MOVEMENT STAGE # 50, THINGS ARE FAR FROM NIFTY

I figure that if a woman as they say, is free 2 change her mind, where then it is written that I may not do it this once, so let e deviate from prior plan just a wee bit. This will not B the cut & paste job from my website. This may or may not B the final MFMS # as well; this is up in the air. I will attempt to commit suicide B4 the week is out, and whether I can ever stay dead or not remains a mystery, but I cannot take what I am going through, and it cannot ever B fought and won. Anyone not at least attempting 2 escape from hellishness beyond any mortal possible description is the quintessential fool. These powers R above powers and these forces R above forces there is just no way to escape except hopefully through death so I will take my miserable fucking life, I have had it. I have tried many times, and it never works. I keep waking back up and remembering my attempt 2 do it as a dream. Saturday Monday and today Tuesday has been so bad 4 me that there is no way 2 express it. This morning I awoke 2 a frozen toilet and the day immediately botbar’d. I love cold weather with a passion but unfortunately, lots of devices such as plumbing and old toilets are a bit sensitive to extremely cold temps. Now until a thaw ever occurs I have 2 keep the tank off and a pale next 2 the bath tub and after using the john and flushing in order 2 get the next flush 2 work I have 2 bale in water into the top of the toilet. From now on I will keep a small twig stuck in-between where the rubber comes up to let water flow out and the bottom area in order 2 keep a continual water trickle flow going until this abnormally cold weather abates a bit. All ready I have to drip all the faucets as well and assumed that this would keep the toilet working but now my poor back will get a workout until this deep freeze mitigates. I am not a rich trumpite and live in a shitty old place with ancient plumbing and piss poor quality everything just name it. Then I get 2 Eddie Himacane’s today and entered a magic warp that I will refer to Hurricane Dawneddie. This was a miserable storm. My friend and his upstairs neighbor had quite a feud it was awful to witness 2 put this politely Mr. Roe. No my life is beyond a naughty mess Tommie but this is all for a more pertinent time 4 discussion.

The news and weather people said that this weather is the harshest that this area has been hit in a decade. I remember one night by the Delaware River in the winter of 1981 or maybe ’82 the wind chill was minus 40 something. I sat out on a ship tie pole for ten minutes with no coat or hat or gloves and the next thing I know paramedics were behind me thinking I had been frozen upright. I was enjoying the icy cold winds by the river, as I always liked the cold, but unforch cars and pipes do not share my love of the cold extremes. While on my security post over the weekend, a quick 20 or 30 minute snow storm started one in the morning Sunday and then stopped and disappeared as quickly as it seemingly broke out from absolutely nowhere. Within a minute or two after the crazy storm blew out a large and low milituforce aircraft harassed me coming from the south and went right directly over Route #54 that is #206 further to the north with Bellevue Avenue in the center as the main section of the town of HAMMONTON NJ, USA. One thing after another happened, but was far worse the prior night when the FLYERS HOCKEY team cheated their way into a 5/2 victory over Atlanta, by using Parallel Event Teck against me, or torturing and tormenting me. They fucked with my home theatre system over and over again. My letter to the Attorney General of NJ, and Federal, and 2 the Federal Communications Commission, is now in the mail. They won’t do a whoppi-diddly, but I still expose these prick bitches by telling someone that my CIVIL LIBERTIES R being trampled on and pummeled. The second I went out the door 2 go and do a hard nights work at my job, after they cheated their way 2 a win, there was a nasty night-kemtrail, right over my residence. They many times fly what I call a “ha-ha plane” or a “ha-ha chopper”, but this was my first “HA-HA kemtrail”. But after that, no more. Ever since I asked Hammonton residents 2B on the lookout at night, and all times in general, and especially during the brighter half of the lunar cycle, and this tells me that even though people do not seem 2 make comments, they must B reading my blogs, or else Y would there B such a quick back-off of this activity, other than 2 make me appear 2B the bigger fool?????????? This is why Ed and I should start doing what I refer 2 as OPPOSITE SHOOTING, at the Jersey Casinos. I drop randomly the minimum bet amount on one of the 6 outside even chance bets of R,B,O,E,L, or H, and when the dealer spins the wheel, he drops a big wad bet on the opposite outcome 2 come out that I bet on. I bet ten bucks on RED, he drops 300 smackios on black, and so forth. It isn’t the casinos I am trying to bull shit, as they know what I am doing; these suit punk dudes and dudesses R not stupid never will U hear me accuse them of that. It is the forces that I am bull fucking when doing an activity such as this, as they enjoy seeing me publically, or privately, in agony, and or being humiliated and appearing 2B a total damnass fool. I have done this with David Roth in the past, and it works nicely. I stand there cussing under my breath and going oh poor me, looking like a pathetic case for the AC RESCUE MISSION, and the freaking forces love it and eat it up. I am in a huge astral reality show of sorts. We all love 2 watch and B entertained, and if I am so wrong in my beliefs, then Y ain’t Hollywood broke and bankrupt?????

Yesterday’s quick but tremendously powerful siege, all began just several minutes after Ed H. and I got 3 new pix of the home of the Atlantic Ocean, at 30 S. Plaza Place, in ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, PLANET EARTH, SYSTEM SOL, GALAXY-MILKY WAY. Please do not lose my words and blogs SWIS, and today’s world internet and Google systems. Thank You. The minute I attempted to throw a few dollars of gasoline into my car in Kateville, [ABSUCKEN, ABSEACON], NJ, a major hot spot enemy area, Pleasantville, Abscess Sucken, and Rotville East Dodge, ACPD- Sarge’s. I haven’t been told 2 get out of Dodge or town from 1852 until later again in 1994 on New Year’s Day. www.acpd.com I did make a comment that was a little out of line, but was very upset and the Callio Club could have cared less, that my only vehicle had been targeted 2B messed with and severely damaged. I was parked near the children’s old Seashore Home Hospital Building, you’ll C it shortly on the PICTURES, when I post them to www.morianity-foundation.com and you will also C the place I lived 4 six months back in 1962, also on Richmond Avenue, while attending the 3^rd grade on Arctic Avenue and Richmond Avenue, at the RICHMOND AVE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL still there and operating like the calendar never changed at all. I did not take a shot of the school, as in a politically correct world, which would possibly not B so ‘politically correct’ a thing 4 me 2 do!!!!!!!! The attack was horrendous, and always brings out a strange and unexplainable negative quality in anyone that I may B with while experiencing this kind of spurious and unfathomable fucking assault and attack, by the worlds of the invisible. The seck that I go 2 pull in 2 get the gas for the car, literally 8 or more vehicles tried to hit me, and I was doing 2 or 3 MPH, LITERALLY, and Ed H. will attest 2 this. I was doing nothing fucking wrong, yet this FLASHMOB of lawtronically caused evil, came damn near close to bang me up like I was a kid in a bumper car rink on an amusement pier. Ed was extremely agitated with me and I said to him ok, tell me, what am I doing wrong, and he knew I was doing no wrong, and did not say anything other than, “perhaps U should have driven into the pump area from the back”. Well, I always thought the front is the way in, and the back was an alternative, and no arrows or signs were in any way pointing me to the contrary. Right B4 I pulled in, a huge chopper in front of us about a half mile, flew over from north to south, crossing our bow to the left while heading west. Then, he went into the Wawa, one of those many super-Wawa large places. As soon as he was out of visual range, a huge military bomber flew over left to right heading westward and bearing a bit to the WSW, landing obviously at the 177^th Base, or the FAA TECK CENTER, as most likely was the chopper as well. More air crap kept going, and when I pulled out, a super loud piece of shit motorcycle passed us in the fast lane, it was 16 degrees at the time, gimme a break, and then he turned around at the jug handle near the PARKWAY of the Garden State meets the Route # 30 White Horse Pike, and he loudly went tearing the other way, looking over at my car and only my car, and was grinning under his helmet. Also, a bunch of Satan-Saturn cars, in a procession, were all flowing in both directions with the biker scum, [Sarah Callio Until Martino]. 4 a long while, the Saturn cars would have kept gorgeous Stephanie Miller in the Laugh-Business, finally breaking off their attack, and not one other bike bastard engaged me during the rest of the trip. Astrally, anytime a word has letters in-between a [T] and an [N], the [A] is totally interchangeable with the [UR]. The planet SATAN was named in the honor of Apollo-Lucifer Beelzebub Abandon Diabolis, 37 letters, but spelled astrally different with “BEZELBUB”, giving its true name-number as 36 and not 37. Add 1+2+3+4 up to 36, and U will get 666. This is his name-number, or mans language would say, “the number of his name”. These facts R all intentionally lawtronically there in order 2 help 2 confuse the MW, MORTAL WORLDERS.

Since they wanna really get tough with me, time 4 some other secrets 2 come out, in case my suicide works this time. I could share some magic numbers and combos of them with you that would blow your mind, but that can wait 4 later. Forces doing all this with this world R here 2 stay, and have no good plans 4 any of us, despite the opinions of Dr. Bruce Goldberg. Entertainment is behind it all, not the so-called advancement of the human race on some ‘spiritual’ level, as he claims 2B what it’s all about. Games are the second best entertainments for us while we R in our higher states and being the gods. The first is watching things, any things, interact, and I cited the example with gladiators of Rome, present day football, and tomorrow’s Robotoys. Watching action such as movies/videos in present times or our own lower selves interact in dreams and created dream worlds, is second only to sports, both engaged in and spectator mode. These R the only things that can keep a hell off your mind that is beyond horrific. This hell is that U simply exist, and can never shut off. If you could B totally oblivious to existence on any level, B it anywhere in hyperspace, or at truth in the void infinity, you would B at NIRVANA, a condition that cannot ever B real nor achieved, neither individually nor collectively, in any way, shape, nor form, NEVER EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In humanness, this seems 2B most people’s great wish and desire, remember that the code of all secrets, ALWAYS, IS THAT TO FIND TRUTH, REVERSE. Reversing what U think is true will always B more true than false, ask most investors, gamblers, traders, thinkers/philosophers, etc. Hollywood or the ENTERTAINMENT industry, is merged mixed meshed and married 2 a ‘higher’ form of their lower counterpart, just as all of us R likewise, and they already know all truth, as we all do. Our ‘consciousness or conscious mental operating systems’ R all there basically 2 cover up truths from void infinity, by making us more consciously aware in our HUMAN being or beingness, of all the necessary things that permit us to endlessly while alive physically, cover up the realer and deeper truths. U will never ever know peace and rest and nirvana, not fucking ever, so fucking live with your hell, I godsdamn do!!!!!!!!! Back 2 my point. We will do an example with one if the best shows of ‘entertainment’ to hit television, the great LAW AND ORDER. Look at the episode from 2 years back, with million dollar taste Fontana. Here is a {piece of work} if a 4^th phase being ever was truly, this Shakespearian description. I am talking about the episode of the murder of a Vietnam Vet, by a New Jersey Mayor, over the truth about a battle that went real wrong over in Nom in 1969. First we have good old 1969, then a NJ mayor, and then the murdered guy that wanted 2 give back his medals won for bravery that he felt he and the Mayor and another fellow serviceman should not rightfully have. OK, let us really look at all this LAST 10 YARDS OJ SIMPSON PHONE PULLER OF THE WALLER ‘Entertainment World’ [EW] stuff, and examine this all with honesty and integrity. Did ‘they’ know the future, or cause it 2 happen, is this a big game for the gods sake? Is something this incredible really just a huge set of coincidences? Go there and really graduate to ‘Captain of the Assholes’ Club. OK, so what is it? 2 years later we have the great Bob Levy, Mayor of a NJ city, the great ATLANTIC CITY, with this ‘MEDALS’ thing blowing up in the paper. Ugodda admit this is first and foremost NOT A COINCIDENCE!!!!!!!! But did they know, or was it caused by them? Believe this, and now you are eligible for First Lieutenant in the ASSHOLE’S CLUB, and a strong runner for captain at the following kalpa, [elections]. All this Muzak teasing I’ve endured, + radio & TV teasing for close to 3 decades now, is part of much huger agendas than what so far I have been discussing. A huge reality show is happening, and only I know some of its really powerful secrets, or the working mechanics and details in the so-called for total lack of another way of putting all of this, SPITITUAL CIRCUITRY. Let me put something 2U that will blow your mind in a precise ratio, not astral ration, but ratio and proportion, which astrally this means, and machine mind, not human hacking, is aware of this, but anyway, it will blow U away mentally, whomever U might B reading this blog or visiting someday at my website, in precise RATION, to your ability to fully grasp some or perhaps all of the built in nuances to the huge bigger picture that swallows it all up. If your hell is not great enough, it will eventually be swallowed up by the ending or death of it. Death will thereby swallow up your hell, provided that your hell is small enough to permit death to swallow it up. But what if your hell is so huge that it is literally beyond cyclaspheric? What if it is so big that death cannot swallow up this hell, will hell swallow up the death? Math says yes, that indeed one must occur, in this bicomodical law. For any 2 symbols A and B where one is greater, must one be smaller? Regular math laws state the affirmative. Let’s stay with regular non quantum’s of permission to divide by zero and proving A=B when it did not at the start of the algebraic polynomial. Look at the human walking in all directions forever on a spherical object in space such as the Earth. Can he/she ever leave this dimensional cycle of north, south, east, and west? How about the space explorer? Can he/she ever leave this dimensional cycle of 6 opposing directionality? You can never ride your ship out of the universe, nor find a wall or rim, where yet 2B expanded space is ‘kind of out there’ and not yet merged with an existing expanding system. This is not the truth. The Earth is not enlarging, yet go in any direction and it never ends. The next higher dimensionality works no differently. Stay in only the 6 possible directions that your space vessel can possibly go, and it can never jump out of the multiverse or the individual universe that UR always in, in one way or another, with slight atomic shifts. It is dimensional reality, law so to speak, there R no edges and centers to a hyper sphere, our universe and all other universes in 5^th dimensional hyperspace. But I know a way 2 temporarily break this bondage for lack of a better description. The ‘Great Lord’, or AH-SAR, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE showed and revealed these mind bending truths 2 me. When U have a great adventure, do U not go AH, or AH-HA, positronic/electronic twiniversallity? AH—GREAT, Ask any Hebrew Linguist who knows his onions, if SAR is not LORD. JEHOV—AH, on the ASTRAL PLANE, J is pronounced J or Y, and this name makes the old west horse rodeo show sound, like YEEHA. Astrally, YEEHOV, the HOV rhyming with NOV as in a writer/novelist, is what is going on. HOV, YEE, ‘AH or GREAT’, are 3 combined words that there, can B GREAT, YEE, and HOV, in any possible order, is exactly the same as the pronunciation and the spelling in the English Earth system, to the name STACEY. Let us go on and use the show L&O in a wild example of interconnected realities in a super fantastic and totally unimaginable REALITY SHOW. Imagine about half way through the show, you could step into the show itself, with a DVD or a VHS video tape, of the show, without your entrance into it, from beginning to end, and U walk over to Jack McCoy or Abby Carmichael, and hand them the tape and say to them that you will find your answers to the case that you R working on, just watch the tape. Then from the start 2 finish, the music, the commercials, the opening theme, all of it, they view this, and yes, get their answers. But can U start 2 grasp the incredible enlightenment 2 them, on much more than just ‘who donn-it’? Without going a lot further, I am onto a lot that none of U mortals out there R, and just maybe, UR all 1 helluva lot better off for it, who really knows the answer to that.

My QUANTA CARD DECK ACTUAL USES, are interesting. Saturday was the worst super BOTBAR that U can ever imagine and my score on the day was 4:11. The information is important here 2 give, if U can stand and forgive a wee bit of my humor, as if one does not wish 2 cry, one learns 2 laugh. 4 fun, I used things that were not too great, all in very neutral ranges, and not real long [long-waves and wave channels]. The Flyers kicked cunt juices that day, and I was reamed and creamed all day with many invisible type of attacks, but powerful nonetheless once onto them. I learned how using ASAPART desperately destroys and wipes out its effectiveness.

Much much more 2 say, but I am tired and hungry, so 4 now brown eyed girl Kali-KAL, CALLIO, I will CU and JR the mask placer, a bit later on, BYE-BYE.