TWIMCIFITHIM, #30, SUBTITLED
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL------070107.372
Well fiends and friends, Morians and Lessians alike, the subtitle is because this will work as an intro for leading into the title of my next blog name, the 4th one now about 2 begin on www.blogger.com. Thus this is the 30th and final blogs in this third of my blogs.
The worm hole incident from one week ago down in East Dodge, NJUSAESMWG, in my IMHO got these bastard crap asses off of me for my first little rest bit since the ending of January. But starting 5 days after a mini-heaven, all of Dogtown broke loose and struck me like both of Diana’s parents, on Friday last, just past seven in the fooking evening. It started with a big home theatre attack. The scum bags kept cutting out the sound and crackling through it, and there is nothing wrong with it, it all has been checked out, so that I can send certified and documented evidence to both the FCC as well as the
ACLU, and CC to state attorney general’s office of New Jersey, my local Congressman, and the Board of Public Utilities. Keep fucking with me, and I will rat and tattletale on U every time, to anyone that will listen, and I’ll try even 2 those that do not want 2 listen, I have civil fucking rights incestrallites. No football tem ever won a single game just playing defensively on any field anywhere in the world. Give these fucking bastard scum dirt holes just a quarter of an inch and they will take 100 light years every time, B4 U can realize it even happens 2U. Say “jackrobinsquat” and U won’t even get it fully pronounced, and they’ve got U right by the cat tail Mizz Purr; hold the fuckerjuices out of that one, and my prick as well. They match U point 4 point and dollar 4 dollar, and then hit U with a couple of their dirty fighting boom-boom one-two punches B4 U know U took a breath of freaking air. These filth have no conscience and no shame, I have tried 2 shame them, they do not fucking shame, because entities that R lower than whale shit are totally un-shame-able. So what weapons do I have in my arsenal? Do I have armies of believing helpers in a powerful foundation? No! Do I have money or any resources at all 2 work with? No! Can I legally go out and fight perceived enemies, shooting up people and places? No! So what options R left 4 those few unfortunate persons in my position? Ratting, tattle tailing, and exposing is all the available options left 4 poor whittle me bwaby-wuv!!!!!! Notice when I exposed on an earlier blog, the full evil empire of Phillies always losing and the Dow Jones Stock Market crooked system, always being up, every single Friday, it did not happen that week, last week, not this one. Naturally since the siege on me started Friday night, my Phillies got sliced up like a watermelon found by starving island survivors. So what occurs, but 3 straight losses, and a swept up floor by the Broom club of the Phillies Haters, Incorporated. The weekend is constant furious air assault, both nights my full moon was literally wrecked and ruined, literally swallowed up with their filthy poisonous kemtrails, making me sick and forcing me to have wicked painful shits, these total bitches have caused ma many an accident in the pants, all the axes they’ve created 4 me have not been via automobile.
Eddie Himacane got totally screwed by crooked VERIZON. These scum R on my line at home constantly fucking with me, and they know that I blog and tell the world, or at least attempt 2, so they naturally R goon do all that they R able 2 interfere with it. Really, it does not require an Einsteinial mind 2C any of their motives, and the crimes that result, after all who can prove any of it, so they get away with endless major murder, and the absolute destruction of an innocent human life, mine!!!!!!!! Do not worry loyal few Morians, he realizes that they were not the only show in town, and now is with the Comcast system, last laugh on them, as they R connected with my Flyers enemies, and I get 2 slam the shit oudda them on their own network system, it is a free country, and I will speak out. I have dying declarations and utterances all over, I have several people that I keep constant current voicemail death evidence messages on their systems, so they can at least report 2 the authorities should I disappear and get murdered like my mom did as well as my best friend, Style Court Judge Roth’s cousin David Charles. These bitches R ruthless and I think they even got to McMeekan on the ACPD force. Dave was working for his cousin back in 1997, at the Bucks Cable Vision yard, off of I-95 in Bucks County, PAUSAESMWG. This post was a gun carry site, and my friend Dave was a licensed 235 Card carrier. He used to go with a partner filling ATM machines, they had 2 and 3 million dollars of cash 2 handle, and the Jersey police usually let them slide, as here, in good old Puke Nerdsey, they do not care if U die on the job, unless UR totally blue, [a police officer], not a security officer or bank money handler/guard. Go ahead and get shot, I was always worried that the enemy would shoot them, and use the money as a good reasonable excuser, should I start screaming to the authorities, as I always try 2 do, and will always go on endlessly, futile or not, you’ll all have 2 fucking do me in bitches, and I do not go down easy, I know 2 many secrets about what U term [life and death]. I admit that 4 the most part, guns should B in the hands of the cops and the military, there is one + murder per day on statistical average this year in Philadelphia, this is totally not cool. Hunters should B able 2 rent what they need 2 hunt, and those that can prove major death threats on them, a possible exception, but please, give me a break, U think I will take a job handling 2 or three million cash, and have no side iron? You’re nuts bro!!!!!! I personally know a handful of yard birds that this very minute would slice up their sweet old grannies for 5 sawbucks. People really do need 2 get real. Of course Reale got me back in 1970, when he sexually molested me, the perverted bum faggot. No U can all saw whatever U wish 2 about our overseas enemies doing cowardly things like attack with car bombs or crash planes into buildings, but in all honesty, what weapons R they expected 2 have or use for Chrissake? I do not promote terrorism or war, or greed, or any part of this new age started by a total dirt bag who happened 2B our 40th US President, us roulette players refer 2 him on occasion as Red-Red.
I think it is time to remind/expose, locals to the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, when it is in the larger half of the lunar cycle, from the first quarter lunar phase of a waxing half moon, to the second full moon phase, and then waning down into the last quarter half moon phase, as opposed to the 2 weeks of the lesser and darker moonlit skies, the night poisonous kemtrailing is vicious murderous hell 4 me. When I told about this many blogs back, the exposure of this helped 2 get it stopped, 4 a while, U know the old saying, “when the cat is away, the mice will play”. I am sick 2 fucking death of this never ending constant siege, and the only thing holding back my opposite shooting with Ed, at the NJ casinos, is his recent increase in leg pain, and also a recent move into my trailer park, yeah, we R just a couple of fucking poor pathetic trailer rats. We have been screwed, he was robbed, wrongfully accused of crimes, and the list goes on, it is his business, I will say no more. My story, I have been sexually molested in 1970 by a property rich bisexual child molester, assaulted by 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots in 1975 totally unprovoked, I think because a gorgeous young girl was extremely attracted 2 me, and they wanted her, and here I wasn’t even interested, poor whittle helpless me was just down there trying 2 cool off and take a whittle dip in the Atlantic Krassle Ocean. Then I have had a Saturn and a Breeze automobile drivers side window broken and smashed, trunk popped open, and car amps and subwoofer boxes removed, once at Friendly’s Restaurant on Roosevelt Boulevard-RT #1, in Pennsylvania across from the Ross Dress shop, she always wanted a dress shop business since her days as a little girl back in the Detroit Brewster Project, and now she is quite happy. As I pen this, a crash level private loud piss bubble airplane is scraping the roof here at Ed’s trailer while I sit here blogging away, and EXPOSING this evil astral crap. I have also been defrauded, once by a record promoter who took $600 and shoved me under a buss, threatened me with a gun to run a red light in center city, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, defrauded out of$4,000 by a tow truck driver who said we would buy a truck and start a business, and he knew the dealer and the Glendale Bank President in Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, defrauded out of 10 thousand by a contractor who conned me into purchasing a HUD home in Kramer Hill, a section of the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, a judgment on him was at least fully satisfied by my agreeing on getting half the money back, and then the gargantuan fraud, a man answers my ad where I said I want a promoter for my songs that I wrote, and cleverly he got me to pay close to 36,000 dollars, and basically it was him and his wife that was getting promoted, I admit I got some, and had stuff that I have written played all over the world, and even had a song reach #1 position on the Independent Country Charts of 1998 in the summertime. I was played on Muzak and CD Dish, and received quarterly royalty payments from BMI, a music industry royalty collection organization, about 5 years or so. But all monies gained, although one year I actually paid tax on it, was a wrung out wash cloth amount, next to the monies expended. I have jury duty on the 13th of August, and will have this page on a print out sheet, when the prosecutor or the defense attorney asks me at vwardere, whether or not I was ever a victim of any major crime, as all these incidents are legally on file in 2 county prosecutors offices, and I am not even including the great 1996 terrorist threat that was made to my mother where the man told her and scared her into literally an early grave as she never really was the same after he told her, “I am going to kill your son, and I will kill U2 if U do not get away from my truck”. She was only going 2 ask him if he wanted something from us, as he had been following us around 4 miles, turning every time we did, and it ended up at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Food store Parking Lot. Spellchecker does not give any better way 4 me to spell the word for jury selection, I spell it hence, the best way it sounds 2 me, ‘vwardere’. I am not trying to get out of anything, and will gladly serve, as this is considered an obligation and duty as a citizen. But I must tell the truth under oath when I am questioned about all the shit that has happened to me in my pathetic whittle life. I think that lots of crime has been committed against me, and these R some of the more major incidents, reported, police documented, and filed at Atlantic and Camden County Prosecutors Offices.
Now I wish tio make something as perfectly clear as the 37th President: The motive of creating the foundation called MORIANITY, has nothing 2 do with suicide Jim Jones pacts, nor R we in with weird looking inter-galactic aliens like the 1990’s crazy bull shit cult. The motive is 2 create a place, a giant multiple purpose but ‘harassment’ oriented safe hose of a sorts, where anyone, big or little in any way, can come and get protection, get heard, get help, and along these lines. Admitantly, I wish 2 take what I know 2B truth, and merge this foundation into a religious order, and let the world C that this is all true and real, and no one ever need fear death again. What has happened to me, talking humanly in forward mortal time illusion, is not a made up story, nor is it the product of a diseased mind, but if Social Security and government shrinks disagree and give me 10 sike-named diseases and some benefits, great. Working a full time job is not possible under all my persecution; it is hard enough 2 survive their rotten shit for a part time 24 hour weekly stint at work.
Now a little discourse will begin, on directionality. In a recent prior blogging text, I talk about A and B events, and direction. Does one cause the other only in one direction, or both directions, and along this line? Now let me start to open a huge can of worms that at later times, will B harped on with much greater alacrity and detail. Right at present maya minper or illusion of mortal world time, I remind U of earlier blogs, starting with my first one, the Morianity Bible. Many entries in this series of blogs and those that follow start some early discussions on a night in December of 1969. I went 2 bed, and the very next instant I am aware of definitely NOT being either asleep or awake, but in a TTH, or as I say, a THIRD THING HAPPENING. They know every keystroke, as another plane just struck, and the famous combo 1-2 punch included a super ass loud piece of junk motorbike. Anyway, I am first on a beach, the time was the early twentieth century, and I was with the most beautiful young teen aged long dark haired big brown eyed girl that I ever saw in my pathetic life. She told me that her name is Sarah Krassle. I had in my right hand, a heavy large motorcycle chain. She and I walked along the beach making light conversation and I was in total awe of her physical size and beauty, her long hair was light brown with many highlighted shades of colors that do not exist here in the waking world. Also, her hair shone as bright as 100 suns, and yet I was able to B with her and C her, and not go blind nor literally fall down consumed and evaporated. After a short time, she seemed 2 appear 4 years younger, about 10, as she was about 14 at the beginning of our interaction. I was just 15 back in human life, and about this age in the interaction on this dream-plane. She said out of the blue that she wants to have my chain, and that she needed it 4 her great city. She then proceeded to take it away from me, grabbing it out of my hand with more force than if I was trying 2 hold onto it while connected up 2 a moving freight train. Her strength is not comprehendible, nor is her physical beauty. Do not think for one rotten minper that the Mayor of Atlantic City and all his pals starting with Robert McGuire on Tennessee Avenue, do not all know about all of this, as when I told Sergeant Frank Callio the story at his Police Station back in 1997 in the springtime shortly after my miserable and frightening meeting with dude McG, he tried to act real nonchalant about it all, but I could C a look come over his face that told me all I needed. Anyway, after the great SJK took the chain, we both were instantly transported from the beaches that looked across the inlet from the beaches of Brigantine, to her shop, in the upstairs area, her bedroom. In this bedroom on the rear wall across from the entrance door, was a 3 drawer dresser and she opened the middle of these 3 drawers, and there was the chain. She smiled at me and closed the door, just starring at me with huge chocolate brown eyes with natural super thick and long eyelashes that were so gorgeous I thought I was not going 2B able 2 get another breath inhaled. She kept thanking me 4 giving me her chain, but now a word was started 2 get added, thanking me for returning ‘her’ chain. Later on, years in mortal time, I did come indeed to learn that this was stolen from her and sank on some boat down in South America. She actually is the energy that flows through the oceans of our world. Without this energy, the ocean would B dead, hence she is the life of the Ocean or really said better, she is the Atlantic Queen, the great Ocean herself, coming 2 me intentionally in a pure energy to energy interaction, my unconscious dreaming energy connected into her energy, no differently than your printer is connected into your computer, or your DVD, VCR, TVO, or stereo surround amplifier is connected through your cable television system. This is not when I mortally as me in this so-called here and now, came to know and understand with full clarity that I am directly dealing with the ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH SCYLLA GODDESS, an upline girl who is no different than me here in this down line of reality, controlled by operations and systems in the 6th dimension that curves up and over in right angles out beyond themselves over lapping all of the unfathomable numerous 5th dimensional multiverses of hyperspace, HS. Eventually, as a 5th phase being, I in this lifetime, since no matter how many times they murder me or I die from fatal strokes and heart attacks, I remain unaffected by normal release through the physical death exit, so I fully intend, 2 totally master the lawtronics of this entire system, so that I will B able then 2 get upline to Sarah Krassle’s world, and escape my hell. Nirvanic oblivion is never possible, not 4 any entity, but just to escape this life, I would sacrifice a trillion tars and entities without fucking batting a single eyelash. As the great Sarah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah has told me on many occasions, and her cousin the Earth Lightning Goddess Diana Zudlecronesia Arteemis as well, Oblivion or [NIRVANA] is only 4 those entities that do not exist. If U exist, U cannot ever hope to have oblivion, it is only forever available 4 those that do not exist. Once U exist, U always have and always will. All time is one time, and all space is one space, and out of that total zero dimensional void infinity, springs all 6th dimensional interaction, leading down into all multiverses or 5th dimensional parts of a larger 6th dimension creating it in various ways too far out 2 get into right now, I am on a schedule and must get 2 work shortly. Yes, my lovely Jupiter Scylla sent her energy from the physical planet herself, her lightning, and crossed 500 million miles of near vacuum space, to merge with our dark cold quiet still oceans, and cousin Diana and her did a lovely job of putting this world into operation, but really, it is all just a dream. Nothing physical or supposedly tangible is real, we dream it all down from an astral world, that upline Sarah is unconsciously entering into her own creation from. But in my private 1969 December interaction with my teen queen, this chain seemed 2B so very important 2 her, and so was the 4 year variance in her age, being 10 on the beach, and 14 in her shop, and her name and this 4 year variance was indelibly left in my minds’ consciousness, so it must have major significance in ways I still am working on figuring out.
www.acpd.com This website has info on Sgt. Frank Callio, and the fallen Sgt. McMeekan, his very good pal. www.acbp.com This site has great stuff, and learning about many of my ex-pals starts here, including the current Mayor, Bob Levy, the ex-Chief of the guard force. My website will soon B much better, I have much to add 2 it, more of my many copywritten songs, other audio sound bites, and much more mapping and text information is upcoming. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and get a real mind blowing. If time permitted, I would tell U so much more about the chain, and my Scylla, SSJKK, your all mighty God.
Last night I lost awareness at work and passed out just a few minpers, and crossed into astral projection, as we always do in dreams, but feeling and remembering the out and in to this, is called by man kind, [astral projection]. The great Sarah told me that a major event is around the corner 4 the world; she will not say what it is. If I admit that a machine does exist that can alter the space time continuum, and that a magic clock and a magic mirror also exists and that I have access to these 3 devices, U would laugh and call me a space cadet. A Space Cadet huh, just do not call me a Sarah Callio, I am way uglier, and she is beautiful but colder than ice cubes. Another plane is scraping over Ed’s place, at about 12 shy of eleven in the late morning.
Directionality of interaction is where I will leave off, but only opening up the subject 4 right now. When I woke out of this Sarah-chain interaction in 12/69, I got on a bus to go to school. There was a huge **************** asterisk kemtrails in the sky, dissipating, and this was years B4 I mortally was in any way part of jet vapor condensation trails. This harassment and persecution would not come to B used in the MW4 about 18 fucking years, 1987-1969, U do the fudging Copperkessle math bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! I believe the 3 jets that cris-crossed were from the astral plane, that they abducted my mind/soul/call it whatever U wish 2, took it in one of these or perhaps all 3 were all part of one super astral airship, similar to the one that I own on the astral world as Duke Rictafarius of Ricktown. Until a year ago, I thought the interaction was first, then the sky incident, and this includes what U’ve heard me discuss in 1994, my mid-life Krassle interaction. Now I totally believe that we all R abducted in these ways, and nothing can ever really B trusted, illusion/maya is all over, like maggots in a cemetery.
Brown eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our 43rd. Stay around brown eyes, some day, I will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says in the autumn, I remember it like it is happening live at this very minper. Bright haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car, I will B real friendly with my queen, U now U love your THAT BOY, screw your parents, tell them the truth that they only think that they R your parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, it is your up line thought, and someday, I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to crush every star in the skies into dead ashes. Bye-Bye brown eyes
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Blog number 29 TWIMCIFTHIM
TWIMCIFTHIM---Blog # 29---062507.670
Wooopdeedodoodledo, this elevator is riding me to some far out shit here in hyperspace, [HS]. Ed Himacane’s Verizon DSL service is promised 2B on 4v today, as of time and date shown above, he gets billed, but no WIFI INTERNET. I knew that this weekend would B beyond putrid because I came back from what U would call a vivid dream, where my mother and I had a bad argument in an apartment we had lived at back in the middle 1960’s, and I slammed a door into her head and saw her brain go right through the back of her head. Some time ago, I would find myself referring quite often to reality one two and three, or A, B, and C. I believed that basically, both the dream world and the waking world, using your forward-mortal lingo descriptions, were sort of a combined resulting factor that came 2B as a result of the third truer or higher ‘reality’. Some truth exists 2 this, but some parts of this thinking R not at all the truth, hence, rather than me attempting to pitifully describe in elaborate details what I now have come to know of all this, we simply will abridge the discussion with my saying simply this 4 now: U must C the true hyper-spatial effect on things first, B4 ever even hoping to get any of this. 4 example, biblically, the concept of Christianity cannot B mortally understood totally by anyone not able 2C that linear time is pure illusion that consciousness creates in order to sustain mortal world life as we know it 2B here on Earth In addition 2 that, we in this universe R no more than one thin slice layer of an onion with rings that would B the size of galaxies. Not any one of these universes has any greater or lesser importance than any other. All is also relative one to another; it always was this way and will B. B4 I go on with this, permit me pweeeeeze to correct a previous blogging error that I made a couple of weeks back in mortal maya. I said that only one world can come 2 exist with carbon based creatures, [homosapiens], in each of these universes in the multiverse. I told U that the reason that proves this is an in transmutable law was in the atom, and that it was a proton singularity law. I meant nucleus, not proton, no there R not only one proton atoms, sahwee, in reiteration, there is only one center or hub or [nucleus] to the atoms that make up all of what illusion sees as solid reality. This endless size dimensional reality, both above and below any relative center point, always shows that one Earth and human race only exists per universe. But getting back to Christian teachings in the bible 4 example, there is the chosen elect that [God] supposedly chooses to save from damnation, and this is done B4 the creation of the world as well as long B4 our even getting born. Can U as of yet C how looking at time in linear fashion, makes all of this so inconceivable? Now add HS knowledge, and watch all the biblical mysteries hidden in so many layers of shrouds simply freaking vanish like a morning mist in the bright summer sunlight. If 4 example 24,875,944 R chosen 2B saved from [hell & damnation], and all other carbon based entities by the process of elimination R2B lost and cast into hell, Y is this fair, when [God must by the nature of this entire equation, B totally just and fair, as the ultimate judge of the Earth, and King of Kings, even Paula, Dawn, and PK-L&O-Todd? It would not B fair and just at all, but, in the full fifth dimensionality of HS, all the lost and unchosen, get their turn 2B one of these small elected of God, the chosen 2B saved from God’s wrath. Every baby that dies in a hospital at the age of one hour, has unlimited hyperspacial alternates, some live only a minute, some live 2B 98, some will become president of the United States, the Campbell’s Soup possibilities in HS make even the contemplation of it all beyond staggering 2 the mortal mind. Another major thing that any mind has trouble fathoming, in my case 4 example, the nightmarish situation with parallel event, specifically me verses the 2 Philadelphia sports teams and the Dow Jones stocks. In cause and effect, cause being the A and effect being the B in the equation, A creates B while B does not create A, and only results from A. With parallel event, concentrically, A goes into B with the equal reality that B goes into A, hence, is my life hell and mysterious harassments all around me R getting created as a result of markets going naturally up after coming in very undervalued by the annual 7-13% gain average that has existed since the inception of the stock market? Which is it, because it freaking does indeed work both ways, and should U indeed B able 2 survive a trip through a dark energy field from a black hole into a white hole of your universes twin, as all have the reverse twin effect built into the system, U would come back 2 Earth and watch everything from the point U return there, going in reverse or backwards, and yet 2 all of them, all is totally normal, and by their standpoint, it is U that is out of whack. Speaking of the [wormhole] or the quantum foam and other agents that make up a connection field between white and black holes, again, no one on either side of the twin universe system sees the effect of the white side of the worm hole, as their reality is an ultra dense matter sucking hole in their space, and the event horizon is totally relative to the twinallity effect. But speaking of wormholes, it was 10 years ago during my huge quest and search 2 locate my Sarah Krassle here in the MW, that some one in the Lambrig Cult did indeed activate the wormhole that has been created and placed near the Casino Control Commission Building in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and again just this past weekend, yesterday on Sunday the 24th of June, they did it again. The first of the three times that the energy of this monstrous thing was misdirected, was when Sarah J. Karge burned down her hotel on Tennessee Avenue, the Boliver, back in the middle 1970’s. This is very dangerous, and I hope my ex-surfing pal, Mayor Levy, gets in contact with Steve Hawking, B4 all of freaking Atlantic City goes one day, and takes half of the Atlantic Ocean with it, redistributing these horrifically frightening energies into continental tectonic shift, 4 a second time, Atlantis being of course the first one. Go ahead, laugh, but if it was Edgar Cayce on this blog, U would not B laughing, and just because he is Edgar Cayce. He cannot help U now. The being who was dreaming he was this man is living in the far western nestern areas of the Olympian Province, in a great City by the name of Fromularshun Al Tenulboon, and has existed as the Chief Editor of the city press called the [Fromalten Times of Phase Two], and is known and has been known there in these parts of astral interaction as Barthalamas Rektamar XIII. He is well over a trillion millennia old and time is only of importance in phase two, as the astral entities there make it 2B. I must break off 4 the moment, the sun is out, the room here at Ed’s pad is 85 degrees, and this is not good 4 a lap top with no protection of fans such as R built into desk top machines, so tomorrow we will go on with a major blog, U ain’t heard puke juice yet Mister Jolson.
Now it is the next day, 062607.515, on an early Tuesday afternoon, and where am I but good old Winslow Coopers Fools Library, across from the Jersey Columbine Non Hyperspace. No giant sluts to greet me at the door, and no teenaged huge sumo wrestlers either, praise the SAR. This past weekend and Sunday was the worst elevator ride of my life off of the sixth dimension. Do not even try to grasp what I went through. It was literally like getting into the ring with both Mike Tyson, and the devil itself. I can only ask the question that I am able to survive all of this because some power far beyond what any tiny conscious mind can ever hope to really get any type of handle on. First off, Ed Himacane should have been up and good 2 go with his Verizon DSL, but here I am at the damn library, just as though it is last year all over again. The air siege on Sunday at the work site was worse than ever in my entire life here as Mountainpen, the loud shitty motor suck off cycles were also beyond anything that I ever saw B4. The Otamm-combo punches R off the scale, U know, the type of sick behavior that they use, a military and boxers battle tactic, where they get U down, or U all ready R down, and then they instantly slam U with other shit, the famous one-two punch. I was promised by state agencies such as the famous Atlanticare, who helped place me with my current part time employment, that they would come over and witness the stuff that I claim 2B occurring. Also, the same people promised that some computer learning classes would B starting, and after the very first class ended, so did the computer learning. I ask any of U out there in Cyber land, how many Jack McCoy coincidences would U believe in? None of this is anybody’s fault, and this is not coming from mortal realms nor from individual or even groups of human regular people. Let me start to surface scratch some of the truths behind what the sixth dimension is B4 going any further into any of this nightmare. The human brain is similar 2 your radio or TV set, it is receiving signal or program or even better verbally described, cosmic data from the circuitry of the spiritual system that is what really is behind all that ever does or ever could and can occur on mortal world life. It receives this transmitted reality in ways that no one can ever see. If U watch your wrist watch for 12 full hours, U will C that the hour hand does indeed make one full sweep around the arc or the circle of your watch, yet simultaneously Y must realize another reality connecting into this. You never can really C it happening, it is moving just too gradually, yet stare at it, and it does in fact change position, yet without the observer ever really being able to witness the change, it simply is at one part of the arc in one time, and yet another part of the arc at a later time. Trying in the same way, to observe either scientifically or in any philosophical way, what is happening in this process of sent realities and received realities, from this sixth dimension to the lower dimension of the fifth, or multiversal worlds of carbon based receivers, us, is sort of like trying to move into the twinallity of a universe that your atoms and very existence occupies, and move right in and B totally at home in a reverse world where the electron and the proton of atoms that make U what and who UR, R all running in a reverse charge, as the polarities of electrons and protons R in opposing polarities in the 2 twiniverse systems of each individual universe in the multiverse of 5th dimensional space that it all is existing inside of.. Now since all multiverses or 5th dimensional products or systems, R all inside a higher larger reality curving up beyond the total 5th dimension, this 6th dimension is the elevator room or the circuitry of the systems that make all of the upline-downline thoughts flow and endlessly create inside of themselves within the limits of the total 6th dimension that contains all of these 5th dimensional products. All rides off these elevators that open up into interactions, has more of a behind the scenes reality 2 it. Put as simply as I know how 2 put it, it is lots of nearly infinite sub-atomic math equations that some of which are divisible or indivisible each to themselves and in relation to all of their counterparts, and it is not really events that the 6th dimension creates in its very ultimate function that governs it in the 7th dimension called LAWTRONICS, but individual thoughts, and what really is a thought, or any process of the ‘mind’? First, the events and or interactions are made up of single individual ‘mind pieces’. These subatomic numbers or mind pieces R basically the smallest waves that emit out of zero dimensional void infinity. Lawtronics or the 7th-D directs a program to flow down and make sense, but this would take a century 2 explain both how and why, in proper detail so as to make anyone really take any of my words seriously enough 2 believe me. The illusion that living endlessly in this Hollywood Hypercube, the 6th dimension, is just like the example that I gave a minper ago with gradualization, and being unable to witness true movements, such as with the observation of an hour hand on a small time piece. Attempting 2 witness true things happening is not always ever possible. The same limitations with only seeing the changes in the location of an hour hand, is the same thing with the sixth dimensional illusion that entire interactions R awaiting us as we go 2 leave an elevator ride, and the doors close behind us. Not entire interactions R being created, it only appears this way in the maya that is filling up the hyperspaces everywhere, maya or illusion is simply a bi-product of 6th dimensional operations procedures, sort of like fall out with nuclear energy, or pollution resulting from the production of electricity using fossil fuels.
Without going further right now into this, the 6th dimension is the only thing that is real. Becoming onto this reality only serves to heighten the intensity of this reality. Sarah Krassle is behind the entire reality of all of this in our multiverse. Our entire multiverse is her upline thought, but as stated and explained in varying ways over and over, the 6th dimension is what causes her thought in her upline world when she was thinking of her teen aged days and That Boy at a seashore resort, to indeed turn into this downline multiverse, or our entire 5th dimension, our multiverse containing all of our countless individual universes, where all of our space and all of our time and all of our alternate and countless parallel universes, R but her one single upline thought. We also and I mean all humans, can think, and the 6th-D causes that simple single thought wave, also to downline into an entire multiverse where to that world, all of their time and space and alternate hyperspaces, R one instant flash upline, or one and the same thing as our upline thought that we think.
Yes Mr. AC, NJUSAESMWG Mayor, your honor, and ex body surfing and beach buddy, U guys have a very serious problem on your hand. Basically 400 feet in all directions from the old Boliver Hotel, U have a matter sucking nightmare there, causing fires to spring up, and eventually, the gods know, ATLANTIS II.
The siege on Sunday was so bad, that between the terrible interaction I had with my mother and the hell all day from the OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE, Albert Einstein was not necessary 4 me 2 figure out that something gargantuan was ongoing, and sure enough at roughly a half past 2 in the post meridian, on the famous and world renown Atlantic City boardwalk, another worm hole overload disaster indeed had struck, I felt this literally in the marrow of my bones. U know Bob, old buddy, I am the one person that not only can totally relate to your Nom and metal story, as I have my demons too, without the N in TeNNessee. Is it not interesting that both of our [out of the blue gifts from the gods only know where], my songs and your metals both half real and yet real, and U know that only I can relate 2U and your situation, especially the fact that 1980 was the magical year 4 the both of us, regarding these very strange and bizarre occurrences. . B4 I came back from witnessing this destruction 4 myself down there in East Dodge, I knew something was radically wrong. They eventually will explain it away, but Y would the homeless burn down their own shelter, pweeese gimmie a frickin break!!!!!
I have attempted to tell my life story to a disbelieving world, but one thing is 4 total sure. When this worm hoe grows bigger and stronger, and can no longer B ignored nor explained away, and they will come to me and want 2 know it all, and my blogs and website will B on the great Gore Avenue, the info highway of cyberspace. Trying to put anything together when they R fucking with U so major, is next to impossible, but I keep plugging. Wall Mart sold me 2 defective air conditioners earlier this month, and I finally got a working model. Eddie H. will eventually get his Verizon DSL up and running, but this is not the time 4 me to go on jawing at a public terminal, where literally, any one of hundreds of negative interactions’ R possible, so my blogs will not tell too much yet, but soon, look out, and as stated B4, wear a good set of diapers and then read, you may thank me for this advice, cleaning up stinky shit from your good clothes, just ain’t no fun bwaby-wuv.
A fleet of 4 or 5 military copters flew over me yesterday on Route 30 on my way back from the shore. Speaking of the shore, the casinos will be mine for the ripe picking in a week. Opposite shooting will kill the shit out of them, as they endlessly go on pouring on the death siege against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim me. The only other system is long run play, or applying this to gambling games such as roulette. No matter if U get numbers from one wheel in millions of spins at a roulette table, or from hundreds of wheels around the world, U still have at the end of a 38 million spins, roughly one million outcomes of all the 38m numbers, and although wheels are made of non thinking mass with no memories, the cosmic reality operates so that indeed they may as well have a mind and memory system. To capitalize on this and win all the time, U simply get groups of 4 or 5 numbers, and when a hit from your group comes out, it is counted. Counts are multiplied by 100 and divided by the total spins of all games in your endless one long [life-game]. Computer programs can even B written, and graphs can show U when anything is the time to play or avoid. Nothing is ever due, but things indeed do get hot, and then stay hot way more of the time than not. When U wish however to not cheat by using this guaranteed method to win at games, individual systems that R good like the BAD SYSTEM, or betting against doubletons to occur, U can also chart when one system tops out and starts a losing trend, and while another good one is starting to come alive and begin a nice winning pattern, and which wheel or dealer is involved, is meaningless, it is pure illusion. Parallel event applied to the game will win, but few including me can play just those few high odds times, such as when there is a stat for 24 blacks and 3 reds that follow after every odd and low at a particular table one day. Betting high chip value and only betting strong parallel stats, will win a player big money at roulette, and I love to cover the greens with 10%, for example if I am betting $2 or 3 black chips or $2 or 3 hundred bucks a pop, I love covering the greens or splitting them with a green quarter chip, $25. This is what I did back in 1986, and I made out well, working 4 me, no bosses, no time clocks, but the gods will not allow my happiness, and they have been persecuting the fuckerjuices out of me ever since, basically working through the UFO cult operating as a Briggbase transdimensional bunch of pure fucking evil, the bible in Christianity calls them, the spiritual wickedness in high places. The year 2007 from the start of February right up to the present, has been worsened 4 me, and the hell and siege thrust upon me is equal to having the entire elected and chosen to B saved from damnation by these game playing gods, to allow them to trade with me, the 62nd generational responsibility of our cursed family, cursed by the gods, even though the great Sarah Stacey loves me above all names and refers 2 me always on astral realms as THAT BOY.
No Honorable Bob, it was 1980 for both of us, and she was involved in crossing our paths 16 years later, when we indeed did meet, and bodysurfed together. But when I asked U about her in her human form, U gave me a look like, good bye to your life bud, it is over. Well, I will try to do my part not to ef around with the worm hole and with magnetic powers, such as I said I would in my copy written 1983 song, and hopefully, you as well will do yours.
There is so much more 2 say, but I need 2 get ouddahere. Go ahead my lovely teen queen, and hate me all that U want 2, as on the astral realm, U love your THAT BOY, and always have and will, as I am what U were thinking of upline in your world as simply, my Sarah Krassle. Together in your un consciousness, down lined into this astral world where we always have and will, share endless love and thrills, I will give U anything that U ever wish of me, my beautiful Jehovah, and I will B adding to my website shortly, your song that I call in mortal world code, LOIS FOCA, or your real and true title, LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS. You and Donna and Levy, and me, wow, what a motley crew if it takes me 2 say this myself.
Wooopdeedodoodledo, this elevator is riding me to some far out shit here in hyperspace, [HS]. Ed Himacane’s Verizon DSL service is promised 2B on 4v today, as of time and date shown above, he gets billed, but no WIFI INTERNET. I knew that this weekend would B beyond putrid because I came back from what U would call a vivid dream, where my mother and I had a bad argument in an apartment we had lived at back in the middle 1960’s, and I slammed a door into her head and saw her brain go right through the back of her head. Some time ago, I would find myself referring quite often to reality one two and three, or A, B, and C. I believed that basically, both the dream world and the waking world, using your forward-mortal lingo descriptions, were sort of a combined resulting factor that came 2B as a result of the third truer or higher ‘reality’. Some truth exists 2 this, but some parts of this thinking R not at all the truth, hence, rather than me attempting to pitifully describe in elaborate details what I now have come to know of all this, we simply will abridge the discussion with my saying simply this 4 now: U must C the true hyper-spatial effect on things first, B4 ever even hoping to get any of this. 4 example, biblically, the concept of Christianity cannot B mortally understood totally by anyone not able 2C that linear time is pure illusion that consciousness creates in order to sustain mortal world life as we know it 2B here on Earth In addition 2 that, we in this universe R no more than one thin slice layer of an onion with rings that would B the size of galaxies. Not any one of these universes has any greater or lesser importance than any other. All is also relative one to another; it always was this way and will B. B4 I go on with this, permit me pweeeeeze to correct a previous blogging error that I made a couple of weeks back in mortal maya. I said that only one world can come 2 exist with carbon based creatures, [homosapiens], in each of these universes in the multiverse. I told U that the reason that proves this is an in transmutable law was in the atom, and that it was a proton singularity law. I meant nucleus, not proton, no there R not only one proton atoms, sahwee, in reiteration, there is only one center or hub or [nucleus] to the atoms that make up all of what illusion sees as solid reality. This endless size dimensional reality, both above and below any relative center point, always shows that one Earth and human race only exists per universe. But getting back to Christian teachings in the bible 4 example, there is the chosen elect that [God] supposedly chooses to save from damnation, and this is done B4 the creation of the world as well as long B4 our even getting born. Can U as of yet C how looking at time in linear fashion, makes all of this so inconceivable? Now add HS knowledge, and watch all the biblical mysteries hidden in so many layers of shrouds simply freaking vanish like a morning mist in the bright summer sunlight. If 4 example 24,875,944 R chosen 2B saved from [hell & damnation], and all other carbon based entities by the process of elimination R2B lost and cast into hell, Y is this fair, when [God must by the nature of this entire equation, B totally just and fair, as the ultimate judge of the Earth, and King of Kings, even Paula, Dawn, and PK-L&O-Todd? It would not B fair and just at all, but, in the full fifth dimensionality of HS, all the lost and unchosen, get their turn 2B one of these small elected of God, the chosen 2B saved from God’s wrath. Every baby that dies in a hospital at the age of one hour, has unlimited hyperspacial alternates, some live only a minute, some live 2B 98, some will become president of the United States, the Campbell’s Soup possibilities in HS make even the contemplation of it all beyond staggering 2 the mortal mind. Another major thing that any mind has trouble fathoming, in my case 4 example, the nightmarish situation with parallel event, specifically me verses the 2 Philadelphia sports teams and the Dow Jones stocks. In cause and effect, cause being the A and effect being the B in the equation, A creates B while B does not create A, and only results from A. With parallel event, concentrically, A goes into B with the equal reality that B goes into A, hence, is my life hell and mysterious harassments all around me R getting created as a result of markets going naturally up after coming in very undervalued by the annual 7-13% gain average that has existed since the inception of the stock market? Which is it, because it freaking does indeed work both ways, and should U indeed B able 2 survive a trip through a dark energy field from a black hole into a white hole of your universes twin, as all have the reverse twin effect built into the system, U would come back 2 Earth and watch everything from the point U return there, going in reverse or backwards, and yet 2 all of them, all is totally normal, and by their standpoint, it is U that is out of whack. Speaking of the [wormhole] or the quantum foam and other agents that make up a connection field between white and black holes, again, no one on either side of the twin universe system sees the effect of the white side of the worm hole, as their reality is an ultra dense matter sucking hole in their space, and the event horizon is totally relative to the twinallity effect. But speaking of wormholes, it was 10 years ago during my huge quest and search 2 locate my Sarah Krassle here in the MW, that some one in the Lambrig Cult did indeed activate the wormhole that has been created and placed near the Casino Control Commission Building in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and again just this past weekend, yesterday on Sunday the 24th of June, they did it again. The first of the three times that the energy of this monstrous thing was misdirected, was when Sarah J. Karge burned down her hotel on Tennessee Avenue, the Boliver, back in the middle 1970’s. This is very dangerous, and I hope my ex-surfing pal, Mayor Levy, gets in contact with Steve Hawking, B4 all of freaking Atlantic City goes one day, and takes half of the Atlantic Ocean with it, redistributing these horrifically frightening energies into continental tectonic shift, 4 a second time, Atlantis being of course the first one. Go ahead, laugh, but if it was Edgar Cayce on this blog, U would not B laughing, and just because he is Edgar Cayce. He cannot help U now. The being who was dreaming he was this man is living in the far western nestern areas of the Olympian Province, in a great City by the name of Fromularshun Al Tenulboon, and has existed as the Chief Editor of the city press called the [Fromalten Times of Phase Two], and is known and has been known there in these parts of astral interaction as Barthalamas Rektamar XIII. He is well over a trillion millennia old and time is only of importance in phase two, as the astral entities there make it 2B. I must break off 4 the moment, the sun is out, the room here at Ed’s pad is 85 degrees, and this is not good 4 a lap top with no protection of fans such as R built into desk top machines, so tomorrow we will go on with a major blog, U ain’t heard puke juice yet Mister Jolson.
Now it is the next day, 062607.515, on an early Tuesday afternoon, and where am I but good old Winslow Coopers Fools Library, across from the Jersey Columbine Non Hyperspace. No giant sluts to greet me at the door, and no teenaged huge sumo wrestlers either, praise the SAR. This past weekend and Sunday was the worst elevator ride of my life off of the sixth dimension. Do not even try to grasp what I went through. It was literally like getting into the ring with both Mike Tyson, and the devil itself. I can only ask the question that I am able to survive all of this because some power far beyond what any tiny conscious mind can ever hope to really get any type of handle on. First off, Ed Himacane should have been up and good 2 go with his Verizon DSL, but here I am at the damn library, just as though it is last year all over again. The air siege on Sunday at the work site was worse than ever in my entire life here as Mountainpen, the loud shitty motor suck off cycles were also beyond anything that I ever saw B4. The Otamm-combo punches R off the scale, U know, the type of sick behavior that they use, a military and boxers battle tactic, where they get U down, or U all ready R down, and then they instantly slam U with other shit, the famous one-two punch. I was promised by state agencies such as the famous Atlanticare, who helped place me with my current part time employment, that they would come over and witness the stuff that I claim 2B occurring. Also, the same people promised that some computer learning classes would B starting, and after the very first class ended, so did the computer learning. I ask any of U out there in Cyber land, how many Jack McCoy coincidences would U believe in? None of this is anybody’s fault, and this is not coming from mortal realms nor from individual or even groups of human regular people. Let me start to surface scratch some of the truths behind what the sixth dimension is B4 going any further into any of this nightmare. The human brain is similar 2 your radio or TV set, it is receiving signal or program or even better verbally described, cosmic data from the circuitry of the spiritual system that is what really is behind all that ever does or ever could and can occur on mortal world life. It receives this transmitted reality in ways that no one can ever see. If U watch your wrist watch for 12 full hours, U will C that the hour hand does indeed make one full sweep around the arc or the circle of your watch, yet simultaneously Y must realize another reality connecting into this. You never can really C it happening, it is moving just too gradually, yet stare at it, and it does in fact change position, yet without the observer ever really being able to witness the change, it simply is at one part of the arc in one time, and yet another part of the arc at a later time. Trying in the same way, to observe either scientifically or in any philosophical way, what is happening in this process of sent realities and received realities, from this sixth dimension to the lower dimension of the fifth, or multiversal worlds of carbon based receivers, us, is sort of like trying to move into the twinallity of a universe that your atoms and very existence occupies, and move right in and B totally at home in a reverse world where the electron and the proton of atoms that make U what and who UR, R all running in a reverse charge, as the polarities of electrons and protons R in opposing polarities in the 2 twiniverse systems of each individual universe in the multiverse of 5th dimensional space that it all is existing inside of.. Now since all multiverses or 5th dimensional products or systems, R all inside a higher larger reality curving up beyond the total 5th dimension, this 6th dimension is the elevator room or the circuitry of the systems that make all of the upline-downline thoughts flow and endlessly create inside of themselves within the limits of the total 6th dimension that contains all of these 5th dimensional products. All rides off these elevators that open up into interactions, has more of a behind the scenes reality 2 it. Put as simply as I know how 2 put it, it is lots of nearly infinite sub-atomic math equations that some of which are divisible or indivisible each to themselves and in relation to all of their counterparts, and it is not really events that the 6th dimension creates in its very ultimate function that governs it in the 7th dimension called LAWTRONICS, but individual thoughts, and what really is a thought, or any process of the ‘mind’? First, the events and or interactions are made up of single individual ‘mind pieces’. These subatomic numbers or mind pieces R basically the smallest waves that emit out of zero dimensional void infinity. Lawtronics or the 7th-D directs a program to flow down and make sense, but this would take a century 2 explain both how and why, in proper detail so as to make anyone really take any of my words seriously enough 2 believe me. The illusion that living endlessly in this Hollywood Hypercube, the 6th dimension, is just like the example that I gave a minper ago with gradualization, and being unable to witness true movements, such as with the observation of an hour hand on a small time piece. Attempting 2 witness true things happening is not always ever possible. The same limitations with only seeing the changes in the location of an hour hand, is the same thing with the sixth dimensional illusion that entire interactions R awaiting us as we go 2 leave an elevator ride, and the doors close behind us. Not entire interactions R being created, it only appears this way in the maya that is filling up the hyperspaces everywhere, maya or illusion is simply a bi-product of 6th dimensional operations procedures, sort of like fall out with nuclear energy, or pollution resulting from the production of electricity using fossil fuels.
Without going further right now into this, the 6th dimension is the only thing that is real. Becoming onto this reality only serves to heighten the intensity of this reality. Sarah Krassle is behind the entire reality of all of this in our multiverse. Our entire multiverse is her upline thought, but as stated and explained in varying ways over and over, the 6th dimension is what causes her thought in her upline world when she was thinking of her teen aged days and That Boy at a seashore resort, to indeed turn into this downline multiverse, or our entire 5th dimension, our multiverse containing all of our countless individual universes, where all of our space and all of our time and all of our alternate and countless parallel universes, R but her one single upline thought. We also and I mean all humans, can think, and the 6th-D causes that simple single thought wave, also to downline into an entire multiverse where to that world, all of their time and space and alternate hyperspaces, R one instant flash upline, or one and the same thing as our upline thought that we think.
Yes Mr. AC, NJUSAESMWG Mayor, your honor, and ex body surfing and beach buddy, U guys have a very serious problem on your hand. Basically 400 feet in all directions from the old Boliver Hotel, U have a matter sucking nightmare there, causing fires to spring up, and eventually, the gods know, ATLANTIS II.
The siege on Sunday was so bad, that between the terrible interaction I had with my mother and the hell all day from the OTAMMIC MILITUFORCE, Albert Einstein was not necessary 4 me 2 figure out that something gargantuan was ongoing, and sure enough at roughly a half past 2 in the post meridian, on the famous and world renown Atlantic City boardwalk, another worm hole overload disaster indeed had struck, I felt this literally in the marrow of my bones. U know Bob, old buddy, I am the one person that not only can totally relate to your Nom and metal story, as I have my demons too, without the N in TeNNessee. Is it not interesting that both of our [out of the blue gifts from the gods only know where], my songs and your metals both half real and yet real, and U know that only I can relate 2U and your situation, especially the fact that 1980 was the magical year 4 the both of us, regarding these very strange and bizarre occurrences. . B4 I came back from witnessing this destruction 4 myself down there in East Dodge, I knew something was radically wrong. They eventually will explain it away, but Y would the homeless burn down their own shelter, pweeese gimmie a frickin break!!!!!
I have attempted to tell my life story to a disbelieving world, but one thing is 4 total sure. When this worm hoe grows bigger and stronger, and can no longer B ignored nor explained away, and they will come to me and want 2 know it all, and my blogs and website will B on the great Gore Avenue, the info highway of cyberspace. Trying to put anything together when they R fucking with U so major, is next to impossible, but I keep plugging. Wall Mart sold me 2 defective air conditioners earlier this month, and I finally got a working model. Eddie H. will eventually get his Verizon DSL up and running, but this is not the time 4 me to go on jawing at a public terminal, where literally, any one of hundreds of negative interactions’ R possible, so my blogs will not tell too much yet, but soon, look out, and as stated B4, wear a good set of diapers and then read, you may thank me for this advice, cleaning up stinky shit from your good clothes, just ain’t no fun bwaby-wuv.
A fleet of 4 or 5 military copters flew over me yesterday on Route 30 on my way back from the shore. Speaking of the shore, the casinos will be mine for the ripe picking in a week. Opposite shooting will kill the shit out of them, as they endlessly go on pouring on the death siege against poor whittle pathetic innocent victim me. The only other system is long run play, or applying this to gambling games such as roulette. No matter if U get numbers from one wheel in millions of spins at a roulette table, or from hundreds of wheels around the world, U still have at the end of a 38 million spins, roughly one million outcomes of all the 38m numbers, and although wheels are made of non thinking mass with no memories, the cosmic reality operates so that indeed they may as well have a mind and memory system. To capitalize on this and win all the time, U simply get groups of 4 or 5 numbers, and when a hit from your group comes out, it is counted. Counts are multiplied by 100 and divided by the total spins of all games in your endless one long [life-game]. Computer programs can even B written, and graphs can show U when anything is the time to play or avoid. Nothing is ever due, but things indeed do get hot, and then stay hot way more of the time than not. When U wish however to not cheat by using this guaranteed method to win at games, individual systems that R good like the BAD SYSTEM, or betting against doubletons to occur, U can also chart when one system tops out and starts a losing trend, and while another good one is starting to come alive and begin a nice winning pattern, and which wheel or dealer is involved, is meaningless, it is pure illusion. Parallel event applied to the game will win, but few including me can play just those few high odds times, such as when there is a stat for 24 blacks and 3 reds that follow after every odd and low at a particular table one day. Betting high chip value and only betting strong parallel stats, will win a player big money at roulette, and I love to cover the greens with 10%, for example if I am betting $2 or 3 black chips or $2 or 3 hundred bucks a pop, I love covering the greens or splitting them with a green quarter chip, $25. This is what I did back in 1986, and I made out well, working 4 me, no bosses, no time clocks, but the gods will not allow my happiness, and they have been persecuting the fuckerjuices out of me ever since, basically working through the UFO cult operating as a Briggbase transdimensional bunch of pure fucking evil, the bible in Christianity calls them, the spiritual wickedness in high places. The year 2007 from the start of February right up to the present, has been worsened 4 me, and the hell and siege thrust upon me is equal to having the entire elected and chosen to B saved from damnation by these game playing gods, to allow them to trade with me, the 62nd generational responsibility of our cursed family, cursed by the gods, even though the great Sarah Stacey loves me above all names and refers 2 me always on astral realms as THAT BOY.
No Honorable Bob, it was 1980 for both of us, and she was involved in crossing our paths 16 years later, when we indeed did meet, and bodysurfed together. But when I asked U about her in her human form, U gave me a look like, good bye to your life bud, it is over. Well, I will try to do my part not to ef around with the worm hole and with magnetic powers, such as I said I would in my copy written 1983 song, and hopefully, you as well will do yours.
There is so much more 2 say, but I need 2 get ouddahere. Go ahead my lovely teen queen, and hate me all that U want 2, as on the astral realm, U love your THAT BOY, and always have and will, as I am what U were thinking of upline in your world as simply, my Sarah Krassle. Together in your un consciousness, down lined into this astral world where we always have and will, share endless love and thrills, I will give U anything that U ever wish of me, my beautiful Jehovah, and I will B adding to my website shortly, your song that I call in mortal world code, LOIS FOCA, or your real and true title, LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS. You and Donna and Levy, and me, wow, what a motley crew if it takes me 2 say this myself.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
blog 28 TWIMCFTHM
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NEW NAME FOR SAME BLOG, AS THIS IS MORE PRONOUNCABLE
THIS IS BLOG #28 THE TIME AND DATE IS 062107.555
My last #27 blog has errors, some I will try to correct today, others on a future blog, using mortal [forward mode thinking process], will B corrected when U think it is later in some deluded reality. B4 telling a thing, I will mention that never has the shit around me been this continuously bad, not in the more than 105 semi-annums of my life as Mountainpen. Karen, U have 3 dying utterance and declarations on your voice mail. Just keep one, and remember to give the ACLU, and the WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAIGUE, my website address, and the Blogger dot com address, my site as U may know, and is on your PC favorite’s, is www.morianity-foundation.com. The MILITUFORCE has been relentless, taking me into yet another roulette systems failure, the one where while under death siege by these turd-scuzes that normally wins many chips, where I would bet the two following outside bets on unanimous or majority three groups, such as RBR, or RRR, or BRR, and RED being the bet 2B placed, I would make RED BETS two times, betting all three parameters of the 1-36 numbers, and flat betting only, and ignoring zero losses. Anyway, the system always failed when under quieter times, but finally this caved in 4 me, during the late oh-seven spring hell death siege from this evil Briggbase cult, the MILITUFORCE, again creating 3 words into one word, combining military, UFO, and force. None of U regular humans have a simpleton’s clue what is going on nor do U need 2. For those being assaulted and continuously attacked, it is an entirely different matter. Thank U Diana 4 coming around the other night 2 visit your whittle boy here in this miserable human world realm, as always, your lightning was filled with grand and glorious beauty and color and splendor, literally strikingly ravishing and gorgeous beyond comprehension. We were at your Great Forest just outside Olympia, in one of your so many lovely cabins there, and U said 2 me that UR all around me both here and in my dream. Then I thought a tree came crashing down, only it was me waking up to a loud thunder crash back on the mortal world, and sure enough, my lovely baby blond was all around me both there and here, just as U had told me precious. Last night, I remember the green printing inside Stacey’s book, somewhere in the Psalms that I wrote when I was King David so long ago. Then U gave me a phone number and told me 2 call U in human form, it had 8’s and 9’s in it, just so the world knows I make nothing up, and I called U twice. My first call was 2 tell U what the green writing said, but my second call was important, but U made me forget most of your number, so that when I returned to consciousness, I’d never B tempted 2 break the rules, and call my queen up one day. U came 2 me at Clarence Harris’s house across the street as the tall lovely long haired blond 18 year old that 4 no reason came over and waved 2 me and kept starring over at me, and again years later, in Kargetown-Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, as the Noonan girl, again real tall and long bright yellow hair, just like U ‘really’ have. U really were becoming quite a young lady, as your then Earthly father told U at Hibb’s, ‘member my queen? It was on a Friday afternoon in late July or early August back in 2K2. KI knew U were my lightning the second that I saw U, and the way that U looked at me, I was worried I’d B taken off 2 jail. Throw a rock and I’d B right there at the Constables On Patrol’s place. Police officers like Detective Fontana do not like citizens abbreviating these three words, but it is not a disrespect, COP = CONSTABLE ON PATROL, just as FUCK=FORNICATION UPON CONSENT OF KING, and Paula and Sarah and her gang did more than consent at the Trinidad motel in 1967, it was me that did not, but got gang raped anyway.
I would B lonely at this point if everyday was not filled with kemtrails, planes, choppers, motorcycles, loud music, Muzak teasing in stores, property damage, utility attacks, body attacks, and the list is like a greedy kid’s letter to Santa Claus. I got off Kirshty’s hellevator in 2007, not to lose Jenny 20 weight, but literally any hope of ever living my life as me in this sequence of dreams. No year is like this. When it all began “Resorts”, shortly after U did, at least I had a mother to fall back on when the pressure became totally unbearable and totally intolerable. Now, I cannot just walk off of a job, take a short sabbatical, hide in a closet, and lessen the torture for a small time. Not any more my fiends and foes, “nope nope nope, Jimmy Stuart Clarence”, no freaking more, ya dirty whore. Now I must face the music, and very loud music on top of that, as I told yalls about at the Hammonton Shop Rite Grocery Store, until the market’s closing bell went ding dong, and then off it went, not at money of the clock, error, sahwee, but 4:00 PM. 4 and $ are the same key on a keyboard, one is the number 4 when in the lower case mode however, my screw up.
People in top UFO clubs talk about their abductions, and I say, “bully for U’s”. My entire experience on this sick rotten diseased sin cursed evil satanic wicked planet has been one huge abduction. I live with 2 lovely giant goddesses as 2 separate astral entities, and do not want 2B here another godsforsken minper. I am getting treated like shit by everyone that I know. Everyone is taking what little money I have and all I am is a disabled poverty stricken pathetic nobody to start with. No Senator FT, [EX, from TN], I am not a split ticked or even a split ticked off democrat, but a split TICKET, sahwee, another blogging prior screw up. I am ticked off a bit that Ted Turner is slowing down my evening L&O enjoyment, replacing it with garbage next to this great show, second only to the great Perry Mason. If U run, I read in the paper that the show may stop all together, oh well, in one realm U helped me escape a wrongful murder charge and in another U remove my favorite show, I always said things balance out unless colbodots R placed in a sphere of inverted magnetic shielding, causing endless motion until the gauss energy runs eventually down and out. My blogs R all copyright by MOUNTAINPEN’S true name, and I can tell U about SKYTORCYCLES and FREEZERFANS and OPTICAL-TV, and SWIS, before it happens, jeepers, did I just wreck the space time continuum for the Trekkers and the Sci-Fi buffs? Portable air conditioners, what a joke, when in the next decade U can get a freezer-fan, © MARK MOHR. If Blogger.com does not recognize the symbol B4 my name, it is the symbol of US COPYRIGHT. A freezer like the one above a refrigerator is placed on 4 ball bearing wheels. Various models have an opening panel that adjusts in several ways on varying models, to let out small, or large or in-between amounts of the cold freezing air, and then in the front instead of a door that opens, is a fan with 2, 3, or 4 speeds, and the freezer temperature adjusts with a dial. Small and large models can B wheeled around room to room or kept in place, all neat and clean, no venting, no windows. WO, is this ass hole going to tell the whole future, or steal it? It has all been first stolen from me, and remember that I did not ask 4 any of this; I do not even belong here. I by your concept should have died B4 the sun started burning in space.
Week after week after week, every Friday, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, with Phillies going down hard and the Dow Jones stocks flying to the fucking stars, all as predicted, and all by making my life a fucking living cock sucking endless hell. At work, I get choppers and kemtrails and crash level morning planes, and I will go on writing it all up on Sora orders from Governor Corzine. I, unlike yalls, am simply abiding by and obeying the fucking laws of this great land, so screw all of U and your ugly moms and dauts!!!!!! Same thing on all my off days, at home, on the road, constant MILITUFORCE HELLSIEGE, never ever ends. I would B lonely at this point should it go away.
And the good part is now bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! Ed Himacane and I will B starting our casino counterattack very soon, and on paper, in just 2 games per week averaging a total of 80 spins, and on the 10/100 $$$$ betting level, we R fucking averaging taking home more than 1800 smacks each, so staying twice as long and playing 4 days in the week would quadruple this to more than 7 fucking grand in our pocket each every week, just by me losing my ten dollar bets and him winning his 100 dollar bets. I am more than happy at 7 grand a week and do indeed plan to legitimately file my taxes, as a loss. Hopefully Ed, will honestly file his on his gain. Think I’m fucking stupid, huh, well just ga’hed. Hay, I am legitimately losing money at the casino, and the eyes in the skies will B verifying it, eat my urinated dust. The more U harass and persecute me, down goes my life, my lick, and up goes anything betting against me or that I hate such as Flyers and stock markets. Fine, and up goes anyone betting higher amounts, against my bets, U really just cannot have your fucking cake and eat it too OTAMM, again this stands, Karen, for ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR © BOTH OF US. Told U all the Dow would go straight up a year ago, and I am always RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT all night, and day as well, in the morning light Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, “and on the night of 12 July, I saw my giant love go by, I knew we’d B apart that day, until we’d meet again at John Kings parking lot 27 years later, JK”
No Mister Hendershot from Flagstaff, U missed my clue as did the others. Mac and Less Citer know about the secret of the red X and the kemtrails, the extra line making up the tri-ex asterisk is an entirely different story. I may look like a damn jack off jack ass Adam and the other Schiff on TN Avenue, but that is where it stops. I know the wormhole is real, Thomas J child molester real or not. Some people in that city get away with murder, sexual abuse, robbery, U name it, and quit blaming it the fuck on Vegas, man, you’re all being hit with a ton of major maya. Closest clue U came to is I am on low and Eddie’ll B on high, so abbreviate the low and high dumb-dumb.
Day after day, Dow Jones goes straight up, Phillies lose string after string, and color me so non-shocked Lennie Briscoe. I knew all this a year ago, and when I got off the elevator ride leading me into the oh-seven shit, I needed not B hit with a cotton candy mass 2C where all going. 770X110%=1983, and this amount X110%=1984, and this amount X110%=1985, and do the math up through 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and tell me the Dow will not B 30-50 thousand points. Then where will my hellish reality B at these points, since I have long established the parallel of the market being up and climbing, to my life being hell and falling, literally into Christless shit? It really and honestly does not take Albert E. 2C any of this, but if U come to my blogs with the mindset all ready made up that this is all bull shit, then Y come up at all. Ask yourself Y anyone would waste this much time and give so much attention to nothing but trash and crap. Also, get 2 know some mental patients, and U will C a pattern, none of them speak in a straight and organized manner. Some do not maintain cleanliness, some have strange quakes and blinks and facial expressions, some cannot look at U or keep their hands relatively still, the list of patients’ symptoms is virtually as long winded as my blogs. I on the other hand, am well groomed, have no criminal record, am a SORA registered private security officer, and speak straight and clear, just think about it all B4U race 2 judgment that my claims cannot possibly have any validity 2 them because they sound so way out, and it just therefore is not possible that they could B true, based on this. Yet is U saw a 300 foot super tsunami coming for Atlantic City, U would believe your eyes and most likely get a heart attack B4 the wave would kill U. And what if I told U that the NSA has successfully completed, and even in the 70’s had some version, of holographic tek that could fool your senses 2 believe the tidal wave is coming, provided several of the NASA satellites R all in a proper alignment and orbital operating position? Can’t fathom this either, I’ll bet, but I will swear that under penalty of full perjury charges, I swear this 2B the entire and total truth with no omissions nor subtractions. I have had literally hundreds of holographic road attacks, and once not long ago I tested it. I knew it was not really a car, as it just was not there, and one second later out of nowhere, it was, and it appeared 2B barreling along at a high clip. I cut out and it went through me and vanished, just as I knew that it would. Do not try this if U think UR getting this experience, UR not me, remember I cannot die the way U can, and most of U want to B here, so don’t fucking do this, and I am blameless should U not heed my advice.
Optical TV is so much better than large screens and high definition, It is a small box like an old cable box, that receives the stations, and with a wireless comfortable helmet, brings stereo surround to the ears, and the visual reception directly in front of the eyes, the room is gone, there is just a crystal clear bright image 5 times that of the best 2007 regular plasma big TV screens. © MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR.
Could I tell more? PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Don’t even fucking get me going!!!!! I have not started with the 6th and the 7th dimensions, inventions of the thirties, the song out in 2029 called “The things We Can Do in 2029”, and so much more. I will tell U that when I get into the Phase 4 Club, the Lamist-Briggers, and many other related topics, wear diapers B4 reading, you may damn well B glad that U did!!!!!!!
Walt old buddy, saw U working hard over at the judges place the other day. Thank U for telling me that Callio retired back in oh-five. Some tell me the gods R punishing me 4 telling secrets. No, I am part of a family line that goes straight directly back to the tribe of Judah and to when I was King David. Now I am him as well as his own grandson. SSJKK never let me remember what she lets me remember up here in AD2007. When I said “back in the 19chips” on my prior blog, the machine mind screwed up and hacked me, I meant 2 say, when I get back into the 1986 chips, or back 2 where I was in my pro-gambling days. I could say a million things right now, but until I put an air conditioner in here, the computer may overheat with the heat of this first 2007 scummer day, so I will say SO LONG BROWN EYED GIRL KAL CALLIO AND ANTI-ECK NIRINGIN. Just because U have done things 2 me that I do not understand, thou art Scylla Goddess, mortal mans words [GOD], and I will not question thee, Shit, anybody can speak Shakespearian, this is not holy, just the way they talked back when Billy S and the King got together to translate the holy words into old English of their day, King James that is.
NEW NAME FOR SAME BLOG, AS THIS IS MORE PRONOUNCABLE
THIS IS BLOG #28 THE TIME AND DATE IS 062107.555
My last #27 blog has errors, some I will try to correct today, others on a future blog, using mortal [forward mode thinking process], will B corrected when U think it is later in some deluded reality. B4 telling a thing, I will mention that never has the shit around me been this continuously bad, not in the more than 105 semi-annums of my life as Mountainpen. Karen, U have 3 dying utterance and declarations on your voice mail. Just keep one, and remember to give the ACLU, and the WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAIGUE, my website address, and the Blogger dot com address, my site as U may know, and is on your PC favorite’s, is www.morianity-foundation.com. The MILITUFORCE has been relentless, taking me into yet another roulette systems failure, the one where while under death siege by these turd-scuzes that normally wins many chips, where I would bet the two following outside bets on unanimous or majority three groups, such as RBR, or RRR, or BRR, and RED being the bet 2B placed, I would make RED BETS two times, betting all three parameters of the 1-36 numbers, and flat betting only, and ignoring zero losses. Anyway, the system always failed when under quieter times, but finally this caved in 4 me, during the late oh-seven spring hell death siege from this evil Briggbase cult, the MILITUFORCE, again creating 3 words into one word, combining military, UFO, and force. None of U regular humans have a simpleton’s clue what is going on nor do U need 2. For those being assaulted and continuously attacked, it is an entirely different matter. Thank U Diana 4 coming around the other night 2 visit your whittle boy here in this miserable human world realm, as always, your lightning was filled with grand and glorious beauty and color and splendor, literally strikingly ravishing and gorgeous beyond comprehension. We were at your Great Forest just outside Olympia, in one of your so many lovely cabins there, and U said 2 me that UR all around me both here and in my dream. Then I thought a tree came crashing down, only it was me waking up to a loud thunder crash back on the mortal world, and sure enough, my lovely baby blond was all around me both there and here, just as U had told me precious. Last night, I remember the green printing inside Stacey’s book, somewhere in the Psalms that I wrote when I was King David so long ago. Then U gave me a phone number and told me 2 call U in human form, it had 8’s and 9’s in it, just so the world knows I make nothing up, and I called U twice. My first call was 2 tell U what the green writing said, but my second call was important, but U made me forget most of your number, so that when I returned to consciousness, I’d never B tempted 2 break the rules, and call my queen up one day. U came 2 me at Clarence Harris’s house across the street as the tall lovely long haired blond 18 year old that 4 no reason came over and waved 2 me and kept starring over at me, and again years later, in Kargetown-Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, as the Noonan girl, again real tall and long bright yellow hair, just like U ‘really’ have. U really were becoming quite a young lady, as your then Earthly father told U at Hibb’s, ‘member my queen? It was on a Friday afternoon in late July or early August back in 2K2. KI knew U were my lightning the second that I saw U, and the way that U looked at me, I was worried I’d B taken off 2 jail. Throw a rock and I’d B right there at the Constables On Patrol’s place. Police officers like Detective Fontana do not like citizens abbreviating these three words, but it is not a disrespect, COP = CONSTABLE ON PATROL, just as FUCK=FORNICATION UPON CONSENT OF KING, and Paula and Sarah and her gang did more than consent at the Trinidad motel in 1967, it was me that did not, but got gang raped anyway.
I would B lonely at this point if everyday was not filled with kemtrails, planes, choppers, motorcycles, loud music, Muzak teasing in stores, property damage, utility attacks, body attacks, and the list is like a greedy kid’s letter to Santa Claus. I got off Kirshty’s hellevator in 2007, not to lose Jenny 20 weight, but literally any hope of ever living my life as me in this sequence of dreams. No year is like this. When it all began “Resorts”, shortly after U did, at least I had a mother to fall back on when the pressure became totally unbearable and totally intolerable. Now, I cannot just walk off of a job, take a short sabbatical, hide in a closet, and lessen the torture for a small time. Not any more my fiends and foes, “nope nope nope, Jimmy Stuart Clarence”, no freaking more, ya dirty whore. Now I must face the music, and very loud music on top of that, as I told yalls about at the Hammonton Shop Rite Grocery Store, until the market’s closing bell went ding dong, and then off it went, not at money of the clock, error, sahwee, but 4:00 PM. 4 and $ are the same key on a keyboard, one is the number 4 when in the lower case mode however, my screw up.
People in top UFO clubs talk about their abductions, and I say, “bully for U’s”. My entire experience on this sick rotten diseased sin cursed evil satanic wicked planet has been one huge abduction. I live with 2 lovely giant goddesses as 2 separate astral entities, and do not want 2B here another godsforsken minper. I am getting treated like shit by everyone that I know. Everyone is taking what little money I have and all I am is a disabled poverty stricken pathetic nobody to start with. No Senator FT, [EX, from TN], I am not a split ticked or even a split ticked off democrat, but a split TICKET, sahwee, another blogging prior screw up. I am ticked off a bit that Ted Turner is slowing down my evening L&O enjoyment, replacing it with garbage next to this great show, second only to the great Perry Mason. If U run, I read in the paper that the show may stop all together, oh well, in one realm U helped me escape a wrongful murder charge and in another U remove my favorite show, I always said things balance out unless colbodots R placed in a sphere of inverted magnetic shielding, causing endless motion until the gauss energy runs eventually down and out. My blogs R all copyright by MOUNTAINPEN’S true name, and I can tell U about SKYTORCYCLES and FREEZERFANS and OPTICAL-TV, and SWIS, before it happens, jeepers, did I just wreck the space time continuum for the Trekkers and the Sci-Fi buffs? Portable air conditioners, what a joke, when in the next decade U can get a freezer-fan, © MARK MOHR. If Blogger.com does not recognize the symbol B4 my name, it is the symbol of US COPYRIGHT. A freezer like the one above a refrigerator is placed on 4 ball bearing wheels. Various models have an opening panel that adjusts in several ways on varying models, to let out small, or large or in-between amounts of the cold freezing air, and then in the front instead of a door that opens, is a fan with 2, 3, or 4 speeds, and the freezer temperature adjusts with a dial. Small and large models can B wheeled around room to room or kept in place, all neat and clean, no venting, no windows. WO, is this ass hole going to tell the whole future, or steal it? It has all been first stolen from me, and remember that I did not ask 4 any of this; I do not even belong here. I by your concept should have died B4 the sun started burning in space.
Week after week after week, every Friday, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, with Phillies going down hard and the Dow Jones stocks flying to the fucking stars, all as predicted, and all by making my life a fucking living cock sucking endless hell. At work, I get choppers and kemtrails and crash level morning planes, and I will go on writing it all up on Sora orders from Governor Corzine. I, unlike yalls, am simply abiding by and obeying the fucking laws of this great land, so screw all of U and your ugly moms and dauts!!!!!! Same thing on all my off days, at home, on the road, constant MILITUFORCE HELLSIEGE, never ever ends. I would B lonely at this point should it go away.
And the good part is now bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! Ed Himacane and I will B starting our casino counterattack very soon, and on paper, in just 2 games per week averaging a total of 80 spins, and on the 10/100 $$$$ betting level, we R fucking averaging taking home more than 1800 smacks each, so staying twice as long and playing 4 days in the week would quadruple this to more than 7 fucking grand in our pocket each every week, just by me losing my ten dollar bets and him winning his 100 dollar bets. I am more than happy at 7 grand a week and do indeed plan to legitimately file my taxes, as a loss. Hopefully Ed, will honestly file his on his gain. Think I’m fucking stupid, huh, well just ga’hed. Hay, I am legitimately losing money at the casino, and the eyes in the skies will B verifying it, eat my urinated dust. The more U harass and persecute me, down goes my life, my lick, and up goes anything betting against me or that I hate such as Flyers and stock markets. Fine, and up goes anyone betting higher amounts, against my bets, U really just cannot have your fucking cake and eat it too OTAMM, again this stands, Karen, for ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR © BOTH OF US. Told U all the Dow would go straight up a year ago, and I am always RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT all night, and day as well, in the morning light Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, “and on the night of 12 July, I saw my giant love go by, I knew we’d B apart that day, until we’d meet again at John Kings parking lot 27 years later, JK”
No Mister Hendershot from Flagstaff, U missed my clue as did the others. Mac and Less Citer know about the secret of the red X and the kemtrails, the extra line making up the tri-ex asterisk is an entirely different story. I may look like a damn jack off jack ass Adam and the other Schiff on TN Avenue, but that is where it stops. I know the wormhole is real, Thomas J child molester real or not. Some people in that city get away with murder, sexual abuse, robbery, U name it, and quit blaming it the fuck on Vegas, man, you’re all being hit with a ton of major maya. Closest clue U came to is I am on low and Eddie’ll B on high, so abbreviate the low and high dumb-dumb.
Day after day, Dow Jones goes straight up, Phillies lose string after string, and color me so non-shocked Lennie Briscoe. I knew all this a year ago, and when I got off the elevator ride leading me into the oh-seven shit, I needed not B hit with a cotton candy mass 2C where all going. 770X110%=1983, and this amount X110%=1984, and this amount X110%=1985, and do the math up through 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and tell me the Dow will not B 30-50 thousand points. Then where will my hellish reality B at these points, since I have long established the parallel of the market being up and climbing, to my life being hell and falling, literally into Christless shit? It really and honestly does not take Albert E. 2C any of this, but if U come to my blogs with the mindset all ready made up that this is all bull shit, then Y come up at all. Ask yourself Y anyone would waste this much time and give so much attention to nothing but trash and crap. Also, get 2 know some mental patients, and U will C a pattern, none of them speak in a straight and organized manner. Some do not maintain cleanliness, some have strange quakes and blinks and facial expressions, some cannot look at U or keep their hands relatively still, the list of patients’ symptoms is virtually as long winded as my blogs. I on the other hand, am well groomed, have no criminal record, am a SORA registered private security officer, and speak straight and clear, just think about it all B4U race 2 judgment that my claims cannot possibly have any validity 2 them because they sound so way out, and it just therefore is not possible that they could B true, based on this. Yet is U saw a 300 foot super tsunami coming for Atlantic City, U would believe your eyes and most likely get a heart attack B4 the wave would kill U. And what if I told U that the NSA has successfully completed, and even in the 70’s had some version, of holographic tek that could fool your senses 2 believe the tidal wave is coming, provided several of the NASA satellites R all in a proper alignment and orbital operating position? Can’t fathom this either, I’ll bet, but I will swear that under penalty of full perjury charges, I swear this 2B the entire and total truth with no omissions nor subtractions. I have had literally hundreds of holographic road attacks, and once not long ago I tested it. I knew it was not really a car, as it just was not there, and one second later out of nowhere, it was, and it appeared 2B barreling along at a high clip. I cut out and it went through me and vanished, just as I knew that it would. Do not try this if U think UR getting this experience, UR not me, remember I cannot die the way U can, and most of U want to B here, so don’t fucking do this, and I am blameless should U not heed my advice.
Optical TV is so much better than large screens and high definition, It is a small box like an old cable box, that receives the stations, and with a wireless comfortable helmet, brings stereo surround to the ears, and the visual reception directly in front of the eyes, the room is gone, there is just a crystal clear bright image 5 times that of the best 2007 regular plasma big TV screens. © MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR.
Could I tell more? PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Don’t even fucking get me going!!!!! I have not started with the 6th and the 7th dimensions, inventions of the thirties, the song out in 2029 called “The things We Can Do in 2029”, and so much more. I will tell U that when I get into the Phase 4 Club, the Lamist-Briggers, and many other related topics, wear diapers B4 reading, you may damn well B glad that U did!!!!!!!
Walt old buddy, saw U working hard over at the judges place the other day. Thank U for telling me that Callio retired back in oh-five. Some tell me the gods R punishing me 4 telling secrets. No, I am part of a family line that goes straight directly back to the tribe of Judah and to when I was King David. Now I am him as well as his own grandson. SSJKK never let me remember what she lets me remember up here in AD2007. When I said “back in the 19chips” on my prior blog, the machine mind screwed up and hacked me, I meant 2 say, when I get back into the 1986 chips, or back 2 where I was in my pro-gambling days. I could say a million things right now, but until I put an air conditioner in here, the computer may overheat with the heat of this first 2007 scummer day, so I will say SO LONG BROWN EYED GIRL KAL CALLIO AND ANTI-ECK NIRINGIN. Just because U have done things 2 me that I do not understand, thou art Scylla Goddess, mortal mans words [GOD], and I will not question thee, Shit, anybody can speak Shakespearian, this is not holy, just the way they talked back when Billy S and the King got together to translate the holy words into old English of their day, King James that is.
Friday, June 8, 2007
TWIMCFTHM -------- 060707.764 ------ BLOG # TWENTY-SEVEN
I got off the hellevator Miz Kirshty A. at another very super unpleasant stop, Mister Cement business Stewart. As much of these texts R4 the Astral Realm alone, mortals R not expected 2 break all the codes, only those that they R desirous to break, and also, R enlightened sufficiently 2 make this a realizable talent. I got off where I woke up in the year of 2007 and things 4 me have never ever been close 2 being this bad. The evil Militiforce is climbing all over me and has been all month, all year, and words R not there Donna 4 me 2 express it, yes, your soul would B in major efen distress 2!!!!!!
There is no place 2 start, and as time is illusion to me, it matters nothing to me what is out of mortal world time-order, totally without significance 2 me bwaby-wuv. My webmaster, Mister Himacane, has moved 2 where I am living, and it has not slowed down the Coast Guard and other Military enemy helicopter attacks flying at very low levels over my area, nor does it slow down the super loud shitass noisy road vehicles and blotorsuckles, the poison kemtrails R all over the place, utility attacks still R running rampant, and telephone harassment is never ending, they call and hang up endlessly or leave crazy bull shit messages. The Verizon DSL takes forever to get reinstated into a new address 4 whatever reasons, and the list of endless nightmarish shit is non fucking stop. Finally, I get off the elevator ride where big Ed has been living here 4 a week, and at least has the computer set up, and no one is driving me nuts to take them here and there, all part of course of higher [biblical spiritual wickedness in high paces] stuff, pre-planned from even B4 the world was here orbiting around at 25000 miles per day or roughly 1100 MPH. There is unlimited stuff 2 tell, it will not get told 4 many weeks, but it will by the Gods, get told. The ride that took me into 2007 is quite a trip if it takes me 2 say so myself. 2 nights ago, Ed and I and a couple of other people were all outside talking, and one huge kemtrails after another kept going over directly zenithing all of us, pure persecution, and total violation of people’s civil and human and constitutional rights. I am not dealing with a 20th or a 21st century US Military system, I know it, the Ufology buffs all know it, top clubs anyway, we all know that something gigantically huge is happening 2 this human race, and no one big enough seems to care enough to seriously look into any of it. There is no cover up of anything; I am not buying into that conspiracy idea where this is concerned. “Nope, nope, nope”, Mister Jimmy. Not a big one Mister Stewart, and forget about Clarence the angel 4 a minper, I do not buy for one single micro sucks sec that we on Earth R this big, nor that we do not want it out in the open. Logic is not there 4 believing world governments all want it covered up, C it this way, how about our enemies. If we want it covered up, and all governments know something, then enemies would bring it all out on the net today, just 2 fuck with Springsteen’s good ol’ USA. The sightings and landings have been proven 2B planet wide, so our enemies know just as much about any covered up secrets as the rest of any of us do. Iraq would use this in a heartbeat 2 wipe our imperialistic asses out of existence, so buy into that cover up by Earthmen’s nonsense, if U like, my money is on the opposite bet there bro Green, of L&O, and funny is it not, that BRO GREEN is reversed to almost mock Mayor Levy, with his phony Green Beret Hero story. Planes R one after another, the aerial siege is off all scales and dials, 2 attacks today crash level by the Coast Guard, where is the water or the rescue, it sure as sweet Jesus Moses ain’t in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG Lake. What is going on is far bigger than all the stars in the sky exploding simultaneously. What is going on is that up line above us, an entire world with its many alternate universes, has a girl in it somewhere who was thinking about her days at 16 years of age at a seashore resort, and as all thoughts do, it down lined into an entire group of separate atomic universes, all held tightly but not solidly together, in its own new 5th dimension. All 5th dimensional multiverses R here due to a thought from another one’s upline, one quick thought, and boom, and remember that once a down lined reality is created, it is protonically fixed, there is but one proton to an atom and one world to a universe. Unless more protons R in atoms, no more than one concentration of life can B in the entire 4th dimensional space-time-system, evolving into biological carbon based life from its nuclear up spring. This is Lawtronic, and is non transmutable law. The beginning of the week was when I was parked at Hammonton Shop-Rite food store, while Ed went in 4 a few groceries. It was about 3:40 in the afternoon. The stock market was 20 minutes from closing bell time. The second Ed went inside, a car went by blasting illegally loud music from his vehicle, and he parked somewhere near me, I could not C where, but the music was miserable. At precisely $ PM when the market shut, off went the loud persecution, alagazam, like fucking magic. What no one will B kind enough 2 believe is that this can B a series of coincidences 2 a point, but not constantly every day for a quarter of a century. When I tell my blog readers that I am doing serious hard time in an awful viscous evil prison, U may all B just a bit 2 quick 2 start yukking it up. Laugh all U want, every one of U will eventually get your chance 2B me and go through this, if it takes literally googolplexes of years. Think I lie, well, go to a top think tank Quantum Mechanics Professor, and ask him/her, screw me, I count 4 shit. The 6th dimension is not upline. Upline and downline R all 5th dimensional multiverses that lie in the realm of the unfathomable sixth dimension. I have told all of U the simple way to practice the [FASCITAR 6 and 10] method, to B able to have your physical body alive, as U, in this mortal world; while exploring astral realms. This can take U to some far out places, and both there, and here, is loaded with what Eckankar followers label ‘maya’ or illusion, or said better now by me, untrustworthy realities. U know nothing, and U can trust nothing. Not one organized religion will make U guarantees, they say that we need [faith], remember. Faith in what. Some power or god, or perhaps in ourselves? Faith also means hope, that what U wish 2 believe, has in fact some substance of reality 2 it, but that it may indeed not at all. Translation, all of it is subject to MAYA, illusion. The only person on this planet that can claim 2 know some absolutes is me, and if I sound whatever, 2U, sorry, it still is true. I can prove 2 a blind ignorant human race that this is all here because of the reason I claim that it is. No other thing can explain how the Dow Jones Stocks and I endlessly parallel event each other in a reverse directional mode. Not one broker would come out a year ago and say buy the Dow, it will basically go straight up to record highs, then into the 12, 13, 14 K’s and on and on and on, but I said it, and I KNEW IT. I said 20, 30 40 and 50 K, and I mean it. Just do the fucking math starting with 770 points in middle 1982, so to arrive at 1983 U simply take a Wall Mart calculator U can buy for under 10 dollars, and hit the keys X110%=. The next price U get, hit those little 6 keys again of [ X 1 1 0 % = ] not real complex, but you will C that as the twenty first century came in undervalued, it had to go up, and my life had to go to major hell. Also, when any little side effect thing relating to this parallel event thing such as Phillies being around 500 ball, the persecution picks up every time to get it to go back under and stays under, further raising the fucking stock prices. Certain mortals also on to this teck use it against me to get their way, such as dirt ball Trump. When he needs to get his way on something that could go one way or the other, I notice every time for 25 years, they pick on me and harass me, and it is done with precision clockwork regularity. Other big shit shots, not just Chump boy, R in on this, and continuously hurting and wrecking my pathetic innocent whittle life. U know U ain’t nuts after years and years and years of this shit, it does not matter if 33 quadrillion people tell me I am, they R not suffering through my hell, and they do not know. Hell is relative, just as is Einstein’s theories. Hell is not cemented in location; it is a condition-interaction. This is YI hate the guts of most church people and organized religions, as they R the meanest and harshest with me out of the bunch. People were meant 2 go on individual spiritual journeys; it never was intended as a collaboration adventure. All this shit is legend and myth. I should know, I travel continuously out of body, using your mortal concept of things, and I should know. Yes the Fascitar or the Fasitar, spell it any which way that U wish, can let U move around aware of being beyond-the-dream so to speak. Most people that master it get caught up in this cool eternal realm where they realize they all ready exist in anyway, and can re-enter into the physical at any time or place they choose, as they get more savvy, or become a [master] in these occult or hidden arts. When I left an elevator and stepped into a place where the great disco diva was working as a lab technician at what now is called Atlanticare, and then was known as the ACMC, [Atlantic City Medical Center], I never was able to re-enter into the life I was living in the same way. Somehow this elevator took me to an interactive ness where the very act of returning to where I lay asleep on the night of August 15 of 1986, caused me to come in where I for some reason, must have done either some things that I cannot fathom doing and no record of any of it exists such as not being a convicted felon on parole out of the blue 4 example, but something was indeed radically different, and in an extremely negatively exaggerated way. This has been discussed on numerous previous blogging texts. The reasons for re-entering into something this bizarre could range from a dozen Twilight Zonish things and concepts. I used the I-Ching on 3 occasions in my life, once in 1986 on this night, once in 1997, and once in either the end of 1969 or the start of 1970. No genius mind is needed to figure out that the daytime famous soap show of the times, “Dark Shadows”, gave me the idea to play with this nightmare. I said N I G H T M A R E. I meant nightmare. Babies and fools and poor whittle me, have done some dumb shit in their life, my dumb shit was messing with I Ching, and copying the great Count Prtofi. The first time sent me months into the future in a day-trance, where I saw June of 1970, and me there, on the beach, with my friend Ziggy, [Zigmund Malyska]. I could hear my own brain saying that the third day of my 26 day vacation would B pivotal, and later, it was, when 1970 in late June caught up with the I-Ching trance. Only the 3rd usage of this tool in the mid 1990’s served any real good, or did it. I was going out of my mind, in my frustrated search 2 find the great Sarah Krassle, the Lord Jehovah, whom was never lost in the first place. My blog, the ‘Morianity Bible’ tells much of the story, and definitely not all the story. James Patterson would ejaculate if I ever permitted him to write a so-called fictional story of me and all of these beach and Tennessee Avenue characters. After which time, he would die of a massive coronary thrombosis. Hay JP, if U’re ever up 4 it bud!!!!!!!!! Without going into details, I crashed into Governor Florio on the Atlantic City Expressway many years ago when he became governor of NJUSAESMWG. I speak of course not here in the waking world, but it was real. In 1984 I went to sleep and was suddenly playing a loud audio tape of the Space Shuttle; it took off and blew up. A year later, it did, as did a future governor get into a terrible crash on another major road, not far from where I rear ended Florio. No one understands dreams, realties, life and death, and maya is the culprit. Only in the 6th dimension is where it clears up, and the maya dims under the brighter REALM OF THE MIND. But when U finally know that U have been in the elevator room, nothing I can upload to the Blogger site in text words, can prepare U for the unbelievable enlightenment that will follow. All that is ever real is ride after ride, going from interaction to interaction. UR only as real as the 6th dimension creates U2B and all of your loved ones as well. No one is ever lost or found, alive or dead, or part of anything tangible and believing in anything at all tangibly, is being successfully fooled, or overcome by maya, [illusion].
Mr. Himacane was almost placed under arrest, through no fault of his own, yesterday Wednesday the 6th of June, 2K7. Attacks, near accidents, violations against him and me, R unspeakable and unconscionable and prosecutors in 3 counties as well as assistant governors and state attorney generals, R all complicit in allowing this torture to endlessly happen to an innocent American citizen. This is YI know I died and went 2 hell a long time ago, as in any ‘real’ world, it behooves me that this could ever happen to anyone. But what is dying and going to hell? It is what every blogger believes in his or her mind that it is, that is it pure and fucking simple. Just because the great Sar-ah Krassle Jehov-ah was thinking of me and her days at 16 at some upline world seashore resort, and it then downlined all of this, still does not supersede my beliefs and thoughts over any of anyone else’s. It does make me literally the center of the multiverse, or universe as perhaps we all, as alternates in HS, get our chance 2B THAT BOY, but being the center means that I can know major paralleling events that will show me ahead of time things of importance like the stock market’s direction, etc., but, this still makes me a suffering victim in all of this, not some mighty powerful entity or god. They R not stupid. They know that should I come into enough doe, this is not forgivable, U do not totally wipe out 70% of a mans adult life, and his basic childhood as well, and think that forgiveness is a possibility Mr. Campbell’s Soup. They know I would buy out 2 things if suddenly I won the power ball lottery and had 9 figure USD2 play around with. One would B an entertainment company so I could do my best to bring my message of truth to this ailing MW, and two, to get this all fully investigated, and the perpetrators eventually caught, and brought to justice. I do not care if they R the flowers from Beta Sigma 200. No, ‘they’ know that I can never B permitted 2 have any money, as I would turn it into more and more, and they know what I would then do with my fortune, and that they’d B fucking TOAST. This is not a threat blog-flaggers, THIS IS A MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE BABES!!!!!!!!!! All my promises R legal and all actions taken someday by me will all B within the framework of the laws of the land, don’t even think of trying to shut me up. Persecute me, and I will at the very least continue to blog and try to get my message out to as many as will listen and laugh, and maybe someday, the right person will say, wait a minute blowhard, this is not one bit funny, this poor dude needs some real serious help, and not sike shit. Karen S., I hope UR able 2 have a nice whittle mini-vacation. When U get back, a DYING UTTERANCE will B on your voicemail, please keep it. If U do not hear from me, go to the authorities and do what U can for me, pweeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the great F-6-10 can get any practicing mortal, into the realm of the gods and the land of the ‘dead’, a silly word. To reach the elevator room, the Krassleville River has a branch that runs towards it, but few get there, they just think that they do. I can tell by the way they write things in mortal world order. Once there, it is no longer possible, even though while alive, your conscious mind still forces linear focus, riders with awareness, write as I write, in the vein that mortals C time in an order, but we know it is not so, and no one forces our poetic license to B re-written, their way.
One of the reasons the oh seven year was so bad 4 me here on the MW, is that the media, totally BRIGGBASE controlled and owned, saw the tongue tie syndrome kick in, over and over, when things were said on TV and radio, that in any way connect anything on my blogs and website, just as I promised would happen, and did any of U out there catch the deal with the Fort Dix Terror Plot, wo, U gotta know I speak truths, or Y not just deny anything is real and jump off your local bridge head first into a nice soft rock????? Just ask yourselves, Y would this crazy mother fucker lie, what does he really honestly stand 2 gain with all this Morianity shit? I do not want money or fame, other than to create an anti-harassment organization, and things like that do take mucho bucks.
We were but 10 on Ten-nes-sea and now we R old, or at least is me, but Ex. Sen, I wish U all the luck in the world, even though I admit to basically being a split ticked democrat. UR the only entity on any realm who ever did something huge 4 me, such as when U stuck those electrodes in that young lads mouth who stole the only evidence, some cassette tapes, proving I did not commit murder in the year 2000. U never got me mixed up with a horrific criminal from Rising Sun Avenue, in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, by the name of Jonathan Schau.
I never claim to B some know it all, just a sad little shit with a nightmarish story to tell, to a sick ugly evil sin cursed world that just will not listen nor pity me, nor give me the smallest benefit of the doubt that this all just might B real and true, and happening around me, just as I claim that it is.
The 6th dimension is mind, and the 7th is the circuitry of the system, the mechanical parts to it so to speak, and when U dream or go through life, it all must begin at and in these phases, and sort of filter down into what scientists see as the space time continuum. To reach the 6th dimension while physically alive and in body, biblically speaking “present in the body and absent from the Sar”, U first must come 2C that bibles talk on mortal world levels and thereby cannot reveal the truth to mortals absolutely, that U first simply exist at void infinity, then dream out and away into phase #2 or the Astral being ness, and then further dream downs occur onto the mortal realms all along virtually unlimited times and places in the great 5th dimension, or HS, HYPERSPACE. Maya or illusion, in each mortal “lifetime” U occupy in HS, sees the astral as some sort of afterlife, and until U reverse this and C truth in the reversed immortal reality that it in fact is, the 6th dimension could no more B reached nor understood than could trigonometry by a 2 year old fish. The biggest secret of all is that U do not have to ever do one damn thing, as the knowing of what is going on, is entering the 6th dimension, as now U no longer receive thought and robotically accept maya. Now, concentrically, U can properly and much more efficiently interact with thought. U will fall asleep at night in no time at this point, within 1 and 10 years tops, and just find yourself in the sixth dimension, forever, where U always have been and will B, wandering around, interaction and ride, to interaction and ride. By my mortal memory while back here in my Earth world dream, an entity that I in my perceived memory, is a nice lady of late thirty or starting forties in age with mildly red hair of shoulder length, talked 2 me 4 a while, stating that she has been “wandering around in here endlessly”. She, and yes me, and all of U, we all R endlessly existing in the 6th dimension. This is now another date, Ed as previously mentioned will not have his Verizon DSL up and running for uploading my text-blogs to the Blogger site, for at least another full week, so I am back at enemy territory at the Library across from the school that is more satanic and evil and violent than the famous Columbine High, being of course our own area’s famous Winslow High, here in Camden County, NJUSAESMWG. This is where close 2 a year back, the huge teen aged African American teen male sumo wrestler practically assaulted me without any freaking provocation, and verbally abused me and assaulted me, and the library guard, also A.A. in race, whether this factored in or not I do not make that judgment call, but she did nothing, and would not properly and adequately do her job. A giant A.A. female was standing outside as I walked in, at least 6’4” in height, beefy and husky, probably able to bench press 600 pounds without breaking a damn sweat. Over the past days and weeks the giant huge and tall pussies R on a tremendous ridiculous roll again. As stated many times, this is done as an intimidation since Paula and Sarah and her filthy gang, raped me at the Trinidad, and is it not fascinating that the island of TRINIDAD also plays a part in recent terror plots, as do all the areas that I have been blogging about and referring 2 for a year and more. Seems my Buena, NJUSAESMWG life as a paramedic that I discuss on my website on the part regarding where I astrally live at the RICKTOWN MANOR, type in or level five programming speak into your PC microphone, www.morianity-foundation.com and read about all of it. Remember that the night B4 Iraq invaded Kuwait around 89 or 90, memories of unpleasant shit gets intentionally fuzzy, I tell the story in early MORIANITY BIBLE blogging texts; of how the very next day after I had left D.S. DESTRUCT TAPES on the Atlantic City boardwalk, it happened. I left these tapes, 3 or 4 cassettes, on benches along the AC boards between the area of the Showboat and Taj Casino’s. These destruct tapes were me on the phone, a fake conversation, usually with altered voice for my co-arguer, sometimes just left out and blank all together, but the kicker that made the stuff that I would say on the [A] side of the tapes, was the incredible [B] side of these tapes. This normally was stuff that no one could have normally had, audio demos and major things that helped to back up claims that I made of a far out nature, such as now in my blogs, so the 2 tape sides would sort of compliment each other to more powerfully to some degree, authenticate things I was saying, at least this is what I hoped and believed was a possibility.
Now, I said that things would change, without ending the blog called, 4 short and in abbreviation, TWIMCFTHM, we now R all going to stop this silly space time continuum nonsense, and enter into the truth of the S I X T H D I M E N S I O N. Good-bye to the old and welcome to the new, rapies and germiblows. First B4 I go on, happy retirement Frank Callio, hope your golden years go a lot better than the last million for me have. Morianity Bible began in 1995, and ten years later, U turned in your shield, www.acpd.com. Now we enter D-6.
I exited an elevator and found myself talking to a maintenance man named Walt, one of your buddies Mayor Bob Levy, and Retired Sergeant Frank Callio. Hope U had a nice time at the fallen officer viewing last Saturday, or at least as nice as can B under such circumstances. He and I talked a lot and I learned a few things, such as your 1995 retirement from the force Sarge. Wonder if I now will C the license plate THESARG, when leaving this library and driving back home with Eddie Himacane. A man was talking 2 me and telling me that he enjoyed working in the cement business, his precise words. I walked off the elevator and he vanished along with the elevator, and the room that the 16 ride-boxes R in. After Walt and I were done talking, he told me that he knew secrets about me and my magic mirror. I do indeed have a magic mirror. When I get a person 2 look in it, the real person is reflected back 4 me 2C, he may B smiling and nice outwardly, but if he or she is thinking negative thoughts or planning to injure me in some way, an ugly reflection of them appears 2 me in the mirror, they C what they C, but IC the true picture so 2 speak. I told him that it is in Ed’s apartment and he could throw it out with the trash as Ed had moved out hours ago, and that I was merely back there 2 check his mailbox and get any residual mail that he may have. The following morning I got off an elevator where many things were strikingly different, and I learned beyond any doubt that the enemy wants me to know and believe that I am being persecuted, and that I’ll never ever B able 2 prove my plight to a soul, nor ever get it stopped. When those near me try 2 explain things away to relax me and alleviate my paranoia and fears, they want me not 2B relieved, but miserable and scared and up tight forever instead. They know every possible way of making me miserable and live as much 2 do this, as the scum bag Dogface Donald lives 2 make endless money and capital. The gods R all totally bored 2 tears, and play endless games 2 keep from going ballistically crazier than shit. Even mans greatest thing, sex, is not sufficient to properly endlessly distract an entity that is totally and absolutely aware that they simply exist and time does not, they in fact therefore never really started existing, nor R they ever able 2 stop existing.
Finally, I got off an elevator where Ed and I now R practicing for our opposite shooting casino attack that will begin this very month at the shore, ACNJUSAESMWG. The higher the Dow, the more the Phillies fuck up, and the more U skuzzy incestrallites keep persecuting me with endless shit, the more ten dollar bets I will lose at the table, and thereby the more 300 dollar bets that Himmy will win at the table. U do not believe me now, but You will all B so sorry when I get back into the 19chips, get a beauty queen girlfriend, or 2 or 3, and start 2 live like a fucking king, your whole damn crooked economy’ll go to fucking total SHIT. BY-BYE lighthouse girl with the ling long hair. Where’s Sarah, the race horse, just another koinkedink huh, back in those wonderful days when I began my search and quest 2 find U great Sar, great all mighty Lord Jehovah, I will always love thee. No, not bye-bye to the blog text number electricity [27], just a quick mention of my great lovely teen queen, even though she and her friends scared the hell out of me at 12 or 13 and used my own cousin to accomplish this brutal and viscous rape. Y was all this a reality? Y did the Middle East care so much about the great Sarah and me? Very very Columbine Law and Order Semple, Mister Henry!!!!!!!! Abraham did not trust SSJKK to bring his Earthly wife Suri a son, and this led to things far beyond the time and energy available today 4 me 2 blog. Sarah-Stacey Scylla Krassle, my big teen queen, big J brown eyed girl, told Aby Baby to rename his wife after her, SAR, and she became SARAH. Hagar was the Egyptian girl slave of Suri and Abe, who due to no one ever believing in things that R the tiniest bit out of normal human belief ranges, went into the love tent with Abe and she became the Mother of all of the troubles over there today, people do not believe in things, and U may say, so fucking what? I say 2 the contrary, it can sometimes cost U a price that millennia of time must pay for with their damn blood. Humans have a very narrow belief range. Edgar Cayce was believed in, a few R, but most rear true honest mystic or endowed master types, such as high Earthly degreed Eckists, [C] Eckankar, will go unrecognized in the worlds of the obscure. That bothers me in the least, I only want to get what is being done 2 me exposed, stopped, and punished. Anyone doubting the rationality of a person who would say this, my response is, GO TO DOGTOWN. C MY WEBSITE AND CLICK ON Dogtown, and then tell me if that is where U would ever wish 2 share interaction in.
I got off an elevator on Easter Sunday in 2000 on this Earth and part of HS, on the 15th day of March if memory serves me properly. One of lightning’s best friends Hijika Rooanne, and she has 5 other names, one a secret SDK City Name, found me wandering around a park near a beach on the Krassle Atlantic River, and she was carrying a large blue and yellow striped gorgeous surfboard. I also had a board and was not using it, since I was busy exploring a deep cavernous type of stream with beautiful vegetation and dense forests all around as it wound and sank deeper into the woust direction of the Astral Realms. She used the excuse that she saw me picking up my board, and wanted 2 teach me the proper way 2 carry a board. It was all a big rouse just 2 get me 2 go with her miles down a road that resembles here on the mortal worlds a place in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, called Route #1, or the famous to this area, Roosevelt Boulevard. Eventually, we entered a soda shop, she told me that she just wanted 2 stop in for a minper 2C a very good friend of hers, and then we both proceeded to walk into Murray’s Soda Shop, on Ondaoxten Road. About 2 minpers went by after she got talking to a long haired very tall blond with almost line eyes, long and thinner than any oriental eye on the mortal world would ever B. The blond suddenly walked directly over 2 me and stared at me, and it was Lightning goddess Diana Z. Arteemis. I was unable 2 remember in my projected-ness who I really was, and who she really was, not that anything in really real anyway. She stared at me and I stood looking up at her frozen, but madly in love, and I kiddingly tell my Lightning all the time at the great RM in Province Olympia that it was like falling in love with her all over again.
Since I have blogged out the information about the 16 elevators and elevator room or the 6th dimension, I have met many people, and have spoken in some length with them, in the 6th dimension. There is much more to say, but the evil empire has been warned, and now I tell thee all truly this fact, U will C a huge abundance of war and crime and violence, pestilence, earthquakes, twisters, volcanoes, hurricanes, tidal waves, wild fires, droughts, plane and chopper crashes, and U have really asked 4 it, and nothing that I do, is from this natural world, where currently all of your laws bind and stop me, so get ready to fucking cook, and U cannot do squat. N O T S Q U A T.
I got off the hellevator Miz Kirshty A. at another very super unpleasant stop, Mister Cement business Stewart. As much of these texts R4 the Astral Realm alone, mortals R not expected 2 break all the codes, only those that they R desirous to break, and also, R enlightened sufficiently 2 make this a realizable talent. I got off where I woke up in the year of 2007 and things 4 me have never ever been close 2 being this bad. The evil Militiforce is climbing all over me and has been all month, all year, and words R not there Donna 4 me 2 express it, yes, your soul would B in major efen distress 2!!!!!!
There is no place 2 start, and as time is illusion to me, it matters nothing to me what is out of mortal world time-order, totally without significance 2 me bwaby-wuv. My webmaster, Mister Himacane, has moved 2 where I am living, and it has not slowed down the Coast Guard and other Military enemy helicopter attacks flying at very low levels over my area, nor does it slow down the super loud shitass noisy road vehicles and blotorsuckles, the poison kemtrails R all over the place, utility attacks still R running rampant, and telephone harassment is never ending, they call and hang up endlessly or leave crazy bull shit messages. The Verizon DSL takes forever to get reinstated into a new address 4 whatever reasons, and the list of endless nightmarish shit is non fucking stop. Finally, I get off the elevator ride where big Ed has been living here 4 a week, and at least has the computer set up, and no one is driving me nuts to take them here and there, all part of course of higher [biblical spiritual wickedness in high paces] stuff, pre-planned from even B4 the world was here orbiting around at 25000 miles per day or roughly 1100 MPH. There is unlimited stuff 2 tell, it will not get told 4 many weeks, but it will by the Gods, get told. The ride that took me into 2007 is quite a trip if it takes me 2 say so myself. 2 nights ago, Ed and I and a couple of other people were all outside talking, and one huge kemtrails after another kept going over directly zenithing all of us, pure persecution, and total violation of people’s civil and human and constitutional rights. I am not dealing with a 20th or a 21st century US Military system, I know it, the Ufology buffs all know it, top clubs anyway, we all know that something gigantically huge is happening 2 this human race, and no one big enough seems to care enough to seriously look into any of it. There is no cover up of anything; I am not buying into that conspiracy idea where this is concerned. “Nope, nope, nope”, Mister Jimmy. Not a big one Mister Stewart, and forget about Clarence the angel 4 a minper, I do not buy for one single micro sucks sec that we on Earth R this big, nor that we do not want it out in the open. Logic is not there 4 believing world governments all want it covered up, C it this way, how about our enemies. If we want it covered up, and all governments know something, then enemies would bring it all out on the net today, just 2 fuck with Springsteen’s good ol’ USA. The sightings and landings have been proven 2B planet wide, so our enemies know just as much about any covered up secrets as the rest of any of us do. Iraq would use this in a heartbeat 2 wipe our imperialistic asses out of existence, so buy into that cover up by Earthmen’s nonsense, if U like, my money is on the opposite bet there bro Green, of L&O, and funny is it not, that BRO GREEN is reversed to almost mock Mayor Levy, with his phony Green Beret Hero story. Planes R one after another, the aerial siege is off all scales and dials, 2 attacks today crash level by the Coast Guard, where is the water or the rescue, it sure as sweet Jesus Moses ain’t in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG Lake. What is going on is far bigger than all the stars in the sky exploding simultaneously. What is going on is that up line above us, an entire world with its many alternate universes, has a girl in it somewhere who was thinking about her days at 16 years of age at a seashore resort, and as all thoughts do, it down lined into an entire group of separate atomic universes, all held tightly but not solidly together, in its own new 5th dimension. All 5th dimensional multiverses R here due to a thought from another one’s upline, one quick thought, and boom, and remember that once a down lined reality is created, it is protonically fixed, there is but one proton to an atom and one world to a universe. Unless more protons R in atoms, no more than one concentration of life can B in the entire 4th dimensional space-time-system, evolving into biological carbon based life from its nuclear up spring. This is Lawtronic, and is non transmutable law. The beginning of the week was when I was parked at Hammonton Shop-Rite food store, while Ed went in 4 a few groceries. It was about 3:40 in the afternoon. The stock market was 20 minutes from closing bell time. The second Ed went inside, a car went by blasting illegally loud music from his vehicle, and he parked somewhere near me, I could not C where, but the music was miserable. At precisely $ PM when the market shut, off went the loud persecution, alagazam, like fucking magic. What no one will B kind enough 2 believe is that this can B a series of coincidences 2 a point, but not constantly every day for a quarter of a century. When I tell my blog readers that I am doing serious hard time in an awful viscous evil prison, U may all B just a bit 2 quick 2 start yukking it up. Laugh all U want, every one of U will eventually get your chance 2B me and go through this, if it takes literally googolplexes of years. Think I lie, well, go to a top think tank Quantum Mechanics Professor, and ask him/her, screw me, I count 4 shit. The 6th dimension is not upline. Upline and downline R all 5th dimensional multiverses that lie in the realm of the unfathomable sixth dimension. I have told all of U the simple way to practice the [FASCITAR 6 and 10] method, to B able to have your physical body alive, as U, in this mortal world; while exploring astral realms. This can take U to some far out places, and both there, and here, is loaded with what Eckankar followers label ‘maya’ or illusion, or said better now by me, untrustworthy realities. U know nothing, and U can trust nothing. Not one organized religion will make U guarantees, they say that we need [faith], remember. Faith in what. Some power or god, or perhaps in ourselves? Faith also means hope, that what U wish 2 believe, has in fact some substance of reality 2 it, but that it may indeed not at all. Translation, all of it is subject to MAYA, illusion. The only person on this planet that can claim 2 know some absolutes is me, and if I sound whatever, 2U, sorry, it still is true. I can prove 2 a blind ignorant human race that this is all here because of the reason I claim that it is. No other thing can explain how the Dow Jones Stocks and I endlessly parallel event each other in a reverse directional mode. Not one broker would come out a year ago and say buy the Dow, it will basically go straight up to record highs, then into the 12, 13, 14 K’s and on and on and on, but I said it, and I KNEW IT. I said 20, 30 40 and 50 K, and I mean it. Just do the fucking math starting with 770 points in middle 1982, so to arrive at 1983 U simply take a Wall Mart calculator U can buy for under 10 dollars, and hit the keys X110%=. The next price U get, hit those little 6 keys again of [ X 1 1 0 % = ] not real complex, but you will C that as the twenty first century came in undervalued, it had to go up, and my life had to go to major hell. Also, when any little side effect thing relating to this parallel event thing such as Phillies being around 500 ball, the persecution picks up every time to get it to go back under and stays under, further raising the fucking stock prices. Certain mortals also on to this teck use it against me to get their way, such as dirt ball Trump. When he needs to get his way on something that could go one way or the other, I notice every time for 25 years, they pick on me and harass me, and it is done with precision clockwork regularity. Other big shit shots, not just Chump boy, R in on this, and continuously hurting and wrecking my pathetic innocent whittle life. U know U ain’t nuts after years and years and years of this shit, it does not matter if 33 quadrillion people tell me I am, they R not suffering through my hell, and they do not know. Hell is relative, just as is Einstein’s theories. Hell is not cemented in location; it is a condition-interaction. This is YI hate the guts of most church people and organized religions, as they R the meanest and harshest with me out of the bunch. People were meant 2 go on individual spiritual journeys; it never was intended as a collaboration adventure. All this shit is legend and myth. I should know, I travel continuously out of body, using your mortal concept of things, and I should know. Yes the Fascitar or the Fasitar, spell it any which way that U wish, can let U move around aware of being beyond-the-dream so to speak. Most people that master it get caught up in this cool eternal realm where they realize they all ready exist in anyway, and can re-enter into the physical at any time or place they choose, as they get more savvy, or become a [master] in these occult or hidden arts. When I left an elevator and stepped into a place where the great disco diva was working as a lab technician at what now is called Atlanticare, and then was known as the ACMC, [Atlantic City Medical Center], I never was able to re-enter into the life I was living in the same way. Somehow this elevator took me to an interactive ness where the very act of returning to where I lay asleep on the night of August 15 of 1986, caused me to come in where I for some reason, must have done either some things that I cannot fathom doing and no record of any of it exists such as not being a convicted felon on parole out of the blue 4 example, but something was indeed radically different, and in an extremely negatively exaggerated way. This has been discussed on numerous previous blogging texts. The reasons for re-entering into something this bizarre could range from a dozen Twilight Zonish things and concepts. I used the I-Ching on 3 occasions in my life, once in 1986 on this night, once in 1997, and once in either the end of 1969 or the start of 1970. No genius mind is needed to figure out that the daytime famous soap show of the times, “Dark Shadows”, gave me the idea to play with this nightmare. I said N I G H T M A R E. I meant nightmare. Babies and fools and poor whittle me, have done some dumb shit in their life, my dumb shit was messing with I Ching, and copying the great Count Prtofi. The first time sent me months into the future in a day-trance, where I saw June of 1970, and me there, on the beach, with my friend Ziggy, [Zigmund Malyska]. I could hear my own brain saying that the third day of my 26 day vacation would B pivotal, and later, it was, when 1970 in late June caught up with the I-Ching trance. Only the 3rd usage of this tool in the mid 1990’s served any real good, or did it. I was going out of my mind, in my frustrated search 2 find the great Sarah Krassle, the Lord Jehovah, whom was never lost in the first place. My blog, the ‘Morianity Bible’ tells much of the story, and definitely not all the story. James Patterson would ejaculate if I ever permitted him to write a so-called fictional story of me and all of these beach and Tennessee Avenue characters. After which time, he would die of a massive coronary thrombosis. Hay JP, if U’re ever up 4 it bud!!!!!!!!! Without going into details, I crashed into Governor Florio on the Atlantic City Expressway many years ago when he became governor of NJUSAESMWG. I speak of course not here in the waking world, but it was real. In 1984 I went to sleep and was suddenly playing a loud audio tape of the Space Shuttle; it took off and blew up. A year later, it did, as did a future governor get into a terrible crash on another major road, not far from where I rear ended Florio. No one understands dreams, realties, life and death, and maya is the culprit. Only in the 6th dimension is where it clears up, and the maya dims under the brighter REALM OF THE MIND. But when U finally know that U have been in the elevator room, nothing I can upload to the Blogger site in text words, can prepare U for the unbelievable enlightenment that will follow. All that is ever real is ride after ride, going from interaction to interaction. UR only as real as the 6th dimension creates U2B and all of your loved ones as well. No one is ever lost or found, alive or dead, or part of anything tangible and believing in anything at all tangibly, is being successfully fooled, or overcome by maya, [illusion].
Mr. Himacane was almost placed under arrest, through no fault of his own, yesterday Wednesday the 6th of June, 2K7. Attacks, near accidents, violations against him and me, R unspeakable and unconscionable and prosecutors in 3 counties as well as assistant governors and state attorney generals, R all complicit in allowing this torture to endlessly happen to an innocent American citizen. This is YI know I died and went 2 hell a long time ago, as in any ‘real’ world, it behooves me that this could ever happen to anyone. But what is dying and going to hell? It is what every blogger believes in his or her mind that it is, that is it pure and fucking simple. Just because the great Sar-ah Krassle Jehov-ah was thinking of me and her days at 16 at some upline world seashore resort, and it then downlined all of this, still does not supersede my beliefs and thoughts over any of anyone else’s. It does make me literally the center of the multiverse, or universe as perhaps we all, as alternates in HS, get our chance 2B THAT BOY, but being the center means that I can know major paralleling events that will show me ahead of time things of importance like the stock market’s direction, etc., but, this still makes me a suffering victim in all of this, not some mighty powerful entity or god. They R not stupid. They know that should I come into enough doe, this is not forgivable, U do not totally wipe out 70% of a mans adult life, and his basic childhood as well, and think that forgiveness is a possibility Mr. Campbell’s Soup. They know I would buy out 2 things if suddenly I won the power ball lottery and had 9 figure USD2 play around with. One would B an entertainment company so I could do my best to bring my message of truth to this ailing MW, and two, to get this all fully investigated, and the perpetrators eventually caught, and brought to justice. I do not care if they R the flowers from Beta Sigma 200. No, ‘they’ know that I can never B permitted 2 have any money, as I would turn it into more and more, and they know what I would then do with my fortune, and that they’d B fucking TOAST. This is not a threat blog-flaggers, THIS IS A MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE BABES!!!!!!!!!! All my promises R legal and all actions taken someday by me will all B within the framework of the laws of the land, don’t even think of trying to shut me up. Persecute me, and I will at the very least continue to blog and try to get my message out to as many as will listen and laugh, and maybe someday, the right person will say, wait a minute blowhard, this is not one bit funny, this poor dude needs some real serious help, and not sike shit. Karen S., I hope UR able 2 have a nice whittle mini-vacation. When U get back, a DYING UTTERANCE will B on your voicemail, please keep it. If U do not hear from me, go to the authorities and do what U can for me, pweeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the great F-6-10 can get any practicing mortal, into the realm of the gods and the land of the ‘dead’, a silly word. To reach the elevator room, the Krassleville River has a branch that runs towards it, but few get there, they just think that they do. I can tell by the way they write things in mortal world order. Once there, it is no longer possible, even though while alive, your conscious mind still forces linear focus, riders with awareness, write as I write, in the vein that mortals C time in an order, but we know it is not so, and no one forces our poetic license to B re-written, their way.
One of the reasons the oh seven year was so bad 4 me here on the MW, is that the media, totally BRIGGBASE controlled and owned, saw the tongue tie syndrome kick in, over and over, when things were said on TV and radio, that in any way connect anything on my blogs and website, just as I promised would happen, and did any of U out there catch the deal with the Fort Dix Terror Plot, wo, U gotta know I speak truths, or Y not just deny anything is real and jump off your local bridge head first into a nice soft rock????? Just ask yourselves, Y would this crazy mother fucker lie, what does he really honestly stand 2 gain with all this Morianity shit? I do not want money or fame, other than to create an anti-harassment organization, and things like that do take mucho bucks.
We were but 10 on Ten-nes-sea and now we R old, or at least is me, but Ex. Sen, I wish U all the luck in the world, even though I admit to basically being a split ticked democrat. UR the only entity on any realm who ever did something huge 4 me, such as when U stuck those electrodes in that young lads mouth who stole the only evidence, some cassette tapes, proving I did not commit murder in the year 2000. U never got me mixed up with a horrific criminal from Rising Sun Avenue, in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, by the name of Jonathan Schau.
I never claim to B some know it all, just a sad little shit with a nightmarish story to tell, to a sick ugly evil sin cursed world that just will not listen nor pity me, nor give me the smallest benefit of the doubt that this all just might B real and true, and happening around me, just as I claim that it is.
The 6th dimension is mind, and the 7th is the circuitry of the system, the mechanical parts to it so to speak, and when U dream or go through life, it all must begin at and in these phases, and sort of filter down into what scientists see as the space time continuum. To reach the 6th dimension while physically alive and in body, biblically speaking “present in the body and absent from the Sar”, U first must come 2C that bibles talk on mortal world levels and thereby cannot reveal the truth to mortals absolutely, that U first simply exist at void infinity, then dream out and away into phase #2 or the Astral being ness, and then further dream downs occur onto the mortal realms all along virtually unlimited times and places in the great 5th dimension, or HS, HYPERSPACE. Maya or illusion, in each mortal “lifetime” U occupy in HS, sees the astral as some sort of afterlife, and until U reverse this and C truth in the reversed immortal reality that it in fact is, the 6th dimension could no more B reached nor understood than could trigonometry by a 2 year old fish. The biggest secret of all is that U do not have to ever do one damn thing, as the knowing of what is going on, is entering the 6th dimension, as now U no longer receive thought and robotically accept maya. Now, concentrically, U can properly and much more efficiently interact with thought. U will fall asleep at night in no time at this point, within 1 and 10 years tops, and just find yourself in the sixth dimension, forever, where U always have been and will B, wandering around, interaction and ride, to interaction and ride. By my mortal memory while back here in my Earth world dream, an entity that I in my perceived memory, is a nice lady of late thirty or starting forties in age with mildly red hair of shoulder length, talked 2 me 4 a while, stating that she has been “wandering around in here endlessly”. She, and yes me, and all of U, we all R endlessly existing in the 6th dimension. This is now another date, Ed as previously mentioned will not have his Verizon DSL up and running for uploading my text-blogs to the Blogger site, for at least another full week, so I am back at enemy territory at the Library across from the school that is more satanic and evil and violent than the famous Columbine High, being of course our own area’s famous Winslow High, here in Camden County, NJUSAESMWG. This is where close 2 a year back, the huge teen aged African American teen male sumo wrestler practically assaulted me without any freaking provocation, and verbally abused me and assaulted me, and the library guard, also A.A. in race, whether this factored in or not I do not make that judgment call, but she did nothing, and would not properly and adequately do her job. A giant A.A. female was standing outside as I walked in, at least 6’4” in height, beefy and husky, probably able to bench press 600 pounds without breaking a damn sweat. Over the past days and weeks the giant huge and tall pussies R on a tremendous ridiculous roll again. As stated many times, this is done as an intimidation since Paula and Sarah and her filthy gang, raped me at the Trinidad, and is it not fascinating that the island of TRINIDAD also plays a part in recent terror plots, as do all the areas that I have been blogging about and referring 2 for a year and more. Seems my Buena, NJUSAESMWG life as a paramedic that I discuss on my website on the part regarding where I astrally live at the RICKTOWN MANOR, type in or level five programming speak into your PC microphone, www.morianity-foundation.com and read about all of it. Remember that the night B4 Iraq invaded Kuwait around 89 or 90, memories of unpleasant shit gets intentionally fuzzy, I tell the story in early MORIANITY BIBLE blogging texts; of how the very next day after I had left D.S. DESTRUCT TAPES on the Atlantic City boardwalk, it happened. I left these tapes, 3 or 4 cassettes, on benches along the AC boards between the area of the Showboat and Taj Casino’s. These destruct tapes were me on the phone, a fake conversation, usually with altered voice for my co-arguer, sometimes just left out and blank all together, but the kicker that made the stuff that I would say on the [A] side of the tapes, was the incredible [B] side of these tapes. This normally was stuff that no one could have normally had, audio demos and major things that helped to back up claims that I made of a far out nature, such as now in my blogs, so the 2 tape sides would sort of compliment each other to more powerfully to some degree, authenticate things I was saying, at least this is what I hoped and believed was a possibility.
Now, I said that things would change, without ending the blog called, 4 short and in abbreviation, TWIMCFTHM, we now R all going to stop this silly space time continuum nonsense, and enter into the truth of the S I X T H D I M E N S I O N. Good-bye to the old and welcome to the new, rapies and germiblows. First B4 I go on, happy retirement Frank Callio, hope your golden years go a lot better than the last million for me have. Morianity Bible began in 1995, and ten years later, U turned in your shield, www.acpd.com. Now we enter D-6.
I exited an elevator and found myself talking to a maintenance man named Walt, one of your buddies Mayor Bob Levy, and Retired Sergeant Frank Callio. Hope U had a nice time at the fallen officer viewing last Saturday, or at least as nice as can B under such circumstances. He and I talked a lot and I learned a few things, such as your 1995 retirement from the force Sarge. Wonder if I now will C the license plate THESARG, when leaving this library and driving back home with Eddie Himacane. A man was talking 2 me and telling me that he enjoyed working in the cement business, his precise words. I walked off the elevator and he vanished along with the elevator, and the room that the 16 ride-boxes R in. After Walt and I were done talking, he told me that he knew secrets about me and my magic mirror. I do indeed have a magic mirror. When I get a person 2 look in it, the real person is reflected back 4 me 2C, he may B smiling and nice outwardly, but if he or she is thinking negative thoughts or planning to injure me in some way, an ugly reflection of them appears 2 me in the mirror, they C what they C, but IC the true picture so 2 speak. I told him that it is in Ed’s apartment and he could throw it out with the trash as Ed had moved out hours ago, and that I was merely back there 2 check his mailbox and get any residual mail that he may have. The following morning I got off an elevator where many things were strikingly different, and I learned beyond any doubt that the enemy wants me to know and believe that I am being persecuted, and that I’ll never ever B able 2 prove my plight to a soul, nor ever get it stopped. When those near me try 2 explain things away to relax me and alleviate my paranoia and fears, they want me not 2B relieved, but miserable and scared and up tight forever instead. They know every possible way of making me miserable and live as much 2 do this, as the scum bag Dogface Donald lives 2 make endless money and capital. The gods R all totally bored 2 tears, and play endless games 2 keep from going ballistically crazier than shit. Even mans greatest thing, sex, is not sufficient to properly endlessly distract an entity that is totally and absolutely aware that they simply exist and time does not, they in fact therefore never really started existing, nor R they ever able 2 stop existing.
Finally, I got off an elevator where Ed and I now R practicing for our opposite shooting casino attack that will begin this very month at the shore, ACNJUSAESMWG. The higher the Dow, the more the Phillies fuck up, and the more U skuzzy incestrallites keep persecuting me with endless shit, the more ten dollar bets I will lose at the table, and thereby the more 300 dollar bets that Himmy will win at the table. U do not believe me now, but You will all B so sorry when I get back into the 19chips, get a beauty queen girlfriend, or 2 or 3, and start 2 live like a fucking king, your whole damn crooked economy’ll go to fucking total SHIT. BY-BYE lighthouse girl with the ling long hair. Where’s Sarah, the race horse, just another koinkedink huh, back in those wonderful days when I began my search and quest 2 find U great Sar, great all mighty Lord Jehovah, I will always love thee. No, not bye-bye to the blog text number electricity [27], just a quick mention of my great lovely teen queen, even though she and her friends scared the hell out of me at 12 or 13 and used my own cousin to accomplish this brutal and viscous rape. Y was all this a reality? Y did the Middle East care so much about the great Sarah and me? Very very Columbine Law and Order Semple, Mister Henry!!!!!!!! Abraham did not trust SSJKK to bring his Earthly wife Suri a son, and this led to things far beyond the time and energy available today 4 me 2 blog. Sarah-Stacey Scylla Krassle, my big teen queen, big J brown eyed girl, told Aby Baby to rename his wife after her, SAR, and she became SARAH. Hagar was the Egyptian girl slave of Suri and Abe, who due to no one ever believing in things that R the tiniest bit out of normal human belief ranges, went into the love tent with Abe and she became the Mother of all of the troubles over there today, people do not believe in things, and U may say, so fucking what? I say 2 the contrary, it can sometimes cost U a price that millennia of time must pay for with their damn blood. Humans have a very narrow belief range. Edgar Cayce was believed in, a few R, but most rear true honest mystic or endowed master types, such as high Earthly degreed Eckists, [C] Eckankar, will go unrecognized in the worlds of the obscure. That bothers me in the least, I only want to get what is being done 2 me exposed, stopped, and punished. Anyone doubting the rationality of a person who would say this, my response is, GO TO DOGTOWN. C MY WEBSITE AND CLICK ON Dogtown, and then tell me if that is where U would ever wish 2 share interaction in.
I got off an elevator on Easter Sunday in 2000 on this Earth and part of HS, on the 15th day of March if memory serves me properly. One of lightning’s best friends Hijika Rooanne, and she has 5 other names, one a secret SDK City Name, found me wandering around a park near a beach on the Krassle Atlantic River, and she was carrying a large blue and yellow striped gorgeous surfboard. I also had a board and was not using it, since I was busy exploring a deep cavernous type of stream with beautiful vegetation and dense forests all around as it wound and sank deeper into the woust direction of the Astral Realms. She used the excuse that she saw me picking up my board, and wanted 2 teach me the proper way 2 carry a board. It was all a big rouse just 2 get me 2 go with her miles down a road that resembles here on the mortal worlds a place in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, called Route #1, or the famous to this area, Roosevelt Boulevard. Eventually, we entered a soda shop, she told me that she just wanted 2 stop in for a minper 2C a very good friend of hers, and then we both proceeded to walk into Murray’s Soda Shop, on Ondaoxten Road. About 2 minpers went by after she got talking to a long haired very tall blond with almost line eyes, long and thinner than any oriental eye on the mortal world would ever B. The blond suddenly walked directly over 2 me and stared at me, and it was Lightning goddess Diana Z. Arteemis. I was unable 2 remember in my projected-ness who I really was, and who she really was, not that anything in really real anyway. She stared at me and I stood looking up at her frozen, but madly in love, and I kiddingly tell my Lightning all the time at the great RM in Province Olympia that it was like falling in love with her all over again.
Since I have blogged out the information about the 16 elevators and elevator room or the 6th dimension, I have met many people, and have spoken in some length with them, in the 6th dimension. There is much more to say, but the evil empire has been warned, and now I tell thee all truly this fact, U will C a huge abundance of war and crime and violence, pestilence, earthquakes, twisters, volcanoes, hurricanes, tidal waves, wild fires, droughts, plane and chopper crashes, and U have really asked 4 it, and nothing that I do, is from this natural world, where currently all of your laws bind and stop me, so get ready to fucking cook, and U cannot do squat. N O T S Q U A T.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Twenty Six Blog
TWIMCFTHM------052907.572--------Blog #Twenty-six.
This is now going 2B the beginning of some major new stuff that will progress as ‘time’ moves along. The enemy mince-meated my poor horrific HELLIDAY weekend. And Y not, it is symbolically ‘their evil military’ day and celebrated time to honor the fallen war dead. I am not against any officer in any military unit anywhere in this entire multiverse, unless they R carrying out orders to hurt and horrifically injure me, from the gods only know whom is issuing these orders. As I currently machine-pen these words at Mr. Him’s place, kemtrails and loud aircrafts R all over me like flies on dog shit. I will tell secrets today that may get me down right shot. People that have the money and the power, in the mortal world existence, can have anyone, ‘removed’. The trouble is that to them, it appears that I died, but it all is uncreated and recreated fifth dimensionally in a biblical wink of a raptured eye. The air siege the last two weeks is worse than any time in my entire life, and the year of 2007 is beyond being in totally uncharted waters for me, it is worse than all the Jews put together that suffered in concentration camps during the great Holocaust. This may sound harsh or even racist, unfeeling and ignorant on my part, and so B it. I know how true pain and suffering is measured, and no amount of what all of them combined went through equals what is being done 2 me, and has been done 2 me. Go ahead and disbelieve. That at least 4 me is not uncharted territory, disbelief in me and all that I go through and all that I totally know and proclaim, is a very old and familiar companion. This should B totally axiomatic 2 any Morian, but just 2 a blog reader who is thinking “this space cadet is out so far he is about to name some new stars”, I all ready know how they will receive from the 6th dimension. Remember, I absolutely know that we do not think, we receive from the 6th-D. Even all of our complex psychology and mental processes, memories, emotions, all of it and so much more, is not U thinking or remembering things, or even feeling painful or angry or sad or pleasant things. But now it is time 2 tell U all a bit more about the 6th dimension, in ways that some of the nerdier and geekier amongst the human pop, may B able 2 at least get something wild and fantastic out of it. I want U to picture a room about 70 feet long and wide, perhaps 15 to 20 feet high, and in the center area of this room, on all 4 sides or walls, is 4 elevators. I had to get very special permission from the lightning goddesses of Jupiter and Earth, to tell what I am about to tell. B4 I go on, I used to scoff at astrology, and still do not claim 2B knowledgeable enough in the full details of this ‘science’ 2 act like I am mister know-it-all on the subject, but I grew up and went well into early adulthood in my present ‘lifetime’, actually sequences of current dreaming, just thinking of it as total silly nonsense. How can gravitational effects from large celestial bodies far away determine so much, just because a human being is born at a paralleling time? Well, B4 anyone laughs too loud, I learned the power of ‘parallels’ early into my thirties, a full 20 years back in forward mortal time. Then, think about this, our moon that we do not feel in a conscious way, has the power to pull the giant oceans of our world six or more feet up and down twice a day while orbiting us. U and I can barely put a ton of seawater in a wheel barrel, and make it shake a bit, U anyway, as I have the strength of a small child. We must also in some ways not understood yet by man kind, B affected by these powerful forces of magnetization. Oh, and the gods, we R!!!!!!! Conscious mind is covering it up; as this is its job to in fact B doing 4 us, but it is real and occurring nonetheless. When I lived in a small apartment in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, in 1994,5, and 6, called the Highview Apartments, where when I left, I wrote and copy wrote my song HIGHVIEW CHEERS, from where the CHEERS show came from and later mizz over weight Toothless, Alley, ripped lots of my stuff off, an old well charted story as Hellywierd has ripped off well over 1000 things from me in less than 30 years of mortal time, no spellchecker, not Hollywood, I know what I am saying, but back on point with my story, I was living my life, not thinking nor searching 4 the great Sarah, but suddenly a bunch of outside stuff made its way into our solar system, and eventually crashed into Jupiter. As if this was not enough, the owner of the Highview building was Mr. and Mrs. Shoemaker, the slumlords from Philadelphia, and Sarah although out of linear time order, while searching 4 her, was and is a good friend of then, Chief Bob Levy of the life guard force in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, now in mortal time illusion, he is the Mayor of the great city. So the names Shoemaker and Levy R all ready in the mix, or better spoken perhaps, in the ‘cosmic equation’. The comet that impacted Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, in the human world atomic equivalent on this physical plane and here in that part of hyperspace, at that time in the evental-fold, was discovered, out of all of the possible persons telescopically gazing and peering out into the heavens of the physical plane, by these two persons, Levy and Shoemaker. As soon as all of this happened, my world changed instantly the next day. My search and quest to locate the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle was born. Naturally, at the time, linearly, I had no mortal way to C any of these connections. All of this brings me right back to the truths that all things R connected, yet separate, and this is what U must know a bit more about today. No 2 subatomic particles can touch and remain attached. They can make contact, resulting in a massive devastating transfer into energy, from the mass or matter that these separate pieces of reality were B4 they touched. So Y is all connected, when basically unless forced together, I am saying that all really is a reality of separateness? Forces in higher spatial dimensions operate in strange ways as they also R added to this cosmic mix. There R an unlimited side-band reality of the three dimensions that contain normal length, width, and depth. In these side-bands, R forces that control lower spatial dimensionality. Einstein never put enough spatial dimensions into his many famous tri-force equations, until almost at the end of his dream sequences as Einstein. He realized that all of the math and models of the laws would bit in a bigger box, not bigger in size, but in dimension. Time and HS will always B the true 4th/5th dimension, do not mistake what I say, as there only R3 ‘TRUE’ spatial dimensions, L-W-D. Side-bands to them do not count in this. However, they count in many equations where man and science is starting their journey to learn whether the temperature is correct in the universe for proving ever expanding verses eventually contracting future-universe, and also data is connected regarding the existence of extremely dense matter, as without it being there, the proof of ever expanding would B the case, as how could the great explosion lose force and B greeted with gravimetrical pull back or inversion, causing eventual universal contraction and collapse? This entire thing is still is meaningless, as interdimensionally, there is sort of a slip through-effect, whether it compresses back to absolute temperature at just beyond zero-dimension, or escapes away, it is meaningless. All of the matter and energy would in a three dimensional box concept, either B blown into annihilation, or dissolve into oblivion. However, 4 the conscious collective that does not remember that this is what we endlessly wish 4, escape from endlessness, a prison beyond mortal concept, and many of the gods as well, I can alleviate your mental anguish and absolutely assure U all, there is no end, nor any beginning. First of all, even while alive and viable, all universe, spin off sort of ‘daughter universes’ all the time, perhaps said better, humans have offspring, animals do, universes do. They leave all of the prior dimensions and become new ones in their own system. But doesn’t some dimension or place or something have to exist and B in order to sustain this? My answer is that it does not have to, no, yet it just happens to. This is why this example, when mentally placed into a microcosm, indeed, the smallest bits of sub-reality is one ‘A-dimension’ and the spaces that surround all of this is one ‘B-dimension’. This A and B is complex, but simply stated, it is Y wave-particle duality is similar to dividing by zero, and also, is why there R 3 dimensions spatially in a so-called A-fluxing field, and then there is the B-fluxing field. It is why wormhole juice or Quantum Foam 2B more accurately in scientific terminology acts as it does as well, in various interdimensional fluxing states. We have other days 2 move further along with all this, but 4 right now, shall we again discuss the 70 by 70 foot room that is 15-20 feet high, with 16 elevators, 4 of each of them being centered at each side of the room on all four sides. When U walk into any of these elevators, the doors close and immediately it always begins to move either upward or downward. At this point, you can control whether U wish the elevator 2 move forward or backward, as well as to the left or 2 the right. Do not try implementing logic and saying 2 yourself, how can IB in elevator 3 and move left without crashing into elevator 2, as this is mortal logic. Once UR in an elevator from off of this elevator room, and the doors shut, U go up or down first, but can then direct your elevator to move in any of 4 other directions, as well as up and down again, and as many times as U wish, and U will never crash into anything, there is only the elevator, as nothing else anywhere exists. When U push the open button, the elevator stops and the doors open. U walk out and think nothing changed, as again UR in another elevator room with 16 elevators, 4 of each centered on each of the 4 walls. When U walk out of the elevator, the doors close behind U, and in an instant, UR in a place that could B a mountain or a seashore resort, a home or an office, anything, it has no limits. When U wish to leave the place U came 2, U must turn off the place by shutting your eyes and then seeing in your ‘mind’s eye’ a new elevator room, and keep thinking of it and seeing it until UR again back in the elevator room. This is the 6th dimension. It is real, and everyone U know and everything U could ever know is all at the exit of some elevator ride. Now the other thing is that elevators R what we in 2000 AD can relate too, so we would perceive this elevator room. If U were an Algonquin Indian 300 years ago, it would be the top of a hill on a flat clearing with mountainous rocks around U, and 4 braves on 4 horses would B on all 4 sides of this clearing, for a total again of 16 riders. If this were 140 years from now, it may well B that U would identify this with 4 Skytorcycles on each side of a room or a mini-hanger, on all 4 sides, but for reasons even I cannot pull up, there is always an astral 20 total or half of an astral ten on all 4 sides. Astral 20 is mortal world converted to the number 16.
On prior blogs, lots of typo or Ettos corrections now need B amended, as normally I do not find 128 year old women that cute, nor have I known any, I have been in love with some between 80 and 110. I meant that if some cutie pie of 28, do not know how the one got in front other than to make me look like a fool. Yes Karen S., I need remind the readership more often what my obscure abbreviations stand 4, ETTOS = ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMMISSION SYSTEM. HS = HYPERSPACE, OP = OLYMPINA PROVINCE on the astral world, MW = MORTAL WORLD, SSJKK = SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. We can quit 4 now, come on smokers, if I can, ------. On my website, www.morianity-foundation.com, I will B soon adding the real way that my 1980 or ’81 song, called, “Love Is 4 Carpenters” really went, as I tranced out at work months ago, and re-listened to the great SSJKK sing it 2 me from the meeting square at the boardwalk and Monalazarium Boulevard. This is sort of the Astral World version of Atlantic City’s area at Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffy beyond the Casino Control Commission building entrance, on Tennessee Avenue. Scylla is known in Earthly legends 4 her beautiful loot, an astral world common instrument, but her playing is anything but common, it makes me cry like a baby to hear her play it and sing to me, while I gently run my hands through her ling-long lovely light brown hair, going from 6 feet and 7 inches down to nearly her ankles. I will B singing it, but it is word 4 word, as far as how this song really goes, and is not the copyrighted version from the early eighties, and I needed 2 use a guitar, no loots, nor good astral musicians where I am living and dreaming at here on this MW, sahwee.
Yeah, KS, they freaking mince meated my holiday helliday, I had to work an extra and extra long shift, for a total of 34 hours, much of it in the miserable hot bright scummy sunlight, which I detest second only to mister Vaudeville Frid, from my Flower Wing, in the great Ricktown Manor. C more on this at my website, read the text telling about the great RM, oh another abbreviation, sahwee, RICKTOWN MANOR. Lightning and I live here together, we always have and we always will. The I-Ching is the closest knowledge for mortal worlder’s to access into the sixth dimension. I saw a lady there Saturday morning or whenever I went to sleep by mortal terminology who told me she has been wandering around in here forever. Move over honey, we all R, and as soon as anyone walks out into a reality that matches a close enough one 2 being normally ‘awake’ from where U ‘went off to sleep’, U will forever B totally enlightened, and know what I know, and B as I am. Speaking of enlightenment, Diana was so good to me at work, she hates 2C me suffer at the hands of such evil and monstrous scoundrels, so she came real near me and flashed her scrumptious lovely colored lightning, and then returned immediately 2 me as her beautiful giant gibbous waxing moon. I cried like a baby that she cared enough 2 do this 4 her whittle boy, who is suffering in eternal infinite HELL, [Dogtown]. Diana, U will always B my baby blond, and I will take U to beautiful waterfalls and all of your favorite parks, and make powerful passionate love endlessly, my ravishing delicious colorful giant coil. Thank U so very much, and please B sure to thank cousin Stacey 4 permitting U2 come over 2 me when I needed U so very desperately. When the astral/physical white private loud piss bubble came zenithing over me at 4:21 PM when I got off the elevator into the beach where the ocean was so surf-able and beautiful, I was so wanting 2B with your cousin, tell her please that I would have stayed there with her, the plane did not chase me away, I wanted 2 get back to my dream and remember truths about the sixth dimension. No, phase four’ers, your cube is not the invention of government agencies; they cannot even find the fucking front doors to their main headquarters in Fort Meade, MDUSAESMWG. The cube is a square with 16 thought ride interactions that offer the rider cubic 6 directional movement rides, into connection circuitries where interaction is and becomes one with the closing doors of the elevators.
I am sure that the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, or the ACLU, would B fascinated to get a copy of a tape I have of U Robert McGuire, in which on repeated occasions, U quite angrily and vociferously tell the darker skinned part of humanity whom wander into your miserable stuck up bar, ‘WE DON’T SERVE N****S IN HERE” Even machine mind sees the SIN here, U arrogant prejudiced prick. Just because your pop and the clan come from literally the most beautiful land on this planet, and this is just fact like 1 and 1 is 2, but who RU to think U can break the law, and people’s heads too, U and the crooked Mayor, and ACMUA, and your partner at the pub, and all the wife cheated concubine friends of all of U, what a land of SIN, and they say it stays in Vegas, right, it all leaks from there and comes straight into East Dodge, and I am glad to get the hell out, and Happy New Year 2 all of U2, and screw your dauts.
Yeah man, some of the recent siege over the last few months, is due 2 the enemy seeing I am on the money over and over. Last nights hell siege caused my Phillies to get burned up by the Rubyshacks as I would have bet a billion bucks on. Dow will B 20,000, just as I said it will B flying to record highs and then into the 12K’s, the 13K’s, and B4 June ends, the 14 and 15K’s, everything I say comes true in every shade of black and blue, yet still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Toothless Jenny. When the siege is super super bad over time and never lets up, especially in the skies 4 me, I get as stated in prior text, major pussy command, as I not so politely refer to it as. Also, a simple thing happens repeatedly in roulette numbers, which when not under this much of a gun, makes me lose my shirt and my ass when played. Simply put, I play all three parameters, and the first 3 on color, order, or range, non green or from 1-36, whatever the majority or unanimous-ness of each is, I play that for two non-green spins. I flat bet only, and ignore house-edge green outcomes, [zeros]. All day today, last night, the entire weekend, air siege is beyond the beyond. If I were 2 walk into a bar tonight, and knew the rules of how 2B a real player, I could walk out literally with a fucking gang of young but legal honey’s, and don’t think I fucking couldn’t.
The last time I was half aware upon returning from the 6th dimension 2 here in hyperspace and where I live as current mortal me or Mountainpen, I was about 8 years of age. My last ride was to a room where I was in a high rise apartment with a gorgeous view of some large modern city, high up in the George Jefferson sky. I laid in the bed and fell asleep, only to wake up quickly and think I was awake, only suddenly I knew I had not awakened, and walked out of the apartment to find the elevator room. I had fallen out of one interaction but instead of mortally turning on back in this mortal system here, I was still stuck in the hypercube, as the McGuire movie storyline Phase Four Club goes!!!! Believe me, mortal man did not create the 6th dimension, nor the circuitry of this thought dimension {LAWTRONICS]. Lawtrons R really us, from a prior system that re-circulates endlessly as we now recycle shit on Planet Earth. No one ever gets away with, nor gets over on anyone, as in the great HS, if U mug me and hurt me and rob me 2-nite in a gutter rat alley way somewhere in an inner city, there R an equal amount of universes where the same act is also being carried out, the difference being that UR me and I am U. The Lawtron, [law and prophets, biblically and christianly], is the rule and the circuitry of the system that is all of this around us and much more. Most Lawtrons become gods on the Astral, or the unconscious up line thought wave that downlines into its own unique 5th dimensional multiverse. The elevator room [6th dimension] [Eckankar’s Mental Plane], is what the Lawtrons create, so that we can enter into rooms, [interactions], the I-Ching equivalent is that we can pass through doors. Once U go to the 6th dimension, for real, this ain’t no fucking bullshit, I have no time to sit here at a computer keyboard wasting words and energy on made up stupid un real delusional crap, but U will believe that that is precisely that, until U go to the 6th dimension. The Fascitar 6/10 an take U only as far as the upline thought wave, into its unconscious merging state to what it is creating with its own energy, and never can U go any farther. U have 6 directions of north, south, east, west, nest, and woust, but U do not have the other two in the 8 that can bring U in and out of the system, life, and death. On Earth, without a high-tek society with air travel, there is movement only in the west, east, north, and south, as U would endlessly and forever make your way around an eternal seemingly flat surface of this world. Blow the planet up to the size of the universe, and cut away the living only on the surface edge, and U have 6 directions, but never enough to come in nor go out, endlessly in the hyper spherical prison, unless you also have the final two directions of life and death. Life is entrance into the hyper sphere or the fifth dimensional up line thought wave in conscious down lining, while death is exit from the hyper sphere or the 5th-dimensional up line thought wave in conscious down lining.
UTAH, where the MORMON CHURCH is headquartered, is the only state out of all of our 50 states that ends with [AH]. This is no coincidence. Reverse U to covert to I or I AM, and the T is for TENNESSEE AVENUE. SAR is the force that created the interactions and visions that started all of this, so SAR-I AM =U. Tennessee Avenue’s queen is the great Sarah, hence U-T, and AH, given by SAR, the GREAT ALL MIGHTY LORD [SAR], U---T---A---H. This is the groups that is keeping a careful record of the families of all humans world wide, go ahead and “ASK” or “GOOGLE” all about this, Y would I fucking dare 2 lie about things with eternal value, and take a chance on angering Jehovah and burning up in endless hell? Gawky Gaukawk the giant Astral Panther cat or LOTTERY CAT from the Great TECK BAY MYSTERY School, told me half a billion Earthly years or so ago, that Professor Mystic UTEE as he is simply known by and referred to there by, said that after Earth’s most recent Roman Empire new cult is started, 2 final revelations will finalize the full meaning to it all. Nothing new is added in either revelation, but mortals unable 2C spatial reality and that live linearly only, will perceive it as new added revelations, hence a blasphemous thing, as it is written that plagues R added 2 those that add to the holy words, and that if words R removed, the remover will B likewise removed and no longer will have a City name or a City pass in the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Last night, Callio took me to Dogtown, and guess who was there to bail me oudda there? Ol’ Gawky, the Lottery Cat. Amazingly if U Google up Lottery Cat, I am by no means the only Earth Mortallite that has cyberspace text regarding this. Subjects may appear unrelated, and this is topic for many future discussions and discourses, but they R not really different. The power of illusion, MAYA, is so incredible, Roddenberry the great Star Trek creator knows much about Ettosian teck with the powerful illusion creators, the Tallos-4 beings. Remember the show with all of this was what originated the entire shows, both of the Star Trek’s, all of their great movies, and all of the spin offs beyond the first two Trek’s. The problem with too much sci-fi is that disinformation syndrome gets spawned into the mix, and wrecks any chance for me and what I try to tell the world, to ever get believed. Error on prior web logging text, I typed in or machine mind did, 40-8- years, when it should have read 40-80 years.
This ecological horse shit is a pain in my royal ass, because what is really causing all the shit, is my enemy harassing me, and this is true so help me under pain and full penalty of perjury in the US Supreme Court. Greenhouse gas and CO2 emissions, environmental studies, on and on, it is crap. Any meteorologist knows that a clear blue sky will B there many a morning, but follow me when I go out on my errands, and watch kemytrail after kemtrails as they form, dissipate, and eventually fill the sky and literally turn it ugly grey. This is reality, and all U need 2 prove it is a video-cam, a VCR or DVD and then set up on a clear morning, and when it happens, speed forward simulating a time-lapse photography, and C this evil Briggbase Milituforce 4 what it is, as they truly R destroying our environment, and wiping out not only Kendall and Ryan’s Blue Sky days, but everybody’s. We all have to suffer, and if I was off this world tomorrow, it would all magically just go away, and this is simple plain truth, that I legally swear before the Hague World Court Tribunal. Before the late autumn in 1987, 18 years after Count Petofi, not Perofi, another prior blog error typo or MMH [machine-mind-hack], none of this was real. Sure, as all my family and friends, and associates and acquaintances tell me, there always have been vapor trails. They would quickly show up, never spread out, and would go quickly into evaporation and die. Now a blue sky turns grey, and we have to all put up with this forever, and now I am telling U all what really is fucking up this ecological system, our entire environment, THIS IS NO FUCKING JOKE, AND SOME ONE HAD BETTER BELIEVE ME, or the gods help all of us. The final course for getting THIRD DEGREED at the TECK BAY MYSTERY School, is called [Tour through Life] and if I had more time today I possibly might start telling U about this, I observed the class for just a few periods, MW entities think of the word HOUR in English translation, for Astral Plane “period”, and as I observed it, I fell deeper into the interaction, as unlike Earth physical plane classes, U move right into the deal, learning is so cool here, it as U well know can occasionally suck here on this ;lower plane dream world. I have an invention that will let people do this, why would I share it with a world that only wishes to rip me off and hurt me, it would turn Trump and Gates into trillion Aires, screw U, I’ll never tell any of it on pain of torture 2 the death.
4 now BROWN EYED GIRL KAL, CALLIO, ANTIECK, but still my lovely great SAR, U behave yourself, I am watching U. Come back and C me on the AP at the job as U did 2 winters ago, and B friendly, ya luscious giant teen queen. U know U wanna knock me down and give it 2 me until I scream. Remember that I know the realer U, that your conscious mind is blocking out from U, I know all about U, low tide, high tide, flowing all around U, lose a ride, win a ride, it matters nothing 2U, don’t hide, U can’t hide, I can C right through U, C-Mountainpen-1997.
This is now going 2B the beginning of some major new stuff that will progress as ‘time’ moves along. The enemy mince-meated my poor horrific HELLIDAY weekend. And Y not, it is symbolically ‘their evil military’ day and celebrated time to honor the fallen war dead. I am not against any officer in any military unit anywhere in this entire multiverse, unless they R carrying out orders to hurt and horrifically injure me, from the gods only know whom is issuing these orders. As I currently machine-pen these words at Mr. Him’s place, kemtrails and loud aircrafts R all over me like flies on dog shit. I will tell secrets today that may get me down right shot. People that have the money and the power, in the mortal world existence, can have anyone, ‘removed’. The trouble is that to them, it appears that I died, but it all is uncreated and recreated fifth dimensionally in a biblical wink of a raptured eye. The air siege the last two weeks is worse than any time in my entire life, and the year of 2007 is beyond being in totally uncharted waters for me, it is worse than all the Jews put together that suffered in concentration camps during the great Holocaust. This may sound harsh or even racist, unfeeling and ignorant on my part, and so B it. I know how true pain and suffering is measured, and no amount of what all of them combined went through equals what is being done 2 me, and has been done 2 me. Go ahead and disbelieve. That at least 4 me is not uncharted territory, disbelief in me and all that I go through and all that I totally know and proclaim, is a very old and familiar companion. This should B totally axiomatic 2 any Morian, but just 2 a blog reader who is thinking “this space cadet is out so far he is about to name some new stars”, I all ready know how they will receive from the 6th dimension. Remember, I absolutely know that we do not think, we receive from the 6th-D. Even all of our complex psychology and mental processes, memories, emotions, all of it and so much more, is not U thinking or remembering things, or even feeling painful or angry or sad or pleasant things. But now it is time 2 tell U all a bit more about the 6th dimension, in ways that some of the nerdier and geekier amongst the human pop, may B able 2 at least get something wild and fantastic out of it. I want U to picture a room about 70 feet long and wide, perhaps 15 to 20 feet high, and in the center area of this room, on all 4 sides or walls, is 4 elevators. I had to get very special permission from the lightning goddesses of Jupiter and Earth, to tell what I am about to tell. B4 I go on, I used to scoff at astrology, and still do not claim 2B knowledgeable enough in the full details of this ‘science’ 2 act like I am mister know-it-all on the subject, but I grew up and went well into early adulthood in my present ‘lifetime’, actually sequences of current dreaming, just thinking of it as total silly nonsense. How can gravitational effects from large celestial bodies far away determine so much, just because a human being is born at a paralleling time? Well, B4 anyone laughs too loud, I learned the power of ‘parallels’ early into my thirties, a full 20 years back in forward mortal time. Then, think about this, our moon that we do not feel in a conscious way, has the power to pull the giant oceans of our world six or more feet up and down twice a day while orbiting us. U and I can barely put a ton of seawater in a wheel barrel, and make it shake a bit, U anyway, as I have the strength of a small child. We must also in some ways not understood yet by man kind, B affected by these powerful forces of magnetization. Oh, and the gods, we R!!!!!!! Conscious mind is covering it up; as this is its job to in fact B doing 4 us, but it is real and occurring nonetheless. When I lived in a small apartment in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, in 1994,5, and 6, called the Highview Apartments, where when I left, I wrote and copy wrote my song HIGHVIEW CHEERS, from where the CHEERS show came from and later mizz over weight Toothless, Alley, ripped lots of my stuff off, an old well charted story as Hellywierd has ripped off well over 1000 things from me in less than 30 years of mortal time, no spellchecker, not Hollywood, I know what I am saying, but back on point with my story, I was living my life, not thinking nor searching 4 the great Sarah, but suddenly a bunch of outside stuff made its way into our solar system, and eventually crashed into Jupiter. As if this was not enough, the owner of the Highview building was Mr. and Mrs. Shoemaker, the slumlords from Philadelphia, and Sarah although out of linear time order, while searching 4 her, was and is a good friend of then, Chief Bob Levy of the life guard force in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, now in mortal time illusion, he is the Mayor of the great city. So the names Shoemaker and Levy R all ready in the mix, or better spoken perhaps, in the ‘cosmic equation’. The comet that impacted Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, in the human world atomic equivalent on this physical plane and here in that part of hyperspace, at that time in the evental-fold, was discovered, out of all of the possible persons telescopically gazing and peering out into the heavens of the physical plane, by these two persons, Levy and Shoemaker. As soon as all of this happened, my world changed instantly the next day. My search and quest to locate the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle was born. Naturally, at the time, linearly, I had no mortal way to C any of these connections. All of this brings me right back to the truths that all things R connected, yet separate, and this is what U must know a bit more about today. No 2 subatomic particles can touch and remain attached. They can make contact, resulting in a massive devastating transfer into energy, from the mass or matter that these separate pieces of reality were B4 they touched. So Y is all connected, when basically unless forced together, I am saying that all really is a reality of separateness? Forces in higher spatial dimensions operate in strange ways as they also R added to this cosmic mix. There R an unlimited side-band reality of the three dimensions that contain normal length, width, and depth. In these side-bands, R forces that control lower spatial dimensionality. Einstein never put enough spatial dimensions into his many famous tri-force equations, until almost at the end of his dream sequences as Einstein. He realized that all of the math and models of the laws would bit in a bigger box, not bigger in size, but in dimension. Time and HS will always B the true 4th/5th dimension, do not mistake what I say, as there only R3 ‘TRUE’ spatial dimensions, L-W-D. Side-bands to them do not count in this. However, they count in many equations where man and science is starting their journey to learn whether the temperature is correct in the universe for proving ever expanding verses eventually contracting future-universe, and also data is connected regarding the existence of extremely dense matter, as without it being there, the proof of ever expanding would B the case, as how could the great explosion lose force and B greeted with gravimetrical pull back or inversion, causing eventual universal contraction and collapse? This entire thing is still is meaningless, as interdimensionally, there is sort of a slip through-effect, whether it compresses back to absolute temperature at just beyond zero-dimension, or escapes away, it is meaningless. All of the matter and energy would in a three dimensional box concept, either B blown into annihilation, or dissolve into oblivion. However, 4 the conscious collective that does not remember that this is what we endlessly wish 4, escape from endlessness, a prison beyond mortal concept, and many of the gods as well, I can alleviate your mental anguish and absolutely assure U all, there is no end, nor any beginning. First of all, even while alive and viable, all universe, spin off sort of ‘daughter universes’ all the time, perhaps said better, humans have offspring, animals do, universes do. They leave all of the prior dimensions and become new ones in their own system. But doesn’t some dimension or place or something have to exist and B in order to sustain this? My answer is that it does not have to, no, yet it just happens to. This is why this example, when mentally placed into a microcosm, indeed, the smallest bits of sub-reality is one ‘A-dimension’ and the spaces that surround all of this is one ‘B-dimension’. This A and B is complex, but simply stated, it is Y wave-particle duality is similar to dividing by zero, and also, is why there R 3 dimensions spatially in a so-called A-fluxing field, and then there is the B-fluxing field. It is why wormhole juice or Quantum Foam 2B more accurately in scientific terminology acts as it does as well, in various interdimensional fluxing states. We have other days 2 move further along with all this, but 4 right now, shall we again discuss the 70 by 70 foot room that is 15-20 feet high, with 16 elevators, 4 of each of them being centered at each side of the room on all four sides. When U walk into any of these elevators, the doors close and immediately it always begins to move either upward or downward. At this point, you can control whether U wish the elevator 2 move forward or backward, as well as to the left or 2 the right. Do not try implementing logic and saying 2 yourself, how can IB in elevator 3 and move left without crashing into elevator 2, as this is mortal logic. Once UR in an elevator from off of this elevator room, and the doors shut, U go up or down first, but can then direct your elevator to move in any of 4 other directions, as well as up and down again, and as many times as U wish, and U will never crash into anything, there is only the elevator, as nothing else anywhere exists. When U push the open button, the elevator stops and the doors open. U walk out and think nothing changed, as again UR in another elevator room with 16 elevators, 4 of each centered on each of the 4 walls. When U walk out of the elevator, the doors close behind U, and in an instant, UR in a place that could B a mountain or a seashore resort, a home or an office, anything, it has no limits. When U wish to leave the place U came 2, U must turn off the place by shutting your eyes and then seeing in your ‘mind’s eye’ a new elevator room, and keep thinking of it and seeing it until UR again back in the elevator room. This is the 6th dimension. It is real, and everyone U know and everything U could ever know is all at the exit of some elevator ride. Now the other thing is that elevators R what we in 2000 AD can relate too, so we would perceive this elevator room. If U were an Algonquin Indian 300 years ago, it would be the top of a hill on a flat clearing with mountainous rocks around U, and 4 braves on 4 horses would B on all 4 sides of this clearing, for a total again of 16 riders. If this were 140 years from now, it may well B that U would identify this with 4 Skytorcycles on each side of a room or a mini-hanger, on all 4 sides, but for reasons even I cannot pull up, there is always an astral 20 total or half of an astral ten on all 4 sides. Astral 20 is mortal world converted to the number 16.
On prior blogs, lots of typo or Ettos corrections now need B amended, as normally I do not find 128 year old women that cute, nor have I known any, I have been in love with some between 80 and 110. I meant that if some cutie pie of 28, do not know how the one got in front other than to make me look like a fool. Yes Karen S., I need remind the readership more often what my obscure abbreviations stand 4, ETTOS = ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMMISSION SYSTEM. HS = HYPERSPACE, OP = OLYMPINA PROVINCE on the astral world, MW = MORTAL WORLD, SSJKK = SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. We can quit 4 now, come on smokers, if I can, ------. On my website, www.morianity-foundation.com, I will B soon adding the real way that my 1980 or ’81 song, called, “Love Is 4 Carpenters” really went, as I tranced out at work months ago, and re-listened to the great SSJKK sing it 2 me from the meeting square at the boardwalk and Monalazarium Boulevard. This is sort of the Astral World version of Atlantic City’s area at Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffy beyond the Casino Control Commission building entrance, on Tennessee Avenue. Scylla is known in Earthly legends 4 her beautiful loot, an astral world common instrument, but her playing is anything but common, it makes me cry like a baby to hear her play it and sing to me, while I gently run my hands through her ling-long lovely light brown hair, going from 6 feet and 7 inches down to nearly her ankles. I will B singing it, but it is word 4 word, as far as how this song really goes, and is not the copyrighted version from the early eighties, and I needed 2 use a guitar, no loots, nor good astral musicians where I am living and dreaming at here on this MW, sahwee.
Yeah, KS, they freaking mince meated my holiday helliday, I had to work an extra and extra long shift, for a total of 34 hours, much of it in the miserable hot bright scummy sunlight, which I detest second only to mister Vaudeville Frid, from my Flower Wing, in the great Ricktown Manor. C more on this at my website, read the text telling about the great RM, oh another abbreviation, sahwee, RICKTOWN MANOR. Lightning and I live here together, we always have and we always will. The I-Ching is the closest knowledge for mortal worlder’s to access into the sixth dimension. I saw a lady there Saturday morning or whenever I went to sleep by mortal terminology who told me she has been wandering around in here forever. Move over honey, we all R, and as soon as anyone walks out into a reality that matches a close enough one 2 being normally ‘awake’ from where U ‘went off to sleep’, U will forever B totally enlightened, and know what I know, and B as I am. Speaking of enlightenment, Diana was so good to me at work, she hates 2C me suffer at the hands of such evil and monstrous scoundrels, so she came real near me and flashed her scrumptious lovely colored lightning, and then returned immediately 2 me as her beautiful giant gibbous waxing moon. I cried like a baby that she cared enough 2 do this 4 her whittle boy, who is suffering in eternal infinite HELL, [Dogtown]. Diana, U will always B my baby blond, and I will take U to beautiful waterfalls and all of your favorite parks, and make powerful passionate love endlessly, my ravishing delicious colorful giant coil. Thank U so very much, and please B sure to thank cousin Stacey 4 permitting U2 come over 2 me when I needed U so very desperately. When the astral/physical white private loud piss bubble came zenithing over me at 4:21 PM when I got off the elevator into the beach where the ocean was so surf-able and beautiful, I was so wanting 2B with your cousin, tell her please that I would have stayed there with her, the plane did not chase me away, I wanted 2 get back to my dream and remember truths about the sixth dimension. No, phase four’ers, your cube is not the invention of government agencies; they cannot even find the fucking front doors to their main headquarters in Fort Meade, MDUSAESMWG. The cube is a square with 16 thought ride interactions that offer the rider cubic 6 directional movement rides, into connection circuitries where interaction is and becomes one with the closing doors of the elevators.
I am sure that the AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, or the ACLU, would B fascinated to get a copy of a tape I have of U Robert McGuire, in which on repeated occasions, U quite angrily and vociferously tell the darker skinned part of humanity whom wander into your miserable stuck up bar, ‘WE DON’T SERVE N****S IN HERE” Even machine mind sees the SIN here, U arrogant prejudiced prick. Just because your pop and the clan come from literally the most beautiful land on this planet, and this is just fact like 1 and 1 is 2, but who RU to think U can break the law, and people’s heads too, U and the crooked Mayor, and ACMUA, and your partner at the pub, and all the wife cheated concubine friends of all of U, what a land of SIN, and they say it stays in Vegas, right, it all leaks from there and comes straight into East Dodge, and I am glad to get the hell out, and Happy New Year 2 all of U2, and screw your dauts.
Yeah man, some of the recent siege over the last few months, is due 2 the enemy seeing I am on the money over and over. Last nights hell siege caused my Phillies to get burned up by the Rubyshacks as I would have bet a billion bucks on. Dow will B 20,000, just as I said it will B flying to record highs and then into the 12K’s, the 13K’s, and B4 June ends, the 14 and 15K’s, everything I say comes true in every shade of black and blue, yet still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Toothless Jenny. When the siege is super super bad over time and never lets up, especially in the skies 4 me, I get as stated in prior text, major pussy command, as I not so politely refer to it as. Also, a simple thing happens repeatedly in roulette numbers, which when not under this much of a gun, makes me lose my shirt and my ass when played. Simply put, I play all three parameters, and the first 3 on color, order, or range, non green or from 1-36, whatever the majority or unanimous-ness of each is, I play that for two non-green spins. I flat bet only, and ignore house-edge green outcomes, [zeros]. All day today, last night, the entire weekend, air siege is beyond the beyond. If I were 2 walk into a bar tonight, and knew the rules of how 2B a real player, I could walk out literally with a fucking gang of young but legal honey’s, and don’t think I fucking couldn’t.
The last time I was half aware upon returning from the 6th dimension 2 here in hyperspace and where I live as current mortal me or Mountainpen, I was about 8 years of age. My last ride was to a room where I was in a high rise apartment with a gorgeous view of some large modern city, high up in the George Jefferson sky. I laid in the bed and fell asleep, only to wake up quickly and think I was awake, only suddenly I knew I had not awakened, and walked out of the apartment to find the elevator room. I had fallen out of one interaction but instead of mortally turning on back in this mortal system here, I was still stuck in the hypercube, as the McGuire movie storyline Phase Four Club goes!!!! Believe me, mortal man did not create the 6th dimension, nor the circuitry of this thought dimension {LAWTRONICS]. Lawtrons R really us, from a prior system that re-circulates endlessly as we now recycle shit on Planet Earth. No one ever gets away with, nor gets over on anyone, as in the great HS, if U mug me and hurt me and rob me 2-nite in a gutter rat alley way somewhere in an inner city, there R an equal amount of universes where the same act is also being carried out, the difference being that UR me and I am U. The Lawtron, [law and prophets, biblically and christianly], is the rule and the circuitry of the system that is all of this around us and much more. Most Lawtrons become gods on the Astral, or the unconscious up line thought wave that downlines into its own unique 5th dimensional multiverse. The elevator room [6th dimension] [Eckankar’s Mental Plane], is what the Lawtrons create, so that we can enter into rooms, [interactions], the I-Ching equivalent is that we can pass through doors. Once U go to the 6th dimension, for real, this ain’t no fucking bullshit, I have no time to sit here at a computer keyboard wasting words and energy on made up stupid un real delusional crap, but U will believe that that is precisely that, until U go to the 6th dimension. The Fascitar 6/10 an take U only as far as the upline thought wave, into its unconscious merging state to what it is creating with its own energy, and never can U go any farther. U have 6 directions of north, south, east, west, nest, and woust, but U do not have the other two in the 8 that can bring U in and out of the system, life, and death. On Earth, without a high-tek society with air travel, there is movement only in the west, east, north, and south, as U would endlessly and forever make your way around an eternal seemingly flat surface of this world. Blow the planet up to the size of the universe, and cut away the living only on the surface edge, and U have 6 directions, but never enough to come in nor go out, endlessly in the hyper spherical prison, unless you also have the final two directions of life and death. Life is entrance into the hyper sphere or the fifth dimensional up line thought wave in conscious down lining, while death is exit from the hyper sphere or the 5th-dimensional up line thought wave in conscious down lining.
UTAH, where the MORMON CHURCH is headquartered, is the only state out of all of our 50 states that ends with [AH]. This is no coincidence. Reverse U to covert to I or I AM, and the T is for TENNESSEE AVENUE. SAR is the force that created the interactions and visions that started all of this, so SAR-I AM =U. Tennessee Avenue’s queen is the great Sarah, hence U-T, and AH, given by SAR, the GREAT ALL MIGHTY LORD [SAR], U---T---A---H. This is the groups that is keeping a careful record of the families of all humans world wide, go ahead and “ASK” or “GOOGLE” all about this, Y would I fucking dare 2 lie about things with eternal value, and take a chance on angering Jehovah and burning up in endless hell? Gawky Gaukawk the giant Astral Panther cat or LOTTERY CAT from the Great TECK BAY MYSTERY School, told me half a billion Earthly years or so ago, that Professor Mystic UTEE as he is simply known by and referred to there by, said that after Earth’s most recent Roman Empire new cult is started, 2 final revelations will finalize the full meaning to it all. Nothing new is added in either revelation, but mortals unable 2C spatial reality and that live linearly only, will perceive it as new added revelations, hence a blasphemous thing, as it is written that plagues R added 2 those that add to the holy words, and that if words R removed, the remover will B likewise removed and no longer will have a City name or a City pass in the great Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Last night, Callio took me to Dogtown, and guess who was there to bail me oudda there? Ol’ Gawky, the Lottery Cat. Amazingly if U Google up Lottery Cat, I am by no means the only Earth Mortallite that has cyberspace text regarding this. Subjects may appear unrelated, and this is topic for many future discussions and discourses, but they R not really different. The power of illusion, MAYA, is so incredible, Roddenberry the great Star Trek creator knows much about Ettosian teck with the powerful illusion creators, the Tallos-4 beings. Remember the show with all of this was what originated the entire shows, both of the Star Trek’s, all of their great movies, and all of the spin offs beyond the first two Trek’s. The problem with too much sci-fi is that disinformation syndrome gets spawned into the mix, and wrecks any chance for me and what I try to tell the world, to ever get believed. Error on prior web logging text, I typed in or machine mind did, 40-8- years, when it should have read 40-80 years.
This ecological horse shit is a pain in my royal ass, because what is really causing all the shit, is my enemy harassing me, and this is true so help me under pain and full penalty of perjury in the US Supreme Court. Greenhouse gas and CO2 emissions, environmental studies, on and on, it is crap. Any meteorologist knows that a clear blue sky will B there many a morning, but follow me when I go out on my errands, and watch kemytrail after kemtrails as they form, dissipate, and eventually fill the sky and literally turn it ugly grey. This is reality, and all U need 2 prove it is a video-cam, a VCR or DVD and then set up on a clear morning, and when it happens, speed forward simulating a time-lapse photography, and C this evil Briggbase Milituforce 4 what it is, as they truly R destroying our environment, and wiping out not only Kendall and Ryan’s Blue Sky days, but everybody’s. We all have to suffer, and if I was off this world tomorrow, it would all magically just go away, and this is simple plain truth, that I legally swear before the Hague World Court Tribunal. Before the late autumn in 1987, 18 years after Count Petofi, not Perofi, another prior blog error typo or MMH [machine-mind-hack], none of this was real. Sure, as all my family and friends, and associates and acquaintances tell me, there always have been vapor trails. They would quickly show up, never spread out, and would go quickly into evaporation and die. Now a blue sky turns grey, and we have to all put up with this forever, and now I am telling U all what really is fucking up this ecological system, our entire environment, THIS IS NO FUCKING JOKE, AND SOME ONE HAD BETTER BELIEVE ME, or the gods help all of us. The final course for getting THIRD DEGREED at the TECK BAY MYSTERY School, is called [Tour through Life] and if I had more time today I possibly might start telling U about this, I observed the class for just a few periods, MW entities think of the word HOUR in English translation, for Astral Plane “period”, and as I observed it, I fell deeper into the interaction, as unlike Earth physical plane classes, U move right into the deal, learning is so cool here, it as U well know can occasionally suck here on this ;lower plane dream world. I have an invention that will let people do this, why would I share it with a world that only wishes to rip me off and hurt me, it would turn Trump and Gates into trillion Aires, screw U, I’ll never tell any of it on pain of torture 2 the death.
4 now BROWN EYED GIRL KAL, CALLIO, ANTIECK, but still my lovely great SAR, U behave yourself, I am watching U. Come back and C me on the AP at the job as U did 2 winters ago, and B friendly, ya luscious giant teen queen. U know U wanna knock me down and give it 2 me until I scream. Remember that I know the realer U, that your conscious mind is blocking out from U, I know all about U, low tide, high tide, flowing all around U, lose a ride, win a ride, it matters nothing 2U, don’t hide, U can’t hide, I can C right through U, C-Mountainpen-1997.
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