MOVEMENT’S STAGE 4




After completing my stage 3 foundation writings, I fell under an immediate attack, both by Milituforce, air shit, and major electronics lattisaw jack attacks or ELJA, pronounced elja, for later usage on MF. They would not let me onto blogger page again with one electronic flimsey window explation after another, crash-worms, and would not let me try to join any of the on-line dating clubs, as there is nothing wrong with a single/never married man of 52 years of age, legitimately seeking out dates, as since I do not dance, drink, thereby, nor go clubbing, it makes life at my age especially, very difficult.

M E S S A G E T O T H E F. B. I. OR OTHERS

I know that all blogs are eventually read by agencies in law enforcement, and it is your job to not only B sure that I am an OK dude, but 2 also C that my civil rights quit getting messed with. All my life, what I have come to call MILITUFORCE, some unknown powerful force, is very real, and is and always has been stopping me from ever living a normal life. They will not let me go out on dates, talk about the 52 year old virgin, sequal to the movie out there of the 40 something, hay this ain’t “cops—TV shit”, this is real, and I am forced to suffer through this hell every single day and night of my life, and U wonder Y the MF is being created, or at least I am attempting to do so.

I know I am doing nothing wrong, someone or some Captain Shitner/Shatner thing has made my pathetic life a living infinite hell 4-ever &ever&ever, and if I had done something to warrant it, I would B being legally PROSECUTED, NOT PERSECUTED, out in the open, not covertly from great friggin’ closets.

When that helo that turned into the pulsar star was back in the distant heavens where the hell it belonged, I watched it off and on all night long, and sure enough, it climbed higher, and eventually went around and set or at least started 2, as it sets hours after dawn, but is visible on any clear morning well after the morning light, Donna.

When I worked at the recording studio, my immediate boss, Mr. Cialoni took me to a strange part of the building, right b-4 I was told 2 help myself to a particular ‘overage’ file that contained Donna Summer’s original and unknown HAIR album. The entity-diety behind all this was the great SKYLLA, the original rock singer with her lovely loot, from mellinea ago. Y all this occurred will always B contained in upline world existence, a place where there smallest thing [wave or particle], will always be larger than our downline largest whole, our entire 5th dimensional hyperspace, in which all of us forever interact in, and send our thoughts downward as well, deep into the 6th dimension, a place with unlimited uplines and downlines of 5th dimensional multiverses, each containing gogalplexes of individual timelined universes, separated by small atomic varying signatures of combined frequency vibrations. In earlier MB writings, I attempted to tell you how the great Sarah Stacey JKK, nicknamed in the Olympian Province, Skyla, had made a deal with a black chick in a big house in the Roxberry section of Boston, Massachusetts, who would go on to live a charmed life in her sequence of current dreams on this level of hyperspace, and going by the name of Donna Gaines at the time. Her father knew a dude from this area who attended a church in Debtford, NJ AME, and his buddy, a caucasion dude, and friends of the late and great Mayor Roher of Haddon Township, NJ, in the 60-80’s period. This fella, as Donna’s Dad, both were in the business of Building Maintenance, janitors. Bernie got me working for him when I left the recording studio after a fight with a real jerk-off by the name of Joe Sivo. I was working for the Medical Research Institute, later to become the current, Corriel Institute, named after a super cool dude whom I got 2 know and like very well, Dr. Corriel, the late of course. Him, Doctor Green, and others, all at one time, worked with Dr. Jonus Salk, and made the pollio vaccine, a super interdimensional fuck up caused it 2 happen just a slight tad 2 late, 4 poor Ziggy 2 have been helped by this marverlous inoculation. The plot thickens way more, as all ties into all, in ways that century 21 is not near yet ready 2 understand, but really, Ziggy was killed twice. The Lamist skumbags put cancer into hm 4 helping me escape their evil when I was really vulnerable as a young teen boy. As stated in prior blogs, these bastard pricks PUNISH, and get the hell away with it 2. Things that I will tell U all of how they used the great comedian, Mr. Rodney Dangerfield, and so much more, I swear, when I am done with all my story which is 100% truth, no fiction, no lies, even the friggin’ feds R gonna get their minds blown. Just hope with all of my heart, that they will B fair, and try to help me, and not side, as they normally tend 2 do, with those of the rich and powerful, just happens to be that I’m describing the LAMIST’S. Not every single billionaire is one, or is evil, but stories exist that R totally mind bending, that I will soon tell, even about one of the so called philanthropists whom recently, just over a dozen years or so back, made a huge collegiant donation, to help 2 cover up my problems with being stuck in the middle of the great Donna Summer’s deal with musician Skylla, the all mighty so called one god of our puny little world. She is a tease, a game player, and can hit U so hard that you atomize and literally fly apart into zeetrons and asaps, pieces just larger than void infinity of oneness. She is a punisher, and she is dangerous, but I have the beginning of wisdom, and fear this powerful god with trembling, yet I love the great Jehovah with all of my beingness, and want her all 2 myself. She plays loots, and many other unknown stringed and air combo sounding instruments, that are music from the astral heavens, and humans woukld go instantly mad upon hearing her lovely songs and voice, but I am still a tiny bit sane. I will always love you great Sarah-Stacey, some of your friends, well, that’s another matter my lovely teen-queen. U belong 2 me, and I am your dalmation forver, don’t forget that. No matter what the people of this stinking Earth do 2 me, my luv 4 U, is eternal X eternal, and I know that U know that, great queen.

LA MIST LA SKY Remember the language of luv, FRENCH. LA means the, in English translation, the MISTS, as in Milituforce kemtrails, and her magic 6 point star one from 1969, and also remember, SKY, SKY LLA, with one or 2 els it matters not, it is still the mists of the sky, HER SKY, “FOR I HAVE CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH, AND ABOVE THE DARK WATERS I SIT ABOVE, READY TO BRING THIS DARK AND DEAD WORLD ALIVE”. Christian scriptures differ slightly in genesis book, this is exactly what Sarah-Stacey says when I walk along with her, unleashed, down her favorite street in her lovely great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the great MONOLAZARIUM BOULEVARD. She is and so R all the gods, very difficult to grasp, from human standpoints and reasonings. In closing movement four of the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, justknow that a story so huge exists around all of the things that I speak of, and that it all connects to the normal average population. In a quick flash, U could suddenly find yourself in a mess similar but different to mine, and I will tell U much more about my motives being totally unselfish in future movements. We have still only just begun Karen.