Chapter 02 Putting A nightmare Together
Wednesday, February 08, 2006 Morianity Bible Chapter 2
I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slimebags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological.One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.
You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becomming a brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick
the day I needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told schoolboard
authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot hurljuice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could
possibly immagine occured so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.
What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades,
I've gone through total batbiting HELL with this total crap. They have created a
game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. AS
tptally off the wall and ludicrus as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is
happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death,
to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going
forever. They seem to have this all confused with a coppertop battery, and as I
speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library
building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice
exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would
never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But
deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of
standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL.
The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever,
like religous stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi
films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more
than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so
long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation,
or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with
htat, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making
your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED.......I should
have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly
selected the eats, afterall, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the
hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
killtime so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex. It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the romans the gladiators and the fights to the death, and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all ur bits and bytes and matrixex and any such
foolishnesses of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshoe of the day
club- president and chief executive officer. Just look around after any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and watch but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful, a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sickass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible
harassement, join other consperacy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other
cybersufferers.
Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children
will meet up with their day of wreckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a freemason named jonathin schau. Everything in the book by dan
brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from david straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW< grandson
of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered
his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of
the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual
event that occured, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsesnce in
Ammityille, Long Island, New York.
I'll tell much more in chapter 4 my bretheren and sisteren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt
to further elucidate upon at this time.
I have much to tell u all in order to bring u up to speed. These filthy
slimebags wrecked me a few days after posting chapter 2. My auto was wrecked,
they fly over in planes and drive by in cars, using the machine I told u about
that effects anything electrical, mechanical, and biological.One minute I am
fine, then boom, u crap your insides out before u can get to a toilet. This has
been going on now since 1986, as previously mentioned where I discuss returning
here from a nightmare, to find myself in a worse realer nightmare of literally
being in HELL.
You will never know what I suffer through. Trying to get my only vehicle
repaired, was literally as difficult as becomming a brain surgeon. All of a
sudden my mechanic has a major emergency due to someone 'just happening to pick
the day I needed help desperately', dropped a dime on him and told schoolboard
authorities that his children were illegally attending school in the wrong
district. This complex mess led to me not getting help, as the stand by mechanic
did not give a hoot in hot hurljuice about me, wouldn't answer my phone calls,
nor called me. Next day, someone tries to help me, and everything u could
possibly immagine occured so that I was unable to meet with her at a pre
arranged spot, and it was an endless hell, just attempting to get to the
mechanic shop in order to retrieve my auto. As I type now at Hammonton library,
a super low private CIA-NSA airplane is flying directly overhead to try and
annoy and or frighten me. It won't work dirtballs.
What u must now be brought up to speed on is something called STATISTICAL
TECHNOLOGY and what the 'enemy' is doing with it. For two sick twisted decades,
I've gone through total batbiting HELL with this total crap. They have created a
game with me where I am in my very life itself in all possible aspects of it,
connected to three seemingly unconnected other items of physical life, these
being the DOW JONES, the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS. AS
tptally off the wall and ludicrus as this will sound, it is goddamn real, and is
happening to me. They follow me around day and night and persecute me to death,
to endlessly keep this PARALLEL EVENT, as I have so named it, going and going
forever. They seem to have this all confused with a coppertop battery, and as I
speak now, a crash level helicopter almost blew the roof off of the library
building. I cannot make anyone believe my hell is real, and they claim justice
exists in this miserable world, or that God is loving and caring, and would
never allow an innocent being to suffer in an unfathomable hell endlessly. But
deep down most of us 21st centers are beginning to realize that all this crap of
standard religion is fed to all of us, with the motive of CONTROLLING US ALL.
The biggest fear is the so called UFO and coverup of the situation, whatever,
like religous stuff, it really is all about. Many movie directors in sci-fi
films, dating from BUCK ROGERS up to X FILES, will tell u that uncle is more
than happy to cooperate with them, and sharing helpful things with them, just so
long as certain ???????? topics and things are left either out of the equation,
or it is reedited in ways uncle is more comfortable with, and if u are ok with
htat, they'll bend over backwards with athletic agility, to assist u with making
your sci-fi movie. But if u are hard headed about it, not only does their
cooperation vanish like a morning mist in a hot summer sun, but films have been
lost and burned, and people have indeed been FREAKING ELIMINATED.......I should
have inside info if anyone does, as I worked 2 years in the entertainment
industry. If I lie, I hope my beloved parents are burning in the god's hottest
hell. This is not to imply for a nanominute, that I believe in little green
aliens and ufo ship saucers, and on and on. What I know for fact that is really
going on, is this: We are the gods living here on a lower realm, creating a huge
reality show for us to enjoy as the gods we actually are in the higher realms,
where we are watching our lower selves, in similar fashion I am sure that Susan
Lucci sets her VCR to watch ERICA CANE in the show, while kicked back with a
diet soda and pink salmon, in the privacy and luxury of her own home. I randomly
selected the eats, afterall, look at that body for the gods sake, or is she one
of them. In any event, let me revert to thinking with my better and higher head
now, and go on to tell you all what is really happening. DIVERSION AND
DISTRACTION=ANTIHELL. In order to not constantly and infinitely dwell on the
hellish reality that THERE IS NO OBLIVION, u must get into the best possible
killtime so to speak, and no to the men of the world, it really ain't sex. It
must be something longer lasting with an endless fix, and the gods have all
agreed to choose power struggles, physical challenges, contests, and games. This
is why they gave the romans the gladiators and the fights to the death, and
football to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries A.D. Have we as homosapiens
changed one bit with all ur bits and bytes and matrixex and any such
foolishnesses of mans reasoning? Say yes and graduate to 'asshoe of the day
club- president and chief executive officer. Just look around after any bloody
gorey accident or crime scene, and watch all the blood thirsty human-vampires,
with their veracious desire to stand around and watch but not lift a lousy
finger to do anything helpful, a real 'LENNY BRISCOE PISSOFF'.
In closing, just know that I intend to tell all that is being done to me, and
all that you ever will do to me, whomever u sickass bastards are out there, to
all of cyberspace. It is only a matter of time before I learn how to blog share,
create bulletin boards, chat rooms on the subject of victims of invisible
harassement, join other consperacy theory groups that I am quite certain must
already exist, and ultimately share petatons of information with other
cybersufferers.
Cruel world, MY MURDER is on the bloody hands of those I mention as I open my
bible called 'OLD TESTAMENT 1995'. No matter what u do to me, I'll survive and
get u all back. A day will come where either you or your great grand children
will meet up with their day of wreckoning, for all the terror you have inflicted
on me, my friends, my family, and the murder of my best friend, my mother, and
his mother, by a freemason named jonathin schau. Everything in the book by dan
brown is a true and accurate account of a real family line from david straight
to me. The curse as wiccans would term it, was passed to me at about age 3 or
so, when the one whom previously bore GOD APPOLOLUCIFER ZOXAISS ZUDLOW< grandson
of ZUDLOW CHRONUS's curse against the family of KING DAVID OF ISREAL, murdered
his wife and mother in law, and then proceeded to hang himself in the cellar of
the home in which he resided in Braintree, Massachusetts. This is the actual
event that occured, that later would go on to inspire the fictional nonsesnce in
Ammityille, Long Island, New York.
I'll tell much more in chapter 4 my bretheren and sisteren, so stay tuned. In
the not all that distant future, they are watching all of this, and all of us,
through very sophisticated TIME-DELAY SATELLITE SYSTEM that I will not attempt
to further elucidate upon at this time.
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