithstanding here, and another story that will B also told 2-U, and each person can slowly indoctrinate 4 themselves how this all connects up, as it most assuredly does, but each reader will C these connections in their own unique ways due 2 experiencing their own personal and unique life's journeys. First as this title depicts, will come the complete story of the world famous lady who worked 4 the Supreme Court Justices in some capacity, or if I am mistaken, just worked under one particular one the very Honorable, tee-hee-hee, Clarence Thomas. Just how my old latengrate pal came 2 know her so well along with literally a dozen or more just as and even more famous peeps than her, is truly a mystery not only 2 the Mountainpen but was also quite the mystery of the CAMDEN COUNTY PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE ADA-INVESTIGATOR UP IN JERSEY, BACK IN THE EARLY 1990's, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, and 2 use his exact quote, “Mark it is very spurious 2 me”. Still, it was all completely verified that indeed, Mister David Roth did in fact know as well as seemingly have personal letter correspondence with many world famous people, these included peeps in high government circles as well as many major label recording artists. One day during the final year of Mister Roth's physical life on this Earth-Planet, he was visiting me at Jenny Plageman's 'MMM-Park' in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG, just a mile or two east of the world famous 'BERRYVILLE', or Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, as these blogs have discussed on numerous occasions 4 nearly 2 decades now. When he was over there on that particular day, because I was having a lot of problems with my utilities and the Comcast as well as the phone company which I think was Verizon and I think I had recently switched over from AT&T 2 that carrier and became aware that it did not matter who it was, these endless woe-whiz-me hassles with utility and electronic assaults were a never ending part of this 3,000 year old family HUNTINGTON CURSE that I was suffering with and will from womb 2 tomb. Several new hacks R very annoying by the way since this is all about just this topic, HACKS, SCREW UPS, AND ALONG THIS LINE. First when I use the shorthand word 'B' such as I will B in trouble as opposed 2 saying 'be', and the word preceding this ends in a letter 'D', this SOUND-HACK as I've named it, cleverly, since 'decibels and sound', and 'Db', is all part of this same whole, and thus it keeps coming out on my documents as, 4 example here; “He said he woul dB quite angry”, as opposed 2 coming out as “He said he would B quite angry” and the other new hack is three same letters in words as opposed 2 only the 2 properly spelled letters, such as this is an 'endlesss' deal, or he really kicked 'buttt', or he was 'greeeted' with a bang. Hacks never go away and merely become endlessly added forever it appears, as this project moves ever onward over these 20 years, an dyes, on 2 different computers, as well as any computers at any public terminals that I was forced 2 use at various times due 2 wild life hellish personal problems and circumstances. Would U believe that the word above in red font, did this 2 until I corrected it, and I'll CAP it in so U can C it 4 yourselves here peeps: the other new hack is three same letters in words as oppposed 2 only the 2 properly spelled letters, but let's move this along now so we won't B all damn night here, YO. Anyone following these blogs since they began or who have made a real effort 2 at least archive many older and beginning works where this project asll began while living at Jenny's MMM-Park, can C-4 themselves that some IMP-HACKING is indeed real and happening,but it is not just happening 2 the MOUNTAINPEN, as was suggested twice, once with Sir Ed Lynch the dude who helped me do these blogs when this all began, and then shortly thereafter while attending that one week class in North Atlantic City, 4 my Security Officer Registration Act 'SORA' LICENSE, back in late 2007, with that 'RATIO-RATION' deal, that we have gone over now on countless occasions in Morianity, with test question number 18, yes, that magical number of 18, as in 1980 and 1802 and the 18th letter of the English alphabet which is the letter 'R'. So moving back on point with the visit at my trailer one day with my pal, Dave. I had been experiencing quote a lot of recent harassment only not on a computer or a word processing program inside of a computer, not yet, but that was all 2 come. Dave told me on the phone that I will crap in my drawers when he brings me a letter from a gal-pal of his, and when he got over 2 my place and after a few short opening amenities had been attended 2; he pulled a letter out of a small brief case that he taken out of his car and brought in with him,and took out a letter addressed 2 him at his Philly home address of 5133 Oakland Avenue, and was return addressed from Mizz Anita Hill, and had her personal address on the envelope also. He opened it up and handed it 2 me saying, “Go ahead and read this”! I did. It told all about her being completely unable 2 tell stuff that she had wanted 2 concerning some forbidden topics an done being her horrendous times with Judge Clarence Thomas and her sexual harassment case from years ago now, and she finally gave up trying 2 do it as her system kept screwing up no matter what she did or how hard she tried 2 remedy it, and she was talking about a system that is similar 2 my OPEN OFFICE program. Many of U do not use that, and use WORD programs of various kinds; notepad, and other numerous available programs throughout the years of early computers. I wasn't one bit able THEN 2 understand or truly C how this letter said anything that connected into me' life, but then, years later and after he had been murdered by J. Schau or secretly slow-poisoned in a diner over time and not that I can prove so far but I know it happened; but once I began blogging in January of 2006 and after several months of seeing how INDEED THESE WILD HACKS DO PREVENT OR AT LEAST HINDER A PERSONS ABILITY 2 USE WORD SYSTEMS AND SAY IMPORTANT THINGS; indeed is a real problem and one that needs looking into by federal authorities. After all peeps, a number of years after all of this, the feds were laughing at these kind of things, an d look at what shortly managed 2 all go down with Russia, the 2016 election interference, the whole 27 foot mess and ops from hell itself. They laughed, and they laughed, and they laughed yet some more, and then, THEY STOPPED LAUGHING at this kind of stuff, sure they did, but 2 quote me' super ultra talented daughter on her website from 2008, “IT WILL B-2 LATE” then!!!!!!!! Scylla (Pink Sky) the endless tease, WOW-2 that, huh weerlld? Trouble here, and I don't wish 2 steer and veer 2 far off the pernt here, Sir Archie from Queens, butTERCHEESE, big ass BUTT, and but folks; yes sir/yes mah'm, look what was allowed 2 happen with that entire political mess, huh U awesome and thrown under the bus as all good peeps always R, Giant Williamstown Police Officer (syndrome), GWPOS, from June of 1994 and the great illustrious days of the HIGHVIEW!!!!!!! Folks, I don't know what ever became of Mizz Anita hill, but if she ever was put under oath and questioned about the words in this blog, she will have 2 confirm every single word that I am now blogging here, oh awesome weerlld, YO YO YO, and definitely naught 1988 bounced around or wild and scared from town 2 town.
Now back in the days while lived at the nightmare rotten horrible PEEHA-BUILDING (Public Housing Authority) in center area Fort Pierce and only a block or 2 from the federal courthouse that was under construction shortly after my moving in there as if all part of some giant non Dark Shadows Count Petoffi 'COSMIC PLAN 4 QUENTIN COLLINS', from a million years ago B-4 civilization ever even was seeded or dreamed up by the astral coins and coils, or (the gods); and this courthouse where now this very demonic 2023 year when President-#45 Donald John Trump is supposed 2 appear and answer numerous counts of federal charges early next year in 2024; but while living in this building 4 a period of 9 years, along came the year of 2020, and on New Years Day; in comes the most horrible nabe I ever had in my life ten times over, right next door 2 me in unit #605, as I lived in unit #607 right next door 2 that unit on the same side of the hallway, hence his giant evil sub-woofer was placed INTENTIONALLY, and a police officer told me that it was, right ON MY WALL, and he played this thing day and night, 24-7, beginning with just a little bit and endlessly increasing the pressure on me, just as Count Petofi on 'DARK SHADOWS', the great television show so discusses, as a military tactic against ones enemies, “keep increasing the pressure until the enemy must surrender 2 your will”, and that is a precise quote. Get the DVD copies of that great show, and C all of this 4 your friggin' selves; oh U great awesome peeps out there in Cyberville. Y would I make any of this shore-sit up???????? So after this 'Petoffi-pressure' got 2 much 4 any human 2 bear, I would have 2 go out 2 parks and sit in my car, or walk around those open areas, just 2 pass the time, actually; an entire year almost, as once it got 2-B around April or May, and until I was able 2 finally get the futhermucking Dogtown out of there PTL, and into this much nicer place, the Quiet Waters Co-Op Park, back in February of 2021; this was a good ten months of my life lost and gone, only was it? I was able 2 develop my once laughed and scoffed at by me, PARALLEL EVENT NUMBERS PERTAINING 2 UNIQUE TYPES OF HARASSMENT'S done 2 me by the enemy WSMT monsters, during this time. It was not a total loss, but this is not my point, so let me move this onward, YO wonderful folks. Shortly after this got truly so bad that I was hardly doing anything in my apartment, other than 4 early morning bathroom necessities, occasional cooking and eating that eventually changed into eating out only 4 the most part, and sleeping; say somewhere in middle or late June in 2020, I was sitting on a park bench at one of the parks that I was going 2 during this period of beyond quintessential residential nightmare hellishness, or 4 short abbreviated lettering here, my period of BQRNH, and on this particular late afternoon or very early evening somewhere as late spring was turning into early summer time, a man sits down next 2 me and begins 2 shoot the breeze. He was a park bum, a homeless guy, but he was a cool dude and I really enjoyed his company, and since I was half out of me' mind in those times living there at flucking PEE-HA, I wore very old and many times unwashed clothes, also making me appear as a homeless bum I suppose, 2 many folks. I got completely away from this after leaving there, and coming here, but that was then, so allow and permit me 2 keep going with this powerful story; that is after I compensate 4 that evil monster witch-bitch slit head Jane Fonda and her rotten ONES-ASSAULT ON ME. Shame on frucking me 4 not making extra pages and then later deleting them, so as 2 avoid this happening where I can easily get screwed by seeing this monster sleaze bag digitally represented at the bottom of me' cum-puke-her monitor-screen.
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Let me get back 2 this powerful story, and each one of U readers will all eventually get your own unique tie in with this story, and then the one with lovely Mizz Anita Hill!!!!!!!!
So here is this guy who was someone that I hoped would sort of take me under his wing, as I am not a street guy yet I knew that I had 2-B out there 4 most of the time, day and night until I could find a new place 2 live, and during that mother flucking COVID-19 PERIOD of national shut down 4 the most part, things couldn't have been timed worse 4 me if they were trying 2!!!!!!!!! So day after day I was in this agony, and nobody could have lived in that apartment, even music lovers, as it is not music when a loud booming sub on your wall is shaking the place into an earthquake and music was barely audible, as this prick knew what he was doing, and he had been sent by my SPACEFORCE ENEMIES, 2 DO THIS 2 ME, (WSMT). Let us get back 2 this bum in the local town park, and do not picture a little park, nor something like Central Park in NYC-USA, as this can B sort of thought of folks, as an in-between sized park, and typical 4 the state of Florida. We had a wonderful evening an dI thought that I had made a friend, and 4 all he knew, I was just another 'newbie 2 the local area street', and I needed a pal since my life had suddenly been swung flucking upside down and non-Mizz-Ross inside out and not turning me boy, or saying this 2-U boy either, YO weerlld, YO!!!!!!! But despite his introducing me 2 a whole froup of similar peeps and having a really great time, the times after this when I ran into him or any of them was as if I had gone through another magical doorway into the transdimensional hyperspace of endless gloom-doom such as lights not going on forever and ever and staying asleep in some endless HELL-CYCLE, as they all just turned on me literally overnight and wanted nothing whatsoever 2 do with me. But it gets much weirder than this and would take forever 2 really explore it and this is Y this was never really tackled in any detail B-4 but today, I will scratch the surface of this gigantic Titanic Ship sinking berg. This is Y-I went 2 other parks and not just any one of them from then on and it also broke up the boredom. Still, on that one night where he was so nice and acted as if we had become good 'street-pals', he told me about a place where they all go at night when not in a different area, or a shelter, and told me that if I follow the sidewlk path along the Indian River towards the Hutchinson Island South-Bridge, it would klead into a place that I had seemingly never been as I had walked down 2 what I had fuilly believed 2-B the end of the pathway, but it was not the end. It went underneath of a bridge an dthen continued in a 'T' with one direction heading out real far into the water way where many peeps would go out day and night 2 do their fishing, and in the other direction, it led 2 a sort of rest-area where benches ad vending machines were at, in sort of a large area where many parked cars also were there. But after I was treated badly ad decided not 2 even go there 4 a month or more, when I did finally returnm I walked down there, and this place, like magic, was simply not there, only it was, and yes all the time it really was there, and maybe because I was so beside myself with anguish and grief with my hellish nightmare life, and on the verge of daily suicide, that it caused some wild unexplainable hallucinations or illusions, but whatever was truly happening 2 me, the place was not there, not for me, not then, it simply wasn't flucking there, only of course, it had 2-B there all along, but somehow through sheer flucking magic, I was somehow totally blinded 2 it all!!!!!!!! Then three months later, maybe 4 months; I walked down there one more time, determined 2 understand where these peeps all seemingly magically were vanishing an disappearing into each day, and this time, pow, it did lead me around 2 the right and eventually directly underneath the great South H-I Bridge, and then on the other side beyond that, there it was, the magical 'T' walkway that went out into the water when turning right and going east, and then going left or west at this 'T', it indeed lead all the way down into that area that was like a rest-area, as was described 2 me by this homeless-park-bum on that one wonderful evening that was never 2-B repeated, and caused me a wild amount of anxiety and depression, on top of all of me' other countless woe-whiz-me nightmares of life, that is of course all entirely a part of this horrific and monstrous 3,000 YEAR OLD HUNTINGTON CURSE FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't underplay these events peeps, U would have had 2-B flucking there, and have been living inside of me nightmare problem with this nabe from HELL that not one person in authority was GODDAMN WILLING 2 HELP ME RESOLVE, NOT THE FLUCKING COPS, NOT THE PUBLIC HOUSING AUTHORITIES, NOT EVEN A LAWYER WHO BILKED ME OUT OF MONEY AND DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WHATSOEVER 2 HELP ME, and I will tell U peeps, what Lenny Briscoe on the great 'L&O' television show says about these flucking worthless and rotten shysters is 100 percent absolutely totally goddamn ass TRUE-TRUE-TRUE, Mister Star Trek Trilane, SIR!!!!!!!!! Now 2 end this little tale, and again reminding all of me' readers that this is but a mere tiny picked and chosen few surface scratched events all inside of this 10 month period of beyond hell 4 me on top of an entire 6 and a half decade hell that I already was suffering inside of; one night when it was about 2 really storm good somewhere late in 2020 while out 4 most of the day and night and driving around from park 2 park and then store 2 store such as the Family Dollar place where 4 a few bucks, I was able 2 buy bread and cold cuts and eat quite well in me' car, and buy some sodas and bottled water. instead of my regular routine of buying food in stores, I was able 2 buy my food this way during this period of hellishness, and use me' food EBT Medicaid card, since Family Dollar and many stores now all take these cards, and now, most stores even take medical benefit cards. So my entire routine of 9 years in Florida had been completely totally altered and changed due 2 this monster from hell in unit #605 on me' 6th floor west wing of that nightmare PHA joint. So one night when a storm was just starting 2 break loose, I was outside of the Ohio Avenue Walgreens store after purchasing a candy bar and a soda there, and as I get into me' car an dhte winds and rain blow up out of a movie scene, there suddenly is a knock at me car window, and low and behold YO, it is one of the ladies from the park, who along with her friends, had all snubbed me 4 the past 3 or 4 months, and 4 absolutely no good reason, and now suddenly; my car and I look real damn good 2 them. Well, as I should have said 2 child molester Mizz Vicki Callio back in the summer time in 1970, & with or without any Marhouses, Doghouses, or anything else whatsoever YO, “BITE ME BITCH”! Well, I was very polite and just said 2 them, “I am not picking up any passengers and maybe U should go into the Walgreen's Store and ride out the storm there”, and then I drove off and away, laughing 2 myself. I am tired of always being so goddamn flucking forgiving, U know, the endless GOOD GUY who then always gets accused in no time at all , of being the bad guy and doing everything wrong, just as up in Jersey with those NIGHTMARE WASHCLOTH KING FAMILY PEEPS from right outside and beyond DOGTOWN';'S GATES themselves, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
We R going 2 get into many things soon, but this blog was absolutely necessary because I want 2-C if anyone reading this can tie together a magical powerful reality here. If not, well, we R most definitely about 2 lose a nation that has prospered on these northwestern shores of this globe 4 one quarter, and it can B all taken away from us in a whisper heartbeat, and peeps R-2 goddamn flucking stupid 2 open up their eyes and C SHKIT, naught one wee tad little bit of goddamn frucking shkit! There is a whole damn lot of slit happening all around us, and by our definition and MEANING of the word here, is totally completely absolutely MAGICAL, as it has incredible and major origins on the ASTRAL-PLANE of existence, our true origin. This is the left spinning subatomic energies that reign and rule over all and anything that connotes or in any way whatsoever is part of badness, evil, unrest, and absolute utter total destruction. It means absolutely no good whatsoever 2 any human being, and if peeps such as in the old days AGENT FALCON-AGENT CONDOR CLUB, EVER REALLY REALIZED JUST WHAT IS TRULY GOING ON HERE, and grew up and stopped all of this UFO-alien-saucer nonsense, and realized that these astral plane gods or one third of them just as the bible discusses and has told us mortals all about it 4 over 18 centuries now, and the problem is that it never has been re-translated into the technologically known current day modern truths that eliminate the myths and separate the fictional fantasy from these deadly and dangerous realities of this DARK SATANIC KINGDOM OF DOGTOWN, or left spinning subatomic energy!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simple as that, lads and lassies, so Y keep trying 2 make it all so flucking ass complex and difficult 2 grasp? It truly is naught, oh U wonderful marvelous peeps, YO! Yes, another 3-LETTERS-hack) here folks, let me CAP it in 2 show U, as I repaired it 2 normal. GOING ON HERE, and grew up and stoppped all of this UFO-alien-saucer nonsense; and yes, two other times this has happened, and is obviously the IMPS NEWEST HACK ON ME, as it never ever quits; huh there, oh lovely Mizz Hill???????????
AS I AM ABOUT AS CLUELESS AS IT GETS.
I have three wild unique DON cuzz's, YO!!!!!
SO JUST WHAT IS 'LIFE-EDITING', DON?
The reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying shit from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other fucking bullshit, such as being awakened with another power outage this goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, somewhere around eight of the clock! Shortly later on they moved out, but in came Mister Spanish-dude-#605!!!
Holy Holly Molly Moley Hollister, when I begin blogging after a quarter decade shut down shortly, it will B September of 2022, and then all this will B history. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTT WOMO-Muscles MO-Monique, like WOW!!!!!!!
The middle cuzz in all honesty spent his life in Hawaii and I know little of him.
I know a lot about the other two, and we can get more into this later on peeps.
'HO-HO-HO', STEVE & 'SANTA'-PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-----BIT YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
END TRANSdimensional, AND END TRANSMISSION also, folks.
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The few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE permits them to fully air it. This Fascitar Astral Projection information was to get me primed for 'CONTACT', and then the 'IMMC' made sure to start a company and create the contact-machine, my 'Privecode'. Then in-between those two events was my 1980 Love Is For Carpenters interaction”. It not only fits, but it is symbolic as in the lightning code of 1-2-3. So, to quote Superman, as he said to Inspector Henderson, regarding the mobster crook, Louigee; (1) Patty made sure I would get the info from that school, and order the Fascitar info. (2) I was primed for contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula King 1980 LOIS FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983 came, I left 1802 Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged in Privecode, and to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of L&O, “I was cleared for takeoff”!!!!! Now shall we examine some more horrendous fucking bullshit in greater detail with additional alacrity and succinctness; me kind and wonderful Blogaudians? Just as the day that I opened up me wee whittle blog, kind lads and lassies out here, in early January of 2006, and Blogger dot com asked me the great question, to wit I retorted with me somewhat world famous whittle answer, as copied below. I will now respond to a few ideas recently posed to me by me' new group of interested cove-club members; that I believe just may have been secretly organized by me' old pal from half a duzz years back, 'AD-6'!!!! Don't die on me, or get all snowed in there, Ed. I hear the Soviet Union gets its share of fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester Frank! You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? Well to start with, I could make a VERY ANGRY MOTHER. Tee-hee-hee, lovely Mizz Lilly Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying shit from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other fucking bullshit, such as being awakened with another power outage this goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, somewhere around eight of the clock! Upstairs nabes replaced by next door S**K dude; Clarence Harris, sir!!!!!
He knew back in late 1997 all about Satan's Replacement Technique (SRT)!!!!!!!
Yes great world, as time keeps passing, we all put more and more jigsaw puzzle pieces endlessly together, such as the NABES of 601 Avenue B's hellish PEEHA-Building, and the mighty 'Mister C. Harris of 1997 recognized', SRT!!!!!!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
I'M JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!
FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.
YES MISTER ROBERTSON, NOW WE BOTH KNOW JUST Y THIS WORLD TURNED THAT CORNERSTONE IN 1967, RIGHT?
So in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were those other two shows, “The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1 Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric Avenue or getting higher”, BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. The first two songs that I wrote not counting preteen childish tunes and stupid lyrics, were both in the year 1969, and they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year, the first one in early June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle of July, called “Burn With Fire”. They both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are teenager shit, and at first glance may appear mundane, insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales that measure any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. The FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB' is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part of ourselves. This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970, that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School. But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think. After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order part that Patricia Hollister seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days, as well as the physical structures, are all merely a mortal world counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means. OOB by the way stands for OUT OF BODY, and I nor Morianity made up this term or abbreviated system. This has been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB, for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body. Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who, unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life and beyond it so backward and in reverse, that they insist on calling OOB stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this. Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'. We don't. It is a realization, just is what happened to me in Atco in 1983 when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me despite my being trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will, allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there. Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming as they are in HEAVEN, equal to them, this is all in there. Equal in awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel
IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
With no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!
LET US MOVE ON AND CONTINUE TO LAY DOWN OUR FOUNDATION NOW!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Speaking of the great and non-OZ powerful awesome and quite illustrious, when naut in bed with, or making deals, with gargantuan musical artists, such as the BEEGEE Music Group in 1980; United States Copyright Office, of the real and true swamplands of Washburn's WASHINGTON non Mike Soft District of Columbia, 13-600; and or any connected secret museums out there somewhere, huh Roy ol' pal; as soon as I had moved into this 'FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD' as I telepathically heard those exact words and then spoke them very prophetically several times, to the illustrious educator/mathematician named Sir David Leigh Smith of the COOLEY-HALL; it all went into motion in some cosmic chess game the size of a fucking galaxy. In no time at all, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL was all a part in this mix of hellish fragmented jumbled up puzzle pieces spat directly out of the mouth of the devil itself. Within a couple of weeks or so, I was GIVEN THIS WILD DREAM where Paula King or some unknown Atlantic City GODDESS who I have come to call the (Pink Goddess Scylla Jehovah of Sahasra Dal Kanwal); totaling blowing the minds of the Eck masters as well as the late Sir Marcucci on or under all roads or train tunnels of the great Mother England and its great 'other' QUEEN may I add; I mean really, we have to keep James Bond happy or he and the American Milituforce will really let me fucking have it; but still, along came that wild vivid dreaming interaction and that UNFATHOMABLE 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG (LOIS FOCA) as I've shortened it into on these BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen). And here comes the expected MOUSE-JUMPING HACK (H1), right on schedule, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes the mother fucking also quite reliable and dependable other famous hack, the (`~HACK) (H2), SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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