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CHAPTER 33



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Well folks, here we are on a Sunday evening that is beginning here in South Central Florida at Fort Pierce. It is currently a hot 85 degrees Fahrenheit, so no ice skating will be done with lovely Razoli or Iles. I never can keep straight which is which, and admit that I do not watch much television, only the shows that I have felt connected and attached to, and never years ago having the smallest clue why, but those were my 20-0 blind days. Things make so much sense when YOU COME TO KNOW the very basic simple reality that all things are connected together in the true worlds of the invisible subatomic. Since larger things are merely a collection of atoms that are all held together by yet unknown forces as of 2013, the science verifies right now, mathematically, that my words are true and accurate, all is connected, and then the really deluded and paranoid that never get into Quantum Dynamics, go insane when they start seeing these weird mysterious things happening all around them, and are aware of their absolute reality, yet they do not have the educated facts of the quantum worlds to avert their soon to follow, or eventual, insanity. This is a true shame, but it leads straight to a very wicked evil unpleasant to put it very politely, monster truth that few know and or face. The few who know some of this, don't want to share it, keeping the why this is happening and the how to do something about it, knowledge, is nothing less than hoarding great amounts of true form energy, and all scientists know the formula, energy divided by time equals power, so wanting this power over their lifetimes, means they wish to literally, and just as the great super author, James Redfield said so well in many of his wonderful books; steal all the true energy around all of us, and just keep it all for themselves. This means not a lot of difference than putting folks in an air tight sealed up Walmart Store. There is plenty of food and air for a while (TIME), but in order to keep persisting through time, or LIVING; a few need to band together and grab most of the food and drinks. Those then with less get weaker and die off, leaving more supply's as well as more breathable air for the more abundant few who stole what was not their rightful share. Folks, I am not against America, the government, or even Capitalism, and get that fucking straight right here and now, PLEASE. I am merely a simple minded mathematically minded person that knows that endless supply cannot be created and sustained on a limited size planet world. The numbers won't work. If I were Jeremiah the bullfrog, I would not get rid of capitalism, but we would transition into a society of LIMITED-CAPITALISM. Once your net worth in money and goods and income exceeds 100 times what any normal person would think of as living super king style, say off the top of my head 200 grand annually, then multiplying that by 100 and this is the ceiling of anyone, and after that, money goes into the general pool. No more taxes, no more ever spending what we don't have. No more credit, not for people, not for governments. This would solve the problem of humanity within a decade and life here would become a mother fucking utopia. But I am not on any election ballots, and all I have is my opinion and a big typewriter mouth. So what is 200 grand times 100? Well it is twenty million bucks, 200,000X100 or 2X1, + the zero total, 5+2, see how easy math can be, and no calculator?, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE. So that's a 2 with seven zeros after it, 20 million. Anything over this, in income or combined already owned items, and into the pool it goes. No one needs to be that fucking rich, it is ridiculous, Mack RED-X Louise Chesapeake Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





My health as you know has been bad for a while, but if I can make it until my doctor sees me soon, I will beat these pricks at their own game. If not, my blog doubles as my dying declaration. Also folks, yes; I know I should fucking proofread my shit. There are lots of mistakes that I always end up correcting, and what a fucking pain in my ass it is, too. If you'll all re-read the paste-in part, you'll see both corrections, and some changes. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab-dogs; my health is no simple walk in the park, it is just as with most if not all things connected with the Mountainpen, complicated and messy as 'Dogtown'. I miss you lovely 'Midge'. But with all of the mountaintops that are there to climb, and girls that I will eventually end up telling anything they want me to, Copyright Examiners; I believe a smart voter is a split ticket voter, and it is not easy any more to do this as it was in the early seventies. There are always more than one person to vote for on many various offices being sought, by both parties, but I am saying there are times where offices would be better served by members of both parties. I don't know much about the political process and try to keep out of it, as I knew it was a hopeless lost cause when I was 14 years old, and have told why, and cannot force you to believe that I have circled around and relived this hellish shit over and over again, and I can still hear both Sally Starr and Paul Pedersen laughing at me. But it's true and their laughter makes no difference whatsoever. Still, how I remember a sociology teacher in my final year of school telling about voting the split ticket, and I do not even think this is doable any longer. Well, I love that cool show on the Science Channel, ''Mythbusters'', give them a break 'Spell-Checker''. But last night's show made me want to add a little something in, since they were discussing something that I walk a close shadow with, in fact 40 years ago, I walked two close shadows with what was shown just last evening, but that should remain there, for now, Joan Lapplane. They did not mean to offend, but they did place conspiracy theorists in a one ticket all or nothing group, and I just felt compelled to write this short note and say that I can only speak for myself, as an openly admitting CT Buff, but definitely NOT on all things, my ticket is big time split. I laughed the loudest of all of them when I would meet up with folks or would hear that utter nonsense about the moon landings all being faked by NASA. I have been on the moon, and I have seen the Apollo-11 landing sight, and the flag, and it was struck by a small meteor shower in the area but it is there and it all is real. I did not need their show to tell me the moon landing was real and not some wild conspiracy, and I cannot for the life of me understand how a soul can think it was faked, yet I would still fight to the death on any battlefield of the world right now for their right to believe it and express their opinion publicly. But do I believe in cover stories, and do I believe there is a real Exploratronic Supermind out there, that is responsible for the pyramids and UFO sightings and any one of a thousand other things within the so-far completely unexplained realm of humanity; YOU BET YOUR ASS I DO, Annie Blowback Cutterlaw Dreamfileds Costner of Iowa.





They want ideas for their show, but I know they will never listen to this one. It would expose my powerful reality and existence, and the 'EW' would never ever permit it, but try and bust my ESS beliefs if you want, and if I ever hear from you guys, I will show you how to do a few wild things that will cost you way less than what you spend on average currently on the projects you so far have done, I promise. Then you would get the mind blow of the millennium just how real HSE is, and the ESS and hyperspace around us, all is. Probably, if you ever took me up on this, you would be known as the show that turned all of Oprah into toast, overnight, as this is bigger than 100 Einstein Relativity deals. But as I told Lenny McKinnon back in 1980, I already know you never will contact me, so let me move this along after merely closing out my thoughts about this with these last words. I know there are about 80 percent out of the 80-20 fullness of things, that the Conspiracy Theory buffs or the CT Buffs, are totally whacked out with, it is beyond absurd, and I am first man off the train carrying a big sigh proclaiming that. But the 20% is not, and I did take a little offense at being generalized and mocked as a crazy CT Buff, but that's OK folks, I'm so used to it, it is like watching the day go by, 7-365, year in, and year out. Still, I needed to make my little comment, and I enjoy that show, it is a great show, and the Head Morian recommends it his viewers. The Science Channel has many great shows such as this one, many many many, lovely Ingrid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





My health was hit just as my life in general was hit, the second I left school. It honestly and fucking truly was as if some force not from this realm, was ACTUALLY WAITING for the exact day that I left school to go into the real outside world and try and make a living so that I could if nothing else, SURVIVE, as without some money and ability to create a sustainable wag income, barring a literal life saver such as the Social Security disability Program, I WOULD HAVE BEEN ONE SCREWED FUCKING PERSON, AT WARP 67!!!!!!!!! Now people, I am a fan of Yogi Berra as well as Abigail Skating Coincidence despising Carmichael of the LAW & ORDER TELEVISION SHOW!!!!!!!!!! How amazing shit is, you know, the show talking about the show within the show, for the half dozen on Earth who isn't totally fucking clueless on what's getting said here, a BIG-ASS MACY SUPER WOW is most definitely needed here, as a large insert. So it will be, AHA AHA MMCN.





As I speak, the sun is getting lower in the western skies out my sixth floor apartment window ff to my left, while I sit here typing this blog at my work-station, YO!!!!!!!!! We get some real pretty nature views in this part of Florida, anywhere basically within 50 miles of Palm Bitch Beach in all directions, but I sure wish that my wonderful LIGHTNING wouldn't let me down, but back to my health after leaving Special-Ed school on the final week of January in 1973. The first thing done to me, was attacking my throat. It always has been about my THROAT, yet nobody, not one mother fucking doctor would alleviate a lifetime of fucking physical agony, by removing my adenoids or my cunt chewing ass tonsils, YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW PISSED FUCKING OFF I AM ABOUT THIS, AND THIS HORRENDOUS ROTTEN EVIL EMPIRE NATION. They target people to make them as miserable as they can on all fucking fronts of fucking life, and just as they sat back and literally allowed my kid's distant cousin to die a horrific death from cancer back on New Years Day in the year of 2011; as much as this helped me and brought me some closure and took away great fears I had of her, but all that aside, she still was a human fucking cunt lapping being, and you just don't fucking ass treat people that shit eating way, or you shouldn't be in this so-called great nation, HA, what a fucking total mockery laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cruelty of these evil secret agencies and their agents, can be measured in nothing less than PETA-MISERIES-CUBED, YO!





'BUT' my health, and my throat, Shirley Glandsgrant; was all a part of some shit that goes far beyond the known areas of this realm and world, and far beyond the faintest stars of the fucking cock sucking night sky. 'THAT' my peeps, is total 100% super ass GOSPEL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Buth that myth!









The powers that did this to me cannot ever be properly talked about, as they do not live as we do, and 'they borrow us' from other transdimensional hyperspace, while they DREAM-CONTROL their doppelgangers. We all have doubles in virtually unlimited amounts of PARALLEL UNIVERSES, AND ALL THESE UNIVERSES, AND OURS AS WELL; EXIST IN A 5TH DIMENSION CALLED THE HYPERSPACE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







Now after they started my throat condition originally, late in the year 1972 and early into 1973, while this all happened, I was up on that wonderful island, Woodie Guthrie, that great New York Island, sir, and made my first contact, never even being aware of it. Then about 4 years later, I was working at a print shop, and it returned only 10 times worse. The inside of my throat looked like a war zone, filled with giant white puss circles. No one would help me, not one fucking doctor. Why would I lie? Why would Ann King lie as well about the authorities in the medical world allowing her daughter to just die? This is the biggest cover up in the fucking known universe, and the Mythbusters can laugh at folks like me all they want to, but they would never be able to bust my shit, and I fucking challenge them to try, as if they ever could, I would throw these blogs into the fucking deep blue sea and keep my mouth shut for the rest of my miserable fucking rotten lousy ass pathetic life. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT. Cut me a bwake, Margie fucking 1985 Leo!!!



A lot more will be told soon, this is just the opening!!!!!

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I HOPE you are ENJOYING READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 33. WOW, IT IS DOUBTFUL, WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER, GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK AND BETS ON THIS ONE, CUZZ!!!!!
















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« Classical Jew’s Harp Music (MP3s) | Main | “If You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE, AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM 1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK HERE:

Don't bother trying the link, all my links were disabled by me!!!!!
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Mark_from_njAt the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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Yes, I have a comment, friends at WFMU, besides go screw yourself, and yes; I got your accidental message Jason on an old blog comment on Blogger, AHA AHA AHA. Don't look for me on any social networking sites, I don't play these ridiculous games, you all go enjoy that stuff, WEEEEEEEE! Don't try clicking into any of my blog links to youtube, unless they are old blogs showing other videos that I enjoyed and shared. They will still work. I took down all of my stuff, it was for my own personal enjoyment, what was I thinking, sharing all of this with a world of dark-agers? I totally agree with Judge Judy on the silliness of social-net!




Goyim in the AM
“The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation…”
I don’t think any existing recording device on this earth could have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.
Posted by: Goyim in the AM | December 12, 2006 at 02:42 AM

King Daevid MacKenzie
…the link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up. Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December 12, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Listener Therese
Sorry about that! I just fixed it.

Steve PMX
I think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look at his horns and christ-blocking shades.

K.
Sweet Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks like him.

bartelby
Just sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli, there are many people like this probably an hour’s drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this different than getting enjoyment watching a man with a club foot trying to walk?
Posted by: bartelby | December 12, 2006 at 11:14 PM

Chris Arter
Hello My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90 minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he was born in 1954 by looking up material that he mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had this tape for about 14 years and have never been able to find anything on him except his name and the names of other copyrighted material that he has registered. Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the tape like you describe only captures his side of a conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90 minutes I’ve ever experienced.

maledoro
I clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s CDR, but it was no longer listed. :(
Posted by: maledoro | August 07, 2007 at 06:54 AM

Fairlight
Aaah, very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his recordings has been used on the track “The Christ Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out what this nonsense single-sided argument was all about. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Fairlight | September 22, 2008 at 02:34 PM

Ghostlight
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:19 PM

Ghostlight
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:21 PM

Ghostlight
I’ve been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ, a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a hardcore blogger writing under the handle Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there ideas.
Posted by: Ghostlight | October 30, 2008 at 08:25 PM


Tony NYC
Hi. I got to this page while reading about music played on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging, groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who might know what the song title and author was, or how I can get a copy of it?
It’s been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.
On that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley & Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks, for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted by: Tony NYC | May 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM

Razzy McThaxton
This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest blogs.
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REMEMBER THIS IS NOT MY LIKENESS, AND I GAVE YOU THE DECODED SETTINGS FOR SEEING MY TRUE APPEARANCE, WHEN I BEGAN MY BLOGS, AND I HAVE NOT CHANGED ALL THAT MUCH. I MERELY TRY KEEPING MY HAIR A BIT MORE NEATLY ARRANGED, AND LESS PUFFED UP ALL OVER IN THE BACK. IN ORDER TO MAKE THE CHANGES AS I INDICATED; YOU NEED TO PASTE IT INTO A DOCUMENT ON YOUR PC, THEN MAKE THE CHANGES. JUST IN CASE YOU WANT MORE PROOF OF HOW MY MONEY IS ALWAYS LESS GREEN THAN THE OTHER FELLOW'S. I PAID TO HAVE A GOOD PHOTO DONE, THIS IS NOT THE WAY IT SHOULD HAVE COME OUT, AND I WAS FUCKING TOLD THAT DIGITAL IS DIGITAL IS DIGITAL; AND THIS IS NOT TRUE, NOT IN VIDEO, AND NOT IN AUDIO. I KNOW LOTS OF SECRETS SUCH AS THIS, AND WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT ENHANCING OR SHOPPING SOUND OR LIGHT IMAGES. THAT TOO IS THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN THE ENTIRE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD. WELL, NEXT TO THE SECRET OF VIRAL VIDEOS BEING A TOTAL FUCKING 100% MEDIA HOAX, AND I HAVE EXPLAINED THAT ONE ALREADY, YO YO YO YYO YOO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Sure it's all a coded poem, but what the hell is not; Sherry-Lee Saturn Car saleslady-1997?????



Speaking of all this 1997 bullshit, and as Lenny McKinnon said it so well in 1982, ''Good Lord, and a quarter'', WHY ME, all great Pope's at Pote's? Well, that question has lengthy ramifications. We could be a decade on that one, folks. Before we go there at all, let me compensate for Miss Sleaze-disease-weeds-Jane. Good old wonderful saleslady Sherry-Lee Pote. But yes, Jane Sleazedisease Bitch-face struck me on this morning where I am making this newest updated MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART 6, with neighbor trash slamming a door at exactly the time my clocks were reading eleven fucking eleven. I immediately got up and compensated with my page on the word documents on my PC called, ''Looking at the FIVES'', and an entire page displays on the screen filled with lovely giant purple colored FIVES, HA HA HA HA, YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!



BUT LET US GET TO LENNY MCKINNON, BEFORE I CLOSE OUT THIS PILLOW TALKING/MOUNTAINPEN SQUALKING WHITTLE BWOG HERE GOOD FOLKS, WHAAAAAAA. Oh Elmer Fudd, where are you when I need you, in or out of the Walmart in any mother fucking year back in decade one of this horrendous rotten twenty-first asshole century, YO YO?





Folks, a lot more will be said as Morianity Part 6 trudges along, regarding both rap-music inventor Lenny McKinnon/record promoter and pal of the two Philly Music world owners of yesterday, Leon Huff and Kenny Gamble; as well as the period where my great ass father came back after ten years out of New Jersey, to visit me after I turned nineteen, forty years ago, and how I got him talking in his sleep about powerful secrets such as what sparked this comment on a blog back in 2007, by the Quantum Future Group, and their representative, Sir Michael.























The invention in 1980 by me, called; ''KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL'', is also a complicated item that connects powerfully into an entire situation that when all bundled together, to quote lovely TV-FLO, it all perfectly intertwines with the days leading up to all of the things that followed it in unmistakable ways, all while residing at the great mighty Robin Hill Apartments, at number 1802, from May 1, 1980, through January 31, 1983, when I moved from there into the rental home in Atco, New Jersey a dozen miles or so down the White Horse Pike to the east and towards Atlantic City and their Municipal Utility Authority at the end of this Pike, also known as Route-30, into the home of Jerald Pliner on Norris Avenue, #134, where all of the ''MEDICAL ISSUES'', with or without sportscasters Yogi Berra, as well as digital Phillies winning number year inversions of Harry Callas, all connecting together in the true worlds of energy, and are invisible to those not sensitive to see this while their minds operate in a conscious way, or divided by the speed of light squared, so that they and all of us, can maintain this waking and so-called, tangible material Earthly existence. DUH!












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EVERYTHING ELSE IS PURE ILLUSION, WHEN SCYLLA SAID, LET THERE BE LIGHT, SHE CROSSED US ALL OVER FROM THE VOID NOTHINGNESS, INTO A WILD DREAMING EXPANSION OF INTERACTIVE HYPERSPACE, ONCE IT ALL GOT GOING, ONLY ONCE IT DID, ALL OF THIS NEVER REALLY BEGAN IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND THAT COULD BE PHILOSOPHICALLY THOUGHT OF AS THE ABSOLUTE AND ULTIMATE GORDIAN KNOT.






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People for example like Alex Jones and all the hot shots of the talk radio up around fucking cunt Philadelphia, and that is all it is, TALK, TALK, TALK, TALK, and for the same reasons and the same agendas of the non conspiracy folks, and I know this dirty filthy little best kept secret oh so well, SIR KEVIN TREDAUX, it is always and only, ''all about the fucking MONEY'', THE TRUE REAL GOD OF THIS WORLD!










































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A MAJOR REITERATION IF I MAY HERE!

Yes, there is a lot of history here, and we are leaving all of this right here for right now, lovely Lieutenant Vanburen!!!!!!!!





Hyperspace is a truly unknown element!!!!!







I am not inferring that the men and women of science do not know about it, but their level of understanding is unfortunately for me most of all, kindergarten. If they knew and believed what I know and believe, and would run some of the necessary tests that would indeed totally verify and prove beyond a doubt, that stuff Morianity tells about it, is all so dam real and true, then they could aid me and assist me; in fighting the MONSTERS OF THE ESS. They are not all bad, nothing ever is all good, all bad, or all anything. This cosmos is always some type of a perfectly balanced reality, whatever this reality really is, but the one thing we all can agree on, and that is, BALANCE BEING OF ABSOLUTE IMPORTANCE, is not a questionable item, not ever. Now L-4, IN FOLLOWING THIS UP JUST A SMALL BIT ON THIS MASTER SHEET, GOOD FOLKS, I need to say just this for now. Take two small children that weigh 40 or 50 pounds and let them play tug of war, and see the balance between the ability of either one to pull each other over the line. Eventually most of the time, even with just one, no matter how seemingly balanced in size and strength, one wins while the other loses, but it is not a quick slam dunk pull, 1-2 and boom, the winner, no, and this is balance. Take two railroad locomotives and set them together with equally made engines and weights, and let them push on each other as well. These are a million times or so stronger than the two children, yet the same thing happens. As long as this balance is maintained, we can dream out of the void infinity. The one thing that removes the dream-illusion the loss of a cosmic balance. To further get into what I'll be telling on this subject, you will need to continue to read these blogs. I promise you I will blow your mind as you do so, folks. But you will be left with this quick little thought that will keep you glued. When I am done telling everything, and should you so desire to test out stuff that will prove to YOU that I am correct, after-ll, I do not plan to end up with folks someday saying, well, that was the 'theory' of Morianity. This is no theory, and it certainly is not mass and energy being the same thing, merely one or the other depending on when one is either multiplied or divided by the speed of light squared so it then becomes the other. You rarely see the great equation in reverse, M=E/C2, and no, I cannot find the font that raises the little '2' instead of lowering it, but you all SHOULD know what I mean here. These things are no theories, and I will always tell you if I am not totally sure, or if I am theorizing about something; or flat out, that if it be the case, and many many times it is the case; I just simply don't fucking know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the stuff you will get from the blogs that are soon to follow, are indeed known to me, and I will share a lot with you and even show you how to do stuff, but I already know, Lenny, old 'pal'-601, yeah-right, what I know, and that is all that I know.

















Folks, even more powerful than life and death, consciousness and awareness, truth and falsehoods, and evil and wickedness, lies that ground of true HOLY GRAIL REAL ESTATE, and no guys, not ''THAT 3 INCHES'', let's keep our minds out of the French Sewer System, huh Sarah Callio Martinez????????????? Yes, what is that most precious item good folks, what we all need more than air and water, to live another second, as you can live one minute with no breathable air, and 70 hours or more without drinkable water, but without B---A---L---A---N---C---E, FOLKS; you not only won't live another fucking ass microsecond, but you never were even here to start with, and THAT sir ROCKDROID, is an even larger lurching overriding equation, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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Yes, I want this on all blogs that follow, for a while anyway. This comment that was left by either the QFG or the gentleman named Michael either acting or not acting at their behest, posted it onto my 2007 blogs, shortly after my 70 day give or take a few sabbatical that I took from my nearly eight year blogging career of today. Anyone of you can officially check this out anytime to verify its authenticity regarding when my blog posted, and when this comment did as well. This is now part of the Morianity Master Sheet System of Part 6.





























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THIS IS MORIANITY PART SIX, GOOD FOLKS:







I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS CHAPTER NUMBER 33. WOW, IT IS DOUBTFUL THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER, GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE BOOK AND BETS ON THIS ONE, CUZZ!!!!!









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If the history of the Great War of the ancients were ever recorded, except by the black-tongued o ones own tales, It would cause Man to stand in awe (or disbelieve) that such Huge Satelitic Masses were ever deliberately tossed throo this atmosphere in an attempt to Demolish all 2 of the "Little Men" Great Works. Fortunately for Mankinds ego only a Gypsy will tell another of that Catastrophe. and we are a descredited (sic) peopole (sic) , ages ago. HAH! Yet, 2 Man Wonders where "we" came from, and I Do Not Believe that they will ever know. These folks on this planet are so engrossed in their puny pettiness & Squabbles that If the Great Bombardment were to happen again They would destroy each other in blind Panic. 2 Ah! Well, Their own "Great Book" Prophecys (sic) that they will surely do so and kick this Planet off its orbit, away from its Solar System, even "The Moon shall not shed her glow" & Well, stars "falling" & the Sun "Going out" or away, seemingly. They will 1 blast this Jewel into Dead Space . A good thing that we have Learned to not war. pyac ma droba jesi tlodlic' Truscani The Atruscans know 2 Generosity overwhelms. My Dear Brothers: No one Single Man has dared before to do so Much to expose the facts of the Matter before us. I say to you that this Man Fears and so Will not ever go any farther than this "Soapbox." He Definitely Lacks Character ENOUGH to go further. So do not concern yourselves with Him at All. What if I am Wrong? Even then do Not be Concerned. I say to you this 2 man is Plainly too interested in "Who" shall be Wrong" Rather than whether his touch upon Fundamental Principles of Force utilization is or is not so. Thus He tys (sic) Himself all up firmly. In short, he is a "Small" man, too small to Lay himself upon the alter of Such Exploration as Would be necessary to Prove Definitely that he is correct beyond any doubt. No, He is "Proud-Small" and will only defend his investigations, Not that theory, at all. As you see, it is plain, on the final Pages of this, His "Soap-box," Even if Some one Else took up the Work
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he recommends to "enacted by Law" It is now already to Late for the Gaiyori are too Madly Racing to destroy each other & will Very Soon Do So, over a Mere Parcel or two of the sections of this Planet, or over Who is Right 1 & Who is Wrong or from Jealousy (ENVY) of the other. They are yet Children, These Humans, Show it too Clearly. As things Stand, They Value Materiall thing & Will not apply themselves to True Values of Their own Great Prophetic Book. In Principal Yes, but Not Practice No Christian Nation or Diplomat will ever be of True Value to another. Thus, Destruction. This Man is No Different 2 He too is Not of a "Big Spirit" enough. Dle Puka

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Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
091807.731 I AM BURNING IN DGTOWN----subtitle

Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil nation nation ratio ration, to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.





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Blog # 16 of “RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES FOOTBALL”
091707.611 (AKA SEPTEMBER 17, 2007, MRS. M).

Well everybody, here comes quite a freaking story, so B bathroom relieved, get your beer and pretzels, or whatever, your comfy-chair, and etcetera, and let us go, or if I were the purring cat radio of the Callio/Martino Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area, I now would B telling U to “Grab some tail and hold the shit on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, starting on Friday the seventh of September, of the year Ano Dominae of two thousand and seven, I have been under a major MO death siege, and once more in reiteration, this stands 4 MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. I also have shortened this to MILOTA, same diff, it all can B translated in totally synonymous meanings, to liquid pig shit, mixed with sour vinegar, hurl juices from all the patients receiving chemotherapy, and further meshed together with those extra niceties such as beer urine, dog dung, monkey cum, and aides infected blood. Yummy in the tummy, drink up Milota, but let me do video distance delay Swiscan and observe your facial expression, pweeeze!!!!!!! My Morians, I am getting kemtrails, planes, choppers, big time health attack death beams and sky poisons, utility attacks, breaking and entering into my trailer, violations of all of my Civil Rights as a legally born law abiding United states Citizen.

Let me start with the attack at 10:30 this morning, a super loud and low milituforce plane and then a half hour later, a milituforce roof scrapping house shaking chopper, struck me, zenithing my personal space, to keep this Dirtbag stock market from ever going in any direction other than up into the fucking stars. I am going to open an E-TRADE on-line trading account, and do what I should have done when the market crossed 12,000 points 4 the first time, as I swore that I would do, but fucking pussied out!!!!!!! Admitantly, I actually lost one more bet than I won in opposite shooting, by in fact winning more bets out of 36 non-green spins than I lost, with 4 green house vig pop ups. On the 10/100 betting level, we would lose as a partnership one time, or $90, and then add on 4 half-loss betting amounts for the house vig, or $55 times 4, or $220. Minus 90 and another minus 220 totals a $310 total loss, we each thereby would lose $155.00, and this happens about 1 out of 8-10 times, and this weekend was one of those times. Still in the last 10 paper play games, I am now still roughly holding a 70% loss out of the total 360 non green spins of outcomes of numbers of 1-36. Hence, by my losing my $10 betting amounts, Eddie Him would B winning his $100 betting amounts. Starting 2C yet my readership how I am about 2 kick some serious and quiet ass at the Atlantic City Casinos, and very soon, so if Eddy or I develop more health problems that interfere with our ability to go there and play, I accuse all of the mobsters and Briggers and all others whom I have accused on all of my prior DYING MANS DECLARATIONS of doing this to me and Eddie. Nothing works 100% of the time, even planets collide, even stars eventually burn out, and without getting into high dimensional scientific math equations, and keeping it simple, nothing is an absolute that is based on any type of statistical situations. Parallel event 4 example when applied to various things, have various degrees of long run effects. With roulette, applying two of the number parameters against the remaining third one of the following spin, such as every time a black and odd comes out, the next outcome has 26 highs and only 4 lows, UR now at a table where U can take advantage of this running parallel event. The long run play advantage on playing anything where a ration between these, and I SAID A RATIO MACHIME MIND, Aniwho, the advantage is 7% over 50/50, provided this ratio is 5:1 or greater. 26:4 is indeed a 5:1 or better ratio. Don’t get excited Governor Corzine and Sora, but I know what I know, and this is going 2 lead me into a new topic soon, and will B in this blog. So stay-C tuned my Morians, and Lessians!!!!!!! Spell checker wants me to change my non-Morians to female gays, but again, I know what I am talking about, do all of U really????????

Despite the evil empire scoring against me last week with huge gains on all of the entire evil trilogy, which as U all ready should have known would B the case from reading the first blog that I posted last week regarding the major attack last weekend at my work site, that began this 11 day and counting super nightmare attack 4 me, I still managed 2 post 3 major blogs last week containing a warehouse of shit that I know that ‘they’ did not want up on the Blogger dot com website!!!!!!!!!! I will go on telling and rating, all the things that these wicked satanic dirty sleaze balls do 2 me until the day I get put into a box and laid to rest, which of course is your MW viewpoint on death and dying 4 the most part. However, I know only 2 well that I am using Google and Blogger, and my own website of www.morianity-foundation.com as basically a TIME CAPSULE. This is not so different from the many dozens of tightly wrench capped soda bottles that I buried all over a roughly 3000 square mile area in 5 counties and 2 states, with messages in them back in 1987, 1987, and 1988, that I have buried in holes roughly 40 inches deep. Still this is the low teck time capsule and was the only avenue of opportunity available 2 me at that present time, whereas now, wow, I have the Al Gore Boulevard, [information highway], or said perhaps better with some deflation of ego 2 one individual, the interconnected network of the personal and business computer system of the globe. I know all 2 well that not many R reading my stuff, and those that R, think that I am the epitome of Looneytuneville. This is OK, but over the weekend, the next door guard whom I told this blog that I’ve not seen 4 close to two months now, appeared at my post on all 3 of my working shifts, just popped back into my life. I know a mission from the sixth dimension is behind this occurrence, they really take me for the President of the Stupidity Club of Planet Earth. He was mentally manipulated to come over and attempt 2 discourage me from my blogging efforts and activities with my website, telling me and it is true, I’ll admit 2 it, that everyone is in their own little world, and unless U are a name recognized person, no one will read or care about anything that U ever write and publish/post up 2 a web logging site. A simpler translation would B that if Britney or Lindsey started a blog, and told the silliest things in the world, it would get millions of hits, first because of WHO they R, and secondly because they R young honey female knock outs. I do not dispute this, but more to the story exists here, as is the case with all things, but a person needs to really carefully scrutinize the facts in their entirety and totally analyze even the remote and distant parts that make up a reality situation, B4 throwing their last towel into the cold dark sea, and then just stand on the jetty shivering to fucking death!!!!!!!!!! I am using Pyre Labs and Google and Blogger dot com, and my website, not to communicate with those living so much in the here and now, but mostly, far out into the future spaces of the fourth dimension. On the 3rd dimension, 600 years away is just that, it is 600 light years of photonic distance away from presently interacting waves and particles that make up our reality and that of all around us as people of the Earth, but on the higher 4th dimension, these waves and particles R all in one clump, together meshed and mixed together. On this 4th dimensional space, the present, and 50 million years back or ahead, all is one and the same, just not here in the conscious world that exists inside a more limited three dimensionality. Translation to the 2nd grade, as I pen these blogs, people that will not pop out of their moms in third dimensional space, the yet un-born, R those that I am speaking all of this 2 and revealing what I have learned from the two loves of my life, the great lightning goddesses, Diana Zudlowcronesia Arteemis, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. These lovely teen queens R still teen queens in your future time as well, they R the sane yesterday, today, and tomorrow, as explained above in the fourth dimension, and then complexities far beyond this also R involved in the cosmic mix. So whoever comes to and reads any of my blogs or comes 2 my website, in the world of today, this dark aged 20th/21st century era, fine and dandy. Welcome, UR one of the chosen few who thirst and quest 4 the real truth not some cult or religious organization, that after all is said and done, is interested in two things, the money it can get from its flock, or the sex it can get from other cult members. This also is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, some things in the mortal world just never change, and this is a total fact of life 4 Hair, Blair, and all of us.
Hopefully now, I can tell my troubles and what some force is doing, to wreck my life for 40 years or so; 2 a more enlightened and socially advanced population, praise B to the great Sarah-Stacey. Speaking of the All Mighty, I will B posting a song that I recently wrote lyrics around a melody that I wrote in 1997, and it is called, “She’s Sarah-Stacey”. My 4 new song posts will B this one, Lois Foca, MO, and That’s The Way It Goes, written in 1969, and rearranged slightly in 1981 when the song was sent down for (C) to the Library of Congress Copyright Office, along with a set of other tunes.

Do not get me started with EXPLORATRONS, TRACEDUPS, PLAYFIELDS, and ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORKS, or AWEN. Believe it or not, AMEN was really pronounced differently once, and a few Trappis Monks , one of which invented the game of ROULETTE, SRI HERMAN ROULE, and a few KNIGHTS TEMPLAR and SECRET MASON ORDERS, and ROSICRUCIANS, the real ones, not the piss-ant new-agers, and some Variagi Masters, and Himalayan Buddhists, and a rare few other ‘knowers’ and ‘seers’ know of this major secret, and Merlin, the great wizard was one of them, and when he tried to tell King Arthur about it, he went mad and needed 2B secretly ‘towered’.

Here is the truth about the 2280’s, 300 years ahead in the 4th dimension from the times of my residing at Robin Hill and recording my dance demos, and being employed at RPL Sound Studio, and the rest of the total packaged nightmare. It was the end of the 80s, the late autumn of 1988, and I worked 4 a very crooked and evil security outfit that had their private detective license pulled more than once, but they regained their business by simply changing names and starting all over again, the Dario family. They had a lovely daughter who reminded me quite a bit of my Sarah, but that is all there is to this part of the story. One day they had me working on a post that amounted to no more than my sitting in my car at an intersection in Philadelphia right under the highway over passing me called I-95. The intersecting streets that I refer to are Walker and Water Streets, in South Central Philadelphia. Dorothea Dario had sent inspectors to all the sites with the weekly paychecks for all of their security guards. My pay was way short and I drove 2 blocks to a Wawa or some little store near the river so that I could call the office and tell her my pay was short, and there were phones at this store, and this was in the days B4 cellular telephones. She landed into me and hollered at me and cursed at me, and was so monstrous, that I drove back on site, sat there 4 an hour, and then decided my life was so hellish and this was the straw that broke my back as well as the proverbial camel’s. I drove my car right into the Delaware River, off of a pier nearby and through a barrier, and sank to the bottom of a murky deep water system, dark and cold. Suddenly water was gushing in and no door would open. I drowned and remember being back in my car at Walker and Water Streets, dry and warm, heater running loud and delivering powerful nice heat. I tried 2 move, but could not so much as wink an eyelid. I tried to yell as hard as I could, but again, nothing!!! This went on what seemed, and this is the Stacey’s honest truth, days and days, and then all of a sudden I could move, suddenly like magic, but no time had ticked by. I had looked at my car radio clock just B4 driving the short 2 blocks from the post site, into the Delaware River. It read 7:12 Post Meridian. It now was showing its bright red digits of 7:14, just two lousy minutes of time passes. Where was I for this endless period of still coma, and why wasn’t I dead and drowned? How did I get out of the bottom of the river? I did, that is all I know. Then, 2 entities were just there, in my back seat, little child or dwarf like things with long line type of eyes. Olympian’s have these types of eyes on the Astral Plane. At the time, I had little awareness of such things, I did not say any, I said little. Let me continue now bringing this story around to its ultimate loop where we talk about the great Paula Flatire Kong King!!!! She 2 this day follows me around and flattens my tires, I caught her doing this to my vehicle outside John Kennedy Hospital, where my mother flat lined after all these wicked Lambrigg cultists did what they did to her that none of the great medical experts could ever get to the bottom of and medically figure out, not the areas finest neurologists and brain surgeons and cardiologists, and the list is laundry length. She was letting air out of my driver’s side front tire when I came out from visiting my mom after she regained consciousness but was never ever the same again. U prosecutors of these Jersey county’s should B so ashamed of your filthy rotten selves, letting so much fucking crime go outrageously unpunished while claiming I am a delusional mentally ill nut case. If Jack McCoy was not a phase four prosecutor from a fictional television show and I could get to tell my hellish shit 2 someone like him, wow would my troubles B on the way towards an end, and MO’s problems would B just about 2 begin, big-time. A left side major death angel attack just struck me here as I penned this at quarter past jive five, it is major, and still after a full minute is just starting 2 dissipate. Anyway, back 2 the 2 entities that were suddenly JUST in the back seat of my car, all weird and with a sort of a semi-glow, at Walker and Water Street’s, and Sorry Wall Street, but U’ve hit me hard and long, now this story needs come out, hold on Mizz Cat purr, a tail spin should result, and if it does not, I will simply buy one contract on my credit card and start fucking E-trading, just try 2 fucken’ stop me bwaby-wuv Elmer!!!!!! They told me all about the World Lab, but it was not until AD2007 that I learned that Paula King the teen queen friend of Sarah who would go on 2 produce descendants that would someday control the world. Finally, a world will B controlled by the scientific community instead of these morons in politics and religion. These 2 powerful structures that R there 2 impose ways that all semi-educated and half intelligent persons fully know R there for the sole purpose of population and civilian control. Scientists on the other hand by their very nature R quite the opposite and this control and greed world of the ego that exists in most of global society today, will B wiped clean out within a couple of centuries. Unfortunately, unlike the conceivers of Star Trek, there R as yet other unforeseen evils ready 2 instantly replace these old day negatives, with an entire and yet 2B fathomed huge new set of problems, problems do not go away on this miserable Earth, they merely change in their form and adapt very nicely with the ever moving spirit of the times, whatever these times may B. Aniwho, they told me all about this World Lab, that it was there in the late third of the 23rd century, and that in 2301 an incredible accident happened leading to send-backs and pop-ups that R in this present time, and with numerous agendas. Nothing is ever precisely as predicted and written in a prophetic book, but read Doctor Bruce Goldberg’s book called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, in case UC me as a rambling sickie on a mental disability and with a credibility of zero-minus, as here is a normal by accepted sociological standards dude, with a Doctorate in Philosophy, a PHD for crissake!!!!!!! Traced-ups and play-fields causes the originals when in sub-conscious states by the mortal world MW view of looking at this, to ‘dream it in’ so 2 speak, and ‘controllers’ who R high positioned in this astral entertainment network, can trace copy the dream travelers or the EXPLORATRONS, and enter into their interactive play-fields. I was placed in a beautiful garden area where a building sat that only I knew about. Sarah-Stacey appeared 2 me 10 or more years older than I normally C her at her endless 16th birthday. She was quite a young lady, and every bit as beautiful as ever, and she told me that she was “going to destroy all life on the world that she had created and the world and the heavens around it as well”, quote me, I would dare not lie about something of this magnitude. I begged her not to do this 4 the gods only know what reason, as right now I admit that I wish this galaxy would turn into a mud of shit. Aniwho, her words back 2 me after I had put in this emotional request, begging her on my knees, “Because U loved Diana, I will spare the world 4 now”. This happened, and if I lie, it is on me with the eternal weight and value attached that naturally would B on matters in line with these. All of these exploratronic interactions or interactions that mortals in phase 3, shift into while here and dropping out their conscious mind or [falling asleep] as the MW would so term this, occur when U do not simply return to the astral realer or truer higher reality that all ready UR existing in. However, this is not the case all the time, and when we do not shut off here and resume there, not that really any parallel connection is any realer than we all choose 2 make it B anyway, but in these such instances, instead of as mystic guru’s of the esoteric would put it, dreaming on the astral plane or realm, we instead R interacting [dreaming] in hyperspace as sort of a recessant personality against and compared with another HSM or hyperspace me, only the dominant other world or parallel universe counterpart, he or she is in a conscious wavelength, and to him or her, U the dreaming invader to that world R an EXPLORATRON. This is one of several ways in which some ‘travelers’ of the ‘mind’ [6th-D] is mind, get caught in a no-return cosmic rip tide that leads down into the sub life of the microbes, germs, viruses, and the split leveled awareness's in the subatomic and sub molecular interactions that can B labeled as PHASE 5 BEINGNESS. We cannot go here 4 a long time, U only think I have said outlandish bizarre things as of yet so far, so 4 now, I will cool it!!!!!! Paula King and Sarah and Nina, and other friends from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
city, NJUSAESMWG, R all part of the hugest inter-cycle happenings imaginable, and the chain that John Henningsen gave me, has many secrets and answers all locked up within it. Remember that if U or I dream about an object, B it your TV set or lamp or a wrist watch or a car or anything, it is now an astrally connected or more accurately astrally empowered object, right here on the physical plane. The story of World Lab is only known about presently by me, as David Roth whom also knew about, WAS MURDERED earlier in this miserable freaking century. However, a taped life journal may very well B turned over 2 some one some day, and this may get 2 various people in various futures and parts of 3-D space along the time line, missing some and hitting others, but when I tell Google, I am speaking directly to the future, so long as they remain active, and then there is laser trace, distance delay scan, Swis, and the great lunar satellites that link up with Earth orbital’s as well, that make a huge field that can synthesize great distances. I will detail World Lab, Paula King, Sarah and her friends, whether I have sufficient claims to state with accuracy and authority that she is living on Earth, and really is the All Mighty Jehovah Goddess, and on and on, but later on in the 4th dimension we can detail these things, along with the magical and extremely powerful CHAIN, which spells CHINA in a different alphabetized combination, the first builders of bead counters, and the I-Ching, which is really, based on the first premises of computer systems, as a hexagram can B face up or down blocks on sticks or [wands], and based on the yin/yang possibilities of a throwing of these wands, each of the six are a binary code of a sorts, and this is real, it has tranced me to things that I dare not talk about today, nor will I 4 some time. The Deliverance Hex is the one that propelled and hurled me on the night or early morning of the 7th of December of 1996, to the street in Atlantic City with Sarah, at the Trinidad, and I learned that what I was searching 4 and going totally crazy over, was right there in front of my nose all along, but without the I-Ching, I would have lost it and B in a mental health facility forever out of my mind and forever nuts, millions of years of coma and insanity, is thesis somebody’s idea of Next Generation HELL, Engineer Jordy, or what?????????

Well Big brown eyed beautiful girl, no matter what U ever do 2 me, my love 4U great Jehovah Stacey is as infinite as your upline thought, and yes, I screwed up when attempting 2 explain on a PB the size dimensionality of the endless upline and downline series of multiverses that all loop together in this strange and very mysterious location that U have all heard me refer 2 as the SIXTH DIMENSION. All of everything here in the downline totaled together, can never B as great as the smallest thing above us in the uplines, and concentrically, the up-line's smallest thing is greater and larger than all of their down-lines all totaled up together, but any way, my long bright brown haired teen queen, your parents nor Diana’s powerful evil brother will never stop my endless infinite love 4 U my great queen. I made some bad mistakes, but if U give me just one more chance, I will not let U down. I know U came 2 me as Giant Sharon in early August of 1998, and I blew it like a stupid scared little wuss that I am, can U ever forgive your special doggie, THAT BOY, Zeranniss Yancy?????????????



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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

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Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil 'natio nation ratio ration', to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theater was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.

I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35, and had my way with them; the way some were eyeballing me; I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????

Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theater and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the Almighty spells her name. Go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park. WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot; U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a sky-car 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalog as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zuudlochronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16,000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace laser scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys Club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME 4, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.



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Michael said...
"Varo Edition"

THE CASE FOR THE

UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT
BY M. K. JESSUP

Transcribed by The Quantum Future Group Castelnau-Barbarens, France 2003

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THE CASE FOR THE UFO Unidentified Flying Objects By M.K. Jessup

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PREFACE

On the evening of April 20, 1959, an astronomer committed suicide in Dade County Park, Florida. Inhaling automobile exhaust fumes, which he had introduced from the tail pipe through a hose into his station wagon, he died in the same academic obscurity in which he had lived, unheralded and almost unrecognized in his discipline. Ironically, the scientist’s only public recognition had come from lay people, who had read his series of four books about unidentified flying objects. Morris K. Jessup’s first book, The Case For the UFO, had tended to alienate him from his colleagues, though it came and went with relatively few sales. Its publisher sold it off to second-hand bookstores at $1.00 each. Today it brings $25.00 or better per copy, if you can find one. It was a paperback edition of the same book, published in 1955 by Bantam Books that enmeshed Jessup in one of the most bizarre mysteries in UFO history. An annotated reprint of the paperback was laboriously typed out on offset stencils and printed in a very small run by a Garland, Texas manufacturing company which produced equipment for the military. Each page was run through the small office duplicator twice, once with black ink for the regular text of the book, then once again with red ink, the latter reproducing the mysterious annotations by three men, who may have been gypsies, hoaxters, or space people living among men. The spiral bound 8 ½” X 11” volume, containing more that 200 pages, became known as The Annotated Edition. The reprint quickly became legend. A few civilian UFO enthusiasts claimed to have seen copies, and it was rumored that a few close associates of the late Mr. Jessup possessed copies. Many people claimed it simply had never existed. Because you are now holding a virtually exact facsimile of The Annotated Edition in your hands, it is most obvious that the book existed. But the big mystery still remains: why did a Government contractor go to so much trouble to reprint a book that had been rejected by the scientific community, and further to include mysterious letters to the author and even more bizarre annotations? And with this mystery goes the suspicion that the book may have been printed by the manufacturer at the request of the military, which implies Government interest in some of the weirdest aspects of “Flying Saucer” study.

Jessup’s Background Not much detail is known of Jessup’s life before he emerged as one of the early writers on UFOs, mainly because nobody has taken the trouble to do the needed research. Probably the most that Ufology knows about him prior to his involvement with flying saucers is contained on the jacket flap of his first book. He is described as having been an instructor in astronomy and mathematics at the University of Michigan and Drake University. The Jacket copy also notes that Jessup completed his thesis for the doctorate degree in astro-physics at the University of Michigan, though it does not state whether on not he was awarded the actual degree. In the academic business, usually the thesis is the thing that comes

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last, and is the final step in the awarding of the doctorate degree. Sometimes these doctoral candidates are deferentially called “Doctor” by their associates, though it cannot be used officially by them. T his would seem to be the case of Jessup, who was often addressed as “Dr. Jessup”, but who never used the title in correspondence, nor on the covers or title pages of his four books. Very likely Jessup was never actually awarded the degree. Apparently, his thesis consisted of a report on his research program which (again according to the book jacket) resulted in several thousand discoveries of physical double-stars “which are now uncatalogued in the Memoirs of the Royal Astronomical Society of London”. The short biography also lists other important research activities by Jessup. It indicates that he was assigned by the United State Department of Agriculture to study the sources of crude rubber in the headwaters of the Amazon, though no date is given. He made archeological studies of the Maya in the jungles of Central America for the Carnegie Institute of Washington. Without identifying the source of sponsorship or financing, the jacket states that he explored Inca ruins in Peru, and concluded that the stonework he found there had been “erected by the levitating power of space ships in antediluvian times”. Also: “Mr. Jessup’s latest explorations have taken him to the high plateau of Mexico where he has discovered an extensive group of craters. They are as large as, and similar to, the mysterious lunar craters Linne and Hyginus N, and he believes them to have been made by objects from space. They are presently under study by means of aerial photography and the study will be ready for publication in approximately eighteen months”. Apparently the further exploration of the craters was never carried out. According to James W. Moseley, former publisher of Saucer News, Jessup sought university, foundation and private sponsorship of the project, but was unsuccessful in gaining sufficient interest and funds. The Allende Letters The mystery of the annotated paperback edition of The Case for the UFO was preceded by a series of strange letters from Carlos Miguel Allende addressed to Jessup. Two of these, reproduced as part of the Annotated Edition, appear in the following pages. The letters claimed that as a result of a strange experiment at sea utilizing principles of Einstein’s Unified Field Theory, a destroyer and all its crew became invisible during October, 1943. “The Field was effective in an oblate spheroidal shape,” Allende wrote. He added that “any person within that sphere became vague in form, and that as a result of the experiment some of the crew went insane. Further horrifying aspects of the alleged experiment are detailed in the two letters (See Appendix). The Allende letters became connected with The Annotated Edition when the Varo Manufacturing Company evidently got in touch with Jessup in regard to the latter. Varo’s unusual involvement in the mystery began a few months after February 1956, In April of that year Admiral N. Furth, Chief of the Office of Naval Research, Washington D.C., received a manila envelope postmarked Seminole, a small town in Texas. Written across its face was the notation “Happy Easter”. When Furth opened the envelope he found a copy of the Jessup paperback. We are not certain of Furth’s reactions, but we can assume that he thumbed through the book and that his interest was piqued by a series of notes, interjections, underscorings, etc., in three colors of ink, apparently written by three different people. Only the name of one of the authors of the annotations appeared in the notes, that of “Jemi”. The paperback had apparently been passed through the hands of the strange annotators several times. This conclusion could be drawn from the fact that the notes indicated discussions between two or all three of the men, with questions answered, and places where parts of a note had been marked through, underlined, or added to by one or both of the other men. Some had been deleted by marking through. The notes had a tone of absolute weirdness. Sometimes they agreed with Jessup’s original text; sometimes they contradicted it, as they referred to two types of people living in space. They specified two habitats for the space people: underseas, and what they termed the “stasis neutral”, the latter term apparently in agreement with Jessup’s exposition on points of neutral gravity in space. They mentioned the building of undersea cities and identified two groups of spacemen, “L-M’s” and “S-M’s”. The “L-M’s” were designated as peaceful, the “S-M’s” as sinister.














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