Chapter 47 The Cooking Channel Comes to Morianity
Did u know that u can have 2 batches of a stew cooking side by side on your stove, and if u add one ingredient to one, in order to maintain the exact taste in the other stew, u must now add the exact amount of the exact ingredient u just put into pot A. Even if 1000 complex ingredients in all sorts of pinch amounts are part of the recipe, add salt to pot A at the very end, but not to pot B, and the 2 stews will taste differently, all it took, was one small change, in an otherwise precise A/B mix so to speak. So how the H.E. Double Hockey sticks does that fit into the subject and wild and weird complexities of the Morianity Bible? Frighteningly monstrously simple friends and fiends. Our lovely nation is in the precise total duplication of the Roman Empire, all things basically that were going down with them, leading to their eventual fall and doom, are all going down with us here in the
good old US of A, that is for one thing they had that we do not have. They had what we here and now refer to Pagonistic religious belief systems, verses our beliefs in {one God{. Should what I totally know to be true, regarding the fact that our so-called one God, Jehovah of the bible, ever B exposed for being less than the truth to what is really going on with and around us homo sapiens, boom ding-dong crash zap pal, and Adam West Batman: we would then B doomed, and the salt would B added to the stew, the final ingredient of this scary mix, and then it's good-by to all of this.
The enemy gave me a nightmare weekend, a nightmare week, made July of oh six, the most horrific 31 day period in 51 and 2/3 years of my human Mountain pen life, as I know it in this physicality. U may wonder why I look younger than my years, yet am going through more stress than a US President during wartime and depression combined. And yes, that is not me long ago, just a year or so ago, when I went to a Kinkys to get my photo taken for a computer J-Picture Element Graphic, so I could use it on blogs or dating clubs, or wherever. My eye doctor a few years back said to me, "so tell me, how do U manage to look so ridiculously young?" I told him, a Dr. Reda, ofDelran, NJ, what I know will tell to this
Blogianity: Whatever I hate and do not want, is attracted into my proximity, and whatever I love or like, and do want, is repelled from my proximity, and both with clockwork precision, as I seemingly have power to literally speak things and events, people, places, things, and whatever, right into and out of existence. I love rain, it is sunny. I like to go and B left alone at the beach, and teen queens like Sarahs gang, even all through my forties, come up and flirt with me, none of this is one bit fucking natural, and I want to get old and die more than anything, just to get the hell outtahere, so what else but the reverse happens, I seemingly stay looking youthful and never seem to get to die. I know I have died, fatal heart attacks one recently at my work site, fatal auto crashes, electrocution, drowning, poisoning, I was shot to death, knifed to death right after Sarah turned 100 by worldly calendar system, and the list goes on and on and on.
Don't believe I am being messed with and hacked, huh? Then Y is even my computer guru, Mister Edwin Landhower Shometon, unable to get 2 the bottom of the blog on www.blogger.com, the way some of the chapters in it are all weird and screwed up, half a line, one or two words on a line, something out of the "men from Saturn- Colony 888MK? Just look at it for Crissake! And we cannot ever stop it. These skun behind their evil {Wall Street} are totally behind making my life total hell, wrecking in totality, a persons' entire life, for no more reason other than their mercenary avericious, greedy, money-power thirsty, sic and
twisted personal gain, or their Gains, sweet little Donna!!!!! Yeah, I do not know where my 16 year old woman is Mister Burger, but Rado and Ragni, and their long HAIR, have a nightmare story to them that is unspeakable, leading straight to the WTC and the horrific 9/11 and how anyone can sleep at night profiting off this twisted inhumanity, through making billions on this movie, my tiny simple mind cannot crawl into that type of selfishness averishness. And then whom does the CIA, NSA, and other souper BFA's persecute, a loyal true Emmie-Aimy Blue Madonna blue, citizen, whose grandparents grandparents, friends of Ben Franklin, all together helped to frame this country and our constitution, our founding fathers. Funny that I actually knew my gramps, Mr. Sam Huntington very well 2 and 1/2 centuries ago, when I was Mr. Franklin. Hyperspacial existence is just too complicated to try and tackle today, as 2 much other shit needs B told today. I begin by taking this time
to sincerely thank the most wonderful and understanding lady on this sin-cursed ball of solid hurl, for helping me break the enemy hackers attempts to thwart my publishing and up-loading of my blog on 2 separate occasions. She is a very busy professional person, with far more, in an Earthly sense, important things to do and B concerned with, yet she dropped it all like a ten ton sack, to help me get my blog up-loaded, twice. Only her physical beauty slightly supercedes her inward beauty, and she will B nameless for reasons of protection. Cannot stop the all-knowing sixth dimension from knowing the omniscience of realities, but 4 the lower level enemies influenced ettosianically, to work underneath them, will insist on protecting her identity. Not all Lamistskum, as I've recently added a syllable to their named order, R anywhere near as powerful, as they would like for me to believe. Gods do not share that much with their cohorts and co-conspirators. They share an infinitesimal fraction of their power, with some of them, but always in an [interruption channel]or otherwise, the ion again/off again-ness of so-called outer worldly supernatural powers, could not keep their necessary [doubt factor], that these gods insist on, as
remember, they R us in this lower reality, and they do not wanna get onto the reality here, of whom they really R there, and especially the [impossibility of ever reaching oblivion] truths, to ever B within their human grasp, as they exist as and through us in our lower beingness.
I took a supernatural hellsiege from these twisted sick games playing gods over the weekend while trying my best to do a good job at my work side this past weekend. Just past nine and a half ante' meridian on Sunday morning, a huge poison kemtrail went over my site, just to
the west, spreading out and causing severe tonsillitis, which human world doctors, all under total etteosionic control and manipulation, will never remove my tonsils, so as to work as a conspiracy to keep me in physical discomfort and sometimes agony, ever since I turned
seventeen years old. These poisons in the cloud spread out and cause many different things to many different people, whatever and whomever the givers of this attack, are trying to hurt and in what way, is dependent on the type of poisonous kemtrail that these wicked bastards use up in the sky, or as I jokingly refer to the sky as SK----Y?, or Sarah Krassle, WHY? Y do U allow this evil dushwod subskummites to hurt your [that-boy]. so damn much, and can't U C that when I was younger down on your street in the 1960's, I did not mean to ever hurt U in any way, I loved U more than my life, ya ditsy teen queen. The first day
that U smiled at me when we were 10 years old, I was coming out of the Trinidad Motel on Tennessee Avenue, leaving the lobby at 6 AM to walk up to the ramp at the boardwalk so that I could rent a bicycle 4 a couple hours and ride the boards from Captain Starns to Longport, over and over. But all through the bike ride, and all day at the beach with my mom, and Ziggy, and all his buddies, it was U that I thought about, and your lovely smile, that would brighten up any rainy day. You only got more ravishing with every passing year as I saw U with your girlfriends, summer after summer, over a 5 year period, 1965-1968 at the motel, and then in '69 when I came down alone by bus to C my buddy Ziggy. The final year in '70 was when I was staying with your aunt Vicci's boyfriend, the bisexual whom molested me at his Cornwall Avenue property in Ventnor, NJ, the town to the south of AC, NJ. All winter long for nearly 10 months each year, I thought of nothing but U. Your special smile, that I am convinced other boys also must have seen, and written songs about, U have many admirers who have written songs about U. Mine only made it to the number one position in the independent country music charts in 1998, and for one week, when Linda Ronstadts' girlfriends song, knocked mine off. If U think for a second that I ever forgot U, nor did not love U, then U really do not know your [That-Boy], as well as you do when I am your huge dalmatian dog in your great city, Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Thank U so very much 4 taking me out of Dogtown, and fighting 2 keep me, with your very argumentative parents, as they have both made it well known to me, that they want me far away from U. They even totally made me forget U, shortly after the 70s came in, but U had other plans 4 me, right down to telling all of this 2 the world, and create a foundation someday called MORIANITY FOUNDATION. Also, U want me to write the MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM THREE, and I follow your commands, my lovely teen queen, oh great goddess Jupiter, daughter of NeptuneJupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious. Your full names give U a name-number of 30, very special to me as time running backward in Hollywood showed me in his [Made in Heaven] movie in 1988. Also 30
when you total up all digits from one to thirty is 465, and month 4 in century twenty year of 64, or April/'65,,[4/65], is when the Traymore Hotel, in AC, NJ, cancelled my mom's reservations' that she had just made back in March of 1965, for our second year to stay there on our vacation, but U fixed it that gthe hotel in the area of our room, was
unavailable due to a renovation project or similar thing if memory properly is serving me over ettosian powers of confusion. So we just went down that late June day in 1965, hopped a cab, and told the cabby to take us to any place that he felt there may B a vacancy. Seems
he had a friend, Larry, a big black dude, super helluvanice guy, that was the bellhop for the Trinidad, and this is how it all began from there.
Back to my vicious weekend attack, milituforce all over me last week and weekend, choppers and planes, that kem that caused my painful tonsolitus that no one will fix, and I cannot get any lawyer to believe that a huge consperacy exists to keep me in constant pain and misery, it is straight fucking out of a mix of Steven King and Alfred Hitchkock combination,
or as will B referred in future blogs as the SKAHCO, for abbreviation, as it perfectly pronounces as well. Strange how Mr. King, distant cousin by the way to the late 'John', and big Paula, started his N&DS crap on when else but good ol' 12 July. The 3-9 life cycle needs B discussed too 4 a quick seck. 3,9,27,81, these are major periods where all human life cycles in ways that only all of U can C if U look carefully at your own lives. 27 is the number of electricity or the subatomic particle that we humans call the electron, as their R roughly six quintillion of these particles in one amperage {AMP} of electricity. Do not even try to grasp a number like this, as there are far less inches in a light year, even a parsec, than this. Anyway, about the siege at work, after the huge disapaiting kemtrail, came loud choppers and loud CIA/NSA planes, double decker planes, and on and on. After it
stopped, one of the workers, who always brings his dog with him, was driving around the place in a truck, and I saw his Great Dane dog, and as I always do, get out to pet him, and say hi. The bitch turned on me, growled, and used his paul to gice me kick like punches in my chest, and then ran off. When I told his owner of the dogs' strange behavior a half hour later, he was stymied. But I followed him and as we came near to his dog, the dog knew it had done something, and would not come to his master, nor follow commands, and this is a friendly and obedient dog. All I am going to say here is, motherfuckers, I am totally onto what U R doing to me, and the human race in general, and I will fight U pricks until U manage to suck 5 quarts of my blood out of my puny pathetic whittle ugly body. Bring it on hammermoms, bring it on, as my letters to the feds R in the friggin' mail, and ever though I know that I'll get no where, I also am well aware of the fact that U dirtholes hate this type of exposure. Eat me, Doctor Steckle!!!!!!
Christianity, in all that it preaches and believes, is textbook psychotic. Because it is accepted by many, and was around long before psychiatry was, it is ok. But let me come along, and the book kills me before I can even get started. It would matter none if I raised everyone up from a cemetery this afternoon. Remember the Charmed Cleaners Effect, that I will refer for short in future blogs, to, the [CCE], not the C&E post from 1988 where I was guarding and messed with the [don't come down 2 your shoes] jerk-offs!!!!! More about the 3 and 9 Life Cycle reality that few know and understand.July 12 of 1970, let us keep adding exactly 9 years to this. Donna Summer made a deal with Sarh-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle on 7/12/79. On 7/12/88, someone sabotaged my auto, and when I drove out of the golden Nugget Casino, it broke literally in half, the real axle had ben messed with, and I
ended up in the bay, and charged with points on my license and insurance, costing me thousands in increased premiums and thousands to purchase another piecashitter/clunker. Then a huge interaction occurred when I went to bed in my Somerdale,New Jersey home on the night or early morning around 2 AM of 7/12/97, and Paula King was in it, but I never did more than surface scratch this dream, just told u about how she fingered chucked a large cigar, but where the Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar stand here in this world, there is a NJ State Police station, there. They arrested me after I saw Paula do this, even when I said to them that she did it. They put me in Frank Cakllio's squad car, and drove me onto huge astral plane highways, 80 lanes in each opposing direction, and into a place in Dogtown, that I am too scared to tell much of it 2 u. It was more horrible than anything speakable, as u could be cut into thousands of pieces, but remain alive with each piece throbbing and
bleeding and messed up, yet you are there and aware, and there is so much more hell, the Paddlebox Prison System, where you are put into a huge pinball machine and become like a body shaped pinball, bouncing and gingling and being hit by giant flippers made of jagged edged cut glass, blood everywhere, but it goes on for what seems 40 earth years, you never can die out and away from it, the worst of all of it is theweed cutting yards, as it is 130 degrees with a sky filled with 20 suns blarring down on you and frying you like nothing U could ever
fathom, unless U remember being in this hell. You're given these 70 pound huge sheers, and placed in 3000 acre fields of thick 3 foot high weeds, that you must cut down in one dogtown day, a period of about 50 of our earth revolution days here in human-life realms. Then of course 9 years later from this hellish hell on 7/12/96, or 36 years, or 4 life-9-cycles, as some statisticians refer to this as, comes 7/12/2006, when the 2 dudes were kidnapped in the middle east, and they R playing this way down, right down to their fixed and controlled Wall Street. It is only flying up because they're literally friggin torturing and tormenting my life to unfathomable extremes, and on top of that, I just replaced my broken car stereo with another one not 2 weeks ago, and kafrikinbang, they busted the bitch again, same exact shit, tape won't go into the mechanism, so sue me, I love the old days, and I love my cassette tapes, screw all this digital crap, cell phones, people talking to themselves or so it appears in grocery stores, palm pilots, digital audio/video junk, all unnatural, and it breaks more than the analog stuff, as it is way more sensitive to what the enemy is able to do to it. Now I gotta go back to the store and waste a day getting a replacement, and U R asking me why their dirt bag stock market goes up in three digits for 2 back to back weeks, and is climbing to the moon? All has to do with the parallel event of torturing poor whittle friggin' pathetic me. How can U seriously rationalize a raising market during a major middle-eastern crises? U cannot, U know it, U know I'm right in all my claims if U've been following my life on MB, and U may on varying levels of conscious mind, attempt to play games about it, how can I not B speaking the total absolute truth, and only the damn truth? Crissake, I mention the Hammonton ice cream Parlor, it's gone along with Turnersville Pathmark where my mom and I were terroristically threatened just 2 weeks after my Sarah's 100th birthday. I welcomed my phase-4 Viqueen to the world, and no more super-ex girlfriends, all promotions stop, boom on a dime. Do I really have to convince U? U either won't listen and believe, because U don't want 2, or U R a believer by now, and I love you brother/sister, and true Morian.
Yes, my blog is long today, and I have not started to elucidate the injustices being done to me, day after day, all my fickin' life!!!! 3 people tried to save my life in the seventies, and get me away and safe from the Lamists, but they followed me to Newton Creek in West Collingswood, NJ, an old haunt of the late Mister Horrowits, uugee, short for Eugene, the great Michae; Landon the actor, as most of U non locals to that area, know him by. 1 Helluva cool dude. Anyway, Bob Pincus, Albert Soifer, and Zigmund Malyska, all in the summertime anyway, from AC,NJ, running or managing establishments, motels, soda shops, or in the case of my real good buddy, Ziggy, the out there and having' a good time in sun and surf. Ziggy found out that they were planning to make me a Lamist, and warned me to go home, as he one day in late June of 1970, kept repeating this phrase over and over again, [go home, go home, go home[, and just would not tell me more, but the friggin' expression on his face, did all the rest of the talking for him. All 3 of these peolple said it 2 me, Pinky did not believe me at first, and Thomas J-Fag Reale, warned me that if I told about shit, nobody would believe me, but he was not counting on Ziggy. Al Soifer was friends with lots of the Vi-queens, even caught him romantically kissing lots of them, and their friends, friends of his own friggin' daugther Nena Soifer, for crissake, but he loved, as the Donald does, all the trashy young stuff. He acted filthy, kissing them publically in the lobby of the hotel. Many a klate afternoon when I'd walk by on the South side of Tennessee Avenue, I'd look accross at Mister Liplocks. Revolting. Anyway, his son presently is in charge of the Ocean City, New Jerset Recreational Department, and knows little or any of the stuff that went on back then, as most boys have their own friends and piers and social life, but he did know the Callio gang of beauties, just as I know that Chester Perkowski, mentioned on prior blogs, also knew of the, although he veheminantly denies this to me. An error I discovered on the blog mentioning the letter I received from Chester, it was not secretary of defence, I meant to say the present time then Secretary of State, MacNamarra, and I spelled his name way off, and still may not B spelling it right, but it is pronounceable at least with this spelling. So maybe the cooking channel is serving up better food for your body today, but hopefully, using a human expression, I"m serving up better food 4 your isness of being, [SOUL]. Now 4 some of the reasons for my most recent HELLDEATHSIEGES:
I would have forever forgotten a dream I had, by your way of seeing things, but did not. It was not meant for me 2 forget this recent dream that occurred late last week, Thursday night last I believe. Some one was thanking me for some lovely flowers that I had sent to them, a
lady, a record company executive in the A&R Department, the dudes and dudesses that listen to new talent. She went onto bring a huge man named Lou, 7 feet tall, into the room, and they were telling me how fantastic a song I wrote in the year 2000, was. They just :had to
have it, it was gonna B a huge hit, we'd all make tens of megabucks, and on et el and etcetera" I know now the song from the way they described it in the dream, even though I cannot actually pull up in my waking mind, them referring to the song by its name. Even know who they would B in the waking world, as U think of this as. But without some half
drunk nincompoop calling up a request line at a local oldies radio station, and requesting that great oldie by Leslie Gore, called, "You Don't Own Me", and my somehow just turning the radio on and hearing it, as the song has some similar chord changes in it that directly
triggered memory of the forgotten dream, the dream to me here in this life, would have been forever lost, and some really big shit that Otammskum & Milituforce does not want me into, would never have had even a snowball's Hell-chance, to have occurred. I will try now to continue, and remember, as much as I can, took a fucking hack again, even though I am on the floppy, someone blocked the warning that 5 minutes were left on the library computer, next thing I knew, boom, blank screen and shit gone. U can really C that just as I told U on prior blogs, the milituforce uses a motive program, and does what is must to keep me away from doing, even talking about MUSIC, it is a super no-no, me and music. They almost screwed me out of my dream, now they screw me out of a couple of very important blog paragraphs, that I'll do my best to reconstruct. One thing I must tell U is that these bastards PUNISH. Do what they don't want, G E T P U N I S H E D. It does not matter what good 4ces influenced the song to get played, or me to turn to that station at work at that time, it happened, and my interaction was restored. 2 hours later, as my car stereo is the old AM/FM/Cassette type, as I play cassettes, boombingbang, and nightnurse, the tape player in the car breaks, after just getting it put in about 2 weeks
ago. Brand new in the box, at a large known department store. No reason for this to have occurred. Too late pricks, as I remember the lady thanking me for sending her flowers, and called in a man named Lou to join us in a room, he was 7 feet tall and thin, a dude you c once and do not forget. They were raving about the song, insisting I sign up with their recording label, and although the song never was mentioned by name, I know by the way they described the why's in A&R lingo, of what would make it a huge hit recording, and know which of the many songs that I"ve written since I was a pre-teen boy, song that indeed these 2
record executives were referring 2. Speaking of direct hacks, ettosian attacks, typos, and the sort, I meant to say an ettosian BRAIN attack, not a Brian attack, back about a dozen chapters or so in Blogianity. Me getting involved musically is a no-no, and they won't permit it, they honest to the gods would end the world, rather than allow me to get a
musical career, but they're in 4 one helluva friggin' fight, as I know how 2 reach both these people in daily life, I KNOW WHO THEY ARE AND WHERE THEY ARE, and I know the right person to go 2 in order 2 get 2 them, and will B implementing my plan when this friggin' heat wave ever breaks. I cannot totally despise heat, as it does tend to bring my lovely lightning around me, and on her number last month, the 27th of July, 27 is a number that is very pertanent to electrons, but she personally informed me in 1984, in a super vivid dream/interaction, that indeed, this is my number, 27, and she showed it to me with a huge red plasma lightning bolt, U do not forget stuff like this. Back to music, many of my songs are unknown on the human realm, written by both me and others, and in some cases co-written by astral entities along with me. I know that 2 most people, this all sounds as totally wacked as wack can get, but that is because you have never been shot and drowned and smashed
to shit in car crashes, and don't die, godsdamn U all, this hell is real and forever, it never will stop. If U won't believe me, then don't, I cannot force the issue, but I know what I know, I have been there/done that, and simply put, by the way U think on your level, you have not, so U won't believe the terrible eternal plight that I find myself in. As for my getting ding-dong hammered after remembering my dream as I'd call it, then the broken stereo, then the huge next day attack in the air, they also blew out my bowells and body in general, kem siege, all types of air siege, even got an otherwise normally friendly dog to attack me, and later he ran away from his owner, as it knew something on some level was wrong. I could go into even worse and more horrific nightmarish details on who and what and all of the juicy stuff, but it is not my intent for the blog at this time. There are places in Dogtown where gods are resting up, only to walk out of the Paddlebox Prison and enter our
worldly life in ways more scarey than any of your movies, and I'. keeping up with what goes down in Hollywood. Getting close to shit that's happening with me with your August thriller computer movie, but U still do not grasp the real Y's to the goings on of these pukeswallowing regirgatators. All of everything is but a game to distract us in all forms and on all realms from remembering and knowing that there is never ever any oblivion, we endlessly go on in everlasting existing hell. Just cause the great DJT of NY & AC, NJ, can manage to take a short tiny whittle vacation from his true hell, in big picture, he endlessly suffers with what we all do, and believe poor whittle Hell's Messenger, or not, it is the truth, so help me SSJKK.
7 dimensions endlessly are relative and in a relationship with the one true and real zero-dimensional void infinity. There is a less than nothing to a nothing force that makes lawtrons, and this force is not what I am here today 2 talk to U about, another time and place Donna, OK, Mr. King. Try to C the nightmare of endless dots on a huge wheel and then a room of these endless wheels on a new dot, and the zero dimension and less than zero or [uncreation], works together creating lawtrons, that create thought [6-D] dimensional existance at infinity, and this thought or sixth dimension from our 3-d world reference, then creates many many multiverses. Entities travel in and out of many things, but cannot control the 6th dimension, as this is the energy of the lawtrons, and lawtron energy is more in a tiny area of a rug in a single room, looking at this humanly, than every bit of any created/downlined realms of any form or types of existence. This universe and all of its gogalplexes of parallel 5th dimensional hyperspacial realities, is all leess than in total energy and physical size, than the very smallest particle or wave of any type or form could ever be, coming from an upline world that created it and them, and this why the system operates as it does, and Y there is only one real void infinity, but many of all of the 7 possible dimensions.
I could go on forever, but time says, screw U buddy, you godda get oudahere, so in closing, just know that I still have npt slightly scratched peachfuzz off the great iceberg that sent the Titanic to the Kanwal Avenue Palace, belonging to the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge
Krassle. The friend who gave me the Masonic family lineage chart that proves who I am and that Jeasus was a half brother to me 62 generations ago, U know that I will swear in any court that he was murdered by a total jagoff named Jonathin Schau, slowly poisoned him to his death, after lodge meetings, when they'd go to eat out at a diner. Another person David Charles Roth hung with years backin the mid and late 1960's, was a systems anaylist named Wilbur McAfee, if I am spelling his name correctly, there is a huge story to tell u-all about all of this, and yes, this is the now famous computer software virus protection writer. They would go with other dudes down to the island LBI, in NJ, where my gramps had his boys camp before the second world war. Much much 2 tell, so stay tuned.
good old US of A, that is for one thing they had that we do not have. They had what we here and now refer to Pagonistic religious belief systems, verses our beliefs in {one God{. Should what I totally know to be true, regarding the fact that our so-called one God, Jehovah of the bible, ever B exposed for being less than the truth to what is really going on with and around us homo sapiens, boom ding-dong crash zap pal, and Adam West Batman: we would then B doomed, and the salt would B added to the stew, the final ingredient of this scary mix, and then it's good-by to all of this.
The enemy gave me a nightmare weekend, a nightmare week, made July of oh six, the most horrific 31 day period in 51 and 2/3 years of my human Mountain pen life, as I know it in this physicality. U may wonder why I look younger than my years, yet am going through more stress than a US President during wartime and depression combined. And yes, that is not me long ago, just a year or so ago, when I went to a Kinkys to get my photo taken for a computer J-Picture Element Graphic, so I could use it on blogs or dating clubs, or wherever. My eye doctor a few years back said to me, "so tell me, how do U manage to look so ridiculously young?" I told him, a Dr. Reda, ofDelran, NJ, what I know will tell to this
Blogianity: Whatever I hate and do not want, is attracted into my proximity, and whatever I love or like, and do want, is repelled from my proximity, and both with clockwork precision, as I seemingly have power to literally speak things and events, people, places, things, and whatever, right into and out of existence. I love rain, it is sunny. I like to go and B left alone at the beach, and teen queens like Sarahs gang, even all through my forties, come up and flirt with me, none of this is one bit fucking natural, and I want to get old and die more than anything, just to get the hell outtahere, so what else but the reverse happens, I seemingly stay looking youthful and never seem to get to die. I know I have died, fatal heart attacks one recently at my work site, fatal auto crashes, electrocution, drowning, poisoning, I was shot to death, knifed to death right after Sarah turned 100 by worldly calendar system, and the list goes on and on and on.
Don't believe I am being messed with and hacked, huh? Then Y is even my computer guru, Mister Edwin Landhower Shometon, unable to get 2 the bottom of the blog on www.blogger.com, the way some of the chapters in it are all weird and screwed up, half a line, one or two words on a line, something out of the "men from Saturn- Colony 888MK? Just look at it for Crissake! And we cannot ever stop it. These skun behind their evil {Wall Street} are totally behind making my life total hell, wrecking in totality, a persons' entire life, for no more reason other than their mercenary avericious, greedy, money-power thirsty, sic and
twisted personal gain, or their Gains, sweet little Donna!!!!! Yeah, I do not know where my 16 year old woman is Mister Burger, but Rado and Ragni, and their long HAIR, have a nightmare story to them that is unspeakable, leading straight to the WTC and the horrific 9/11 and how anyone can sleep at night profiting off this twisted inhumanity, through making billions on this movie, my tiny simple mind cannot crawl into that type of selfishness averishness. And then whom does the CIA, NSA, and other souper BFA's persecute, a loyal true Emmie-Aimy Blue Madonna blue, citizen, whose grandparents grandparents, friends of Ben Franklin, all together helped to frame this country and our constitution, our founding fathers. Funny that I actually knew my gramps, Mr. Sam Huntington very well 2 and 1/2 centuries ago, when I was Mr. Franklin. Hyperspacial existence is just too complicated to try and tackle today, as 2 much other shit needs B told today. I begin by taking this time
to sincerely thank the most wonderful and understanding lady on this sin-cursed ball of solid hurl, for helping me break the enemy hackers attempts to thwart my publishing and up-loading of my blog on 2 separate occasions. She is a very busy professional person, with far more, in an Earthly sense, important things to do and B concerned with, yet she dropped it all like a ten ton sack, to help me get my blog up-loaded, twice. Only her physical beauty slightly supercedes her inward beauty, and she will B nameless for reasons of protection. Cannot stop the all-knowing sixth dimension from knowing the omniscience of realities, but 4 the lower level enemies influenced ettosianically, to work underneath them, will insist on protecting her identity. Not all Lamistskum, as I've recently added a syllable to their named order, R anywhere near as powerful, as they would like for me to believe. Gods do not share that much with their cohorts and co-conspirators. They share an infinitesimal fraction of their power, with some of them, but always in an [interruption channel]or otherwise, the ion again/off again-ness of so-called outer worldly supernatural powers, could not keep their necessary [doubt factor], that these gods insist on, as
remember, they R us in this lower reality, and they do not wanna get onto the reality here, of whom they really R there, and especially the [impossibility of ever reaching oblivion] truths, to ever B within their human grasp, as they exist as and through us in our lower beingness.
I took a supernatural hellsiege from these twisted sick games playing gods over the weekend while trying my best to do a good job at my work side this past weekend. Just past nine and a half ante' meridian on Sunday morning, a huge poison kemtrail went over my site, just to
the west, spreading out and causing severe tonsillitis, which human world doctors, all under total etteosionic control and manipulation, will never remove my tonsils, so as to work as a conspiracy to keep me in physical discomfort and sometimes agony, ever since I turned
seventeen years old. These poisons in the cloud spread out and cause many different things to many different people, whatever and whomever the givers of this attack, are trying to hurt and in what way, is dependent on the type of poisonous kemtrail that these wicked bastards use up in the sky, or as I jokingly refer to the sky as SK----Y?, or Sarah Krassle, WHY? Y do U allow this evil dushwod subskummites to hurt your [that-boy]. so damn much, and can't U C that when I was younger down on your street in the 1960's, I did not mean to ever hurt U in any way, I loved U more than my life, ya ditsy teen queen. The first day
that U smiled at me when we were 10 years old, I was coming out of the Trinidad Motel on Tennessee Avenue, leaving the lobby at 6 AM to walk up to the ramp at the boardwalk so that I could rent a bicycle 4 a couple hours and ride the boards from Captain Starns to Longport, over and over. But all through the bike ride, and all day at the beach with my mom, and Ziggy, and all his buddies, it was U that I thought about, and your lovely smile, that would brighten up any rainy day. You only got more ravishing with every passing year as I saw U with your girlfriends, summer after summer, over a 5 year period, 1965-1968 at the motel, and then in '69 when I came down alone by bus to C my buddy Ziggy. The final year in '70 was when I was staying with your aunt Vicci's boyfriend, the bisexual whom molested me at his Cornwall Avenue property in Ventnor, NJ, the town to the south of AC, NJ. All winter long for nearly 10 months each year, I thought of nothing but U. Your special smile, that I am convinced other boys also must have seen, and written songs about, U have many admirers who have written songs about U. Mine only made it to the number one position in the independent country music charts in 1998, and for one week, when Linda Ronstadts' girlfriends song, knocked mine off. If U think for a second that I ever forgot U, nor did not love U, then U really do not know your [That-Boy], as well as you do when I am your huge dalmatian dog in your great city, Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Thank U so very much 4 taking me out of Dogtown, and fighting 2 keep me, with your very argumentative parents, as they have both made it well known to me, that they want me far away from U. They even totally made me forget U, shortly after the 70s came in, but U had other plans 4 me, right down to telling all of this 2 the world, and create a foundation someday called MORIANITY FOUNDATION. Also, U want me to write the MORIANITY BIBLE FOR MILLENNIUM THREE, and I follow your commands, my lovely teen queen, oh great goddess Jupiter, daughter of NeptuneJupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious. Your full names give U a name-number of 30, very special to me as time running backward in Hollywood showed me in his [Made in Heaven] movie in 1988. Also 30
when you total up all digits from one to thirty is 465, and month 4 in century twenty year of 64, or April/'65,,[4/65], is when the Traymore Hotel, in AC, NJ, cancelled my mom's reservations' that she had just made back in March of 1965, for our second year to stay there on our vacation, but U fixed it that gthe hotel in the area of our room, was
unavailable due to a renovation project or similar thing if memory properly is serving me over ettosian powers of confusion. So we just went down that late June day in 1965, hopped a cab, and told the cabby to take us to any place that he felt there may B a vacancy. Seems
he had a friend, Larry, a big black dude, super helluvanice guy, that was the bellhop for the Trinidad, and this is how it all began from there.
Back to my vicious weekend attack, milituforce all over me last week and weekend, choppers and planes, that kem that caused my painful tonsolitus that no one will fix, and I cannot get any lawyer to believe that a huge consperacy exists to keep me in constant pain and misery, it is straight fucking out of a mix of Steven King and Alfred Hitchkock combination,
or as will B referred in future blogs as the SKAHCO, for abbreviation, as it perfectly pronounces as well. Strange how Mr. King, distant cousin by the way to the late 'John', and big Paula, started his N&DS crap on when else but good ol' 12 July. The 3-9 life cycle needs B discussed too 4 a quick seck. 3,9,27,81, these are major periods where all human life cycles in ways that only all of U can C if U look carefully at your own lives. 27 is the number of electricity or the subatomic particle that we humans call the electron, as their R roughly six quintillion of these particles in one amperage {AMP} of electricity. Do not even try to grasp a number like this, as there are far less inches in a light year, even a parsec, than this. Anyway, about the siege at work, after the huge disapaiting kemtrail, came loud choppers and loud CIA/NSA planes, double decker planes, and on and on. After it
stopped, one of the workers, who always brings his dog with him, was driving around the place in a truck, and I saw his Great Dane dog, and as I always do, get out to pet him, and say hi. The bitch turned on me, growled, and used his paul to gice me kick like punches in my chest, and then ran off. When I told his owner of the dogs' strange behavior a half hour later, he was stymied. But I followed him and as we came near to his dog, the dog knew it had done something, and would not come to his master, nor follow commands, and this is a friendly and obedient dog. All I am going to say here is, motherfuckers, I am totally onto what U R doing to me, and the human race in general, and I will fight U pricks until U manage to suck 5 quarts of my blood out of my puny pathetic whittle ugly body. Bring it on hammermoms, bring it on, as my letters to the feds R in the friggin' mail, and ever though I know that I'll get no where, I also am well aware of the fact that U dirtholes hate this type of exposure. Eat me, Doctor Steckle!!!!!!
Christianity, in all that it preaches and believes, is textbook psychotic. Because it is accepted by many, and was around long before psychiatry was, it is ok. But let me come along, and the book kills me before I can even get started. It would matter none if I raised everyone up from a cemetery this afternoon. Remember the Charmed Cleaners Effect, that I will refer for short in future blogs, to, the [CCE], not the C&E post from 1988 where I was guarding and messed with the [don't come down 2 your shoes] jerk-offs!!!!! More about the 3 and 9 Life Cycle reality that few know and understand.July 12 of 1970, let us keep adding exactly 9 years to this. Donna Summer made a deal with Sarh-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle on 7/12/79. On 7/12/88, someone sabotaged my auto, and when I drove out of the golden Nugget Casino, it broke literally in half, the real axle had ben messed with, and I
ended up in the bay, and charged with points on my license and insurance, costing me thousands in increased premiums and thousands to purchase another piecashitter/clunker. Then a huge interaction occurred when I went to bed in my Somerdale,New Jersey home on the night or early morning around 2 AM of 7/12/97, and Paula King was in it, but I never did more than surface scratch this dream, just told u about how she fingered chucked a large cigar, but where the Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar stand here in this world, there is a NJ State Police station, there. They arrested me after I saw Paula do this, even when I said to them that she did it. They put me in Frank Cakllio's squad car, and drove me onto huge astral plane highways, 80 lanes in each opposing direction, and into a place in Dogtown, that I am too scared to tell much of it 2 u. It was more horrible than anything speakable, as u could be cut into thousands of pieces, but remain alive with each piece throbbing and
bleeding and messed up, yet you are there and aware, and there is so much more hell, the Paddlebox Prison System, where you are put into a huge pinball machine and become like a body shaped pinball, bouncing and gingling and being hit by giant flippers made of jagged edged cut glass, blood everywhere, but it goes on for what seems 40 earth years, you never can die out and away from it, the worst of all of it is theweed cutting yards, as it is 130 degrees with a sky filled with 20 suns blarring down on you and frying you like nothing U could ever
fathom, unless U remember being in this hell. You're given these 70 pound huge sheers, and placed in 3000 acre fields of thick 3 foot high weeds, that you must cut down in one dogtown day, a period of about 50 of our earth revolution days here in human-life realms. Then of course 9 years later from this hellish hell on 7/12/96, or 36 years, or 4 life-9-cycles, as some statisticians refer to this as, comes 7/12/2006, when the 2 dudes were kidnapped in the middle east, and they R playing this way down, right down to their fixed and controlled Wall Street. It is only flying up because they're literally friggin torturing and tormenting my life to unfathomable extremes, and on top of that, I just replaced my broken car stereo with another one not 2 weeks ago, and kafrikinbang, they busted the bitch again, same exact shit, tape won't go into the mechanism, so sue me, I love the old days, and I love my cassette tapes, screw all this digital crap, cell phones, people talking to themselves or so it appears in grocery stores, palm pilots, digital audio/video junk, all unnatural, and it breaks more than the analog stuff, as it is way more sensitive to what the enemy is able to do to it. Now I gotta go back to the store and waste a day getting a replacement, and U R asking me why their dirt bag stock market goes up in three digits for 2 back to back weeks, and is climbing to the moon? All has to do with the parallel event of torturing poor whittle friggin' pathetic me. How can U seriously rationalize a raising market during a major middle-eastern crises? U cannot, U know it, U know I'm right in all my claims if U've been following my life on MB, and U may on varying levels of conscious mind, attempt to play games about it, how can I not B speaking the total absolute truth, and only the damn truth? Crissake, I mention the Hammonton ice cream Parlor, it's gone along with Turnersville Pathmark where my mom and I were terroristically threatened just 2 weeks after my Sarah's 100th birthday. I welcomed my phase-4 Viqueen to the world, and no more super-ex girlfriends, all promotions stop, boom on a dime. Do I really have to convince U? U either won't listen and believe, because U don't want 2, or U R a believer by now, and I love you brother/sister, and true Morian.
Yes, my blog is long today, and I have not started to elucidate the injustices being done to me, day after day, all my fickin' life!!!! 3 people tried to save my life in the seventies, and get me away and safe from the Lamists, but they followed me to Newton Creek in West Collingswood, NJ, an old haunt of the late Mister Horrowits, uugee, short for Eugene, the great Michae; Landon the actor, as most of U non locals to that area, know him by. 1 Helluva cool dude. Anyway, Bob Pincus, Albert Soifer, and Zigmund Malyska, all in the summertime anyway, from AC,NJ, running or managing establishments, motels, soda shops, or in the case of my real good buddy, Ziggy, the out there and having' a good time in sun and surf. Ziggy found out that they were planning to make me a Lamist, and warned me to go home, as he one day in late June of 1970, kept repeating this phrase over and over again, [go home, go home, go home[, and just would not tell me more, but the friggin' expression on his face, did all the rest of the talking for him. All 3 of these peolple said it 2 me, Pinky did not believe me at first, and Thomas J-Fag Reale, warned me that if I told about shit, nobody would believe me, but he was not counting on Ziggy. Al Soifer was friends with lots of the Vi-queens, even caught him romantically kissing lots of them, and their friends, friends of his own friggin' daugther Nena Soifer, for crissake, but he loved, as the Donald does, all the trashy young stuff. He acted filthy, kissing them publically in the lobby of the hotel. Many a klate afternoon when I'd walk by on the South side of Tennessee Avenue, I'd look accross at Mister Liplocks. Revolting. Anyway, his son presently is in charge of the Ocean City, New Jerset Recreational Department, and knows little or any of the stuff that went on back then, as most boys have their own friends and piers and social life, but he did know the Callio gang of beauties, just as I know that Chester Perkowski, mentioned on prior blogs, also knew of the, although he veheminantly denies this to me. An error I discovered on the blog mentioning the letter I received from Chester, it was not secretary of defence, I meant to say the present time then Secretary of State, MacNamarra, and I spelled his name way off, and still may not B spelling it right, but it is pronounceable at least with this spelling. So maybe the cooking channel is serving up better food for your body today, but hopefully, using a human expression, I"m serving up better food 4 your isness of being, [SOUL]. Now 4 some of the reasons for my most recent HELLDEATHSIEGES:
I would have forever forgotten a dream I had, by your way of seeing things, but did not. It was not meant for me 2 forget this recent dream that occurred late last week, Thursday night last I believe. Some one was thanking me for some lovely flowers that I had sent to them, a
lady, a record company executive in the A&R Department, the dudes and dudesses that listen to new talent. She went onto bring a huge man named Lou, 7 feet tall, into the room, and they were telling me how fantastic a song I wrote in the year 2000, was. They just :had to
have it, it was gonna B a huge hit, we'd all make tens of megabucks, and on et el and etcetera" I know now the song from the way they described it in the dream, even though I cannot actually pull up in my waking mind, them referring to the song by its name. Even know who they would B in the waking world, as U think of this as. But without some half
drunk nincompoop calling up a request line at a local oldies radio station, and requesting that great oldie by Leslie Gore, called, "You Don't Own Me", and my somehow just turning the radio on and hearing it, as the song has some similar chord changes in it that directly
triggered memory of the forgotten dream, the dream to me here in this life, would have been forever lost, and some really big shit that Otammskum & Milituforce does not want me into, would never have had even a snowball's Hell-chance, to have occurred. I will try now to continue, and remember, as much as I can, took a fucking hack again, even though I am on the floppy, someone blocked the warning that 5 minutes were left on the library computer, next thing I knew, boom, blank screen and shit gone. U can really C that just as I told U on prior blogs, the milituforce uses a motive program, and does what is must to keep me away from doing, even talking about MUSIC, it is a super no-no, me and music. They almost screwed me out of my dream, now they screw me out of a couple of very important blog paragraphs, that I'll do my best to reconstruct. One thing I must tell U is that these bastards PUNISH. Do what they don't want, G E T P U N I S H E D. It does not matter what good 4ces influenced the song to get played, or me to turn to that station at work at that time, it happened, and my interaction was restored. 2 hours later, as my car stereo is the old AM/FM/Cassette type, as I play cassettes, boombingbang, and nightnurse, the tape player in the car breaks, after just getting it put in about 2 weeks
ago. Brand new in the box, at a large known department store. No reason for this to have occurred. Too late pricks, as I remember the lady thanking me for sending her flowers, and called in a man named Lou to join us in a room, he was 7 feet tall and thin, a dude you c once and do not forget. They were raving about the song, insisting I sign up with their recording label, and although the song never was mentioned by name, I know by the way they described the why's in A&R lingo, of what would make it a huge hit recording, and know which of the many songs that I"ve written since I was a pre-teen boy, song that indeed these 2
record executives were referring 2. Speaking of direct hacks, ettosian attacks, typos, and the sort, I meant to say an ettosian BRAIN attack, not a Brian attack, back about a dozen chapters or so in Blogianity. Me getting involved musically is a no-no, and they won't permit it, they honest to the gods would end the world, rather than allow me to get a
musical career, but they're in 4 one helluva friggin' fight, as I know how 2 reach both these people in daily life, I KNOW WHO THEY ARE AND WHERE THEY ARE, and I know the right person to go 2 in order 2 get 2 them, and will B implementing my plan when this friggin' heat wave ever breaks. I cannot totally despise heat, as it does tend to bring my lovely lightning around me, and on her number last month, the 27th of July, 27 is a number that is very pertanent to electrons, but she personally informed me in 1984, in a super vivid dream/interaction, that indeed, this is my number, 27, and she showed it to me with a huge red plasma lightning bolt, U do not forget stuff like this. Back to music, many of my songs are unknown on the human realm, written by both me and others, and in some cases co-written by astral entities along with me. I know that 2 most people, this all sounds as totally wacked as wack can get, but that is because you have never been shot and drowned and smashed
to shit in car crashes, and don't die, godsdamn U all, this hell is real and forever, it never will stop. If U won't believe me, then don't, I cannot force the issue, but I know what I know, I have been there/done that, and simply put, by the way U think on your level, you have not, so U won't believe the terrible eternal plight that I find myself in. As for my getting ding-dong hammered after remembering my dream as I'd call it, then the broken stereo, then the huge next day attack in the air, they also blew out my bowells and body in general, kem siege, all types of air siege, even got an otherwise normally friendly dog to attack me, and later he ran away from his owner, as it knew something on some level was wrong. I could go into even worse and more horrific nightmarish details on who and what and all of the juicy stuff, but it is not my intent for the blog at this time. There are places in Dogtown where gods are resting up, only to walk out of the Paddlebox Prison and enter our
worldly life in ways more scarey than any of your movies, and I'. keeping up with what goes down in Hollywood. Getting close to shit that's happening with me with your August thriller computer movie, but U still do not grasp the real Y's to the goings on of these pukeswallowing regirgatators. All of everything is but a game to distract us in all forms and on all realms from remembering and knowing that there is never ever any oblivion, we endlessly go on in everlasting existing hell. Just cause the great DJT of NY & AC, NJ, can manage to take a short tiny whittle vacation from his true hell, in big picture, he endlessly suffers with what we all do, and believe poor whittle Hell's Messenger, or not, it is the truth, so help me SSJKK.
7 dimensions endlessly are relative and in a relationship with the one true and real zero-dimensional void infinity. There is a less than nothing to a nothing force that makes lawtrons, and this force is not what I am here today 2 talk to U about, another time and place Donna, OK, Mr. King. Try to C the nightmare of endless dots on a huge wheel and then a room of these endless wheels on a new dot, and the zero dimension and less than zero or [uncreation], works together creating lawtrons, that create thought [6-D] dimensional existance at infinity, and this thought or sixth dimension from our 3-d world reference, then creates many many multiverses. Entities travel in and out of many things, but cannot control the 6th dimension, as this is the energy of the lawtrons, and lawtron energy is more in a tiny area of a rug in a single room, looking at this humanly, than every bit of any created/downlined realms of any form or types of existence. This universe and all of its gogalplexes of parallel 5th dimensional hyperspacial realities, is all leess than in total energy and physical size, than the very smallest particle or wave of any type or form could ever be, coming from an upline world that created it and them, and this why the system operates as it does, and Y there is only one real void infinity, but many of all of the 7 possible dimensions.
I could go on forever, but time says, screw U buddy, you godda get oudahere, so in closing, just know that I still have npt slightly scratched peachfuzz off the great iceberg that sent the Titanic to the Kanwal Avenue Palace, belonging to the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge
Krassle. The friend who gave me the Masonic family lineage chart that proves who I am and that Jeasus was a half brother to me 62 generations ago, U know that I will swear in any court that he was murdered by a total jagoff named Jonathin Schau, slowly poisoned him to his death, after lodge meetings, when they'd go to eat out at a diner. Another person David Charles Roth hung with years backin the mid and late 1960's, was a systems anaylist named Wilbur McAfee, if I am spelling his name correctly, there is a huge story to tell u-all about all of this, and yes, this is the now famous computer software virus protection writer. They would go with other dudes down to the island LBI, in NJ, where my gramps had his boys camp before the second world war. Much much 2 tell, so stay tuned.
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