MOVEMENT STAGE 36 ------------------ AND I’M TAKING MY LICKS

Super milituforce death siege is all over me, starting the damn second I left my Atlanticare meeting in Levyville, NJ, or Fibtown shame on U Bob. I no sooner got onto the Black Horse Pike, when a horrific jet came diving right at me from out of the due south, you will C the giant kemtrail that it spat out shortly when it is posted to the MF website. We will B examining something I learned from that great courtroom drama, L&O, biggest court-TV show since Perry Mason, regarding the credibility of people and judging it, where they say to a witness on the stand, “ok, you admit you were lying about such and such, so how is the jury supposed to know whether U R lying to us now”? I will need 2 amend my blog 2 keep it within federal legal standards, as I believed the great Mayor 2, and blogged that he was a great GB hero. I am not getting into this matter, as it is none of my godsdamn business, except that since the AC Press came out with the recent bombshell, and since I plugged the man who I still think was possibly trying 2 do more than C if I was some big strange sea creature swimming along, I must amend that this was fact, as I was fooled just as everyone else was, probably even told his friends Mr. McGuire of T. Avenue, and Queen Sarah Martino of Virginia Avenue, www.acmua.com. I do know the man has always served his country in numerous public capacities, as Emergency Management Director, Chief of the Lifeguards, www.acbp.com, and was indeed a Nom war hero, and 4 what he did do, should be commended. But, the world should likewise C that when I say that all these people indeed do have a shady side 2 them, well, as Jack McCoy would say so elegantly, his credibility is down the Sarcal-tubes. Nobody is perfect, but let me so much as spit out a piece of gum, and some law enforcement person is ready 2 haul my poor whittle ass off to County Jail, and the ol’ “fair is fair” stuff, is not meant for the poorer and lowlier half or 9/10ths or whatever, of the population. Tom Reale said 2 me in July of 1970, “if you tell anybody that I am having sex with U, they won’t believe you, I am great friends with the Police Chief of Ventnor, NJ., the town right next door to South Atlantic City, separated only by lines on a man made map. No, all these horrible people do bad stuff, and just forever get away with it, while I get picked on for daring to expose them all 4 the scum that they really are, and this is why our country is in danger, not because there R terrorists, militia groups, mafia drug powers, or what have U. It will never get better. The rich have many reasons 4 not wanting it 2. Let’s look at the constant barrage of commercials on television, talk to your kids about drugs, smoking, drinking, blah-blah-blah. We all know for a true fact that if U tell a true American of any age, and especially the younger and obviously more defiant percentages of the population, NOT 2 DO SOMETHING, they will want 2 and try 2 do it all the more, just 4 spite, totally verifying beyond any doubt in my own mind, that the powers above us ‘ORDINARIES’, really WANT, people on drugs and ciggs and alk. They know all 2 well that telling people not 2 do a certain thing is tantamount 2 telling them 2 do it!!!!!!!! I will fight any bastard-ass on this ball of solid hurl on this issue, I still remember being young, and differently than others of my age, as I do not change, never, ever. I am the exact person I was in 1969, and I know this 4 a fact. I know more, and I can fake adult maturity, but when you R aware of your infiniteness, it alters you in one sequence of interactions or dreams here in physicality. I can build a fort on the beach and enjoy watching the tide come in and wreck it with exactly the same fervor and feelings, that I had at physical ages 5, 10, 12, or whatever, no change at all. Not one thing has changed, because I am totally aware of true reality.

Here are some of the bull shit phony calls that I get every time I am waiting 4 an important call to come in, and this is clockwork precision, I am not Mr. Levyliar. Numbers on my Identifier Box show this: (866)260-8866, (800)527-7070, (415)562-3272, (800)222-4357, (702)818-2494, (800)855-2723. I will blog every one that comes in from now on, as this phone harassment from the Black File Agency Systems, and aerial harassment , utility, physical, and on and on, started in the early 1980’s, and it is totally unfathomable that not one person in authority, or detective agency, lawyer, somebody, private philanthropist, somewhere, will not ever contact me and give me the slightest benefit of the doubt. Some one could share the jury award with me, 50/50, and I’ll sign documents to this effect, with anyone of legal age.

I took a vicious chopper attack tonight, Tuesday evening at precisely 5:55 Post Meridian. At least U picked my favorite numbers to launch your attack on me. So, I came right over to Eddie Himacane’s place to do my next blog, HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!! The String-Death Roulette System has taken nearly a 60 point loss for the past 3 days since the weekend siege started. It is off the freaking scale major. I have dropped from 90 down to 23. I use 12 different random-generated number simulated roulette wheels. Every system U ever can invent and apply to this game, and any random generation of the 38 numbers that U choose 2 use, will endlessly shuffle back and forth in various shorter or longer term tolerances in favor as well as against the system. But more gains come via a longer shuffling of number patterns and combinations that run in favor of making a system win, by having life in general run better and or smoother. Confreakingcentrically, more losses R guaranteed 2B incurred, as they must hit U, as a result of a longer shuffling of number patterns and combinations that will now start and keep running in disagreement with that same system. True measurement of any system, is done without the zeros, and must B done in a lab, away from any external forces that will cause a direct PARALLEL EVENT, that brings personal LUCK, up and down, and luck is real, and is not some magical and never 2B understood thing, but it is a major MISUNDERSTOOD thing with the human race, made of physical dreamers and projectors, from their truer astral phase 2 life existence.

I reported 30 or more license plates of people following me, screwing with me, and what have you, on the road, during the past 2 decades, starting with ITALY 7, and going to SOUP NUT, and this is 2 out of the long list, the ted Mazda of Pleasantville, followed me big time in early middle October of 2K5, and then again on 18 December of oh-six. Police and other authorities’ refuse 2 ever help me. Let me ask all of U out there, in all fucking honesty, WHAT WOULD U DO, WHAT WOULD U BELIEVE, WHAT WOULD U START 2 THINK, WOULD THINKING U DIED AND WENT 2 HELL B THAT FAR FETCHED??????

Now 4 the parallel event nightmare that is a big part of my nightmare, connecting my casino problems, Wall Street troubles, and all the shit in ATLANTIC CITY, remember that the great Philadelphia sports year of 1980 was the best year of my life in this sequence of dreams. When most teams in Philadelphia do well, so do I, and the other way around, them bad, me bad. When Donna planned on my finding her version of HAIR, the famous NY Broadway Musical of 1968, that she did in ’69 or 70, over in Munich, Germany, the Philadelphia Phillies Ballclub WON the WORLD SERIES, and going from now back more than half of a CENTURY, was the only time that they accomplished this. I thought getting this was the coolest thing in the world, I was 25 years old, a young new adult with it all in front of me, and here I am with the top artist of the day, acquiring a work of hers that no one else had. But it all was part of an elaborate and monstrous scheme, to wreck the rest of my life, and why the great Sarah wants to hurt me so much after telling me I am THAT BOY, and is conspiring with DS 2 do all of this, I do not have all the details of, but I do have my theories. Bank the damn Dogtown on that!!!!!!!!!!! My cousin Sandy lived her entire life after about age 4-8 somewhere, in a lovely mainline, Philly home, up high on a hill on Greentree Lane, right off the Belmont exit of the famous Sure-Kill Schuylkill Expressway. In my MORIANITY BIBLE BLOGS, you will read all about her connection or her mother’s actually, with the entire great MIDDLE EAST, and the Shah of Iran, the EX-CIA agent (Crazy Intelligent Aliens). The blog tells some of the wild story, though all details of this, the great chain, Sarah, and all of it, R yet 2 really B surfaced scratched. The FULL COUNT as the baseball fans would say or FC, not Sarah’s human world brother Frank, is going to require much text, and lots of powerful stuff; that as this attack upon innocent whittle me keeps going on, will be ever-continued, and again take that to the FIRST SMELLS BANK OF DOGTOWN. Heat, sulphers, dog-poop, that is a powerful nasty combo of smell-hell, take it from one whom has spent close to 20 thousand years there, as measured by U on Earth. Anyway, Cousin Sandy swam in the pool with her friends, and the friends of her neighbor high up on the tallest part of the hill, across the road from her own house at 1208, this neighbor being the Hichickian family, if I am correctly spelling the name. I am not positive, but am nearly sure that the family’s money comes from a very old and well established famous Philadelphia Sports Bar. Again, the parallel event sports connection surfaces. U tell me Mr. J. McCoy, when are my coincidences gonna count along with you guys’. Sandy came with us on our vacation, my mother’s and mine, to the TRINIDAD MOTEL on TENNESSEE AVENUE in ATLANTIC CITY, NJ., USA, EARTH, MILKY WAY GAL. She met the great Sarah Callio, now Sarah Callio Martino, and her great Quoddy-Mocker Gang, as some of the local guys referred 2 them as. They were breathtaking beauty queens. Giant dark haired brown eyed teens, my cousin Sandy being the only one with lighter hair and eyes, and not quite as tall, but in her heels about 6 two or three. The other teen queens without heels were leaving oily marks on the ceiling of the room, #323 of the Motel, the great “lost-room”, lost in its real true significance, regarding all of the incredible shit that went on here both that night, and in the summer of 1967, the 2nd to the last summer that my mom and I spent in this motel, on the 2 vacations that we annually took, the first in late June, and the 2nd in middle August. I know they murdered my friend Ziggy, when they found out that I told him of all the white slavery and child molestation that went on with all these lovely people, friends of a powerful Chicago mob boss, Mr. Gallagher. A must read book and hopefully the FBI will get a copy and freaking read it, and the NJ State Police; written by Ex Senator De-camp, called “THE FRANKLIN COVER-UP”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Want 2 get really sick to your guts, and learn about this filthy white-slavery thing, and how thousands of GONE-MISSING kids got tortured and sacrificed, literally to Satan, or the Church of Satan, all through the Sixties and Seventies, and Eighties. The Church was established in ’69 by Mr. Anton if memory is serving me correctly, but unofficial sacrifices to ‘the devil’ were going on a very long time, using innocent children of ages 4 through 17. This is all real, ugly, hellish, happening, and is why I hate the guts of these scum bags, and now with the Mayor’s credibility in the toilet where all these pricks belong, maybe somebody will believe in me a fraction more.

In 1989 Bobby Brown the dirt bag husband of crack head Whitney Houston, ripped off a song from 1977, LOST LOVE, written by me. He knew that originally it was sung in the version and beat and musical phrasing, that he used, and that it was not copyright protected. I am still trying to decide whether Whitney’s version of our National Anthem that she sung about a decade back while still very hot 4 the gods only know Y, at the football game, of which I have a VHS copy of, is worse than Donna Gaines screaming out Good morning Starshine, or the other way around, U ain’t heard bad singing until you hear these sound bites. I admit I can’t sing, and soon will be putting up another of my proof’s 2 that effect, want U to hear the real way that LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS foes, in lyrical content, written by me, Carlajayja, and Sarah-Stacey JKK, on the astral world, my part in it is Stacey’s lovely Enzymeter instrument arrangement, here the arrangement was done by a semi famous musical arranger of the 1980’s, Mr. Tom Glenn, some of his work was on TV, and a guitar was used, we have no enzymeter’s on the mortal world, but the god’s can my lovely SSJKK (Scylla) can play and sing, it is heaven 2B there with her as she sings and plays, literally!!!!!!!!! Scylla is an astral word that means the oldest daughter of a powerful god in the astral worlds. Sarah-Stacey is that, and much more. My teen queen is so awesome that I could type until 555,555 quindecillion time cycling eons pass in EXIM, or explosion/implosion reshuffling of cosmos, and would B not 1 bit closer 2 telling a blind ignorant human race of her total and absolute greatness, beauty, and total epitome of splendor and magnificence. Her hair shines so bright, it makes our sun seem but a candle in brilliance contrast. What really gets me more than anything R her giant almond brown eyes, that look a lot like the Wheat Thin product commercial cartoon of the lovely queen when she would climb out of the swimming pool, hit pause slow frame on your DVD or VHS tape if U ever taped the commercial, and you will C what I mean. But the first ad they ran showed the cartoon character flying her kite on the beach, just as my Stacey really does love 2 do, and it shows her great height better. She stands 6’7” tall in her beautiful bare feet. Her truer appearance is that of an all encompassing throbbing pulsating multicolored energy coil, similarly to her cousin, the Earth’s lightning goddess, a 33 foot high coil, only she is more like 52 feet high. I always tell my goddesses that I am every bit as thrilled and divinely blissful, being with them as they truly appear and just being with them and next to them, as they buzz and hum so loudly that a human would blow apart from 20 bells of sound pressure level, 200 decibels. This sound measurement originates as a result of one of sound’s founding fathers, Alexander Graham Bell, from which we got Bell Telephone, and ‘deci’ means 1/10th of 1, hence 9 bells is 90 decibels, and 125 decibels is 12 and one half bells. Every bell of SPL is exactly twice as loud as the number of bells below it, hence 7 bells is twice as loud as 6 bells, and 9 bells is 4 times as loud as 7 bells or twice, twice. It normally requires a power amplifier to bring a signal to be amped up, 10 times the power to double the loudness or SPL, this is basic sound engineering formulae. All forces and laws such as these physics laws, are one small part of LAWTRONICS, that caused all things on all realms to work within certain specific guidelines, or else B thrown out of phase, to protect sections of reality so to speak, and permit their certainty 4 remaining safe from a collapse of sorts, or a breakdown of physical laws. But 2 go on now with my goddesses, they enjoy becoming the shapes and realities necessary 4 creating the astral interactions that we share. So why do I remember all of my many dreams on phase 3 physical realm realities and you do not? Why do some people get born to be physically one gender, and mentally another, and how did Mozart perform musical magic at ages when most kids are just playing and annoying their parents? Y do I turn away like a Hollywood vampire with a cross in his face, every time any sharp point or object is placed near my forehead? Well, with me, I remember clearly as last night, being shot through the head with an old musket while on an Indian canoe. Why are phobias amongst us even with those that shrinks examine and find nothing in the patients’ childhood that would attribute this behavior to any logic and reason? Those in religious orders that say we do not come here on many parts of both the 4th and the 5th dimensions, dreamed down from our closer to real, astral phase 2 life, cannot reason out that life situations prove them out 2B wrong, and what I am web logging, (blogging) on the other hand, me 2B telling it true to Tammie’s little doctor, and everyone else 2 boot!!!!!!!! U remember all of these physical dreams just as much as I do, I merely in contrast 2 you, am not consciously blocking it out. On astral life, there is no ‘conscious mind’, just MIND, and also EMOTION. And MIND is more than thought and memory and some human type emotions, as it is all interaction on a level and way that creates a man made word phrase, mind over matter, reality, where you think and the thought equals or is one and the same with, the interaction happening around you, and is why space and time and all else is a product of interaction generated in astral thought, and not the other way around, making the mortal world one thing, and the astral world another. Due 2 this, lots of extra and super amplified emotions go along with the thoughts that generate the stuff we all create and interact together with. You cannot use mortal world concepts nor ideas in any way or form, to measure realities of the phase 2 life, and is why the Eckists insist that this phase 2 realm, (the Astral Plane), is filled with illusions and non-trustable things and situations, that they refer 2 as Maya and Mya, and some other terms they use, translation, ILLUSION. www.eckankar.com, http://eckankar/nj.org Check them out, it is a fascinating group of as they term themselves, “light and sound soul travelers”. The current man in charge talks a lot about Olympia Province’s capitol city, the great city, heaven, or as they use its true Millionth Council name, S A H A S R A D A L K A N W A L.

So Y have I made such a big deal about big Kate at the Absecon, NJ Dairy Queen? Well almost 10 years ago, 5 minutes 2 me, I took with me, an assistant to Congressman Rob Andrews, down to Mc Guires bar on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJ. When we left, he called Sarah and she called her friend giant Kate, a 6 foot 2 inch beauty queen teen aged trouble maker. She waited on all others in the DQ line, but not me. They all knew that this assistant, an ex marine, not a GB, but not a phony either, had a temper and did not like being messed with, so by doing what she did, bitch Kate that is, when I finally returned with the fudge sundaes to my automobile, Clarence Harris was having a real fit, in fact thought I was fucking with him, and no longer wanted 2 help me with my AC, NJ problem after this. Well, your mission was accomplished again, SARAH, KATE, AND BOBBY MC-G. My ability 2 remember my infinite existence is just like my awareness that permits me 2 so clearly C the stuff that is being coldly and calculatedly done to me every minute, every day, and every year, for 30 or more years, what many will not ever admit 2 in the field of psychiatry, is that awareness and enlightenment, genius, and insanity are 3 lines of one intersecting triangle. The real experts in the head shrink field know it, and some will publically admit to this fact, and it is fact, so help me the gods. The song on my website is just my way of making fun of Sarah and her stupid ugly friend Kate @ the Queen, www.morianity-foundation.com----------and is the one called, “I AIN’T GOT NO MONEY”. The song I mentioned back earlier on this blog, MS #36, called “LOST LOVE” was written and copyright by me first in the year of our lord, 61st grandpa’s uncle J, in 1977. It was sort of an easy listening pop version musically before the term was used, and later in 1979, was written a bit differently, sort of a cross dance/country if then there was such a thing which there was not, and ended up getting done in the studio the way you hear it if you click on my website, on the shorter song of the 2 songs under the label, Donna one and Donna two, and starts, “Our love was true, our love was rare, no other love could ever compare”. I was talking a while back on this #36 MF blog, and told U how trouble maker BB ripped me off, him and bud Charlie Bar Fighter Barclay.

I mentioned on the MORIANITY BIBLE, how accidents were intentionally set up, and my own crooked insurance company had 2B in on it, as they never fought 4 me, nor ever wanted 2 hear my side of things. I was hit head on while driving in the correct lane, by a passing car in the wrong lane, and the Hammonton police charged me with the accident. If some Senator or Congressman won’t help me soon, these awful rotten wicked pieces of shit, run by Trump, Callio, Clark, Martino, McGuire, King, Summer, and the list goes on, believe me; they will have accomplished the murder of an innocent man. I authorize GOOGLE through www.blogger.com to witness all of my blogs, and if court subpoenas are ever issued after death, this blog is my dying man utterance and declaration, a legal document, and an official authorization 2B used in any and all tribunals and or courts, anywhere on this or any other planet in some future time, if 4 no other reason so that Aires to the MORIANITY FOUNDATION, can sue, and hopefully if living, help to imprison any living persons responsible 4 doing all of this hellish crap 2 me, wrecking my entire adult life, making it impossible2 ever live even close 2 a normal life, nor out of total poverty, through no fault of my own, and also 2 disgrace any and all of these evil people’s offspring, they deserve 2 know what their parents and so forth heinously did to an innocent good loyal citizen of this great UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Mr. President, I love my country, and this is not fair, you told me in Ricktown Manor in front of your dad, that if I let U have the magic machine that was given to Diana and me by Sarah SJKK, 2 help U magically win and bring an end to this war, as it could do, that U would take care of my personal matter, but do we have a deal on the mortal world, or is this just another astral sham, more Maya Klempitis from the great ECKANKAR????