Chapter 37, The Dreams Of 7/12 & 12/7

Tomorrow is the 4th of July, 2 mininna/kalpas from the human form out of my grandfather X 62, the Lord, a free and great land was independent of the great King George, of England. One mininna-kalpa, is roughly days more than 888 earth years, 888X2 = 1776, and 1776, AD, on the day of 4 July, we as the USA, won our independence from England, and so declared it to the world. AD 2664, is 3 mininna-kalpas futured from the approximate birth year of the Lord, Jesus Christ, the great Hebrew Messiah, and by the way my blood line has trickled down to less than a drop of Hebrew blood in my 5 quarts, but family lineage still counts to the great 666-man, Diabolis, as Dan Curtis of Dark Shadows, refers to this part of its name. 6 is the number out of 9 numerological digits, that all add up and pertain to this wicked dushwod, just as 7 and 12, are the two special numbers, of the all-mighty, the great SARAH STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. I was wrong on last weeks blog, another ettosian hack,/ was discussing a dream or interaction out of normal waking consciousness, and I am not doing this, the computer and diabolis are making the print weird, I am NOT DOING THIS, anyway, I said that it took place on the night of 12 December, and meant to say the seventh 7th day of the 12th month, December the 7th, I was on Tennessee Avenue in good ol' AC NJ, in the interaction, and my lovely queen came right up to me and asked me if I wanted to play a game with her called, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, that were staying at the TRINIDAD MOTEL, and she pointed up at a balcony along the street, that is not there in ordinary waking life reality. Mary Tyler Moore, the actress, was in her famous {green dress}, if you know anything about the show, and her very cool episode, for us guys anyway, with the green dress. She was standing out on the balcony and wearing the very dress, as she wore it in the TV show from 1971, and was literally a dish to behold, no comparison of course to Sarah-Stacey, but then who the hell is? I waved up at her and said to SSJKK, that guest is Mary Tyler Moore, the one who like me, should have "stayed crazy", and not remembered certain things from her past. There was a recent movie starring her called, Secrets From The Rose Garden, and if anyone know what I am talking about, they then know how the evil LAMISTS, who create lots of these coincidental plotted shows, also created through the Lifetime Television Network, the other show where the daughter is searching for her father, and the mother looks almost dead-ringered, to Sarah @ the H2O company, both LIFETIME NETWORK PRODUCTIONS, and were a real super HA-HA to me at the time, during my miserable search and quest to locate Sarah, in my mid-life, 10 years ago. Anywho, later in the same 'dream', or whatever, police were all over the Trinidad motel, and so was the dead manager from the 1960's, mister Albert Soifer, father, of one of Sarah's human world gang-friends. He was torn into pieces, and the great one said that she had been looking for me ever since I dropped out of sight after July of 1970, and he would not release my address nor telephone number to her, so she literally ripped him to shreds with her bear hands, this 6 foot 7 inch giant is built like 33 brick shit houses all rolled up into one, and could tear the entire motel apart if she wanted to. Her brother the cop, was behind covering up the crime, and cops were all over the place, gurneys, paramedic, u name it. Again, this was all in my dream interaction. However, early in the summer of 1972, all 3 people connected in helping me get away from the influence of the lamist-cult, all died of [galloping cancer], that is one hell of a Jack McCoy, COINCIDENCE. As above, so below, an oldie but goodie, in the spiritual expression department, I am not saying she did all this, but on the night of 12/ 7, the inverse of the last night that I saw her on the NJ Transit bus, at the AC NJ Bus Terminal, this marks the exact night date, July the 12th, at around 10 PM, when I escaped the faggot Mr. Reale's clutches on Cornwall Avenue, now part of the Ventnor H2O [waterworks], 2 many weird and strange coincidences and connections to be anything shy of LAMIST-CULT activity, under direct orders of 666 Diabolis. AP POLO-LUCIFER, is Diana ARTEEMUS's brother, and I love lightning with all my heart, so I won't keep saying bad shit about her black-sheep-of-the-family, turbid brother. Diana has been very nice to me this year, her lightning has been all around and near to me, when she knows how very much I need and want her in the human world, and the closest thing I can get to her while wearing this rotten fleshcoat, is the electron, the architect and designer of the universes, as it is her who runs in varying orbits around and around in circles, to decide weather something is lead, gold, or anything else. Ask any atomic scientist if I am telling it true to the doctor little Tammie. The following summer of 1997, from the 12/7/'96 interaction, I again was on her street in her city , and her friend Paula king was smoking a big cigar. In this reality, A sears store existed where the Mayflower Hotel stood until demolished in 1983, I watched the wrecking ball swing, and someday, this is a super major story that absolutely must b told. Anywho, the night of 12 July, 27 years after my last seeing Sarah and her luscious gang on the bus that night, I went to sleep in my home in Somerdale, NJ, and fell into a deep and twisted nightmare, can almost hear that astral realm dark-shadows music playing, all fans of the show know what it sounded like, when one of the characters in the show fell asleep and was about to have a dream, the gods, I can hear that music like a large hi-fi speaker held right up to my ear as I'm typing, weird man!!!!! After, Paula finished her cigar, she finger chucked it the way smokers do, and it hit a brick wall, where the Endicott motel stands to this very day, in this and many alternate realities, and before going on, I made another typo due to an ettosian Brian attack from 666 and the cool gang, I said I was in a parallel event, I meant to say I was in a parallel reality or universe, in another AC NJ, where there, I know Donna well, and she works at the medical center as a lab-technician, in Atlantic city, across Pacific Avenue from the Creasers Casino. Anywho again and again, when the cigar hit the outside wall of the Endicott Hotel, she flipped it with such incredible force that the sparks started a fire right in the cement wall, in the dream of course. Paula King is no little girl, she is way over 6 feet tall, just not as powerful and gigantic, nor quite as luscious as her friend the great Sarah-Stacey. There is much more 2 tell, regarding both interactions, but the library signal to the computer says I must be published and outta here within about 8 minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, morians and lessians alike, believe I am sick crazy nut, but all of my blog, and all of MORIANITY. After the holidays, I will start tieing pieces of all these 37 chapters, and all the meat contained therein, and when u c that all of this does indeed tie perfectly together, and how deadly & dangerous the LAMIST-CULT really is, and that the TV soap from the 1969's, D>S>, was also not created by pure random happenstance nor accident, hopefully, eventually, things even down to some of my wildest claims, will begin to not only make much more sense, but a huge light may very well go on in the world, and save humanity from something so horrific, in the nick of time, before it becomes too late, and past the point of no return. Later in July, be braced, my loyal Morians, it will strike like DIANA ARTEEMUS!!!!!!!!!! In closing today, Jack Kelly who knifed my grandfather, is yes, thee, Jack Kelly, father of Princess Grace of Monaco. I am telling the truth, right down to all things I say occurred in waking life, and altered states that do effect waking life in ways not yet understood my mankind in mid-2K6, and if I were not being absolutely truthful, I'd b afraid of being sued for slander, and I can back up all that I say, this is why none of these flockducking turds come after me legally, as they know beyond the shit hole of a doubt, that I would counter sue to the high smelling sulfur fields in north west nest Dogtown, and the horrible suburbs out beyond that, a story 4 another time, all about the DOGTOWN PADDLEBOX PRISONS, located in these awful regions. BYE BYE 4 now, brown eyed KAL. PS, there is a religion, about 70,000 strong, where u can check out some of my wild against their belief systems, it is called, ECKANKAR