Movement Stage 22

I am under another death siege, and have much to t-hell. I am not going 2 take a lot of firkin prisoners, and I typed FRIKIN, not firkin. 4 a long time now, I have believed this is my fault, now I know better, as I am writing about super locked up mysteries and secrets about higher planes and realities, that I don’t think even the ‘knowers’ of the truths of area HANGER # 51, know about in the detail that I do, and so they are writing lots of this through me, first off, obviously many vowels are interchangeable, out there. All the things I have humanly been thinking of as HACKS, since I began this blogging, is coming straight out of the freaking ASTRAL PLANE. Even now the mental plane of the 6th dimension has taken over this machine, this is the worst attack in a long time, they do not want their godsdamn secrets out, and I am going 2 put them out, so try and fooookin’ stop me, just bring it on!!!!!! Giant pussy everywhere, super ground and air hell, and I told Ed that there is no way the web page will work, and sure enough it won’t, and he said that the Geek Squad cannot help, but I respectively disagree. He told me that this would all work, and I knew it would not, as I know what I am fighting, and that U cannot beat a fucking lawtronic motive program. First came the chopper attack around 10 or just after at Mr. Himacane’s place, then more planes, and loud dirt bag motor suckles. This cannot be beaten, and after this week, I am done with all of this, it is Jesus Christ finished, I cannot take any more, you fucking bastards WIN- WIN- WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone foolish enough to know what I know, and keep banging my godsdamn head on the brick wall, deserves the hell he is getting, ain’t no Miss Chillie doubt about it!!!!!! I have been here forever and will B here forever, and am a damn fool 2 keep worsening my hell, when I could B home watching fucking cable TV, and just relaxing!!!!!!!!

First, there is a place on the astral realms that mortally U could think of and call the gods casino. In this shit hole, is the same type of gaming stuff that is right here on mortal realms, gaming opportunities, only few play dice and roulette any more, etc. Not when bigger and greater and much cooler shit games are there 2 B played. One of the real damn biggies is called LET US FUCK WITH MORTAL MOUNTAINPEN, and bet on how long he can take this, one more day bets, week bets, month bets, quarter annum bets, U get the freaking picture. The whole complete wholly-holy absolute reality is so simple it would bite your ass if you just pulled down your blue jeans. HOW CAN WE KEEP OUR STINKING ROTTEN MINDS AND THOUGHTS OFF THE FACT THAT WE CAN NEVER EVER SHUT OFF, NEVER, NO OBLIVION, NOT EVER, NEVER, do U get it yet, of course not, as in your mortal viewpoint, I am nutcase asshole nobody sick in the head whittle me, and U choose 2 never believe the great truths that I now speak unto U!!!!!!!!!!! The whole hole wholly holy truth/reality, I truly truly verily verily say unto all of Um, as did my 62nd grand-pa long ago back in 4-D. THERE IS NO DAMN NERVANA, IT NEVER STOPS BECAUSE IT NEVER STARTED, EVER, DIG??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Once in a purply blue ass moon, they find a terrific game and subject 4 their super frigging reality show down here in this Earthly arena, and boy, they have found one helluva good 1 with poor whittle fat ugly me. Do I make a really big deal about nirvana? Yes I do, because I do not ever get it either U sick bastards, so why won’t U stop fucking tormenting and torturing me, I can never have eternal rest either, leave me the shit alone, willya, ya fucking rotten ass hole bastards!!!!!!!!!!!!!Godsdamn it, go to H E L L.

People, animals, weather, and machines, these will always B the 4 main things that the LAWTRONS in their form as the GODS will use on and against innocent victims such as poor me. Lightning in human form as Ross is so right, there really ain’t no stopping it!!!!!!!!!! At least I’ll have the last laugh when I stop this stupid computer shit. Once U stop interacting with them in their silly and vicious game, they lose, but they are always the stronger opponent, so keep fighting, and U can only lose and lose some more.

First, they have a game called virus technology, they hit a watch and make it stop, U buy another one and place it next 2 the broken one, bam, and the new watch goes. Place a tape in a machine, tape is hit, play it, machine is hit, makes a new tape get hit, and then a new machine, and so on and so forth. ETTOS attack is a super cool favorite. U are talking 2 someone about something real important, bang, out of the blue, U suddenly and totally forget what the hell U are talking about, and you don’t have 2 B experiencing menopausal symptoms miss wealthy muscles from the wallbanger show. Name of the law firm, same as Millionth Council, the 2 letters Mariah Carey wrote me in the dream, Martino & Callio, works in either direction, Dorian. The King James translation of Holy Scripture does not agree with your opinion of me as some pervert; I am a resident of Dogtown, outside of the great city of SAHASRE DAL KANWAL. We dogs are outside the 20 mile walls, not freaking pervs. Thou shalt not waste, if Stacey meant 2 say that, she would have said it, the word as Mister Burns puts it so eloquently is KILL. These new biblical translations R pure unadulterated freaking garbage. Ettos omission is one part of the game, but how about those that hear the audible ‘voices’, the transmission part of the great Ettos????? Take your meds, sure, U can block out the Ettos with inhibitor meds that shut the receiving channel off, but you still R being transmitted 2, now and more dangerously through unconscious thought waves. People that are being ‘channeled’ with etossionically, need 2 learn how 2 properly deal with it, and not by shutting it off with medications. Go ahead shrinks, shut off channeled people’s connection circuits, but now the very same operating system is being employed in a more disastrous way. Want 2 learn a really deep dark secret and mystery, cause if U do not, do not read on bwaby-wuv????????? You do not get memories of higher realities and astral knowledge, and memories from your true 5 dimensional-being-ness, and then go on 2 get awareness, U have the reality chronology totally backward my fiends and friends!!!!!!!!!! First U must get the awareness, and really C 2 B true, all that I say, and then, COMES THE MEMORIES, Mr. Bob Dope. When total awareness occurs, then, all the memories flood in of your true reality in 3 dimensions, but in all times and parallel realities in the great hyperspace. Every idea in mortality is in the reverse mode. Every major move in the market is always missed by 60 to 100 percent of the professional traders on the floor of the stock exchange, and the majority opinion is never correct over 49% of the time, usually way less pal!!!!!!!!! If somebody out in cyber land is wondering if I am having one of my famous wonderful days, U guessed it. Once U get the chopper attack, U fucking totally know that U are godsdamn finished. You will all B very sorry. I have information on lots of things and lots of people, that will B finding itself into some interesting places shortly, U’ve all had your damn chance 2 back this off of me. Mr. Ed Himacane wants me 2 start a dialogue with him, sort of an on-line debate, where he challenges something that he does not agree with me on, and then I respond 2 it, sounds good, glad 2. For now, here is some chitchat between me and 2 persons on mortal world, and one from a nice area on the AP, in the great OP.
From a dude MF calls Henry T. Jonesman 2 me: Hay ‘HATER’, ya fat slob. Read all your blogs, your Bible, and Foundation. You are more than a piece of work; you’re a sick piece of shit. If U really know so damn much, then prove it 2 me, & I will personally back your foundation, that is if you are willing 2 B inside of mine. Never U mind who I am 4 right now. OK, so U accurately called the market, and the Philadelphia Phillies, but what is with GOD DOG Philadelphia Flyers. I don’t know which is getting a worse ass kicking, them or your stupid winning prediction, ya dumb ass hole. Also, tell me genius, where R all your magical hurricanes? They poofed out, the entire hurricane season went the way of disco, you silly freak. Speaking of which, don’t tell me that is not a high tek trick you pulled, go walk on water butt head. Finally, mush brain, ‘OUR’ foundation, the ----- ----- ----- -------- ----- ----, always has known that only females have babies, and hence only they can ever really B the true creative force behind the universe, and thus we believe in the goddess. She indeed is the great creative force. But, the arrogance of U saying that the entire whole world is a sum product of U, and is all here because this goddess, in some up stairs ‘place’, was thinking of U, and that is how this all came 2 B, Lordy-man, U could keep the study of psychiatry going and busy for a century or more ya dumb jerk. They will still B examining your nutty shit in the 29th century man! But, unfortunately 4 U, this will still not keep that fried waste land that U call a brain, from ever having chance number one from working right.

Hay, Jonesman: Your candor and honesty is a refreshing change from some of the wimpy git bags I have been dealing friggin’ with for a long time. Hell, if we all agreed with each other on things, crissake, how boring don’t U think? But let me now attempt 2 respond 2 your queries that U have posted 2 me here: First, Bob Clark, of the Flyers, no more there, was and is a major enemy of mine, and he tried running me off the road on 4th and Preston in Voorhees, NJ, USA, many a time in the years of 1980 through 1982. He has been canned now, and the entire equation that I have ranted on about in my blogging for a year now, is a moot point. But, as long as he was a part of them, their winning games, caused a major parallel event in my life to occur, that was absolutely disastrous. Now, just 4 further spite, this ‘hater’ is praying to the gods, that they win this seasons’ Stanley Cup Championship. Would it not B a real kick-ass for Bobby Fart???? Yes friend, whomever U R, it may very well appear 2 you that I am as U call it, a HATER. Walk 5 inches in my mocks bra, & C how much love U can keep for people in general. As 4 my ‘magical’ hurricanes, no magic at all, it is a technology, and is called electronically amplified metaphysical tek, or EAM TEK, in the 23rd century, and is highly illegal there, punishable by death. Hacking into my system caused the overload and burn out of my magnetic sound machine or MAGNESONIC. All shit is hack able, and in ways U my pea-brain friend, could not conceive of. All of life as it appears to you mortally can be manipulated, and hacked. It is done by methodologies that you are simply not ready 2 try 2 grasp presently. UPSTAIRS????? I never said that word; I did say [UPLINE]. Picture an ice cube and C it in 3 dimensions. Now mentally remove it from the freezer, and it will melt away. As it does, it may lose parts of its 3 dimensions, but gains it back equally in the fourth dimension. It is this 4th dimension that eats away at its other 3, and not the warmth of the room, this is an illusion. Remove the 4th dimension, and U can walk into the sun, and not burn up, nor feel any heat at all, vibration temperature, velocity, and mass have inter changeable equative interchangabilities. Further, to try and get into the hyperspace effect in the 5th dimension, you are just not yet there palsy, so forget it urine mind. So how then I start 2 answer U and begin to attempt to show to you, one particular reality that lies above the 5th dimension, called the MIND DIMENSION OR MENTAL PLANE????? Yes, a mind dimension where a teen aged girl and myself, both live, in a real and regular world such as ours right here and now, and totally mirror-imaged to this one. Simply put, she grew up and one particular day was thinking back of her days as a child where we saw each other while I was vacationing with my mom at a place called the Trinidad Motel. This thought wave, as these waves are not even starting 2 B understood in AD 2006, literally down-lines, creates, whatever U wish 2 call it, an entire 5 dimensional system of nearly un-limited multiverses, emanating from the words multiple songs, as opposed to the “single verse”, or song, in the word UNIVERSE. Her thought-wave, literally and actually IS, all of this multiverses, believe it or not. Her thought as she thought of us back as a kid, is this entire 5th dimension below it, or better said perhaps, this 5-D hyperspace is as one with her thought, as her thought is IT. We likewise, all our thought waves are automatically sent ‘down line’ so to speak. This endless up has no origin, and the endless downs have no limits, yet the two ends do indeed loop together on the MIND DIMENSION ITSELF, OR THE SIXTH [6] DIMENSION. All ends that go endlessly out in 2 directions of any line and plane, carry a weight eventually due to lawtronically created things called gravitrons, bending the reality of it all down on each side with precise force to loop-lock the ends around and together. Glad 2 C that U are aware that males indeed do not give birth and life to creation. But gender is an illusion, and my thought waves create endlessly down-lining 5-D hyperspaces just as yours do, and we are males. Mortal logic is limited and totally flawed, and U call me MUSH BRAIN, what a piece of Shakespearian work U R. But you are heading down the right path at turtle speed, so B perseverant and tenacious my fiend. Come and C me in about 300 years palsy. Oh, and keep your foundation, and the best of luck 2 U. I do not need your money, any more than I need giant Kate’s $$$. Bye- Bye. MOUNTAINPEN-------------


Hay there Mister Stuck Up:
If you’re 4 real about your photo, how come U look exactly like when I saw U on the beach back in 1998? U look exactly the same, just like when me and my friend saw you on the beach at the Hilton Hotel. Yea, it is me, Sharon, with the long black hair, six one and slender. U only hurt yourself when U like acted ignorant over and over with me and my girlfriend those August days back then. We’d’ve shown U a time that U would not soon have forgotten. Are U cursed or something, the blond girl I was with is studying at Seminary, and thinks U might B the guy that hit Jesus while you were interrogating him. She says God cursed him to walk the Earth forever till Judgment Day. Hope U R cursed for how U treated up. Suffer a thousand years, C if we care. I am going to Heaven some day. S h a r o n----------

Hay there Sharon:
Never thought I would ever get a message like this. Baby, you all ready R in heaven. Enjoy it and your dream-down life here as well. Nice 2 hear your friend is studying 4 the ministry, best of luck 2 her. No, I am not the gate keeper on Roman Empire record as Cartivillos. I am old, but not that old, not as me the way U think of me. Back in good’ol ’98, what were you guys, 17, 18, or 19??? Sorry, I just have nothing in common with children. Best of luck with your life. Bye.

These messages my Morians were delivered 2 me in ways I will not presently attempt to describe 2 U. Back to interchangeable vowels, and other crazy astral plane realities, first, out there, as U would think of it as, when Z’s or S’s come in a word between the letters A and T, such as in astral, one of 3 realities are all the same, THERE. The S is in the word, a Z is in the word, or it is simply spelled with neither letter, ATRAL, and also, when a T is in between S or Z, and R or D, the T in the word may or may not exist in the word. Ratio or Bation or retion or ration, are all the same word, and if they are not, why does this machine and all machines, all over the mortal world, when I try to talk about the ASTRAL WORLDS, do this, and this time, COCK SUCKING ENTITIES, I watched it happen, HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!! There is much more 2 tell rapies and germs, but 4 now, I am worn out and way 2 freaking tired 2 fight these flock ducking runt slapping diarrhea sniffers any more today. Think U can kill me, go ahead & try. Better slobs than you astral entities have killed me a trillion times, and I would do anything 2 reach oblivion, ANYTHING, mister Wallbanger!!!!!!!!!!

Now let me tell U something never before that occurred while blogging. It is not the same day, and this is today, or starting with this paragraph, this is yesterday’s blogs’ tomorrow. I am under the fucking worst MILITUFORCE DEATH SIEGE OF MY LIFE. If anything happens to me as MOUNTAINPEN, my murderers are the AC, NJ mayor, the Callio and Martino family, and Summer and Trump, and Clark, still in the picture old pal, CIA, NSA, BFA, all covert death squads and agencies of our lovely federal government. Part of what I needed 2 blog yesterday, was somehow all hacked out, the 3rd conversation from the astral world. Notice that the 2 mortal realm chats were not knocked off the system. Before I tell U all of the astral conversation, the KEM TRAILING IS SUPER BAD, they are violating my civil and human rights as a legally born US citizen, waking me up with a vicious sore throat from these poisonous fucking jet trails. Last night, after blogging that all I will soon B doing is relaxing at home, watching cable television, and just past 1 AM this morning, the cock suckers somehow broke my large screen TV. Friday, 4 the first time in forever, their dirt ball market dropped down, so now its time to persecute me with vicious property damage assaults, and sure enough they destroyed my godsdamn TV set. Choppers and planes and trails are all over, physical body attacks that the Crazy Intelligent Aliens – [CIA], is known 4 doing by all conspiracy theory groups, speaking of which, I have a top ten clubs list, and am sending them via E-mail, my blogging information, and requests to join all of them, as some safety always exists 2 some degree in numbers. I disconnected my cable, and am telling COMCAST to play Popsicles with my joystick, just using regular store bought TV antenna, and will live with less than perfect picture quality. I know the great Comcast did this 2 me last night, and am sending a complaint letter 2 the Board of Public Utilities. I have a spare TV in an unused bedroom, starting tonight, this will B used, until I take the other one to a lab I know about, and plan 2 get to the precise bottom of exactly what signal was put through the line, to wreck my set. In ’97, they sent a signal in, and I woke up to my fucking television on FIRE, and if I lie and or am making up any of this, and U can prove that in court, I submit to full perjury charges, as under voluntary oath, I hereby now affirm and totally swear that all things said on this blog, dated and witnessed by GOOGLE and PYRE LABS, is the truth, the whole truth, and absolutely nothing but the truth, so help me all of the gods recognized by mortal man, in his absurdity. Now 4 the astral conversation that was meant to be blogged yesterday afternoon. First, I know why it was gapped out, Mary-Lou, my very favorite VIQUEEN, is warning me, that if I keep posting things that appear the next day 4 the first time on national TV, that in some way or another could B closely linked 2 subject matter in my blogs, the BLACK FILE AGENCIES have a black letter law, to kill anyone suspected of being able to do any miraculous thing that could endanger NATIONAL SECURITY in any way, such as TIME TRAVEL. I assure all of U reading this, legally or illegally, watching me through the computer as I type in real time, that I do not alter in any way, what U consider 2 B, TIME. Neither do I travel through it, nor recognize its reality in your absolutism regarding it. If I wanted 2 mess up your damn world, I wouldn’t play with time, this is just 6th dimensional gods-games from the mental plane. Mary-Lou is always worrying about me, but there really is nothing that she can do. If she was here the way that she really is, the giant queen of the sand bar, she would do some serious ass kicking of my turd eating enemies. Here is what should have been blogged back yesterday afternoon:
To Duke Ricktafarius of the great Ricktown Manor: 2 bad that we here in Traneeshachriss Circles, cannot inter-dream with U, and help U out, with your nightmarish interaction dreaming U R Mountainpen, and attempting to create your MORIANITY-FOUNDATION. Hang in there Mr. Rick, and we R behind U all the way with your endless turmoil and fights with those awful and rotten BRIGGERS.
To my great old pals from the Tee-Circles:
Thank U so very much 4 all of your very kind thoughts. Yes, my wonderful brethren of Traneeshachriss way down woust by the Sunnnerbeee Parks. Very lovely area, I was there with the Great Diana, a few million kalpago. As for helping me, it is possible 2 do, and I make U the same offer I have made 2 others regarding this. By enrolling at the Great Teck School at the Great Teckbay up in the nestern province, by the capitol city, and in exchange 4 the favor offer, I can assist U on the tuition price. Just tell the entrance Elders 2 get both {DINEZ}-Anatollo, and Gurussor Reedamyer Pannmingtacleese, and that U are there in exchange for this reciprocal deal with me. They will admit up to three, from your township, for accumulation of one degree. The school’s DT, degree-time, is the norm of 50 ceecee’s, and they will bill the Ricktown Manor Estate for customary 80%. Your total cost will B just half a Glory for a package, 3-bunch-one degree. Upon being degreed, you will be shown exactly how 2 enter into my dream world how 2 come in here as a wealthy family heir, and whom will B destined 2 one day in 2007 or roughly this time by mortal time, simply run into the head Morian of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, MORTAL WORLD ADDRESS ON THEIR SYSTEM OF COMMUNICATION IN PRESENT TIME OF MOUNTAINPEN IS, www.morianity-foundation.com. This is all you will need 2 remember, and you will B Ettos-fixed to retain a subliminal memory when the time is right. All the rest and much more, will all become quite clear 2 U, when the time is right. Good luck, and thanx again 4 all of your support. Morianity Foundation will most likely need to B fully phase-2 chaptered, before MC will allow it to catch on here on the mortal worlds. This is just as the LAMBRIGS did it; guess so must we as well. Take care, Ricktafarius.

Now a short message to the crew of the yuk-yuk-yuk it up club that thinks shit is funny that is not. We all have put together who and what U R. It has been reported. College is tough enough 2 get into, they do not accept those with criminal records, so back off, as I will not bat an eyelash in pressing charges.
Now, for a bit of hyperlink information, as obviously the answer is the question got canned off the blogger, so try typing on this: http://mark-m.blogspot.com/ and also on this: http://myspace.blog/antilamist and since the computer screen is going blue as I put in these site addressed, they must be active and usable.

Do your Ron worst Wirts, ya evil sick twisted bastards, Ed Himacane will B starting our Himacane-Mountainpen Point/Counter-point show on line soon, and in an hour, we’ll B on your great mortal realm street big Sarah, taking website pix, and other pix all over town, AC, NJ. Screw U dirt bag milituforcers and otammites, not even worth capitalizing your names.
Bye-Bye for right now, my luscious big brown eyed COW-LLIO. Soon, I will tell U what your hubby did at the Blue Parrot club in 1999, when I took my cokehead, non super, X-girlfriend there for a late night drink, and Mr. Martino/Krassle made us suffer through that horrific harmonica concert that he gave, peeee—uuuuuuu and ear ache city X10 to the ninth.

Movement Stage 21


Well my Morians, lotsanlotsa shover-it is as usual has been going down all around me, since my last attempt at Blogging. Library told me that it is the great COMCAST, which is doing this to me. They keep continually cutting off the wifi service my webmaster is using with his laptop, to create my MF webpage, no I am not swearing, MORIANITY FOUNDATION, may be thought of as a new way to say mother-you- know- whatter, when I get done creating it, however. Not only is jerk off Comcast cable messing with me, but I was almost fired over the weekend, and my dirt bag bosses are not a bit understanding about my car problems. They know I have a dude who is willing to repair a major needed problem, but can only do it Sunday afternoons, not a period I even signed on to work in the first place, yet they change my hours and threaten to fire me if I do not comply with a smile, and let me be damned with my problem, as I cannot afford 300 smacks to have my mechanic do the work. Heavy harassment as always was there to greet me on the job, making me totally miserable, and leaving me vulnerable to police harassment should one of them think my car is a bit too loud due to my hole in the pipe. Could have had it all taken care of back 2 days ago, but no, and it is always all my fault, and I better not complain, just do your foooookin job, shut up and quit bitchin’.

Coming here to the library today, a different one so that Ed can work on my page while I blog, I had a son of a bitch appear behind me out of absolutely nowhere. We turned down a street, nothing was within sight for 800 yards or better, I turn, and boom, like Merlin’s marvelous magic, at work against me as friggin usual, a crud bag is barreling down and right on me, like Scotty on the SS Enterprise had literally just beamed the damn truck there behind me already running. He is honking and practically hitting my vehicle, so I pulled over and let him go around. I reported his plate number to the nice lady that is part of the work crew that has been fixing the road leading to the HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, library. I told her how abusive he was, and that he was a very dangerous and illegally aggressive driver, against the NJ driving laws, pal!!!!!! Did not of course mention how he just popped up like Kirk himself just told Scott to put him there with the ship’s transporter system, you get know where, I’ve learned a long time ago, by trying to tell people things that are in the realm of the totally unbelievable.

Speaking of getting license plates and giving them to the authorities, my 1978 green Chevy Nova car was stolen the day before Christmas of 1979, while parked and running, like a dope with the keys inside, in the parking lot of the RPL studios where I presently was employed. Told yall that the scummy vomit strawers love to kick my pathetic whittle ass on holidays, or the eve’s thereof. This has been going on even before the Scummer-summer nightmare of 15 August, of 1986. All my damn life, these sicko’s have made it worse for me, and intentionally so, at the times where persons in the human community are supposed to be experiencing happiness and joy, joyous/festive occasions/holidays, all same diff. I so much as laughed a bit too loud on New Years Eve at 10 PM, and my upstairs crumb bag neighbor, a total pig who because of him and his pig wife, my poor mom and I suffered with innumerable mice and roaches until we moved the hell out of that shit hole place.

They sent a giant in here a few minutes ago; she is a minimum of 6 foot 5 in flat shoes. She is very beautiful, jet black, delicious brown eyes and black hair, to die 4, and talks to the jit ball sitting in the seat and using the computer directly across from mine. Yet when I first got here, and was whispering to EH, he kept telling me to shush. What all this is my friends and fiends, is a totally unfair and UN level playing field, always has been and always will B. It is controlled by the very reality that permits nothingness to fall out and away from its void self and awareness, into unlimited astral and physical interactions. The force permitting this 2 B done is Lawtrons in their interactions, which fall down in a lower reality and beingness, to the form of the GODS, as we mortals here on the physical plane perceive them as. My own unconscious mind enjoys misery, even laughing back at seeing the show from my higher realities. It knows that the answer to it all is a good woman, any good woman. I cannot expect Stacey or Diana to appear to me on the mortal realm, and have wasted much of my life, and have thrown away countless opportunities. To this day, extremely attractive women of all ages still come up 2 me and engage me in conversation. A hotel maid asked me out directly while working there as an assistant maintenance man not too long ago. My beach stories would make lots of young studs drool. I not that long ago, had many beautiful queens chasing after me at various times on AC, NJ beaches in the time range of summer 96-Summer OH-3. All I ever did was totally ignore them, and try my best 2 just get away. I stop to put air in tires for my auto, and girls 18-22, children, but legal, practically rape me, and all I can think of is getting away from them, all because on astral realms, I have had the giant VI-QUEEN gang rape me, they are giant beautiful teen queens, and are extremely aggressive. But as long as I fail 2 act like a normal man, and start 2 date, and relax again in the companionship of the feminine population, the evil LAMIST CULT will forever destroy my life.

Soon, I will tell you all a story that happened during the last hours and days, leading up to my escape from Tom Reale, and the Lamist Culters, and how I nearly died under Central Pier on the last day of June of ’70.

MOVEMENT STAGE 20


My wonderful Morians, I fell under heavy scum bag MILITUFORCE death siege, yesterday, Crocktober the 19th. I had an appointment with my doctor out in the Boxborough section of Philadelphia, and did these turds in melting sunshine let me have a brutal ass attack, WOW!!!!!!!!! They cut off my electrical power to my residence for over 3 friggin’ hours, hit pathetic whittle me with a nasty ugly bowel attack causing severe cramping and major diarrhea, flew a nasty loud helicopter over me at my residence just past 9 of the clock, post meridian, caused me to reset all TV-VCR’s, speed dialers for the phone, a stereo amp, a new modern job that is more effected by ‘MILLIONTH COUNCIL/MILITUFORCE ATTACK’, and the list goes on and on. I will B complaining to the local power company, as I always do Ms. Child molestor’s wife, Celene, power of power, or ELECTROLUV RIP OFF ARTIST OF ’85. Squirrels, accidents like pole hitting, all baloney, and I know it, the easy way I can tell when it is 4 me, and is indeed intentional harassment and persecution of me from them, is quite simple. First I have been going through this shit with these evil filth bags for the amount of time that it takes a brand spanking new baby straight out of the womb, to reach the full global age of majority, and enter into a casino, dah dah dah dah bum, Sgt. Friday Callio. 2ndly, they let U absolutely know, as these sick twat heads, want U 2 know, that it is not imagined, nor just a series of random coincidences in play, and to accomplish this, they use what I have recently termed and labeled, [SERIES MULTIPLEXED PERSECUTION]. Or 4 short, and referred 2 perhaps in later blogs, as SMP. Translation: Never does one, nor rarely even 2 or even 3 events occur, but at least 4,5,6 or more, so that they can send me the message that I can damn well know 4 sure, and beyond a doubt, that indeed, I’m getting pasted and pummeled by this wick bunch of cult-ass LEVIATHANS. You must, 4 those who never have, get into the old daytime soap that ran on the ABC network, ch. 7 in NY, NY, and ch. 6, in Philly, Penncy, called [ DARK SHADOWS ]. It is not a coincidence, this plot with the Leviathans/LAMISTS, as they really are, chaptered first on astral phase 2 reality, and infiltrated mostly through ETTOS manipulation, for induction into this invisible cult on the physical and mortal world, that the story of them & the ways that they operate, especially with the made up character, [phase 4 being-in reality] by the name of PAUL STODDARD. They really friggin’ do operate this way; you must contact the Maplewood, New Jersey fan club, and request the entire show on videotape if you can afford it. The whole damn show was wiped out like an ant on a tidal wave, about one year and some change, later on in D-4, after Curtis and Costello, exposed this Lamist evil cult, through the creation of this fantastic show. Not all shows are [COPS-TV-SHIT]. An officer/friend in the Gibbsboro, NJ force once told me that the TV show COPS, is “TV shit”, and often it is just this, reality shows that R not really reality, even I know this, and I am 97% brain dead from all the hell I must constantly endure at the hands of these scum!!!!!!!

No, it really is not so D.S. shocking and surprising, radio or no radio, that these twisted wicked evil sick bastard LAMIST CULTERS, attack the descendants of Jesus Christ’s family, which has never gone off by more than 3 generations of male lineage. Again, the D.B. stuff is fictional, the book, the movie, but he knows the real truth and does not dare ever tell it 2 any of U, the way I am telling it straight up and flat out. Jesus did not marry his so called girlfriend MM, and have the daughter named SARAH, but for purposes of history marking to show a later-on surviving and perhaps more perceptive of spiritual truths society, I am positive that the 6th dimension of pure mind and awareness, through the powers of ETTOS, [ELECTRO-MAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMMISSION SYSTEM], did indeed influence, and very successfully so, the naming of the fictional story daughter, SARAH. HM’s are not liked nor at all appreciated by the Lamist Culters, empowered by many of the evil parts of the ASTRAL WORLD MILLIONTH COUNCIL AUTHORITIES. {HM] short abbreviation for HISTORY MARKERS, such as the ZIGGY, ZIGGY HELLO, MY VOICE ON THE ANTI-POLLUTION COMMERCIAL SHOWING THE PIGS ON THE BEACH, TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK STORE PARKING LOT WHERE MY POOR MOM WAS TERRORISTICALLY THREATENED IN 1996 ON SATURDAY AUGUST THE 2ND, McGuire’s PITTSBURG HOTEL AND ERIN BAR, and U know by heart attack-ak-ak-ak now Mr. Joel, that I could literally rant on and frigin’ on about these HM’s, and why Otammakum/Milituforce, hates them, and with a vengeance, gets rid of them all, 1 by 1.

Since I started fighting Lamist/Otamm/Milituforce, back as hard as I’ve been doing since spring time of oh-6, their friggin’ counterattacks on me have been punishingly severe and swift and relentless. I plan to leave this evil vicious area and evil empire, even give up my citizenship eventually, where there is a will, there is a friggin’ way. Only a total damn antimistertee fool, would remain in a nation that is endlessly persecuting him, when other lands all over the globe are there, and free for me 2 go 2, I have had a passport 4 9 years, and am not a felon, nor even a misdemeanorer. My offenses are limited to traffic violations, non for excessive speed for a dozen years, and the 3 I can think of, one was deserved, as I did not see the no turn on red sign, and turned, although we all know that lots of these are township rip off traps, as the signs are half visible, hidden in brush, or put in absurd places that I feel they hope us drivers don’t C, damn snow has to get plowed off the roads somehow, right Mister Dorian Wallbanger??????? Don’t get me going with crooked American politics, local level on up to the tippy top.

Well, bring it the H.E. double hockey sticks on hammer-moms, eventually, your planet will spin out of its sick orbit, and its curtains 4 all of U. We of course know that even as I speak, I have done this, but it all just keeps coming right back, through the magic of hyperspacial-interdimensionalization.

My luck scores, as told how they are derived from on prior Movement Stage Blogging, drop every freaking day, every week, it hasn’t been quite this bad for me, even when these sick bitches murdered my mother, my friend Mr. David Roth, and his poor old mother as well, pure simple 1st degree, planed and pre meditated murder. If you ever get this message Constable McMeeken from Bucks County, Pa, your buddy and mine, Dave Roth, was murdered by a filth ball named Jonathan Schau. I know that if U have the body exhumed, all my stories and truths will come out, go ahead FBI, prove me wrong, prove me just nuts and crazy, think U can, then do it, go ahead and try to, as you can’t, and I’m not.

Bye Bye, big brown eyed Callio COW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Movement Stage 19

I have been suffering through terrible siege via computer hacking, super air siege, physical attacks and death beams, and Milituforce in general. Last week, Friday, what was done 2 me was totally unconscionable. First, the library computer froze and I lost my blog, could not save and nothing would work, and the reboot caused me to lose my writings, and this is not the beginning of the computer hacking story. I went up to my blogger spot and a screen came up saying WEB SECURITY, and it appeared as I had been kicked off the blogger system. They refused 2 allow me 2 tell my Morians on Friday, that the telephone was an invention 4 use as an electronic seayonce device, it never was intended 4 usage by the inventors, no matter what you have been taught 2 the contrary, and a man named WALSH was just as far as Alex Bell, on the project, but someone is always pre-programmed lawtronically, to get the credit in the eyes of the world, no matter who really was the original conceiver of the idea. It always has, and will, work this way. Bell and his promoters were quickly visited by the capitalists of the world of money and greed, and they saw only the money angle in this device, and only 4 using it for talking person to person to each other, not person to the land of the dead, or astral world, so 2 speak. I have no reason 2 lie nor 2 make this up, but enemies sure had motive 3 stop me from getting this out on Friday, as obviously, the freaking lawtrons knew that just the right and perceptive person or persons had an excellent chance at that very time and hour approximately, to B reading the blog, and though 2 you, this seems unfathomable tek, so would your 2006 tek sound utterly absurd 2 those living in 1744.

The Milituforce siege against me last week was vicious. The [giant girls] attack was off the scale. The average height of women between 12 and 22 is not all that beyond five feet six inches, in fact only in America and some few other world areas is this so, world average drops this to 5’3”, yet every girl all around me, while trying 2 get in and out of my car, at all libraries, and as well as everyplace I went, was no less than five foot ten, and some were between six feet and six foot 4 inches. They all were intentionally getting into my way, annoying me, starting conversations with me, a perfect stranger as I do not know any of them from stinking arm pit Eve, and so forth. I will believe this blog posts, if and when it does, as since Friday, and 4 the first time ever, in all my computer sufferings, I have started 4 different openings to this 19th movement stage, and all have somehow 4 one reason or another, don’t ask ignorant non-tek-me, gotten wiped out, gone, wasted my time.

The entire electromagnetic spectrum is the best kept secret of the scientific community, and now of course, totally under tight wraps and control of all of the secret covert 3 letter government agencies. Electromagnetic fields and ergs of energy and 4th dimensional equations, all won us the second world war and allowed us 2 develop atomic weaponry, and the whole thing makes me totally sick. If I was God, as you all believe 4 the most part in this mono one big G God, I would have evaporated this miserable evil material world of yours decades ago, certainly after Reagan the great, put the finishing wrecking twisted touches on things with his famous Reaganomics, and the issuing in of Trumpism, which simply put means not batting an eyelash at throwing whittle old defenseless ladies out into the street and taking their homes away from them, and then sir, U say, that you “like connected families?” That is sure one hell of a way to connect them old pal. But I do owe U one thing, your daugter’s 8th grandson Henry-Jason, the world renown QM/astrophysics professor, taught me much that I know about Lawtronics, and the way that things all work on a grander scale than humans from this part of D4 could hope to ever know about. I have used the Dan Curtis I-Ching system to travel 2 many extremely fastenating places right here in our part of the great hyperspace. Years ago when making this trip early this century, to the 22 something’s, I was unable to clearly remember things, and saw signs all over the place that I thought said ATLANTICA, and believed that AC, NJ, had altered its name to this, but I learned a year or so later on down the road, that it was Atlanticare signs that I was seeing, B very careful when playing around with astral time traveling, as first off it is very real, very dangerous, and not always totally accurate in memory recall regarding individual and specific events, and being off one digit, means U don’t win the power ball lottery jackpot.

The first attempt 2 merge the planes were in the time range of 1947 through 1971. In this period, Lamists/Leviathins was an ongoing cult activity, whether it B a coincidence or not, but both in the mind of Costello and Curtis, the creators of the daytime soap “Dark Shadows”, this was a real happening event. Look how Aimee used the phone to talk to dead Quentin Collins, as I also came 2 use the phone to talk to astral entity Diana Arteemis.

No one believes in the things that I say, but they love to hack the fooookin’ site constantly, must B scared deep down of something, or why else waste so much time on nobody whittle shit-so me? Another super and long [true] dark age is just around the corner, as materialism overtakes spiritualism. You cannot ignore it just because U may wish 2, just as U cannot say, screw it man, I don’t have cancer or stomach ulcers, or a migraine headache, etc, and then expect it to magically just go away. Believe all U want in this oversimplified metaphysical crap. Technology will not save a society from regressing back into dark age living again, only accepting the truths about us as a race, being first the spiritual beings that we R, will take us out of darkness and void and lies.

Last week was the worst in 52 years of my now human identity here on the Earth as me. Legend or perhaps not, Noahnian sociological order at the time was quite similar 2 today’s order, a bunch of blind selfish ignorant bull-shitters all massed and huddled together. The invasion worked because people both then and today, became as the bible puts it so beautifully, dead to the reality/truth, exact quotation, SPIRITUALLY DEAD THOUGH PHYSICALLY ALIVE, hence the Christians concept of getting spiritually REBORN or born again , as in the “born again Christian”. This is the whole holy wholly entire and total truth and reality, 2 all of the idea and concept behind Christianity. Before the world gets Lamist invaded for a second run, as this all pre-ice age happened before, and U can take that and all of Trumps bucks to the 1st Bank of Hurl juices, we need 2 wake up, and U all need 2 believe that my family indeed is part of the great masters brother/sister bloodline, and not like the Dan Brown bull crap, this is freaking real.

Since total war is the obvious only way this is gonna get done, then fine baby fine, and burn a bit 2, as I am ready. Ready with my MORIANITY FOUNDATION. Click onto this website, please. It is going 2 B under construction for months yet, so pwweeeese bear with me, I’m moving as quickly as I can Ruthie, let us not run to knife happy Dr. Ferrell just yet, and stick with Chad Everett 4 a while, please, a bit of patience, prudence. So just click onto this website that I now give 2 you, and watch my foundation take off and grow, no matter what these miserable pricks do 2 me. So just type this in and enjoy.

www.morianity-foundation.com Enjoy.

Every day for a minimum of a month now, my luck points calculated in gaming chips, is dropping about 15-20 units. For the OH-6 year, it is roughly [-] 2,650 units, tell you anything, tell U that I need the CIVIL LIBERTIES AUTHORITIES 2 GET ON BOARD and friggin’ help a poor pathetic dude that is getting the hell harassed oudda him????

I expect to be kicked off of my blogger places, and was convinced that indeed this did happen 2 me back last Friday. A nasty loud private piper low flying BLACK FILE AGENCY plane always follows me into and out of the libraries that I go 2 now, it is all the time. But the major chopper attack last week told me that it is time 2 tell U all some really big major secrets, both about ATLANTIC CITY, AND OTHER THINGS. First, I didn’t need the great and mighty FRANK CALLIO of Somers Point, NJ, USA, Earth, etc. etc. to tell me that everything in that town of sin by the sea is totally political. I knew that back when cows were walking the wide streets of mud in the 1800’s, long before I knew the late 20th century cow-leo, [CALLIO’S]. Heavens of the astral, take pity on me. They never ever will build anything 2 close to the worm hole on TENNESSEE AVENUE, on astral realms, this street name is MONALAZARIUM BOULEVARD, but here, when Sarah Karge had her BOLIVER hotel, she had the stargate as U [sci-fi-buffs] built into a secret wall in the rear hallway right before an unused final room down along this hall way. She accidentally turned up the power 2 far once, and the hotel burned down. Any structure where this precise hole in the continuum is, would cause things to potentially occur, that border on things 2 and 3 top secret, and I would go 2 jail or B found in the Pine barrens being eaten by birds, if I tell U much more, and a low plane is over-flying me now as I speak at water boil time in the post meridian.

In my blogs kept on the MORIANITY FOUNDATION [MF], I will tell all of my intellectual property, mostly my songs, but all the stuff that these greedy evil pricks have stolen from me through the last 2 to 3 decades of my pathetic life. I will then go onto show U the other stuff in the world, that was released and made a total of hundreds of millions of bucks for many many of these thieves. I will not let one stone go un turned now that these runt slapping filth balls have totally demonstrated 2 me, that they R taking no prisoners in making my life a total endless infinite fudging hell!!!!!!!

Indian tribesmen long ago moved from place to place, once they literally shit up a place to the point where it would not be safe to live any longer there, disease free. Shovel it and shovel it, but if too many stay in one area too long, bang, the shit plague strikes, so it is move on away time, Jefferson. Now the word shovel and the word it, look at it, and C that all things in slang are from real situations, such as shoveling the crap and burying it under the earth. SHOVEL IT, [OVEL, yea, just remove the damn OVEL and this slang word for the ugly nasty mess of shoveling it, becomes quite obvious. In England, even longer back through D4, illicit sex or [out of marriage] was occasionally given special permission 4, such as if the King owed a favor and could not pay the monies owed, a little [royal prostitution] would then ensue. So with the King’s permission, you would E permitted to Fornicate, or have [out of marriage-sex]. This is why another great nasty dirty slang English word came 2 B, Fornication Upon Consent of King.

I know many things, and go to my website as they will eventually shut me up, and kick me off of my blog spaces, it is just a matter of time, but remember, www, does not stand for United States Wide Web, it stands 4 the WORLD WIDE WEB, let them try to shut my voice up, as all of my blogs are now, and will B, on my website, MF.C.

MOVEMENT STAGE 18

A good moanin’ to my Morians, and my lessians, those whom share a contrary opinion to mine and basically think of me as nutcaseville. Would not our world B a huge bore if we all thought the very same way? Individual brain speed which makes one conscious to precise atomic clock periods, as we move in D-4, is what creates basic individual personality, as we all move in awareness to time’s illusion while in physicality, at roughly 400 ‘instants’ per minute, if on Earth or traveling in ways not exceeding space flights already accomplished by mankind. By traveling one instant 2 the next at just 3.50687 quadrillionth of a second differently than say your wife or your mother-in-law, this gives you both, 2 totally different and distinct personalities. Beyond the ‘Brain Speed Personality Phenomenon’, or I’ll call it [BSPP], is also the 2nd factor, making us all such unique individual persons, as one in the human race so to speak, yet all so different in mental or biological DOS [disc operating system. Biological and mechanical/electronic computers, or brain mind and machine mind, all comes from the exact same one source, the sixth dimension. Each persons unique personal experiences, on top of their individual processing speeds through time itself, although to the quick-minded situation and reality of it, seems totally unimportant and nonsequitur, it is absolutely what makes you, you, and me, me, and Mister Redd Foxx Sanford can love me anyway, but doesn’t have 2 of course. Just a small bit of injected humor for the TV sit-com fans. Yes my Morians, we R all so very different, us pieces of separated and seemingly separately real, bits of the true void infinity. Deep in my unconscious mind in the desire to B totally miserable and constantly punish myself, yet even with this total awareness that I now have, of this horrific situation, or perhaps better said, SHITSUATION, it still hurts and sucks to B under this endless family curse, as several members of it have indeed referred to it as.

Did U know that in the long run, when playing 50/50 random chance things in the gaming world, such as outside roulette bets without counting the legal 5.26% house edge derived from the 2 green numbers, their 0 and 00 numbers, that one third of the time, basically, the outcomes such as in this following example: BBBRRBRBRRBBBRBRRBRRRRRRRBRBBRRBBRBRRBBBRRB, and so forth, B=BLACK numbers and R=RED numbers, in the very long run of groupings in say 10,000 occurrences, there are but 3 things always in play. The numbers are causing the 18 red ones and the 18 black ones, to always B running so to speak, either in the mode of FOLLOWING/MORE STRINGS THAN NOT, REVERSING/MORE ALTERNATES AND LESS LONG STRINGS THAN NOT, or BALANCING, or put simply, neither following nor alternating/going in an overall opposite mode as opposed to a following mode. So hence and 2 wit and air go, 2 out of 3 of the times being played, the number systems are running either in a basically follow or opposite mode, and one out of 3 of the times being played, the number systems are not doing either of these things, as they are more than not in the BALANCING MODE, or about the same and equal amount of times that a red will follow a red and a black will follow a red, as opposed to a RR or BB follow mode, or a BRBRBRBR or RBRBRBRB opposite and alternating mode. So what I am saying now is quite a major thing 2 learn in the game of roulette. This is because simple systems, once the game’s mechanics are fully understood by any player, can B employed that will win in all string/follow modes, and also, systems can B employed that will win in all alternating/opposite modes. Since times will occur 1/3rd of the time that basically will balance out, not winning nor losing for you, it will B at these times, that the legal edge of the game will kick in and grind you down to losses. But by setting stop losses in units, and doing sort of a commodities wash, as traders call it, illegal of course, as U may not spread position in same contract months. But by using 2 months next to each other and using stop loss orders, more times than not, a commodity price will take of in one direction, stop you out on the other, protecting U from losing more on the losing side, and then permit the trader to run with their winning position. The old stock/comm. Trader expression still goes, “limit losses through stops, and let profits run. Whip sawing still kills a trader about 2 for 5, but a 3:5 ratio is all that’s freaking needed, when U’re trading 10, 30, 60 contracts, and U can make multi-millions of dollars, in theory of course, remember that life is not a laboratory, and the unexpected happens more often than ever predicted. Roulette and commodity trading comparisons R being used here 4 obvious reasons, just 2 show my points, perhaps a bit more clearly and more graphically. So back to roulette gaming. One third of the modes will be in a balancing type, you just seem to keep evening out, string and alternating systems both winning and losing, and the greens grind you into a slow but sure ass kicking. But 2 out of 3 times, either a follow or opposite mode is the winning mode 2 B playing, so how do U know which the right mode to B playing is? U do not. So U play both, and create a ‘units stop loss system for yourself, and more times than not, instead of forever balancing, and not being ‘stopped out’ of either system so 2 speak, instead one will win and one will lose, and the losing one will stop out, and cut your losses at that point, and then your winning side is played 4 a while, and more than compensates 4 the green legal zeros effect, as U know the overall ration for green outcomes on double tables where one half of your outside bet is lost when they come out, is 19:1, or in single zero tables, the ratio is only 38:1, but it balances out as when it comes out, the player does not lose half of their bet, but all of it. I misspelled the word ratio in prior blogs on the MF, think it is 6th D hacking in some form, as no damn way, I would spell it, or typo it ‘ration’, both times. Another prior blog error, I said traveling at about 175,000 MPH, and meant to say a speed that is 3,600 more, as I mistakenly meant second and not hour, MPS, [ NOT MPH ], sahweey!!!!!

Several private piss bubble BFA-milituforce planes so far at library, not at crash level, but flying fairly low. These skuzzy-ass runt slapping excrement eaters, are a bunch of Lamist Cult bullies, they come in higher form and reality from the evil BRIGBASE, and this place is so bad, that next to DOGTOWN on the Astral Worlds, I can think of no worse and sicker more twisted 2 B.
Last night’s interaction on the Astral, were, putting this in forward –mortal lingo, and using back here as the ‘real life’ which it ‘really’ ain’t, very major, with all puns on the word major, intended. Farah Fawcett was in it and before I go on, at 1:46 PM, there is a major helicopter attack outside. U scare me as much as loose dog-shit, and it is circling around again for another pass, very low and very loud attack, and I am now under total fucking death siege, the computer here at the Hammonton Branch county library just got CIA big time hacked, huge red VIRUS WARNING just occurred, after Ed Himacane uploaded a revised index web page to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION’S WEBSITE. This site is still under lots of construction.
OK shit ass bastards, U wanna fucken’ war with me, you got it Bwabie-wuv, you prick R all doomed, as my next asteroid attack won’t miss your puny little planet, and U cannot prove squat about my technology, you all know I came damn close, nearly struck the moon with my last one, I will bury all of U one secret at a time, meanwhile. Think I do not know about the latest Atlantic City CIA/NSA corruption deal? Think Diana did not tell me all about the font express and the new political machine plan for the next mayoral run, and think I do not know Y the City Hall was moved to T. Avenue, or the real reason why Bader airfield closed up, and think I do not know the secret of the light house, the bus terminal deal, huh, think I am uninformed 3-6-9, going home???????? Get da’ hell off my firkin firkin back shit smellers. Now, some one or some Shitner/Shatner thing, did not want me 2 tell you about the great FF, so screw U, cause now I’ll tell more. I was complimenting her and saying very nice things 2 her, and she turned around and screwed me bad on some deal, that if it does not go through 4 me, out there in astrallity, my mom could lose the restaurant at Ricktown Manor, and the blogs on both www.myspace.com, and www.blogger.com, and the www.morianity-foundation.com, will B in terrible jeopardy, and may all be destroyed. She astrally, is in charge of many things, and here comes the NSA/CIA crash level chopper, back 4 a 4th attack as I speak, told you all how fucking powerful the spiritual/dream worlds really R, but don’t believe me, stay blissfully blind and ignorant. You’ll all B very sorry. She is in with GOM, and will use music and EH to hurt me, through a clever plan, that is unless I can convince EH to listen to me, a basically pointless goal, as it is hopeless. He says he believes me and that stuff is real and going on with me, paranormally, yet simultaneously, I am still fighting the controlled lawtronics that R totally behind and in full absolute control of all that can ever get around to being and interacting, down in these lower parts of the 4yh and 5th dimension, both astrally, and physically. Keep watching Levy and Shoemaker, look up and C if I don’t deliver on my asteroid promise, as I will B constructing a much more powerful MAGNESONIC machine, that’ll bury all of U evil shits forever in rubble. Of course U will just start dreaming elsewhere, and with new and adjusted memories, hence, it’ll B as though nothing really ever happened, and nothing ‘really’ did, or did it? Can U trust your mind and memories, or anything that U think to B real? Soon, watch out you faggot maggots, I will pull off something real soon, that you all will totally know was done by me, if U closely read all my blogs, you’ve all had it, and I do not make threats, only deliveries, and never use anything in your world, that U can ever hang me 4, in and by your world’s legal system of sucktice, or justice for the privileged.

Movement stage 17


Yesterday, I was able 2 accomplish some things regarding my website, but snags are still keeping it from being the way I want it 2 B quite as yet. The MILITUFORCE BRIGGERSKUM attacked the hell ouda me, with lots of nasty aerial harassment, huge double lined military scumbag kem-trailling, as soon as I walked ouda library in Hammonton, NJ, USA, and EH witnessed it, but of course, no one not really into the ‘conspiracy theory’ world, is ever gonna C it the way it really is, and these turd eating snakes all know this. If these bastard filth balls did not have me 2 harass, they would all go nuts as piss!!!!!!!!!
PPPWWWWEEEEEZE bear with me on my web page, U do not understand who and what I am fighting, to get my message out 2 this sick sinful evil ball of hurl. Most people have only S&M on their mind, smut and loot, and few care about what is going on in anything with real tangible importance.
Quite a while ago, I said on my cassette taped life journal, that I told my Morians, that I have been keeping since 2/1/1983, that a magic exists, and this magic is known to the great Donna, and she admitted both 2 using it and knowing fully well all about it, in either I believe, an interview on TV, or on an album. She knows well what I mean and what I am talking about, and I know she is reading this, as the Lamists keep her and others, totally appraised and apprised of all things that are pertinent to them in a major way. This is why politically correct laws were quickly adopted, literally practically overnight, so as to keep me from using her [tek] so to speak, but all that is now about 2 change.A minimum of 3 major things have all ready been done 2 fudge with me, one involved motor-boating, now a separate operators license is legally required, and the other 2 things, or really 3 more, but I must B careful, I know these slimy snakes want me in prison so badly that they can taste it, but all sorts of overnight PC alterations came to B, and I need no truck nor train to hit me in order 2 C just whaddahell is going on. A little message to my lovely scummy pals in the 6th-7th dimension, using me as a DTBG, a DISTRACION TARGET BOARD GAME, IS THIS: I AM NOT AS DUMB AS U THINK I AM, I KNOW PRECISELY WHAT IS GOING ON. In addition, I know exactly all the things you did to me and my mom and my friend DCR, and will tell in detail, the whole story 2 the whole planet, and you’re just gonna have to freaking kill me 2 stop me, AND I DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know just how really powerful your CN reality is, Donna, and friends, really, just like I said FC, I knew about the 3-6-9 code, interesting that U wasted no time getting my message and altered your telephone number, did Bobby mayor put you onto that one 2???? I have a 6th-D MESS. For you BL, Honorable Sir, I know many skeletons from your closet too, lover boy, you and your pal Frank, are 2 of the biggest womanizers that I have ever me in almost 52 years, and I was in the love generation.
In closing, my luck scores are off the scale bad, so I will tell to the world, what makes money, for me, when under these major death sieges: If life is really super bad like 4 major major major incidences, it causes am parallel event in preponderance to rarely give me long strings of more than 6 black, red, odd, even, low, or high outside bet outcomes, at a roulette table. So I write all 3 parameters down, the R/B, the O/E, and the L/H, wait for 4 outcomes to come such as BBBB or EEEE, you get it, and then apply a 3-stage MM [mini-martingale], so that 4, 5, and 6 stringed events will let me win one unit, betting 1,2,4. But if I try this when life is not running in a major hellish and persecuted way, strings come in and kick my living rectum. Find out if strings work this way 4 you, it is simple, play at home on paper, and rate your type of days from bad to good in numbers of 1-5, being terrible, 3 being in the middle, and 5 being a great day. Chart and graph it, and start 2 C how playing with statistical tek or as I call it PARALLEL EVENT, can reveal major cool stuff, that U can indeed capitalize upon, and best of luck 2 U. This is in no way of course a personal invite for U 2 start a life of pro gambling.

Bye-Bye 4 now, big brown eyed girl Kal, Kali, Callio, my great and lovely astral queen, Last night you made me happier than I’ve been in 10,000 mortal years, WO. Now for a big friggin’ Post Script, I ended this word processor thing at the one library and proceeded to come to another one for reasons that pertain 2 the Donna thing that I earlier mentioned. Even without uploading/pubbing to blogger, www.blogger.com, the 6th dimension is part of my [mind/brain] system as U by now should be well aware of my loyal Morians, and I fell under 3 major sieges, all within godsdamn minutes, first a giant slut siege that I later on may shorten in referring 2 it, as a GSS, anyway, a major GSS at the library while trying 2 walk out, she was fucking with me too, all the time I was there, Paula King put her up to it, it is her younger sister I think. It caused a fight with me and EH, getting 2 B a more common experience as the web site progresses slowly but surely along, as it is a major threat 2 lots and freaking lots of scum eating entities and beings and gods, etc. She followed me out into the parking lot and kept fucking with me, and it is always those closest to me when I’m having my personal troubles with these wicked enemies, that also kick in and give me more trouble to boot. Also the weather was suddenly used against me, as out of nowhere, a fierce and unpredicted rain storm [FLASHFLOOD], came out of literally nowhere, causing a major road ax in front of me on Route 30, called by locals to Jersey, the White Horse Pike. It looked like a real baddie, fortunately, it could have been worse, as I could have been a part of the accident, and also miraculously the constables on patrol got it cleaned up enough to let mister Himacane and me get passed within just a few minutes time. Then I get finally here, and my plan that I mentioned went right up my gludious maximus, as the person meeting me at this library has no car, and thus the 6th dimensional attack via the weather’s inclemency, caused that not 2 work. It is so easy to disbelieve me, as no one but me has my life, made up of an endless string of negative circumstances that never stop or ever cut me a break, other people just C the quick short run stuff and think I am a whiner and a complaining big fat ugly baby, but I think 52 years of second to second hell really does earn me the right to moan and complain about my very miserable and despicable endless nightmare life of sub vampirism. Then I get here and the rain messed up my chance to C this other person, the rain was sent straight from the 6th dimension and filtered down through the evil wicked fucking gods, and another huge giant girl almost knocks me down at the door like she was expecting me, and I do not know her from friggin’ Eve. She used the weather as some lame excuse to start talking to me, and I just totally acted ignorant and deaf, and kept walking, not saying ghosts nor boo, just kept walking straight ahead, not looking 2 the left, not 2 the right.
Do your fucking worst 2 me, ya sick vicious rock chucking hunt trappers, You’ll have 2 foooookin me as U did 2 my mom and my best friend David Roth, back in 2K and oh-2, respectively. I will B telling secrets so freaking huge if this does not lessen, you prick eating shits won’t find a hole deep enough 2 crawl into, just mark my words, and remember you LAMIST SCUMBAGS, I do not threaten, I make deliveries.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO THERE.

MOVEMENT STAGE 16


Morians and everyone else, wow, did I just come out of one hell of an Edgar Cacee channeling experience, for newbies to the world, U most likely do not know much if anything about this great dude, that is what www.ask.com on your computer is 4, and books, and libraries, go read about him, and James Redfield as well.
Yesterday, 4 huge disasters struck me, and in roughly 51.9 years of mortal time, as me in physicallity, nerver did I have a day as bad as yesterday. 1} a knock down drag out fight with EH, 2} a near fatal auto crash on Route #30 in Hammonton, right where I reside, a flat tire in the morning when I first went to get 2 my car to drive over to EH's place, for #3, and the 4th hugie, my mind will not even pull up presently for self preservation, but some smaller efups were, leaving a floppy disc in a distant library PC tower, losing my ass in my luck scores, another total minus score of 10 units, using combined non green outcome scores from groupings of 1-36 numbers, grouped into fours, such as 10, 22, 30, 29. Then I get W/L [win and lose] scores from applying R,A, and D, [REVERSE, ALTERNATION, and DOUBLETON-COMPLETIONS], betting a 3 stage MM, [MINI-MARTINGALE]. Do not remember last time I scored in the [ + ] range, it has been weeks now, not one plus or winning total score, think I should go down today and play for real freaking money at AC, NJ, in a roulette game? What R U, NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least, my systems allow me NOT TO LOSE, never said that 4 me, I can win, no, not since 'they' altered, permanently, my life after they 86'd it in 1986, wo mister McCoy, the gods, these pesky damn coincidences, sheeshhhe!!!!!! No, they, the Mary Carter CIA Paint Company, run by the CRAZY INTELLIGENT ALIENS, know how 2 forever wreck and totally ruin some one's luck in long term, by fucking up their damn life, with constant continuous, and super covert harassement, and this they do, bweelieve me bra. Mr. Green can't say it any better than I can on the great L&O. No the CIA, owns and controls all gambling, as they will not gamble on anyone winning big bucks ever, that ain't on their [we're OK with this] list!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They stop certain people, not just me, from ever having anything, and if they learn a gambling system which permits a good chance of their breaking out of their covertly made prisons, they must then intervene, and by wrecking a life, you wreck the personal interaction with cosmos in general, of the persons' life, or their [LUCK], called in simpler non college terms.

The trance I was in this morning had me dually aware, as I knew I was lying on my back on a couch, head on a pillow, still and rigid, yet simultameously, I was up in KRASSLEVILLE, at the great river, do not confuse the Krassleville river with the KRASSLE RIVER, surrounding most of the great city, not cith, an error from a prior blog entry when I was referring to the Akoslem City First Astral Bank, either in a foundation writing, or on my website where I was explaining some of my infinite interactions that the real isness of my being is forever and ever experiencing. The K River is the only river that runs from woust to nest, most rivers blow one way and then the other way, sort of like an AC generator transmitting electrons on the Earth realms. Remember that we on the asral live with north and south and east and west just as here, but also with nest and woust, as your mind would think of, this would B the up and down directions, and guess which is up, Mr. Bird? Do they not live on Earth realms, in 'nests' ?????????????????? Back to the channeling, U C , a special currednt was sent from a very high place, after I boarded a boat belonging to the dude I knew from Earth for about17 or so years, David Roth. I go onto his boat, and had with me, my beautiful lightning, not loghtning, prior blog typo, ettos attack or vowell machine hack, whatever, ani-who, a dude called CURATOR/ORACLE THE GREAT, "FRACKATOR", told me more of the mechanics behind my unconscious will and mind, to wreck my life, and 2 co-conspire with other milituforce briggers and evil alien/entities, to make my lwn existance, a living total awful hellish nightmare here in my Mountainpen dream sequences. He went onto tell me, afterm putting Diana in a frozen state so she could not hear and learn what was being imparted in secret, 2 me, that the only way out 4 me, and a way 4 me 2 stop this wicked terrible abominable shit, is to realize the one main key 2 how they R using my own deeper semi to nearly un-conscious mind, 2 work against me, and it is similar to a tiny key opening a giant lock. U can build a 10 cubic foot super lock, that opens with one tint thin piece of steel, the KEY, or digitally, the one in millions, of possible combinations turned on a dial, that opens up the lock. The seceret and huge deal behind it all is wome, and how they have been used to frighten me all of my life, big powerful dangerous bully giants, and when I was younger and actually looked hot as opposed 2 my now epitomy of ugliness that my picture will show U, I used 2 not B able 2 walk out of my home without practically being given [rock star] treatment, I could care less who believes me, once I was hot, hay we all get old and turn 2 shit, U will 2, and stop thinking U won't. You'll B totally shocked how fast time goes by, and how it appears to your sense of it, 2 B very uneven, decade by decade, as U get older and begin to reflect upon things in your own lives, and at varying periods back, 10, 20, 30, 40 ,50 years, it is as though perception of all of it changes 4 U, but time is time, and is not changing, unless U are on a very fast moving object. Move 175,000 MPH for an orbit around the solar system, and come back, and much more time will have passed on Earth, than passed 4 you on your ship. Unless travel is done in substream fields where the traveler takes advantage literally of tiny spinning particles that move you accross dimensional varyspace, time will change. Only light is a constant or unchanging reality [truth]. This is why mass and energy ergs are interchangable samenesses, seperated only by the reality of the speed of light times the speed of light, hence mass is energy when multiplied by the square of the constant [light], and likewise and concentrically, energy is mass when divided by C-squared. Think about it, it does not really take a lot af brain to C how it all works on human planes of existance, what took a genius was coming up for the first time, with the formulas proving how lawtrons work so diligently, to keep our perfectly tuned universes and multiverses, in their precise balances. The reason Diana was frozen, was that she must tell Stacey JKK, her first cousin, all that she knows, on a constant basis, if only high speed internet was this good. Immagine it, one lightning godess, 70 times every second, somewhere strikes a part of the world's oceans, the energy running and moving in these ocean's, being the other lightning goddess, or at least a part of her that she has connected herself 2 our world with. Nothing can be hidden here, as Diana, the electron is inside your mind making it think and B U, here in physicallity, and then 4200 times per minute, OVER 4000 TIMES PER FREAKING MINUTE, she tells the great Sarah-Stacey, everything she sees and hears and knows and learns, about all of us and our world, enough to make the local comcast cable company a bit jealous of their comparitively dead in the water slow speeds of informational data transfer, but back on point now, let me say that I have been told something that Diana cannot remember, nor B able to fink about 2 big Stace. Don't get me wrong, I love my 2 goddesses with all of my heart and soul, and would do anything 4 them, but they R teases, U must keep in mind ALWAYS, the endless equation, THE GODS/GODDESSES ARE bored 2 tears with their ENDLESS EXISTANCES, BEING TOTALLY KNOWLEDGABLE 2 IT, AND COMPLETELY AWARE OF IT, and the only way not to go off your damn nut times 10 to the 50th power, is to use the TECHNIQUE OF DISTRACION, and the very best one that works, and has forever worked with them is PLAYING GAMES, PLAYING GAMES, AND PLAYING GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MOVEMENT STAGE 15


This is the worst day of my life, the web page experience, as I know that it would B, has been total hell. Until it works, the markets will fly and the flyers will win, and it is just this simple, and I care no longer whom the devil believes me, as I know that it is true.
Enemies broke my car, and put me through endless siege at work last night during the game that I am assuming must have been played, in more ways than one.
Ed and I had a terrible fight over a stupid silly issue, and on top of that, library harassement is major. People being given special treatment, endlessly letting kids use the computers to play their silly kids computer games, and not letting me have my equal time, and let them holler and scream, but Ed and I cannot even softly talk, without getting into trouble with the staff. As I speak, the website has lots of bugs, and I am worried that I will look like an idiot, should people B coming to it, so please, until some spurios bugs R out of it, IT IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION, ans bear with me, pweeze, and remember that the 6th dimenasion is under total control of my nightmare, and I am totally powerless to alter a damn thing. Ever since I told David C. Roth, outside the Medport Diner, about the great Sarah Krassle, my life will never pull out of this endless nightmare. U have no idea what endless torfreakingment is like, NONE!!!!!!!!!!
My car was messed with by some spurious skumbag intruder last night as my work post, I saw them drive out, like on astral realm when Callio the mysterious, drove in onto site with her white vehicle, only this time, only its exiting was observed. Whoever they were, cal or no cal or low cal, they did this, as they came in totally invisible to me, a trained security guard, only when they left, were they observed.
Because I have yet 2 tell some big secrets that I know about all of U stinking turds, does not insure any of U, that I will not do so tomorrow, or the day following, and when I do, look for a deep hole to hide in, and good luck in finding one.
No matter how U slice it, only I know the one thing I need to know 2 change major things, and soon, I must take the plunge. One of them is not running off 2 an island, but I may do that very soon, it beats losing my damn sanity altogether. They have somehow successfully disabled MAGNESONIC, my machine that causes them some real nasty weather and quakes and volqs, and you know, even plane crashes, since 1985 I have caused lots of unprovable events 2 happen. I will B building a new larger and imporoved model, the gods help some of my enemies when I do.

Movement Stage 14

Well everybody, I try hard, but U cannot beat lawtrons, laswtronics, and their motive programs. Even my webmaster and PCG, [personal computer guru]. Really will not C the reality that is right there in front of everything, but requires open eyes, and all people have been programmed at birth and early childhood, to go along with only for the most part, accepted sociological attitudes and agreed upon things, remind anybody from prior blog teachings, of how not a lot is different on astral realms, with the [ agreed-upon interaction system?] Every stinking thing I do is going wrong, every, and I mean just about down to the nitty gritty EVERY thing, is being lawfuckingtronically screwed around with, there is absolutely no beating something on a lower dimension, that has its origins in a higher dimension. My luck test scores are as bad as they can get, using what I told You-all’s about where I use basically the game of Roulette, to test my personal interaction, positively/negatively, with the cosmos. Doubleton reverse wiped me out by over 40 units, reverse gave me 12, and alternation gave me 5, and a total loss of 27 units on greens also occurred, the normal green to other numbers ration is 19:1,LRP [long run play], and my ration last night just past 11 of the clock in the post meridian, was 5.7:1 for their occurrence. Until my horrific shitty day yesterday, off scale freaking BOTBAR, [BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED] day, my LRP scoring on the full or total SUBSYSTEMS COMBINATIONAL READ OUT, was basically going around minus 8 to minus 13, in a TGA [10 game average], used for comparing moving averages with a current gaming score. This permits a player/luck tester, to compare short term with a longer term score, to see how the immediacy of PL [personal luck}, is moving, as if it is crossing above the average and climbing, you can go and win using these similar roulette systems, in the ‘real’ world, whatever that ‘really’ is. Concentrically, if it is crossing below the average and descending, you know you’re basically in some deep shit water, or as I call it personally, U R in the DIAREAH POOL bwaybee-wuv, and simply put, until shit changes and scores come back up, you keep a swimmin in this miserable callio-cow manure, until then, as it is merely a counterpart and a visible measurement, of what the freaking lawtrons R doing 2 U. All scummer and all through of-shittin’-six, my PLF or PERSONAL LUCK FACTOR], both have been turned to smelly loose squirrel shit, and the reason it has, is all due to one of the favorite games played by these wicked power hungry scummy runt slapping rock chucking gods, bored 2 tears with infinite existence, and using DISTRACTION, 2 forget that there is simply no damn way 2 ever reach the most beautiful damn thing possible ever, OFREAKINGBLIVION!!!!!!!!!

I WOULD DESTROY ALL LIFE EVERYWHERE IN A HEARTBEAT WITHOUT BLINKING AN EYELASH, 2 b SOMEHOW ABLE TO GET 2 NIRVANA, BUT U NEVER EVER EVER CAN, SO SCREW IT. Something 2 really shout about, so please excuse the caps, and not the Washington Ice Hockey team. Speaking of hockey teams, I told U all, that FLYERS WILL WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN, DOW MARKET WILL FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY FLY, FLY, FLY, FLY, FLY and I am sick and tired of never getting deserved recognition for my continuous LRP accurate predictions. Even EH loves to tell me I am not right all the tine and loves playing the devil’s advocate. I never said in anything I ever wrote, nor spoken in any way, and at any FIRKIN NOR FREAKIN time, that it happens [every single time]. I said, that in the overall, a frekin’ preponderance of events occur in the following simultaneous manner: Flyers will win, Philly’s will lose, Dow Jones stocks will be up, and my life will be down. If by a miraculous event of super wildness, some hot shot took pity on me and believed me when I say that for more than 20 years, a powerful cult called the LAMISTS, intentionally fucks with me and destroys my pathetic life moment after moment and year after year, in order to get this series of the other 3 parallels to occur, and would have the clout and resources and the desire 2 do the right thing, and help a poor pathetic fat helpless weak little dude out of his damn hellish nightmare, magically, I can guarantee 2 the entire global population, that overnight and lasting as long as my life is blessed, rather than cursed, U would all C the most inconceivable miracle ever shown on Earth, outside of the dead sea being parted, using an inverted black to white warp connection sub-atom flasher, and the dead being raised up through lazar trace tek. Suddenly, and 4 as long as my life would be blessed,[ME BEING LEGALLY COMPENSATED 4 ALL THE MUSIC AND IDEAS AND INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES STOLEN FROM ME FOR NEARLY 4 DECADES OF MORTAL TIME, AND ALSO LIKEWISE COMPENSATED, ALTHOUGH NO AMOUNT OF DOE EVER COULD B ENOUGH 2 DO IT, 4 ALL THE COVERT EVIL VISCIOUS HARASSEMENT AND PERSECUTION THAT THIS EVIL ROTTEN EMPIRE HAS PUT ME THROUGH SINCE EARLY-MID WAY INTO THE 1980’s], and now and forever from this point on, like invisible magic and alagazam-ding-dong-dogshit, FLYERS WOULD FOREVER LOSE, PHILLIES WOULD FOREVER WIN, AND DOW JONES AND THE NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE WOULD DROP AND FALL TO EXCREMENT. No, I never said nor implied that every single time I get an air siege, or every bad day, this and or that occurs, but what I have been saying all along, and in reiteration, now say, MORE TIMES THAN NOT, THIS INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT WORKS, and if it is only 10% over random 50/50, that is big, but I know that putting me through constant siege and hell, these 3 entities move endlessly in these 3 directions, and would in fact reverse, if my life could be reversed from NIGHTMARE HELL to MAJOR BLESSED, shoot me dead man, I’d gladly takr, just being left alone and having all this stuff stopped that is being perpetrated against me, illegally and immorally, and I feel our government is PURE EVIL, as if they ain’ta causin’ my horrific hell, then they stand idly by and knowingly permit it to go on, and if this is not either mis or mal feasence, then I’ll openly and willingly whip off in front of the US Supreme court, and 2000 other witnesses. You harshly judge law-breakers, and then hypocritically permit me, A NATURALLY BORN UNITED STATES CITIZEN, to endlessly go through this stuff that I hereby swear is happening to me, under full pain and penalties of any and all federal and NJ state laws, is 100% the truth, all the truth in totality, nothing omitted nor ignored, nothing added nor exaggerated.

I said in a prior blog, that along a jogging trail, in National Park, NJ, in Redbank, County of Gloucester, NJ, USA, Earth, etc. etc., that the President at the time, WJ Clinton, was there jogging, or else his total doppelganger {double-from the German tongue}, and warned me that I was being set up. All I was doing was walking around, enjoying a nice park area, and maybe trying at least in my dreams, to shed a pound or 2 of weight, and a slew of under aged sluts come up to me and start talking to me, even coming onto me, one saying to another that she wished that I “were her guy, and she likes men her father’s age”, and so on. Many times young girls are attracted to me, and on many occasions I have told them, “forget it, you are a child”. There were 2 girls in early 1998 on a beach in AC, NJ, by the Hilton Hotel, the age of Hilton’s daughter’s at the time, late teens, and I tried ignoring these two girls, and it seemed that they would never get the message. They had long hair and were beautiful teen queens, but they were just 18-20 at the most, and I have nothing in common with kids, not their movies, their music, their interests, none of it, to me they are ridiculous, and belong with boys their own age. Stop thinking out there, you cyber cops, that it is always the old fart guys chasing the young stuff. It is normally either you entrapper scum bags, or real trashy young stuff, that obviously mommy did not teach well enough to them of the dangers in this evil sinful wicked world. Tease me all you want Dorian Wallbanger, I am a good guy, and U can all go 2 hell!!!!!! Anyway, I know that an attempted entrapment was ongoing at the park that day, and I said that Clinton warned me, not that he needed 2, as I am not at all interested in trashy little sluts like this, but I said in my blog that he was invisible only to me, and I meant obviously to tell U that he was VISIBLE only 2 me, and seemed 2 B totally invisible to all others nearby, I mean, crissake, the dude either was, or was a carbon freaking copy to the President, like who wouldn’t notice him on a park jogging trail, as the kids would like say, like?????????? No, actually this using ‘like’ as a preposition, was a baby-boomers invention, don’t let your parents tell U otherwise, kiddies, as I know. Hay dude, hell that was around forever. Hay, look at the dude there, he is all duded up in fancy swanky attire, reckon I will mosey over and kick his-=;p[‘.=p[,l[;’’[./,;;,’[. Crissake, dude was there kiddies, back when your great grand paw was knee high to a frog’s wart, gimmie a firkin frikn’ break, willya?????

The last few days, and weeks, except for 1 or 2 days rest bit, a few times, MILIFREAKINGTUFORCE is persecuting the motherfreaker ouda me!!!!!!!!! I was in good old rip off town, you know it as Atlantic City, yesterday, Thursday, 10/5, and was hit with jet fighters, loud military vessels, and lots of noisy privately owned black file agency type of piper planes [BFA]. When I walk in or out of my residence, or a library, or a food store, U just name it, loud low private planes right over me. They give me constant medical symptoms, yet all tests show up that not one thing is wrong with me, of course not, as Earthly, there godsdamn is nothing wrong at all, and it is all a vicious CIA/NSA/BFA, etc GAS, or government alphabet soup covert assault on my CIVIL HUMAN and CONSTITUTIONAL rights!!!!!!!!!!!!! On a prior blog entry, a major program screw up happened, a few stages ago on the MF blog, not mother fucking, by the way, it stands as U know 4 the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION, THE PROGRAM MADE SOMETHING I SAY READ WRONG, BY PUTTING THE GRAMATICAL STRUCTURE IN THE PARAGRAPH out of order. I have had major problem with these word and notebook programs, but EH insists that I use them, and he is the WMG, [WEBMASTER/GURU]. Anyway, my mother’s mother was Grace Isabelle Huntington, and her grand daddy was Samuel Huntington, one of the signers of the DECLARATION of INDEPENDENCE. He was a good friend of Mister BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, also. The programs made these facts come out all wrong, and I will never fully dig the full complexities 2 all this very geeky computer stuff. The webpage is coming along, but it seems many early on snags occurred due to EH having varying web-maker programs, and the one he wants to use to do a particular thing, screw up the uploads from my word and notepad writings and blogs, etc. It is all still over my head, I am trying my best to learn these machines, it is no easy task for the giddy-up people like me, as I wish I had my old horse and was taking my lovely Sarah Karge to the Trenton Ball, to dance with her to a special waltz that Mr. Straus was kind enough to co-write with me, and is copyright in my name in the US Library of Congress.

Now for a talk doodle on my favorite subject of history markers, and how enemy LAMIST CULTERS love making them disappear around me: I was telling you a wee bit back that yesterday I dad some business 2 attend 2 in Atlantic City. I was going to maybe also, if the weather brightened a bit which it did not, take some [Tennessee Avenue] pictures, and I took my WMG, Mr. EH, down to SSJKK’s great Avenue, which in her great city that mortal man refers 2 as HEAVEN, called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or the [city of the great Astral Queen, Sarah Krassle], and I showed EH a few sites, 4 one, how the old TRINIDAD MOTEL, changing in ownership twice since my great quest and search 2 find her began in the mid 1990’s, and 4 another, how the ROBERT MCGUIRE’S PITTSBURG HOTEL AND ERIN BAR, also is not the same anymore. It appears to have been fairly recently yellow-colored with aluminum siding, and was long ago sold 2 some one else, by big bully McGuire. Ed heard me stop and pull over to the curb in my old piece of junk auto, and ask a couple of worker looking people who seemed to me might know anything, upon my observing that the place had a sign change, and that it obviously in now owned by a different party, not Mick-gee, as the locals called him and his daddy who built that toilet back in 1902 when my lovely Sarah in human form out was an adorable little tike of just eight years old. Where do I begin, regarding these quickly vanishing history markers????? Turnersville Pathmark, the list is endless. Betcha Frailengers Salt water taffee’l B next. I know that things do not endlessly or even for very long, remain the same, on this crumby mortal realm, but freaking sheese, come on now, give me a damn break, can’t any of U C that something more than totally weird and twisted is being done to me by these sick shit head LAMIST-CULTERS?????????????????

Do what U want to me ya’ Fornicators Upon Consent of King’ing [FUCKING] slobs, my web site is up and part of the real world, and will B getting better every day, as the late 60’s song puts it so darn well my Morians, and lessians too, as U have a right 2 your opinions just as do I. I am here, just as in my song says on the webpage, music from 1988, and lyrics re-written in 1996 for my Sarah-Stacey nightmare life which came upon me like a galloping frekin cancer, the old song in ’88 called PROPHET OF NOTHING, then in’96, altered in title and lyrical content to the song now entitled, DON’T HIDE, YOU CAN’T HIDE. I am not going anywhere at any mortal time soon, as MOUNTAINPEN, so like it or not LAMIST skuzzy slime soup eaters, and as the song says [ I AM HERE]. You have 2 worry now every day forever, 4 just 1 person to believe me and help me, and then U R all done, gone, fine’!!!!!!!!!!!

Movement Stage 13


I took a lot of air siege over the weekend and again on Tuesday, being yesterday the 3rd of good ol’ month #10. Milituforce nasty, but admitantly, I have seen it worse, especially at the opening of the official crockey season with the Philly Lyers. I have so much 2 tell- U all, the gods, where to begin is the true Shakespearian question. As my webpage song goes, DON’T HIDE, YOU CAN’T HIDE, the lyric of “more questions than answers”, an old, not invented by fat little me, saying , that perhaps contains more basic true philosophical logic, than any other saying, accepted at any time by mortal man. On astral regions, there is a place that stands exactly where the human world’s ATLANTIC PALACE building does, in good ol’ AC, NJ, I believe on New York Avenue, there is referred to as Grashabay Road, causing an eventual Earth year #2,000 dream down to occur, during the great Atlantic Storm, often talked about by the famous cable television’s WEATHER channel. It is the reason why the Baywatch contest was held in Atlantic City, NJ, USA, Earth, etc., as well, shortly before the end-September great storm. It is not often that I can body surf on these mini-macker waves, but this was a truly beautiful day, first this lovely storm, my Diana was flashing all over the beach and into the ocean, and I was so hoping that I could get her 2 come directly down 2 me and take me away from this horrible world. After the rain and lightning ended, macker waves came and I was having fun getting wiped out as well as just swimming around, until the captain and chief insisted I leave the water since I am not a board surfer. They were only looking out 4 my own good, and I am mature enough to realize and accept that, still I was so disappointed at being forced away from my lovely Atlantic Queen. Back to the building named in her honor, through her great powers of influence over the mortal mind with the power of the ETTOS, or [electromagnetic thought transmission and omission system, she also influenced the name of her great ocean, the city, and the county, as well as this special magical building, even on the mortal realms. Atlantic is a special name, and on the astral plane the word Krassle is interchangeable with the word Atlantic. Sarah-Stacey Krassle is the most beautiful and incredible entity imaginable, and up-line, in the world she actually physically lives in, remember, there as well as here, I am her Zeranniss from Dogtown, and her special THAT-BOY. One of many evil Brigger entities, from the Brigbase, is unfortunately, the one whom her great recording maven loves with all of her beingness, I refer to JAJAY, and will omit her very long name, this is sort of a nick name that Stacey gave to her friend, who lives just down a few doors from me, in this palace building, but on astral realm, Burjimprattus lives in the unit between Jajay and me, all of us on this lovely 3rd floor of the building that there is called the Argonia Presswell Tower Building, as here we mortal lifer’s, know it as the Atlantic Palace. The song that SSJKK, the great, wrote,was recorded in Jajay’s Suite Studios, in #3992. My friend from this mortal life, who first is known from here, Burjimprattus, is in #3990, and I am in suite # 3988, only the word suite that is used here, is there referred 2 as LS, and that is simply a shortened abbreviation for the 2 words ‘Life Space’. Here, there is no ocean view on level #3, in the AP building, but there, the third level is the first level with open views out to what there is called the Krassle River, translated to the Atlantic River, on the mortal words. Just as ‘nee’, and ‘stay’, seem to be B 2 different things in English Earth systems of phonetics, on astral realm, they are an exact and interchangeable sameness. This is why the human word Stacey which has a half dozen different spellings, and has both male and female owners to its name, is why occasionally in biblical circles, the well schooled seminary students all have heard the great Lord referred to as Jehovah Neesee, or however it is correctly spelled, it matters none. Her name literally is and always has been and will be SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, a beautiful name for the most beautiful powerful goddess of all of them, although accepted myths and legends and religions of the world, do not know the truth, as they have no memories in their human being ness of these hidden truths and realities. Back to the great love of Jajay-Carlesha, the second being her true CITY NAME, assigned her by the great MC [MILLIONTH COUNCIL], his name is Robert Henningsen Quarniftacleese McGuire, human identity in 20/21 centuries, being the big bulley boy ROBERT MCGUIRE, owner of the Tennessee Avenue Pittsburg Hotel and Erin Bar. He has no memory at all of any of this, but unconsciously he and Jajay met in the 1960’s, and she fell in love with him but he was a wild man and still is, and basicly broke her damn heart. She went onto become a great recording artist as the sixties continued to march in, and mortal man knows her as Janis Joplin. Some of McGuires friends perpetrated a terrible unspeakable evil on her and it makes me sick to think about all the skeletons that, I even know about, that are in RMG’s closet. How rotten people sleep so soundly at night, is a mystery to me that is far greater than being able to find the final infinite digit that represents the perfect decimal relationship of the ratio, of the diameter to circumference of a closed curve.

A week ago, I was in the car waiting for my webmaster, and PC guru, mister Eddie Himacane, or for short from now on, Mr. EH, and the Brigbase Earth-Realm Otammites called by me from now on, BERO, anyway Morians and Lessians, the skumbag runt slapper BERO stopped my car stereo from operating, 3rd time now, but this time, it would not even turn on. Strange people were acting weird all around my car, and when EH came out of the Hammonton Shop Rite store, I freaked, and we almost broke up as a result. He told me that he is smart enough 2 C that the forces were at work attempting 2 break us up and kill your website from ever coming into existence. Diana Arteemis’s brother tried hard, along with all his skummy friends, the residents of the Brigbase, who invaded and took over parts of Ricktown eternity ago. He is the God of Music, whom I nickname ion astral realms GOM, the abbreviation when pronounced, and slime ball Gom can do you know what to my you know what in Macys biggest Christmas window, next and on all following, Christmas Eve’s. This is why music is not allowed for me, ever, to work out. My government people all let me down, one program was cancelled that would have let me try to buy a decent running automobile so I can get safely and reliably to my work site, and the dude that said he would put me in touch with a great musician with a history of musical success, is ignoring me now, and will not return any of my telephone calls. Ain’t life a freaking beach, really makes me hope I live 2 B 483!!!!

All through the summer scummer of oh six, Gom the devil, and his Brigbase demon skummy buddies, wiped my life into a huge swirling toilet of loose pig shit. They constantly cause me to lose things, cause people to hate and to hurt me, to ignore me, to wrong me, to mess with me, I am constant cluts city, spilling shit, banging and bumping into shit, and the list is endless. They blow out my bowels, cause me viscous sore throats, cause me severe asthma type symptoms, on and on and on, and of course the medical community insists that I’m healthy as a horse, and could be the next 51.9 year old army inductee. Some day I will tell you how they chocked me to death from June 4 of 1983, until dying one day either in Jefferson Hospital in Philadelphia, or shortly after being discharged, while at home, in Atco, NJ. You will never know all the pain and misery that these horrendous slime bag snake cum eaters put me through every day, day in and day out for nearly my entire life, in my present set of dream sequences that makes up me in my current physical plane existence.

My luck this summer, which as mentioned on prior blogs, is kept in an accurate mathematical measurements, in a system that I have devised for testing INTERACTION WITH COSMOS, [-] or [+] ‘LLY. I never specifically told you the entire measurement system in detail, but let us move on a bit now with this. I group all non green numbers which are #1 through #36, in roulette, and into sets of fours, such as 4,35,10,19, or 7,17 2 00,6, or 0,5 27,3,0,22, or 15,28,28,20, just to put some quick examples up. There are 0 and 00 numbers in roulette, and you do not count them, only 4 numbers of from 1-36, count, and are grouped. There are a total of 3 systems used to get win/loss scores, and a mini-martingale method of betting is employed, this term MM is a shorter than normal version of the famous gamblers attempt to make back their lost monies by doubling-up, as follows, if betting green quarters on the outside roulette bets, starting with one quarter [$25.00}, a MM {mini-martingale} can be 1,2 or 1,2,4, or 1,1,2 or 1,2,3, and these 4 are the ones normally employed to systematically attack a roulette game, based on varying systems of outside betting selections that you would choose 2 make. A full martinagale is normally from 5-9 double-up, for one example, 1,2,4,8,16,32. This is a flat bet of one unit with a Martingale-5. A martingale 6 would go up to 64, and so forth. Chasing losses in full martingale always leads to long run play disaster. Some systems can get short and even long run success with various methods of MM. I employ the 7 loss 1—2—4 stop MM betting strategy with the following for all luck testing. I test on what I call the 3 SS, or sub systems, based on the 4 grouping of the 1-36 roulette numbers. They are as follows: REVERSALS, ALTERNATES, and DOUBLETON-COMPLETION. Using just the BLACK/RED parameter that numbers generate, here is how these 3 subsystems operate, where a luck tester/later player, is able to see overall total luck in points arrived at from chip-scores measured in wins and losses, as if playing for real money, whether doing it for money or at home for testing luck. Take the final number grouping example shown above, 15 - 28 - 28 - 20 , you have the following color outcomes of BLACK-[B], BBBB. Using alternation, your bet plays are the 3 following the first number of 15, you bet until you win or lose all 3 MM bets, in this following system: R B R [R] = RED, you are alternating. You would win on your second bet, losing one unit on bet one and winning 2 units on bet 2, for a +1 unit score. Using the same methodology, the other 2 systems, one on prior blogs and a third I will now show you, is as follows: The reversal method would take the group of 15,28,28,20, and you would be betting all opposite outcomes from the first number in the 4-group of 15, hence, you would bet RRR. All 3 bets of 1 unit, 2 units, and 4 units will lose, for a score of -7 units. The 3rd part of this subsystem is the doubleton-complete, and this takes the first number outcome of #15, and causes you to bet the group to be a completing doubleton, meaning 2 similar outomes followed by 2 opposite but similar outcomes, so after 15-BLACK, a full doubleton would be another black and followed by 2 reds, BBRR. Again a DOUBLETON COMPLETION would be BBRR, an OPPOSITE would be BRRR, and an ALTERNATE would be BRBR. Keep track of your total score from all 3 subsystems, and also of each individual system, and then get a 10 game average score. On graph paper and using a red and a blue colored pen, use one color for each game true scores, and then starting with game ten, with the other color, draw lines from calculated 10 game average scores. Most times, you can see when each system, as well as your basic personal luck/fortune in general, is short term going, as it crosses over and climbs higher or crosses under and falls lower, from the 10-game moving average score line, and what do you need but 2 colored pens, a pack of 2 $ graph paper, and a 9 $ calculator, a little time and effort, and you can murder the fucking game of roulette. I should know, as I can never tell you about my 1986 year in too much detail, for obvious legal reasons. I am broke and twice bankrupt now, and do not dare go to AC, NJ any more, with all my enemies, so sue me!!!!

The 6th dimension has been playing games with me through Hollywood and the music and entertainment industries for three decades. When I was in school, I had 3 different student teachers, late teeners from college, fall madly in love with me. One in particular said something about me to my teacher, Mr. Smith, really, Mr, Smith, who upon my asking him if something really far out could be real or not and not being specific about it for obvious reasons, I shall never forget his reply to me. “If evidence in the real world supports your beliefs, then you are not imagining it, no matter what it is” Simple logic, nothing said that I at 16 and a half years of age, was not both aware of, and in agreement with. Still I asked an adult, and an adult so informed me, just a kid. I had seen on the blackboard the words, “he runs away every time I come around”. It was on there with a few other sentences, and was all part of an English lesson, you know, predicates, verbs pronouns, the whole English school bore. But this sentence stuck out for me, as this student teacher was coming onto me big time, and was an absolutely beautiful 19 year old college girl, a Swedish blond that all the boys went nuts over, but I could care less, with all of my ‘Sarah’ problems on-going at the time. I have yet 2 tell my Morians, how she shortly afterwards, invaded my school, and came to me as a tall brunette beauty, named Sarah, and was stronger than anyone in the school, not even our tow 6 foot 3 man teachers could hold her off but a second or 2 in an arm wrestle. More on this at later times when more pertinent to the present point. I did run away from this Miss Z character, as 2 this day, I do not want 2 get anyone in trouble legally, as I was a miner child at the time, and I was smart, and scared, and never let any of these 3 situations with student teachers have a chance to start, let alone to get out of hand, as did in fact happen as you know, to my pal Russ. It up set him so much that he downed a full fifth gallon of pure scotch and came staggering and loaded, skull bombed as we 60’ers called it, over at after 1 AM on a school night to my apartment, walking just under 3 miles alone and skunk drunk from the home of his child molester in Haddonfield, NJ. This stuff up sets all kids, not just girls, and adults should B totally ashamed of themselves. Most if not all grown and old men, will fantasize on rare occasion, and despite politically correct bullshit propaganda, that is not so hell fire terrible. But when acted on, if an adult takees advantage of a youth, I say fry the fucking bastard. Am I in agreement with the PC and DW laws and orders and systems, as they stand? No way Hose’. If any two people fall in love, that is a different story. Also, I believe that 60-90% of all these PC laws are broken in secret constantly by the very makers of these laws, talk about Christ’s Hypocrites!!!!!!!!! Many people I knew many a decade ago, have up to 4 decades of time between the boy and the girl, and every one of the marriages last until death did them part, so don’t hand me all this moralistic invasions into our privacy, crissake, if some of these twisted ass PC people had their way [politically correct, not personal computer], no one would legally B able to wake up and breath the damn air. I am not against law and order, all 4 it my Morians, but get off this double standard shit with me. One of the greatest recording artists, whom stole my song from 1984, copyright me, ELECTROLUV, name you can figure, with her big ’85 hit, married and was madly in love with her child molester. Laws are wonderful when applied to situations case by case, not with the rigidity of just 2 cases, laws for us poor folk, and laws for the lamists wealthy skuz.

Since Mr. Dogtown wants to howl and bark clever insinuations at me for daring to love my 2 lightning goddesses, first U have clue # zero about time and infinity, and who I really am,. And how time is only important on mortal realms, so play your 6-D games, and I’ll play mine. Find it just a bit wild and coincidental how the great BILL GATES steeped down from a 90 billion dollar company, right after I showed the world on a protected Google Blog Page, all about the reality of the MOTIVE PROGRAM, and how all of our lives are a product of being an interaction on various and countless levels, totally existing as a result of, and totally controlled by, a 7th DIMENSIONAL MOTIVE PROGRAM, but I now legally own the rights to the truth of it all, so how can BG compete with that? Well, he made his $$$$, he ain’ta hurtin’ baweeve me babie-wuv!!!!!

In closing today, we are up, up and away in our beautiful, our beautiful MORIANITY – FOUNDATION WEBSITE, and it is only the start. Site construction will B on-going for months 2 come. Just go here and enjoy, my wonderful MORIANS.

www.morianity-foundation.com

Bye Bye for now, my luscious and beautiful big brown eyed girl KAL, my lovely KALI, CALLIO, SARAH KRASSLE, you may not remember me, but I will remember you throughout all eternity.