Movements's Stage 3



Morians and Lessians, I got through another weekend, but my beautiful Diana was there 2 protect me all through it, her luscious lightning flashing colors and ribbons and ground bolters, all 3 nights that I work at my part time job. I knew, by using 6th - D mind/cyberspace, she would get my message that I needed her around me again, especially after the attack from Hydraclacia last weekend. I used to scoff at people with thei UFO sightings, NOMO, babywuv. When U C it, it's over, you know what just witnessed is real and has happened, and all the damn head shrinkers and sike meds in the world won't make a bit of difference.

A little interdimensionalization occured on MS.C, in my IMHO, but it could also B what my computer guru said 2 me, that lots of sites were recently examined, and once they carefully did their homework, they recognized that I am a clean good little boy, who is merely crying out 4 help, not a bragger or a member of the dom club, and certainly free to express what I have experienced in this life in my human form in current dreamsequence of mister mountainpen, no pun in the pen, name, that is. I mean no harm to anyone, it is this cold cruel and wickedly evil world that has assalted and destroyed me for just under 52 years. The explanations given in prior foundation writings, are by no means a complete literary detailed explanation of my negative reality, 4 now though, it will have to do. I ain't perfect, nor is this by any stretch nor means, a perfect world.

When the Hydraclacian residents tranced out and mutually contacted me last weekend, in the form of a United States military helicopter, I told how how it flew off towards town and hovered there, eventually going, simply going, nothing less and nothing more, into a 'reality merge', becomming the pulsar star that it was all along, and only Ettosian [Star Trek Telosian] type of technology, can explain how these events can occurr. Maybe the pulsar was there all along, only it wasn't, as if it were, Y did the helo flying off and away from me to the north, as it got closer to where it totally stopped, not also let me C and become aware, that it was nearing the object, the star, but no, it turned the chrissake into it, and if I lie to you out there in computerland, I hope the gods wreck my life a trillion times worse than they already have, in the name of all mighty Jehovah, my wonderful and precious endless love. Obviously, when an astral world Terraloppolis city gets together and decides to visit pysical caporial material realms here in the Earthworld, they pass through the 6th dimension, and then from there, down through all necessary 5th and 4th dimensions, necessary, to accomplish communications with whomever they are attempting to reach. This job site has on more than 15 times, caused me a sudden and total loss of normal conxciousness, and followed by wild astral projection, using a forward mortal human terminology. Let us discuss what happened in my Somerdale, NJ home on the early morning of 7 December of '96. Don't ever believe what cops love to call, "TV SHIT". It is not all shit. I had been frantically searching the world for my lovely queen, as recently through a bad mistake, I had gotten myself hypnotised, and asked to go back to the 60's in AC, NJ, and visit my past. I told the hypnotherapist that I was never born, and that a large boat called SUNRAM, was where a special experiment from Atlantis was taking place, and he tape recorded the session, and gave me a copy. It is one hell of a wild casette. When I came out of the experience, the 60's seemed like last week to me, and nearly 3 decades of mortal time had passed. I had not forgotten parts of my life, in fact, I was re-remembering parts of it with such incredible crystal clarity, that it caused this sort of hylucinegenic effect on my conscious mind and worldly awareness. It all made sense, what Donna Summer did to me in 1980, and other things she and others in her circle engineered between a year or so plus and minus of '80. Why did she want me to discover her HAIR crap album up in the studio attick and what really is going on in HAIR, and with Vietnom, and long hair, hippies, technology, and expansion of the human consciousness through Doctor Hoffman's LSD drug, found entirely by accident, but nothing just happens, not accidents, nor intention things, and the only cooincidences are the ones people mistakenly believe in. A fantastic 90's author, mistor James Redfield, really gets into it good in his fantastic book, The Celistine Prophecy. This, as many things, will B a must read for all Morians someday. The foundation, if ever as large as I invision it, will have officers, and in a ranked numerical order of hiarkey. Anyone over the first level will have more 'MUST' see videos, and listen to audios, and read books, this is a definite MUST. Back now to the police's "TV-Shit". I had a buddy on the force in a small Jersey town in the early 90's, who said the show "COPS", is TV shit. Well, whatever, but dark shadows and its I-Ching, ain't no TV shit. Shortly after my hypnotherapy, in my Somerdale home, around 2 or 3 AM, I threw the 6 Chinese sticks. I was besides myself in the entire 'finding Sarah' matter, literally out of my mind, close to real insanity. I threw the hexagram of DELIVERANCE, and immediately could not hod my eyes open, literally falling into bed with a bright light still above me, on and bright. Next thing I knew, and believe me baby, this was no dream Demi Moore 7th Sign, no way. Boom, within a second I am simply not in my room, but in a brighter and more real truer world and reality. My lovely Queen, Sarah Krassle, came up to me and her exact words to me were, "Hay boy, would U like to play a game with me, called GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS"? This is discussed a bit in MB- Chapter #37. Don't ever friggin tell me that throwing I-Ching wands is TV shit from dark shadows. It is, but the hidden reality of life is that half the so-called 'just tv' stuff, is also very real, in some way. U can bet big bucks on that.

Whether or not, MS>C took me off until I was scrutinized and found to B an OK dude, which I am, or if it is some type of disappearing/re-appearing timeline alteration system, or just site maintenance, or whatever, please accept my apology and rammy behavior, I get up tight in the morning light real quick, when I feel that my first ammendment rights are being big V'd. In any event, it is a great site, and I hope to remain on it, as well as build the foundation's site for Morianity. My sincere apology for implying wrongdoing ever, if indeed, no wrong was done, but admitantly, I am very sesative, and yes, very paranoid. Most people given my life and circumstances would have long gone insane, so I am doing OK, no complaints in that department, as 4 what I have suffered through and endured, I am superman.

Nothing personal Hydraglacia, but why not let the mortal world in on the whole thing. When they jump on board, the interaction can only get far more interesting. None of us can ever reach nirvanic oblivion, so let us make the most of endless existance, and stop hurting and killing each other. The gods, is that so much to really ask??????