MOVEMENT STAGE 30



Ed Himacane, my website designer and engineer, is shortly about to up and pub the most recent blogs, first to my spot on www.myspace.com, and then later over the weekend to the MORIANITY WEBSITE, www.morianity-foundation.com.

All far distant future intergalactic travel is done with DET, literally causing a displacement inside a created space field, EMC’s, electromagnetic channels, and these channels cause the tiniest particles in the space channel, to react in a relationship with each other in these fields, causing a type of interdimensionalization to occur as follows: In a super abridged and mitigated nutshell, all the particles that so to speak that R responsible 4 creating a distance separation inside the field, is altered in a magnefrequency, as they will come 2 B called, and the front half of this field-channel is literally sent into a dimensional flux, as is the rear half of the field-channel, but while a traveler is at the abscissa point in the coordinates, or at point A geometrically speaking, the A particles that U are one of shift to B, while B shifts to A, and the traveler then finds him or her self all the way to point B at the other end of the two coordinates. Field travel is the way all travel, B it on a 2 or 3 dimensional object in space, or across space itself, will someday long into the future, all B accomplished. In slang, it is referred 2 as DISTANCE-ELIMUNATION. I told a man named Benjamin Kaplan all about this, back in 1976. He was a friend of some mystic/psychic types, and we all came 2 know each other, while my father and I were living, on the human world realm, in a New Jersey, USA town, called Clementon, where later, my business partner and I started a small business called STUDIO PARK RECORDS. David Roth and I came up with this name back in the autumn of 1985, after meeting for the first time in both of our MW dream-downs, at the 113 Caldor Department Store, in Woodbury Heights, NJ. All these facts can be officially documented, and the record company is still there, on paper, and was opened up at the Camden County city hall clerk’s office, in Camden City, NJ, in early-middle’98. Scrambling matter atomically such as in the Star Trek show’s Transporter system, will never B a possibility, as atomic signatures are in such inter-dimensional flux, that even learning how to disintegrate and then reintegrate with perfect atomic perfection, remember, we all R dealing with the random element not known about yet by today’s society, and this is the intelligence of the electron. Science insists that electrons are random, all quantum physicists however, eventually realizes this 2 B a falsehood. The random of stars talking back to each other in their coded signals, coded 2 us that is, is not a true random, and there can never B true random unless inside an unlimited size hyper sphere, and we do not. Our universe, and all others in hyperspace, [HS], are, and will always be, growing and shrinking in mass cycles; going from their absolute temperature to their absolute dimension cycles. A limited maximum thereby, of random combinational possibilities will always B the big picture reality. I also told Mr. Kaplan the great secret of the [PLUTO-PLANET]. As now, 30 years henceforth, we as the human race in the Sol planetary system , have removed it from planetary status, it shows that what I learned at the great TECKBAY School of Mysteries and Astral Wisdoms, or the school of MAW for astral shortening by many, was all true and accurate, and time on the MW bore it all out. What I told this electrical engineer, was that what we thought of in our total ignorance as the planet of PLUTO, is a shield of solid ice about 24 miles thick on average, and that underneath this ice, is a hollowed out great city, capable of propelling itself, just like in the Star Trek show, with the episode where Doc Mc Coy is dying of some disease and the cure 4 it was found on a place quite similar 2 what is being described here, regarding Pluto. He thought I was a flake, and although was a tidbit interested in the distance elimination that I discussed with him, never tried 2 follow up on the marvelous formulas that I gave 2 him, nor tried 2 build a small-scale model space field. Later, I came 2 learn, he finked me out to some government black file agencies, and a set up was all put into play, to kill my mother through her company and boss and love triangle situation that I made plenty of mention of on many prior blog writings, and 2 also cleverly eliminate me by using a bizarre and outlandish set of circumstances, that when combined all together, came close 2 causing my physical death in the following year of 1977, and the prior year in the autumn, ’76, they came an inch away from murdering my innocent poor defenseless and pathetic old mother, who never had a bad thought 4 anyone ever, in the whole damn world.

Thanks 2 yesterdays fall, I have a very sore knee, and right arm, where I fell on it. Feels like I got one of Sarah Stacey’s love taps popped onto my right upper arm, as she would call them. Her love taps feel like you’ve been in a personal war with a dozen speeding freight trains. Ed and I picked up the website pictures from the lab developer at the pharmacy we use. Strange how most came out so perfectly, yet one that did not was the picture that we took of the great home on the mortal world, belonging to the mighty Atlantic Ocean itself, in Atlantic City, NJ, USA, at 30 Plaza place, in South A.C. Naturally, the records at the City Hall do not show the property owner matching this address as SARAH STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, but it is total absolute truth nonetheless. Maybe she does not wish 2 have her great MW home on the website, or maybe NEPTUNEJUPITER and his wife MARIENA CARLITTIA, one of the top officers on the very highest seat-row, in the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL, whom even renamed her from Cassandra Eluminesha, and she keeps these 2 middle names and always will, by permission of the great astral plane authorities, the [ M. C. ] Remember that seemingly impossible to reckon with and believe in, things, still are never proven to be impossible, and that quantum dynamics laws insist that nothing is impossible, only that some things are less likely to occur than other things.

Last night, I was back in 1969, and with Russ Thaxton, and we were in the apartment in Oaklyn, NJ that I make so much noise about throughout my extensive blogging text. He told me that I should remember 2 tell the story that I did promise 2 get into in the Book of Beach, #2, the MORIANITY BIBLE, AND THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION. As U probably remember, a huge twisted plot that involved a large group of conspirators, was what all led to the burning and destruction of the original story of all of this, the BOOK OF BEACH, or 4 short, THE BOB. No, not the Bob on TV last night on the channel ten Philadelphia news, the Honorable mayor of Atlantic City, Bob Levy. I have interacted with 3 [LEVY’s] in my life: 1) the mayor, the gods help me. 2) Karen, the girl in my 5th, 7th, and 8th grade classes at 2 different area schools, whom went on to college, where unfortunately, she got her fame, as the great kidnapping case of the 20th century, next only to Lindbergh. 3) Marcy Levy, whom along with her co-conspirator, in the summer of 1980, went on after I copy-wrote my dance tune, lost love, C-1977-Michael Mountainpen, to rip off the arrangement of said song, with her lover boy, one of the famous disco Gibb brothers, Robin Gibb, and I had the song removed from the air by contacting a prominent Philadelphia Music Industry Attorney, name of Malcolm Rosenberg. The only Levy that was worth a hoot in my books, lives in Sahasra Dal Kanwal now, and is happy, and out of this Earthly mess, the gods bless her!!!!!! On the physical plane, her Earthly body was finally after years of searching, located in a tunnel, buried shallowly in a wall, down in the subway systems of the great NEW YORK, NY, USA. Back 2 what Russ told me last night in dreams, as forward mortal lingo would describe the event. He reminded me that I started to talk and 2 blog things regarding dying on the last day of the first half of the mortal year AD, of 1970. I was under the Central Pier in AC, NJ, USA, and it was between 7 and 9 of the clock in the morning. The tide was fairly high, and even though I was tiny, I was under a part of the pier with very small height clearance, and ended up running with my head ducked to what I thought was low enough, and then BANG, I run right into a cement cross beam that holds up the pier, and knock myself sillier than a drunken clown at a religious revival meeting. I stood up in about 10 seconds or so, a bit dazed, but came to realize that many things that used 2 B, were different, and some others were still exactly the same. A strange long yellow haired young male appeared on the beach wearing a large heavy gold chain and connected to it was a jeweled medallion. He invited me 2 take a swim with him and we got talking. He said that he was from a far off place and was sent to get me, but that a very powerful teen aged girl down on Tennessee Avenue, met him and threatened 2 punch his lights out, and that if “I try to take you away with me, I’ll punch you so hard mister, you will be in little throbbing pieces, got that?” This, he said to me, was the word for word dialogue that some giant teen girl with long brown hair down to her knees and huge brown eyes, said to me, and then she went on to demonstrate her strength, by lifting a parked automobile, a large heavy station wagon, and without even trying or groaning, she lifted it almost to where it was about 2 flip over, and then let it down again, hard, cracking both the rear and front window shields of the car. Her last words to him, according to him, was, “You just leave THAT BOY alone, either that or you’ll die”, and then she clenched a big fist, stood up to her full height, real straight and tense like, in her bear feet, standing 6 foot seven inches, and just then he went on to say that a girlfriend of hers came along, and she glared at him another 5 seconds, and then just ran off to hang out with this other teen girl, laughing and giggling, and acting like nothing happened, like 2 normal average teen girls would be doing on an early summer morning at a seashore resort. He admitted eventually, that he was sent 2 take me off the physical plane, he used another sequence of words to say the same thing, and saw me running fast, and then suddenly drop down flat on my face under the pier, after hitting the cement beam with my head. He said my brains were half knocked out of my skull, and that I was totally the [D] word. But, that he was so scared of this giant teenaged girl, he lazar traced me and brought me back as though the last 2 minutes of my life did not really happen, only of course it did happen, but no injury to my head was 2 B ever found. Also, I thought he was some lunatic; after all, he was dressed like some outer worldly Greek god, and told me I had just slammed into a cement beam, and I had not. I really had of course, but as I said, he lazar trace me. Sarah-Stacey did not want me to leave physicality for whatever reason.
The Great & mighty ATLANTIC OCEAN loves me even on the MW in some strange way that I am yet 2 fully grasp in any real way. She knows how much I will always love my Scylla, the great all mighty Sarah-Stacey. She is and always will B a tease, and so is her first cousin, the lightning goddess Diana Zudlecrenessia Arteemis. None of us can E V E R E V E R N E V E R escape infinity. We simply exist here. We always have. We always will. Distracting from this awful shit and hell is the only way to avoid going endlessly mad. Only GAMES, GAMES, AND MORE GAMES, is a good enough distraction 2 accomplish this. The gods and the goddesses all know this, and use this, and nothing will ever ever ever change, and there is absolutely nothing that anyone of us can ever do about this horrific and awful nightmare, of endless existence, translation -- H - E - L - L !!!!!!!