Movement 26

Lots of milituforce crap all over me today, and starting yesterday at the Abseacon Burger King, where Ed and I were taking pix for the website of the next door property that I refer 2 as Giant Kate's Dairy Queen. A slew of jet fighters were right over us, and the skies 2 this minute, today, Thursday morning, are still buzzing and thundering as if World War Ultimate, was about to be launched.
Here are a few great website hyper links, and if you go to the first one that I list, click onto the Krassleville, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, Diana's Code Cabin, the Olympian Province, and finally, the Great Ricktown Manor, and read all of these texts. I make nothing up that I am claiming 2 B part of my being-ness, as the total and real ME. So here are some site links U cannot afford 2 miss out on!!!!

www.morianity-foundation.com
www.Eckankar.njorg.com
www.acmua.com
www.acbp.com
www.acpd.com
www.style.com
www.firedoglake.com
www.kemtrails.com
www.secretsfromthenextdimension.com


No matter what else does or does not happen, getting my own used cheap computer is a must, in the near future. No more library and road F L A S H M O B S, and many other annoying harassments, giant Paula King bully types, etc. Ed can get me a great deal, will B able 2 fight these shit eater enemies, and not leave the relative safety of my own residence. Some day, these Brigger-turds, will go 2 far, and get exposed 4 what they do 2 me, and B totally destroyed by legal means. Everywhere I went yesterday, at a social dinner, an Acme store, a Burger King, the list is endless, 5 or 6 different places, all were loaded by girls a head taller and more, and the average height according 2 official medical community reports that I have made sure to get, 4 my Otamm-Evidence file, tells me that these giant sluts are not the normal averages for womens' heights, not even close.
Never feel please, any of U out there than wish 2 C me come to harm and destruction, that just because I have not as yet mentioned an incident that occurred in my miserable and hellish life, that I will not B talking about it in future writings and blogs, or that I have forgotten, as I have forgotten nothing, not a single small detail of all of it, and I'll be damned in hell if it does not all get eventually told, whether people read and or believe any of it or not, your God, knows I am telling the absolute truth, screw all of U, as that is all that matters 2 me. For example my book, copyright in 1994, THE PERMISSION BARRIER, talks about colony 256, and colony quna, and then the ERKLE SHOW, the snot snort king, comes along with his Aunt Ouna from Altoona, pronounced like the colony mentioned in my TPB book, only without the [Q] sound in front of the word. Who played Erkle's Aunt Ouna, on this hit television show of the nineties, but good-ol' disco's dynamite darling, DONNA GAINES SUMMER.

I made an error in my blog before, I said that Stacey influenced the naming of certain things, remember she is the goddess of power and names. Names have power, and literally R power. Doubt this and just go out alone into a strange bar where U R not known in, and start [naming] some big dudes, bad names, and naming their wives and girlfriends some real wrong names, like slut and whore. Names have power. Anyway, she influenced man to name her great OCEAN, her great human world CITY, her COUNTY, and the town of ATCO, short for her county name, Atlantic County, just too many freaking coincidences. Atco is where she chose for her cousin DZA-lightning, and me, to meet, through the Privecode machine. Another error from prior blog, sahwee, again, and as they have [ettosed] me 2 do on many occasions, I typed in [electronic], instead of electromagnetic, when typing in the ETTOS non-abbreviation, ELECTRMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMMISSION SYSTEM.

THESE 2 LIBRARY FLASHMOBS, both within a ten day period, and at 2 different libraries, are a real weapon used by the enemy, and even was shown in a plot on the famous CSI hit television show. They went on at the shows end, this was 3 or so years ago, saying that this new evil thing is real and is done from time to time. People get text message codes or calls on their cellular telephones and a code number or word is inserted, and it tells the receiver of the call, where to go, and when, and what to do when the full flash mob is all assembled together, and a description of the target, and the agenda, is also given. The show announcer said that this is not fictional, and was indeed part of the show's plot that night, where a flash mob came out of nowhere, and in a covert and non provable way, did things to impede and interfere with the crime scene unit investigators. They admitted that this new club, chaptered in [locals], but is universally headquartered and fully organized, is for the bored scum bag people with time on their hands, and that are the type by nature, always looking 4, and 2 start trouble. Speaking of flashmobs, Donna’s crew is back at the library, and I am forced 2 use a defective computer. The space bar was broken or hacked and you needed the eyesight of an eagle to see the screen, those weird things that you look down into, my days of being young are long gone, and never did I have good eyes. I am on another machine now, and 2 huge brothers are on the others that normally R available. Do not think it is the same group that cursed and threatened me back on the first of August. I know I am being screwed with, and finally, YES, so does my webmaster Eddie Himacane. Took him a while, but he is convincing himself finally, to see the light, and not Donna’s Morning Light!!!!!!!! Pukey scummy kids are and have been on a real roll lately, especially, the brothers, but all of them. It has been 20 or more years since I have taken so much abuse of various kinds from the young. Everywhere I go for the past month or so, younger and younger slutty girls are acting ridiculously flirtatious with me as well. Thought this one bitch was going to try to have her way with me upon walking out of a Chinese restaurant about 10 days back, total whore, Christ I am 52 years old, pick on guys your own age, ya silly little bitches.
Now 4 the giant story, not girl, on wacktion news. I am on a program that caps my income at my part time job, called the NJ Workability Plan, for those on Social Security Disability, as I have been on this since Donna the great drove me insane, and began collecting the benefits in the mortal year 1994. As I speak, another giant girl just came in and is using the machine next to me, there is no way in hot hell, that so many giant scum bags are just randomly appearing out of nowhere, but let me go onto tell you, that although it may appear to many that I rag on and trash talk the country or the military, or women, or whatever, it is simply not what is happening. I am only against those in these organizations and locations, that 4 the gods only know what reason R endlessly plotting my non-ending torment and misery, and eventual total demise. I have not one single problem with, nor complaint against, the armed services, the government, the system, yes as we 60’ers said once, THE ESTABLISHMENT. But I am indeed in some terrible war with an organization of unknown origin that is made up of military, big businessmen, government agents, cult members and some 5th element that may lie out beyond these 4 just mentioned, and naturally this means, coming from, originating from, and having its source origins on, THE ASTRAL PLANE. Their name and the gods know that I indeed do personally know it, is the LAMIST BRIGGER CULT. You believe what U want, my troubles all stem from the fact that I personally am carrying the weight in this ridiculous game of the gods called KDSG, or KARMIC DEBT SALVATION GAME. When they started the sub-game, ICPE, or this shit I endlessly suffer through with persecution that directly is caused to affect the outcomes of the Phillies, Flyers, and Dow Jones market, my life literally terminated on the 15th day of the August month in the mortal world calendar year of our Lord, my 62nd grandfather, of 1986. I had just come back to what you all think of as consciousness, and awakening from the dream-world, after spending 5 months in a parallel reality, in Atlantic City, with a parallel universe Donna Summer. Her name was Phyllis Alexander, and she was employed by the now Atlanticare Health System, called then, the Atlantic City MEDICAL CENTER. www.atlanticare.com Try clicking into this H.L. and read about the place. Anyway, back to my anti-diversion, as I was speaking 2 U all about the really big story on the WACTION NEWS. I am allowed to earn a maximum monthly remuneration from my employer, and remain on my benefits that I am on since /////THE GREAT SCUMMER//// drove me nuttier than 1000 fruitcakes. Since my company recently was bought out by another outfit, the way employees are paid changed, going from weekly checks, to bi-weekly checks, and since the most I could ever B paid before the company made this change over was 5 weeks pay in a month, my gross weekly maximum was just under the amount allowed me by law, when 5 pays would come in a calendar month, as opposed to only 4 pays. Now, with the bi-weekly pay system, 2 months per year, instead of receiving the usual 2 pays, a third pay comes in a month, but now, 3X2= 6 pays, where as before 5X1 was the max on 2 months each year. Well, this 6th week amount of pay puts me over the 830 smacks max allowed by the Workability of New Jersey Program, and I need when this occurs, to call off for a week that month, and hope to make up a night here and there over the next few months to balance out a problem, that I had no part in creating, as I never ever am the creator of my troubles, TROUBLE ALWAYS SEEKS ME OUT, AND FREAKING FINDS ME!!!!!!!!! But before I went to work, and U can all go 2 hell that do not wish to entertain hyper and inter dimensional movements in reality, that indeed do happen 2 me, and maybe 2 all of us with the vast majority just 2 non-receptive 2 take stuff seriously that happens 2 them, but now I came home from my Monday midnight to 7A.-Shift, to a universe in hyperspace, totally different in several major ways, from the one I was in when leaving for work the night before. Suddenly I call my security inspector and tell him I need the following weekend off. I go later that day to AC, NJ, to a meeting regarding things mentioned in prior blogs, the programs offered 2 assist limited earners to save an additional amount for a car replacement purchase. And also to try 2 put me in some kind of musical publishing firm, where I can write songs and be paid a salary, as opposed 2 those that think they stand a snow balls chance in Dogtown of striking it rich with becoming a star, or selling a song to a star for millions. So anyway, I get down to Atlantic City for my meeting, and see a calendar on the wall, in the office of the person that I was discussing the situations that I just mentioned. I thought my pants and underwear were about to turn browner than shoe police. Suddenly, the 2006 month of November, was all different, and the very first thing that I said to the person I was with, the same lady that I mentioned telling of the Fascitar 6/10 astral projection method, “my gods, is that the 2006 calendar hanging on your wall”? She looked at me nonchalantly and said, “Yes it is, why”? Wo, the whole month suddenly was not the same that it was when I left 2 go 2 work on Sunday night at around 11:25 Post Meridian, P.M. I had called my security inspector from home as I had planned 2 do, to give him a weeks notice 4 my off time, and now, I find myself like fucking magic, in a month where I do not get 3 bi-weekly pays, only 2, and now, I call off a week, losing another to boot.   Did somebody say MIRROR, MIRROR, Mister Rotten Berry??????????? This stuff happens to me over and over, I am not fucking crazy, it is godsdamn real as frightening, and U R all alone in a nightmare where nobody in the entire world believes U. I called my security inspector back from the office in AC, NJ, that I was in, caught him still there and fortunately with the midget briggers smiling on me 4 a change, the luck of the Irish decided 2 smile on me for a rare change, and he let me change it to the following month that I would need the week off from work, and he put me back on shift 4 this weekend. But because of the trance out at work, where I re-visited the interaction, where Scylla the Great, was singing her special song to me, LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS, that I came out of in the early June 1980, and was actually done in a timeless condition, not a location where space nor time has real substance outside the substance needed to make the interaction, and because I must have in ways even I am yet not totally sure of, caused major redistribution of lower and cruder energies, that warp and bend and break pieces of 4th and 5th dimensional space, this caused me to jump way over, and more than just a few trillionths of a picorel, off of centerline hyperspacial reality. It always causes week and unbalanced fault lines to go as well, and in late December 2 years ago, I intentionally did this, 2 retaliate 4 my mother’s murder the day after Christmas of 1997. She did not actually move to Ricktown Manor until the mortal world date of March the 4th, of 2K, but she suffered greatly, and was never the same, and the nightmare of it all was beyond hellish 4 me as well. So I tranced out and moved off centerline a big way then in oh-4, to get them back for both the attack in Turnersville, and the attack in my own Somerdale home. The trance allowed me to re-hear and sing in dual consciousness, the lyrics to the song, the real words that the great SSJKK sang to me on the boardwalk, back when I was dreaming it was the first week of June of ’80, and living at 4th & Preston, at the Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJ, USA, Earth.
First, NT RED, BOOK ONE, SOME RECENT GOVERNMENT AGENTS WERE WALKING THROUGH Ricktown Manor’s halls, saying this over and over 2 each other, hope U guys enjoyed the remote viewing astral trip. Now 4 the real lyrics 2 [LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS], the version that the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE does not have, but will, and this is all claimed by me on the mortal world, written by your great God all mighty, in infinity, for me. Google and Pyre Labs, bear witness, that the song already is in existence, but with different lyrics and closely related melody and exact music track, already sits in the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS. Every time I try 2 do this, noisy music and ringer tones and bothersome sounds in general, start ganging up all around me, I know that the 4ces are veheminantly against this. Here goes maybe the end of mortal world life as we know it:

I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’m the Great Stacey, oh I’m the Great Stacey, I AM
I have no beginning, for me there’s no ending, the Great SCYLLA Goddess I AM
Yes I’m the Great Stacey; I’m in My Great City, with colors and lights all around
My friends and my VIQUEENS are all with ME here
And Heaven does surely abound.

There is someone special, a boy who is fleshal; he dreams he is living down there
A place far away from his home by the bay,
But yet while he sleeps, I still care
I call him THAT BOY, his name is THAT BOY, and he will forever be MINE
And though far away, he’ll be back here one day,
With his Stacey who loves him divine.

So stand here I do with my song written new
To tell THAT BOY just how I feel
He cannot remember his place with Me here
While I sing in his dreams that are real
When one day too late, he’ll come looking for me
He’ll no longer know who I am
Remembering a girl from his little boy world
And doing his best to forget who I am

I am your Stacey, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY; I’m more than a girl at the shore
I sent her to you so that you’d love me to, but instead you forgot even more
Oh I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’M SARAH-STACEY; I AM,
Love is for carpenters; love is for carpenters, life’s not all jelly and jam.
I miss you THAT BOY, and I named you THAT BOY, I love you beyond any name
I sang for you there at your favorite square, forgetting our love was ashame.

Still I sing in your dreams, and I send you moonbeams, while you gaze at my long light brown hair
Yes love is for carpenters, love is for carpenters, it seems you forgot how to care
So when you get home and see me on TV, and should it all come back to you
Just stay there at home and be all alone, don’t pick up the phone, and do not call me.

I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’m the Great Stacey, oh I’m the great Stacey I AM.
I have no beginning, for me there’s no ending, the Great Scylla Goddess, I AM
Yes I’m the Great Stacey; I’m in my great City, with colors and lights all around
My friends and my VIQUEENS are all with me here,
And Heaven does surely abound.


This is the way the real L O V E I S 4 C A R P E N T E R S, was written, in infinity, and on the Great worlds of the phase 2 Astral reality. Retrieving these lyrics is a major event. They were written in infinity and below it on the GREAT ASTRAL REALMS, what man would mistakenly think of and term, the land of the dead, or the spiritual world.

There is much to say, and much is happening, and much more will B occurring as time continues 2 unfold in mortal illusion. 4 right now big brown eyed girl Kal, Kali, 10/4 and C ya soon JR, oh, a mistake was made in prior blog, it was JR on the Flatliners that said to Kiefer S. “ C U soon”, and put the mask over his face, before they flat lined him, well, he can hear Stacey not only sing the song, but hear her lovely voice, and her beyond mortal description playing of her wonderful Enzemeter, a great astral world instrument, but hard as hell to play, but what is hard for the great SSJKK, the all mighty????