=============================================================================== Thursday, January 19, 2006 =============================================================================== Prologue – Morianity Bible For Millenium 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 interworld inter- action, I will start with plain simple english. First there is a very sick giant army of pure wicked slimebags, wrecking every 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 horiffic nightmare. I have offered 3 people the knowledge of creating their idea of immortality, and I can make goog 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 percieve 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 scrit of prior writtings, 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 existance, 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 inability to comprehend. People, animals, weather, 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 GREENBROWN 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 occurance. 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 wierd spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally yo 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 comingling 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 buible, 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 gutts 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 F A I L S. These are the persons responsible for the complete destrucion 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, MAYER 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 carring 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 =============================================================================== Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call ‘Him’, more than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam’s APPLE being stuck in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used by all the gods as sort of a ‘punnishment collar’, just as suggested by the great and late Mr. Gene Roddenbery of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess Diana Arteemus, daughter of Zues Ressikahn Zudlow, and cousin of the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2 lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on dream or astral realms, and even beyond into infathomability by homosapiens of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these power- ful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them, on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been natually occuring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is made from jet trails that some consperacy theoriests call KEMTRAILS. These deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980’s, when they were ligitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircrafts flying from city to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone. Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an entire grey and ugly mess, hense, changing the entire weather pattern over an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds chicken and turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous Hello world, it is me again, taking u now into the second chapter of MB. I lived here long ago as King David, and loved Jehovah as some call ‘Him’, more than life itself. I am not sure whether I will be forgiven for saying all that I will say today, but my spirit as mortals term the word, is unable to resist the temptation. First, what u all believe to be independent people with independent thought, is the biggest joke since Adam’s APPLE being stuck in all of the throats of the human race. The thyroid gland can indeed be used by all the gods as sort of a ‘punnishment collar’, just as suggested by the great and late Mr. Gene Roddenbery of Star Trek. I should know, as goddess Diana Arteemus, daughter of Zues Ressikahn Zudlow, and cousin of the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, has been using one on poor ol lil me since 10:30 PM on the night of June 4th of 1983. If I do not do what my 2 lightning goddesses tell me to do, I am not only punished in human ways on this human realm or plane, but far worse and stranger nightmares occur on dream or astral realms, and even beyond into infathomability by homosapiens of this darling little planet. You could never know the wrath of these powerful beings until you are able to remember in consciousness, just how mighty they are, and what they can do to you. I could tell things to this world that no one would ever choose to accept nor believe. To list a very few of them, on risk of punitation that goes far beyond your concept of death and destruction, first and foremost, weather on this Earth has not been natually occuring on any real level since the end of 1987. All formation of clouds is made from jet trails that some consperacy theoriests call KEMTRAILS. These deadly vapor trails are not what they were before the mid 1980’s, when they were ligitimate propane fumes resulting from jet aircrafts flying from city to city. They quickly evaporated, dispersed into invisibility, and were gone. Now, and for 2 decades now, they turn into big wide creepy looking smokey vapors, and eventually, if you have patience to watch this horror, you will observe that a clear blue sky will go from beautiful to nothing more than an entire grey and ugly mess, hense, changing the entire weather pattern over an entire area, area after area, until eventually, these clouds chicken and turn darker. From this rain will fall, and storms and patterns of numerous weather conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkors. Anyone u enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them such as friends, spouces, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They invented the science of psyciatry and psycology, to enable them to list you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan. Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe? When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same ‘ENEMY CHANNEL’. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individuall persons that come after u and make u miserable whan you are a threat to them through what I’ve termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on ‘my action news’. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN’S DEVICES… Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part of anthing ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high frequency of P and S cloud interorbital atomic signature. The device is thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend, everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of these stationary gagets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in Atlantic City,NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a uilding called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Boliver Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propogate themselves in similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying 4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was sending him a message thatr he better do a good job and clean up her great city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacumn of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt ‘THAT BOY’, as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. weather conditions develop around the entire globe. Should these jets stop doing this, no new weather would exit anywhere on this world, and I refuse to believe that top weather channel meteorologists can be unaware and totally oblivious to this. Not that it would matter, because the minute to try do expose this crap, your life will rapidly go to hell. Everyone you tell that takes any interest and tries to assist in getting to the bottom of it, suddenly watches their life go down the girgler at light speed squared, or warp ten for the trekkors. Anyone U enlist to help to expose any of the secrets of the gods and their goofy plans for this game arena we call Earth and life, will watch all those around them such as friends, spouces, family members, neighbors, co-workers, and on and on, GO STRAIGHT TO A FIREY H E L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They invented the science of psyciatry and psycology, to enable them to list you as all sorts of iteses and enicks, etc. This works just like the war room in the pentagon. Before they do any big thing, they already have two or three cover stories ready to go out should the diareah run smack into the giant fan. Who really owns the pentagon, and all evil and wickedness around the globe? When I lived here as David 3K years ago, I put up with this same ‘ENEMY
CHANNEL’. Watch my language choices carefully, my fellow brethren and sistren, I said channel, it is not, it was not, nor will it ever be, individuall persons that come after U and make U miserable whan you are a threat to them through what I’ve termed EXPOSURE METHODOLOGY. Now for the GREAT MACHINE and the really big story on ‘my action news’. Their is a powerful and magical scripture in the Christian King James version of the HOLY BIBLE, that seriously, and not taken as story or parable; that refers to the so-called devil by his fallen name, and goes a bit like this, WATCH OUT AND BE DILIGENT SO AS TO AVOID SATAN’S DEVICES….Preachers great and small, with seminary degree, believe A HUGE LIE. They do not take the word DEVICES to actually be a super HI-TEK Machine, capable of negatively effecting energy that exists in the quantum foam of fifth-dimensional space, in such a spurious and outlandish way. You see, it effects anything. and I said ANYTHING, that runs or is any way part of anthing ELECTICAL, MECHANICAL, OR BIOLOGICAL, and the reason it can do this is because all 3 of these things are only real on a 3 dimensional plane of life as a type of mass times light speed squared on a very unusually high frequency of P and S cloud interorbital atomic signature. The device is thus able to interfere with the exact signature of subatomic orbiting particles that cause 4th and 5th dimensional changes or interdimensionalization as some sci-fi buffs may have seen it used in their favorite shows. This weekend, everything was hit around me, from my physical body, my electronic home devices, my automobile, people around me by way of influencing their mental channel, and on and on. These machines can turn a child int an old dying lump of clay, as well as the other way around. I have witnessed what it can do. The only reason I live and breathe and can still speak and type, is because I too have had my day of reckoning with this magical device. There is one of these stationary gagets on State Street in Camden, NJ, another one is in Atlantic City, NJ on Tennessee Avenue above a casino bus parking lot, and the third one is in Haddonfield, NJ close to the Pennypacker Park in a building called Coolie Hall. The other buildings are Recorded Publications Laboratory, and the ACNJ one is in mid air, as a fire took out the Boliver Hotel where it was originally brought into our human world straight from very high astral planes, by the great Sarah-Stacey Herself, THE ALL MIGHTY God of our pathetically deluded world. These machines can propogate themselves in similar fashion to humans who can make babies. Any electrical or mechanical device that gets close to one of the 3 master devices becomes EMPOWERED, in a much lessor strength than the original, and the process can endlessly go on, with power being similar to that of nuclear half-life weak force decaying 4th dimensional cycling. Let me close up chapter 2 of MB by reminding my readers that the day Mayor Levy took office in ACNJ, notice how the ocean was sending him a message thatr he better do a good job and clean up her great city in the human world. The GREAT SARAH is watching you chief. Goddess Jupiter transmitted her lightning through the vacumn of space, and into the dark dead quiet seas of this world. The Atlantic Ocean does not like people who hurt ‘THAT BOY’, as she has called me for quintillions of endless eons. =============================================================================== Wednesday, February 08, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 02 Putting A Nightmare Together =============================================================================== I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy slimebags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked, they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological.One minute I am fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally being in HELL. You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle repaired, was literally as difficult as becomming a brain surgeon. All of a sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone ‘just happening to pick the day I needed help desperately’, dropped a dime on him and told schoolboard authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic did not give a hoot in hot hurljuice about me, wouldn’t answer my phone calls, nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could possibly immagine occured so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library, a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and annoy and or frighten me. It won’t work dirtballs. What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL TECHNOLOGY and what the ‘enemy’ is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades, I’ve gone through total batbiting HELL with this total crap. They have created a game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it, connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. AS tptally off the wall and ludicrus as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death, to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going forever. They seem to have this all confused with a coppertop battery, and as I speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL. The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever, like religous stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation, or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with htat, they’ll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED…….I should have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god’s hottest hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms, where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly selected the eats, afterall, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible killtime so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain’t sex. It must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This is why they gave the romans the gladiators and the fights to the death, and football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens changed one bit with all ur bits and bytes and matrixex and any such foolishnesses of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to ‘asshoe of the day club- president and chief executive officer. Just look around after any bloody gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires, with their veracious desire to stand around and watch but not lift a lousy finger to do anything helpful, a real ‘LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF’. In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sickass bastards are out there, to all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share, create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible harassement, join other consperacy theory groups that I am quite certain must already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other cybersufferers. Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my bible called ‘OLD TESTAMENT 1995’. No matter what u do to me, I’ll survive and get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children will meet up with their day of wreckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and his mother, by a freemason named jonathin schau. Everything in the book by dan brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from david straight to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW< grandson of ZUDLOW CHRONUS’s curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual event that occured, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsesnce in Ammityille, Long Island, New York. I’ll tell much more in chapter 4 my bretheren and sisteren, so stay tuned. In the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us, through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt to further elucidate upon at this time. =============================================================================== Wednesday, March 01, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 03 Ending Of The Old Testment =============================================================================== I am under constant continuous covert harassement by forces and entities that the christian scriptures refer to as ‘the council’. Calling someone a fool, according to Messiah Jesus, puts us in danger of this council. Their more new age and more complete name is the ‘MILLIONTH COUNCIL’, and they do more than sit on judgement thrones. They have an incredible ability and that is totally misunderstood by science, philosophy, ufology, and all other fact/fiction groups and mindsets. They can throw interactions at us, as though we are sitting a movie theatre of life, while they transmit to our mind and senses, exactly what they wish to do, in order for them to run all the worlds of 3rd, 4th, and 5th dimensional existances to their personal choosing, and their is no stopping or beating them. They can make you totally fail at everything, no matter how maticulously you plan and execute your movements. For 20 years they have persecuted me and made my life a living hell. Each 20 year period back before is not quite as bad, henceforth a dummy can predict my extremely bleak future. For weeks they have been flying loud choppers over me where I go or live or work. They have destroyed all of my electronic equipment, and my automobile. If I told u that all the top secret bluebook answers are nothing like you think they are, u would not believe me, as who the heck am I? Their power source comes from several things that mortal finite mind can grasp to some point, such as quantum stationary gravitronic foam channels, but the real power lies in their power of Etos, abbreviated from ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. The mind is not u, but to make it understandable to u, you as ‘isness of being’ or soulcexistance, simoly exist. Time and space is pure illusion. Reality is non dimensional infinity or us in our true beingness. As some get on to the truth, power structures become endangered. Seperation of church and state are of course important, even vital, but reality is that one cannot exist without its counterpart other, a reality of contrast so to speak. If organized relegion closed its door tomorrow, state would be out in the cold as well. U simply cannot have a meaninful one without another, simple law of contrast. What is up without down, and what is light without dark? The truth of what is really going on for example the ‘ufo situation’, would wipe out the organized worldly religeons, and with that done, state control over the population is out the door as well. Whether saucers or aliens exist inside this 100 billion light year sphere is as meaningless as one particular day in grammer school is to Colin Powell during the heat of battle in Desert Storm. The fear of the controllers EARTHREALMERS [goverment], as well as OTHEREALMERS[the MILLIONTH COUNCIL], both ‘the CONTROLLERS’ married in sepeate beds so to speak, is that as general population gets more and more onto reality and what it really is all about, control over the many by the powerful few, goes poof. THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL is the most dangerous thing in the world, and in all the worlds of possible hyperspace interation, the opposite polarity to zero dimensional existance at infinity. I have much more to tell u all in CHP. 5, but I am pressed for time. Just know that while you live physically, all that is happening is that you are for lack of better words, being thrown a reality or interactive time fraction. U are permitted a menu of free will so to speak, but it is meaningless, as we are all in a sort of a frozen hell, with no beginning and no end, as time just aint real my friend. Should Mr. Bush & his pop get up tomorrow morn and tell the citizenry the so called truth of what the ufo thing is all about, they would simply be telling you what I am, simply put a bit more elegantly and eloquently. But let me try to tell the world the truth, forget it, as I am poor little Mister Nobody. =============================================================================== Thursday, March 30, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 04 Moving In The 5th Dimension =============================================================================== Here we go again my friends of the 6th dimension, those lovely invivsible things that exist similarly to dots on a disc rom waiting for the lazor beam to bring their conscious awareness to void infinity, into endless possible individual interactions in the great hyperspace. Hyperspace, referred to in this bible from now on as ‘HS’, is the fifth dimensional reality of the endless upline and downline reality above it all that will eventually loop down on each end and with sufficient force to loop the falling infinity-ends into a loop, just as is occuring in lower dimensions. Take a straight line and extend it out to the left and right long enough, and it comes under effect of gravitron-reality. The world stole the matrix idea from me, as I talked about it long before anybody, in the 70″s as a matter of fact. In truth, there is no machine, computer, program, intelligernt single or combined entity or force, or what have you. It is a bit bigger, yet much simpler than all that. Reality is so incredibly simple that you will never believe nor understand me, as I do live in and AS pure reality, and while not in the sixth dimension of MIND, which contains all mind, thought, brain, memory biological, mechanical, the cyberspace, and all else u could ever immagine, I live in endless interactions of 5-D reality of what science now refers to as HS. Think back to when u could only crawl, then later, wow, u could walk, then later still, Jesusholymoses, u could run. Before u could do any of these things, u could not do them. Does this say you can fly, transport yourself beyond death, and more, the answer is a resounding YES, but it is natually a conditionally based yes. Before I totally knew that I could move in the 4th dimension, like u I was totally stuck in the 3rd. Later, upon realizing I could move in the 5th, again Idid so, sort of a new “going from crawl to walk to run” situation. Believe me or not, this is always up to u. Once I began living fifth dimensionally, the limitations of 3-D life, totally remove themselves from an entities reality, and it becomes an entity of true and real BEINGNESS, subject only to 6th dimensional upline/downline multiverse system, and 7th dimensional LAWTRONICS above that. This is what the words imply, they tell the tronics, the ARCHITECTS AND BUILDERS OF THE DREAMWORLDS, what do do, the rules such as gravitation, time, space-time brain’s interphase in individual dream sequences or ‘lifetimes’ which all exist as one simultaneous cosmic 5-D reality, and on infinitem. One life seems real to us, and all others seem to come from falling asleep, hallucinegenic medications, overboozing, and physical body damage and total eventual demise. This is a huge cosmic illusion that will endlessly LIE to all unenlightened beings and entities that do not start to see 5-D reality, and then go on to live in it. Back to the baby whom learns to crawl and walk, and later as the child, to run:No one with color TV is willing to return to watching B&W, nor stereo-hi-fi listeners are willing to even entertain the notion of giving this up for the return ear punishing hand held 1961 transistor radio with the one half inch tin speaker in mono. U can all hate me in 2K6, but I look at all of u that insist on living your 3-D lives, as the EPITOME OF DINASOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Death has no claim over a 5th dimensional being. Death is a three dimensional reality that passes through me as the air does as I walk down the block. Time, age, gravity, to me, all nothing but 3-D illusions. But I have an enemy force that also comes from and quite actually IS 5TH DIMENSIONAL. Before going on, let me tell you that they have made that first day of 2K6 spring, and every spring day since, A TOTAL NIGHTMARE INFINITE H E L L FOR ME. Their power lies far beyond your concept of any religion practiced on this ball of puke, and their dangerous and viscious mind control techniques on 3-D biological beings like all of u is beyond uncontionable and horrific, it is more revolting than a trillion monkeys and pigs hurling right down our throats every second of our lives. We all are constantly being cheated out of a tiny bit of ‘heaven’ so to speak, that would at least distract us from the awsomw awful and unfathomable hell condition we are all endlessly in, NO WAY TO REACH OBLIVION. Once you’re ‘here’, you have always been here and will always be here, as all time is one time, and only illusion tells u not to realize this total truth. OBLIVION, the greatest thing that ever could be, is unreachable. To distract out of this nightmare, we on higher astral levels torment our lower probe like selves here on Earth, with constant games, chaLLENGES, CONTESTS, POWER STRUGGLES OVER MATEA AND SEX, LAND, MIGHT, AND THE MONEY ORIENTED EGO SPACE TIME SELF TYOE OF THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HUGEST GAME PLAYED IS WITH ME FOR TWENTY GODDAMN YEARS OR MORE NOW, iT and it is called PARALLEL EVENT, the greatest keopt secret in all the USA black file agencies, that are run and operated by these sick and twisted gods. With me they chose two Philadelphia sports teams and the dow jones stock market system. When Phillies win, flyers lose and market is down. Concentrically, when phillies lose, flyers win and market is up. Check the way 90% of the time these stats go together. Now for the real clicker and stone cruncher: When my life is running good, a very rare occasion, this translates to market down , flyers lose, and phillies win. when my life is running bad, a very constant shituation, no the word was not misspelled, the phillies are dying, and the DOW AND THE FLYERS ARE FREAKING F L Y I N G, YES F L Y I N G, and to keep the market and flers hot and the poor phillies forever crushed, they constantly make my freakin life a total total total infinite burning N I G H T M A R E H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been dealing with these skummy skuzzy turds 4 a very long time, and I could have either let them win and drive me mad, as they have many others before me that u think the poor bastards are just cooks in a rubber room banging their heads and screaming for martin sheen’s hand, but instead I chose to stand and fight in ways that no other mortal or master has ever had to do quite like me, in the history of our entire 5-D multiverse. Now my mission is to tell the world what these viscious skum are doing to me, even though it really is not them, but skummy gods operating their viscios ETTOS POWER through them, and these are the main group involved in bringing me down, not that there are not also many sub-groups: DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ED SNYDER, SARAH CALLIO, FRANK CALLIO, THOMAS J. REALE, PAULA KING, BOBBY CLARK-FLYERS GENERAL MANAGER,MR. MARTINO OF MARTINOS RESTAURANT IN CLARIDGE CASINO OF ATLANTIC CITY, AND ACNJ ‘MAYOR, THE HONORABLE WOMANIZING EX CHIEF OF THE BEACH PATROL, BOB LEVY, CERTAIN PERSONS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN STATE AND ON TOWNSHIP LEVELS, THE ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. In closing today, permit me to tell u that I am uner a death siege by the cia, nro, fbi, nsa, oss which is not existing under same name but is the old presidents secret service, all thes peoplw have no case against me. My father was a loyal US Naval Officer and served in WW2. I have never been part of any group that is in any way pro-violence, nor am I a violent individual, I have no criminal nor police record, nor nor in jouvenile years, and there is no reason for my constant persecution. If this was the fair and free nation it advertises to be in this world, I would have recourse. I do not. I have tried for 2 decades to get help, and all I get is treated very poorly by my civil servants, congressmens assistants, and numeroun local and state authorities. Once they cuffed me and took me to Cherry Hill, NJ crises Center, and had the nerve to send a bill, which I said I would sue the Township if forced to pay as I was taken against my will, for merely going to a police station and reporting to them that 1 of their officers was always following and stalking me, Rocco, a good friend of Callio. Today and 4 at least most of this month, I have had major military siege, low loud jets and choppers and bomber planes flying over my residence and wherever I go. They use mind controlling ETTOS to make all those around me just veheminately believe that I am just a crazy pathetic nutcase. Again, from prior writtings in theMORIANITY BIBLE, ETTOS stands for their most deadly weapon, more than a million hydrogen bombs put together, ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM. May the gods burn in hell, yea ya bitches, there is no oblivion and eternal rest and peace for any of u pricks, NOT FREKIN’ E V E R!!!!! =============================================================================== Tuesday, April 04, 2006 Chapter 5 They Cannot Be Shamed, Can Any Of U? =============================================================================== Good afternoon my friends, and enemies in this lovely 5th dimensional inter- action we all share, either as us the probes of the lower life parts of us, or as the gods of the higher life parts of us. Every year the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team SUCKS, and every year the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team soars through the sky like a showoff eagle. None of it is legit, and you are all wasting your time and money with these teams, as IT IS TOTALLY 100% FIXED. Not fixed like mob crap, this shituation is on a much larger level. They will never get anything but SMASHED TO PIECES< the Phillies that is, in their annual home opener, and I totally know the reason why, although nobody anywhere chooses to believe in anything that I tell them.I have no cosmic gun to your head, and you will all choose to believe what you want. By screwing with me, it causes a PARALELL EVENT, a cosmic connection of two totally un- related events to occur due to events in reality being nothing more than combinations of subatomic number values, so to speak, and though u don’t see how the connections can be real, they are. U must keep in mind that the gods love to use the DISTRACTION of GAMES, and other things like power struggles, challenges, reality TV shows in our century, and on and on, dating back to the gladiators, and its present close counterpart—FOOTBALL< and professional sports in general. THIS ENTIRE THING IS TO D I S T R A C T THEM, AND US IN OUR LOWER BEINGNESS PART OF THEM WHILE WE ‘LIVE’ PHYSICALLY HERE ON THIS EVIL SINCURSED EARTH. DISTRACTION FROM WHAT? What else? THAT THERE IS NO FREAKING O B L I V I O N. With a little humor imparted into this, we all in our true being selves, simply exist in VOID INFINITY< TOTAL NOTHINGNESS, no mind, no dimension, no things, not even time in which to be interactive in the situation, yet, and this I swear be truth, AWARENESS or mind-dimensional- existance, is reality, and it is all reality, and nothing else is reality, because unless u dream out and away from zero dimensional void infinity ALL THAT THERE IS OR EVER CAN BE is absolutely nothing, yet awareness to this, or the dimension of existance or THE 6TH DIMENSION, 1 and the same as zero dimensional void infinity, there is no cold nor heat, you are not sitting, standing or laying down, you are not floating. However there is always awareness to this infinity, sort of a MIND DIMENSION, or the 6th D so to speak, and no option 3 exists. We as the gods are always aware that we SIMPLY EXIST, and henceforth, we have the option of existing at and as infinity, or dreaming out and away from it into endless interactions of hyperspace. Until u can c this truth, you will remain forever trapped in what old earth religion systems call maya or mya, translated “COSMIC ILLUSION”. The gods part of our infiniteness or beingness, never can shut off fully so they must distract. Using PARALELL EVENT against me is their favorite game from early in1986 through this very day. I will be evicted within 30 days for no fault of my own, another CIA stunt, to make sure not only phills home opener was ruined, but bobby fartbarf clark gets his stanley cup win in a few weeks with his dirtbag cheating flers hockey team. No shame, no they all have no shame, while they enjoy wrecking my pathetic life endlessly. But somewhere out there, be it a priest or someone else that has in some way been confessed to, you have a cosmic duty if u know of my torture, to come forward and speak out 2 the authorities. If you do not, you’re own belief systems will kick in, and you will most certainly die someday, and ENDLESSLY R O T – I N – H E L L…….. THAT IS H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Monday, April 10, =============================================================================== Chapter 6 Uforce, Milituforce, And Kemtrail Death =============================================================================== OBVIOUSLY I AM BEING HACKED BY THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL. CANNOT MAKE THE LETTERING CASE GO TO THE SMALL MODE. Well, even I can learn some things about these wonders of nuts and bolts, I repaired the problem. I am under the worst siege of my life, the beautiful blue skies of Atlantic County, New Jersey have been totally turned to grey, by these miserable filthy skumholes, well, to be one, you must come from one, and let me proclaim right now fellows, your moms really swetted up the sheets with me last night, wow-wow-and WO! What tears it for me is that no one else whom is not the target of the harasement, ever notices it no matter if a jet bomber lands in a wawa parking lot, and this is what Master Jesus of Nazareth obviously and blatently refers to as “for those whom have eyes and see not, and ears but heareth not”. The scriptures come totally to life for me, as I am one son of a bitch who has, nor needs, ABSOLUTELY NO SPIRITUAL FAITH. I do not believe in the “spiritual” or otherworldly realities, instead I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WITH TOTAL ASSURANCE, that it is all real and true. Why don’t any of u out there ever realize that these ufo pricks are changing our weather, and turning our beautiful blue skies blue? Are u all so freaking blind? Road rage, attention deficit disorder, school violence, fibromyalgia, many new diseases and blood abnormalities, cancers, and the list goes on and on, are all coming from these wicked filthy P O I S O N O U S K E M T R A I L S w a k e u p p e o p l e !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU EYES AND SEE NOT, AND BRAIN THAT FREKIN’ THINKS NOT? I am going to tell u a huge secret today that they do not want u to know. 500,000 years from today in distant ‘EXISTANCE SPHERES’ that are 500,000 light years away, we in the future, us really but it is too complex to go into, happen to see our TV and hear ouyr radio, and this is of course long after they know or remember what it is all about, as there is no entertainment then. Complex hyperspacial interference on the mental channel results, and we are playing a game with our own selves here in the past with all this wierd saucer/alien/etc. crap. Everything is as real and as unreal as we make it be on the sixth dimension of MIND. =============================================================================== Thursday, April 27, =============================================================================== 2006 Chapter 7 Forbidden Information =============================================================================== And a good good day to you, friends and foes of MORIANITY, yes I am still here and surviving all of your viscious attacks, OTAMMSKUM. Pretending my name is michael mountainpen, which it is not, I assure you, the innitials are like the candy, yummy, no not me. But now the word stands for ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, O T A M M. Obviously, a moron can see why I have called such wicked pure filth by this code name. Starting at 2 P.m. yesterday, Wed., 4/26/6, I was furiously and visciously assalted, without provacation, as with all times of attack, and it is going on well into today, the 27th. I was merely putting gasoline in my vehicle, when out of nowhere, along comes, no not a spider, but a super loud piecea shit harliegh motorsickle, who gunned passes me with intent, and my ear still hurts today. If I had the tag, I would call the prosecutors office, the police, and then onto an injury lawyer, to sue the freaking fat bass-turd for all the slob’s insurance company is forced by jersey-jury-award, to pay me. It was only starting at this point, no where near to being over! 6,7, maybe 8 minutes later, after finishing gassing up, and with 3 gallons of ice cream in a hot car that they know is hot as they broke the air conditioning system in it on 3 seperate occasions, finally forcing me to give up repairing the bitch. Hence and hitherto, they knew they could easily wreck my ice cream and turn it into milktrash, by doing what they do to me on many occasions: STAGE A PHONY CAR AND ROAD INCIDENT. This is exactly what they did, right by WAWA store in Hammonton, NJ, on route 30. Fortunately I thought fast. I saw what was happening, and not the 3- Dimensional road situation, STOP FRIGGIN LIVING SO DAMN THREE DEEINGLY, JESUS. THINGS DON’T JUST HAPPEN, OUR UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE MIND AS THE GODS ARE PLAYING WITH THEMSELVES, LITERALLY, THROUGH ALL OF US. They cannot take the painful hellish mightmarish torment that there is never never never never any end to existance, how can their be for the gods sake, we simply exist, UNCONSCIOUS AWARENESS AT INFINITY IS ALL THAT IS REAL. DREAMWORLDS CAN BE CREATED FOR AMUSEMENT AND ENTERTAINMENT, PERHAPS BETTER SAID AS A KILL-TIME, BUT THE TIME AS WELL AS THE INTERACTIONS ARE ALL NOTHING MORE THAN THEIR, OR OUR, CREATED DREAMS. Being totally unconscious to the things containing dimension, we as the gods in infinity natually must start our dreaming on what mystics and psychics refer to as ASTRAL REALMS OR PLANES. You cannot choose to be a character in physical life, a mountai, or a star, from infinity, so you first dream out and away from this void nothingness which is in truth total absolute reality, and then from astral realities, we all get together and form societies, concepts, ideas, and immaginings of all various sorts. Some of the dreamdowns from there to here in physicallity are made as is so to speak, while other astral entities known by forces of the ‘MILLIONTH COUNCIL’, as ‘phase-4’ beings. These dudes and dudesses get here in physicallity through the immaginings of people like mystery writers, story and flk lore tellers, tv sci-fi creators, fictional book authors, and the list goes on. Every fantasy u will ever have in a human life, is them coming alive through u, and u must become aware of these great secret mysteries as u become more enlightened to the truths of which I tell, lest, major troubles and hassles await ye my brethren and sistren. Think about it in hi-tek terms with this example. It is two thousand eighty five now. It is 7 at night and a warm late autumn breeze is blowing softly through your screen enclosed outer deck at your summer home at the shore. You and 3 buddies, all 25-35 are putting away beer and pretzels, and staring out at the sunset over your lovely California Pacific Ocean panaramic view that u crack a 14K monthly nut to combinely rent from Trumps rich grandson. But who is looking at the warer or the sunset after 4 super beauty queens come by strutting it at full blast, with tripple d cup bikinis, showing just about the whole waxball. But alas, shit, they are not interested at all in the guys, as they are a 3- way lez team. No cold shower, or early evening ocean swim is gonna take the knots outa these dudes shorts. Hey, screw it, we have virtual reality, and not those toys back in the thirties or forties. Wham, in they go to the made up beach, seems totally real. Scanner pixed out the 3 babes, and already digitally recreated them, only they have but one thing on their minds, exactly what u told the computer to tell them to have on their minds. 3 days later, as in our part of the century back here, machines break, the crap’s being serviced, Big jojo maheeken forgets that however when he gets a bit bombed that night. He walks out the real door and rapes the real girls or one anyway, before the other 2 six foot 3 amazons tear both his arms half off, and wrip off mister johnson in the final congame of his poor bastard life. I may overdoo it a bit in my illustrations in order to make a point, hay, so sue me, I ain’t got squat and a half !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FORBIDDEN INFORMATION can be transmittes. It simply cannot be received. I can shout what I know from the highest mountain, the furtherest star or the deepest cavern. I do not get stopped, other than knowing that I am totally wasting my time, as all listeners to forbidden info are getting it encripted, and cannot break code unless the gods will and allow it. Do u really doubt that unconsciousness is what controls all shit here in physical life on planet earth? Did u ever hear of medical conditions called ‘HYSTERICAL-NON SYSTEMIC’? A great old TV show from the start of the 1970’s, called MEDICAL CENTER showed two of these cases that I remember seeing, no pun meant, a girl named Lucy with hysterical blindness, and a boy named Carl with hysterical deafness. Translation: they were totally blind and deaf, yet the ear and eye remained undamaged. The conscious mind could not deal with volger things that these two teenagers saw their parents do, the cases were unrelated from two seperate shows, but in any event, unconsciousness that is in TOTAL CONTROL OF ALL, ON EARTH OR THE SO CALLED HEAVENS, kicked in to protect the sanity of these youngsters. The memory stored in conscious mind of the horrific deeds, were grabbed by unconsciuos mind and locked out of conscious mind, causing the sight or sound of the bad deed to be closed off from contact with normal waking brain. The things that fade behind us int deep seeming nothingness, are indeed in the void infinity. Many mystics trance out to shut off this waking world as you call it, they really are waking up out of their dream. Now as you turn off thios created dreamworld, the real astral worlds begin to surface, and the even more real truth of the void infinity lies, no not above that, for that is all there is, and what really is,TOTAL VOID, NOTHINGNESS. Since existance in 5-D hyperspace, the void, or tween-astral life are what there is, that is it. You can never hope to ever reach that blissful nirvana that the enlightened tell you can be found. Nirvanic oblivion is not an option, NO WAY JOSE’, and sorry to be hell’s worst messinger, but somebody’s gotta tellit true little Tammie, not that it can be received, for what I tell is FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE AND INFORMATION. Finally, life loopers verses life continuers will be harped on lots more in the 7th chapter of MORIANITY BIBLE. I’ll graze peach fuzz off the top of the berg that gave the Titanic to my lovely Sarah-Stacey, just peach fuzz 4 now, no big elabs or elucis. People who have the power over us in all facets of life, be it kings, presidents, mayors, billionaires, successful entertainers and athletes, and on and on, are actually, unconscious LIFE LOOP CORRECTORS, REPEATING AT THE POINT OF DEATH, WHAT THEY JUST DID, RESENDING THE SAME ENERGY BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, IN ORDER TO CONSCIOUSLY ATTEMOT TO CORRECT SOMETHING THAT MADE THEIR LIFE BAD OR KEPT IT FROM BEING GOOD, THEY CAN ALSO BE REFERRED TO AS HYPERSPACE TRAVELERS. You do nt have to wait to die if you get totally on to all that is going on and learn to live within new and extended boundaries and parameters. To my best knowledge, the gods chose only one mortal, M E————————-that’s M E, all other HS travel is going on around us totally in the unconscious collective, or referred to a bit ignorantly in the1960’s as COSMIC MIND. Do not misunderstand, the term is fantastic, but many 69’s kids were throwing phrases like cosmic mind and cosmic consciousness around like Mitch Williams did in the 93 world series, but that only cost us our game, sure I am still pissed to hell, but using knowledge 99% or less of its totao accuracy is like kids in a sandbox playing with nuclear powered devices andatom smashers, no,no,no,no, and please, another unequivical N O. More will be hashed around about the 7 dimensions from systems makers, down to daughter multiverses, thickening life energies, why it causes that deja voo sensation, and much more. Very soon, I will be contacting search engines and paying to create and advertise my website that will be called http://www.morianity bible.com, but it has not yet fallen into your conscious illusion of 4-D space yet, so be a lookin, and I’ll keep a tellin like it is. =============================================================================== Tuesday, May 02, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 8 Under A Death Siege from OTAMMSKUM, =============================================================================== Again it is the 2nd day of may, a time each year when my dirtbag fiends and foes love to turn up the torment and torture of a totally innocent victim, namely ME. It started at a citgo gas station at about 2 in the afternoon last thursday. I am under a major military attack, by these filthballs, CHOPPERS LOUD AND LOW OVER MY HOUSE, FOLLOWING ME, DEATH KEM-TRAILS EVERYWHERE, AND PROPERTY DAMAGE TO MY AUTOMOBILE TO THE TUNE OF ABOUT 300 SMACKIOS. tHEY PUT LOUD STRANGE NOISES THROUGH THE PHONE, RADIO, TV, ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE MY LIFE A F—— LIVING NIGHTMARE HELL, WITH NO BEGINNING NOR ENDING. To get my revenge or said better, my justice, I say thungs on the blog that I know they want hushed up. First, there is a secret society that I have named the TURDBIRD LEVIATHIN BLACK BROTHERHOOD, OR THE T.L.B.B. FOR SHORT. This bunch of lowlife does things that have already been discussed on educational TV as well as things only I know about. There was a man in L.A., Cal., back around the turn of the century who was wealthy and bored to tears. He went driving down streets of the city with the windows to his ‘the,’ 92K Porche egojunkcar, swearing at all the people he would run into at lights and stop signs. He had it all, and was bored to defication, and basicly angry at the world without provocation. One day, a member of the TLBB contacted the person with a message that he knew a way to bring new thrill into his boring rich dirtbag life, JOIN US. We, like you, only ORGANIZED, do basicly what you do, only we pick a target. We choose some poor schmuck for no other reason than the fact that they can, they have T H E F R E A K I N G P O W E R, and cannot ever be stopped. We make the poor bastards life totally miserable, we have our ways of learning all his likes and dislikes, all his friends, enemies, U name it, we know all about it. They are behind a music group in London, England, called the ‘POLICE’, and the song a quarter century back- yesterday to me, with those famous lyrics,”EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE, EVERY MOVE U MAKE, EVERY SMILE U FAKE, WE’LL BE WATCHING U.” This is real funny to these miserable hurlbuckets. Then they find people like this fella in el-a, and group 10 or so of them together to HELLRULE an area. Right now and since about the mid eighties of last century, this is what has been going on against me, and there’s no stopping them. On the C.S.I. TELEVISION SHOW from about 2 years back, one of their more often used antics, at least on me; was used for the plot on the show, and a special commentary was given in addition, that this is real and happening, and that some secret evil group was behind it, I AM REFERRING TO F L A S H M O B S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another powerful tool they use is computer hacking, as well as intimations of a persons friends and family with invisible totment. They start to realize that being in your company causes too much shit to happen to them, so boom, they OSTRASIZE U. When I tried to do this blog today, the library staff had to shut down and reboot the entire computer system, it had been completely H A C K E D. They can stage all types of phony road incidents and accidents, and cause a targeted person to believe they are going nuts, afterall, this is what the society around us will tell us when all we try to do is stick up for our rights and get the never ending harasement stopped. THE GODS ARE INSIDE US, TOTALLY BORED TO TEARS WITH ENDLESS EXISTANCE AND AWARENESS, AND ACT OUT ALL OF THIS THROUGH THEIR HUMAN COUNTERPARTS, THE B L A C K B R O T H E R H O O D to whom previously I referred to. A huge secret cat that they definitely want IN THE BAG, is that all things occuring here on earth in this life of so called physicallity, is totally at the whim and control of the unconsciousness, not the conscious minds of all of us, but as the 60’s kids said it so well, the UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE, OR EVEN BETTER PUT IN NOMANCLACHURE, C O S M I C M I N D !!!!!!! Another huge secrets is the one most powerful being in our multiverse, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, HAS SOME VERY M A G I C A L NUMBERS THAT ONLY SHE OR ‘IT’ UNDERSTANDS, AND 2 of them are 7 and 12. These numbers tell the entire story of everything, and can unlock any mystery and answer any unknown. Of course u must know how to use these #’s. Another huge secret they do not want u to know is the fact that one of the most important sub- atomic particles in the multiverse, the electron, is highly intelligent, and when her random code is broken through 23rd century zero-dimensional technology, [Z.D.T.], THE WORD IMPOSSIBLE REMOVES FROM THE DICTIONARY AUTOMATICALLY. I am not being cute, take a million words and include the word IMPOSSIBLE in those million words, and with a series of electronic gagets that only I know how to assemble together and properly use, the word impossible disappears from the list, leaving 999,999 words in the group, and this random word is the one hit out on the system every time u tie a random programmer into the system, and put the word back in, in any order u may choose, don’t u wish u could pick lotto numbers like this, I know I sure do, and won’t deny it for a nano-minute. New Jersey casinos are all controlled by the C>I>A>, through a very secret dummy company domino pattern, but it all leads to MARY CARTER PAINTS CO. Look at the innitials in Mary Carter, like MARTINO/CALLIO, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, AND I COULD GO ON. wANT TO GET MORE EDUCATED ON SOME REALLT POWERFUL CRAP? hERE ARE 2 WEBSITES THAT U NEED TO CHECK OUT BIG TIME: http://WWW.FIREDOGLAKE.COM , AND http://WWW.gadfly01.blogspot.com , go here and learn more wild things, meanwhile, if I make it through the day, I will tell much much more, but be ready for life- changing experience, nothing is free. I do not want your money, but I do want the rest of the multiverse to share hell with me, why should I have to go it alone? Bye for now, p.s. calm down sarah-stacey, I know your mood by what your waters do off your great city in the humanworld, I am always watching u, even in your human form big S. Your favorite line when u and your girlfriend drive over those RR tracks, “I don’t think I can go for any of that”. Remember I can move into dual awareness state in ten seconds flat, and be invisibly in the back seat of your car. Oh, and chief, saw u again with that luscious blond, shame on u, u love your adorable wife so much, or so u told us all before the election. I AM WATCHING ALL OF U LIKE A HAWK, LOOK UP, AND SEE ALL THE BIG BLACK BIRDS, THEY TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Tuesday, May 09, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 9 Donna’s Deal With KRASSLE =============================================================================== Time limits me today, as it is one of those days when it all is going big time wrong. I have been under a death siege NIGHTMARE HELL since April 27 at 2 PM at the Chisilhurst, NJ Citgo gas station. Attacks appear in the illusion, to come & go. In reality, this is not the case. We all move or SHIFT from one reality into another, with almost every chemical change that takes place in the brain that produces the physical space-time personality of u. Not even needing to go from wakefullness to dream state or back, but with each slight mood shift, or change of mind or new thought pattern, we all slowly move off of what is for lack of better words, moving reality centerlines or MRC’s. Whatever mu mind did at this time, POW, it has only shifted into more negative interactiveness for me ever since. Conscious mind is not controlling our lives, nor is the collective mental channel, acting itself out in the worlds of physicallity, IT IS THE UNCONSCIOUS MIND. This being said, only u can begin to channel your own ideas of realityin a sort of merge of what I am teaching u now, in order to come up with a clearer view and insight into how the void reality of infiniteness oneness is behind all lower astral life, and from there, all of the further dreamdowns of physicallity. I can believe till doomsday that I am not creating the hellishness around me, and consciously I would be absolutely correct, but conscious mind is not in control. In 1983, a device was dreamed into this ‘real-world’ as u insist on seeing the illusion, called PRIVECODE. The company was influenced by phase 2 beings, ASTRAL ENTITIES’ to invent this, with the soul purpose of selling one to mister michael mountainpen, ME. This device led me to remembering someone I knew from roman days 1960 years ago, the great goddess DIANA ARTEEMUS. 3 and a half years before that I was led by astral or phase 2 forces to answer an ad in the local paper, responding to this want ad, get hired, and all within a 3 day period, to begin work at a sound recording studio. My record player, an ancient ceramic device, when attached to a recently purchased powerful stereo amplifier, would not play correctly, a bit fast and also one notch up on the volume was blasting loud. When I went to purchase a new DUAL turntable that was being given away dimes on the dollar where I worked, I said to the guy that all my records were broken in a recent move, wish I had some now that I have this nice table and super amp. He said to go upstairs to an overage file that was about to get thrown out, a dozen years old, mid to late sixties stuff, demos etc. This whole thing was a super set up. Sarah Krassle and Donna Summer the great disco queen had made a deal. She gets blessed with a charmed dreamlife both in romance and career, in exchange for her allegiance to her, of course most people only know this being as Jehovah, and I know her parents gave her that middle name, and am on a first name basis with your god. Time will not permit me to tell u today the whole huge story. When I came to the library this morning, the system was down, now, this evening, there is a long line and I am in place, and am being carefully timed. My mechanic earlier was supposed to fix a window that the enemy broke in my car, but when I got there, he is in court, the third time now, and I am going to switch mechanics soon, I’ve had it. I wanted to go deeper into LIFE LOOP CORRECTORS TODAY, but I am forced to abridge the story. Until this time around, I have repeated my life 182 times without correcting it, next time, I will totally change what I did and did not do in Atlantic City back in the 1960’s. I have powerful enemies in this great city because of complex interdimensional and hyperspacial effects and situations. First off, infinity is Phase one, zero dimensional existance in and as total void nothingness. Phase 2 is astral awayness from infinity, thinking backwards, when u get sleepy and start to lose awareness to what u think of as life, reverse this and see how a boring endless void will cause u to dream out and away from that nothingness awareness from first to second phase. From phase 2, we come into physicallity as phase 3 or 4, depending on whether our desire to create our dreams in a physical counterpart way directly, or being unable to complete the circuit so to speak, we come in through a 2/3 phasing, or put in simple terms, we first dream in ourself as a character of a character, and then move through the one to another, but not all movers can sustain physicallity, if they break rules in 7th dimensional lawtronics. I can get myself born as michael mountainpen or the inventor of huckleburry finn. But first I must get born as Samuel Clements, and then move into Huckleburry Finn. Certain phase 4 beings break lawtronics and must remain invisible realities such as santa claus and the tooth fairie and the easther bunny, but I assure u that they are all totally real phase 2 astral entities. Next time I repeat my life, I will not make the one giant error that totally f—s up my life every time. This thing with Sarah is bigger than any of u can ever hope to know, even she does not understand the big picture involved in all of this in her human form, and as her cousin LIGHTNING OR diana, BOTH EXIST IN HUMAN FORMS, ONE AS ROSS, ONE AS MARTINO. Should they ever come to know what I know about them, while they are in phase 3, the entire world would be altered in hours, beyond anything yet fantasized in the great HOLLYWOOD. I was beaten up in 1975 in ACNJ by lifeguard mascotts, then the mayor who owned KNIFE AND FORK INN at the time invited me a few years earlier to join him in his fishing truck to fish on the beach one morning while he pumped me for information about myself because the all mighty told him to, even though she was only 15 years old in human form at that point in 4-D space. All this happened in Atlantic City, NJ, and later I was car damaged, sexually molested before that, and all sorts of crimes were commited against me in that lovely city. When I told the sargent on duty on NEW YEARS DAY in1994 that the gas cap on my car was damaged when I parked it near the building that used to be the CHILDRENS SEASHORE HIME, they said, “get the fuck out of here, and have a happy fucking new year’. Just to break their balls, for 5 straight years, I called up ACPD on new years day and wished them all a very happy new year, only I did not use any profanity. I must sign off now, time is up said the libraruian, will tell much more. Choppers and kemtrails and major military siege is all around me, so if I live through this, I will tell u a lot more things. =============================================================================== May 10, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 10 Morianity Bible For M-3 Continues =============================================================================== If some of my blogs appear out of order, first I am out of order, but kidding all aside; there is no way I can figure out these crazy machines, nor your 21st century Internet, so please bear with me as I am doing my best. Well, I went to my EX–mechanic again today and enough was enough as striesand and summer put it so well a quarter century back. NOW I HAVE SECURED MYSELF A NEW MECHANIC, AND FOUND A WONDERFUL NEW PLACE WITH GOOD COMPETENT PEOPLE, GOOD BY AND GOOD RIDDANCE to the great HAMMONTON PRO ONE AUTO SHOP. Never will I darken your doorstep again, YUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HA-HA. Gradualism is a tool that my skum of the earth enemies use not only on me but on anyone they need to get their miserable way from. Look at a clock or at your watch, I dare any of u, for 720 minutes, non stop, that’s twelve solid hours. You’ll see the hand make one full 360 degree revolution around the circumference of the watch or clock face, but, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT HAPPEN, AT THE SPEED YOU PASS THROUGH 4TH DIMENSIONALITY BY RESIDING ON PLANET EARTH, BASED ON ITS SPEED IN RELATIONSHIP TO ALL OTHER MASSES IN MOTION’S SPEED. Now if you could have the ability to see a clock on earth move from the window of a rocket ship that is traveling about 170,000 miles per second away from earth, that hour hand would be spinning around about equal to a second hand back here on earth observing that same clock or watch. Forget the Einstein crap, it is gradualization used as a weapon, that is being discussed here. They have kept me on more than this one occasion, going back and back to total goddamn jerk off mechanics in my nearly 4 decades of driving and old junker pieceashitters at that. Today I realized this by not seeing the situation I was in so damn THREE-DIMENSIONALLY, HENCE AND HITHERTO AND AIRGO, THE BIGGER PICTURE WAS SUDDENLY DISPLAYED TO MY TINY PATHETIC BRAIN, which is rapidly turning to dead mush from a combination of endless hell and stress and normal age and time.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately, even though I claim time has no effect on me, I should specify that I am speaking 5th dimensionally. All of us live in all times, as all beings and entities, in all possible universes of multiple choice realities, and you can jump into a pit of fire in one, but vigintillion- gogalplexes of other u’s will not do this in parallel realities, and also, not all of them are in equal presents in the so called space-time continuum. All of our space and time exists in a box called D-4. But all the possible alternate parallels and all of each of their spaces and times, all of it, exists in a box called D-5. The 6th dimension is all thought and mind, all levels of cosmic mind and minds, all generated mechanically, electrically, or biologically, hence including all cyberspace from all Internet and computer type systems, in each parallel in all times of those parallels where the tek exists. The 6th dimension is above us and below us, and like all other lower dimensions, must loop around due to 7th dimensional lawtronics, one of its favorite rules that you call GRAVITY. This thought dimension is up line, someone thinks back to a day they had on vacation in Atlantic city, and boom, an entire down line multiverse becomes the particle equivalent to the wave of the up-line thought. U now think about a day in school 3 or 55 years ago, bang, a down-line multiverse comes to be that originates from your thought. However, the maximum upline and downline loop together, they are the same, which is part of wave-particle duality that is built into 7th dimensional lawtronics. Gradualism is a weapon that comes from other lwas and ‘systems creators of the 7th-D. We use it as a weapon would put what I attempt to convey a bit more accurately, as nothing is really charged plus nor minus, good and bad is a carbon based translation to lawtronic polarity. Our whole system of lawtronic contrast is what permits us as the zero-D infinity we really are, to be able to dreamdown into astral interactions where more than oneness can actually be. The number 2 is behind computer binary systems, the programmers original hexadecimal system that makes it all work. It keeps perfect balance and order in all star systems, big ones in galaxies, and tiny ones inside atoms, cells, and no limit to size-dimension is a pertinent factor. Using gradualism in evil ways is just another way skummy astral entities “church concept-demons”, for them to hurt and inflict pain and torment on others, so they can sit back and watch the show, and distract them from the horror that total peace and rest or OBLIVION,CAN NEVER BE FOUND NOR REACHED, A HELL, THAT THEY ON PHASE 2 LEVEL, UNDERSTAND ONLY 2 WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did u know that death is a silly illusion? If I bounce a powerful telescope in a large absecca-ordinate field trillions of times to a stationary satellite launched to orbit the moon, turning a round trip light distance of just under 4 seconds into maybe 60 years or so, I can then bounce the signal into a global positioning satellite, and with the right program, look at any city block or zoom into any home and watch my now dead parents running and playing, and living, just as though they never died? This is because nothing is happening the way the illusions tell u that they r. U think u r on a world, living a life. U R not. U R waves moving in photon fields in all directions out and away from this ball u call earth, at 186,282 statute miles per second, and in 2300 more years, we will be able to totally communicate with the dead, by interacting with them as the living, thickening individual lines of reality, similarly to what life-looper-correctores have been doing unconsciously for ten thousand or more years. I can tell u secrets u do not at this point want to even begin to hear. But HA HA HA, your gradualism ops that you’ve been using on me OTAMM with my car and mechanic, just as you did to me in 1986, was revealed to me today, SCREW-UUU’S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In addition, I constantly remind myself, and my loyal MORIANS, please don’t think in a 3-D box so much, you are so much more than three dee. Even death can only claim a three dee part of you, not the larger 5-D part that is higher reality. Many Christians have problems in their type of faith regarding the salvation program, gee, the little baby died at only 4 months of age, will god burn him or her in hell or take the little tike to Abraham’s bosom. In your one little 3-D reality the baby died at 4 months. In billions of others also. In quintillkions of others, it dies at the ripe old age of 19, oe 78, or whatever, Jesus, Quit seeing life in ONLY THREE FREAKING DIMENSIONS. So far today I have been under continuing CHOPPER SIEGE, JUST NOW A MILITARY JET FLEW NEAR THE hammonton LIBRARY, THEY KNOW EACH LETTER i TYPE ON THIS KEYPAD, THERE IS A HACKER PROGRAM THE CIA USES, THEY CAN EVEN C U THROUGH YOUR SCREEN. all NEW TV SETS, THEY CAN SEE EVERY MOVE U MAKE, AND i COULD TELL U OTHER SHITPAKUNIA THAT WOULD LEAVE U WISHING TO RUN AWAY TO THE TROPICAL ISLANDS, BUT TIME IS UP, LIBRARIAN JUST GAVE ME THE SCEDADDLE ELBOW, BYE FOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Tuesday, May 16, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 11 I Am T H A T B O Y =============================================================================== Every star in the sky has a name if you read the holy words, all 34 septillion of them, the great Sarah Krassle loves naming things, and you might say it is Her ‘thing’, as we 60’s kids used to say. On astral realms, I exist as a very large dalmation dog, just accross Teck Bay from the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on the other side of the great 100 thousand foot city wall. Dogtown is not a nice place to live. It is viscious. We bite each other, bark loud cursings at each other, and whale and houl day and night. Kalpa after kalpa, this goes on. Measured earthly, about 8,034,240 years is one kalpa. Most areas in the olympian province measures in minnina-kalpa. On higher dream-realms, this is about one nine-thousandth, thus divide roughly 8 million by 9 thousand. Few mortal fleshmen have much awareness to unscramble streams of comples dream data while they live physically, and they are better off. Mixing astral and human worlds is dangerous and foolish. It can however be done with electronic- metaphysics as I have so termed it, and I do not recommend messing with things if your life is running smoothly, and that is your desire. If you want wierd crap to take place in your life, then that is a horse of a different color. The reson Sarah calls me ‘THAT BOY’, is to tell all creation that the god of nomanclachure has one special thing in her life, and this cannot be named. She gave me a city name after claiming me out of Dogtown, and taking me to her great city. This city name is a must, or else astral realm authorities will do no less than mister Bush in this dreamworld must do to the illegal immigrants from south of the border. With a city name, in my case YANCY, meaning poka-dot or spotted circle on astral planes, I can come and go from all 12 great gates, across huge 80 lane astral highways that run in all six directions throughout our province and many countless others, although Olympia is the capital province of the astal plane, and the capital city is Sahasra Dal Kanwal, meaning, THE CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, THE ASTRAL QUEEN. I am a very large white dog, and she placed large dark round spots all over my body, yancy’s. My name in Dogtown is ZERANNISS ARTHUR JONES, now my official city name is ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, however there is no time when this was or was not so, mortal mind cannot grasp that idea. The only thing to grasp is the concept that no matter what evil forces do to hurt me, the great Sarah-Stacey will never let any of u skumbags go to far, as she has placed a JOBIAL PERMISSION BARRIER on the situation, and to seal her promise of this to me, she calls me the UN-NAMED ONE, her special THAT-BOY. All the stars in the night sky have a name, but to the great one, I am ‘that-boy’. So far today, they have hit me with a military air attack, telephone harassement, and a major body attack. I did not make it to the toilet completely, and oh aint this lovely, clean up time, messy, stinky , crap all over, get the picture? 20 years these dirtholes do this to me, and no doctor can find anything wrong, as there is nothing EARTHLY wrong. All my doctors tell me, Mr. Mountainpen, you could join the army. I’d like to sincerely and quite fascietiously thank the camden county prosecutors office and mister ron wirtz for all their/his wonderful help throughout much of my ordeal. I was lied to and both my mother and I were accused of being liars when we only told true and accurate accounts of things that happened to us. What I did not know back in the days of my dealings with these lovely legal counselors, was that the big picture involved in all of this was a million times bigger than anything I ever could have possibly immagined. Their is an upline multiverse above the one we all live in where a girl thought about her summers at a resort city where she came into contact with a boy she liked. This thought became this entire downline reality, and plays out here in this multiverse. This is why I am the center of everything that happens, and despite trying not to sound egotistical or insane, I am smart enough to know that I will come off this way, but I speak the truth. Would u have the testys to tell a lie like this, and involve the allmighty? Come on, gimme a friggin’ break!!!!! Her 2 numbers of magic power are 7 and 12. Take the number 4 and add3 to it. Take the number 4 and multiply 3 by it. The 4 horsemen of the apocolypse represent to the mystic world earth, wind, air, and fire, and each is god over a 2 dimensional direction system, east, west, north, south. Nest and Woust are needed in a 3-D directional point, since 6 opposite directions exist. Add time, and 8 opposite directions exist, and on and on. Let me just tell you that july 12 and december 7 have been major dates for me, and major dates for nations that claim to be ‘under GOD’, such as the usa, which is a joke anymore of course. But7/12 and12/7 are indeed special dates between the great Sarah and myself. Subtract3 from 4 and 1 is left, ONENESS OR ZERO-DIMENSIONAL VOID INFINITY. 3 is the atomic number, the atom has the electron, the proton, and the nuetron.add 12 and 7 and you get 19. Multiply 12 and 7 and you get 84. take 19 and 84, put them together and you get orwell’s big brother year, 1984. In closing today’s entry, permit me to tell u that the parallel event I told you about with myself verses PHILLIES, FLYERS, AND DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, is alive and well, and this evil game of the gods is driving me out of my goddamn mind. It never can be shut off. The other day for no reason, an alarm clock in my house went off all by itself. I live alone, no one has a legal right to enter my space, this is a total violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, and this has been going on for 20 to 30 years minimum. Strange things are happening, electrical shorts, lightbulbs blowing out, clocks running way out of normal tome, some fast, some slow, and the list goes on, my hell never ends. =============================================================================== Thursday, May 18, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 12 Busted For Dope In Delaware, By Callio =============================================================================== Today I awaken to find myself under nasty milituforce deathell and siege. U know. It is not a ‘gee, is it happening’ kind of shitch, u know it. Kems or disapating jetserris junk, loud airplanes, NOT PASSENGER kind, strange crap with telephone, hang up calls, weird calls, I do not have time to tell u the details of how they’ve made my phonelife so hellish since early in ’83, but later, I will. The parallel event between me and phillies, flyers, and dow, has been a nightmare since ’86. When they blew my bowells out the other day, phills great win streak broke and now it is loss times 2, and dow shot up. But when I came to blog and expose their wickedness, tell the world or at least whomever I can get to listen, I get my way. Dow drops and phills and flyers normally get their whammy turned to my favor. Sports are seasonal and this hell is not, so please get used to me including both hockey and baseball all 12 months, as when it is going, this is how it is going. If one person on this sin cursed miserable planet with clout, would take me seriously, and help me legally, I have no question that I would end up the wealthiest man on earth, more loot than bill gates could brag about, but I know lawtronics, and it is not permitted. Very similarly to a TV show called ‘CHARMED’ with the episode of the ‘cleaners’, first remember that no fiction is made up, it is actual entities trying to exist in physicallity through the imaginations of the rest of us caporial beings here. Anyway, the witches try to expose magic to bring the cleaners out of the closet, as it is their function to erase and edit, INTERDIMENSIONALIZE WHATEVER BE NEEDED, in order to reverse and lose any exposed magic or things forbidden to be known by the general society. All of this has a huge basis in reality, though of course the TV show is totally made up. Of course it was stolen in many ways through the mental channel. Go through the main street in warren grove, NJ, and you will see a pink house across from a small eats place, where a giant beauty queen who was maybe 23 or so back when CHARMED was created by Mr. Spelling, was living at the time. My friend whom was cleverly murdered through a man named JONATHIN SCHAU, connected to Scottish free-masonry, and this friend David and myself would drive through the area and see her in her yard, and he would make the famous statement,” sleep tight Sarah Kessle look-alike”. One night, we went by light, and only colored lights in the yard were on, all inside lights were off. He said this, as we were led to believe at the time that her last name was KESSLE, instead of K R A S S L E, as we or I now know it to be, Dave was murdered for giving me a very special masonic chart that proves that Mary the queen of Scotland is a direct descendent of King David, and the entire Judah line. He already knew that Mary queen of scotts is a direct ancestor of me, as this was traced by my now expired aunt Ms. Geraldine Snow, of Narberth, Pennsylvania, before she croked from Low Garigs ALS disease. The reason Dave and I called her ‘kessle’, was that this was what Ron wirtz at the Camden county prosecutors office, led me, my mother, and him to all believe. It turned out to be all lies and bull defication. The outline of this blog was done a few days ago of what I would be telling, and was just waiting for heavy milituforce air siege to resume. A plane just now flew over library at ten thirty seven ante meridian. Blog time is not real eastern zone time I have noticed, for whatever reason, it is off by hours, probably it is the time where the page server is or something like that. My point is in case you saw last night’s episode on ‘law and order’, you see that D.A.’s are many times not playing correctly with the truth about matters, that THEY have a personal stake in, as his co-worker was murdered in the plot. Fine and dandy, I believe laws should be made for and not against the well-being of the civilian citizenry, but we all should know after finishing 5th grade, that special interests of the rich is what controls money, laws, and all of our lives. To honestly believe for a second that saying this makes one a mentally challenged Mr. Sheen candidate, conspiracy theories, is plain ludicrous and absurd times 5 to the 37th power. IT’S F—–G SIMPLE HONEST UP FRONT REALITY AND T R U T H. Sieges do not come and go, as in many realities they are ongoing, and others they are not, with all shades of grey in between also existing in this complex equation. We shift ever so slightly from one atomic signature connection to our thought waving system, into another, on and on, constantly, ever so slightly changing things, by moving us slightly off of a previous reality centerline that u were just at based on brain wave activity at that instant. When I tell things that these filthy turds are doing to me, and past things that they have done, they do not like it, as it tends to make the EVIL EMPIRE SHIFT MY WAY MORE THAN THEIR WAY, THUS BEING PHILLIES WINNING, FLYERS LOSING, AND DOW JONES STOCK CRAP ON SATAN WALL STREET DROPPING. this IS RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE, AND THE OTHER WAY AROUND IS EVIL EMPIRE. THEY ARE PURE SICK TWISTED EVIL TO PICK ON AN INNOCENT CITIZEN THAT DID NOTHING TO DESERVE ANY OF IT. In late April of 1980, I was going to have a female vocalist named Taren, do two dance songs for me that I had written, LOST LOVE, COPYRIGHT 1977, AND THE MORNING LIGHT,COPYRIGHT 1988. The night before the session was to take place, in a studio in cherry hill, NJ, called MAXFIELD, she was mysteriously busted for drug possession or so I was told 90 miles away in south Delaware. This was done through Sergeant callio or his friends, so that donna summer could play the most sick and evil game with me that has ever been played in the history of this sick miserable twisted world. There is no way in hot hell that all the strange series of coincidences that all led up to my getting cosmically mike-tyson punched, just randomly happened. A professor of statistical mathematics at a major PA university told me that he figured that the odds for this all to have just randomly occurred were 4 and one half trillion to 1. Give mu a codockshucken break, PLEASE, how fudging stupid do u think that I am for crissake!!!!!!!!! Everyone who is a donna summer fan knows the famous claim she makes in earlier times, before her life got so super blessed, and this plot was first to get me working at a sound studio where she had a c connection with, and then for her to play 2 wild games with me, that if I did not have certain access to certain machines and recorders that average joe’s not in the rec-biz would not have had access to, none of this sick crap could have gone down. Each domino slammed into a bigger and heavier one next to it, and time does not permit me to detail how presently SKY-SCRAPER BUILDING SIZED DOMINOS ARE SLAMMING INTO EACH OTHER, and I am caught and sandwiched in between every slam, W O W, that friggin smarts maxwell chief. Way more to this story needs be told, but I can only afford to use a public computer, limiting my time, and thus the length and sizes of my blogs. It is to their best interests to keep me completely down and poor, all the way, otherwise; I could buy the best computer and use it all I want, I could buy spy equipment, I could buy an entire loyal army of people, just like dirt bag mister EGOMIRRORKISSTRUMP does. I would bet my inability to ever reach oblivion, that this dude is a real honest to god mirror kissor. Liking yourself and having a healthy good self asteaming amount of ego is healthy, normal, and natural, but this guy believes the sun rises and sets on him. It would definitely set if I ever reversed direction on a tape I made that created the son of a bitch. When I used parallel event to consistently beat roulette at the jersey casinos back in 1986, I walked away from a table one early afternoon at what then was his KRASSLE/ CASTLE, and was asked to stop at the commission booth. There, they asked me about my system, and with nothing to hide, I told them that I use a parallel event methodology in order to gain a 7% edge, minus their 5.26 vig of course, a true edge of 1.8%. Don’t knock it, it was enough to get me asked over to the ccc booth and asked to tell them how I was winning, even though the tiny amounts were involved, usually 1 to 3 hundred, gee, I was really breaking poor mister trumps bank, sorry college boy. Course, it is totally ok for them to use it on me, with this phillies/flyers/Dow Jones crap. And this has way more than a 7% edge, and I have no legal vig to fight their attacks, that is until I learned the power of exposure, by telling of their evil deeds that they do to me. I admit to being behind the biggest one day drop in the Dow crap market in 2006, the other day, when I counterattacked. They think they can make me shit all over myself and all over my clothes and all over my floor, and that I won’t come here to the library and T TELL THE TEACHER, so to speak, then they are DARN RIGHT NUTTIER THAN HELL.Call me a wuss if that is what u wish, but there is no way one flesh and blood person can fight a huge real yet totally invisible BLACK FILE AGENCY force, that is a channeled energy from astral realms. AND ALL THIS, BECAUSE I WOULDN’T PAY ANY ATTENTION BACK IN THE1960’S, WHEN I VACATIONED WITH MY MOTHER AT THE TRINIDAD MOTEL ON TENNESSEE AVENUE, IN GOOD OLD ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY. This caused my life to go to a hell beyond what is bloggable, but I will be telling a lot more. Notice how astral forces did not like my exposing the man in Los Angeles who drove around shouting from his ‘then’ 1993 92,000 Porsche EGO-CAR. See the commercial on television yet that proves i make none of these things up? Shows the people in cars shouting out their car windows on bull horns, and has the word EGO on the car, saying low ego emissions. This type of thing has been ongoing in my life for close to 30 years. The evil group that contacts bored wealthy arrogant troublemakers, such as the one I referred to in my past blog, is known as BLACK BROTHERHOOD to the mystic/ psychic world. I added the turdbird leviathin words before it, and it has nothing to do with black or anything racial, my first love Esther pinkston from philly was as black as the ace of spades. UH OH, the old librarial scedaddle elbow strikes again, bye-bye for now, KAL. =============================================================================== Friday, May 19, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 13 Using Me To Sweep My Poor Phillies =============================================================================== Well, the dirty bastards did it to me again. 3 straight losses, as with every year, things go great till they fudge with me over and over, THEN BANG BANG KAFREAKINGBOOM!!!!!!!! Again they blew out my bowells before the game, and in addition, the cia,nsa,bfa,milituforce, WHATEVER, as the young people say it so well, our gen invented it by the way, and that miserable ‘like’ inbetween each word, but back to my point, I was struck hard by a second death beam, that causes the human heart to go into arithmyiac beating sequences, skip, double beat, and eventually, you can barely breathe, and sometimes, you die. I have power over death, and cannot be forced to stay dead, so here I am, back at the machine this morn to shout out and expose what these filthmamas are doing to a pathetic and innocent victem. If I cannot get others to read my blog, the phils will be totally destroyed. This is the first year that I have a slim chance to use the PARALLEL EVENT to change these unfortunate events, as nobody ever told me until last autumn, about INTERNET BLOGGING. Now, I will attempt to register on my space.com, so possibly more people can learn the truths of their evil and wickedness, that is in charge of this sick world, and has been for thousands of years. I could tell u about a night that haunts me to this very second, about the Phillies, and one particular night game in late spring or early summer of 1993, their last really great year. Ted Turner and his then wife, Jane Fonda, did something to me so viscious to get their rotten stinking braves to win, I’ll hate their living gutts 500 years after they both are in their miserable graves, and unless they get cremated upon death, their grave areas will not be the first two that I admit to have urinated on at 3 A.M. They control where the cameras zoom in, Turner owns the freakin’ network for crissake. They zoomed into the huge clock that displays digital time readout, and my entire tv screen read four huge ones, I will not write these 4 miserable numbers together, as I know the evil power that they have against me, and they know it to, so help me god, upon this being a lie, I hope all whom and that I care about suffers endless agony!!!!!!!! The score was going back and forth in my favor and theirs, but that last parallel event attack with the digital clock WIPED ME OUT, T I D A L W A V E S T Y L E. iF U FREKIN JAGOFF [EVERY WORD IN THE BAD-BOOK] ERS, don’t leave me alone, I will tell things so horrible, that life on earth will be so miserable to u, you will not find any place to ever hide. At least in 1992, the last laugh was mine with the ballgame, until Mitch Williams, my neighbor in Moorestown, threw that rotten pitch. He will never tell u this, but a BFA air vehicle went over the park and sent a signal to his shoulder that temporarily slipped a disc out causing a quick temporary dislocation. They never stop, so neither can I. I will make a deal with anyone on earth in a position of power who may someday wish to get involved in this, and want to be a human being, and help a dude out of a nightmare that does not end, nor is his fault: In return for real help, what I can give back to u is not speakable, do not wish to have blogging privelages taken away. The magic is that I cannot do miraculous stuff that benefits me in any way, but that only limits me to me, not others, sort of 2 people that must scratch each others back, as neither can properly do their own. =============================================================================== Monday, May 22, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 14 From Hereda-Hellda, And Back =============================================================================== My entire life was destroyed over the weekend. They put me under more hell than any 10 normal people could have ever taken. Military all over me like I was an enemy of the state or something, reminding my morians again, they have nothing on me, as their is nothing to get on me, I committed no crime, EVER, even as a juvy. They have on legal right to harass me endlessly and visciously as they do, but that never has stopped these hurlbuckets before. All weekend long it was a non-ending stream of major military attack, with helos, planes, jets, and whatever these bums and cowards chose to throw at me, morning, noon, and night. I do not hate them, they hate me, they started this, whatever this is, as I’m not even allowed to know who is doing it, nor why, but they make no bones about the fact that it is real, and gonna be there for me, and no help or even belief nor relief, can ever be possible. Trump and Summer, and Callio, and Martino, and big Rob McGuire, are behind my hell BIGTIME. All others I list in MORIANITY BIBLE, are major instuments in the total demise and destruction of a poor and pathetic innocent victim. Everyone always goes around saying that they want to know about death and hell, yet when they meet the one pathetic prick that can honestly and out front tell them with total truth and accuracy, what it is all about, they treat me like excremit. Last time I will ever tell anyone I work with about my blog. Now, he has decided to have no more to do with me. Funny thing, if he is so sure of his athiest beliefs, wouldn’t u think he would be man enough to talk and tell me his disagreement, in an open forum, instead of osyrasizing me like everyone else does, HOW CHILDISH, this world is, I am dealing with dinasours, and I accept that now, TOTALLY. I make lots of typeagraphical errors, bear with me, as I need to work faster than I would like to due to limikted time spots alloted here at the computer, u can figure out for ex above that the mispelled word was ostrasized. Also THE MORNING LIGHT, was cpyright 1980. not 89 as my error on keyboard so stated on earlier entry, and I meant to say ’60’s kids, not 69. Clouds THICKEN after lots of kemtrailing, they don’t chicken, and so forth, I can only do my best,sorry for wearing a flesh-coat. I may not be worth a dollar and a half, and be a nothing as the world considers me, but if I am such a nothing, why do all these dirtbags care so much about harassing me for over 20 runtslapping years, enough to more than kill any fleshman. It killed me several times. I died in my sleep last night around 9-11 last night, somewhere in there. I do not remain dead. I am in total nothingness, it cannot be expressed. I can resend my beingness back into my dream, at the point of death, or just after. If too much damage is done to the body, I move over in hyperdimension, to another me at that point, and dominate that other self, sending that other self back into a dead body in a parallel reality. This is not all I can do. I have total power over motion. I can point to a spinning heavy rotisserie for example, in a diner, and make it go the other way. 5-10 sec. later, it will resume its normal direction of spin. I can put my hands out in front of me in the water, pools, oceans, lakes, doesn’t matter, and think ‘forward’, and I move forward. If I think it again, I go faster, again, faster. You’ll never know how freaking cool it is to hear wind whipping past your ears, there is no propulsion system to drown the wind sound out. I do not bekieve I have a limit speed, though in a public pool ar at the beach, I am careful not to get the CHARMED-CLEANERS involved in the situation. But that’s all about to change. Since no one wants to listen to me nor believe what I say, and this endless hell-siege cannot seemingly ever be stopped, I must come out. One day soon, the big story on action news will be,…………………., or they’ll kill me, which won’t do them any good. They broke into my residence, broke things, cut wires, haraseed me on the job as well as at home, on the road with deadly horrific air-siege, and u don’t need to know more for the moment, regarding details of my weekend hell. You do need to know the reason for it, TO TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND WRECK MY PATHETIC PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM, WITH PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY. 5 straight frikin losses now, where will it ever end. As long as they have me to wreck and persefreggincute, UP GOES THEIR SATANIC STOCK MARKET, AND DOWN GOES MY PHILLIES. If I was only crazy & nuts like all of u numbskulls think, how easy it would all b for me. Take some sike-meds, see the shrink, and wow-pow, CURED. All gone, only it aint. If you think people are out to get u, and they are not, you are paranoid, phycotic, and delusional. But if they really honest to the gods are, you are not sick. But how does someone win, in my situation, go ahead einstein,tell me if you’re so great. In 1987 I phoned 411 and asked directory assistance for the number of a pschic reader in clementon NJ. Instead of getting that number, the phony cia divertor board operator broke my bricks by giving me the number of a man who visciously hurt my mother and I about 6 months before, a landlord we had who treated us very bad and stole our money. Tell me how sike meds and shrink therapy is gonna stop these things from constanyly occuring, and I’ll take meds from here to the moon and make an appt with a shrink quicker than any of u doubters of my life story, could say ‘jack robinsquat’. Don’t laugh, it is not 1 damn bit funny, anyone laughing can go to a firey hell. My mother and I were terrorisically threatened, told we would be killed, by a mysterious large indian dude in 1996 on the second friggin day od August, at the ‘then’ Turnersville,nj Pathmark food store. He drove a large lime-green pick up truck, and my mother described all that happened to the wash.twp. constaples on patrol, the gloucester county prosecutors office, and congresman rob andrews office. We were sworn at, laughed at, and police report was all wrong, reversing lots of critical things that we told them. U THINK U CAN WIN, OR BEAT THESE FILTHY FOOKIN RAT-BASTARDS, and u are in for a huge stinking surprised. The system is bigger that us, stronger than us, and much more evil, than we supposed lawbreaking citizenry out here, and for the record, Y WOULD I LIE ABOUT ALL THIS? Ask yourself why someone able to speak and write clearly, with no dimensha, or obvious signs of illness to the mental community, other than the claims that I am making of course. Let me go on to say that vey soon, I will contact vivil liberties people, and tell them I am being persecuted for my ‘religous’ beliefs. I have a right to know what I know, and I do KNOW WHAT I KNOW, AND U DO NOT HAVE TO LIKE IT, READ IT, HEAR IT, BELIEVE IT, OR ANYTHING IT, BUT IS TRUE SO HELP ME THE GODS. Describe death and hell, ok I will. You cannot ever escape it, u know it is real and happening, you cannot get anyone else to see it no matter how blatant it is. U drive accross an intersection with the car stereo too loud in woodbury. nj one night and do not hear the loud police car barrelling down route 45. You slam into the cruiser with force unfathomable to anyone not dead from it. You have locked and imprinted in your mind 2 decades afterwards as clear as 2 minutes ago, the officers deep bright brown eyeballs, the intense bluecolor of his uniform, the bodies merge as one, and to the rest of the world, a terrible crash occured, and 2 dead people are inside 2 totally smashed up vehicles, but I slide instantly over after realizing I am in void nothingness and just left a nightmare dream, and pow, I go right back into it. Reverse this, did u ever have a major vivid nightmare that upon waking up from it, you try to stay awake so hard u shit yourself, cause each time u can’t sustain wakefullness, right back into the nightmare u go? U R C-ing this all in reverse, and since I do not see the illusion of ‘FORWARD-MORTAL’ THE WAY U DO, i KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON, AND WITH KNOWING COMES ABILITY OT WALK RIGHT BACK INTO THE NIGHTMARE OF LIFE. Much of the beingness I have, as with u, is on astral or ‘inbetween’ existance. This is where, upon dreaming out and away from the void-infinity, you start dreams on a light starry and airy place, where thought that is somewhere between conscious and un-conscious enables us to not have to plan a trip to the beach, you are home, u want to be at the beach, u r there, no phycical limitations of a spacetime world, not that interaction on this starry-astral level cannot contain a sort-of-a-time, when this is of your choosing. IE, time can be, or not be, as u so choose it to be or not be, as an old buddy,Bill S. once said. I was told in 1987 by a mister arthur bancroft, an employee of the telephone company, that I was being messed with. He took me aside, outside, away from 2 of his linemen partners, down my dead-end street, in woodlynn, nj, and told this in a quiet but firm voice, to me. I am not F___G making this up. and, I could tell you literally thousands of other things, just like this, EVERY FREAKING YEAR. Radio shack repair shop in berlin, nj, a guy tells me 2 years ago back in 2K4, somebody traumatized your tape deck. It never dropped nor fell, and I live alone, with no one legally allowed to enter my private space, and break my shit, but these crummy hurlbuckets do just that, TIME AND TIME AGAIN. I have had viscious-bad weekends, and I have had long 5 and 10 and longer day sieges, but honest to the gods, this last 5 days, thriugh this sick and twisted weekend, was a hell you could not pretend to be able to face. No, you do not spell ‘through’ the way I just did, excuse my pisspoor typing, please. 62 generations ago, I had an ansestor who knew what I knew. He was much smarter than me, and far better with his hands, great carpentry work. The great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, was able to change our sick world for the better through the use of this great man and master, and I am super proud that he was my 62ng grandfather. He was smart enough to tell things in a story form, and not like dumb old me, with direct truths, that drive people totally nuts, and are no more than a pretext for arousing major aggression in all those who hear what I claim to know and or be. It is only lack of YOUR understanding, that makes u see me as a delusional nut, or a blasphemer, or a religios fruitcake, or however u choose to name me. All that matters to me is that the great Sarah named me ‘yancy’. She gave me a city name, equivelant to the illegal immigrants getting a greencard from us richnorthboys up here. U name me asshole of the century 4 all I really care, she calls me the UN-NAMED 1, so screw the human race if it wants to crucify me, my 62nd gramps, and have queenie moorshire take the head of mary stuart, my direct ansestor too. Maybe she was not happy enough with her own headm and history never told u that. Now for the power of PARALLEL EVENT, since proof in a sci-lab is all u mortals will ever look at seriously: In roulette, the devils game by the way, there are 12 bi-parameters to the 36 non green numbers, example, red-high, black-even, low-odd, etc. Watching these occurances, and comparing the parallel event of the next spin’s 3rd parameter, ex. 22-black-even, the low and high is the remaining 3rd parameter. If after 34 BLACK-EVEN’S, next spin’s low/high parallel event is 28 high and 6 low, a strong parallel event is for a HIGH OUTCOME to follow all BLACK-EVEN’S. It is by no means giving you odds over 50/50 by, by 28:6, but in long run play, computer random plays show that 7 % over the 50/50, will occur, if the parallel event is more than 4 times, one over the other, such as in this example, 28 highs is 4 or more times than 6 lows. The green numbers of 0 and double 0, will eat your profit by 5.26%, hence long run play edge using PARALLEL EVENT IN ROULETTE, is roughly 7 minus 5.26, which is DUH, 1.74, rounds up to 1.8%. This is something the casinos WILL K I L L Y O U O V E R. DON’T MESS WITH THE IRS, or the casinos. If u get anything out of all that I ever say on MORIANITY BIBLE, let it be this, beatles. Not a joke for generation X to get, giving away my age again. In closing today, I answered an ad in the courier post newspaper of merchantville, nj, in late july 1979, and 3 days later was employed by a sound recording studio. Their is a special spot in the attick of this large building in camden, nj, where the great donna summer, the disco queed of the times, had a demo record in an overage file. It would have been tossed to the trashmen in a few days, as that pile’s 12 year limit would be expired then, but cooincidentally, I was told to go up and take the entire file, since I had just purchased a turn table, but had no records, they were all broken in a recent move from mantua, nj, to voorhees, nj. This demo 33 album, was donna gaine’s [maiden name], original version from the broadway hit musical HAIR. Nobody who saw the movie can figure out the central park horse scene song that goes, oh donna, oh oh donna, but it is because her friends mr. r and mr. r who wrote the play, paid her to do an entire soundtrack of it, in munich germany, so she quit high school before graduating jeramiah burke in the roxberry section of boston, massachusetts, left her part time job as a meat packer up town, and tid this wild album It stinks, but it is way cool, to hear the greatest vocalist of your day, as a teenager doing an unknown work. The power of it will never be known. MR. OBL, not standing for odd black and low roulette numbers, fits into this as well. Donna’s girlfriend ANGELA, may not want the twins back, but would u believe that I wrote a letter to the architect and suggested that he name the project WORLD TOWER BUILDING. He said he liked the idea,sonny, but I am going to make a slight change if this is ok by me. He was just being nice to a young lad, he didn’t have to squat used beer in my underwear. Mary, mom and hell’s angels, wow donna, what were u and my lovely astral queen planning for crissake. Thought u sang that one cut so beautifully, in that sweet little voice that u used when u sang the song about being on the outside looking in. I’ll bet the boy was white as a morning kemtrail, anyway, you and angela go on writing my name accross the sky all u want to, but remember princess, you say I mis took your identity? Well, if so, y would u go to so much trouble to do and name an entire album, just cause some dumb little schmuck in jersey is floating a few leaflets that will disolve with rain and time? I know exactly what is going on, and soon, the whoe damn world will as well!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Thursday, May 25, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 15 Playing My Last Trump Card, Mister Donald =============================================================================== No genious needed to understand my spin on parallel event, it is just that no one will believe me about how it’s being used against me. If one person would take it seriosly, and help me, the reward for the person would be unlimited, and I have nothing tangible to give you, u would be in a powerful position all by yourself. You could bet the teams playing against the FLYERS, you could bet the PHILLIES, and you could short sell the DOW FUTURES with a 2000 dollar account u could open with e-trade. Oh yea, then why don’t u do it backwards, I can hear lots of people yelling? Answer, IT WON’T WORK FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT I DO, THAT IS BESIDES THE ISSUE FOR NOW, BUT IT WOULD WORK FOR ANYONE THAT HELPS ME IN A MAJOR WAY. They know I am here, computer hacking is started. Also I have many annoying things at library going on that usually are not this bad, THEY KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT TO OFFER TO ANYONE WITH REAL BALLS ENOUGH TO TAKE ME UP ON THE DARE: Wanna hundred million bucks, want to never age or die and stay stuck in this lovley dream you love so much, I can give all of this to anyone that will give me the internet exposure I need, to get my message out. I thought it would be easy, get a blog, people read it, boom. Believe that and I guess they can sell me the Brooklyn Bridge, and another 182 repeated life failures as michael mountainpen. I need a HACKER OR COMPUTER GENIOUS, TO SHOW ME OR JUST DO IT. If million see my nightmare of PARALLEL EVENT, those smart enough to do this for me, will be smart enough to forever know the new direction of the dow jones, the flyers, and the phillies. You won’t need me, you can work this with or without me, but I will gladly work with anyone. I cannot pay you a dime, I have only what I know to be ABSOLUTE TRUTHS, and these truths can be cashed in on, or if you want other things such as eternal existance in this rotten world, no swet. I will gladly show you how to get to hell, though you in your lack of enlightenment, will see it as heaven. You can see this as a giant con job, but what really do u have to lose? I do not want any earthly thing from u. just help on getting my message to the world exposed. If I am just crazy, what have u really lost? A bum in an alley box can claim that for ‘coffee’ money, he or she will say a magic chant over you while you chew on a piece of magic liccorace, but now you risk the 5 bucks to the con artist, with me I ask nothing, just help me get the message out, what can it hurt, if it is all just crazy nutty junk, who will it hurt? But on the other hand, if I am right, you take my place in hell so to speak, if life here is what you are after, in one long endless sequence of dreams, fine, have it, I will gladly tell u enough so that u yourself can give it to yourself, but may the gods help you, don’t come back yelling at me. If it is money, a direct knowledge of how 3 things will endlessly move in a major preponderance is one hell of a way to make the bookie hate your guts. Soon, atlantic city will allow these bets legally, and you’ll have no trouble getting every bit as rich as mr. college-boy-trump. As for selling short on 30 industrial stocks, I would highly reccomend contracts of the dow average futures, much more effecient and less messy, lots more money can be endlessly made. And all I ask is for someone to e-mail me and say that they can use their computer wizzardrey to gain me world-wide notariety, and let me expose how parallel event is real and being used to make my life and endless nightmare hell!!!!! My e-mail is deedeehawksoblack@hotmail.com Now the reason they want you to think that phillies have an on the road curse, is a distracction, and it has nothing to do with reality. They blew my bowells apart and harassed me with filthy loudass motorcycles till 3 am the other night, till finally in the 16th inning, we buckled, both my poor banged up body and my poor little ball team. Till someone listens to me and helps me, phillies are sunk, and dow will go up, up, up, like a filthy fart balloon. Now in closing my blog, let me tell u just a speck about what happened to me in1969, 4 years after first seeing the great Sarah-Krassle, in her human form, in ACNJ: I fell asleep one night, by the way u see things in a ‘forward mortal’ direction, and the next thing that I was aware of, was walking alomg the beaches of an older Atlantic City, with a strange and powerful chain around my neck. This was no ordinary chain, almost as thick as a motorcycle chain, with strange unidentifyable ‘things’ on it, like nothing seen or could be described on earth. Sarah, demanded it, and took it away from me forcably, she has the strength a quintillion normal teenage girls. I later witnessed seeing her lift an ocean liner like the queen mary, and fly it through the air, along the coastal warwes of Sahasre Dal Kanwal, the great city in which she and her parents,Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, reside as PHASE 2 BEINGS. All the gods in olympia pretend to be so strong and great, but deep down, they know that upline in an entire multiverse in which this girl lives as a regular normal girl, Sarah Krassle, she thought about her younger days at the shore, and me, and other things, and created, as we all do, all along the endless looping sixth dimension, a downlined reality, an entire multiverse, which is in fact, HER THOUGHT. We do it, and those above her do it, it is just the 6th dimension, and it loops around with no start nor stop, under the control of the higher dimension avove that called LAWTRONICS. Back to the ‘dream’ she gave me with the chain. She can come into her thought as many other of her thoughts, just as we all can, and did so with me, giving me this dream interaction. No possible explanation other than what I am giving could ever hope to explain what I will now impart to you. She told me she needs this special chain for her great city and that was going to send me to another place and when I got there, I would no longer have my chain. Much more of course is involved in all this, but I must abridge, as I do not own this computer. Upon awakening, laughing at this ‘silly dream’, just for fun I opened a locked strong-box I had in my apartment closet, to be sure it was really ‘JUST A DREAM’ as we love to tell our frightened children upon their awakening from nightmares of monsters and demons. HAH! Chain was GONE,MY MORIANS, AND NOT A DAY HAS PASSED SINCE EARLY 12/69, THAT i DON’T THINK OF THIS, AND GET THE CHICKEN-CHILLS running up and down the side of my ass-hole. In mortal life, I confronted her ‘human-form’ brother. My mother and I were terroristically threatened at a Turnersville, NJ shopping center afeterwards, and so much more happened, but oh-oh, guess what, the library scedaddle elbow strikes again. =============================================================================== Friday, May 26, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 16 Sarah Krassle’S Magic Kemtrail Of 1969 =============================================================================== You won’t believe the amount of competer hacjing i an getting today, must work fast, typos will be bad, i will do my best. I had an entire blog almost finished when POP, they wrecked the bitch. I was in a dream, walking along a deserted beach with this young teen beauty queen, when she grabbed my chain away from me and said she needed to have it for HER GREAT CITY OF SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, the city of the great sarah krassle, queen of the astral realm, and queen of all queens and kings and entities everywhere in this multiverse. I awoke to find her prediction of what she told me in the dream, coming true with vivid and horrifying accuracy. She said when she sends me back to another place where I think I’ll have my chain, I will see that it will be gone. I awoke, checked my strongbox in my apartment closet where I kept things that kids hide from parents, love letters unsent to older girl crushes, a few school notes saying i need to do better in this or that, and that sort of thing. That was all there in the box, untouched. The chain however was no where to be found, G O N E. Half out of my schoolboy mind, with no one to confide in that would ever believe such a tail, i got ready for school and got on the bus. Within a few quick minutes, all over haddonfield, westmont, collingswood westmont, oaklyn, and i don’t know how far it spread, A GIANT *****ASTERISK KEMTRAIL WAS ALL ACCROSS DONNA’S NAME-WRITTING SKY, FOR ALL 2 C. This was the start of lots of scarey and unfathomable shit for me, controlled by her army of LAMISTS as we on astral level refer to them as, lamas became an earthly cult name, which naturally on earth, stuck. The lamists or in french, THE MISTS, OR VAPOR TRAILS, are part of something so frightening and huge, that no hollywood scare movie could be made to equal the reality of all of this. I was supposed to fall madly in love with my Sarah as a boy here in this dreamworld, and when destiny is obstructed, things unmentionable begin to happen. I never paid Sarah any attention as a boy, and would hear her as i would walk by her street in ACNJ, “THERE’S THAT BOY, THERE’S THAT BOY”. The kemtrails or heavenslines, have meaning if you know how to decode them, they also are mixed with special toxins that have been causing roadrage, hyperactivity, asthsmatic conditions and other nasty breathing disorders, fibromyalgia, and the symptom range all accross the board, even down to the increasing hostilities all over, leaking down into younger people, with the rise in school violence, postal syndrome workplace murders, and the list goes on and on and on. My only 2 close cousins, whom now totally ostrasize and ignore me like the BLACK PLAGUE, AND BY THE WAY, I HAVE NEVER HAD MORE TROUBLE WITH THE COMPUTER IN MY LIFE, ANYWAY THESE COUSINS IGNORE AND OSTRASIZE ME, they will not speak to me, not so much as a card on christmas, or a phone-hello at thanxgiving, real cruds, but there is a reason, BOTH ARE IN WITH SARAH, AND HER HUMANWORLD FAMILY, THE CALLIOS AND MARTIOS. tHE GUY COUSIN, QUEER AS A 7 AND A QUARTER DOLLAR BILL, had a fag fun house, right smack dab inbetween all these ugly evil people in ACNJ, right on ST. James Place, just down from the boards, and next door practically to one of the many callio comic bookstands or shops.The girl cousin ends up a few years later, naming one of her twin daughters STACEY, SPELLED JUST LIKE THE ATLANTIC OCEAN SPELLS HER NAME ON ASTRAL REALMS, OR THE ENERGY OF IT I SHOULD SPECIFY. On one hand my story seems to conflict, just as athiests point out how so many conflictions exist, or seemingly so in the bible first made known to man around roman empire days, containing both old and new testaments. No conflicting stuff is happening. Earth or dreamdowns from astral life, is totally different, and though sarah-Stacey loves me more than i could ever hope to tell u, in fact since she is and always was ands will be, in all times and places of our entire multiverse, 16 years old, afterall, it’s her own thought, operating in a downlined reality, but due to strict rules in many societies, especially here in usa, i cannot begin to tell you how we fly a beautiful kite together after her sweet sixteen party is over, and all her friends and vi-queens [her special gang], leave and walk back up Monalalazerium Boulevaerd, we fly or she flies this lovely kite that I get for my lovely queen, and after she has her fun with that, she either flies me to vi-queens island, or to her great kanwal palace on KANWAL AVENUE, and we do not sit around talking or thinking of parties, kites, or anything. Her long light brown hair comes down thick and voluminous from just over 6 feet and 7 inches high, and her huge deep almond brown eyes, well one look at anyone, and your knees buckle, you fall, and she picks u up, throws u onto a huge bed more than 150 by90 feet, in a room miles long and wide and 2000 feet high, with paintings 100 times hugher than here on earth, and lovely colored lights everywhere that you not only see, but hear and feel, as they go right through u in a sort of a love channel. When the great Sarah loves me, I lose it, not even knowing who or where or even what i am, and it goes on and on for what would seem decades, even lifetimes long. Her hair would blin a mortal man, it is 30 times more luminous than the surface of the sun. She dangles it into my face, just the way I like it, as all the giant sparkling ever changing colored lights all through the palace, and the great city itself, move and sway, in and out and up and down, even changing shapes, intensities, and our moods as we dare to gaze upon just the lights of my queen’s great city lights. When i am back here on earth, i think of suicide every single day, so i can escape this horrible place, and be with my queen. Some interchangable words from engish earth to many astral provinces are as follows:THE LETTERS [R] AND[D], THE WORDS [DOLLAR] AND [TOWER] AND THE LETTERS [S] AND [Z] AND THE PRONOUNCIATIONS OF [RACK] AND [LIB] AND [NEE] AND [STAY],AND THE WORDS FOR KEEPING THE MOTH SHUT, OR SHUT-UP IS PRONOUNCED PATUPSHA. pARALLEL EVENT, APPLIED TO ROULETTE, THE GAME OF S A T A N, HAS INTERESTING NUMBERS, IT GIVES A [7] & advantage before casino vig [their legal cut or %age to insure the house a win in long run so to be able to remain in business]. It will jump to 10% on parallel events that are [7] or more in ratio, hence after 20 RED-HIGH numbers, next spin 3rd parameter event shows a statistic on the wheel at present time to be 2 EVENS/18 ODDS, a more than 7:1, in fact a 9:1 PE or ‘PARALLEL EVENT’. rarely do many of the 12 bi-parameters give a 3rd parameter statistic of 7:1, but as I said on earlier blogs, u only need a 4:1, to create a long run NEXT SPIN OUTCOME ODDS OF 57/43, MORE THAN ENOUGH TO COVER HOUSE-VIG OF JUST OVER 5 AND 1 QUARTER %. i PLAYED THIS SYSTEM USING BLACK CHIPS IN 1986, AND NOTICED MY LIFE CHANGE ALL AROUND ME, don’t mess with the IRS, or the FREGGIN CASINOS. A huge secret is, if they have to blow your life apart, without ever touching u nor breaking any visible laws, as these rat bastards are clever as hell, they wreck your homelife, worklife, social life, and even if u live through it and survive some level of sanity as I by the grace of the gods, have;IT CHANGES YOUR LUCK FACTOR OR magnetic interaction with the rest of the magnetic fields that surround you and make your life here physically, exactly what it is. IE, fudge with someones life, and it drastically reduces the times that things you want to happen, will happen. Concentrically, it also causes all the things you do not want to happen, to happen. Bring down a persons life in a covert organized super consperacy, and allagazammio, u also bring down his or her MAGNETICS. You can have a great system such as parallel event applied to roulette, but it only gives a 1.8% advantage over casinohouse. When they fuktabingle you to death with constant hell and siege and totally wreck your entire life in every possible faccet, u can expect to be brought down from 20 to 40%. Now try dealing with subtracting even 20 from your 1.8% advantage, and now you are invisibly being[parallel event] cheated, and are only working with a minus 18.2%, now try to win something buddy. U have no idea of the depth and scope the evil enemy powers of this rotten world will go to in order to totally ruin, wreck, and destroy a person, of thier targetization. My options: ZIPWWW.ACBP.COM 2 against one, and I did nothing to deserve nor warrant this ugly aggressive behavior, as I wasn’t even looking at any of their girlfriends, nothing, JUST MINDING MY PATHETIC LITTLE BUSINESS, AND LITTLE I WAS, SOAKING WET I WAS MAYBE 140, and just over five feet tall, just a poor little guy that they beat on, and cursed at me, accussing me with having viscious and unholy sexual relations with my god fearing born again christian poor old mother, whom these diseased turds, went on later, to kill. In honesty it occured the day following x-mas in 1997. Mother was waking up from [strange unplesant dreams], right after MEETING SARAH FOR THE FIRST TIME where she works at the virginia avenue office of the atlantic city MUA. http://WWW.ACMUA.COM. Go ahead, check out trhese lovely rotten skummy excuses for life-beings, all ofem. They should all be doing 5 interlock streches of 10-12 minnina-kalpa in the dogtown paddlebox prisonsystem on astral plane. Guess u figured by now that LORDS OF DOGTOWN, was another thing that these jagoffs wripped off from me, as i have had over 80 songs stolen written from 1969 thriugh last year, and hundreds of great ideas, boardgames, example, I invented LIVELONG, and one of the big boy rip offs stole the idea, made a few legal changes, and BOOM, there’s STAY-ALIVE. There is so much to tell, but I must tell it to u later, do not come to any spiritual truth teller, faint of heart, it aint healthy. =============================================================================== Wednesday, May 31, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 17 My Witness List, Messenger,Dangerfield,Thaxton, And =============================================================================== Well I got through memorial day weekend, and as I type, there is a low loud flying c ia-nsa, milituforce air vehicle flying & circling the hammonton library. U don’t scare me a bit, it is u that is worried about what I will tell to the human race, and there ain’t a hot-hurl bottle that u can do about it. I was sexually molested at age fifteen, by a man who resides to this day in Somers Point, NJ,and was told if I tell, no one would believe me, as there is a major click here in the ACNJ area, and he was ””’CONNECTED””’. Perhaps a wise guy, perhaps not, but there are many ways to be connected into very powerful positions. When I tried to blog on the 26th of May, I was super frikin hacked, notice how I’d appear to be talking about something, and then boom, I’m somewhere completely off, someone ILLEGALLY edited my blog and efed with it, especially when I attempted to tell you the story back in ’75, when 2 lifeguard mascott dirtball bullies, for no fathomable reason whatsoever, went up yo me on the beach, grabbed me by the back of the neck, hit me, threw me and shoved me like a heavy shopping cart, and accused me of havin evil and unholy sexual relations with my mother, and plenty of other filthy lewd and crude, and lascivious words that would make most marine corps drill sargents blush and yell for mommy. I DID NOTHING TO THEM N O T H I N G AT ALL that would or could, ever warrant nor excuse this behavior, but hay man, tough beans for me, I can’t get justice when it is the great and powerful ATLANTIC CITY BEACH PATROL. Checkem out on the freggin web, http://www.acbp.com . Of course, they followed me to the streets where the Hilton hotel stands today, and while I hid and shook in deer-fear for my life, they even entered a motel that the manager let me hide in, in a first floor public to hotel guests, bathroom. My screams for help got the motel emps to dial 911, and police car came screaching down pacific avenue and got me. I told them at the station what they did, and after lots of talking and paperwork, they took me to the lifeguard tower where the incident was nearest to. They, all the guard force, and several AC police officers, had them line up and everyone was laughing at me and thought it was real funny, 2 big muscle dudes, beating on a frail little shrimp who has trouble beating his 7 rear old girl cousin at the time, in an arm wrestle, and by ten, she slammed me down like I was trying to hold off a freight train, and she was just an average 5 foot 80 pound 10 year old girl. I am not into sports, I see this huge sham of the gods for exactly what it is, A DISTRACTION TO AVOID THE NIGHTMARE OF NON-OBLIVION, EVER, EVER, EVER. Bullies think they are so tough, real heros, like our bully-hero? us military: common, can’t you see what bullies live 4, our blood? Getting off on picking on those that cannot defend themselves, well, how do u spell the total epitome of shame? My poor mother had just met Sarah, at her great jitbag water company in ACNJ, http://www.acmua.com , and that night she went to bed and fell into a restless and ugly sleep, you know the kind, the kind that keeps the AMBIEN’S in business, and part of the BILLIONAIRES. She dreamed that big Sarah approached her at her office, and demanded a property we had in LONG BEACH ISLAND, IN BRANT BEACH TOWNSHIP, NEW JERKSEY, NOT MISPELLED. Sarah, in my dreams, demanded A LARGE MOTORCYCLE TYPE OF CHAIN, BACK IN 1969 IN EARLY MIDDISH dECEMBER, shortly after my 15th birthday, as michael mountainpen. 15 is a very powerful number for sarah, so is its inverse of 51, and only one of many examples, in a military area that in named by this number, shortly after the so called crashed alien ship, in Rosewell, New Mexico. Both 51 & 15, are going to be harped on major big time, throughout the rest of the MORIANITY BIBLE. The last time Sarah and all her friends, and I, saw each other in my human life here; we were on the local bus that went from the ‘then’ Arkansas Avenue Bus Terminal, all the way to Philadelphia, passing both the water works, which back in 1970, the only acmua office, was the old building on Main Street, in Olesantville,as it wasn’t for 8 more years in ’78, that they constructed that ugly building at 401 Virginia Avenue, in ACNJ. Both myself, and Sarah and her large gang of girlfriends, got off at exact stops. My stop was in Oaklyn, a half block from my apartment door, and they got off at the water works, to see their aunt Victoria, who used to tell me that I had “THE MOST GORGEOUS HAIR”, over and over again, I was scared she wanted to rape me, the way she looked at me, and her bi-sexual boyfriend, mister Thomas J. Reale, did in fact rape me. When I escaped all this horrific shit, I was on my way home, and Sarah knew I’d be on that bus. The all sat there, she was still calling me, ‘THAT BOY, THERE’S THAT BOY’ while her friends also said stuff, and scared me. Two years later, my mom and I went to see the snowstorm at the shore, it was quite a site, deep snow on a jersey beach, all the way to where it meats the ocean waves. Right near where this frightening girlgang got off that night by the Plesantville Water Works, [ACMUA]; the bus was traveling slowly due to weather conditions, and they somehow knew mom and I would be on that bus, and Sarah threw a powerful snowball at the bus, striking the precise window that mom and I were sitting at. She is so godsdamn powerful, it is frightening. That thick large hard bus window smashed into pieces and broke out, with a sound so loud, that my mother never heard too well again out of her right ear, as she was at the window seat. Remember, Sarah in an upline world loves me with all her giant teen queen heart, but downline, here in this f—ked up reality, she abhores and detests me, as I never showed any romantic interest in her, and u just do not act that way to a honest to gods SUPER-CHICK like her. I saw her a year after that, also from the window of a bus, run full speed without even looking down, across the small dangerous waterpipe near what used to be, and back then was, the R U F F U FORD car dealership, and without looking down, it is unthinkable how she could accomplish this, as anyone knows that is local to Jersey shore area, that pipe has ring like upstructions every yard or so, only a girl that can defy gravity and fly like an honest to god super-girl, could do this, no not even disney’s LIZZY MCGUIRE could pull that off, let alon throw a snow ball with so much force that the bus wobbled, and the driver had to stop until he could calm down and stop shaking, his exact words I heard him tell to a Plesantville Constaple On Patrol, where you get the abbreviation of COP from, by the way. What u still do not have full awareness to, even if you are 100% current in MB, is that a i5 year old boy, with a very troubled life, from Oaklyn, NJ, fits deeply and hellishly into all this SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE situation. My parents in 1970, were divorced, as dad was a treasure hunter, working both with the great mel fisher and kip wagner, the 2 famous at the time ‘jocque cousto’s’, in the treasure location and salvage game, their companies being the real 8 corp and treasure salvors inc. My father was shown by the great Sarah-Stacey JKK, wher hundreds of millions of dollars in booty brom spanish treasure galleons, had been sunk. When she wants to add beautiful things from our world to her kanwal celestrial astral palace, she causes diana the earth lightning goddess to generate numerous spiraling electrical storms in an area over her waters, HURRICANES, and then she proceeds to sink the ship, and collect the beautiful things for entry to her great palace. But she told my dad where stuff was, and mother divorced him, and too much occured for me to try to tell today. Back to the 15 year old boy Russel Thaxton. He had no way of knowing that on a particular night, my mom would not be homw, we were friends from school, and socialized occasionally, no big scene. He knew I had no brothers nor sisters, but how could he have known to walk 3 miles from someone he was staying with, all the way to oaklyn,nj, from haddonfield, nj, where I lived with mom in a small apartment on oakland avenue. He knew my mom would break him in pieces, if he had rung the doorbell at after one AM on a school night, for any reason other than needing the hynick manuver done in the next 20 seconds. But she was out that night, with her boyfriend Sid Crown. The reason Russ Thaxton was out and needed to be with a buddy he could confide in, will become clear momentarily. He did not get along well at home, and was living with grandparents, the story of his parents is truly awful. Girl walking down a filly city street, dirtbag guy likes gir, then rapes girl. The offspring—-poor Russ. Since the grands took him in, establishment did not force him to be orphaned and grow up to manhood in either fostercare, institutional, or homed out, with schmucks that usually only do it to get financial benefits. As I type, there is a nasty chopper attack here at the Hammonton Library, Suck my lungs donaldsmoke, u impress me like a ton of monkey cum. He came over dead drunk, after putting down a full fifth of good old russuin vodka, 15 years old and soaking wet weight of just over a buck 20, he was dancing with the moonbeams, but all this was part of Sarah’s HUGE PLOT OF DOOM, FOR ALL CONCERNED. It seems, the lady and her husband, both schoolteachers at our school, well, the lady teacher was more than interested in Russ, for purposes of helping a young lad better reach maturity in a decent and healthy way. She molested him sexually, over and over, Mrs. Goodfellow, and they went on later to marry, he joined the USMC, they had a baby, she left her loyal husband and family of12 years, to fall in love with a child, and basicly wreck his life. Marriage lasted a few years, and then invitations to the divorce lawyers were sent. Anyway, he comes over having been awakened from another bl–j–, took a fifth of vodka from their kitchen, and drank it straight from the bottle, while walking 3 freggin miles from his pad to mind, rang the bell, and I thought I’d shit when I saw him all pink eyed and swaying, at that ungodsly hour. One thing led to the other, he tells me his whole story that I am now telling onto MB [MORIANITY BIBLE], andI was so shocked, I had to wipe my but in the bathroom, no lie. Then we got really’60’s rapping’ as we all called it then, where dya think the talking music got its name, us boomers made the mess out of the world, blaming it on the WW2 war-gen, ALL COP OUTS, and bull. Abridging a very unplesant long story, he finished talking, grabed a tiny dumbell given to me by mom’s boyfriend, to ‘toughen me up a bit’, I never used it, could barely get 10 pounds off the ground for crissake, but he had one in each arm, lying flat on his back and did well over 100 presses with each arm, kid was a dynamo, of course I wasn’t equal to most 9 year old girls. Anyway, I tell him about Sarah, the magic chain, how she stole it in a dream and then it ‘really was gone’, and on and on. I left nothing out friend, NOTHING, even showed him the equivelant to the TEENAGED VERSION OF MB. It was called the BOOK OF BEACH, hey why the hell not, it was all about a city on the beach, and the dangerous but mysterious, and froghtening inhabitants that I met there, first while vacationing at the trinidad motel on TENNESSEE AVENUE, with my mother 8 times, every late june and mid august fr0m 1965 through 1968. Starting in 69, I was allowed to go by local bus, very convenient, door to door, and my little paper route gave me the loot I needed to get bus tickets, and have a lunch there, etc. Way too many strange and spurious events occured, to even think about trying to get into any specifics right now, that is what LATER ON if for. I am under heavy milituforce AIR-SIEGE today, yesterday it was on the ground asaults, lots of noise, they love to use noise against those they consider their enemy, remember how they blasted AND BLASTED LOUD MUSIC AND LOUD TALKING MEGASPEAKERS AT THE BRANCH DAVIDIANS IN WACO TEXAS IN THE NINETIES? Nothing they do to me is unrecognized by me, from what I know is being done to many other of their enemies, and we wonder why we have enemies around the world. We preach human rights and freedom, and then torture and kill innocent women and children around the world, in a long run takeover plan of WORLD DOMINATION, AND I MEAN T O T A L!!!!!!!!!!! When there was no internet blogging and the whole info highway was first under construction, I tried getting my message out with FAKE PHONE CONVERSATIONS. My electronic equipment, could alter voice sounds, so I could talk as me, and then change sine wave to talk as my ‘other end of phoner’. I’d spill my living gutts, making some hotass tapes, that really got the meassage out there. Many of the huge dow jones drops over the last 18 years or so was due to a major score. Just the right things said, make 12 copies on a second hand copier that made 4 at 4 times normal speed, and I was able to really punch out some copies. One night, before knowing about the water company or any of the stuff I learned from 1996 through 2006, by pure random chance, I placed 4 tapes on boardwalk benches near showboat and trumps-taj casinos, just a few blocks from 401 Virginia ACMUA, and the very next day, IRAQ INVADED KAWAIT. At present, I have insufficient info to accurately tie together every exact loose end, but I can make claim in all honesty, that the stuff going on over there in the persian gulf, all this terrorism crap, and all this shit I am telling u about in ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, is all totally neatly tied and wrapped together, fitting as does, the perfect glove, including disco queen Donna Summer, as well. Jesus the great mesiah, quite a few years back, said 2 fastenating and documented things to the apostle PETER. First he starts out praising him for his enlightened ‘knowing’ that jesus was the son of god, and then went on to tell him that he would build the entire church and faith system upon him, as he is a firm solid rock, and he will recieve keys to the kingdom. He is in charge of security so top speak of the giganic system and networking of giant astral highways leading into and out of ‘heaven’ SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, AS WE ASTRAL PLANERS REFER TO IT AS. bUT NOT 5 MINUTES LATER, JESUS WENT ON TO EXPLAIN TO HIM, AND THE OTHER DISCIPLES, ABOUT HIS PLAN TO SAVE HUMAN BEINGS FROM THEIR EVIL SELVES, AND WHEN PETER HEARD OF JESUS’S PLAN TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AS THE LAMB FOR THE WORLD TO GAIN SALVATION THROUGH THE SHEDDING OF HIS BLOOD, PETER JUMPED UP, HOLLARING, NEVER SHALL THIS BE CONE TO YOU MASTER. Hay, speaking humanly, a helluva nice comeback statement for a real friend who cares about u to make, or so u would think. But Jeses answered him back in loud but controlled utterings, saying, “GET BEHING ME SATAN”. Jssh, he just called his pal the devil, right after saying he was gonna be the rock of his church, and upon death, would be in charge of the city gates, and besides that, wo, he said he likes u to much to see you get crucified by the evil roman emoire, on a cross. BUT U R NOT C-ING THE BIG PICTURE, AND IF YOU INSIST ON READING THESE SCRIPTURES 3 DIMENSIONALLY, YOU’LL NEVER GET THE CLEAR PICTURE. What was going on was E T T O S, [ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISION SYSTEM], from some of the other olympian gods, one of them being APPOLOLUCIFER. It was not peter, but this crudbag other god influencing peter on his mental channel, through the powers of ETTOS. Years ago I passed out leaflets calling my princess, the disco queen, SATAN, THE DEVIL. If someone allows appololucifer to operate successfully through their mental channel, did my 62nd grandfather do any less to the great APOSTLE PETER, THE ROCK OF THE FRIGGIN CHRISTIAN CHURCH, for crissake? What she did, and allowed to continue, to me, through her sick and diseased games, is uncintionable, I so saith again, GET AWAY FROM ME DONNA SUMMER, YOUR DEVIL. Maybe love is unkind, and maybe the twins fell the day before you went to the waverly, but if I am so wrong and twisted, and my mind is so messed up as you say, THEN WHAT’S WITH THE WIG ON YOUR HEAD ALL THEASE YEARS, TO MAKE YOU APPEAR LIKE THE GREAT SARAH? Ever since the ATLANTIC OCEAN, THROUGH ME, wrote ‘LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS’ back in early june of 80, you could not wait to get on that show a few months later, and wear your hair the exact way she does, just as I state these facts, in that song. Anyway, when mother had her’CHAIN DREAM’ after meeting SSJKK for the first time at her job at ACMUA, sarah offered her 50 grand for the property. This property was owned by my mom’m father, my grandfather, director assistant of education at the university of pennsylvania. It was lost in a forced bankruptcy, equivelant to a donald trump hostile takeover, u know, they box u in, fuktabingle with u and squeeze, and then call the loan, evil trumpites are running rampant now, starting with the ronald reagen greed corporation of 1981, I can tell u that I did not vote for the bastard, first or 2nd election. The human race sees him as a hero, what a laugh when guys like lincoln and carter deserve your praise a nonillion times more than this bum ever could. Saw him wandering around ricktown not long ago, he asked me how to get to the united states, he appears to be lost. The sonuvabitch is lost all right, and he’s not gonna find the united states. Let me tell u how u can use illusion to fool your higher levels of mentalness into believing a lie, that can in some cases help, but others, hurt u, so listen carefully as to proper usage of this technique. Pick a bright starry night and go to a not so well lit ares. Put your head up at the stars, do not look away from the sky-roof’. Now begin to spin around with arms outstretched, around and around and count one mississippi, 2, and so forth up to at least 50, then come to a direct stop after spinning just as fast as u are physically able to. Now keep looking up, stand still, try not to fall over, and if u are very old or too ill, natually, do not do this. Watch the stars now, while u do nothing at all. U forced the stars around and around as u were spinning, and now that u have got their undivided attention, they are going to spin for u. After it stops, go the other way and repeat this exercise. If you’re life is running bad, never never do this, but if things start turning around and it is getting better for u, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT. It forces magnetics to stay in the direction that they are already in for you presently, and even more, it begins to even amplify the direction, either positively or negatively, the gods help u. You would say, GOD HELP YOU. There are many gods, and the christian bible admits to this, and goes on to say that only the great SSJKK is the one for us fleshmen here to be worshipping. I worship and adore her more than the human race could ever know, SHE IS MY TEEN-QUEEN, and always has been, and always will be. Now, a bit more on parallel event. If u have a present-time-roulette- table running say, a 5:1 PE [PARALLEL-EVENT], on the 3rd parametet of RED-BLACK, that is to say that after 30 EVEN-LOW OUTCOMES occuring since u walked up to this table, next-spin statistic is 5for red, and 25 for black, the spread of one occurance over the other is equals 25 minus 5 for a 20-SPREAD. Later in the game, as long as this 5:1 ratio continues, and you would only place bets there should it continue, lets bring the math problem a bit further along now: Table now has a total of 60 EVEN-LOW’S. This is twice the 30, but the ratio is still at 5:1. Now this means that only 12 red outcomes follow on the next spin, but 48 black spin outcomes follow on the next spin. Again with simple subtraction, the spread between one outcome of black and the other outcome of red is 48 minus 12. So if you wer placing bets from the 20 unit spread resulting from 25 minus 5, now instead of 20 units, you have 48 minus 12, or a 36 spread, so starting with a 20 soread, and playing to a 36 spread, equals 36 minus 20 or a SIXTEEN UNIT SPREAD. People have laughed at me when I talk about gett ing sixteen chips, or even just 1,2,3,4 — hay assholes, you can bet chips of any color, red, green, black, purple, orange. All tables in ACNJ allow 1000 dollar outside roulette bets, that’s an easy 16 wins, or 16 grand for an afternoon standing at a table, stick-figure charting 12 paeallel events, sipping ginger ale, and looking at pretty cocktail waitresses. Yea, on red chip 5 dollar value, 16 chips is 80 smacks, but on green 25 dollar level it is $400, on black 100$ level, it would become one thousand six hundred dollars, the purple 500 dollar chips at 16 wins would pull in a cool 8 grand, and orange babies as I callem or $1,000.00 chips, well u go ahead and win 16 more times than you lose in a few hours, and walk out with 16 grand, and do this twice a day for a month, and I would be proud to be your undertaker, cause they aint down there in ACNJ to let u have their $, they are there for yours. And see, the 5:1 PE did not ever change, u c, the math works this way, in a nutshell” The longer an event goes with 50/50 chance things, the attempt to reach parity or equalness, forever increases, hence 50/50 chances are equally outcomed at infinity. However, thepercentages go down as parities are attempting to reach and merge ad infinity, yet simutaneously, the gap or spread, in a linear number, measured in units/chips, always grows larger and farther apart, hence a good established PE should be played until the ratio drops, such as with the example og 6:1, dropping back to 5 or 4; or a 4:1, dropping down to 3. But remember, a steady minimum 4:1 PE, and you can expect a 7% advantage in roulette, of course nothing is ever too good, you must forgive the table for building in a legal advantage to beat us, which is their’ZERO EFFECT’, CALLED THAT BECAUSE THE ZERO NUMBERS ARE COLORED GREEN, AND ON SINGLE ZERO GAME TABLE, YOU LOSE ALL YOUR OUTSIDE BET WHEN THIS COMES OUT, OR ON TABLES WITH A 0 AND A DOUBLE 0, SAME ODDS, THE EXTRA 0 MEABS 2 TIMES THE CHANCE FOR THE HOUSE VIG TO STRIKE, BUT WHEN IT DOES STRIKE, THEY CAN ONLY REMOVE HALV OF YOUR OUTSIDE BET AMOUNT, EXAMPLE, BET 100, LOSE ON GREEN WITH ONLY ONE AT TABLE, LOSE 100, BUT IF TWO GREENS ARE ON TABLE, YOU ONLY LOSE 50 BUCKS. AN EVIL MAN STARTED A VISCIOUS RUMOR ABOUT ME, RIGHT AFTER THE LAST TIME i EVER SAW SARAH AND HER FRIENDS IN THE HUMAN REALM AS MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, AND i KNOW THEY PUT HIM UP TO IT, he had the blatent testicals to tell everyone in town, that I had freaked out, and gone nuts. Lots og guilty viscious and totally evil people around here, wish I would go off and lose it, KEEP A WISHIN’ YA BOWLS OF UP-CHUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! The GIANT TRIPPLE EX * ASTERISK KEMTRAIL,was placed in the sky, by order of sarah’s human world family, to let me know in 1969, that I now have a powerful enemy in the human world, that was hellbent on wrecking and ruining my innocent pathetic little life. I did nothing to deserve being beaten up and cursed at by the AC beach patrol, I did not deserve sexual molestation, having everything I ever did in my life financially ruined, made sick, and the list goes on and on. I am going to get in contact with CIVIL LIBERTIES people, I”ll fight these skummytoiletlappers, till the godsdamn sun blows out of the sky and incinerates this sick evil world. Of course, we astral dreamers merely dream other places, and with the CHARMED-CLEANERS magical powers of hyper-interdimensionalization, we would never know the difference, the sun, the entire universe, woudn’t matter 1 frikin kit. I know mortal mind has trouble grasping these concepts, but it is only so true, UNFORTUNATELY, U C, THERE JUST AINT NO OBLIVION. YOU ARE HERE. SAY THAT 6OO TIMES, I AM HERE, THEN SEE THE TRUTH. TIME, EVERYTHING TANGIBLE, ALL OF IT, THAT IS NOT HERE, WE PUT IT IN SO TO SPEAK, TO GIVE US OUR DREAMS IN PHYSICALLITY. Yes, when Russ Thaxton, got me to burn my book of beach, maybe he thought it was a good thing, but years later in adult life, I was able to look at this from a hindsight perspective, and see, Mrs. Goodfellow gave him that BJ that night, for a bigger cosmic reason than waking up horney and wanting to do it with a child, no way, how could he have known to come over, I never talked to him about my mom dating, not something I was proud nor too happy about, no it was all part of a huge cosmic plot. THE PLOT WAS TO GET RID OF THE ORIGINAL EVIDENCE, THE BOOK OF BEACH, as these journal writings, if now in my possession, I’m totally confident, would aid me in a major way, in my quest to get JUSTICE FROM THESE WICKED CHILD MOLESTORS, NOTICE THE ‘COOINCIDENCE HERE’? rUSS MOLESTED TO GET HIM OVER TO MY APARTMENT ALL DRUNK AND UPSET, ME MOLESTED TO GET ME TO COME RUNNING TO SARAH? Sorry sollie, not buyin’ into any of this horrific shit for a singe microseck. On top of that, the huger kicker still, is where Mr. Thomas J. Reale, of Somers Point, NJ, molested me: He owned the entire block in Vetnor, NJ, the town just south of ACNJ, of CORNWALL AVENUE AT THE BAY, just east of the big marina towers building. What did he eventually turn the block into, forever destroying evidence of where he raped and molested me, I’ll gladly tell ya my wonderful MORIANS, the vetnor water works, Both Brigantine, to the north of ACNJ, and Vetnor, to the south of ACNJ, are all sister companies to the AC MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, again the website is: http://www.acmua.com . Well, they wrecked my blog om May 26th, and I said if they keep messing with me, an earthquake would come, just as the one I caused to show that I remember what they did to my mother, making her die a grusome terrible painful lingering death, after the dream sarah gave to her.They did this the day after x-mas, and that is why I caused the huge tidal wave in the indian ocean late in ’04. If this does not back off, I do not dare blog my next move, but you’ll all know it, real damn soon, the MOMENT THAT IT OCCURS. My loyal morians have nothing to fear from me, only my viscious and evil enemied do, THAT’T A P R O M I S E. =============================================================================== Friday, June 02, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 18 Confused Order Of MB Chapters, Explained =============================================================================== Good morning to the worlds of HS, the 6th-D thought, and to my old pals and chums, THE LAWTRONS from dimension seven. I will start by saying that my knowledge of comp. & internet, and all these things like blogs, is improving, but I have a long way to go. Even in this sequence of dreams, I confess to being closer to a centurian than a new born-babe, so let me plug along & keep doing all I can. Chapters are as follows: SIMPLY PUT, THEY ARE IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, AND DATES ARE ALL POSTED, BOTH ON BLOG PAGE, AND PRINT OUT SHEETS, SO READ THE DATE, AND THE EARLIEST DATE IS CHAPTER ONE. Then, the next date later, duh, is ch. 2, and so on and so forth. All the sub-title names of the chapters are still recognized, but somehow, when I started this blog, I ended up with 3 seperate parts to MB, quite by accident, so sorry my readers, and please remember, that it is organized in DATE-ORDER, and if things are not perfectly connected even still, remember that this is not an ordinary writing, book, biography, or what have you. Now that is permanently out of the way, shall we move on in MB [M O R I A N I T Y B I B L E]. I told you one example of literally 10’s of thousands like it, when mr. A.B. of the phone company in autumn of ’87, told me “you’re being messed with”. This man went on to become an executive in the phone company, for later denying to people that he ever said that. I know, because when I tried, year after year, during other times of major phone siege, to use this to bring creability to my charges against the-gods know who that were doing this miserable shit to me, everyone involved would not let me take this evidence beyond my verbal accusation that this indeed did happen to me, and that I indeed was told this in all seriousness, by the man who back in 1987, was a lineman-foreman. These are how many in the business world move up, not that everything is no good and crooked, I can only tell u that whan I’m involved, and try to tell and secure help, u don’t seriously think that they’re gonna let heads roll, for poor little nobody me, do-ya? What I did not tell my loyal morians yet, is a night in late summertime in 1986, at the GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL CASINO, IN GOOD OL’ A T L A N T I C C I T Y, NJ: I just left the casino after kicking some but using PARALLEL-EVENT TEK, APPLIED TO ROULETTE, THE GAME OF APPOLOLUCIFER BY THE WAY, went to start my car and nothing, dead as jacob marley’s famous doorbell, mister dickens. I walked to the boardwalk, and placed a call to triple A automobile club, from a payphone on the boards, this was the caveman-pre-cell days, the-gods, how I lovedem, and missem. I was told that within an houe, the auto club truck would arrive to get me towed or jump-started, whatever the case may need do be. An hour passed, and then, nearly 2 hours. So back up to the boards from the casino outside parking lot, I trudged for a second time, and again, made another call to triple-A auto. The guy said to me after I gave my name and what my trouble was, “why are you playing games with us, Mr. Mountainpen, you called us pracically right back after your first call to us, and said that u were able to get your vehicle running, and not to bother coming out”. I of course DID NO SUCH FREAKING THING, BUT THE GOLDEN CRUDGET THOUGHT THIS WAS REAL FUNNY TO DO TO ME, SLIMY RAT-BADTARDS. HA-HA-HA-HA, AREN’T WE SO GROWN UP & MATURE. Think that’s bad and sick? My doctor passed away from cancer late in’99, and no one ever informed me. I had been his patient, DOCTOR FRANK ADDIEGO, on park avenue in haddon township new jersey, since I was a lad of ten years, the time that I FIRST MET THE ALL MIGHTY ssjkk IN HER HUMANWORLD FORMOUT. nONE OF MY MEDICAL RECORDS WERE PROPERLY SENT TO ANYONE, NO REFEREALS, NOR WAS I EVER CONTACTED REGARDING HIS PASSING [waking up out to his astral reality]. The medication I had been taking since 1983 to ease the chocking in my throat and glands, caused by a [GENE RODDENBURY PUNISHMENT COLLAR], left me able to barely breathe, and hardly swallow or eat or drink, I was a very sick dude, and eventually died from this horiffic attack of pure ANGELIQUE DUBOIS WITCHCRAFT, for those old enough to be fans of the afternoon soap show, DARK SHADOWS, NICE INNITIALS DONNA, anyway, barnabas collins was attacked in the same manner, his witch was angie, mine was sarah. Am I daring to call the allmighty a witch, DAMN RIGHT, WHEN THE SHOE FITS BABYLOVE, WEAR IT WITH HIOT VOLTAGE ZAPPING THROUGH IT. tHE ATAVAN WAS BEING TAKEN SO i COULD LIVE AND EAT AND BRATHE, AND WITHOUT IT i die a viscius and painful death. One day when I went to refill the script, I learned FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK you buddy, DIE. I was cut off cold friggin turkey in the late spring of 2000, shortly after they murdered my mother, already in a very vulnerable position, and these rat skuz licking dushwods did this to me, after murdering my mother, another UNKNOWN MED-CONDITION. Both JEFF IN PENNSYLVANIA, AND KENNEDY, IN JERSY, neither horse-pistol could ever get to the bottom of my chocking glandular disorder, nor what killed my mother slowly over a lingering hellish 27 month period, all the medical experts were stimied, BUT I FRIKIN KNEW, SUPERNATURAL POWER. hOW DO I KNOW IT IS REAL, COME TO THE BEACH WITH ME AND I WILL GO AND WORK UP TO 200 KNOTS IF U DON’T BELIEVE ME, EVER SEE A HUMAN BEING GO FROM MARGATE TO BRIGANTINE IN A COUPLE OF MINUTES, I’VE FUDGEN DONE IT, SO HELP ME THE GODS, AND MY SKIN WAS BURNED SO BAD THAT MORNING IN ’97, I NEVER AGAIN WENT MORE THAN A GOOD SWIMMER CAN SWIM, BUT i PROBABLY IN A PROTECTIVE SUIT, COULD REACH SPEEDS THAT EVEN I DO NOT DARE DWELL ON. IF I BE LYING, MAY I NEVER REACH OBLIVION AND KNOW ETERNAL PEACE AND REST. Then their were ten or more staged car axes, I’ll quickly discuss 2 ofem. Driving in sicklerville, a guy in a license plate that read 666 and I won’t give out the letters for my personal safety, back in 1995, about the time I was beginning, what is now referred to by me as MORIANITY BIBLE, THE OLD TESTAMENT, anyway, it was a set up. He somehow manuvered me to strike a dude in front of him. I couldn”t see the plot since both shitheads were in on it, At the same split second and for no good reason, the car 2 ahead slams his breaks to the metal, while the 666 prick between us veered instantly right onto a large side street that could handle a quick 35 mile an hour turn, and even though I do not ever talegate, I still could not totally stop in time, and ended up hitting, from behind as you lose everytime from a rear slam, and the 666 dude vanished down a side road that had an exit. Meanwhile, even with no air bag pop, just a small hit, the guy and gal, and 3 children, a huge set up, all claimed injury whiplash, and took my insurance company for 50 or more grand, and my rates went sky high for doing nothing wrong, and my new saturn junker, was now a total junker. Lost MY FREGGIN ASS ON THAT AX. But it gets better, friends, as; back the prvious summer in ’94, I am driving the two singe lane road that runs from hammonton,nj, kessler horse-pistol [hospital], into route 9, the twisty curvy road of the starburst holy spirit witchcraft high school, where my big super sarah and her ACPD brother frank, attended. Anywho, a mexican-american dude for no reason comes into my lane and hits me head on, a few miles shy of the horse-pistol. Neighbors witnessed the ax. Totally obviously not my fault, but along comes a hammonton,nj, mexican american constaple on patrol, and guess who got a ticket and was chargable in the ax? Prudential insurance never talked to my witnesses, never fought for me at all, called me a crook on many occasions, treated me like total frikin shit, and made me pay through the roof for insurance, upping the preems, and left me with a broken car. When I scream and cry to a congressman, I am run around and basicly all-out FFFUUUCCCKKKEEEDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Herman Rhoule, inventor of roulette, was a trappis monk from the 16th century, a very good friend of mine, who commited suicide after 32 years of trying to defeat his own game, after inventing it. Appololucifer, gave him this game through the mental channel, E T T O S. Ettosian technologhy is not really just THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION, BUT ALL MENTAL PROCESSES, EMOTION, MEMORIES, THOUGHTS, ETC. What man calls by disease names, both for body and brain, is done by super micronic micro-robotics, germs viruses, many things, that are under the total control of APPOLOLUCIFER, HIS FULL NAME REDUCED TO LETTER ORDER IN BIBLICAL DAYS GIVING ME A NAME-NUMBER OF SIX-HUNDRED-SIXTY- SIX, EXAMPLE MY NAME NUMBER IF I WAS BORN TOM JOE PENN, is the total of all the letters in this way: A is the first letter, a 1. B is the second letter, a 2. Y is the 25th letter, a 25, and so on. Every letter in your name is totalled up and this is your NAME-NUMBER. Roulette has a 0 and a double 0, and numbers 1,2,3,4, on up to 36. Addem all up, go ahead, and wheeeeee, 6 6 6. Ettos, was used against SSJKK in her human form, when I ignored her in her city on the human world in the19 sixties. Other gods and goddesses, took her true astral realm love for me [THAT-BOY], and transmitted hate emotions, after removing and omitting her love emotions. Go ahead, human race, be darkagers forever, and c if I care: I’m tellinya that all our thoughts, emotions, memories, all of it, are these gods, living through our physicallity, and producing an illusion to us, that our dreams in this dreamwords are so damn tangible and caporial. Scientists will admit that we are all, and I mean earth itself, the moon, the stare, all of it, just a bunch of tiny subatomic and seperate little particles that are held and forced togethwer by gravitronic forces, still far beyond our grasp and fathomability. Another fastenating thing that occured just when I started searching for the great SSJKK, in my adult life, that many people whom knew me at the time were telling me was all part of a so-called ‘MID-LIFE CRISES’, wasbefore even learning that she worked for the waterworks in ACNJ, http://WWW.ACMUA.COM , ONE OF HER BEST FRIENDS, A GIANT BEAUTY QUEEN NAMED PAULA KING, had a father whom lived in the big green and white circular building near the inlet’s large long stone fishin and beach saving jeddy. He also owned many parking lots, and was connected, wiseguy style not known, but with the jersey dangerous casinos. Upon parking one day in HIS LOT, he came up to me and demanded to know what my itinery was, was I going to the casino or to the beach? Shocked and off-guard from this action, as he had no right to walk into my face, a paying customer, and demand to know where a person over the age of 21 majority, was going to go, and what he was going to do, I looked right back in a smerking way at this big strong dude, and kept asking him in the nicest way possible, Y H E C A R E D SO DAGAN MUCH what I was going to do, christ [62nd granddaddy[, this was’t 9/11/01 yet. But his insistance did not freakin’ back down, I should have thrown a five dollar bill in his face, got back in my old jalopy, and booked, but instead, I said that “probably I’ll be doing both, but how can I be sure? Finally he sain,” listen to me,ok, ok, the ocean’s polluted, so if u go in to swim, there is a hose near the lifeguard stands or towers, or they can show u where to go, but I want u to hose off before u come back to your car, ok? I just kekt starring at this wierd asshole, and he repeated again, OK, OK, Everything he would say was followed by this rote parrern of OK ? OK? Finally, I half looked away and said. “whatever u say pal”. Now he starts following me a ways, still on his lot and property, and he reminded me the ocean is dirty. “use the hose, like I tell u now, OK? OK? I turned around, starred him down and with an extra deep and authoritive voice, I replied, OK! Then I turned and walked away, as the great D.S. would say, leaving him half mumbling some kind of trash. I did swim, and the water, as always was a bit dirty, the ocean around these paets is, get with it old fool. Nobody I ever met died from a swim in the sea unless they couldn’t get back to shore, NOT EXACTLY MY PROBLEM. I dried off, never looked for a hose, put my clothes back on, and returned to JOHN KING’S PARKING LOT, appearing exactly as I did when I first exited my vehicle. Y he would care about any of this had me totally stiemied, it’s straight out of, well my whole life is, a JAMES PATTERSON NOVEL, for crissake, what is with this WATER thing? I did not yet know that Sarah, my Sarah from years ago, was THE WATER GODDESS, THE GREAT ELDEST DAUGHTER OF JUPITER, who transmitted her lightnings through the vacumn of more than 500 million miles of empty space-vacumn, to our sleeping little world, and woke up our seas and skies, after first creating all the other stars and worlds and our own sun. Her cousin DIANA ARTEEMUS, THE LIGHNING GODDESS OF EATH, ZEUS’S ELDEST DAUGHTER, and the great SSJKK, herself, mutually combined forces to bring life to this world we now think we are living on, it is all really as elaborate ENERGY-DREAM. Notice how the EVIL EMPIRE IS GETTING THEIR WAY AGAIN WITH DOW GOING UP AND PHILLIES GETTING BURNED? I have taken lots of their shit, and I am tired of it. They murdered my best friend, DAVID ROTH, my mother, david’s mother, and me, over and over, but I do not stay dead, so fukem. I just hope some people don’t C my blog as a glorified pitty party and a haters and complainers list of and against life, for this is simply N O T S O. Trechary and evil beyond normal mans mind to c and accept the existance of it, is being done to me, I am not doing things to evil PURE EVIL IS FUCKING WITH ME, MY MORIANS, PURE FRIGGIN EVIL, BECAUSE OF WHO AND WHAT I AM, BASICLY MY FAMILY LINE. SCREW RONNIE HOWARD AND DONALD BROWN, FORGET THE MADE UP STUFF, JESE HAD BROTHERS AND SISTERS, AND THIS IS DOCUMENTED. SI IS THE FACT THAT HIS ELDEST BROTHER HAD TWO SONS, AND THE YOUNGER OF THEM [RICTAFARIUS], WAS A GOOD FRIEND OF DIAN ARTEEMUS ON THE HUMANWORLD PLANE, AND FROM THIS LINE, DOWN ALL THE WAY TO THE QUEEN OF SCOTLAND, THE GREAT MARY, MY UNCLE STU WAS NAMED AFTER, AND I AM A DIRECT DESCENDANT OF JESUS, U BET SATAN HATES MY EFEN GUTS, NOT FOR WHO I AM, BUT FOR WHO HE WAS. Now, if anyone wants to really be a millionaire, not the TV crap, open an on-line account, and tell your broker that all u will be doing is SHORTING DOW FUTURE CONTRACTS. Now every single day that u want to make a day trade and win 4 out of 5 trades by selling short to cash in on a falling market, here is how u need to work the parallel event: Short trade at the open, go on 20 or 30 randomly selected AOL or other chat rooms, many non-AOL’s u need to join and fill out lots of E-forms, but do it, Every ten minutes type in for people to read the morianity bible, and bive my bog addresses, all 3 that appear in the varying sheets at the bottom, answer is the qyuestion, drunken russel and burned beach book. Hit your repeat and it will retype it again and again every ten or 15 min. whatever, this is not exact rocket science, but PARALLEL EVENT TEK is an exact science. You can DOUBLE YOUR NET WORTH EVERY SINGLE WEEK AND GO FROM A 1000 DOLLAR/TOWER ON LINE BROKERAGE ACCOUNT TO MANY MILLIONS IN A SHORT YEAR. iF EVERY ONE GETS ON MY BAND WAGON, LOTS OF WEALTH WILL BE MADE, AND LOTS OF DESERVED JUSTICE WILL FINALLY BE MINE. Don’t laugh, why not try it, if you have lots of bread to bake, then what is risking a lousy grand or so, and then you’ll c, that little dushball mountainpen, sheeeeit, he was right all along, that fat little sonuvabitch =============================================================================== Monday, June 19, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 19 Happy Happers Day =============================================================================== I am under super siege, I have choppers and planes, crash level over me at home, at work, literally in my sleep, as that is of course where they come from to start with. Unconsciousness is what creates the whole LIFE-MOVIE, that we all r in. I know it sounds ludicrus and totally unbelievable, but it is so true friends and fiends. If I am murdered within the next 24 hours, and no more blogs follow this, this dated blog, not bog, blog, man those friggin typos I make, sheehs, anyway, this is a legal and dated, witnessed, dying utterance and declaration. If I do not make a new entry in the next 4 calendar days, my murderers have been PRIOR BLOG LISTED. I have a new friend, a computer hacker/genious, this is where the war is gonna get real damn good, real damn fast, buttholes!!!!!!!!! Paula King has a daughter in many parallel universes, do not think in this one, who is not only smarter than gates himself, but I know when to shut up, there r indeed real honest to the gods chrononauts and hypermovers, that take entire family units with them when they move through the 4th and 5th dimensions. This little ten year old dark haired averaged kid is like no other person that I have ever met, and she put me onto some wild shit, and also it connects my hacker friend, in ways not speakable at this time. In this area of hyperspace, there r major reasons that both paula king and sarah callio do not have off- spring, most of Sarah’s friends from the old gang, mentioned often in my now destroyed BOB, and all I can tell u that would make sense to anyone in 2K6, is that there r rules in physicallity worlds, that even gods and lawtrons must follow, as it is their own rules, and it would be like taking a knife and cutting your own hands and arms and feet and legs, just aint being done, at least by normal people. Now, i must quickly tell u that i lost an enemy hacker sitting right here, a lamist i knew from quite a while back, but i never forget the face of gorgeous women. They all know i am about to let out some wild super cats, get ready babyluv, cause here it comes motortown!!!!! First, mister gates had a lawtronic reason for coming to earth, starting all this machine stuff, as we know it that is in current tek, and now his job has been completed. Paulas daughter told me that if i tell the world too much about how the IMM corp connects into all this, her mother will flatten all my tires again this week as she did just a ways back, that is her interdimensional mother, as remember, here, in our universe, she has no daughter, or if she does, my detectives have been fooled, which aint impossible. Privecode, the machine invented and patented by IMM [INTERNATIONAL MOBILE MACHINES] , as well as mister gates, are both combined in a lawtronic motive program, that the disco queen donna gaines summer sudano, is involved in and may I add, up to her pretty eyeballs in. There is a huge story to this machine, first, it is the reason all the audio responce units now exist, u know, u call the gas company and its “press 1 for this, 2 for that, and 3 for this and that and 4 for getting a nervous breakdown”, and so forth. I had a privecode, a machine invented by IMM to screen telephone calls, connecting a phone with the machine, and then into the line, it would request an access code number, and without one, the machine would not ring, phone ringer was cancelled out. DIANA ARTEEMUS needed me to have this device, in order for her to contact me, as she and I last spoke one night in 1790 as I lay dying in my deathbed in Philly, and she told me that I would be moving to a room in the sun. I thought I was going to move to the sun, what did any of us know way back then about the sun? But in a solarium type apartment room in 1980, she kept her promise that she made me, it is harder for me to believe this than u, but I was fucking Benjamun Franklin. I live here now, as mountainpen, she kept her word to me and only through the power of this super wierd wild machine. When lightning was around, the machine would go off, at first I did not understand any of it, but much later came to hook up many devices, and taught her a series of digit to sentence code transposition system, the pre-set sentences, were channeled to me and she never told me anything that did not perfectly match, either what I would ask her, or what was pertinant to my life at that instant. The story of privecode, lightning godess diana arteemus, her human form counterpart diana ross, and much more, will be discussed at greater length in future blogs. The new age movement was destroyed because I started this quest in my mid-life, to find sarah, as I thought she may be in some way behind my many strange and unexplainable life, and would b able to assist me, and instead, a plot like none you’ve ever read or see, was the reason, that all of this was happening to me in the first place. When mortals allow the illusional timeline to confuse them, it traps them up into an endless quest that can never lead to a true answer, for ex., which was first, the chicken or the egg? Only when u can see that the answer is, as all answers come from in the zero dimensional reality of oneness, that they both occured SIMULTANEOUSLY. This is what tripped me up in my quest for answers, thinking FRIGGIN LINEARLY AND NOT SPACIALLY. Nothing is really behind nor ahead of anything else, just as nothing can end, as it never began, all is frikin one, a super simple concept, that an enlightened few will ever grasp while wearing a coat of flesh. This is y, if u exist, that’s it baby, YOU EXIST, and if you’re waiting around for oblivion and nervana, forget it, won’t happen, not now, not ever. I M M corp, and gates, not connected, but both were necessary for me to reach the stage that I reached, for without the new tek computer, and old arpanet to new internet, never would I have been able to draw the many necessary distinctions, that put it all together like a perfectly fitting glove for me. Whatever I do, it goes the other way, a super LAWTRONIC MOTIVE PROGRAM was so-written mister pharoh ramases. When I was the only one in 83 with all the gagets, privecode, electostatic machines, and numerous computer type [for their day], systems, that drove all the things that brought me to where I am today in life,all others around me thought I was some nutcase trekkor, and I was out of place. Now, it is reversed again, as I have gone the way of candlelight and barnabas collins, and the world has moved into a new age super high tek goofy world, that is heartless, sick, and totally UNNATURAL. It is like all the different times when I would do something, and bang, society trend says this is out, so I stopped, boom, now it is back in, over, and over, to the point, where only a complete blind foolish idiot, would not come to seriously wonder if there isn’t something super strange acting on and against me, way way beyond the law of any normal COOINCIDENDE FACTOR. Just as I got spiritual so to speak, in my search for sarah, and the new age movement had started also in that direction, again, another boom kazam batman deal, the world turned 180 degrees, and went the other way. The music changed back, uglier than ever, how anyone of any age can call noise music, or talking music a thing of talent, well, I’m permitted my opinion, so IMHO for internet courtesy. I go red, it goes black, I bull and stock bottoms to shit, the one time I bought a property in somerdale, new jersey, I lost 30,000 bucks, I was forced out by inconceivable horrific neighbors, and values from 1997-2000 in that area of the county and state, went to shit, now I am told, if I had been able to tough it out, I’d be worth a quarter million, LAWTRONICS MUST KICK IN OF COURSE, can’t have poor shithead mountainpen ever prosper or have any degree of happiness, so it is written, so it is ramases done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I know how real a motive program from lawtrons is, I am in this fucking eternal hell, don’t judge me, ya pricks, not till yow walz a mile or 2 down my unfathomable and horrendous road!!!!!!!!! Paula King rang my doorbell and I will never know why. The maintnanceman and some neighbors saw her and for days were asking me who my giant beauty queen girlfriend is. I did not have an answer for them, I guess in honesty I still do not, always more questions than answers, I have a song with those very lyrics, written by me in 96, the music part in 88, and cpyrighted both dates. 12+7=19, and12x7=84. Now subtract the 19 from the 84 and there is the 20th century year that I met Sarah, and was sent to a mental hospital shortly thereafter, for totally flipping out, that’s a story in itself, babyluv. My book of beach would be so handy if russ thaxton had not come over that wee early morn in december 69, and convinced me to burn the bitchin thing. In it, I tell how a girl in sarah’s gang, who knew my friend ZIGGY well, remember the antipollution spot I told u about, anyway, she was talking about a book her mother was writing about a woman dying a slow lingering death, after waking up from a dream where her friend sarah was demanding a property on the island to the north [L B I], and stating she would not pay her more than 50 grand for it, and to sell or else. When she refused, the death dream struck, and on and on, predicting my mothers future by just under 30 frickin years. NO GODSDAMN WAY COULD THESE THINGS JUST BE HAPPENING COINCIDENTALLY TO ME, MY FRIENDS, MY FAMILY, NO DAMN WAY JOSIE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I used to play rouleete games on paper, at posts, inbetween rounds, where I worked as a security officer, I would notice that every time without fail, pick any system, and stick with it, doesn’t matter, every time I’d get airial harrasement or the sun would come out and annoy me and blind me through a very bright and unprotected window, the system at that point would fail, hence I’d start losing, but each time the clouds would come back to shade me from that hot miserable stinking summer sun, and when the planes and choppers went away for a while, the system would win, and this happened day after day, for a year of paper play, on ten different systems. Systems do not do a thing, MAGNETICS are behind it all pal. If 4 years & years some force or organized group of runtslapping rockchucking dirtbag slimeaters, can make your life a total HELL, and do it totally covertly, and thereby get away with it and alays get their way and win at it, you have not only got bad mags, but years and years of negative cosmic real estate, forever lost to u, u can’t get it back ever. If u have a million bucks, and lose 50 at the slots, and make millions more at your profession as some big brain surgeon, u still can never retrieve the 50 lost at the slots, and when and if u can grasp the full meaning of what O am trying to convey to you, maybe then YOU WILL FINALLY UNDERSTAND ME AND MY HELL, JUST A FRIKIN-WEE BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I meant to say KELLY< the famous 19th century basevall player’s greatX4 grand S O N, I said father, my error. My birthday is december 4, mister paul duedate leviathin stoddard. Dec. is month number 12, and day 4, divide month # by day #, 12 divided by 4 = 3, the 3 lines that converge at the centerpoint, with 120 degree angles, is AN ASTERISK, the asterisk kemtrail sarah gave me after taking my chain from me in both the dream realm and physical plane, was just after my birthday, age 15, on 12/4/54. Also, I meant to say [over the next several games in roulette, and not just the very next individual game}, when I was telling u how a simple equation can tell u when 3,4, or 5 roulette numbers will be coming in more than their 38:1 average. Events are all catalogued and stored in cosmic reality, that isn’t to say that the roulette wheel has a memory, as it is made of non mental mass, and most assuredly does not, but outcomes from it r events, and all events are stored as cosmic memory, and pure random is an impossibility in a LIMITED SIZE UNIVERSE, and we are one, approximately 100 billion light years in circumference, six hundred sextillion miles around, as a light year is about 6 trillion miles, as it takes light or photons a year to travel about 6,000,000,000,000 miles. In 1999, I went on several dates with a woman named Helen, and took her overnight to the sands hotel and casino, in ACNJ. Sarah’s husband was in the blue parrot club with his sister, the 7 foot long dark haird queen you do not yet know about, sarah’s sister in law in human formout. Mr. Marino, and his wife, sarah’s husbands parents, were in the joint, and Mr. Martino was defening us all with his absolutely horiffic harmonica playing. His son, in there with his sister, was flirting all over Helen, not that I cared, she was gorgeous, but she was a cokehead, just using her for sex, as she originally was just my prostitute, doesn’t sound too nice huh, try living in my life and shoes, you’d be banging your head around a rubber room and screemin for your attendant to come lick your ear with a broken piece of glass, while chewing on unflushed and used toilet paper, NEVER JUDGE. i HAVE A BUSINESS PARTNER WHO JUDGES ME VERY HARSHLY AND THINKS HE KNOWS ALL ABOUT ME, AND HAS THE GODS ANSWERS TO ALL OF LIFE, more power to u good friend, taking my name off the park this week, bud, i’m DONE with this forever, wish u all the best. Recently a man of the cloth who read my blog entry of [i’m that boy], told me that my blog is untrue based on scripture. I asked what he was referring to and he answered me saying, you claim to be gods SPECIAL ONE, and the scriptures say that god is not a respector of persons. I know that scripure well, can quote allofem sideways as well as backward and forward, and told him he is absolutely correct. Staring angrily at me in his church office as I agreed to meet and speak with him, he said to me, “then y the hell did u say what you said”? I took a piece of gum out of my pockrt, opened the wrapper stuck the gum in my mouth, letting the wrapper fall to the floor of his office while I stood up from the chair, and while chewing and littering I said unto himeth, God is no respector of persons, you r so right, but I am a DOG. Read the blog entry again pasror, and have a nice day, and I walked out, leaving the dude wide eyed and mouth open. Don’t judge me, read me for crissake, I am a large white dog from DOGTOWN, and SARAH-STACEY just fell in love with me, and if u don’t like it, take some FRIKIN AMBIEN, GO TO SLEEP, AND CALL YOUR DOCTOR IN THE FRIGGIN’ MORNING.!!!!!!!!!!!! As to Paula King’s computer genious daughter, from a parallel reality, she told me that mister gates, and IMM corporation, did all they could for me, now I have the ball, Mister Denver, and I must now run with it, the entire world as u all know it, believe me or don’t believe me, IS IN MY HANDS. Thank you bill, thank you i.m.m. Meant to say on prior blog about charlie dickens, dead as jacob marley’s DOORNAIL, not doorbell, another typo, no, another ETTOSIAN HACK, FUNNY HOW ETTOSIAN AND TELOSION sound so similar, one of the gods u may not be too familiar with sikee murrathus, from the ring river, way beyond the olympion province, told me that gene roddenbury is his cousin, and proved it to me, not earthly, I am talking higher realm here babyluv. =============================================================================== Tuesday, June 06, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 20 Jerky Pricky Eternal Gods, & My Pix =============================================================================== I was starting to tell u about the leviathins, and the dark shadows plot, and y this put them off the air, the biggest tv soap of the day, todays world does not compare. When I was a young boy in these sequence of dream interactions, no one could fathom dishes, cable, super networkinf, global satelite broadcasting, and the lack of future talent to go along with it all, the gods know I am truthin it here, commun, gimme a break. Parkway/freeway/driveway/etoss, get the message from my last blog yesterday? Y in the world would my brain type in the word FREEWAY, but it did, cause I was victimized by ETTOS. Dark Shadows was a super daytime soap, cool as hell, and kids ran home from high school to not miss a single episode. But it was used etossionically by the gods, channeled to them from the lawtrons, to do lots of damage to the western civilization, it was not a joke, and the leviathin cult [LAMISTS, did not look at this as a joke, believe me charlieboy!!! They control wall street, as the show did in fact imply, through skyler rumpson, and they answer to appololucifer diabolis, where a moron can c where u get the word DIABOLICAL from. NEPTUNEJUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEVIOUS, THE FATHER OF THE GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, AND HE, ARE N O T exactly friends, as christian biblical accounts indicate as much. But it is really, a sort of game-contest, as with all of the gods, with us human beings as the balls and the pucks, OUCH!!!! Russel Thaxton, as many 60’s kids did, took dark shadows a bit too seriously, and just as on the show, lots of stuff that was scary or wrecking people’s lives in the show, not a new concept by any means, WERE BURNED. After Russ learned from me, the details of the powerful astrally controlled gitbags in ACNJ, working through a gang of cult skum there called LAMISTS, and then saw that I had over 100 pages of detailed accounts of things that just cannot happen in the real world, ‘as he would say’, it was his genious idea, and again thanx to the shadows show, TO BURN MY BOB, as I referred to it sometimes, [BOOK OF BEACH]. Burning my bob was a fatal mistake, my loyal, and not so loyal MORIANS OF 2K6. Bob would have possibly saved my fat little butt, if I had it today, oh how I wish I could build a distance delay scopic system, tie it into a GPS network, zoom into my oaklyn,nj,usa, apt., and retrieve my ol’ bud BOB!!!!!!!! pEOPLE TAKE STATISTICAL TEK VERY SERIOUSLY, that is unless it has something to do with my unique individual troubles. I know 3 people that will not leave their home today because it is DEVILS DAY, month 6, day 6, year 6, of the 21st cen. But I had the testies to venture out, but they won’t believe PE is being used against me. In roulette, or any number system containing roughly 33-39 digits, where half of them can be broken into 3 ways, even state lottery numbers if grouped to turn them into smaller blocks, call them rabbit/dog, chocolate/vanilla, and even/odd, but all these parallels, never produce more than 5 to 12 % odds over 50/50, and the lottery odds are way more against us than any roulette casino vigorish of just over 5 and 1/4. People will only believe what is in their comfort-zone to believe, and that is how churches make billions dealing with human fear of the unknown death- equation, and tell them about heaven. SAHASRE DAL KANWAL, is indeed a real astral place, watch out with that ‘REAL’ jazz, we can be all day on this 1. The number 15, the age that Sarah and I were, humanly, when last encountering each other on a public new jersey transit system, at the ACNJ TERMINAL, is the computer hexadecimal number of one thousand, one hundred, and eleven, as u know, I will not write out these four ones, and especially on june sixth of 2k6. Ones, 4 of them is hex 15- binary system, but to me it’s significance is way beyond that. You c, decades ago, I had the fairly brilliant idea to keep life charts, measured as sort of a mathematical diary or journal. Different parameters of my life each day were measured from 1 to 5, one of course being the WORST, and 5 being the best. Super-freggin’ BOTBAR DAYS, as I came to callem, along with my buddy, mister david charles roth of oakland avenue in filly, penncy, usa, before he was mason-murdered, unprovable of course, mister dan brown, were given their abbreviated name from the word for days of one one one one, bad enough to spell this shit four times, let me quickly
compensate, 5555,5555,5555,5555,5555,5555,5555,5555,5555,5555, think this is silly huh, be a neanderthal, I know how frikin real all this is. Anyway these bad days were real bottom barrels baby, or Bottom Of The Barrel, Allready Rated, see the capitals abbrvs? BOTBAR/////yea, to me a real cuss word like the whole bad word book thrown into my face. My life has run 90% botbar, since my great 1995/6 search & quest to locate, the great SARAK KRASSLE, in her human form. But, when I told david c. roth, outside a medford, nj diner, about her for the first time, it changed overnight from a 12% botbar to well into the 70’s. Then it dropped back to 30-40% range until my actual search for her began, and then pal boom zap and batman, it never looked back after the black plague struck, and sent me straight into eternal hell. The 177th air tactical wing in pamona, nj, is the main power of MILITUFORCE, abnd behind all top secret classified missions. Add 1, 7, and 7, and pow zamnio, 15. All so-called alien abductions on the east half of usa, they were always, and still are, in charge of, and to this day, believe me, running the show. There are no aliens, we are all really the gods, the sky-dear people, the alliens, same diff, it is all misunderstood jeraffcrap. Many people practice what mister robert monroe called ASTRAL PROJECTION. I never do, it happens naturally to me, constantly. I was visiting my mom in her apartment in media, penn. one day in 1976, and slept over. The minute I closed my eyes, zamba lolly gazamio, I was up on the wall, being slammed over and over again, against a high-wall air conditioner. I could c my physical body laying back on moms couch, and heard a viscious low voice laughing. I screamed, help me jesus i need the word i need the word. Christian scriptures tell you to do this. Did not work. Next thing I knew I heard the voice shout, “YOU WANT THE WORD, GO TO THE WORD”, and again it slamed me against the wall air conditioner. 25 years later, I figured out the power to this particular out of body hellish experience, Air Conditioner/ Atlantic City, AC AC AC AC AC, get it yet???? Then, the next night while still visiting mom, again it happened, but this time, I am in an area called PAMONA, nj, with sarah’s brother, whom then, I had no human way of knowing that she had one brother, sarah, and frank, son % daughter of the Callio’s. He was showing me i one million watt stereo system that he told me he had built, and blasted it so loud, all of atlantic county could hear his music. Later on in the count petofi future, I came to learn that NOISE from this area was a very real part of my life, with intentional jet and plane harassement from the 177th, airborn fighter wing, the [k-15] as it is known by in top 3 secret circles, so kill me, I said something I shouldn’t have, their inverse number area, the great [51], is a bigger story, but do not look at spiitual astral entities, and ufo aliens, and the worlds of happenings surrounding these phenominah, as seperate, as THEY ARE NOT, IT IS ALL ONE AND THE SAME LIKE KENT & SOUP, BABY!!!!!!!! Lawtrons enter into our ordinary reality in ways u cannot know, u simply ain’t ready to hear and know. Notice how HAIR, Donna’s big deal thing, was done on stage by marilyn mcCoo, cousins with donna’s family from 3 generations back, and her group was called hyper- space, or it should have been anyway, it was called FIFTH DIMENSIONS, that is HS. Cooincidences are not a real thing, when things tie together, it is due to energy connections in lawtronic systems, not to be understood even elementarally by homosapiesns until late in the millenium. How about Donna’s innitials, and the 2 names of usa strategies after iraq invaded kwait, Desert Shield, and Desert Storm. Do u really believe these things were just named by these innitials like dark shadows, donna summer, and the list goes on, by pure happenstance? Pure random cannot be real, did u know that? Only in an unlimited size universe, could laws in math permit a reality like this. With limited size, currently expanded out in this part of HS to roughly 100 gegalightyears in circumference, only so many possible combinations to anything can be in existance, hence and airgo, RANDOM IS ONLY A DISGUISED PATTERN. But wow, it is a gigantic sized disguise, and just cracking the so called random-electron- code signal is centuries off, until zero-T-Tek, is discovered, where all things larger than one, can be put in a box of ‘oneness and analyzed in that box’ so to speak, don’t even attempt to go there 21st cen. Lawtrons come into our ordinary reality, down into all multiverses, through 6th dimensional [THOUGHT PROCESSING UNITS]. By manipulation of the 6th dimension, as a child manipulates toys and slodiers and dolls in a playroom, they put our realities together, with a virtually unlimited menu of possibilites, and then enjoy playing the game, simple as that, babyluv!!!! The gods are where it starts, and too much is entailed & involved for me to try taking this further right now. It is a MOTIVE PROGRAM, and some of it will become clear, as I now use the INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY PROTECTION LAWS OF MY 3 DIMENSIONAL LIFE, TO protect the idea so that unless gates or someone can prove a predated knowledge, application, or conception of what I now will explain, u will see as I do this, as well as send a notarized copy of a print out of this dated blog to my home address, and never open it, how they, the lawtrons cause it all to happen, right here to us, just as I have been saying. Some will and some will not, be able to draw the distinction, and make the edison loght go on: MOTIVE PROGRAM—- SOFTWARE COMPUTER IDEA, CONCEIVED BY ME————–REASONS OBVIOUS HEREIN TO CALL MYSELF A SCREEN NAME OF MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, REAL NAME IS ON RIGHT SIDE OF THIS BLOG, SIGNATURE TO THIS NAME ABOVE, NOTARIZED
BY—————————————– AUTOCOM-MOTIVE
PROGRAM——————————————- A—PIOLOT-STAGE ONE, B—ROBOT-STAGE TWO, C—FULL MOTIVE-STAGE THREE. When the technology improves, these stages can be reached, but in current computer technology, stage #1, is feasible to accomplish, program can be written by any goon computer science laboratory. The idea is to make the computer automatic. Later at full motive, typing in, ‘ I want to become a rock star’, will cause the system to rum and perform endless functions, looking up all how to do all things pertanent to, the songs are created, the sales and marketing addresses searched for, and while user is on a 2 year vacation in Europe, the computer carries out all necessary steps, until the goal programmed into it is successfully completed. Technology for this level usage is 10 to 50 years away, so I will satart with #one, PIOLOT. Minimum A>I> logic required to run program at this level. All normal functions from paying on line bills, printing out electronic mail that is what you want, discarding what you would consider trash mail, and many small functionas, searches, promotions of a blog or web site, by constantly entering and searching for pertanent chat rooms, and then typing in the blog address or website, along with varying messages targeted to market your sites, and on and on with small functions, the stage 2 level of ROBOT, would do funtions of an inbetween levels of stages one and three. Details beyond this will not be blog dated protected, but sent seperate cover through united states mail system. The motive function of lawtrons is just sort of an upping by a dimension, of this idea, that I am claiming now, as my personal INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, unless someone can pre-date me, and legally prove this in a court of law, and I have three witnesses, that I conceived this idea in june of 2004, one is a computer garu from pine hill, new jersey, called butch. He told me the program will require a tek that still is too far ahead for him to take personal interest in, but showed me how to protect this as my intellectual property. =============================================================================== Friday, June 09, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 21 Not Happy Happers Day, Ettosians =============================================================================== I had the very worst day of my life yesterday, and the HACKERS/HAPPERS, would not let me go on this site and blog. By now, u must know that the title to the other chapter, was really not happy happers, but HAPPY HACKERS DAY. Ettos was used to make me write happers, a MENTAL OR BIOLOGICAL COMPUTER HACH, U COULD SAY, JUST AS they made me type in that u drive on a parkway and park on a freeway, when I naturally meant to say that the irony of life means that we DRIVE ON A PARKWAY AND PARK ON A DRIVEWAY. Timing is of major importance to lawtrons, their [toy soldiers and bed dolls], in their game that that play with thoughtwave systems and or units, and though LAWTRONS do not in fact LIVE IN ANY DIMENSION-SYSTEM AS MORTAL MIND COULD EVER HOPE TO DEFINE AND CRAWL INTO MENTALLY, THEY DO use the time dimension when they bring thought toys down into hyperspaces, and start to endlessly create their games. It started yesterday in my humanrealm and formout, when I left my residence and went to hammonton shop rite grocery store. I came out after legally buying and paying for some le-nature bottled water that was on half off sale, got into my lovely piecashit, and a loud CIA-NCSA-bfa-mf small air vehicle was directly above me, monitoring, and harassing me, illegally. Not 15 seconds later, maybe less, a giant long haired queen that resembled the great SSJKK, walks real slowly by my vehicle in a bikini, which people in non shore areas are not supposed to dress by that rude code, even on a cooking hot day in mid-July, and it was a cool and sprinkly day in the second week of June. I hurried away without even buckling my safety built. Later before exiting the private store lot property, I legally fastened up my belt. This was only the beginning of this combo-air & ground siege, a rare occurrence, to get both air & ground assault, at least real super heavy death siege. The milituforce plane, followed me everywhere I needed to go on my long list of errands. MILITUFORCE, combines the words MILITARY, FORCE, AND KEEPS THE ABBREVIATION LETTERS IN THE MIDDLE FOR THE WORDS, UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECTS. Iam being hacked again, just got knocked 10 or more lines down the page, and did not strike any keys or functions that would cause this to occur. I was starting to say, that if u were followed for 22 years, give or take, by ground and air vehicles, and u get to see and hear if u ain’t a totally oblivious ignoramous, that it is the same dozen or so air & dozen or so ground vehicles, that never appear to change, or age in any way that I am able to observe, tell me you would not start to draw the conclusion that these vehicles, and air objects, are UNIDENTIFYABLE??? Especially, when for 22 yrs I have faithfully with all my power, have been trying in every human way I know to try, to get to the bottom of whom they are, and no one anywhere can or WILL, give me answers!!!!!!!!Now hackers, let us skip down to a new paragraph, and hit the enter key twice, duh-derrrr. When I tried to blog yesterday, a cousin to the CSI- FLASHMOB SOCIETY, HIT ME HARDER THAN SONNY LISTEN EVER COULD ON HIS BEST DAY, IF HE MAD IRONMAN MIKE THERE WITH HIM TO ADD HIS POWER TO HIS. First, it was of course, and the hackers are completely unaware of this, done by a LAWTRON MOTIVE PROGRAM, “MAKE THE LITTLE FAT PRICK MISERABLE AS HELL AGAIN TODAY” goes the instructions to the ‘program’, don’t be fooled, this is not the matix crap, lawtrons, who tey r and what they do, goes so far above and beyond your ability to tangably grasp it, so a pitiful attempt to depict a similar idea, was MATRIX 1-4. IT IS WAY BEYOND THIS, AND NOT DONE BY A MACHINE OR A TEK, AS WE PERCEIVE TEK OR MACHINES. They ettosianically influenced a cia-nsa,bfa-mf enemy, to run a flashcrash worm, on pyra’s blogger.com, page, causing millions of so called bandwidth dial-ins to this site, simultaneously occur, and whambamslammio, site crashes down. Human enemies that let themselves be influenced by the LAMIST CULT, [DARK SHADOWS’S LEVIATHINS, are still legally responcible & culpable for their crimes, and my message in this blog to google and pyre labs is, I am very sorry for indirectly causing this to happen, it was soley meant as an attack on me, and if u now or at any furure time catch these rat slime lowlife, please use all my blogs, and send me a fare-paid, as I”M just a broke little dude, plane ticket, along with court subpeana, and I’ll gladly be on your witness list on your side, and then when u get your crack atem, it’s my turn, I can instigate a law suit too. Now for a bit more on MILITUFORCE, 177TH AIR WING, AND THEIR DEADLY AIRSHIPS: I was a member of a debtford, nj,usa, swimclub for several years, back in the mid-nineties, called HADDONWOOD. When I would try to enjoy swimming in the outdoor pool, these unidentified planes would circle over above, and always within 5-10 minutes tops, extremely large flies would appear, and out of 50-100 swimmers, would always, only ATTACK ME, forcing me to run out of the pool and look like a damn fool. Is my blood 5 times richer than young healthy teens that were all around me in this large outdoor pool, is my blood as a man in his early 40’s back in the mid 1990’s, that rich, that all these teens were ignored by these fly vampires, just to get at my blood? Well, either that is true, or else, these are micronic androidalsects,[BUILT INSECTS], with motive program or remote command reception abilities. This is all real, it frikin happened. When I wrote a few letters to science labs, not goon ones, good ones, more prior blog ettos hacking, and told them I caught one of these flies, and have it in a jar with 2 lids, a sleeperlid and a breather lid, IE, one had holes, the other did not, and that if I let the fly stay dead for weeks at a time, and changed lids, back to life it would come, they never wrote me back. Wall-Mart was supposed to be purchasing this Haddonwood health club property, but never did, in fact, to this very day, bog dated; it is another[straight outa dark shadows things], no one ever can get to the bottom of why no one ever bot the place, wall mart is keeping a real en-ron type lid on it, so is the mayor of deptford township, and to this day it resembles 1995 COLINWOOD, ALL OVERGROWN AND NO ONE THEIR, before julia hoffman and barnabus collis interdimensionalized and changed things, and it was 1995 when this all sarted, but I’ll admit was early august 1996, close enough, when it shut down, and just as with dark shadows, NO NOTICE, NO NOTHING, NO REFUND FOR TIME PAID FOR AND NOT USED, NO ANSWERS, N O N E.!!!!!!! mORE ON THE LAMISTS/LEVIATHINS now, it was my birthday that dark shadows picked for paul stoddard’s [payment due] DAY, STARTING THE BIG PLOT ON THE SHOW, ODDS BEING 1/365, YES, THERE MUST BE A DATE PICKED, AND ONLY 365 FULL DAYS ARE IN THE YEAR, STILL, IT IS BULL, SARAH’S shop, the antiqueSHOP on the show, sarah collins had one brother, sarah has one brother, frank in life. Sarah, the summer of ’69, was always talking within my earshot, while I would walk down her street, about her SHOP, and later as 69 ended, shadows had the antique shop, and was all part of the LEVIATHIN/LAMISTS plot to all of the goings on, basicly APPOLOLUCIFER’S plan to use one family line, the COLLINS family, to take over this world, or put better, THE PHYSICAL PLANE. On astral realms, a bunch of Dogtown suburban areas, are loaded with skummy huge reptiles, bigger than many earth-plane dinasours on this natural or physical plane. BENZAGO PHEELAPII SHARPTONIO, A GOOD FRIEND OF THE TRUE BEING THAT USED TO BE DREAMING HE WAS MY EARTHLY FATHER IN CURRENT DREAM SEQUENCES, AND ORIGINALLY FROM 8 PROVINCES AWAY, ROUGHLY 26 PETAPARS NORTH-EAST-WOUST OF sAHASRA dAL kANWAL [HEAVEN], IS A BEING WHOM I have known for hundreds of megakalpa, and he and my dad, sold out Ricktown to the BRIGBASE SHADOWS, IN SLANG [THE SHADOW MONSTERS], WHOM INFLUENCED THE EARTHPLANE WRITING OF THE SHOW DARK SHADOWS.mY CHAIN THAT SARAH WANTED BACK, WAS FOUND BY MY FATHER IN lOUISIANA, on the beach after a high tide washed it up, and was found first by a merchant who sold it to a man named JOHN HENNINGSEN, a second cousin to the news caster, the late mister PETER JENNINGS, BOTH VERY FINE GENTLEMEN, I was denied the privelage of ever knowing mister Jennings, but John and I were tight from 1968-1970. In 1968, he bought this chain from athe Louisiana merchant, and lter gave it to me, early in 1969, telling me the merchant said that upon showing it to locals, was so informed, THAT IT CONTAINED MAJOR MAGICAL PROPERTIES, we can elucidate on all these details later on. First, chain with so-called magic given to me by a cousin of a soon to be world newsman from canada, later it gets astrally stolen causes it be a [gone-missing] PHYSICAL ITEM AS WELL, THEN THE WILD ***ASTERISK KEMTRAIL APPEARS ALL OVER MY TOWN AND MILES IN ALL DIRECTIONS BEYOND, THEN ALL THE TROUBLE THAT SOMEONE OR SOMETHING WENT TO TO GET A SCHOOL-MATE OVER TO MY PAD AT 1:15 am ON A SCHOOL NIGHT THAT MY MOM JUST HAPPENED TO NOT BE THERE THAT NIGHT, AND GOT ME TO BURN MY ONLY PROOF THAT LOTS OF SICK AND TWISTED THINGS WERE HAPPENING TO ME, THE BURNING OF BOB, AND THE STORY DOES NOT STOP THERE. 3 worm holes [built-created-and stationary], were instantly constructed and placed, one at my school behind the coaches closet in the gym, one in a recording studio where I would be working, unknown to me at the time, more than 9 friggin years in the future, and the controlling TRIANGLE ONE, remember a 3-D triangle, or pyramid, with quartz crystal inside it, is really a huge sntenna system for interdimensional allien 4th and 5th dimensional travel, under total control of the 6th and 7th dimension. My father and the great SSJKK and the pleadian Sharptonio, are in sort of a plan to help get RICKTOWN back from the SHADOWS. In our dimension, nearly 70 quadrillion light years of distance is how far away sharpy lives from heaven or the great city. My dad also has a chain of 25 diners in AKOSLEM, the capitol city of RICKTOWN. Just the other night, we were discussing his franchise system, the [island universe diners of akric] as it is listed on astral city council records, ak for the city, and ric for the entire structure community founded by him, rictafarious’s father, my father, u c I am not only Zeranniss’s dream sequences here in what u call ordinary reality, I also am Rictafarious’s. As things such as fights for territory, and love, and many things occur here on astral plane, they also filter down in varying ways to us here in these dreaming human worlds or existance planes. Just call me PAUL MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN STODDARD. Just do not call me APPOLOLUCIFER DIABOLIS BECAUSE HE HAS 2 OTHER NAMES, THAT TOTAL 36 LETTERS, AND WHEN ALL YOUR NAMES TOTAL 36, YOUR NAME NUMBER IS 1+2+3+4…+36= 666. What led up to my last day of swimming at the beaches in ACNJ on or about july 30 of 2K3, is my big story. I wrote a song in 88 called prophet of nothing, copyright, later, a slight change to it was made, now this version of it is called DON’T HIDE, U CAN’T HIDE. Mayor Levy, not yet Mayor then, his wife’s cousin and her little daughter hung around me on the beach while I waded in the shallows, and she started to humm my music, then she sang her words to my 1996 copyrighted lyrics, saying”yes we are, yes we are, yes we are the Lamists, and over and over again she did this. I never eyeballed her, just did a donna summer, turned and walked off and away, and never returned to the beaches of Air Conditioners again. Ouch, library scedaddle elbow struck me like lightning, by bye. =============================================================================== June 12, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 22 Celine Dions Power Of Rip Off Power =============================================================================== I DO NOT CARE WHAT time blog page says, here in my world in Hammond, New Jersey, it is 6:55 PM, and 40 minutes ago, ATLANTIC CITY ELECTRIC COMPANY, for reasons only they know, killed my friggin electricity, and just as i typed the word electricity, another computer hack, had to click into box and start re typing for no reason, this is all to kill my PHILADELPHIA FILLIES BASEBALL TEAM, A BIG CHEATING ICPE, USING PARALLEL EVENT TO WRECK MY LIFE, IT NEVER EVER STOPS, yes I do not know about power of love, but they love to use UTILITY HARASSMENT AGAINST ME, ALL THIS CRAP THEY DO, it is all been going on since my GODS DAMN BILLY MAHONEY HELL STARTED. IT N E V E R FRIGGIN STOPS, YOU CANNOT ESCAPE IT, AND IF SUICIDE WOULD WORK, I WOULD DO IT. =============================================================================== June 12, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 23 Mister Ouchapinchanerve Mustastruk =============================================================================== I am under the worst otammic siege in 20 friggin years, and if I live to be a million megamellinium dear friends and fiends, I will never be able to crawl into the normal human mind, guess alla-u are agreeing with that, no sweat, no I am totally being super serious. I do not travel in a large circle on this material realm’s atomic signature, but the few people I associate briefly with, all but one, a beautiful lady in many more ways than just the outside shell; ALL FEEL THAT I AM JUST A NEGATIVE COMPLAINING WACKADOODLE, differently expressed, by a few different ‘geniuses’. All I do is bitch and find what is wrong, and on and et el on, and” ” ” “. I have a giant ? for these wonderful people: Y do books like, just for example’s sake, James patter son’s’s, LIFEGUARD book from last year, sell so many copies, millions the publishers so inform me? READ IT. 400 cool pages, super plot, well done, et el, and etc. But the first 90 or more percent of it, is beyond negative, it is frikin horrific, worse than my screwed up life. In the end, author ain’t stupid, godda play to the mortal mind in endless quest for up-endings, so bing bong zoom batman, dude gets his dream girl, megabucks, hell, trumpie, what else is there to this caporial life. HOW THE FRIGGIN HECK DOES MY AUDIENCE KNOW HOW MB [MORIANITY-BIBLE], IS GONNA TURN OUT, WHEN THE AUTHOR, ME, DOES NOT YET KNOW? want ME TO TYPE LIES THAT SOUND GOOD? OK, FINE . All prior entries on all of MB is bullshit, and now for the truth. Both Brittany spears and mariah Carey are having a fist fight over me tonight, winner gets me, oh and did I forgot to tell u that I invented a tachion radio system that can invert the distance delay of photonic reality, and have it tied into channel ten-TV, and any night that I want to, or say at noon, I can tune in to tonight’s broadcast and get stock quotes and lottery numbers. Also, Iam 6feet five, 220 pounds of solid muscle, and need bodyguards to protect me from daily female attack. What could possibly be wrong with that story? Just one little minor fookin thing: IT’S A DAMN GODSGRAVE BUNCHA LIES. Y can’t I tell what is going the hell on in my miserable pathetic life, and be, if not believed, at least pitied, or jesusgodman, at least not either hated or looked down on like I am nothing but shit? Just tell meY? The stuff I claim to be real, fuck u to all of u. it is real, I don’t make up lies. If I did make up lies, it would be like the ones I told above in my illustration of human absurdity. Y the hell, would I just not start a blog of lies and call it NEXT-GENERATION-CROWLEYANITY? Allister, don’t come back’n haunt me bud, gotta make a frikin point to this ass hole world of idiots!!!!! I am not being negative, I’m being honest, truthful, real and open, does this count for squat anymore in this crummy new and screwed up century? All I can say today, is that I know some major nerves and toes got pinched, stepped on, and crushed big-time!! All weekend, and starting last Thursday, This is the worst MILITUFORCE HELL-SIEGE, these slimeskum have ever put me through. Airial harassment at work, at home, 24/7, Jesus, as my friend David C. Roth said it once when he witnessed a siege I was under so appropriately, “WHAT IS THIS, BAGHDAD, WHO ARE YOU, SADDAM HOUESIN’? We were in the jersey pine barrens after returning from a trip to Carlisle, PA, to check out a bunch of lies we were told by the Camden county prosecutor’s office, specifically, mister Ron wirtz, and we parked in the woods to chow down some eats we just bot at a wawa near the route 70 and 72 circle meet, just east of pemberton, new jersey. They make my witnesses silent, by that old reliable method you know about, M U R D E R. I will go into this later in much more detail, but there is a weird connection between me, and the actress Julia Roberts. 3 of her biggest movies, are so connected with me, it is just way beyond coincidence, a bad word when victims use it, a great one when DA’s want to use it in their direction, ever watch L&O? Sheeeeeeiiit, gimme a flockducking break, willya? One movie is about water and water companies, another is all about my type of enemies, and the FLATLINERS, let us not go there too much today, as ever since I came out of a major wild loss of consciousness on the night of 8/15/1986, life here has been one huge BILLY MAHONEY HELL, for me!!!!!!!! Whatsup with this big J, 3 is beyond happenstance in my little book??? Everything I ever do causes life to run in reverse, I go red and life goes black, I sell short and stock goes up, and it was not until communications with Diana Artemis, that I came to discover that it would not matter, which way I had gone, if I literally went back in 4d space while remaining in same 5d space, a lawtronic impossibility, as breaking it would wipe out causality laws in individual multiverses and timelines of HS, even if I could, it now would have gone the way needed to defeat me, based on my new decision, as their is a motive program that is lawtronically typed in to the system that says, MAKE THE FAT LITTLE BASTARD FRIKIN FAIL, FAIL, F A I L If U can grasp any of this, you’ll get a true glimpse into the window of hell. My hell is totally eternal, no peace or rest, first of all, eternal rest and peace is a frikin big HOAX. now, THE DAY i MOVED FROM MANTUA,NJ, TO VOORHEES, NJ, ON THE NIGHT OF 31 May OF 1980, I went to go to sleep on the night of 3,4, or 5 June, and the next thing I knew, I was not in bed, and I was not frikin dreaming, all doubters will find out who’s making these things up, just as soon as your damn ticker quits on ya bud!!!!!!! I was on TENNESSEE AVENUE, ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, and a giant long dark haired beauty queen named SARAH KRASSLE, 7 last name number, and 12 total first/last name number, was singing a song to me from the benches next to FRAILENGERS SALT WATER TAFFY STORE, and the name of it was LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS. This changed my entire life, once again, as did the CHAIN INTERACTION that she gave me in early-mid December of 1969. Time permits no details, I will soon lose my spot. Lawtrons are working very quickly to shut me up, details at a later date, will be told, and as I stated earlier, how does anyone know how the devil any of this is gonna turn out, how do you know, whether the James Patterson ‘LIFEGUARD’, syndrome of happy endings, will not befall me as well??????? But I’m not gonna lie today and tell U all that my existence on your lovely lil planet is happy, nor has been real terrific for me!!!!!! My poor mom, the last dozen or so years of her life, loved to play, HEAD-GAMES, with herself, just like many others that I previously mentioned on todays blog. A police officer in Williamstown, NJ, did this to me. He said, mister mountainpen, I DO NOT BELIEVE U BECAUSE I CHOOSE NOT TO BELIEVE THAT ANY OF THIS COULD BE GOING ON IN OUR GREAT LAND, THE GOOD ‘OL USA. Well, believe you are a monkey, but it will not make u one, that is for life on astral realms, NOT HERE, and so many of us are ‘fire and brimstone type of hell conditioned, UPON DEATH IMMEDIATELY, gee, I wonder why this sorda shit is all around em, golly gosh darn gee-whiz, could it be? In a minnina kalpa or 2, the worst literal fire-hell believers, start to realize, they can lose that part of hell, but hell is not being ever able to not exist if u do exist, as time is not real and your existence is real, simply put babyluv, U FRIGGIN EXIST. That is HELL, and if you wanna worsen it with biblical mental pictures at the point of death, or even by having this strong belief system in place, and then you die, well guess what’s there waiting forya, tillya wise up and exit or end the program picard and riker.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABAD, IS DIANA’S BROTHER, AND IS NOT SOME HORN AND TAIL DEVIL, BUT HE IS A ROTTEN AND DEADLY BASTARD, MAKE NO MISTAKE. appololucifer Beelzebub abadon diabolis, is an evil dirty rotten prick with a 36 NAME-NUMBER, and oh lovely, son of zeus-zudlow, and sister of Diana arteemus, he is not too thrilled that I learned how to crack the electron’s code system, on the physical earthworld plane, but he hates me even more, because the gods are playing a major game, one of them is called salvation through christs blood, and since I am sixty- two generations directly down line to Jesus the great messiah and master, in this sequence of dreams, he really is giving me hell!!!!!! But it all comes first from the lawtrons, and their games come down the fabric line of realms so to speak, and they then work their games, as the gods, but further down, asrally, and further even still downward into the dreamworlds of physicality, we are our own victims of are own crimes against us, and all for the show and the ratings, as mortal mind would perhaps see the equivalent to all of this garbage. See, we are the lawtrons, the gods, our higher astral realm self, and finally, we get to really experience the dream, IN ALL OF ITS CAPORIAL AND TANGIBLE ways of pleasure/pain, hot/cold, youth/old age, misery/happiness. and on and on et el and etcetera!!!!!!! Not implying here that on astral levels we cannot have sensation. First of all, things sound better, we hear 5 octaves higher and 5 lower than here, and with an ability to live in great luminosity, shades and ranges of colors are off the mental dial, don”t try to grasp it. In June of 1969, 5 or 6 months before my first major interaction on astral realms with the all mighty, when she insisted on having the CHAIN, I wrote a song, or something channeled through me, the most incredible words to a song, THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES, which I got around to copyrighting in 1981, when I did a keyboard arrangement to it, along with the basic word/melody work that I wrote at 14 and 1/2 years of age. In the song, in just a few quick and concise verses, I go on to predict the most incredible hellish future that awaited me. IT ALL CAME TRUE, WORD FOR FRIGGIN WORD. The 1980 interaction came however, when I was employed by a sound recording studio, and believe me, it was all planned by my lovely princess DONNA GAINES, and my awesome SARAHSTACEY J K KRASSLE. The entire HAIR Broadway musical play was written by mister ragno and his two associates, and it was part of this [LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS] thing. In a parallel universe, where donna is a lab-tek at the Atlantic City Medical Center, and living on Ohio Avenue, near the bay, we know each other well, and she told me this, but warned me to never tell, when Stacey wakes me up, as I spent 5 months there, and woke back up the next day here, mister trekkor russican, gods what would they do if they did not have me to get their ideas from??????? My experience in 4-D space took place in mid August of’86, so did I steal your IBM typewriter idea????????? Please don’t sue me, anyway, you cannot take my bed by law, and that is all I own, so S C R E W UUUUU’S!!!!!! In closing, I know big bobby-mayor, told his buds in the 177th to strike me super hard after my 2 days of blogging last week, sent the Dow tumbling under 11 K, after over a year of over eleven range sustained, HA HA HA. Here is what I would have told, if the LIB. SCEDADDLE ELB. had not struck: In my pants pocket was a note that I did not put there, had to be levy’s cousin that did it when I was in the sea, as even though I told u that I was wading in the shallows, before that, I was out body surfing, and the opportunity to do this presented itself. Note said, that levy is related to channel 10 news anchorman STEVE Levy, and that ‘they’ knew all about me, even back in the 60’s, and were hoping to indoctrinate me into the LAMIST CULT. Some people cannot be dream- absorbed, and I must have been one of those exceptions. They put a dood in my moms dating club, and before she was dating Sidney crown, as mentioned in prior blog, she met, through the SPS [single parents society], a fellow named DICK LEVY. He was determined one day to get me out of the apartment I was living in so I would miss one particular DARK SHADOWS episode, where grasson hall, THE EMINENT DOCTOR JULIA HOFFMAN, AS VAMPY BARNY REFERRED TO HER AS WHEN THEY FIRST MET, same name number interestingly enough as mizz roberts, and SARAH KRASSLE, 7/12, anyway she was speaking to Elizabeth Collins Stoddard, Paul Stoddards wife, before he came into the new plot, and was Jason chockedbybarney McGuire, at the time,any who, doc hoff and Mrs. stodd were rapping in the foyer area of the great collinwood
mansion, and what got said was major. NOT AN EXACT QUOTATION BUT DAMN CLOSE ENOUGH TO SEND GOOSE BUMPS UP DONNA WHITE BOY’S SPINE, and that is, maybe someday in the future, in ways not known now, my research may have major value. In the show, she was faking an interest in the famous to Maine,USA, COLLINS FAMILY, WHILE ALL THE TIME REALLY STAYING THERE TO LEARN OF HER PATIENT’S FAIT WITH BARNY THE VAMP. The show was priceless, but this conversation, lawtronically, was meant for my ears, and DICK LEVY, got me out of the apartment that day, absolutely insistant on taking me to Philadelphia, for no good nor rationally explainable reason, and it wasn’t until a re airing of the 60’s soap, that I miraculously got tp out all this incredible crapolla together. When I called the TV station in 2003 about the note, and asking if Steve levy would b willing to comment, no answer, on anything, and a couple months later, NO MORE STEVE LEVY, and this led me to confirm through a reliable real estate source, that the mayor and he ARE INDEED COUSINS, a mister AVAUE, if I’M SPELLING IT RIGHT, SO INFORMED ME OF THIS, AND HE OWNS acnj PROPERTY. also, THE leviathin 20 YEAR DEAL THEY MAKE, AS IN THE EXAMPLE WITH Paul stoddard, i FIRST MET SARAH IN 1965, AND MY LIFE [AS i KNOW IT, TOTALLY ENDED 20 YEARS LATER, LATE IN 85. Leviathin/lamists, are real, and to all u doubters, someday it all will come out, and when it does, I cannot be too forgiving for the mistreatment I have received by all those whom I have literally begged on my knees for help, and just got sat upon. Sorry, I cannot forgive a crime this large, and the 3rd and main part of the triangle worm hole stationary system was in the BOLIVER HOTEL, TOP FLOOR, CLOSE TO MCGUIRES PITTSBURGH COLLEGE FAG FUN HOUSE. they HAVE SUPER TASTING GINGER ALE, i’LL SAY THAT MUCH FOR THEM. One day Sarah-Stacey turned up the power a bit too much, trying to do some LAMIST related thing, and these things cause what mortals term INSTANTANEOUS COMBUSTION, and the Boliver Hotel of ATLANTIC CITY, WAS, AND IS NO MORE. She let part of herself grow old and die off, but I know another part of herself is inside her rotten grand daughter. The death dream she gave my mom, regarding my grand pops LBI property, that is a story for another time remember ANGIE’S WONDERFUL DREAM CURSE on SHADOWS? Believe it’s all wild fantasy hah, they sure went out of their way to tell viewers after a Scfi channel re-airing, that it was all made up balogna, sure it was, they have sold me the Brooklyn dreams bridge so many times anyway, the title deed really should be in my name now. =============================================================================== Tuesday, June 13, =============================================================================== 2006 Chapter 24 5 Super Days Of Botbar From Calmar =============================================================================== Now let us discuss in more detail, the day in tail-end July of 2003, that became my mast day of beaches and ocean swimming, F O R E V E R. This is in the order of events that it went down: Got to shore, parked car at resorts casino hotel parking hi-rise garage, and proceeded then to walk to the beach, towell, in arm. I do not pack a lot of junk, nor stay more than 1 or 2 hours, and never arrive at full soon angle of 10-3. First, I love to bodysurf, for those who never swim in an ocean, it simply means that u use the energy in the waters, to move u from where the wave is starting to break due to shallowing bottom and gravitronic forces combo, to as far into the beach, as the force of each uniques wave/energy system, is able to carry you. Occassionally, I would cheat a bit, to catch or remain with the water flow, but never enough to be noticed and look too strange to any casual onlookers. After getting both tired of doing it, and a bit tired also bodily, as I was working as a night watchman at a place where it was very busy, sleeping on the job not an option, and my weekly work schedule totalled up to 69 hours on all 7 days, nice #—–[ 69 ]. After riding in a wave to near-shore, I walked inland a bit further, and then enjpoyed standing in a nice cool ocean, communing with the great SSJKK and enjoying her slowly sinking me down, until unable to stand with ankles fully submerged into sand from erosion forces, caused by my weight of standing there still, and water washing around me, I would from time to time, take my feet out and start sinking down all over again, enjoying my solitude with my innermost thoughts, not bothering a single rotten sole, and lovin’ it. Then, soon to be Mayor Levy, his wife put a cousin of hers up to this ar no way it could have happened, a young afro/amer female came near me, along with her small child, and began playing as close to me as they could get without knocking me over. After 5 or so minutes ticked by, the mother began to hum a melody that I had recently written and sent to the US Copyright office, from my song entitled,”DON’T HIDE, YOU CAN’T HIDE”. The humming went on for 5 minutes or more longer, driving me literally mad, while I pretended with my best poker face to be oblivious to all this, and then kazam boom alagapukio, she and her child started singing words that they made up to the song, going [YES WE ARE, YES WE ARE, YES WE ARE THE LAMISTS]. I just now had a huge illegal popup on my screecn, a major hack, they have no right to annoy me by removing my blog and putting an entirely different screen up. Library personel thank the gods, were able to rectify the problem. YOU NUCT C THAT THIS IS NOT MADE UP, I AM NOT TYPING WRONG KEYS OR HITTING ANTY FUNCTIONS THAT R CAUSING THESE ILLEGAL POP-UPS AND HACKS. THESE 4ces will not allow exposure, I am being removed, normally I get more time, ouch that funny bone. L A M I S T, L A M I S T , l A M I S T, F L A S H M O B These r forbidden words, and the power company told me that a tree fell over yesterday, cutting off my power, and ruining my evening, watch the EVIL EMPIRE GET ITS WAY, THEY ALWAYS DO WIN THEY SCORE WITH A MAJOR STRIKE, AND I KNEW I WAS DEAD AFTER MR. Z GOT KILLED IN THAT AIR STRIKE, THEY ALWAYS HURT ME, THE COWARDLY BUMS, AFTER THEY KILL SO MANY POOR INOCENT WOMEN AND CHILDREN,[ACCIDENTALLY] OF COURSE AS WITH MY 1994 AND 1995 CAR [ACCIDENTS], THAT THESE MISERABLE SNAKECUMLAPPERS CAUSED ME, TO TOTALLY WRECK MY LIFE IN THE LAST DECADE!!!!!!!!!!! No way a tree just fell over, there was no storm, and just friday i weas on phone with atlantic city electric company, complaining of a seperate other annoying situation, AND MY BILL IS ALWAYS PAID ON TIME. dO NOT HAVE ANY SPARE $$$$$$, BUT rent AND utilities, ARE PAID BEFORE i EAT. i GREW UP WITH FINE PARENTS, THEY MADE MISTAKES, BUT INSTILLED MANERS AND PROPER BEHAVIORIAL ATTITUDES, INTO ME FROM MY HIGH CHAIR, AND WITH A NUDGE IN THE ASS WHEN NEEDED, NOW IN THIS MESSED UP 21ST CENTURY IN GOODOL’ USA, TOUCH YOUR KID, AND ITS 3 HOTS AND A COT. hOPE- LESSNESS IS WHEN U KNOW THERE IS NO WAY OUT OF A NIGHTMARE THAT U TOTALLY KNOW DAMN WELL THAT YOU’RE IN, DESPITE BILLIONSA BASTARDS TELLINYA TO THE CONTRARY. lET US GET QUICKLY BACK TO THE BEACH STORY, IONLY HAVE A MINUTE, COMPUTER SPACE CROWDED TODAY, AND ALREADY A MAJOR HACK ATTACK, JACK, MIZZ LATTISAW. When I was bodysurfing, obviously, these 2 slipped a note into my pocket, telling me that bob and steve levy on channel ten are cousins. That they knew all about me since I started coming down to ‘their’ area, and wanted me to become one of them, A FREAKIN’ LAMIST, [dark shadows-leviathin]. The writer, a mister mike kelly, of a newsletter called, secrets of the next dimension, investigated this for me and told me I was lucky to have escaped with my life, these people are all in with ritual satanic sacrifice, rape and torture of childrem, kidnapping, and it is too horrible to go on, my stomach feels like i need to go out and throw up right now, but more will be said before end of the week. =============================================================================== June 14, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 25 Wednesday Again/Hackers Day Again missing =============================================================================== Well, here we go again, usually I can get on this site, but now again, 2
WEDNESDAY’S in a row, H A C K E R S, or else if it is not, I sure do not grasp why page wont come up, and I cannot blog, every Wednesday this happens, another cooincidence Mister deeaa? Let me try to tell u the story of my last day on the beach, or anything about the LAMIST CULT, and their famous many evil ays of hurting and harassing targeted people, FLASHMOBS, AND FLASHCRASH COMP PROGRAMS, being 2 of their favorite sick twisted games, and if it is a Wednesday, I GET ASSALTED. I was saying that when I was bodysurfing, the lady on the beach with the little rugrat, obviously must have slipped a note into my pants pocket, it was not there before I came to the shore and parked at RESORTS HIGH RISE LOT. They wanted me to join their evil club as a boy in his early teens, as I was a latch key kid, my father away most times hunting for treasure, leaving my poor mom to ‘work so hard for the DS noney’, always busy workinmg at her office, and leaving me with lots of freedom to get on buses and go places myself at an earlier than usual age, but I was trustable for a 60’s kid. I had no romantic interests, and no interests in drugs. Did not drink nor smoke, or do anything bad, never lied, my biggest vice was or vices as I’ll admit to two of them, as I
was just going to say I had a very fowl mouth that led to lots of punches and pain, and I was extremely antisocial. Those that knew me said that I felt I was better than other kids, but I have always been a misunderstood person, the gods know, I am very used to this by now, Mr. Hackensack-Joel. Anywho ladies and gentlemen of MORIANITY, someome flattened all of my tires on my only car last Thursday, when I was trying to blog, as I could not get on the page as I just stated, on the day before. Notcut babyluv, AIR WAS LET OUT, AND I AM FILING A POLICE REPORT TODAY FOR ALL THE FRIKIN GOOD THAT EVER DOES, STILL IT IS ALL THE RECOURSE I HAVE, don’t make me laugh jack mccoy, always telling victims of their many numerous options when they are victimized, what a lota bullsmells. Ever try getting a newspaper to print your story, when you are me, I don’t mean the wierd stuff, just crimes against me. I will never get past day one of any jury duty, even if I get to vyadere or however they spell it, once the DA falls in love with me for being the victim of literally dozens of crimes, THREATS, ATTEMPTED MURDER, ROBBERY SEXUAL ASSAULT, CONSPERACY, HARASEMENT, PROPERTY DAMAGE, AND IT GOES ON, BELIEVE ME, ANYWAY; THE DEFENSE ATTORNEY WILL THROW ME OFF THE JURY
BEFORE I BEGIN TO START TO TELL WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME, and it is all backed up with police and prosecutors office statements and reports. I do not mind jury duty, could even meet some interesting people on a jury, a buddy of min did, but as I said, forget getting past the Q&A phase of the defense lawyer. What lawyer would want a juror that has been this friggin victimized? Case could be thrown out on a good appeal after a guilty verdict, should the client eing efended, learn that a juror on panel was me, my attitude is blatently simple, YOU’RE IN COURT, YOU’RE GUILTY. So back to ACNJ and july 29, 30, or 31, of 2K3, my last day ever of swimming at any new jersey beach:The note was a sort of a confession that evil shitheads were trying to get me into this [dark shadows leviathin] club, called in reality, the LAMISTS. If I passed the tests, endured the torture, and was willing to be shite-slave-farmed-out, to skummy wealthy politicians, and hi-profile big-business sickos, then I would go on to graduate as a recruiter or second stage in this evil cult, and finally the 3rd stage, is being one of the CONTROLLERS, under regional area cult-managers, that they actually for short called [CM’s]. I personally knoqw, that the mayors own cousin twice removed who went to 5th, 6th, and 7th grade with me in the westmont new jersey area, was captured by [stage 2 recruiters in the LAMISTS cult, her name was KAREN LEVY, one of the most famous GONE-MISSING STORIES, OF THE BABY-BOOMER
GENERATION, and we were good friends, she was 1 hell of a nice girl, and did not deserve to be cut and hurt and molested and killed, and found behind a wall, in the new york city subway system, where she was eventually located by the famous psychic that was helping one pee pee, at the time, to locate this poor innocent missing person. This is all real, it happened, I do not make shit up babyluv!!!!!!!! X-Mayor Wh from 2 administrations back was a major LAMIST, ALL THE WHITE MAYORS ARE, the hotshots with power like steve L, were all in on helking to cover it up one day when he was caught fondling a child, it made the news, but got rug-swept, and we were all told the charges against this dooshwod were unsubstantiated. In 1996, a giant beautiful brunet rang my doorbell, while I resided at the highview apartments, and I would not answer, as at the time I did not know it was that evil friend of sarah callio, the LAMIST, PAULA KING, friend of Rob McGuire, owner of the pittsburgh hotel & erin bar on Tennessee Avenue, ACNJ. What she wanted, the gods only know, but she is way over 6 feet high, and looks like a girl that spends 30 hours a week in the island gym, she
could pick me up and snap my brittle old bones in half before I could scream out JACKROBINSQUAT!!!!!!!She is the one that flattens my auto tires, and causes lots of other property damage, and don’t think for a minut that jiteater trumpie ain’t involved, he is a very high ordered LAMIST, a real SKYLER RUMPSON in appololucifer’s organization, and bleesed to the highstars. Whenever I have an important place to go , or something major to do, they bring FLASHMOBS to me, and they can fuku up big time, it is way beyond just being an annoyance, it is dangerous, and once they shot me dead at a wawa. U cannot know what it feels like to die and come back, and never stay at peace. U DO NOT WANT TO CRAWL INTO MY GODSDAMN HELL. Someday soon, I will much better and more clearly, tie in all of this, the interactions/MAJOR DREAM EXPERIENCES THAT LAMISTS HAVE POWER TO USE ON PEOPLE, my working at RPL, the sound studio in camden, NJ, and all about the
triangle of constructed wormholes, with the controlling[STARGATE], in the
boliver hotel in acnj. All this happened 15-25 years before their rip off
STARGATE shit in hollywood ever came to be. They took it from a fictional book that I sent to the copyright office on halloween day, intentionally, in 1994. They also stole from this book, and got the tv show, they r blocking it now with ettos power, the 1995 dsu or whatwever that show was called, the underwater base, oh yea DSV, ettos is killing my memory of the first name before the DSV. Also soon angles do not burn skin, SUN angles do, and that is y I do not ever hit a beach between about 10 and 3, as I stated in that prior blog. Internal combustion was another mind control deal, I knew better, it is SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION, that resulted from the overpowering of the controlling lamist stargate, and ended up frying the BOLIVER. WELL, looks like all this INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, OR [ICPE-TEK], being used against me is, as always, working like an ARRON SPELLING CHARM. MARKET U P, U P, U P, AND PHILLIES LOSE, L O S E, L O S E. iT’S BEEN GOING ON AGAINST ME FOR LOSE TO 21 UCKING YEARS NOW, and I ought to know what is real, and what is immagined, after this amount of time. They made another friend of mine vanish without a TNT trace about a year ago, not as good a pal as Dave, but a dude who understood my personal delema, and that I could seriously discuss my troubles with, without white coats, rubber rooms, and therazine drips, to worry about, the whole world is sick and i am not, and in a total nutshell, THAT IS NY GIAGANTIC PROBLEM. Even in small ways, how many times have any of u been victimized by ETTOS [ELECTRONIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM], AND REMEMBER, IT IS THOUGHTS, MEMORIES, AND EMOTIONS, ALL BASIC MENTAL FUNCTIONS CLOSE TO OR AT THE LEVEL OF SURFACE CONSCIOUSNESS????? eVER GET OVERLY TONGUETIED WHEN U ARE NOT REALLY EVEN NERVOUS, EVER GO THROUGH A DAY WHERE ALL THE LIVE tv U WATCH, from news broadcasters, to any live discussions, it seems everybody cannot talk
straight? How about 6 months or so back, even happened to our wonderful mister president bush, while speachin it ine night. This is how and why I totally know, that perhaps though involved in my hellishness in small ways, he, nor any us govt is what is really doing all of this, babyluv, if they had this ultimate technology, they wouldn’t be swettin russia, china, or irans nuke program, believe me I know this!!!!!!!! So if mr. bush can be influenced and made a victim of ettos, u would b retarded, not arriving at the conclussion that, and in using your words at your level in 2996, [WE HAVE LONG BEEN INVADED TOTALLY], as this race of humans that we think we are. F L A S H M O B HAVE HACKED ME, MUST TRY TO PUBLISH. =============================================================================== Thursday, June 15, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 26 Slide Kelly Slide At Your Next Baseball Trip =============================================================================== Well I was wrong about the electric company, a nice gentlemen phoned me back
yesterday and was very apologetic, when wrong about something, I was taught by good honest parents, at least maternally, to fess up, not that I still do not believe that all bad crap does kick in for me at all the wrong critical times, to keep phillies down, and dow jones up, 21 years of this now, I watch the rest of the world changing around me at high velocity, but my problem with the lawtrons still remain a MAJOR CONSTANT. DO U HAVE NO SHAME, YOU INTERNET SKUMBAGS THAT SELL PERSONAL INFO ABOUT PEOPLE TO WEALTHY SKUMMY AGENCIES AND BIG-BUSINESSMEN, WITH ONLY THE INTENT TO MAKE POOR PERSONS LIVES SO MISERABLE, U KNOW WHO U R, AND I DO NOT HAVE TO GO INTO
DETAILS. i AM A POVERTY STRIKEN FAT LITTLE NOBODY ON DISABILITY, AND THESE
DIRTBALL BILL COLLECTORS HARASS ME ON THE PHONE EVERY DAY, SO i CHANGE MY
NUMBER, LIST IT UNDER A DEAD UNCLE’S NAME, AND POW, THEY HAVE IT AGAIN AND START HARASSING ME. u WAALTHY PIECE OF MAMMALOVIN SKUM, HOW DO U SLEEP AT NIGHT, YA CREEPS!!! nO IT AINT THE 19TH CENTURY, AND ALSO i meant to say 2006 on prior blog, not 2996, hit the 9 key by ax, sorry, and it aint ’70 summertime with the big hit song playting, but it seems that there’s just no way to ever get away from my BASEBALL problem, let alone hockey, and the dow shit market. THE EVIL EMPIRE IS OUT OF CONTROL, AND HAS BEEN SINCE POOR ZOWKY BOT IT, AT THE HANDS OF OUR RUTHLESS WORLD DOMINATOR MILITARY FORCES. Yeah, baseball and me, we’ve been around forever, at least I have, and believe me mizz cara, it is PURE H E L L….!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That reminds me, my poor mom worked very hard for her DS ‘money, not noney’, as
stated in prior blog error, sorry swisscheeze. Kelly’s great grerat great grerat grandfather told me that I was very lucky as a boy, to have escaped these wicked evil CULTISTS, down in ACNJ, in the 60’s. This man writes a newsletter, or at least did up through end of last century, called, SECRETS OF THE NEXT DIMENSION. He had lots to say in it about these evil dangerous KEMTRAILS, too bad when I knew him, I did not put enough together at that time, to so inform him of the magic KRASSLE 1969 ASTERISK ******* KEMTRAIL. Funny thing about luck and chance, and random odds and controlled magneticsd and icpe-tek, u can go down to acnj to a casino every day and put one hundred bucks on all roulette numbers except 3 of them, and have a 35:38 odds of winning $100. If everything is so independent of everything else as they all believe, you would think, ok, w not bet this way, just go to a table over and over and randomly choose 3 numbers not to place your chip on, and have 35:38 chance to win? Well, they argue, but the 3:38 chance to lose has to get u, and as always, their vig wins out, and u lose in the end. But if with odds this high on your side to win, and each day is a brand new day, going each day to a different table and casino from your prior one, this should cancel out that effect, and hence you should just about never lose your $3500 bet. NOT TRUE, BABYLUV!!!!!!! And this is why, if you endlessly keep track of any number that ever comes out at your wheel, ever and always, day after day, in all casinos and at all wheels, anywhere in the world, and at any time, it IS INDEED ALL CONNECTED, IN EVENT-REALITY, can’t have it both ways pal, pick an evil, mister Daniro casino owner. So, logic tells u since all events in reality are stored and cosmically catalogued, then you will be defeated even with such high odds on your side, but if u know how to properly go home after a game, and calculate total spins of all games, and with a fairly simple math equation, compute which numbers that have been in colder [less outcomes] columns, and now r beginning to get hot, [come out], now the math equation can tell u to go to any table, anytime and anywhere,
and in your next game, give u 3,4,5 or so #’s, that will come out in that game, way over their 38:1 probability. Just luv to pissoff those rotten skum down there:-1 !!!!!!!!! When my dad found stacey’s chain, he took it to a merchant who warned him about it, and my dad, who was aware of the reputation of this knowledgable local, gave it away to him, not to be resold, but it was resold by his son, accidentally, in 1967, to a JOHN HENNINGSEN from Colorado, who went on to become a sort of a mentor to me in ’68, they called it and still do call it, BIG BROTHERS ORGANIZATION, the philly,PA office, was run at the time by a swell dude named Hans Worshing, and it was on 21st and Chestnut street, a block west of where I both lived and went to the city center elementary school, in 1963, now I had moved to Jersey, and lived in haddon township, still with the boys club at hans
worshing’s place, and hans introduced mister henningsen to my mom and me. After the chain one day was seen by me in johns apartment, in the fort nightly building in haddonfield, NJ, while I was cleaning his pad for ten bucks, he asked me if I wanted it, and I very enthusiastically said that I did. I had a friend, BRAD, and one day he and I, were just hanging out and messing around on the grounds of the garden type apartment complex, when out of the blue, a huge gargantuan man in his late 20’s, stormed out of a particular 4-unit building in the large system of apartments, demanded my chain, and we stared at him, at each other, and RAN LIKE HELL, but this huge dude thought he was the flash of 1990, and caught us by our necks, grabbed us and picked up off the ground, and scared us half to death. Eventually, he let us go and did not take the chain away from us, as sarah krassle would soon go onto do a few months later that following december, it was june 1969, and he insisted it was his. We were led by this frightening bastard to inside his unit, and his wife yelled out to him, “willya let those poor boys alone hun, its not r chain, r’s in in the babycarriage in the hall, christ don’t u have eyes”. I still to this day, aint buyin all this, afterall sarah took it away from me in a dream less than a half year later on that year, and I later learned that the dude who efed with brad and me, his wife’s name was ASTEE, ABBREVIATION OF THE WOED A S T E R I S K , by any
chance?????? My loyal, and not so loyal MORIANS, I was on my SKYTORCYCLE the other day in 2097, and was going down pacific avenue and right past resorts, still there, I turned right to head east out into the ocean area, and along came a large helicopter, the pilot looked at me, and I saw his face. If I ever told u who it is, you’d shit yourself if you believed me, it is someone you all know well, and no one that I ever mentioned on any of my bloggings. This larger by about 8 times cigar store horse, filled with compressed hellium, is a cool passtime, people up riding them everywhere, and in many parts of hyperspace, invented by a man from the margate, new jersey area, patented in 2038, and after the fifties roll around, everybody’s got one or 2, or 3. I lived in Quakertown in the turning of the 19 sixties, after leaving levittown,PA , in the end of the 50’s, and loved to play in the quakertown park playground. I met a kid who out of sheer fear, will not mention even a fake name, we’ll call him, [kid-x]. He used to call me the champion with the black snake, u know, those things that fly off when a large 18 wheeler truck gets a blowout, it is long, black, looks like a snake, rubbery, stretches like hell, and makes a super swell slingshot. Idea, find some playpark parallel bars, put snake over one with handles or ends looping down, one in each hand. Pull both hands to stretch it as evenly and as hard as possible, and the biggest trick, simultaneously letting go of both ends, so as to make it fly up the highest amount possible. I was the only kid who could send it completely outa view for a couple seconds. Why not, I WAS KING DAVID just 50 centuries back for the goddsake. One day, a mean kid who bullied all of us a lot took it away from us, and proceeded to walk across the street with his parents to the club pool. A storm had started to blow up, outa the weast, coming quite quickly. The kid who called me the champion, also had told me on previous occasions, that he had died, and was back here from heaven, I just thought he had a great immagination,
although he was convincing as hell, but this was the convincer day of days. He followed the boy to the pool, and after all swimmers got asked to exit due to the storm, he was the defiant last lingering one, and was still in whwn all other children had safely left by this time. The boy FROM HEAVEN pointed at the bully-kid, whose name was tommy, and shouted above a then howling wind with backdrops of loud thunderings, u die today tommy, come down to the pool for a swim great diana arteemus, and 2 seconds later, tommy was electrocuted, my ears ringing from the loud bang, this part of the story did not make the papers, but the child being killed in a quakertown pool in 62 did. =============================================================================== Wednesday, June 21, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 27 Flashmob Road Attacks =============================================================================== Monday, 2 days ago, I was driving down to good ol ATLANTIC CITY NEW JERSEY, and
going down, ran into 50 times more than normal traffic, loud bikers all over me like flies on a used toilet truck, but coming back home, the road was nearly empty, and in 22 miles or so, not one frickin rotten bike. OK< weather change, did it get colder, did it go from sunshine to a torrential rainstorm, answer, NO WAY JOSIE GIRL. Ever notice how some days and some times, the road is rediculouly busy, while other times it is normal, same day of week, and same hour of the day? If u really think u r immagining any of these things, and it is not {something wierd going on}; well, more power to u for keeping a more sane and sociaologically rational viewpoint, as i cannot. I have just seen way too much. About a year back, I was in Commerce bank, where I branch and bank, here in the town where I live, and just when I desperately needed help by a desk person, the bank filled up to barely breathing room only, literally a legal fire hazzard. When I told my manager friend, after she said to me, what the devil is this; was that we are experiencing a flashmob, and briefly went on to tell her about apollolucifer and its blackbrotherhood, and one of their very evil tools, F L A S H M O B S. The minute I got into my car, the engine seemed to be wrecked outa the blue, and super plane and chopper attacks came on me like I was in the
middle of either a war zone, or in the middle of the hurricane katrina disaster, after fema eventually arrived. When I got home, my landlady, outa the blue, threatened me with eviction for no good reason, was not behind in my rent, nor had I done anything to warrant this ciscious attack of her screaming and hollaring at me like a mad lady who literally was out of her mind, and just the day prior, we were talking about some normal every day thing, and all was well and fine, a MAJOR ETTOSIAN ATTACK, electromagnetic, NOT ELECTRONIC, thought transmission and ommision syastem controlling power, as with my typo error from a prior blog. 2 of my blogs from earlier this month, never made it through to be published in my MORIANITY BIBLE. Today, my new hacker friend, got these wierd hacks corrected for me. U must understand that the world of the unexplained, be it un or super natural by way of being a seemingly not yet existing science, or occult, or ufological, in nature, it is all ONE AND THE SAME REALITY, and I know factually that this is true, as I am directly related to a real physical person [brother] of the LORD JESUS CHRIST. In my current michael mountainpen sequence of dreams, the family lineage that my doulble-helix life string-program is part
of, makes me in this body, have strange and unusual abilites, and I know that Mr 666 hates me, as he hates what is now remaining of my poor and cursed family, it is not religous junk, it is real. I am living here, and I am living all over in many realms and worlds, and I am aware that I simply exist at and as void infinity, and it is my being aware of reality, that allows me to do some of the things that I can do. The reason I tell u so much about roulette, is it is the game of this rotten prickin bunttapper, mister 666. If you do very simple things in this game, and r not being magnetically lowered by being given constant life-killing hellsiege, y can make all the $$$$ in the world, I know, as I used to, until I came out of one world and entered into another one on the night of August 15th, of 1986. Things were done to me in ACNJ, too terrible to talk about, and though in higher realms, sarah loves me, she hates me hear, as she has been ETTOS’d to death by mister allienspacesaucer 666, all one evil rotten wicket hellish reality. I was not only taken from body in my moms media, pennsylvania apartment as I told you about, the pamona experience, and the one where I was slammed against the high wall air conditioner, but when I recently last December was at work, I fell asleep for a few minutes duribg my break, and
my heart exploded. I walked out of my car and into the warehouse, sarah had
driven her white lincoln in, same one she had on the earth plane, the day of the big atlantic 2000 storm, when I saw her and hubby on pacific avenue in it, she stared at me and me at her, but she did not even know who I was. Much more 2 tell u, but library scedaddle elbow just struck, bye for now. =============================================================================== Thursday, June 22, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 28 Full Evil, Full Evil Rotten Empire =============================================================================== Starting at just past 8 last night, I suffered through a major freaking milituforce chopper siege, directly over my residence, shaking the place like an
earthquake, and not to mention vio;ating a united states citizens legal civil human and constitutional rights. Some piece of military shit is flying crash level over the library as I type, and 2 workers at the library heard it loud and clear, and one said, he knows why I’m here blogging today, HE KNOWS, what’s going on against me by these evil wicket blackbrotherhood leviathin skumbag bunt tappers. Well, they have been warned, time now for some wicked awful storms, fires, floods, droughts, quakes, volcanoes, and tital waves, the controlled enemy agendaized media won’t let u c all my strikes, but they will know soon that they have gone too far with me. Atlantic City is headquarters to this entire world situation, not isreal, or any other thing you may believe. Aztecs and other strangly mingled and breeded tribes with outerworldly interdimensionalites, were in the SOUTH of this american continent, and biblical mentions of the end times and all the hell and unnatural crap involved with them, talk loudly about the lands from the NORTH. Well, u can argue all u want that in bible days that would be russia or lands in the north of european and aisian continents, and you are right on all accounts that deal with biblical times. Are we not discussing latter and END TIMES, mhy friends and morians? Now is closer or maybe at these times, so why would the eastern/northlands be what it is all about as this world gets ready to fall into disarray and catastophic hellfire? Y would it not be the western worlds northlands, GOOD OL’ FRIKI AMERICA, as this is the land to the north, as in the reference to these aztec and other earthly pleadianic physical plane cultures? Mr. Gates, the great zero/one whiz, has a city name, RONQUALIMMERISS ELDEFENTONAZO OWAMVIUS, AND LIVES HERE ON OUR WORLD NOW. hE DID WHAT HE NEEDED TO DO, AND NOW i MUST EXPOSE
THIS TRUE EVIL AROUND ME UNTIL i AM FINALLY BELIEVED. I shout a lot about these things, forgive my lack of net courtesy, but the stuff that u all must know, NEEDS TO BE TREETOP-SHOUTED. Notice how my siege last night, caused my phillies a major shut out, and another starting string of rockchucking losses? MARKET UP UP UP UP UP. AND PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, and this won’t quit until somebody with clout, first believes the full power and motive, behind all this sick twisted evil that is plotted against me, and sees all the why’s behind it, and then goes on willingly and diligently to help me learn exactly who on the earthworld is doing this to me, who the frikin bosses r, and how the entire power infrastructure of the BLACKBROTHERHOOD-LEVIATHINS operates. The sourse is ACNJ, and always will be, it also always has, it is why east-jersey indians believe in their great spirit, when the great sarah came to them through the main triangulation stationary white/black connection hole, on the top floor of the building, in a secret room built into a secret panel in the rear hallway that led to the room of SARAH J. KARGE herself. When I am not under the siege that started on or about 26 April at the Chesilhurst NJ Citgo gasoline station, as mentioned in several prior blogs, a simple 4/3 system kicks heavy ass in roulette games at any wheel. I keep track of all 3 parts to the 36 non-green numbers, example, #30, RED/EVEN/HIGH, ‘high is 19-36, and low is 1-18′, for those that do not play this game. As soon as any of these alternates 3 times, I play the 4th continueing alternate outcome, and if it loses I then
chase it with the same bet, in a mini-martingale of 1,2,4 units, win or lose, stop and go back fo 1 init play. So if I see 27red, 35black, 3red, I will now place one chip or unit of bankroll on black, to continue the
alternation-pattern, R/B/R/—B. When I am under all this death siege, I lose almost all the time, but when I am not, sure I lose my 7 units here and there, but I make 10 for every 7 I lose, aboce and beyond my house losses on green. Parallel event does not work any better or worse, nothing wins for you once u r in this nightmare. If I’m making this up, explain how I won all through most of 1986, until MILITUFORCE 86’d my whole freggin life, by wiping out my magnetic interaction with cosmos, through constant continuous covert siege and harassement. I couldnt win dime one at any game of chance any more. I can stand betting odds 5/6 on my side and lose almost every time, and the more u lose on bets that are high odds on your side, the more and quicker you will lose greater amounts of your play bankroll. Paula king let some more air out of my tire, just one this time, it may be happening right here at this library. U R B’ing watched big girl. You may b a giant powerful beauty queen, but you are not super girl sarah, if the constaples on patrol catch u, I’ll prosecute, and you will make restitution, and I know you’re loaded. Until I get some loyal morians that sit behind their computer a lousy half hour a day, 3 or 4 days weekly, and join a few chat rooms, and every legal time script in a plug for the MORIANITY BIBLE AND MY BLOGGER ADDRESS, don”t expect anything to ever change with the fills. They’ll just lose, lose, lose, forever and endlessly, till society evolves beyond all this sports olympian level, and this will never b, as the gods inside our deeper consciousness, knows that only the distraction of games and
challenges, and power struggles, and contests, will ever suffice, to keep our awareness to NON-OBLIVION, at an acceptable distance to maintain sanity and rationality. I know what many are arguing with me, u want oblivion pal, none of us do. Well, guess what I say to that? B U L L S U G A R. I know for sure that we only desire this, and in our true reality and existance, we crave no having to exist, so very much, that we would literally anihillate and totally obliterate the entire multiverse, the thoughtwave 6th dimension, and all the seventh dimensional lawtrons too, if only we could!!!!!!!!! Sarah, your no good rotten husband is a cheat, but all we men r according to all u women. I never ever would think of doing anything like that. If I’m with someone, even like Helen Zebriski, the girl I was with that night at the BLUE PARROT CLUB in 1999, I never so much as looked at any other girls, as I was brought up to be a gentleman, and do not care what the rest of this rotten dirty world does, nor thinks. She would flirt all around, but I never did. I was brought up the old way, the good way, back when america was indeed a country that I was proud to be a citizen of. Anyway, big S, your hubby was all over Helen, just thought u should know that he is just like your womanizing brother, and your friend, the mayor, WOMANIZING TRASH. I did not so much as look at his sister, your sister in law, even though I would have sold my soul to the devil to have her, super tall, long dark hair, and big gorgeous eyes. The following summer, the day of the great ATLANTIC storm, I finished up my beach day, the prick lifeguards kicked me out of the sea, as I was not a board surfer, and when I drove out of Resorts highrise parking garage, there u and hubby were, in your white link, we were both stopped at the Pacific Avenue light, I went straight to the west, and you
guys turned right to head downtown towards the south. U drove that same car,
only it was a bit smaller, into the warehouse I work in, or did last december before I died of a fatal heart attack. After I died, I walked out of my car and looked back and saw me inside it, dead of course, and you had just recently driven into the warehouse. I also know about your other warehouse in your aunt’s electric company down on the ACNJ north shore, with the smart-opener, did bill gates design that 4 u guys? Frank drove in with his squad car, with coffee and donuts, and vicci who always loved my’gorgeous hair’ back in 1970, not 1790 benny, my hair was almost gone then. You were telling me that it was warmer on the side of the warehouse that was to the west, and the sliding door was not fixed, it moved, and an invisible ray of pure energy was keeping the cooler air over in the other area, that u were gonna sit in your car and wait for some friends, who later arrived, and had a radio in their car playing, and I heard how the incredible flyers had been eliminated from the playoffs the previous night, this was now months in the future, and no longer early 12/2K5, but late in May of ‘6. We were all talking, and then I found myself in the chelsea
heights,NJ area, where your brother frank met me, and he told me to send flowers to some record exec, if I wanted her to listen to a tape of some music that I had written. Sure wish u would tell me in this world, about this music big S. Now for my moms dads L>B>I>, NJ property. It was called CAMP MICQUON, if I AM SPELLING IT RIGHT, NOT REAL GREAT AT SPELLING INDIAN NAMES, BUT EARLY IN THE 20TH CENTURY, ALL THE BIG SHOTS SENT THEIR KIDS TO MY GRANDPOPS CAMP, ONE OF MANY FAMOUS FAMILIES WAS THE ARCHITECT OF THE NEW YORK LINCOLN TUNNEL, THE HEAD ARCHITECT ON THE PROJECT. We knew the simpson kids, the people who owned the famous HOCKSHOP, where the CURSED HOPE DIAMOND was in for a while, but atomic duplications of some of its negative kerlian energy, were made, and sent into certain links in a chain that was [placed in a wooden crate off long beach island late one night, and ended up eventually sinking off the shores of New Orleans, in the great gulf waters, close to one of my fathers spanish treasure galleon sites. 3 psychics of independently informed me that sarah and my father know each other well on astral plane, and even knew each other here, her parents, the comic store owners, Mr. and Mrs. Callio, originally their family from Carlisle, PA, the one truth told to me, as all else was lies, big fat lies,
by the CAMDEN COUNRTY PROSECUTORS OFFICE. Why sarah wants this property, and y one of her gangfriend’s mother was writing a fictional book about events that were and r real in the future, and many other wild crap from the 69’s that occured, all remains an eternal mystery for me to this day, but I do indeed know secrets. In the brewster projects of the michigan motortown, a 13 year lod afro/amer cutie pie named dian ross, got pregnant bysomeone long before strawberry G stuck his fat throbber intro her, and this little kid was raised for nearly 2 years by mama and her. After she did make it big, and had the a after her name, not on the hospital bith records, she told the struggling group that went ontl become the jackson 5, but was 4 then, that if you would take little mikey off my hands, I’ll see My G welcomes your group to the label. This is y the poor little bastard looks like her, and is drawn to her, and so screwed up for crissake. As lightning, she told her little boy- me, all about this, and also told me the horrific crime that sarah in her human formout, got away with since her brother wears the blue badge. Doesn’t go like on law-and-order, where poor briscoe’s daughter, got screwed, and later murdered. U know well, or r related to the blues, well, the blues won’t be the music you are singin,
dig????????????? =============================================================================== Friday, June 23, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 29 Good Morning Wall Street =============================================================================== Well loyal and disloyal morians, not that I do not respect everyone’s opinion, as I most certainly do, but u can c that there is obviously no way that my enemy
dirtbags will permit the dow to drop and stay dropped to below 11K closes, and when they know the magic secret of how to prevent this occurance, namely
wrecking one poor little obscure pitiful persons life, totally and completely, at key and critical times, then y let it happen? Well, if it were really all this simple, what does anyone have this veheminantly against the Philadelphia Phillies ballclub? Also, u can make just as much loot shorting a stock, commodity, or index system as the dow futures, so then y not bless my life, short the dow, and never have me to worry about, as who knows, I just may get believed before all this is said and done and over and through, and I would be able to sue for a minimum of 30-60 BILLION BUCKS, after all that has been done to me by these evil consperators. The man recently awarded five billion for an exploding gas tank, one incodent, not that I am belittling this awful occurance, but he was jury-awarded $5,000,000,000.00. So y take the chance on a odds of even a trillion to one, that some day through some miracle, I may be able to get my problems successfully exposed to the world, and make erin julia roberts brockavitch, and her 2 million smacks, look like kids marshmallowing on a fire stick, next to the Chicago fire? REASON: simple, logic here does not apply, and you would fail here as you failed in your first command mission on the
shuttlecraft, in the original Star Trek, Mr. Leonard Spock Nemoy. Logic answers only logically oriented things and sitches. You ever try breaking up a fight verbally only as say a school teacher, using good logic, with some angry and highly emotional kids, forget it pal? Logic is thereby ruled totally out, at least in my mind, to this 21 year hell of my nightmare ICPE situation, me verses this crazy parallel event nightmare. That leaves only the possible choice that a bunch of luny and out of control, super-outer-worldly-beings, are engaged in sort of a war, or on lesser and kinder mindsets, they are in a contest, making bets with each other, will the evil empire win all the way to full today, will the poor dude last out the year, the gods have every month and year from 21 years ago when they began this with me, probably up to 80 years from now, and whenever I totally blow, someone wins the big cosmic prize. Thinking any other way is pointless, and yet, though I know that sueing extraterrestrial entities is a pure pipedream, A CALLIO MORNING PUN, I still, if ever provable in a court
of law, can recover major damages, from those caporial humans that have
permitted themselves, upon hearing the voice so to speak to do these evils to me year after bloody year, and some have very deep pockets like mister delerium tremors college boy from goodol’ haaavaaad unavasity, spelled with the accent to peep the ugly bastard smiling this morning. He ain’t the only deep pocket. Dave and I were driving on NJ 295, coming back from trenton towards camden area, and in florence township, at the time, that part of this highway had no shoulder in the direction southbound that we were then traveling. A McDonnel Douglas truck, the space agency people for crissake; the driver of this large 18 wheeler death machine, intentionally forced us off the road and into nothing but rock, and luckily, we both came out of this attempted-hit, unscaved. Hit, meaning it both ways buddie boy, or as my new buddy on my space.com, says, buster brown. Hope u r c’ing some of the nightmarish horrific crapola my life is all about, and by the way, I joined one of the UFO clubs, and sent them a message post, regarding my very unusual blooged life story, along with my blogging address. I am telling the world my story for 2 reasons, justice, and safety of the entire human race’s
future, as I will never totally know what I am involved with, nor did I ever ask for any of it, but my little simple logic is that if this hell can befall one person, and I am convinced I’m not carrying this super-tonnage, all by my lonesome- most others long ago would have gone the 3 ways that people go under this: PERMANANTLY MAD AND INSANE, PRISON FOR MURDER AND LIFE, OR INTO A CEMETARY, 6 FEET BELOW THAT LOVELY SMELLING FRESH EARTH. sO IF MY HELL, CAN SAVE 1,2, 5, 40, 1000, WHATEVER, POTENTIAL OTHER FELLOW MEMBERS OF THE HUMAN RACE, FROM GOING THROUGH MY NIGHTMARE, OR SIMILAR ONES, AT THE HANDS OF SOME NOT YET IDENTIFYABLE ENTITY, IT IS WORTH IT. Admitantly, I would like justice done, and am totally unable to think up a fair monatary amount of restitution that could ever hope to make up for what they have done to me, in the total absolute destruction of a persons life, and here in a so-called FREE SOCIETY. Sure, I will start negotiating at somewhere around 5-10 times the gastank explosion award, as a lesser amount for what they have put me through, would be the total epitome of insult. Speaking of things done, as I list some, see it as something that was done to one of your loved ones, your closest one that u love the most, really see this, and if anger does not buid up in you to where the gods help-u, u do not literally throw your computer accross the room, then I diagnose u as a
very repressed ond overly self controlled individual, that someday will
blow-postal. Then, remember, what am I, a slab of old diseased chopped turkey livers, commun, gimme a brea, I live and breathe right here in this world, just as all the rest of u do!!!!!!!!!!! O, those darn typos and ettos hacks, meant to say in a pior blog, that I moved into Voorhees, nj, from Mantua nj, on the night of april 30th, not the night of may 31st, sorry. Anyway 5 weeks or so I had the krassle ‘dream’, believe me, it ain’t no dream, as u are literally abducted out of the waking/dream realm of ordinary reality, and literally transported to either a parallel universe in the multiverse of hyperspace, or sent directly to the astral realm, which I will explain later, exactly what it really is and is all about. Anyway after this experience where she was singing a song that she had written, LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, many things also occured, that I’ll promise u, to get into details about at a later time. But for now, 3 days later about June 6 of ’80, give or take a day or 2, I was driving my car to work at RPL sound studio, when I stopped at a red light, and it was not that hot that day, so instead of using my car air, I used natural air, windows rolled down. A dude
in his late teens yelled at me to give him a ride. I did not. Stopped at the
next light, again this happened, he was only picking on my car and me, no one else, and again I did not oblige him, and drove on. 2 miles down the road, he was waiting for me, and now I’m feeling like Vera Miles, on Serling’s Twilight Zone show. How’d he get ahead of me, if he needs the ride, and I know that no cars passed me, and no side roads led to where, even if this had been planned, he still could not have been, unless done by hotair balloon, ahead of me at the 3rd traffic light. But bigger than life, here again, is sarah krassle’s brother, and younger than he would have been in 1980, as he looked 16ish, and I know he was twice that and then a couple years more. He always referred to sarah as his’KID SISTER’. I still did not give him a ride, and while driving off on to the BLACK HORSE PIKE to make a right so I could pick up a broken watch left at a jeweler near there, before proceeding onto my job at the studio, he HOLLARED OUT TO ME, “LAST CHANCE DUDE, GIVE ME A RIDE OR I’LL BREAK YOUR CAR”. Got to work after picking up my watch at the ‘then’, EJ Korvette store, at the Nicholson Road Shopping Plaza, in Audubon Park, NJ, just a couple miles downroad from my job, told my nightime boss, Mr. Don Cialoni, about this wierd strange twisted teen boy, he really put the fear of the gods in me, and the entire episode was
every bit as unnerving to me, as Vera Miles’ occurance was with her in the TTZ show. But this was ‘real’, whatever that is, and not some TV show. So after my workshift terminated, I punched out and got into my ’78 chevy nova, and proceeded to drive home to the Robin Hill Apartnment complex, where I resided. But the kid still had me so spooked, without even knowing why, nor what I was doing, I found myself retracing my route, and as previously stated, I only went this way to pick up a watch that was being re-crystalled by a nearby jewellry shop, but sure enough, I was heading back, on the exact route, in which I drove to work, out of my way by 1 or 2 miles, thinking of this wierd shithead the whole trip. Then, nightmare township was entered babyluv. Right as I got to the very exact intersection where the brother or the claimer-to-be brother of SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, had said to me less than 9 hours ago, “i’ll break your car”, bangpop, a muffler had suddenly materialized instantly before me, it just was there, first it wasn’t, then boom, it was JUST THERE, totally out of the blue. Naturally, POP POP POW, my mufler system hit this one that was just suddenly laying there right in front of me, before I could even react to the point of getting my driving foot off accel and onto brake pedal, and my car within 20 seconds came to a dead stop, the gas gague reading totally empty, yet it was just filled when I left the apartment to come to work yesterday afternoon. HE BROKE MY CAR, as I would not give him a ride. He said he would, and right at the precise spot damn it, where he said he would do it, boom, he did it. This is all written about in my COPYRIGHTED, NOT cpyrighted BOOK FROM 1994, CALLED [the permission barrier.] This blog, authorizes anyone to write to the library of congress, to request a taped-copy of this non-published book of so-called, but not really, FICTION. You will have to pay a hefty fee, as their copying charges are a bit up in the stratosphere, hay, gotta keep uncle sam up and running. Speaking of uncle and the feds, I was minding my own business at
work a while back, and a strange dude walked in, asked me for some directions, and left, but the minute that he departed, I had to run to the john and remove liquid pudding that did not smell all that great, from my body and send it quickly down to callio’s water and cesspool system. I returned a bit weekened and nausiated, very queasy, and sat down in my guard’s chair. Next thing I knew, I was not asllep, nor in body, but on a very scenic busroute going through mountainous roads with trees everywhere with more than normal autumn foliage, in bright colors beyond any u would ever c here in ordinary waking world existance. The bus was leaving a university area, that may be the state college, pennsylvania, area; anyway, it eventually arrived on paciffic avenue in atlantic city, NJ. Suddenly, I was removed, without reason nor provocation, from this bus, by 3 burly federal agents, who cuffed me tight to the point of heavy pain. They took me to the far north shore to a building, where I became aware I both lived in, and worked in, as a security officer, but not a building here in our
universe, it had 45 floors, and was huge, and very gorgeous. I was taken to a ground floor area, and let finally into a big and rectangular room with a huge video set up, like a movie theatre, but used for getting interrogated people on tape. They insisted that I had commited some awful crime, hit me, and kept yelling shut up over and over, if anything I said, was not what they wanted exactly to hear. They did not say PATUPSHU, as if this was the astral realms, they would, so immediately, I was able to deduce and ascertain, that I was in a parallel universe, and got here through a non-consentual ABDUCTION, as I belonged back at my job, in another world, and I knew this, and was totally aware and lucid to that fact, vividly. Eventually I was released and told I’d be brought back when they need more from me, and not to leave the area, that they could retrieve me anywhere and at anytime. When I came outa this hell, physically, all my illness type symptoms had totally vanished, felt like superman, but was left with a wave of fear so terrible that I nearly walked off my job. I told the olympian god that I mentioned a couple blogs back, as in human form, he worked as a welder in this plant that I was guarding. He said that sarah stacey is behind it, and that her father took her to KRASSLEVILLE, and that she is being punished. There’s quite a bit more to tell, but let us move on before my time at the computer expires. The astral realm, is perhaps the most misunderstood concept of the entire human race. Stop seeing yourself here as a real being that is you, and that upon death, some thing exits your body and
lives on this plane for a while, later moving into heaven or hell, IE, to the catholic faith, this plane is referred to in their lingo as pergatory. The reason a body weighs a millionth of a gram less after death, it ain’t the weight fo toyr soul or astral-body, it is the weight of your brain waves, all electricity has weight, One electron has a precise gram weight of some tiny amount X10 to the minus20 something power. Die, no more elecric current in your heart or brain, and this means you have just lost weight for the final time, nothing your house scales could ever hope to be able to measure, just to infinitessimal. Even astral projection is mis-understood. As u read this blog, u live on the asteral realm, in ways I could not start to go into now. You get tired, as u do here, even bored, from time to time, as u do here, and fall asleep so to speak, out of your astral existance, and you begin entering into many many endless different sequences of physical and caporial dream interactions, to where u think of as here, and U. We all really exist as one in void infinity, we dream out of that as the oness entity, into unlimited amounts of astral realm entities, and later dream further down into worlds of so-called physicallity. When upline from our whole multiverse, the great SSJKK, who there is just a normal girl, sarah krassle, thought of her times in younger days between 10 and 20, certain thoughts became downlined-particle-equivelant-realites, so to speak, to her physical upline multiverse existance human thought waves, and this is y in truth, the big picture of wave/particle duality is indeed a reality. Just as with her, u think something, and a whole downlined multiverse comes to be. U think that when U think, that is that, a thought, but no way, it is a major waveline reality with muliple depths and layers, not yet fathomable to homosapiens in this dark age century and millenium. Thoughts as simple as those exchanged by 2 little kids on a playground merry-go-round, have layers and depths that go all the way down to total unconsciousness, the very void infinity itself, that is the reason of course for the counterpart thoughts to be being thought in the first place, but FIRST, it must filter through an ASTRAL plane, the inbetweens of void infinity, and caporial physical plane life. When I go into deep trance, I can within ten seconds be where I am, and also anywhere else, ghostlike, but really there. In another 30 seconds, I can shut off my physical life-dream here, so to speak, every bit as much as if I shot myself throgh the top of my head and scattered my brains a block down the road. Knowing already, the truth of how this game-box works, for lack of better nomanclachure, I find myself aware of void nothingness, if a fan is on in my residence, or a 2000 watt quad, no diff, no longer hear it, as it is not really there, you guys and gals, back in life still see and hear these illusuions, I am in total dimensionless nothingness, and am aware of it, It takes another minute or so, only that is my time-concept, I can
sit in void infinity a quintillion years, it never passes any real time, but
anyway, I then think exactly what world I wish to be in, what type of dream
sequence to be in, or I can wish to merge with the thought that is all of this, and this secret, takes u straight to the highest astral realms, as now, you r with the upline thought, but seperate from it, and this is how I can be with the great SSJKK, in her city, bypassing all the regular regulations and rules, that astral societies enforce much more strictly than laws by man are enforced down in lower life existance. Unfortunately, never can we endlessly stay, as we exist on dream realms or HS realities all over, through the endless upline/downline multiverse system, which is one dimension up from HS- D5, and is D-6. This thought line, as all dimensions do, loop around, and no upline is an original, nor can there ever be a last one, no first and no last, only the thoughtwave of the entire system as a shole, may be viewed in that mannor, and this is why biblical accounts say that GOD is alpha and omega, greek for first and last letters of their alphabet. If 33 million people all live in homes that contain an attick, with a secret panel and behind it is 10 million dollars in gold bricks, and one person learns of their attack panel, and retrieves their wealth, what happens? 32,999,999 people, with the potential to change their lives and
live like kings and queens, never will, because they’ll live and die, without seeing a truth that was right there in their face all along. But one lucky mister and misses luckyfortune, they sell the house and move the islands, soak up the good life with 4 % interest from their CD account, paying them for sitting around having a blast till the day they croak like a frog. Does not matter, that all of us posses the ability to never fear physical death again, nor ever have to wonder about life’s great mysteries, because very few will open thier panel, retrieve their gold, take it to their bank, and forever alter their life. Yes it is what U know my Morians. =============================================================================== Tuesday, June 27, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 30 Did Donna Drop Both Her Drawers & Her Dollars =============================================================================== Tried to get here, as sarah-stacey’s soundalike would say at the vineland auto
lot, but upon arrival at library yesterday, not only was a low loud private
BFA/piper plane on me like maggots on the dead, but computers were off line, and I was told today, it was a simple problem that verizon got around to repairing around 3:30 yest. afternoon. Needed to get my stuff out at minus 6 hours this time, it is all about timing, ask any lamist. So again, after major death siege all weekend and including into Monday as well, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, phillies wiped clean by a death rag, market soaring, and on goes the evil-ICPE- Trilogy. Thanks for all the help out there. I’ll know when just a small handful are plugging y bible on chatrooms 5-8 times an hour for 3 hours a day, 3 days a week, a lousy 9 script-hits to plug my blog and address, and repeat enter it with one key tap, just 9 or 10 weekly plugs times 5 people, and I would get say 50 plug promos, and if outa that, 10% or just 5 readers came to join the fight, and also chain-plugged me, 5 would go to 25, and the exponential groth would quickly grow, no magic to math, all simple 1 and 1 realities, 25 to 225, and in 10 stages over a year, where would it stop? 225 is the 3rd stage, 1125 is the 4th, get it? With 1000 to a million morians, listening, and believing even the mere possible outside chance that there is something to what I say, the evil empire would sink to the bottom of shithell river, like a stone. Dow would go straight back to 2 or 3 K, where the hell it belongs, it only blew up to this absurd 5-digit value, by directly using me as a covert punching bag, since early in the
1980’s. U know the tim mcveigh story, and then the so called foreign terrorists, and all the so-called people who want to hurt america, as we of course never make any global enemies, and certainly we would never think of having a secret plan of total world domination. Oh no, no, then y are we allowed enough nuke capability to blow the world into a new orbit, and yet demand all other nations to never so much as make a watt of electricity with this tek, and never trust anybody but our selves? Who says our kids won’t start a war, if I were another sovereign nation, I would b scared to death of this nuclear giant terrorizor land, US!!!!Say it as word or abbrev, no diff!!!!! Look, long ago, the rules were very different, now we are the world dominators, and we disgrise all of what we intend, as humanitarian and responcibility, we are the great overseerers of the world, who r we working for, the 666shipsaucerdemonman, who’s pluggin the orders? Ever wonder y we really don’t care about our national deficit, cause the answer is so simple, it is out there biting your ass and your face? We do not intend to ever repay, we take and take, and when the people here, or the rest of the world pop ever calls the loan on us, we can then say, fuku, we got all the nukes baby, whatcha gonnadoboutit??????!!!!!!!!! People just don’t ever stop and
really think, and then begin to really c, just what the hell is really
happening. The ignorance level is on a gargantuan scale that boggles my mind
times 100 to the 1000th power. poor little 4 foot tall smartykid goes to a bad neighborhood school, and gets bullied to death, let’s say for sake of example: He just cannot get the adult world to believe him, so on it goes, punch slam, lunch money taken, books thrown to the floor of the hall, u know the story, we all went to friggin high school. So one day, smartykid gets a brilliant idea. He keeps all the personal things that the bully kids throw at him and then at lunch break, sneaks outa the caf and into the school’s parking lot, breaks all the teachers and principals windows, and throws into their cars, all the stuff belonging to the bullies, and now he gets to live again. Evidence with kids prints on them, their own stuff, thrown into the cars, windows broken, and of course smartykid wore gloves so his prints ain’t no where to b found. All the 20 bullies get expelled, and smartykid lives happily everafter, that is if high school could ever b described in that rediculous manner. My parable that my 62nd grand daddy showed me to use last night in my ‘sleep’ is to show that the trade center, the oklahoma buildind, and all of it, is no more than a super BFA secret TOP X 3, plan, to get all the civil rights removed from the citizenry, in the name of safety and security of our lovely free nation of course. All mirrors, slight of hand, smokescreens, and shows with plenty of dogs and ponys in them,
believe it, and stay a dummy for all I care, it will b your funeral. U mjust be brought now to a new level in morianity, it’s time, as the LAMISTS would so perfectly say. My aunt mrs. geraldine Snow, was a highly intelligent super organized person who would never ever let any situation get away from her that would make her look foolish and incompetent. One day in late May of 1967, she called my mom at her office, and begged us to take her daughter Sandy, with us to the Trinidat Hotel, when we went on vacation late in June. She had messed up some plans, and had to pan her off on us. Believe that and I’ll tell u I’m a monkey. Naturally a huge story must be told, but the scedaddle elbow struck, no way to fight this, must find a way to get a laptop. =============================================================================== Wednesday, June 28, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 32 Letter From Chester, Forget Michael’s Message =============================================================================== Started to tell u in prior blog today but got as I always do, somewhat caught up in what I went on to discuss, forgetting what chester wrote to me. He claimed I was somewhat goofy for making such a [ BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS TENNESSEEE AVENUE THING], and there was nothing to any of my wild claims, and on and on, with how all the people on the block were just simply small shop and motel ownere, caught up in no more than the normal duties of successfuly running their businesses. Then, and this stuck out like a sore tooth, u really did not have to be a professor of literary mechanics to c this, he blares out, WORKING IN THIS HOTEL REALLY CHANGED MY LIFE. Powerful words if u ask poor lil’ol’ me, after u spend line after line in a letrter to a perfect stranger, responding to his querry and also his insinuations of the supernormal happening around his place, meaning mine to him, and all he does but go on and on about normal living and gee willigars why would anyone think anything wierd or strange was ongoing, and then pop right out of nowhere, a paragraph in his letter starts off with, working in this hotel really changed my life. Well, for something to REALLY C H A N G E YOUR FREGGIN’ LIFE, I cannot make any deductive reasonig in logic how NORMAL OR EVEN NEAR TO NORMAL SITUATIONS could have such, and in his own words, life changing effects, it really, if closely examined, in the mechanics of a literary work, does not fit, hence, I feel he is frightened to death, and wrote me a buch of big fat lies. I cannot prove this, but on the night of December 12, 1996, and before I go on, I made an error in my prior blog and wrote’77, when I meant 1967, when discussing an agreement made between my aunt, her daughter, and the Sha of Iran, under oreders of the great SSJKK, but back to present point, I went to sleep at or about 1 AM, and 4 hours later at 5 on the dot, I literally jumped right out of bed, from a major[dream/interaction, that I totally believe was given to me by the queen of dreamgivers, the great sarah krassle. By the way in case u never ever knew this, and it is biblical in the story of abraham and aisac, the word for QUEEN ON ASTRAL REALMS IS S A R A H !!!!!!!! Sarah the wife of abraham was originally named with the astral-term of princess, earth translations are sarii, and the allmighty knew of this huge shit in the 20th century AD, and came directly onto the earthrealms, and instructed abraham to rename his wofe, QUEEN or SARAH , really u r saying exactly the same thing, just as her lovly great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, MEANS ON THE EARTHREALMS, the city of the great sarah krassle. cHESTER KNEW ABOUT THE WORMHOLE, AND WHEN HE FOUND IT, MRS. BASSLER, HIS ADOPTED MOTHER SAID HE WENT TEMPORARILY CRAZY, ONLY SHE BLAMED IT ON MORE SOCIOLOGICALLY ACCEPTABLE TERMINOLOGY, and said it was something that the [then] secretary of defence, mr. mannemara, said on television. BULLSUGAR, not buyin into that for a picoseck. The callio family had numerous comic stores all over north and central atlantic city, and these comic charachters pose great dangers when misunderstood. Yes, this was done to attract kids and the lamist cult had a real brainiac attack with that move, but the dangers of dealing or overdealing in and with PHASE 4 BEINGS, is too wild and incomprehensible to go into further at this moment. Phase four entities, cannot sustain their caporial existance in the worlds below their astral births, it violates the laws in lawtronics, and none of us break these laws, violation of these laws has no penalty nor punitation logic, as they simply CANNOT B VIOLATED, AS DIANA ROSS would so perfectly say when she called privecode once, “NO HOW, NO NOTHING” =============================================================================== Thursday, June 29, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 33 Evil Empire 100/ Righteous Empire 0 =============================================================================== An elaborate game is being played with me from the 6th dimension. The computer
man led me to believe that he could do wondrous things with my blog, but so far, I have wasted several long days over a 3 week period, and I am getting nowhere at light velocity cubed. I am being snickered and laughed at by trashy people, for no reason, merely walking up to the 2nd floor of this library, and 2 teen girls thoght something about me was utterly hallarious, even the people next to me at another computer, snickered at something, while I was speaking to this so called computer-geek, do not think this is anything except a total waste of my time, and remember, that I have a near-eternal indicator, the EVIL TRILOGY, being this time of the year, PHILLIES, and DOW JONES STOCK SYSTEM. Every single day, up and lose, up and lose, up and lose, and I am getting totally shit-squashed. If this was a joke, I would b the happiest duse on plan.earth, but it’s not a joke, this nightmare hell is actually and literally happening to me JAMES T. BURR of the star ship GLOUCESTER. The LAMIST cult is just too frikin powerful for me to fight alone, they have everybody and everything in and under their control. Let me start to tell u that this all goes way beyond the Iranian
shah or however u spell the title, but it is totally connected to this area, and 2 persons whom lived 3 or so mellinea ago, sariisarah, and her hubby, big Abby-baby. None of what is really happening, will any of u believe, and this will offend u, sorry but tough beans, you are all swinging from vines next to where I am in the grand scheme of this life. It is not supposed to b this way, I am what u could refer to as heavily SOUL-DAMAGED. Translation: u r not supposed to b anywhere near as totally aware to truth and total reality, as I am, it accidentally occurs when miraculously, somebody is able to survive against astronomical odds, a hell and nightmare, that is beyond fathomability!!!!!! I said it before, and you will read it again on future MORIANITY BIBLE, friends and fiends, ATLANTIC SHITTY/CITY, NEW JERSEY, is where this entire humongous evil monstrous nightmare is all eminating and fleminating from, and the only good thing that I have to say about this place, is that when the sun blows apart in the skies above us one beautiful glorious day, this wicked evil den of shit will be totally and completely wiped off the face of the earth. Some skum bag has the unmitigated gall, to turn a radio on in here, and nobody in authirity is telling the person to stop, and as I wrote this, the lawtrons made an adjustment in the program, and stopped the music, literally. But things r happening around me that r too incredible to be believed. My computer man cannot seem to get the blog the way he told me he was going to, and seems to be a little stimied, maybe
he still will succeed at it, but I will believe as I have come to learn to
believe things, as and when, they actually occur. I have been promised things that would make trump and gates sit up and take notice, but always end up just being lied to, or the promiseor simply seems to always be unable to fullfil what was agreed upon, leaving me out in the cold, hopeless and helpless, and then they all say, that I am a baby and a whiner. Fine! Say I am 7 foot 5 for all I care, I know I am knee high to a child, and I do not live in fake realities, I accept what is, and know what can b changed, and change it, but few things are lawtronically permitted to be altered in my favor. Anyone wishing me hell and harm, all they have to do is ask the lawtrons to bury me, and boom, 6 feet of heavy dirt is laying upon my chest. Try to help me, and people end up in car crashes, sick, and all this type of crap. Sandy, my cousin, whom went onto name one of her twin daughters, Stacey, was in my room, # 323, in the Trinidad motel, on Tennessee Avenue, in ACNJ, and so was all of the VI-QUEEN gang, Sarah-Stacey, Nena Soifer, daughter of the manager of the Trinidad, Paula King, and many other giant beautiful teen queens, all these girls were in my room, big beautiful giant dangerous teen-queens. There are lawtron systems that cause certain precise things to occur, this being one of those things, and it effects huge
numerous things down through the space-time continuum. When the space agency, who is gonna launch another shittle craft tomorrow, tried to murder David and myself, by forcing us off the 295 NJ highway in early ’88, the driver was related to one of the persons in this gang, through marriage, a mister Jackson. My aunt, never ever never got anything screwed up, the epitome of an organizer, somebody that had it together in totallity 24/7/365.2422. Yet, oh gee, she just happens to need help from sister in law Grace, my mother, and begged us to take her daughter, my first cousin, Sandy, off her hands, and with us on our vacation to ACNJ. Believe me, don’t tell me I’m making mountains from molehilles, I AM NOT!!!. This lady prided herself to a fault and then some, and would literally rather die and burn, than to ever ever admit to needing anything from anyone, NOT EVER, this was who she was, the kind of person she was. I AM NOT EXAGERATING THIS, nor making any of this up so help me the gods. She was great friends with an ex CIA agent, who went on to be the shahw of Iran, later into the 1970’s. If I ever told u all that is happening to me, day to day, going right up to the
present time, u would tie me up with ropes. I am claiming this plot goes back to when the great SSJKK camr here to this planet, and talked to Sariisarah and her hubby Abraham, and that Iraq, the Gulf War, the terrorism and the plane bombings, all of this is not a bunch of seperate crumbs, but is one huge twisted rotten and stinking fruitcake, that blew up in my face, is still blowing as I type presently, and will continue blowing, untio someone believes my nightmare, and sees what real hel is all about, and why it is NOT a good thing for mankind, but a super disaster, that the stock market continues to gain, some super secret japanese cults knew this 90 years ago, and I have news clippings in credible papers, backing up all these claims that I now am making. These sick LAMIST/LEVIATHINS AND THEIR DISEASED FLASHMOBS AND COMPUTER ATTACKS, AND ATTACKS ON THE REAL FREEDOMS THAT ONCE MADE THE UNITED STATES THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON THIS SICK OLD PLANET, R BEHIND THINGS SO TERRIBLE, THAT IF U WOULD TAKE ME SERIOUSLY AND BELIEVE ME, YOU WOULD ALL GO OUT RIGHT THIS SICK DISEASED MINUTE, LOCATE ALLOFEM, AND OBLITERATE THE ROTTEN BASTARDS AT WARP55. Stop seeing alquida and housein and any of these people as so monstrous, they r only following orders from LAMISTS, and if they had not, their families would all have been shamed, and tortured to death, by sicker people even than those that ran the US torture prisons, although I have first hand knowledge, just no court
evidence, that those abagrey people or however you spell the name of that
prison, they all are high ordered LAMISTS, just as is mister loveboy moneybags
trump. =============================================================================== Thursday, June 29, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 34 The Story Of The [New Age] =============================================================================== So my beloved morians, and lessians, [those against me, not simply those in
disagreement, as I respect all opinion], I refer to as Lessians, opposite of
more is less, duh, anyway; now to the story about the new age and y it never
came in in this timeline or part of hyperspace. First, all lines endlessly are in just as much motion as all celestrial bodies in the vacumn of space r, and this motion is based on endlessly moving and altering centerline realities, {MRC’S, moving reality centerlines}. Every instant in the illusion of time while we exist in physicallity, is exaxt centerline reality, in and of itself, at that instant, but, just a child sitting on a parkbench with his buddy, there are unlimited practically, different potential outcomes of occurance that if all else remained unchanged in the entire worlds everywhere, that can occur in the very next instant, between just these 2 little tikes on the bench, for a quick 5-example, absolutely nothing may occur between them, 2ndly, ben calls bud a dushwod and hocks a greenie at him, 3rdly, bud does this to ben, 4thly, ben gives bud an arm popper, and 5thly, bud gives the armslammer to ben. Now an instant later, coming from say, and chosen purely at random, #5, maybe benslams bud back on the arm is choice #1, or he cries and yells for mommy over on another bench squalking her head off with her new park friend bettysue is choice #2. If your mind could c for a louzy seck just how complex and intricate the 6th
dimensional menu so to speak, must be, to provide the multiverses of all the
uplline/downline system, [6th-D], you’d get a small glimpse at the power to
anyone that might gain any potential control of what has been 20th century
termed in sci-fi circles, [interdimensionalization]. If u had a trillionth of control over the powers behind this mega-gega-terra-peta menu of unfathomable complexity, u could fix it so that all u would have to do is wink at one person, or let another person see u do a summersalt while hollaring out kockadoodledoo, and 50 moves later a war would start, or iraq would invade kuwait, or whatever, u would b no less than a real honest to the gods GOD. Lawtrons think of manipulation of interdimensionalization as childsplay, and literally, as a little kid would play with toy soldiers or dolls, and immagine a life and existance around those toys with their thought energies, this in sort of a way, is what LAWTRONS do. Man can learn to synthesize this technology in numerous various ways. Let’s not even friggin’ go there right now, for the sake of the gods!!!!!!!!!! When I was young, I had a situation develop with a strange powerful and mysterious girl, down in Atlantic City, NJ, in the 1960’s. Later, she continued interacting with me, but I tried to ignore it and go on with my life, but she and I were not meant to end our interaction on this world plane, at this point. I had an experience where I spent 5 months in a parallel event ACNJ, with a famous recording artist, whom there I knew well, and was an employee of the AC Medical Center, as a Lab Tek. I’m speaking of the disco queen, Donna Summer. From 86-95, ten straight years after the very day that I awoke from this wild interaction that in one night seemed to b 5 full months long, every single thing in my life seemed to be visciously cursed. Whatever I
wanted, anything, would be totally repelled from my proximity like precision
clockwork, and in like manner, but concentrically, whatever I hated, would be major attracted into my proximity. I was keeping a life bar chart, and watched it move overnight, literally, from normal numbers, to nothing but ones, ones, ones, the very lowest rating number. Things like this r not imagined, that was my proof, that something off the scale major had gone down in my life. One day I went for hypnotherapy, against doctors advice, and all those I knew, who seemed to wierdly sense that I was commiting some sort of invisible yet very real cosmic suicide, by having this hypno shit performed on me. But I was 21 +, and told the world to go to the blazes, and did it. Again, my life forever changed, as it seemed, the 60’s and Sarah, was just days or weeks behind me, instead od decades, as my last encounter with her on the NJ transit bus at the ACNJ bus terminal, was on the night of 12 July, of 1970. A quarter of a century had ticked by for mosescrissake, but to me, it was all yesterday, not that I had forgotten any part of my life, it is hard to explain verbally, but where a normal adult puts childhood at mentally, I had taken it out of that invisible cosmic box, and resurrected it, in a way that it was normal for me to be acting as though these people down in ACNJ should also see this all as a week ago, and
believe me, THEY FRIKIN DID NO SUCH THING. My returning angered them, they
already had major guilty contionces for all the evil they did to me,
molestation, consperacy to kidnap, assalt, robbery, and major abuses mental,
psycological, and ritual. I will not harp on and on with this. Call it midlife crises mixed with hypnotherapy, or whatever u wish to label all of this, like my hellish nightmare life wasn’t bad enough already, with more than enough bullshit tonnage to fill the new york harbor dry and stinky, now I’m on this wild quest and search to locate the great super girl, Sarah Krassle. This wiped out the entire new age and other things that would have softened this hi-tek society blow, but now, due to timeline alteration, never moved properly into place due to my offing the centerline moving realities, the wrong way, and involving the eldest daughter of the great god NEPTUNEJUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS.Mr. Krassle, as I call him, and he despises me for it, and hates my living stenching gutts anyway to start with, just 4 good measure. One day I went to his large 1400 foot escallator that leads up to an apartment right on the KRASSLEVILLE border, near the great KRASSLEVILLE RIVER that runs uphill into parts of the 6th dimension, cannot tell u more, they’ll kill me, 2 death angels passed my left side as I have been blogging all of this. Sorry I wrecked the new age for all of us, no one would have enjoyed living in it more than me, it would have compensated a lot for all this geeky compuker stuff. But, since my
return from the {other atlantic city}, why do you really think they did that
promo?, anyway sarah, harrah, remember that now here, whatever I would like the world 2 b, it will only b the major reverse. I have much much more to tell u. A huge story surrounds my adult-life return to the great city on the human realm, [ACNJ], but 4 now, the ol’ library scedaddle elbow just kicked in, so bye-bye, ya-all!!!!!! c u soon !!!!!! =============================================================================== Friday, June 30, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 35 Fly Dowey Fly Upon Your Pirate Ship =============================================================================== WELL, THANX FOR NOTHING LOVELY WORLD, FOR TAKING ME #1, SERIOUSLY AND BELIEVING
SOME OF MY PLIGHT, AND #2, FOR RENDERING ME SUCH LOVELY ASSISTANCE. Don’t really c what any of u would have had to lose, as I did explain how u all could get rich as goldhorders, by simply shorting Dow index, and making certain type of sports bets, which are taken most likely at every office, plant, or place u may b working, and every friendly neighborhood block also has their friendly little odds maker, of course, along with his 3 or so 6 and 1/2 foot enforcer sergeants. Aniwho, no one believes, and I watch this world hurling at very rapid rates and velocities, rushing towards some type of human/machine merging, ain’t natural, ain’t one bit good, it is sick, demented and totally twisted. If a dozen people plugged my spot for an hour a week, adding notes to things from I know darn well, r there, from their own lives, that would further tie into MORIANITY BIBLE, and make it all the more credible reading, for the average geek, nerd, newby, casual Internet browser, or what have u, But no, the hell with poor me and my infinite and vicious hell. This is why the Phillips have lost 7 straight, and the Dow was up nearly a quarter thousand frekin points yesterday, don,t my accurate predictions, over and over again, mean anything to this air-head society? If I was proven wrong all the time, that is when u should b saying, [screw this ass hole’s’s stupid blog, it’s just a lota sick crazy bullsmells. I said, not once, twice; watch the earthquake I must now give to the world, it is
blog dated for crissake, then the following day or weekend in the case of last weekend’s quake again in Indonesia, then I told u a major flood would have to be caused, as I must strike this evil empire back, r any of u bozo’s tuning into world and especially local events? You tell me that u doubt that I am in direct communication, none of this church and prayer shit, DIRECT, with the 2 main forces that put life here on this ball of stale puke, the seas and lightning, and on astral realms, these energy beings are real highly intelligent entities, with plans for us, and agendas, as we have similar smaller ones for our own kids, and lives? Well believe your caveman ways, and peck away at this very unnatural odd technology, and play all your video games, and on and on etel and etcetera, but I know exactly what is real, and what’s going the H.E double hockeysticks on!!!!First, the dow jones goes up when all things that r bad are in place, for all the little fish in the pond of slavery. U don’t c you r enslaved, if your net worth is not 8 figurs +, but your blindness is not my problem, as I have done my best to b your spiritual eye doctor throughout this MORIANITY BIBLE. All the times the dow is on a downslide, is when things r getting better for us little average people, it is no more than a reflected and mirrored immage of anti-little-guy/gal. When it is up, all of u in your financial and business world ignorance, think, oh yeah, great for us, great for our economy and our nation. Bull X a billion, cause the opposite is total truth. the rich who r enslaving and dictating our lives to us, they, that’s THEY, prosper when it is on this hellish and evil bullish run, as it has been since about 2K2, and only when it bears a bit, r the littles like us, gonna hope to ever grab a benny or 2 out of what life could offer us. It also is fixed and controlled, as they steal small investors money, legally with numerous tricks that big bucks can do, like gunning for stop loss orders, running a comm or stk price up and down ranges over the course of a trading period, clear out the stop
loss poor that must use these safety features for obvious safety reasons, to
protect them from losing their whole financial lives. They spread false rumors in ways and in places, that if u or I tried it, to our advantage, the securities exchange commission, or [SEC], would have us on 3 hots and a cot for ten years, it is by no means anywhere near to being a level playing field. Also, one month or year, the very same news that was good for the street, or vice versa is now bad for the street, I have absolute video-tape evidence of all of this, as I tape news broadcasts and the business news on my VCR, and have been doing so for over 20 years, to cover myself, and give me needed proofs that will back up my claims. Japs, during WW2 knew how dangerous and evil WALL STREET really was, and is to this day, only 1000 X more so. The gods help your kids in the years to follow, don’t listen to me know, b super sorry later, all is your own choice. A great book u once could get, backed up all I am now saying to you, called, 19 PURCHASE STREET, if u ever can get it on e-bay, through a book collector, as it is long out of print through organized and agendaized suppression. =============================================================================== Saturday, July 01, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 36 A Cursed Family, and Camp Miquon @ the Sea,LBI =============================================================================== Happy 4th holiday weekend 2 you all out there in cyberland, thought I’d make a quick blog entry today about my grandpop, and his 50,000 $ LBI, NJ property. Actuall, if he had been able to get fifty grand foor it at the time, before the second world war, he would most likely have deficated in his underwear. Also, Sarah, never in what u think of as ordinary reality waking world, offered or threatened, nor expressed any interest whatsoever in this property. My mother had just met the great SSJKK, in her human formout at Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority @ 401 Virginia Avenue, on my request. I had also asked my business partner in Studio Park Records, to visit her in there as well, and upon another occasion, took a well known recording star from yesteryear, into the rear area of the building, where she imprisoned me for about 2 minutes, to scare me and my friend, Billy, before re-opening the rear gate, where a playground is located on the grounds, probably for the offspring of the utility employees. She loves to scare me, and always has teased me, and called me [That Boy], back in the 60’s, as on higher realms, she calls me this, as I am her large happy dalmation dog, and always have been and will b, since she removed me from that horrible Dogtown, where I infinitely resided. Never will I lie to my Morians or tell lies on this MORIANITY BIBLE. She never in the physical mareial planes of existance, did anything accept tell me to get lost and drop dead, in a polite and somewhat coldhearted semi-ladylike way. I won’t lie about her, when I tell u that her no good hus came on to my cokehead girlfriend back in ’99, IT HAPPENED babyluv!!!! Anyway, right after my mom visited her, she fell into a sick twisted dream where she was in the water company, and Sarah was saying she wanted a property that we owned in Long Beach Island, New Jersey, and would give her 50 grand for it. We did have a property. It was in the days when her grandmother on human realms, Sarah J. Karge, was living near Trenton, NJ, the capitol of the state, where she was physically formed out {born}, on July 18, 1896. Psychics independent of each other, told me that her family and my father knew each other well, but I could not confirm it in any way outside of unaccepted ways such as going deeply into trance states. In any event, my mother’s father, who was Assistant Director of Physical Education, at the famous University of Pennsylvania, owned a property in Brant Beach Township on this jersey island, in those days, almost unheard of, unlike now, and 300 years ago, when u would not believe the shit I could tell u about on the island. Time is meaningless to me, I can trance out and move all throughout the 4th and 5th dimensions, the way all of u move through the other 3, length/depth/ and width of normal space. Moving on, a total jerkoff destroyed my grandfather’s camp, using a legal strategy upon finding out how to exploit an easement right clause in the property deed, and created an apartment type structure on the opposite side of the paper-road-easement, running through the camp property. This ultimately led to my grandfather’s bankruptcy, a major car crash, and a royal screwing by jack kelly and tate mckennzie, 2 so-called friends of gramps, who both put harpoon swords through his back, to further their own greed and interests and agendas, the birth of the real [pre-80’s] hostile takeovers, and reaganomics, and etcetera garbage such as this. Greedy mercianay evil capitalist pigs, where will it end? Think logically about it, the earth is roughly 8,000 miles in diameter, so how can wealth infinitely keep getting created? It can’t, and only by endlessly squeezing out the middle class, which already is basicly a done-deal-donald, and the poor people, and turning us all into their stinking slaves, can they be able at least 4 a while, continue this sick evil system of theirs. I am not anti-cap by the way, but I am very pro LIMITED-CAPITALISIM. If I were in the white house tomorrow, and could pull it off without the BFA doing the A word to me, here is the way I would row the boat, the minute congy and housy gave me the go vote: Anyone with net worth over ten meg, the rest goes back to the universal pool. Anyone with income of 200,000 to 2 meg, gives 30% to the universal pool, and 100% to the pool on incomes after 2meg. Hay, why does anyone need that much fuckin’ money, explain it to dumb little me. No taxes, just a universal pool, and citizens not elected nor appointed, but selected in 10 day terms like jury-duty, would be the treasury department, seeing that pockets don’t get illegally lined by scumbag crooked politicians. Don’t like it, so don’t fuckin’ vote for me, I’m not on the ballet aniwho:-] . I am a simple person, and simplicity wins out over complexity. Make it complicated, and life sucks. I remember all and only too well, the friendly happy flower world of the 60’s hippie world, and they sold out to metamorphize into young urban professional people, yuppies, no longer hip to the good shit, just yup and YUK!!!!!! Give me 30-40 years ago ANYTIME. Do not underestimate my shamanic beliefs and behavioral attitudes, many places throughout our civilization, all over this earth, shamonism ruled, and history included wakful and non-wakful events, as one big picture reality. We civilized people now laugh at these ancient native-american beliefs, but they knew this evil future with all this sick twisted and un-natural technology, would come to their great land here, if white man of which I am one, got his way and took over. Permit me to be absolutely and ‘perfectly Richard Millhouse Nixon clear’ about something. I am not for anything that is violent, anti-government, terroristic, or revolutionary, and if anyone ever in my name upon reading anything I say, or any of MORIANITY BIBLE, comes to this false conclusion, then u r most certainly either taking what I discuss out of context, or u simply need to further review what morianity is all about. I hope to someday, begin a religous movement, yes, y the hell not, I am the 62nd grandson of the lord, literally for crissake, and I would really hope to start some type of large organization that specifically deals with any and all harassements, financial, abusive in any way, physically, emotionally, spiritually, ritually, psychically, mentally, what have u, and create a huge international and global SUPPORT GROUP of sorts, for anyone or any group, who is being persecuted and or threatened in any way, without good cause, this is not to say we would try to get convicted people out of jail. Everything I stand for is Mosaic Law Based, and most laws in most civilized nations, are based in part or in whole, on the mosaic laws, the 10 commanments of the great SSJKK [JEHOVAH] as you call this being. When u give commands to a computer, it is not really all that different than what is really happening, big-picturewise, in 6th and 7th dimensional realities. Remember, u r in a world of powerful illusions and delusions, that fool the senses big time. Earthlife is not a solid reality, but bang your head on the wall, and the same thing happens that happens with those 8 ball swing beads. Electrical energy traverses one through the other, making the outer bead swing out as a pendulam, when u start the motion. Wind and water do not kill u, nor knock cown your house, but invisible energy that transverses from one air or water molecule, into another, invisibly to us humans, is what is causing the damage, devistation, and destruction. L I F E I S A N I L L U S I O N, get that through your head and you will b 1000% ahead of where u just were. =============================================================================== Monday, July 03, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 37, The Dreams Of 7/12 & 12/7 =============================================================================== Tomorrow is the 4th of July, 2 mininna/kalpas from the human form out of my
grandfather X 62, the Lord, a free and great land was independent of the great King George, of England. One mininna-kalpa, is roughly days more than 888 earth years, 888X2 = 1776, and 1776, AD, on the day of 4 July, we as the USA, won our independence from England, and so declared it to the world. AD 2664, is 3 mininna-kalpas futured from the approximate birth year of the Lord, Jesus Christ, the great Hebrew Messiah, and by the way my blood line has trickled down to less than a drop of Hebrew blood in my 5 quarts, but family lineage still counts to the great 666-man, Diabolis, as Dan Curtis of Dark Shadows, refers to this part of its name. 6 is the number out of 9 numerological digits, that all add up and pertain to this wicked dushwod, just as 7 and 12, are the two special numbers, of the all-mighty, the great SARAH STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. I was wrong on last weeks blog, another ettosian hack,/ was discussing a dream or interaction out of normal waking consciousness, and I am not doing this, the computer and diabolis are making the print weird, I am NOT DOING THIS, anyway, I said that it took place on the night of 12 December, and meant to say the seventh 7th day of the 12th month, December the 7th, I was on Tennessee Avenue in good ol’ AC NJ, in the interaction, and my lovely queen came right up to me and asked me if I wanted to play a game with her called, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, that were staying at the TRINIDAD MOTEL, and she pointed up at a balcony along the street, that is not there in ordinary waking life reality. Mary Tyler
Moore, the actress, was in her famous {green dress}, if you know anything about the show, and her very cool episode, for us guys anyway, with the green dress. She was standing out on the balcony and wearing the very dress, as she wore it in the TV show from 1971, and was literally a dish to behold, no comparison of course to Sarah-Stacey, but then who the hell is? I waved up at her and said to SSJKK, that guest is Mary Tyler Moore, the one who like me, should have “stayed crazy”, and not remembered certain things from her past. There was a recent movie starring her called, Secrets From The Rose Garden, and if anyone know what I am talking about, they then know how the evil LAMISTS, who create lots of these coincidental plotted shows, also created through the Lifetime Television Network, the other show where the daughter is searching for her father, and the mother looks almost dead-ringered, to Sarah @ the H2O company, both LIFETIME NETWORK PRODUCTIONS, and were a real super HA-HA to me at the time, during my
miserable search and quest to locate Sarah, in my mid-life, 10 years ago.
Anywho, later in the same ‘dream’, or whatever, police were all over the
Trinidad motel, and so was the dead manager from the 1960’s, mister Albert
Soifer, father, of one of Sarah’s human world gang-friends. He was torn into
pieces, and the great one said that she had been looking for me ever since I
dropped out of sight after July of 1970, and he would not release my address nor telephone number to her, so she literally ripped him to shreds with her bear hands, this 6 foot 7 inch giant is built like 33 brick shit houses all rolled up into one, and could tear the entire motel apart if she wanted to. Her brother the cop, was behind covering up the crime, and cops were all over the place, gurneys, paramedic, u name it. Again, this was all in my dream interaction. However, early in the summer of 1972, all 3 people connected in helping me get away from the influence of the lamist-cult, all died of [galloping cancer], that is one hell of a Jack McCoy, COINCIDENCE. As above, so below, an oldie but goodie, in the spiritual expression department, I am not saying she did all this, but on the night of 12/ 7, the inverse of the last night that I saw her on the NJ Transit bus, at the AC NJ Bus Terminal, this marks the exact night date, July the 12th, at around 10 PM, when I escaped the faggot Mr. Reale’s clutches on Cornwall Avenue, now part of the Ventnor H2O [waterworks], 2 many weird and strange coincidences and connections to be anything shy of LAMIST-CULT activity, under direct orders of 666 Diabolis. AP POLO-LUCIFER, is Diana ARTEEMUS’s brother, and I love lightning with all my heart, so I won’t keep saying bad shit about her black-sheep-of-the-family, turbid brother. Diana has been very nice to me this year, her lightning has been all around and near to me, when she knows
how very much I need and want her in the human world, and the closest thing I can get to her while wearing this rotten fleshcoat, is the electron, the
architect and designer of the universes, as it is her who runs in varying orbits around and around in circles, to decide weather something is lead, gold, or anything else. Ask any atomic scientist if I am telling it true to the doctor little Tammie. The following summer of 1997, from the 12/7/’96 interaction, I again was on her street in her city , and her friend Paula king was smoking a big cigar. In this reality, A sears store existed where the Mayflower Hotel stood until demolished in 1983, I watched the wrecking ball swing, and someday, this is a super major story that absolutely must b told. Anywho, the night of 12 July, 27 years after my last seeing Sarah and her luscious gang on the bus that night, I went to sleep in my home in Somerdale, NJ, and fell into a deep and twisted nightmare, can almost hear that astral realm dark-shadows music playing, all fans of the show know what it sounded like, when one of the characters in the show fell asleep and was about to have a dream, the gods, I can hear that music like a large hi-fi speaker held right up to my ear as I’m typing, weird man!!!!! After, Paula finished her cigar, she finger chucked it the way smokers do, and it hit a brick wall, where the Endicott motel stands to this very day, in this and many alternate realities, and before going on, I made another typo due to an ettosian Brian attack from 666 and the cool gang, I said I was in a parallel event, I meant to say I was in a parallel reality or universe, in another AC NJ, where there, I know Donna well, and she works at the medical center as a lab-technician, in Atlantic city, across Pacific Avenue from the Creasers Casino. Anywho again and again, when the cigar hit the outside wall of the Endicott Hotel, she flipped it with such incredible force that the sparks
started a fire right in the cement wall, in the dream of course. Paula King is no little girl, she is way over 6 feet tall, just not as powerful and gigantic, nor quite as luscious as her friend the great Sarah-Stacey. There is much more 2 tell, regarding both interactions, but the library signal to the computer says I must be published and outta here within about 8 minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, morians and lessians alike, believe I am sick crazy nut, but all of my blog, and all of MORIANITY. After the holidays, I will start tieing pieces of all these 37 chapters, and all the meat contained therein, and when u c that all of this does indeed tie perfectly together, and how deadly & dangerous the LAMIST-CULT really is, and that the TV soap from the 1969’s, D>S>, was also not created by pure random happenstance nor accident, hopefully, eventually, things even down to some of my wildest claims, will begin to not only make much more sense, but a
huge light may very well go on in the world, and save humanity from something so horrific, in the nick of time, before it becomes too late, and past the point of no return. Later in July, be braced, my loyal Morians, it will strike like DIANA ARTEEMUS!!!!!!!!!! In closing today, Jack Kelly who knifed my grandfather, is yes, thee, Jack Kelly, father of Princess Grace of Monaco. I am telling the truth, right down to all things I say occurred in waking life, and altered states that do effect waking life in ways not yet understood my mankind in mid-2K6, and if I were not being absolutely truthful, I’d b afraid of being sued for slander, and I can back up all that I say, this is why none of these flockducking turds come after me legally, as they know beyond the shit hole of a doubt, that I would counter sue to the high smelling sulfur fields in north west nest Dogtown, and the horrible suburbs out beyond that, a story 4 another time, all about the DOGTOWN PADDLEBOX PRISONS, located in these awful regions. BYE BYE 4 now, brown eyed KAL. PS, there is a religion, about 70,000 strong, where u can check out some of my wild against their belief systems, it is called, ECKANKAR =============================================================================== July 05, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 38, Is Anybody Out There ? =============================================================================== Good morning my Morians, I am sitting here at the laundromat while my good
friend, Ed, my computer genius, is here doing his laundry, and I am writing this blog on his laptop. I now know why they call these devices, [laptops], as the system is sitting here on my wittle-lap. I want again, to sincerely thank my good buddy, Ed, for taking the time and attention to render all of his assistance to my project, 1 helluva nice guy. But now, we come to an important crossroads, my Morians. I am beginning to feel that all of my efforts in writing the MORIANITY BIBLE, and all his efforts to properly produce and re-do it, may be in vane, and hence to wit and airgo, this may be the final chapter of the book. I have tons and tons of major things to tell to all of u out there, but if nobody out there is listening, and the majority is only seemingly interested in things of a sexual nature, and not concerned with a very important story that may end up saving the entire human race, and your own family someday, well I have the strength of a tiny child, and am by no means, an ‘arm twister’, as I’d get mine twisted off before I could holler out ‘jackrobinsquat’. U’ all r making a huge error, in ignoring someone, who by your way of looking at things, has died, and come back to tell what it is really all about, and how I am now suffering throughout endless and infinite hell itself. In the interaction where I spent 5 months, all in one night, on the night of 8/15/’86, in a parallel universe in another AC NJ, with the great Donna Summer, the former at the time president of the USA, Jimmy Carter, was there, and it was ten years
earlier there, 1976, and he was president, even though it wasn’t until January of 1977 that he really started the job here. I said to him, and remember the exact words of the dialogue between us, “I’m dead Mr. President”. He then replied to me, “I know”. U do not forget this kind of a major {dream}, believe me buddy boy and buster brown. Since this may be the last chapter in the book, unless I feel that some interest starts getting generated in MORIANITY BIBLE soon, I’ll go on now to tell u just a few more strange occurrences that I have had, but first I do feel the extreme need to clear up a point or two, that I’ve tried to strongly make regarding the gods, the LAMIST cult, and how AC NJ, fits so perfectly into the whole the entire grand scheme of it all. First, this cult is the true ownership and controllers of two bodies, one being the CHURCH OF SATAN out on the west coast, established in when else, good old 1969, as well as the BLACK BROTHERHOOD, not in any way directly connected with the prison-gang,
although some of the yard-birds may claim, that they indeed r a part of
them. Psychics and mystics travel on circles, some anyway, on both physical,
and astral planes or realms, and they are the true [brotherhood]. Just as
people claim in witchcraft that there r white and black witches, there also is a white and black brotherhood of the mystic world. However, and many disagree with me, and that is just fine, there is a real evil section, made up of varying cults and orders, that would be definitely labeled as black, in the brotherhood–or evil. White and black stand for good and bad, and have nothing whatsoever to do with skin tones. Talk about Irony Avenue, and parking on driveways and driving on freeways; and ettosian detours to the freeway and humor street intersection, the idea of calling people white and black is also a reverse truth. The absence of all color is blackness, no color, yet they call black people,the ones of ‘color. Concentrically, white is the opposite of this absence of any color, as it is all colors in the full spectrum, all mixed and merged together so y r the white dudes and dudesses not the colored people, white exists as all color blended together, the freeway/parkway logic, does strike again, does it not. One night, while working a security officer position in Pennsauken, NJ, USA, I was getting dressed to drive into work for my shift. My mother had recently sewn a hem on my uniform guards’ pants, while we at the time were renting a home
together in early ’89, in Moorestown, NJ, not far from Mitch Williams house, a few years before he threw that gods-awful game-losing pitch, that gave the world series win to Toronto in ’93, and by the way, I made a prior-blog error when I said the 1992 game, the last season the phillies were hot was’93. Anyway, I told my mom that she sewed the hem up to high, and the uniform pants do not go down properly to my shoes. She said she would take it down the next day, and off I went to my post at C&E. Minding my own business, and walking my security rounds, in an area outside the building in a part of the parking lot where there was a short in the system that told the lights to go on at night, and without my flashlight, it was devil-dark out there. In comes a car, playing a loud tape of Donna Summer on their car stereo system, and they turned it down, came up to me, and there head lamps on their vehicle were not facing me, but perpendicular. Hence, and my point to all this will soon become quite obvious, they could not tell in a million years, that my uniform pants were hemmed up 2 inches to high, just way too dark, plus, y would they even give a rotten hoot in blazes anyway? Yet one of these CIA/BFA dudes hollered out to me, “hey man, your pants don’t come all the way down to your shoes”. This is the black file agency/lamist skum’s sick and twisted system for letting me absolutely know, that there is no privacy in my own home, and that what I had quietly spoken to my mother in my own place not an hour ago, was illegally listened to by these pure sick filth-balls, and to add cheese to the cream cake, they were gonna let me know that they could and dit, and what was I gonna do about it? Literally,
between the time that I came out of that dream/interaction with Donna and
president Jimmy, right up to this present date, there are more than 1000
stories, all totally true that I could tell u-all, but if you’d all rather just do other things, and not have any interest in the wildest true story in
thousands of earth years, well the, that’s on all of U. If I should ever c
that people are hitting on my blog, and have an interest, I could literally tell so many wild things, it just cannot be fathomed, none of will ever know what you have missed. Well, like most great opportunities, they get unanswered know matter how loudly they knock. As I speak, a fleet of military skum is flying very loud aircraft directly over my position here at this laundromat. As 2 my adult-life return to AC to the beaches, all that occurred, where would I begin? I used to body surf with the present day mayor of the city. I asked him about Sarah, as I knew that he and Sarah Callio Martino were good friends. He smirked at me, and refused to answer any of my questions. Both he, and many of the guards treated me wickedly, and once, I truly believe that if I had not looked up in the nick of time, the future mayor of Atlantic City, would have drowned me. I was just swimming along and he came tearing out right at me, saying to me when by pure chance, I stopped swimming at that point and looked up at him charging out almost in my face at that second, “I saw something out there swimming, and was wondering what it was”. Well, maybe so and whatever, first off, all these dudes have strong binoculars, and he knew darn well I was no large fish, but 2ndly, if I were, what large unknown fish would any of u start
swimming out after, with no spear-gun. Not buying into any of this, as I feel that Sarah said to him that if I was asking questions about her, take care of it, you know, ‘wise guy talk’. Anyway, La mists/Leviathans, owners of Wall Street, the fortune 50 to some degree, and masters of many of the black arts, and creators of the KEMTRAILS, are not the true owners of the worlds, even though they will tell a different story. Sarah-Stacey owns this, and it is all her thought, that we are all in and part of, when she, upline, thought of her days as a young girl, there in her world. How exactly this human form out part of her, got to this point, this is all a huge and mind bending story, that if people of the human race ever display an interest in learning more of all of this, then I’ll gladly tell. What I will not do, is continue to waste my time. I am on my space.Com, hyperlinked with the word ‘antilamist’ and I am on this blogger spot, and no one cares nor seems interested in what I have to say, so I will just move on now to try other means of telling the world how this deadly bunch skum have and still are currently making my life a LIVING INFINITE
HELL!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Thursday, July 06, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 39 Someone Wants To Know A Bit More =============================================================================== Some small interest has come to my attention, through ways of math and web counting. Let me tell a few things that need telling , although unless direct comments or probes for specific info comes to my attention, I can only keep my promise to add a chapter here and there when the counter swings upwards. First, the great SSJKK’s father, Mr. Krassle, is very angry at me for daring to love his daughter. He cannot seem to grasp anymore, what he really knows is true, as he and the gods-gang, have used distracion to keep their thoughts away and removed from non-oblivion, for ‘so long’, not that long means anything, but words in human must here be used, as what other words can I use? He knows that he is only her father, the great NeptunejupiterJC, because upline in a realer multiverse than his, is a real girl with a real name, Sarah Krassle, and that we are all, including himself, just part of its dream. All that is, is God’s thought, and we all exist as being part of it and inside it for lack of better description possibilities. Being under certain attacks from him or any of the ‘gods’, can cause severe interdimensionalization. I have left places and upon returning to them, something has changed, just like out of a sci-fi show. This has occurred so many times, to me, that yesterday, even when it did not happen to me, I admitantly believed that it had indeed occurred. Make u feel like a damn fool, when u insist the gods attacked u again, and find out, it was not the case, and a real literal and factual explanation to the situation does in fact exist. I was convinced that part of yesterday’s blog was erased out of the multiverse, as even the laptop had no showing of what I knew I had typed in at the laundromat. But guess what my Morians, I had said these so-called missing things on bulletin boards on the my-space.com site I’m on, plugging my blogianity, if you will permit me to coin this phrase. Get efed with enough, and u start c’ing ghosts all over the place, when in fact there were none. I am telling u all this, to show I am honest. If a logical reason for some hell I go through, gets discovered later on down the line, I’ll always fess up and tell my readers, I am no liar. This is what the “boy who cried wolf”, story, was all about, a fabulous Esolphs Fable of olden days, telling a great moral. I will not cry wolf, nor lie in any way about my life story. I began my life journal, long before I ever heard of computer blogging and creating live journals. I kept it on cassette tape, and started it on one February of 1983. It included many horiffic telephone conversations, brutal audio fights with friends and family members, all dead today, in my varying residences. It was literally close to ten thousand C-90 cassette tapes of Hell-On- Earth. The great SSJKK, and her human formout here on Earthworld life, is much less of a story, than how she and her entire upline world came to be, but these facts, can only b known, if she is willing to impart these secrets to me, and let them remain in my consciousness. For example, take a 50 dollar tape recorder into a concert, and you will get only an hour of the music, and hardly any of the true quality, at least back in my growing-up days when cassette recorders were used. 2 and 3 octaves of lower and higher sound reality, would not come out. My point is that conscious waking brain, is like that recorder, trying to remember the deeper worlds od truth/reality. My lightning goddess Diana Arteemus, let me fully remember what her beautiful eyes look like, as I was with her friend, in a powerful dream/interaction. This is one of her best friends, and in this world u can view her by going to the website, WWW.ACBP.COM , and clicking on pictures and the blow up option, the luscious blond on the left end f the screen is one of Diana’s best friends, on the astral realm. She took me to visit her in an out of the way place, in a soda shop of sorts, in SahasraDalKanwal, the capitol city of the phase 2 life out and away from void infinity itself, and as soon as I waslked in, Diana walked right up to me and stared down at me, as she is just over six foot- three inches high in her bright red flat sneakers, that she bot at a shoe store in a large mall in Akoslem City in Ricktown, in the province of Olympia, where the capital city itself is located. My point to all this story is that she stared at me with her slitty long and unfathomable olympian eyes, multicolored with lots of green and silver, and her hair is very long and bright canary yellow, and shines so brilliantly, your physical eyes would blind-out instantly upon seeing her. But her eyes are so incredibly locked into my consciousness, that unlike her hair, or any other part of her beauty, my normal waking brain was so connected to her eyes, that even to this day, and the ‘dream’ was on Easther Sunday of 2001, I think about my lovely Diana’s eyes not less than ten times every single day. In closing, I am in the middle of a super botbar day. Everything went wrong when I attempted to go grocery shopping. I had to endure lots of nasty asses and much attitude. Also, I went to have a car radio put into my car, and believed when I got there, for the gods only know what reason, that I had forgotten to bring it, later to drive back home and see that I had the friggin thing all the time. Yesterday the dow dropped a bit because I was gonna give up my morianity bible project. My prediction today, a super frikin rally on their evil wicked stock market, and phillies, as usual, right down the girgler. But as I see the count go up, I will tell more and more secrets to the world, that ‘they’ certainly have a major vested interest in me not telling U. If comments come in about learning more on a specific event that I tell about, then I will of course gladly address it. Do U honestly think that a story like MORIANITY BIBLE is near to being fully revealed, in these few chapters, crissake, I’m not even warmed up yet. The chain in itself has a year worth of story to it, so does 1969, ettosian technology, all of my abductions, all my musical life and my physical/astral merged compositions, and how they began to alter the world after the ‘dream’ in June of 1980, with SSJKK singing her [Love Is For Carpenters] song to me, and on and on and on. We won’t begin to C that I could 100 books about my nearly 2 years at RPL Sound Studio, and on and on, and let’s not forget that I know where the 3 main wormholes are, thjat all allien beings throughout all 4th and 5th dimensions, are using to control their movements in and out of here, as their so-called saucers, are a small part of a much larger picture. So keep hitting and asking, or just hitting, as I see the count increase, I’ll blow all your minds beyond sunshine donavan superman times ten to the googlepexth power exponent. =============================================================================== Friday, July 07, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 40 Cover-ups, Truths, And Reasons =============================================================================== I just took a major Stacey Latvia jack hack attack on the computer, I wrote nearly my entire blog, and was totally destroyed. The Dow will go up over 100 today, and phillies will lose again, as both occurred last night and yesterday, just as I said they would on yesterdays blog. The reason no one believes any of this is the reason people with opinions that ufology is nonsense, also is part of reality, it is all one and the same. They had to shut off the computer and reboot twice, and the saved part of the partial blog was lost. I was telling how I had written to managers of the Phillies baseball team for many years, such as Bowa and Fregosi, and they would not give me even a small benefit of the doubt. The 6th dimension is behind all of it. They say, that the mind is everything, I say that the gods are everything. When they hate your guts, its a done deal, you are screwed. The mind is the 6th dimension. This is a system of realities that r existing both above and below us in our multiverse. I told u all that they would get a major full evil empire, and now I know there will b another one. I wish you had drowned me mister mayor, maybe I would not b suffering now, maybe u sonuvabitch, r my guardian angel, sent 2 put me out of my pain. Trouble is, I already remember as clearly as u remember what u had for lunch today, dying over and over, and finding myself in the reality of void infinity. I said to Bowa and Fregosi, what would u have to lose if u would let me become part of the team as a consultant, and follow the team around, and during all games and as much of the time as possible, keep me protected in some basement bomb shelter type room of luxury, temperature controlled, comfortable furniture, 3 or 4 women there with me, u know, the life that the Donald takes for granted every day of his miserable rotten life. By blessing me and keeping me from being persecuted and harassed, so they cannot use the parallel event technology against me, you sill ass holes would win game after game, pendant after pendant, and series after series, season after season, and if I do not prove to u it is all true, down to my last claim, just boot me out and laugh at me, what have u lost but a few bucks you can legitimately write off as income tax expenses? The reason people are totally closed minded or ettosianically controlled not to believe this, is the same energy force, and it is we ourselves, not some government cover-up, that r doing this all the time, to our own selves. The same thing telling Bowa and Fregosi not to give me the tinniest benefit of the doubt, are the same forces that appear to UFO-buffs, as a cover-up on their subject of interest, IT IS NOT AN INTENTIONAL GOVERNMENT COVER UP CONSPIRACY, IT JUST IS NOT. U and me are doing this to ourselves, and I see it in my personal life everyday. U cannot separate into different piles, strange weird and seemingly impossible to believe and reckon with things about life, such as my problems that I have claimed have been tormenting me all my life, or the existence of ship saucers, aliens, abductions, the whole thing. No Diff, my Morians, and if people won’t b receptive 2 one, they won’t b receptive to another, as doubting anything, is a form of energy, that is part of the 6th dimension of mind, whatever is generating a mind, be it computer machine mind, biological human mind, or any kind of thought, all is 6 dimension, and it loops together, and hence, nothing starts or stops, including multiverses or 5-D worlds, there simply is no original up line, nor maximum down line, they loop together as dots on a huge wheel. So all this is fine and good, but y then is something in the 6th D going to so much effort to make my life a living and endless hell? Part of this is because when I was a boy, I did not show romantic interest in Sarah, down in AC NJ, and ridiculous as all that sounds perhaps to you, remember, u may totally believe in ufology situations, and many others will doubt u and say it’s pure malarkey, no matter what evidence may or may not b there to the contrary. Sarah is really an up-line-multiverse Sarah, who thought of her days in AC NJ, and remembered me, and deep in the layers of her thought, comes to exist, a counterpart multiverse of a more mass nature that equals the energy up line in her multiverse, not that her place is energy and we are mass, it is a reality of contrasts. As we think something, the deep layers of those thoughts also become down line mukltiverses, with entire realities to them, and on and on forever, remember the scripture from the bigger bible, worlds without end? Well our universe is a tiny dot that is about 100 gaga light years in circumference, that is huge, but hardly a world without end, so what I am speaking has to be the realer total truth, just as I claim it to b. Sarah and her entire dream, this multiverse, is simply now a reality, and when up-line she has other thoughts, they are blended in the fabrics of our nearly unlimited 5th dimensional part of our being ness, the interdimensionalized hyper space that contains vigintillions of googolplexes of 4-D universes, and us. The major thing that must b told is that when she dreams so to speak, this is another level and depth of thought wave, and become a sort of astral down line merging, but the fullness to all of this is way 2 complex for time allotted me today, at least library gave me another time slot, after the crash-hack. You will c an endless evil empire roll, because no one is willing to give me a chance, they all wish to cover-up my reality, and this differs none to those that seemingly r covering up other realities, such as truths in ufology. If the 6th dimension was not so sensitive to the ‘spirit if the times’, we may all act a bit more open-mindedly, but the principle of the thing is just like the old story of taking some wild machine like an airplane, back in time to say AD 1725, and not expecting to make the interaction mess up big time. Believe me, even though it appears that people are covering up things, it is simply that no one wants to entertain any notions nor ideas that r outside the basic spirit of the times. This is y NSA and other US govt. alphabet soupers, do visit UFO clubs. No one is hiding anything, nor worried about alien invasions, as we are the aliens and all is one and the same, it is all the 6th dimension, controlled totally by the 7th dimensional system of lawtronics. Above that, is an entirely new story that soon will b told, but not until people understand much more about Sarah Krassle, and why I am the center of this whole thing, crissake, her thought wave is all of this, and I was part of what she was thinking about, and when u even start to c all this, you will c that no one is covering up UFO’s or anything else, nor is anything really real, and we won’t go too far there today. No mister Levy, even if u had drowned me, I would have simply slid out of nothingness, and moved off MRC to a reality where all else is the exact same, the only thing different in the universe that I come back into, is that u were not there that day to drown me in the sea. My hell is eternal, your hell is eternal, you just don’t know it, but damn it, I DO!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Wednesday, July 19, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 41 Speaking Now To The Unborn, Only =============================================================================== I accept that most likely, I will only really be able to have a shot at reaching
a more distant time than early 21st century. People here, although highly adept on these machines, are ants crawling on vines. Flies, feasting on Queen Anns Lace and dying in ecstasy, totally unaware to anything real, that has a more eternal value to the reference of their true beingness. So hello, to the 22nd century, u are seeing this in 2 ways, one through [past review] time delay up-link satellite systems of the world-system, or just reading this live in your time, if and hopefully Google still carries the page, but either way, I win, as this world today just ain’t ready for my direct telling of truths. The future has a far greater chance to grasp what Morianity Bible, is really all about, and y it is cosmically destined to b and exist, just as does everything that does here, or anywhere. In the 1990’s, the movement towards spirituality, [not 2 b confused with religion], called in name by some at the time, “the new age”, totally died out, cremated and scattered the 4 winds of physicallity and 6 winds of strallity, dead, gone, and forgotten. No more ms. Warwick’s sickick line or the sickish solution, and so forth, much to nearly all of it was a rip off, and hence, the FTC gets rid of these conjobbers, and well they should. Trouble is,
there r really genuine psychics, and people that can channel with energy powers that indeed do exist far beyond our limited scope of reasoning and
understanding. In fact, the gods intenetionally make sure, that the human race b endlessly confused and in the dark to the real truths, including y the things in paranormal circles appear to work sometimes, but not all the time, creating [the doubt factor], that keeps the Sceptics Clubs of all outerwordly things, in business, and this is all part of lawtronics, they won’t permit it any other way. If I were to attempt to swim or whatever u might call what I’d be doing gggffffffff, which presently is trying to unhack myself, but I can definitely move forward by connecting my mind to currents of energy running in waters, even a pool. But try to go 30 100, 300 knotts at will, does not always work, and especially if your mind is in panick mode, as happened to me in 1995 to try to keep me from writting Morianity Bible, but they failed again to eliminate me, but I lost my ability to self propell and nearly drowned. If things always worked, then tonight the big news item would not be middle-eastern, nor storm disasters, but the supernatural is really real, and finally proven out to be a reality to the full tests of all those in the world of acceptable science. As long as this on again/off again, paranormal effecr remains in the lawtrons, and
it always will, it will not matter if 3 kings and 2 presidents marry a ufo
allien, and 5 people are brought back from the dead a year after their burrial, as the doubt factor will be there, unless, it always always works, and it has been designed and lawtronically fixed, to never never work that way, or else how else can ‘we’ continue keeping the human race forever confused, and away from ever realizing the true hell-condition that we all exist in, that there is NO OBLIVION, none, not ever. nOTHONG STARTS, NOTHING STOPS, LAWTRONS CREATED A GRAVITRON, USING EARTH-ENGLISH VERBALIZATION, AND THESE ARE WHAT CAUSE TIME AND GRAVITY TO THEN CAUSE ALL OTHER NATURAL 4CES 2 DO WHAT THEY DO. The main thing that they do is cause endlessness to begin to carry a weight, hence, both sides of anything stretched out long and far enough, must lawtronically bend down and loop around, there is no way to ever be rid of this lawtonic effect, and we will never ever get to have and know, eternal peace and rest. To create a huge [forgetfullness illusion] about this, we come here into phase 3 beingness, in a reverse illusion, fearing extinction and termination, the lights of ourselves going permanently out, so to speak. Only the total opposite of this is truth and
reality, interchangable words. Kenny Rogers, the great country singer of yesteryear picked a fine time to also meet the true part and form of the Atlantic Ocean, and get hurt and teased by her, as I have. Karge and Krassle are alphabetically parallel to his name, and I live just 3 blocks from the ice cream parlor where he had some friends, through his mutual Warren Grove, NJ fudge shop owner, Lucille. All these people, Kenny too, know what I know, they of course woll tell u a totally different story, and deny anything I say on this blog. Did u know that on top of all of this, several other people whom the great one has made direct contact with in the 20th century, are all walking around, in different ways, trying to spread the word about her and her father, the great Neptune’Jupiter Japtarama
Cavelantisocleevious, Mr. Krassle, or in our daily life formout, Mister Martino, of AC, NJ. All these beings residem and conduct their business in AC NJ<>world, and if u should ever study the greek mythologys, it tells of a beautiful dark haired giant young teen girl, who sits out on large rocks in varying seas, singing to sailors on ships, to draw them over, and destroy their ships on the rocks, taking them and all on the tubs, to her palace on Kanwal Avenue, in Sahasre Dal Kanwal. Also, my wild claims to visiting these places van be backed up, just go to ASK on uour computer to learn about a Minneapolis, Minnisota based religeon that goes by the name [ECKANKAR]. They know about the capitol city, and the true top people in their order, may not be being let in on SSJKK, and her father, but they are very real, and dangerous beyond description. I love Jehovah more than my life, and would love the opportunity to die for her a million octillion times over, she is, always was, and forever will b my giant teen queen, but only a very few know and understand the reality of upline/downline universe, and that ever her great father, Mr. Krassle, is just part of her upline thoughts, and in like manner, we all send our thoughtwaves into a downline reality, where to them, we are the great and absolute GOD. What did mister Einstein luv to say over and over? All relative my boy, all relative. They did something to keep my car from starting when I went to leave my worksite
on Monday, one day before Sarah Karge, would have humanly turned 110 years old, by our worldly calendrical system in our physicallity. I got it jumpstarted, and my mechanic can find nothing wrong, and no reason for it to have done this, of course I know very well what, and WHO did this to me. Volcanoes and earthquakes, and hurricanes, and tidal waves, and much more, is coming to your world, if u bastards do not quit fudging with me babywov. U have been politely warned, OTAMMSKUM, as no laws nor punishments exist for me in this tween day and age, as 200 years ago u could kill me for being a witch, and 200 years from now, using powers of Electronic Metaphysics, is also recognized criminally, but here and now, free reign for me baby, to use my abilities 2 fight u sick pricks back 4 your continuous covert attacks on innocent whittle me. Think I am immaginning my hell, do ya? In 1986, I pretended to be a friend of mine, because first I called an attorney regarding copyright infringement. He scheduled an appointment with me, but 2 days shy of it, called and said sorry, no new cases on infringements will be taken by our firm this year, orders from high up in the law firm. 3 days after this, I called again, lowered my voice like Peter Brady on the Porkchops and Applesauce immitation of Humphrey Bogart’s Cassabanca, not to get Donna Summer all excited, but aniwho, I said my name was Jim Burr, a real person who I had met at computer school, back in 1973, when we were studying on the old dinosour IBM univac 360 data system, not ever a real
computer, by our standards of the word today. So I made up a name, changed my voice, and told him that someone stole a board game like Monopoly from me, a copyright infringement case, remember no new cases??? Yeah, then how come Esquire Colflesh of Cherry Hill, New Jersey said to me, or to {fake Jim Burr}, “all right Mr. Burr, How would U like to come in a weak from today at 2 PM? ” Later, I called him back and fessed up to what I did, and to not worry about my showing up. I called a judge or some ethics committee dude in Haddonfiels regarding this matter, and he said to me,”U R the 1 that should go to jail, Mr. Mountainpen, for falsifying your identity”, such a lovely man are u not, mister Steven Kadufsky, from Haddonfield, NJ? Well, there was a movie in when else, 1969, called “2001, A Space Oddysee”. The people knew that wew behind it, as they are all Lamists, all about Neptunejupiter and his daughter Sarah-Stacey. Her cousin, Diana, is the moon on this physical world. The rectangular objects on both Diana, and on Stacey’s
Father, are called pyamedatrons, by the Pleadian 4ces, and other asral entities in high council authority, the astral authorities are called [THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL] and smaller versions than those towering ones in the movie 2001, are needed to create quantum foam, the material that worm holes are mostly made up of. I know 3 created stationary ones, with these objects on both ends, as they are stablizers and empowerers of a sort, that control their functions. I am 1 of the very few who dare to speak out against the millionth council. Some do it in very secret ways such as Phil Tyler, who made the ch. 6 news the other day. So not telling the direct story of Stacey and his daughter, our one God, here on the Earth, just has people guessing and wondering. Well I do not operate indirectly, baby, I’m tellin’ it, and tellin’ it true to Tammie’s little Doctor. When OTAMMSKUM causes me property damage, what else, it parallel event causes FULL EVIL EMPIRES BACK TO BACK, just like I keep telling u-all’s. Here we all r in a guge crises in the middle east, yet hurt my poor old car or any property, as they do, and the dow is up up up and up this week, go ahead, tell me how a rising Dow Jones market makes the tinniest bit of sense during a crisses like this, just even try to rationalize it, I friggin dare U. Remember, and this is scriptual, gods won’t be mocked by their lower parts 2 themselves here on Earth, US. Would u really let your cat or dog smerk and snicker at u when u trip and knock over your favorite lamp, or some food for your tv tray so u can eat dinner with a good movie, boom, food all over the floor, you’re missing your movie, and now u look over and your dog is laughing at u, come on, who’s kidding who? Fido would have the daily news swatted onto his back, and a date with the animal shelter the next day. U must C that to them, we seem not even this high, we think more of our pets, than these skuzzy gods think of us here in this caporial life. I am having my normal strange and wierd computer troubles/hacking, even told librarian that I totally think a hacker is the man on the other side of me, he looked at me with a real smerk when I got up to get her 5 minutes ago, better try to publish now, while and if I am able. =============================================================================== Thursday, July 20, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 42 Wicked Diseased Otammskum And Co. =============================================================================== These lamist filth made the worst time of my entire life practically, fall on the day following my Sarah’s 110th human-formout birthday, only she departed
this sick sinful veil of tears at the age of 94, in early 10/1990. This summer is exactly following, which means it is being done with a {lawtronic motive program}, the summer of 1996, when she would have been turning 100. Fastenating Jack McCoy coincidence how the plot on the lamist created Dark Shit Holes soap, was similar to my problems, not just with the mysterious Haddonwood Club and the large immortal biting flies that I tell u all about in earlier Morianity Bible, but with the character in the show, Amanda Harris, and her 1969 identity of Olivia Corey. She was created artistically and later came to life on March 11, 1895, Sarah was formed out on July 18, the next year in 96. Yesterday I took a chopper attack, a major Stacey Lattisaw jack-hack computer attack at a Camden County library, and I am through using this county’s system, they always mess with me there, worse than when big Kate messed with me at the Abseacon, NJ, Dairy Queen, to get me and a dude from Congressman Rob Andrews office, helping me with my AC<>R> nothing. As u may know, Ms. Ross, used the arrangement of my song to create a song called Chain Reaction, in the mid-80’s. She knows about my chain, and how I wrote it shortly after my attack, when my boyhood friend, Brad Messinger, last residing in Cherry Hill, NJ, was with me, and we were being chased by the crazy huge dude that thought, or so he said,
that we had taken, ‘his’ chain. We had most certainly not, any more than
Clarence Harris, not Amanda, at Rob Andrews office and myself were trying to do anything at the DQ except get some friggin ice cream, and she treated me like I was poison, letting everyone else behind me order first, and way more, angering my friend in the car and lawtronically wiping out me being further helped by him or congy, as he thought I was the one playing games. Anyone whom really knows me, knows that from age 10-20, I invented, and copyrighted many board games, and was ripped off a lot by the 2 giant game and toy companies, Bradley and Matty. Just like with a musical compo, change a note or word or chord here and there, basically take someone’s song, but get away with this wicked rotten infringement. My dad had words for this type of stuff, [legal thievery]. Someday I will tell u all how the lamists wrecked my education, even did it again last year, as I was planning to attend a local school, and get a degree, to become a well paid massage therapist, in a field of interest, the human body fastenated me since I was a tiny tike of 5, especially the process of physical aging, diseases, germs, viruses, and all of this exciting stuff. When I tried to use Internet in 1997 with a radio shack employee, Fred Windstein, the lights all went out, and the phone line, both, a very rare occasion unless a twister of F-3 or better is racing down your block, and a strange car parked outside my home in Somerdale, blocking my driveway, with blacked out windows. Fred and I were very scared and rightfully so. We had been searching on a search engine, to attempt to learn more about these super-evil 2 families, the Callio’s and the Martino’s. Aniwho, the lines went dead right after a pop up screen came on and said, “leave us alone or die an agonizing death”. I should have called the FBI, but pussied out, but I’ll swear to all these things, legally blog dated and witnessed by google, under full pain and penalties of the federal and state laws of purjury, that all the stories, like this one, and all of them, are 100% the truth, so helll’p me, Great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle. I said 50 grand using 10 purple chips, on a prior blog talking about roulette systems, my error, u can make an easy 5-grand, not 50, that would take 100 purple or 50 orange-babies. Want another way to drop shit in the mouths of casino owners? Again, keep track of all the numbers, and their B/R, O/E, and L/H parameters, under the #’s, that u write down. Every time any of the 3 go to a 3 or more string, wait for string to break, and then bet the next bet to be the breaking event, Ex. #1: EEEEEEEO, bet O. Ex. # 2: BBBR, bet R, HHL, NO BET. Whatever u do when playing this or any other casino game systematically, is to play one long run luck game with your bankroll. I.E. If you feel that 30 units is a safe amount to play a game, and you are on the betting level of ten dollars [double nickle] as we pro’s call it, and in AC, NJ, lotsaluck finding a 5 $$$ table, anyway, 30 units X10 dollar bet level is 300 bucks. Your home bankroll should always be 4 play bankrolls, hence THKR or {total home bankroll}, would be 4 X the 30 X 10 or 300 X 4 or 1200 smacks minimum THBR to play double nickle. From this, you can ride your good and bad luck steaks over time, up and down on your amount of betting level, for individual day play at a table. Jumps are
normally 10, 15, 25, 50, 100, 200 300, 500, 1000, and the first 3 are beginner levels, the next 3 are intermediate levels, and the highest 3 are the advanced levels, so if your THBR when home after a game, and all your playing monies are counted and totaled up, is between say 1200 and 1800 bucks, you’re betting level for casino play is 10 bucks, couble nickle, and only safe advancement to tripple-nickle, or 15 dollar play is when your THBR is between 1800 and 3000 smacks, and so forth. Your luck or interaction with cosmos in negative/positive ways, will go in streaks most times, and thereby incorporating this method of personal bankroll money management, along with any good playing selection systems, can only serve to enhance your overall success, as over long-run playing time, such as months, years, decades, if u play a lot, will cause you to be playing overall at lower levels during losing times, and higher levels during the more winnier times of your overall playing life. U may not sell any of these systems, all my roulette systems are copyright blog protected, but feel free to usem and tell your gambling buddies and buddiesses, go the hell 4 it. Just don’t take 2 much off tables, they won’t like it, and the Central Intelligence Agency is running this experiment of gambling in New Jersey, first with state
lotteries, and later with the casinos. CIA owns and controls it all through many dummy companies, that lead through Mary Carter Paint Company. Diana’s grandfather, Zudlow, pronounced first cylable accented, rhyming with rude, and low as is. He is the Olympian Provincial Controller, what we would call or think of as a governor on human worlds here in the United States. The millionth council has 1 of these Governor/Controllers, and 3 so called [lieutenant controllers} serving underneath. This is for every province on the entire astral realm, a place far more real than anything on Earth in this caporial life. Lord-Mayors of city state, as well as town-suburban areas, exist, as does here, and as here, are under the controller and staff, the reigning 4 of the provinces. In last blog I said asrally, I meant astrally, and physicallity was contrasted with astrallity, that I also know was misspelled, sorry. When I got to Mr. Martino/Krassles escalator, I had a concentrated batch of something that grows in the depths of the great Krassleville River, the most special river in not only the Olympian Province, but in all the decillions of huge provinces on the astral plane, as most are about 15% the size of our entire milky way galaxy, which is roughly 600K X 600K X 60K light years in dimension.Astral planes make our peasizes whittle universe look like a small city block area in contrast with the planet Earth. Anyway, growing at the depths of this river is the Rugatommetta weed, the only thing that the 300 foot 40 ton river snakes feed on. By concentrating this freeze-dried substance, u can bring these huge super-snakes out onto the land and over the banks, into suburban areas of Krassleville, where Mr. Krassle, is the Mayor, and has a lovely huge
apartment sitting aloft of his 1400 foot high escalator. I broke in and he had his recordings of his favorite harmonica music blaring throughout his place. I wrecked it all in a fit of rage a few billion years or so ago, remembering it as yesterday after coming through to me in a trance-dream in your physical year in this world, of 1997 or 8, I believe it was the spring of’98. After totally wrecking his place, breaking all his recordings, and causing major havoc, I covered a trail from the riverbanks all the way to the top of the escalator, with my extra concentrated powdered rugatommetta, and literally 50 or more giant river snakes came up and winded all through this huge powerful escalator, and it spit out pieces and chunks of these numerous screaming dead and dying snakes for half of a mininna-kalpa, nearly 900 years of planet Earth time. He and his wife insist that I stay away from their lovely daughter, screw U, she is my teen queen, and I will never ever stop being her large white dog. If u don”t like it King Jupiter, eat my Pres. GB mic-slip. Many times I enjoy walking down the streets like Monolazarium Boulevard with her, I am never leashed, I am free to roam and be with my queen, but on astral realms, I can think about being in the form and shape of human type, and instantly, I am standing upright, she takes my
hand gently, we fly the beautiful kite that I got 4 my lovely teen-queen for her sweet 16 party, as everyday forver, is her i6th birthday, as all the time and space in our entire downline, is no more than her thought at this very time when she upline was thinking of these things, and her [thatboy]. If in her humanness, she remembered how much she really adores me, all my troubles would b forever over here on Earth, but the friggin lamist cult, fixed that, but good. I was nearly expelled from school for hypnotizing a dude from Pennsville, NJ, name of John Zane, a huge dude who could have put out my lights with his finger nail on his pinky. He never remembered doing anything such as when I had him beat up some kids that used my body for their own personal punching bag. One day, it all got discovered, much so much more to this story needs b told someday. It involves a science and history teacher, one became mobster connected, super made wise guy, through the Martino clan, the other was cleverly murdered in a car crash, and it all connects the magical chain I so often refer to in the blog, as it became magical because someone intentionally tried to remove a powerful curse from the Hope Diamond, by rubbing it on 3 different links of the chain, and weird super power did indeed rub off into this. People have been murdered over all of this, and Lamist-culters are more dangerous than Bundy and Manson combined and exponentionally factored quantatatively. Much more 2 tell U. Major air and ground siege continues, 3 full evil empires, would have occurred if I’d not done some powerful and quick electronic metaphysics work during yesterdays phillies baseball day game, after the end of inning # 8. I will not have time to welcome my vi-queen to the Earth on Friday, we have a new phase 4 being amongst us, I recognize this vi-queen, she really wanted to come here like the Disney girl MARYLOU, earth identity Ms. Romano, from Even Stevens show, but she wanted to keep too many of her super powers, and exists now only through the movie character, I am shortly going to get lots proven, on many things, and the FBI, is about to receive a copy of my entire blog-printout, along with a powerful letter, 2 many people are ending up dead and murdered, and I just will not tolerate this anymore, without a major friggin fight. =============================================================================== 07/20/2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 43 6 Gods damn Straight Hellish Botbars =============================================================================== I am super botbar six straight days, serves me right 4 trying to fight the 6th
dimension {thought and mind}, when I seemingly as Mountainpen, the physical me in this part of 5-D HS, and started playing again with this ‘blogianity’ crap. Ladies and gentlemen, first, the 9 starting chapters to this work disappeared from http://www.blogger.com for several hours, and now at just past 3, after another huge gain on their stinking stock market, they put it back up again. Does not matter, I was about to re-upload it off my little square backer upper, as us newby’s to the cyber-world refer to them at times. I will always have a back up, so whoever u r u r wasting your time, and if it is simply a case of website maintenance, my apology, did not mean to complain when no one is intentionally trying to mess me up. A very nasty lady called me and my friend, who I am back working with, ‘ignorant’. Seems she thinks we r the 2 most ignorant men she ever encountered, because we were whispering. No library rule says we can’t whisper, but I wonder how P.C. her comments to our faces were. Must go, library says I have used my time up for this day, I am going to the FBI very soon, and will get to the bottom of y all this harassment never stops in my hellish damn life!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== 07/24/2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 44 I Am All Junk And Nonsense, So Why So Much Energy Used To Shut Me Up? =============================================================================== Morning’ everybody, I plan, if things do not foook up too much, to do 2 chapters, this one and #45. Wanna C if I can get one in before Dow opens up, and then C how much more hacking occurs after market starts to trade. <> <> <> <> I do not understand this symbol but I do know how to type it in. Every time somewhere between one and eight lines of things I say, do not make it onto the Blogger page, these symbols appear in the hack somehow, just letting U’ all know that I am not quite as dumb as I appear. When early this month before the holiday, I was about to say that Morianity Bible, and all else, has a purpose, somehow somewhere someway, or it would not B, simple as all that, but they gapped me friggin’ out, and it started with those silly symbols appearing first on the text. Ed, my guru, as I’ll refer to him as, is human, highly smart, but human, and no human can fight what is against me, namely, lightning’s twin brother to Leda and Zues, Appololucifer Beelzebub Abadon Diabolis, his lovely name number being of course [ 36 ]. Count the fookin’ letters in the names for crissake or for my great X 62nd grandfather’s sake. People think MB is lotsa junk & stupidity, well, guess what, some one and or some thing Captain Shatner Boston, is going 2 lots and lots of effort, to thwart what I am attempting to do. Do not C how or why this would B occurring if all this all just a lot of runtslapping absurdity. 36 is a horrible number, as it adds up to 666 when you go 1+2+3+4+5+6, etc. to 36. The last time that I ever saw Sarah and her deadly girl gang, on astral realms known as the [Viqueens], in every single province, and there are over 1.20362 X 10 to the 30th power provinces, but anywho, the time was, as I will never forget it in 55 kalpas, just past ten O’clock post meridian on the night of the twelfth of July of 1970. So 36 years to the day later is, DUH, DERR, 7/12/2K6. I did not have to be a prophet to know that something nig in the middle east would go down on this day, only needed to know the way that the motive program operates that is controlled by the 7th dimensional lawtrons, and I blog dated it, I said, watch out for big shit later this month, BOOM, Mr. Adam Zok Pal Dingdong zap West. In the late 70’s I played around with many electronic things, frequency
generators, open reel recorders, amplification apparatus, and old data type
devices and put some bizarre crapola together. I was able to break through hyper space, and listen in on what was going on in my own room, but in an altered reality/dimension, another location in 5th dimensional HS. I tuned into a near one, not all that far off MCR, and heard, and recorded, a telephone conversation with a friend from Gloucester, NJ, Mr. James T. Burr. I was telling him how my last time staying at the Trinidad Motel, now a Motel-8, changed twice recently to get intentionally rid of history markers, how I was raped by the Viqueens. It did not occur here, but who cares, it explains my fear and shyness around women, we are much more in our beingness than three dimensions. People scared of heights, fell and were injured or killed in other parts of their 5-beingness, other parts of time and other realities in HS. Anyway, let me C what happens when I try to continue talking about this awful stuff, in my next chapter, want 2 publish this a couple minutes before stock market opens. =============================================================================== Monday, July 24, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 45 —— So On With The Show, Kal lio =============================================================================== Now to continue from Chapter 44, this will B an interesting experiment. My cousin Sandy, was the lookout, and was stationed between room 323 and the elevator just to the left and left again from the door to the room. Zigmund Malyeska from Lithuania, and his girlfriend, Helen Felker, a Florida nurse, were sitting outside the Fralengers Salt Water Taffee store, on a bench, amongst a few dozen benches all grouped together. Mother was talked into getting coffee , but they were told to come to this area and sit, as usually, and all the lifeguards still there today that were there in yesteryear as rookies, know ‘Ziggy’ as everyone called the pollio legged man who was there every non-rainy day of every summer, sitting on a piesce of cardboard, under the Central Pier where Tennessee Avenue dead ends into, but usually, he and Helen sat on the bench area that overlooked the ocean, above the public mens and ladies rest rooms built into the structure below. So the plan was quite complex, and the plot thickens in this hyperspace. First, as with here in this timeline, Aunt Gerry screws up her plans and we have to take Sandy with us to the shore on our vacation, then she makes friends with the Callio/Krassle girl gang, known 2 all the guys as the Quoddy mockers, as they hung on the south side of the Mayflower Hotel in the late 60’s quite frequently, and were all very tall, and breathtakingly gorgeous and ravishing to behold. But here, Sandy is the lookout, mother goes out to Fralengers 4 coffee, and Ziggy and Helen, were ordered to sit at the benches there at this particular time rather than their usual hangout, and were told to engage my mom in a conversation and temporarily out of the way so they could all gangrape my pathetic little ass. All my life here in this world, it occurs in nightmares, I am still a tiny and very frail child of 13, and I was not always ugly as an eel as my photo last year shows, I was a real head turner starting at about age 13 and 1/2. My behavior around women is tense and awkward to this day, and these horrendous teenaged witches, wrecked my entire social life. I had a best friend, Brad, and he could never figure out Y girls were not of interest to me, faggots were very rare in those days, all guys loved girls, and vice versa. I did too, but was frightened to death of them because of this hyperspace effect. Last night at work, as every Monday, it’s something with these turds, and as I speak, a crash level chopper is going over the library, in violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, at 9:44 ante’ meridian. Forget the blog page time, this is real eastern savings 4th dimension read out. I was saying, they blew out my bowells, as they love to do, and have done to me for over 20 years, since this horriffic shit started with this Otammskummy Milituforce. I am walking and boom, I shit myself, a grown man. No doctor can find a thing wrong, as Earthly, there is nothing wrong. Friends with me in the past, during sieges, have been hit accidentally with these ‘death-beams’, twatever they R, and have to also run into the nearest woods and take wicked shits, none of this is funny, so don’t laugh, I am in hell, and the skummy military is violating my civil rights, and if this was not so, I’d B 2 afraid to print and publish these things, and by now they’d have sued me for liebal and slander, but they don’t, and they won’t, ’cause it’s all frikinass true as raindrops and greenies. When I was visiting Mom in the different hospitals back in ’98, ’99, and 2K, asfter they brutally hurt her with some covert death ray, that no one in the medical community, both West Jersey Health System, and Kennedy Hospital, never could diagnose or properly understand and treat, I would encounter other patients in various semi-private rooms, that all but attacked me on many occasion, 4 absolutely nothing, just as Thursday last, Ed and I were verbally assalted first by a really twisted ass nasty lady, and later by a couple of fags from the Atlanticare System, that kept complaining that we were bothering the, and all we were doing was whispering, in fact the Atlanticare dudes were talking louder than we ever were, making their fagish date with each other, as they met here for the first time at this library branch, as per what I could not but help hearing of their loud conversation. But Ed and I, merely whispering, and we were the bad guys. This hell around me has been going on ever since my life was literally fucking 86ed in 1986. Some tell me it is because I kept consisting winning 2 much loot at the AC NJ Casinos. This goes way beyond the godsdamn casinos, as powers involved in all this, go so far beyond your concept of daily ordinary reality, if I attempted to express it in real detail, both u and I would just B engaging in time wasting efforts. I told Jim Burr, and got his permission, back in 1982, to run an experiment. There was an empty apartment below me at the Voorhees, NJ Robin Hill Apt. Complex, and it was vacant about 100 days, and I didn’t want some wack job noisy neighbor to move in and make things bad, but he was unable to move in as I wished, but let me run an experiment, as I was convinced the place for whatever reason, was bugged, by the gods only know who, and wanted to prove to my satisfaction that I am not immagining shit. I winked at my mom, as she was renting it, and I was working at the recording studio, and living there paying her half the rent, so we both could save some money. So I winked, and then said to her that Jim will B coming over to the rental office tomorrow to C about renting the unit. Remember, 100 days, the place is sitting vacant, no sign of piss. I drive off to my job, and when I come back around 9:45 at night, there is a maintnance man in there with a lamp on and some furniture was also in there. Next morning, his slutty girlfriend, a mob connected Playboy Bunny, moves in. When I told this and other similar things to Mr. Ron Wirtz at the Camden County Prosecutor’s Office, he would not ever look into it, and later lied about Sarah, insisting her name is Kessle, not Callio, a blatent lie. US Search, for those that remember them, u pay to have a search done to locate someone, anywho, a nationwide search for SARAH KESSLE, turns up a big bat zilch, nada, zip. I was telling Diana Arteemus over the phone, the line is connected from an open line to nowhere, into an electostatic machine where the phone cord is wrapped around the glass of the lightning inside, and we can talk back and forth, anyway, I was telling her that Ed, my garu, is gonna design a MB webpage and get me a MB website. I no sooner was, cancel this, hacker just got me at 10:o6, screen pops up saying not connected to Blogger, publishing might fail, this is teir favorite hack. Let me get help from library staff. Calling FBI if this is messed with, I have had it, I have rights, and this is being witnessed by library staff. =============================================================================== Wednesday, July 26, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 46 How They Gained 200 Points On Dow By Hacking Me To Death Last Monday =============================================================================== These evil skumbags wiped me out, and I knew before they did it that they would,
as they were totally determined to bring their evil sick stock market up to
start the new week super bullish, by using parallel event technology against an innocent pathetic poor whittle frail weak person. I was much happier be4
attempting this project. If a motive program is stopping U, try to win, go
ahead. U simply cannot. I know these things are real, it is a nightmare, and
denying it or taking a drug store full of sike-meds, doesn’t alter the reality of any of this horrific nightmare. As I speak, I am starting to believe that someone on this system, that does not want the Dow and nazdaq markets to drop, R doing these hacks intentionally to me.Every time I try to do or say anything, you R typing away, and boom, a symbol pops up saying that I am not connected to the site and to test the connection and that uploading may fail. What U need 2 know is that I tricked somebody and have proof that this is being hacked,and that my civil rights R being messed with, as I never disconnected, and already published chapter 44, and then started to type chapter 45, and 30 minutes or less into it, boom, the symbol pops up and says connection is not there, who keeps friggin disconnecting me? Do U know that whoever U R, U are in serious violation of my rights to free speech under amendment in the United States Constitution, and somebody soon is gonna get sued 4 billionsa bucks, not an empty threat. If this somehow is all a weird coincidence, and it is not hacking, I apologize for my rammy behavior, but I know damn well that I’m being messed with. Now, 2 days later, in the illusion of space-time, I am writing my blog directly onto flop and can later upload/publish in a quick wink of time, but if this doesn’t stop soon, I am mailing an already written letter to Federal
Communications Commission, Civil Liberties, F.B.I. , and NJ State Attorney
General’s Office, to request a formal civil rights action against my freedom to express my religious beliefs on the Internet, and have all parties investigated to C if indeed, this is intentional, as opposed to site maintenance, or [whatever]. None of my shit is any way even a small joke, none of U mortals have Clue #1, what is going on. I mention on the MB {Morianity Bible}, about 2 teachers I had in the Haddon Township High School system back in the late 1960’s, and boom, I say a car crash happened to one, I know it was intentionally caused by high ordered Lamist-Culters, and blog this, and less than a week, just days later, a girl the same age as Sarah-Stacey, from current days, also a student of HTHS, gets in a mysterious watercraft crash, that according to reporters, was very bizarre in its occurrence, she did not want to die or be hurt, I am sure, as she had everything, as U mortals would say, to live for. She was a star athlete, a
good student, and also like SSJKK, very beautiful.Things happen when U do not realize, that we must endlessly B very careful in always being aware of the fact that all connects to all. The reason for this is subatomic particle
combinations. Blood, viruses, DNA, does not matter, your blood plasma cells, all have tiny subatomic encoded numerical for lack of another way 2 put this, codes, that are read by Lawton, and lower parts to themselves as gods, and they literally the way our senses C and hear and all else, they can read these subatomic code combinations, and from there, it all is possible, all our unknowns become known, and simple to C what is going on around us. When I killed my brother over 6300 years ago, in what U call the [garden of Eden}, I was very jealous of my brother getting my queens favor and attention, and liking his gifts more than mine. I clocked him with a rock and hid his body, but, Sarah said to me that she was reading the coded subatomic combinations of my brothers’ blood plasma cells, and heard him crying out to her 4 help against my brutality, in a fit of jealous rage. Biblical language puts it more like, I heard your brother’s blood crying up to me from the ground, what have U done with your brother? I told my teen queen, that I’m not my brother’s keeper, but she knew all along that I had clocked the sonuvabitch with a large heavy rock. Nothing is ever hidden from my Sarah, lightning is everywhere, even inside our mind, how else would the doctor be able to run an electro-encephologram on U? She knows all our thoughts, most secret and innermost, and every second, races down from the skies in many different places, to strike the seas all over the world, and
transfer her knowledge to the great SSJKK. U and I can never find a closet that can hold out these 2 great lightning goddesses, Stacey and her cousin Diana. Stacey’s Dad is pissed at her for starting these Earthly experiments and especially for taking me out of Dogtown. I told U that I wrecked his place, of course on astral realms, no matter how many times U may destroy something, it always just comes back, it’s kind of cool, as U can commit tremendous acts of wild violent crap and get a lot of pent up emotion out of your system, and nothing stays wrecked or damaged, and people can die, but come right back as well. Until U know, U won’t know, until U’ve been where I am, you will wonder to some degree, if I could just B telling it the way it is, no matter how high your doubting percentage of me is. I on the other hand only know the nightmare of endless existence, what U think of in mortality as hell. U of course C it all differently, and whether U like it or not, you R all wrong and far off base, I know, as I have existed forever, and always will. And I know this for absolute fact. U 2, exist always, but have no conscious clue to your fullness, and true reality. I made an error in a past blog, the Milky Way is one sixth smaller than the dimensions that I gave U, amazing how the evil one as Christians refer to it as, got me to put the # 6, all 3 times, when I meant one, the galaxy is a basically flat magnet, much like a floppy disk, with length and width being ten times that of its depth, 100X100X10 thousand light years. The next nearest galaxy, Andromeda, is 100 times more than the distance of our long dimension, away from us, and forever going farther from us even as I speak. Ettosian power
is incredible, if U study lots of prior blogs, how over and over they got me to say “freeway”, when I kept trying to contrast that irony of life means driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and even when I attempted 2 fix the error, the bastards efed with my head, over and over again. Yeah, and how about the hack when I tried to tell U-all about my song, That’s The Way It Goes, and how Diana Ross, took the arrangement of it that I wrote and turned it into a hit song called [Chain] Reaction. There is 2 much 2 tell U now about all of this, and the Millionth Council, the powerful ASTRAL plane authorities, are also, like all else, under Lawtronic Control, through various Motive Programs.Man is soon about to merge with machine, in his stupid attempt to beat death and find immortality, Y is simple, they do not know they already have it, and in fact they do not ever dare think of this nightmare shit, it is just 2 horrific to cogitate on. I will sign off by telling U a bit more about BOB, not the AC NJ MAYOR, no, the Book Of Beach. I wrote in it that I knew about the wild tunnel in the Picadilly and Boliver Hotels, on Tennessee Avenue, in AC, NJ. I told how Brad and in a dream, were in these tunnels, and that more of them existed way below the sewer systems of the city, extending 600 miles out from Steel Pier, and ending in Atlantis, in a secret laboratory run by a man who I cannot tell U more about, until certain wars are over or it is safer in strategic points from a military view, 4 me to further tell about. I will tell U that the royal family
in England, is also behind lots of this, and so was President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. The BOB is special, and still exists in a golden wisdom temple in a place called AgamDesPerlijo, in the central woustern, not western, areas of the Province of Olympia. This book is there, and a Pleadian named Sharptonio has made some additions to this book, and I need to tell much more about a now dead comedian Mr. Rodney Dangerfield, how he fell madly in love with my friend Brad’s gorgeous mother, and how this and my moms boyfriend, Sidney Crown, all fit together into shit so deep and fantastic, there probably are not ever gonna B words to sufficiently describe all of this. Good=by for now, BIG KAL. =============================================================================== Tuesday, August 01, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 47 The Cooking Channel Comes to Morianity ===============================================================================
Did u know that u can have 2 batches of a stew cooking side by side on your
stove, and if u add one ingredient to one, in order to maintain the exact taste in the other stew, u must now add the exact amount of the exact ingredient u just put into pot A. Even if 1000 complex ingredients in all sorts of pinch amounts are part of the recipe, add salt to pot A at the very end, but not to pot B, and the 2 stews will taste differently, all it took, was one small change, in an otherwise precise A/B mix so to speak. So how the H.E. Double Hockey sticks does that fit into the subject and wild and weird complexities of the Morianity Bible? Frighteningly monstrously simple friends and fiends. Our lovely nation is in the precise total duplication of the Roman Empire, all things basically that were going down with them, leading to their eventual fall and doom, are all going down with us here in the good old US of A, that is for one thing they had that we do not have. They had what we here and now refer to Pagonistic religious belief systems, verses our beliefs in {one God{. Should what I totally know to be true, regarding the fact that our so-called one God, Jehovah of the bible, ever B exposed for being less than the truth to what is really going on with and around us homo sapiens, boom ding-dong crash zap pal, and Adam West Batman: we would then B doomed, and the salt would B added to the stew, the final ingredient of this scary mix, and then it’s good-by to all of this. The enemy gave me a nightmare weekend, a nightmare week, made July of oh six,
the most horrific 31 day period in 51 and 2/3 years of my human Mountain pen
life, as I know it in this physicality. U may wonder why I look younger than my years, yet am going through more stress than a US President during wartime and depression combined. And yes, that is not me long ago, just a year or so ago, when I went to a Kinkys to get my photo taken for a computer J-Picture Element Graphic, so I could use it on blogs or dating clubs, or wherever. My eye doctor a few years back said to me, “so tell me, how do U manage to look so ridiculously young?” I told him, a Dr. Reda, ofDelran, NJ, what I know will tell to this Blogianity: Whatever I hate and do not want, is attracted into my proximity, and whatever I love or like, and do want, is repelled from my proximity, and both with clockwork precision, as I seemingly have power to literally speak things and events, people, places, things, and whatever, right into and out of existence. I love rain, it is sunny. I like to go and B left alone at the beach, and teen queens like Sarahs gang, even all through my forties, come up and flirt with me, none of this is one bit fucking natural, and I want to get old and die more than anything, just to get the hell outtahere, so what else but the reverse
happens, I seemingly stay looking youthful and never seem to get to die. I know I have died, fatal heart attacks one recently at my work site, fatal auto crashes, electrocution, drowning, poisoning, I was shot to death, knifed to death right after Sarah turned 100 by worldly calendar system, and the list goes on and on and on. Don’t believe I am being messed with and hacked, huh? Then Y is even my computer guru, Mister Edwin Landhower Shometon, unable to get 2 the bottom of the blog on http://www.blogger.com, the way some of the chapters in it are all weird and screwed up, half a line, one or two words on a line, something out of the “men from Saturn- Colony 888MK? Just look at it for Crissake! And we cannot ever stop it. These skun behind their evil {Wall Street} are totally behind making my life total hell, wrecking in totality, a persons’ entire life, for no more reason other than their mercenary avericious, greedy, money-power thirsty, sic and twisted personal gain, or their Gains, sweet little Donna!!!!! Yeah, I do not know where my 16 year old woman is Mister Burger, but Rado and Ragni, and their
long HAIR, have a nightmare story to them that is unspeakable, leading straight to the WTC and the horrific 9/11 and how anyone can sleep at night profiting off this twisted inhumanity, through making billions on this movie, my tiny simple mind cannot crawl into that type of selfishness averishness. And then whom does the CIA, NSA, and other souper BFA’s persecute, a loyal true Emmie-Aimy Blue Madonna blue, citizen, whose grandparents grandparents, friends of Ben Franklin, all together helped to frame this country and our constitution, our founding fathers. Funny that I actually knew my gramps, Mr. Sam Huntington very well 2 and 1/2 centuries ago, when I was Mr. Franklin. Hyperspacial existence is just too complicated to try and tackle today, as 2 much other shit needs B told today. I begin by taking this time to sincerely thank the most wonderful and understanding lady on this sin-cursed ball of solid hurl, for helping me break the enemy hackers attempts to thwart my publishing and up-loading of my blog on 2 separate occasions. She is a very busy professional person, with far more, in an Earthly sense, important things to do and B concerned with, yet she dropped it all like a ten ton sack, to help me get my blog up-loaded, twice. Only her physical beauty slightly supercedes her inward beauty, and she will B nameless for reasons of protection. Cannot stop the all-knowing sixth dimension from knowing the omniscience of realities, but 4 the lower level enemies influenced ettosianically, to work underneath them, will insist on protecting her identity. Not all Lamistskum, as I’ve recently added a
syllable to their named order, R anywhere near as powerful, as they would like for me to believe. Gods do not share that much with their cohorts and
co-conspirators. They share an infinitesimal fraction of their power, with some of them, but always in an [interruption channel]or otherwise, the ion again/off again-ness of so-called outer worldly supernatural powers, could not keep their necessary [doubt factor], that these gods insist on, as remember, they R us in this lower reality, and they do not wanna get onto the reality here, of whom they really R there, and especially the [impossibility of ever reaching oblivion] truths, to ever B within their human grasp, as they exist as and through us in our lower beingness. I took a supernatural hellsiege from these twisted sick games playing gods over
the weekend while trying my best to do a good job at my work side this past
weekend. Just past nine and a half ante’ meridian on Sunday morning, a huge
poison kemtrail went over my site, just to the west, spreading out and causing severe tonsillitis, which human world doctors, all under total etteosionic control and manipulation, will never remove my tonsils, so as to work as a conspiracy to keep me in physical discomfort and sometimes agony, ever since I turned seventeen years old. These poisons in the cloud spread out and cause many different things to many different people, whatever and whomever the givers of this attack, are trying to hurt and in what way, is dependent on the type of poisonous kemtrail that these wicked bastards use up in the sky, or as I jokingly refer to the sky as SK—-Y?, or Sarah Krassle, WHY? Y do U allow this evil dushwod subskummites to hurt your [that-boy]. so damn much, and can’t U C that when I was younger down on your street in the 1960’s, I did not mean to ever hurt U in any way, I loved U more than my life, ya ditsy teen queen. The first day that U smiled at me when we were 10 years old, I was coming out of the Trinidad Motel on Tennessee Avenue, leaving the lobby at 6 AM to walk up to the ramp at the boardwalk so that I could rent a bicycle 4 a couple hours and ride the boards from Captain Starns to Longport, over and over. But all through the
bike ride, and all day at the beach with my mom, and Ziggy, and all his buddies, it was U that I thought about, and your lovely smile, that would brighten up any rainy day. You only got more ravishing with every passing year as I saw U with your girlfriends, summer after summer, over a 5 year period, 1965-1968 at the motel, and then in ’69 when I came down alone by bus to C my buddy Ziggy. The final year in ’70 was when I was staying with your aunt Vicci’s boyfriend, the bisexual whom molested me at his Cornwall Avenue property in Ventnor, NJ, the town to the south of AC, NJ. All winter long for nearly 10 months each year, I thought of nothing but U. Your special smile, that I am convinced other boys also must have seen, and written songs about, U have many admirers who have written songs about U. Mine only made it to the number one position in the independent country music charts in 1998, and for one week, when Linda Ronstadts’ girlfriends song, knocked mine off. If U think for a second that I ever forgot U, nor did not love U, then U really do not know your [That-Boy], as well as you do when I am your huge dalmatian dog in your great city, Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Thank U so very much 4 taking me out of Dogtown, and fighting 2 keep me,
with your very argumentative parents, as they have both made it well known to me, that they want me far away from U. They even totally made me forget U, shortly after the 70s came in, but U had other plans 4 me, right down to telling all of this 2 the world, and create a foundation someday called MORIANITY FOUNDATION. Also, U want me to write the MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM THREE, and I follow your commands, my lovely teen queen, oh great goddess Jupiter, daughter of NeptuneJupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious. Your full names give U a name-number of 30, very special to me as time running backward in Hollywood showed me in his [Made in Heaven] movie in 1988. Also 30 when you total up all digits from one to thirty is 465, and month 4 in century twenty year of 64, or April/’65,,[4/65], is when the Traymore Hotel, in AC, NJ, cancelled my mom’s reservations’ that she had just made back in March of 1965, for our second year to stay there on our vacation, but U fixed it that gthe hotel in the area of our room, was unavailable due to a renovation project or similar thing if memory properly is serving me over ettosian powers of confusion. So we just went down that late June day in 1965, hopped a cab, and told the cabby to take us to any place that he felt there may B a vacancy. Seems he had a friend, Larry, a big black dude, super helluvanice guy, that was the bellhop for the Trinidad, and this is how it all began from there. Back to my vicious weekend attack, milituforce all over me last week and weekend, choppers and planes, that kem that caused my painful tonsolitus that no one will fix, and I cannot get any lawyer to believe that a huge consperacy exists to keep me in constant pain and misery, it is straight fucking out of a mix of Steven King and Alfred Hitchkock combination, or as will B referred in future blogs as the SKAHCO, for abbreviation, as it perfectly pronounces as well. Strange how Mr. King, distant cousin by the way to the late ‘John’, and big Paula, started his N&DS crap on when else but good ol’ 12 July. The 3-9 life cycle needs B discussed too 4 a quick seck. 3,9,27,81, these are major
periods where all human life cycles in ways that only all of U can C if U look carefully at your own lives. 27 is the number of electricity or the subatomic particle that we humans call the electron, as their R roughly six quintillion of these particles in one amperage {AMP} of electricity. Do not even try to grasp a number like this, as there are far less inches in a light year, even a parsec, than this. Anyway, about the siege at work, after the huge disapaiting kemtrail, came loud choppers and loud CIA/NSA planes, double decker planes, and on and on. After it stopped, one of the workers, who always brings his dog with him, was driving around the place in a truck, and I saw his Great Dane dog, and as I always do, get out to pet him, and say hi. The bitch turned on me, growled, and used his paul to gice me kick like punches in my chest, and then ran off. When I told his owner of the dogs’ strange behavior a half hour later, he was stymied. But I followed him and as we came near to his dog, the dog knew it had done something, and would not come to his master, nor follow commands, and this is a friendly and obedient dog. All I am going to say here is, motherfuckers, I am totally onto what U R doing to me, and the human race in general, and I will fight U pricks until U manage to suck 5 quarts of my blood out of my puny pathetic whittle ugly body. Bring it on hammermoms, bring it on, as my letters to the feds R in the friggin’ mail, and ever though I know that I’ll get no where, I also am well aware of the fact that U dirtholes hate this type of
exposure. Eat me, Doctor Steckle!!!!!! Christianity, in all that it preaches and believes, is textbook psychotic. Because it is accepted by many, and was around long before psychiatry was, it is ok. But let me come along, and the book kills me before I can even get started. It would matter none if I raised everyone up from a cemetery this afternoon. Remember the Charmed Cleaners Effect, that I will refer for short in future blogs, to, the [CCE], not the C&E post from 1988 where I was guarding and messed
with the [don’t come down 2 your shoes] jerk-offs!!!!! More about the 3 and 9 Life Cycle reality that few know and understand.July 12 of 1970, let us keep adding exactly 9 years to this. Donna Summer made a deal with Sarh-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle on 7/12/79. On 7/12/88, someone sabotaged my auto, and when I drove out of the golden Nugget Casino, it broke literally in half, the real axle had ben messed with, and I ended up in the bay, and charged with points on my license and insurance, costing me thousands in increased premiums and thousands to purchase another piecashitter/clunker. Then a huge interaction occurred when I went to bed in my Somerdale,New Jersey home on the night or early morning around 2 AM of 7/12/97, and Paula King was in it, but I never did more than surface scratch this dream, just told u about how she fingered chucked a large cigar, but where the Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar stand here in this world, there is a NJ State Police station, there. They arrested me after I saw Paula do this, even when I said to them that she did it. They put me in Frank Cakllio’s squad car, and drove me onto huge astral plane highways, 80 lanes in each opposing direction, and into a place in Dogtown, that I am too scared to
tell much of it 2 u. It was more horrible than anything speakable, as u could be cut into thousands of pieces, but remain alive with each piece throbbing and bleeding and messed up, yet you are there and aware, and there is so much more hell, the Paddlebox Prison System, where you are put into a huge pinball machine and become like a body shaped pinball, bouncing and gingling and being hit by giant flippers made of jagged edged cut glass, blood everywhere, but it goes on for what seems 40 earth years, you never can die out and away from it, the worst of all of it is theweed cutting yards, as it is 130 degrees with a sky filled with 20 suns blarring down on you and frying you like nothing U could ever fathom, unless U remember being in this hell. You’re given these 70 pound huge sheers, and placed in 3000 acre fields of thick 3 foot high weeds, that you must cut down in one dogtown day, a period of about 50 of our earth revolution days here in human-life realms. Then of course 9 years later from this hellish hell on 7/12/96, or 36 years, or 4 life-9-cycles, as some statisticians refer to this
as, comes 7/12/2006, when the 2 dudes were kidnapped in the middle east, and
they R playing this way down, right down to their fixed and controlled Wall
Street. It is only flying up because they’re literally friggin torturing and
tormenting my life to unfathomable extremes, and on top of that, I just replaced my broken car stereo with another one not 2 weeks ago, and kafrikinbang, they busted the bitch again, same exact shit, tape won’t go into the mechanism, so sue me, I love the old days, and I love my cassette tapes, screw all this digital crap, cell phones, people talking to themselves or so it appears in grocery stores, palm pilots, digital audio/video junk, all unnatural, and it breaks more than the analog stuff, as it is way more sensitive to what the enemy is able to do to it. Now I gotta go back to the store and waste a day getting a replacement, and U R asking me why their dirt bag stock market goes up in three digits for 2 back to back weeks, and is climbing to the moon? All has to do with the parallel event of torturing poor whittle friggin’ pathetic me. How can U seriously rationalize a raising market during a major middle-eastern crises? U cannot, U know it, U know I’m right in all my claims if U’ve been following my life on MB, and U may on varying levels of conscious mind, attempt to play games
about it, how can I not B speaking the total absolute truth, and only the damn truth? Crissake, I mention the Hammonton ice cream Parlor, it’s gone along with Turnersville Pathmark where my mom and I were terroristically threatened just 2 weeks after my Sarah’s 100th birthday. I welcomed my phase-4 Viqueen to the world, and no more super-ex girlfriends, all promotions stop, boom on a dime. Do I really have to convince U? U either won’t listen and believe, because U don’t want 2, or U R a believer by now, and I love you brother/sister, and true Morian. Yes, my blog is long today, and I have not started to elucidate the injustices being done to me,
day after day, all my fickin’ life!!!! 3 people tried to save my life in the seventies, and get me away and safe from the Lamists, but they followed me to Newton Creek in West Collingswood, NJ, an old haunt of the late Mister Horrowits, uugee, short for Eugene, the great Michae; Landon the actor, as most of U non locals to that area, know him by. 1 Helluva cool dude. Anyway,
Bob Pincus, Albert Soifer, and Zigmund Malyska, all in the summertime anyway, from AC,NJ, running or managing establishments, motels, soda shops, or in the case of my real good buddy, Ziggy, the out there and having’ a good time in sun and surf. Ziggy found out that they were planning to make me a Lamist, and warned me to go home, as he one day in late June of 1970, kept repeating this phrase over and over again, [go home, go home, go home[, and just would not tell me more, but the friggin’ expression on his face, did all the rest of the talking for him. All 3 of these peolple said it 2 me, Pinky did not believe me at first, and Thomas J-Fag Reale, warned me that if I told about shit, nobody would believe me, but he was not counting on Ziggy. Al Soifer was friends with lots of the Vi-queens, even caught him romantically kissing lots of them, and their friends, friends of his own friggin’ daugther Nena Soifer, for crissake, but he loved, as the Donald does, all the trashy young stuff. He acted filthy, kissing them publically in the lobby of the hotel. Many a klate afternoon when I’d walk by on the South side of Tennessee Avenue, I’d look accross at Mister Liplocks. Revolting. Anyway, his son presently is in charge of the Ocean City, New Jerset Recreational Department, and knows little or any of the stuff that
went on back then, as most boys have their own friends and piers and social
life, but he did know the Callio gang of beauties, just as I know that Chester Perkowski, mentioned on prior blogs, also knew of the, although he veheminantly denies this to me. An error I discovered on the blog mentioning the letter I received from Chester, it was not secretary of defence, I meant to say the present time then Secretary of State, MacNamarra, and I spelled his name way off, and still may not B spelling it right, but it is pronounceable at least with this spelling. So maybe the cooking channel is serving up better food for your body today, but hopefully, using a human expression, I”m serving up better food 4 your isness of being, [SOUL]. Now 4 some of the reasons for my most recent HELLDEATHSIEGES: I would have forever forgotten a dream I had, by your way of seeing things, but did not. It was not meant for me 2 forget this recent dream that occurred late last week, Thursday night last I believe. Some one was thanking me for some
lovely flowers that I had sent to them, a lady, a record company executive in the A&R Department, the dudes and dudesses that listen to new talent. She went onto bring a huge man named Lou, 7 feet tall, into the room, and they were telling me how fantastic a song I wrote in the year 2000, was. They just :had to have it, it was gonna B a huge hit, we’d all make tens of megabucks, and on et el and etcetera” I know now the song from the way they described it in the dream, even though I cannot actually pull up in my waking mind, them referring to the song by its name. Even know who they would B in the waking world, as U think of this as. But without some half drunk nincompoop calling up a request line at a local oldies radio station, and requesting that great oldie by Leslie Gore, called, “You Don’t Own Me”, and my somehow just turning the radio on and hearing it, as the song has some similar chord changes in it that directly triggered memory of the forgotten dream, the dream to me here in this life, would have been forever lost, and some really big shit that Otammskum & Milituforce does not want me into, would never have had even a snowball’s Hell-chance, to have occurred. I will try now to continue, and remember, as much as I can, took a fucking hack again, even though I am on the floppy, someone blocked the warning that 5 minutes were left on the library computer, next thing I knew, boom, blank screen and shit gone. U can really C that just as I told U on prior blogs, the milituforce uses a motive program, and does what is must to
keep me away from doing, even talking about MUSIC, it is a super no-no, me and music. They almost screwed me out of my dream, now they screw me out of a couple of very important blog paragraphs, that I’ll do my best to reconstruct. One thing I must tell U is that these bastards PUNISH. Do what they don’t want, G E T P U N I S H E D. It does not matter what good 4ces influenced the song to get played, or me to turn to that station at work at that time, it happened, and my interaction was restored. 2 hours later, as my car stereo is the old AM/FM/Cassette type, as I play cassettes, boombingbang, and nightnurse, the tape player in the car breaks, after just getting it put in about 2 weeks ago. Brand new in the box, at a large known department store. No reason for this to have occurred. Too late pricks, as I remember the lady thanking me for sending her flowers, and called in a man named Lou to join us in a room, he was 7 feet tall and thin, a dude you c once and do not forget. They were raving about the song, insisting I sign up with their recording label, and although the song never was mentioned by name, I know by the way they described the why’s in A&R lingo, of what would make it a huge hit recording, and know which of the many songs that I”ve written since I was a pre-teen boy, song that indeed these 2 record executives were referring 2. Speaking of direct hacks, ettosian attacks, typos, and the sort, I meant to say an ettosian BRAIN attack, not a Brian attack, back about a dozen chapters or so in Blogianity. Me getting involved musically is a no-no, and they won’t permit it, they honest to the gods
would end the world, rather than allow me to get a musical career, but they’re in 4 one helluva friggin’ fight, as I know how 2 reach both these people in daily life, I KNOW WHO THEY ARE AND WHERE THEY ARE, and I know the right person to go 2 in order 2 get 2 them, and will B implementing my plan when this friggin’ heat wave ever breaks. I cannot totally despise heat, as it does tend to bring my lovely lightning around me, and on her number last month, the 27th of July, 27 is a number that is very pertanent to electrons, but she personally informed me in 1984, in a super vivid dream/interaction, that indeed, this is my number, 27, and she showed it to me with a huge red plasma lightning bolt, U do not forget stuff like this. Back to music, many of my songs are unknown on the human realm, written by both me and others, and in some cases co-written by astral entities along with me. I know that 2 most people, this all sounds as totally wacked as wack can get, but that is because you have never been shot and drowned and smashed to shit in car crashes, and don’t die, godsdamn U all, this hell is real and forever, it never will stop. If U won’t believe me, then don’t, I cannot force the issue, but I know what I know, I have been there/done that, and simply put, by the way U think on your level, you have not, so U won’t believe the terrible eternal plight that I find myself in. As for my getting ding-dong hammered after remembering my dream as I’d call it, then the broken stereo, then the huge next day attack in the air, they also blew out my bowells and body in general, kem siege, all types of air siege, even got an otherwise
normally friendly dog to attack me, and later he ran away from his owner, as it knew something on some level was wrong. I could go into even worse and more horrific nightmarish details on who and what and all of the juicy stuff, but it is not my intent for the blog at this time. There are places in Dogtown where gods are resting up, only to walk out of the Paddlebox Prison and enter our worldly life in ways more scarey than any of your movies, and I’. keeping up with what goes down in Hollywood. Getting close to shit that’s happening with me with your August thriller computer movie, but U still do not grasp the real Y’s to the goings on of these pukeswallowing regirgatators. All of everything is but a game to distract us in all forms and on all realms from remembering and knowing that there is never ever any oblivion, we endlessly go on in everlasting existing hell. Just cause the great DJT of NY & AC, NJ, can manage to take a short tiny whittle vacation from his true hell, in big picture, he endlessly suffers with what we all do, and believe poor whittle Hell’s Messenger, or not, it is the truth, so help me SSJKK. 7 dimensions endlessly are relative and in a relationship with the one true and real zero-dimensional void infinity. There is a less than nothing to a nothing force that makes lawtrons, and this force is not what I am here today 2 talk to U about, another time and place Donna, OK, Mr. King. Try to C the nightmare of endless dots on a huge wheel and then a room of these endless wheels on a new dot, and the zero dimension and less than zero or [uncreation], works together creating lawtrons, that create thought [6-D] dimensional existance at infinity, and this thought or sixth dimension from our 3-d world reference, then creates
many many multiverses. Entities travel in and out of many things, but cannot
control the 6th dimension, as this is the energy of the lawtrons, and lawtron energy is more in a tiny area of a rug in a single room, looking at this humanly, than every bit of any created/downlined realms of any form or types of existence. This universe and all of its gogalplexes of parallel 5th dimensional hyperspacial realities, is all leess than in total energy and physical size, than the very smallest particle or wave of any type or form could ever be, coming from an upline world that created it and them, and this why the system operates as it does, and Y there is only one real void infinity, but many of all of the 7 possible dimensions. I could go on forever, but time says, screw U buddy, you godda get oudahere, so in closing, just know that I still have npt slightly scratched peachfuzz off the
great iceberg that sent the Titanic to the Kanwal Avenue Palace, belonging to the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle. The friend who gave me the Masonic family lineage chart that proves who I am and that Jeasus was a half brother to me 62 generations ago, U know that I will swear in any court that he was murdered by a total jagoff named Jonathin Schau, slowly poisoned him to his death, after lodge meetings, when they’d go to eat out at a diner. Another person David Charles Roth hung with years backin the mid and late 1960’s, was a systems anaylist named Wilbur McAfee, if I am spelling his name correctly, there is a huge story to tell u-all about all of this, and yes, this is the now famous computer software virus protection writer. They would go with other dudes down to the island LBI, in NJ, where my gramps had his boys camp before the second world war. Much much 2 tell, so stay tuned. =============================================================================== Wednesday, August 02, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 48 The August Assault Strikes Me Again =============================================================================== Believe me or not, I am standing at a cicuit city car stereo repair and instal
location. I am here, as U know, because skuzbucket otammites punished me for
getting my dream back, to use your forward mortal language, while at my work
site, not side, typo from last chapter. Also, I was telling U about the 7
mannina kalpa [MK] system, working in both BC and AD calendar years, and lost it when they hacked my 5 minute reminder window from popping up. We will get to that, but first, after finishing my long blog chapter yesterday, I was brutally assalted by a large heavy muscular tall young african american dude, and all I did was walk out of the library building and mind my own business, and the dude is not only cursing at me, the F word was not spared, and he said that my pants don’t go down to my shoes, just like I just got done saying this exact crap on the chapter 47 blog, not one hour back. This total bulley jerk off violated my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL rights. When I told the lady security officer for the library, the camden county Atco,NJ branch, also an african american, as many Lamists R, nothing offensive meant, just stating facts, their Rostafarian
movement has parts and folds in it that R part of LAMIST chapters. An old record promoter from 1980 AD, was one, and screwed with me bad, and was always calling me a George Jefferson white-boy racial slur, and I never would think of doing that to any of them, my godsdamn mother raised up a gentleman, and I’m damn proud of her, a godsly woman. I will B calling the Atco branch of C.C L. to complain to ms.N.B., the manager, as I do not permit at my age, unchallenged verbal abuse by these enemies, I will stand up for my frikin’ rights, even though I was not about to ef around with that teenaged sumo-wrestler type, yesterday. Obviously, ‘they’, did not like my
long and detailed blog yesterday, nor did the evil empire and its evil ICPE
TRILOGY. F U L L R I G H T E O U S E M P I R E, yesterday, and a big HA HA HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I rode my bike on the boardwalk many times in 1970, every time I got to Central Pier, and the Callio-controlled Lamist-cult area of stronghold, large afro-ams big mean dudes, and their whole families, hanging out at the railing of the boardwalk, would curse and jeer at me, every single time that I rode by. I did nothing to these miserable bunt tapping rock chuckers, yet they were totally hellfrigginbent on making my poor frail little life just as miserable as they possibly could, and what did I ever fooookin’ do to any of them, just tell me
somebody, what did I ever do 2 any of you dooshwad runtflappers? Now to tell U that I made a little typo the other day, and told U that I killed my brother 63 centuries ago, I meant 64, as U know the 3 and the 4 are next to
each other on the keypad. Minnina-kalpas are one form of a mutually agreed upon measurement of groupings of shared bunches of interactions, on astral planes, as here physically, time is measured in the relativeness to the body in motion in space that U R on, relative to all other bodies in spaces’s motions. Astrally, time is more measured by types of agreed upon interactions of things, a more liquid type of the thing mortals think of as time. Sarah-Stacey has her 2 powerful and magical numbers, 7 and 12. Her sabbath day after 6 days to create the world, and her 7th to rest, and the famous 12 tribes of Judah, her chosen people, that endlessly broke one contract and agreement with her, after another, bible word used for contract is covenant. Since roughly one minnina-kalpa is 888 earth years in a long run comparitor averaging type of methodology, there and here, not that there is really there, nor here is really here. Don’t go there with me yet, you simply do not wanna know 2 much more on that today, friggin’ trust me!!!! Since Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, and her number 7 has numerous powerful astral realm significances, here is how the before Christ or B.C, and the after Christ, or the A.D., standing for [in the year of our lord, or anno dominay, or however it’s frikin spelled, never got better than C or D
grades in school for spelling, it is lousy. But if George Burns did not take off for spelling from little Tracey in the ‘Oh God’ movie from the late 70’s, and the hollywood spelling is no longer in his AAron dream sequence here in physicallity, don’t punish and insult me for my rotten spelling abilities, my message is what is urgent and important, don’t judge me and my blog for its stupid spelling and typos and ettosian fooook-ups, please. These are the BC and AD years in astral plane [MK], minnina-kalpas, showing U that I did this horrible murder to poor bro Able, about 6400 years ago, so sue me, SSJKK already punished the living shit ouda me!!!!!!! Did 22 MK at Dogtown Paddlebox P.S for that 1. So the 7 years of interest in both the past and the future, referenced to the approximate time of the birth of our Lord, my wonderful 62nd granddaddy, are as follows: 888 1776 2664 3552 4440 5328 and 6216, and nearly 6400 years to this day, I did, in my true beingness, commit this murder. SSJKK promised me, and this is not anywhere 2 B found in known scriptures, that because I loved Diana, her cousin, she will still punish me in Dogtown, but will not destroy the world for 7 MK back and 7MK ahead of the sending of Jesus to our world-plane, and begin the biggest game of numerous gods, that man calls ‘salvation’. She also promised me that I would live my life as Kane Abidingdio Alamhesh Rhubinstein, and die in physical form as this worldly part of my beingness, but that my dreams will B even worse than my life, and she reminded me that this is
where I truly reside and exist in my beingness, and that I’d have to B sent to Dogtown. However, she would come and get me out of there personally in 22MK. However, a game was played amongst astral authorities one long hot night, and I had just fininshed hewing down one of trillions of 3000 acre lots of huge strong thick weeds, in 130 degree heat with 20 suns beating down upon me. Cubitars are the real ASTRAL measurments of land areas, and what is considered in USA EARTH physical life to be a plot of 3 Kilo acres, is one cubitar, and we all had to do 1 cubitar every Dogtown day, a period of roughly 50 earthtime physical hours in length. Anyway, the game involved prisoners agreeing to sentences of 1 to 3 eleven MK’s, as U have the option there to split it up, U ain’t goin’ nowhere, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL will C 2 that, believe me. Anywho, you can play a sort of dice game of similar to red/black in humanworld roulette, and if it is red, your sentence doubles, if you get a black, you get the famous ‘get outa jail free card’ I managed to B quite lucky, and left Dogtown early, and I still think that my lovely teen-queen fixed the wheel, as she was there that night. She often leaves her great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, to go with her father to Krassleville, and occassionally she wonders through Dogtown, a terrible place, but she still does come here. She fixed the wheel IMHO, and got 2 take me literally, the hell ouda there. As 2 Y my hell in these down-way Earthrealm dreams, soon. I will tell U-all much more, secrets of terrible things I probable should never admit that I did, not only as me, but as many others in the great HS. But remember, the magic here, is that I am totally aware of things that I know that U R totally unaware of, and some of the secret is that everyone, all of us, we have all been everyone, we have all been in every possible and conceivable relationship with everyone, you have been everyone elses wife, husband, mother, father, son daughter, sister, brother, cousin, victim, murderer, and on and on infinitely, and the only reason that U may indeed find all this very difficult to believe and even to conceive, is that U currently have zero appreciation 2 a very simple and powerful reality:
There are so many 4-dimensional reality/dimensions in all of fifth dimensional hyperspace [HS], that numbers like 1X10 to the 1000th power, do not start to tell how many different possible worlds exist all around the one that appears to U in the illusion, that U R locked into. All I’ll end with today is this: Both David Roth and myself, were literally STOPPED, from pursuing musical careers, and we have lots of talent, you’ll just have to forgive the blatent and almost rude backslapping here, but I know I am good. I have had many many top top recarding stars and recording companies,
blatently rip off many of my songs, by changing them around just enough to keep their thievery legal. Music is wat 2 powerful a message sender, if they hate my Blogianity so much, and their constant attacks prove that beyon all shit hole shadows of any doubt, think how they quiver in their slimy sleezy boots, at the mere potential chance for me 2 ever really succeed in any musical venture. Well, unsweet Lessians, if U knew my plans, you would be eating a slightly different chocolate pudding today, with a hose going mouth-to-ass, courtesy of the Callio Cesspool and Waterworks system, look them all up and C my enemies 4 the hellish witches and trasheaters they are, go to http://www.acmua.com and enjoy puking, afterall, it’ll just go down to their own drains, so by all means, make a generous donation 2 all these lovely people. =============================================================================== Thursday, August 03, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo =============================================================================== My guru friend Ed told me about the old cartoon comic character called Joe Shmo,
the dude with the eternal black cloud hanging over his head, and there it was, everywhere he went, whatever he would do, and only he seemed to get rained on perpetually, no one else, except of course for the normal and accepted amounts of negatives that life naturally deals to us all. Anywho, my guru and I had a small falling out early inJuly over the major hacking that I get, but I blew his mind with one thing that even he was not able to chalk off as my paranoia. Look, I am paranoid, and U 2 would B if U had 2 endure what I go through every single friggin day of my pathetic miserable existance. I did not say life, as it is not life. My hell is SUB-VAMPIRIC EXISTANCE, and that’s all it is!!!!!!!!!! When he learned about what happened 2 me over the past weekend on my job site where I’m employed as a security officer, with the ‘otherwise normally friendly dog, by the name of ‘JULY’, by the way, but in hispanic language, pronounced [ who-lee-oh], which in this language means the great emporer of olden days Rome, and where our month of July comes from, as he created a new calendar. Later after his time, the Gregorian calendar was conceived of by the great Prince Gregory, and 13 months are now the 12 months, one to each represent an individual tribe of the Isrealites. 7 and 12, the great SSJKK’s 2 numbers, could have a book the size of the Britannica Encyclopedia written on them. Where can I
begin? Later I’ll tell U-all just a bit more, but 4 right now, I must tell U
this. Notice how they broke my car stereo, costing me 50 bucks to have the warrantied replacement model re-installed at Circuit City of Deptford, NJ, Electronic Department store. Then the huge rest of the weekend milituforce death siege that these hammerwads put me through, and then the horiffic huge bulley-teen slob that harassed me while doing no more than leaving this library where today I am back at. I will not allow these fisheyed Estherfools to intimidate me, as I said before, U damn turds’ll have to kill me, and guess what Doncan, America my run on U, but like U, but with slightly altered rules in the reality of the situation, I do not die and stay dead, so LOL, and I do not mean loving on line. U’ll need all the luck and then more than all the energy in this entire downlined reality which is just SSJKK’s upline thoughtwave, and with all of that, U cannot eliminate me, F U D G Y A. Here is what I started 2 tell u the other day on prior blogianity, but as I tend 2 do a lot, I get off on a tangent, and not realize until reading my printouts at home at a later part of the 4th
dimension, that I had totally forgotten to complete the main point that I was talking 2 U about. Funny how the lawtrons, just as I now begin to go on with the story, the security guard here at the library that is part of the story, and reason for another [3rd] flying to the moon week on their dirthole stock manipulated ICPE-TEK market, just walked by my place here at the computer, and I know it was a bit of intimidation, as she never on my 5 or so of my times here, walks this particular aisle along this particular wall. So after the huge black sumo teen scared me out of a years shrinkage, not growth, as I am knee high to a tad-pole, any-who, I told her what happened, and she would not do one thing, woudn’t even speak to me, what am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and livercuts? Her job is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constaples On Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead, she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all’s about in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a
question regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the
smerk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a foot of rain in the great city on humanworld planes, Atlantic City, NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right outside the friggin’ water company,their website is http://www.acmua.com. They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous Frailenger’s employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone into Robert McGuires shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact words to him were, “I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to reminiss about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the 60’s”. It was out of a movie how he treated me, demading my ID, and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to further go into at this time, but backl to my point with the library’s security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who treated me so bad, when I was the foooooin’ victim
in all of this for my 62nd grand-daddy’s sake. U know he and I can both walk on top of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting me through this
viscious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great NeptuneJupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war with me, then just bring it on ya dindong hammer blowhards!!!!!! My complaint to the library system got attention, HA HA HA. Even though they win in long run play with this horiffic siegehell, me out 50 bucks and bullied, and even beaten up a bit by a resident of Dogtown, vacationing on the Earth 4 a little while, the stock market naturally goes flying up. U know by now Mr, B. Joel, how it all works, just harass and persecute poor innocent whittle me, and up goes Dow Jones, and lose,lose,lose, for the Philadelphia Phillies ballclub, of course I no longer feel badly 4 them, they had their chance to reverse their, and my, curse, and laughed and ignored me, well, tough navy beans 4 them and mister Carl Allen. Eddie Himacane, as I have nick named my computer guru, is a
believer, after the incident with the dog, and sooner or later, more things will B witnessed, and more people also will start 2 C all this shitkapunai, they can only do this 2 a point, and oneday when they least think it ever could possibly heppen, nuclear B O O M – B O O M, and thermonuclear B A N G, they’ll all B caught, and friggin’ screwed, and I will be a multi frickin’ billionaire, as these pricks all have very very deep pockets. I errored on priblog on my 9 year cycle telling of July 12th of 1970, 1977, 1988, 1997, and 2006, I said the interaction of July 12, 1996, and that was an
ettosian not Brian/Brain attack. I meant to say the dream of July 12, 1997, and adding 7 years starting at July 12, of ’70, it would go to 79, 88, 97, and oh-six. And by the gods, it did. Speaking of the gods, the 27th is Goddess Diana Arteeus’s special number, numerologically totalling up to 9, and back on the 27th of July, during my sieges that she hates these pricks 4 causing me, all locals to the Hammonton, New Jersey area, know, that she came around me like I have never seen her do in all my 51 &2/3 years of my life as Mountainpen, forgive the typo the other day, the spell checker on my blog at my other spot on My Space.com, did that. Anyway, Diana just pasdusk, was all over me, and I was all over her, she made me happier than I ever have been on this terrible Earth, in all my many existances throughout the 4th and the 5th dimensions. Thank you Babyblond, I love you so much girl. I know U love to tease your little boy, U luscious teen queen giant beauty, when your girlfriend took me to the soda shop in the great city back when I was dreaming it was Easther Sunday of the year 2K1, you had so much fun when U figured out that I was projected so to speak as the great Robert Monroe, would put it, and did not know who or where I was, disoriented and all that, and the way that U came over and stared down at me with those unfathomably deliscious eyes of yours, and that breathtaking long bright canary yellow hair, all I knew was that I never wanted U 2 leave me and go away, and I am so sorry that I did not speak up and tell you how I felt, but
now, I do know that you were indeed aware that I was totally discombobulated and out of it, as I had fallen out of my Earth dream and was a bit disconnected from anything at that point, I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard by your friend, and when we walked a ways from where we had started, she said 2 me,”Let me stop in here a seck 2 C my friend Diana.” I will always luv U Diana, and thank you more than words can ever say for coming to me as U did on your number, the 27th. It was just as though a kid was flipping a light switch off and on over and over again, for well over a solid hour, with your beautiful multicolored streamers and ribbons racing accross the dark night skies. No one is anywhere near as beautiful as U, my lovely queen. Let the 6th dimension through this computer’s cyberspce, tell U that I cannot go on much longer here without U. Some day I know you will come to me in a human form, if I must B stuck forever in this nightmare Earth dream. My loyal Morians, thank U for putting up with my short message to my lovely lightning goddess, D.A. , as she means everything 2 me. I want 2 tell U now that the Lamist Cult or really, better said, the LAMIST ORGANIZATION, as I have actually heard it referred to as by one of them, needs be discussed a wee bit now, but first, a quick typo was made when on a prior blog I was talking about going with my mom to a hotel in AC, NJ, the great TRAYMORE HOTEL, that all locals, and most non-locals know of, a once very famous landmark, that the dummies tore down, showing how America shows her respect for its history IMHO, {in my humble opinion}, if this 90’s internet expression is still valid and in existance, but back to point, I said that SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE’s name number is 30/465, and it is. 30 is the total of letters in all of her great lovely names, and 1+2+3+4+5+6+7…30 does in fact = up to 465. This 465 when turned into numerical dating system, is April of 65, and I was not here as Mountainpen in 1865, nor will poor old Mountainpen B here, hopefully the gods, in 2065, so only the 19 or the twentieth century-65 is relavent 4 me, hence April of 1965 or 4/65, is when Sarah got the Traymore 2 do whatever needed B done @ get mom and me 2 come over 2 her street, and 2 the Trinidad Motel. The error in my blog stated 4/64 if memory is serving me over the ettos hack, the
great RR, or Reagans Revenge, which I do not dare presently go into nor admit anything about, regarding a machine that I built in the mid-’80’s, and used, many times to the detriment of a major enemy, and mister pres-37, was one, as he started all this [Earthly persecution] on me, not that I am not in eternal Hell, long before and long after, this idiot ever came onto the scene. Back 2 the lamists: The jerk off bully back on Tuesday the first of August, here at this very library branch where I now sit and peck away on little square keys, WAS A FREAKING LAMIST. So is Mayor Levy of AC, NJ, and so is Mrs. L. The prior mayor, Langford was not, but Whaelon and Ussery both were. It was this very time on the calendar, within one lousy day, back 10 frickin’ years ago, just 2 weeks after my Sarah Karge, turned 100 years of age, that my poor mom was terroristically threatened at the ‘then’ TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE. They get rid of all the things that were landmarks that I tell the world where shit happens to me at, even the Traymore, as this was what led to the most powerful incident in my entire life, my meeting the great all mighty, here in the human fleshworlds. They also in like manner, got rid of the Pathmark grocery store, in Turnersville, New Jersey. Anyway, this threat was made to my mom and me on the 2nd day of August, in 1996, just a few months after my writting the song SARAH, about my lovely queen. They did not like any part of my trying to get the song
recorded, let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister Billy Harner, the locals in my area knew him as the [human perculator], one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he called himself, would call every week and request the song to B played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know, the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major recording labels all put together, so don’t sneeze at my minimal success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day of May of 1996, and my search and quest
to locate my lovely teen queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell all of U regarding this, and I’ll get 2 it all, but first, gotta admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again. If this dude keeps messing with me, it’ll B his funeral, as I already have put 2 dudes in the big house for illegally efing with me, over the years. =============================================================================== Thursday, August 03, 2006 =============================================================================== Chapter 50 The Big Hawaii 50, and I Tried My Morians, a low hah ha, With Jokes all On Me =============================================================================== Morianity is over now, and there will not B further writings, the great SSJKK just whispered in my ear, that I am 2 tell what has been told, and I have. It is
now over. The world will not need to know any more at this point, and in fact, it currently is so dumbed down, that all of the MORIANITY BIBLE, is but a big blurr to the entire human race. There are other things I must now do, one of which is to prepare for a long and permanent trip out and away from where I currently reside, either South America or some Pacific or even Atlantic island. The main story has been told, and it is all true so help me the gods. I am no longer playing their game, their most recent one, let’s fuck with the little dick head on the computer. I will just state that the MORIANITY BIBLE has served a cosmic purpose, that the human race is unaware of at this time. Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle has given me permission to put a back cover on this book. None of the evil Lamist Culters have seen the last of me. I will dedicate the rest of time to their total and complete destruction and obliteration, and all through perfectly legal channels. My family proves that the old italian blood thicker than water is something that only italians really respect and live by. Therefore the itallian race has my total respect. They are the truly greatest race of people living on this Earth, I salute all of you. My evil family rats are lamist culters, twisted trash. When your own R against U, it no longer matters if others R 4 or against U. Interesting, is it not, the person most veheminantly against competitiveness and olympian cotests and power
challenges, is always seemingly all about 4 and against, always spouting off on that. I respond with a simple, so sue me, nobody’s perfect. I do try, and that is more than the great vast majority of those whom I know, who breeze through this life, never try anywhere as hard as I do, yet all the good life just jumps into their faces, while only loose elephant shit gets hosed into mine. 2 many people have 2 much control and power, and 2 many have been scared or paid, or threatened off, as I know how being efen threatened feels. Both 2 days ago and ten years ago, it’s no fun, it’s hell, and this is why the skumbag Lamists thrive on these tactics of intimidation. Many lamists are not Earth chaptered, U could B one and not even know that U R. As 2 anyone dumb enough 2 think for a second, that I am one bit concerned for your crummy city down there in East Jersey by the sea, you R so brutally
mistaken, it is pathetic. Mr. M, I am not after your rotten stuck up wife, and you can have my ex coke head, non-super girl friend, ms. Helen Z. She is all yours, she is a sugar daddy, as R most all women. I do not care about any of U, and plan 2 move far away from all of U sick monstrous twisted people. U can all burn in firey H E L L !!!!!!!!!!!! =============================================================================== Friday, August 25, 2006 =============================================================================== Morianity Bible The Epilogue =============================================================================== Enemies, who R they? They are any situation made up of a pure energy that is
unidentifiable by mortal man as yet in 2K6. Anything, anyone, any possible
situation, causing U or me, more harm than good, more bad and sad than happy, U get the idea, this is ‘the enemy’ and Christians can use one or a group of several names when referring to this enemy, but I say only, ‘the ENEMY’. My friends in the real estate and travel game, and one in particular, is looking into where I need to go in the world, where I can reduce the evil effects of this enemy, and B able simultaneously to live and exist on my fixed social security income. Until then, still from here, I will direct U to follow the MB after U read the epilogue, by clicking onto the second blog, called [ MORIANITY FOUNDATION ]. A child can C that has been faithfully following MORIANITY, and knows what I go through with these rotten runtslapping subskummites, , that for the past 3 weeks, these dirtballs have put my puny pathetic little fatass through a hell that would be uncontionable even for Adolph Hitler, himself, and I mean this. No human without outer influence, by his or her self, even Mr. Hitler, could ever B
this totally cruel to another whom wears the same coat of flesh as they do!!!!! This is obviously Y the stock stinking market has been getting its way, and the Phillies kept from ever getting into the wildcard. When they get close, 1,2, or 3 games back GB so to speak from winning position, the enemy POURS ON THE FRIGGIN ROCKCHUCKING PERSECUTION, AND STOPS THEM DEAD IN THEIR TRACKS EVERY SINGLE BUNTTAPPING TIME. They made yesterday, the 24th of August, a horrific hell, major chopper attacks, over my residence, following me to the Hammonton Wall Mart, U name it, they efed with me. But I am not even starting to tell what they do 2 me on weekends @ my security job post. The aerial persecution is major and constant, and many strange and spurious occurrences are the norm for me. Someone in government circles, another famous ‘promise breaking story I can endlessly tell’, reniged and would not do something promised me earlier, that they would have someone actually sit with me and C 4 themselves, the shitsapookna that I must endure at the hands of these knockpuckers. No, just leave me out in the cold to fend 4 myself, and endlessly suffer in a hell that U simply put, could never even fathom for all the pick six lotto numbers in the winning pool. Last Saturday morning on this job post around one and a half of the clock, give or take a quarter hour, I had a real honest to the gods UFO situation, and this never was witnessed by me before, not like this. Any craft flying in the air, that U don’t know who and what it is, is by definition, an unidentified flying
object, but though in the past 22 years or so give or take, I have seen some
mildly bizarre crap up in the sky, this happening could have an entire book
written about it, and if I lie, I accept full pain and penalty of perjury, an any and all punitation that this material world, and all astral worlds, both transdimensionally and interdimensionally, can ever throw at me, on top of all my hell, that exists 4 me, endlessly and forever. Most will not believe a word that I will now speak unto U. If I sat U down and said that I want 2 tell U something, but will never believe me, and U kept insisting that U will believe me, then I would say 2 U, if U do not believe me in a little thing that I say, does it not prove and verify that U will not believe the bigger thing? Then U may say, what little thing am I not believing? I then would respond, “when I tell U that U won’t believe what I say. Think about it, there is magic energy in doubting, just as magical energies exist in this short pun. In any event, out of nowhere, a loud and ver low chopper with many bright and numerously colored lights shinning around both in circles, as well as straight downward at the ground, and it hovered and circled around me making several loud and spurious passes directly over me and my car, as I work out of my car, and will, until the
boss builds us a guardhouse, which is a plan in work at present. Aniwho, rabies and germs, morians and lessians, I feel the need to state again to all of my readers, or maybe just to an empty cyberspace, that what follows next, has, nor won’t soon have, nor B able to yield an Earthly explanation. After ten minutes of fudging with me, it flew off the the north and towards the city of Hammonton. I followed it with the naked eye as long as I thought I would B able 2 do so. After 3 or 4 minutes, it appeared to stop dead in its tracks and just hover over the city area, moving back and forth east and west over slighter distances, and eventually just totally stopping dead, but shinning its lights brighter and brighter, and the colors faded a bit due to distance, but still were visible to the naked eye. I keep a tape recorder at all times, and was logging the event or so I thought I was, on a cassette tape, but it never came ot. A brand new store bought tape, recording on a new and recently cleaned with isopropal alcohol and demagnetization cassette, had wrapped up in the capstan mechanism of the tape machine, and I was talking only to myself, not friggin recording anything, later my watched gained 45 minutes over the course of an hour, and an explosion sound was heard when I started my car, but the mechanic on the following Monday, again
and as usual, could find no Earthly reason for it, nor a thing mechanically
wrong with the auto other than its being old and crying out for a good
car-christian burial. R U ready 4 the big one Mister Fred Sanford????? After 20 minutes from when the chopper flew off and stopped bothering and circling me, dead zenith above me, it became, yes BECAME, a pulsar star of the heavens, in fact the bright one that we all C pn clear nights, that if U stare at it, flashes with every color in the rainbow, and is bright and in varying luminous intensity. The star itself, which is an astral city called HYDRAGLACIA, far beyond the province of Olympia on the Astral Plane, literally came to me in the shape and sound of a military helicopter, and then within less than ½ of a human hour, traversed thousands of light years of distance, and returned to being the astral city again. All physical plane stars, are huge cities with great populations in the trillions, on astral realms, and if enough citizens decide to all with a particular piece of interaction of 5-D HS, it can, and now I know this 4 a fact. I also know with the same absolute knowledge and ferver, and total certainty, that an ETTOSIAN force is behind my not getting one person, not 1 lousy person with clout, who sees a huge lawsuit in all of this, after scanning through MB. These enemies of mine all have very deep pockets, and have committed uncontionable acts of violence, property damage, social and human
destruction, against me, an totally pathetic whittle innocent victim, as I swear to the gods that I never did anything 2 any one 2 deserve this, B real, if they had something big on me, legitimately, I would have long been sued for libel and slander, and prosecuted criminally. I’ve done nothing, I’m guilty of no more than being a victim of some atrocious low-ego emission cult activity. Art Bell, who now is retired, said on Philadelphia talk radio, the big talker 1210 Amplitude Modulation, on 1.21 megahertz, that there R bored-2-tears people especially in the Los Angelos, Cally area of the USA, that get approached by ‘someone, most likely fortune tenners, and all fortune 10 through 50 are LAMIST CULTERS, and they get shown ways of really playing evil games and hurting people, that have been targeted for their amusement and pleasure, nothing personal, to harass and persecute us. The few of us in the large population, know who indeed we R. Medical conditions that cannot be diagnosed come to U and all those around U deer to U, major constant interference with radio or TV, computer operations, anything electrical and mechanical always seems to go wrong and or act up in some way, people mess with U on the road way more than the average driver is messed with, all products U normally buy in stores get harder to get as flashmobs buy the stuff that U like up, the list goes literally on and on, but again, we of the harassed, know who we are, and we are not RANDOMIZED
JOESHMO SYNDROME CASES. The black cloud over our heads is being put there by the filthy dirty lowlife trash that are referred to in MORIANITY BIBLE by their true cult name of LAMIST. Dark Shadows refers 2 them precisely, but changes the name to LEVIATHINS, it still got the greatest soap show of all time cancelled, so who really’s got the power, huh, who love’s ya, Telly???? They threw me off of MYSPACE.COM, if I ain’t mistaken. I was told I do not seem to B there by some acquaintances, and 2-day, upon looking myself, I only get a strange pop-up screen when I put in my code and E-mail info. Gonna write to civil liberties, this will play right into my hands, once I indeed do confirm that I am not legally permitted to tell my true story when others are allowed, and I am expressing religious beliefs and telling of horrific deeds that have been done 2 me, that totally are in violation of law, my civil liberties, and constitutional rights, as a citizen born in the United States of America. I have done nothing wrong, first I am interested only in women well beyond the legal age, multiply it by 3 quite realistically, and I do not support anything subversive, antigovernment, violent, or terroristic. Taken out of contest, anybodys damn words and message can be misconstrued and misunderstood. One example is when I say on a chapter somewhere in July I believe, that if U actually knew what I did for a fact the way that I do, concerning and regarding the Lamists, you would go out and obliterate them, and u would. I have seen mob
lynchings, and 2006 is no more civilized than 1806, it is just way more
regulated, way less free, and much closer to when mister Lewis and mister Clark made the Louisiana purchase. There is no runt slapping humor here babywuv, I’m dead-ass serious. No one has any legal right to shut me up or shut me down, and I will fucking take this all the way Supreme Court before the 9 Justices, I’m not playing. U will not stop me, as I am doing no wrong, wrong is being constantly done 2 me, and I have every right to try and get it exposed 2 the world. Lamists R the 1’s that should B thrown the Christ into jail, not innocents, and poor weak frail persons like me, with no resources in the world to fight these dick in the mouths back on their level, in this very Unfair and Unlevel playing field of this land of FAKE JUSTICE, real only for the rich, right Jack McCoy ????????? So MB is now over, but my attempts to begin my MORIANITY FOUNDATION, have only just begun, Ms. Carpenter. Luv is for more than her great Sarah-Stacey, your son taught us 200 decades ago, it should B 4 all of us, as in your great city where love flows free, and no one would think of using words like orgey. Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, told me many times, there R no marriages in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, we all love all. Yet they turn around and chase me away from my beautiful lovely queen, and then your kid calls the human
pharasees a bunch of hypocrites, geesh, I guess I am not yet old enough to
understand a lot of things, I am only eternity. Well, anyway, click on MORIANITY FOUNDATION, to read my next blog, after going of course to http://www.blogger.com, and you’ll watch something grow, bigger than a forest of Redwood trees. Someday, all I need will B 1 person with power and clout who has niceness and goodness in their isness of being somewhere, instead of trumpism, reaganism, and lamistism, all 3 very wide astral highways that lead straight to regions in Dogtown , a place U do not want any part of, across the great Teck Bay, from the great city of the great Queen Sarah-Stacey. A final footnote that my guru brought 2 my attention 3 weeks ago, and must B now cleared up. He said that many people may get the idea that I am an internet perv or predator, whatever, just since I am old, and talk so much about ‘teen-queens’. I reminded him, as I now remind both my Morians and my Lessians alike, do the friggin math for the sake of the gods.
My teen queens are the women of today, the grandmothers, they were teens when your stupid calendar was treading [the sixties], get your minds out of the sewers of France, I am no perv, and am no more interested in women much under 60, than I am interested in eating loose dog shit. Cut me a break, please, and then go to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, and this is 25 August of 2K6, so remember, it is just starting. Happy Hacker reading and keep driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and watch out for ettosianism, the original STAR TREK creator, MR. G.R. knew this was real, and got it all in through the back doocalling the aliens pertaining to what I am talking about, the Talosians, happy 40th anniversary Trekkors, Trek on, rock on, and enemies beware, I will get all of U, and legally and properly, but like the swiffer mop, I will get you, get you, get u, and that is a promise that you may B forwarned of right
now. ===============================================================================
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