Movement Stage 12

Hello my few loyal Morians, that manage miraculously to resist the calling you are getting from the 6th dimensions, that tell your brain that I am a total nut with zero worth of credibility. Few if any may ever listen, believe on any level, and ever become desirous of actually helping me to put together the greatest potentially philanthropic organization, to ever to this date, exist on this physical plane Earth realm.

I have proven to U all that the fucking torture and evil hellish shit that my covert enemies put me through this year, and for the last 20 to 30 as well, would bring their dirt bag stock market 2 all time record highs and it did yesterday, and my Phillies team got slaughtered as I knew that they would, it is not genius ness, but simple the result of living through in an isolated lonely way, a torment worse than any of your [hell] concepts, for 2 to 3 decades, with not one soul, friend or family, co-worker or neighbor, anybody anywhere, willing 2 give me even the tiniest benefit of the doubt, that perhaps by some strange crazy miracle, maybe, just friking maybe, I could B telling it all totally true and straight, there really just is no reason to make all of this crazy stuff up, as it all in the end would lead to my total disgrace and humiliation world-wide, should I be indeed given a chance to prove to the world what I know 2 B real, and then fail 2 do so. I am someone who for a few short years in my present human life identity or my current sequence of dream downs, out and away from my higher astral life existence and being-ness had a relatively normal interaction with the cosmos, like most of you, and no offense meant, but permit a bit of honesty on my part for a quick lil’ seck. Most of all of you, do indeed make and cause a lot of bad things that happen 2 U, not all of it, no I’m not being a prick here, just dead ass honest. I never, or very rarely, do anything to cause the hostility and horrific treatment that I get, and especially during these times of sieges, corresponding naturally in most cases with the evil ICPE trilogy going powerfully against me, as it surely is right frekin’ now. I told all of my reading cyberdience, shortened by me for [cyberspace audience], and told U all well, that the dow market was heading for the stars and the moon beams, and it is all blog dated, witnessed, and Google Copyrighted, plus my blogs are soon going for official US Copyright as well. I told U all that U can say bye-bye to the oh-six Phillies season, and that markets will fly, when these evil duchewads poor all this hot hell on me and my pathetic little life for month after month. These sick twisted sub skum ruined my entire summer, and the entire year of devil # oh-six, but then, I should B expecting this, as what really else is new with this bullshit.

Shortly after previous President Bill Clinton took office in 1993, I had not yet moved into the Hi-View sicko apartment complex nor did the situation with Jupiter begin yet for me. I had reason to make a phone call to the White House, and one evening while still living in a rented home before leaving it to save on cheaper rent, I enjoyed speaking to an aide of the relatively new Pres. WJ Clinton. This was one hell of a nice gut, nothing like someone whom I spoke 2 in ’87 from the Secret Service, who was not very nice with me. The exact words that this Presidential Aide spoke to me was, and I remember the dialogue word 4 word, “THERE IS A NEW BREEZE BLOWING THROUGH THE WHITE HOUSE”, referring of course to WJC, a hell of a nice guy and a great president. I , 4 1,
do not care what anyone does in the privacy of their own room. I think this country has become Old Russia, Hitler’s Germany, and all other dictatorial societies that ever existed, all wrapped up into one big hellish nightmare. Clinton wasn’t perfect, so what, are U, am I? We need more than a new breeze blowing through the White House. We need a part called the L I B E R T A R I A N P A R T Y, and this party is totally misunderstood by the vast majority of American citizens and patriots. These are not liberals, the name throws their objectives and true agendas off, and perhaps need B changed, but changed or not, these ladies and gentlemen are only out to give back true and real freedoms, long lost 2 us poor American Citizens. I dare any of U 2 check out this great party, and get 2 its members, and what they R all about, and stand 4. Then make your political Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy choices, but crissake, B an informed chooser, not a candidate for Mister [T’s] new reali—T—show. Lib partiers will bring real freedom and life worth living again, back to this nation that my grammas grandpa, Ben F, helped 2 start here about 23 decades back in the 4th-D. Don’t B so blind, wake up and smell the darn stench of the over brewed and his buddy. The computer is acting very strangely again, starting just recently. Moving on if freaking 4ces will permit it, Mr. Clinton was jogging one day through an area in National Park, in Redbank Township, Gloucester County, New Jersey, USA, Earth. I recognized him instantly, but no one else around appeared 2 even B able 2 C him. He was invisible only 2 me, and ran past me saying, “watch out Mark, they’re trying 2 set U up”, and he quickly kept running off, down a long jogging trail, just beyond the park property, actually, a defunked old army area, used for war games or the gods only know what, decades ago. One minute later, a slew of girls from 8 to 14 come along and start talking 2 me. I got away from them as fast as I could, and within another quarter minute or so, along came 4 police officers, as though they were trying to bate me into a sex offender crime. All this occurred shortly after I began discussing a major thing with a female ranger there at the park, by the name of Rosalee. She was thinking of being in a movie that I was trying to make, but never worked out, and it was sort of a HAIR 2, if I am permitted to do a sequal, as I felt the need to show the world that wild stuff is indeed ongoing, and that Donna is at the very bottom of it all, probably one of the gods living on Earth, with, like me, some or lots of memory regarding her true existence. Computer hacking/acting up, very bad today, and U may count on the Dow Jones hitting 12,000 by middle October, 13K by early oh-7, and 20,000 within 3 years or less from today’s date, as no one wishes to help me and get onto my band wagon, and C the evil in its pure form, for exactly what it really is, remember the story that bewares us poor mortals of monsters hidden the bodies of beauty queens, no not your wives and girlfriends, as I am sure lotsa dudes R saying this now 2 themselves, but I didn’t invent the [wolf in sheep’s clothing] story, it is fucking CHRISTIAN BIBLICAL. Do I think some inter-dimensional other President Clinton, was trying 2 warn me of an entrapment, Who fooooookin’ knows???? I have doubles in this dimension and so does my guru/webmaster, Eddie Himacane, as I’ve nicknamed him. There was a Chinese girl who knew me when I went 2 a Chinese restaurant, insisting it was me, and not 2 separate people, even coming over and planting a delicious soaking wet French kiss on me, which was all the appetizer I required, to put it understatedly. The skum bags are messing with me on the computer, and on top of that, they stopped my watch, 4th time now and 6 times with 2 different watches over the last 2 seasons. At just past one and one half of the clock here at library, in the post meridian, boom, skumsleeze corporation strikes again, never a split second’s peace for some one carrying the karmic load for the frikin’ entire world of dirty rotten twisted evil sick selfish sinners.

As for the dow, 86, 96, and 2006, all devil number ending years [ 6 ], and this is what I can expect, total fucking hell for me, endless hell and death siege, and market to the stars and nebulae’s, the phillies will sink now and die, season is over baby, that is all she fucking wrote people, done, gone, fine’, and the flyers will go straight to #1 position and stay there super strong, all freaking season long, J U S T M A R K M Y WORDS!!!

If by proving myself like this 2 people year after year, this is the 1st year using blogs and computers, but with whatever method that I attempt to employ, and I show literally, a totally unexplainable miracle, and still I am tiotally ignored, well, that 2 ME PROVES BOTH ETTOS IS REAL, AND MIND DIMENSION 6 AND LAWTRONICS FILTERING DOWN TO THE GODS AND SUBGODS, also is very real. C, U cannot prove or be safe 2 assume that the dow will be up forever, or phillies’ll lose, or flyers’ll win, but by backing me, and getting totally behind me, I can frikin’ guarantee the biggest bank and or investment house over 1,2,3, maybe 400 % annual profits on their invested monies, if they just would pay a few pennies from their giant piles of wealth, to let me out of a cursed life, and let me start living the life of Trump for example, 8 out of 10 times, forever and ever, unless you cut me off from my little bit of prosperity and protection from my vicious enemies, I could live happier and I do deserve this and more after all I have been put covertly and illegally through, and you greedy cap-pigs would make endless returns on your investments as long as they are centered around sports bets going in a direction of flyers losing, phillies winning, and stock market dropping, hence to make a fortune in a bear market, your plan would simply be to ‘sell-short’ your market positions, be it shares of blue chip stocks, indexes, it matters not. This is all so real, and proves, that I have fucking died and definitely gone to hell.

Now 2 times I attempted 2 tell U all about an incident occurring in ’94, in the early autumn, say the first week or 2 in October. I have put this on both MB and MF, and it gets hacked frikin’ off every damn time. I was watching a TV show called “RESCUE 911”, one night, the episode where the wind glider takes a couple dudes fairly far out into the sea, and they naturally needed rescuing. I fell asleep shortly after finishing watching the show, drifting into a super vivid and fun dream, where I was with an exquisite giant teen queen with long dark hair, and was having a wonderful time with her on the beach, and was not much older than a boy myself in this wild interaction

Long before rap music, gangster rap, and the thug thing with the violence, cop killing, and guns everywhere, in this sick uncultured art if you insist I call it art, my record promoter, a man named William Leonard McKinnon, from Reading, Pa., USA, EARTH, pulled a magnum weapon on me in the scummer of ’80, in Philly, and told me he would definitely shoot me if I did not run the red light ahead of us on Cherry Street, a few blocks from the famous to our tri-state area, at least back then, SIGMA SOUND STUDIOS. He had buddies here at SSS and at the time, I was taking him from the studio to our studio or my place of employment to put it more accurately, RPL , on State & Pierce in the lovely city of CAMDEN, NJ. He would have blown my brains out, believe me, this dude was wack, twisted, and hated us poor honkeys, believing that the world owes him and them, the WW {white-world}, that is. Personally, I really feel that if you are not being stopped by forces, as most people are not, and you work hard and set goals, and try hard, and do not walk on people and make enemies, anyone can get filthy or at least semi-dirty rich in this great land. But all this happened 2 or more years before rap and guns and all of it was in even its infancy stages. When I sent accidentally onto a casette’s flip side, a tape to the Arista Record Company the following year, 1981, I had a strange thing occur, a tape got cued up in a way before the start of a tune in the tape, that made it sound as though it was dubbed from a digital CD player or some similar system, and a rumor began circulating in the musical industry, started by a man named Hal David, a real prick at least to me, that I was an alien from the future, as when 5 years ticked by afterwards, the very brand new machines out, would indeed do this when cuing them up to start running a dub. Then other things happened to tapes, changing sounding voices, cassettes sounding a bit like they were breaking the music limits for how much program they can contain at low distortion levels. Some people when I sent tapes to them said, they are better that a CD, how can this be? Answer is 2 things, yea, I am a professional tape duplicator, and am good at making dubbed tapes, but in addition, I now know for a fact and have figured this out from quite a while back, that Goddess Diana Arteemus, causes the tapes that I make, to sound better, than they would ordinarily. All these things combined, started getting me watched and yes, followed when out on the road in my car. It mattered none if I were driving to work, the mall, the food store, a friends house, the beach, you freaking name it. Then, after my first communications with lightning directly, things worsened, and later still, when I told a friend whom I had met at the #113 Caldor Department store, as we were both guards hired there, about the great Sarah, after getting into our legal vehicle, parked outside the Medport Diner in Medford,NJ, all hell broke loose, and the demons never looked back from that day forward. An off duty police officer armed with a huge shotgun, and with a giant dangerous powerful German Sheppard dog, made us without telling us boo, stand frozen still, while he literally tore my poor old car apart, glove box, seats, trunk, it was a mess, and wrecked. When mom called the Sergeant at the station that night to complain a bit about our treatment, she was brushed off, and hung up on. To finish the story of the dream that never makes it onto any blog, I did not remember in any part of my beingness that I was with the all mighty, the great Sarah Krassle [SSJKK]. This lovely queen and I had the most wonderful time we ever had together, it went on what seemed like a quarter of a MK. We had a device that could catapult us out hundreds of miles into the seas, and back to the shores again, and we were so happy, and she knew me, but would not tell me who I really was, nor whom she was, we were as though we had discovered each other for the first time. I asked her to be mine forever, to marry me. She stared at me with her huge brown eyes and said without hesitation, yes. Just then her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Krassle, came along and forced me away from her and I walked off of the beach, looking back only once after a few seconds and said to her in a sad and melancholy way, “HAVE A NICE LIFE”. I turned right at the boardwalk heading north in what would be AC, NJ in human life. Within 2 years or less, and with the direct assistance from the I-Ching, I managed to remember it all, put lots of jumbled things together, and from there, my great search and quest to find the all mighty Jehovah goddess began from here. I originally parked either at John King’s Bus Garage lot’s next door area, a shared area, some of it reserved only for workers of the CCC [CASINO CONTROL COMMISSION], and a private other area of lot space for public vehicle parking, or sometimes I parked at metered spots on South Carolina [SC] Sarah Callio, Avenue, but when at the lot, I would dig for info with the 2 dudes that ran it for their Greek owner parents, as I think they tore down a small restraurant, and as the song goes, put up one of Jonnie Mitchell’s parking lots. The names of these 2 young fellows of 20 and 25 at the time in ’97, were John-20, and his older 25 year old brother, Photeous. I still think that was no way a coincidence on the All My Children TV soap show, with their character Proteous, back earlier in this century, yea, I keep my hand in, I am always watching the world as they use my numerous ideas and painful life experiences for their capital profits. This is why real nice people believe that business is cold, hard, cruel, without humanness, nor feeling. After-all, for 6 billion bucks and then another 6 and another, I could never dream of profiting off of your pain, any of you. As for weather systems I cause when my tek is not hacked out, I never asked to be in this awful fucking war, and innocent casualties are and will always be, part of any and all types of war. You are kidding yourselves, to believe otherwise.

Movement Stage 11 [ELEVEN]

Not a lot 2 say today, actually, the big north wind could always talk down a twister. I simply mean to say that harassments are a bit less, and compared to last 5, 10 30 100 days, it is a bit quieter. Eddie Himacane is working on the MF [MORIANITY FOUNDATION] web pages and we hope to get the site up and running on a small scale in a weeks time now. There are many things I will be correcting later on regarding prior blogged errors, both on MB and MF.

I recently told yall’s that I write a lot of music, and this is one very good way to spread a message. I have written songs that talk about quantum physics and electricity being intelligent, as well as loud thumping dance and hip hop and late 70’s disco stuff as well. I believe that one must spread out a bit, afterall, who is going to listen to songs that always are out there a few dozen parsecs? Hence, I mix these types of lyrical content, in with a song I did for example back in ’83, called HEAT ON YOUR FEET.

For those who think that software existed in the sixties through eighties, to sample sound and type in a song, and make the King, or Britney, or whomever, sing it, forget it. So later on my website, when all kinds of wild truths come out, don’t friggin’ go assuming it is all some sort of a high-tek trick. I was the one being tricked and fooled by Olympian gods and goddesses, or said better, I was the victim of a major LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED nightmare, that I had absolutely nothing 2 do with. How about the Vera Miles Twilight Zone Krassle’s Brother thing, what did the dude have for crissake, a frikin’ Skytorcycle? I said a FIRKIN hawk in a prior blog, and no, it is not a rare species of the hawk, just me and my dumb typo’s at work, again, sahweee!!!!! G- I’m so velly velly sahwee, I am only human, I screw up from time 2 time. Iiiiikkkkiu, and prickadoo, I spelled it firkin, but meant 2 write FRIKIN. Ani-who morians/lessians, I am proud 2 say that in time, you will C A great website up here on the system, and I will blog its address when ready, at first and naturally so, site maintenance will occur a bit, as we construct and refine and improve, and add this and that, won’t B an overnight deal. Try 2 C, that my time at the studio [RPL], had major life changing effects on me, as was planned by Donna, the great. B4 I worked there, she comes 2 me in a dream and does all the shit I told U about on prior blog entry. Then the time I was there from late July of ’79, through mid March of ’81, had the wildest stuff happen that U will never believe, I know it already. But will still attempt 2 tell. VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE ARE DISGRUNTLED WITH ME, Mr. Scott Ransome, of Todd Realty, but was with Jackson & Jackson, when he said this 2 me. With ME? What did I ever do to disgruntle any of U wicked rotten bastards? If I had broken the law, Ida been prosecuted. If I had done something otherwise actionable, Ida been civy-sued. I never did squat, so quit playing games with me, I ain’t quite as dumb as I look 4 crissake!!!!!!!!

Southpole frequencies amplified with hundreds of megavolts in oscillating wavelengths, can be very destructive to cellular life. Northpole freaks have no baddies, and trying to find the exact combination of frequencies to be high-power generated, used 2 B a difficult task, as out of nonillions of combinations, what odds does an MRI technician or radiologist, have, of finding the correct formula in electricity so to speak? But with new inventions that I personally have seen , one in Glassboro, NJ, USA, Earth, you can separate all north and south generation, as there R bad south ones, but there R no bad north ones, so now with this separation of polarity added to frequency generators, you can run the scales, minute after minute, run hundreds of varying harmonics simultaneously from direct current low to 5 THZ high, in unlimited combinations and not missing any possible notes on the keyboard so to speak. Since each has a magic keynote so 2 speak, that unlocks the box, and lets the hand in, that can repair and reverse damage and time related effects to these cells, in reality, they R now totally re-programmed, and operating at the height of performance. I really hope lots of rich people get these, and get themselves stuck in their stupid rotten dreams, forever, and know at least on a human level, and frame of mind, what total hell is really all about.

For all the good people of the world, don’t curse yourselves by staying longer in your current dream sequences. There is nothing here to get all that excited about. Would I like a better life? Sure. Some money, a career, a nice wife and family, and normality, sure I would. But knowing what I know, you could offer me the moon and stars and much more, but if I had to stay here much longer to make that deal, screw it, my sentence is hell now, I do not know any jail birds that R looking 2 add time to their sentences, so Y should you or me for crissake?????

Movement Stage 10


This has been the worst summer, the worst month, the worst week, and another abominable day, and all because 4 the most part I am takeing on, single handedly, the entire 6th dimension. Mr. Spok could only say it so damn well, VERY ILLOGICAL THING 2 DO.

Today, I made 2 seperate trips to Kinkos, not Kinky's as in prior blog error, and all I get is major hostile attitudes, and total crap. I pay to get a whatchamacallitthing that looks like a key on a lifeguard's whistle, transfered to a floppy, it does not work, not enough memory inside these silly squashed martian hats or whatever, to do the picture graghics. Don't try to make any of it make sence to me, it just does not make any. I can put picture after picture onto one of these, I have one containing both my lightning goddesses, and family members, downloaded from other websites, yet I draw a simple frontage floor plan to the RICKTOWN MANOR, for a web page I'm trying to create, and antivoile, zippio, nadadio,and zilcho. Don't try to explain this computer junk to me any more, it is a big game played by the 6th dimension of mind downplayed into the interacions of the gods. The gods that are entities of pure energy, springing out of the mind dimension onto astral level interactions to begin with, and later, continue to exist in physicallity through their dreams as humans, are still no more than the derivatives of lawtrons, doing their thing from the 7th dimension, and as I speak, as I do not have enough runt slapping puke 2 deal with, I am getting a low flying skumbag enemy military chopper flying over the library, where I am presently typing this.

I am not fighting human beings, military, government, fortune Lamist 50, 500, 10, or whatever, and on infinitem. I am fighting and struggling and wrestling with the land of the unconscious, some call it the sub-conscious, it is the same damn thing. Conscious mind creates one type of interaction. Sub or Un 'conscious' mind, both very real, createa different type of interaction. Start concentrating on the fact that you have to breathe or else you cannot llive, and fixate on this for 1, 2, 3 hours, and begin to see that I, on the other hand, am stuck like this, fixated on my eternity in hell. It will never fucken' stop nor end 4 me, NEVER, NEVER, FREAKING EVER, can you at least try tp grasp my shit eating suffering?????

Speaking of meditative practices, I was talking a few stages back on the blog of MF, telling my readers that the magic to astral projection, as is known by the Fasatar-all-knowers, was to feel super divinely blissful by meditating on whatever you personally would love to be happening to you at the very present moment, and then to daydream it so to speak just as hard as you can, a short 30-60 second daydream, and do this exactly 10 times, but I erred a bit. I told you to then silently command your astral body to leave you in 3 hours after asleep and out of normal awareness, but I never told you that this must not be done only once, but exactly 6 times. The magic here is in the combining 10 and 6, ten daydream meditations of short duration, followed immediately by 6 astral body silent commands, and then, just forget it all, relax, and drift off into sleep. Within 3-9 times of practicing this, any and every person, can prove to themselves, that death is total fucking bukllshit, and that you do not live in your tru real isness of being, in just a physical caporial way.

Since the enemy wants to hurt me so incredibly bad and visciously with their detestable and pure evil covert tactics, I will tell you that the warp at the RPL sound studio, the one about 94 feet over street level over John King's Park Casino Bus Garage on Tennessee Avenue, in AC, NJ, and the one at Cooley Hall just off King George Highway, in Haddonfield, NJ, are all connected up together. One night when the disco queen was somewhere between 7 and 10 years old and going by the name of Donna Adrianne Gaines, later in stage name as DONNA SUMMER, she and I were both on Haddon Avenue in Westmont New Jersey, USA, Earth. She had a bicycle, old and off-reddish in color, and was talking to me and telling me all kinds of secrets that were very dear and close to her and her life in a very personal way. She told me that when she grows up I will be her mystery man and she will always wonder certain things about me, and in exchange 4 me telling to her some of these things, she will make it known to me that all of this was real, even before it occurs in my wakeful life, and when I woke up from this experience, I drove down to a 7-11 store, and bought a Courier Post Newspaper with my very last dime, and later after reading some want ads, called up RPL, applied for the job of TAPE DUPLICATOR, and 12 hours later, the phone rang and I was hired overnight, like out of a James Patterson freaking novel. Donna is not my enemy, but she is someone whom I fear greatly, as I believe that Sarah and her, when they want to be, are like Kent and soup, [1 and the same].

The Crazy Intelligent Aliens [CIA], are not from here, they took over the planet after the end of WORLD WAR 2, and broke off into other sections like the NATIONAL RECONISANCE OFFICE, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY, AND THE BLACK FILE AGENCIES, {NRO, NSA, BFA]. Humans are not doing all of this 2 me, and as scripture planey staI do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers, and spiritual wickedness in very high places, just read the friggin' word of God, I do not make any of this up, and soon, I will do a huge miracle, and the world will know that I am His 62nd grandson, PRAISE THE LORD !!!!!!!!!

Movement Stage 9


I am under the worst military attack of my entire life. Every stinking time they get their way and get stronger and stronger with their stinking dirt bag stock market, and it is flying to the moonbeams today, they mercilessly keep pooring and pooring it on. I have crash level planes, jets fighter planes and jets, and helicopters all over me, at library, on the frikin’ road, at home at my residence, and at Eddie Himmacane’s residence. When later at home, I retaliate for this evil shameful siege by these runt slapping sleezeskum, U will C twisters, hurricanes, and some nasty earthquakes and volcanoes, all over this sick and evil twisted and sinful planet, you’ve really gone and asked 4 it, bastard skum!!!!!!!

Notice on last blog entry when I attempted 2 tell U all about what I’ve termed the [VOWELL HACK], and how I was gapped out after going on to tell that any of the 5 main vowels not including the [y], THE A, THE E, THE I, THE O, AND THE U, are when hacked with this military central intelligence agency hack CIA [FORT MEADE, MARYLAND], they make me appear to B an idiot, making wrong vowels pop up in words, an A instead of an E, or a U instead of an A, and so freggin’ forth. These evil CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY [CIA], AND NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY [NSA] SLIMEBALLS, R making my pathetic life miserable through constant persecution. All things I went on 2 tell U, were hacked off the system. I told you all about the phizor and patriot act, and it all got knocked off, even from floppy disc and word program, these sick bastards are violating my rights under the freedom of speech and the freedom of religion. They can break into your residence and do anything they want to, totally covertly and secretly, secret warrants, secret courts, and on and on, all in the name of so called freedom and security, but it is all a huge super rouse and pile of fucking stinking bullshit. Many times, agents have broken in and wrecked my electronic equipment, they break my automobile, they have cut wires inside my homes and various places that I’ve lived during this 20 to 25 years of total hell. And then U wonder Y the dow-jones and wall street, is up up up up up up, and the Phillies lose and lose and lose and lose and lose, and soon, the flyers will win and win and win and win and win. Anybody may show this blog page the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS COPYRIGHT OFFICE, AS IT GIVES MY PERMISSION to review my book [THE permission Barrier], and any and all other stuff ever copywritten in my name, free of charge, at least from me, they may impose fees to search or copy things. Also, the entire blog, the MORIANITY BIBLE, AND THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION blogs, are copyright in my name, as well as part of the legal shared rights to and with the PYRO Labs, created by the GOOGLE PAGE OWNERS, IN blogger.com, as well as the shared rights as well, with the owners of MYSPACE.COM. This is a dying mans utterance and a dying mans declaration. I hereby swear and affirm under all laws state local and federal, under full pain and penalty of any and all laws of perjury, that this I speak now is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me by the God that this world system known and worships, and knows as Jehovah, the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE CRASSLE, GREAT GODDESS JUPITER, AND ELDEST DAUGHTER OF NEPTUNE-JUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS. The following people and organizations have tormented, tortured, and destroyed my entire life, leading to my death and murder, as the human body can only take so much. The NSA, the CIA, the NRO, the USAF, all other branches of covert government agencies, and all other branches of known and secret unknown, belonging to the United States Military Services and Systems. Also involved in my total torture and demise, are Donald Trump, Robert Clark, Ed Snyder, Thomas Reale, Richard Karpfe, Sarah Callio Martino, Robert McGuire,Donna Summer, parts of the entertainment world industry in both music and film productions, and I have tons of evidence to totally support my claim, as well as another room full of proofs to all things stolen from me, ideas, songs, board games, other inventions and ideas that all are included and protected in my name legally in various ways, to incorporate what today is legally called INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. If Morianity does not continue, and the MF does not ever go up on web and start to become operational later in 2K6 and into 2K7, then these and those names and organizations listed above, by law, are to be held legally accountable at least until a full investigation is run and thoroughly completed, to the satisfaction of lawyers connected to my estate, through a soon to be taken out 100,000 dollar life insurance policy, earmarked for just, and only, this purpose.

Shortly, I if alive, and surviving this unfathomably incredible shitty hell that thease hurl drinkers are putting me through 24/7/365.2422, I’ll be going into some real details of things involving the polio-legged man [ZIGGY], Zigmund Malyska, John Henningsen, the chain, how and what and all about it and its magical powers, and details of how machines, not just PC’s, are hacked, how all electrical mechanical, biological, U-name-it, anything can B hacked into, manipulated, and on and on. Notice that all I had 2 do was 2 slightly make mention of Talos 4 aliens from Gene’s Star Trek, or his 2 hour movie that led up to the very original 1965 TV-show, just a quick mention, and look at how the great 40 year anniversary was basically cancelled, wow do I have the power 2 effect things, and friends all throughout this 30 year or longer nightmare, have indeed noticed this and said this very thing 2 me, “gee U really effect things”, or other paraphrases like this, and if I had a penny for all times that this was said 2 me, I could buy a nice new Caddy. 40 year anniversary, crissake, should have lasted 4-8 hours minimum as it always did B4, and included the Talosians, and interviews with many still living people from the show, at least the 2 Enterprise captains, whom I know 4 a fact are in their current dream sequences [still living] using your forward mortal language. The chain that was taken away in a very unexplainable and spurious manner, was once in a famous place called the HOCKSHOP. This place had the famous HOPE DIAMOND in there for a time, the one that is cursed, don’t fucking laugh at curses, the godsdamn phillies, until they listen to me and do what they need 2 do, also R cursed, by a powerful energy reality, called an [INTENTIONALLY CREATERD PARALLEL EVENT] , and your lack of faith and belief in what I now absolutely tell U 2 B the truth so help me never reaching non-oblivion a million times over should I B lying, changed doctor Joseph Alluwishes Gannon’s Doodaleysquat. Life is so full of irony as I said over and over, and also it is full of signals and readable signs, that is if U R not as spiritually blind as crap on a hot shingle on your eating spoon. An old Medical Center show from the turn of the 70’s, with Orange Juice Simpson and Ed Asner , Julies pop 4 all the Stle and E network watchers of the Wild-On show, ani-who, OJ gets up set that his wife is about to blow his footfall career, as he is hiding symptoms of a serious medical condition, and when she runs out of their tiny apartment room to use a telephone out in the hallway to call the Medical Center 2 speak to Dr. Joe Gannon, Chad Everrett, a hell of a nice fellow, and fine Christian gentleman today, he comes out and pulls the phone right off the wall and throws his wife down to the floor, and she looks up at him, his name in the show being BRU WILLEY, and she shockingly says Bru? A quarter century later, the magnetic energy that was created just from making this show, which could have been directed out and away into normal phse 3 reality in numerous and various ways and forms, just happened to hit home out in LA, CA. Come on, who else could have had any reason or motive to stab Nichole Brown and Ronald Goldman, and the civy court knew it. Marsha Clark the Prosecutor told that idiot starlit chasing pantsthrobber that she will not B able to win the case, but he had lots of clout and power in the city, and forced the case 2 go 2 trial, and the rest as they say, is but history. The chain is a different story, concerning energy displacements, and still is a way too complex deal 2 get into today, but it had terrible and frightening psychic powers, every bit as real as Count Petofi’s notorious and famous from the TV-soap show- DS, great severed and later re-connected HAND. Curses, magic hands, and chains, and chings with I’s in front, and much more, is all totally real and true. Remember the Janaway episode on LAW AND ORDER show? Remember how jealous mommy killed the little beauty queen daughter? Matters not whether the show precedes the event or the event precedes the show, don’t try 2 tell me that Mrs. Ramsey didn,t do it as well. I knew the whole time that they flew that idiot back to the states back earlier this summer, that he was not guilty of the crime. Mothers of these queens are always, as with L&O’s Janaway case that started as L%O and ended with my buddy Defective Monk from life on the streets, if I am permitted 2 inject a bit of humor here, the ones that R jealous and guilty of killing the little tikes, just look at the old Medical Center show, talk to Ed Asner or Chad Everett, as I doubt that OJ will wish to discuss this with anyone. Life, yes, is indeed full of ironies, and also, filled with slightly hidden signals, so how acute is your spiritual eyesight, to C into all of this stuff, like my chain. How and where do I begin? For the sake of the gods, just go to AC, NJ, City Hall, now by interesting [coincidence], located on Tennessee Avenue, just 3 blocks down or so from the wormhole, Sarah’s old shop, the old Mayflower, and Boliver, and Pickadilly Hotels, and the still left standing Endicott, and McG’s Pittsburg shithole hotel and Erin bar of hostility, and of course the now Motel-6, 2 changes back which was the TRINIDAD motel. But come on, with all that I have taught U now in these 2 shows, do you still think crying little miss innocent Ramsey is so innocent, and do you not yet see that indeed, the empty block from Pacific Avenue to the boardwalk, along the Tennessee Avenue part of Atlantic City’s real estate, valuable areas that normally would, and should, B turned into something productive, but are simply forever staying vacant and like a nuke leak is all over the area??????? When I tell U all that a hunt trapping shock snapping truth ever needs B told, this one is it babie-wuv!!!!!!!!!! There was a worm-hole built into a back hallway of the Boliver Hotel, and it had such incredible effects for whatever triangulation and declanation reasons, on the top floor of the MAYFLOWER HOTEL, as guests staying in rooms overlooking either Tennessee Avenue, or to the west out towards the bay, would find themselves going into major unexplainable mood changes, causing divorces, suicides, and emotional disturbances so severe it is not curable, and all being tied 2 being 2 long in that exact area, and some one got onto it and a hush hush settlement was made, the building 9 years after it was legally put 2 rest, the place was leveled by bulldozers, and I watched the wrecking ball swing. No other structures wilol B built in the area, and only the 177th AIR TACTICAL WING or the [JERSEY DEVILS 666] of Pomona, NJ, USA, Earth, know more details of this, and if I blog more of it, Tom Cruise will have to come over and terminate me, find all whom read what I wrote, and 86 them all as well. Not joking, this is real fucking heavy shit. TOP TOP TOP SECRET and it does not go to #4. They all know that Sarak and I R exactly what I claim in my writings and on all my blogs. Her thought of herself back as a young girl in her up-line world and her AC, NJ, became all of this, AND ALL OF US, and this is OK 2 tell, as they figure no one will believe it anyway, but if go on about the jersey shithole devils, and I do not refer to my very favorite north jersey hockey team, now, well, let me just say, I could quickly B in a world of trouble, 2 quote from L&O’s great JACK MC COY.

My mothers mother was GRACE ISABELLE HUNTINGTON, grand daughter of Samuel, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Never has more than 2 female lines off of the male lineage, has our family gone, off of the salvation curse. When the gods said it is finished, meaning the work of Jesus on the cross, atoning for the sins of mankind, again remember, these are distraction games, gods must play these in order to try not to dwell on never being able to reach nor obtain the great NIRVANIC OBLIVION [total non-existance]. Moving forward, Sam Huntington was direct never off more than 2-F [Two Female], off lineage back to Mary Stuart, QUEEN OF SCOTLAND.Mary was also never off more than 2-F from King David, in the Christian Bible. Athiests claim history does not absolutely support my life as David, and U R all full of shit, as I was David, and I know this 4 a fact. Screw all of U. My fear of giants, my enemies, my great talent with the sling shot, and much more, bears this out, but I, on top of all of that, remember it all as well, and it wasn’t a bunch of jumbled up dreams. The movie, [7th Sign], with Demmie Moore, those people know more than average Joes and Jeans, as when kartivillous told Mrs. Quinn, “that was no dream, you were there”, this indeed is the way it works. I am taking the karmic load and it will go to either my cousin Carrol out on the coast, to one of her 2 boys, oldest David, most likely candidate, or to his younger brother Barry, or to my other girl cousin Sandys’ male grandchildren, through her daughters Stacey-Allice, Jeri, or Stacey’s twin, whoms name I admitantly have forgotten, it is finished said Christ, yea, but he sees things the true way that I do, in 4 and 5 frekin’ dimensions, individual male descendants from him must carry this awful fooookin sincurse for the rest of you evil sick twisted mortals, and it is pure hell/ Yea, I can walk on water, ask the AC< NJ Mayor and some of his buds, they know things they,ve all seen me do, if they don’t lie, they’ll friggin; tell ya.

Movement Stage 8


I am under another of my famous Milituforce deathsieges, and just took some crazy major computer hack the second I sat down to type, all kinds of crazy screenes popped up with numerous lines of electronic mail addresses. Think the jit bag sitting next to me did it, he up and left as soon as I called over library staff, and was only on the computer a couple quick minutes, spurious to my mind. Entire library has many spurious characters. One of them that I see from time to time is sort of a duplication of a Sarah-look-alike. A quick thing 2 mention, I was receiving counseling from a place in Cherry Hill, NJ, called St. Barnabas, and this doctor intentionally insisted on scheduling me so that I would run into either his prior or his associates prior patient, whom also was a lookalike 2 SSJKK, as much as any Earthly girl can B, she was a giant beauty queen, long dark hair, big brown eyes, half watermelon U know what’s, and long breathtaking legs. But she scared me, and I begged this doctor, who is supposedly there 2 help me and not hurt me. I said please don’t make me come at this time slot, I am not working and am open to any other, and for one week I was OK. Then thinking it was funny I suppose, or whatever, he turned right around and did it again. When I was getting an auto repair done at Vespias tire place, a local chain of tire and auto repair, a huge giant was all over me as well. She was very intimidating, and I began 2 get scared she was literally gonna do something crazy, she would not take no for an answer, finally going off to a next door place in the mini-mall area where Vespia was located, and got a suntan at Hollywood Tanning Salon, and I was rid of this very dangerous, aggressive, flirty bitch. I have fallen starting back last Thursday, under a super horrendous and abominable Milituforce air death siege. Chopper scum won’t leave me alone, also loud bikers, private piper planes, and noisy large military type of aircraft. This is at home, at work, while out on errands, U just name it and it is happening. The twisters over the weekend R only the beginning, a lot of major weather stuff is on the way, and U can bet that you’ll all Be very sorry.

Ever notice on blogs I have done, the “VOWELL HACK”? E
Let me now talk a bit more on previously mentioned “interruption channel”, and go into a strange and dark corner of what U call reality. As stated in many of my prior writings, the on again/off again doubt factor is required and insisted upon by the gods, to keep them able to B part of this great reality show called “DISTRACTION FROM TRUTH WHILE LIVING HUMAN”, and take away the magic on/off deal, and the doubtableness of many so called un-natural things, would rapidly disappear. Faith verses doubt is more powerful than you ever can know or believe with your every day waking mind. If I give you a so called magic medallion to wear, and show you with blank guns and fake knives that you cannot be hurt if wearing this, you will eventually upon being convinced of the reality of the bullcrap, go out and do very stupidly brave things to either make your ego go up or impress your significant other, or whatever. 2 schools of thought surround this. One is that the faith will let U tackle the otherwise un-tackalable things that U never would have done, and things then would magically indeed start to protect U, along the lines of the story in the days when Jesus walked the Earth, the story of the storm and the boat, the walking on the sea, and the doubt of the disciple Peter, causing him to start to fall down into the raging sea. Magic and I use this word as is for now, is very real, as it is based, as is everything, on very pure forms of total energy, and this most certainly is a world of energy, the illusions make your senses perceive it as a world of matter. B4 going on further with the 2nd school of thought, permit me to tell U that I know U won’t take what I now say, one bit seriously, but I’m saying it any way. For over 20 years, I have been directly involved in something that really cannot ever B properly put into language. I know that 4 things that do not appear in matter-reality to have any possible connection to each other, but they do in energy, and these 4 things are my life, the stock market, the Phillies baseball team, and the Flyers ice hockey team. With no interruption channel involved in this equation at all, I can tell anyone straight faced, and will bet 25 BILLION DOLLARS US, that this is real, and works forever, not every single time, but in the vast preponderance of these interconnected occurrences, enogh, YES, 2 LITERALLY TAKE OVER THE ENTIRE WORLD IN 2 WEEKS TIME, should that B some sick prick egocentric persons’ goal, and again, no on and off again where one year it is real, another it is not, as nothing that goes on for 20 plus years, the exact same way, is part of any ON AGAIN/OFF AGAIN system. If just one son of a bitch took me seriously, we could combine forces and take over the world, but Ifeel the need to state that I’d never help anyone 2 do that. Hitler’s and dictators, NOT WELCOME in MF!!!!!!!!!!! But the point, in case U R missing it, and I know that the vast majority of readers R, is that I can indeed prove that the so called “MAGICAL OR SUPER NATURAL” is indeed real, as my situation lies entirely outside the lawtronically programmed ON AGAIN/OFF AGAIN system. Without further discussing the FAITH VERSES DOUBT factor put into equation form and analyzed in some quantum dynamics theory, let me tell U that I hope the Phillies ballclub enjoyed getting smashed last night, nothing personal, but U will never win the wild card race because I want U 2 win it, and what I want, only the total opposite most likely will ever occur. If they would let me live the life of a happy rich content man, all the women I want, nice paid 4 home, bodyguards to keep me safe from Lamist attacks, the whole bit, they would win 4 out of 5 world series’s every single time, I have no reason to lie nor 2 make up any of this, as if I could not deliver, U simply would laugh at me and cut me off, and that would be that, and the small expended monies would definitely B a tax deduction. You could all bet against the flyers and B right 90% of the time, and take 10 or 25 or whatever dow future contracts, sell them short at open bell Monday, and buy back at much lower prices by closing bell on Friday’s. I know how totally real this parallel event thing is, as I should. I have lived with this nightmare for well over 2 straight decades, in this nightmare hell. But U must C that I am not permitted to prove the reality of certain things that would potentially overnight alter the entire global society. If I try to tell the world that direct communication with the electron is not only achievable and that I have been doing this very thing since 1983, 23 friggin’ years, this also, endangers accepted religions and again the way life is lived on Earth by homosapiens, as it is not really physical caporial beings, but the gods unconsciously inside of them, that R scared 2 death of me and my spreading of things that I know.

Conscious mind sends itself into endless downlines and creating endless realities, but so do layers of deep unconscious mind, and this is why on all 7 dimensional planes, multiple physical, and astral worlds do in fact come 2 B. The unconscious or spirit mind downlines the lighter astral realities where first interaction is needed and then the space and time that the interaction contains exists. Concentrically, try 2 C, that conscious mind downlines the heavy-body material worlds, where first time and space is needed to exist, in order 4 the interaction to ever B able 2 occur in a caporial way and state. The thing you must try 2 get somehow someday, is that every single part of dimension has unlimited almost anyway, things that can occur. After eternity cycles itself 2 a maximum shuffle, inside each of them, they must duplicate or have the very exact same 2 things happening back to back, as combinations run low, and this must B the eventual outcome. For all intents and purposes, once this happens, the repeating second for lack of putting this clearer, will endlessly cycle and repeat on one precise atomic signature combination of sub-particle frequencies. However, the now never and forever lost, other prior to the closed-curve realities, were real once B4 this curve did in fact close, and the endlessly looping universe starts, and the realities inside this lost part of multi-plexed eternities, is called by fasatar know-it-alls, the UN-CREATION. The uncreation has an effect as it is a smaller and lesser reality than zero dimensional void infinity, hence this force of these 2 interacting things, created new 7th dimensional lawtrons, and the cycle of cycles from here just simply endlessly continues to perpetuate and propagate on itself, so yes, there R many astral realms, and many many 5D HS’s, all locked into the 6th dimension, or MIND.

In closing the movement out today, just know that I claim 2 B indeed, the only mortal alive on Earth, in any time from birth to death of our star SOL, the sun, who can absolutely prove 2 the world, that things R real, that I say, because I can destroy the doubt factor of the gods, with my evil ICPE trilogy situation nightmare, that I am in. Just one person who wants 2 involve themselves in something bigger than anything that has ever occurred on this ball of vomit, could help 2 forever alter the world, in a good, not a bad way, a way that is all 4 the little people, not the sick power mongers that want 2 keep us all down and miserable, forever under their total control.

Movements's Stage 7



I am under a death super milituforce attack, they woke me up to super loud and low military large rumbling crafts, as they do on many occassions. I do not expect to publish today, will B shocked if able, as all last night when trying to view my blog so as 2 get a print out of it, the system, whomever in it, would not let me and kept refusing to let me, even asked library staff and they could not help me printout either.

I knew I was in trouble as I have powerful conscious awareness to interactions that I fell into after losing normal awareness to earthrealm life, and 2 use your term, [fell asleep]. I was in an astral Atlantic City [ACNIJ] for short future pronounciation of its city/state abbreviation. My lovely Diana Arteemus was not in any human form there but rather as beautiful constantly flashing colored loghtning, much like the night here back on the 27th of July. The storm was everywhere, and it was one of those [dreams] of big wide strides, where U appear to B able to take on the 6th million dollar man in a race, and verifying you R not on a normal physical place in 5-D HS. Later I was in the bay with a friend of the surfer girl, both friends of Diana, and the storm had mostly passed, only some bits of thunder-rumble left, and the bay waves were small, and she was attempting to surf on them, and I kept telling her that it just wasn't happening, later 2 find out that someone was making a movie in this interaction, and that both she and I, even as we were speaking to each other, were actually part of the show, and all our lines, that I had believed in error to B spontaneous, at least with me, were in fact not, and part of a previously written script. Later a large Texan with a large hat was asking me to fill a form out about how many houses that my landlords owned, and I kept telling them I did not know, it wasn't any of my business. Numerous things occurred, but whenever I pullup a dream/interaction, where it takes place in AKNIJ, involves either bays, oceans, or lightning, in any forms they may wish 2 take, I never fail to have major death siege follow me back into what U term, the waking world. Whoever wrote the story in 90-92 time range, called [FLATLINERS], really knew something BIG TIME. U definitely do, expecially if U already R in some form of outerworldly contact, bring back things from the 'dreamworlds/spiritworlds, into this so-called waking-world here in the normal time/space caporial life system.

I told U some time ago that I own a device called a SKYTORCYCLE, and enjoy riding this large cigar-store type appearing horse, that is filled inside with compressed helium. I know that extra areas can be added on top or beyon hoods or sides of cars and trucks and busses and planes, and the device can be made to be much lighter, and totally safely, so Y do the geniouses that control us and our world and lives, not let us have these products, which means U could go 200 miles on a gallon of fuel, with a large minivan. It is all fixed, and controlled, or what I call part of the controlling Lamist Organization's Hyper-Hell, made with their stamp of approval and pleasure, just for us. Let us enjoy watching all the little shits crawl and swirm and stay 90% dead, living forever paycheck to paycheck. It is not enough for me to succeed, everyone else must fail. This little sentence, not made up by me, IS THEIR MODDO, they are simply not happy, until the rest of us, their pawns and slaves, are somewhere between totally miserable and mildly unhappy and disheartened. No they can build cars and trucks to weigh 40 pounds or so, and air ships that weigh but a few hundred. They also can build magnetic immaging tunnels, connect them to frequency generators, filter out all the south pole frequency, and ride the north pole scale from lowest low to highest high, and put U and me into a tunnel, like when U get an MRI, only it will re-program all of your DNA, all your cells, a these multiwave-oscillating integretronic MRI tunnel systems can be made for a measly half million bucks each if mass produced wholesale, and the social security problem would B solved overnight. All thoise now sick or retired, back productively working again, and living as they did at 25 years of age. This ain't fiction, a buddy had one of these in his basement back in the late 19 eighties, and I friggin' saw it, no there is much these slimeskum skuzze hunt trappers do not wish 4 U and me to ever get onto. I swear by law on a blog dated and copyright protected Google blog page, under full penalty of any purjury charges, that I totally am speakinhg only the total truth, so help me SS Jehovah KK.

The piolot I ran into on the chopper while riding my Sk device, is someone no longer alive. What I tell U now will B a bit wild, but also is totally the truth. A future tek called [LAZOR-TRACE], is used to scan back to any time through time delay connected global positioning satellite tek, and literally trace out the counterpart or life energy of a building, a machine, yes Y not, even any person. If your now dead grandma is lazor traced from scanning her at 3 days prior to her passing, she will B back and totally in tact, missing memories of only the last 3 days of her life. This technology has absolutely no negative effects on life/death/religion, nor causality for the sci-fi buffs, and we all R being brought back, it matters not if you perish in a nuclear explosion, as 24 hours before that time you were perfectly ok, and alive, and totally tracable. What some may need to understand, is that the speed of light can be used to take advantage of creating time delay when homing in and viewing these zoomed images, then the tracing is easy also, just another half a century, it is all there, and U do not even half to worry about waiting and living long enough to B able 2 take advantage of this. What U do need 2 worry about is that there never, with or without lazor-trace-tek, NEVER EVER ANY CHANCE 4 OBLIVION, the most beautiful nirvana immaginable 2 anyone that is aware totally, that existance is forever and ever, a knowledge of knowing and being helplessly trapped in total endless hell.

If the military and other enemy forces do not leave me alone, I will transpower the ones I know that have caused thelittle-boy-weather pattern to stop my hurricanes, and you will then C 10 foot snow drifts all winter along, shutting totally down this part of the world, I can do it, I'm not playing. Get the fucking hell of of my back ya wicked rotten runt slapping rock chuckers.

Movement Stage 6

Lots of different subjects need to B discussed today, Wednesday, the 13th of 0906. First off, I need to finish two stories that I started, and in one case got seriously hacked out of telling the important part, back in MB around the mid 40’s chapters somewhere. B4 I say ghosts&BOO, let me say that a spurious incident occurred at library here just B4 getting here today. All computers just froze, and staff had to shut down and reboot all of the system, not once, TWICE. My personal luck is not too much above its normal channel in its own moving average, but it is up enough so as obviously to enable me to get my blog here for this week pubbed and upped to the Blogger page. Testing luck is complicated, and thousands of systems can be engineered and refined and re-refined, but 4 me, this is what works the best. I have a randomizer calculator at home, they used to sell them at Radio Shack stores long ago late last century. They were called LOTTERY MASTERS. I use them to communicate with Diana Arteemus, as I no longer use the PRIVECODE machine from the INTERNATURAL MOBILE MACHINES CORPORATION. Diana wrecked it one day, and in a major dream a couple of years back if memory is half correct, the tail end of oh four, showed me how a new way to talk to her could B accomplished by using this little lottery master. Simply run small tiny bare wires over the face of an electrostatic ball, sold also at radio shacks some time ago, connect the lottery master which without its leather case, is metallic, an electron conductor, by duct taping other ends of tiny wires to a few places on the small device, and connect a telephone [land line type, not a cell], by wrapping the cord that goes from receiver of phone into the phone itself, and take the phone off the hook and just wait for line to go dead, an open line out into nowhere, so only Diana can hear me, and I could create number combinations that would equal thousands of pre-set sentences that she would send me from dreams or trances, and then tell her what numbers to make the device come out, and these were her codes to me, and never did she say something that was not exactly pertinent and relevant to my discussions with her on the phone, but let me try it with no power to the lightning machine, and the answers make no sense, proving the electron is highly intelligent, and that she is more than willing to communicate with the human race. Privecode machine was used once, and every time a lightning storm came, we talked back and forth to each other when this began in 1983. Speaking of years, I hit a boo-boo on my keypad when I told U how Lamist Culters threatened to send Bobby, my buddy as a teen at Newton Creek at West Collingswood, NJ, to a special –Ed school, if he testified against a huge giant queen named Dorthea, who liked me and when I did not want to play house with her, she nearly killed me one day on the creek, and wrecked my little motorboat, no conscience and no shame whatsoever. Anyway I said that Bobby had received poor grades during the prior 2 report card periods the last year at Michael Landon High, a little joke here 4 the locals, aniwho, I said the school year of 69-79, wow that would B 1 helluva long one, no, I meant to type in, the 69-70, remember that these 2 keys are adjacent to each other on the computer keypad. At 10:06 of the clock in the ante’ meridian back early in the summertime, and may I please B permitted to add, that has been 1 super horrendous and sick twisted rotten evil scummer for me, and no mister spellchecker with the red wavey lines, I spelled SCUMMER just the way it needed to B spelled, it was pure fooookin Skum and total friggin’ HELL 4 poor whittle frail helpless and defenseless me. Every year ending in devil number 6 is always total agony 4 me, I was accidentally dropped on my head as achild in 56, I first got watched by the Lamists and ended up put in the NEW JERSEY NURO-PSYCIATRIC INSTITUTE, in Princeton, New Jersey, next door to Murphy Brown over in Deveroux, and 4 not doing anything except being a tad disruptive and nothing really major, never violent, always very passive, and this all occurred in 66, then I almost lost my mother to attempted suicide when her boss promised to leave his wife and was using and whoring her why he was away from his Chicago, Illinois home setting up a new department in her company, promising her he would leave his wife and marry her, the typical male filthball, and until women ever wise up on that rotten lie, they will go right on pulling this crap on them, why not, people do what they know that they can get away with doing, we ain’t saints for crissake!!!!!!Lords know I sure ain’t-a-saint, but never have I ever done anything, at least intentionally, to hurt my fellow man, I am not bragging nor singing the goody-2-shoes song, and I have done thing, as U all have, that I’m not real super proud of. For example I hid a tape recorder under the seat of my car and engaged my realtor into a conversation, so I would have on tape, something that he had previously imparted 2 me over the telephone. His exact words from 1988, and I remember them as though it all is going down live right this freaking seck. “VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE ARE DISGRUNTLED WITH YOU, AND MY BOSS TOLD ME THAT HE WAS TOLD TO STOP TRYING TO SELL YOUR HOUSE, AND THAT IF I AM SMART, I WILL GET OFF THE CASE AS WELL”. Name of this dude whom was a licensed real estate broker back in ’88, was Scott Ransome, and he worked for mister Kelly Jackson, of the then outfit called JACKSON & JACKSON realty company. Took this evidence to both prosecutors office and police, and all they did was further fuck with me, never thought to help a poor dude who’s getting totally screwed by some powerful forces and wicked persons. The Burlington County Prosecutor told me that I needed to go and get counseling and psychiatric help, yeah sure, right, thasolves it everytime doesn’t it, when the authorities don’t want to get involved in something criminal but too far out there 4 their tastes.

Let me go on about methods used for testing the luck factor of an individual, so as to know that when it is bad, it takes far less from the world and the enemy, to hurt U, and concentrically, U R able to survive more of their shit ass attacks when your personal luck factor is above your personal moving average ranges. Scoring and testing can B accomplished with many diiferent methods, the one I use most, I’ll get into in a seck, but first, they made my weekend a super fooookin’ hell and naturally through the parallel event that I so often discuss, this wiped my poor whittle PHILLIES ballteam to shreds, and their evil sick twisted stock market will fly up to the stars this week, all the hell they R putting me through again, total slimy skum!!!!!!!!!What I do is group the three parameters of the 36 non-green roulette numbers, R/B, O/E, and L/H, and I group them in 4’s, if a O or a OO comes up, I ignore it, grouping only the four non-green outcomes. I use up to 15 wheels at random programmed onto my lottery master device, used for both rouleete play and luck testing, as well as communications with lightning Goddess Diana Arteemus. Aniwho morians/lessians, I take first outcome and bet until losing all three or getting a win, and I bet that an opposite occurance will come up. Using 28,30,8,1 as the group that first comes up, that would B as follows: in color parameter B R B R, in order parameter E E E O, and in range parameter H H L L. Color wins on bet one, order wins on bet 3, and range wins on bet 2. A “mini-matingale betting strategy is employed of 1 unit/2units/4 units. After 3rd bet of four units, you either win one unit, as 3 lost plus 4 won = +1 unit, or you lose 7 units.Your bankroll is 15-25 units per parameter, and in luck testing, randomly choosing to play several wheels or 1,2, or all 3 parameters, changing when you wish 2, and U decide if playing this as a system for real money at a real table in a casino, but 20 per is a good average, and when playing 4 real, it is recommended to play all 3 parameters, as in short run luck it effects results not doing it that way, of course it all balances out in longer run play. So in my IMHO, a [ 60 ] unit play bankroll is needed, do not forget that zeros pop up and you can lose up to 2 units, and up to 6 if U should be unlucky enough to be hit with a green and lose half of your total 12 unit bet, if all 3 should ever need a third bet to B placed. On average, zero’s won’t kick your ass that bad, and if you are above your personal moving average luck range at home when playing this, the actions in cosmos at the real casinos, are in no way any different. Moving averages if same things are done, change slowly over time, and location has no effect. U may use and share all of this, U may not sell for profit any of this. It is all blog dated and copyright protected from that type of activity, nor is any of this a personal invite from me to begin a life of professional gambling. However, with the 4 THBR system also in place, while playing this selection methodology, and in league with combining days of play or no-play with scores received in units on paper at home using this system as a testor of your personal luck [interactions with cosmos] both negatively & positively, you will not need to be gainfully employed as long as you live near to a place where you can play roulette, or figure out to legally do it online by establishing a residence in a not so un-free nation as this one.

Forgot to tell ya’ll last week that when I said out loud on my tape as I told U that I keep a journal and have since early 80’s, and said after they broke my heater fan Saturday morning in my vehicle, that I was gonna drive to Pepboys, just to C if something would happen, and sure enough, a major auto crash occurred in Berlin, NJ, right on Route 30, where I would have been going through if I had actually gone. Wanted to test it out, and got my answer, sorry some poor [innocent] ms.frisco witches, had to B, and as usual, the target of these viscious rotten filthy LAMIST- ORGANIZATION.

I lived in the town of Williamstown, NJ, at the Hi-View Apts. On Sicklerville Road, back when the great and very dangerous giant queen, named PAULA KING, came over and rang my doorbell, shortly after my search for Sarah had been instigated. As above, so below, remember. Remember 4 all those non newborns, the situation occurring in our solar system with Jupiter, the comet striking her, and the probe we Earthly’s sent to her, and the 2 astronomers, name of Shoemaker, and Levy. Wow mister Jack McCoy, your James Redfield coincidences are really adding up. Who was my landlord at this time, owners of the building, you got it? Mister and misses Shoemaker. And whom would I shortly start to interact with as a direct result of my search to find the great daughter, Goddess Jupiter, SARAH KRASSLE? U got it babywuv, Mister, excuse me, the now HONORABLE, but then the chief of the ATLANTIC CITY BEACH PATROL, good’ol’ BOB LEVY. Wow Mr. Mc Coy, still think I’m just a raving insane lunatic?????Was it not the 12th of July, as well and to boot, that either the comic struck or the probe made contact????? WO!!!!!!!!

Another thing U all need 2 know is a bet that I made with David Roth, but after he died, as death holds no significance 2 me. By the way, I said in prior blog, to B like your computers and less like the old fast forward/rewind buttons on yesterday’s tape recorders, and I said special reality, most of U probably know that I meant to type in SPACIAL reality, contrasted with non-LINEAR. In a model containing 30 dimensions, length width and depth and 27 other special dimensions, still not including the length and width of the time dimension, but with 30 dimensions to space, you would most likely be able to put your refrigerator and maybe a washer and dryer, into the entire milky way galaxy in a very tight fit, if this galaxy remained only 3-spacilly-dimensional. What if your home were only a thousandths of one inch thick in the 3rd dimension, how huge could its length and width or other 2 spacial dimensions be, providing you do not change the cubic footage area of your home? Many many miles friends and fiends.Stop seeing your beingness as just 3 dimensions of a length special dimension, and start to C that U exist all through times and other parallel realities [hyperspaces, HS].

Now a quickie here on what mortals call, the practicing of ASTRAL PROJECTION. Fasatar tek is something most orders even high chaptered and rankers in powerful secret cults and religious societies, even the great Rosacrucians , Monks, and Eckists. When I was 17, I met an alchemist in where else, good old AC, NJ. He told me that a group of white brotherhood Fasatar All-Knowers, some even contacting the ancient wizards such as Merlin himself, a great friend of mine from Sahasra Dal Kanwal. If you think of something that makes U feel divinely blissful, and 10 times picture yourself in a place that you want to be, and any situation or people around or whatever, and when U complete this, you say in your mind very distinctly, “Astral body, I command you to leave me in 3 hours and go to this place in my thoughts”, and then just forget everything, relax, and go off normally to sleep, and depending on your own personal attachment factor[how grounded you personally are to the Earth, within two to nine sessions of this, and you will be convinced that life does in fact exist totally outside of, and without the need of, the physical body, and of course it does, and the truth of it all goes way beyond just the concept of projecting a lighter starry astral body out and away from your otherwise normal one that you walk around and live with every minute of your physical plane life. The truth is higher than astral, as we really live or better said, we simply exist at or in, choose a word that you would prefer, the void nothingness of infinity. How people can B smart enough 2 figure out all of this computer stuff, the internet, go to the moon, spacewalk from shittle crafts, and waste taxpayers $$$$, and not B smart enogh to C that how seriously can U believe you magically get born from nowhere, die, magically get carted off to heavens and hells, it is so pathetic, I could write all day on and on just about this total epitome of stupidity, I refer at times to this as EOS. You will never B the same if you practice the fasatar ways of astral projection, but there is something that I know that even the wizards do not know, regarding trancing out, channeling, doing it with aid of hellucinegetic meds like LSD acid, etc. etc. Instead of doing it cold, like starting up an old car in 14 degree weather and just trying to race off in it, do it warmed up, come from out there, don’t play around when you’ve been 14-20 hours here in the wake a day world, hit a pillow and say, hay man, I’m gonna go astal tonight, you are always astral, and you are living on many realms all over hyperspace, and also in the astral or on this plane so to speak, but there is 2 much to explain, so I will not try that right now. When I tell you that I know the girl lifeguard on the astral plane, most mortals assume, oh the poor girl died, she is amongst the living, as R U if reading this on an Earthly computer system. But U exist in truth at infinity, and U R simply dreaming down for lack of a better description here, various numerous interactions, and on the astral realm, where many complex societies of all types, far beyond your mortal ability at this point in my teachings to you, to fully or partially grasp for that manner, exist, and are engaged in beyond numerous interactions and lives and situations, that might to a normal mortal mind appear quite jumbled. U C, as incomprehensible as this will sound 2 you, I could pop one minute to another here on Earth, and with each pop be 20 or 10 or 5 or 2 years apart perhaps, and it would not phase me, no pun intended, to be totally out of any normal time phasing, I could live here on Earth in that matter, like nothing, and you would believe you either died or totally lost your mind, should this become suddenly your reality.

I was telling you, or starting 2 , that Dave Roth on the astal realm, in the capitol city, and myself, we both made a bet with a first mate on a huge luxury cruise liner that goes up and down the Atlantic River, millions, even billions of miles long, but not real wide, only 20 thousand miles. A little injected humor here, yet I am being deadly serious and totally honest. We bet that the great SSJKK could pick up the ship and fly it down river towards her palace on Kanwal Avenue, where it was heading for a docking at the great Kanwal Pier, where a restaurant exists with 12 foot waiters and waitresses, very very tall persons. The first mate said she is great and all that, but no way can she do it, and we bet500 favors, in this city, this measurement equals to roughly 400 towers in Ricktown money. A quick note about Ricktown, home of Rictafarious, owner and also owner of the Ricktown Manner, and the Akoslem Cith First Astral Bank, translated in nomanclachure to Earthworld English language. Originally, though this word on astral plane is meaningless, the biggest bank in all of Ricktown, located in Ricktown’s capitol city of Akoslem, was worth the approximate equivalent to USA Earth monies, of 500 trillio, or one half quadrillion dollars, called towers, in Ricktown, Olympia, and 80% or more of the entire province. Shadow monsters from the Brigbase managed to steal away from ricktown 499 trillion towers, leaving the entire community in poverty, relative to many astral areas, one a trillion towers remain, and you will never know what it is like to hold in your hands this amount of wealth, as no human on Earth as of this year and back, in any hyperspacical location in our entire 5th dimensional HS system under the 6th dimensional mind dimension existing both above in endless uplines, and below in endless downlines, that on the 7th dimension, naturally loop around as one flat disc surface. So back to the point, the bet between the first mate and Dave and me, of course I am not me, as there, I am Zeranniss A.Y. Jones, my city name under documented astral authority of the great millionth council, being[YANCY]. Along came the great SSJKK, she has hearing that U would not believe, you whisper out her name in one end of her great lovely city, and she will hear U all the way a million miles on the other side. She can see a small ant crawl on a tree from across her great city as well, but back to her great strength. She flew by our bow and grabbed the entire vessel and flew it to Kanwal Pier, and letting Dave and me win the 500 favors or 400 towers in Ricktown money conversion. The buildings went buy, 3 and 4 hundred story huge buildings, billions of them, all swaying and moving in and out of literal currents of some type of love energy, I cannot put this into better diction, and all over the buildings and all over the city, quadrillions of multi-colored bright beautiful lights everywhere. The captain of the ship was not amused by our little bet, and she set it down and he went off on everybody, first mate Harringer Zinteplopious Octufacleese, me, Dave, and even the great Skylla. She then proceeded to grab him and throw him, and the story goes that forever on the astral realm, the flying and swirling ex-captain is seen here and seen there, and will never stop being endlessly spun and twisting around, screaming endlessly as he goes, you don’t give Sarah-Stacey any bull shit. Then she said to me, why were you flirting with those girls on the dock earlier today? I was not, as it was Dave who was, but Scylla is a huge tease, and loves to tease her [THATBOY]. She knew all along it was not me, it was Dave, but she had me in tears. Then she picked me up and flew me off 2 Vi-Queen’s Island, took me into a beautiful back room area that she built into her clubhouse on this lovely island smack in the middle of the Teck Bay, between her city and on the other side, both the evil Brigbase slimebag dirtholes, and the horrific territories of DOGTOWN.

Another thing I need to clear up on the MF here and now. Both Zerannis Jones and Rictafarious are having the exact same series and sequences of dreams when they fall off and away into slumber of a sorts on these higher and more real planes of existence. Who do they both become, in the lifetime of me, you got it??????? ME. I in my humanness am sharing the dreams of them both, as I am Ricks’ dream, and also Zeranniss’s dream, while I live here in the illusion of the Earthworlds.

In my webpage that Eddie Himacane is creating, you will all C the locations of the places I talk about, but remember, existence in truer and higher realities is in conditions and not locations, so nothing is the way you believe, at the present point in where I have led my Morians in my teachings. Times, locations, out there are real in the interaction itself and only unto itself, the times and locations have liquidity in higher reality, things exist as interaction only, here without first having the place and time for interaction, it cannot physically occur. In astral truth, reverse this, and now do you yet C Y I term the word-phrase, [forward-mortal]???????? For now, Big brown eyed girl-Kal, BYE BYE.Your magic table is always there spinning around with your favorite delectables, mister george and george, and thank you for pushing my song Sarah, still looking for your daughter’s cell phone number 4 you as you requested, good luck on Earth with this awful war. Ain,t life a beach??????????????

Movement Stage 5



I am under super death siege again from the stinking rotten milituforce of Otammskum, or better said perhaps, the LAMIST CULTERS. Kem trails all over me like maggots feasting on the postmordamittes, loud military private planes, Black File Agency private noisy aircraft, [BFA], and many type of other 'what else is new' type harasments , even a library of flashmobbers, to keep me from using computers. I am using Eddie Himacane's laptop and when an opening ever comes up, I will floppy copy onto the Blogger page. [www.blogger.com] Bastard enemies did damage on Saturday morning to my car at my work site, breaking my radiator cooling fan, as I of course had a musically related appointment to attend and had no time to fix the vehicle. Fortunately, and Ha Ha Ha, I kept stopping every 5 miles and put pure antifreeze into the overflow carton so the hot engine could suck it up and into the radiator pipes, and allow me to keep running safely, without causing further damage to my poor whittle'ol engine. Not only did the enemy not win, but I had a super successful time at my appointment , and the lap top is acting a bit wierd, wouldn't let me type the word [appointment] in at first. The dream that occurred at work when I told you all that I lost consciousness around last Christmas time there, and ended up on astral plane with Sarah and Frank Callio, and was told to send flowers to someone in an audition and repitoire department at some recording label. Something huge happened, as I knew the correct person to go to from what mortals call the dreamworld , but before I call on, a huge 6th dimensional attack just happened, major computer hack or something, library lady had to shut off and re-boot, cannot tell U much about good ol’ MUSIC, can I? The power of being able to send your message out [THROUGH MUSIC], is extremely major, and they will have a literal shit-fit, if they cannot properly shut me up and shut me down. Some girl named Angela, if her identity is real according to a floppy that she left in the computer here, messed me up but good, I know it, but of course , nobody will ever listen, to anything I know to be true, they just will not give me 1% the benefit of the doubt. This all comes from the 6th and 7th dimensions, and nothing I presently know how to do is gonna change this hellish reality that I must endlessly suffer through at the hands of these viscious Lamist Culter skumbag hunt-trappers!!!!!!!! Let it B about music and any connection to what I have done with this art in my Mountainpen existence, and kafreakingadamwestboombingzappowbang, they go APE EXCREMENT. Well tough US navy beans for allofem, as I am being enebled to work with a gifted musician, whom had had lots of success in his musical career, and thinks a bit along the lines that I do, where the rest of the so-called normal people will consider us types as ‘the paranoids’. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, I would have it no other way.

They gave me a viscious property damage attack, a viscious health attack blowing out my bowels and making a healthy grown man shit himself at work like a toddler , and the air siege on Labor Day Monday was off the scale bad, as it is again today, Thursday 3 days down the 4th dimensional line. The car damage was to keep me from getting to the people where I went to discuss my musical career, hopefully taking off bigger than during my tiny period of success back in the nineties.

Do not ever underestimate the great intellect of the Chinese civilization, as back in the friggin’ Ming Dynasty, they invented something called I-Ching, a way to learn things that have truer existances in more energetic realities, [THE ASTRAL PLANE], to put it bluntly, what mortals would think of it mistakenly as the ‘LAND OF THE DEAD’. By having six wands that can come up either blank, or with a solid block in the middle of the rectangular stick/wand/whatever, 64 possible combinations can be made of them, or 2 possibilities to the 6th exponential power. 2 to the 6th = 64. These 64 possible ways that these wands can come together after thrown and lined up from top stick to bottom stick are called HEXAGRAMS, and if U think this is made up, crissake, get a book at any library about I-Ching. Yhe hexagram of Deliverence is the one that has huge meaning 4 me. I was out of my mind and unable to find the great SSJKK [SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE]. I had paid 9200 $$$$ to a crooked psychic named Paula Uwich of Glendora NJ, whom used my money to re-do her entire house, and has no conscience and no shame at all. Only the I-Ching saved me, or I would have been institutionalized for the rest of my life, and I would like to take this opportunity now to thank Dan Curtis and all those responcible for creating the soap DARK SHADOWS, and permitting the 6th dimension to operate through them and create the plot with Count Petofi, and his attempt to escape to the year 1969 from 1897, to get away from his jipsey oppressor, King Johny Romano, as in John King, and my lovely Vi-Queen Marylou, whom on the earthrealms humanlife has the existence of Christy Ramono, Queen of the sandbar, and of SSJKK’s very best friends. If this Dark Shadows plot was never a part of reality, and I had not ever seen it on the Non-TV-shit television as a boy of just under 15, then I would have grown up and lost my mind completely, as many undoubtedly feel I have already accomplished this goal. I threw this deliverance hexagram around 1 AM or so on the early morning of a day, neither I, nor the US military, will ever forget, the 7th day of December, in the year AD of 1996. The moment I threw the 6 sticks that were made of wood and waterbased color paint, I aligned them up and it was the deliverance hex. That delivered me from a huge search and quest that was going absolutely nowhere. I almost instantly lost normal consciousness and was more aware of my new surroundings with a heightened reality in my awareness, that cannot be verbally described, one mortal to another. When my queen told me to play the game with her that I refer 2 on other blog chapters and other blogs, this led me to the hotel I stayed at as a boy, where I never thought in a million years or so it seemed to look for her. Afterall, that was the mid 60’s, and this was now the mid 90’s for granddaddy-62’s sake. So the very day after getting up and showered and dressed, I raced down there, and for the first time, met the new motel owners, mister Tahren and his wife misses Rieka Ghandi, on Tennessee Avenue, and just as in the wild I-Ching Trance, cops were indeed swarming all over the area, across the street where the big nasty bulley jagoff Robert McGuire owns the PITTSBURG HOTEL AND ERIN BAR. My new search led me to realize it was John King, not King John, who owned the property next door that was a casino bus garage business. I told you all how a man from Congressman Robert Andrews Office, went down with me and told me people were acting very strange and lying to us, his exact words were,”I’m a Marine, and don’t like being lied 2”. I told U all that a miserable giant teenqueen named Kate, from the Abseacon Dairie Queen fucked with me and wouldn’t serve me for no good reason, while mister Clarence Harris, ASST. to Rob Andrews, waited patiently in the car, waiting on everyone else, and not serving me, for absolutely no reason, she just hated my pathetic little gutts. This angered the Cong.’s assistant, and he never helped me any longer on this, as at first, he thought it might put him and the Congressman, on the map, helping him into the presidency eve, as far out as this may sound, as proving the existence of underground tunnels way under AC, NJ, would in and of itself, B a huge thing, but worm holes and literally STARGATE stuff, years before this was talked about too much, and wo!!!!!! They stole Stargate, and they stole the Seaquest SVU, from my 1994 copyrighted book, [THE PERMISSION BARRIER]. If this is all they ever stole, I could go home right now. Do not even get me friggin’ going!!!!! Study all of my dated blog, MB [MORIANITY BIBLE]. Look at how hollywood and songs come out time and time again, after things I discuss on a legally dated-timed google- blog, happen, not once, not twice, but over and over and over. I buy a computer in 1998 and connect up to the ‘america on line’ system, 2 maybe 3 months goes by, bang, the movie comes out called [You’ve Got Mail]. This is how AOL subscribers are greeted when they dial uped back then, do not know about now, I got out of all this computer stuff, it was driving me nutts, as it is all over again now in the 21st century.

When I tried 2 record the song [SARAH] in mid ’96, I had so many strange outlandish wicked evil things done 2 me, you would be beyond astounded. My own mother was a big doubter of the things that I claimed were happening around me, but she got a viscious taste of my hell at the then [TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK] store, where a huge man from India, told her that he was going to kill her son, me, and kill her as well, if she did not move away from his truck. He had been following us for miles, and then parked a wee ways off from where we parked at the grocery store lot, still watching us like a firkin hawk, and Mom decided to walk over and ask him why, and all hell broke loose. Police when they came wanted no part of helping us, it was truly disgraceful. They wrote up their report backwards, that I was the one that had spoken to the driver of this lime colored green truck, and that it was Mom who had been threatened, not the case buddy boy/buster brown. She was the one that this miserable bastard flock-ducker told that he was “GONNA KILL YOUR SON” , so let me ask any of you mothers out there, how would you feel if this had happened 2 U ? When I said this 2 the 6 foot 8 inch sergeant at the Washington Township Police Station, he told me, “the SOB wouldn’t live here on Earth any more”. Yea, but it’s Ok to brutalize my poor old mon just because we ain’t nobody of clout or importance. We don’t have a police family, and President Bush is not my uncle once removed. No, then, something, you can bet your rotten ass, would have been done about this, but no, treat us like dirt, including both the Gloucester and the Camden county prosecutor’s offices, treated us like shit, and a few years earlier, a nastyass, name of Dick Wilson, @ the CC Pros. Office, called my mother a liar. Shortly before that, a Donna Spanosi slammed a door in my face with us both inside, and then at the top of her lungs, screamed at both me, and my friend David Roth. This all happened, and I’ll say it all in front of any grand jury anywhere, and at anytime, it all happened, a total miscarriage of justice. Much more than all of this went down however. I was stopped over and over again when I tried to record the song that I had written on the 12th of May of’96, SARAH. I had one studio tell me that I “wrote devil music”, I had others treat me so bad that I walked out, a grown man, in fucking tears. I cannot start to list all of the crap, just way 2 freaking painful.

What I will tell U now is that many humans have known and interacted on varying levels, with deities of all sorts and types, and orders of ranking importance. For my MF webpage that is now in the works, you will see some of mans ideas and concepts, and show you the info that survived the many centuries, and then I will go onto tell you in many cases, just Y many of the legends and myths are indeed as they are, such as how a favorite uncle gave the great Sarah Krassle her nickname, that in 4 areas of the mortal world can be, and have been spelled in the following 4 ways, but always pronounced “SKY-LA”, first syllable accented: SKYLA, SKYLLA, SCYLA, and SCYLLA. The final spelling of her nickname has the largest following, and she is a fantastic musician, and has a voice so lovely, it is uncomprehensible to us poor mortals that are conscious here to these 4 dimensions of space and time. She sounds much like the girl that advertises for the Toyota of Vineland auto lot, only the reverberation and other special FX on her voice, are Scylla’s voice just naturally, she is dead ringered to the way these 2 voices sound, when the sound FX are added to the human girl on the promo-spot. Shortly after I moved into 1802 Robin Hill Apartment complex in Voorhees, NJ, and had been working roughly 10 months at the sound recording studio in Camden, NJ, called Recorded Publications Laboratory, I fell into a very weird and twisted sleep and dream, but no ordinary dream as you would think of. SSJKK was sitting on one of the 2 dozen or so benches outside of the Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffey store at the boardwalk and Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, Earth, forgot the present hyperspace we are in and were in. Ani-who, she sang to me a quite a number of those grouped around, her “new song, LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, a song about her worldly son, my 62nd grandfather, the Lord Jesus, the great Hebrew Messiah. He was a carpenter, and surely believed in love, but Skylla, has a cute little devilish dark side to her, and luvs to play games, as do all the gods and goddesses, to forever distract them from thinking of the hellish reality/truth, that ther is no oblivion, never, ever. Hell=Endless Existance&being aware of it, just that siple Morians & Lessians. She plays the most beautifl instruments, and is most known for her loot, but plays Romblakars and Enzemeters. These astral realm instruments are just way 2 wonderful to try to grasp their sound, but in some attempt at human verbalization, they combine many octaves of both air and string instruments, and they seem to be as though directed by the mind directly, and according to the notes that they are playing, emphasize and de-emphasize lower and higher octave ranges around actual played notes in many many varying degrees. When she plays and sings, especially her lovely Enzemeter, it can drive a mortal man out of his skull, as she throws her very long dark hair all around, and stares at you with eys that can only be described a tiny bit, by the Wheat-Thin cracker commercial, the animated girl, as she climbs out of the swimming pool and opens her eyes. The ad used to show her on a beach flying her kite, very tall, like the real Sarah-Stacey, as she stands 6 feet and 7 inches high in her lovely beautiful bare feet.

When I escaped the Lamist’s in mid July of ’70, and never again returned to the AC, NJ beaches on any regular basis again until my mid-life crises search for the great SSJKK began, school was still 3 weeks or sp away, and I bought an ancient rowboat with a tiny motor, and found a person willing to let me keep in on his dock and let me use it, at the Newton Creek, in West Collingswood, NJ. Thought I could forget my AC,NJ troubles, but not quite jacko, not quite!!!! My Lamistskummers followed me, and did horrific things to me. A powerful blond queen named Dorthea beat the hell out of me and with an ax she chopped my boat to pieces and let it sink in the middle of a dangerous waterway that led straight out to the Delaware River. She tied a rope around me, broke off the motor of the boat, tied the other end of the rope to it and threw me and the motor into the drink. If the dude from the house where I was keeping the boat was not watching her through binoculars, I would have been in some really deep water, in more ways than one. Thank the gods that this evil bulley bitch was a super beauty queen, or he would not have been watching her. When he was going to witness in court what went down, or almost went down, in the water that is, he was threatened in clever Lamist ways, “tell, and next year we’ll make you attend a special-Ed school, as leverage for them 2 do this 2 him was there, as he was starting to get very poor grades the last few months of the prior 69-79 school year, and the girl had family that was in the Board of Education, later they forced me into special Ed as well, these wicked skuz have been taking pounds of flesh from me since boyhood, when I would not submit to their evil stinking cult. Thanks for all the help and fair justice, my lovely wonderful state and federal government. Thank you so much. Dogtown holds special regions for people that are empowered to aid the innocents of this sick perverted world, but instead, just sit and shit on their hands.