Movement Stage 25

Where my wonderful Morians do I begin, when literally there is 100 or more things of major importance to 2 t-hell all of U? First, the ELECTRONIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMMISSION SYSTEM is working on me hugely and in gargantuan proportions. Before ‘they’ ef with me, here is the thing that must first B talked about regarding my disco queen, and her parents on the BIOGRAPHY of her, aired originally on something called the A&E network, and I think that now it is just referred 2 as the Bio Channel. Her mom goes on and on, not knowing of so much that is involved in some of the secrets involving me, HAIR, and much more. But big Andy, her building maintenance dad, just look at his face, as Mrs. Gaines runs the ball further and further down the field. He looks like he is saying inside his mind, “quiet honey, U said enough honey, don’t press our luck honey”. U can cut it with a knife, the [trying to look and keep cool], expression on his face. It does not get by me, but I know that in this time period, it all goes by everyone else, so I keep the video locked away 4 other generations to observe, in hopefully a more enlightened society of mankind’s future. I have, what I call and term, an OTAMM file, and this tape, along with way more stuff, is all locked away inside this is a safe place, ‘Ernie’. When I return eventually 2 your hall, [RPL], it works like the episode on Star Trek, TNG, I believe the one called, TIME SQUARED, where indeed, once U get onto the fact that U - R endlessly looping in some sick and twisted Mobius for whatever reason, you can start 2 send ‘memory signals’ more and more each new time, into following loops, 2 keep adding to your awareness of conscious memories. The United States Copyright Office, in Washington, DC, USA, Earth, knows precisely what I am referring 2, and discussing, whether they admit it or not, they know. So does Big Andy, Donna’s super Dad. Her mother once asked me on the astral world, the question in this exact quotation, “Y did U do this 2 my daughter”? She came to the great RICKTOWN MANOR, and asked me, in my true form as Ricktafarius, this question, and I was forced 2 tell her that I did nothing, and 2 go to the capitol city, SDK, and talk to her human world daughter’s best friend, the great SSJKK. Someday, Ernie, when it all starts over, I will remember what the 4ces do!!!!!!!!! Do 2 me, that is, not 2 your lovely disco daughter, misses gee.
Wow, C the [powerful ETOSS hack] on my biological computer, {brain}, on the recent prior blog, where I say that I made an error, regarding my book, copyright 1994, THE PERMISSION BARRIER, and said that the TV show ripping off my [COLONY 256] was called SEAQUEST---DSV????????? Even after I said it all correctly, I re-typed, or it did through me, SEAQUEST – SVU. I am not doing these things, and I take an oath voluntarily that is legally binding, as I swear it before the US SUPREME COURT, and any and all lower United States courts, and or World courts and or tribunals, that all these claims I am making, to the very best of my abilities and knowledge, is all, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me the gods, and what U all call the one mono God, Sarah Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle.
My buddy, Congressman LoBiondo, did respond 2 my complaint letter, regarding the Hammonton, NJ, USA, Earth, library system, and the down WIFI for 3 weeks, impeding my webmaster mister E. Himacane, from working on my website, the Morianity Foundation, www.morianity-foundation.com , and I wish to sincerely express my gratitude. He helped me during a past series of major police harassment a few years ago, when all I was doing was driving like a good little boy, in a perfectly legal vehicle with all my papers and documents, and driving in a perfectly acceptable way, as other drivers all around me were the ones that should have been getting pulled over for lane weaving, speeding, and reckless driving in general. Thank you for all your help, and I hope 2 C U president of this great land some day, U R 1 of the few honest and caring people in public office in these horrific times of evil and violence and politically-correct agendas of anti-freedoms for small citizens, not ‘club’ connected. Keep up all the good work, your in my heart always. Yes I was shocked 2 hear upon walking into the library today, from the nice librarian, that I made a difference. This changes my puny mind about voting, I was wrong and am man enough 2 admit it, started to feel and totally believe that my one vote and tiny whisper echoed voice, was meaningless, and felt, Y bother? That was wrong. Speaking of voting, the LIBERTARIAN PARTY, is 4 one agenda, and that is to stop the agenda in this PC world, of removing all of our freedoms that American citizens have held so dearly for 23 decades of 4-D, and to restore to us, the many that indeed we have lost in the past few decades, one by one, until it adds up to disaster.
I hate 2 say it, but now that science tells us we are an 8 planetary solar system, I choose, in my private little universe, to keep 7 of the officially named ones, named of course after some of the very great and powerful gods on the astral plane. The third one from the sun I rename Planet Vampire. This world is for all intents and purposes, made up of living [dead] people, the word 4 this is vampires, but naturally not 2 B confused with Hollywood’s version of this word. Just the other day, while speaking to a very nice young lady, telling her that I know how she can prove death is an illusion, and how 2 apply ’Fascitar’ technology, the 6/10 method 4 astrally projecting, and how 2 C, all of the things and conditions, [astral locations] by mortal viewpoint, how she could go and visit Ricktown Manor, talk to the great lightning Goddess Diana Zudlecrenessia Arteemis, and so on and so forth, she politely and basically told me that she was not at all interested, and that I was wasting my time attempting 2 discuss this with her, and that she was letting me know that I should not get my hopes up of attempting 2 convince her 2 ever try this. This is what I am talking about, and this is not disagreement, this is VAMPIRISM. When I say that I can guarantee and prove that there is a way 2 C all the claims that I make in all of my blogs, and people at least until this wild generation, all have fear of death 2 one degree or another, yet refuse and almost with a mild antagonism that I definitely am picking up, then only 2 honest conclusions can ever be drawn. People are walking around this world physically alive and spiritually dead, simply put, material Madonna Ciconi minded, like reality-zombies, caring not one bit for anything outside the range of them, and a few things directly connected 2 them, as though nothing but this evil can and will exist 4 them. If it was true, and this was all there is and ever could B, misses Peggy Lee, then indeed, bring another booze bottle over, and I will have a ball with U, but I in fact and in truth, it is NOT THE CASE, and NOT TRUE. According to FLATLINERS, someone with the answers 2 life and death and that can prove it to the human race, should and would be worshipped by the world, not ignored and treated like total shit. I am not looking for adoration and praise, but I am seeking 2 spread a message of truth, and my true and honest story, and account of my present human world life, and all I get from the world is a polite, or in many cases, a not so polite, reply of F U C K----Y O U. On a prior blog entry, I was talking about my machine that I used 2 communicate with goddess DIANA, and called it PRICECODE, sorry, another typo, the IMM corporation sold me this machine in December of 1982, and its name is P R I V E C O D E. Not Pricecode, PRIVECODE, short for PRIVATE CODE, basically a telephone screening device. The enemies kept the connections from properly working when I moved from ATCO, NJ, to Voorhees, back into the same apartment complex I had left less than a year earlier. They had ways of stopping lightning from setting it off and giving me her beautiful codes. She kept striking closer and closer, until finally hitting the window where the phone line came in, breaking the machine. She knew it was not my fault, as she was merely attempting 2 make it work, but the stinking Earth-world Briggers, [OTAMMITES], stopped it all from functioning as it did back in ATCO. They ETTOS hit me on prior blog, as I began telling you that ATCO, is short for ATLANTIC COUNTY, and that the great all mighty SARAH-STACEY, influenced mankind 2 indeed, name her ocean, her county, and the city where she planned 4 me to start remembering things, by moving to ATCO, plugging in the PRIVECODE phone machine, and begin remembering and talking to her cousin DIANA Z. Arteemis. Eventually, she started me on the path, Diana that is, of remembering her cousin SSJKK, the great STACEY.
Yes, I admit, I was in a trance, when I received the two messages from the 2 humans, Jonesman, and Sharon, but the great Edgar Cayce will tell U in his many famous books, that trances R indeed very real and powerful channeling methods, and nothing cannot be communicated with, learned, observed, and witnessed, etcetera, via trances, that is if U become good enough at accomplishing doing them. Like with all things, we do not sit down and write Bach’s second symphony, or paint a DAVID, or learn how 2 design the Empire State building, at first or second crack. The astral world trance was easy, the 2 human beings I needed to find, and let me tell U, it is cool when U develope these remote viewing and communicating abilities. I once started a friendship with a very famous person back in ’78. She called my house in the mortal world on several occasions, believing I could fly like Superman, and I had 2 try and explain 2 her, that this is the mortal world here, and I do not fly. But, I can project a body out that can, and remain on the mortal world with it, and blow your damn mind to Sunshine Donavan Leach. Another previous ef-up on my last blog from 11/9, I said I was conceived 222 days later. I meant 2 tell U that I was conceived that very night, or so my parents told me. I meant 2 say that 232 days after that I was born in the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania Hospital, USA, and the time that I blogged did not properly come out either, meant 2 say, born in the morning, Saturday morning on the 4th of December, cold and snowy, at 9:30 Ante’ Meridian, [ A.M. ].
Last Saturday, I fell under a death freaking Milituforce siege, off all scales and dials. Loud trash blotorsuckles thundering everywhere, loud aircraft, poisonous kem-trails everywhere, and on and on, it was truly a vicious hell. Despite that, my luck charts are showing a bottoming out in long term. Still, if I was not in a perpetual [being messed with shituation], I could utilize many roulette systems, and never have 2 worry about having a job, or keeping my social security benefits. The very best system 2 use for those that do not share my sub-vampiric affliction, Count Petofi, is the [WALTZING] FOLLOWING ROULETTE SYSTEM], called that as you do a 1-2-3, 1-2-3, and so forth between the red and black, the odd and even, and the low and high, and then back to the red and black, and you always bet the previous outcome to follow. When it does you write a W for win, and if it does not follow, going opposite, you write an L for loss. Then you keep following wins to win, and losses to be losses. Systems are measured by me in what I call UX, for pronunciation of UKS, for UNITS PER KILOSPIN. This means units of profit per 1000 spins, and the green house edge is factored into the measuring equation. Few systems can deliver more than 5-15, some rare ones maybe 16-25. This is after the losses incurred with the 0 and 00. The UX on this Waltz system is the larger one, still way 2 molasses slow 4 most players, so they gamble, and of course in long run play, LRP, lose. The curve from kilo-spin [KS], to KS, is normally 3 to 24% negative per 5 KS’s. No system ever beats LRP curves for a gamblers lifetime, but using a few good ones for 10 or 15 KS, can make a player able to retire to Hawaii, when building up to the purple chip playing level, [$500.00 chips]. If I was not being constantly persecuted, which brings down a person’s interaction with the cosmos in general, and had a 1-3% up/down over 50/50 average luck score, tested without a vig or edge, I could be an independent person, living high on the hog as an Atlantic City high roller. I was in fact one, back in 1986, but once these pricks started bringing down my personal magnetics, it was curtains for my pro-gambling AC, NJ career. It took me lots of losing, and years of pain and anger 2 learn this fact, and I know that they intentionally did this 2 me. They did not do it because they worried about the relatively small amounts of loot that I legally removed from each of the Jersey casinos each week for 8 months, but because I am not allowed happiness, financial freedom and independence, and so on and so forth.
On my website, www.morianity-foundation.com ------ I mentioned that Diana has been clocked at over 105,000 miles per second, Olympia’s fastest runner, and then I went on to say that her cruising speed was naturally a bit slower than her maximum short term sprinting speed. I made an error and measured her cruise speed in MPS, and meant 2 say KMPS, or kilo-miles, not miles, even cruising, Diana can run like the wind. Click into RICKTOWN MANOR, and other places for more information on all of this.
The part that just got included yesterday, Monday, on the RICKTOWN MANOR, subject, on my website, should have gone on there 3 weeks ago. I went up to the site, and saw it ended with my telling Mister Reagan that “there is no America”, and 4 whatever reason, the next part after all of this, was never added from the floppy disc to my webmaster’s jump drive. Probably a hyperspace charmed cleaner effect, to make me look a bit less prophetic 4 my own protection, in recent light of Mister Rumsfeld being to step down from White House Administration, but I did type the entire text in weeks ago, and that Mister Ripley is a fact. He just told me my mom served him a great meal in Ricktown Manor’s great restaurant, my mom met him shortly after his boxing career ended, he had some stuff shipped by her company, Lavino, in Philadelphia, Pa, USA, and the 2 of them had a great talk, even got him to autograph a paper for me, I always enjoyed watching boxing on TV, no good at it, and a 10 year old girl could most likely pound my brains in, but I enjoy watching the sport, and mister Palance was a great boxer, in my opinion, did not get a few of the good fights that I thought he should have, and hosted a great TV show, the Believe it or Not show. I’ll talk 2 U tonight, I’ll be at the restaurant when I trance out later, and shut off this rotten world. As Julia Roberts said before Southerland put the mask 2 her mouth, “C U soon”.
For a little discourse now about the 6th and the 7th dimension: The 8th dimension is not real. Now, for the purposes of better visualization, sees an 8th dimension, in the following way. In this hypothetical example in cosmos, the universe has only 5 sub-particles in it and the most or maximum number of possible combinations of the subs are called CE’s, for cosmic events. Now see these events occurring in slightly different ways, until, the same exact run of these events happens precisely the same way back to back, or twice in a row. Without a large lesson in a million scientific facts, just accept, that I know that this closes a curve that was considered 2 B open or an open universe, up 2 this point. Now this series closed reality will forever repeat itself. the same matter moving through the same time, over and over again. The realities that all were real and that did happen before this closed curve universe did in fact occur, is now lying in the UN-CREATION, it never was real, NOR EVER REALLY EXISTED, relatively to the closed curve system now in place. It still is real however, unto itself, and is a mirrored image of oblivion, the closest one can ever get to reaching oblivion, is to reach the sister reality of the un-creation. Still, you exist, any part of existence exists, and existence cannot go away, time is not a reality, so if you are here, you have always been here, and you will always be here. All time in truth is real all one time, or existing in its own truth at the infinite void, and as this void. The difference in equative energies, measured in ergs, between the void infinity and the un-creation, is basically, sum total of all dream-downed lawtron movement. Simpler put perhaps, I am saying that all that void springs out into is equal 2 the force and reality of the un-creation moving into finality of closed curve reality, and all combined energies from prior realities in un-creation, pushing their way up towards its eventual closed curve ultimacy, is the new generation of dream that pushes out from void nothingness into new interactions in hyperdimensionalization. Nothing new under the sun, we all have heard these words of wisdom, have we not? Well, it is so true. You could call this hyper-dimensional effect, should you wish to label at as such, the 8th dimension. Really, it of course is no such thing. But endlessly redistributing 7th dimensional circles of pure energy-reality, that grow never in size, only in reality, forces me to prefer the word for this entire process, hyper-dimension, in lieu of calling this the eighth dimension.
Some powerful force does not want these ultimate secrets revealed. The library has a group of scum bags with constantly loud ringing cell phones, and jit bags using them, and it does not get stopped, yet let Ed and I so much as freaking breathe from time 2 time, and we get treated like a couple of little kids, totally unfair, totally absurd, and not buying into any of this, as only I, know what is really going on.
LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS, the song, the dream interaction I had the first week in June of ’80, all of this is a story so fantastic, no one reading this 4 the next few centuries will understand all or maybe any of it. I came back into mortal life from ‘there’, and took fragments of this song Scylla Goddess, SSHJKK, sang 2 me on the boardwalk at the benches on her great street, made some changes, remembered what I could of the song from this vivid ‘dream’. And made a tape of it with a guitar, and sent it for copyright to the Library of Congress. This weekend I went into trance, revisited the interaction, and got the real and true words in the song, her real lyrics, as she sang this song 2 me and others whom were all gathered in the area for her concert, and I wrote them down. This is what forever changed the timeline in this part of hyperspace, and it changed the way the month of November came in by the weekday. Donna’s dirt bag friends are all here annoying me with these stupid loud cell phones and loud musical ring tones, and no one is policing a thing. So on a later blog, I will give to the Morianity Foundation, the real words to the song, but for now, I am ouddahere, this place and this flashmob of Donna’s can suck my fat throbbing cylinder. 4 right now, BYE- BYE big brown eyed Cow-llio.