Sunday, October 28, 2012

SO YOU TELL ME, WHERE DID THE TV SHOW REALLY COME FROM, AND MUCH MORE?




TEOHIV/TMCAM---CHAPTER BLOG #17
DATE AND TIME FILE #00000XXX
011508.543.52 I NOW BEGIN TRANSMISSION:


Morians and non-M, I have come 2 learn and properly assimilate some things in my life mortally, that were not quite as clear 2 me just a week or so ago. First, there R some nasty planes flying around today, a very loud and crash level one is hitting me presently here at Ann’s place shortly past one this afternoon, it is very bad, and yesterday, was so bad that non of U would have gone through it and have been able 2 remain one bit sane. It was one of those [what didn’t go wrong and happen to me] kind of deals. They will B very sorry. But this is Y these rock chucking scummy twisted evil blow bags got a reverse FULL EVIL EMPIRE yesterday with a Sunday win with the Philadelphia Flyers followed by a huge UP DAY with their fixed stock market yesterday, Monday. FLYERS WILL ENDLESSLY WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, AND THE DOW JONES WILL B UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, JUST AS I HAVE BEEN SAYING AND PREDICTING YEAR AFTER YEAR AND DECADE AFTER DECADE, U CANNOT EVER PROVE ME WRONG, NO MATTER WHAT SHORT TERM LITTLE REVERSES OF THIS MAY OCCUR.

I meant to type the word “frightfully”, and somehow it came out “frighteningly” on yesterdays blog post up, done early on Sunday morning from my security guard station. Loud sports cars and planes R harassing me to my death while I sit here, I am under a super death siege. I will tell my message 4 those entities able 2 grasp some part or portion or even all of them. Bearded Bob, as I have named this man that I run into upon occasion at work on the weekends, is correct, and I must never lose track of this. People today do not care about me or anything that I am blogging about. The joke of it is that someday not that all that far off, it will effect them as old men and women, or if not, their offspring, but then again, they do not care, ME ONLY, remember, is today’s world attitude. Let my great-grandson worry about it, I’ll B worm food. Terrible attitude, but if nonetheless this is
reality, I must accept and remember that it is, and learn to work around it.

WHERE IS THE LEGALLY OBLIGATED FORCE BEING WELL PAID, TO PROTECT THE INNOCENTS FROM EVIL PERSECUTORS THAT R IN BLATENT VIOLATION OF ANY AND EVERY LAW, AS IT MUST B A CRIMUINAL ACT TO PERSECUTE AND DESTROY THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT PERSON, UNLESS WE R LIVING ON SOME HEAD HUNTING CANNIBALLISTIC ISLAND IN THE 19TH CENTURY!!!!!!!!! BUT SERIOUSLY, WHERE RU, STATE AND LOCAL AND FEDERAL ENFORCEMENT AUTHORITIES, RU REALLY GRANTING FULL LICENSE TO THESE MONSTROUS TWISTED FILTHY TRASH TO ENDLESSLY DESTROY ME WITH NO CAUSE AND NO TRIAL, Y WON’T U DO YOUR JOB AND PROTECT ME FROM THESE EVIL COVERT AGENCIES AND WICKED MILITARY SECRET COVERT-OPS THAT HAVE WRECKED MY ENTIRE LIFE, EVERY DAY 4 30 YEARS, RU TOTALLY WITHOUT HUMANITY AND HEART??????

The MO gave me a viscous body/diarrhea attack last night, and the entire day starting around noon made hell seem contrastingly like a million heavens, I don’t exaggerate. Actually, a supernatural event happened that has no explanation in the normal waking MW. I was using the last bit of underarm deodorant on my arm, the left one if memory is serving me correctly, and it was near 2 the end where many roll on type deodorants break off and out of their containers at the end and fall into the sink or onto the bathroom floor. I heard the thud of it hitting the floor. I looked in every inch of this small bathroom, after all, I am not some wealthy dude in a mansion with a bathroom the size of a city block, it is a trailer, and a tiny room. The thing fell, it hit the floor and I heard it distinctly, but it was completely nowhere 2B seen. When I opened the bathroom door 5 minutes later to exit the room, what was sitting out in the hallway, but this piece of underarm deodorant? Instantly I brought it into the bathroom and closed the door again, the door was closed, remember, I said that I opened it. I went to try and slip it forcefully under the door between the bottom of the door and the top of the throw rug nearby the door, and no way in Pluto-ville would it go through. This would make anyone half crazy, but I have come 2 accept these irrational-seeming occurrences as the norm, 4 me. Death angel attacks R constant, some Muzak is picking up, but no major things along these lines R needed B reported at this time. Spell checker does not even recognize Muzak, this is some strange new world I am in presently, and am willing and waiting 4 another shift 2 a place not this nutty.

TO THE UNBORN, THIS BASICALLY IS MY REAL TRUE AND ONLY LEGITIMATE AUDIENCE:

YU refuse 2 send me back any help, pop-ups and send-backs as I term them in my time period, and I know they R there, I have seen them and had my run ins with them, none of them appear IMHO 2B on my side of this fight. Since authorities refuse 2 believe me and do their assigned job, UR my absolute last hope, and if internet kicks me off blogger sites, they cannot kick me off my own paid 4 web site with its own domain, where soon, all my blogging texts will B updated to the daily present, and I will still B able to send my plea 4 help and message, into the FUTURE. This future exists NOW on the 4th dimension. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME. RU ALL DEAF AND UNCARING AS WELL? I KNOW THE PRESENT DAY IS, BUT ET’-2???????????????? Here is how these entities/gods knocked my lights out and gave the enemy and its evil empire almost 200 points of power yesterday. Death angels were buzzing all over me annoying me and this has been super off the dials bad for well over a year now, and then came the underarm deodorant incident. So I drive over 2 Eddie Himacane’s trailer, and 15 minpers later, get into my vehicle and head over 2 Ann Silva’s house. Out of the blue, and he calls this {POINT AND COUNTERPOINT}, and this is his
privilege 2 do so, but it destroyed my day and gave the enemy 180 trucking points on their evil and fixed Dow Jones. He started laying into me on my usage of the word DATFILE. He said it does not exist, it is spelled wrong, space it or use a hyphen and on and on. I kept trying 2 tell him that it is not a dat file short for data file or a dat-file or anything presently used, but stands in abbreviation for Date and Time file, such as now it is DATFILE-011508.581. 01 is the first month of January, 15 is the day number of this month, and the 08 is the year in this century starting with 20 and called the twenty-first century, as in 20-08. This is written by most as 01/15/08, but the slashes in a Datfile R not used. Then the decimal point means that the day on the left of this decimal is also broken in one thousandths or into millidays, as grams of pills in medicine in like manner R broken into milligrams or 1/1000ths of a gram, so in the example above of 011508, and 581 millidays or 581/1000ths of one day, we write the full digits and place the decimal in a perfectly normal place to represent this just more than 80 second period called a millidays, hence at 12 noon on the button, it was 011508.500 today, and 6PM or ¾ ths into the day it will end as .750, and so on. Datfiles R used in the future in much of hyperspace in a similar way that offices use now and have used, a system that incorporates both filing these by orders of the alphabet as well as dated times, called filing in chronological or alphabetical orders. I use this since I currently blog on more than one site, and use the same blog. As I plan 2 increase to more blogging sites as time goes along, it is easier 4 me one day, as I did last summer some time back in oh-seven, to begin a blog randomly as the first file of blogs that represent any blogs B4 them in a negative DATFILE number, and all blogs that follow, 2B represent as continuing and ascending numbers, and the Roman Numerals, numbers used by the Romans 2 millennia ago R used to express this. The reason 4 this is 2 help prevent confusions, as in all blogging sites that I shoot blogs up 2, as I do not always plan to send up all blogs, as some sites may B only interested in one part of what I discuss in my blogs, so when my blog is more about their subject, it would B shot up 2 their site on that occasion, and so forth. But, all sites will C my blogs, in a Datfile ascending Roman numeral order. There will B skipped numbers showing blogs not sent to their sites, but all sites will B kept apprised of all my blogging sites, the HTTP addresses, and any viewer can go and read any and all blogs at any time. World Lab has a complex system that I have borrowed in this time period in a very small piecemeal way, but works indeed on their principle. B4 going on, I have a blizzard going down around me, it never stops, and I am never left alone without any negative interactions in my miserable life. I honest 2 the gods just would not know what 2 do if things ever turned around, and I woke up 2 a day and year where there was an average or a slight preponderance of positive interactions 4 me in the overall package deal governing all of this on a Lawtronic level. If anything anywhere could ever in this huge inter-world of ours in this total cosmipoulation, drive my really forever bonkers to the asylum forever, it would most likely B this change over on a dime, do not think I would B able 2 remain sane, would love 2 try it, I will not lie, but I tell U again fully in truth, it most likely would B the straw that busts my crazy-forever back!!!!!!! Now, back to yesterday and how this [datfile] thing connects. So, Ed gets this sudden bug up his grass to almost insist that I stop using words like this or spelled wrong. We got into a real thing, that later after the set up for the day’s wreck was all ready cosmically in and locked into reality. Then I told him these R not data files and have nothing to do with anything used today, that there is a totally different purpose for its usage, etcetera. Computer word program hacking is real bad, just like it happened over the weekend at work, somebody loves to hack micro sucks word, even Himacane admits to this, and it is like pulling rhinoceros teeth 2 get Eddie to ever admit to hacking, I am just Mister Paranoid, his favorite name he calls me. Ann is my true believer. She knows how real this evil all is, hope she doesn’t end back up in the Atlantickrasslecare Hospital, like last time I did a blog similar 2 this!!!!!! When I said the TELEVISION SHOW when talking if memory serves me correctly on a recent prior blog text, the word program reversed it to show television, believe me, I know how 2 properly speak clearly and correctly, and I AM NOT doing these things that R in TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. They reverse words in a sentence, as well as letters in a word. When I post up to blogging sites, they can enter worms into the machine so that the next time I type, they can type in their hacks and change my document, I know this, and they belong in FEDERAL TRUCKING PRISON 4 THE REST OF THEIR SICK DEMENTED MISERABLE ROTTEN LIVES, I cannot make Ed believe this however, I would rather avoid the spell checker as mush as possible as this is the biggest control in the system that they hack.. U try and fix one letter, and 8 words R suddenly knocked totally out of order, it in not me, I do not speak in a non-intelligible and in concise manor. I was raised where algebra-2 was a High School curriculum norm, now today it is college only, such as world-history. Gosh, does it really take 4 full years of 180 high school days 2 learn the important facts of American history. Anyway, Eddie and I fought and it reached a place where there was nothing left 4 me 2 say except, well, then I won’t blog anymore if I can’t do it the way I need 2 do it. He never even got into a mood like that B4 where he was editing my blogs and messing with me, so since I do not need any of these people, I just met Ed at the library, and couldn’t care less about any of this. I would B as happy if not more than happy, 2 go back to my hermit life that I was living B4, after all, these websites and blogs R not getting me anywhere at all, lots of time being totally wasted when I could B sitting at home enjoying DVD/VCR/cable TV, and good meals. My life for 1 and a half years has been horrible. I know I am fighting not only an uphill battle, but a head against the brick wall battle. It is total waste, and is making me totally miserable. We almost broke up, but he has no car, use your heads and do the math, I do not need them, they cannot honestly make this claim in reverse, and they know it. Now the day was set up to fail by a magnetized factor of a thousand plus, remember the previously discussed Philadelphia murder rate last year in oh-seven? Ed wanted a car that someone at Ann’s here, in here family, had told him needed a few repairs, but that he could have it. It would not jump-start, and the key broke in the ignition. He asked me what I thought. The front was banged up, no front blinker or lights, and ten obvious repairs were needed. I told him it is a total piece of kit and not to get it, and he agreed. Then he wanted 2 check my oil, and I pooped my hood. I had run out of oil in my trunk, so there was no reason 4 the oil cap where U fill in the oil should have even have been opened and off, and I have a totally blanked out memory of it. He checked the oil as he had a napkin to wipe the dipstick off with, and said half a quart low was the reading. I closed the hood and trunk, and said I would buy oil at Advance Auto Parts, not at some triple priced service station. I buy the oil, pop the hood 2 fill it with the pint of oil or half of the quart can, opened the trunk 2 take out my pouring funnel, went around to do the job while parked still outside the auto store, and bing, I see no oil cap. I searched everywhere I could, but it was not there. Then I went back in and told the worker and he said, I cannot drive it without the cap, it would not B good 4 the car, so boom, 11 bucks and change with the tax 4 a new oil cap, but what was sitting there in plain freaking view when we later drove back to Ann’s place right where I had my vehicle parked, but my original oil cap. I had all ready put the new one on and threw the box out the window in anger, torn in half. Ed wanted me to try to return it; I would rather have it as a spare. This ain’t the first time this oil-cap full-kit has happened 2 me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! There were literally a dozen things all day like this, but I’d rather move to the real point to all of this. First, nothing would B going on like this if I had never befriended Ed at the library of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, while doing my early blogs in the first one posted on www.blogger.com called the MORIANITY BIBLE. Google up any of the 5 I keep on this Blogger site: MORIANITY BIBLE, MORIANITY FOUNDATION, TO WHIM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN, RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, and this one THE EPITOME OF HARRASMENT INTERNET VERSION. Just Google it up and read. Aniwho, Eddie gave me a deck of playing cards a couple months ago, says he plays games only on the computer and had no further use of the cards. As U know, I am always trying to find a deck of cards that produce a “magic-range” as I term it, answers to querying the cosmos in the top or bottom 30%. His cards were used when my last several roulette systems totally crashed, and ranges R in maximum neutrality on Q&A with them as well, so Y? Simple ladies and lads!!!!!! He has been a super negative in my life since the day I met him and took him into my life; Y would his cards work in any other way but super negative??? Everything makes total sense, it is no different than the computer, the knowledge of it will eventually all prove to come together, for the most part Aniwho, and then it ALL makes such clear unmasking sense. Eddie means well, none of what I just said is his fault, he is a good guy, it is just that my life is too wacky and screwed up, and none of U MW entities can crawl into this. Do not even try, I no longer ask this of any of U. Live your life and enjoy it. Turn to the dust from where U came, and forget anything I say, it is for me and not U, as if it was 4U, I would long have been recognized by now and been on the J. Leno show. I do not care, and am speaking, as bearded Bob got me 2 realize, to the future, and only 2 the future.

HELLO TO THE FUTURE, AND GOOD-BY TO GEICO AND ITS CAVEMEN OF 2008-. Maybe U will B willing 2 work with me a little. First, we both know that I can get my messages 2 U in numerous ways, the simple idea from DARK SHADOWS TV SHOW where ‘Barney’ writes Julia the note from the jail in the old house and puts it in the furniture piece in there with him that he realized was in the living room where Julia would B in the future where he was attempting 2 reach her at, and little Aimee found it and it indeed got to Julia, Grayson Hall and Denise Nickerson played the roles, along with Jonathan Frid. Not one single lawtronic-counterpart is willing to help me let alone believe me, in the smallest ways back here in oh-eight. Somehow, the pipe and chain and Sarah R part of this future game that U futch-entities R engaging in, and all I ask is a slightly changed rules system in this game. If not, I will do something that will put an end to this world forever, and B4 this month is out. Take this any way U wish, but neither physical threats R being made here, nor will any laws B broken in any of this, yet I will B able to accomplish this feat. All I ask is a chance 2 get out of this evil place, to Hawaii or perhaps Sweden, as I plan 2 do. If I am stopped, I’ll set my alternate plan into motion, and then the curtains R gonna meet each other, and there ain’t no doubt about this Miss Chillie McKinnon crook!!!!
U can work with me through cards, we both know this. I want a range, U know what I want. I will settle 4 [35-minus] or [65+] and not one point more neutral. Give me this within 90 days, or the prophecies of the bible will start and the 4 horsemen will ride, take this as a promise from the great SSJKK, she is even telling me to relax my fingers, and I am typing at twice normal speed without one wavy line coming up anywhere. This is what I need, and if it happens, I will never turn the switch, those who know what this really means in both Atlantic City and in powerful world forces, and beyond, KNOW. Those not needing 2 know, will not know, simple as that. U also know that we R in the final tenth of the kalpa, and elections R really Y some of this is happening and built within the parameters of the human part of the realer games. Still, 800,000 is a lot of mortal world years. ‘That Family’ wants to make some new friends with the current day’s world power, and I can do something 4 them that their other pals, my MO enemies, cannot, and I will tell, and soon, when U do your part. Otherwise, a letter is going to the FBI and the US Attorney General, showing exactly where JEHOVAH without the middle 5 letters in her name is exactly buried at McGuire’s. This is no empty promise, it is a promise, better back the Dogtown off of me trash glasses!!!!!!!!!!!

FUTURE, U can talk 2 me in the cards through Q&A by lessening the hyperspace neutral channel or HSNC, while I can talk 2U through the internet, as these blogs will B saved 2 www.morianity-foundation.com under the blogs page, and the foundation itself will B set up as soon as Prudential Insurance sends me papers to make KS my beneficiary, as my mom who used
2B is no longer in need of Mortal World monies. Karen, I will B calling U soon, and leaving U another DECLARATION, and try please 2 get into my last several blogs. U will B running my foundation. This is the only way that I can talk to the future.

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY-6, THIS IS MY LEGAL WEB DOCUMENTATION:

I AM UNDER A PRESENT DEATH SIEGE THAT IS 20-30 YEARS NOW ON GOING, AND UNDER PAIN OF FULL PURJURY CHARGES, I NOW SWEAR TO ALL OF THIS. I AM BEING KILLED SLOWLY WITH TORTURE UNDER PREMEDITATION AND PLAN BY ALL PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED NAMES ACCUSED OF THIS.
COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN-THIS IS ALL TO GET THE FLYERS TO WIN AGAIN 2-NIGHT AND START THEM ON ANOTHER HUGE STREAK OF SUCCESS AT MY HORRIFFIC EXPENSE. All words contained in my blogs R true and accurate and totally honest, with absolutely no additions nor omissions.


END TRANSMISSION UNTIL THE WEEKEND BRO-GREEN.
 

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

DATFILE XXX FUTURE [HELP ME NOW]

TEOHIV/TMCAM---CHAPTER BLOG #17
DATE AND TIME FILE #00000XXX
011508.543.52 I NOW BEGIN TRANSMISSION:


Morians and non-M, I have come 2 learn and properly assimilate some things in my life mortally, that were not quite as clear 2 me just a week or so ago. First, there R some nasty planes flying around today, a very loud and crash level one is hitting me presently here at Ann’s place shortly past one this afternoon, it is very bad, and yesterday, was so bad that non of U would have gone through it and have been able 2 remain one bit sane. It was one of those [what didn’t go wrong and happen to me] kind of deals. They will B very sorry. But this is Y these rock chucking scummy twisted evil blow bags got a reverse FULL EVIL EMPIRE yesterday with a Sunday win with the Philadelphia Flyers followed by a huge UP DAY with their fixed stock market yesterday, Monday. FLYERS WILL ENDLESSLY WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, AND THE DOW JONES WILL B UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, JUST AS I HAVE BEEN SAYING AND PREDICTING YEAR AFTER YEAR AND DECADE AFTER DECADE, U CANNOT EVER PROVE ME WRONG, NO MATTER WHAT SHORT TERM LITTLE REVERSES OF THIS MAY OCCUR.

I meant to type the word “frightfully”, and somehow it came out “frighteningly” on yesterdays blog post up, done early on Sunday morning from my security guard station. Loud sports cars and planes R harassing me to my death while I sit here, I am under a super death siege. I will tell my message 4 those entities able 2 grasp some part or portion or even all of them. Bearded Bob, as I have named this man that I run into upon occasion at work on the weekends, is correct, and I must never lose track of this. People today do not care about me or anything that I am blogging about. The joke of it is that someday not that all that far off, it will effect them as old men and women, or if not, their offspring, but then again, they do not care, ME ONLY, remember, is today’s world attitude. Let my great-grandson worry about it, I’ll B worm food. Terrible attitude, but if nonetheless this is
reality, I must accept and remember that it is, and learn to work around it.

WHERE IS THE LEGALLY OBLIGATED FORCE BEING WELL PAID, TO PROTECT THE INNOCENTS FROM EVIL PERSECUTORS THAT R IN BLATENT VIOLATION OF ANY AND EVERY LAW, AS IT MUST B A CRIMUINAL ACT TO PERSECUTE AND DESTROY THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT PERSON, UNLESS WE R LIVING ON SOME HEAD HUNTING CANNIBALLISTIC ISLAND IN THE 19TH CENTURY!!!!!!!!! BUT SERIOUSLY, WHERE RU, STATE AND LOCAL AND FEDERAL ENFORCEMENT AUTHORITIES, RU REALLY GRANTING FULL LICENSE TO THESE MONSTROUS TWISTED FILTHY TRASH TO ENDLESSLY DESTROY ME WITH NO CAUSE AND NO TRIAL, Y WON’T U DO YOUR JOB AND PROTECT ME FROM THESE EVIL COVERT AGENCIES AND WICKED MILITARY SECRET COVERT-OPS THAT HAVE WRECKED MY ENTIRE LIFE, EVERY DAY 4 30 YEARS, RU TOTALLY WITHOUT HUMANITY AND HEART??????

The MO gave me a viscous body/diarrhea attack last night, and the entire day starting around noon made hell seem contrastingly like a million heavens, I don’t exaggerate. Actually, a supernatural event happened that has no explanation in the normal waking MW. I was using the last bit of underarm deodorant on my arm, the left one if memory is serving me correctly, and it was near 2 the end where many roll on type deodorants break off and out of their containers at the end and fall into the sink or onto the bathroom floor. I heard the thud of it hitting the floor. I looked in every inch of this small bathroom, after all, I am not some wealthy dude in a mansion with a bathroom the size of a city block, it is a trailer, and a tiny room. The thing fell, it hit the floor and I heard it distinctly, but it was completely nowhere 2B seen. When I opened the bathroom door 5 minutes later to exit the room, what was sitting out in the hallway, but this piece of underarm deodorant? Instantly I brought it into the bathroom and closed the door again, the door was closed, remember, I said that I opened it. I went to try and slip it forcefully under the door between the bottom of the door and the top of the throw rug nearby the door, and no way in Pluto-ville would it go through. This would make anyone half crazy, but I have come 2 accept these irrational-seeming occurrences as the norm, 4 me. Death angel attacks R constant, some Muzak is picking up, but no major things along these lines R needed B reported at this time. Spell checker does not even recognize Muzak, this is some strange new world I am in presently, and am willing and waiting 4 another shift 2 a place not this nutty.

TO THE UNBORN, THIS BASICALLY IS MY REAL TRUE AND ONLY LEGITIMATE AUDIENCE:

YU refuse 2 send me back any help, pop-ups and send-backs as I term them in my time period, and I know they R there, I have seen them and had my run ins with them, none of them appear IMHO 2B on my side of this fight. Since authorities refuse 2 believe me and do their assigned job, UR my absolute last hope, and if internet kicks me off blogger sites, they cannot kick me off my own paid 4 web site with its own domain, where soon, all my blogging texts will B updated to the daily present, and I will still B able to send my plea 4 help and message, into the FUTURE. This future exists NOW on the 4th dimension. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME. RU ALL DEAF AND UNCARING AS WELL? I KNOW THE PRESENT DAY IS, BUT ET’-2???????????????? Here is how these entities/gods knocked my lights out and gave the enemy and its evil empire almost 200 points of power yesterday. Death angels were buzzing all over me annoying me and this has been super off the dials bad for well over a year now, and then came the underarm deodorant incident. So I drive over 2 Eddie Himacane’s trailer, and 15 minpers later, get into my vehicle and head over 2 Ann Silva’s house. Out of the blue, and he calls this {POINT AND COUNTERPOINT}, and this is his
privilege 2 do so, but it destroyed my day and gave the enemy 180 trucking points on their evil and fixed Dow Jones. He started laying into me on my usage of the word DATFILE. He said it does not exist, it is spelled wrong, space it or use a hyphen and on and on. I kept trying 2 tell him that it is not a dat file short for data file or a dat-file or anything presently used, but stands in abbreviation for Date and Time file, such as now it is DATFILE-011508.581. 01 is the first month of January, 15 is the day number of this month, and the 08 is the year in this century starting with 20 and called the twenty-first century, as in 20-08. This is written by most as 01/15/08, but the slashes in a Datfile R not used. Then the decimal point means that the day on the left of this decimal is also broken in one thousandths or into millidays, as grams of pills in medicine in like manner R broken into milligrams or 1/1000ths of a gram, so in the example above of 011508, and 581 millidays or 581/1000ths of one day, we write the full digits and place the decimal in a perfectly normal place to represent this just more than 80 second period called a millidays, hence at 12 noon on the button, it was 011508.500 today, and 6PM or ¾ ths into the day it will end as .750, and so on. Datfiles R used in the future in much of hyperspace in a similar way that offices use now and have used, a system that incorporates both filing these by orders of the alphabet as well as dated times, called filing in chronological or alphabetical orders. I use this since I currently blog on more than one site, and use the same blog. As I plan 2 increase to more blogging sites as time goes along, it is easier 4 me one day, as I did last summer some time back in oh-seven, to begin a blog randomly as the first file of blogs that represent any blogs B4 them in a negative DATFILE number, and all blogs that follow, 2B represent as continuing and ascending numbers, and the Roman Numerals, numbers used by the Romans 2 millennia ago R used to express this. The reason 4 this is 2 help prevent confusions, as in all blogging sites that I shoot blogs up 2, as I do not always plan to send up all blogs, as some sites may B only interested in one part of what I discuss in my blogs, so when my blog is more about their subject, it would B shot up 2 their site on that occasion, and so forth. But, all sites will C my blogs, in a Datfile ascending Roman numeral order. There will B skipped numbers showing blogs not sent to their sites, but all sites will B kept apprised of all my blogging sites, the HTTP addresses, and any viewer can go and read any and all blogs at any time. World Lab has a complex system that I have borrowed in this time period in a very small piecemeal way, but works indeed on their principle. B4 going on, I have a blizzard going down around me, it never stops, and I am never left alone without any negative interactions in my miserable life. I honest 2 the gods just would not know what 2 do if things ever turned around, and I woke up 2 a day and year where there was an average or a slight preponderance of positive interactions 4 me in the overall package deal governing all of this on a Lawtronic level. If anything anywhere could ever in this huge inter-world of ours in this total cosmipoulation, drive my really forever bonkers to the asylum forever, it would most likely B this change over on a dime, do not think I would B able 2 remain sane, would love 2 try it, I will not lie, but I tell U again fully in truth, it most likely would B the straw that busts my crazy-forever back!!!!!!! Now, back to yesterday and how this [datfile] thing connects. So, Ed gets this sudden bug up his grass to almost insist that I stop using words like this or spelled wrong. We got into a real thing, that later after the set up for the day’s wreck was all ready cosmically in and locked into reality. Then I told him these R not data files and have nothing to do with anything used today, that there is a totally different purpose for its usage, etcetera. Computer word program hacking is real bad, just like it happened over the weekend at work, somebody loves to hack micro sucks word, even Himacane admits to this, and it is like pulling rhinoceros teeth 2 get Eddie to ever admit to hacking, I am just Mister Paranoid, his favorite name he calls me. Ann is my true believer. She knows how real this evil all is, hope she doesn’t end back up in the Atlantickrasslecare Hospital, like last time I did a blog similar 2 this!!!!!! When I said the TELEVISION SHOW when talking if memory serves me correctly on a recent prior blog text, the word program reversed it to show television, believe me, I know how 2 properly speak clearly and correctly, and I AM NOT doing these things that R in TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. They reverse words in a sentence, as well as letters in a word. When I post up to blogging sites, they can enter worms into the machine so that the next time I type, they can type in their hacks and change my document, I know this, and they belong in FEDERAL TRUCKING PRISON 4 THE REST OF THEIR SICK DEMENTED MISERABLE ROTTEN LIVES, I cannot make Ed believe this however, I would rather avoid the spell checker as mush as possible as this is the biggest control in the system that they hack.. U try and fix one letter, and 8 words R suddenly knocked totally out of order, it in not me, I do not speak in a non-intelligible and in concise manor. I was raised where algebra-2 was a High School curriculum norm, now today it is college only, such as world-history. Gosh, does it really take 4 full years of 180 high school days 2 learn the important facts of American history. Anyway, Eddie and I fought and it reached a place where there was nothing left 4 me 2 say except, well, then I won’t blog anymore if I can’t do it the way I need 2 do it. He never even got into a mood like that B4 where he was editing my blogs and messing with me, so since I do not need any of these people, I just met Ed at the library, and couldn’t care less about any of this. I would B as happy if not more than happy, 2 go back to my hermit life that I was living B4, after all, these websites and blogs R not getting me anywhere at all, lots of time being totally wasted when I could B sitting at home enjoying DVD/VCR/cable TV, and good meals. My life for 1 and a half years has been horrible. I know I am fighting not only an uphill battle, but a head against the brick wall battle. It is total waste, and is making me totally miserable. We almost broke up, but he has no car, use your heads and do the math, I do not need them, they cannot honestly make this claim in reverse, and they know it. Now the day was set up to fail by a magnetized factor of a thousand plus, remember the previously discussed Philadelphia murder rate last year in oh-seven? Ed wanted a car that someone at Ann’s here, in here family, had told him needed a few repairs, but that he could have it. It would not jump-start, and the key broke in the ignition. He asked me what I thought. The front was banged up, no front blinker or lights, and ten obvious repairs were needed. I told him it is a total piece of kit and not to get it, and he agreed. Then he wanted 2 check my oil, and I pooped my hood. I had run out of oil in my trunk, so there was no reason 4 the oil cap where U fill in the oil should have even have been opened and off, and I have a totally blanked out memory of it. He checked the oil as he had a napkin to wipe the dipstick off with, and said half a quart low was the reading. I closed the hood and trunk, and said I would buy oil at Advance Auto Parts, not at some triple priced service station. I buy the oil, pop the hood 2 fill it with the pint of oil or half of the quart can, opened the trunk 2 take out my pouring funnel, went around to do the job while parked still outside the auto store, and bing, I see no oil cap. I searched everywhere I could, but it was not there. Then I went back in and told the worker and he said, I cannot drive it without the cap, it would not B good 4 the car, so boom, 11 bucks and change with the tax 4 a new oil cap, but what was sitting there in plain freaking view when we later drove back to Ann’s place right where I had my vehicle parked, but my original oil cap. I had all ready put the new one on and threw the box out the window in anger, torn in half. Ed wanted me to try to return it; I would rather have it as a spare. This ain’t the first time this oil-cap full-kit has happened 2 me bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! There were literally a dozen things all day like this, but I’d rather move to the real point to all of this. First, nothing would B going on like this if I had never befriended Ed at the library of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, while doing my early blogs in the first one posted on www.blogger.com called the MORIANITY BIBLE. Google up any of the 5 I keep on this Blogger site: MORIANITY BIBLE, MORIANITY FOUNDATION, TO WHIM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN, RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, and this one THE EPITOME OF HARRASMENT INTERNET VERSION. Just Google it up and read. Aniwho, Eddie gave me a deck of playing cards a couple months ago, says he plays games only on the computer and had no further use of the cards. As U know, I am always trying to find a deck of cards that produce a “magic-range” as I term it, answers to querying the cosmos in the top or bottom 30%. His cards were used when my last several roulette systems totally crashed, and ranges R in maximum neutrality on Q&A with them as well, so Y? Simple ladies and lads!!!!!! He has been a super negative in my life since the day I met him and took him into my life; Y would his cards work in any other way but super negative??? Everything makes total sense, it is no different than the computer, the knowledge of it will eventually all prove to come together, for the most part Aniwho, and then it ALL makes such clear unmasking sense. Eddie means well, none of what I just said is his fault, he is a good guy, it is just that my life is too wacky and screwed up, and none of U MW entities can crawl into this. Do not even try, I no longer ask this of any of U. Live your life and enjoy it. Turn to the dust from where U came, and forget anything I say, it is for me and not U, as if it was 4U, I would long have been recognized by now and been on the J. Leno show. I do not care, and am speaking, as bearded Bob got me 2 realize, to the future, and only 2 the future.

HELLO TO THE FUTURE, AND GOOD-BY TO GEICO AND ITS CAVEMEN OF 2008-. Maybe U will B willing 2 work with me a little. First, we both know that I can get my messages 2 U in numerous ways, the simple idea from DARK SHADOWS TV SHOW where ‘Barney’ writes Julia the note from the jail in the old house and puts it in the furniture piece in there with him that he realized was in the living room where Julia would B in the future where he was attempting 2 reach her at, and little Aimee found it and it indeed got to Julia, Grayson Hall and Denise Nickerson played the roles, along with Jonathan Frid. Not one single lawtronic-counterpart is willing to help me let alone believe me, in the smallest ways back here in oh-eight. Somehow, the pipe and chain and Sarah R part of this future game that U futch-entities R engaging in, and all I ask is a slightly changed rules system in this game. If not, I will do something that will put an end to this world forever, and B4 this month is out. Take this any way U wish, but neither physical threats R being made here, nor will any laws B broken in any of this, yet I will B able to accomplish this feat. All I ask is a chance 2 get out of this evil place, to Hawaii or perhaps Sweden, as I plan 2 do. If I am stopped, I’ll set my alternate plan into motion, and then the curtains R gonna meet each other, and there ain’t no doubt about this Miss Chillie McKinnon crook!!!!
U can work with me through cards, we both know this. I want a range, U know what I want. I will settle 4 [35-minus] or [65+] and not one point more neutral. Give me this within 90 days, or the prophecies of the bible will start and the 4 horsemen will ride, take this as a promise from the great SSJKK, she is even telling me to relax my fingers, and I am typing at twice normal speed without one wavy line coming up anywhere. This is what I need, and if it happens, I will never turn the switch, those who know what this really means in both Atlantic City and in powerful world forces, and beyond, KNOW. Those not needing 2 know, will not know, simple as that. U also know that we R in the final tenth of the kalpa, and elections R really Y some of this is happening and built within the parameters of the human part of the realer games. Still, 800,000 is a lot of mortal world years. ‘That Family’ wants to make some new friends with the current day’s world power, and I can do something 4 them that their other pals, my MO enemies, cannot, and I will tell, and soon, when U do your part. Otherwise, a letter is going to the FBI and the US Attorney General, showing exactly where JEHOVAH without the middle 5 letters in her name is exactly buried at McGuire’s. This is no empty promise, it is a promise, better back the Dogtown off of me trash glasses!!!!!!!!!!!

FUTURE, U can talk 2 me in the cards through Q&A by lessening the hyperspace neutral channel or HSNC, while I can talk 2U through the internet, as these blogs will B saved 2 www.morianity-foundation.com under the blogs page, and the foundation itself will B set up as soon as Prudential Insurance sends me papers to make KS my beneficiary, as my mom who used
2B is no longer in need of Mortal World monies. Karen, I will B calling U soon, and leaving U another DECLARATION, and try please 2 get into my last several blogs. U will B running my foundation. This is the only way that I can talk to the future.

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, VOID INFINITY-6, THIS IS MY LEGAL WEB DOCUMENTATION:

I AM UNDER A PRESENT DEATH SIEGE THAT IS 20-30 YEARS NOW ON GOING, AND UNDER PAIN OF FULL PURJURY CHARGES, I NOW SWEAR TO ALL OF THIS. I AM BEING KILLED SLOWLY WITH TORTURE UNDER PREMEDITATION AND PLAN BY ALL PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED NAMES ACCUSED OF THIS.
COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN-THIS IS ALL TO GET THE FLYERS TO WIN AGAIN 2-NIGHT AND START THEM ON ANOTHER HUGE STREAK OF SUCCESS AT MY HORRIFFIC EXPENSE. All words contained in my blogs R true and accurate and totally honest, with absolutely no additions nor omissions.


END TRANSMISSION UNTIL THE WEEKEND BRO-GREEN.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Datfile XXIX

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER BLOG 16, SSJKK’s PERPETUAL AGE
DATFILE XXIX--------------010308.085.07
SUBTITLED, “THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME”.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


Yesterday, Saturday, starting around daylight, the sky siege again was totally off the scale and frighteningly dangerous. If people just knew what this was all about they could do many things to get it stopped. If U don’t, I will suffer, yes, but so will eventually U and all of your loved ones. They RY so many of our children today have autism, AD Disorder, ADHD, respiratory and lung problems, various asthma's, and other breathing disorders, it is Y road rage and all the new rages like sports and postal-tempers, and on and on, is getting more and more prevalent with the passing of each and every month and year and decade, this is absolutely no joking matter, and U can Google this CHEM TRAIL thing and study it 4 yourselves. It is Y my strange unexplained glandular disorder came on me suddenly at just past ten at night on the evening of June the third of one-nine-eight-three, nearly a full quarter of a century ago, and to this day without 4 milligrams of Ativan per day, I will go comatose, barely able to move and breathe, and B in excruciating pain with icy cold limbs especially after awakening from sleep, a mouth drier than the hot Nevada desert sun, a raspy and hoarse voice, dizziness, inability to reach any deep level of sleep, inability to swallow or eat foot, and choke all the time as though a hand is around your throat perpetually, yet every specialist tells me that not one thing wrong shows up on any medical tests that ever have been conducted with me regarding this, only the Ativan, or its generic med called Lorazepam can ease the majority of these unfathomably unpleasant symptoms and ailments associated with what they did to me that night with their toxic prope kem’s TPK. Spelling this word KEM is incorrect, but I all ready made up the abbreviated usage of TPK so Y change it now and invite confusion? They destroyed my ability to ever live any type of a normal life since I reached the ripe old age of just over 28 and a half years, nice entities, huh???? Then questions surface in your minds about my believing all the things done to me by the evil Masonic [overlawers] as I will now name them anyway U look at it, this all adds up to much more than one exploding gas tank incident in California, yet this produced damages 4 this person to the tune of $5,000,000,000.00. Yeah bwaby-wuvy, that’s 5 BILLION POWERFUL LOVELY USD BUCKS!!!!!!!!!!! Ani-who, U ain’t heard none of Al Jolson’s tunes yet, I am just warming up and might get to just past luke-warm within late oh-eight or early oh-nine!!!!!! It amazes me that spell checker does not recognize this musical giant of not 2 distant yesteryear, Al Jolson, always with the wavy misspelled spelled lines showing up whenever I type in his great name. Weird, very extremely weird. Well Britney, hope it doesn’t make U go even crazier to hear that by the middle of this century, your name will give wavy lines on some spell checker or its future equivalent. I will always remember certain good things that your family did, and wish U the best Brit, hang in there. They say that Zeffrum Cochran was the inventor of the warp drive on the Star Trek show, but we know differently, Brit, it was gramps, over at my place that day in the nineties when he broke the World’s Record sprinting contest exiting my home both stage left and Snagglepuss Stage right at the same time, is this warp drive power or what Brit????? WO!!!!!!! But when my mom took ill, and Paula King was stalking me and scaring me to death and damaging my only vehicle, at least Mister warp engine’s son stood up to the plate, and was really there 4 me. I do not forget favors done me during my darkest hours, just as concentrically, Mizz activist Atlanta Ball Park Brave-girl, what U did 2 me with your hubby that night at that Phillies game in ’93, was reprehensible, and U will someday B fully shamed and exposed 4 what U did, U will B very sorry. I remember my friends, and bwewieve me bwaby wuv, I do not forget my enemies. However, I will never do anything in violation of the law to get U all back. Those that live by the sword will DIE BY THE SWORD, this is freaking LAWTRONIC. I will shame U2 the world, and if not U, your offspring will get the copied evidence in their parcel post delivery at their door someday, I will tell what all of U have done 2 me, maybe your worthless trashy kids will look me up and spit in my face and kick me in my joy rocks, but I still will tell them what U all did, and speaking of this, I all ready have, first through this, and through many other ways such as buried bottles acting as time capsules, and on and on, U don’t need 2 know all of my plans and secrets friends and fiends!!!! U all still, as cave-society, C the future as a part of 3-D space that has not yet happened. But all 3-D space has happened and is there on 4th-D space. NASA really kills me, and so does the basic ignorance of our government of its staff scientists. It is so laughable. They send the Star Trek Vger into space to greet some far off aliens that it may ‘someday’ encounter, but of course it will take thousands or even millions of years to reach the deep space where it may indeed have any chance 4 such an encounter 2 take place. Here is a perfect example of my wake up call 2U all about this: Every radio telescope message we try and send out, is immediately picked up by the Infallusions of Teeewabkacheab from the galaxy QNWF644, 46 million light years out into deep space. This does not take 46 million years of radio transmission, you dummies. It all ready is 46 million years ahead of us in space somewhere on the 4th dimension, and these pinky gray 3 footer one eyed half weed half humanoids R there and hearing this signal come in. Now, if these IT’s have field travel and worm-reverse-tek, it is simple to locate where our signal emanated from, and follow us right back to its original source in space and in time. We R playing with fire, dynamite, and nuke silos with madmen controlling them, and then R wondering Y so much ‘stuff’ seems 2B esoterically occurring all around us, especially since the inception of agencies such as the space agency or NASA?????? Hay buddy, UR all causing lots of these problems, stop thinking how long it will take your radio signals 2 reach a potential entity/alien, and C the 4th and 5th dimensions as they R meant 2B seen by an enlightened space exploring society of ‘so-called’ open-minded individuals, huh! Start realizing that those future long awaited times R presently right there and existing just as real and true as U and IR here, and both them and us, on this higher fourth dimension. I thought people in NASA’s league would have kind of, U know, figured all of this out, at least B4 they began poking around this large unknown hyper sphere. Hay boobies, I am all 4 exploration, mind and knowledge expansion, the whole 27 feet, not yards by the way, permit me now to correct and amend this misprint PBE from a blog quite a few back. No, the desire 2 reach out and touch someone, or perhaps Captain Shatner Sir, some thing, is perfectly reasonable and natural. But wow, this going off half cocked thing, that was a major mistake. We needed 2B about 1000 years more advanced B4 venturing out into the expansion. RU telling me that plenty of stuff right here on this messed up globe does not first need major repair, hay, I am not a maintenance man, nor do I wish 2 engage in further debate, or throw the rock-paper-scissors thing with any of U. But playing with the unknown is never wise. I tried hard to tell my mother to cut out the Solitaire stuff, she would not listen, and she died shortly thereafter, a strange horrifying and unexplained death, by every expert consulted in the medical industry that remotely specialized in what she could have wrong with her, and all 2 no avail. Go ahead, check it all out, knock yourselves out Boz, U only will find that I can never B disproved, only ignored. I never said I am being blatantly abused, but the authorities can bring about the biggest miscarriage of justice known 2 exist in my humble opinion in the entire criminal justice system, and that is, 2 IGNORE. They dare to say I am a certified lunatic and none of my claims have weight or credibility. Wow, does this give an enemy a license to rein unspeakable terror on weak and defenseless people without money or power or resources, or freaking what!!!!!!!
During the very initial period of my famous and often discussed “search and quest to locate the great SARah-Krassle”, many things happened, and some simply will just never make it into any of my blogging texts. I must pick and choose the most worthy and wild experiences and happenings and leave out the so-called seconds or thirds in a place value, or this blog simply put would never ever end, and I never will get 2 leave here and just B with my forever lovely teen-queen, my SSJKK. I do not wish 2B here in this mortal life 4 one more lousy minute, but I am unable to die and remain dead, as mortal beings would perceive this illusion. One thing connected more than anything else, even including the hypnotherapy that I paid 2 receive from a clinic in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, and this was my interacting at the HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, in Deptford, NJUSAESMWG. I knew Mayor McGrotten from the turn of the eighties; he was Mayor of Deptford, NJ. I joined this club in June on the electrical number, the 27th, in 1994 shortly after moving into Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, both in New Jersey’s Gloucester County. I met a fine gentleman in the swimming pool, and he was a 2nd cousin of the famous Mariah Carey, no baloney, it was a known fact from the club’s owner to the lowest life form such as me, a mentally challenged nut case on Social Security Disability. I had just started collecting these government benefits about the time that I started making friends with this really cool dude, kind of reminded me of John Amos, or “Kid-Di-No-Mite’s” dad on the show television ‘GOOD TIMES’. Aniwho, we became great friends and told me he sees his cousin at Christmas, Mariah that is, and I told him she was my very favorite, and the most lovely doll on the planet, kind of a difficult fact to dispute if UR a straight male with a pulse between 10 and 100. Much more could B said now, and will B said later about all of this, but as U know from my prior blogging texts, I had later in 1996 after the club had just closed down 4 extremely sudden and spurious reasons, I believe nuclear waste is involved, and Wall Mart Corporation, I know, knows these secrets, but Aniwho BBD and all other Morians, I had purchased a 120 thousand dollar home in Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG, that later I came 2 call the DEATH HOUSE, where my mom was struck down at 5 AM or so on the morning of 12/26/97. Around this time, perhaps very early into 98 or back in the 97 autumn, cannot honestly swear to it all though I keep life journals on tape and records of every single thing that happens to me and have been doing this since 1982 or the start of ’83 somewhere therein, but around here somewhere in time, I went to bed and fell into a very hazy and mysterious dream, yeah I know, most of my dreams could B described in this matter, shut up. Aniwho ladies and lads, out of the blue I was standing at my door where the mail box to the home was, and remember reaching into get my mail and pulling out 3 incredible things. One was the from the Publisher’s Clearing House Prize Patrol, saying I had won millions of dollars in the final prize and 2B home during the super bowel football game at such and such a time so I could B photographed and handed this monstrous check 4 all this loot. The other 2 things were just as incredible. They were 2 letters from Mariah Carey. But when I opened the letters up from her with my letter opener, sitting at the end of my bed, they were empty, not a thing in either letter. It was about a year later that the revelation came, that Mariah’s 2 letters were her initials of MC, as in Sarah Callio Martino, the Millionth Council, Robert MC Guire, and we could go on like a greedy child’s letter 2 Santa Clause. I made friends with a very nice lady in her sixties named Joan, and she swam laps in the Haddonwood pool a lot. One day she abruptly stopped even B4 reaching the deep end, and treaded water, and said 2 me,” UR just moving, U’re not even swimming, U can move in the water like magic. Well, 2 me this was just second nature like a bird flying or an experienced driver whizzing down the highway at 65 MPH. Then it hit me that yes, I was able 2 just swim along with Joan, only I was not doing anything, just thinking of matching her swimming pace, and Joan was a lap swimmer, and was good. I then came to attempt to get into the pool right as it opened so I could play with this so to speak. At first all I did was to basically do what I did when Joan and I were sharing a lap lane together, going say at a one to two knot clip. I never got tired, and seemed 2B able without expending an ounce of physical energy, to swim along at any distance, so then one early morning opening of the pool, I decided 2 play with speed a little bit. I would think forward, and faster, over and over, and was now moving from wall to wall of this one half Olympic size pool in a Mississippi-count of at first 8, then down as low as 3. When I was doing 3, I was beating a huge professional swimmer dude that was on a boogie board and was wearing large flippers. The swimmer stopped and all though I was unaware of it at the present instant, was staring at me. Then I observed him climbing out of the pool and talking to the lifeguard, who only had his comic books on his mind, not that he wouldn’t B there 2 save someone if needed, just mean he was sort of in his own world, and I knew that I could push my limits a bit, if I had any, and not B conspicuous. But then out of the almost tranced-state that I was in as I was zooming wall 2 wall in this 75 foot long pool, and completing a full double lap every 5-7 seconds, suddenly, not Susan Brook, the lifeguard blew a huge loud whistle seemingly right in my left ear on my return lap to the shallow side of the pool where his chair was positioned, and I thought quickly, “stop-stop-stop” and even then, almost hit my head hard on the wall, and my arms were both hurt for 3 days or so from stopping my force, I weigh only 20 or so pounds under 3 bucks, and here I am clipping along at as much as 8-10 knots of speed. “Get out of the damn pool”, said the guard, and I hoisted myself up and onto the concrete, as no ladder was there, it was over on the sides and my lap lane was dead centered middle. “Where is the puller or whatever thing U godda B holding onto bub?” said the lifeguard, whose name was Mickey. I remember this as though it is going down live now and this was the middle or late part of 1995 about now, almost a year or perhaps over one year into my membership at Haddonwood. I said,” excuse me Mickey, sir, the rules of the pool say not to have anything in the pool except in the children’s roped off area and these must B approved and tagged”. He then went on 2 say, “Duh, yeah, I know that ass-hole, that is YI am on your case, so where’dya ditch the damn thing”? This dude was just out of his teens, a college punk who thought he was another typical male lifeguard Baywatch TV stud. I went on to say.” Mickey, I have nothing, C4 yourself, and please watch your cussing and name calling”. “What RU gonna [trucking without the T] do about it dude?” came a quick ugly toned voice right back at me. I wussed out and just said, “I suppose absolutely nothing”. I started 2 walk out, I was going to go 2 Tony Zeenan’s office, the club owner, and 2 report this freaking abuse. As soon as the doors to the showers and locker room were entered, Mickey gave me a very hard shove and I fell hard onto the shower floor. He went on to sit on me and take soap and lather it up in my hair and then burned my eyes nearly out forcing it into my eyes as well. Tony the owner just happened 2 walk in and C all this go down. Mickey was fired, and the lawyers all met with my mother and me, and we were going to settle 4 making me a silent partner in the club, receiving semi-annual book reports and audits, tax filings, and receive a 20% gross 4 the next 6 years, 10% for the following 6 years, and a final $5,000.00 lump sum award at the end of these 12 years of payments, 2B paid 2 me quarterly, [every 3 months]. B4 it was finalized in the autumn of 1995, Tony said he would sell me his nearby home 4 {2/3rds} of its market value, and I could assume the payments, I would pay the bank, no credit check, and move in 30 days from now, he knew I hated my neighbors in the apartment where I rented with my mother. He said he just wanted 2B friends and have no hard feelings or grudges, and told me that Mickey’s father is well off, and that Mickey all though now 21 years old, was still 20 when the incident occurred. This makes pop also a candidate 2 go after in a law suit, TZ told me. He offered me limeade with ice and a ham sandwich while we sat in this lovely wooded lot home’s living room, each of us facing each other on 2 different super cozy couches. As I drank the drink, I knew within short order that something bad was happening. TZ had spiked the drink with the gods only knew what, but the whole room I was in was spinning as well as slanting left and right back and forth, and a rushing sound came from my ears. The next thing I remember was waking up in a bed, thinking 2 myself; I am in a hospital somewhere. I was not however. I was in my own bed and back in time a number of months. My calendar read the very day that I had the incident with the lifeguard, and it was 10 in the morning, only I had long arrived on this day or so I thought, at the health and swim club by 9 AM. I showered and had a cup of cocoa and a glass of grapefruit juice, threw on an exercise jogging type suit that one might wear to a health club, with my swim suit and towel in my bag along with a few nick knacks like a hair brush, etcetera. Here is where Lobo is about to beat Ben Stone 4 falling off their chairs, when I tell U this, get ready 2 go 2 the toilet quickly or else use your clothes 4 the job. Mickey never worked at Haddonwood, only a short and heavy young girl and a very religious young guy, no other lifeguards worked there, presently, or ever. The lawyers from Deptford that had won me some nice settlement damages award monies, do not have offices anywhere, not in the county telephone book, do not exist. Tell the copyright examiner that U wish 2 get a taped or CD copy of my book TPB, [THE PERMISSION BARRIER]. Stuff in my life like this has happened over and over, it is real, and I am not a freaking lunatic. Go ahead world churches, explain it. Go ahead, scientists, shrinks, do it, BUT I KNOW BETTER, I KNOW WHAT IS REAL. Yeah, blogging at my security station each time I get a few minpers 2 add another paragraph, this is like a little bit of dying and making love to my wonderful Stacey, in her beautiful palace, in my favorite of all spots there, her gorgeous Long-room. U cannot ever fathom her huge chocolate brown eyes, her long brown hair with 100 natural off colored highlights all through it and down just past her knees, thick and voluminous, and luminous, so bright that a living entity would actually instantly dissolve if the fullness of it was right there in front of U.

I told U that all of this siege caused many new systems in roulette that I play at home, to all crash. This is what these scummy evil twisted gods do, they intentionally make me agonize and suffer with non ending persecution and abominable harassment, and the agenda has been there right along, after all, did it all basically not start rearing its disgusting twisted ugly demonic head about the same time that I began applying the concept of PARALLEL EVENT to gambling games such as Roulette back in the springtime in 1985, down in RIP OFF CALLIOMARTINOVILLE, or ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATED OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, [ACNJUSAESMWG]? How can I claim 2 ever really know 4 sure anything, when part of these wicked god’s games R2 endlessly keep me as confused 2 all of this stuff around me as possible? Lady Di knew about it, and so do I. It is all in the Time Magazine, the issue either ending one or 2 in 1995 or the one or 2 starting issues in 1996. I report nothing untrue, nothing erroneous, nothing irrelevant, and definitely not least but just last, and in reiteration, I REPORT nothing that is not totally pertinent to all the other blogging texts that tell the true story of my endless nightmare life and sub-existence!!!!!! Finally with this part of the topics herein being discussed on CB-16 of TEOHIV, and by the way I am sorry that my abbreviation with this blog’s name may offend some as it surely has nothing 2 do with immune systems in humans that may not B functioning as well as they should B, but they persecute me to keep them getting so many victories over me in their evil sick and demented game that these twisted diseased perverted gods have been playing with me since 1986 or in this general area of time one year out or back from here, I mean really, come on, U have heard me say this over and over, U must B totally blue-ish purple in the face with pink yancy’s [polka dots on the astral realms], FLYERS FLYERS FLYERS AND MORE FLYERS, PHILLIES, PHILLIES, PHILLIES, AND MORE PHILLIES, DOW JONES, DOW JONES, DOW JONES, AND MORE DOW JONES, AND I DO NOT PLAN 2 EVER STOP BLOGGING NOR TELLING MY SAD AND MISERABLY PATHETIC STORY TO THIS SELFISH UNCARING EVIL WORLD, UNTIL IT EITHER GETS THE MESSAGE, OR SELF DESTRUCTS UNDER THE DISEASE CALLED REAGANEVILITUS, U MAY NOT FIND THIS LISTED IN THE AMA UNDER DISEASES, BUT Y WOULD U4 CHRISSAKE, IT IS CERTAINLY THE VERY DERN BEST TRUCKING KEPT SECRET THAT I KNOW OF, AND YEPPIR, I KNOW LOTSANLOTSA SECRETS, I AM THE SECRETS KING.

Today’s Revenge Secret [TRS] is this:
Murphy Brown was a hit show, and sleazy Candice Bergen played in thus and many other parts, I believe even as a LAW & ORDER judge. She attended a Looney-tune school just as I did, she went 4 a year and I went 4 more than 3 years, but she got 2 go to a nice soft place, called the Deveraux School, as she did not have powerful evil frightening Atlantic City enemies behind her total demise, she was just a strange and weird kid who they straightened out and returned to the regular non special education system. But Sarah’s people, McGuire, Martino, and the whole vicious gang of demented monstrous evil down there in east Atlantic County, made dern good and shore, not sure, SHORE, that I would B destroyed and sca-rued out of any chance ever 4 having anywhere near 2 a normal life. There is a family of people that live approximately 2200 miles south-south-east-woust of the Briggbase Central ops station on the Astral-Plane. When I lost consciousness or [FELL ASLEEP] by your MW definition of it, while living in the fix-up property, at the time owned by the child molester Thomas J. Reale, currently residing in Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG, on several nights just leading up 2 the night that I departed, the night of the 12th of July when I boarded the jitney-bus at Cornwall Avenue 2 take it 2 Arkansas Avenue and Pacific Avenue, and get off and walk 2 blocks down to the NJ public service bus terminal, there at this time in the MW year AD of 1970, I had a dream that seemed 2 begin on the very first night that I had it, and continued in series on each following night, it was very outlandish and quite scary 2 say the least. All through it, I was hearing them describing themselves all though no one of them in particular was I ever able 2 observe doing it, as THAT FAMILY. Remember how Sarah always refers 2 me as THAT BOY? The crux of the experience/interaction, was that the same people here on the mortal world from down here at this world famous seashore resort, have an astral counterpart family, well, Duh, of course, but I actually was interacting in a very lucid as well as tremendously vivid way, in these series of several nights of wild dreams at the Cornwall Avenue house, that now is all part of the Ventnor Water works, that is also a part of the great ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, OR THE ACNUA. Click onto their website and C the great SAR’s place yourself, or go down, IF U DARE, and visit, if she doesn’t kick your head off, http://www.ACMUA.COM/ . She is dangerous!!

As soon as I shot up yesterday’s blog at Ann Silva’s house as she has the Comcast Cable’s internet package along with cable TV and telephone service, Aniwho female version of the mountains and all other Lessians and or Morians, a crash level plane nearly took Ann's roof and turned it into a LANDING RUNWAY. Also by the way, the temperature in my area was 4 the most part less than 40 degrees, and also it felt raw, yet motor trash bikes were everywhere. There is no way these things R just coincidences and just happening by pure random chance. Planes everywhere, poison chemtrails everywhere, motorbikes all over in the cold, it is rare 2C one or 2 unless it is quite a bit warmer. So back 2 the plane that nearly crashed right into Ann Silva’s window: It was 15 minutes max since I posted up my blogs to the 2 sites, and then other planes followed, and then all of this incredible civil rights violating air siege is 2 keep that rotten evil Snyder mobster, and those filthy dirt ball Flyers Hockey team from ever losing. Well, HA HA HA HA, U-RAT-FASTERS, it did not work, my blog took care of that game with a 4:3 CRUSH crush CRUSH CRUSH, C R U S H!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE, WHOEVER SHE IS,
AND WHATEVER GOT WRITTEN!!!!!! I have had other SIEGE SATURDAY’S, but this one was right up there in the top 40 for the 20 years or so of this crazy mysterious hell, but back again 4 a quick seck with “That Family”. I could just hear shrink-Emil on “L&O”, as he says it so cool and emphatically but more with facial than tonal expression, “THAT IS ONE SCARY DUDE” This was one very scary and bizarre 3 nights or so of major lucid sequence-dreaming, called by shrinks like Emil, serial dreaming, like a serial soap on TV such as ALC or any of them, they never start or end in short run play, but tune in one episode every 3 years, and U do not have clue one what is transpiring. This experience remained with me 4 many years, and it began with them forcing me into a hospital 4 surgery, after one of them shot me in the chest and I was laying down bleeding and coughing, it was extremely ‘real’!!!! I was told that I died in this hospital on the table but got revived with chest compressions, and when they did this, I vomited up my lungs and instead of lungs, they somehow had become large wash cloths. I was holding them and when I squeezed them, I would cough, and the washcloths would turn bright cherry red and ooze with dripping blood. They said they were going 2 attempt 2 put them back into me. This hellishness was how it all started on the first of these 3 or 4 nights of this serial dream. We can go on with this serial dream from July of 1970 at a later blogging time. Just let me open doors 2 things as I get in the mood, then later we can move into the rooms beyond the doors, and roam and explore many things down the long dark hellish corridors that lie beyond. I will quickly interject B4 terminating this part of the discourse that I admit fully that I had no Earthly at the time wisdom or knowledge of any details of the Briggbase on the astral plane, where this weird {THAT FAMILY} seems 2 fleminate from/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\.

Y not seriously ask yourselves this question and then really stand back and ponder and cogitate on it long and hard? Y would anyone that is sane enough 2 write detailed blogging text, good music, and whether U like what I write or not is your bizz, I am a BMI professional paid and royalty collecting song writer. Enemies control the major labels as well as the major everything’s. But my independent label history has got me years of royalties, airplay, and recognition. The only struggle was with Sarah, gee I really wonder Y, do U really wonder Y 4 crissake, literally??????, but really, my website and all my claims, backed up by things that U honestly cannot explain legitimately away, try as hard as U may, and addinfinitem, there is nothing I could possibly stand 2 gain, telling the internet world willing 2 listen, my story of what has happened to me and my life in detail since the ages I could do more than
crawl.

If U requested TPB that I copyrighted in 1994, as all of this Sarah stuff was around the corner from getting a real serious major foothold and choke hold on me and my life, U would put even more fantastic pieces of this huge cosmic jigsaw puzzle together. Pieces would not just begin 2 fit, they would B almost magnetized 2 slam into their perfect proper pieces to complete the puzzle, and help 2 solve it. The entire cosmos is attempting to solve its cosmic equation, and all things that happen, R indeed this very process. No matter what is truly and totally going on with me, it can never fall outside the scope of the larger whole of this cosmos forever in attempt 2 solve its cosmic equation, this simply put IS what it is all about. Well the assholes R beginning 2 drive in and I must start thinking about packing it up 4 the day. I will not B posting up the blog at Ann Silva’s house, as I’d get no sleep, I gotta come right back in for the swing around shift 2-night.

GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND WORLD LABORATORIES, this is an official web logging document, and is copyright protected in the names of MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, should these names appear any place on these blogging texts. I swear these truths R fact, totally the truth, with absolutely no additions nor omissions. DATFILE XXIX TERMINATES TRANSMISSION AT THIS POINT.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

DATFILE XXVIII TEOHIV-CB #15

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
CHAPTER BLOG [CB] #15
Date And Time file [datfile] XXVIII------011208.040.95


I have not been able 2 blog 4 numerous lengthy reasons, please never assume Morianity readership that an absence of blog text equals a lessening of my
hell. The pretty little chick that advertised 4 the DISCOVERY ZONE store a decade ago or so could not say it any better if she tried, “I DON’T THINK SO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at it as when I am not up on blogging sites 4 days and a week or more at a time; it spells real nasty trouble, and never the reverse. I promise all of U right now, I will get up 2 or 3 times per week with a short 200 word blog basically saying so-so conditions prevail, U know, the same old same old, or nothing really that major is reportable at the present time. Well, first of all. With me, it is never that case, and U either know this by now mister Joel or U indeed R a SER student, [SPECIAL EDUCATION/REHAB]. I will abbreviate with SER from now on, at the total risk of getting the All Mighty good and urinated off at me.

B4 going onward this early pre dawn and pre light morning of Saturday the 12th of Jan, permit me pweeeeeze 2 start with this so-so. Last week was the worst death siege of my life and makes all others in oh-seven totally pale in freaking comparison. I am at work, yeah, U heard what I said, at work at the Sorian-18 guardhouse and things R starting 2 turn a bit. I am getting a little smarter with these PC’s, not the dirty PC thing, which I may also refer 2 as kitty-com 4 short and also 2 add another new lettering combo [word] to my so many poor Richard/Russell dictionary of nearly 28 decades spanning into 4 centuries. I am able 2 bum Eddie’s lap tap for the nights that I pull guard duty, he after all is on the astral plane now, well, we all R always there, but he is not dreaming he is Himacane in this life now as his body lays at rest in his trailer, so I can use the machine. I now can plug all the things in and take them out, and set it all up, and all the other things that I was hoping my Atlanticare people were going 2 teach me and never did, I no longer need their class that never came 2B. When U accomplish things with no help from a soul, U can feel confident and proud of yourself, and there is dern nothing
wrong at all with a little bit of ego and self respect. The enemy made my weekend a week ago total hell on the job, and everywhere else, road, residence, skies, name it and it hunt-trapping bunt-tapping occurred. These hock yucking runt slappers R lower than any whale excrement and know absolutely no shame at all, they R the epitome of reprehensible and sub-bottom life forms. The only thing any of them give a rats grass about is their greedy evil Reaganomics selves, and the world in less than a flash of a half century flew from a caring sharing loving sixties to a nightmarish demonic faithless Christless selfish wicked planet of real and true apes, not the movie, it is now 4 real/e bwaby-wuv, it went from the we generation 2 the me generation, ME first, only, and all the way through to the last and around again. This evil world is rapidly heading 4 some real bad moon risings, just as CCR predicted in their fantastic summer-69 song. R these dudes totally psychic Mizz Warwick or what??????? No one gives a razor stucking slit about anything except 4 their sick twisted evil selves, believing that since no one else gives a bums tuck about them, they will follow suit and B exactly the same way and look out only 4 number one, and then wonder Y the world has literally caught a DEATH PLAGUE OF REAGANEVILITUS, he started most of this, I know, I was there, and do not care who wants 2 hear me say this or snot!!!!!!!! Greedy avaricious mercenary snotty people running the world and caring less 4 their fellow man, it disgusts anyone who knows and lived in better times. I am not saying everyone is bad, the really bad people know who the ach E double hockey sticks they really R, and need not me 2 tell and fink on them. How they manage 2 keep a mirror around astounds my tiny mind in the name of the Great Sar!!!!!!!!!! Yes, friends, I do have the blatant cum-cubes 2 tell it true and straight, so if U wanna hear lies and sweet sugar, other blogs and websites R out there just 4U!!!!!!!!! I have the thrill rocks 2 tell the entire world what I know 2B true and real, and will swear 2 it all on a stack of bibles from here 2 the magnetosphere. When I post dying utterances and declarations, I mean them, and am fully aware that an angry all powerful deity can burn me 4 ever in Dogtown 4 bearing false witness of this magnitude against other human race entities as well as astral entities, all tied up in this ugly stenchy mess. Last Thursday and Friday of over a week ago, and the entire week this past recent one starting Tuesday, and Saturday in-between, was off the scale chemtrails. Scylla’s skies were filled every single stinking rotten filthy day with vicious horrendous chemtrailing, known to most as con-trailing, but there is a huge difference, and U need 2B major big butt informed of the truth B4 all of U and your kids get sick and die from this nightmare. Go 2 Google and type in the words of, CONTRAILS/CHEMTRAILS, I have been MISSPELLING this as “kemtrails”, and it is spelled CHEMTRAILS. Last Sunday morning I had just gotten 2 my job, and my favorite nasty chopper got me zenithing very loud and low right over my security station, at 12:05 in the ante’ meridian of the clock, just 3 millidays into Sunday. My inspector was on the site, and they attack me every time an inspector comes, they R predictable and sick in their twisted minds, loving to play their totally demented evil low life games with me, a pathetic innocent victim who did nothing 2 any of these rat fasters. Last weekend was putrid 4 me here at work and everywhere, there simply as many times, was no escape. Even a dude high up in the Camden County Prosecutor’s office said 2 me in the start of the nineties, “U cannot run away from it when it stats, can U, no matter where U go”? He was on the money 100%+. They Y dirty evil rotten rock chuckers with absolutely no shame nor conscience at all. Reading off blog notes, I am writing back at work last weekend, kitty-com, where RU? This would slow down these filthy Milituforce-Otammites {MO} if it would just start back up 4 crissake!!!!! Well, on it went, day after day, except 4 Monday, as I fell into a deep sleep all day and was able 2 escape the physical part of my hell, we’ll get back into this big huge super time shortly. It did not break off all week long, the worst of it being aerial but on one particular day, or 2, but Tuesday was worse, and Wednesday almost as bad, and this was the motorcycle attack, and it was off every dial and every meter and every scale. There was more of this demonic sick loud activity than in hot July and August. But starting like Harry Potter total magic at the stroke of the 3 of the after noon clock, here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, com!!!!!!! Out of totally bing-bang blue, dishes, I mean young teens and twenty-something’s were crawling all over me like I had just been magically transported to an Astral place called Potterkovich, where all the Harry Potter dream down fantasies come from on the mortal world, and had been turned into some muscular Greek god that equaled any 5 Disney channel male studs all combined. I can tell U a true yet unbelievable story and it stems from my recent photo being taken by the US post office in my town of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG for my United States Passport renewal. This photo does not look at all like me. I look 100 years old in it. Other times, I walk around and am told I look as young as 14. A night lady thought I was only 14 when she came over to service me, and a man with his wife asked me what I was doing in a casino one summer, that I was no where near 21, yet I was in my late 40’s. Nothing is as it seems, and illusions I am convinced R magically happening all around us and to many of us, but most people R so lost and busy in their precious little lives of worrying about Hollywood stars and things just this absurd and ridiculous, to even begin to notice any of it, this is Y chemtrails R literally killing off the human race and causing global warming by heating up trapped CO2 emissions in the atmosphere, while everyone thinks they R just harmless clouds or an occasional sky writing ‘thing’. It boggles my mind how TOTALLY DUMBED DOWN THIS COUNTRY AND MOST LIKELY THIS ENTIRE PLANET HAS SO RAPIDLY BECOME, CHRISSAKE, WE’RE ALL NOTHING BUT PERFECTLY CONTROLLED TOTAL FREAKING ROBOTS, WAKE UP PEOPLE, IT ALL READY IS WAY 2 LATE. Your alarm clock all ready has been nuked!!!!!!! It seems like everything is on a roll of ever increasing parabolic nuttiness that I am flabbergasted beyond verbal diction or any possible description. We do not have a mere propensity 4 burying our heads in the sand, Dogtown man, our heads and the sand have merged and meshed together as one, WAKE UP EARTHLINGS!!!! But back to last Wednesday’s 3 PM super KITTY-COM. It was totally beyond laughable, but I cannot honestly admit that I do not get a kick out of it, and maybe a silent chuckle as well. One of the several things was a gang of 3 teen queens in a food store that were flirting with me, first with aisle following, and then in the check out line. They got louder and louder until I made eye contact and then they looked at me in ways that their mama does not 2 know about. As I said, way more to this Potterkovich City stuff is wrapped up in all of this, and I do not 4 a single minper [mini-period, on the astral plane] claim 2 know all the answers about any of this wild moorse tap.

The real news 4 the Morian readership, not that lots of news won’t B reported along with some major TRS stuff, is about the Goddess Fortuna, a 2nd cousin of Diana and Apollo Arteemis, in the astral world linage with Vanna Venus White, get the movie and C how my claims of rip-offs and teasing of my life has been following a physical world entertainment system pattern all through all of this since the dern sixties. Ani-who Mount female and all others, speaking of entertainers and Hollywooders, my mother as U all know by now
was murdered, as was my pal David Roth, I have made no Mason or Skull bones about any of this, nor have I barred any holes or pulled a single punch about any of this dern truth. My mother in the last decade of her life here on Earth, her 70’s, loved to play the game of Solitaire, as do many people, this is totally normal. Eddie Himacane plays it on his computer when he gets bored, he tells me. Ani-who, towards the time that she fell mysteriously ill on the early morning following the morning of Christmas of 1997, she told me repeatedly that she was getting messages in the cards based on how the games came out and how the cards were getting played, and that voices in her head were in league with the cards. She claimed 2B a BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN, that should B naturally running away and not towards this type of satanic stuff. Instead, she grew more and more into it, and I did not like it one bit. Cards have been used 4 thousands of years, in this way, and the gods tease us mortals with them, I know, I have been messed with using this type of trucking-full-kit since I was taught the game of Roulette by Jim Burr in the year 1982 in early December around my 28th birthday in these current sequence of dreams as Mountainpen. In my second blogging texts on www.blogger.com I believe the blog called, TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN, I admit 2 telling my readership about trying 2 get a deck of cards 2 range in a Q&A in a long run playing session over months and or years, in the top or bottom 30%. If answers posed 2 cosmos in silent prayer 2 the gods so 2 speak, could B ranged from 70-100%, U could ask 50/50 yes/no type questions of your cards and go with your answers, or in the case of 0-30% accuracy, reverse the answers. Then U would say 2 your cards, “should I play the first 5 plays at the roulette table today RED 2 WIN? Always ask “to win”. Also, always make it 5 or 7, or some odd number, as the 50/50 of an odd amount of possible outcomes will in long run play balance and average out to accurately coincide the card answers with your posed queries to cosmos. All through the past 3 years, I have played with 30 or more decks of cards, regular playing cards, yes and no can be red or black or odd or even or low or high, just remove the kings and the jokers, or in my case, they R one and the same thing, the kings and jokers that is. Ani-who naturally, I cannot get out of a 42-58% range on any of my 30 decks 4 three or more years, as this amount of time has been so bad 4 me, the last thing that Goddess “Door” Fortuna Artemisia Atlantikrassle is not willing or perhaps even lawtronically/cosmically able 2 allow me a wider range or less of a hyperspace equation causing more guesswork with less accuracy. My mom did not know any of these astral, and ‘higher’ facts, but her Christian faith should have been sufficient 2 pull her out of this ‘gods-game’ but as this nation and globe has been spiritually dying over the past 50-100 years in leaps and bounds, by old style lingo and belief systems, the satanic evil forces R getting 2 strong and just gaining hopelessly against the good or Godly forces. Look, we have taken prayer and bibles out of schools, religious words out of government buildings, and rebelling totally and reprehensibly against the All Mighty Sar, and the few left that R somewhat ‘God-fearing’ wonder Y this is all going down? Give me a break, how blind is this society? They mock the gods praying over ball games and stock prices, while it has become the norm to cheat on spouses and uncles named Sam. Lawmakers pass laws practically making the holiest people feel like evil dirty people, while what they do in their closets is beyond revolting and totally disgusting!!!!!! Hypocrisy at its highest height and strongest strength, the gods, a developmentally challenged child with a lobotomy can C this. UR all tuning truths out. Cosmos speaks loud, it shouts, yet the great mystics trance out and try so hard to hear stuff, the gods, it is shouting out 4 all to hear, can’t any of U slumber bums wake up???????? When I build MAGNESONIC in the autumn of 1985, I ran tests called SO-NON-ART/CO-NON-ART. ART stands 4 Accuracy Rating Tests. I was 2 blind and stupid in 1985 2 realize that Fortuna had blessed me beyond any mortal mans concept of fortune. The ART of the system remained in a range of 12-19.6%, and I thought I had failed; it was the range out of neutrality that was the magic that was given to me. I was looking only for the positive range or channel such as 65, 70, 75%, never realizing that reversing the answers was the simple truth when a low percentage of accuracy remains the steady diet of a set of cards, or in this case, this strange sort of ‘metaphysical computer’ that I had built, powered by lightning itself. I will not go into all the connected perfectly fitting pieces right now that pertain to accuracy rating tests with cards and querying the cosmos, and my mother and her solitaire game messages, and my search to find the great SSJKK, but it fits like a smooth lovely glove, just take me at my word 4 right now, because there simply is 2 much 2 talk about and time would never permit me to totally elaborate on any of this presently. B4 Sarah Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle lets me leave here as Mountainpen however, most of the details of all of everything involved with this stuff, will B blogged, as she will not let me leave this dream until it is done. What happened in abridged dumbed down plain English is this: I was given a chance 2 actually B a god, as Mountainpen in the autumn of 1985. When U mock a god or a goddess by not realizing a gift has been given, as well as accepting the gift graciously, and using and utilizing said gift to its full usable potential, UR legitimately ‘game’ 4 reprisal, as U have now mocked the gods. The gods will not B mocked by lower mortal counterparts 2 themselves in the phase-3 interactions of the MW physical inter-dream so 2 speak. We R them and they R us, only in lower and higher form 2 the same reality of entity structure, but still the lawtronics kick in that says that a 4 beats a 3 and a seven beats a 5, speaking of playing cards, and the simple kids game of WAR. This also works with entities, only in phase numbers; reverse the numbers to higher be lower. The bible clearly states, God [the gods] won’t B mocked, it’s freaking in there, read it. Half the pastors preaching have never read Stacey’s book from cover 2 cover, I know this as she has told me this. My late “Mason-murdered” friend, Dave Roth, one night was driving a new car that he purchased, and I was along for a night ride deep in the pine forests of New Jersey, USAESMWG. It was a place high above the surrounding landscape near the Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG military war games installation that recently was responsible 4 starting a nasty forest fire. We enjoyed going here after midnight 4 the solitude and peaceful feeling that would come to most in such a surrounding, except 4 wussy scardy cats that might B scared 2 enter a forest late at night. Ani-who, I remember this clearly as though it was last night, and it was the mid summer of 2000. We had stopped at a Wawa store 4 hoagies and sodas and candy and had a great time talking about guy stuff as well as my search to find the great SAR. When we left I told him about some kitty-com [PC] from earlier that day while I had been to the beaches of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, enjoying a swim, trying 2 forget my woes such as losing my doctor to Morty Mortino and my problems obtaining the meds that I had been faithfully taking since early July of 1983, and being screwed with by the established narc squads in cahoots with AMA and other institutions that chemtrailed me into my glandular unknown spurious and weird strange condition 2 begin with. Adding this with the recent loss of my mother to Morty, and the worst sieges of my life from dirt trash trucking MO, and more, and we had quite a rap session up in the pines in the place we labeled as Highpoint. On the trip back home, as stated, I told him how it is so way cool 2 have all this PC kitty-com action, and have fun ignoring them totally as though they R not even there. After a moment of silence, the guy went off on me like a thrown hand grenade. He shouted loud and had a loud stage voice 2 begin with, and it was not the first time I heard his thunderous voice literally shake the ‘hills and trees’ of Terry Jackson’s Sun-Season’s Pine Forest. But aniwho BBD and everyone else, he made some serious sense all though it is never fun 2B shouted at, and I am probably safe in stating that no adult has been shouted at as much, and probably few children, as I have, and it is not right, I AM a freaking ADULT, and should B able 2 cosmically DEMAND this 2 cease and desist, it is not right, I AM NOT A BLUNT-RAPPING CHILD. I am a 53 year and 6 week old grown man, and this is totally uncalled 4 and preposterous!!!!!!! But still and all, the guy made sense. In a nutshell, he said I am spitting in Gods face, he is giving me gifts, and I am mocking him and throwing them away as though they were garbage 4 the buzzards, sorry DEE-DEE. The guy at 108 decibels WAS RIGHT, and even my 2 painfully sore ears knew it. I intentionally do what I do, respond #^%*& command with wussy command, to quote David Roth, but the thing with my metaphysical computer, MAGNESONIC, that now was an entirely different ballgame ladies and lads!!!!!! I simply was unaware of the fortune that was buried in my attic in 1985 with this machines Q&A range-channel in the teens. I had it within my power to ask any basically 50/50 odds chance yes or no question, and by simply reversing the answers that would come through the connected privecode system from the Magnesonic and numerous lightning balls all connected in a complex and quite bizarre series of unusual esoteric realities, I could have the world by the glass. Through mortal ignorance, I allowed this great gift to get by me, and this started my life heading major super time south. Think about it, should I bet ODD 2 WIN on my next 9 roulette bets? I get the answer NO, then I reverse it 2 a yes, and then go down and bet 5 grand a pop bets on odd 9 times, with an 80% + chance of magnetized long run channel 4 this 2 happen. Should I ask my luscious single neighbor out today for a yes response?, should I say or do this or that to land this or that job, should I go here or there or do this or that in order to have this work out such and such. When something in long run is magnetized, it is like last year’s murder rate in the city of Brotherly-Love, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG. It was averaging over one murder per day by July and continued through November. Some unfortunate 30 + Philly residents were dead meat 4 December, just no Miss-Chilly doubt about this, Mister Leonard William McKinnon!!!!!!!!!! Magnetized channels cannot break out and away from their empowered realities in a short run play. I have explained this in various ways over and over on gambling systems and many other things that pertain to something discussed in my blogging texts. Again, with all points touched on today, I could elucidate on and on until Sarah’s Cowllio’s come home from pasture, but time does not permit this right now. Speaking of Sarah Karge’s grand daughter, the great Sarah Karge or her grand mother was in prison as a robot controlled by evil bully McG. Study the photo carefully, it is not a hoax and even the feds that tried 2 prove it 2B a hoax, failed. Go to my website, www.morianity-foundation.com and click into the pix. The photo of Ed and I in the car on Tennessee Avenue not far from McGuire’s bar with bully McGuire coming at us is real, it happened, there is no way around any of this, disability, special ed, rehab, section 8, Atlanticare, or what have U, real witnesses, NORMAL PEOPLE, not certified on SSDI social security disability such as Ann Silva and Ed Himacane have now freaking witnessed literally a ton of major huge trucking pig rap. Onk-Onk-Onk. I should know about this, I shoveled my share of this horrific stench at the great and infamous Church Farm School of Exton, PAUSAESMWG in the autumn of ’71. I will touch on something a little here and there, but intentionally, I not always will conclude the matter. I know what I am doing, and some messages never 2B made clear 2 the general readership, will B crystal clear to the few who know just how bad they have wronged me. Melanie said it all, and I have indeed put people’s names on some of my songs, and freaking copyrighted them, NO SIR, I AM NOT SHY. Some women and young ladies have thought me 2B, I am not. If I want U honey, U’ll know it, believe that if U ever believed your excrement stinks 2 high hell-fire's!!!!!!!!!. If I want 2 mouth off about something, I will not B shy, take that 2 the first national bank of throw up juice my fiends and friends!!!!!!!!!!!

Sp, if I indeed have ticked off poor whittle Mizz Fortuna of Olympia and not in Washington State bwaby-wuv Fudd; remember that hell 2 pay is putting it mildly, politely, and totally abridged. No one can ever win, not even the sweet talkin’ Chiffon’s of the sixties, at any aspect of life, as chance is part of all of everything inside of mortal world life [MW], not if a totally un-believed in and invisible power source is doing stuff against said person, that indeed causes their very interaction and relationship with fortune and chance 2B forever and endlessly totally screwed up on a constant and consistent basis. UR just totally and 100% lewd, crude, rude, and sca-rued!!!!!!! Take this as gospel, all though technically, gospel means good news and not truth, another misunderstood by the masses concept, and none of this ‘not so nice’ stuff is very good news, but back 2 Sarah J. Karge, if we may. Right around Christmas time, when things tend every year to always start having all hell breaking loose around me, SOSO, I went to bed one night and never blogged this, 2 much other stuff 2 blog, it comes down to what needs to go up, not let me tell it all, there never will B sufficient time 4 that. Ani-who BB’s daut and all others, I never put on tape the details, and when U do not do this and life here is major, this dream takes dominance since here is where body is and here is where UR attempting 2 tell and remember parts of dream shift or spiritual life that holds no real connection with our mortal world space-time continuum. Try to stop seeing astral/spiritual interaction in any particular order or in any connective-ness to time-order here while U exist in body as your so-called present lifetime or sequences of dreaming. It honest 2 the gods is a freaking illusion, I know, I have always been and will always B. UR no different at all except in the hugest possible way, which is your lack of total awareness 2 this total reality/truth. U as soul R not a collection of memories, emotions, and thoughts, this is the lower realities/worlds counterpart of the realer U. The illusions R what U have now come 2 totally believe from a ‘lifetime’ of occasional pondering over any and all of this since U were 6 or 96. First off, in the hyperspace, HS, U have virtually unlimited dreaming sequences, {live life times}. The 4th dimension keeps them seemingly separate in a 4th time dimension and the 5th dimension keeps them seemingly separate in a hyperspace or interdimensionalized via varying atomic agreeing frequencies, or a 5th dimension, but these higher 4th/5th dimensions R really tacked on illusions to the physical realities of length and breadth and depth perceptions of the hyper sphere. Putting this a bit more the way that U all would perceive this reality, U have absolutely no interconnected thoughts or memories that R
existing in oneness of a sort in the larger realer part of the true entity of U, and in every single life or sequence of dreaming on any HSMW, UR convinced that UR existing in the one and only real life and part of hyperspace that really matters, and all or anything else is either ‘dream’, delusion, or fantasy/wishful thinking. The real U of the entity [mankind’s favorite word-soul], is not just a product because of 6th dimensional existence. The real U is not just from this 6th-D, that is filtering down astrally, and dreaming further down into all of possible hyperspace via these un-limited ‘life-times’. This realer U is totally THERE AND PRESENT in all dreaming sequences in HS, and creates in each one of them, 4 all of us, the confusing concept of individuality, both as entity when real truth is all oneness anyway, as well as in dream character or persona. But this real U is always totally present in all of our ‘life-times’ in all of our dream-downs, and as under or beneath consciousness layers of 6th-D [thought] peel down, illusion begins to unmask and strip away in a direct ratio to how far down into the submerged consciousness or sub-consciousness, one is from totally conscious and aware, to totally unconscious and unaware. The real power house secret herein is that a totally unknown to mortal flesh energy or power that is created as a Lawtron Counterpart or LACO 4 short {IS A SOUL}, and UR this soul. This indeed is what ‘experiences’ astral interaction as well as physical hyperspace in all 5 dimensions. More complex reality is all inside of this surface scratched short discourse, such as the forever 8th dimensional looping or “chaining” effect of creation. This of course, as SSJKK told me, is Y chains symbolically mean so much to the great SAR. But quickly back on point 4 now, seeing this 6th/7th dimensionally and all simultaneously while also experiencing the separateness in both astral and hyper spatial interactions, is what SOUL naturally does. In reiteration and for better clarification, soul experiences or Lawtron counterparts experience, both the astral and the hyperspace and from or on a 6th dimension, as a flash instant, as though all of it could B compressed into a photograph and U as the soul R pressed into it, while also being able 2 experience all of the interaction of the great photograph in its total separateness. In the dream with Sarah Karge, I had just taken her to her first waltz co-written by me and Strauss, the famous writer of the Blue Danube River Waltz. The band played this where we were in Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, and we left at the end, and I had my carriage come 4 us and we proceeded 2 go back to her home where I started 2 drop my teen queen off that warm late spring evening in 1915. She grabbed me and picked me up and took me inside and told me she would never let me go and would follow me into the 1960’s and that she would B a prisoner of a terrible Irishman. He poses as a human entity, but is one of the most powerful Lambrigg Cultists on the planet. She told me I must promise 2 come down as a boy and C her in her hotel. Then with incredible force she threw me through the door that was still open in her home and I landed out on the street near my carriage. Instantly I awakened in my trailer park on Christmas Eve. That night I went to go to work and the schedule was screwed up. I no sooner got here and was finding myself packing up the car to come back home, a huge chemtrail over me and my security station. Someone then followed and stalked me illegally. I went to the police station in my town, Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. They assured me it was not them in this unmarked windowless van, and I let them Photostat my ID, my SORA card, drivers license, registration, and insurance card documents. The officer handed the original docs back to me and said they would B on the lookout 4 the van that I described. On the way home, it came from the other direction and crashed into me killing me instantly, SSJKK told me this. She had me of course re-traced again with DDT-AVM recording technology, don’t laugh, 300 years ago, U’d B locked up 4 life if U told the colonists here in the current USA about jet travel and internet and moon landings and space stations and hi-def televisions, and on and on. Shortly into the New Year, in my new life here, my registration in this part of hyperspace expired on last 30th of September. In the other world, I was not driving and had a major problem of some kind. SSJKK told me 2 tell my blog readers and the world, if I had not had this happen, if IB lying, would the Hammonton Police have just let me walk out that night with an expired car registration card? Just as McGuire, U can C the inter-dimensional shift occur if U stare at his hand while he obviously is about to shoot and kill Eddie and me in that universe. Bang, I never felt it or heard it, just died and got retraced here. But study the inter-fluxing of atomic shift as atoms change in their frequency, they blur to the remaining part of the dimension from which they R falling literally out of. Photos do not runt slapping lie ladies and lads, go up 2 my website and C what the FBI tried 2 disprove ever happened, but of course could not do so, www.morianity-foundation.com. The shift in one universe is actually becoming part of the back grill of one of his bar customers’ cars that was parked in his bar parking lot. U cannot dispute nor refute my evidence, I speak only the truth and tell what the great SAR tells me to tell, no more and no less.

Goddess Diana Zudlecronessia Arteemis, my lightning goddess, was all around me Friday morning just B4 the dawn, and then came back to me while I was over at Ann Silva’s house later on that afternoon, yesterday. She was close and very colorful and wonderful 2 her special Rick, me, or me in my Mountainpen dream aniwho. I was in one of her lovely cabins in her great forest just beyond the borders of Olympia proper. I told her I could make her feel my love on the human world, and she would desire 2 come around me and love me. The next thing I knew, I awakened in my trailer to a loud crash of thunder. After that I sat on my porch and just let her electrons flow all around me, hoping she would take me away with her, but Stacey said no. She also said that nothing just happens, the dream of her as Sarah Karge, the schedule screw up at work, the stalking, and the police photostatting my documentation, proving another inter-dimensional shift had occurred. There is no way the police would just hand me back expired documents and say nothing to me about it, Stacey said 2 blog this, I did!!!!! She said to also mention that I do not like yellow cake much, prefer chocolate. I had bought at Incollingo's Grocery Store, in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG two 6-pack cup-cakes. This was B4 the stalking. My receipt said 2 chocolate cakes. After my phase/shift-out/road kill incident and re-tracing back to life, I suddenly was in the procession of 2 yellow cakes, but the receipt in my wallet that I never took out to go in my receipt pile at home, was retraced along with me, and said 2 chocolate, I knew I bought 2 chocolates. These things verify I am not imagining any of this stuff, and no one can explain 2 me how police would just let me slide on an expired car registration of 3 full month’s time, THEY JUST WOULD NOT!!!!!!!

SIXERS LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, 6 STRAIGHT AS OF 2-NIGHT’S GAME. FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND WIN, A 5 OUT OF 6 VICTORY ROAD TRIP. All of this because parallel event tek is real, it works, and in the future is highly illegal if proven a tool intentionally used on innocent people so people can prosper, punishable by as much as tortuous slow death, this is true, I do not lie, but is 100 years away. They persecute me 2 endlessly control the stock market and if it drops too much, there’s poor whittle me, go punch his freaking cosmic lights out again, ha-ha. Keep the Flyers always in the WIN, and all other Philly ball teams LOSING AND LOSING FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!

They blew 5 new systems 4 roulette away over the past 30 days with this non-ending vicious hell siege, pounding my pathetic whittle butt day and night without mercy, without justice, reamed and pummeled, and trucked, every godsdern day and night of my pitiful life, and not one single Lawtron counterpart ever has the smallest desire to help me or even 2 take anything I say one bit seriously, tell me this is not Donna’s MOGOSP-LEVEL 12 system kicking in. What U do not C or grasp is that machines running in hundreds of peta-bytes at speeds a million times that of today’s greatest crunchers, can and will have this MO-GO or MOTIVE-GOAL software. This will happen, and U will B able to do lots more than have your computer pay a bill or some little measly job it does now and U go Wow!!!. Look how fast the tek is growing friend!!!!!!! How about a day like that hell day where a million things crashed all around me, right down to my ID being hyper-trans dimensionalized. By the way the guy that drank and got abusive had a serious medical problem strike him like a bolt from the blue; he didn’t go out and bring home enough liquor 2 get tigley and spiffed 4 nothing, he was in some serious trucking pain, but I am the reason this poor devil had 2 suffer, and it’s things like this that tick me off times ten to the power of eighty-four. Innocents always R the sufferers, they R the ones forever tormented, while trashy filthy scum like mister bump does it in his hand firing everybody and robbing poor defenseless old ladies. If I were a mirror in your home pal, I’d bust faster than Herman Munster, right in your ugly miserable face!!!!!!!!!!!

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Who out there ever played the famous game of throwing paper or rock or scissors? I played this in an interaction with a very strange dude a number of nights’ back, and I’m gonna blow your mind telling U all about this whopper!!!! U all know where I lived in the Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG apartment in late 1969 when the chain was taken from my strongbox, and then Russell got to me to burn my great Book of the Beach, also kept in this box, the forces got both of my most prized possessions taken away from me. Well, for 5 nights in a row, I went back to this apartment and to this time period, December of 1969, more than 38 years in the past. Only instead of just turning 15 years, I was a grown man, younger than now, but fully grown. 2 strange and extremely weird repairmen were summoned by the reality which was Chessley and Alloway located also in New Jersey, but miles away, to come over and make a major repair. They were both in my bedroom and my rug was soaking wet, and the floor was cracked clean through and broken in spots, and a huge pipe had sprung a leak beneath the floor. This pipe was no ordinary pipe, I know, I was a guard at Griffin Pipe B4 that grunt zapper Jimmy Stone fired me 4 no good reason on the morning of September one of oh-four. Those large municipal sewer pipes 3 or 4 feet in diameter that lies beneath city streets were delivered by the truckload most mornings there, so I know what these large pipes R all about, and they R built and guaranteed 4 a full 100 years. This one broke, and ran underneath my bedroom in an approximately southeasterly to northwesterly direction, not precise on the compass points, but I’d estimate it 2B fairly close. This pipe ran for tens of miles, and had no business being under my bedroom in a regular garden type apartment building, but bigger than life, there it was, in the interaction. The 2 maintenance guys ripped out my floor to first find and repair the leaking pipe. They were involved in a pretty intense debate that nearly turned physical, over a schedule that the dude in charge over the other dude, wanted to make and have him also work such and such hours, and the two of them were really going around. The one sort of in charge said, lets throw for it, and the other guy was very noticeably reluctant 2 do this with him, and said as much eventually, and then adding to this, “U always win, somehow its like its fixed”. But the guy caved in shortly thereafter and grudgingly agreed 2 play the game, and they both threw, U know, the rock and paper and scissors game? Sure enough the dude won and the loser hollered something along the lines of blankadee blank, U cheat somehow, U just can’t always win. But he was as good as his word and agreed to work the schedule that he did not want to, and the winning guy smiled at me when the other guy went out of the room 4 some tools, and he said in a soft voice to me, “he’s right U know, no one can win with me, I all ready know what anybody’s going to throw. How can U win”? I remember staring at him mystified, and did not have the courage to ask him how he could always know what an opponent would throw so as to always win the game. He then said to me, “let’s play, let’s throw, I’ll show U”. In this other reality, I knew how to play, all the various things to throw and what beat what, here I only remember the rock, paper, scissors, and played it maybe 4 times as a kid and that was it, and never won either. In the interaction, on my first throw, I threw and said it out loud as well 4 whatever reason, calling out “light”. He laughed loudly sort of looking around 2C if his partner had come anywhere near yet, and he said to me, “U mean fire, right”? I honestly do not know if fire is one of the legitimate throws, I think that it is, and know that light is not. I cannot begin to fathom YI would say this nor can I even start to bring back what my hand throw could have looked like, just remember this very pleasant dude roaring with softish laughter but almost in a fit. The computer just acted up at 6:38 AM, so I am taking a break and cooling down my guard station a little, heat was on 70, turning it back to 60, lap tops overheat and screw up easily, as U have heard me discuss back last summer in oh-seven, CU in 5 or 10 minutes. OK it is 10 minutes later. So he says let’s play again, and we ended up playing about 5 or 6 times B4 he said something along the lines of chill sweet cheeks, my helper’s coming. They repaired everything and it seemed as though an hour had ticked by as they meticulously worked and did a great job. I suddenly blurted out, “so Y did U want me to play the throws-game, nothing was bet on it. Both guys ignored me and kept plugging away finishing up the job that they were doing. I suddenly realized that the pipe led straight through into my closet where I kept my strongbox and I instinctively raced into it and opened the lock on this box made to look like an old sea chest with an arched top and paper-mashey over the wood all crumbled up. I opened the box and both the book and the chain were there in tact. I locked it up and exited the closet attempting 2B inconspicuous and then very unobtrusively said to the workmen, Y is such a large pipe under an apartment bedroom, but got no answer. B4 going on, those old fashioned dream-booker types R having a total field day with this story, I know. IC all the things that U do, but UR all totally wrong and way off base. Let me go on. Then the guy under the ‘games expert’ said to the games expert, I never got either mans name so Y make any up? Ani-who BBD, and others, started discussing the recent ‘nanobot’ invasion in the county, which would B the CAMDEN COUNTY of NEW JERSEY. I hollered out louder than B4 when I was ignored, “WHAT NANOBOT INVASION? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE? The guy under the other guy left the room again. Once he left, the games expert said to me something like, U know that no one has a chance when the other one has it all sowed up? I said back something like, U really can always know B4 hand then? “YUP”, came the quick quiet voiced answer right back at me. Then he broke my brain like Dangerfield did several months B4 in the early summer time B4 Brad moved to Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, and I went on to getting evicted along with my mother, 4 cussing 2 much, 40 years ago the world was a bit different. Ani-who, he said that I cannot win, or something close, and then I said something along the lines of, well then I’ll just simply refuse 2 play the game, U cannot lose if U don’t play, sort of an anti-lottery slogan a few years B4 New Jersey had a lottery, after getting the idea from Dark Shadows. He was starting to lay new carpet down and weave it perfectly into a cut out area that the 2 men had made around the huge rectangular shaped bad spot from the leak. He then said to me with an awful evil grin, “Go back and open your strongbox”. I heard myself make an embarrassing sound as I to do what he said, and I knew with that sickening nightmare feeling, that indeed it would B Mason-Bone empty, and of course it was. I rushed out to make him give it back but there was no sign of him or his partner, no trash from the job they did that was just there seconds ago, no truck parked out in the lot near my front door to the apartment, and no sign of any maintenance work ever done at all. When I awakened from this sick butt interaction, I remembered that the long huge pipe was the same pipe that goes from the 2 water company stations of the ACMUA; go to www.ACMUA.com/ 2 check out their website, where Sarah Callio Martino works out of, and who is, perhaps, Karge’s miserable rotten grand daughter.

Today’s Revenge Secret [TRS] is simple and sweet, without the cheeks. Jim Hoffa is not buried underground. His skeleton is in a secret hidden upstairs room behind a ‘maintenance’ closet, in the Maloney Bar, the former great one and only Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar of Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. They have lots of secrets down on this wonderful street, worm holes, Caleb mobster bodies, gateways to the gods, and the best secret of all, the knowledge of exactly who and what is doing what they R doing to pathetic me for the past 45 years.

www.contrails/chemtrails.com
www.consperacytheory.com
www.darkshadowsfanclub.com

Scanning back in time and zooming in on an object and re-tracing it is quite a fantastic and far fetched thing to talk about in 2008. In 4008 it is an old joke, laughed at by fireside campers on the other side of the eighth dimension. The gods need to play games to distract them from the hell of never ending existence. Mother’s against drunk driving say that DWI is a terrible thing and I agree whole heartedly. But I promise U all that one letter down to EWI is a far worse thing, EXISTENCE WITHOUT INTERACTION. This is truth, the roman 6, the great void. That is all that is, and all else is but a dream that never can start and never can stop, as time is just built into the dream like a lock of hair or a ladies handkerchief. When U really get it, then you’ll all B just as nutty as me and U will B like the gods, and try to distract with games. I refuse to play your games, GAINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOOGLE, SWIS, WORLD LAB, 6, my message is here 4U and is all co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, should either of these names B on these blogs, and all of this is total truth with no omissions nor additions, I swear under the great Sarah-Krassle, and my great country or what the Dogtown is really left of it and its true greatness that I helped to
inspire as Franklin a long time ago, the gods helllllp me!!!!!!

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Datfile XXVII

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
DATE AND TIME FILE # XXVII CHAPTER-BLOG #014
010308.641.70
SUBTITLED-THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL AND ME
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


Well, as U may have noticed and witnessed, my loyal followers/MORIANS, my blogging is a bit fewer and farther between lately. My land lady and an inspector of the township have temporarily complicated my life, have to repair and fix up a few things so not 2B in township violation of occupancy laws. It is always something, and nothing happens by pure random chance/coincidence, “JUST HAPPENS” in other words. The only thing that just happens is mankind’s constant never ending insistence and incorrigibility 2B misled by themselves or the conscious collective on the 6th dimension is sending and fixing its combined signal 2 agree with many magical illusions on this human realm. All it will take on one magic day, is 4 society 2 decide 2 make this changeover to unmasking illusion, and wake up and c that by reversing things, truth emerges usually approaching 100% of the time.

Things with MO have been much quieter since posting my last blog, gee I wonder Y, that was a hell of a stomach punch 4 them 2 absorb, and praise me 4 having the total blatant fun-circles 2 say so much about the WO, or the WORLD-OWNERS, my new quickie abbreviation will B the MO-WO,
remember as I taught U, the hyperspace physical realm is one and the astral dream shift is two, of a forever twinallity system. Today, Thursday, just around one this afternoon or so, the skies came boldly alive with loud persecuting stalking small piper job planes, as well as bright un-miss-able kemtrails directly over me. There has been some of this sky attack this week, but this got a bit nasty. However, it broke off as soon as “someone or some thing” heard me say 2 Himacane and Ann Silva, “I am blogging today, as the enemy is starting up and I have freaking had it”. However, it was the day after my last blog, CB #013, DF-XVI, that first I need 2 address on this blog today. It was an attack beyond what anyone I know could have taken and still remained sane at all, and it was all, HAHA HA witnessed by both Ann and Ed, so keep doing it MO-WO with your MOGOSP, [MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAMS]. It is being witnessed by many and B4 this is all over, you will all B totally exposed and destroyed. Of course this is not what I am definitely looking 4 that is your decision. Keep it up and get caught and punished, or stop it and leave me the rock chucking runt slapping flock ducking bunt zapping Dogtown alone. Is that so much 2 ask, 2 pweeeeeze quit wrecking an innocent person’s life 24/7/365.2422? Because if U do, I will quietly go away. But if U persist in all of this unholy sick and demonically monstrous behavior, I can tell the world literally thousands of very embarrassing secrets such as the one I gave about Connie Chung’s naked pix in the Stag Magazine in the 1978 issue. And when I typed this, my mouse was hacked out by WO-MO. Aniwho, I can and will go right on with my TRS counterattacks, if this is how U crud bags wish 2 play this. No perspiration bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd. More weird attack hacks R coming my way my Stacey L. Guess LEVEL and Lattisaw/ [L], sorry Stacey if I am misspelling your name. So B4 we get into any TRS on today’s blog, here is what they did after I shot up last week’s blog on the very next day. It started by them hacking out my 6th dimensional connections and making me forget 2 bring a bag of important things with me when I went 2 pick up Ed and Ann. One of the favorite hacks is to mess with the insert/delete key functions on the machine, but several hacks R major now, not just this one, but back on point now, I picked Ed up and we then proceeded 2 drive over and get Ann, and our first destination was a local Hammonton fuel company, as we heat our trailers with propane, not Ann, but Ed and me, NJUSAESMWG. We got our troubles straightened out, but it was some real hell. I realize now that it all began the second I shot up the blog 2 weeks ago tonight if my memory is correctly serving me. I think someone damaged or siphoned Ed’s propane tanks in the rear of his trailer in the park, as one second he is OK, and we get back that night, and the place stinks of gas real bad, no kitchen stove pilot lights were there, and it was cold in there and the heat was totally off. I know something about this. When UR low, U begin 2 smell this propane smell, days B4 being totally empty. I have nearly 7.3 years of residency here and that is sufficient experience 4 me telling the blogging internet world, that I know something was done. He has two [100-gallon] fuel tanks as opposed to my having but one. Both were bone empty. But that morning at his place, no sign of being extremely low existed, and my sense of smell has not diminished as his has, as I can smell all kinds of BS miles away, if you unfortunately 4U, get my drift. A smiley face appears whether or not the blogging sites put them up there or not. , I am not internet savvy enough yet 2 know details on Y they do not always allow certain things, the profanity I can understand, and fully apologize 4. So we ran down to the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG RITE AID Pharmacy store at the corner of routes #206 and 30. I lent him money 2 buy on my credit card, a portable space heater, as they had not Fornication Upon Consent of the King’ed up his electric system, just the prope. Now he was squared away and I finally got 2 go home and shower and eat din-din, and leave this horrific conscious world behind 4 several mortal world hours, called “periods” in the Olympian Province on the Astral Plane. So I get up and come over and pick them up and head 4 the fuel company, now a bit clearer 2U perhaps Y we were going there after my detailed explanation. Also, I wish 4U2C the truths involved here, this was all part of the same attack, and it was far from over yet, this PROPANE ATTACK, as I will label this most recent MC, standing 4 MILLIONTH COUNCIL or MASON/CARPENTER, your choice 2C it either way, but this attack was still on going, and finished up today. So we were driving and heading up toward the Kessler Hospital of Hammonton so that we could make a right turn at the traffic light of Central Avenue and Route 30 intersection, and from there drive a mile or so to the fuel place on the right hand side. B4 even arriving at Route 30 as we drove down Central Avenue, a powerful local [enemies’ stronghold] we were attacked hard by this evil, and U must understand that these things, now witnessed by not just disability sick special-ed me, but by 2 so-called other regular ‘normal’ people, that these things R a road hazard, and could easily have caused a FATAL AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT 2 ME, MY PASSENGERS, AND 2 OTHER INNOCENT DRIVERS AROUND ME. This blogging is a legal document, and I will give U more information on contacting my witnesses, 2 any official authorities in the DMV or local or state authorities, or to local-state of NJ, or Federal US Attorney Generals’ Office, upon contact. This is all real, and should any innocent person ever die or become seriously injured, and it ever B proven that misfeasance and malfeasance is involved by any authority, then it is on U, not me, I have reported things over and over, and was actually told boldly and blatantly one day by the Mullica Township locals, not 2 bother them any more with my sick delusions or else they will lock me up at the Atlantic County Sike Ward at the Atlanticare Hospital of Pomona on Jimmie Leeds Road. OK, well, I can only do what I can do, now if things happen, it is on of the authorities, and I have my witnesses that I am a solid citizen, law abiding, a good person, and does nothing wrong against laws. Here is what happened. Out of nowhere, a deafening sound emanated from seemingly nowhere in the car, high pitched and very loud and intense. It lasted 20 or more seconds on 3 or 4 separate occasions and each time that it broke off, U could hear a faint sound like a bunch of radio scanners at a very low volume. Ed says that even though the radio in the car was off, they had some way of broadcasting this death signal directly through my car-stereo speakers. The first thing we did was shut off this device, but it was all 2 no avail, it was a horrible attack, and a major VIOLATION OF ALL THREE OF OUR CILIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, CIVIL LIBERTIES-ACLU, AND WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS IN THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!! The attack stopped just B4 more witnesses could have witnessed this, just yards B4 we all pulled into the yard of the fuel company, and has not resumed since. When we left, we drove straight 2 my mechanic’s car shop, and he was mystified and stymied, could not offer one iota of assistance on what caused this nor how to prevent another attack like this should it come, U can bet if it happens again, I will go directly 2 the DMV, and the State Police. Yeah, U can make my car beep, but I got on my Magnetic Sound machine, and major things around the world started 2 unfold, I will go right on Ronald-Reagan Counter Attacking, RRCA. This scared Ann real bad, and these sick scum bags have zero shame and conscience, they know she is sick with many medical woes 2 begin with, this did not make it any better. What kind of an evil nation do I live in 4 Chirssake? Well, they said my passport would take weeks and weeks, but within a week or so, it came in the mail from the DOS. Maybe they R saying 2 me, we R not doing this 2U, OK, sorry if this B the case, but some one IS DOING THIS STUFF, and for nearly 30 years. They have destroyed an entire innocent person’s life. As I typed this last sentence, the screen on this word-document went blank, and Ed had 2 bring it back up, MAJOR JACK HACK {SL} ATTACKS R ongoing today. Then we all went from my mechanic’s shop to a bank 4 a print out on my account from the late summer time, as at the mechanic’s when I pulled out my ID to B put on a bill, as I was there so I bought a used tire, as mine in the rear was losing air all the time, The mechanic said that my registration had expired in September on the 30th. I never ever would let something like this happen, not anywhere, and especially in New Jersey. Anyone driving illegally in NJUSAESEMWG is asking 4 disaster, and I would never forget, in fact I remember distinctly paying the bill early in the month of expiration. The post office either lost my payment on the way to Trenton-Kargeville, NJUSAESMWG, or it was intentionally done, but the story is far from over still. I check all my ID every week when I start my work week at the job site, starting with my SORA card, then my license, car registration, and insurance cards, and yes, call me overly careful, but I check expiration dates, as what good R expired documents? Here we go again, another hyperspace universe shift 4 poor whittle me. The bank had no record of my paying this ever. I began checking credit checks on Visa/MasterCard’s, and cannot find a record anywhere of paying DMV, the Division of Motor Vehicles. I still am getting to the bottom of all of this as best as I can, this is the first time some shift-out caused mt to not B a legal driver on the road, and taking this seriously on its face value, for 3 full months. So the very next day, I went to the Shore Mall in Atlantic County where a DMV office is, and they had no record of my re-registration of my vehicle either. I told them the truth as best as I knew it as I knew I would never ever do this intentionally, I am on the road a lot, and the penalties would just B2 stiff if ever I was caught, so I told them at the office that I know that I sent it and must have never thought about it again and never received the new registration certificate as the post office must have lost my payment 2 them, in the mail. This would B the most mortal world thought of explanation. I know better. One of my recent jumps in front of the Gambler’s Express Train must have caused this shift in reality upon my being retraced back onto my MW life as Michael Mountainpen. I know how the retrace works, and I still cannot remain out of this dream, Stacey wants me here until I complete her project, then she says she will permit me 2 leave this nightmare forever behind. I am not done yet on this horrible day following the posting of my prior blog up to 2 different blogging sites. Friday I re-registered at the Shore Mall DMV office, but still Thursday night, at Ann Silva’s house, the downstairs neighbor was visiting, a usual perfectly sober gentleman. He got struck suddenly with pains in his stomach that made this grown man cry like a little baby. He walked 6 blocks to the local booze store and drank down the entire thing that he had bought once arriving back here. He wanted to get rid of his incredible pains, cannot blame him 4 that at all, as the gods have done their worst 2 me many a time, and I know exactly what agony feels like on many levels, including physically. This usually very timid and mild guy told me to shut up when I tried 2 help him and say nice things to him, and I was scared I might get hit, could not wait to get out of there, and this was no ordinary bad day, this was a TOTAL ABSOLUITE DEATH ATTACK STRAIGHT FROM THE EVIL GODS STRAIGHT OUT OF THE ASTRAL HEAVENS. I have told the churches of the world since 1975 that I am the one person alive that can prove spirituality is real, that there is no death, and that Jesus Christ and God R all totally real. No one will believe or listen, but then they never listened to Jesus either, they just persecuted the poor devil and painfully executed him while mocking him. Can I relate or what here? On top of that, I have seen the power and witnessed it personally, of 2 of the most powerful astral GODS, I have been directly effected by their personal plans and agendas with this world or their creation, it is pointless and totally useless 4 me 2 go on with this, I am simply urinating against hurricane force winds, and at least I know it. When God All Mighty comes 2 your school, need I say a lot more? When I arrived at work that night after re-registering my car, a state police officer entered the job site, and I showed him all of my ID, and my Security Officer Registration Act photo-ID-Card, and if my car had not been re-registered, I would have been walking home and back and forth the next few shifts, as the holidays do not have DMV hours built in. Cannot say I did not luck out, but then think hard, did I really? It was too spurious, I have not had a Statie visitor in over a year, and he just saw me there and decided 2 investigate, out of the blue, did I fall off the turnip truck yesterday or even last week,? Do not think so Bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! There R no coincidences, it was all 2 say to me in a huge freaking taunt, “WE’VE GOT U AROUND OUR WHITTLE FINGER, AND UR TOTALLY OURS, STUCK INSIDE OUR MO-GOSP, AND JUST TRY GETTING OUT OF THIS ONE SMELL-HEAD” I believe that somebody VERY DISCO is causing me all of this nightmare, and she will have no mercy on me until the sendicator signal from world lab breaks off and cuts the re-tracer out. OK, so I retraced U and made U a part of my harem in the 23rd century, and then returned U back to where U were in late 2035 and 1944. It all is one big silly illusion, just Copperfield at his best. I really want to tell the world how to build a DDT-AVM RECORDER, but SSJKK told me not to and that if I disobey, my teen queen says she will spin me around the Teck Bay longer than she’s got the famous captain swirling around.

Karen S., please leave 2 of my most recent and urgent DYING UTTERANCES/DECLARATIONS on your office voicemail system, thank U very much, and thank U times a million for the DUMA ARGON $gift card, always enjoy going there, and think of how U have done so much 4 me while I munch on my donuts and sip on the cocoa. I have a video tape of Philadelphia news anchormen talking about the terror plot at the military base, remember his name is ARGON if U shuffle the name around in its lettering combination. Also remember that I put my website information up B4 this Dix thing occurred. Then, remember how he said DUMA instead of DUKA? Read my RICKTOWN MANOR section at my site again, go to your favorites at www.morianity-foundation.com and then remember how I told U about a book that I wrote and copyrighted on Halloween day back in 94, called TPB, THE PERMISSION BARRIER. This tells how all anchor men will B pulled into this major nightmare of mine, and I have blogged since the beginning of my MORIANITY PROJECT, and made no Mason Bones about it, that if they report anything where I in some way am either connected or involved in physical or astral ways, they will get very tongue tied and even the occasional ‘Freudian-lip-slip’ will occur, and it in fact does, over and over, and I have a
library of video tapes, that proves that all of my prophecies indeed R coming true, right to the tee.

FLYERS R WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, JUST AS I KEEP TELLING ALL OF U THAT THEY WILL DO, AND THE SIXERS WILL LOSE AND FLYERS WILL WIN, AND THE DOW JONES AND THE NASDAQ MARKETS WILL ENDLESSLY FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND OUT INTO THE STARRY HEAVENS, JUST AS I KEEP SAYING, ladies and lads!!!!!!!!!!! This huge Flyers WINNING streak all started after the evil and sick twisted diseased WO-MO toilet seat rockers began pouring in their reign of terror. But I think my last blog left a real nasty taste in their mouth, and after they counterattacked me and hard, they seemingly went to sleep a tiny whittle bit, until today, as Ed and I pulled into the same fuel yard, as I had a question with a recent delivery of fuel and the bill that came along with it, that I hoped I was not going 2 have 2 pay, but dern it, I had 2, so I put it onto my credit card, I am broke.

Work was not quite as bad, but enemies in Atlantic City RY it is Dogtown 4 me there, if it was not 4 them, my job would B a nice breeze. I hate that rotten filthy dirty place, always have and always will. I know I will get the crunch bones knocked out of me 4 blogging this about HER great city on the MW or the counterpart of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, humanly speaking. It causes me nothing but non ending woes and miseries and major awful troubles, I hate and detest this place, and will never understand what my teen queen is up 2 and Y she is doing all that she is, but if time existed today, I could get into major things to at least open up possibilities on this subject, but time does not, I must leave Ann’s place now, but have major things to tell all of U, and will, unless this smelly stuff backs off. Do not hurt me 2-night 2 much my lovely Sarah-Stacey, remember, I still am your Yancy, and your “that boy”. Notice another PBE, the one with all the TOW/TWO and HAVE?SHAVE, and SUE?USE, and on and on, but on this blog, I said the EXIM RATIO, it came out another Sorian-a18 question, regarding limited food quantities.

GOOGLE, SWIS’ WORLD LAB, this is an official document. This web logging is copyright protected, and co-owned with the internet laws that permit dual ownerships if claimed, with any of my blogging texts, should
either of these two names B a part of these texts, MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN.

My TRS cannot include details so this time period can resurrect dead people, Stacey had a smells-fit over this, but I have some doozies coming up, so if that is what they want, they surely will B letting me know.


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