Chapter 11 I Am T H A T B O Y
Tuesday, May 16, 2006 Chapter 11 I Am T H A T B O Y
Every star in the sky has a name if you read the holy words, all 34 septillion of them, the great Sarah Krassle loves naming things, and you might say it is Her 'thing', as we 60's kids used to say. On astral realms, I exist as a very large dalmation dog, just accross Teck Bay from the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on the other side of the great 100 thousand foot city wall. Dogtown is not a nice place to live. It is viscious. We bite each other, bark loud cursings at each other, and whale and houl day and night. Kalpa after kalpa, this goes on. Measured earthly, about 8,034,240 years is one kalpa. Most areas in the olympian province measures in minnina-kalpa. On higher dream-realms, this is about one nine-thousandth, thus divide roughly 8 million by 9 thousand. Few mortal fleshmen have much awareness to unscramble streams of comples dream data while they live physically, and they are better off. Mixing astral and human worlds is dangerous and foolish. It can however be done with electronic-metaphysics as I have so termed it, and I do not recommend messing with things if your life is running smoothly, and that is your desire. If you want wierd crap to take place in your life, then that is a horse of a different color. The reson Sarah calls me 'THAT BOY', is to tell all creation that the god of nomanclachure has one special thing in her life, and this cannot be named. She gave me a city name after claiming me out of Dogtown, and taking me to her great city. This city name is a must, or else astral realm authorities will do no less than mister Bush in this dreamworld must do to the illegal immigrants from south of the border. With a city name, in my case YANCY, meaning poka-dot or spotted circle on astral planes, I can come and go from all 12 great gates, across huge 80 lane astral highways that run in all six directions throughout our province and many countless others, although Olympia is the capital province of the astal plane, and the capital city is Sahasra Dal Kanwal, meaning, THE CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, THE ASTRAL QUEEN. I am a very large white dog, and she placed large dark round spots all over my body, yancy's. My name in Dogtown is ZERANNISS ARTHUR JONES, now my official city name is ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, however there is no time when this was or was not so, mortal mind cannot grasp that idea. The only thing to grasp is the concept that no matter what evil forces do to hurt me, the great Sarah-Stacey will never let any of u skumbags go to far, as she has placed a JOBIAL PERMISSION BARRIER on the situation, and to seal her promise of this to me, she calls me the UN-NAMED ONE, her special THAT-BOY. All the stars in the night sky have a name, but to the great one, I am 'that-boy'. So far today, they have hit me with a military air attack, telephone harassement, and a major body attack. I did not make it to the toilet completely, and oh aint this lovely, clean up time, messy, stinky , crap all over, get the picture? 20 years these dirtholes do this to me, and no doctor can find anything wrong, as there is nothing EARTHLY wrong. All my doctors tell me, Mr. Mountainpen, you could join the army. I'd like to sincerely and quite fascietiously thank the camden county prosecutors office and mister ron wirtz for all their/his wonderful help throughout much of my ordeal. I was lied to and both my mother and I were accused of being liars when we only told true and accurate accounts of things that happened to us. What I did not know back in the days of my dealings with these lovely legal counselors, was that the big picture involved in all of this was a million times bigger than anything I ever could have possibly immagined. Their is an upline multiverse above the one we all live in where a girl thought about her summers at a resort city where she came into contact with a boy she liked. This thought became this entire downline reality, and plays out here in this multiverse. This is why I am the center of everything that happens, and despite trying not to sound egotistical or insane, I am smart enough to know that I will come off this way, but I speak the truth. Would u have the testys to tell a lie like this, and involve the allmighty? Come on, gimme a friggin' break!!!!! Her 2 numbers of magic power are 7 and 12. Take the number 4 and add3 to it. Take the number 4 and multiply 3 by it. The 4 horsemen of the apocolypse represent to the mystic world earth, wind, air, and fire, and each is god over a 2 dimensional direction system, east, west, north, south. Nest and Woust are needed in a 3-D directional point, since 6 opposite directions exist. Add time, and 8 opposite directions exist, and on and on. Let me just tell you that july 12 and december 7 have been major dates for me, and major dates for nations that claim to be 'under GOD', such as the usa, which is a joke anymore of course. But7/12 and12/7 are indeed special dates between the great Sarah and myself. Subtract3 from 4 and 1 is left, ONENESS OR ZERO-DIMENSIONAL VOID INFINITY. 3 is the atomic number, the atom has the electron, the proton, and the nuetron.add 12 and 7 and you get 19. Multiply 12 and 7 and you get 84. take 19 and 84, put them together and you get orwell's big brother year, 1984. In closing today's entry, permit me to tell u that the parallel event I told you about with myself verses PHILLIES, FLYERS, AND DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, is alive and well, and this evil game of the gods is driving me out of my goddamn mind. It never can be shut off. The other day for no reason, an alarm clock in my house went off all by itself. I live alone, no one has a legal right to enter my space, this is a total violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, and this has been going on for 20 to 30 years minimum. Strange things are happening, electrical shorts, lightbulbs blowing out, clocks running way out of normal tome, some fast, some slow, and the list goes on, my hell never ends.
Every star in the sky has a name if you read the holy words, all 34 septillion of them, the great Sarah Krassle loves naming things, and you might say it is Her 'thing', as we 60's kids used to say. On astral realms, I exist as a very large dalmation dog, just accross Teck Bay from the great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on the other side of the great 100 thousand foot city wall. Dogtown is not a nice place to live. It is viscious. We bite each other, bark loud cursings at each other, and whale and houl day and night. Kalpa after kalpa, this goes on. Measured earthly, about 8,034,240 years is one kalpa. Most areas in the olympian province measures in minnina-kalpa. On higher dream-realms, this is about one nine-thousandth, thus divide roughly 8 million by 9 thousand. Few mortal fleshmen have much awareness to unscramble streams of comples dream data while they live physically, and they are better off. Mixing astral and human worlds is dangerous and foolish. It can however be done with electronic-metaphysics as I have so termed it, and I do not recommend messing with things if your life is running smoothly, and that is your desire. If you want wierd crap to take place in your life, then that is a horse of a different color. The reson Sarah calls me 'THAT BOY', is to tell all creation that the god of nomanclachure has one special thing in her life, and this cannot be named. She gave me a city name after claiming me out of Dogtown, and taking me to her great city. This city name is a must, or else astral realm authorities will do no less than mister Bush in this dreamworld must do to the illegal immigrants from south of the border. With a city name, in my case YANCY, meaning poka-dot or spotted circle on astral planes, I can come and go from all 12 great gates, across huge 80 lane astral highways that run in all six directions throughout our province and many countless others, although Olympia is the capital province of the astal plane, and the capital city is Sahasra Dal Kanwal, meaning, THE CITY OF THE GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, THE ASTRAL QUEEN. I am a very large white dog, and she placed large dark round spots all over my body, yancy's. My name in Dogtown is ZERANNISS ARTHUR JONES, now my official city name is ZERANNIS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, however there is no time when this was or was not so, mortal mind cannot grasp that idea. The only thing to grasp is the concept that no matter what evil forces do to hurt me, the great Sarah-Stacey will never let any of u skumbags go to far, as she has placed a JOBIAL PERMISSION BARRIER on the situation, and to seal her promise of this to me, she calls me the UN-NAMED ONE, her special THAT-BOY. All the stars in the night sky have a name, but to the great one, I am 'that-boy'. So far today, they have hit me with a military air attack, telephone harassement, and a major body attack. I did not make it to the toilet completely, and oh aint this lovely, clean up time, messy, stinky , crap all over, get the picture? 20 years these dirtholes do this to me, and no doctor can find anything wrong, as there is nothing EARTHLY wrong. All my doctors tell me, Mr. Mountainpen, you could join the army. I'd like to sincerely and quite fascietiously thank the camden county prosecutors office and mister ron wirtz for all their/his wonderful help throughout much of my ordeal. I was lied to and both my mother and I were accused of being liars when we only told true and accurate accounts of things that happened to us. What I did not know back in the days of my dealings with these lovely legal counselors, was that the big picture involved in all of this was a million times bigger than anything I ever could have possibly immagined. Their is an upline multiverse above the one we all live in where a girl thought about her summers at a resort city where she came into contact with a boy she liked. This thought became this entire downline reality, and plays out here in this multiverse. This is why I am the center of everything that happens, and despite trying not to sound egotistical or insane, I am smart enough to know that I will come off this way, but I speak the truth. Would u have the testys to tell a lie like this, and involve the allmighty? Come on, gimme a friggin' break!!!!! Her 2 numbers of magic power are 7 and 12. Take the number 4 and add3 to it. Take the number 4 and multiply 3 by it. The 4 horsemen of the apocolypse represent to the mystic world earth, wind, air, and fire, and each is god over a 2 dimensional direction system, east, west, north, south. Nest and Woust are needed in a 3-D directional point, since 6 opposite directions exist. Add time, and 8 opposite directions exist, and on and on. Let me just tell you that july 12 and december 7 have been major dates for me, and major dates for nations that claim to be 'under GOD', such as the usa, which is a joke anymore of course. But7/12 and12/7 are indeed special dates between the great Sarah and myself. Subtract3 from 4 and 1 is left, ONENESS OR ZERO-DIMENSIONAL VOID INFINITY. 3 is the atomic number, the atom has the electron, the proton, and the nuetron.add 12 and 7 and you get 19. Multiply 12 and 7 and you get 84. take 19 and 84, put them together and you get orwell's big brother year, 1984. In closing today's entry, permit me to tell u that the parallel event I told you about with myself verses PHILLIES, FLYERS, AND DOW JONES STOCK MARKET, is alive and well, and this evil game of the gods is driving me out of my goddamn mind. It never can be shut off. The other day for no reason, an alarm clock in my house went off all by itself. I live alone, no one has a legal right to enter my space, this is a total violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, and this has been going on for 20 to 30 years minimum. Strange things are happening, electrical shorts, lightbulbs blowing out, clocks running way out of normal tome, some fast, some slow, and the list goes on, my hell never ends.
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