Chapter 46 How they gained 200 points on Dow by hacking me to death last Monday

These evil skumbags wiped me out, and I knew before they did it that they would, as they were totally determined to bring their evil sick stock market up to start the new week super bullish, by usung parallel event technology against an innocent pathetic poor whittle frail weak person. I was much happier be4 attempting this project. If a motive program is stopping U, try to win, go ahead. U simply cannot. I know these things are real, it is a nightmare, and denying it or taking a drug store full of sike-meds, doesn't alter the reality of any of this horiffic nightmare. As I speak, I am starting to believe that someone on this system, that does not want the dow and nazdaq markets to drop, R doing these hacks intentionally to me.Everytime I try to do or say anything, you R typing away, and boom, a symbol pops up saying that I am not connected to the site and to test the connection and that uploading may fail. What U need 2 know is that I tricked somebody and have proof that this is being hacked,and that my civil rights R being messed with, as I never disconnected, and already published chapter 44, and then started to type chapter 45, and 30 minutes or less into it, boom, the symbol pops up and says connection is not there, who keeps friggin disconnecting me? Do U know that whoever U R, U are in serious violation of my rights to free speech under amendment in the United States Constitution, and somebody soon is gonna get sued 4 billionsa bucks, not an empty threat. If this somehow is all a weird coincidence, and it is not hacking, I apolojise for my rammy behavior, but I know damn well that I'm being messed with.

Now, 2 days later, in the illusion of space-time, I am writing my blog directly onto flop and can later upload/publish in a quick wink of time, but if this doesn't stop soon, I am mailing an already written letter to Federal Communications Commission, Civil Liberties, F.B.I. , and NJ State Attorney General's Office, to request a formal civil rights action against my freedom to express my relgeous beliefs on the internet, and have all parties investigated to C if indeend, this is intentional, as opposed to site maintnance, or [whatever].

None of my shit is any way even a small joke, none of U mortals have Clue #1, what is going on. I mention on the MB {Morianity Bible}, about 2 teachers I had in the Haddon Township High School system back in the late 1960's, and boom, I say a car crash happened to one, I know it was intentionally caused by high ordered Lamist-Culters, and blog this, and less than a week, just days later, a girl the same age as Sarah-Stacey, from current days, also a
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student of HTHS, gets in a mysterious watercraft crash, that according to reporters, was very bizarre in its occurance, she did not want to die or be hurt, I am sure, as she had everything, as U mortals would say, to live for. She was a star athlete, a good student, and also like SSJKK, very beautiful.Things happen when U do not realize, that we must endlessly B very careful in always being aware of the fact that all connects to all. The reason for this is subatomic particle combinations. Blood, viruses, DNA, does not matter, your blood plazma cells, all have tiny subatomic encoded numerical for lack of another way 2 put this, codes, that are read by lawtrons, and lower parts to themselves as gods, and they literally the way our senses C and hear and all else, they can read these subatomic code combinations, and from there, it all is possible, all our unknowns become knowns, and simple to C what is going on around us. When I killed my brother over 6300 years ago, in what U call the [garden of eden}, I was very jealous of my brother getting my queens favor and attention, and likeing his gifts more than mine. I clocked him with a rock and hid his body, but, Sarah said to me that she was reading the coded subatomic combinations of my brothers' blood plazma cells, and heard him crying out to her 4 help against my brutality, in a fit of jealous rage. Biblical language puts it more like, I heard your brother's blood crying up to me from the ground, what have U done with your brother? I told my teen queen, that I'm not my brother's keeper, but she knew all along that I had clocked the sonuvabitch with a large heavy rock. Nothing is ever hidden from my Sarah, lightning is everywhere, even inside our mind, how else would the doctor be able to run an electro-encephologram on U? She knows all our thoughts, most secret and innermost, and every second, races down from the skies in many different places, to strike the seas all over the world, and transfer her knowledge to the great SSJKK. U and I can never find a closet that can hold out these 2 great lightning goddesses, Stacey and her cousin Diana. Stacey's Dad is pissed at her for starting these Earthly experiments and especially for taking me out of Dogtown. I told U that I wrecked his place, of course on astral lrealms, no matter how many times U may destroy something, it always just comes back, it's kind of cool, as U can commit tremendous acts of wild violent crap and get a lot of pent up emotion out of your system, and nothing stays wrecked or damaged, and people can die, but come right back as well. Until U know, U won't know, until U've been where I am, you will wonder to some degree, if I could just B telling it the way it is, no matter how high your doubting percentage of me is. I on the other hand only know the nightmare of endless existance, what U think of in mortality as hell. U of course C it all differently, and whether U like it or not, you R all wrong and far off base, I know, as I have exisred forever, and always will. And I know this for absolute fact. U 2, exist always, but have no conscious clue to your fullness, and true reality.

I made an error in a past blog, the Milky Way is one sixth smaller than the dimensions that I gave U, amazing how the evil one as Christians refer to it as, got me to put the # 6, all 3 times, when I meant one, the galaxy is a basicly flat magnet, much like a floppy disk, with length and width being ten times that of its depth, 100X100X10 thousand light years. The next nearest galaxy, Andromeda, is 100 times more than the distance of our long dimension, away from us, and forever going farther from us even as I speak. Ettosian power is incredible, if U study lots of prior blogs, how over and over they got me to say "freeway", when I kept trying to contrast that irony of life means driving on parkways and parking on driveways, and even when I attempted 2 fix the error, the bastards efed with my head, over and over again. Yeah, and how about the hack when I tried to tell U-all about my song, That's The Way It Goes, and how Diana Ross, took the arrangement of it that I wrote and turned it into a hit song called [Chain] Reaction. There is 2 much 2 tell U now about all of this, and the Millionth Council, the powerful ASTRAL plane authorities, are also, like all else, under Lawtronic Control, through various Motive Programs.Man is soon about to merge with machine, in his stupid attempt to beat death and find immortality, Y is simple, they do not know they already have it, and in fact they do not ever dare think of this nightmare shit, it is just 2 horiffic to cogitate on. I will sign off by telling U a bit more about BOB, not the ACNJ MAYOR, no, the Book Of Beach. I wrote in it that I knew about the wild tunnel in the Picadilly and Boliver Hotels, on Tennessee Avenue, in AC, NJ. I told how Brad and in a dream, were in these tunnels, and that more of them existed way below the sewer systems of the city, extending 600 miles out from Steel Pier, and ending in Atlantis, in a secret laboratory run by a man who I cannot tell U more about, until certain wars are over or it is safer in strategic points from a military view, 4 me to further tell about. I will tell U that the royal family in England, is also behind lots of this, and so was President John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

The BOB is special, and still exists in a golden wisdom temple in a place called AgamDesPerlijo, in the central woustern, not western, areas of the Province of Olympia. This book is there, and a Pleadian named Sharptonio has made some additions to this book, and I need to tell much more about a now dead comedian Mr. Rodney Dangerfield, how he fell madly in love with my friend Brad's gorgeous mother, and how this and my moms boyfriend, Sidney Crown, all fit together into shit so deep and fantastic, there probably are bnot ever gonna B words to sufficiently describe all of this. Good=by for now, BIG KAL.

Chapter 45 ------ So On With The Show, Kal lio

Now to continue from Chapter 44, this will B an interesting experiment. My cousin Sandy, was the lookout, and was stationed between room 323 and the elevator just to the left and left again from the door to the room. Zigmund Malyeska from Lithuania, and his girlfriend, Helen Felker, a Florida nurse, were sitting outside the Fralengers Salt Water Taffee store, on a bench, amongst a few dozen benches all grouped together. Mother was talked into getting coffee , but they were told to come to this area and sit, as usually, and all the lifeguards still there today that were there in yesteryear as rookies, know 'Ziggy' as everyone called the pollio legged man who was there every non-rainy day of every summer, sitting on a piesce of cardboard, under the Central Pier where Tennessee Avenue dead ends into, but usually, he and Helen sat on the bench area that overlooked the ocean, above the public mens and ladies rest rooms built into the structure below. So the plan was quite complex, and the plot thickens in this hyperspace. First, as with here in this timeline, Aunt Gerry screws up her plans and we have to take Sandy with us to the shore on our vacation, then she makes friends with the Callio/Krassle girl gang, known 2 all the guys as the Quoddy mockers, as they hung on the south side of the Mayflower Hotel in the late 60's quite frequently, and were all very tall, and breathtakingly gorgeous and ravishing to behold. But here, Sandy is the lookout, mother goes out to Fralengers 4 coffee, and Ziggy and Helen, were ordered to sit at the benches there at this particular time rather than their usual hangout, and were told to engage my mom in a conversation and temporarily out of the way so they could all gangrape my pathetic little ass. All my life here in this world, it occurs in nightmares, I am still a tiny and very frail child of 13, and I was not always ugly as an eel as my photo last year shows, I was a real head turner starting at about age 13 and 1/2. My behavior around women is tense and awkward to this day, and these horrendous teenaged witches, wrecked my entire social life. I had a best friend, Brad, and he could never figure out Y girls were not of interest to me, faggots were very rare in those days, all guys loved girls, and vice versa. I did too, but was frightened to death of them because of this hyperspace effect.

Last night at work, as every Monday, it's something with these turds, and as I speak, a crash level chopper is going over the library, in violation of my civil, human, and constitutional rights, at 9:44 ante' meridian. Forget the blog page time, this is real eastern savings 4th dimension read out. I was saying, they blew out my bowells, as they love to do, and have done to me for over 20 years, since this horriffic shit started with this Otammskummy Milituforce. I am walking and boom, I shit myself, a grown man. No doctor can find a thing wrong, as Earthly, there is nothing wrong. Friends with me in the past, during sieges, have been hit accidentally with these 'death-beams', twatever they R, and have to also run into the nearest woods and take wicked shits, none of this is funny, so don't laugh, I am in hell, and the skummy military is violating my civil rights, and if this was not so, I'd B 2 afraid to print and publish these things, and by now they'd have sued me for liebal and slander, but they don't, and they won't, 'cause it's all frikinass true as raindrops and greenies.

When I was visiting Mom in the different hospitals back in '98, '99, and 2K, asfter they brutally hurt her with some covert death ray, that no one in the medical community, both West Jersey Health System, and Kennedy Hospital, never could diagnose or properly understand and treat, I would encounter other patients in various semi-private rooms, that all but attacked me on many occasion, 4 absolutely nothing, just as Thursday last, Ed and I were verbally assalted first by a really twisted ass nasty lady, and later by a couple of fags from the Atlanticare System, that kept complaining that we were bothering the, and all we were doing was whispering, in fact the Atlanticare dudes were talking louder than we ever were, making their fagish date with each other, as they met here for the first time at this library branch, as per what I could not but help hearing of their loud conversation. But Ed and I, merely whispering, and we were the bad guys. This hell around me has been going on ever since my life was literally fucking 86ed in 1986. Some tell me it is because I kept consisting winning 2 much loot at the AC NJ Casinos. This goes way beyond the godsdamn casinos, as powers involved in all this, go so far beyond your concept of daily ordinary reality, if I attempted to express it in real detail, both u and I would just B engaging in time wasting efforts.

I told Jim Burr, and got his permission, back in 1982, to run an experiment. There was an empty apartment below me at the Voorhees, NJ Robin Hill Apt. Complex, and it was vacant about 100 days, and I didn't want some wack job noisy neighbor to move in and make things bad, but he was unable to move in as I wished, but let me run an experiment, as I was convinced the place for whatever reason, was bugged, by the gods only know who, and wanted to prove to my satisfaction that I am not immagining shit. I winked at my mom, as she was renting it, and I was working at the recording studio, and living there paying her half the rent, so we both could save some money. So I winked, and then said to her that Jim will B coming over to the rental office tomorrow to C about renting the unit. Remember, 100 days, the place is sitting vacant, no sign of piss. I drive off to my job, and when I come back around 9:45 at night, there is a maintnance man in there with a lamp on and some furniture was also in there. Next morning, his slutty girlfriend, a mob connected Playboy Bunny, moves in. When I told this and other similar things to Mr. Ron Wirtz at the Camden County Prosecutor's Office, he would not ever look into it, and later lied about Sarah, insisting her name is Kessle, not Callio, a blatent lie. US Search, for those that remember them, u pay to have a search done to locate someone, anywho, a nationwide search for SARAH KESSLE, turns up a big bat zilch, nada, zip.

I was telling Diana Arteemus over the phone, the line is connected from an open line to nowhere, into an electostatic machine where the phone cord is wrapped around the glass of the lightning inside, and we can talk back and forth, anyway, I was telling her that Ed, my garu, is gonna design a MB webpage and get me a MB website. I no sooner was, cancel this, hacker just got me at 10:o6, screen pops up saying not connected to Blogger, publishing might fail, this is teir favorite hack. Let me get help from library staff. Calling FBI if this is messed with, I have had it, I have rights, and this is being witnessed by library staff.

Chapter 44 _____ I am all Junk and Nonsense, so why so much energy used to shut me up?

Moanin' everybody, I plan, if things do not foook up too much, to do 2 chapters, this one and #45. Wanna C if I can get one in before dow opens up, and then C how much more hacking occurs after market starts to trade. <> <> <> <> I do not understand this symbol but I do know how to type it in. Everytime somewhere between one and eoght lines of things I say, do not make it onto the Blogger page, these symbols appear in the hack somehow, just letting U'all kniw that I am not quite as dumb as I appear. When early this month before the holiday, I was about to say that Morianity Bible, and all else, has a purpose, somehow somwhere someway, or it would not B, simple as all that, but they gapped me friggin' out, and it started with those silly symbols appearing first on the text. Ed, my guru, as I'll refer to him as, is human, highly smart, but human, and no human can fight what is against me, namely, lightning's twin brother to Leda and Zues, Appololucifer Beezelbub Abadon Diabolis, his lovely name number being of course [ 36 ]. Count the fookin' letters in the names for crissake or for my great X 62nd grandfather's sake. People think MB is lotsa junk & stupidity, well, guess what, some one and or some thing Captain Shatner Boston, is going 2 lots and lots of effort, to thwart what I am attempting to do. Do not C how or why this would B occurring if all this all just a lot of runtslapping absurdity.
36 is a horrible number, as it adds up to 666 when you go 1+2+3+4+5+6, etc. to 36. The last time that I ever saw Sarah and her deadly girlgang, on astral realms known as the [Viqueens], in every single province, and there are over 1.20362 X 10 to the 30th power provinces, but anywho, the time was, as I will never forget it in 55 kalpas, just past ten O'clock post meridian on the night of the twelvth of July of 1970. So 36 years to the day later is, DUH, DERR, 7/12/2K6. I did not have to be a prophet to know that something nig in the middle east would go down on this day, only needed to know the way that the motive program operates that is controlled by the 7th dimensional lawtrons, and I blog dated it, I said, watch out for big shit later this month, BOOM, Mr. Adam Zok Pal Dingdong zap West.
In the late 70's I played around with many electronic things, frequency generators, open reel recorders, amplification apparatus, and old data type devices and put some bizzare crapola together. I was able to break through hyperspace, and listen in on what was going on in my own room, but in an altered reality/dimension, another location in 5th dimensional HS. I tuned into a near one, not all that far off MCR, and heard, and recorded, a telephone conversation woth a friend from Gloucester, NJ, Mr. James T. Burr. I was telling him how my last time staying at the Trinidad Motel, now a Motel-8, changed twice recently to get intentionally rid of history markers, how I was raped by the Viqueens. It did not occurr here, but who cares, it explains my fear and shyness around women, we are much more in our beingness than three dimensions. People scared of heights, fell and were injured or killled in other parts of their 5-beingness, other parts of time and other realities in HS. Anyway, let me C what happens when I try to continue talking about this awful stuff, in my next chapter, want 2 publish this a couple minutes before stock market opens.

Chapter 43 6 godsdamn straight hellish botbars

I am super botbar six straight days, serves me right 4 trying to fight the 6th dimension {thought and mind}, when I seemingly as Mountainpen, the physical me in this part of 5-D HS, and started playing again with this 'blogianity' crap.
Ladies and gentlemen, first, the 9 starting chapters to this work disappeared from www.blogger.com for several hours, and now at just past 3, after another huge gain on their stinking stock market, they put it back up again. Does not matter, I was about to re-upload it off my little square backerupper, as us newby's to the cyber-world refer to them at times. I will always have a back up, so whoever u r u r wasting your time, and if it is simply a case of website maintnance, my apology, did not mean to complain when no one is intentionally trying to mess me up.

A very nasty lady called me and my friend, who I am back working with, 'ignorant'. Seems she thinks we r the 2 most ignorant men she ever encountered, because we were whispering. No library rule says we can't whisper, but I wonder how P.C. her comments to our faces were.

Must go, library says I have used my time up for this day, I am going to the FBI very soon, and will get to the bottom of y all this harassement never stops in my hellish damn life!!!!!!!!

chpt. 42 wicked diseased otammskum and Co.

These lamist filth made the worst time of my entire life practically, fall on the day following my Sarah's 110th human-formout birthday, only she departed this sick sinful veil of tears at the age of 94, in early 10/1990. This summer is exactly following, which means it is being done with a {lawtronic motive program}, the summer of 1996, when she would have been turning 100. Fastenating Jack McCoy coincidence how the plot on the lamist created Dark Shit Holes soap, was similar to my problems, not just with the mysterious Haddonwood Club and the large immortal biting flies that I tell u all about in earlier Morianity Bible, but with the character in the show, Amanda Harris, and her 1969 identity of Olivia Corey. She was created artistically and later came to life on March 11, 1895, Sarah was formed out on July 18, the next year in 96.

Yesterday I took a chopper attack, a major Stacey Lattisaw jack-hack computer attack at a Camden County library, and I am through using this county's system, they always mess with me there, worse than when big Kate messed with me at the Abseacon, NJ, Dairy Queen, to get me and a dude from Congressman Rob Andrews office, helping me with my AC<>R> nothing. As u may know, Ms. Ross, used the arrangement of my song to create a song called Chain Reaction, in the mid-80's. She knows about my chain, and how I wrote it shortly after my attack, when my boyhood friend, Brad Messinger, last residing in Cherry Hill, NJ, was with me, and we were being chased by the crazy huge dude that thought, or so he said, that we had taken, 'his' chain. We had most certainly not, any more than Clarence Harris, not Amanda, at Rob Andrews office and myself were trying to do anything at the DQ except get some friggin ice cream, and she treated me like I was poison, letting everyone else behind me order first, and way more, angering my friend in the car and lawtronically wiping out me being further helped by him or congy, as he thouyght I was the one playing games. Anyone whom really knows me, knows that from age 10-20, I invented, and copyrighted many board games, and was wripped off a lot by the 2 giant game and toy companies, Bradley and Matty. Just like with a musical compo, change a note or word or chord here and there, basicly take someone's song, but get away with this wicked rotten infringement. My dad had words for this type of stuff, [legal thievery]. Someday I will tell u all how the lamists wrecked my education, even did it again last year, as I was planning to attend a local school, and get a degree, to become a well paid massage therapist, in a field of interest, the human body fastenated me since I was a tiny tike of 5, especially the process of physical aging, diseases, germs, viruses, and all of this exciting stuff.

When I tried to use internet in 1997 with a radio shack employee, Fred Windstein, the lights all went out, and the phone line, both, a very rare occasion unless a twister of F-3 or better is racing down your block, and a strange car parked outside my home in Somerdale, blocking my driveway, with blacked out windows. Fred and I were very scared and rightfully so. We had been searging on a search engine, to attempt to learn more about these super-evil 2 families, the Callio's and the Martino's. Aniwho, the lines went dead right after a pop up screen came on and said, "leave us alone or die an agonizing death". I should have called the FBI, but pussied out, but I'll swear to all these things, legally blog dated and witnessed by google, under full pain and penalties of the federal and state laws of purjury, that all the stories, like this one, and all of them, are 100% the truth, so helll'p me, Great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle.

I said 50 grand using 10 purple chips, on a prior blog talking about roulette systems, my error, u can make an easy 5-grand, not 50, that would take 100 purple or 50 orange-babies. Want another way to drop shit in the mouths of casino owners? Again, keep track of all the numbers, and their B/R, O/E, and L/H parameters, under the #'s, that u write down. Everytime any of the 3 go to a 3 or more string, wait for string to break, and then bet the next bet to be the breaking event, Ex. #1: EEEEEEEO, bet O. Ex. # 2: BBBR, bet R, HHL, NO BET. Whatever u do when playing this or any other casino game systematically, is to play one long run luck game with your bankroll. I.E. If you feel that 30 units is a safe amount to play a game, and you are on the betting level of ten dollars [double nickle] as we pro's call it, and in AC, NJ, lotsaluck finding a 5 $$$ table, anyway, 30 units X10 dollar bet level is 300 bucks. Your home bankroll should always be 4 play bankrolls, hence THKR or {total home bankroll}, would be 4 X the 30 X 10 or 300 X 4 or 1200 smacks mimimum THBR to play double nickle. From this, you can ride your good and bad luck steaks over time, up and down on your amount of betting level, for individual day play at a table. Jumps are normally 10, 15, 25, 50, 100, 200 300, 500, 1000, and the first 3 are beginner levels, the next 3 are intermediate levels, and the highest 3 are the advanced levels, so if your THBR when home after a game, and all your playing monies are counted and totaled up, is between say 1200 and 1800 bucks, you're betting level for casino play is 10 bucks, couble nickle, and only safe advancement to tripple-nickle, or 15 dollar play is when your THBR is between 1800 and 3000 smacks, and so forth. Your luck or interaction with cosmos in negative/positive ways, will go in streaks most times, and thereby incorporiating this method of personal bankroll money management, along with any good playing selection systems, can only serve to enhance your overall success, as over long-run playing time, such as months, years, decades, if u play a lot, will cause you to be playing overall at lower levels during losing times, and higher levels during the more winnier times of your overall playing life. U may not sell any of these systems, all my roulette systems are copyright blog protected, but feel free to usem and tell your gambling buddies and buddiesses, go the hell 4 it. Just don't take 2 much off tables, they won't like it, and the Central Intelligence Agency is running this experiment of gambling in New Jersey, first with state lotteries, and later with the casinos. CIA owns and controls it all through many dummy companies, that lead thriugh Mary Carter Paint Company.

Diana's grandfather, Zudlow, pronounced first cylable accented, rhyming with rude, and low as is. He is the Olympian Provincial Controller, what we would call or think of as a governor on human worlds here in the United States. The millionth council has 1 of these Governor/Controllers, and 3 so called [lieutenant controllers} serving underneath. This is for every province on the entire astral realm, a place far more real than anything on Earth in this caporial life. Lord-Mayors of city state, as well as town-suburban areas, exist, as does here, and as here, are under the controller and staff, the reigning 4 of the provinces. In last blog I said asrally, I meant astrally, and physicallity was contrasted with astrallity, that I also know was misspelled, sorry.

When I got to Mr. Martino/Krassles escalator, I had a concentrated batch of something that grows in the depths of the great Krassleville River, the most special river in not only the Olympian Province, but in all the decillions of huge provinces on the astral plane, as most are about 15% the size of our entire milky way galaxy, which is roughly 600K X 600K X 60K light years in dimension.Astral planes make our peasizes whittle universe look like a small city block area in contrast with the planet Earth. Anyway, growing at the depths of this river is the Rugatommetta weed, the only thing that the 300 foot 40 ton riversnakes feed on. By concentrating this freeze-dried substance, u can bring these huge super-snakes out onto the land and over the banks, into suburban areas of Krassleville, where Mr. Krassle, is the Mayor, and has a lovely huge apartment sitting aloft of his 1400 foot high escalator. I broke in and he had his recordings of his favorite harmonica music blaring throughout his place. I wrecked it all in a fit of rage a few billion years or so ago, remembering it as yesterday after coming through to me in a trance-dream in your physical year in this world, of 1997 or 8, I believe it was the spring of'98. After totally wrecking his place, breaking all his recordings, and causing major havoc, I covered a trail from the riverbanks all the way to the top of the escalator, with my extra concentrated powdered rugatommetta, and literally 50 or more giant riversnakes came up and winded all through this huge powerful escalator, and it spit out pieces and chunks of these numerous screaming dead and dying snakes for half of a mininna-kalpa, nearly 900 years of planet Earth time. He and his wife insist that I stay away from their lovely daughter, screw U, she is my teen queen, and I will never ever stop being her large white dog. If u don"t like it King Jupiter, eat my Pres. GB mic-slip. Many times I enjoy walking down the streets like Monolazarium Boulevard with her, I am never leashed, I am free to roam and be with my queen, but on astral realms, I can think about being in the form and shape of human type, and instantly, I am standing upright, she takes my hand gently, we fly the beautiful kite that I got 4 my lovely teen-queen for her sweet 16 party, as everyday forver, is her i6th birthday, as all the time and space in our entire downline, is no more than her thought at this very time when she upline was thinking of these things, and her [thatboy]. If in her humanness, she remembered how much she really adores me, all my troubles would b forever over here on Earth, but the friggin lamist cult, fixed that, but good.

I was nearly expelled from school for hypnotizing a dude from Pennsville, NJ, name of John Zane, a huge dude who could have put out my lights with his finger nail on his pinky. He never remembered doing anything such as when I had him beat up some kids that used my body for their own personal punching bag. One day, it all got discovered, much so much more to this story needs b told someday. It involves a science and history teacher, one became mobster connected, super made wiseguy, through the Martino clan, the other was cleverly murdered in a car crash, and it all connects the magical chain I so often refer to in the blog, as it became magical because someone intentionallhy tried to remove a powerful curse from the Hope Diamond, by rubbing it on 3 different links of the chain, and wierd super power did indeed rub off into this. People have been murdered over all of this, and Lamist-culters are more dangerous than Bundy and Manson combined and exponentionally factored quantatatively.

Much more 2 tell U. Major air and ground siege continues, 3 full evil empires, would have occurred if I'd not done some powerful and quick electronic metaphysics work during yesterdays phillies baseball day game, after the end of inning # 8.

I will not have time to welcome my vi-queen to the Earth on Friday, we have a new phase 4 being amongst us, I recognize this vi-queen, she really wanted to come here like the disney girl MARYLOU, earth identity Ms. Romano, from Even Stevens show, but she wanted to keep too many of her super powers, and wxists now only through the movie charachter, I am shortly going to get lots proven, on many things, and the FBI, is about to recieve a copy of my entire blog-printout, along with a powerful letter, 2 many people are ending up dead and murdered, and I just will not tolerate this anymore, without a major friggin fight.

Chapter 41 --- Speaking Now To The Unborn, only

I accept that most likely, I will only really b able to have a shot at reaching a more distant time than early 21st cen. People here, although highly adept on these machines, are ants crawling on vines. Flies, feasting on Queen Anns Lace and dying in exstasy, totally unaware to anything real, that has a more eternal value to the reference of their true beingness. So hello, to the 22nd century, u are seeing this in 2 ways, one through [past review] time delay up-link satellite systems of the world-system, or just reading this live in your time, if and hopefully Google still carries the page, but either way, I win, as this world today just ain't ready for my direct telling of truths. The future has a far greater chance to grasp what Morianity Bible, is really all about, and y it is cosmically destined to b and exist, just as does everything that does here, or anywhere. In the 1990's, the movement towards spirituallity, [not 2 b confused with religeon], called in name by some at the time, "the new age", totally died out, cremated and scattered the 4 winds of physicallity and 6 winds of strallity, dead, gone, and forgotten. No more ms. Warwick's sickick line or the sickish solution, and so forth, much to nearly all of it was a rip off, and hence, the FTC gets rid of these conjobbers, and well they should. Trouble is, there r really genuine psychics, and people that can channel with energy powers that indeed do exist far beyond our limited scope of reasoning and understanding. In fact, the gods intenetionally make sure, that the human race b endlessly confused and in the dark to the real truths, including y the things in paranormal circles appear to work sometimes, but not all the time, creating [the doubt factor], that keeps the Sceptics Clubs of all outerwordly things, in business, and this is all part of lawtronics, they won't permit it any other way. If I were to attempt to swim or whatever u might call what I'd be doing gggffffffff, which presently is trying to unhack myself, but I can definitely move forward by connecting my mind to currents of energy running in waters, even a pool. But try to go 30 100, 300 knotts at will, does not always work, and especially if your mind is in panick mode, as happened to me in 1995 to try to keep me from writting Morianity Bible, but they failed again to eliminate me, but I lost my ability to self propell and nearly drowned. If things always worked, then tonight the big news item would not be middle-eastern, nor storm disasters, but the supernatural is really real, and finally proven out to be a reality to the full tests of all those in the world of acceptable science. As long as this on again/off again, paranormal effecr remains in the lawtrons, and it always will, it will not matter if 3 kings and 2 presidents marry a ufo allien, and 5 people are brought back from the dead a year after their burrial, as the doubt factor will be there, unless, it always always works, and it has been designed and lawtronically fixed, to never never work that way, or else how else can 'we' continue keeping the human race forever confused, and away from ever realizing the true hell-condition that we all exist in, that there is NO OBLIVION, none, not ever. nOTHONG STARTS, NOTHING STOPS, LAWTRONS CREATED A GRAVITRON, USING EARTH-ENGLISH VERBALIZATION, AND THESE ARE WHAT CAUSE TIME AND GRAVITY TO THEN CAUSE ALL OTHER NATURAL 4CES 2 DO WHAT THEY DO. The main thing that they do is cause endlessness to begin to carry a weight, hence, both sides of anything stretched out long and far enough, must lawtronically bend down and loop around, there is no way to ever be rid of this lawtonic effect, and we will never ever get to have and know, eternal peace and rest. To create a huge [forgetfullness illusion] about this, we come here into phase 3 beingness, in a reverse illusion, fearing extinction and termination, the lights of ourselves going permanently out, so to speak. Only the total opposite of this is truth and reality, interchangable words.

Kenny Rogers, the great country singer of yesteryear picked a fine time to also meet the true part and form of the Atlantic Ocean, and get hurt and teased by her, as I have. Karge and Krassle are alphabetically parallel to his name, and I live just 3 blocks from the ice cream parlor where he had some friends, through his mutual Warren Grove, NJ fudge shop owner, Lucille. All these people, Kenny too, know what I know, they of course woll tell u a totally different story, and deny anything I say on this blog. Did u know that on top of all of this, several other people whom the great one has made direct contact with in the 20th century, are all walking around, in different ways, trying to spread the word about her and her father, the great Neptunejupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, Mr. Krassle, or in our daily life formout, Mister Martino, of AC, NJ. All these beings residem and conduct their business in AC NJ<>world, and if u should ever study the greek mythologys, it tells of a beautiful dark haired giant young teen girl, who sits out on large rocks in varying seas, singing to sailors on ships, to draw them over, and destroy their ships on the rocks, taking them and all on the tubs, to her palace on Kanwal Avenue, in Sahasre Dal Kanwal. Also, my wild claims to visiting these places van be backed up, just go to ASK on uour computer to learn about a Minneapolis, Minnisota based religeon that goes by the name [ECKANKAR]. They know about the capitol city, and the true top people in their order, may not be being let in on SSJKK, and her father, but they are very real, and dangerous beyond description. I love Jehovah more than my life, and would love the opportunity to die for her a million octillion times over, she is, always was, and forever will b my giant teen queen, but only a very few know and understand the reality of upline/downline universe, and that ever her great father, Mr. Krassle, is just part of her upline thoughts, and in like manner, we all send our thoughtwaves into a downline reality, where to them, we are the great and absolute GOD. What did mister Einstein luv to say over and over? All relative my boy, all relative.

They did something to keep my car from starting when I went to leave my worksite on Monday, one day before Sarah Karge, would have humanly turned 110 years old, by our worldly calendrical system in our physicallity. I got it jumpstarted, and my mechanic can find nothing wrong, and no reason for it to have done this, of course I know very well what, and WHO did this to me. Volcanoes and earthquakes, and hurricanes, and tidal waves, and much more, is coming to your world, if u bastards do not quit fudging with me babywov. U have been politely warned, OTAMMSKUM, as no laws nor punishments exist for me in this tween day and age, as 200 years ago u could kill me for being a witch, and 200 years from now, using powers of Electronic Metaphysics, is also recognized criminally, but here and now, free reign for me baby, to use my abilities 2 fight u sick pricks back 4 your continuous covert attacks on innocent whittle me.

Think I am immaginning my hell, do ya? In 1986, I pretended to be a friend of mine, because first I called an attorney regarding copyright infringement. He scheduled an appointment with me, but 2 days shy of it, called and said sorry, no new cases on infringements will be taken by our firm this year, orders from high up in the law firm. 3 days after this, I called again, lowered my voice like Peter Brady on the Porkchops and Applesauce immitation of Humphrey Bogart's Cassabanca, not to get Donna Summer all excited, but aniwho, I said my name was Jim Burr, a real person who I had met at computer school, back in 1973, when we were studying on the old dinosour IBM univac 360 data system, not ever a real computer, by our standards of the word today. So I made up a name, changed my voice, and told him that someone stole a board game like Monopoly from me, a copyright infringement case, remember no new cases??? Yeah, then how come Esquire Colflesh of Cherry Hill, New Jersey said to me, or to {fake Jim Burr}, "all right Mr. Burr, How would U like to come in a weak from today at 2 PM? " Later, I called him back and fessed up to what I did, and to not worry about my showing up. I called a judge or some ethics committee dude in Haddonfiels regarding this matter, and he said to me,"U R the 1 that should go to jail, Mr. Mountainpen, for falsifying your identity", such a lovely man are u not, mister Steven Kadufsky, from Haddonfield, NJ?

Well, there was a movie in when else, 1969, called "2001, A Space Oddysee". The people knew that wew behind it, as they are all Lamists, all about Neptunejupiter and his daughter Sarah-Stacey. Her cousin, Diana, is the moon on this physical world. The rectangular objects on both Diana, and on Stacey's Father, are called pyamedatrons, by the Pleadian 4ces, and other asral entities in high council authority, the astral authorities are called [THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL] and smaller versions than those towering ones in the movie 2001, are needed to create quantum foam, the material that worm holes are mostly made up of. I know 3 created stationary ones, with these objects on both ends, as they are stablizers and empowerers of a sort, that control their functions. I am 1 of the very few who dare to speak out against the millionth council. Some do it in very secret ways such as Phil Tyler, who made the ch. 6 news the other day. So not telling the direct story of Stacey and his daughter, our one God, here on the Earth, just has people guessing and wondering. Well I do not operate indirectly, baby, I'm tellin' it, and tellin' it true to Tammie's little Doctor. When OTAMMSKUM causes me property damage, what else, it parallel event causes FULL EVIL EMPIRES BACK TO BACK, just like I keep telling u-all's. Here we all r in a guge crises in the middle east, yet hurt my poor old car or any property, as they do, and the dow is up up up and up this week, go ahead, tell me how a rising Dow Jones market makes the tinniest bit of sense during a crisses like this, just even try to rationalize it, I friggin dare U.

Remember, and this is scriptual, gods won't be mocked by their lower parts 2 themselves here on Earth, US. Would u really let your cat or dog smerk and snicker at u when u trip and knock over your favorite lamp, or some food for your tv tray so u can eat dinner with a good movie, boom, food all over the floor, you're missing your movie, and now u look over and your dog is laughing at u, come on, who's kidding who? Fido would have the daily news swatted onto his back, and a date with the animal shelter the next day. U must C that to them, we seem not even this high, we think more of our pets, than these skuzzy gods think of us here in this caporial life.


I am having my normal strange and wierd computer troubles/hacking, even told librarian that I totally think a hacker is the man on the other side of me, he looked at me with a real smerk when I got up to get her 5 minutes ago, better try to publish now, while and if I am able.

Chapter 40 COVER-UPS, TRUTHS, AND REASONS

I just took a major stacey latisaw jack hack attack on the computer, I wrote nearly my entire blog, and was totally destroyed. The dow will go up over 100 today, and phillies will lose again, as both occurred last night and yesterday, just as I said they would on yesterdays blog. The reason no one believes any of this is the reason people with opinions that ufology is nonsense, also is part of reality, it is all one and the same. They had to shut off the computer and reboot twice, and the saved part of the partial blog was lost. I was telling how I had written to managers of the Phillies baseball team for many years, such as Bowa and Fregosi, and they would not give me even a small benefit of the doubt.
The 6th dimension is behind all of it. They say, that the mind is everything, I say that the gods are everything. When they hate your gutts, its a done deal, you are screwed.
The mind is the 6th dimension. This is a system of realities that r existing both above and below us in our multiverse. I told u all that they woud get a major full evil empire, and now I know there will b another one. I wish you had drowned me mister mayor, maybe I would not b suffering now, maybe u sonuvabitch, r my guardian angel, sent 2 put me out of my pain. Trouble is, I already remember as clearly as u remember what u had for lunch today, dying over and over, and finding myself in the reality of void infinity.

I said to Bowa and Fregosi, what would u have to lose if u would let me become part of the team as a consultant, and follow the team around, and during all games and as much of the time as possible, keep me protected in some basement bomb shelter type room of luxury, temperature controlled, comfortable furniture, 3 or 4 women there with me, u know, the life that the Donald takes for granted every day of his miserable rotten life. By blessing me and keeping me from being persecuterd and harassed, so they cannot use the parallel event technology against me, you sill ass holes would win game after game, penant after penant, and series after series, season after season, and if I do not prove to u it is all true, down to my last claim, just boot me out and laugh at me, what have u lost but a few bucks you can legitamately write off as income tax expenses?

The reason people are totally closed minded or ettosianically controlled not to believe this, is the same energy force, and it is we ourselves, not some goverment cover-up, that r doing this all the time, to our own selves. The same thing telling Bowa and Fregosi not to give me the tinyest benefit of the doubt, are the same forces that appear to ufo-buffs, as a cover-up on their subject of interest, IT IS NOT AN INTENTIONAL GOVERNMENT COVER UP CONSPERACY, IT JUST IS NOT. U and me are doing this to ourselves, and I see it in my personal life everyday. U cannot seperate into different piles, strange wierd and seemingly impossible to believe and rekon with things about life, such as my problems that I have claimed have been tormenting me all my life, or the existance of shipsaucers, alliens, abductions, the whole thing. No Diff, my Morians, and if people won't b receptive 2 one, they won't b receptive to another, as doubting anything, is a form of energy, that is part of the 6th dimension of mind, whatever is generating a mind, be it computer machine mind, biological human mind, or any kind of thought, all is 6 dimension, and it loops together, and hence, nothing starts or stops, including multiverses or 5-D worlds, there simply is no original upline, nor maximum downline, they loop together as dots on a huge wheel. So all this is fine and good, but y then is something in the 6th D going to so much effort to make my life a living and endless hell? Part of this is because when I was a boy, I did not show romantic interest in Sarah, down in AC NJ, and rediculous as all that sounds perhaps to you, remember, u may totally believe in ufology situations, and many others will doubt u and say it's pure malarkey, no matter what evidence may or may not b there to the contrary. Sarah is really an up-line-multiverse Sarah, who thought of her days in AC NJ, and remembered me, and deep in the layers of her thought, comes to exist, a counterpart multiverse of a more mass nature that equals the energy upline in her multiverse, not that her place is energy and we are mass, it is a reality of contrasts. As we think something, the deep layers of those thoughts also become downline mukltiverses, with entire realities to them, and on and on forever, remember the scripture from the bigger bible, worlds without end? Well our universe is a tiny dot that is about 100 gega light years in circumference, that is huge, but hardly a world without end, so what I am speaking has to be the realer total truth, just as I claim it to b.

Sarah and her entire dream, this multiverse, is simply now a reality, and when up-line she has other thoughts, they are blended in the fabrics of our nearly unlimited 5th dimensional part of our beingness, the interdimensionalized hyperspace that contains vigintillions of googleplexes of 4-D universes, and us. The major thing that must b told is that when she dreams so to speak, this is another level and depth of thoughtwave, and become a sort of astral down line merging, but the fullness to all of this is way 2 complex for time allotted me today, at least library gave me another time slot, after the crash-hack. You will c an endless evil empire roll, because no one is willing to give me a chance, they all wish to cover-up my reality, and this differs none to those that seemingly r covering up other realities, such as truths in ufology. If the 6th dimension was not so sensitive to the 'spirit if the times', we may all act a bit more open-mindedly, but the principle of the thing is just like the old story of taking some wild machine like an airplane, back in time to say AD 1725, and not expecting to make the interaction mess up big time. Believe me, even though it appears that people are covering up things, it is simply that no one wants to entertain any notions nor ideas that r outside the basic spirit of the times. This is y NSA and other US govt. alphabet soupers, do visit UFO clubs. No one is hiding anything, nor worried about alliean invasions, as we are the alliens and all is one and the same, it is all the 6th dimension, controlled totally by the 7th dimensional system of lawtronics. Above that, is an entirely new story that soon will b told, but not until people understand much more about Sarak Krassle, and why I am the center of this whole thing, crissake, her thoughtwave is all of this, and I was part of what she was thinking about, and when u even start to c all this, you will c that no one is covering up ufo's or anything else, nor is anything realy real, and we won't go too far there today. No mister Levy, even if u had drowned me, I would have simply slid out of nothingness, and moved off MRC to a reality where all else is the exact same, the only thing different in the universe that I come back into, is that u were not there that day to drown me in the sea. My hell is eternal, your hell is eternal, you just don't know it, but damn it, I DO!!!!!!!!!!

chapter 39 --- someone wants to know a bit more

Some small interest has come to my attention, through ways of math and web counting. Let me tell a few things that need telling , although unless direct comments or probes for specific info comes to my attention, I can only keep my promise to add a chapter here and there when the counter swings upwards. First, the great SSJKK's father, Mr. Krassle, is very angry at me for daring to love his daughter. He cannot seem to grasp anymore, what he really knows is true, as he and the gods-gang, have used distracion to keep their thoughts away and removed from non-oblivion, for 'so long', not that long means anything, but words in human must here be used, as what other words can I use? He knows that he is only her father, the great NeptunejupiterJC, because upline in a realer multiverse than his, is a real girl with a real name, Sarah Krassle, and that we are all, including himself, just part of its dream. All that is, is God's thought, and we all exist as being part of it and inside it for lack of better description possibilities. Being under certain attacks from him or any of the 'gods', can cause severe interdimensionalization. I have left places and upon returning to them, something has changed, just like out of a sci-fi show. This has occurred so many times, to me, that yesterday, even when it did not happen to me, I admitantly believed that it had indeed occurred. Make u feel like a damn fool, when u insist the gods attacked u again, and find out, it was not the case, and a real literal and factual explanation to the situation does in fact exist. I was convinced that part of yesterday's blog was erased out of the multiverse, as even the laptop had no showing of what I knew I had typed in at the laundromat. But guess what my Morians, I had said these so-called missing things on bulletin boards on the my-space.com site I'm on, plugging my blogianity, if you will permit me to coin this phrase. Get efed with enough, and u start c'ing ghosts all over the place, when in fact there were none. I am telling u all this, to show I am honest. If a logical reason for some hell I go through, gets discovered later on down the line, I'll always fess up and tell my readers, I am no liar. This is what the "boy who cried wolf", story, was all about, a fabulous Esolphs Fable of olden days, telling a great moral. I will not cry wolf, nor lie in any way about my life story. I began my life journal, long before I ever heard of computer blogging and creating live journals. I kept it on cassette tape, and started it on one February of 1983. It included many horiffic telephone conversations, brutal audio fights with friends and family members, all dead today, in my varying residences. It was literally close to ten thousand C-90 cassette tapes of Hell-On- Earth.

The great SSJKK, and her human formout here on Earthworld life, is much less of a story, than how she and her entire upline world came to be, but these facts, can only b known, if she is willing to impart these secrets to me, and let them remain in my consciousness. For example, take a 50 dollar tape recorder into a concert, and you will get only an hour of the music, and hardly any of the true quality, at least back in my growing-up days when cassette recorders were used. 2 and 3 octaves of lower and higher sound reality, would not come out. My point is that conscious waking brain, is like that recorder, trying to remember the deeper worlds od truth/reality. My lightning goddess Diana Arteemus, let me fully remember what her beautiful eyes look like, as I was with her friend, in a powerful dream/interaction. This is one of her best friends, and in this world u can view her by going to the website, WWW.ACBP.COM, and clicking on pictures and the blow up option, the luscious blond on the left end f the screen is one of Diana's best friends, on the astral realm. She took me to visit her in an out of the way place, in a soda shop of sorts, in SahasraDalKanwal, the capitol city of the phase 2 life out and away from void infinity itself, and as soon as I waslked in, Diana walked right up to me and stared down at me, as she is just over six foot- three inches high in her bright red flat sneakers, that she bot at a shoe store in a large mall in Akoslem City in Ricktown, in the province of Olympia, where the capital city itself is located. My point to all this story is that she stared at me with her slitty long and unfathomable olympian eyes, multicolored with lots of green and silver, and her hair is very long and bright canary yellow, and shines so brilliantly, your physical eyes would blind-out instantly upon seeing her. But her eyes are so incredibly locked into my consciousness, that unlike her hair, or any other part of her beauty, my normal waking brain was so connected to her eyes, that even to this day, and the 'dream' was on Easther Sunday of 2001, I think about my lovely Diana's eyes not less than ten times every single day.

In closing, I am in the middle of a super botbar day. Everything went wrong when I attempted to go grocery shopping. I had to endure lots of nasty asses and much attitude. Also, I went to have a car radio put into my car, and believed when I got there, for the gods only know what reason, that I had forgotten to bring it, later to drive back home and see that I had the friggin thing all the time. Yesterday the dow dropped a bit because I was gonna give up my morianity bible project. My prediction today, a super frikin rally on their evil wicked stock market, and phillies, as usual, right down the girgler. But as I see the count go up, I will tell more and more secrets to the world, that 'they' certainly have a major vested interest in me not telling U. If comments come in about learning more on a specific event that I tell about, then I will of course gladly address it. Do U honestly think that a story like MORIANITY BIBLE is near to being fully revealed, in these few chapters, crissake, I'm not even warmed up yet. The chain in itself has a year worth of story to it, so does 1969, ettosian technology, all of my abductions, all my musical life and my physical/astral merged compositions, and how they began to alter the world after the 'dream' in June of 1980, with SSJKK singing her [Love Is For Carpenters] song to me, and on and on and on. We won't begin to C that I could 100 books about my nearly 2 years at RPL Sound Studio, and on and on, and let's not forget that I know where the 3 main wormholes are, thjat all allien beings throughout all 4th and 5th dimensions, are using to control their movements in and out of here, as their so-called saucers, are a small part of a much larger picture. So keep hitting and asking, or just hitting, as I see the count increase, I'll blow all your minds beyond sunshine donavan superman times ten to the googlepexth power exponent.

Chapter 38, Is Anybody Out There ?

Good morning my Morians, I am sitting here at the laundromat while my good friend, Ed, my computer genius, is here doing his laundry, and I am writing this blog on his laptop. I now know why they call these devices, [laptops], as the system is sitting here on my wittle-lap. I want again, to sincerely thank my good buddy, Ed, for taking the time and attention to render all of his assistance to my project, 1 helluva nice guy. But now, we come to an important crossroads, my Morians. I am beginning to feel that all of my efforts in writing the MORIANITY BIBLE, and all his efforts to properly produce and re-do it, may be in vane, and hence to wit and airgo, this may be the final chapter of the book. I have tons and tons of major things to tell to all of u out there, but if nobody out there is listening, and the majority is only seemingly interested in things of a sexual nature, and not concerned with a very important story that may end up saving the entire human race, and your own family someday, well I have the strength of a tiny child, and am by no means, an 'arm twister', as I'd get mine twisted off before I could holler out 'jackrobinsquat'. U' all r making a huge error, in ignoring someone, who by your way of looking at things, has died, and come back to tell what it is really all about, and how I am now suffering throughout endless and infinite hell itself. In the interaction where I spent 5 months, all in one night, on the night of 8/15/'86, in a parallel universe in another AC NJ, with the great Donna Summer, the former at the time president of the USA, Jimmy Carter, was there, and it was ten years earlier there, 1976, and he was president, even though it wasn't until January of 1977 that he really started the job here. I said to him, and remember the exact words of the dialogue between us, "I'm dead Mr. President". He then replied to me, "I know". U do not forget this kind of a major {dream}, believe me buddy boy and buster brown. Since this may be the last chapter in the book, unless I feel that some interest starts getting generated in MORIANITY BIBLE soon, I'll go on now to tell u just a few more strange occurrences that I have had, but first I do feel the extreme need to clear up a point or two, that I've tried to strongly make regarding the gods, the LAMIST cult, and how AC NJ, fits so perfectly into the whole the entire grand scheme of it all. First, this cult is the true ownership and controllers of two bodies, one being the CHURCH OF SATAN out on the west coast, established in when else, good old 1969, as well as the BLACK BROTHERHOOD, not in any way directly connected with the prison-gang, although some of the yard-birds may claim, that they indeed r a part of them. Psychics and mystics travel on circles, some anyway, on both physical, and astral planes or realms, and they are the true [brotherhood]. Just as people claim in witchcraft that there r white and black witches, there also is a white and black brotherhood of the mystic world. However, and many disagree with me, and that is just fine, there is a real evil section, made up of varying cults and orders, that would be definitely labeled as black, in the brotherhood--or evil. White and black stand for good and bad, and have nothing whatsoever to do with skin tones. Talk about Irony Avenue, and parking on driveways and driving on freeways; and ettosian detours to the freeway and humor street intersection, the idea of calling people white and black is also a reverse truth. The absence of all color is blackness, no color, yet they call black people,the ones of 'color. Concentrically, white is the opposite of this absence of any color, as it is all colors in the full spectrum, all mixed and merged together so y r the white dudes and dudesses not the colored people, white exists as all color blended together, the freeway/parkway logic, does strike again, does it not.
One night, while working a security officer position in Pennsauken, NJ, USA, I was getting dressed to drive into work for my shift. My mother had recently sewn a hem on my uniform guards' pants, while we at the time were renting a home together in early '89, in Moorestown, NJ, not far from Mitch Williams house, a few years before he threw that gods-awful game-losing pitch, that gave the world series win to Toronto in '93, and by the way, I made a prior-blog error when I said the 1992 game, the last season the phillies were hot was'93. Anyway, I told my mom that she sewed the hem up to high, and the uniform pants do not go down properly to my shoes. She said she would take it down the next day, and off I went to my post at C&E. Minding my own business, and walking my security rounds, in an area outside the building in a part of the parking lot where there was a short in the system that told the lights to go on at night, and without my flashlight, it was devil-dark out there. In comes a car, playing a loud tape of Donna Summer on their car stereo system, and they turned it down, came up to me, and there head lamps on their vehicle were not facing me, but perpendicular. Hence, and my point to all this will soon become quite obvious, they could not tell in a million years, that my uniform pants were hemmed up 2 inches to high, just way too dark, plus, y would they even give a rotten hoot in blazes anyway? Yet one of these CIA/BFA dudes hollered out to me, "hey man, your pants don't come all the way down to your shoes". This is the black file agency/lamist skum's sick and twisted system for letting me absolutely know, that there is no privacy in my own home, and that what I had quietly spoken to my mother in my own place not an hour ago, was illegally listened to by these pure sick filth-balls, and to add cheese to the cream cake, they were gonna let me know that they could and dit, and what was I gonna do about it? Literally, between the time that I came out of that dream/interaction with Donna and president Jimmy, right up to this present date, there are more than 1000 stories, all totally true that I could tell u-all, but if you'd all rather just do other things, and not have any interest in the wildest true story in thousands of earth years, well the, that's on all of U. If I should ever c that people are hitting on my blog, and have an interest, I could literally tell so many wild things, it just cannot be fathomed, none of will ever know what you have missed. Well, like most great opportunities, they get unanswered know matter how loudly they knock. As I speak, a fleet of military skum is flying very loud aircraft directly over my position here at this laundromat.
As 2 my adult-life return to AC to the beaches, all that occurred, where would I begin? I used to body surf with the present day mayor of the city. I asked him about Sarah, as I knew that he and Sarah Callio Martino were good friends. He smirked at me, and refused to answer any of my questions. Both he, and many of the guards treated me wickedly, and once, I truly believe that if I had not looked up in the nick of time, the future mayor of Atlantic City, would have drowned me. I was just swimming along and he came tearing out right at me, saying to me when by pure chance, I stopped swimming at that point and looked up at him charging out almost in my face at that second, "I saw something out there swimming, and was wondering what it was". Well, maybe so and whatever, first off, all these dudes have strong binoculars, and he knew darn well I was no large fish, but 2ndly, if I were, what large unknown fish would any of u start swimming out after, with no spear-gun. Not buying into any of this, as I feel that Sarah said to him that if I was asking questions about her, take care of it, you know, 'wise guy talk'. Anyway, La mists/Leviathans, owners of Wall Street, the fortune 50 to some degree, and masters of many of the black arts, and creators of the KEMTRAILS, are not the true owners of the worlds, even though they will tell a different story. Sarah-Stacey owns this, and it is all her thought, that we are all in and part of, when she, upline, thought of her days as a young girl, there in her world. How exactly this human form out part of her, got to this point, this is all a huge and mind bending story, that if people of the human race ever display an interest in learning more of all of this, then I'll gladly tell. What I will not do, is continue to waste my time. I am on my space.Com, hyperlinked with the word 'antilamist' and I am on this blogger spot, and no one cares nor seems interested in what I have to say, so I will just move on now to try other means of telling the world how this deadly bunch skum have and still are currently making my life a LIVING INFINITE HELL!!!!!!!!!!

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

Chapter 36 A Cursed Family, and Camp Miquon @ the Sea,LBI

Happy 4th holiday weekend 2 you all out there in cyberland, thought I'd
make a quick blog entry today about my grandpop, and his 50,000 $ LBI,
NJ property. Actuall, if he had been able to get fifty grand foor it at
the time, before the second world war, he would most likely have
deficated in his underwear. Also, Sarah, never in what u think of as
ordinary reality waking world, offered or threatened, nor expressed any
interest whatsoever in this property. My mother had just met the great
SSJKK, in her human formout at Atlantic City Municipal Utilities
Authority @ 401 Virginia Avenue, on my request. I had also asked my
business partner in Studio Park Records, to visit her in there as well,
and upon another occasion, took a well known recording star from
yesteryear, into the rear area of the building, where she imprisoned me
for about 2 minutes, to scare me and my friend, Billy, before re-opening
the rear gate, where a playground is located on the grounds, probably
for the offspring of the utility employees. She loves to scare me, and
always has teased me, and called me [That Boy], back in the 60's, as on
higher realms, she calls me this, as I am her large happy dalmation dog,
and always have been and will b, since she removed me from that horrible
Dogtown, where I infinitely resided. Never will I lie to my Morians or
tell lies on this MORIANITY BIBLE. She never in the physical mareial
planes of existance, did anything accept tell me to get lost and drop
dead, in a polite and somewhat coldhearted semi-ladylike way. I won't
lie about her, when I tell u that her no good hus came on to my cokehead
girlfriend back in '99, IT HAPPENED babyluv!!!!

Anyway, right after my mom visited her, she fell into a sick twisted
dream where she was in the water company, and Sarah was saying she
wanted a property that we owned in Long Beach Island, New Jersey, and
would give her 50 grand for it. We did have a property. It was in the
days when her grandmother on human realms, Sarah J. Karge, was living
near Trenton, NJ, the capitol of the state, where she was physically
formed out {born}, on July 18, 1896. Psychics independent of each other,
told me that her family and my father knew each other well, but I could
not confirm it in any way outside of unaccepted ways such as going
deeply into trance states. In any event, my mother's father, who was
Assistant Director of Physical Education, at the famous University of
Pennsylvania, owned a property in Brant Beach Township on this jersey
island, in those days, almost unheard of, unlike now, and 300 years ago,
when u would not believe the shit I could tell u about on the island.
Time is meaningless to me, I can trance out and move all throughout the
4th and 5th dimensions, the way all of u move through the other 3,
length/depth/ and width of normal space. Moving on, a total jerkoff
destroyed my grandfather's camp, using a legal strategy upon finding out
how to exploit an easement right clause in the property deed, and
created an apartment type structure on the opposite side of the
paper-road-easement, running through the camp property. This ultimately
led to my grandfather's bankruptcy, a major car crash, and a royal
screwing by jack kelly and tate mckennzie, 2 so-called friends of
gramps, who both put harpoon swords through his back, to further their
own greed and interests and agendas, the birth of the real [pre-80's]
hostile takeovers, and reaganomics, and etcetera garbage such as this.
Greedy mercianay evil capitalist pigs, where will it end? Think
logically about it, the earth is roughly 8,000 miles in diameter, so how
can wealth infinitely keep getting created? It can't, and only by
endlessly squeezing out the middle class, which already is basicly a
done-deal-donald, and the poor people, and turning us all into their
stinking slaves, can they be able at least 4 a while, continue this sick
evil system of theirs. I am not anti-cap by the way, but I am very pro
LIMITED-CAPITALISIM. If I were in the white house tomorrow, and could
pull it off without the BFA doing the A word to me, here is the way I
would row the boat, the minute congy and housy gave me the go vote:
Anyone with net worth over ten meg, the rest goes back to the universal
pool. Anyone with income of 200,000 to 2 meg, gives 30% to the universal
pool, and 100% to the pool on incomes after 2meg. Hay, why does anyone
need that much fuckin' money, explain it to dumb little me. No taxes,
just a universal pool, and citizens not elected nor appointed, but
selected in 10 day terms like jury-duty, would be the treasury
department, seeing that pockets don't get illegally lined by scumbag
crooked politicians. Don't like it, so don't fuckin' vote for me, I'm
not on the ballet aniwho:-] .

I am a simple person, and simplicity wins out over complexity. Make it
complicated, and life sucks. I remember all and only too well, the
friendly happy flower world of the 60's hippie world, and they sold out
to metamorphize into young urban professional people, yuppies, no longer
hip to the good shit, just yup and YUK!!!!!! Give me 30-40 years ago
ANYTIME.

Do not underestimate my shamanic beliefs and behavioral attitudes, many
places throughout our civilization, all over this earth, shamonism
ruled, and history included wakful and non-wakful events, as one big
picture reality. We civilized people now laugh at these ancient
native-american beliefs, but they knew this evil future with all this
sick twisted and un-natural technology, would come to their great land
here, if white man of which I am one, got his way and took over. Permit
me to be absolutely and 'perfectly Richard Millhouse Nixon clear' about
something. I am not for anything that is violent, anti-government,
terroristic, or revolutionary, and if anyone ever in my name upon
reading anything I say, or any of MORIANITY BIBLE, comes to this false
conclusion, then u r most certainly either taking what I discuss out of
context, or u simply need to further review what morianity is all about.
I hope to someday, begin a religous movement, yes, y the hell not, I am
the 62nd grandson of the lord, literally for crissake, and I would
really hope to start some type of large organization that specifically
deals with any and all harassements, financial, abusive in any way,
physically, emotionally, spiritually, ritually, psychically, mentally,
what have u, and create a huge international and global SUPPORT GROUP of
sorts, for anyone or any group, who is being persecuted and or
threatened in any way, without good cause, this is not to say we would
try to get convicted people out of jail. Everything I stand for is
Mosaic Law Based, and most laws in most civilized nations, are based in
part or in whole, on the mosaic laws, the 10 commanments of the great
SSJKK [JEHOVAH] as you call this being. When u give commands to a
computer, it is not really all that different than what is really
happening, big-picturewise, in 6th and 7th dimensional realities.

Remember, u r in a world of powerful illusions and delusions, that fool
the senses big time. Earthlife is not a solid reality, but bang your
head on the wall, and the same thing happens that happens with those 8
ball swing beads. Electrical energy traverses one through the other,
making the outer bead swing out as a pendulam, when u start the motion.
Wind and water do not kill u, nor knock cown your house, but invisible
energy that transverses from one air or water molecule, into another,
invisibly to us humans, is what is causing the damage, devistation, and
destruction. L I F E I S A N I L L U S I O N, get that through your head
and you will b 1000% ahead of where u just were.

Chapter 35 Fly Dowey Fly Upon Your Pirate Ship

WELL, THANX FOR NOTHING LOVELY WORLD, FOR TAKING ME #1, SERIOUSLY AND BELIEVING SOME OF MY PLIGHT, AND #2, FOR RENDERING ME SUCH LOVELY ASSISTANCE. Don't really c what any of u would have had to lose, as I did explain how u all could get rich as goldhorders, by simply shorting dow index, and making certain type of sports bets, which are taken most likely at every office, plant, or place u may b working, and every friendly neighborhood block also has their friendlt little odds maker, of course, along with his 3 or so 6 and 1/2 foot enforcer sargents. Aniwho, no one believes, and I watch this world hurling at very rapid rates and velocities, rushing towards some type of human/machine merging, ain't natural, ain't one bit good, it is sick, demented and totally twisted. If a dozen people plugged my spot for an hour a week, adding notes to things from I know darn well, r there, from their own lives, that would further tie into MORIANITY BIBLE, and make it all the more credible reading, for the average geek, nerd, newby, casual internet browser, or what have u, But no, the hell with poor me and my infinite and viscious hell. This is why the phillies have lost 7 straight, and the dow was up nearly a quarter thousand frekin points yesterday, don,t my accurate predictions, over and over again, mean anything to this air-head society? If I was proven wrong all the time, that is when u should b saying, [screw this asshole's stupid blog, it's just a lota sick crazy bullsmells. I said, not once, twice; watch the earthquake I must now give to the world, it is blog dated for crissake, then the following day or weekend in the case of last weekend's quake again in Indonesia, then I told u a major flood would have to be caused, as I must strike this evil empire back, r any of u bozo's tuning into world and especially local events? You tell me that u doubt that I am in direct communication, none of this church and prayer shit, DIRECT, with the 2 main forces that put life here on this ball of stale puke, the seas and lightning, and on astral realms, these energy beings are real highly intelligent entities, with plans for us, and agendas, as we have similar smaller ones for our own kids, and lives? Well believe your caveman ways, and peck away at this very unnatural odd technology, and play all your video games, and on and on etel and etcetera, but I know exactly what is real, and what's going the H.E double hockeysticks on!!!!First, the dow jones goes up when all things that r bad are in place, for all the little fish in the pond of slavery. U don't c you r enslaved, if your net worth is not 8 figurs +, but your blindness is not my problem, as I have done my best to b your spiritual eye doctor throughout this MORIANITY BIBLE. All the times the dow is on a downslide, is when things r getting better for us little average people, it is no more than a reflected and mirrored immage of anti-little-guy/gal. When it is up, all of u in your financial and business world ignorance, think, oh yeah, great for us, great for our economy and our nation. Bull X a billion, cause the opposite is total truth. the rich who r enslaving and dictating our lives to us, they, that's THEY, prosper when it is on this hellish and evil bullish run, as it has been since about 2K2, and only when it bears a bit, r the littles like us, gonna hope to ever grab a benny or 2 out of what life could offer us. It also is fixed and controlled, as they steal small investors money, legally with numerous tricks that big bucks can do, like gunning for stop loss orders, running a comm or stk price up and down ranges over the course of a trading period, clear out the stop loss poor that must use these safety features for obvious safety reasons, to protect them from losing their whole financial lives. They spread false rumors in ways and in places, that if u or I tried it, to our advantage, the securities exchange commission, or [SEC], would have us on 3 hots and a cot for ten years, it is by no means anywhere near to being a level playing field. Also, one month or year, the very same news that was good for the street, or vice versa is now bad for the street, I have absolute video-tape evidence of all of this, as I tape news broadcasts and the business news on my VCR, and have been doing so for over 20 years, to cover myself, and give me needed proofs that will back up my claims. Japs, during WW2 knew how dangerous and evil WALL STREET really was, and is to this day, only 1000 X more so. The gods help your kids in the years to follow, don't listen to me know, b super sorry later, all is your own choice. A great book u once could get, backed up all I am now saying to you, called, 19 PURCHASE STREET, if u ever can get it on e-bay, through a book collector, as it is long out of print through organized and agendaized suppression.

Chapter 34 The Story Of The [New Age]

So my beloved morians, and lessians, [those against me, not simply those in disagreement, as I respect all opinion], I refer to as Lessians, opposite of more is less, duh, anyway; now to the story about the new age and y it never came in in this timeline or part of hyperspace. First, all lines endlessly are in just as much motion as all celestrial bodies in the vacumn of space r, and this motion is based on endlessly moving and altering centerline realities, {MRC'S, moving reality centerlines}. Every instant in the illusion of time while we exist in physicallity, is exaxt centerline reality, in and of itself, at that instant, but, just a child sitting on a parkbench with his buddy, there are unlimited practically, different potential outcomes of occurance that if all else remained unchanged in the entire worlds everywhere, that can occur in the very next instant, between just these 2 little tikes on the bench, for a quick 5-example, absolutely nothing may occur between them, 2ndly, ben calls bud a dushwod and hocks a greenie at him, 3rdly, bud does this to ben, 4thly, ben gives bud an arm popper, and 5thly, bud gives the armslammer to ben. Now an instant later, coming from say, and chosen purely at random, #5, maybe benslams bud back on the arm is choice #1, or he cries and yells for mommy over on another bench squalking her head off with her new park friend bettysue is choice #2. If your mind could c for a louzy seck just how complex and intricate the 6th dimensional menu so to speak, must be, to provide the multiverses of all the uplline/downline system, [6th-D], you'd get a small glimpse at the power to anyone that might gain any potential control of what has been 20th century termed in sci-fi circles, [interdimensionalization]. If u had a trillionth of control over the powers behind this mega-gega-terra-peta menu of unfathomable complexity, u could fix it so that all u would have to do is wink at one person, or let another person see u do a summersalt while hollaring out kockadoodledoo, and 50 moves later a war would start, or iraq would invade kuwait, or whatever, u would b no less than a real honest to the gods GOD. Lawtrons think of manipulation of interdimensionalization as childsplay, and literally, as a little kid would play with toy soldiers or dolls, and immagine a life and existance around those toys with their thought energies, this in sort of a way, is what LAWTRONS do. Man can learn to synthesize this technology in numerous various ways. Let's not even friggin' go there right now, for the sake of the gods!!!!!!!!!! When I was young, I had a situation develop with a strange powerful and mysterious girl, down in Atlantic City, NJ, in the 1960's. Later, she continued interacting with me, but I tried to ignore it and go on with my life, but she and I were not meant to end our interaction on this world plane, at this point. I had an experience where I spent 5 months in a parallel event ACNJ, with a famous recording artist, whom there I knew well, and was an employee of the AC Medical Center, as a Lab Tek. I'm speaking of the disco queen, Donna Summer. From 86-95, ten straight years after the very day that I awoke from this wild interaction that in one night seemed to b 5 full months long, every single thing in my life seemed to be visciously cursed. Whatever I wanted, anything, would be totally repelled from my proximity like precision clockwork, and in like manner, but concentrically, whatever I hated, would be major attracted into my proximity. I was keeping a life bar chart, and watched it move overnight, literally, from normal numbers, to nothing but ones, ones, ones, the very lowest rating number. Things like this r not imagined, that was my proof, that something off the scale major had gone down in my life. One day I went for hypnotherapy, against doctors advice, and all those I knew, who seemed to wierdly sense that I was commiting some sort of invisible yet very real cosmic suicide, by having this hypno shit performed on me. But I was 21 +, and told the world to go to the blazes, and did it. Again, my life forever changed, as it seemed, the 60's and Sarah, was just days or weeks behind me, instead od decades, as my last encounter with her on the NJ transit bus at the ACNJ bus terminal, was on the night of 12 July, of 1970. A quarter of a century had ticked by for mosescrissake, but to me, it was all yesterday, not that I had forgotten any part of my life, it is hard to explain verbally, but where a normal adult puts childhood at mentally, I had taken it out of that invisible cosmic box, and resurrected it, in a way that it was normal for me to be acting as though these people down in ACNJ should also see this all as a week ago, and believe me, THEY FRIKIN DID NO SUCH THING. My returning angered them, they already had major guilty contionces for all the evil they did to me, molestation, consperacy to kidnap, assalt, robbery, and major abuses mental, psycological, and ritual. I will not harp on and on with this. Call it midlife crises mixed with hypnotherapy, or whatever u wish to label all of this, like my hellish nightmare life wasn't bad enough already, with more than enough bullshit tonnage to fill the new york harbor dry and stinky, now I'm on this wild quest and search to locate the great super girl, Sarah Krassle. This wiped out the entire new age and other things that would have softened this hi-tek society blow, but now, due to timeline alteration, never moved properly into place due to my offing the centerline moving realities, the wrong way, and involving the eldest daughter of the great god NEPTUNEJUPITER JAPTARAMA CAVELANTISOCLEEVIOUS.Mr. Krassle, as I call him, and he despises me for it, and hates my living stenching gutts anyway to start with, just 4 good measure. One day I went to his large 1400 foot escallator that leads up to an apartment right on the KRASSLEVILLE border, near the great KRASSLEVILLE RIVER that runs uphill into parts of the 6th dimension, cannot tell u more, they'll kill me, 2 death angels passed my left side as I have been blogging all of this. Sorry I wrecked the new age for all of us, no one would have enjoyed living in it more than me, it would have compensated a lot for all this geeky compuker stuff. But, since my return from the {other atlantic city}, why do you really think they did that promo?, anyway sarah, harrah, remember that now here, whatever I would like the world 2 b, it will only b the major reverse. I have much much more to tell u. A huge story surrounds my adult-life return to the great city on the human realm, [ACNJ], but 4 now, the ol' library scedaddle elbow just kicked in, so bye-bye, ya-all!!!!!! c u soon !!!!!!

Chapter 33 Evil Empire 100/ Righteous Empire 0

An elaborate game is being played with me from the 6th dimension. The computer man led me to believe that he could do wondrous things with my blog, but so far, I have wasted several long days over a 3 week period, and I am getting nowhere at light velocity cubed. I am being snickered and laughed at by trashy people, for no reason, merely walking up to the 2nd floor of this library, and 2 teen girls thoght something about me was utterly hallarious, even the people next to me at another computer, snickered at something, while I was speaking to this so called computer-geek, do not think this is anything except a total waste of my time, and remember, that I have a near-eternal indicator, the EVIL TRILOGY, being this time of the year, PHILLIES, and DOW JONES STOCK SYSTEM. Every single day, up and lose, up and lose, up and lose, and I am getting totally shit-squashed. If this was a joke, I would b the happiest duse on plan.earth, but it's not a joke, this nightmare hell is actually and literally happening to me JAMES T. BURR of the star ship GLOUCESTER. The LAMIST cult is just too frikin powerful for me to fight alone, they have everybody and everything in and under their control. Let me start to tell u that this all goes way beyond the Iranian shah or however u spell the title, but it is totally connected to this area, and 2 persons whom lived 3 or so mellinea ago, sariisarah, and her hubby, big Abby-baby. None of what is really happening, will any of u believe, and this will offend u, sorry but tough beans, you are all swinging from vines next to where I am in the grand scheme of this life. It is not supposed to b this way, I am what u could refer to as heavily SOUL-DAMAGED. Translation: u r not supposed to b anywhere near as totally aware to truth and total reality, as I am, it accidentally occurs when miraculously, somebody is able to survive against astronomical odds, a hell and nightmare, that is beyond fathomability!!!!!! I said it before, and you will read it again on future MORIANITY BIBLE, friends and fiends, ATLANTIC SHITTY/CITY, NEW JERSEY, is where this entire humongous evil monstrous nightmare is all eminating and fleminating from, and the only good thing that I have to say about this place, is that when the sun blows apart in the skies above us one beautiful glorious day, this wicked evil den of shit will be totally and completely wiped off the face of the earth. Some skum bag has the unmitigated gall, to turn a radio on in here, and nobody in authirity is telling the person to stop, and as I wrote this, the lawtrons made an adjustment in the program, and stopped the music, literally. But things r happening around me that r too incredible to be believed. My computer man cannot seem to get the blog the way he told me he was going to, and seems to be a little stimied, maybe he still will succeed at it, but I will believe as I have come to learn to believe things, as and when, they actually occur. I have been promised things that would make trump and gates sit up and take notice, but always end up just being lied to, or the promiseor simply seems to always be unable to fullfil what was agreed upon, leaving me out in the cold, hopeless and helpless, and then they all say, that I am a baby and a whiner. Fine! Say I am 7 foot 5 for all I care, I know I am knee high to a child, and I do not live in fake realities, I accept what is, and know what can b changed, and change it, but few things are lawtronically permitted to be altered in my favor. Anyone wishing me hell and harm, all they have to do is ask the lawtrons to bury me, and boom, 6 feet of heavy dirt is laying upon my chest. Try to help me, and people end up in car crashes, sick, and all this type of crap. Sandy, my cousin, whom went onto name one of her twin daughters, Stacey, was in my room, # 323, in the Trinidad motel, on Tennessee Avenue, in ACNJ, and so was all of the VI-QUEEN gang, Sarah-Stacey, Nena Soifer, daughter of the manager of the Trinidad, Paula King, and many other giant beautiful teen queens, all these girls were in my room, big beautiful giant dangerous teen-queens. There are lawtron systems that cause certain precise things to occur, this being one of those things, and it effects huge numerous things down through the space-time continuum. When the space agency, who is gonna launch another shittle craft tomorrow, tried to murder David and myself, by forcing us off the 295 NJ highway in early '88, the driver was related to one of the persons in this gang, through marriage, a mister Jackson. My aunt, never ever never got anything screwed up, the epitome of an organizer, somebody that had it together in totallity 24/7/365.2422. Yet, oh gee, she just happens to need help from sister in law Grace, my mother, and begged us to take her daughter, my first cousin, Sandy, off her hands, and with us on our vacation to ACNJ. Believe me, don't tell me I'm making mountains from molehilles, I AM NOT!!!. This lady prided herself to a fault and then some, and would literally rather die and burn, than to ever ever admit to needing anything from anyone, NOT EVER, this was who she was, the kind of person she was. I AM NOT EXAGERATING THIS, nor making any of this up so help me the gods. She was great friends with an ex CIA agent, who went on to be the shahw of Iran, later into the 1970's. If I ever told u all that is happening to me, day to day, going right up to the present time, u would tie me up with ropes. I am claiming this plot goes back to when the great SSJKK camr here to this planet, and talked to Sariisarah and her hubby Abraham, and that Iraq, the Gulf War, the terrorism and the plane bombings, all of this is not a bunch of seperate crumbs, but is one huge twisted rotten and stinking fruitcake, that blew up in my face, is still blowing as I type presently, and will continue blowing, untio someone believes my nightmare, and sees what real hel is all about, and why it is NOT a good thing for mankind, but a super disaster, that the stock market continues to gain, some super secret japanese cults knew this 90 years ago, and I have news clippings in credible papers, backing up all these claims that I now am making. These sick LAMIST/LEVIATHINS AND THEIR DISEASED FLASHMOBS AND COMPUTER ATTACKS, AND ATTACKS ON THE REAL FREEDOMS THAT ONCE MADE THE UNITED STATES THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON THIS SICK OLD PLANET, R BEHIND THINGS SO TERRIBLE, THAT IF U WOULD TAKE ME SERIOUSLY AND BELIEVE ME, YOU WOULD ALL GO OUT RIGHT THIS SICK DISEASED MINUTE, LOCATE ALLOFEM, AND OBLITERATE THE ROTTEN BASTARDS AT WARP55. Stop seeing alquida and housein and any of these people as so monstrous, they r only following orders from LAMISTS, and if they had not, their families would all have been shamed, and tortured to death, by sicker people even than those that ran the US torture prisons, although I have first hand knowledge, just no court evidence, that those abagrey people or however you spell the name of that prison, they all are high ordered LAMISTS, just as is mister loveboy moneybags trump.