Movement Stage 5



I am under super death siege again from the stinking rotten milituforce of Otammskum, or better said perhaps, the LAMIST CULTERS. Kem trails all over me like maggots feasting on the postmordamittes, loud military private planes, Black File Agency private noisy aircraft, [BFA], and many type of other 'what else is new' type harasments , even a library of flashmobbers, to keep me from using computers. I am using Eddie Himacane's laptop and when an opening ever comes up, I will floppy copy onto the Blogger page. [www.blogger.com] Bastard enemies did damage on Saturday morning to my car at my work site, breaking my radiator cooling fan, as I of course had a musically related appointment to attend and had no time to fix the vehicle. Fortunately, and Ha Ha Ha, I kept stopping every 5 miles and put pure antifreeze into the overflow carton so the hot engine could suck it up and into the radiator pipes, and allow me to keep running safely, without causing further damage to my poor whittle'ol engine. Not only did the enemy not win, but I had a super successful time at my appointment , and the lap top is acting a bit wierd, wouldn't let me type the word [appointment] in at first. The dream that occurred at work when I told you all that I lost consciousness around last Christmas time there, and ended up on astral plane with Sarah and Frank Callio, and was told to send flowers to someone in an audition and repitoire department at some recording label. Something huge happened, as I knew the correct person to go to from what mortals call the dreamworld , but before I call on, a huge 6th dimensional attack just happened, major computer hack or something, library lady had to shut off and re-boot, cannot tell U much about good ol’ MUSIC, can I? The power of being able to send your message out [THROUGH MUSIC], is extremely major, and they will have a literal shit-fit, if they cannot properly shut me up and shut me down. Some girl named Angela, if her identity is real according to a floppy that she left in the computer here, messed me up but good, I know it, but of course , nobody will ever listen, to anything I know to be true, they just will not give me 1% the benefit of the doubt. This all comes from the 6th and 7th dimensions, and nothing I presently know how to do is gonna change this hellish reality that I must endlessly suffer through at the hands of these viscious Lamist Culter skumbag hunt-trappers!!!!!!!! Let it B about music and any connection to what I have done with this art in my Mountainpen existence, and kafreakingadamwestboombingzappowbang, they go APE EXCREMENT. Well tough US navy beans for allofem, as I am being enebled to work with a gifted musician, whom had had lots of success in his musical career, and thinks a bit along the lines that I do, where the rest of the so-called normal people will consider us types as ‘the paranoids’. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, I would have it no other way.

They gave me a viscious property damage attack, a viscious health attack blowing out my bowels and making a healthy grown man shit himself at work like a toddler , and the air siege on Labor Day Monday was off the scale bad, as it is again today, Thursday 3 days down the 4th dimensional line. The car damage was to keep me from getting to the people where I went to discuss my musical career, hopefully taking off bigger than during my tiny period of success back in the nineties.

Do not ever underestimate the great intellect of the Chinese civilization, as back in the friggin’ Ming Dynasty, they invented something called I-Ching, a way to learn things that have truer existances in more energetic realities, [THE ASTRAL PLANE], to put it bluntly, what mortals would think of it mistakenly as the ‘LAND OF THE DEAD’. By having six wands that can come up either blank, or with a solid block in the middle of the rectangular stick/wand/whatever, 64 possible combinations can be made of them, or 2 possibilities to the 6th exponential power. 2 to the 6th = 64. These 64 possible ways that these wands can come together after thrown and lined up from top stick to bottom stick are called HEXAGRAMS, and if U think this is made up, crissake, get a book at any library about I-Ching. Yhe hexagram of Deliverence is the one that has huge meaning 4 me. I was out of my mind and unable to find the great SSJKK [SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE]. I had paid 9200 $$$$ to a crooked psychic named Paula Uwich of Glendora NJ, whom used my money to re-do her entire house, and has no conscience and no shame at all. Only the I-Ching saved me, or I would have been institutionalized for the rest of my life, and I would like to take this opportunity now to thank Dan Curtis and all those responcible for creating the soap DARK SHADOWS, and permitting the 6th dimension to operate through them and create the plot with Count Petofi, and his attempt to escape to the year 1969 from 1897, to get away from his jipsey oppressor, King Johny Romano, as in John King, and my lovely Vi-Queen Marylou, whom on the earthrealms humanlife has the existence of Christy Ramono, Queen of the sandbar, and of SSJKK’s very best friends. If this Dark Shadows plot was never a part of reality, and I had not ever seen it on the Non-TV-shit television as a boy of just under 15, then I would have grown up and lost my mind completely, as many undoubtedly feel I have already accomplished this goal. I threw this deliverance hexagram around 1 AM or so on the early morning of a day, neither I, nor the US military, will ever forget, the 7th day of December, in the year AD of 1996. The moment I threw the 6 sticks that were made of wood and waterbased color paint, I aligned them up and it was the deliverance hex. That delivered me from a huge search and quest that was going absolutely nowhere. I almost instantly lost normal consciousness and was more aware of my new surroundings with a heightened reality in my awareness, that cannot be verbally described, one mortal to another. When my queen told me to play the game with her that I refer 2 on other blog chapters and other blogs, this led me to the hotel I stayed at as a boy, where I never thought in a million years or so it seemed to look for her. Afterall, that was the mid 60’s, and this was now the mid 90’s for granddaddy-62’s sake. So the very day after getting up and showered and dressed, I raced down there, and for the first time, met the new motel owners, mister Tahren and his wife misses Rieka Ghandi, on Tennessee Avenue, and just as in the wild I-Ching Trance, cops were indeed swarming all over the area, across the street where the big nasty bulley jagoff Robert McGuire owns the PITTSBURG HOTEL AND ERIN BAR. My new search led me to realize it was John King, not King John, who owned the property next door that was a casino bus garage business. I told you all how a man from Congressman Robert Andrews Office, went down with me and told me people were acting very strange and lying to us, his exact words were,”I’m a Marine, and don’t like being lied 2”. I told U all that a miserable giant teenqueen named Kate, from the Abseacon Dairie Queen fucked with me and wouldn’t serve me for no good reason, while mister Clarence Harris, ASST. to Rob Andrews, waited patiently in the car, waiting on everyone else, and not serving me, for absolutely no reason, she just hated my pathetic little gutts. This angered the Cong.’s assistant, and he never helped me any longer on this, as at first, he thought it might put him and the Congressman, on the map, helping him into the presidency eve, as far out as this may sound, as proving the existence of underground tunnels way under AC, NJ, would in and of itself, B a huge thing, but worm holes and literally STARGATE stuff, years before this was talked about too much, and wo!!!!!! They stole Stargate, and they stole the Seaquest SVU, from my 1994 copyrighted book, [THE PERMISSION BARRIER]. If this is all they ever stole, I could go home right now. Do not even get me friggin’ going!!!!! Study all of my dated blog, MB [MORIANITY BIBLE]. Look at how hollywood and songs come out time and time again, after things I discuss on a legally dated-timed google- blog, happen, not once, not twice, but over and over and over. I buy a computer in 1998 and connect up to the ‘america on line’ system, 2 maybe 3 months goes by, bang, the movie comes out called [You’ve Got Mail]. This is how AOL subscribers are greeted when they dial uped back then, do not know about now, I got out of all this computer stuff, it was driving me nutts, as it is all over again now in the 21st century.

When I tried 2 record the song [SARAH] in mid ’96, I had so many strange outlandish wicked evil things done 2 me, you would be beyond astounded. My own mother was a big doubter of the things that I claimed were happening around me, but she got a viscious taste of my hell at the then [TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK] store, where a huge man from India, told her that he was going to kill her son, me, and kill her as well, if she did not move away from his truck. He had been following us for miles, and then parked a wee ways off from where we parked at the grocery store lot, still watching us like a firkin hawk, and Mom decided to walk over and ask him why, and all hell broke loose. Police when they came wanted no part of helping us, it was truly disgraceful. They wrote up their report backwards, that I was the one that had spoken to the driver of this lime colored green truck, and that it was Mom who had been threatened, not the case buddy boy/buster brown. She was the one that this miserable bastard flock-ducker told that he was “GONNA KILL YOUR SON” , so let me ask any of you mothers out there, how would you feel if this had happened 2 U ? When I said this 2 the 6 foot 8 inch sergeant at the Washington Township Police Station, he told me, “the SOB wouldn’t live here on Earth any more”. Yea, but it’s Ok to brutalize my poor old mon just because we ain’t nobody of clout or importance. We don’t have a police family, and President Bush is not my uncle once removed. No, then, something, you can bet your rotten ass, would have been done about this, but no, treat us like dirt, including both the Gloucester and the Camden county prosecutor’s offices, treated us like shit, and a few years earlier, a nastyass, name of Dick Wilson, @ the CC Pros. Office, called my mother a liar. Shortly before that, a Donna Spanosi slammed a door in my face with us both inside, and then at the top of her lungs, screamed at both me, and my friend David Roth. This all happened, and I’ll say it all in front of any grand jury anywhere, and at anytime, it all happened, a total miscarriage of justice. Much more than all of this went down however. I was stopped over and over again when I tried to record the song that I had written on the 12th of May of’96, SARAH. I had one studio tell me that I “wrote devil music”, I had others treat me so bad that I walked out, a grown man, in fucking tears. I cannot start to list all of the crap, just way 2 freaking painful.

What I will tell U now is that many humans have known and interacted on varying levels, with deities of all sorts and types, and orders of ranking importance. For my MF webpage that is now in the works, you will see some of mans ideas and concepts, and show you the info that survived the many centuries, and then I will go onto tell you in many cases, just Y many of the legends and myths are indeed as they are, such as how a favorite uncle gave the great Sarah Krassle her nickname, that in 4 areas of the mortal world can be, and have been spelled in the following 4 ways, but always pronounced “SKY-LA”, first syllable accented: SKYLA, SKYLLA, SCYLA, and SCYLLA. The final spelling of her nickname has the largest following, and she is a fantastic musician, and has a voice so lovely, it is uncomprehensible to us poor mortals that are conscious here to these 4 dimensions of space and time. She sounds much like the girl that advertises for the Toyota of Vineland auto lot, only the reverberation and other special FX on her voice, are Scylla’s voice just naturally, she is dead ringered to the way these 2 voices sound, when the sound FX are added to the human girl on the promo-spot. Shortly after I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartment complex in Voorhees, NJ, and had been working roughly 10 months at the sound recording studio in Camden, NJ, called Recorded Publications Laboratory, I fell into a very weird and twisted sleep and dream, but no ordinary dream as you would think of. SSJKK was sitting on one of the 2 dozen or so benches outside of the Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffey store at the boardwalk and Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, Earth, forgot the present hyperspace we are in and were in. Ani-who, she sang to me a quite a number of those grouped around, her “new song, LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, a song about her worldly son, my 62nd grandfather, the Lord Jesus, the great Hebrew Messiah. He was a carpenter, and surely believed in love, but Skylla, has a cute little devilish dark side to her, and luvs to play games, as do all the gods and goddesses, to forever distract them from thinking of the hellish reality/truth, that ther is no oblivion, never, ever. Hell=Endless Existance&being aware of it, just that siple Morians & Lessians. She plays the most beautifl instruments, and is most known for her loot, but plays Romblakars and Enzemeters. These astral realm instruments are just way 2 wonderful to try to grasp their sound, but in some attempt at human verbalization, they combine many octaves of both air and string instruments, and they seem to be as though directed by the mind directly, and according to the notes that they are playing, emphasize and de-emphasize lower and higher octave ranges around actual played notes in many many varying degrees. When she plays and sings, especially her lovely Enzemeter, it can drive a mortal man out of his skull, as she throws her very long dark hair all around, and stares at you with eys that can only be described a tiny bit, by the Wheat-Thin cracker commercial, the animated girl, as she climbs out of the swimming pool and opens her eyes. The ad used to show her on a beach flying her kite, very tall, like the real Sarah-Stacey, as she stands 6 feet and 7 inches high in her lovely beautiful bare feet.

When I escaped the Lamist’s in mid July of ’70, and never again returned to the AC, NJ beaches on any regular basis again until my mid-life crises search for the great SSJKK began, school was still 3 weeks or sp away, and I bought an ancient rowboat with a tiny motor, and found a person willing to let me keep in on his dock and let me use it, at the Newton Creek, in West Collingswood, NJ. Thought I could forget my AC,NJ troubles, but not quite jacko, not quite!!!! My Lamistskummers followed me, and did horrific things to me. A powerful blond queen named Dorthea beat the hell out of me and with an ax she chopped my boat to pieces and let it sink in the middle of a dangerous waterway that led straight out to the Delaware River. She tied a rope around me, broke off the motor of the boat, tied the other end of the rope to it and threw me and the motor into the drink. If the dude from the house where I was keeping the boat was not watching her through binoculars, I would have been in some really deep water, in more ways than one. Thank the gods that this evil bulley bitch was a super beauty queen, or he would not have been watching her. When he was going to witness in court what went down, or almost went down, in the water that is, he was threatened in clever Lamist ways, “tell, and next year we’ll make you attend a special-Ed school, as leverage for them 2 do this 2 him was there, as he was starting to get very poor grades the last few months of the prior 69-79 school year, and the girl had family that was in the Board of Education, later they forced me into special Ed as well, these wicked skuz have been taking pounds of flesh from me since boyhood, when I would not submit to their evil stinking cult. Thanks for all the help and fair justice, my lovely wonderful state and federal government. Thank you so much. Dogtown holds special regions for people that are empowered to aid the innocents of this sick perverted world, but instead, just sit and shit on their hands.