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BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
We
will get right into the heart of the matter. As you al know I'm quite
sure; yesterday was another one of my many famous BRUTAL
FUCKING SUPER BOTBAR DAYS!!!!!!! Making a long story short
and sweet, or perhaps somewhat 'bitter-sweet' good folks, we will
start with a few quicker items and then get straight into the heavy
philosophical and analytical spheres or 'reality' or whatever this
concept 'really' is, TEE HEE HEE Lilly Munster.
First,
we will start with something that is just about as outlandish and
weird as any human mind could possibly and or remotely start to go,
with any kind of understanding, on my luckiest day trying to tell my
story AKA MORIANITY. I
speak of my personal awareness to existing in TRANSDIMENSIONAL
HYPERSPACE, AND MORE THAN THAT, as a result of this TOTAL
ENLIGHTENMENT REGARDING THIS, MY TRAVELS ALL AROUND THIS
WILD FIFTH DIMENSION, FOR ALL OF WHAT YOUR MIND WOULD REVEAL TO YOU
IN WAKING MORTAL LIFE, AS ETERNITY.
First I will take us to a place more familiar, as anything away from
Morianity, is more familiar to the waking world. This is due to the
fact that Morianity actually stands for the Astral Plane Truths, on
the ASTRAL-PLANE, translated into the waking world English
tongue and language systems, or really, American to be more modern
and truthful, YO. If I told you, my readers, to
GOOGLE UP, the word ECKANKAR, would you do it with an open
mind? Only each reader of this blog can possibly know the answer to
that question. You may be that other part of me that is not me
directly, but still, that is why I do not 'DIRECTLY' know your mind
and your deepest heart. By the way, so no one thinks I am some brag
king here, any of you can and should realize, that you can and
should, make that very same claim that I just made, in other words,
any of you can include me, and also say, that we
are all just that part of you that is not YOU DIRECTLY.
However,
it is time to move on with the subject of the ancient wise religion
of sound and light as they term it, ECKANKAR.
If you GOOGLE them up and join
them,
and go through two to four years of their seventeen year discourse
system towards mastership; then I will promise you this following
fact: Come back to MORIANITY,
and the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, and you'll then read these words with
such a new and different perspective, and see these words through
such a different powerful new mental and 'spiritual' wisdom; that
you'll be totally compelled
to find
where all my blogs begin in early 2006, and read every single word I
say from start, right to the present; where I most likely will still
be blogging away. Now whether you will do this or not, only you know,
as time marches on. It is none of my business if you do or do not,
and you need not ever tell me. So let me move along again, and
unravel some fascinating things that you won't fully get,
unfortunately, but that will be both your loss, and my loss; and
there is nothing that either of us can do about that 'reality',
'son-Dennis of Mullica'. So here we go now, straight into the shot
heart of dogs and wolves and Lambrigger Clubs, without
the mind control,
oh those two letters sure got sent to me back in PC Prize Patrol
1997, huh K.J. Coed McAllister? I opened up the topic of movement in
the 5th
dimension back in the very old starting blogs in Morianity, in 2006.
I know that many of you did not believe my blogs and Morianity story
went back before late 2007, until I began posting the proofs that I
was telling you all the dam truth. You know really, in all honesty in
the world, ask yourself and think hard, why would I lie about
anything that I have told in Morianity. None of it works to my
Earthly gain. I get only crucified, ignored, ostracized, ridiculed,
mocked, unbelieved, misunderstood, hated, and threatened. So show me
where the profit or the positive is in all of my words, just go ahead
and prove how wrong I am, or how correct Ultimate
Fighter David of Suffolk County, New York
is, and how I ran out of pants long ago and my residence has an
endless smell of smoke, sure David, whatever you and your friend
DEEZY SLIM
say, why argue about squat, YO???????? Let us push on here folks. I
am not the greatest TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
in the multiverse and beyond, and many other travelers are far ahead
of me because the societies in which they hail from are further ahead
in the illusionary line of the fourth dimension. If you are born in
the year 2500, you will know by the age of five years, how to explore
the multiverse in your mind, and know also, that you are not going or
traveling into anything, but that your mind has created both you and
all the rest of everything around you, and you are merely aware of
this, and focusing on this, and many really advanced entities need
not even slide in and out of various
Physical Plane states of mental consciousness.
But for the many, we will call the experience DREAMING. Note that I
did not say dream, dreams, or use any non-verb and non-action word
here to make my point. The verb and the “ING” after the root word
DREAM, is all the integral part of the truth that is all involved
here. YOU
ARE DREAM-ING,
not having a dream, when you
are in control.
When you are just having a dream, that will never be DREAMING. Don't
listen however to just old Motor Mouth Mountainpen, all the great
fathers of the spiritual new age of the nineties such as for one
super example, the mighty author, Mister Carol
Castaneda,
has said, and penned, these very words, I am merely rearranging them
a bit so as not to be plagiarizing his intellectual property. It
literally requires pages and pages of text just to get into any of
the tiny parts and points to Morianity and its real full secrets and
complexities. Sorry, if I could abridge, and successfully compress
it, and still tell the story; you really must realize folks, that I
would, YO!!!!!! Now just because there are many more advanced and
thus way more powerful and skilled EXPLORATRON ENTITIES around than
me; does not mean that I cannot do a lot of things also. My problem
is that many of these T-3-E form groups or clubs if you will, and
have labeled themselves, and I know this fact personally, and for
absolute total sure; the 'EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You will see me discussing this and using that exact term, as shown
above in magenta-red underscore, if you read my early 2008 blogs and
all throughout the year. Now just how does all of this tie into
Atlantic City and the great TAWF family, and time travel, and so many
forbidden totally taboo secrets, would take me a decade of sitting
here typing on and on. We do not need to know too much, just some
basic things. Since my new associate has become involved with me, he
has been attacked with dozens of problems. His family has become
physically ill, his automobile has had numerous sudden total
breakdowns, his employment is in jeopardy as a result, and the list
could read on still more. This will all segway into the coming topic
of what you might call the
American Sanctions Syndrome or the ASS,
very aptly named, and so dam quintessentially apropos, BRAHH!! All of
my life since I left high school, a very ral and tyotally
non-imagined thing has been going on all around me. Folks who have
known me personally, have heard me say the following words verbatim,
time and time again, “I AM BEING STOPPED”. Well, Waco, Texas, and
the Branch Davidians incident, with using
sound and noise persecution
by the feds as a weapon against their domestic enemy, David Koresh;
not recognized by Microsucks Spell Checker, for obvious PC reasons
and strategic tactics, and yes, call me paranoid, I get a thousand
dollar monthly check, and if my paranoia and so-called mental illness
or MI interestingly frikkin enough is why I am not living underneath
a mother fucking bridge right now tonight where I might be stabbed in
my sleep later on by a bum for my hat and can of mountain fucking
Dew, then call me a crazy paranoid all you want, I'm Loving this,
Mister McDonald Days Of My life Carey, YO!!!!!!!!! Man has time flown
by, tick tock tick tock; crissake, where has fifty fucking years all
disappeared and vanished into, YO, WOW?
Holy Callio folks, and we will finally go here a little bit today, so
double triple dog playground sandbox WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I crossed over into a universe after they murdered me yesterday,
where many things are now quite different, Sir Blucran Sherry-lee
Pote!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who has the Saturn TDTD now,
Missy, (Trans-Dimensional
Trunk Device)????????????????
THEY HAVE SANCTIONED me so that I can never do videos like you see on
YOUTUBE, or anything fucking cunt else for that gods dam matter
folks. They keep me endlessly down and broke, and for a reason. This
is the very same tactical reasoning behind sanctioning IRAN with this
current NUKE SITUATION, and all other prior as well as future
sanctions done by UN or USA or 'WHATEVER' WOMO-MIL;ITUFORCE really
is, 'REALKLY', YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, I cannot do what I
want, my computer is messed with, I am too broke to buy video
equipment, ever since, oh
no not again,
but alas folks, it's fucking
necessary, AUGUST 15TH OF 1986,
with this mother fucking REAL-GOOD-GIRL
song bullshit; this has been going on. It may have started as a
child, and worsened after I left school, and worsened again in the
middle eighties, but it still is the same basic thing, using NOISE
ATTACKS and using SANCTIONS,
can't Alex fucking Jones or any of you wet-head numb-nuts folks, wake
up, and see what 'THEY' are
doing to me
all of these mother fucking years,
YO????????????????????????????????? THE COFFEE BEANS ARE STINKING UP
THE HOUSES OF THIS WORLD FOLKS, PLEASE YO, WAKE
THE SHIT UP!
Every gods
dam fucking thing I have claimed on these seven fucking long years of
blogging, IS ALL TRUE, AND YOU CAN SEE IT IS, IF YOU JUST
DRINK SOME DAM JOE AND
WAKE THE FUCKING SHIT UP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My total
proofs are WACO TEXAS AND SANCTIONING
OF ENEMY NATIONS,
categorized as those who don't think the way we do, WOW,
sounds like high school bullying to fucking me,
I can't speak for any of those other parts of me that are not me
directly,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does
this prove my true Libertarian colors, sir Jones?????? See it my way,
why waste gasoline to go vote anything other than R
or D in the
Presidential
slot, maybe you
are rich and well off and can waste, I cannot. More power to you, old
buddy! Saw you today on the H-2
Documentary show,
about the truth of actual damage to buildings from 9-11. Hay, I'll do
you one better than how can a jet airplane crash a giant skyscraper
down to the ground, and not one, but both? If the
so called mercury lights all caused these wild
after effects of responders and nearby NYC folks, then why when they
implode buildings all over the world with controlled set dynamite
positioning, don't those who clean those messes up afterward, get
9-11 sickness? WHAAAAA. It doesn't add up, none of it. We all know
that something was inside those Tower
Buildings, and it was not hit by fucking terrorists
on just 9-11, it was hit in the nineties as well, do your homework
everybody, or take your memory pills, YO. But trying to get to the
bottom of secrets, as I tried with McGuire and Callio and King and
all of them, is only going to lead to a major disastrous finality.
You lucky mother fucking folks out
here with normal average and NON-SANCTIONED
lives. Here you all are out here, LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, and you can
have a nice average life. Man, you know, I agree with one powerful
thing that is said, and believed, by the disagreeing non-conspiracy
theory folks of the planet. GET A
LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That lady on that H-2 documentary who is accused of faking a
photograph of the Pennsylvania other plane that crashed on 9-11, said
it, and it is true. Get a fucking life everybody. I envy the fucking
shit out of all of you, YO. You are fighting powerful forces and they
are not even directly picking on you the way that they are me,
BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ All Mighty. Let me move
this along some more, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I
have moved into a new dimension in the past two days somewhere. This
time it is not electromotive force becoming electromagnetic field, or
distance being the only way to keep magnetic attractions at bay, or
even Blueberry and Cranberry capitols of New Jersey becoming reversed
in some wild transdiemntional hyperspace experience after a laser
retrace, or even improper automobile registration and identification
and the receipts of vanilla cupcakes and not chocolate, over at the
Egg Harbor City Incollingo Grocery
Store, just yards down the street from the greatest female recording
artist on this planet's fourth cousin, Leticia Tilley, who wanted me
to marry her and whisk her away with me down to Porto Rico in 2009
while I was kidnapped and living with the great KING CLAN of
Hammonton, New Jersey, YO, hay DAVID, my pants are just fucking fine,
thank you sir, if you want fire, go down onto Tennessee avenue to the
Irin Bar, or over to Saint James Place to the great illustrious Irish
Pub owned in a 50-50 partnership with someone else, the great bully
and white slaver monster devil, mister ROBERTY
MCGUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW.
Yes, in this new dimension that I found myself in today, Frank Callio
has been dead for about five years, another 'surf-n-turf dinner on my
poor mans abeyance list, WHAAAAAAAA! I won't miss you a bit, Frank
Callio, and neither will Frankens Needsanoilchange,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I will bring you the flowers,
in fact, shortly after you expired sir, all hell broke loose for me,
someone in your TAW FAMILY blames me for your early demise, and the
mayor's as well, I would suppose. I did nothing to wither one of you,
so go fucking screw yourselves,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
asked my GAGA CAT why this day was so beyond mother fucking
horrendous, and got the answer of PCN-330. WOW, are we bank trucking
stuff on this blog, forward or backward, huh wormhole
MOM MCGUIRE????????????
A
child following this blog should know that some of the 330 matching
items in my book are as follows, YO:
VOID
INFINITY----AMY----PATRICIA LANG----SON----ADOLPH HITLER----, yeah,
put that one in middle fucking 'C' and loud until it hertz your dam
ears, wabbit, Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
One
by one, my WOMO ENEMIES will drop like flies. DAWN thought she could
destroy my entire life, and she now lays dead and ash, at the ripe
old age of, well, she was born in middle April of 1968 and expired on
New Years Day of 2011. Forty-two and a half tiny little years. Frank
Callio managed to squeak out another 20 over that. WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Good riddance to them all, just as my old pal the senator would say
so well on that marvelous
'''''Law & Order''''' television show, YO,
the
illustrious and eminent Fred Thompson.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
In
seeking out some powerful truths that the original OLD TESTAMENT
MORIANITY BIBLE on cassette tape, revealed back in the middle fucking
nineteen-nineties; we see quite quickly and clearly with astonishing
and amazing clarity unless intentionally placing blinders over our
eyes; that two great things were being examined by Head-Morian- ME.
One was confusion of
the enemy, and two was constants of the enemy.
A
moron child working in the CIA covert areas known as the Mary Carter
Paint Company, and we can delve much deeper into this powerful shit
at a later time, and deal with it as well I suppose, WABBIT,
WHAAAAAAAAAAA, but for right now peeps, it is time, as Barnabas
Lambrigger might
say this in 1970 so wonderfully;
dam if that fucking show couldn't
get your heart pounding
like a fucking bass drum, in the afternoons of the late fucking ass
nineteen-sixties; yes, it is time Barney, so here we go, but yes, a
moron of any age should be able to see and totally frikkin realize
that certain powerful constants exist, as far as usage of weapons,
type and methodologies, of the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CONSTANTS are a weapon all their
own. They have certain things that they never waver from, not even to
employ their next greatest if not their total greatest tool in their
carpentry kit of terror and horror; CONFUSION. Not even to confuse
me, will they ever stray far or at all really, from their basic
CONSTANTS. This word as it implies, is used here to say just this
simple little thing folks. These bastard ass rat lickers stick to
what works, and don't deviate from it, as why turn away from success
to risk failure? This
is one of Morianity's quotes from my long winded sixty some C-90
cassette tapes
in the nineties, dictated from my Highview Cheers Apartment bedroom,
in
good old frikkin WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN,
in New Jersey, USA-ESMWG,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well me' peeps,
yarrrr; we can go on forever with the greatest tools in WOMO's
carpentry kit, or the greatest fish in the whole dam bay, or what it
may be like to be at the bottom, and
sucking weeds,
but in any event, I am not going to make Goddess
Scylla angrier with me than SHE all ready is, YO!
Folks,
my newest and never told roulette system, has averaged me four units
every day for six straight weeks, and during the worst, and mightiest
mother fucking OTAMMIC ATTACK, of my
life here in Port Fierce, Flower-idia-Callio
Test Pressing time travel tricks of Jason Forrest Trees, and no, I am
not revealing it for the present time L-4, sahwee. I played my nabes
and also made money by having them kick the living shit out of me, as
I knew that they would after they awakened me this early afternoon
with a monster-ass fucking stereo WACO-TEXAS noise attack, is
anything getting familiar to anyone yet, or do you wanna' be dumb and
full of cum forever, good folks?
THIS
TRANNY IS OVER!
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