Movement Stage 10


This has been the worst summer, the worst month, the worst week, and another abominable day, and all because 4 the most part I am takeing on, single handedly, the entire 6th dimension. Mr. Spok could only say it so damn well, VERY ILLOGICAL THING 2 DO.

Today, I made 2 seperate trips to Kinkos, not Kinky's as in prior blog error, and all I get is major hostile attitudes, and total crap. I pay to get a whatchamacallitthing that looks like a key on a lifeguard's whistle, transfered to a floppy, it does not work, not enough memory inside these silly squashed martian hats or whatever, to do the picture graghics. Don't try to make any of it make sence to me, it just does not make any. I can put picture after picture onto one of these, I have one containing both my lightning goddesses, and family members, downloaded from other websites, yet I draw a simple frontage floor plan to the RICKTOWN MANOR, for a web page I'm trying to create, and antivoile, zippio, nadadio,and zilcho. Don't try to explain this computer junk to me any more, it is a big game played by the 6th dimension of mind downplayed into the interacions of the gods. The gods that are entities of pure energy, springing out of the mind dimension onto astral level interactions to begin with, and later, continue to exist in physicallity through their dreams as humans, are still no more than the derivatives of lawtrons, doing their thing from the 7th dimension, and as I speak, as I do not have enough runt slapping puke 2 deal with, I am getting a low flying skumbag enemy military chopper flying over the library, where I am presently typing this.

I am not fighting human beings, military, government, fortune Lamist 50, 500, 10, or whatever, and on infinitem. I am fighting and struggling and wrestling with the land of the unconscious, some call it the sub-conscious, it is the same damn thing. Conscious mind creates one type of interaction. Sub or Un 'conscious' mind, both very real, createa different type of interaction. Start concentrating on the fact that you have to breathe or else you cannot llive, and fixate on this for 1, 2, 3 hours, and begin to see that I, on the other hand, am stuck like this, fixated on my eternity in hell. It will never fucken' stop nor end 4 me, NEVER, NEVER, FREAKING EVER, can you at least try tp grasp my shit eating suffering?????

Speaking of meditative practices, I was talking a few stages back on the blog of MF, telling my readers that the magic to astral projection, as is known by the Fasatar-all-knowers, was to feel super divinely blissful by meditating on whatever you personally would love to be happening to you at the very present moment, and then to daydream it so to speak just as hard as you can, a short 30-60 second daydream, and do this exactly 10 times, but I erred a bit. I told you to then silently command your astral body to leave you in 3 hours after asleep and out of normal awareness, but I never told you that this must not be done only once, but exactly 6 times. The magic here is in the combining 10 and 6, ten daydream meditations of short duration, followed immediately by 6 astral body silent commands, and then, just forget it all, relax, and drift off into sleep. Within 3-9 times of practicing this, any and every person, can prove to themselves, that death is total fucking bukllshit, and that you do not live in your tru real isness of being, in just a physical caporial way.

Since the enemy wants to hurt me so incredibly bad and visciously with their detestable and pure evil covert tactics, I will tell you that the warp at the RPL sound studio, the one about 94 feet over street level over John King's Park Casino Bus Garage on Tennessee Avenue, in AC, NJ, and the one at Cooley Hall just off King George Highway, in Haddonfield, NJ, are all connected up together. One night when the disco queen was somewhere between 7 and 10 years old and going by the name of Donna Adrianne Gaines, later in stage name as DONNA SUMMER, she and I were both on Haddon Avenue in Westmont New Jersey, USA, Earth. She had a bicycle, old and off-reddish in color, and was talking to me and telling me all kinds of secrets that were very dear and close to her and her life in a very personal way. She told me that when she grows up I will be her mystery man and she will always wonder certain things about me, and in exchange 4 me telling to her some of these things, she will make it known to me that all of this was real, even before it occurs in my wakeful life, and when I woke up from this experience, I drove down to a 7-11 store, and bought a Courier Post Newspaper with my very last dime, and later after reading some want ads, called up RPL, applied for the job of TAPE DUPLICATOR, and 12 hours later, the phone rang and I was hired overnight, like out of a James Patterson freaking novel. Donna is not my enemy, but she is someone whom I fear greatly, as I believe that Sarah and her, when they want to be, are like Kent and soup, [1 and the same].

The Crazy Intelligent Aliens [CIA], are not from here, they took over the planet after the end of WORLD WAR 2, and broke off into other sections like the NATIONAL RECONISANCE OFFICE, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, AND THE BLACK FILE AGENCIES, {NRO, NSA, BFA]. Humans are not doing all of this 2 me, and as scripture planey staI do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers, and spiritual wickedness in very high places, just read the friggin' word of God, I do not make any of this up, and soon, I will do a huge miracle, and the world will know that I am His 62nd grandson, PRAISE THE LORD !!!!!!!!!