MOVEMENT STAGE 30



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

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

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

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

Movement Stage 29


Another super bad hellish weekend for the Head Morian, this weekend, causing my Eagles 2 horrific defeats, after 2 off all scales and dials awful and terroristic freaking weekends caused me by the famous and evil MILI-2-FORCE. Again this is short 4 Military, UFO, and Force. Choppers and planes and constant loud ass blotor- suckles, all over me like maggots on the post-mordemites. Vicious health attacks, causing me to shit myself like a baby over and over again, even again this morning, and the week end was horrendous.
Made some errors on #27 blog said 2 things that were not mathematically correct, sahwee. First I said making 30 million bucks in 6 years using orange chips of 1,000 $$$ VALUE, while discussing the WALTZING 2 MATILDA ROULETTE SYSTEM. I meant 2 say after 18 years, not 6 years. Also I said that monthly CD interest on 3 million is 120,000, wrong, annual interest is, the monthly in one twelfth of this. 3 million $$$ in Certificates of Deposit, CD’s, produces at 4 percent [4 %] annually, a total interest monthly of $10 grand, not a bad payment to your tropical island account, for sitting around and sipping Tequilas, and screwing gorgeous babes day and night. Hay, I 4 one ain’t a greedy man.
Coming into the library 2-day, I tripped and fell on the stupid handicrapped ramp just shy of the entrance 2 the building, I admit a dynamite redhead had just walked out, and my eyes were not where they belonged, also my mind was in the sewer. I never said I do not love women, and I naturally miss having them in my life. Any red blooded hetero would. Just cannot afford 2 bring people into my wild and crazy existence of sub-vampiric hell.
Hope the fucking Eagles Season ends soon, they’ll be slaughtered anyway, as even though the parallel event thing that I often discuss and complain of in my nightmare, is basically about the Dow Jones, the Philly’s Baseball Club, and the Flyers Hockey Club, the Eagles also have a lesser, but definitely a real effect, in all of this P.E. hellishness. Trashy noisy annoying people have just come into the library, first the fall, now this, never fucking quits, and it quite obviously never will!!!!!!! But U won’t stop me; I will B letting lots of wild and dangerous shit hang out 4 all the stuff that has been done 2 me, 4 fifty-two stinking freaking years.
The “WALTZING- 2-MATILDA” roulette system, was given to me by Diana Zudlecrenessia Arteemis, and nobody in the casino, not ‘casion’, from another of my so many prior typo- blog- errors, business, appreciates me popping off about KICK-ASS gaming systems. My father and Sharptonio Antibrigger, partners in a Diner Franchise business in the great capitol city in Ricktown, called in its short spelling, AKOSLEM, also love 2 give me so-called great systems 4 playing roulette, but they suck, and only the great DZA is really smart enough 2 give ones 2 me that really will work and produce consistent profits, if the system is properly employed, and not ever abused. The systems that I try to post this system information onto however, will not permit me 2 do it without mental plane eckankaric interference. Not 2 imply here that the Eckist religion or its members R in any way behind it, I’m merely using their lingo with the ‘MENTAL OR MIND PLANE’, and hence, I must tell my Morians that it is from the 6th dimension, or what the Eckist believers call and term, Mental Plane, as this is all owned by them and is copyright protected. When the 6th dimension is fighting U, no mortal can win our, not directly anyway, but ways to cleverly fool this mind world or the mind gods, R available 4 use, should U of course, learn how 2 correctly utilize these ways. It is not easy, nothing really good really is. They got me to trip and hurt my knee, it is all bloody, my pants are ruined, my last pair, I shit myself the second I awoke today, using your ‘forward-mortal lingo, and of course am super BOTBAR, [bottom of the barrel, already rated.] The market will continue to fly up, fly up, fly up, and the Eagles will lose and lose and lose, and the Liars Flyers will keep winning, and winning, and winning. This nightmare that I suffer endlessly through is the greatest reality show of the gods, and the worst nightmare that any human has ever been forced to ever suffer through. I can tell U that it is far worse even than being a ‘survivor’ from the German WW2 Prison-camps, and that was another typo to make me appear 2 B a racist, on a prior blog entry, when the print came out differently than it should have when I meant to say loud and noisy BIKER, scumbags were attacking me. The B was turned into a K, I would never print such a slur, and I do not operate in the narrow minded channel, as racists do. There is one group of people that I am prejudiced against, and that is the prejudiced and racist group.
No the great and lovely star queen moon goddess DIANA ZUDLECRENESSIA ARTEEMIS, gave her little boy, a wonderful system that I can use 2 kick your ass Trumpie and friends. I explained it a little bit screwed up, and meant 2 say that the system’s name has a [2] in it 4 two reasons, being as follows: First, you make up to 2 bets, should your first bet lose, and secondly, you always follow last outcome on the particular parameter that U R playing, B it the R/B, the O/E, or the L/H parameter. All roulette numbers from 1-36, all are either a black, red, odd, even, low, or high. Remember that low numbers are the low half, from 1-18, and high numbers are the high half, from 19-36. Examples as follows: 27--- RED, ODD, and HIGH, 36—RED, EVEN, and HIGH, 8—BLACK, EVEN, and Low, etc, etc. You waltz down and return back to the first parameter, as R/B is #1, and O/E is #2, and L/H is # 3. So you waltz as follows, 1,2,3,1,2,3,1,2,3, and so forth, just like that lovely old music, the gods, how I long for the great old days where music was so beautiful and splendid, nobody alive has clue number point one, what any of you air heads R missing!!!!!!!!! Any-who, on with the game of Roulette, so the second part of the 2 in the system’s name not only tells you that after 2 losing bets, you waltz to the next numbered parameter of the roulette number, but that U also resume the one unit betting, again your betting strategy never changes, bet one unit when you just won, and bet one unit after placing a ‘chase-loss bet, whether it wins or loses, and your chase bet is 2 units, so your betting is 1—2—1—2—1—2—1, and etc. Never chase a winning bet, you always bet one unit, unless using a chase bet. Remember always 2 ignore the inevitable losses that a player will incur on the 2 green house edge 3’s of 0 and 00. When U lose on these, act as though it never happened when placing another bet, do not stage your wagers further up as a result of green outcome losses, it is all built into the system for receiving a units of profit per 200 working hours or monthly time worked. Even with my horrible luck scores, this has been producing kilospin after kilospin of an averaged payout in units of 13-17, averaging me 15, and no one anywhere scores worse than me in a luck test. In my 52 years of human existence, as the current 4-D- me, I have as yet been unable 2 win one freaking BINGO game, not ever, NEVER NEVER EVER EVER NEVER EVER, and the gods, does this piss me off. I am physically unable and incapable of ever winning one lousy Bingo Game, as my luck sucks so bad, that in a competition with a room of people, there is never the remotest possible chance that the most unlucky one in the room, can ever B more unlucky than me, and this is truth, Y WOULD I FUCKEN’ LIE 2 YOU about a negative thing that just makes me appear 2 B the epitome of doofisness??????!!!!!!!! So, if the” W2M “roulette System averages [SHITSOLUCK] whittle me, the MUP of [monthly units profit], of 15/Kilo-spin, or is producing a dekakilospin of 130-170 or MUP, what it might do 4 another could perhaps average quite a bit more, again and reiterated, if not abused. I.E.: You find yourself losing 8-12 units at a table, to Dogtown with the table; it is surely not the only roulette table in the city U R gambling in, is it?????? In like manner if U make 5 or ten units nice and easy, that’s enough, quit and have a bite 2 eat, if U go to AC, NJ, do what I do when winning or losing, go out and look at the beautiful Atlantic Ocean, and say hello 2 the great Sarah-Stacey. She will wave at you, I promise U that!!!!!!!!!

I really asked Otammscumfilth Dirtcrud, Incorporated, to back off of me and leave me alone and their response this weekend and well into Monday, since my last Blog posting, was to tell me 2 go the friggin’ DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!! Well, not really much I can do now. U C ladies and lads, WWW is the world wide web and the great US of A, may think that we own the planet, but many whom live on it will quickly beg 2 differ with them, quite veheminantly. I do not dare tell U details, but smart people and nuclear scientists as well, and all those that fit somewhere in-between these 2 groups, can get a larger and more elaborated bunch of truths out of the few things that I now am about 2 discuss with my world audience. First, things were not worse, they were better, 4 the world, during the cold war time where power was balanced. This is not what you’ll hear in the USA, as it is naturally 2 our interests and advantage 2 B on top, the basic world rulers, dominators if U will, and my saying this offends loyal patriots, but they are all so pathetically ignorant. A true patriot comes 2 recognize what is wrong about their country, and then, comes to believe that it is their civic duty to attempt 2 repair as many of those wrongs, as they in their limited ways, and with their limited resources, are able 2 do. Before going on, I know that CIA and NSA agents R all around me, 2 many strange people R all lurking around in an area of books here at the library, directly behind my computer, where hardly anyone at any time, ever goes. I knew that typing the above line would make one or 2 of them get up and leave, and 2 out of the 3 have just now indeed done so, just as I began 2 type this next line. Yea, wow, what a super imagination I have, sure, right!!!!!!!!
So Otamm and Milituforce said screw you Mountainpen, we’ll just go right on making it worse and worse 4 U forever and endlessly. FINE, so for those who may wish to re-balance the power and know how to read between the lines, let me tell the world, after-all, this is the World Wide Web, is it not?????? I am not an atomic scientist, nor a physicist. But books on building atomic bee words are in almost every library, they forget 2 tell U that OK, now U know something, but U need materials that “they” will never let U get a hold of, so as 2 build arsenals in order to defend from any and all present and potential future oppressors. No, the world by PC standards is quite safe, and no nut cases like the guy with my name in reverse from Libya, nor anyone else, has any chance to do any horrific deeds of biblical proportions. What I am about 2 say is not illegal, I know where the lines not 2 B crossed R, and I ain’t a stupid man, or dog, whatever the case may B. A TECKBAY MYSTERY SCHOOL mystic by the name of Gauki-Gaukgauk Pellatrowsley, a level 6 and ½ mystic of the Aztecan Order, those that chose no Earthly dream-downs, mortals say [INCARNATIONS], anyway, he showed me things as Mister Mountainpen in the MW year of 1976, in a super wild astral projection, a place called the BURRJIMPRATTUS STAR RIDERS CLUB, at the dead central area of the great TECKBAY MYSTICS SCHOOL, not all that far off from the great capitol city of the entire astral plane, called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. There is a huge hall about 8 and ¾ miles square and a half mile high, and many mystics and gurus come to this place called the 234 H, meaning the headquarters, the hub and the ultimate location in and belonging to the GREAT TECKBAY SCHOOL. I came 2 learn on this astral trip as mortals would think of this as, when really no one ever really goes anywhere, but that and more along these lines, is a story of some complexity definitely 4 another and more opportune time, but while tripping out, and no, I do not need the 60’s-acid to make my shut-off’s from ordinary awareness 4 the purposes of intentionally tuning into any astral realm condition/interaction, not a real so-called location, upon learning in the early 1970’s about the technology and wisdom of the great masters of the fascitar. The mystic took a class of about 500m of us, I was a mere visitor, and no part of what I learned could B applied to any form of accomplishing an astral degree. But what I heard him say made me lose my mind times ten to the fiftieth power. First off, he said that the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL, RULERS OF THE PHASE 2 REALITIES, INDEED A BODY OF ALWAYS EXACTLY ONE MILLION VARIOUS ENTITIES OF VARIOUS SORTS AND TYPES, although ever changing in actual officers held at precise interaction election periods known astrally as the kalpa, a period that if converted 2 Earth MW mortal world time, would B just longer than eight mega-years. 10 thousand evenly divisible periods called CEECEE’s divide, not this period, but a smaller period where 900 of these smaller periods go into, and that these are called MINNIN-KALPA’s. There then are 10,000 CEECEE’s in one minnina-kalpa. In total, there R 900 X 10,000 CEECEE’s or 9 million and 6 hundred-thousand, in one KALPA, when election of officers and controlling entities R held in the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL, [CM] as they R known 4 short. The number 9.6, the amount of millions of ceecee’s in the Kalpa, is no ordinary astral number. It has a gargantuan amount of ASTRAL PLANE significance. Earth’s MR’s are considered in some astral slangations, the big ten system, another way of their description of the MW mortal world. 9.6 times 10, is 96, and its inverse digits R of course 69. In the 20th AD century on the MW, both these years, ’96 and ’69, were major years of importance and significance 4 me. In 1969, there was the chain; the 6-point kemtrail of the great SSJKK upon my awakening from the incredible astral experience with her where she took my chain, and then the same chain was indeed missing forever here in the MW. By the way a kemtrail, or what most still refer 2 as a contrail, means as the name implies, a chemical trail, and much more than just the chemistry make-up of the hot propane fumes exiting the jet craft, in order 2 propel it forward. In 1996, I started my diligent search and quest 4 the great Sarah, later on 2 come 2 know, that indeed she is not the one that ever is nor was ever lost, and that her name is SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, THE GREAT ALL MIGHTY GOD OF THE PLANET EARTH AND THE MORTAL REALM. Also, for 11 months of the year I was 14 years old in 1969, and for 11 months of the year I was 41 years old in 1996. My search for Sarah, that many whom at the time knew me, believed 2 B, simply my version of a major mid-life crises, was obviously far more than this. I never had to find my lovely Jehovah, she had planned 2 find me, all along, and my love 4 her cannot B ever described in human terms, to anyone that is wearing a coat of flesh.

But back to the TECKBAY mystics and gurus, especially Gauki himself, a great black panther, 48 quadrillion years old, in his one single set and sequence of dreamation, and all the stuff he imparted 2 me about [ HYPER-ATOMS ], and their secrets, or we will get into a few of them today, maybe, if I am lucky, as right now, I must use a different computer, librarian says someone is waiting for this one, and all I need is Word program, so let me now switch to the other one, B right back. Got totally screwed, but compensated 4 it, tee- hee, now I am at a totally different library, am really learning where all the libraries R, went 2 go and use the 2nd machine at the prior library and boom, another jag-off walks in and takes it. Even here, the 2 machines usually available are all taken by a couple of young Paula King types. So back 4 now, about Mystic-guru Gawky Gaukauk He reminded the class of what on mortal realms, my 62nd grandfather said 2 the world, regarding never angering and become in danger of a judgment from the Council, MC, and that no one or group of the greatest SUBGODS, ever can beat the total powers of this great council, and their total omnipotence via HYPER-ATOMIC FUSSION. At the very end of my interaction of star-riding with the mortal from Earth named James T. Burr, mentioned on prior blogs regarding the theft of my intellectual property, and my dealings with a Cherry Hill, NJ, USA lawyer named COLFLESH, yea, he had a cold soul, not just cold flesh. I still remember like it is happening today, shouting for some reason now unknown to my conscious memories, back 2 the Earth realms or physical plane, “WE NEED HELP, WE NEED HELP, and then hearing the very faint voices from life on the Earth, saying and I do quote,”\\\||||’’’, and the quotes on the computer never seem 2 want 2 go the way that I need 4 them 2, [we need help, who is we? Repeat, who is this we?] Then I remember shouting out so loud that I was being deafened by my own screaming words, {Jim and I, Jim and I, Jim and I.} The voice I was later told by persons I cannot presently reveal until certain things become de-classified, hopefully someday soon, actually heard me shout this from the 1950’s, and this is where they later termed the project of man’s first space flights by, the GEMINI, same sounding signal, as this is what they thought they were hearing me say 2 them. But B4 I started wishing 2 get back home to the Earth worlds of mortal life, I heard the mystic-guru say many strange things to the class.




First I learned that the MC has a fleet of 12 great airships in every province, under control of both them, the MC, and the PC, and that is short not 4 politically correct, personal computer, puck cunts, or other MW such stuff, but stands astrally 4 PROVINCIAL CONTROLLER. In order for an airship to launch to do any official MC type of business on astral realms or in any parts of five-dimensional physicality, both approvals R required, the MC, and the PC of the province that the airship is assigned 2, again every province has 12, in sort of a similar way that every USA state, has 2 Senators assigned 2 it. As Ricktafarius, in my truer astral reality, I own an airship and have a SA, or SYSTEMS-ALLKNOWER, which is more than connected into it like a computer is in a large ocean going vessel here on mortal realms, but in ways not communicatable by me, the all-knower is the ship, it can shape shift it 2 other things besides the ship, change its size immensely, and even render it more and less visible, even 2 total invisibility, a system we call astrally, CLOCKING IN, AND CLOCKING OUT. No citizen of any province by decree of MC authority & regulation, may have a ship nor a fleet thereof, that in totality, is more than 4% that of the MC fleet power, in any given province, of which there R literally many nonillions of provinces throughout all of the intricate and complex astral world, or phase two reality, out and away from the true void of infinity, where we simply exist. It will not B until the tail end of this 21st MW century in most parts of hyperspace, our fifth dimensional dream-downs from the mental plane or the 6th dimension, when the development of what is termed PBST, that any of these astral world ships will be detectable when clocked in, and it is not a military man nor armed service or defense oriented person, group, nor lab, that figures out how 2 build and launch and properly operate, this PBST, or [particle bounce scan tek]. The astral ships that man has seen from time 2 time, and calls ufo’s, flying saucers, what have you, do not wish any contact with the great majority of residents of MW, and this applies throughout all of the 4th dimension, [TIME]. But, some interactions R indeed part of reality, and no one but me, and maybe a few others in the MW, halve clue number point one, what really is behind all of this stuff. Gawky went on to say much more to the class, of which I merely was a visitor, getting no astral world credits 4 B-ing there, but it was cool as all of Dogtown, B-ing there any way!!!! The ships R all armed with Zeepee Force Weaponry. Some MW’ers know about Zero-point-energy, it is not talked about 2 much. An ounce of it could take the Milky Way Galaxy and send it hurling into pieces a billion light years in three dimensional scatter. These powerful and awesome ships R designed 2 dual-fuse or put more accurately yet a bit simpler, they carry no shielding system, and can be lazar shot apart with relative ease. However, if on a mission to use ZFW, ZERO-POINT-ENERGY-FORCE-WEAPONRY, blowing them up is pointless, as the system blows one way or another, as Scottie says it so perfectly on the great and famous original Star Trek show, [There’s no knowing, and no stopping it either]. Any ship on a destruct mission from the great MC, for whatever reason, such as ending a civilization in hyperspace, or whatever, is on a suicide mission, or almost, as less than half of the time, 42.7% 2 B Mr. Spock precise, R they able to utilize the MATCHED RETURN FREQUENCY INTERPHASER SYSTEM, or as the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL refers 2 it as , the MRFIS, OR THE [ M I R F I S ], the 2nd I in the abbreviated word 2 make it better pronounceable. Just over half of the time, when a zero point energy explosion and re-implosion over a 4th dimensional series, is let off by a vessel, they able to retrace a space field in sort of an inter phased and self created gravity field that the bomb causes by its detonation, in order to get back 2 their point of origin. When not perfectly matched however, and off by the slightest enth degree, it is curtains, and they all in the ship start 2 dream sequences of interactions, mostly on the mortal world MW, in one way or another. Now 4 a little more details of the creation of the hyper atom, and how it produces usable zero point energy, so as to equalize all of us, and stop the bully trends of this miserable old sick world: Approximately 100,000 watt combined frequencies of the EMF spectrum, creating various bent light rays to photonic point beams, with signal amplifications of around5K, and then excited in altering chambers, moving from one into another and back, one chamber close to Kelvin five degrees, and the other chamber being roughly 100K degrees of Kelvin vibration, with switch event times of roughly 3-8 mille-seconds, will grow atoms of certain elements that are available to anyone, to 4-D temporary states of up to their normal size times 2.368 X 10 to the 744th power, at their final cycling point, then slowly re-shuffling back to normal, only by then, the solar system is but a memory. The science of creating these hyper atoms for cycling use is quite different than splitting atoms in fission and or fusion. In cesium elemental size, forces of no kind result from explosions nor implosions, things in the real worlds just re-arrange, and in ways U do not wish me 2 go into. Details of this won’t even B in top class. Files for 80 years, in most parts of the great hyperspace.

MOVEMENT STAGE 28

Wow, is Eddie H. a true believer in all of this now, yes my darling dirt ball enemies, a 100% believer, not just a monkey-believer, Mr. Jones. I said in a prior blog that I am a 23 year old dog, wrong, I meant a 22 year old dog, but same diff, that is still an old dog. As Big Rick, Lightning's lover, I am a 23 year old Ricktonian Duke, over a huge area about sixty or so octillion cubic miles large, but basically and I will admit it, a huge land of poverty, probably not helping me here and now dreaming in the pain on mortal realms, of my poverty and enemy troubles.

More will later B spoken, but today I am being LOUD SHIT MOTOR CYCLED, AND PRIVATE PLANED, AND KEM-TRAILED to death, tiny and big ones, some one way, some another, but lots of fucking overall siege.

Eddie is convinced, CONVINCED, C O N V I N C E D, of all of this now, see how bad people, and entities always go 2 far???

He wants me over @ his place tomorrow, and I will B there. He is going 2 put up the blog from Thanksgiving, #27, on the MF WEBSITE, www.morianity-foundation.com and it is interesting that the hyperlink address did not underline nor turn color, let me C what happens on some others: www.kemtrails.com www.acbp.com www.acpd.com www.acmua.com Well, at least none are activating, user will need to highlight, this usually works. Even dumb little me has reached this point in computer learning, uh-duhh, uh-derr!!!!!!!!!!!

Ignore the roulette system where I show lines of outcomes, the mental Eckankaric plane won't permit it on this system, but ha freaking ha, on our web-site, it CAN be edited, to show exactly how to work the system, and make up to 30 million bucks playing lots of roulette over a six year stint, using orange and double orange, the very maximum outside bet at most AC, NJ tables, at night, many, and always at Ceasers palace, you could go as high as 2 orange babies and a purple, and chase loss bets with 5 oranges. Just over a year at 50 spins average per hour, working the normal 200 hour monthly American average amount, and up to a guaranteed cool million is there 4 anybody with the balls to fuck with the casino with a system that can B done in your head, no pen and pad, just sit at the table drinking and looking at pretty cocktail waitresses.

You are all fucking with the wong son of an I-Ching bitch, cause I am not a bitch, I am male, and am a firedog, and am the un-named one. Your great all mighty says so, and all of my enemies R going 2 burn up in horiffic torture for kalpas and kalpas in the unfathomable terrible Dogtown, [ HELL ].

On the website, tomorrow, look for the proper way 2 view the chart, and if you run on the normal luck factor of a 2 or 3 % tolerance to 50/50, this system, plus betting against doubletons flat betting, give about a 130 to 170 unit profit per DEKAKILOSPIN, or 200 table averaged hours, 10,000 roulette spins.

Movement Stage 27

This is the day be4 Thanksgiving Day, and I am not at the library, I have purchased myown computer, used and cheap, ans it works, don't laugh, it's paid
4, tee-hee. The siege and hellish harasement the scum shits have put me through since the very second that I last was at the Winslow Twp. Library in Camden
County, is off every freaking scale and dial. They constantly interfere and damage while I try to relax with a little TV, messing with the sound and
shutting off the machines, even the set itself, and when you have it looked at by a repair person, nothing ever shows up, hence nothing can ever B done, and my
dirt bag filthy enemies get scott free away with persecuting me, not ever leaving me alone to find a short happy place where I can escape these awful
wickid twisted sick prick in the fly traps. I got into my car 2 drive out of the library back on last Thursday after doing MFMS #26, and they wrecked my whole
fucking engine. I am gonna hide a small concealed video camera from now on, and sue the library if necessary. It is not park at your own risk, if they R
totally negligent in keeping an honest decent patron from being cursed at and car damaged, by these BLACK BROTHERHOOD DONNA FRIENDS. The security
guard there back on one August of this year, totally acted ignorant with me when I told her that I was having problems with the huge sumo wrestler teen juvy delinquent
brother, that he said the F word to me for doing absolutely nothing 2 provoke him, and on and on, and my point is simply that she is the security for the
library, and if she 4 whatever reason is in on this, or won't help me by properly doing her job that she is paid 4 by the Library System, then all the
PARK AT YOUR OWN RISK signs they ever post, are totally meaningless. On top of breaking my home entetainment system and never stop fucking with it, breaking my
automobile engine, making me lose a few hours at work as a result, the aireal persecution all week 4 a solid week since leaving the library, has been worse
than humanly immaginable, it is literally as if I am living directly on the MAGUIRE AIR FORCE BASE. Never ending constantly flying jets, bombers, private
CIA-NSA planes, loud ass choppers, nasty kem-trailing, and just the worst air hell death-siege in fucking years and years. I managed 2 hold on and get 2 work
all 3 of my days that I have scheduled shift, but by the time Monday morning rolled around, several hours be4 time to terminate the shift, the car got so
bad, I was not sure it would even get me 2 my mechanic's place, so I was forced 2 sneak off and drive to there, barely making the trip. I most likely will B
suing the library for at least 50 grand, as they were negligent, their security guard is either in on it or just refuses to do her job, and my webmaster, mister
Himacane, is my witness 2 this entire thing. All of this incredible siege, IMHO, but still, is a result of my blogging the true lyrics that I got on the
song LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS, written by Sarah Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, when I went into a dual-consciousness trance at work on the previous weekend. No
mortal can ever know how big this entire whole [hole] "Y", thing, really is. It not only forever altered my life, but the entire timeline, ushering in this
crazy world of the nineties, and the twenty-ohs. It all would have happened totally differently if it was not 4 me, and my sending Love Is 4 Carpenters, to
the UNITED STATED OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS, back in late 1980, if memory is correctly serving me, might have been early in 1981 when I actually sent it, but
my 2 dance tunes, THE MORNING LIGHT and LOST LOVE, were sent to be copyrighted by the summer of 1980.
The amount of siege they put me through will put the stinking filthy and crooked stock market up 4 to 8 hundred points by early next month.FLYERS WIN WIN WIN
WIN, STOCK MARKET UP UP UP UP, and this evil game of the gods, is there, all to give them their DISTRACTION from the terrifying hell, that once you are here and
exist, you always have and always will, as time is just a product of the system, and not a real thing of and unto itself. The filthy bastard rock chucking flock
duckers also are on a major roll, not just 2 damage my property, car,tv,vcr,stereo, and on and on, but also, utility harasements are also off all
scales and dials. As if that is not enough, they put me through what I call NEIGHBORHOOD SIEGE AND PERSECUTION all week fucking-end. Both Saturday and
Sunday, like I am not having enough hell trying to keep a dying auto running, and do my job like none of this is happening, but both mornings when I arrive at
home, both neighbors, 2 super booby ass holes, on each side of me, one fucks with me on Saturday, and then the other one fucks with me on Sunday. What are
the JACK MC COY odds, when normally, neither one bother me when I come home from work. 2 say that the enemy was not after my 5 quarts of blood for the last
week, would make me a DELUSIONAL DENIALIST. U all go right runt slapping ahead and call me a paranoid crazy, guess it will remain an eternal difference of
friggin' opinion. No big maintenance man Andy, your face did all the talking 4 U forever, and I have the Biography of your great daughter, on video tape. You
can cut the expression on your face my friend, with a dull butter knife, 2 not recognize and C through all this, would require total mental retartedness, and
by the way, I misspelled the word, on a prior recent blog, I said that even this restart, I meant even this RETART, can C what is blatantly happening all around
me. One of the 2 neighbors is a CIA agent, and I know this 4 a fact. He follows me, and if he does not stop it, I will not run to a lawyer so I can B
told I am in need of sike meds, I will go to the county clerk and file a plaintiff charge, as anyone can bring an action against anyone, anytime, and
nobody can stop them, still some tiny bit of freedom exists in this sick and demonic evil empire.
The minute I talked publically about using Scummer's technology, of getting the young generation into your fold, she has been a busy little piss beaver, to get
a millstone around my neck, and a lake of deep water to surround my body. My mind is messed up? Donna, you insult me if U think 4 a second, this smelly
brown bone of stuff you have done 2 me, is getting by my awareness. What I am going 2 add 2 all this is that I hold no anamosity towards you Big D, in human
form U most likely are an innocent victim in all of this rotten mess yourself. But as the famous Lois Lane said so great on the 50's B&W Superman show, until I
see Clark and Soup together, I'll always wonder. With me, just convert the 2 names to Sarah and Donna.
I am no lover of Mr. Donald Trump, but I salute U pal, for your recent deal with our great flag. My 7th grandfather Mr. Samuel Huntington, friend of Ben
Franklin, and all of the other founding fathers, are proud of U for standing up for your convictions. Kind of proves that no apple is really rotten totally to
the core. Also I learned about Lawtronics from a distant relative of yours, he just has not yet been born yet by your conscious illusional point of view.
Speaking of the casion connected people, my luck scores, despite all the hell Otammscum Mili2force has recently put me through, are coming up from a very long
running bearish chart movement. Bottoming is inevitable, no matter what. Another funny thing that I do not believe I ever mentioned in any of my
blogging, when heavy sieg continues, without let up, day after day, especially aireal shit, it brings girls all over me, some type of wierd and annoying
parallel event, as I have no real romantic interests. I am old, and have terrible problems, andcould not think of seriously entertaining getting serious
with anybody, and bringing someone that I would care about, into my sick and terrifying world. Still, the more the heavy siege without let up, the more
flirtation I get, and by women much younger than logic would make sense of, as I am closer to 100 than I am to my birth, as Mountainpen.
Some shit is starting now, some loud cars, a low flyong plane, and a shitsuckle loud Harley bike. It never stops, and if I ever did flirt back with some bimbo,
Otamm would have a real shit fit. The last girl I dated, Helen, mentioned in my blogs, was a real beauty queen red head, and the market that raced up from 800
to 11,800 for 16 years, topped out, and went bearish for close to half of a beautiful decade, praise the fucking lord. When I cannot take it any more, I'll
just hook up with another queen, this time not some crack head junk lover, and the dow will drop 4 to 8 thousand points the minute I set it into motion, so
keep it fucking up ya jerk offs, and You;ll all B so very sorry, you will be on the damn toilet forever, puking, liquid browning, and tearing.
A good roulette system gives 15 units profit per kilospins, after green losses R all factored in. You must never let one game, or one day, wipe you out, and if
U can master that, and become a total master at quitting with a certain win and lose amount, or approximate, does not need B precise, and you have a system that
gives 150 or in this neighborhood in DEKAKILOSPINS, groups of 10,000 SPINS. The average casino spins a roulette wheel 30-70 times per hour, based on busy or
empty table conditions, average being 50 spins per hour, SPH. 10,000 divided by 50 is 200, or 200 hours work produces playing about 10 Kilospins. The average
worker puts in 200 hours per month, so the DEKAKILOSPIN/MONTH is roughly the same thing, hence I put the slash [ / ] inbetween the 2 words. If a player
wishes to play a 150 system as I call them, they would simply B putting in roughly the same amount of hours at gaming at the casino, as they did at their
previous place of employment. You keep track of total spins of each game, plus an ALL-GAME total spins, the sum of all the spins played. Profit is TOTAL GAMES
WINS MINUS TOTAL GAMES LOSSES, MINUS GREEN LOSSES, THE UNITS LOST WHEN A ZERO AND OR ZERO-ZERO POPS UP. For example, on one of my gamesheets, after 25 games,
I have a total spins amount of 775, [computer mess up, stay tuned.] and before I go on with anything, it is now the next day , just shy of one in the afternoon, on [GO TO NEXT LINE, U WOULD NEVER BUY WHAT'S GOING ON].
THANXGIVING DAY. I had a major fukup with the computer, the mind dimension does not want me 2 tell U about anything connected with roulette, and I am still
experiencing minor difficulties, which finally are going away. Still there R more problems and I tink this is a lost cause. Too powerful a system to talk
about and expect the freaking 4ces to permit my blogging, without interrupting my story with their all mighty omnipotent 'COUNCIL' powers. The ASTRAL WORLD
MILLIONTH COUNCIL is not to B taken lightly and ignored, just ask the DJ [disc jockey],at A Fort Lauderdale, Florida talk radio station,while he was attempting
to do a forum on everybody's favorite subject whom is a Floridian that is, THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE. Just order the documentary from either the Weather Channel, or
History, or Learning, or one of the educational TV channels, don't take my word for shit-sugar, I would not respect U if U did!!!!!!! Anyhow, back to
yesterday's blog, in the here and now, as mortal viewpoint goes: At the risk of the machine literally blowing up in my face, and numerous other distractions.
I was talking about DEKAKILOSPINS, TOTAL SPINS OF 10 THOUSAND. So on with the shoe!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do not remember, nor do I wish 2 risk trying to scroll view anything, so let me start again, if I say something twice, so B it. The filthy gods that R messing
with me, do not want me 2 tell U any of this, it can theoretically shut casinos down permanently, only most people never could gamble this slowly and with all
the fun and excitment removed, with a steady slow molasses system. I was saying that 775 total spins is played. Profits are +35, or 35 units of wins more than
total loss units. Then the total of 39 greens, where player loses 1/2 a unit on, means subtracting half of 39, or 19.5 from sub-totalled profit of 35 units,
bringing us to a true win total in units of 35-19.5. This = 15.5. Divide the profits by total spins after first multiplying 10,000 X true units profit, hence
15.5 X 10,000, divided by 775. This gives U your monthly unit profit, as the average person works 200 hours monthly, or 2,400 hours annually out of 8760
hours in the 3 non leap years, and 8784 hours 25% of the time on leap years. Hence, 200 hours is the average worker's time monthly, there are roughly 4.3
weeks in a month, so divide 200 by 4.3, and C 4 yourself. Now, the average roulette game runs at a speed from 30-70 SPH [SPINS PER HOUR], based on the
crowd, or lack there of at an individual roulette table. Averaging this brings it to 50 SPH. 50 spins or hours times 200 is 10,000 play spins. Good
systems, and few there R, produce in the neighborhood of from 120 to 180 units of true total profit units per dekakilospin/month's work playing. Averaging
this at about 150, and most people laugh at making one and one half chip oe unit, per 100 spins at a table. They all R so busy laughing screeming, and
shoving buckets of chips all over roulette layouts all over the planet. This system shit is for the black birds is tha basic attitude of most gamblers, just
there 4 the thrill and excitement, and yes, the chance to win a million smackios. But winning a million dollars gambling, we all know is done, but is a
rare occurance. But on the black chip $100 dollar playing level, 15 units profit per kilospin, or 150 in average groups of DEKAKILOSPINS, @ the hundred
buck level is a monthly kick-ass of 150 X 100, or $15,000. 12 months in a year, so annual income becomes 12 X 15 grand, or 180 grand. In six years, your
million dollars is not a gamble, but a guarantee. Play 18 years, and retire to the islands with 3 MILLION BUCKS. Put the loot incirtificate of deposits paying
a guaranteed 4%, never lose your principal, use it as equity when needed, and live free, off interest of 4% of 3 mil, that is roughly a payment to your
account on some tropical island, in the amount of 120 THOUSAND BUCKS, minus taxes of course on the whole deal, I am neither advocating a life of pro-gaming,
nor tax evasion, although only one of these is illegal. When I typed all this in yesterday, the loud shit ass kiker scum started, and planes drom CIA/NSA, and
numerous other noise harasements. The loud cars, and blotorsuckles are starting up again, and on Thanxgiving Day, Sure, right, yea, believe somebody isn't
pissed off and doesn't know everything I do and say and write, and I will puke down my own throat at warp eight, 80 percent of light velocity times light
velocity, C Squared X 80%. That is quite fast for mortal movement. Some R now saying, so enough math, how do I play roulette and B guaranteed a 150 unit
profit per DKS, {10,000} spin groups??????????? Technically, it is illegal, even when not asking for $$$$$$$$ for this info, 2 tell U that any future event
results based on any past performance. Any lawyer knows this, and knows that it must be included in any prospectus used for selling and offering anything, and
even though I do not represent casino, nor gameanan,nor make a dime, I get from this the satisfaction of pissing off my fucking evil enemies. It will work, but
most cannot ever do it, it is not in our make up to gamble without gambling, by following a perfectly designed and molasses slow mathematical system that
attacks the negative advantages built legally into gaming, called HOUSE EDGE OR VIGORISH.
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BRBRBRBBBBBBBRR

Yesterday, making this pattern, wiped out the computer, today it worked, cannot give U an explanation. Here is the way this simple system operates. The object
of playing roulettegames applying this methodology is as follows: It is called the WALTZING 2 MATILDA roulette system. The 2 is because of two things where
the number two is part of in this system. First, you begin on the red/black parameter, and until end of the game, you waltz down the 3 parameters, and back
up to the first again, over and over, R/B O/E L/H. Remember that these six letters stand for RED/BLACK, ODD/EVEN, LOW/HIGH.
You always play to follow the previous outcome, notice the game started with 27 RED. If U lose, here is the second part of the [ 2 ], in this system. U will
apply the mini-martingale betting strategy of 1/2/stop, whether U win or lose, stop after your 3 unit loss after 2 losing bets occur. Losses of two losing
bets = -3 units score, and wins from either a first bet or a second chase-loss bet, = +1 unit score, so all wins and losses outside of those caused by house
edge, the 0 and the 00 numbers, will always beeither +1, or a -3. House edge green induced losses will lose a player either 1/2 unit if lost when placing a
first bet, or 1 full unit lost when placing a 2 unit chase bet. In LRP [LONG RUN PLAY], every 19 spins produces a house green, every 1900 spins, 100 greens,
every 19000 spins, 1000 greens, and so forth. The formula to the systems that give 12-18 units profit per kilospin, have the green house edge losses built
into the system. Monthly pay again is based on transfering what the average employee puts in to
his or her current job, in hours, again an average in this country of workers in
full time jobs is right around 200 monthly, and average tables spin a wheel
10,000 times in 200 hours, at the rate of an averaging 50 spins hourly. So let
us see what playing at level one, two, three,four, five, six, and seven,
produces monthly for a player not wishing 2 gamble at a gambling casino.
1=10/20 level. 2=15/30 level. 3=25/50 level. 4=50/100 level. 5=100/200 level.
6=200/400 level. 7=400/800 level. If someone is bucking to be murdered by the
mob owned houses, play something stupid like orange babies, 1000/2000 level. U
really think they will hand out willingly 30,000,000.00 day in and day out over
a six year period, and U R A real dreamer, they'd find you under a building in
the 30th century.
By the way, when you lose, go down the line, and then back up to the top again,
as the illustration shows, and use the number that U lose on to start your next
row of play, for example, in the OOOOOEE outcomes above, the final number is 26
EVEN, which is also a HIGH number, C how the next row starts U playing HIGH
outcomes 2 come out? Just follow this, never change, never gamble, and learn
when to quit with both the right amount of losing amounts as well as winning
amounts. Y the hell stay at a table where in no time flat you go down 3, 8, 12
units, get away from there, you are losing for crissake. If all the chips could
B removed from the table, they wouldn't stay in the casino business. Take some
profits, and say good night to the nurse, and the dealer. Go home and screw your
mate, much more fun. So enough roulette allready!!!!!!!!

Now for the new movie coming out getting so much promotion DEJA VU. Give me a break. It is not fiction, it is science fact. When U look out into the
vastness of space, you look backward into time. Ask any scientist and astronomer. If you hook up to the all ready existing GLOBAL POSITIONING
SATELLITE SYSTEM, a SDF [SPACE DELAY FIELD], to this, you can connect your computer up, and tune in and watch your now dead parents walking around
their yard and down the street, even meet for the first time, and see their first kiss. Late this century, a string of luner satelites will be constructed, and
one of the many things that they will B used 4, is the IDS, or INTENTIONAL DELAY SYSTEM. Video lazor will be here soon, and sooner than that, satellite internet,
later the WS, WORLD SYSTEM, and it all connects to the luner system. The light
distance in round trip time is about 2.4 seconds, 480,000 divided by 186,000,
luner round trip light distance divided by C, the velocity of the photon,
[light]. Large field areas bounce this small delay back and forth trillions and
even quadrillions of times over, expanding the delay to centuries. These movies
kill me, they must have been reading my earlier blogs from back in the spring, I
spoke in length of all this. Stop seeing so much hooplah and magic 2 simple
concepts and realities, it all exists here and now, and we as a race R starting
2 catch on to the surface scratched peach fuzz of the Titanic killer's great ice
berg.

I'll finish out the electrical stage movement, that true Morians know what is being referred 2, with a little reasoning behind many of my complaints that I feel are
legitimate regarding pschiatry and the mental health system in general. First try for the gods sake 2 meet me half way here by putting yourself in my whittle
mocs for a few miles. Just pretend we are talking about your wife, sister, mother, or daughter, whom all odds are U love with all your heart, and would trade your
life for theirs, never ever wishing 2 C them come to harm or evil of any kind. Suddenly, it happens, the nightmare of us all, a viscious rape, and now it has struck
your household. She lives, but it was brutal, leaving permanent scars that R both emotional and physical. One other problem here, sorry, cannot make this
example 2 easy or it won't B useful 4 me 2 use here. This poor lady does have a history of some mental difficulties, being a certified paranoid, with a persecution
complex, mild, but indeed at 1 time, medically and officially diagnosed, also a few things in her file showing hyper-immaginative, over sensative emotions 2 the
point of occasional mild delusions, and a few other certified mentally related enicks and itices. But the rape was very real, and the rapist knoes of her mental
health conditions, and is highly intelligent, a genius psyko out of Alfred Hitchcock, and he makes things appear, no matter what she tells the authorities, that as a
result of some of this mental health history, that she is not credible and 2 B trusted enough 2 open her case and believe any of her story, no matter how much real
world evidence, does in fact surface that verifies that something at least really and absolutely did in fact happen 2 her, that was horrendous and totally
monstrous. Not only does she get screwed, twice that is, and is living in agony both physically and mentally, but this reoccurs a year later, 18 months after that,
and again in 2 years, and again in 5 months. If you cannot C the nightmare 2 this hypothetical shit- shoe- ation, may the gods C that U need a new heart and soul
or at least some kind of a love transfusion, 2 remove some of the Hitler Blood in your veins. This example is precisely what I must really suffer through, basically
each and every day of my pathetic and miserable life, and for 2 to 3 full decades. In bringing an ending 2 my discourse here over the mind-gods that rule on the
mortal world, and R the true inventors of all of the human sike world, forget Zigmund Frued, he just heard his mind-ideas, and so did others. But while we R on
the subject, the biggest secret that I thought I'd never give up, is now breaking the surface of the waters: Society is all being changed around us, and all by
giving these strange and wild medications to not only mental health patients, but believe me, these pills also get passed around and circulated throughout
'normal-people' society, it is illegal of course, but so is murder and robbery, did that ever stop one single theft or murder from transpiring? Any-who, these
SIKE-MEDS as we all shorten this 2, are changing all of the global society around us, secretly and covertly, totally unknown as the agenda in the large picture.
Road rage, school problems, the crazy totally nutty music and movies in our ???'entertainment world industry'???, video-game violence in incredible and once
sociologically unacceptable amounts not all that long back in 4D, and on and on, attention deficit disorders, attitudes of hatred and disrespect in totallity of older
persons by the young, and the list goes on and on. Yes I grew up in the great famous nineteen 60's, and we had what we called our 'generation gap', but I was
there, and am telling U all, THERE IS NO COMPARING THESE APPLE/ORANGE behavioral situations. We still, hippies or not, said please and thank-you, and gave
much more respect 2 teachers and parents, anything less was not acceptable, U would simply end up in reform school until age 18 or 21. Kids today know they
have us old fucks over a barrel. Give one the tiniest bit of shit, never mind he or she just called you a fucking scum freak and shit a huge dripping mess right
smack in the middle of your face, and you do one thing, and it is curtains, with all this PC shit in this so called enlightened and improved 'New Age'. The kid
winks 2 his slutty girlfriend, and she screams and screams. She shouts out with eyes filled with phony tears that U had just fondled her and had your trash old
dirt ball hands all over her. Before you can say one thing, you are thinking which lawyer you can afford 2 call from county jail. It is all a result of filling the
atmosphere with controlled toxins, effecting numerous parts of societ in numerous ways, and then the real kicker is the sike-med invasion. Even all this [little
purple pill] stuff, the whole thing is a super controlled agenda, the biggest sham to ever be put against the decent few of us in the human race. Really think I do
not know many details regarding this basic discourse here on my blog here, think logically about it Spok. If I could not back up all the claims that I make on my
blogs, right down to Sarah and my cousin Sandy, the great darling disco queen, and all of the Atlantic Shitty stuff, well, You go right ahead and delude yourself. I
will B telling things soon that will spin this world right out into deep space 2 freeze forever, unless this shit against me is immediately desisted and terminated.

Movement 26

Lots of milituforce crap all over me today, and starting yesterday at the Abseacon Burger King, where Ed and I were taking pix for the website of the next door property that I refer 2 as Giant Kate's Dairy Queen. A slew of jet fighters were right over us, and the skies 2 this minute, today, Thursday morning, are still buzzing and thundering as if World War Ultimate, was about to be launched.
Here are a few great website hyper links, and if you go to the first one that I list, click onto the Krassleville, Sahasra Dal Kanwal, Diana's Code Cabin, the Olympian Province, and finally, the Great Ricktown Manor, and read all of these texts. I make nothing up that I am claiming 2 B part of my being-ness, as the total and real ME. So here are some site links U cannot afford 2 miss out on!!!!

www.morianity-foundation.com
www.Eckankar.njorg.com
www.acmua.com
www.acbp.com
www.acpd.com
www.style.com
www.firedoglake.com
www.kemtrails.com
www.secretsfromthenextdimension.com


No matter what else does or does not happen, getting my own used cheap computer is a must, in the near future. No more library and road F L A S H M O B S, and many other annoying harassments, giant Paula King bully types, etc. Ed can get me a great deal, will B able 2 fight these shit eater enemies, and not leave the relative safety of my own residence. Some day, these Brigger-turds, will go 2 far, and get exposed 4 what they do 2 me, and B totally destroyed by legal means. Everywhere I went yesterday, at a social dinner, an Acme store, a Burger King, the list is endless, 5 or 6 different places, all were loaded by girls a head taller and more, and the average height according 2 official medical community reports that I have made sure to get, 4 my Otamm-Evidence file, tells me that these giant sluts are not the normal averages for womens' heights, not even close.
Never feel please, any of U out there than wish 2 C me come to harm and destruction, that just because I have not as yet mentioned an incident that occurred in my miserable and hellish life, that I will not B talking about it in future writings and blogs, or that I have forgotten, as I have forgotten nothing, not a single small detail of all of it, and I'll be damned in hell if it does not all get eventually told, whether people read and or believe any of it or not, your God, knows I am telling the absolute truth, screw all of U, as that is all that matters 2 me. For example my book, copyright in 1994, THE PERMISSION BARRIER, talks about colony 256, and colony quna, and then the ERKLE SHOW, the snot snort king, comes along with his Aunt Ouna from Altoona, pronounced like the colony mentioned in my TPB book, only without the [Q] sound in front of the word. Who played Erkle's Aunt Ouna, on this hit television show of the nineties, but good-ol' disco's dynamite darling, DONNA GAINES SUMMER.

I made an error in my blog before, I said that Stacey influenced the naming of certain things, remember she is the goddess of power and names. Names have power, and literally R power. Doubt this and just go out alone into a strange bar where U R not known in, and start [naming] some big dudes, bad names, and naming their wives and girlfriends some real wrong names, like slut and whore. Names have power. Anyway, she influenced man to name her great OCEAN, her great human world CITY, her COUNTY, and the town of ATCO, short for her county name, Atlantic County, just too many freaking coincidences. Atco is where she chose for her cousin DZA-lightning, and me, to meet, through the Privecode machine. Another error from prior blog, sahwee, again, and as they have [ettosed] me 2 do on many occasions, I typed in [electronic], instead of electromagnetic, when typing in the ETTOS non-abbreviation, ELECTRMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMMISSION SYSTEM.

THESE 2 LIBRARY FLASHMOBS, both within a ten day period, and at 2 different libraries, are a real weapon used by the enemy, and even was shown in a plot on the famous CSI hit television show. They went on at the shows end, this was 3 or so years ago, saying that this new evil thing is real and is done from time to time. People get text message codes or calls on their cellular telephones and a code number or word is inserted, and it tells the receiver of the call, where to go, and when, and what to do when the full flash mob is all assembled together, and a description of the target, and the agenda, is also given. The show announcer said that this is not fictional, and was indeed part of the show's plot that night, where a flash mob came out of nowhere, and in a covert and non provable way, did things to impede and interfere with the crime scene unit investigators. They admitted that this new club, chaptered in [locals], but is universally headquartered and fully organized, is for the bored scum bag people with time on their hands, and that are the type by nature, always looking 4, and 2 start trouble. Speaking of flashmobs, Donna’s crew is back at the library, and I am forced 2 use a defective computer. The space bar was broken or hacked and you needed the eyesight of an eagle to see the screen, those weird things that you look down into, my days of being young are long gone, and never did I have good eyes. I am on another machine now, and 2 huge brothers are on the others that normally R available. Do not think it is the same group that cursed and threatened me back on the first of August. I know I am being screwed with, and finally, YES, so does my webmaster Eddie Himacane. Took him a while, but he is convincing himself finally, to see the light, and not Donna’s Morning Light!!!!!!!! Pukey scummy kids are and have been on a real roll lately, especially, the brothers, but all of them. It has been 20 or more years since I have taken so much abuse of various kinds from the young. Everywhere I go for the past month or so, younger and younger slutty girls are acting ridiculously flirtatious with me as well. Thought this one bitch was going to try to have her way with me upon walking out of a Chinese restaurant about 10 days back, total whore, Christ I am 52 years old, pick on guys your own age, ya silly little bitches.
Now 4 the giant story, not girl, on wacktion news. I am on a program that caps my income at my part time job, called the NJ Workability Plan, for those on Social Security Disability, as I have been on this since Donna the great drove me insane, and began collecting the benefits in the mortal year 1994. As I speak, another giant girl just came in and is using the machine next to me, there is no way in hot hell, that so many giant scum bags are just randomly appearing out of nowhere, but let me go onto tell you, that although it may appear to many that I rag on and trash talk the country or the military, or women, or whatever, it is simply not what is happening. I am only against those in these organizations and locations, that 4 the gods only know what reason R endlessly plotting my non-ending torment and misery, and eventual total demise. I have not one single problem with, nor complaint against, the armed services, the government, the system, yes as we 60’ers said once, THE ESTABLISHMENT. But I am indeed in some terrible war with an organization of unknown origin that is made up of military, big businessmen, government agents, cult members and some 5th element that may lie out beyond these 4 just mentioned, and naturally this means, coming from, originating from, and having its source origins on, THE ASTRAL PLANE. Their name and the gods know that I indeed do personally know it, is the LAMIST BRIGGER CULT. You believe what U want, my troubles all stem from the fact that I personally am carrying the weight in this ridiculous game of the gods called KDSG, or KARMIC DEBT SALVATION GAME. When they started the sub-game, ICPE, or this shit I endlessly suffer through with persecution that directly is caused to affect the outcomes of the Phillies, Flyers, and Dow Jones market, my life literally terminated on the 15th day of the August month in the mortal world calendar year of our Lord, my 62nd grandfather, of 1986. I had just come back to what you all think of as consciousness, and awakening from the dream-world, after spending 5 months in a parallel reality, in Atlantic City, with a parallel universe Donna Summer. Her name was Phyllis Alexander, and she was employed by the now Atlanticare Health System, called then, the Atlantic City MEDICAL CENTER. www.atlanticare.com Try clicking into this H.L. and read about the place. Anyway, back to my anti-diversion, as I was speaking 2 U all about the really big story on the WACTION NEWS. I am allowed to earn a maximum monthly remuneration from my employer, and remain on my benefits that I am on since /////THE GREAT SCUMMER//// drove me nuttier than 1000 fruitcakes. Since my company recently was bought out by another outfit, the way employees are paid changed, going from weekly checks, to bi-weekly checks, and since the most I could ever B paid before the company made this change over was 5 weeks pay in a month, my gross weekly maximum was just under the amount allowed me by law, when 5 pays would come in a calendar month, as opposed to only 4 pays. Now, with the bi-weekly pay system, 2 months per year, instead of receiving the usual 2 pays, a third pay comes in a month, but now, 3X2= 6 pays, where as before 5X1 was the max on 2 months each year. Well, this 6th week amount of pay puts me over the 830 smacks max allowed by the Workability of New Jersey Program, and I need when this occurs, to call off for a week that month, and hope to make up a night here and there over the next few months to balance out a problem, that I had no part in creating, as I never ever am the creator of my troubles, TROUBLE ALWAYS SEEKS ME OUT, AND FREAKING FINDS ME!!!!!!!!! But before I went to work, and U can all go 2 hell that do not wish to entertain hyper and inter dimensional movements in reality, that indeed do happen 2 me, and maybe 2 all of us with the vast majority just 2 non-receptive 2 take stuff seriously that happens 2 them, but now I came home from my Monday midnight to 7A.-Shift, to a universe in hyperspace, totally different in several major ways, from the one I was in when leaving for work the night before. Suddenly I call my security inspector and tell him I need the following weekend off. I go later that day to AC, NJ, to a meeting regarding things mentioned in prior blogs, the programs offered 2 assist limited earners to save an additional amount for a car replacement purchase. And also to try 2 put me in some kind of musical publishing firm, where I can write songs and be paid a salary, as opposed 2 those that think they stand a snow balls chance in Dogtown of striking it rich with becoming a star, or selling a song to a star for millions. So anyway, I get down to Atlantic City for my meeting, and see a calendar on the wall, in the office of the person that I was discussing the situations that I just mentioned. I thought my pants and underwear were about to turn browner than shoe police. Suddenly, the 2006 month of November, was all different, and the very first thing that I said to the person I was with, the same lady that I mentioned telling of the Fascitar 6/10 astral projection method, “my gods, is that the 2006 calendar hanging on your wall”? She looked at me nonchalantly and said, “Yes it is, why”? Wo, the whole month suddenly was not the same that it was when I left 2 go 2 work on Sunday night at around 11:25 Post Meridian, P.M. I had called my security inspector from home as I had planned 2 do, to give him a weeks notice 4 my off time, and now, I find myself like fucking magic, in a month where I do not get 3 bi-weekly pays, only 2, and now, I call off a week, losing another to boot.   Did somebody say MIRROR, MIRROR, Mister Rotten Berry??????????? This stuff happens to me over and over, I am not fucking crazy, it is godsdamn real as frightening, and U R all alone in a nightmare where nobody in the entire world believes U. I called my security inspector back from the office in AC, NJ, that I was in, caught him still there and fortunately with the midget briggers smiling on me 4 a change, the luck of the Irish decided 2 smile on me for a rare change, and he let me change it to the following month that I would need the week off from work, and he put me back on shift 4 this weekend. But because of the trance out at work, where I re-visited the interaction, where Scylla the Great, was singing her special song to me, LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS, that I came out of in the early June 1980, and was actually done in a timeless condition, not a location where space nor time has real substance outside the substance needed to make the interaction, and because I must have in ways even I am yet not totally sure of, caused major redistribution of lower and cruder energies, that warp and bend and break pieces of 4th and 5th dimensional space, this caused me to jump way over, and more than just a few trillionths of a picorel, off of centerline hyperspacial reality. It always causes week and unbalanced fault lines to go as well, and in late December 2 years ago, I intentionally did this, 2 retaliate 4 my mother’s murder the day after Christmas of 1997. She did not actually move to Ricktown Manor until the mortal world date of March the 4th, of 2K, but she suffered greatly, and was never the same, and the nightmare of it all was beyond hellish 4 me as well. So I tranced out and moved off centerline a big way then in oh-4, to get them back for both the attack in Turnersville, and the attack in my own Somerdale home. The trance allowed me to re-hear and sing in dual consciousness, the lyrics to the song, the real words that the great SSJKK sang to me on the boardwalk, back when I was dreaming it was the first week of June of ’80, and living at 4th & Preston, at the Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees Township, NJ, USA, Earth.
First, NT RED, BOOK ONE, SOME RECENT GOVERNMENT AGENTS WERE WALKING THROUGH Ricktown Manor’s halls, saying this over and over 2 each other, hope U guys enjoyed the remote viewing astral trip. Now 4 the real lyrics 2 [LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS], the version that the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE does not have, but will, and this is all claimed by me on the mortal world, written by your great God all mighty, in infinity, for me. Google and Pyre Labs, bear witness, that the song already is in existence, but with different lyrics and closely related melody and exact music track, already sits in the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS. Every time I try 2 do this, noisy music and ringer tones and bothersome sounds in general, start ganging up all around me, I know that the 4ces are veheminantly against this. Here goes maybe the end of mortal world life as we know it:

I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’m the Great Stacey, oh I’m the Great Stacey, I AM
I have no beginning, for me there’s no ending, the Great SCYLLA Goddess I AM
Yes I’m the Great Stacey; I’m in My Great City, with colors and lights all around
My friends and my VIQUEENS are all with ME here
And Heaven does surely abound.

There is someone special, a boy who is fleshal; he dreams he is living down there
A place far away from his home by the bay,
But yet while he sleeps, I still care
I call him THAT BOY, his name is THAT BOY, and he will forever be MINE
And though far away, he’ll be back here one day,
With his Stacey who loves him divine.

So stand here I do with my song written new
To tell THAT BOY just how I feel
He cannot remember his place with Me here
While I sing in his dreams that are real
When one day too late, he’ll come looking for me
He’ll no longer know who I am
Remembering a girl from his little boy world
And doing his best to forget who I am

I am your Stacey, the GREAT SARAH-STACEY; I’m more than a girl at the shore
I sent her to you so that you’d love me to, but instead you forgot even more
Oh I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’M SARAH-STACEY; I AM,
Love is for carpenters; love is for carpenters, life’s not all jelly and jam.
I miss you THAT BOY, and I named you THAT BOY, I love you beyond any name
I sang for you there at your favorite square, forgetting our love was ashame.

Still I sing in your dreams, and I send you moonbeams, while you gaze at my long light brown hair
Yes love is for carpenters, love is for carpenters, it seems you forgot how to care
So when you get home and see me on TV, and should it all come back to you
Just stay there at home and be all alone, don’t pick up the phone, and do not call me.

I’m the Great Stacey, yes I’m the Great Stacey, oh I’m the great Stacey I AM.
I have no beginning, for me there’s no ending, the Great Scylla Goddess, I AM
Yes I’m the Great Stacey; I’m in my great City, with colors and lights all around
My friends and my VIQUEENS are all with me here,
And Heaven does surely abound.


This is the way the real L O V E I S 4 C A R P E N T E R S, was written, in infinity, and on the Great worlds of the phase 2 Astral reality. Retrieving these lyrics is a major event. They were written in infinity and below it on the GREAT ASTRAL REALMS, what man would mistakenly think of and term, the land of the dead, or the spiritual world.

There is much to say, and much is happening, and much more will B occurring as time continues 2 unfold in mortal illusion. 4 right now big brown eyed girl Kal, Kali, 10/4 and C ya soon JR, oh, a mistake was made in prior blog, it was JR on the Flatliners that said to Kiefer S. “ C U soon”, and put the mask over his face, before they flat lined him, well, he can hear Stacey not only sing the song, but hear her lovely voice, and her beyond mortal description playing of her wonderful Enzemeter, a great astral world instrument, but hard as hell to play, but what is hard for the great SSJKK, the all mighty????

Movement Stage 25

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