Rats, Tats, and Playing Real Football

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, BLOG #5 ---- 072407.639


OK, no games. This is for the bored to tears gods, not me, NO GAMES. Some real truths R about 2 come out, and if it lessens anyone’s opinion of me, tough, it is true and I am not proud of everything my life is about, but neither most likely R all of U. Forces have let me know through major things that cannot B described in this blog so that I will not B typing here at Mr. Himacane’s 4 10 or 20 straight hours. Do not worry, it will get told enough to count, and will B abridged but not 2 the point where anything important will get omitted.

B4 going on, thank U so much my lovely DZA 4 coming around the last 2 times at my residence, bringing me your beautiful and magnificent lightning. I would give anything in order to die in the electric chair and leave this horrific nightmare behind, but Jeb Bush of Florida will not even let me sit in the prison chair, I am quite sure. I cry every day that I must endure life here in this endless fucking prison.

The enemy is trying 2 get me out on the street and homeless, first by my losing my job, and secondly, my disability benefits. Callio scum will not quit, nor will his pals Martino, McGuire, Trump, Snyder, Summer, the NO SUCH AGENCY [NSA], and the CRAZY INTELLIGENT ALIENS [CIA].

Thursday, 5 days back in MW4-D on 071907, the siege got off the scale bad. It is literally LIFE THREATENING BAD, and includes constant air siege with poisonous kemtrailing, planes, choppers, U name it and it’s being done 2 me, as well as major attacks on my physical body causing horrendous diarrhea attacks and irregular heart rhythms, and the list does not stop here. I am getting constant loud clicks on my landline telephone line, interruptions and cut-ins, and major civil rights violations, plus continuing attacks with my home theatre, static and mono side cut outs, a trick that scum bag covert agencies have been using on me since 1982 or around there somewhere. What makes no sense at all is the occasional lack of “pussy-command” as U have heard me somewhat impolitely term this weird situation, which is none other than a strange parallel event resulting from a long constant siege with sky persecution and harassment. I told U all blog readers, how in 1983 they [some covert black or grey file agency], was on my line while I was out at an eye doctor getting fitted for contact lenses in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG, the same town where cousin Sandy grew up at 1208 greentree Lane, and met the Callio scum girl gang in 1967, via a complex series of orders coming straight down from the then Shaw of Iran.

Tattle tailing huh; try this on 4 fucking size mister President, ol’ buddy. What U do is your own business, and as long as UR my president, I believe it is my civic duty 2 stand behind U and your decisions, but first off, the reason that U have a bigger mess on your hands than many an administration has is quite simple. Derr?????????? U don’t think I know every member of your cabinet, sir, I make it my business 2 know things that I know contain major significant to the future of this planet’s survival. I know that a cousin of Frank and Sarah Callio, is on your cabinet, and I have known it since U appointed the dude. Still, may I take a moment 2 wish U well, I hold no grudges, and hope all goes well with your recent medical situation. I am just a bit concerned that U may not know exactly how deep all of this goes, UR dealing with a family that makes ‘space aliens’ in contrast, appear as tame!!!!!!!!! I can only tell Blogger and Google and the Pyre Labs what I know, after that, if U choose to ignore what I say, this is a matter of personal choice, and one that I will gladly fight and die to this day 4 your rights and mine, on any battlefield in the world, in order 2 preserve. Now we get more serious, as I know with fervor that no mortal can know that powers beyond the [TEN FAMILIES] do not want me to say what now must B said and confessed 2. It needs come out today.

God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, the 3rd, 4th, and 5th phase of a dream down from astral phase 2 life existence, is not an isolated ‘Astral Plane’ incident. All astral entities dream down into 3 phases, the 3-4-5 interphase system as I have come to term this. The third one is the human or son phase, the fourth one is the mobile phase that is able to go into the interdream or holy ghost/spirit, and the fifth one is the ultimate transcendent switching that sends the astral entity into the dream or physical world while connecting and simultaneously being, totally omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, and transcendent. What U fail most likely 2C yet in all of this is that I have not been totally forthcoming in my stories throughout my 4 long winded blogs, concerning and regarding, Sarah, and the GREAT SARAH KRASSLE. Now, at the risk of losing some credibility, and feeling a bit foolish and open to ridicule, we will rip out Mister Mountainpen’s closets, when he was a boy back in the days of the asterisk kemtrails and the chain, and the TTH, ‘third thing happening’. Here is the story without skipping or given in out of linear time ordered increments, as normal MW authors would properly write it, naturally major abridged to compensate 4 lack of time, yours and mine.

I was living in Philadelphia in 1964, and attending a Baptist church summer camp around 15th and Sampson Street, where I met a boy a year younger than me, by the name of Michael Trollio. Whether he is related to, or is, the dude that became a sergeant on the Atlantic City Police Force, I am not able 2 know at present minper. Go to the police website and click around and maybe they have names and pix, but I knew this kid at 6 or 7, not 2/5ths of a century later. He was the toughest strongest kid at camp, and could whoop my ass in a second. We were good buddies. If related or he is the Sarge, maybe someone can find out something if he is there and not retired, and attended this church camp, go to www.acpd.com. He told me at the huge pool one day, near the Naval Ship yard that a piano in the church basement was magic and could affect a person, make him angry or sad, or any mood or emotion possible could B generated by simply playing its keys at a certain time. I was able to play a recently done work by the great Al Hirt. When I played it I would suddenly invent words around it and talked about things that I could not have known about consciously, even mentioning the Trinidad Motel. Then I would 4 no reason, burst into tears crying like a silly baby, 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever. I went to the Traymore Hotel with my mom after summer camp ended in middle August, and thought it was very nice. Yet the next year in 1965, a taxi driver took my mom and me to the TRINIDAD, as the bus company had moved to a different location. For complex reasons, we ended up going here for a series of 4 summers, once in late June, and once in mid-late August, of the summers of 1965, 1966, 1967, and 1968. All eight of these excursions had major significance to the rest of my natural life. I would go out in the morning early while my mom would sleep in. I used to rent a bicycle at the foot of the boardwalk’s on-ramp, from one of numerous merchants that rented bikes to summer tourists to ride on the boardwalk from 6-9 AM. When I left the motel and went to turn left down eastbound on Tennessee Avenue, I would C a beautiful girl my age walking across the street, and she always beamed me a big beautiful smile. After a couple of summers went by, I found myself very attracted to this young queen of 12 years of age, my age. I never had the fucking balls to ever say anything to her, I was a stupid shy ass hole kid, and let this lovely thing get away from me. After the 4 years and 8 stays with mom at this motel, it was 1969 and mom said we no longer would B going down to this place, but that I was free next summer to take the bus down, she gave me a small allowance 4 doing some basic chores around the house, enough to take the bus twice a week to the shore, and that is what I did in the summer of 1969. I would walk down the same street as the motel and where this queen had her shop, and hear and C her with some of her friends, the two things I will always remember word 4 word forever, that she said, one was on Memorial Day, May the 39th of 1969, “Your friends are in the shop”. She said this 2 a car that came zipping down Tennessee Avenue and stopping just past the motel and a few yards short of her shop. This girl is not Sarah Callio, she as either Sarah Karge herself in an astrally projected body, or is someone else named Sarah. I know this because I would hear her friends call her by that name a few times while I was walking by and they were playing out on the street. Another time later on in late July in ’69, she said 2 one of her friends as I was walking down the on ramp from the boardwalk, “I’m darker than UR”. She saw me coming and said it extra loud, so I would look over at them, and I did. Still, I did not have the damn balls 2 act like a normal red blooded teenaged boy and start up a conversation with these young teen queens. That winter was the start of something that got much larger than anything that occurred the past 5 years. It all began late in the autumn right after I turned 15 years old on December 4th of 1969, Mister Paul DS Stoddard. I went 2 sleep one night about a week after my birthday, as I had done routinely like any other night, and had more than just a wild dream. I found myself on the beaches of Atlantic City near the north shore overlooking Brigantine, totally aware that it was around 1910 and even seeing a sign looking brand new with a date on it saying 1910, this would B 60 years in the past from when I fell off to sleep, only I knew fully well, that I was definitely NOT normally asleep!!!!! I was neither awake nor asleep, and believe me when I tell my readership that I was fully aware of this. I call this in my midlife today, a THIRD-THING-HAPPENING. She noticed that I was carrying a chain in my hands, a heavy motorcycle type of chain with large thick links, and two ends that clipped together and into each other. She took it from me and was only the age that she was when I first saw her and she smiled at me in June of 1965. She said only that she needed this chain 4 her city and that it had magical properties, and pulled it away from me with strength that no normal 10 or 11 year old girl could ever possess even a freaky huge one. Then dreamshift occurred, and in a flash, I found myself in her shop, upstairs in a very attractively arranged medium sized bedroom, with antique furniture, and one dresser containing three dresser drawers. She opened the middle one and was still holding the chain, and then proceeded to place it into the drawer and shut the drawer, turning to me and smiling at me with another of her famous “Sarah-Smiles”. Again, I know that I am not the only one who has encountered this very special Goddess, as to me it is obvious that quite a few famous rock stars also have. Just 2 many songs have come into being, with coincidentally connected lyrical content through the years since my encounters with this strange Scylla who is a legendary sea monster. She is not a sea monster, but she is a phase four being, and here is how I know this. First of all, when I awoke and looked at a strongbox where I know that I always kept my chain locked up in along with a book I was writing, BOB, or the BOOK OF BEACH. The book was there when I awoke the next morning from this wild and incredible experience, but not the chain. This was gone forever, and is missing to this very day. I ate breakfast, and got on the school bus and B4 going hardly any distance, a huge asterisk jet trail was suddenly in the sky out of nowhere, as though 3 jet aircrafts all crisscrossed into each other at 120 degree angles. It dissipated and spread out into the most beautiful thing I ever witnessed in my entire human life. This was Scylla’s way of sending me the message that we have a connection, here on Earth, and also in the dream worlds, [ASTRAL PLANE]. Shortly after this, a school mate named Russell Thaxton came over to my apartment drunk as a flooded river. He had just been sexually molested by a slutty teacher at our school that he was living with at her family’s home in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. She was 35 and he was 15 and impressionable. She was trying to recapture her youth, and did go on to marry him 3 years later when he joined the US Marine Corps. But this was the human world explanation of things, as there was a definite covert and behind the scenes operation going on that connected both me and Scylla. He and I got talking at 2AM and he influenced me 2 burn the Book Of Beach, a major victory for SATANIC FORCES that INVADED this world long ago, bible explanations and science or legends and aliens, it all is one huge horrific frightening but totally real mess, and we all R in it, like or not!!!!!! If this {child’s} version of things that happened down in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, was still around, I am 100% convinced that it would contain answers that would fill in missing pieces to my nightmare hell around me. Now the book is gone, and I never tried to keep records of things in my life again until the mortal world year MW of 1983, after moving to Atco, NJUSAESMWG to a rented home owned by Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris Avenue. This is where I first plugged in the PRIVECODE machine, even though I bought it while still residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments on 4th Avenue in Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. Now U heard me on many occasions tell how Scylla-Jehovah is the cousin of Diana, the daughter of Zeus and Lida. This all connects, but it took me in mortal life until the end of the entire 20th century where I was born into as the human personality that I am now, to start putting enough puzzle pieces together that has helped me to solve some of these incredible and outlandish mysteries. Without further digressing from point, my mind as U can imagine was totally blown after this all happened, but it was not until the end of 1996 that I came 2 clearly put together that Russell Thaxton coming over 2 my apartment in the middle of the night, was all part of a huge collusion beyond anything on a pure mortal randomly occurring situation. Never forget that 69 and 96 are the same digits, just inverted with each other. 1996 was the first year of my search in my mid-life to locate the girl that I saw on Tennessee Avenue in 1969, and B4 the year ended, had the major dream [interaction] where she took the chain from me on the dream plane, and it then went missing like magic, here on the human plane. 1970 came in like any year, I was just 15 years old, and had normal teen aged boy problems. But there was a man in 1968, in the school system, in with a big super money family, the famous Bancroft family that made donations to special-ed schools such as the one Russell and I attended on Hopkins Lane in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and his last name was Jaqamini, which I admit 2 spelling the way it sounds and most likely is incorrectly spelled. This was his last name, and he was my guidance counselor at the Haddon Township High School, in Westmont, NJUSAESMWG. He and the Bancroft family were responsible 4 all that happened to me, including the intentional ruination of my life and my education. This was done after my first 2 years at the high school when I was switched to special education, but they tried to kill me also in 1964 the same year that I met Sarah. They tried to kill me. I was sent to the NJ Neuro psychiatric Institute at the age of ten years, and for absolutely no good reason. This was located in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG, the NJNPI, 4 short. The connections R major, but I would need to divert and move off point too far, so for now, we will skip details on this matter. As month followed month in this icy cold and snowy winter in the year 1970, I began falling madly in love with this girl, based on the experience from the TTH [third thing happening] or the wild chain interaction. I would fantasize every night that she was with me and loved me, as I loved her. I was determined to get a job in the future summer so that I could B near, down at the shore, and stay at the Trinidad. I was not aware that it was not legal to stay there alone being under 18 years old. In any event, a man named Thomas J. Reale answered my situations wanted advertisement in the Press of Atlantic City, and my mom let me go down with him as a carpenter’s helper/plumber’s assistant, but it turned out that the only plumbing that this dude had any interest in was my plumbing. This is YI packed up on the night of 12 July, took a jitney from the Cornwall Avenue house that he had me staying at, and boarded the Public NJ Transit Bus system around ten at night after 19 days down there in Ventnor, NJUSAEMWG, a couple of miles south of Tennessee Avenue. Sarah and 4 of her friends got on the bus shortly after I boarded it, I recognized her and 2 of them, and they all got off at the Pleasantville Water Company, the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority, {ACMUA}, go to www.acmua.com. So months and years went by where all I did after this was to go to bed and fantasize about my lovely super teen queen. I rolled blankets up like an adult love doll toy and this was my version of her. I had not yet learned about meditation and deep Edgar Cayce trances, or of the mysterious and dangerously powerful FASCITAR. When I did learn about this and used the 6/10 or astral 8/12 system, I had started to finally move on in my life, and was starting to forget my boyhood, and the great Sarah, and the experience of the chain and her magical abilities to remove this object from me in the so called waking world. Now I was moving into other areas and it was not until the middle 19 nineties that I started getting my old thoughts come back about Sarah, a result in my opinion, of a powerful hypnosis session, done by a hypnotherapy clinic, to help me get to the bottom of a 1986 nightmare experience, also in Atlantic City, involving the great disco artist, Donna Adrian Gaines Summer Sudano. Again, a huge connection with lightning, Sarah, and Donna, and all of the hell surrounding me and my infinite mountain of liquid shit, is just 2 great to even start to try getting into now, it just takes us too far off point. Point is now what is needed 2B discussed, and my point is simple, Sarah is a phase four being in addition to being the upline thought in a girl’s mind that directly caused all of our entire multiverse to spring into existence. Now did I not say that all phase 2 astral life springs into the hyperspace due to complex 6th dimensional or mind existing realm, interactions that result from even more complicated Lawtronic or seventh dimensional systems? We do not have enough time today to further explore this, other than with a tremendously abridged discourse that now will follow in this manner. First, remember that virtual reality is a good way to think outside Arby’s buns and boxes, without hearing deafening monk bells. If U have a TV system as nice as Mayor Mike Bloomy of New York, or even an Optical Television system, and even beyond this where U could move into the reality of what UR observing, the ultimate thing that makes infinite existence more palatable and keep our minds off the fact that it never ever will end for us, is to go into a reality with a fully erased memory of anything except starting where UR as who UR or seem 2B remembering. Going directly into a scary monster movie and still knowing that your true existence lies out beyond it, makes the fear reduce, and lessons the interaction’s intensity, so the final 2 VR stages will B going into the program in a mind merging, and then the ultimate, going in with no memories of anything, which thinking backwards again, is like getting born here with no memory, from there, your astral infinite beingness. Sarah is an astral being because upline she had a thought of the upline me, and brought this downline reality into beingness. Now from here, we need further cogitate and C that upline in her world, she sleeps and in her unconsciousness, automatically as all carbon life naturally does due to complex lawtronics, and while asleep, she enters our downline astral world, or simpler put, she unconsciously moves into her consciousness. No real magic exists once LAWTRONICS and how it all functions, is fully understood. She is phase 3, 4, and 5, as any of us from an astral point of looking at things, are. The girl herself is now equivalent in trilogy to the “son” in a triune godhood, and the astral part of her that I interact with in ‘dreamality’ is now equivalent in trilogy to the “holy spirit” in a triune godhood, and the father part is upline in her own world, where her one flash thought is all of our time and space and interdimensional hyperspace. By our frame of reference, her upline beingness is unreachable ever in any way, and is totally transcendant, omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. When she tried to make me notice her in Atlantic City in the sixties, she was in phase 3. When she influenced me to fantasize about her and fall madly in love with her, she was in phase 4. Her true upline world reality is her phase 5 beingness.

When Diana told me this story in this way about a week ago, she warned me not to say this, I do not care. If persecution will B ongoing forever, and my hell is gonna B infinite, then I have nothing 2 lose. I will go on ratting, tatting, and playing not just defensive football, I must go on the major fucking ass offense.

Much more will B said later, but try using the virtual reality idea to identify with some of these unfathomable ideas and claims that I dare 2 make. 150 years ago, I would B burned 4 saying what I say. It is time 4 the world to grow up and learn these truths.

Bye-Bye, brown eyes, no one has your luscious eyes, so huge and chocolate brown. U will always B my Stacey, U teen queen beauty Scylla-Jehovah. Go on with your upline world, I can never get to the real U, but I do love U beyond what can ever B described and expresses, my endless love!!!!!!!