MOVEMENT’S STAGE 4




After completing my stage 3 foundation writings, I fell under an immediate attack, both by Milituforce, air shit, and major electronics lattisaw jack attacks or ELJA, pronounced elja, for later usage on MF. They would not let me onto blogger page again with one electronic flimsey window explation after another, crash-worms, and would not let me try to join any of the on-line dating clubs, as there is nothing wrong with a single/never married man of 52 years of age, legitimately seeking out dates, as since I do not dance, drink, thereby, nor go clubbing, it makes life at my age especially, very difficult.

M E S S A G E T O T H E F. B. I. OR OTHERS

I know that all blogs are eventually read by agencies in law enforcement, and it is your job to not only B sure that I am an OK dude, but 2 also C that my civil rights quit getting messed with. All my life, what I have come to call MILITUFORCE, some unknown powerful force, is very real, and is and always has been stopping me from ever living a normal life. They will not let me go out on dates, talk about the 52 year old virgin, sequal to the movie out there of the 40 something, hay this ain’t “cops—TV shit”, this is real, and I am forced to suffer through this hell every single day and night of my life, and U wonder Y the MF is being created, or at least I am attempting to do so.

I know I am doing nothing wrong, someone or some Captain Shitner/Shatner thing has made my pathetic life a living infinite hell 4-ever &ever&ever, and if I had done something to warrant it, I would B being legally PROSECUTED, NOT PERSECUTED, out in the open, not covertly from great friggin’ closets.

When that helo that turned into the pulsar star was back in the distant heavens where the hell it belonged, I watched it off and on all night long, and sure enough, it climbed higher, and eventually went around and set or at least started 2, as it sets hours after dawn, but is visible on any clear morning well after the morning light, Donna.

When I worked at the recording studio, my immediate boss, Mr. Cialoni took me to a strange part of the building, right b-4 I was told 2 help myself to a particular ‘overage’ file that contained Donna Summer’s original and unknown HAIR album. The entity-diety behind all this was the great SKYLLA, the original rock singer with her lovely loot, from mellinea ago. Y all this occurred will always B contained in upline world existence, a place where there smallest thing [wave or particle], will always be larger than our downline largest whole, our entire 5th dimensional hyperspace, in which all of us forever interact in, and send our thoughts downward as well, deep into the 6th dimension, a place with unlimited uplines and downlines of 5th dimensional multiverses, each containing gogalplexes of individual timelined universes, separated by small atomic varying signatures of combined frequency vibrations. In earlier MB writings, I attempted to tell you how the great Sarah Stacey JKK, nicknamed in the Olympian Province, Skyla, had made a deal with a black chick in a big house in the Roxberry section of Boston, Massachusetts, who would go on to live a charmed life in her sequence of current dreams on this level of hyperspace, and going by the name of Donna Gaines at the time. Her father knew a dude from this area who attended a church in Debtford, NJ AME, and his buddy, a caucasion dude, and friends of the late and great Mayor Roher of Haddon Township, NJ, in the 60-80’s period. This fella, as Donna’s Dad, both were in the business of Building Maintenance, janitors. Bernie got me working for him when I left the recording studio after a fight with a real jerk-off by the name of Joe Sivo. I was working for the Medical Research Institute, later to become the current, Corriel Institute, named after a super cool dude whom I got 2 know and like very well, Dr. Corriel, the late of course. Him, Doctor Green, and others, all at one time, worked with Dr. Jonus Salk, and made the pollio vaccine, a super interdimensional fuck up caused it 2 happen just a slight tad 2 late, 4 poor Ziggy 2 have been helped by this marverlous inoculation. The plot thickens way more, as all ties into all, in ways that century 21 is not near yet ready 2 understand, but really, Ziggy was killed twice. The Lamist skumbags put cancer into hm 4 helping me escape their evil when I was really vulnerable as a young teen boy. As stated in prior blogs, these bastard pricks PUNISH, and get the hell away with it 2. Things that I will tell U all of how they used the great comedian, Mr. Rodney Dangerfield, and so much more, I swear, when I am done with all my story which is 100% truth, no fiction, no lies, even the friggin’ feds R gonna get their minds blown. Just hope with all of my heart, that they will B fair, and try to help me, and not side, as they normally tend 2 do, with those of the rich and powerful, just happens to be that I’m describing the LAMIST’S. Not every single billionaire is one, or is evil, but stories exist that R totally mind bending, that I will soon tell, even about one of the so called philanthropists whom recently, just over a dozen years or so back, made a huge collegiant donation, to help 2 cover up my problems with being stuck in the middle of the great Donna Summer’s deal with musician Skylla, the all mighty so called one god of our puny little world. She is a tease, a game player, and can hit U so hard that you atomize and literally fly apart into zeetrons and asaps, pieces just larger than void infinity of oneness. She is a punisher, and she is dangerous, but I have the beginning of wisdom, and fear this powerful god with trembling, yet I love the great Jehovah with all of my beingness, and want her all 2 myself. She plays loots, and many other unknown stringed and air combo sounding instruments, that are music from the astral heavens, and humans woukld go instantly mad upon hearing her lovely songs and voice, but I am still a tiny bit sane. I will always love you great Sarah-Stacey, some of your friends, well, that’s another matter my lovely teen-queen. U belong 2 me, and I am your dalmation forver, don’t forget that. No matter what the people of this stinking Earth do 2 me, my luv 4 U, is eternal X eternal, and I know that U know that, great queen.

LA MIST LA SKY Remember the language of luv, FRENCH. LA means the, in English translation, the MISTS, as in Milituforce kemtrails, and her magic 6 point star one from 1969, and also remember, SKY, SKY LLA, with one or 2 els it matters not, it is still the mists of the sky, HER SKY, “FOR I HAVE CREATED THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH, AND ABOVE THE DARK WATERS I SIT ABOVE, READY TO BRING THIS DARK AND DEAD WORLD ALIVE”. Christian scriptures differ slightly in genesis book, this is exactly what Sarah-Stacey says when I walk along with her, unleashed, down her favorite street in her lovely great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the great MONOLAZARIUM BOULEVARD. She is and so R all the gods, very difficult to grasp, from human standpoints and reasonings. In closing movement four of the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, justknow that a story so huge exists around all of the things that I speak of, and that it all connects to the normal average population. In a quick flash, U could suddenly find yourself in a mess similar but different to mine, and I will tell U much more about my motives being totally unselfish in future movements. We have still only just begun Karen.

Movements's Stage 3



Morians and Lessians, I got through another weekend, but my beautiful Diana was there 2 protect me all through it, her luscious lightning flashing colors and ribbons and ground bolters, all 3 nights that I work at my part time job. I knew, by using 6th - D mind/cyberspace, she would get my message that I needed her around me again, especially after the attack from Hydraclacia last weekend. I used to scoff at people with thei UFO sightings, NOMO, babywuv. When U C it, it's over, you know what just witnessed is real and has happened, and all the damn head shrinkers and sike meds in the world won't make a bit of difference.

A little interdimensionalization occured on MS.C, in my IMHO, but it could also B what my computer guru said 2 me, that lots of sites were recently examined, and once they carefully did their homework, they recognized that I am a clean good little boy, who is merely crying out 4 help, not a bragger or a member of the dom club, and certainly free to express what I have experienced in this life in my human form in current dreamsequence of mister mountainpen, no pun in the pen, name, that is. I mean no harm to anyone, it is this cold cruel and wickedly evil world that has assalted and destroyed me for just under 52 years. The explanations given in prior foundation writings, are by no means a complete literary detailed explanation of my negative reality, 4 now though, it will have to do. I ain't perfect, nor is this by any stretch nor means, a perfect world.

When the Hydraclacian residents tranced out and mutually contacted me last weekend, in the form of a United States military helicopter, I told how how it flew off towards town and hovered there, eventually going, simply going, nothing less and nothing more, into a 'reality merge', becomming the pulsar star that it was all along, and only Ettosian [Star Trek Telosian] type of technology, can explain how these events can occurr. Maybe the pulsar was there all along, only it wasn't, as if it were, Y did the helo flying off and away from me to the north, as it got closer to where it totally stopped, not also let me C and become aware, that it was nearing the object, the star, but no, it turned the chrissake into it, and if I lie to you out there in computerland, I hope the gods wreck my life a trillion times worse than they already have, in the name of all mighty Jehovah, my wonderful and precious endless love. Obviously, when an astral world Terraloppolis city gets together and decides to visit pysical caporial material realms here in the Earthworld, they pass through the 6th dimension, and then from there, down through all necessary 5th and 4th dimensions, necessary, to accomplish communications with whomever they are attempting to reach. This job site has on more than 15 times, caused me a sudden and total loss of normal conxciousness, and followed by wild astral projection, using a forward mortal human terminology. Let us discuss what happened in my Somerdale, NJ home on the early morning of 7 December of '96. Don't ever believe what cops love to call, "TV SHIT". It is not all shit. I had been frantically searching the world for my lovely queen, as recently through a bad mistake, I had gotten myself hypnotised, and asked to go back to the 60's in AC, NJ, and visit my past. I told the hypnotherapist that I was never born, and that a large boat called SUNRAM, was where a special experiment from Atlantis was taking place, and he tape recorded the session, and gave me a copy. It is one hell of a wild casette. When I came out of the experience, the 60's seemed like last week to me, and nearly 3 decades of mortal time had passed. I had not forgotten parts of my life, in fact, I was re-remembering parts of it with such incredible crystal clarity, that it caused this sort of hylucinegenic effect on my conscious mind and worldly awareness. It all made sense, what Donna Summer did to me in 1980, and other things she and others in her circle engineered between a year or so plus and minus of '80. Why did she want me to discover her HAIR crap album up in the studio attick and what really is going on in HAIR, and with Vietnom, and long hair, hippies, technology, and expansion of the human consciousness through Doctor Hoffman's LSD drug, found entirely by accident, but nothing just happens, not accidents, nor intention things, and the only cooincidences are the ones people mistakenly believe in. A fantastic 90's author, mistor James Redfield, really gets into it good in his fantastic book, The Celistine Prophecy. This, as many things, will B a must read for all Morians someday. The foundation, if ever as large as I invision it, will have officers, and in a ranked numerical order of hiarkey. Anyone over the first level will have more 'MUST' see videos, and listen to audios, and read books, this is a definite MUST. Back now to the police's "TV-Shit". I had a buddy on the force in a small Jersey town in the early 90's, who said the show "COPS", is TV shit. Well, whatever, but dark shadows and its I-Ching, ain't no TV shit. Shortly after my hypnotherapy, in my Somerdale home, around 2 or 3 AM, I threw the 6 Chinese sticks. I was besides myself in the entire 'finding Sarah' matter, literally out of my mind, close to real insanity. I threw the hexagram of DELIVERANCE, and immediately could not hod my eyes open, literally falling into bed with a bright light still above me, on and bright. Next thing I knew, and believe me baby, this was no dream Demi Moore 7th Sign, no way. Boom, within a second I am simply not in my room, but in a brighter and more real truer world and reality. My lovely Queen, Sarah Krassle, came up to me and her exact words to me were, "Hay boy, would U like to play a game with me, called GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS"? This is discussed a bit in MB- Chapter #37. Don't ever friggin tell me that throwing I-Ching wands is TV shit from dark shadows. It is, but the hidden reality of life is that half the so-called 'just tv' stuff, is also very real, in some way. U can bet big bucks on that.

Whether or not, MS>C took me off until I was scrutinized and found to B an OK dude, which I am, or if it is some type of disappearing/re-appearing timeline alteration system, or just site maintenance, or whatever, please accept my apology and rammy behavior, I get up tight in the morning light real quick, when I feel that my first ammendment rights are being big V'd. In any event, it is a great site, and I hope to remain on it, as well as build the foundation's site for Morianity. My sincere apology for implying wrongdoing ever, if indeed, no wrong was done, but admitantly, I am very sesative, and yes, very paranoid. Most people given my life and circumstances would have long gone insane, so I am doing OK, no complaints in that department, as 4 what I have suffered through and endured, I am superman.

Nothing personal Hydraglacia, but why not let the mortal world in on the whole thing. When they jump on board, the interaction can only get far more interesting. None of us can ever reach nirvanic oblivion, so let us make the most of endless existance, and stop hurting and killing each other. The gods, is that so much to really ask??????

MOVEMENTS STAGE 2

I am being hacked to holy hell today, will B fastenated 2 C what occurs with the evil empire. Predict a flying dow and a crushed Phillies, but have not always been right. What would the 6th dimension fooookin’ do if they did not have me to ef around with for the gods sake? I have been downloading lots of text and pix to my whittle J-peg, for usage on my website, includes many known Earthly ideas, concepts, and general information, about the gods and goddesses. I know the whole slew of them from my many travels to the astral plane. No one is really traveling anywhere, but in forward mortal language, I try to speak to B at least mildly understood by some, so now to my big point. If some 6th dimensional force, the MIND DIMENSION, or as the Eckankar religious order would call it, the [mental plane], was not behind doing all of this crap to me, long ago, some high shooting attorney would have contacted me and said that he or she is willing to take the outside chance that I’m not totally nuts, that some small validity exists to all my wild and seemingly crazy claims, and hence and hitherto,. They wish to have an investigation performed, and at their expense, represent me in a major civil rights legal battle, against these unknown forces and entities, hiding in human bodies. Gods work through natural worlds, animals, people, weather, and along these lines. Jehovah did not get the chosen people out of bondage from the Pharoah Ramasies. He got moses to do the legwork. The principle to this is very real and very powerful. Even Jesus did not operate all alone, we are not meant to be an island, and Donna Summer did not invent this concept, just used it in one of her songs. My grandfather 62 generations ago, had 12 desciples, a large family, and other friends to boot. He, the gods, they do not work alone. Power exists in numbers and plurality, and for the gods, when attempting to interact nkind on the human world, to breach the barriers of physical/astral realms, they absolutely MUST WORK THROUGH SOMETHING IN THE PHYSICAL WORLD, THEY DO NOT SUSTAIN A CAPORIAL EXISTANCE TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN THIS, NOT Jehovah, not any of them, this is fact and truth, believe it or believe you and I are a couple of rattle snakes on a fighter jet, it makes no damn-diff!!!!!!

Now the amazing part 2 lots of my story, is that me, much more than any of U, know that I am doing all of theis shit 2 myself, not consciously of course, but like everything in the fleshworld, it moves by way of the spirit/unconscious mind. This part of our 6th dimensional beingness moves our bodies, breathes for us while we sleep, and on and on.By the way, does it stop at the level of the 6th or 7th dimension? Well, does anything stop when it never starts, to start with, as how can something start and or stop without time being real, and it is only a thing that is really as real as our conscious mind decides to make it, common U know that. Remember how long an hour seemed 2 B back in grammer school after one or two in the afternoon? But remember how fast 3 hours goes when you are at the beach after a hard long winter at work and U get down there at halh past 2, and boom, beach is closed, guards blew the whistle, common, it can’t be 5:30, it has only been 20 minutes. But U go right ahead and believe what U wish. The force that takes our beingness and projects it out into interactions [dreams] real only unto themselves as nothing is real except the void infinity, and removes our awareness to this
void, is the creation of the lawtron, where all of it is figured out, or mutually agreed upon by separate parts of created pieces, out of the nothingness of total and absolute oneness. We R not going to make a big thing today out of dreaming down interactions from infinity, but U can know, that all this [spiritual evolvement] crap is just that, a big bunch of crap. We exist, and can do nothing to stop something that never started, and when never and time R totally meaningness concepts inside the true void infinity. No one is freaking evolving, gonna have heaven or hell in some afterlife, and stop seeing life in the middle and all this before and after like a tape with rewind and forward cosmic buttons, and B like U act with your computers, and C that it is a special oneness reality. Y my unconsciousness is programming itself on a cosmic scale to agree with the rest of the interaction to endlessly torment me, is a huge issue, but part of it is obvious to a damn retart. This entire thing is because the MORIANITY FOUNDATION needs to B freakin’ created, and people that R in these self made hells, can balance the damn scales just a wee bit, and come to a place where they can get the true help that they need. I wish to the damn freaking gods that this already existed, and that I was not the one chosen to B burdened with his gargantuan task of making all of this a reality. This will B no small project. There hopefully will be a headquarters, and later many places global-wide, to study, research come together to compare and learn, and most of all to raise funds and then seek out persons that the systems amd powers of the world claim 2 B nuts or bad, when in fact this is not the case, not true, and a blatant lie. We will as an organization, investigate, and determine by some sort of a democratic majority vote, who to help, and in what way to help them, as well as open-mindedly listen to all whom come to MF for help, but we must B an outreach, looking for the problems that are plaging so many innocents of the evil Lamists, or whatever, but basicly LAMIST CULTERS are directly responcible for all the evils that plague the world, all the injustices being done to mankind, the weaker amongst all of the world populations, the ones unable to fight these powermongers back on any reasonable level playing field, and as a religious org. based in a still some tiny way free nation, they cannot stus from legitimately accepting donations and raising funds through raffles, and on and on. Right now it is we who fear them. I have put myself in this hell so as obviously to create MF, and change it to a world where they will fear us.

MOVEMENT’S STAGE 1

This is the start where MORIANITY, the religious foundation for the third [3rd] millennium, has now been born. This does not mean that I still will not use this to tell all the things that happen 2 me, and that R being done 2 me. In addition to all of this however, I will attempt 2 put this foundation together, step by step, yard by yard, and brick by brick, with the hope that in centuries to follow, the world comes 2 know and recognize that I of myself, carry no meaning at all. But the covered up truths of which the 6th dimension is guilty of, for reasons stated throughout the MB, will always be and in the eternal now, simply R the importance to MF [Morianity Foundation].

In nonillions of parallel realites and or interdimensional timelines, the current day Mayor of Atlantic City, NJ, did a lot more than just swim out to me in the Atlantic Ocean, wondering what large fish I was. In fact, many of the guardforce, had nicknamed me, {SHARKEY}, and most likely did so as I swim sidestroke a lot, and many times, not an accepted sidestroke done in swim contests, but done more than the way that a swishing fish does this. In any event, I was only down there, to get information on people from my very sordid past, and enjoying sun and surf, was really only the bi-product. Right before the search for the great one began, I had been in touch with a very nice lady named, Vicci Gold, a New York City photographer, whose famous photographer father had taken numerous photographs of many landmark spots and areas in and all around Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, Earth, M27W- Galx.hyperspace catalogue as of this present time, 2.4869475790330562X10,exponent129689.

The search for the great SSJKK involved finding her brother in human form, a sergeant on the AC, NJ Police Force, a bar and hotel owner, another hotel owner who bought the Trinidad on Tennessee Avenue, a mister Tahren Ghandi and his wife Rieka, sons of greek land and restaurant owners, John and Photeous, and the owner of the Pickadilly Hotel, a Mrs. Estelle Bassler, who sold the property in 1972 to Sarah J Karge, and 2 years later got it back from her somehow, I think it was a personal assumption real estate deal, where she became the bank, payments made to her, with foreclosure possibilities contingent upon certain conditions. She told me in exact words in the late nineties over the phone, as we got 2 know each other quite well by phone, “Sarah Karge trashed the place”. Later on I learned that she had a worm hole built into the wall extending 597 quintillion miles, and moving up and down through what mortals ‘time’. All this led me to create the MF, and the story has not even started as yet 2 b told, stay tuned for the story that will leave U all on the floor.