Movement Stage 12

Hello my few loyal Morians, that manage miraculously to resist the calling you are getting from the 6th dimensions, that tell your brain that I am a total nut with zero worth of credibility. Few if any may ever listen, believe on any level, and ever become desirous of actually helping me to put together the greatest potentially philanthropic organization, to ever to this date, exist on this physical plane Earth realm.

I have proven to U all that the fucking torture and evil hellish shit that my covert enemies put me through this year, and for the last 20 to 30 as well, would bring their dirt bag stock market 2 all time record highs and it did yesterday, and my Phillies team got slaughtered as I knew that they would, it is not genius ness, but simple the result of living through in an isolated lonely way, a torment worse than any of your [hell] concepts, for 2 to 3 decades, with not one soul, friend or family, co-worker or neighbor, anybody anywhere, willing 2 give me even the tiniest benefit of the doubt, that perhaps by some strange crazy miracle, maybe, just friking maybe, I could B telling it all totally true and straight, there really just is no reason to make all of this crazy stuff up, as it all in the end would lead to my total disgrace and humiliation world-wide, should I be indeed given a chance to prove to the world what I know 2 B real, and then fail 2 do so. I am someone who for a few short years in my present human life identity or my current sequence of dream downs, out and away from my higher astral life existence and being-ness had a relatively normal interaction with the cosmos, like most of you, and no offense meant, but permit a bit of honesty on my part for a quick lil’ seck. Most of all of you, do indeed make and cause a lot of bad things that happen 2 U, not all of it, no I’m not being a prick here, just dead ass honest. I never, or very rarely, do anything to cause the hostility and horrific treatment that I get, and especially during these times of sieges, corresponding naturally in most cases with the evil ICPE trilogy going powerfully against me, as it surely is right frekin’ now. I told all of my reading cyberdience, shortened by me for [cyberspace audience], and told U all well, that the dow market was heading for the stars and the moon beams, and it is all blog dated, witnessed, and Google Copyrighted, plus my blogs are soon going for official US Copyright as well. I told U all that U can say bye-bye to the oh-six Phillies season, and that markets will fly, when these evil duchewads poor all this hot hell on me and my pathetic little life for month after month. These sick twisted sub skum ruined my entire summer, and the entire year of devil # oh-six, but then, I should B expecting this, as what really else is new with this bullshit.

Shortly after previous President Bill Clinton took office in 1993, I had not yet moved into the Hi-View sicko apartment complex nor did the situation with Jupiter begin yet for me. I had reason to make a phone call to the White House, and one evening while still living in a rented home before leaving it to save on cheaper rent, I enjoyed speaking to an aide of the relatively new Pres. WJ Clinton. This was one hell of a nice gut, nothing like someone whom I spoke 2 in ’87 from the Secret Service, who was not very nice with me. The exact words that this Presidential Aide spoke to me was, and I remember the dialogue word 4 word, “THERE IS A NEW BREEZE BLOWING THROUGH THE WHITE HOUSE”, referring of course to WJC, a hell of a nice guy and a great president. I , 4 1,
do not care what anyone does in the privacy of their own room. I think this country has become Old Russia, Hitler’s Germany, and all other dictatorial societies that ever existed, all wrapped up into one big hellish nightmare. Clinton wasn’t perfect, so what, are U, am I? We need more than a new breeze blowing through the White House. We need a part called the L I B E R T A R I A N P A R T Y, and this party is totally misunderstood by the vast majority of American citizens and patriots. These are not liberals, the name throws their objectives and true agendas off, and perhaps need B changed, but changed or not, these ladies and gentlemen are only out to give back true and real freedoms, long lost 2 us poor American Citizens. I dare any of U 2 check out this great party, and get 2 its members, and what they R all about, and stand 4. Then make your political Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy choices, but crissake, B an informed chooser, not a candidate for Mister [T’s] new reali—T—show. Lib partiers will bring real freedom and life worth living again, back to this nation that my grammas grandpa, Ben F, helped 2 start here about 23 decades back in the 4th-D. Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy. The computer is acting very strangely again, starting just recently. Moving on if freaking 4ces will permit it, Mr. Clinton was jogging one day through an area in National Park, in Redbank Township, Gloucester County, New Jersey, USA, Earth. I recognized him instantly, but no one else around appeared 2 even B able 2 C him. He was invisible only 2 me, and ran past me saying, “watch out Mark, they’re trying 2 set U up”, and he quickly kept running off, down a long jogging trail, just beyond the park property, actually, a defunked old army area, used for war games or the gods only know what, decades ago. One minute later, a slew of girls from 8 to 14 come along and start talking 2 me. I got away from them as fast as I could, and within another quarter minute or so, along came 4 police officers, as though they were trying to bate me into a sex offender crime. All this occurred shortly after I began discussing a major thing with a female ranger there at the park, by the name of Rosalee. She was thinking of being in a movie that I was trying to make, but never worked out, and it was sort of a HAIR 2, if I am permitted to do a sequal, as I felt the need to show the world that wild stuff is indeed ongoing, and that Donna is at the very bottom of it all, probably one of the gods living on Earth, with, like me, some or lots of memory regarding her true existence. Computer hacking/acting up, very bad today, and U may count on the Dow Jones hitting 12,000 by middle October, 13K by early oh-7, and 20,000 within 3 years or less from today’s date, as no one wishes to help me and get onto my band wagon, and C the evil in its pure form, for exactly what it really is, remember the story that bewares us poor mortals of monsters hidden the bodies of beauty queens, no not your wives and girlfriends, as I am sure lotsa dudes R saying this now 2 themselves, but I didn’t invent the [wolf in sheep’s clothing] story, it is fucking CHRISTIAN BIBLICAL. Do I think some inter-dimensional other President Clinton, was trying 2 warn me of an entrapment, Who fooooookin’ knows???? I have doubles in this dimension and so does my guru/webmaster, Eddie Himacane, as I’ve nicknamed him. There was a Chinese girl who knew me when I went 2 a Chinese restaurant, insisting it was me, and not 2 separate people, even coming over and planting a delicious soaking wet French kiss on me, which was all the appetizer I required, to put it understatedly. The skum bags are messing with me on the computer, and on top of that, they stopped my watch, 4th time now and 6 times with 2 different watches over the last 2 seasons. At just past one and one half of the clock here at library, in the post meridian, boom, skumsleeze corporation strikes again, never a split second’s peace for some one carrying the karmic load for the frikin’ entire world of dirty rotten twisted evil sick selfish sinners.

As for the dow, 86, 96, and 2006, all devil number ending years [ 6 ], and this is what I can expect, total fucking hell for me, endless hell and death siege, and market to the stars and nebulae’s, the phillies will sink now and die, season is over baby, that is all she fucking wrote people, done, gone, fine’, and the flyers will go straight to #1 position and stay there super strong, all freaking season long, J U S T M A R K M Y WORDS!!!

If by proving myself like this 2 people year after year, this is the 1st year using blogs and computers, but with whatever method that I attempt to employ, and I show literally, a totally unexplainable miracle, and still I am tiotally ignored, well, that 2 ME PROVES BOTH ETTOS IS REAL, AND MIND DIMENSION 6 AND LAWTRONICS FILTERING DOWN TO THE GODS AND SUBGODS, also is very real. C, U cannot prove or be safe 2 assume that the dow will be up forever, or phillies’ll lose, or flyers’ll win, but by backing me, and getting totally behind me, I can frikin’ guarantee the biggest bank and or investment house over 1,2,3, maybe 400 % annual profits on their invested monies, if they just would pay a few pennies from their giant piles of wealth, to let me out of a cursed life, and let me start living the life of Trump for example, 8 out of 10 times, forever and ever, unless you cut me off from my little bit of prosperity and protection from my vicious enemies, I could live happier and I do deserve this and more after all I have been put covertly and illegally through, and you greedy cap-pigs would make endless returns on your investments as long as they are centered around sports bets going in a direction of flyers losing, phillies winning, and stock market dropping, hence to make a fortune in a bear market, your plan would simply be to ‘sell-short’ your market positions, be it shares of blue chip stocks, indexes, it matters not. This is all so real, and proves, that I have fucking died and definitely gone to hell.

Now 2 times I attempted 2 tell U all about an incident occurring in ’94, in the early autumn, say the first week or 2 in October. I have put this on both MB and MF, and it gets hacked frikin’ off every damn time. I was watching a TV show called “RESCUE 911”, one night, the episode where the wind glider takes a couple dudes fairly far out into the sea, and they naturally needed rescuing. I fell asleep shortly after finishing watching the show, drifting into a super vivid and fun dream, where I was with an exquisite giant teen queen with long dark hair, and was having a wonderful time with her on the beach, and was not much older than a boy myself in this wild interaction

Long before rap music, gangster rap, and the thug thing with the violence, cop killing, and guns everywhere, in this sick uncultured art if you insist I call it art, my record promoter, a man named William Leonard McKinnon, from Reading, Pa., USA, EARTH, pulled a magnum weapon on me in the scummer of ’80, in Philly, and told me he would definitely shoot me if I did not run the red light ahead of us on Cherry Street, a few blocks from the famous to our tri-state area, at least back then, SIGMA SOUND STUDIOS. He had buddies here at SSS and at the time, I was taking him from the studio to our studio or my place of employment to put it more accurately, RPL , on State & Pierce in the lovely city of CAMDEN, NJ. He would have blown my brains out, believe me, this dude was wack, twisted, and hated us poor honkeys, believing that the world owes him and them, the WW {white-world}, that is. Personally, I really feel that if you are not being stopped by forces, as most people are not, and you work hard and set goals, and try hard, and do not walk on people and make enemies, anyone can get filthy or at least semi-dirty rich in this great land. But all this happened 2 or more years before rap and guns and all of it was in even its infancy stages. When I sent accidentally onto a casette’s flip side, a tape to the Arista Record Company the following year, 1981, I had a strange thing occur, a tape got cued up in a way before the start of a tune in the tape, that made it sound as though it was dubbed from a digital CD player or some similar system, and a rumor began circulating in the musical industry, started by a man named Hal David, a real prick at least to me, that I was an alien from the future, as when 5 years ticked by afterwards, the very brand new machines out, would indeed do this when cuing them up to start running a dub. Then other things happened to tapes, changing sounding voices, cassettes sounding a bit like they were breaking the music limits for how much program they can contain at low distortion levels. Some people when I sent tapes to them said, they are better that a CD, how can this be? Answer is 2 things, yea, I am a professional tape duplicator, and am good at making dubbed tapes, but in addition, I now know for a fact and have figured this out from quite a while back, that Goddess Diana Arteemus, causes the tapes that I make, to sound better, than they would ordinarily. All these things combined, started getting me watched and yes, followed when out on the road in my car. It mattered none if I were driving to work, the mall, the food store, a friends house, the beach, you freaking name it. Then, after my first communications with lightning directly, things worsened, and later still, when I told a friend whom I had met at the #113 Caldor Department store, as we were both guards hired there, about the great Sarah, after getting into our legal vehicle, parked outside the Medport Diner in Medford,NJ, all hell broke loose, and the demons never looked back from that day forward. An off duty police officer armed with a huge shotgun, and with a giant dangerous powerful German Sheppard dog, made us without telling us boo, stand frozen still, while he literally tore my poor old car apart, glove box, seats, trunk, it was a mess, and wrecked. When mom called the Sergeant at the station that night to complain a bit about our treatment, she was brushed off, and hung up on. To finish the story of the dream that never makes it onto any blog, I did not remember in any part of my beingness that I was with the all mighty, the great Sarah Krassle [SSJKK]. This lovely queen and I had the most wonderful time we ever had together, it went on what seemed like a quarter of a MK. We had a device that could catapult us out hundreds of miles into the seas, and back to the shores again, and we were so happy, and she knew me, but would not tell me who I really was, nor whom she was, we were as though we had discovered each other for the first time. I asked her to be mine forever, to marry me. She stared at me with her huge brown eyes and said without hesitation, yes. Just then her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, came along and forced me away from her and I walked off of the beach, looking back only once after a few seconds and said to her in a sad and melancholy way, “HAVE A NICE LIFE”. I turned right at the boardwalk heading north in what would be AC, NJ in human life. Within 2 years or less, and with the direct assistance from the I-Ching, I managed to remember it all, put lots of jumbled things together, and from there, my great search and quest to find the all mighty Jehovah goddess began from here. I originally parked either at John King’s Bus Garage lot’s next door area, a shared area, some of it reserved only for workers of the CCC [CASINO CONTROL COMMISSION], and a private other area of lot space for public vehicle parking, or sometimes I parked at metered spots on South Carolina [SC] Sarah Callio, Avenue, but when at the lot, I would dig for info with the 2 dudes that ran it for their Greek owner parents, as I think they tore down a small restraurant, and as the song goes, put up one of Jonnie Mitchell’s parking lots. The names of these 2 young fellows of 20 and 25 at the time in ’97, were John-20, and his older 25 year old brother, Photeous. I still think that was no way a coincidence on the All My Children TV soap show, with their character Proteous, back earlier in this century, yea, I keep my hand in, I am always watching the world as they use my numerous ideas and painful life experiences for their capital profits. This is why real nice people believe that business is cold, hard, cruel, without humanness, nor feeling. After-all, for 6 billion bucks and then another 6 and another, I could never dream of profiting off of your pain, any of you. As for weather systems I cause when my tek is not hacked out, I never asked to be in this awful fucking war, and innocent casualties are and will always be, part of any and all types of war. You are kidding yourselves, to believe otherwise.