Movement Stage 23

Well, it s over my Morians. They have wrecked my website somehow. Now, instead of the free sites, I will B using pay a pay site. If then, I am interfered with and stopped from legally expressing my opinions on the internet, I can run to an attorney and S U E. Everything must forever B calculated now with super intricate back up plans, these runt slappers only think that they’re gonna stop me bwaby-wuv.

Want 2 know some secrets that’ll turn your clothes into a toilet, if not, STOP reading???? I know that I am only communicating with the actual scum bag entities and forces that have been doing this shit to me all my life and especially after I told David Roth outside the Medport Diner, in Medford, NJ, USA, Earth, about the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle. No real as U would think of the word, person/human being, is reading any of my stuff, I know this, as the gods are totally stopping it, there is just way too much they need 2 B covered up. They have total control over everything, from internet, word processing programs and hacker humans, weather, animals, machines, and so forth. Before leaving the fucking residence this morning, something got unplugged with no rhyme nor reason, and I will have lots of work to do in order 2 repair the problem when I get home later. Then on the way to Circuit City Store, they made me run into a fucking clock that said eleven-eleven, as U may or may not B aware, I will B switched by the devil itself before writing/typing those four miserable one digits back to back in a row. The reason that I went to Circuit City Store, was because yesterday I spoke with a fire-dog technician who told me to drop by after eleven this morning and they would try to help me, and gave them my phone number in case of a cancel out. They never called, and when arriving there today, the TEK said basically, but politely,”SCREW-u.”Now I am at the library in Voorhees Hockey Township, letting U know that I’ll B on the telephone to the regional office of the store, to a complaints manager, to tell them, they have lost me as a valued customer permanently. Fuck with me all U want, and get it back, as you will all have to literally murder me 2 stop my voice and shut me the shit up. Should have known it was all going 2 go wrong, when on the phone they said that FIREDOG is mixed up in all of this, www.firedog.com. This is not 2 B confused with, or at least I do not think so, the web address, and a good 1, www.firedoglake.com but it could B the same, do not know 4 absolute certainty.
It seems Ed Himacane just logged on with his laptop to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION’s website, and received a CRASH NOTICE. Sometime just after good old satanic fucking HALLOWEEN, THE SITE WAS TROJANED or as I call it, a flash-crash worm was installed to my server. Hope my server is reading this, and has read all of my blogs, and is willing 2 work with me, should these events continue to happen, as we all need to file a complaint with LAW ENFORCEMENT, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, AND ETC.
Now 4 the secrets: To retaliate for all of these non ending constant and continuous attacks. Secret #one: Donna Summer has a small compact in her brown purse that is no ordinary thing bra. This can totally control the warp triangulation system of which I make numerous mention of in my blogging, the MORIANITY BIBLE, AND THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION. What I mean is that the 3 places in the real DEVIL’S TRIANGLE, the one at RPL Sound Recording Studios, the one on Tennessee Avenue near the boardwalk, in Atlantic City, NJ, USA, Earth, and the one just off of King George’s Highway in Haddonfield, NJ, in a building called the Cooley Hall of Hopkins Lane. She has total control of it all, and has totally destroyed my life. Get a copy of the BIOGRAPHY show on the A&E Network, on this lady, and watch how her mother went on and on taliking so openly about ‘things’, and I spelled the word TALKING, not ‘taliking’, ratio,ration,dation,datio, any RA or DA, in the start of a word when talking about anything that the story really surrounds in its full reality, the ASTRAL PLANE, obviously can have an N appear at the end of the word, but it does not necessarily occur. The U can grow an M, or not, as well, many times while telling my story, and since the story is all really about the Astral Plane, you will C typed in the blog text, the U, or Um. I am not doing it, the hack is DIRECT-ASTRAL, being ETTOS’d to a hacker 2 do this to the Word Processor program, or it comes straight out of the SP itself, by-passing this step. Donna thinks it is all funny, wearing the wig that resembles the long brown hair of the great Sarah-Stacey, and on and on and on and on. Here is a secret U won’t soon believe, or Um. When I was 20 and one half years old, I went 2 C a guy in an old school building, in Atco, NJ, USA, Earth. Atco is named for abbreviation of ATLANTIC COUNTY. Just as Leprocons on Earth mortal realms come from usage of 3 word pronunciations, Olympian provincial controllers. These very powerful magical and nasty entity creatures are the midget-briggers, living in the GREAT PROVINCE OF OLYMPIA, ON THE GREAT ASTRAL PLANE, [phase 2 realty, dreamed out and away from the true void infinity itself.] All residents of the BRIGGBASE are like the combined military forces of the earth, ALL OUT OF CONTROL AND WILD, AND EVIL AND ROTTEN TO THE CORE. Donna caused my singer, Tahren, not the motel owner that the REAL 8 Motel system bought the old Trinidad building from, this Tahren, is a girl, to get arrested in the great state of Delaware for doing a little Mary-Jane, [pot], and in the days of mid 1980, I had not yet put totally together, how all these things are all plotted together to endlessly fuck with all of my plans, wreck my life, and never let anything that I want, to ever happen, NEVER EVER, I did not say hit and miss, I said NEVER EVER. Why all this from my lovely disco queen? She is one and the same person with Sarah, when she as Sarah, wants 2 B, that is Y. A fan whom she never met in her life, a shitty little ugly poor fat scrimpy nobody, and she just goes 2 all this trouble 2 suddenly start wearing her hair just the way Sarah does, and the same color, and on and on, not buying it for a nana-suck. One night in late 1981, while at RPL, at work, I heard the music track of Lost Love on some radio station in Philadelphia, and heard the disc jockey mention something about BRAZIL, not sure if he said it was the name of the com position or not, but it was my exact music track, without the lyrical content. As I pen this now, there R 2 presently ads playing extremely close versions of this ‘Brazil’ thing, both ads pertain to products that begin with the letters CA, as in Atlantic City, CAllio, and the great entertainment capitol State, of good old CAlifornia. I am flattered so use it all U want. Then Miss Jenny 20 tooth fairie, first she rips off my 1986 song called HIGHVIEW CHEERS, with her CHEERS show, and later miz-tooth, rips off my PROPHET OF NOTHING SONG, only she is only singing the song that was out around the near time to her show, that was indeed ripping off my copyrighted song. This is nothing, as name an artist a record company, or a movie studio, and I will tell any judge how a pattern has been long established, dating back at least to ’80, and probably way before this, showing constant intellectual property theft, through mostly cleaver and legal means, I.E. making just enough note or phrase or melody changes to keep what they re-make, a marginally legal product. Fuck me; I am just bird mucus, who cares how I suffer endlessly, while U wealthy capitalistic swine dogs get forever greater and richer, at my expense, and many times, my mockery. En Ron and Victoria Callio, and the ACMUA, have a paper trail leading to all the original shit that started the GULF WAR over a decade and a half ago. Websites U must go to 2 view my major enemies: www.acmua.com www.acbp.com The entire life guard force thought it was real funny to rough me up one day, or cover it up. I had done nothing wrong, just standing alone and minding my business one cloudy day on the beaches of AC, NJ, and 2 mascot guards messed me up good, 6 footers, big muscles, real hero’s aren’t U? Big BULLY’S, guess picking on a five foot hundred pound weak teenager, makes U feel real wonderful How do people fucking sleep so well at night, miss Sarah-dog Sarah Ambien? Then the Claritin med is another cool one, whether it is their song, or an established country hit I am not sure of, as I have way better things 2 do than follow music and entertainment. In 1983, I wrote a song for my wonderful lightning goddess, called “1-2-3 LOVER” It begins with, Why does my star keep shinning bright all through the coldest darkest night, man what a rip off music-wise, soon I’ll be adding all my songs, and show hundreds and hundreds of rip offs, as well as every idea and all my intellectual property that has been legally stolen from me for more than 40 years by these twisted nasty thieves.
Giant Paula King has many evil giant friends that hate my pathetic little guts, and mess with me constantly, even ringing my door-bell and leaving, super childish immature juvy shit. What none of U knows, is that I will B sending another even BIGGER asteroid heading towards your miserable planet, real damn soon. You’ll B sorry as shit, ya’ scum balls!!!! Very soon, your most close loved one will B getting a very painful and awful disease. I will make U so sorry 4 all the damn hell you’ve put me through in 2K6, words cannot express it, if they stretched out beyond the solar system. For those that think my ‘promises’ of justice are empty, here is the biggest secret I will ever let out, and there is no law, even Phisor or Patriot acts, that by the way I read the laws of the land at present, that make what I do illegal, so here goes nothing. I put myself in a deep trance, get into my powerful airship equipped with invisibility ‘clock-in-shields’, as we on the astral worlds term them, load in my major zeepee bombs, [ZERO POINT ENERGY], AND HEAD FROM THE Ricktown Manor, straight down LINELANE 9910 into the great fields of void, and move instantly from there, onto the physical plane mortal world. Diana is with me 4 protection, she hates doing it, but she is my QUEEN, and I am her RICK, and she does it 4 me anyway. When I am under endless siege, I do this every night that I go 2 bed. We fly over all places [targets] of importance, and drop these horrific boom-booms, all over the place, at my physical world enemies. Only one time, by pure random coincidence, did I ever ‘wake up’ in the right part of hyperspace, where it counted, remember, these interdimensional bang bangers are made to efficiently go off many times and in many 5th dimensional locations within atomic structure, but the 5-D MULTIVERSE contains googolplexes to the power of googolplexes of individual places that in my illusion, and by pure random chance, that I will B waking up into. But one time, it lucked out on nine eleven one. Now this is no admission of anything except developing my personal psychic abilities with astral travel, channeling, and general trances. No laws can stop what I do. Just as I am laughed out of court, make my day somebody, and you will get laughed out of court too, I know the feeling of being attacked and wronged, and then laughed at and treated bad to boot. Feel like experiencing some of my lovely punishment???? But to the doubters, the reason it worked only one time, hay, I am telling U, that was against all odds and totally miraculous. To come back into the same place that you effect, let us just say, maybe dwelling on this would give someone a true mental exercise of just how large the 5th dimension really is, and that the odds are about at zero, for accomplishing what I did, yet I did it again a few years later, with the asteroid, ask any scientist how close we came 2 extinction as a race not too long ago. Just got super lucky, and probably I will never again B able to perform a really big thing, I am doing it of course, just not in the one out of so very many places that I must randomly choose 2 wake back up into. Out on phase 2, Victoria Callio, who loves my, as she calls it, “gorgeous hair’, is behind the gulf war, the En-Ron collapse and rip off, and so much more. The connection between Tom Reale and Tom Row, is a huge phase 2 secret, as the words real,reale,deal,deale,row, and dow, are all the same. Row might rhyme with no, but cow and Kal, rhyme with dow, but that is the tiny peach fuzz to the ice berg of this huge cosmic secret.

Ttttiikrogjfk ghrue bjfirjfgh, yea, just letters and words, but so very mush is so very different, ‘out there’. The final point I try to make today is thisssssssssss, mister satansnakes: People watch movies on Disney, or on the SCI FI channel, or shows depicting magic and far away non Earthly/outer worldly locales, etc., and wish, and I know this 4 a true fact, that they could B part of shit like this. The girls that play on the TV hit show, CHARMED, would love it 2 B all real in one form and way or another. It is, and U don’t even believe and know it. But you are so godsdamn better off. I would trade fifty billion dollars and Hugh Heffner’s heirum, the power to fly like the late soup, and any other thing that U could ever possibly imagine, JUST TO BE A NORMAL AVERAGE FUCKING HUMAN BEING, AND FAR AWAY FOREVER, FROM ALL OF MY SHIT, MY NIGHTMARE, AND MY WORLD OF MAGIC, to use your word. Nothing is magic or miraculous in itself, only comparatively to a less than caught up technological or spirit so to speak of the times lived in by a society of people in general.

Believe what you wish of me and all that I ever say on these blogs, but they R the total truth, so help me everything that hold dear to my heart. I swear that I lie NOT, about the secret truths that I reveal. I may not fully understand all of them myself, but one more revelation 2 all of U now will B given, regarding the PHASE 3 AND 4 REALITY AND PROCESS. The entire race of humans, animals, insects, data entered into a machine, and those dreaming the higher and lighter worlds of the ‘astral existences’, are all only as real as we all make it B. All that is really real is void and nothingness, with some unfathomable awareness to its own self existence. Whether or not I directly talk to people, the cyber-land, elements of nature, it connects as the 6th dimension of mind. This dimension is there so mind-thoughts can begin to stream away into the worlds of the lowers, or said a bit better, the fifth dimension. This is where all thoughts move both up and down, and I never said it only moves downline from upline, and none of U human’s ever asked me. The multiverses or unlimited inter-connected hyperspheres, all looping through each other atomically and not dimensionally, thereby not adding any real 3-D size to the equations, of all of the nearly mathematically unlimited and individual space-time continuums, are nothing more than one single wave and particle in an unimaginable duality, up above us or down below us, not in a size dimension, it cuts off in groups of seven dimensionalities, and this is why when a science lab keeps cutting matter in half through both the atomic and sub atomic all the way to nothingness, no one seems to B able to explain nor understand, how something springs from nothing, and it does not, as less than nothing moves up into nothing, and this is the creative force that permits the entire dream to begin, and I hate using the word ‘begin’, as it is of course meaningless, other than naturally to assist the mortal mind in the graspation of the otherwise ungraspable. Series of the 7 dimensional cycle are there, and all thoughts and minds ‘know’ this, a true {knowing}, as the word is more mystically used. The un-creation is all of the varying and countless universes that no longer R operational after a repeating double event in cosmos, or ‘closed curve’ occurs.
As said before, the awareness 2 these truths must come to a person while physical, then if they do, memories and knowledge of all the 5th dimensional realities begin happening. There is no way that this can B done in reverse. So why do I know things about the 6th and the 7th dimensions? I keep in contact while alive mortally on the Earth, with the great Diana Arteemis, oh and by the way, I and U are extremely interchangeable vowels, and U can observe how the machine mind kicks in to spell her name both an IS and an OS at the end of her name’s spelling. Long ago, in a European society, walking amongst the stars and the grass, were the mysterious Etruscan race of people. They all knew how to communicate with my lovely Queen and Goddess, the great Diana Zudlecrenesia Arteemis. The truth is that I know this as I was indeed there. However, my baby blond refuses me the answer when I repeatedly have asked her if the 3rd button on her great CODER MACHINE is indeed 4 them. The 2 buttons of the 3, I do know, as the names in translated English lettering are MOUNTAINPEN, and FRANKLIN. Any way my Morians, these Etruscan’s did ask her 2 come down and kill their enemies, and she in fact did do this 4 them. However, she is a tease and loves games, all gods and goddesses do, and eventually when my blond love doll had enough fun with them, one by one she came down and brought all of them to the Olympian Cyclopes Caves, [electrocuted them]. All electrocuted people must go there for 25 MK, to make coils for her, sort of a non- voluntary army as in the days in the USA, during the Vietnam War.
Did U know that I never answered the one [Jonesman} crack about my high tek trick? Donna herself made the tape 2 sound a lot like her, not a 100% voice match or I could go screaming for help to at least some scientific or psychic community, never do ‘they’ let me really prove major shit that is being done 2 me. Yet it has been more than close enough 4 many in the days of disco 2 ask me, especially the brothers, if I “taped the song from the radio”. A few said to me after I was dumb enough 2 say, “no, I wrote these songs”, that I was a liar and a fake. One guy got me fired and said I was trying to get insider stock information about a recent company decision that would have obvious price ramifications, as the place was indeed a publicly traded company. My error, Dorian, mixed up 2 of your great shows, always get those 2 mixed up, the one where E>G> gets shot, and the one with the C.M law firm and the luscious lady with the money and the muscles. Hay, no body is perfect. Never made the claim of perfection myself, in fact, my blogs R all filled with me saying that my life is nothing but a never ending hell, I wish that I were dead, and that I know that I am a total absolute life failure. But contrary to psychiatric beliefs, I do not escape into a fantasy world filled with fucking delusions, it is real, and I wish it were not. If there was even one chance in 3.54X10 Exponent one million, of ever reaching non-existence, [NERVANIC OBLIVION], I would throw myself right in front of the GAMBLER’S EXPRESS TRAIN, as soon as I walk out of this library. I’m telling U all that it would do no good, just a waste of time, and crissake, very messy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye-Bye for now, but we will meet again, my Kali-Kal, Cow-lllleeeooooo!!!!!!!!!Trust me, we will, at the lighthouse, JOJO-Queen.