Movements's Stage 7



I am under a death super milituforce attack, they woke me up to super loud and low military large rumbling crafts, as they do on many occassions. I do not expect to publish today, will B shocked if able, as all last night when trying to view my blog so as 2 get a print out of it, the system, whomever in it, would not let me and kept refusing to let me, even asked library staff and they could not help me printout either.

I knew I was in trouble as I have powerful conscious awareness to interactions that I fell into after losing normal awareness to earthrealm life, and 2 use your term, [fell asleep]. I was in an astral Atlantic City [ACNIJ] for short future pronounciation of its city/state abbreviation. My lovely Diana Arteemus was not in any human form there but rather as beautiful constantly flashing colored loghtning, much like the night here back on the 27th of July. The storm was everywhere, and it was one of those [dreams] of big wide strides, where U appear to B able to take on the 6th million dollar man in a race, and verifying you R not on a normal physical place in 5-D HS. Later I was in the bay with a friend of the surfer girl, both friends of Diana, and the storm had mostly passed, only some bits of thunder-rumble left, and the bay waves were small, and she was attempting to surf on them, and I kept telling her that it just wasn't happening, later 2 find out that someone was making a movie in this interaction, and that both she and I, even as we were speaking to each other, were actually part of the show, and all our lines, that I had believed in error to B spontaneous, at least with me, were in fact not, and part of a previously written script. Later a large Texan with a large hat was asking me to fill a form out about how many houses that my landlords owned, and I kept telling them I did not know, it wasn't any of my business. Numerous things occurred, but whenever I pullup a dream/interaction, where it takes place in AKNIJ, involves either bays, oceans, or lightning, in any forms they may wish 2 take, I never fail to have major death siege follow me back into what U term, the waking world. Whoever wrote the story in 90-92 time range, called [FLATLINERS], really knew something BIG TIME. U definitely do, expecially if U already R in some form of outerworldly contact, bring back things from the 'dreamworlds/spiritworlds, into this so-called waking-world here in the normal time/space caporial life system.

I told U some time ago that I own a device called a SKYTORCYCLE, and enjoy riding this large cigar-store type appearing horse, that is filled inside with compressed helium. I know that extra areas can be added on top or beyon hoods or sides of cars and trucks and busses and planes, and the device can be made to be much lighter, and totally safely, so Y do the geniouses that control us and our world and lives, not let us have these products, which means U could go 200 miles on a gallon of fuel, with a large minivan. It is all fixed, and controlled, or what I call part of the controlling Lamist Organization's Hyper-Hell, made with their stamp of approval and pleasure, just for us. Let us enjoy watching all the little shits crawl and swirm and stay 90% dead, living forever paycheck to paycheck. It is not enough for me to succeed, everyone else must fail. This little sentence, not made up by me, IS THEIR MODDO, they are simply not happy, until the rest of us, their pawns and slaves, are somewhere between totally miserable and mildly unhappy and disheartened. No they can build cars and trucks to weigh 40 pounds or so, and air ships that weigh but a few hundred. They also can build magnetic immaging tunnels, connect them to frequency generators, filter out all the south pole frequency, and ride the north pole scale from lowest low to highest high, and put U and me into a tunnel, like when U get an MRI, only it will re-program all of your DNA, all your cells, a these multiwave-oscillating integretronic MRI tunnel systems can be made for a measly half million bucks each if mass produced wholesale, and the social security problem would B solved overnight. All thoise now sick or retired, back productively working again, and living as they did at 25 years of age. This ain't fiction, a buddy had one of these in his basement back in the late 19 eighties, and I friggin' saw it, no there is much these slimeskum skuzze hunt trappers do not wish 4 U and me to ever get onto. I swear by law on a blog dated and copyright protected Google blog page, under full penalty of any purjury charges, that I totally am speakinhg only the total truth, so help me SS Jehovah KK.

The piolot I ran into on the chopper while riding my Sk device, is someone no longer alive. What I tell U now will B a bit wild, but also is totally the truth. A future tek called [LAZOR-TRACE], is used to scan back to any time through time delay connected global positioning satellite tek, and literally trace out the counterpart or life energy of a building, a machine, yes Y not, even any person. If your now dead grandma is lazor traced from scanning her at 3 days prior to her passing, she will B back and totally in tact, missing memories of only the last 3 days of her life. This technology has absolutely no negative effects on life/death/religion, nor causality for the sci-fi buffs, and we all R being brought back, it matters not if you perish in a nuclear explosion, as 24 hours before that time you were perfectly ok, and alive, and totally tracable. What some may need to understand, is that the speed of light can be used to take advantage of creating time delay when homing in and viewing these zoomed images, then the tracing is easy also, just another half a century, it is all there, and U do not even half to worry about waiting and living long enough to B able 2 take advantage of this. What U do need 2 worry about is that there never, with or without lazor-trace-tek, NEVER EVER ANY CHANCE 4 OBLIVION, the most beautiful nirvana immaginable 2 anyone that is aware totally, that existance is forever and ever, a knowledge of knowing and being helplessly trapped in total endless hell.

If the military and other enemy forces do not leave me alone, I will transpower the ones I know that have caused thelittle-boy-weather pattern to stop my hurricanes, and you will then C 10 foot snow drifts all winter along, shutting totally down this part of the world, I can do it, I'm not playing. Get the fucking hell of of my back ya wicked rotten runt slapping rock chuckers.